> InFamous EQG Chronicles of Jeane Book 1: Origins
>  by Neztrolove
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> Jeane
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“What the hell is your problem!” a shrill screech pierced Jeane’s ears. A quick left followed the shout sending Jeane Mallio to the pavement.

The boy coughed loudly, the wind knocked out of him.

“how dare you! How fucking dare you!” the abuser’s voice grew louder with each word and several passers-by averted their gaze from the spectacle.

Jeane reached out to the wall a few inches from his head for support but a pair of hands grabbed him by his black vest and forced him to his feet. Jeane could finally meet the eyes of his aggressor and saw it was none other then Lemonzest.

The pink-skinned girl wore a menacing scowl, baring her fangs like a wild animal. Her long green hair like an emerald lions mane. She looked like a predator in a school girl outfit.

Jeane meanwhile looked like the perfect prey. His pale skin reddened with a forming bruise on his face and though he was dressed in a similar uniform as Lemonzest his had more personal effects like running shoes rather then dress and a red undershirt rather then white. The boys straight black hair was cut in a pixie style.

Lemonzest pressed Jeane against the wall rearing her fist back to strike him.

“Explain yourself!” she growled, her voice lowering.

Jeane raised his hands to show his submission. “What did I do.” the boy hesitantly asked, voice quivering as he did.

A roar from the girl peempted her fist as it slammed next to Jeanes head chipping the bricks of the place she hit.

“Lemonzest I’m sorry but I don’t know what I did.” Jeane tried to explain but He felt the girls grip tighten around his vest as she lifted him higher against the wall.

“You know what you did! Now tell me why the fuck did you defy me!?”

She shook him slightly making the boy feel sick. From the moment of his birth Jeane was born with a frail physique and a low constitution. Fighting the urge to retch for he knew if he threw up on Lemonzest that would only make her furious… more so then she already was.

“D-defy you? I didn’t.”

Lemonzest pulled him close. “don’t lie to me.” she said slow and emotionless, letting the severity of the moment sink in.

A chill crawling down Jeanes spine and goosebumps welling on his skin. “I’m sorry for what I did.”

“Are you? Because I was fairly certain I made it perfectly clear last month that you… you idiotic boy… were supposed to tell your mother, that you wanted to transfer to Crystal Prep next semester… did you?”

Jeane shook his head and was slammed against the wall for his honesty.

“No… you didn’t… what makes you think you can do what you want?”

“I-i l-like CHS.”

Lemonzest throw Jeane t the pavement. “Did I ask what you like!?”

Jeane tried to crawl away futilely dragging himself toward the road with one arm.

“Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too.” He mumbled apologizing profusely as his hand touched the concrete. He felt a foot slam on his spine and he let out a low cry.

“You’re Pathetic, you know that? You’re nothing without me… say it!”

“I-i’m nothing w-without you… please I-i’m sorry.” Jeane’s back ached and he was on the verge of tears. Resisting the urge to cry out for help because he knew no one was going to save him.

“Damn right you’re sorry! Now if I told you once I’ve told you a thousand times but ill say it again because you’re a little slow… you’re mine… my property… mine! You don’t get to think, you don’t get to make decisions, and you definitely don’t get to defy my orders… now get up and say your sorry.”

“Lemonzest Hivevina! What are you doing to Jeane!” A stern female voice cried out.

Lemonzest immediately froze as she turned her gaze to the pitch black skinned woman storming toward th pair. The woman had white hair that reached the back of her knees a mane twice as big as Lemonzests.

The woman glared at The bully with piercing green eyes forming daggers to pierce through her tough facade. When the womans eyes locked onto poor Jeane her eyes softened and mouth slightly agape.

“M-Mother, I-I W-was… I…” Lemonzest was lost for words any lie she would try to concoct faltered before they were said.

“We will discuss this in the car. Now march!” The woman didn’t shout her voice was even and filled with the kind of cold venom that only a mother could manifest.

Lemonzest looked like she was about to argue but one stern look in her mothers eyes was all that it took for her to back down. She marched into the car and entered the back passenger door, slamming it as she entered.

As soon as her daugth as in the car the mother turned her attention to Jeane. “my poor boy, what did zesty do to you.”

Jeane tried to pick himself up but fell back down.

“Here let aunt chrysie help.” she wrapped her arms under Jeanes like an infant and pulled him up. She let the poor boy let on her as they walked to the car.

Chrysalis Hivevina was a wealthy business woman who owned several workout businesses and like his parents lived in the richest district of canterlot. Chrysalis and Jeanes father were the best of friends in high school and still are.

The silverhaired woman opened her passenger side front door and helped Jeane sit down. She buckled his seatbelt for him and kissed his forehead. “im sorry for my daugther, are you hungry?” she asked sweetly.

The boy shook his head.

Chrsyalis smiled as she patted his head. “Okay then.”

Before too long The trio drove away from the school grounds and toward the rich district. The first few minutes of the car ride were awkward silence, the radio being the only thing to make noise.

Chrsyalis then stopped at the side of the road and turned off the radio. “Zesty, is there something you want to say to Jeane.”

“Im sorry.” She mumbled.

Chrysalis glared at Lemonzest from the front of the car reflected by mirror. “Louder and better.”

Lemonzest’s eyes widened “Im sorry Jeane.”

A smile returned to Chrysalis face. “thats better.”

The car ride resumed until they reached the gate of the community. Chrysalis showed the guard her id and he opened the gate for them.

Chrsyalis house was the first place and when they stopped in the driveway Chrysalis cleared her throat. “Zesty, stay in the car for a minute I want to tell you something.”

“Okay mom.” Lemonzest grumbled.

“I know the current situation isnt ideal but that doesn’t give you the right to bully Jeane. Now, I wont ground you but I want to show you something.” Chrysalis instructed.

Jeane felt the silver haired mom scritch his head which felt soothing.

The woman then did the same to his chin rythmically scratching. “I know that you are scared to lose those you love but to get what you want try to be sweet instead of sour.”

“Okay mom.” Lemonzest replied.

“Besides I know you can be sweet especially since I saw you borrow my apron and pretended to be making Jeane dinner like a housewife.” Chrysalis laughed.

“mom!” Lemonzest groaned her cheeks reddening. Averting her gaze from her mother crossing her arms.

“Oh don’t pout zesty I think its cute.” The aunt cooed to her daugther, giggling to herself.

“You didn’t have to tell him that… It’s embarassing.” She rumbled.

Jeane couldn’t believe how much Lemonzest’s current behavior reminded him of when they were children. The boy loved his time with Lemonzest, they even shared their first kiss at the age of seven, of course they thought it was gross but still. They played and laughed together when they were kids, and bathed and slept together as infants. The boy missed those times when he and Lemonzest were friends instead of her being his bully.

“I don’t see a problem with it, but okay… ill stop.” smirking Chrysalis then looked at Jeane.

“Lemonzest did I mention that whitney said that she and Jeane will be there for your birthday in two months.”

Jeane’s heart stopped for a second. Whitney was his mother and a decorated officer in Homeland Security. She rarely if ever came home but when she did all the house bent to her whim as she was the stern authoritarian of the mallio household.

Lemonzest meanwhile let out an excited squeal. “Really mom, she said yes? Yeah! Can Jeane go with me and my friends to our all day mall trip, please.” she begged giving her mother classic babydoll eyes.

Once again Chrysalis chuckled. “I don’t see why not… as long as you stop bullying the poor boy.”

Lemonzest nodded her head and then raised her hand with crossed fingers. “I promise, scouts honor.”

“Since when were you in scouts.” Chrysalis joked, pressing a button on her door to undo her daugther’s child safety lock.

Lemonzest then placed her head next to Jeane. “Im sorry,” she cooed kissing his forehead. Then leaning to his ear and saying. “If you let any girl besides me and mommy do that to you then ill kick her ass and yours.” she threatened leaving the car.

The boy froze from the threat.

Chrysalis rolled down he window. “thier’s money on the table for pizza. ill be working late tonight so uncle thorax is in charge. I love you.”

“I love you too, bye.” Lemonzest groaned entering house.

Chrysalis cheerfulness shifted when her daugther left her site. The woman turned her head to Jeane with a frown. “how bad did she hurt you?”

“Not too bad, my back hurts and my stomach’s in knots though.”

A small sigh of concern emited from Chrysalis as her eyes soften and she took a sad look. “my poor Jeane, im so sorry.”

Jeane felt his head be smothered against the breast of Chrysalis quicker then he could process what happened.

Chrysalis figures ran through the head of the boy as she let out soft coos like a mother animal whose baby was upset. Grazing his scalp with her long painted nails which sent chills down his spine. The woman then ran her fingers down his back and began rubbing circles around his tension points.

Jeane felt all the soreness leave his body as a warm sensation covered his skin where crysalis touched. Hiding his face in her breast letting out soft moans as she made him feel better like she always did.

It was said that whenever Jeane was hurt or scared that he would instantly feel better when Chrysalis would show him affection. With his mother at work all the time the role of Jeanes mother figure fell on Chrysalis every boo boo was kissed by her and every achievement rewarded by her.

“all better my little ghost prince.” she teased using the nickname that Jeane received due to his pale skin tone which was hereditary to his family.  

The boy nodded his head and let out a soft hum.

“Good.” Chrysalis smiled warmly and returned to the drivers wheel. “I know Lemonzest can be a bit aggressive but you must understand that she is only acting out of fear of losing those she loves. Ever since her father abandoned her she has been so scared of losing anyone and blames herself for his absence.”

