The Life and Times of a Superhuman

Prologue: The Start of a New Life

My name is Alan Richterez the Third. I'm an 18-year-old Mexican boy. I'm what the world has called a superhuman. The reason being was that I am the second and last human with a 24th pair of chromosomes. I will explain how I came to have Chromosome 24, as it was called in the classified U.A.C research facility of Oldavai on Mars.

On the evening of my eighteenth birthday, I had just left a bar in Mexico City, Mexico after having my birthday party in the bar. I didn't have anything to drink, just cake and brownies, so I drove home. But as I was driving to my house in the suburbs of Mexico City, there was a lightning storm brewing right above an extinct volcano near the mountains. But as I drove, the thunder clouds spread almost instantly from where it started above the volcano to a three mile radius from the cone, while my position was within the radius. I got out of my classic DeLorean and looked at the clouds. But, I don't know if it was fate, or just plain old coincidence, but a bolt of lightning struck me, staying constant for about five seconds. Then I collapsed. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital in the main part of Mexico City, wondering how long I was asleep. I couldn't remember a thing. But then I started to remember the lightning storm, and that I was struck by the constant lightning bolt that had struck me just after I got out of my DeLorean. But I was wondering why I wasn't burnt to a crisp.

And that's when my parents and girlfriend, Alan, Jr and Tina Sanchez-Richterez, and Ashley Johnson, came in with a young 28-year-old American man in a suit. My parents told me that the American man had something to say to me. They spoke to me in Spanish, because they didn't know English, but I spoke to the American man in English, because I studied English in high school in America with a girl that hosted me in a Foreign Exchange program, who ended up being my girlfriend that I mentioned earlier. The American man introduced himself as Dr. John Grimm, director of a newly-developed top-secret international law enforcement agency called the Inter/Intra-Universal Time Enforcement Commission, or IU-T.E.C, based on the old Timecop movie. He told me that how I wasn't burnt to a crisp was that his sister, Dr. Samantha Grimm, before they returned from Oldavai when he was in the R.R.T.S, had brought a second vial of C-24, or Chromosome 24, and saved it. And when he heard that I was dying of burns, he got in his personal helicopter and got flown over here and, just when my parents thought that I was going to die, he injected me with C-24 and in a matter of five minutes, my body healed itself back to perfect health.

Dr. Grimm also said that because of my particular skills in the fighting martial arts, I was selected to be a member of the IU-T.E.C. He told me that when the doctors check me over and make sure that I'm okay to leave, that I give him a call, which he gave me a business card. He told me that he only gave his business cards to selected members of the IU-T.E.C. I rested after he left. The next day, the doctors at Mexico City Memorial Hospital checked me over, and they were shocked that I was back to perfect health. They discharged me within the next five minutes after checking me over. Five minutes later I was discharged. I drove to my house, where my girlfriend, Ashley, was waiting, along with our kid, for we had became parents ourselves after she had came down to Mexico with me. We had a little boy, which we named after me, and so our son was named Alan Richterez the Fourth. But when I got to my house, it was on fire. That's when I saw my wife's body, with six bullet holes in her chest. I fall to my knees, my face falling flat on her chest and I cried. I thought my son was lost in the fire, but then I heard a baby crying nearby. When I looked near the rows of bushes that lined the sides of the walkway to our front door, I saw my son, alive and well. When I picked him up, he had a few cuts and bruises, but he wasn't seriously injured. I immediately called Dr. Grimm on my cell phone, who answered and said he already knew what had happened. He told me that my girlfriend wasn't the only one who was killed; my entire family was killed too. I told him that my son was alive, but what ever my first mission may be, to let me complete my mission in that Universe and stay there.

He agreed to let me stay in the universe that I already had a mission in, which I was surprised that I already had a mission. Dr. Grimm told me that he already had sent his personal helicopter to pick me up and bring me to the Nevada Desert. I thanked Dr. Grimm and hung up my cell phone. And then, a few hours later, I heard the rumbling of a helicopter. It landed in my front yard, and as soon as it landed, I climbed in. I took one last sad look at the place I had called home with my girlfriend for the last three years. I said a prayer for my girlfriend, hoping she was in a better place. Then the helicopter lifted off and flew towards the northwest border of my home country. About an hour later, when we had crossed the border, I said good night and goodbye to my country in Spanish. As I was sleeping with my son in my arms, I woke up to the helicopter bumping as if it was landing. And when I looked, sure enough, we had landed outside of big facility, powered by two fusion power plants that were one mile away from the facility for each power plant. Sooner than I originally thought, I was already given my uniform for the IU-T.E.C, but the arm patch only said T.E.C. My son and I were scanned for our DNA Return Sequences for when we go through the wormhole, so that way it wouldn't rip us apart permanently.

After receiving my mission briefing, which was to investigate a series of time crimes in the 6teen Universe, I entered the wormhole chamber. And after a few minutes of counting down, the wormhole opened and I was ripped apart down to the molecular level. After a few minutes of going through the quantum warp tunnel, I started to reassemble near the end of the wormhole. Another minute later, I was back to being one-hundred percent intact. Then the wormhole disappeared. When I got back up on my feet, I looked around to check my surroundings. And when I looked in front of me, I saw a huge mall in front of me. And right off the bat, I knew what mall it was.

I had arrived in the 6teen Universe in front of the Galleria Mall. I was to be the hero of time in this universe. I was to be the savior of it. And if I died trying, then it would be worth it. My name is Alan Antonio Richterez the Third, and this is my story: the story of a superhuman and Inter-Universal Timecop.