The sun begins to set as Brandon finishes another round of training. He had become so engrossed that he lost track of time. He has become fascinated by his capabilities over his days of training. Eventually, Brandon wondered what he could use his powers for. For the sake of being cliché, becoming a super hero seems like the right, if not the best, option. He ran through a list of possible names, but found none of them to his liking. Brandon puts the matter on hold and heads home.
Minutes later Brandon arrives near his street and lands in his “area.” He chose the nearby alleyway because it is dark due to lack of occupants in the two end houses on either side of it and a busted street light that has yet to be repaired. The neighbors pretty much keep to themselves, so he didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing him. He walks the rest of the way to his home. When he arrives, Brandon notices a strange car in front of it. He had never seen the tricked out car with spoilers on the trunk before and wondered who it could be. As he got closer he could hear two men talking.
“Come on, let’s go. The kid will show up eventually,” one of them, sporting thick dreadlocks said. The two men walk out of his house. “You got the place rigged like the boss said.”
“Yeah, as soon as he kid opens the door, he’ll be an orphan,” the other man, dressed in baggy black jeans and a football jersey, laughed.
Brandon knew something was wrong. How could he ignore two strange men exiting his house? Something was amiss. He approaches the men and calls to them, “Hey, who are you and what are you doing at my house?” The men stop and look at Brandon, who calls to them again in a firmer tone of voice, “Answer me!” The man with the dreadlock brandishes a gun and fires a shot at Brandon. Brandon instantly dodges. As the other man got in the car, the man with the dreadlocks shoots three more times as he made his way to the car. After using his incredible speed to avoid the bullets, Brandon charges after the tricked out sports car as the driver start the engine. Inside the car, the man wearing the football jersey in the back seat turns around and sees Brandon running toward them. “Aw damn, here he comes,” he said. The driver of the car revs up the engine and speeds down the street. Brandon chases them halfway up the street when gets a feeling that something is wrong. He stops chasing the car and quickly dashes back to his house. “Mom,” he said worried, “Oh no, mom!” Fearing that his mother’s life may be in danger, Brandon runs up to the door and turns the knob; then the unexpected happens.
BOOM! Brandon’s house erupts in an explosion, thrusting him across the street and into a car that was parked on the other side. The explosion shatters several windows in nearby houses, startling their occupants.
Several car alarms resonate through the air, their sirens blaring loudly. Brandon slowly sits up and looks at his house, only to see it engulfed in flames. “Mom!” he shouted as he flew over to his burning home to see if there was any chance he could save her. But the intense heat and flames prevented him from getting any closer. “No,” he said sadly, “Mom.” As he floated there in front of his fire engulfed house, a terrible sadness entered his heart. “I should’ve been here. I should’ve prevented this,” he said as he began to sob, “I failed, dad. You asked me to take care of mom should anything happen to you, and I failed.” The last person he had loved more than life itself was gone, taken from him in a senseless act. The sadness that filled his heart was beginning to be replaced with anger and rage. It began to swell and boil up from deep within him. He began to tremble as the burning fury from his soul started to intensify, “No…my mother…why…” Lightning began to surge and course through his body as his anger continued to grow. “NO!” Brandon screamed, exploding with rage and intense fury. He flies straight up into the air and stops in mid-air hoping to see the car that contained the men who took his mother’s life. “Where are they?! They’re going to pay for what they’ve done!” Brandon growled, “Where are you?!” He searched around looking back and forth at the ground between his street and the surrounding area. A brief moment later, he spots the sports car he’s looking for speeding down the next street a block from his house. “Now I have you,” Brandon says angrily through clenched teeth. He shrouds himself in lightning and flies off after the car.
After he took off, people exited their homes to see what the explosion was. They stood in surprise and disbelief as flames consume Brandon’s home.
“Somebody, call 911!” one neighbor shouted.
Several men went to check on the people living in the houses on either side of the Mitchell house. There was nothing they could do for the house except watch in horror as the fire chews its way through the decimated home.