Post by cross on Nov 4, 2013 13:54:57 GMT -5
Ultimate Outsiders #1
Origins
“I’m telling you, a power bomb is a completely believable fighting move!”
“Bilal! No it isn’t! A power bomb, at best, would hurt your back and then you would drop the guy on his head, breaking his neck.”
Bilal stopped and thought the comment over. “Okay. I still won the fight though!”
Bilal’s roommate sighs at the comment. “No, you won a first class ticket to prison for murdering a guy in a fight.”
“Hey Tim! Wait up!”
Bilal and Tim stop and turn to see a student hurriedly walking towards them.
“Can I help you?” Tim gives the student a puzzled look.
“Hi. I’m Chuck Brown. I’m a T.A. here in the Science Hall and I just wanted to greet you in person.” Chuck extends his hand for a hand shake.
Tim grabs the T.A.’s hand and shakes it reluctantly. “Nice to meet you. How do you know who I am?”
“Funny story. I was actually on the board that examined your wing suit application to get in to G.U. It’s a very hush-hush secret that I am in on that board seeing as I’m a student myself.” Chuck adjusts his tie in a proud manner at his board position.
“I didn’t think that was all that funny.” Bilal mumbles under his breath.
Tim quickly raises his voice to mask Bilal’s comment. “Chuck, this is my friend, Bilal Asselah.”
Chuck shakes Bilal’s hand and smiles. “Did you two go to High School together?”
“No. We actually got paired up with two other guys in a room over in the North East Wayne dorms. Bilal and I met over the summer to get better adjusted to each other.”
Chuck nods his head as if he were studying the story for validity. “Good thinking. Dorm life can be rough if you don’t get along with your roommates. Have you guys met your other ones yet?”
“Funny story actually.” Bilal subtly mocks Chuck with the comment. “Our roommate is on the Football team so he is still in two-a-day practices. I think his name is Virgil. Our other roommate never actually showed up for move in today. Our Residential Advisor said that he tried calling him but no one would return his calls. Said his name was Victor Stone.”
Bilal chuckles to himself. “I only remember the guy’s name because it sounded like a pornstars name.”
Chuck raise’s his eyebrow with concern over the snarky comment.
“I was just giving Bilal here a tour of the Science Hall. We are trying to find where our classes are this semester before everything starts up Monday.” Tim chimes in, yet again, to cover up Bilal’s snarky sense of humor.
“You guys have a great weekend and enjoy Gotham University. Tim, I’ll see you around I’m sure.” Chuck waves goodbye to the two and scurries off into a classroom.
Tim jab’s his elbow into the ribs of Bilal. “Really? You have to make fun of the guy that got me in here straight to his face?”
Bilal throws his arms up in protest. “The guy’s a tool. Don’t worry about it. He didn’t even notice.”
“Let’s go finish unpacking before Virgil gets out of practice. I need to make sure I claim everything before he gets settled in.”
Tim rolls his eyes at Bilal. “Oh, what a good roommate you will be.” Tim sarcastically proclaims.
****
A young, muscular student finishes assembling a computer chair as Bilal and Tim walk into the room. As Bilal opens the door, he stops dead in his tracks and stares at the young man.
“Hey! You must be…” The young man stops in mid-sentence and forms a thought. “Bi, Bilale?”
“It’s Bilal. Nice try though.” Bilal flashes a smile of annoyance at the young man.
Tim shoves his way through the doorway and nods. “I’m Tim Drake. I’m going to presume that you are Virgil Hawkins?”
“Yeah. I just got done with practice so I came back to get unpacked before me and the guy’s head over to the cafeteria for dinner.”
“Guys?” Bilal asks as he walks over to his desk and turns on his computer.
“The football team is required to eat meals together to get to know each other better. It’s a team building exercise.” Virgil recites the answer to Bilal’s question in an almost robotic tone.
Bilal spins on his heels and straightens his back to make a perfect posture. “At ease soldier!”
Virgil smirks at the response. “I gotta go. I’ll probably be staying out late tonight with the team so I might see you tomorrow after the game. You guys are coming to the game right?” Virgil grabs his backpack and makes his way out of the room to a large group of guys standing in the hall way. Tim follows Virgil to the door.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t miss it.”
“Easy there man-crush. We might not make it to the game tomorrow due to high levels of partying and hang over like symptoms.” Bilal drops into his computer chair.
