by the late 21st century technology and security have reached all new heights. Many diseases cured, hunger cut in half, and poverty several decreased. Of course all the success doesn't come without a price, or consequences. petty thugs are limited, but crime bosses, and heists are still rampant. With all the advances it has created more capable criminals, genetic engineering along with banned human experiments on mutation, have created new breeds of crime. There was only one for the people to fight. do it themselves. Like comic books come to life super heroes started to pop up to fight. Keeping the horrors of the night at bay.....




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Black lightning by *Mezamero on deviantART (original pic)
Top part of his shirt is fitted and sleeves goes to his wrists. a simple black hooded mask.

Name: Alex Straysen
super name: Black Bolt
Powers: Wields a dark lightning from his hands (if you ever played infamous that is a good example)
Personality: At school he is shy and reserved. he rarely speaks and seems more like a puppet then a person. One wonders why he went to this large college in the city. The local college bullies seem to make it a goal to try and make him crack as a challenge. He takes it all and goes on like nothing ever happens. He is a student of physics.

Name: Rebecca (Bek or Bekka) Bradley
Bekka is a popular girl, her first year in college, people seem drawn to her sweet personality and good looks. Her home life is a different story. Her mother died when she was five, leaving her with an angy alcoholic dad. They fight often, causing her to run away, sometimes for days at a time. She's got a part time job at a local cafe but dreams of leaving this life behind her.

Alex gazed impassively at his back bag. He really was the one to blame for leaving it at the school cafe table while going to get a refill of his drink. the only surprising thing was how much damage they were able to do in that amount of time.

Quick scribbles had been hastily drawn in permanent marker, and his bag was open, his books and paper strewn everywhere, including in a pool of ketchup. He looked up and sure enough there were some large guys snickering down the hallway, the leader giving a high five to one of the others. That would be Joe Terringer, the lead wrestler at the university. He of course had gotten in on a scholarship. Not that he needed it, his parents were loaded. It seemed his mission to try and get him to crack. If only they knew that he wasn't as defenseless as he appeared to be. most would have reacted but to his circumstances he felt it would be an unfair advantage if he did. the jock was better off not knowing, just how bad it could be, if the boy finally did 'crack'.

He began to pick up his things leaving the hopelessly stained ketchup pages last. He didn't even let out a sigh to show his annoyance. It wouldn't do any good, and he would be able to vent it all out later that night anyway. In a more positive way.

Bekka shook her head at Joe as he high fived his friend. She was tired of the way Joe treated that boy, what was his name again, Alen? Alton? Alex! It wasn't fair, that boy didn't deserve those things and she felt badly for him. Giving Joe an angry scowl she snapped at him, "You should leave that boy alone, you're being a bully and it's disgusting." Bekka began towards Alex to help him pick up his things but Joe grabbed her arm. "Bek if you so much as go near that nerd, I'll ruin you."

Bekka jerked her arm away as she looked down the hall towards Alex. It was unfair, the poor boy. But she turned her back to him and walked away as Joe had instructed. She sighed as she tried to push the thoughts from her mind. It was time for her physics class. She had just transfered to the class and today was her first day. She was stressed out because she had already missed a week and would need a lot of help to catch up.

Walking into the class she found an empty lab table and sat waiting for class to begin. It was cold in the class room as she felt goosebumps climb up her unclothed leg. Her mini skirt wasn't going to be much help in Physics 101 apparently. Sighing again she layed her head on the table, it had been a long night. Her father had come home again at two in the morning, yelling and throwing things around... her thoughts drifted away as her eyes closed and she slipped into a light sleep.

He finished cleaning up, glancing at the noise coming towards the jocks. Some girl seemed to be yelling at them. he paused briefly watching what she would do. In the end he saw her walk off. He didn't really mind. What was a girl going to do against such large guys. He was a little dissapointed, but he decided he was still impressed that she had tried. He didn't really want anyone to get involved with him anyway. At least that was what he told his brain.

He was the last to arrive at the physics class. He knew he was going to be late, so he hadn't bothered trying to rush over. Joe's little "prank" carried on. At least it wasn't high school. No detentions would be handed out at the least. he did get a slight pause and a scowl from the teacher however. He bobbed his head in an apology as he gazed around the room.

There was only one seat as he quietly walked in. A girl lay dozing or at least looked to be dozing in her seat. He wasn't sure if he should wake her or leave her be. He sat down next to her, pulling out his chair, and placing the bag against one of the table legs.

