Maximilian

Chapter Three: Key to The Impossible

A bit headstrong? I've been called a lot of crude names- jerk, stupid head, fart face, butt-cheek, everything under the sun that was appropriate for fifth grade and under. If you didn't now, headstrong basically means you're disrespectful. I know I sound stupid ranting on about this- but writing is my venting place. Get used to it. Plus, the printer isn't too stocked up on paper.

But me, disrespectful? No one has ever called me that before- not even my parents when I misbehaved. It just bothered me, is all. New things tend to weird me out, especially when someone got a new hairdo or changed their clothing style. Change is scary. But little did I know-- everything was about to change. Was it for better or worse?

That's for you to decide.

"Welcome to your first day of Power Training. As you may know my name is Clark Kent, better known as Superman. You are all very lucky, seeing as you will be having me as your homeroom teacher..."

Not much time had passed since I ran up to the rooftop to think, I tended to do that a lot. I'd like to think I would have been a philosopher in ancient Greek times which sounds stupid when you think about it. I was a foolish, wisecracking, selfless, and apparently headstrong young super- what did I know?  

As you could tell, I had Power Training with the all mighty Superman for my homeroom class. I was super excited for this class, seeing as I loved the feeling of when I ran. Running normal is hard, especially for me. I've gone to non-super school my whole life, and whenever it came to gym-- it was really a win lose for me.

Sure, I loved physical education. Running, push-ups, curl-ups, laps around a track? You know I'm all over it. But the bad part was running. I know it may sound confusing, that's because it is. When I'm around my non-super friends, or any non-supers, I can't use my super-speed at all. It literally risks it all.

"Hey, hey you!" A sharp whisper broke me from thinking, something not most people could pull off unless I really wasn't thinking too hard. The kid made his was over to me, weaving his way through the crowd of students. 

His curly brown hair bounced as his feet met the earth, moving faster with each step. Webbing like a spider's seemed to be stuck on the bottom of the shoe- making it look like he had roasted marshmallows and accidentally stepped on them. But it was probably the marshmallow thing.

"You're Max Allen, right?" The boy asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"Uh, yeah, that's me. Why?"

"Good. My name's Blake Kyle, Catwoman's son. I know it might be weird, the whole me coming up to you in class thing, but I wanted to talk to you about something. It's really important."

"Okay.. what?"

"You're going to find this thing- this uh.. bracelet looking thing. I can't exactly say what it really is because that'd give the whole thing away. It's going to cause some.. interesting.. things to happen. So, be warned." He whispered, pointing a finger at my legs.

"How am I supposed to believe you? My dad's Barry Allen, meaning I've been to multiple earths in the time I've been alive. I know people like you, coming onto different earths and presenting yourself as someone you're not. Then, you work your way- in this case like a spider- through the people that are close to me and start planning your master evil plan."

Blake sighed, biting his lip. "No, it's nothing like that. I'm here to warn you about a problem that will actually affect the start of your superhero career. How do I know this? I know you're not going to believe me, but I just know. You seem like a smart person- so I won't expect you to believe me now. But remember that you've been warned, Max. You can come crying to me when you've figured out what I mean."