“We have no idea who anyone is except for Chuck and now, Virgil. I highly doubt that we are going to any of these so called, “Parties” you are talking about.” Tim says in a fun ruining manner.
“Yeah, but a man can dream.” Bilal leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling in a day dreaming like state.
Tim walks over to his closet and pulls out a grey backpack and puts it on. “So. Do you want to see it?”
Bilal turns around to look. “Please don’t be your wiener. Please don’t be your wiener. Please don’t be your wiener.”
As Bilal turns around, he sees Tim standing in the middle of the dorm room with a grey backpack on. Tim smiles and pulls two draw strings with each of his hands. Two sets of wings pop out of the back pack and form up to his wrists and down to the small of his back. The function shocks Bilal so much that he jumps out of his seat and backs up as far as he can into his desk.
“What the hell is that?”
“This is what got me into G.U. on a full ride scholarship. I call it the “Wing-Suit.” What do you think?”
Bilal studies the heavy plastic wings as he walks over to examine the contraption. “This is what you and Chuck were talking about earlier today right?”
“Yeah.” Tim shows off the wings by extending both of his arms out.
“I think it looks cool. What does it do though?”
“It will change modern day hang gliding and parachuting. These wings are more aerodynamic and sturdier than the typical hang glider and they are more functional than those flying squirrel suits that everyone uses. With a greater range of motion in air, this baby can outperform anything short of a plane.”
Bilal stares at Tim for a bit before snapping back to reality. “This got you into college for free? Fuck, I’m in the wrong major here.”
Tim takes the wing-suit off and folds it back into the backpack.
“Have you used it yet?” Bilal squats down and locks eyes with Tim hoping for the correct answer.
“It isn’t ready for a trial run yet.”
“Bullshit!” Bilal’s face frowns suddenly from the apparent wrong answer. “We have to go try it out tonight then!”
Tim gets to his feet and shoves the Wing-Suit back into his closet. “Let me get a few supplies and I will try it tomorrow night. I don’t want to turn this into a big spectacle. There won’t be a bunch of students on campus on a Saturday night.”
Bilal’s face glows red with excitement from the news. “So what do you want to do tonight then?”
Tim pulls out a red jacket. “You said you were going to teach me about Parkour.”
****
A young girl walks home from a party. She stumbles a bit but regains her stance and continues on. A person watches her from the shadows.
The person walks towards the lone girl and gets in front of her. She spots him and stops in her tracks.
"Friday, August 31st 1888. A whore has her throat cut twice and her lower abdomen ripped open. This is the first murder by Jack the Ripper. History always repeats itself." The shadowed man grumbles.
"Wh-What?" The young girl asks confused.
He burst's into a sprint and slams a knife into her lower abdomen. "Always." The shadowed man repeats into her ear quietly. She falls backwards to the sidewalk and coughs up blood. The man kneels down and slices her throat open with two cuts, all the way to the spine. He stands up after the killing. Wipes his blade on her pants and walks away into the shadows.
****
“These Gotham University Wildcats have been struggling to keep up with the Keystone Tech Falcons today.”
“That’s right Rick. The coach really needs to sit everyone down in that locker room and tell them that playtime is over. Welcome to the big leagues and step it up. I think another factor in this struggle for the Wildcats is this will it won’t it weather. It rained all last night and stopped about two hours before kick-off this morning. The clouds are still present but no rain yet. That field can get pretty slick in these conditions.”
“We have talked about the Weather, the coaching staff, and the strategy for the Wildcats. Let’s do these fans some service and discuss the Wildcats possible secret weapon, Virgil Hawkins.”
“Listen Joe. This kid out of Ernest Hemingway High School out in Dakota set all sorts of records for kick returns and rushing. If he can translate that into this Wildcat offense then we may see a new breakout star for the next four years.”
“Let’s get back onto the field as Keystone Tech kicks off to start this second half.”
The crowd builds up to a fever pitch as the Keystone Tech kicker brings the game back from half time. The ball soars right into the grasp of Virgil Hawkins.
“We may be able to see the future! Virgil Hawkins is getting past every one of the Falcons players!”
“All that’s left is Hawkins and the Keystone Tech kicker, Ranzz. Virgil Jukes to the left and doges the hit by Ranzz. He has tied the…”
ZZZZRRAAACKK!!!
With a flash, Vigil falls to the ground. The lightning strike sends the crowd and announcers into silence. Medics and both teams coaching staff flood the field rushing to the aid of the young player.