New Mexico
[A/N: Yo! Soxit seems my publishing time deducting skills are not as good as I imagined. So I'll post whenever I feel like it inside a day. Enjoy!]
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Chapter 10:
Year 2011
A year has passed. Inside the Goodman Mansion, Training Ground.
Whoosh!
Swish!
For the past year, Michael has solely focused on shaping his dimensional energy. He could make constructs out of dimensional energy and could manipulate it from as far as his sight could go.
He also experimented on solidifying his dimensional energy and also tried teleporting, but he failed miserably at both without even coming close.
Overall, he felt like he massively improved on his dimensional control.
"Young master, you should take a bath, you have school on three hours. I sent some boys to unpack your things on your apartment, everything will be ready when you get to Queens.
"Thank you Doberman." Michael nodded and stopped his training.
Michael took a shower, dressed nicely and after a bit, he got outside and entered the car with Doberman.
"How is the new company doing?" asked Michael.
"With the funds you gave us, we were able to get in track, we're expected to start making profit after two months." Doberman answered.
"Good."
With some of the money he received from Kingpin, he decided to open a corporation. Michael called it MDC. Which stood for Moon Dimensional Corp.
Within this corporation, were a few companies for various fields.
Weaponry, Clothes&Fashion Design, and Biology.
Michael created these companies while having the future in mind. Soon enough, the people of this earth will realize that they were never alone in this world.
Michael intends to sell the paranoid people weapons made with advanced technology, clothes and suits that are capable of withstanding bullets and medicines that'll help to keep a lot of people alive.
Currently, these companies were only selling normal products though, even so, Michael expected to gain profits to expand even more after he gains this advanced technology.
After thirty minutes of ride, they finally arrived at Midtown Middle School.
Doberman opened the door for Michael.
"Is that a white Rolls Royce?"
"A rich kid is at our school."
Michael got out of the car and was welcomed by the gazes of ten to thirteen years old.
Michael's appearance was godly for the mundane. His pale white face, his mesmerizing void black irises and black hair all worked together to make an ultimate specimen.
Even though he was ten years old, his maturity and slight enhanced physique made him look like a fifteen years old without a problem. He currently had a height of 1.7 meters(5'6), a massive increase in height for the past year.
"You can go now Doberman, I don't need you here. Also, keep me updated by phone if there are weird sightings in New Mexico."
"You have told me dozens of times already." Doberman commented, totally oblivious to the fact that Michael could blow his head up.
"Just reminding you." Michael said as he put the school bag on his shoulder and walked towards the school entrance.
"Please don't skip classes.."
Michael ignored his annoying errand boy and got inside the school.
The school here was like a cheap version of Midtown High school. Even the name was a lesser version.
Frank insisted that Michael goes at least to a private business school. Michael was starting to regret his decision as he got annoyed by the stares.
He looked at the paper in his hand and looked at his classes.
Homeroom..
….
Ms. Kean stood before her classroom full of students and prepared to introduce a new student. She received news from the principal himself about the situation. She realized that she'll have to deal with a rich and arrogant brat.
The door was unlocked and entered Michael.
Ms. Kean gestured to Michael to come close to her.
"Students, this is a transfer student from Manhattan, make sure he feels at home. How about you introduce yourself.?." She turned to Michael.
"My name is Michael Redrose, I come from Manhattan, Pleasure to be you acquaintance."
Michael didn't really know how to deal with kids, and cringed at his introduction while Ms. Kean was relieved that she didn't have to deal with a rude brat.
"Take an empty seat Michael.." Instructed Ms. Kean.
Michael proceeded to go to the last seat by the window.
He also found a kid familiar to him just a seat in front of him.
Peter Parker, the future Spiderman.
He barely recognized him due to how young he is right now, but after glancing at him for a bit, he realized it.
"H-hi, I'm Peter, nice to meet you." Peter turned slightly back and introduced himself, his movements were awkward due to his indecision if he should offer a handshake or not.
"Nice to meet you Peter." Michael nodded.
The month passed like that without any events really happening. Michael trained his dimensional control everyday, while also studying some things too.