Someone had approached and scooted out the chair next to Bekka. She opened her eyes lazily to see the boy that Joe had been picking on earlier. Her eyes widened a little as she sat up to look at him. She stared for a moment before introducing herself, "Hi, I'm Rebecca," she smiled, "I guess we're going to be lab partners," she said.

She wanted to apologize to him for what Joe had done, but she already knew he was going to be angry to find out that Alex was her lab partner. Bekka was still staring at him with her bright ocean blue eyes, wondering what else she should say. She was compelled to befriend Alex and be nice to him since it seemed no one else would. She offered another smile before it quickly faded upon her remembering how far behind she already was in the class.

The professor interupted her thoughts to introduce her to the class. Most people already knew who she was, she was Joe Terringer's trophy girlfriend. She waved to everyone before turning back to Alex as the professor began to hand out last weeks test scores. He set Alex's down on the table in front of them. A+. Bekka had a great idea! She looked to Alex again, "Hey, you can totally say no, if you want," she started, "But, do you think we could get together, and I could copy your class notes, and maybe get filled in on the lesson?" She was smiling again, almost embarrassed to be asking, but she was a week behind, and Physics was her worst subject. She was going to need a lot of help from someone who understood it.

When the girl woke at his sound, she noticed it was the same girl who had been shouting earlier. He wondered if fate or just ill luck that they were now sitting together. Which in respect meant they were now lab partners. It was the general rule in the class, you sat next to who you worked with. Not that they didn't have assigned seats here at college, but old habits die hard and assigned seating was the norm from kindergarten to high school.

He nodded at the girl politely, storing her name away for further use. he almost put out a hand to shake but left it at his side with a little jerk.

"Alex, Alex Straysen. " He replied simply. no smile, no frown, just his even poker face. He turned his attention back toward the front, the teacher introducing the girl to the rest of the class. He wondered why she was starting the class a week late. she didn't seem the type to want to take physics. he wondered what major she was going for that it required it for her curriculum. he was just starting to list options, when he received his test paper. another perfect score. It wasn't all that hard. He studied easily whe3never he wasn't out on his "business". things came easily when they were intellectual in aspect.

He looked over when the girl addressed him. He thought she was pleasing to the eye. Long wavy and yet delicate light brown hair. Deep blue eyes like a clear sky. It was like freedom compared to his endless deep black eyes. It was no wonder she was on name bases with the popular Joe. He thought he remembered hearing more, girlfriend perhaps? He wasn't sure.

He had to pull himself back from his thoughts when she started speaking. A simple request was being asked. The girl wanted to borrow his notes from class. He didn't really want to get together with her, but he didn't have all his notes from class on him. Then again it wasn't like a date. Handing off notes seemed harmless enough. It only bothered him since it was the first time anyone at the school had asked him for anything. Usually he didn't even have a seat partner.

"I suppose that would be fine. When do you want them? I need to get my other notebook from my dormitory."

Bekka smiled, "It's nice to finally meet you Alex," she said. She thought for a moment about her schedule before answering him. This was her last class for the day but if she sat here a second longer after class, she'd be late for her job at the cafe. She frowned in thought. "Well, I have to be at work right after class. I'm working at the small cafe right off campus, but I don't get off until late tonight. I have a thirty minute break at seven o'clock, if you'd be willing to meet up with me there, coffee on me," she said smiling, hoping he would accept her offer so that she wouldn't fail this class.

Bekka felt bad asking him to meet her, but she didn't see any other way. She had to work until midnight and then be home before her father became livid at her absence, and then be up bright and early at six a.m. to do it all over again. She thought about offering to just follow him to his dorm, but if she was late one more time this month she would certainly lose her job. If she lost her job she wouldn't be able to afford her student loans, and the notes would have been pointless anyway. She was beginning to stress as she felt her shoulders tensing while she waited for his response.

He nodded. seven o clock would be just early enough that he could stop by on his way to patrols.

"that will do fine." he said passively. The girl would need the notes. the fact that it had only been a week and he couldn't[t carry all his notes in his bag prove4d it. The professor put out so much information, all vital to tests. It was his second time taking a class from this particular professor. He being in his second term.

He then turned his attention back to the professor. He was writing a few formulas on the board based on trajectories. Nothing much new to him, but the teacher did have a few different ways of handling the data he hadn't seen before. He opened his bag, rooting for a pencil and a notebook. The corner slightly red and damp from the ketchup.