It was true Lemonzest used to be a happy if loud girl who loved rock music and sports. She and Jeane were the best of friends and they loved each other as only close friends could, but all that changed when her father left the poor girl during last years friendship games. He didn’t even show up and it was up to Chrysalis to pick up the pieces of her broken heart.

“I know it seems like she hates you but she only fears to lose you. Im not saying its right but you shouldn’t think it is based out of pure malice. Can you be patient with her Jeane because without you im afraid she would be too far gone… your her light during these dark times.”

Her words filled Jeane with something he lacked-purpose. The boy always wanted to be someone who helped people and he did care for Lemonzest despite all the controlling abuse.

“I Will aunt Chrysalis, I promise.”

Chrysalis’ eye’s teared up and kissed his forehead. “Good boy, were back at your house. Now go in, put some ice on your stomach and have a good day… I love you.”

her voice was sweet and Jeane felt the truth in all her words. “I love you too.”

Jeane kissed Chrysalis on the cheek, opened his door and waved goodbye. Proceeding up his driveway to his house twice as big as any other in the nieghborhood due to his father being the head of a chain of fast food franchisees and his mothers paycheck made it so that his family wanted for very little.

I’m her light. Yeah right. Jeane taunted himself in his thoughts. Chrysalis is too nice to you, your weak and a coward. The boy opened his front and the smell of sweet lavender his parents favorite scent met him.

The boy flung his bookbag on the nightstand in the living room. Plopping down on the coach and grabbing the remote to click on tv. He surfed through the many channels until he came onto a music video channel showing the latest pop sensation, the dazzlings, Jeane didn’t usually like pop music but he did enjoy their songs and had quite a crush on adagio dazzle the band leader.

After the dazzlings segment ended Jeane turned the audio of his tv down and went to his bookbag and pulled out a comic book for the mare do well.

The boy read It over and couldn’t help but think. If I had powers then maybe I could make the world a better place then no one would try to control me… too bad that super powers arent real.

	The boy read through the comic with the same fervor as when he first bought it. It was the first appearance of Mare do wells new side kick the marestery who was a mutant blessed with the power of esp.

The boy read the comic until his eyes grew heavy. I have a study session planned at the library tonight so I better go to bed. Maybe tommorrow will be better.
> Library
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	driving down the highway, Jeane sat in the passenger side of his dad’s red corvette, a gift for his wedding anniversary from his wife.

The sound of rock music filled the car from the radio as the pair of boys let the cool wind from the open top hit their hair.

“your being awful quiet son.” the man said in a peppy tone that was his default. Kurt Mallio was the happiest man on earth or at least that is how he could be seen with how he acts.

“I’m just thinking, dad.” the boy replied looking out to the glowing lights of the city streets.

The two boys let the winds whistle fill the silence.

“are you thinking about what happened earlier today?”

“How do you know about that?”

Kurt chuckle as they stopped at the traffic light. “Me and Chrysie had a long talk about it before I picked you up.”

“Why does she hurt me.”

“Lemonzest doesn’t mean to hurt you son, she is hurting herself and doesn’t know how to process it. She cant know that what she doing isnt gonna help. Try to be patient with her, okay.” the light turned green and the car moved forward.

A cold chill went down Jeane’s spine as the wind whipped across his back.

“I know dad but she is so mean, she hurts me and tells me that I belong to her… that im her property.”

Kurt tapped his fingers against the wheel allowing the moment proper time to digest.

“Jeane, Son, Lemonzest wanting to own you is my fault.”

Jeane turned toward his father whose characteristic smile stopped meeting his eyes. “What are you talking about dad?”

“When you and lemonzest were children id joke with chrysie that she was my second wife and she belonged to me.”

“Why would you do that?”

“It was meant to be a joke, something between friends that harkened back to our childhood but I guess lemonzest normalized it and when her father left her she thought about how ownership equals love and im sorry my son.”

“Its not your fault dad.”

“Son, I know you are a good boy, thats why I ask of you to try and not get in a fight with lemonzest, she is hurting and cant process what she is doing. I will talk with chrysie and make sure she talks to lemonzest.”

“Okay dad, I will.”

Kurts smile returned as the library loomed in the distance. The lights of the city fading behind them as the dimly lit streets only illuminated by the street lights gave the area a form of mystique. 

The car stopped in front of the door and the lock was undone with a press of a button.

“Have a good study session son, ill be back in two hours, hows about tacos on the way home.”

Jeane loved tacos it was his favorite food. “Okay.” was all he could say.

The boy exited the car and walked up the stairs to the library door. He opened them and was greeted by an empty room with only shelves of books as company. Jeanes dad was a big donor for the library and thus the boy had the run of the place when he wanted to study in peace.

Jeane found a table near the center of the room close enough to the exit to get out fast and near enough to the window to see the beautiful lights of the city in the distance.

The boy reached into his bag and pulled out his sciene text book. Todays session was the study of sir isaac newtons thoery of gravitional pull. The boy always found gravity fascinating as it was such an important force of the planet and the boy couldn’t help but be infatuated with the idea of gravity as a super power. One of his favorite heroes gray mare was an alien horse person who could manipulate gravity for flight, gravity blasts, and even flight.

The boy read through the text book for about a half hour and then decided to take a break. The boy pulled out a candy bar from his bag and his headphones. He let the music of the dazzlings blare through his headphone as he began to sketch something.

He started with the head which he used himself as the model then began drawing the costume. It would be a leotard with a swirl in the center on his stomach. The mask would be a full face mask and a back pack which would be a jetpack.

As the boy was finishing his sketch one thought ran through his head.

If I was a super hero I would love a costume like this.The boy would have fantasties of being given superpowers and protecting the innocent from the wicked villians. The boy’s lip curled upward at the thought of being like the mare do well or gray mare but this isnt a comic and he isnt a hero.

The lights overhead began to flicker rapidly and jeanes headphones filled with static. The boy adjusted the volume to see if it was something going wrong. 

What is going on.

	The lights shut off leaving the entire library in pitch darkness. If it wasnt for the street lights jeane would be completely blind.

The boy took his headphones off and reached into his bag for flash light and then frowned as he saw it had no batteries.

Suddenly a blue light radiated the the room like a mini sun as jeane turned his gaze to see it in the driveway of the library next to the orb was a man cloaked In who turned his back to jeane and as quickly as he arrived he vanished.

The burst was bright and hypnotizing. Jeane knew should run but he felt draw to It the boy took a step forward as the blue light expanded.

What Is it, why am I drawn to it. 

Jeane felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he knew what this was… a bomb.

The boy took a single step back but it was too late as the blue ball burst with a rapturous boom hitting all in its radius as its blue light turned hot white cutting through the library and hitting jeane dead on…

Is this how I die? Was the last thing the boy thought before the blast enraptured him.
> Hospital
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All Jeane could see was dark shapes moving in a blur. Muddled voice speaking words he couldn’t comprehend.

The boys vision cleared in moments but jeane still couldn’t make out what was being said as he recognized one of the images as his dad.

The dryness of the boys chapped lips made him feel terrible as he began to cough.

The two figures fully cleared to jeanes vision and bright light nearly blinded him as the overhead light flashed in his eyes. The first was his father Kurt dressed in green flannel and black pants with a grim look on his face. The other as presumed to be a doctor as he wore a white lab coat and pale blue face mask over his mouth.

“Dad, what happened.”

The doctor pointed to his board as a distinct ringing hit Jeanes ears blocking out any words from him.

Kurt had a stern look on his worry worn face, it seemed he had been crying with the worry lines and wetness of his face.

What happened? The boy tried to move his body but it felt like the blanket weighed ten times as much as he did when he tried to move it.

The ringing stopped abruptly and jeane caught a glimmer of a conversation.

“wheelchair bound for at least a month, liquid diet for the first week and cut his solider food for him.” the doctor instructed.

Kurt’s lip quivered. “Thank you doctor, without you my little boy wouldnt be here.” the man sounded like he would cry again.

“Dad?” Jeane pipped out through his parched lips his throat sore.

“Jeane!” Kurt exclaimed leaping toward the boy and wrapping him in a big hug. “Oh my son, I thought id lost you when I heard about the attack on the news I was worried sick.”

attack? Did he mean… the bomb. The thought of the blue burst flashed a memory in jeanes head and he swore he could hear a voice in his head when he was engulfed in the explosion but what it said and wanted was a mystery to the young teen.

“what happened?”

“A band of terrorists attacked the university district and bombed it. Jeane you are one of the few survivors of the blast. The reponse team pulled you out of the wreckage of the library all broken and still. The doc here put you back together but he says you need to stay here for the next week for testing and recovery.”

a terrorist attack. The boy couldn’t believe something like this would happen in canterlot. His mother moved their family here from washington when jeane was but a baby specifically because it was so insolular and out of the way. What could terrorists want with Canterlot.

	The boy felt his stomach rumble and when he rubbed it his skin felt like it was bearing the weight of a stone.

“how could this happen?” Jeane sniffled as tears formed in his eyes.

“I don’t know son,” Kurt cried out as he held his childs hands. “but none of that matters right now, all that matters is that you are safe and sound.”

“dad, he said id have to be in a wheelchair… is that forever?”

Kurt shook his head. “no, just until your body gets back to normal you’ve been asleep for two weeks now and you need physical therapy.”

Jeane smacked his parched lips. “im thirsty.” he stated.

Kurt ruffled through a gym bag next to his feet and pulled out a bottle of purple colored drink that read Hive Brand on the front… his aunts brand.

“aunt chrysalis was worried sick when she heard and knew when you woke up youd need to get your strength up and sent some of her new protein shakes for you… isnt that nice of her.” the man pleaded, trying to forget the horrible attack on his child.

