And Then There Were Two

The news came in. According to them, there is some sort of new black suited vigilante protecting Lake Mile; he showed up in the public eye after he stopped another heist. Now there are two people protecting this city. No one knows who he is, and it's up to a detective and his brother to find out who's behind the mask. But little do they know that the same... black suited vigilante, is a seven year old kid.

That one being me.

But before any of that happened, me and my brother had to investigate a case of a heist.

Six criminals. Advanced guns... VERY, advanced guns... Of course. Sooner or later, the villains needed to return to be a rival to the heroes.

The bullets went through the roof like someone's heart was obliterated, all for what? Money. Garbage that kills for money, unsurprisingly... But this garbage comes with weapons that haven't been seen in a long time since Sorz. He appeared and disappeared in my life like a blink, taking my parents with me, and thanks to him, I had to adapt. If there was an eighth deadly sin, it would most likely be love. It's a luxury, but in the end all it's going to do is tear you apart.

Fortunately, I don't have friends anymore. Except my brother, who doesn't listen to me. And after what happened later... He damn well should.

Where was I? Oh, that 's right. The crime scene. There wasn't much to say, except what I just said... And then I found a sphere. A strange looking black sphere with green handles on both sides. If my guesses were correct, it seemed to function kind of similar to a Subspace Bomb from Super Smash Bros Brawl. A game I should be playing right now if I had the fucking Wii.

But... What kind of bomb is this supposed to be, if it's supposed to make you explode? Unless you have a death wish, but no... It must have another function. Unless the one who developed this bomb was stupid as balls.

Anyways, I decided to hide this sphere under my father's former hat, being similar to a certain reporter of a 1970s supernatural show, and I put my hat on my brown hair. A cop came to me, and he told me "From what we could gather, there was this gang that were wearing hockey masks, and one of them seemed to have red wings and red hair" Normally, they would tell this kind of stuff to my older brother, but when it comes down to it, instead of opening a detective agency, he should have opened a restaurant.

"Understood," I replied. So I started to write on my notes "Hockey masks, red wings, red hair" I would have asked for more details, but Super Mario 63 is waiting for me back home, later I asked my brother so we could leave in the most polite way possible:

"Let's get the fuck out of here"

So we did, and we did it running. He said "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry I kept you this long, Mark!" and then he tripped and fell like a complete fucking buffoon, making his brown shirt and brown coat dirty as shit, I stopped, and came close to him. "I'm ok!" he said. So I resumed walking, and said: "Look where you're fucking stepping on, brother"

We returned back to our apartment, and we had what you could say is my sister in law was waiting for us. A sister in law that managed to seduce my older brother and make him fall in love. Normally, these types of women make my philosophy harder to follow, and run the potential danger of me getting obliterated on the inside. But luckily for me, she has a tattoo.

"How are you doing, Marlow?" (I know, ironic name) She asked while looking at my brother's dirty clothes, and petting his short brown hair, and later his white skinned face without looking at him. My brother started to blush, he closed his eyes and said: "I'm doing fine! What about you?" and then she replied... Look, I don't want to write this type of shit. When women use tattoos and involve sex, it just makes me gag. And I made sure she knew it, but enough about that. I went to my room, used my mouse to reactivate my computer, went to Newgrounds, and... It was nice to be home, to be honest.

... But truth be told, I've played a lot of 63 in the past... I've played a lot of these flash games and they became so... You know.

Hours of boredom came, that quote on quote "Fancy Lady" left, my brother cooked a tasty pizza, and... Everything seemed so repetitive. We both went to bed, I went to the one that was above and he went to the one that was below.

Bored and not sleepy. Worst type of combination right there. But then I looked at my hat, and I decided to sneak onto the basement, and test that weird ass sphere.

After practising for exactly three minutes, it was time I returned to bed, the next day I had school... And probably a recharged sphere. Meaning I had to sit through Stinson's many, many words. But this may not interest you.