The professor began teaching and Bekka faced forward to pay attention. She heard Alex shuffling through his bag and place some papers on their table, but she kept her attention on the professor, she was already behind and desperately needed to hear every word he said.

The class was almost over as Bekka's hand began to hurt from so much note taking. She would need to use her next paycheck towards buying a laptop, she thought. It was her first year in college and as she looked around there didn't appear to be many students, who weren't freshmen, without laptops. Glancing over to Alex she noticed a ketchup stain on the corner of his notebook. Feeling bad, she opened her mouth to apologize for Joe's behavior when the professor annonced the end of class. Bekka looked down at her watch, class had run over the expected time!

Standing quickly, she grabbed her books and turned to rush out of the lab shouting over her shoulder to Alex, "See you at seven Alex!"

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It was six thirty, and Bekka had been on her feet waiting tables since three o'clock. Her long hair was pulled back in a loose braid, her pink waitress' dress short, her apron black, stuffed with straws, pens and her order pad. She sighed wishing it was time for her break already, her feet felt horrible and the cafe had been busy with students headed there to study after classes. They were short staffed, which was good for Bekka. Generally she worked part time, but this gave her an opportunity to get in some more hours.

Alex had finished studying, it had only taken a few hours to get through all of his homework, plus his daily studying. He had a good memory, and for school it came in real handy. It allowed him to keep up with his studies, even when his "work", kept him busy. He had a n hour before he was to meet up with his class mate. It was a s good as any time to go out and practice his skills.

He reached in to the back of the closet, a locked box that was kept in a hard to reach nitch at the bottom lay under a wooly blanket. Once gotten he quickly unlocked the case and grabbed the few items stored within. A rather unique outfit was the main item. He pulled that out taking a glance to make sure his shutters on his small dorm window was securely closed. Alex stripped putting on the skin tight shirt, the black rubber like pants and the bright red tie scarf. He then threw back on his jeans and black t-shirt. The other item in the box, was a tough looking bag that fitted to his back with a few straps. He slipped that on as well, grabing his keys to leave the room. Locking he quickly made his way out into the darkening evening. the sun was setting, the light in all kinds of hues mixing with long shadows.

There happened to be a nice little alleway behind the Cafe. He had knocked out a drug dealer there a few weeks back so he was familiar with it. He leaned back against the alleyway brick wall, his hands held out in front of him as if grabbing an invisible basketball. Concentrating he forced the energy to arc between his hands. Strange stat-icky bands of shadow and light danced between his fingers. he forced it to become narrow, then large, working out different ways he could shape it. working on control. A few beads of sweat speckled his brow as he practiced with his "dark lightning".

Finally the cafe was slowing down a little bit. It was almost seven o'clock and Alex would be there shortly and Bekka would take her break so that he could fill her in on what she'd missed out on in class. Alex really was a kind guy, and rather handsome she thought too.

Making her way to the kitchen she gathered the black plastic sides of the trash bag that was stuffed full beside the walk-in freezer. Pulling hard, the bag slipped out of the plastic trash pail. It was her last chance to take the trash out before her break. Bekka made her way to the back door and kicked it open with her foot, stepping into the alley with the heavy sack of trash in her hands.

All the while The Black Bolt was in the alley behind the cafe he was being watched. A villian, who called himself The Crusher, was furiously planning his attack. Alex had put an end to his evil doing some time ago, and he had spent the last few years perfecting a disguise and other gadgets to help him fight well. His plan was to kill Alex tonight, and anyone who stood in his way. He only wished he knew The Black Bolt's true identity so he could make his family and friends suffer too.

As Bekka pushed the door open and stepped out into the alley she saw a dark figure with what seemed to be electricity flowing between his hands. Was that The Black Bolt? What was he doing here? Just then, The Crusher leaped from the building down into the alley with a large thud, breaking the pavement as he landed. Bekka dropped the trashbag as the door to the cafe closed behind her. Damn, she was locked out now.

The Crusher looked at her and then to The Black Bolt, smiling evily as he spoke to them in a deep and raspy voice. "I am The Crusher and I am here to destroy you Black Bolt! You will rue the day you foiled my plans for world domination, I will kill you!" With that he lunged at him, knocking him into the building across the alley from the cafe, brick and debris falling around him.