Kurt uncorked the bottle with a snap and hen pressed it to jeanes lips.  

The boy took a sip and was met with the worst taste ever. The boy choked and gagged on it but after it was done he felt kind better.

“are you okay?”

“sorry, I wasnt prepared for that flavor.” Jeane admitted.

“I promise you when we’re back home, ill treat you to whatever you want but please drink these so you can get better soon.”

Jeane nodded his head. “okay dad, hand me one.”

Kurt feed jeane the rest of the bottle and the boy didn’t gag once. The taste was still terrible but it felt natural like water going down. The boy swallowed this and another bottle before feeling full.

The boy returned his head to the soft pillow then looked up at the ceiling feeling lighter then air. In fact he couldn’t feel the soft bedding under him he turned to his dad who was watching tv and released that he was slightly over his fathers height.

The boy turned his head down and noticed he was floating. Jeane screamed and his body hit the bedding hard. A deep pressure slammed the boy on the mattress with a loud crash as the metal of the bed under mattress creaked.

Jeane let out a cry of pain, his body pressed between his bed and some invisible force above him.

Kurt grabbed his sons arm and tried to calm him down. “Jeane? Jeane! Whats wrong son!?” the man exclaimed trying to hold his sons hand.

“it hurts! The pressure is crushing me!” the boy cried as he tried to roll out of bed. The boy hit the white tiled floor with a slamm cracking several tiles as his body pressed harder against the floor.

“Doctor! Doctor! Help!” Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs out to the hall of the hospital.

Several nurses rushed into the room watching their patient writh in agony.

Two orderlies ran to Jeanes aid. The men were muscularly strong who grabbed jeane by either side and struggled in their attempt to pick him up. The two orderlies broke sweats as Jeane stuck to the floor as if by glue.

The doctor ran in with another orderlie who went to help grab the boy barely lifting him an inch from the ground. The three orderlies were aided by Kurt who finally were able to pick jeane up and put him back on the bed.

The boy cried out as the beds metal bent to his weight.

The doctor said something that jeane couldn’t hear as a loud buzzing entered his ears and he cried out in pain.

A sharp sting on jeanes arm was followed by a feeling of calm. The boy noticed that the doctor held an empty needle as jeanes eyes grew heavy.

The boy closed his eyes as the tears stopped and all he could think of was.

What did that blast do to me.
> Discovery
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being wheelchair bound sucked. Jeane discovered this three days after getting home from the hospital. The doctor told the father that jeane would need to be bound in a wheel chair for at least a month and that he would need help doing normal things.

What happened at the hospital still haunted the young man as he didn’t understand what was going on. His prevailing theory was the bomb caused the boy to become highly magnetized which pulled him down toward the earth.

The boy hadnt felt that pull since he came home but he knew that he was abnormal.

“jeane?” Kurt asked, finishing his cereal. “you barely touched your breakfast, are you okay?”

“Yeah dad,” the boy lied, the honest truth being that he feared that the side effects of the burst would be permanent and make jeanes life impossible to live.

The boy contnued to eat his breakfast, the hunger driving him.

“so jeane, I just got off the phone with the doctor. He told me that you are making a remarkable recovery since the initial visit. The tests he ran yesterday came back with positive results and even says you can go back to school monday, isn’t that great?” Kurt’s voice trembled at the end and he could barely meet his sons eyes.

Jeane looked up at his father and frowned. He knew that his dad loved him but jeane hated how he refused to look at him. It made the boy feel like a monster, a freak.

But jeane knew his dad didn’t think that.

“Yeah dad, its great.” Jeane mumbled.

Kurt’s watch beeped and the man shot up from his church. “I have to go check on the franchises  today jeane, you gonna be okay for a couple hours without me?”

Jeane nodded his head.

Kurt ran his hands through jeanes hair and chuckled. “I remember when you were little. You used to be attached to my hip always scared to be by yourself. Your growing into a real man and im proud of you.”

Jeane smiled at his fathers compliment. “Thanks dad, I love you.”

“I love you too, son.” Kurt kissed jeanes forehead. “Be good, and aunt chrysalis left you a crates worth of those protein shakes be sure to drink one before I get back. I put several in the fridge for ya. Bye son.”

Jeane waved goodbye to his father as the man left the house and shut the door behind him.

Left alone with only his thoughts, jeane once again felt the weight of unease wash over him. He felt more pitiful and weak then he did before the blast, his legs were jelly and his back was sore. His disgust was immeasurable.

The boy couldn’t help but feel like things would never get better and depression refused to let go of him.

Look at yourself jeane, your worthless. He berated himself, a flash anger warmed him.

Jeane grabbed his bowl and threw it aiming to shatter the porclain on the hardwood.

No smash followed the aggressive toss and after a minute passed curiosity piqued and jeane turned his head to see the bowl hovering over the floor three feet over it halfway to the roof.

The bowl rolled toward the bowl, his wheels skurting on the floor as he sped toward the anamolie.

“what in the--”

crash!

The bowl smashed to the floor, shattering to a thousand pieces on the glistening wood.

Jeane flinched at the spectacle and watched in fear as the pcs began to lift a few inches off the ground only to fall back down.

The boy looked at his hands and then hardened his gaze and rolled his wheel chair to the island in the kitchen and then reached out his hand to his open book bag. He reached out to form a connection to the heaviest textbook in his bag, his advanced science book.

He focused long and hard trying to get a connection but only gaining sweat. He had almost given up until he took a breath and felt something in his back as it tingles and then his hairs began to rise up turning his pointed hairstle into a spiky form. The boy reached out his hand and breathed steadily.

The book in the bag began to rustle shifting from one side to another. The boy breathed in sharply and the book lifted out of the bag.

The breath exhales slowly and focuses, the book hovers toward jeanes hand.

Inhale and exhale, easy focus, and finally a sigh as the book bag entered his hand and the tingling feeling left him and was replaced with a sudden flood of excitement and astonishment.

How is this possible. Jeane thought. I have super powers? Like mare do well… how powerful am I.

	The last question brimmed with anticapation brought to mind jeane dressed in one of his sketched costumes, running across rooftops, fighting bad guys, saving a damsel in distress. The boy could hardly think someone like him would be the hero type without these powers but not he can be.

Heros need to fly right, let me see if I can fly. The boy focused the power inside him breathing steadily and just like last time he felt all the hair on his body stand on end. The boy then felt lighter then air and lifted his wheelchair off the ground if only for a few inches.

The boy looked around and let out an excited squeal which was followed by the chair falling on the ground with a clatter as jeane tried to steady himself.

The boy coughed loudly, his lungs feeling overextended like he ran a marathon. The boy felt his stomach growl.

Okay, my powers consume energy and lifting myself consumes the most energy… so no flying for me rn. Despite the discovery of a power limit jeanes mind raced of ways to improve himself for his power. The boy raced toward the fridge and grabbed a protein shake.

The boy took a sip and nearly retched. These energy strikes are awful but last time I drank one these powers reacted better. The boy had surmised that the incident in the hospital was his powers awakening.

The boy then had an idea on how to train his powers. The boy rolls out to their backyard. It was like any american backyard wth a grill on the wood patio, a huge tree in back with a birds nest and squirrels with a bird house as well.

The boy noticed that the branches of the tree law strewn on the grassy ground and jeane if he was healthy would be tasked with picking them up and disposing of them for his allowance. The boy decides to try and do his chore despite his disability.

The boy does the breathing technique and feels his hairs rise and picks up the smallest branch. He focuses and maneuvers it successfully but without finnessee or grace. Jeane feels tired so he finishes the shake and feels his power return.

Next we need to try a bigger branch. Jeane felt his sinises flare as the pollen hit his nose. The boy would need to take his allergy medicine soon as it was around the time for his seasonal allergies.

The boy found a big branch which he assumed to be a small limb from the tree. The boy focused himself returning to his concentration and breathing. The boy hyperfocused and the limb shook. The boy could feel his nose inch when the air from his breathing hit it.

The boy decided to ignore it as he lifted the tree on top of the tree. Reaching his hand out to steady himself and pointing near the center of the tree. The boy inhaled… then sneezed.

A loud boom followed the sneeze and jeane felt himself be pushed back as the creaking of the tree blurted out through the neighborhood.

The boy opened his eyes and noticed that the tree in front of him leaned back and smoked from its bark on the side.

Jeane rolled toward the spot and felt the bark of the tree and frowned as he felt heat radiating from the spot which looked like it was hit by a blunt ax.

If I hit a person with this much force they could have broken ribs or even lose a limb. The boy wondered what he had done. I might have telekinetic blasts.

	The boy shook his head I have been given a gift of power and now all I have to do is master it.

	Jeane smirked I will be a hero who saves everyone.
> Rescued
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	whistling a tune Jeane Mallio rolled up the hill toward CHS. He had gotten used to wheelchair life for the last week and a half. Testing his powers had made the entire ordeal bearable as the boy had refined his abilities and hoped to discover new ones.

I can levitate myself five inches right now but that takes all my energy. He thought to himself reaching the top of the hill.

When I use my telekinetic burst ability it hits like a bullet from a handgun. The boy had studied and used the bullet like power to hit trees to test his power.

Jeane could hardly believe that someone like him could be blessed with super powers. The boy rolled down the pavement and saw CHS in the distance.

Just then Jeane felt himself stop. He tried to pull himself forward but felt something hold him back.

“going somewhere, darling.” lemonzests sickly sweet voice inquired.

Jeane gulped as his body froze in fear.

