Jul 22, 2015 3:39 pm
These were the first steps he'd taken in months. No more hospital beds. No more meds. His hair had already started growing back from the chemo therapy, although it was a dark purple now. The wind whipped around him as he stood on the rocks overlooking the lake. The water stretched infinitely in front of him, just as his life now did. He had stared into that void beyond life, now he had to look away. The greatest question he had ever faced stood before him, "Now what?" He whispered to himself on that lonely island. His answer came when a loud bang ripped through Fuller City. It took him almost an hour to make his way downtown, yet the sonic booms hadn't stopped. Boombox they were calling him on the news. He blazed a trail of destruction crisscrossing Uptown, screaming something about a new revolution against the hierarchy. The only thing that mattered is that he was hurting people and the cops couldn't stop him. Izaac Cain heard them then. The Voices. Most of them were pleas to higher powers from bystanders, despair from officers, and the subtle doubt of a man destroying everything he was taught to hate. It was over in an instant: a flash, a glow, a single strike to the head, and Boombox was needing some new batteries. After that, the cops were searching the city for superhuman recruits to combat new threats. Izaac didn't even have to sign up. (Aspect: Poster Boy)
Last edited July 22, 2015 3:40 pm