James woke up. He was entangled in his blankets and sweating profusely. It was the same dream he had been having for months now. He checked under his bed. Good he thought, pulling his suit out from under his enormous bed. This was no ordinary suit, it was special, it helped him fight crime. The suit enhanced his already inhuman abilities. James shoved his suit back under the bed and glanced at the alarm clock. The clock read 2:37; James put his head back down on the pillow and slid his legs into his thick blankets. Slowly he drifted off into a dark, dark place where the unreal could happen in the blink of an eye. He began to see things that had happened before; he began to remember…
The stadium loomed over the parking lot like a big beautiful cake sitting next to a plain cupcake. There was a small park to the right and the city lay to the left. “Come on James lets go get a beer,” said Doug unlocking the door to his blue Bentley. Doug was about as tall as James but less muscular and his hair was brown. James had thick blond hair and tanned skin. “Patrick and Ricky are coming too,” the young quarterback continued.
“I can't go out tonight, I'm sorry but I have to go to church. Its really important that I go because I have to speak in front of the congregation.” James replied.
“Ok then. See you later.” With that Doug hopped into the front seat of the Bentley and hit the gas. James would have liked to go but he knew what was more important. He turned to get into his old Mustang when he heard a tremendous bang. He wheeled around and saw black clouds of eye watering smoke at the intersection. He sprinted out of the Stadium parking lot and turned left towards the direction of the crash. To his horror he was confronted with a scene of havoc. He moved ever closer and to his dismay saw what he thought was the impossible.
A grand spanking new shiny Bentley, or at least most of it; the front half was crumpled in a heap on the side of the of a massive truck. He staggered the last few steps to the wreckage looking for some sign of life but there was none. He could hear sirens coming from his right. He looked over to see two red fire trucks and an ambulance speeding around the street corner. He looked around in bewilderment and saw signs of sympathy chiseled into most of the crowds face. How could this happen? Why now when they were so close to winning the tournament? The Cowboys were four and O and one to go, they would surely lose the coming game this Saturday. He pushed these thoughts to the deepest corner of is mind, his best friends were dead and he was thinking about a stupid football game. He could not believe his eyes; the smoke was disappearing thanks to the fire trucks but that didn't help matters. He felt dizzy and drowsy and he collapsed.
He ventured into darkness and found a dark hazy figure standing before him. He was in a lush green forest standing in a clearing with tree branches overhead. It spoke to him in these words “You, young one have been born with many gifts and before your time is up you shall use them for a greater good.” James was presented with a white shirt and with a white helmet with a red visor. He was also given white boots and a green cape with white gloves.
He stared at the figure and asked, “What gift do I have but strength and swiftness, what am I to do with this?”
The figure shifted and replied “The greater good as I said earlier, as for this:” it thrust the clothes at him “You shall wear this when somebody needs you. It gives you new abilities and enhances your old ones you see? Forgive me but I must take my leave.” The figure then disappeared into the night.
James's eyes opened and he realized he had fainted. He stood massaging his head where he had a huge bump from when he fell and hit the ground. He looked at the road and he saw nothing there. He had imagined his friends death and was simply going completely crazy, he was disappointed he missed his talk for church. Within moments he was in his car and pulling out of the parking lot heading towards home. When he finally arrived at his home he heard the phone ringing and rushed to answer it.
“Hello this is James Taylor speaking,” said James heartily.
“Oh thank goodness your OK James,” it was his football coach Jerry Kraspedd. “There was a terrible crash down on the intersection next to the Stadium, Pat, Rick and Doug are dead. I thought you were too because the boys were talking about getting a beer after…” James dropped the phone and sat down. He sat there for a moment and then stooped over to pick up the phone. He heard the sound coming out of the phone, “Beep…Beep…Beep.” At first it was faint but it grew louder and louder and louder until…