Lemonzest walked around Jeanes wheelchair and stood in front of him with a smile. She leaned down and smiled at him.

“My poor darling, stuck in a wheelchair. Don’t worry I’llbe there for every single step of your recovery.” she cooed making it seem like she genuinely cared.

“Hey Lemonzest, are you feeling okay?” Jeane quivered with fear as lemonzest placed her hand on his cheek and ran it softly down.

“Of course darling. You know I worry myself sick about you.” She cooed again, lightly pinching his cheek.

The boy felt her grip tighten.

“Uh lemonzest, I have to get to class. Can you let go please.”

Jeane felt his cheek redden as her grip crushed his cheek.

Lemonzest breathed in and out then released.

“look, I know ive been a little aggressive lately… but its only because… because… im scared of losing you jeane. Remember all the good times. Playing In the dirt, wrestling, sleeping in the same bed.” she had a slight blush and a warm look on her face and unlike the rest of this interaction she genuinely seemed happy.

The boy felt those memories go back to those times. They even shared their first kiss when they were young.

“they were good times. Are you still mad at me?”

the girl smiles and the fakeness returns to her voice. “I could never stay mad at you jeane. Your my darling.”

The boy tried to pull his chair out of her grasp but she held the armbar like a vise. Though she smiled jeane could tell she still had the same anger as always and she hid it poorly.

“me and my mom talked about how ive been treating and I know now that ive been hurting you… but I promise to be nicer starting now. To prove it everyday I see you im gonna give you a kiss.”

Lemonzest puckered up her lips leaned forward toward jeanes lips.

“lemonzest, I don’t really want a kiss.”

Jeane felt his breathing constrict as a hand grasped his throat… lemonzests hand.

Her eyes had bugged out her left eyebrow twitched, she once again bore her fangs like a wild animal a low growl clear on her tongue.

“Did I ask what you want!?” her grip tightened and jeane could feel himself loe consciousness.

“Im sorry, your hurting me.”

“Now I tried being nice and you spit in my face for it. Now your gonna give me a kiss and your gonna like it.”

“Leave him alone!” another voice shouted. It was female and stern.

Both jeane and lemonzest gazed where the voice came from and the girls image was blocked by the rising sun at her pack. Her hands on her hips.

Coming into view was an orange skinned girl with fiery colored hair. She wore a black leather jacket and a teeshirt with a sun on it. She crossed her arms and stared daggers at lemonzest.

“this doesn’t invovle you CHS scum?”

“it does when your bullying one of my fellow wondercolts.”

“He wont be a wondercolt for long. Hes gonna transform next semester to crystal prep.”

“that may be true but right now he is a wondercolt and you are gonna let him go.”

“And what if I don’t”

the girl stomped forward until she was directly in front of lemonzest. Her fiery eyes baring into lemonzests soul.

Lemonzest took a step back and gulped.

“You really want to find out?”

“Th-this isnt over… ill get you for this Sunset.” lemonzest ran away knockin into jeanes wheelchair as he rolled back toward the hill.

Before jeane could stop himself a hand grabbed his arm bar and pulled him back to the top of the hill.

“Wow there, don’t want you getting another broken leg after I just saved you.” she teased with a lovely laugh.

The boy met his saviors gaze… those beautiful blue eyes shimmering like a clear crystal lake. He could felt his heart beat faster, his hands go clammy, and his cheeks warmed.

“you okay?” she giggled once again, her cheeks also reddening.

“you saved me… why?” He felt dumb asking it but it came out faster then he could stop it.

“Why not? Its what a good person would do. Besides, no one deserves to be bullied especially not you.” she said then her eyes widened. “I mean people like you… smart people… I should stop talking.” she chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, thank you.” jeane could feel himself warm to her like she was the sun itself.

“Need a hand getting up the handicap ramp at school.” she offered never losing that half smile.

The boy nodded his head.

“excellent.” the girl then went behind jeane grabbing his back handles and lightly pushed him toward the school which was still in the distance.

“thanks for the help. How’d you know I was in trouble?” Jeane asked.

“I was waiting for a friend near the school when I saw that girl from crystal prep mumbling t herself and pacing around the school. I watched her closely and when she stormed down the road I decided to follow her thats when I saw her bullying you.”

“Well good thing you were in the neighborhood.”

“Yeah, how can someone do that to another person. What kinda monster acts like that.”

“In her defense. Me and lemonzest have known each other for a long time… she and me were the best of friends as kids.”

“She sure didn’t act friendly back there.” sunset remarked waiting at the crosswalk after pressing the button. Cars passed by leisurely as cops covered the street. Ever since the terrorist attack the police force has been stretched thin as they are constant look out.

Nobody knows who did the bombing as their was no body found near the origin point of the bomb and no sign of anyone being there. The town was on high alert and rumors of a curfew being instated was being discussed by the town council. The governor Rey Sombra was the only beacon of light for canterlot in these dark times as the politician calmed the people of the city expertly.

Jeane couldn’t help but feel partially responsible, because he survived and had benefitted from the suffering of the entire city. Two thousand people lost their lives that day and that meant almost everyone lost somebody.

“Jeane are you okay?” Sunset asked,

“Yeah sorry, just distracted.”

Sunset saw a shrine devoted to a young child one of the victims of the attack a sad frown on her face. “I know what you mean… who could do such a terrible thing.”

“I don’t know.”

“Im just glad your okay jeane, I don’t know what id do if you got hurt.”

“I didn’t know you cared that much.” jeane admitted. “honestly, I didn’t think you knew I existed.”

“Of course I did, ive been watching you for years.” she admitted smiling then she flushed. “I mean not in a creepy way obviously.”

Sunset had been a bully for most of her time at CHS and after the fall formal she had turned her behavior on its head and become a better person. Some people were still wary of her but jeane always thought she was genuine.

“did you see me as a target back when you were… your former self?” Jeane winced thinking on how personal his question was.

“No, I saw you as smart and pretty. I was angry that you never acted like a man and asked me on a date but I figured if I wanted you bad enough id just take you… I realize now that was an unhealthy way of seeking a relationship.” she chortled upon admitting her former feelings toward jeane.

“sounds like I had that effect on women.” Jeane chuckled as the light finally turned green and the two crossed the walk and entered the other side.

“So what is Lemonzests deal? Why is she bullying you if you were friends before.”

“Her father left her and her mother. Apparently he never loved chrysalis or lemonzest and it broke her heart. Shes afraid of losing those she cares about and decided that if she loves something she had to own it.”

“Thats… terrible… im really glad I grew out of that but take it from me jeane… missing dad is no reason to force someone to like you.”

“Did you lose your father sunset.” Jeane looked back at her and saw a sad look on her face. “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

sunset turned her head upward. “my mom and dad died when I was just a foal… I didn’t know them until I was taken in by princess celestia.”

“Princess celestia? Foal? What are you talking about?” Jeane couldn’t understand and thought that maybe he was feeling woozy because of his powers.

Sunset blushed then leapt back. “Oh that, don’t worry… uh I was just confused what I meant to say my mom and dad died when I was baby and principal celestia took me in as a teen… yeah thats it.”

She stammered and jeane didn’t believe her but for the life of him he didn’t know why she would lie and just let her slide.

The two arrived at chs and the white horse statue in the center shimmered like a mirror in the rising sun. the boy always felt hopeful when h saw that stallion running wild and free. The boy smiled as sunset too looked up hopeful at the stallion.

“So jeane, what is your opinion on ponies?” Sunset asked pushing jeanes chair toward the handicap ramp.

“what an odd question. Id say that I like ponies and that they are cute… why do you ask?” Jeane as a child had ridden plenty of fun ponies for parties and other events.

Sunset blushed. “N-no reason. Look we’re at the entrance. Want me to walk you to class?” she spoke in a higher quicker voice with a smile.

Jeane nodded his head.

This sunset shimmer sure is a mystery. I wonder if she was affected by the same blast… I cant be the only one who gained powers from it. The boy had wondered if any other cases of super humans have made themselves known. The boy hadnt heard of any but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to hear more about them. He longed to find someone like him who knew what it was like to be given these abilities.

Someone who knows his guilt of being not just a survivor but a profiteer of others suffering.

The boy felt his heart lurch at the thought and might have shed a tear. Had the angel bathed in sunlight beside him not put her hand on his shoulder.

“I know what its like to feel guilty. But I want you to know even though we lost a lot of people that surviving the attack isnt something to be guilty over and I know that no one blames you.” she said reassuringly.

Jeane couldn’t help but smile at her. She made him so happy.

“if you keep smiling at you like that I may get uncomfortable. A girl gets ideas when a guy shows that much joy around her.”

“Well maybe I want to show you how much you being my savior means to me?”

they both chuckled until a huge man in a janitor outfit stopped in front of him.

He had bluish gray skin and a long face with a muscular build. He was built out of pure red meat and muscle like a body builder. He was dressed in the typical janitor uniform with a name tag that read Iron will.

“hello there beautiful, Iron will couldn’t help but see your radiant hair from across the room and would like to offer you a date with a real man.” the janitor iron will boasted dropping the broom and proceeding to flex and grunt.

Sunset rolled her eyes “no thanks pal.”

she pushed jeane toward his home room but iron will stepped between.

“Really you want this twerp over the irresistable iron will… pfft, you must be stupid… your loss.” iron will scoffed then stormed back toward the map.

Sunset growled and punched the wall to next to her. “jerk,” she grunted.

“what kinda janitor hits on high school girls.

“a creep thats who… I hate people like him. Treating women like pieces of meat and arm candy.”

Jeane was stopped inside the home room and placed in the front of the class. The boy frowned as he saw sunset storm off.

