Chapter 1

Origins

The Day of Reckoning

The sky was pitch black in the land of ancient pharaohs. It was so dark that the stars couldn't be seen. The sky looked like an abyss, void of the beauty that usually inspired hope to those who gazed upon it. Now it inspired fear.

On the ground, on the sands of Giza, lay the unconscious bodies of most of the earth's forces. They were drained from battle. Above them in the air, two individuals were in the middle of a battle that held the fate of the earth.

They moved so fast that the human eye couldn't catch a glimpse of them. Shockwaves echoed across the sky signaling their clash.

I was once told that the life of a hero is a tragic one. At the time, I didn't understand what that meant.

The two individuals stopped and stood across from each other, floating in the air.

On the left was a man dressed in gold and black armor. It was somewhat damaged, a missing shoulder piece and a few cracks here and there, the signs of battle were clear on the once majestic armor that was created by the gods themselves. The man inside the armor was breathing heavily from fatigue.

I always thought being a hero would be fun, like in comic books. Beat up bad guys, rescue the damsel, save the day, and all that corny bullshit.

On the right was a man with red eyes and a highly advanced cybernetic body. He was also breathing heavily but the fatigue left him rather quickly.

Being a hero, in REAL LIFE...its hell...it brings nothing but misery the farther you go. The more good you try to do the more painful your journey is. I've had my fill of pain, and yet nothing from my past hurts as much as what I have to deal with now.

"Do you see the futility of your actions boy? You've accomplished nothing" The cybernetic man spoke with confidence.

En Sabah Nur, the first one they called him. He was a pharaoh 5000 years ago, supposedly the first mutant, hence his name. His power was unmatched by any who tried to face him. Until I showed up.

The man in the armor caught his breath, "I destroyed your machine, without it you can't do anything"

"Your foolish pride has blinded you boy, I need only rebuild it. Which means if you can't kill me, you can't stop me" En Sabah Nur said.

And that was my problem. He was my equal in power, and he could heal from whatever I threw at him. I'm in a similar position except my energy isn't infinite like his, given time he'll gain the upper hand and take me out. The outcome was inevitable, and it hurt beyond anything I've ever felt. And trust me, you don't know the kind of shit I've been through, at least not yet.

"I'll find a way" the man in the armor tried to stay positive.

I'll give myself credit for being too stupid to give up but still, this hurt. After everything I've been through...the people I've lost...the horrors I've had to witness...it all lead up to this moment. To my ultimate failure. I let down my friends, my allies, and the people of earth. They were counting on me, and there's nothing I can do to stop what's coming.

As I realize the depth of my situation my mind travels back to how this all started…

Present day in Alberta, Canada

Dean sat hunched over inside a locker room. He had black hair that was nicely combed back and electric blue eyes. He wore black sweatpants and a hoodie with the hood covering his face.

He heard the roar of the crowd from outside. The sound used to make him nervous but now it fueled his inner fire.

You're probably wondering what I'm doing here. A brief trip down memory lane will fix that.

Dean instinctively put his earphones in his ears and played some music to help him focus.

He picked a suitable song. Hit the floor, by Linkin Park.

{There are just too many times that people have tried to look inside of me
Wondering what I think of you and I protect you out of courtesy
Too many times that I've held on what I needed to push away
Afraid to say what was on my mind afraid to say what I need to say}

7 years ago

Dean's father, Eli, went with Dean to room his room to have a little talk with him.

Eli was a decorated war veteran. He served his country in the marine corps and was given the medal of honor. In his prime he was an excellent fighter, a true master of hand to hand combat. Even though he was nowhere near his prime he was still one tough old man.

Dean had a black eye and looked a little roughed up.

Eli knelt down so he was eye to eye with Dean, "Now son, tell me what happened" he was involved in a small incident at school.

"I don't wanna talk about it" Dean said staring at the floor, not exactly forthcoming.

Eli lifted his chin up, "C'mon kid you know you can tell me anything" he said in a soft voice to get him to open up.

Dean looked hesitant but gave in, "I…I got into a fight" he looked nervous already.

Eli smirked. That was obvious to him but he needed the boy to admit it, "Ok, how did it start?" he asked nudging him to continue.

"This big kid Doug, he was being mean to one of my classmates" Dean said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Uh huh, and then?" Eli asked.

"I told him to back off and that's when he hit me" Dean said wincing as he remembered how it felt to be punched.