Anyway, school was over. And I saw my brother without his coat and his shirt that he usually wears, running towards me, and he said "Hello Mark! We have a huge problem!" Normally, when there's huge problems coming from my brother's mouth, it's normally petty shit like, "I lost my teddy bear" "I forgot that I had to buy an ingredient for my salad" but this time... It was different.

We returned home, and I tried to look over that suit. Believe it or not, it is important, if anything, the reason why my brother is around whenever I go to investigate is because of his coat. It'll make sense later.

Then I remembered something. That fancy as trash whore liked my brother's coat. A lot.

"Brother... This is exactly what happens when you start to love or like someone enough" I decided to call him out. "This again? But Mark, not all people are like this! You could make good friends in school!" He replied. And I countered with "And what will happen to them eventually? Gone. Not a trace of them except for a rotten corpse" and then my brother tried to come up with his typical "But you deserve happiness! This isn't you!" shit. "THIS IS ME!" I screamed. "Now let's go and find that bitch"

I decided to go to her house, but my sphere wasn't quite charged yet. My brother decided to visit her tomorrow, but then the news showed up: That same woman is going out, murdering other people with a very familiar blue and red outfit. Mostly red due to the blood splattered around. The corpses were neck-snapped, some had their arms ripped out... Which is something that my brother's shirt and coat had: You pressed the chest, your colours changed, and you became more durable, faster and stronger.

Great. Especially considering the only superhero in Lake Mile then was my brother.

"What's her address, brother?" I asked. Of course, he couldn't remember. So we had to go and visit Mr. Ruby. He might know something.

There he was. Eating a ton of food. Then he saw us. "Oh! If it isn't the Smiths!" My brother looked behind. "Uh... We? We are not The Smiths" I had to clarify his malfunctioning brain "Not THOSE Smiths, you fucking moron" Ruby then asked me "How are you doing Mark? How 's school? Did you do your homework?" and I replied "Why would you care? You're trying to offer me to do my homework, and I can't refuse because you're going to send one of your henchmen?"

Mr Ruby briefly laughed, and asked "Anyway, what can we do for you?" my brother asked "Have you seen my crush?" and then he replied "Oh, you mean the one who stole your suit, Marlow?" I replied "That's right. What's her address?"

Then he gave us the address, but then he said that he overheard that she was going to a jewellery store, not to steal jewels, but rather someone's life.

So, we had to go to the jewellery store, warn the owner about the attack. And while my brother described her, the owner instantly panicked, so he closed the store and went somewhere else.

I decided to return home, and I decided to watch a playthrough of Super Mario Sunshine on my computer.

As a matter of fact, his ex decided to attack the store the next night. My brother decided to claim back his suit... Yeah, without another suit, powers, and thinking he could just talk to her was a great idea. I couldn't see much, but she was beating his ass, and I decided, since this sphere was all charged up...

I transformed. Both my brother and his ex looked at the green light, then his ex taunted me to show up. But she was focusing more on the place where the green light showed up, and where she should have really focused on...

Was the black humanoid figure on the rooftop.

I jumped, and I kicked her back. She fell down, then she got back up and tried to punch me. But the punch went through me and it didn't hurt. Not. One. Bit. Mainly because I made a hole in it. I punched her, she grabbed a manhole cover, and she threw it at me. The pain was comparable to how tasteful water is. I extended my arm, I grabbed her face, and slammed it on the road.

Vincent should have thought of giving my brother a helmet in case things like this happened to him.

My brother was staring at me, probably also locking his eyes at the green "Shirt" underneath my black tie. I liquified myself, and disappeared off his sight, just in time when my time was running out. I got home seated in front of my computer, and later, my brother also returned home. Not being his usual self. He seated down on the dining table, and sighed. I went to see him, I almost placed my hand on Marlow, but I decided against it.

He needs to hate me. In the long run that will help him a lot... But... It has to be a slow burn, and not happen all of a sudden.

(Budweiser's P.O.V)

Hehehehehe... This sphere was a success! Of course someone like me had to create something this dangerous. Enjoy it, mister! Good luck with your mission...