“Thank you.”

For the first time in his life Jeane had found someone to protect him and actually care about him besides his dad and aunt chrysalis. The boy frowned as he thought about that janitor.

Said Janitor stood in the doorway of the class room staring daggers at jeane.
> Fight
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	“199...200.” jeane dropped the weight on the ground with a gasp.

The clicking of the doctors pen followed by its scratching on the pad and paper.

“mr. mallio, your son has made a tremendous recovery in the last two weeks.” the doctor praised the nurse beside him nodding along.

Kurt mallio clapped his hands together with a warm smile. “great, my little boy is all better.”

“Not exactly mr. mallio.” the doctor corrected, fixing his glasses as he flipped to the backpage. “Although his legs have healed at an incredible rate and his back has no signs of warriness he will still need to slowly and I do mean slowly reingrate stenous activity into his daily regimen.”

Kurt nodded his head and turned to his son with concern.

“there is nothing to worry about mr. mallio. Though it is rare for someone to recover this fast these are unprecedented events so anything is possible. My suggestion for jeane is for you to do 15 minute walks around the neighborhood once per day and take every other weekend off. After that he should be right as rain.”

Jeane listened closely, though he didn’t like them talking about him like he was not there he was glad to be out of the wheelchair. He was happy his legs had returned to their strength and was thankful that his powers had given him the motivation to grow stronger.

The boy knew his abilities relied on his physical endurance and energy and so he did small excerises and practices with them along with chugging those energy drinks that his aunt chrysalis gave him. He was close to empty though and would have to buy more from her.

The boy smiled at the thought of running again and a daydream of running across the beach next to sunset shimmer flashed through his head.

It was clear as day, sunlike hair wrapped in a long pony tail and herself wrapped in a one piece swimsuit running with him. A smile on their faces and maybe holding hands.

Jeane couldn’t help but blush when he heard the doctor call his name.

“Jeane. I cannot say for sure but I believe the blast has given you a boost in your regenerative abilities and I must it is quite a boon considering what could have happened to you giving what most terrorist attacks do to people.”

“thats good doc.” jeane said trying taking a step toward the door.

“now im gonna prescribe him some painkillers and these are to be taken only if he suffers a relapse in pain and you must contact me after he takes them to set up an appointment. If it gets bad enough call the emergency room and they will be there.”

Kurt hugged the doctor and held him tight. “Thanks doc, you take such good care of us.”

“There there, its the least I can do. I mean your wife helped me out back when I was in med school by giving me an internship with the fbi, its the least I could do.”

Jeanes ears perked up upon hearing what the doctor said.

What would his mother think. Her little boy invovled in a terrorist attack, strange healing anamolies, and potential discovery of his abilities. The boy shivered.

Whitney mallio was a lot of things, beautiful, smart, strong, fierce, and deadly but above all else she was a force of nature when it came to opposition. She was not one you said no too especially if you are her son or husband.

Jeane rarely saw her but when she came home it was like they were all in her personal bootcamp. Everything had up to her standards of cleaniless, food had to be eaten at the table and everyone was in bad by 8:30 and no later. She was a tyrant in her house hold.

He would be lying if he said that his own mother put the fear of god in him, but he also felt like their was something missing. She was good provider and their family wanted for nothing but jeane needed a mother figure in his life. Someone kind and caring. When whitney didn’t fill that role he felt lost and that was when he and chrysalis became close.

The boy shook his head. His mother would find out eventually he was sure but until then he could practice and learn. Maybe if he can master his powers before she comes back he could ask her to teach him the ways of her trade and he could be a government super hero and save people while being praised.

Jeane thought back to the comic event which brought back the golden age character Red stripe a patriotic hero who was a mutat able to manipulate fabric which though he thought was a useful power discovered an ancient chinese master who taught him how to use a bladed scarf and how to use his powers for his country.

The hero was seen as a true american hero and one who put innovation over birthright.

Someday I hope to be an inspiration to my government. He thought as he did some finishing stretches.

“Alright what I want from you is your daily routine of pushups, situps, and plenty of water preferably on ice in case you have as yet unforeseen throat damage okay.” the doctor instructed with an easy smile.

The boy nodded his head. “thanks doc.”

Jeane walked down the halls of the hospital with his father as he watched the patients coughed uncontrollable.

The boy walked down and then bumped into a man in black suit.

“Sorry mister.” Jeane froze as he felts the mans hateful glare under his sun glasses.

“just watch where your going brat.” the man scoffed storming away.

Jeane noticed him hid something big inside his shirt.

Jeane frowned as he watched the man run off.

I don’t like that guy… hes suspicion. Jeane felt a kind hand rest on his shoulder.

“don’t worry about that guy jeane. We’ve got celebrating to do.” kurt cheered leading his son into the elevator.

It was oddly quite once they were out of sight of others.

“I spoke with your mother today.” kurt deadpanned.

“Oh? What did she say.”

“A lot actually. Yelled more like it. She darn near shouted my ear off.”

“its gonna be heck on earth when she comes home.”

“Yeah it is. but luckily she is still investigating the theft of government tech from the pentagon and says it will take at least a month so we’re clear until summer at least.”

“there is that at least.” jeane replied disappointed.

“look buddy, I know you wish she would be more invovled in your life but she is doing very important business. You have to make sacrifices to save the free world.” kurt didn’t sound so convinced. “I’ll make sure shes there for your birthday at least.”

“okay dad.”

“Now enough moping around we have a slice of celebration cake to eat… its your favorite, red velvet!” the man exclaimed.

Jeane smiled at that. At least he still had his dad and no matter how scary his mom may be at least he will still have his dad.

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the car ride hide was one filled with bad singing and good cheer. Jeane dad was notorious for breaking into song when his favorite bands came on ad jeane couldn’t help but join him even though they were both tone deaf.

The two pulled up to the driveway and stopped the car.

Jeane opened the door and for the first time in over two weeks stretched his legs for a good long time. The boy let his muscles relax as he could finally walk again. You never know how bad you love walking until you can no longer do it.

Jeane then turned toward the road taking several steps down the driveway.

“Where you going Jeane?” Kurt asked.

“I think ill take a walk around the nieghborhood. Is that okay dad?”

Kurt smiled. “it sure is son. Just be back before sundown or im eating all this cake by myself.”

Jeane chuckled at his fathers humor then gave him a thumbs up.

Jeane decided back when he received his powers he would test their abilities on him after he was better. He took a stroll until he was out of sight of his father and chrysalis house so they couldn’t stop him.

The boy then took a runners start. One breath in, one out. The boy charged forward running across the pavement and letting the win touch his hair.

Now time for a new test of power. Jeane decided to try and make himself lighter as he found that the powers make him lighter/heavier which made his powers more easily identifiable. The boy dashed forward as his body had lost much wind resistance.

It wasnt long until the boy felt his legs hurt and his breathing stumble as he decided to stop himself. The boy leaned over and heaved. He then turned his head up and noticed the big skyscraper in front of him.

He looked around and noticed that he was back in downtown.

He saw the bridge to the east, the big buildings, and of course the paved crosswalk.

This would take about ten minutes to drive here. The boy thought noticing a sign which read Wrap up avenue and ho down corner which was the first street jeane passed In downtown on his way to school during his walks.

The boy let out a cheer. Im getting stronger… pretty soon ill be a real hero.

	A rumble in his stomach brought to attention his hunger.

The boy ruffled in his bag and pulled out a bottle of the energy drink, his last bottle.

He chugged It down and felt his energy be restored.

Ill have to ask aunt chrysalis whats in these things. Jeane had tried other energy drinks to see if they had the same effect but they didn’t nearly give him the boost like these.

The boy then decided to do a lap around the neighborhood to see how many he could do before tiring.

Breath in and out then run.

The boy speed around corners and hallways keeping track.

Alright one city block, 20 laps in 10 minutes, that is 2 laps per minute… a new record and I still have energy to spare. Im definetly building up endurance.

	The boy smiled as as he leapt in air.

He turned the bridge to return to his father when he felt a disturbance.

The boy rolled onto he road then quickly turned to see a dust cloud in the distance.

The boy could make out a shape of a tall muscular man with a bulls head stomping toward jeane. The boy could feel the earthshake below his feet as the man stepped out of the cloud.

He was seven feet tall wore a blue luchadors bull mask and tight spandex pants and boots. He didn’t wear a shirt showing up his rippling muscles.

“what are you?” Jeane asked.

The man leapt forward punching jeane in the gut making him cough blood sending the boy flying back a couple feet.

“I… am the worlds strongest conduit.” he boasted yelling to the top of his lungs.

Conduit? Does he mean like power conductors. Jeane thought as the flexed his muslce sending a huge burst of wind sending him back a little more.

“whats the matter kid? Use all your power for theatrics or are you just that weak? What even is your conduit source?” the bull man taunted closing the distance staring down at the 5 foot even jeane.

The boy took a step back. He didn’t understand half of what this guy was saying but he knew if he didn’t come up with a plan soon he would be as good as dead and It would be painful.

Jeane leapt back but the bullman took a step and was back to being face to face with naruto.

The boy couldn’t think straight he had never been in a straight fight before and his legs felt like jelly. He could hardly stand and his gut hurt from being attacked.

“you gonna throw a punch or what. I thought you were a conduit… I kinda was counting you putting up a fight.”

Jeane prepared himself in a stance.

The bullma lifted his fist and slammed it toward jeane stopping just short of his face causing a mass shockwave to push him on his butt. The boy frowned as he stared up at the scowling face of the masked bull.