"Who won the fight?" Eli asked curiously.

Dean remained silent, he was too embarrassed to answer.

"I'm going to guess that he did, right?" Eli assumed.

Dean nodded as his eyes teared from the shame.

"Hey it's ok" Eli wiped Dean's tears off his cheek, "It's not your fault" he said sincerely.

"Yeah it is, I wasn't strong enough. I wish I was strong like you" Dean said. His father was his hero, he admired everything about him.

"There was a time that I was small, just like you" Eli said with a smile.

"Really?" Dean asked looking up at him.

"Yeah. Once upon a time I was in your shoes with a bigger kid picking on me. So I'm going to tell you the same thing that my dad told me. He told me that just because the bigger guy is stronger doesn't mean he can't get his ass kicked. Strength doesn't decide a fight, skill and determination do" Eli said.

Dean listened to his father's words carefully. Taking the lesson to heart, "Dad, I want you to teach me how to fight"

His father looked surprised, "You sure? Your mother might not like that"

"I don't care what I have to do, I wanna be the best" Dean said.

"To be the best you have to train, every day. Are you willing to do that?" Eli asked.

"Yes" Dean said proudly.

Eli looked in his 8 year old son's eyes and saw something change in him that day.

{Too many things that you said about me when I'm not around
You think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down
But I've had too many standoffs with you it's about
As much as I can stand so I'm waiting until the upper hand is mine}

6 years ago

Dean hit the punching bag with his wrapped fists repeatedly. Eli, who was holding the bag from moving too much, could feel the intensity of the boy's punches.

Dean slowed down and stopped since he was out of breath.

Eli raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Why did you stop?"

"I'm tired" Dean said panting.

"So? You think your opponent is going to stop because you're tired?" Eli pushed the punching bag forward and knocked Dean on his back, "That's when he'll hit you with everything he's got"

Dean got up and saw the seriousness on his father's face. He wasn't mad, no he was just trying to teach him the severity of the lesson.

"When you're fighting you never stop until your opponent goes down, no matter how tired or hurt you are. You. Keep. On. Going" Eli said trying to motivate his son.

Dean heeded his father's words which motivated him to keep on punching the bag nonstop.

"That's it!" His father said proudly.

Dean put all his power into one punch and punched a hole in the bag.

Eli's eyes widened as he looked at the hole, "Whatever you do don't do that to me" he chuckled.

Dean laughed lightly.

{So many people like me put so much trust in all your lies
So concerned with what you think to just say what we feel inside
So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long
All I know is that all I want is to feel like I'm not stepped on}

5 years ago

Dean was on the playground at school, sitting by himself. He went to one of the best private schools in New York, due to his family being so rich.

Dean came from a wealthy family, the Nobili's. His grandfather, Gordon Nobili, was one of the heads of the five families. The five families were once New York's underground crime syndicate, a Mafia if you will.

Of course, Eli never told Dean any of this, he didn't want him thinking any less of his family heritage. But that didn't mean other kids in his school didn't know about it.

Two older kids approached Dean as he gazed at his silver cross that was given to him by Eli.

"Hey Nobili, where'd you get the bling?" the first one asked.

"My dad gave it to me" Dean said looking at it with pride.

"Let me see" the second one said as he leaned closer. He snatched the cross out of his hand, "Yeah I think this would look nice on me"

"Give me back my cross" Dean said calmly. He'd rather not fight, his father told him not to unless he had no choice.

"Why don't you ask your dad to buy you another one with your family's dirty money?" the first one said as he punched Dean in the face knocking him down.

Dean glared at the teens and clenched his fists, "My family doesn't have dirty money"

"Well my dad told me that old grandma of yours has been passing down drug money" the second one said and laughed.

Dean swept the second one's legs, tripping him, resulting in him falling on his back.

The first one threw a punch.

Dean caught the fist with ease and hit him with a right cross knocking him out cold. He then took his cross back and lifted the second one up from his shirt, "I don't wanna hear your mouth speak my family's name again"

He nodded and ran away.

As he ran Dean reflected on what just happened with some disbelief. That felt too easy. Shouldn't they have they been tougher since they were older?

{There are so many things you say that make me feel you crossed the line
What goes up will surely fall and I'm counting down the time
'Cause I've had so many standoffs with you it's about
As much as I can stand so I'm waiting until the upper hand is mine}

3 years ago

As Dean was exercising on his bench press he pondered on the mystery that continued to haunt him, which he surprisingly he kept it to himself. He honestly didn't know how to bring it up to his parents.

