Miguel was an ordinary teenager until a skateboarding accident gave him superhuman abilities. Now with the help of his superhuman friends, Anna and Michael, he fights crime, while searching for answers to the mystery of his father’s disappearance.
It was
a cold November morning and Miguel still wanted to sleep. He had slept some on
the ride over but now that his mother’s car wasn’t moving he was awake. Miguel
sat up in the passenger seat as he combed his long dark brown bangs with his
fingers. “Are we there yet?” he asked his mother in the driver’s seat.
“I need
to make a stop for a few groceries first. You can stay in the car,” replied
Abril. She was middle aged, attractive, and caring with brown hair and
chocolate colored eyes. She worked as an emergency room nurse, and she went
through a lot of trouble to get a few days off. She turned the car off, pulled
on her winter coat, and got out.
Miguel
stretched out his arms, careful not to hit anything. If he stretched out
quickly and hit something his super strength would likely break it. He grabbed
gently on to the back of his seat and twisted around. Outside the back window
he got only a glance, but he saw several cop cars gathered at a jewelry store
across the street. That was all he needed. Making sure his mother was out of
sight, he open his door and climbed out.
Using
his super speed, he changed into his super suite. His super suite was tight,
with black long sleeves, and long pants. Across his chest was his symbol a
slanted red “N” connected to a red “4”. He pulled on his red high top shoes,
tossing off his black skater tennis shoes. Finally he pulled on his red helmet
with the one way glasses, much like a one way mirror, to protect his identity.
Racing
across the street he didn’t stop running at super speed until he was inside the
Jewelry store. Everyone in the store heard the front door open, felt a sudden
gust of wind, then saw the hero standing eight feet in front of the man in a
ski mask waving a big gun around.
Miguel
took in the scene. A big man, dressed head-to-toe in black waved a big gun in
the air. There were three people in the store possibly all employees. One man
and two women all dressed in business suits, not to be confused with super
suits. Everyone know that with the example of a few high class heroes, no one
dresses that nice to fight crime. The employees were ducked behind the display
cases, peaking over for a clear view.
“Who
are you?” the man trying to rob the place asked.
“I’m
Nanofore,” Miguel replied, “now if you don’t mind, I only have a minute.” The
man shot at Nanofore. Reflexively Nanofore dogged the first several. The man in
the ski mask moved his gun with each shot follow Nanofore’s moves. After
several shots the man finally hit Nanofore in the shoulder. Miguel cried out, clutching
his shoulder. The man in the ski mask though he had beaten Nanofore. Using that
to his advantage Nanofore charged at man who had raised his gun above his head
in triumph. Nanofore took the gun, and using his knee as leverage he snapped
the gun in half.
The
gunman was shocked. There was now no sign that he had shot Nanofore, not even a
hole in his suit. Nanofore grabbed to thief and super sped him to inside a cop
car. Leaving him alone.
Thirty
seconds later Miguel again sat in his mother’s car clad in skinny jeans,
thermal long sleeve navy shirt buttoned to one button shy of the top, and black
skater shoes. When he saw his mom headed back to the car groceries in hand, he
picked up his cell phone and decided to check if he had any texts from Michael
or Anna.