“Pathethic. Your not worth my time. I was hoping for a worthy foe but all I got was some up jumped school boy. Go back home wimp and don’t get in my way or I will crush you.” iron will turned around stopping abrubtly.

He smiled as a woman walked dressed in joggers pants and a sports bra paced at the crosswalk waiting for it to turn green.

“Excuse me brat, I got me a hot piece of ass to smooze.” he leapt flying high in the air jumping down in front of the woman.

“Hey baby, what do you say we go back to my place.” he asked grabbing her arm.

The woman screamed trying futilely to escape.

“don’t be frigid, it would be an honor for you to be my arm candy. Now come on give me a kiss.” He said lifting her up.

“No! I have a husband! Let me go!” she cried. “Help! Someone help me!”

“No here to help you. Now shut up and enjoy this.”

Blast hit the bull man in the head causing smoke and fabric to fly. The woman dropped on the ground and immediately fled.

The bull turned his gaze toward jeane who held his hand like a finger gun breathing heavily. The boy took a step back.

“my mask! I worked weeks on that! You just made the two biggest mistakes of your life, kid.” the bull man yelled, revealing his face as the smoke cleared.

“I know you… your that janitor from CHS… iron will. You have super powers too!” jeane exclaimed.

Iron will smirked getting in a charging bull stance.

“indeed I do.” the man charged using his forehead as a battering ram to hit jeane.

The boy used his power to make himself lighter and sidestepped iron will with not a second to spare.

The boy slammed his body against the bridge breathing heavily as he noticed a hole where he once stood as iron will had punched downward.

That could’ve been my head. The boy thought, hyperventilating.

Iron will let out a horrid shout as he cackled like a mad man.

“oh yeah! Im the strongest conduit in the world! No one can beat me.” the man flexed his muscles making the bridge itself unstable with each flex as he set shockwaves across the bridge.

“to think just last month I was a down on his luck motivational speaker and now after one well placed explosion I am a god of masculinity and strength. Now all I have to do is find me a few nice girls to join my harem and then I can take over the entirety of canterlot.”

Jeane aimed for his head once again planning to knock him out while he was bragging.

“Oh no you don’t brat… you die now!” iron will clapped his hands sending a huge wave of force nearly cutting the bridge in have and sending jeane over the bridge into the creek below.

The boy could hardly think before the rumble collapsed on him. Crushing the boy as his vision faded.

Darn it, I couldn’t even land a single hit. The boy was on the verge of tears but then strangely a calm came over him.

But I didn’t run. Back when I didn’t have powers I would see something like this and turn tail but I fought back and I saved that woman. The boy saddened thinking how iron will may still be a danger I pray there is a third what did he call them… conduit who will stop him.

	Jeanes vision darkened as he felt his eyes grow heavy.

Sorry dad, aunt chrysalis, looks like I aint coming home.

	The last thing jeane saw was a bright light proceeded by the muffled voice of a shadowy figure then darkness.

Is this heaven? He thought as he felt himself lifted off the ground.
> Zeke
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a ceiling fan clipping erraticly greeted jeane as his eyes slowly opened. The boy felt his head pound in pain.

I feel like I was hit by a truck. He thought rubbing is head.

Jeane could smell the bitter scent of coffee… burnt coffee. The sound of a man singing on the next room came to the boys attention.

Where am I? The boy looked around the room. The wall paper was covered in holes and stain marks. Empty wrappers and side turned cups decorated the night stand and floor.

Whoever lives here doesn’t care about cleanileness. The boy tried to leave the bed but as he feet hit the floor he felt his head spin. Jerking his head over the waste bin beside him as he puked inside.

The boy barked out a cry, coughing like a chain smoker.

A knock on the threshold of the room caught the boys attention. He looked up to see a portly man with shades on looking at him with a half smirk. He dressed in camo green bowler shirt, black pants, black running shoes, and had a gray vest over his shirt with a pair of fingerless gloves.

“Your awake huh, you heal fast.” the man praised in a jovial tone of voice.

“where am I?	Jeane asked rubbing his head.

The man leaned against the threshold. “your in casa de dunbar or as I like to call the roach motel or as you call it EconoRich lodge. I know it aint much but it works for a man on the move.”

“What happened?” an image flashed of the bull headed man using a shock wave to destroy the bridge and for it to topple on top of him crushing the boy. “How did I survive that?”

The man whistled. “Wish I could tell ya. Ive been researching conduits for over a year now and I barely know a thing about what they are capable of.”

conduit? The term resonates in jeane filling him with a sense of familiarity even though he has never heard of any group referred as that.

“Hey, you okay kid. Any broken bones, internal bleeding… morning wood?” Zeke said the last part teasingly.

“Im fine just confused. Who are you?”

“Ezekial dunbar but most folk call me Zeke. What do they call you rich boy?” Zeke reached into his pocket and pulled out a swiss army knife, clipping his nails.

“Jeane, Jeane Mallio? How’d you know I was rich?”

Zeke smirked. “I’ve been watching you for a couple weeks now.”

“Why?”

“had to see If after that explosion whether or not you would become a conduit.”

“Whats a conduit?”

“Your a conduit!” He exclaimed happily.

Jeane raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, just got excited is all.” he apologized returning his knife to his pocket. “Have to say though I really respect you taking iniative in training your abilities but if I were you id try not to use my powers in public In Case the Dups catch wind of it.”

“Dups?”

“The feds for conduits… but I don’t need to worry you about that.” zeke then heard a ding. “Oop coffees done. Want some?”

Jeane shook his head.

“Suit yourself, im getting me a cup. You stay put while I get you something for the headache.”

Jeane watched the out of shape man leave the room. Humming all the way. Jeane didn’t know what to think of this Ezekial Dunbar. He knew about jeanes powers but didn’t seem shocked or surprised by them. The boy didn’t know how to feel about that.

Zeke returned with a smoking paper cup in his hand and a glazed donut in his hand. “So Jeane, how long have you been a conduit?”

“I don’t know what a conduit is really?”

“Ah, my mistake. Well let me break it down for you.” Zeke set his coffee and snack on the dirty table and grabbed a folding chair leaning on the wall then set it in front of jeane.

Jeane could smell tobacco and booze on his breath making the boy feel even worse.

“Now jeane. A conduit is someone who channels either a force of nature or sources of matter. You are a conduit and so is that bullheaded prick who knocked you around… regreatably. Now conduits are created when a ray sphere explosion kills a sizable amount of people and puts their life energy into the surivivors of the blast.”

“What is a ray sphere?”

“Big government project. Was supposed to make super soldiers and government police. It was supposed to be a top secret project but apparently this one was stolen from under uncle sams nose. Officially It was decommissioned a year ago but you know how the government is.”

He talked so jovially about a grand conspiracy invovling the government and super powered beings.The boy couldn’t believe a man like him could exist.

“How do you know all this… mr. dunbar.”

“Its zeke kid. Mr. dunbar was my father… I mean he might have been, I never met him… forget I said anything.”

Jeane chuckled, surprised that he could laugh right now. The man was obviously of good humor even if he lacked In common sense.

“I like you kid. Anyone who laughs at my jokes is a okay in my book.”

“Mr. Zeke. How many other conduits are there?”

Zeke shook his head. “Hard to say but id guess at least a dozen. Over 2000 people died in that blast and all that energy would make anyone who survived the blast a conduit. I hope they arent all maniacs though that would draw too much attention and the Dups would be all over this place… if they arent on their way already.”

“Zeke, why did you save me?”

Zeke rubbed the back of his neck and turned his gaze from jeane. “Short answer you look like you needed a hand. Long answer I really need conduit help andyour the only one ive met who would listen to my plea.”

Jeane moved sat up taking the cover off his body and sat near the edge of his bed. The boy turns  met zekes eyes and found him to be desperate.

“I know I cant force you and I wouldnt even if I could but a lot of people are gonna suffer unless we do something about it.” Zeke pleaded, if he had a hat he would probably place it to his chest in hand.

“What can I do to help?” No fear was behind jeanes voice which was strange as the normally timid boy thought he would run far away upon hearing of this mans plea. But all he felt was pity for the man. He knew that he could play victim or abuse his powers. He could tell the man where he can take his plea or admit that he is just a kid and cant do anything. But something deep inside of jeane pushed all those thoughts aside.

A hero is someone who saves anyone even if it means that the hero’s life will end. The boy thought of the speech from the mare do well comic and it gave him strength.

Zeke rubbed a tear from his eye. “thanks kid.” Zeke clapped his hands together and sat up with a vigorous jump. He let out a victorious yell.

“Alright we are back in business kid. You just made an old yet virile mans day.” Zeke wrapped himself around jeane.

“So where do we start?”

Zeke smiled. “Met me at rich’s bar and grill  on firday and we will begin your real training.”
> Parkour
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jeane jogged down the street breathing steadily.

I need to be In top shape for mr. dunbars. The  boy had let himself rest doing basics excerises and stretches to avoid  any problems from his wounds. He healed himself faster then last time  and he felt better but you couldn't take chances.

Jeane saw rich cafe in the distance. Coming to a crosswalk he pressed the button and jogged in place.

Im gonna get a real trainer, next time I see iron will im gonna beat him. Jeane  could hardly believe that h fought and survived a real super power  battle but he loved the fact that he had survived but didn't like that  he could hardly do anything.

The light turned green for jeane to  walk and crossed the street. He was about five minutes early and the boy  decided to enter the cafe as he had a light breakfast.

He saw mr. dunbar sitting in the corner a plate of scones in front of him and a black bottle in his hand.