Take his current situation for example. He was currently lifting a total of 300 pounds, with minimal difficulty at that.

Dean didn't know why he could accomplish feats such as this, he was just different. At first when he was younger he thought he was stronger and faster because he exercised a lot. But in the last few years his natural abilities have begun to grow at an alarming rate.

It could be that his parents have been keeping something from him, and perhaps his silence is what hasn't pushed them to talk to him.

Dean placed the bar back in its place, not because he was tired, he felt the need to find some answers.

He searched for his parents, they must know something.

Dean found his mother, Agalia, in the kitchen.

"Mom" Dean said awkwardly.

"What is it sweetie?" Agalia asked with a smile as she prepared their dinner.

"Um….has there ever been anyone in our family that was….different?" Dean asked in a weird tone.

His mother looked confused, "I'm not sure what you mean"

Dean tried to think of a way to say this, "Mom, there's something wrong with me"

Agalia looked worried, "What is it?"

"You know what I'm talking about, why I'm strong and fast. That's not natural for a kid my age" Dean said desperately in need of an answer.

Agalia had a strange look on her face, like she didn't want to answer.

"Mom why am I different?" Dean asked her flat out, her silence was making him feel uneasy.

"I-I don't know" Agalia said stuttering.

Her tone didn't inspire confidence, "You wouldn't lie to me right?" Dean asked.

"Of course not" Agalia said. She only hoped she never had to tell him the truth.

{I know I'll never trust a single thing you say
You knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway
And all the lies have got you floating up above us all
But what goes up has got to fall}

5 months ago

Dean went to walk in the living room but heard voices inside.

"He's getting curious"

"What are we going to do?"

"We can't stop him from finding out, it's only a matter of time"

Dean kicked the doors off their hinges.

His parents were shocked to see him there.

"I knew you were hiding something from me!" Dean shouted angrily.

"We've told you a thousand times we don't know" Eli denied it with a concerned expression.

"Do you really expect me to believe that same shit you've been telling me for years?!" Dean shouted angrily.

"We expect you to believe what we tell you" Agalia said sternly, trying to keep him in check.

"I can't just blindly listen to you, not anymore. I want the truth!" Dean demanded.

"I can't do that, not yet" His father said reluctantly as if it wasn't his choice.

Dean wrapped his hand around his father's neck in a fit of rage, "Old man you better talk or so help me!" he threatened.

"No wait!" Agalia tried to stop him, "I'll tell you"

Dean dropped him, "Well?" he asked waiting for an explanation.

"I'm" Eli coughed, "Not your father"

The truth hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What? How? Why?" Dean started blurting out questions until he remembered the most important one, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to feel any different" Eli said.

"You lied to me! Of course that makes me feel different!" Dean shouted.

"We just wanted to protect you" Agalia pleaded.

"Protect me from what mom? Or are you even my mother? How can I trust anything you ever said?" Dean asked.

"We just wanted you to feel normal" Agalia said as her eyes teared.

"But I'm not! I'm anything but that" Dean said feeling conflicted, "I'm a freak of nature" he whispered.

"You have to believe that we just wanted what was best for you" Eli pleaded.

Dean felt confused, as far as what to believe, "You want me to trust you? Tell me who my father is" he demanded.

His so called parents looked at each other.

"We don't know" Agalia said with the same lying face she always used.

"Lies! ALL OF IT!" Dean ran out of the room.

Eli struggled to crawl towards the door and saw no sign of his adopted son, "What have we done?"

{One minute you're on top
Next you're not watch you drop
Making your heart stop
Just before you hit the floor
One minute you're on top
Next you're not missed a shot
Making you're heart stop
You think you've won and then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
Now it's all gone}

3 months ago

Dean traveled all the way to Alberta, Canada to distance himself. He got a ride from a trucker along the way, saved him from walking in the snow.

The trucker stopped by a town inn.

Dean hopped out of the vehicle and slung his backpack over his shoulder, "Thanks again"

"Don't mention it" The trucker said as he walked towards the inn.

Dean scanned the area. It was a small town in the middle of nowhere, perfect to hide out in. He spotted a building not too far away where there was a lot of commotion.

