Rated Teen for some language and violence.
Johnny Blazer : Chapter One
Johnny sat up, alone, on his double bed. He scratched his head and propped his feet on the ground, steadily. His alarm clock read 5:00 AM. Johnny yawned and was amazed at how time went by so fast when he was asleep. He felt like drifting back to the comforts of rest again.... it was tempting.... but Johnny knew he couldn't do that today. This was the day he had been waiting for for years. Johnny slowly walked to his alarm clock and turned it off. He then walked to his bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth. He took a shower, which shook off his sleepiness, and definitely refreshed him. Johnny, now dried off and in his street clothes, opened his closet and gazed at it for a second. He swiftly threw away a tuxedo suit, a relaxed set of jeans, and a T-Shirt. Under the heap of worthless clothes, was his bright and vivid set of spandex he had used months of his time to create. It was a costume with a huge, fiery J in the center of the chest area. A circle surrounding it was colored blue. The entire rest of the spandex suit was in a black, except for each arm/leg joints which was colored yellow. The helmet was also black, with a yellow top and small slots for the eyes. Johnny took a deep breath and put the spandex suit on. Johnny felt like a new person in the suit...... and he felt relieved. He knew now, at this moment, that his years of martial arts training would pay off. All his blood, sweat, and tears would not be in vain. He would now avenge his wife.
Johnny remembered the exact day his wife perished. It was on a Saturday, at dusk. They were walking in the park, and they were having fun. They were playing with their son, Timmy. The day had been very energetic, like an Olympic athlete in a race. Jenny, his wife, had just brought ice cream for his son, and they were heading for their car. Johnny noticed a dark, shady figure in the corner of his eye. "It's nothing. Just a homeless person probably," he thought. He had just entered the car, and Jenny had buckled Timmy up in his seat. His 7 year old son gleamed as he licked his vanilla ice cream cone. "I like ice cream!," he exclaimed. Johnny laughed and nodded. "I'm sure you do bud!" Jenny had closed the door and smiled at Johnny. "Let's go home now." But before Johnny could even step on the pedal, a man in his late 40's, with a beard and wearing a trenchcoat pounded on Jenny's window, carrying a gun. "DON'T DRIVE AWAY OR I'LL SHOOT!" the man said, whose voice was muffled by the window. He was waving around a Revolver of some sort, and kept tapping on the window. The both of them were obviously in shock. "Uh- Uh..... unroll the window honey. Just give him all the money we have..." Jenny nodded and unrolled the window, but as soon as she did so, the man punched her, and put his arm in to reach for the handle. "NO, GET OFF MY WIFE!" Johnny screamed. He tried grabbing the Revolver, tried tugging it, sinking his nails into his hand;anything to release the man's grasp of the weapon. But he failed. The man screamed in pain and accidentally pulled the trigger, causing a fatal shot to his wife. "Oh shit!" said the thug. His eyes widened in horror, as his wife started pouring blood from her chest. The street thug quickly dropped the Revolver and ran away, his footsteps pounding on the pavement..... his son's screams ringing in the night. "Oh my god... honey... this is all my fault!" exclaimed Johnny. "Don't.... blame yourself.... Johnny.... it... it isn't your fault....." Jenny's eyes rolled back as she took her last breath. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Johnny's screams filled the night air for hours.
Johnny's tears trickled down his red, puffy cheeks, which soon turned to slanted eyebrows and grinded teeth in anger. "I won't let you down." Johnny snatched his binoculars on his desk and peered through the window, with his newfound and increased vision. He scanned the night street for any hostile thugs of any sort. He found nothing, searching for hours, until he finally found a bald, chubby man in a jacket and a T-Shirt in an alley cornering a lady with a purse. "Straight out of a comic book..." Johnny said under his breath. He quickly grabbed 2 knives and his brass knuckles from his kitchen sink, and shoved the knives in his utility belt. He slipped on the brass knuckles and, before storming out of his apartment room, payed a small visit to his sleeping son, and kissed him in his sleep. Johnny ran down to the first floor and made sure nobody was there to see him. He quickly dashed out of the apartments and tracked down the same alley he saw in his hotel window. The man was still there, using the night as his protection, to prey on the innocent. "Gimme your purse you whore!" the fat thug shouted. Johnny walked to the man, who was unaware of his presence, and grabbed his shoulder. "Don't call her a whore you bastard!" The man turned around in surprise, only to see a fist pounding against his face. "Aghh!!!" The man quickly thrusted his hand into his pocket and whipped out his Revolver pistol. A flashback of the man in the trenchcoat shooting his wife played in his head. Johnny snapped back to reality, and now angry, shouted "NOOO!!!" Johnny continued his barrage with a uppercut and 2 jabs to his stomach. The dazed street thug, obviously in no condition to fight, stumbled back a few steps, as Johnny gracefully finished with a strong kick to the fat man's face. A heavy thud interrupted the floating dust around the alley as the man fell, and his Revolver pistol scurried away and fell under a garbage can. "T-thank you sir!" the woman whispered quickly, obviously in shock. "No problem ma'am, just be more careful next time you roam in the night alone." Johnny smiled as he said that, and before leaving, dialed 911 on the lady's phone. "One down, who knows who many the hell is left..."
END CHAPTER ONE.
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Chapter Two : http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/awesummed-comics-johnny-blazer-2/683262/
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