Jeane walked up to him. "im ready to learn Mr. dunbar… I mean zeke." Jeane corrected himself.

The boy could smell alchohol on him. "Are you getting drunk."

Zeke  finished his beer and then shook his head. "just one beer, keeps my  senses at peak form which im gonna need since I don't have super powers  and I need to train you in my conduit fighting style."

conduit fighting style? The  boy shook his head at the thought. How could zeke have a fighting style  for conduits if the explosion only happened last month and how did he  know so much about condit lore.

Jeane decided not to question the  man who would help him fight a dangerous conduit looking for a bride or  multiple brides if he knew iron will.

"Alright let me finish my scones and we can begin." Zeke said. "Join me if you please."

Jeane did so and had one of the scones and noticed they were his favorite flavor blueberry.

"Like him, blueberry's my favorite… its a classic."

"It's my favorite too."

Zeke let out a chuckle. "I knew you were a man of good taste when I first fished out from under that bridge."

The boy nodded his head and felt warm around zeke.

"So rich boy you ready to get to work." Zeke rose from the chair and reached his hand out to jeane.

Jeane nodded his head and took his mentors hand as they exited the restaurant.

"Alright RB, first things first, lets get to stretching." zeke instructed leaning down and touching his toes.

Jeane did the same knowing it is common before and after workout to stretch for a few minutes.

"So zeke,what is todays training?"

Zeke clicked his tongue and pointed down the street. "We are gonna make it from one end of this city to the next."

"so like a marathon?"

"Kinda, tell me what you know about parkour."

Jeane scratched his head. "very little." he had watched people do it on the internet a couple times but he never saw it as safe.

"well  your gonna learn a lot today. First rule of parkour, never lose  momentum, and the second rule is let your instincts and senses do the  thinking. Don't let your brain slow you down." Zeke instructed taking a  runners stance.

Jeane did the same and gulped.

"Let's go!" zeke shot forward, surprisingly for a heavyset individual the man was fast.

Jeane  followed close behind the man and for the first few minutes it was all  good then zeke came to a gutter and without hesitation leapt up and  grabbed the gutter scaling it quickly for the building.

Jeane did the same but his grip was lose and he fell on his back.

The boy groaned as he looked up to see zeke already on the roof. "Come on kid, you gotta get back up after being knocked down."

Jeane  nodded his head then walked away for a few feet then returned to his  runner stance and sprinted. Using his conduit powers he lifted himself  slightly and grabbed the gutter, lightening his density so he can climb  faster.

Once he reached the roof he saw zeke already on the next  building and running. The boy followed close behind leaping over using  his powers to lessen the fall as he ran faster and then jumped so his  hand to grab the gutter of another building catching up to zeke.

"Yeah,  now you got it. I knew you was a natural." he exclaimed as he ran  across the field and leapt into an open window a office building.

Jeane  followed close behind and used his magic to lighten him as he reaches  to grab the window but falls short. Before jeane could descend he felt a  hand grab him. Looking up he sees zeke straining to hold him up.

"I gotcha Kid, use your powers to lighten yourself so I can pull you up."

Jeane  did so and he was brought into the building. He saw cubicles around him  but noticed they were empty. Jeane knew some offices weren't open on  weekends so he was lucky that all they might have to deal with is office  workers.

"Alright lets take a break, have to say im sure glad you  have those powers because im not as spry as I was when I was kid." Zeke  spoke through bated breath.

Jeane leaned against the wall taking a  huge breath. He could hardly believe how fast his heart was pumping.  The boy would never be able to do this without his powers.

The two picked themselves up and then did several more stretches.

"Alright we are a quarter-finished with this. You ready for the hard part."

"Sure thing, Zeke."

Zeke smiled, running the down the cubicles to find a door.

The boy followed after him and saw they a huge stairwell.

Zeke was leapfrogging from one stair line to another descending with leaps.

Jeane  followed suit not using his powers and trying to build up his stamina.  The boy followed after seek until his legs hurt when they reached the  bottom of the building and jumped out of the first story window forming  into a ball.

The two continued this pace until they were halfway  there. Leaping over park benches, swinging off lamp posts, beating the  light by a hair.

Jeane could feel himself tire as he felt like he  woul collapse. The boy followed close behind his master but was losing  distance. Jeane could hardly believe and the boy followed after them and  felt his stomach in knots.

The boy was gonna collapse but then he  felt himself grow stronger as he felt the very earth under his feet  give him strength. The boy passed zeke in a blink reaching the edge of  the city first.

Zeke followed close with a smile. "woo-wee you  beat me with the last minute dash. That was you discovering your conduit  source and drawing from it… had to have been." Zeke yelled and yiped  with cheers.

The boy felt like he had all the energy in the world.  He smiled and then realized that zeke was right… he had his source…  gravity.

"Now that we know the source we can make a full regiment.  Meet me every weekend at 9 sharp at the cafe and we will train you up  good. We'll do parkour as usual but I have other stuff. Tommorrow for  example we are gonna study boxing."

"Boxing?"

"Yeah man,  your gonna need to know how to throw a punch. Particularly a punch added  by your source… I cant wait… its gonna be like old times."

Jeane couldn't help but feel proud of himself for his accomplishments. He raised his fist to the sky with a smile. I am gonna be a hero and iron will… I will bring you to justice.
> Fluttershy
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

the wind rustled through Jeane's hair, running down the street moving as quick as lightning. The boy couldn't help but smile.

Jeane  picked up more and more speed until he reached terminal velocity for a  normal person. He then took a huge leap which allowed him to bypass one  end of the street to the other. The boy stopped at the crosswalk dong  steps.

The boy smiled as he jogged in place waiting for the light to turn. Once it did he sped through.

Im not even tired after all that. Having super powers are awesome. The  boy toward an empty park bench and flipped over it. Not losing momentum  he stuck the landing then sprinted. He turned a corner by kicking the  face of stop sign then rolled into a ball before standing up to stretch.

Two  weeks of doing zekes regiment plus some extra training and im already  getting the hang of my new skills. It wont be too long before I see that  iron will again and I kick his butt.

Jeane had been training  with zeke on how to box even though they havent got into the ring yet.  The boy had done some shadow boxing and basic footwork excerises.

Time to test my blast control. Like  the rest of his powers jeane's blast had grown stronger as he aimed a  blast toward a tree branch over a bunch of bushes. He focused and aimed  perfectly cutting the branch with precision and no collateral damage as  it flew down with a thwack and a yelp.

"Oh god, im so sorry." the  boy ran to the bushes thinking it was kitten or something to see a  yellow skinned girl with pink hair and dressed in a blouse and skirt  with pink butterflies on it. Jeane couldn't help but blush as the two  met their eyes.

"Hey," he said softly.

The girl blushed back and hid her face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, i-i threw a rock and branch and didn't know you were under here." he blurted out embarrassed.

The girl smiled but didn't meet his eye.

"are you hurt? Do you need help?" Jeane asked worried she didn't like.

She shook her head.

"My name's jeane, what's yours?"

"Fluttershy," she whispered and if it wasnt for jeane's excellent hearing he would have missed.

"That's a pretty name."

She turned her head from him. "thank you."

"What  were you doing in the bushes fluttershy." Jeane asked then saw  something poke out of her back pack and it appeared to be a rabbit.

The boy smiled. He patted its head and it leaned into it. He scritched behind its ear and it foot began tapping.

Fluttershy giggled. "Angel likes you. He doesn't usually take to strangers."

"I love rabbits. They are so cute." Jeane admitted.

Fluttershy smiled. "I recognize you, your in my math class."

"Oh  yeah, your the girl sitting in the back like me." Jeane remembered her  as she sat two seats away from him and never said anything.

"why do you sit in the back?" Fluttershy asked.

"I don't like being in the front of any group." Jeane smiled at they left the bushes.

"I don't either."

"I guess we both like to be unseen."

fluttershy nodded. "I wish I was as good at math as you."

"I could tutor you. I mean if you wanted." Jeane felt himself grow nervous.

"It's a date… I mean not a date date… because… ah!" Fluttershy turned red faced.

The  boy smiled then he felt a disturbance. The boy jumped toward fluttershy  using his powers to leap out of the way as something crashed behind  him. The boy held fluttershy close to his chest and then turned to see  him… iron will.

Damn he must be here for a rematch. The boy turned his head to fluttershy. Can't risk anyone getting hurt while I fight this guy.

"fluttershy  I want you to run when I punch him." Jeane's voice was even. But the  boy felt his heart drop at the thought of fighting the man who dropped a  whole bridge on top of him.

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine  as long as you are safe." Jeane then placed her done and then turned  toward iron will who stared at the boy with a dark glare.

Fluttershy took a step back then ran.

"I came for you… there is no escaping your destiny." iron will threatened taking a step forward.

Jeane prepared to fight when iron will leapt over his head and then landed in front of fluttershy who fell on her back.

"why  you are the prettiest young thing I've ever seen why don't you go on a  date with iron will." he said grabbing her hand and lifting her up to  face the seven foot tall man.

Fluttershy squeaked nervously as she tried to free herself. "um, please, um, let me go, please."

"Oh come on don't be frigid… you know you couldn't do better then a handsome bull like me." he flexed making fluttershy wince.

"Your hurting me, please let go." she begged tears in her eye.

"I'll let you go after you agree to go on a date with me." he said smirking.

"or  when I knock you on your ass." Jeane yelled storming toward the man. He  felt the pressure of the gravity around him shift with his emotion. All  former fear left him as he saw the strained face of the sweet  fluttershy.

Iron turned with a growl then looked down at the 5 foot even jeane. He raised an eyebrow "uh, do I know you kid?"