'Seems like a good place to start' Dean thought as he approached.

He entered the building. The inside was large enough to hold a large amount of people. It had a bar, a pool area, and in the far back was a cage where most of the people crowded around as they watched two guys duke it out.

Dean went to investigate. People cheered as the two muscular men beat the snot out of each other.

"Rip his fucking head off!" A person shouted.

One of the fighters was knocked out and the other was declared the winner. Some people booed and others cheered, 'People must bet money on this' Dean thought.

"What a match!" The announcer said.

The fighter walked out and collected his winnings.

'I need to find a way to get in that ring' Dean thought. If it was one thing he knew how to do well, it was kicking ass.

Dean approached the man handling the money, "Hey what would I need to do to get in the ring?"

The man sized him up from top to bottom, "There's a $100 entry fee"

Dean gave him the 100, "Here"

The man looked skeptical, "Aren't you a little young?"

Dean was about 5,11 and built like a linebacker but his face gave him away.

Dean frowned, of course. He gave him 200, "Make an exception"

The man shook his head, "Your funeral kid, here's your number"

Dean's number was 23, "Thank you, I'd also like to place a bet on me"

"Really?" The man said not believing his ears, "Fine your odds are 20 to 1. How much do you wanna bet?"

'Might as well bet the rest' "150" Dean said.

"Ok 150 on...wait, what do I call you?" The man asked.

Dean thought of a good alias, "The boy wonder"

The man facepalmed, "You've gotta be kidding" it sounded lame.

"Hey its original!" Dean said returning to the cage.

He dressed into his black sweatpants, watched a couple of fights, and waited patiently until his number was called.

"Numbers 23!" The announcer said.

Dean took off his shirt and stepped into the cage along with his opponent. He had an athletic body, more toned than the average teenager, but nothing to brag about.

His opponent however was very toned and had a slight size advantage. He wore blue jeans, was considerably muscular, and he had light brown hair.

"You know the rules, you're declared the winner when your opponent is rendered unconscious, gives up, or if he's no longer breathing!" The announcer said.

Dean doubts anyone would go as far as killing someone.

"On the left in the blue we have one of our regulars. Standing at 6,1 weighing in 225 pounds, Jack Hammer!"

Jack raised his hands in the air as the crowd cheered for him.

Dean felt a little nervous, he never fought in front of an audience before.

"And on the right in the black trunks we have a newbie. Height unknown, weight unknown. Age…" The announcer paused, "15? Holy shit he's going to get pounded! We have the…boy wonder?" the announcer said it weirdly.

The crowd booed.

"Is this a joke?" somebody from the crowd said.

"Hey kid why don't you get out of here before you get hurt" Jack said jumping from side to side practicing his footwork.

"I'll take my chances" Dean said entering his fighting stance.

"I'll do you a favor and make it quick" Jack said.

"Now let's get ready to rumble!" The announcer said. The bell rung signaling the start of the match.

Jack charged at Dean hoping to catch him by surprise.

"Oh what a start!" The announcer said.

Dean side stepped avoiding his opponent.

Jack turned around and started jabbing trying to hit Dean.

Dean dodged the punches as he moved carefully from side to side.

Jack threw a hook which Dean avoided by backing away but then his opponent hit him with an unexpected low kick.

Dean fell backwards from the unseen attack.

Jack jumped on top of Dean and started pounding the teenager with everything he had.

"This might be over before it even starts!" The announcer said.

Dean grabbed both of his opponent's hands and headbutted Jack knocking him off. He jumped to his feet and so did Jack at the same time.

Jack jabbed a couple of times trying to hit the boy.

Dean bobbed his head avoiding the attacks.

"You're quick kid I'll give you that" Jack said throwing a low kick.

Dean jumped over it and kicked Jack in the face knocking him down.

"What a move!" The announcer said.

Jack got back up with a bruise on his face, "Not bad" he said as he attacked again.

Jack punched Dean in the gut knocking the wind out of him and pulled his head down to collide with his knee.

Dean's nose broke and was left bleeding.

Jack went to hit him with an elbow but Dean ducked under it and came up with a powerful uppercut.

Jack staggered back from his slight dizziness.

Dean side kicked Jack in his midsection.

Jack grabbed his leg and threw him down. He then came down with an elbow that would have been devastating if Dean hadn't moved.

Jack hit the ground and Dean elbowed him in the back of the head. He then put Jack's arm in an arm bar.