The company started to generate profit after all legal documents, patents of the products were registered. Michael also used the name of the Goodman Family to publicize it.
"Young master, there were weird sightings in New Mexico this morning, one of our men just confirmed it." Doberman entered Michael's room.
Michael smiled and immediately got out of bed,
"Get the private jet ready, we're heading to New Mexico." He stepped into his wardrobe and chose his outfit.
~New Mexico, Hammer Camp.
At a sighting in New Mexico, SUVs and all kinds of vehicles were parked around one place. In the middle of all stations, fences and tents stood a hammer, an immovable hammer, Mjölnir.
"Try and figure out what the hell's wrong with the hammer and inform me about it, Coulson."
"Yes sir!"
Click!
It's Phil Coulson, a high level agent for Shield. He is a commandeer on this mission, he was having a headache dealing with a hammer falling out of nowhere. They tried everyway they could to move it, but it was impossible.
"The fences and tapes are all set sir!" An agent informed Coulson and left.
"I had enough on my plate trying to find out about that kid, and I'm called on another bothersome mission." Phil shook his head as he sighed.
For the past year, he has surveilled the actions of a ten year old mutant. A powerful one who was able to beat up Wilson Fisk, a.k.a Kingpin. Such power couldn't go unsurveilled by them. The kid's movements always seemed careful and if it wasn't for Phil sending agents to follow him around, he would have went unnoticed by every camera.
Phil also notified Daisy Johnson, a.k.a Quake about Michael and information about his powers, so she can immediately be dispatched if Michael does something big against the law while using his dangerous powers.
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~ Private jet.
Inside the private jet, it could be seen that Michael was sitting comfortably on the couch, while sipping sprite.
"If you don't mind me asking young master, why are you so interested about what's happening in New Mexico?" Doberman asked.
"Sip! I sensed divinity. Sip!." Michael responded.
Doberman rolled his eyes and let go.
In actuality, Michael wanted to test something. To see if the power that Thor has, comes from a dimension, or does it work just like the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj or if it's a personal power.
If it's indeed a dimension, then he'll try to make a connection with this dimension and gain access to its energy. It would be like he was the god of thunder.
As he went deeper into his thoughts, sleep took him.
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After 3 hours, they arrived in the airport of New Mexico. Afterwards, they took more less then 20 minutes to get to the Hammer Camp.
"This is a restricted area, I'm afraid you can't enter."
A policemen wearing his 'work clothes' stopped them from entering.
"I suppose you're with Shield? What's with the disguise anyway?" Michael was weirded out, leaving the poor shield agent speechless.
"Agent Phil Coulson should know me as Michael Redrose, as long as you ask him, I'll be allowed inside." Michael said.
The shield agent didn't know who he was talking to, the kid, or the tall gentleman sit a suit on.
"Alright, wait here while I check?" The agent took out his walkie talkie and left inside one of the tents.
…
Michael has indeed noticed how sometimes he was being followed by black colored cars. He also noticed Phil Coulson, just a week after the Kingpin incident. Even though it was only one time he saw him, it confirmed to him that the organization sees him as a high level mutant.
Afterall not many mutants can easily destroy a wall in a second, at least not these early days.
"You can go in." The agent came back and said.
"Took long enough." Muttered Michael and entered the area.
Doberman hopelessly followed, having no clue of what the hell goes around. For the past years, he did things without knowing the reasons to. Like a lost puppy at sea, swimming because the owner promised to meet him at the other side.
'Wait.. Am I an errand boy?' Thought Doberman astonished. His worst fear was coming true. The fear of being only useful to do errands. After thinking about the stuff Michael has told him to do these years, he indeed confirmed.
'I really am.. A freaking errand boy.' Doberman wanted to cry, but couldn't…
[A/N: Emergency Sequence Nr. 2 activated! Drop the stonezzz inside the mine again and let's accomplish the goal of getting 250 chaps inside a week and you'll get an extra chap.
250 Pw Stonez = 1 extra chapter
500 Pw Stonez = 2 extra chapters
1000 Pw stonezz = 3 extra chapters]