Jeane stopped with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Seriously?"

iron will shrugged his shoulder a confused look on his face.

"You dropped a bridge on me?"

"Doesn't  sound familiar to me. But I could total bring a bridge down on someone  with a flick on my pec… that means I can protect a fragile thing like  you… hows about a peck on the cheek." he leaned toward fluttershy who  winced.

"would you mind taking a mint. Your breath smells a little."

Iron will pursed his lips then turned to jeane. "did I see you in a bar… I feel like I know you. Care to give me a hint?"

"How's  about a tip instead. The bigger you are the harder you fall." Jeane  clenched his fist infusing it with heavier density while lowering  gravity around him so he can throw it fast.

"I don't see what that  has to do with-" Iron will felt the full force of jeanes fist making  him stumble and fall into he bushes throwing fluttershy in the air.

She cried out and whimpered as she covered her eyes and held angel to her chest.

Jeane used his powers to slow her fall and grab her. "You okay?"

She looked up at him and then hid her face in his chest and whimpered.

Iron will came out of the bushes then loomed over the small jeane.

Can't  risk her safety by fighting this dude and there are people in the  houses around here. Have to find a way to both get fluttershy out of  here then lure him outside the city limits where he can cut loose and  not hurt anyone.

"you little punk, you'll pay for striking me!" Iron will raised a forearm to crush jeane.

The  boy leapt back riding the wind aided by his powers to get out of the  way. The boy watched as iron smashed pavement on the road.

Fluttershy held him tighter and started crying.

"you won't escape."

Just then sirens blared and both conduits listened as the police got closer.

"Police,  I need to get out of here." Iron will turned his head to cops then back  at jeane. "This aint over little brat… I'll find you again and then  I'll smash you."

` Jeane held fluttershy close as the police arrived.

She sobbing into his chest and whimpered.

"It's  okay, fluttershy, I wont let anyone hurt you. I'm here, it's okay." he  said though he felt just as nervous he put on a strong front.

The  felt a disturbance and turned his head up to see a man across the street  dressed in a trenchcoat and shades watching him. The man stood there  until a car passed and he was gone. The boy frowned.

This bodes ill.
> Strength
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jeane finished his stretches quickly as he waited for zeke to get done with changing into his gym clothes.

The hole in the wall gym was dirty and had few patrons currently which was perfect as zeke was a fugitive. Jeane looked outside the dirty windows and to see a few passerbys but they all looked more like bums and poor people then the normal company jeane kept.

Zeke trotted toward the boy holding a half-eaten candy bar in his hand and a can of cheap beer. The boy frowned at his mentors obvious weakness for liquor.

“Hey brother, got myself some protein booster.” he smoke with a mouthful of candy.

Jeane cringed but chose to not say anything about his mentors unprofessionalism. The boy then scanned the gym floor. They had been using this gym for the last three weeks and jeane was familiar with the heavy bag, the speed bag, and the boxing ring in the center.

“Alright brother, it’s time to do a new extreme strength training routine that will make you a dynamo of muscle.” zeke exclaimed in an extravagant manner.

Jeane cracked his neck. He had noticed that his body had toned itself from his former pasty weakling build and he had started packing on muscle. Not enough to be huge but enough to be noticable. The boy had also cut out most sweets in his diet to help his training.

“why strength training specifically, zeke.” Jeane asked, when he started his training he wouldnt dare question zeke when he was trying to help him or any adult for that manner. But now that he knew what kinda person Zeke was… he had his doubts on his competence.

“well brother, we’ve establised your powers are gravity based.”

‘That is correct.”

“Gravity works off weight doesn’t it.”

“It affects weight yes.”

“Well if we build up your strength and muscles you’ll be able to better control your powers and up you power output tenfold.”

were does he get his measurements. I highly doubt he will give me his work out plan. The boy shook his head. He would be lying if he said zeke’s training didn’t provide results but he just wished zeke was a better mentor… someone more like the guys in the comics.

“let’s get this started Zeke.”

Zeke laughed and nodded his head. “Alright brother, let’s start this nice and easy. One hundred push-ups go!”

the boy paused with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

zeke pointed finger guns. “Come on brother, you want to get stronger don’tcha. Then you gotta put in the hours.”

“One hundred push-ups seems a little excessive.” jeane rubbed the back of his neck.

Zeke slapped the boys arm with a playful chuckle. “Come on Brother, you doubt yourself now and you’ll never be as great as your supposed to be.”

Jeane gulped. “Okay.”

The boy fell down face first then slammed his arm on the ground and pointed his toes against the dirty floor. The boy lifted himself up and down repeatedly. He started off strong getting well into the double digits for his push ups.

But, complications started when he got close to forty. He felt his muscles strain as his arms began to shook.

“Doing great brother. You’re doing awesome.” Zeke cheered on, trying his best to sound motivating while finishing his beer. “Oop, need a refill and I’m getting kinda hungry, brb, keep up the good work.”

Irritated jeane continued as best he could. The boy fell on his face. Growling to himself.

The boy couldn’t move his body, it hurt to even breath but the boy rolled onto his back hardly able to breath.

The boy began trying to draw strength from the gravity around him to heal himself. The boy breathed in and out slowly then felt the pain ease.

The boy rolled himself back to his belly then slowly supported himself get up. The boy rolled his shouldered and by the time he was back to feet zeke was coming in from the vending machine with six cans of beer and a grocery bag full of snacks.

Jeane gave him an offended look. “seriously?”

Zeke was chewing what jeane assumed to be a candy bar by the brown goop on his lips. “What?” he asked his mouth full. “You gotta carboload. You want some?”

Jeane rolled his eyes and then took a seat on the work out bench.

“So how was your first hundred push-ups?” Zeke asked excited.

“I got to fifty then my body gave out on me.”

“Huh, that doesn’t seem right. Alright we’ll work up to 100. now I’d like you to do 100 sit ups. Take a five minute break and then get to it.” zeke instructed, popping the tag of his beer can and then took a sip.

Jeane grumbled to himself, lowering to the ground on his back and then doing his situps. His body was still sore from the push-ups but he did it up to 30 sit ups before his back started to sprain, the boy jumped up and then rubbed his sore back.

“Yo, you okay brother?” zeke asked finishing his current sip.

Jeane shook his head. “this work out is unrealistic zeke. What the hell are you putting me through.”

Zeke put his beer down then went to check on jeane. “Here, began channeling your source to heal and I’ll get a couple heat packs from the machine.” the man walked away leaving jeane feeling sick.

This guy Is gonna kill me. Did I make a mistake in choosing him to train me. Jeane liked zeke but he seemed more cartoony the more time he spent with him.

Jeane sat down on the workout bench and began channeling. The boy breathed in and out then focused on his sore back.

Once again jeane felt himself grow better but now he felt lighter in the area. He decided to test it by jumping. When he did he jumped and hovered in the air for a second before slowly descending like this was the moon.

Okay the amount of gravity that I can draw from Is limited. If I draw too much then we turn the area into the moon or worse. The boy did a few more bounces before the gravity adjusted. He sighed thanking god that this change wasnt permanent.

Zeke finally did come with three heats packs, another can of beer and a candy bar.

Why does he eat so much. How can he eat so much and how isn’t he shitfaced if he drink so much.

	“alright brother let’s get these pads on your back and arms.” he instructed pressing the pads to jeanes back while the boy held one to his arms. The heat eased him easily and felt relaxing.

The boy cricked his neck and after he was feeling better.

“What next?” He asked wanting to actually get something done today.

“One kilometer run around the gym… come on, now… let’s go, woo!” the man exclaimed, but jeane had had enough.

The boy just looked at the cheering zeke and shook his head.

“What’s with the look kid? Come on we got muscle to build.”

“Look zeke,” Jeane began, trying to be patient through his irritation. “Where exactly did you get this work out plan from?”

The man scratched his head as if thinking. “Oh yeah brother, I got it from an… anime.”

Breaking glass echoed in Jeane’s head.

“an anime… an anime!” Jeane leapt to his feet. Lunging at the man and grabbing him by the collar. “You put me through all that and it isn’t even a real work-out plan!”

Zeke backed away slowly raising his hands defensively.

The boy was furious, his nostrils flared at how foolish zeke was.

“I’m sorry jeane, I thought you could handle it.”

“what makes you think you know what I can handle!?” he exclaimed walking past zeke to the locker room.

“Where you going brother?”

“I’m grabbing my clothes and then going home. You’re an idiot and you don’t know how to train anyone. Good-bye zeke.” Jeane entered the locker room and the rank smell of beer hit his nostrils, bridging his nose, jeane powered through to his locker.

as soon as the man was out of sight, Jeane realized how harsh he was. The boy would have to apoligize if he saw zeke agai.

A knock on the lockers and jeane turned his head to see zeke sheepishly standing in the entrance.

“Look zeke, I’m sorry for what I said, it was uncalled for.”

“No I’m sorry, you’re right. I don’t know how to train conduits. But understand that I do want you to be the hero you were meant to be… but I can’t do it like this.”

“If I look up actual work-out plans. Will you help me follow them and promise not to do anything ridiculous again.”

Zeke nodded his head, “Scouts honor.”

“Then let’s go we have work to do? By the way I’d like one of your candy bars, if you don’t mind.”

A wide smile came easily to zeke as he slapped the boys arm, “You got it brother, how’s about after the sess we have a couple brewskis.”

“I’m 16 zeke.”

Zeke flushed, “Oh that’s role, my bad kid.”

Both men walked arm in arm out of the locker room, laughing as their friendship became renewed.