Jack tried to shift from his position but Dean held him in place, "Tap out or I'll break it"

Jack threw his head back hitting Dean's and knocking him off. He got back on his feet and stretched out his arm.

A gash opened up on Dean's forehead. His chest was covered in his own blood from the gash and his broken nose, 'Damn these guys don't mess around'

Jack inched forward slowly closing the distance between them.

'Need to get him down' Dean thought. He threw a couple of jabs, trying to keep his distance from his opponent. A couple of his attacks hit their marks but it didn't stop him.

Jack tried a tornado kick but Dean ducked under it. He then followed up with a sweep that knocked Dean on his back.

'Come on take the bait' Dean thought.

Jack came down with a heavy punch aimed at Dean's face.

Dean moved his head enough to avoid it and hit Jack with an elbow as he came down opening up a gash over his brow.

He grabbed Jack and hit him with a haymaker knocking some of his teeth out and making him spew out blood.

Dean then got on top of Jack and beat him to a pulp. When it was clear that he was done Dean got off of him.

Everyone went silent with disbelief.

"Ladies and gentleman what an upset!" The announcer said not believing his eyes, "The boy wonder is the winner!"

Most of the crowd was not happy with that so they booed.

Dean walked out of the cage and grabbed his stuff.

The man who placed the bet from before came up to him, "Here's your money kid" he gave him a chunk of cash.

"Thanks" Dean said looking at all the 100 dollar bills.

"Hey come with me, I'll show you the locker room so you can get yourself cleaned up" The man said. He led him to a back room where there were a bunch of other guys preparing for their fights.

"Here are the lockers and over there are the showers" The man pointed to them.

"Thanks" Dean said looking around.

"Hey uh listen, you were pretty good out there. You thinkin about staying?" The man asked.

"Staying?" Dean asked feeling confused.

"Yeah, you could make good money the way you fight" The man said.

Dean considered it, "I'm kind of on my own right now, and I need to find a place to stay before I consider that"

The man smirked, "You seem like a good kid, I'm Morty" he gave him his hand.

Dean shook it, "I'm Dean"

"Well I gotta go, I'll see ya around kid" Morty said as he left.

Dean looked around and all the fighters were staring at him. There were TV's in the locker room showing the fights, they probably just saw him.

Dean walked by them without fear. He used their shower to clean himself up, it had been a while since he showered anyways.

After that he went back to the locker room. All the people had left, except for one that was sitting down. Jack.

He spotted Dean standing there.

Dean felt kind of awkward, "Uh…hey"

"Relax kid, I'm not gonna hurt ya. Not like I can anyways" Jack said rubbing his aching head, "Where'd you learn how to fight like that?"

"Here and there" Dean said not wanting to reveal anything about his past.

Jack nodded, "Fair enough. How come a teenager like you can fight like a full grown man?"

Dean shrugged, "Don't know"

Jack chuckled, "You're funny kid" He said as he wiped the blood off his face, "I hope you stick around, it'll be interesting to see how far you can go"

"I might, I just need to find a place to stay first" Dean said.

"There's rooms at the inn that's close by" Jack said.

Dean looked at him suspiciously.

"Look I'm not trying to trick you or anything, you just look like you could use a little help" Jack said.

"Maybe" Dean said knowing better than to trust a complete stranger, especially one you just beat the crap out of.

"Hey if I try anything you could always kick my ass" Jack joked.

Dean laughed.

"What's your name?" Jack asked.

"Dean"

"Dean" Jack said it, "That's a good name, short and to the point"

"Jack is ok too" Dean said.

"I wish that was my real name" Jack said.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "What's your real name?"

"Bartholomew" Jack said with disgust.

"Wow, you must have gotten picked on as a kid" Dean guessed.

"You have no idea" Jack said changing into regular clothes, "Be honest though, why are you here? Where are your parents?"

He seemed trustworthy enough to share small details with, "Had a disagreement about something, and couldn't stand them anymore, so I left"

"Yeah I've been there before, sometimes you just need space. How'd you find this place though?" Jack asked.

"Honestly I didn't, I was just passing by. I always thought cage fighting would be in LA" Dean said.

"Where did you come from?" Jack asked out of curiosity.

"New York" Dean said.

Jack was shocked, "Damn! How'd you end up all the way out here?"

"Lots and lots of hitchhiking" Dean admitted, "And I stole a good amount of money from my parents when I left"

"I've been down that road" Jack said looking back on his own life, "But at least you found a place to settle"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, seems so. So what's the fighting system like?"

"It's simple, if the crowd likes you the promoters tolerate you. The more you win, the more the crowd likes you, and the more money you make. We're kind of like this age's gladiators" Jack said, "You think you can win more than you lose Dean?"

Dean smirked, "Yeah I can do that"

Present day

Since that day Dean has had countless fights. Learning and improving from every one of them. He hasn't lost a match to this day and he plans on keeping his perfect record.

Morty entered the locker room, "Hey kid you're up"

Dean nodded and Morty left. He took off his earphones and his hoodie. When he first came here he was fit but after stepping up his training and all the fights Dean's body was ripped.

He walked out and entered the cage, "To my right. Please welcome back, our fan favorite, and still undefeated, the boy wonder!" the announcer said and the crowd cheered.

He'd come a long way from the booing crowds in the beginning.

"And to the left, we have the man without sanity, psycho Mako!" the announcer said.

Dean's opponent was about the same size as him, pale white skin, with a red and green dyed spiky Mohawk. He jumped around the ring doing cartwheels and backflips trying to impress the crowd.

Mako jumped in front of Dean and stared intently into his eyes looking like a maniac. He slid a finger across his throat and showed his tongue, "You're going down!" He shouted as he started running around him in circles.

'Is this guy for real?' Dean thought.

"Hey kid!" He heard from behind him. Dean looked back and saw Jack by the cage entrance.

Dean backed up to speak to him, "Look who showed up" he said sarcastically.

"I was held up" Jack said.

"Whatever you say" Dean said looking back at Mako.

Mako started flipping around showing off his agility.

"What's up with him?" Dean asked.

Jack shrugged, "Don't know, he's on a 4 match winning streak. Likes to overwhelm his opponents with his fancy moves. I get the feeling he's got a glass jaw"

Dean nodded, "Let's test that theory"

"Let's get ready to rumble!" the announcer said and the bell rung.

Dean faced his opponent, ready for anything.

Mako jumped and flipped in the air, trying to confuse his opponent. He landed in front of Dean and went to hit him with a left hook but Dean caught him with a straight punch to the jaw knocking him out cold.

The crowd roared.

"Unbelievable ladies and gentlemen! The boy wonder has done it again!" The announcer said.

Dean left the cage seeing as he was done and went in the locker room to change.

"That was hilarious, you should have seen everyone's faces when he dropped" Jack said.

"He really did have a glass jaw" Dean said laughing.

Someone bumped into him, "I bet you got one too" someone said.

Dean looked up and saw Brick, the King of the cage. He was 6,10 giant and beefy with a bald head and a black-haired goatee. He was the only other undefeated person and for good reason. He was the only one known to have killed people in the ring.

"I got hit plenty of times Brick, I know I don't have one" Dean said grabbing his things.

"That's because you haven't been hit by me" Brick said glaring at him.

"Well maybe sometime soon you can try baldy" Dean said walking past him.

Brick turned around and stopped him, "What did you say?"

"I said baldy" Dean said without fear.

Brick looked like he was about to throw the first punch when Jack got in the way, "I don't think you guys wanna get in trouble right? If you fight in the locker room they won't let you fight, and that means no money"

Brick kept his cool, "See you around diapers" he bumped into Dean on purpose.

"I'm gonna shave that goatee of his in his sleep" Dean said walking out with Jack.

"Wouldn't that be a sight to see, baby face Brick" Jack laughed.

As they passed by the arena Dean spotted a man staring at him, intently.

Dean stared back but the man never took his eyes off of him.

"Hey who is that guy over there? I see him all the time at my fights checking me out" Dean said.

Jack looked and spotted the man. He looked concerned, "That guy, he's….well…no one knows who he is. He comes here to scout out talented fighters and recruits them for some organization he works for"

"What's it called?" Dean asked.

"I think it was called Hydra or something" Jack said.

Dean looked back at the man who was still staring at him. That dude was creepy.

Author's note: Well it's a start. Obviously like any story it takes time to get good and interesting, origin stories are a drag but nonetheless necessary. I'll be posting a chapter every Sunday for now on, if you have any questions, thoughts, comments, etc feel free to Review. I don't mind constructive criticism, feel free to say what you please ;)