• {Chapter 1}





    It was a damp foggy night Barbara his wife was sleeping soundlessly in the little
    Bed he had stolen, of course he didn't tell Barbara that because, well, she wasn't
    the type to be proud of that, I'm really a famous superhero named Jeremiah
    Raphael Jackson, though my Identity name is Morph-man because i can morph into
    Any creature that i imagined, including a demon. I Met Barbara during a mission
    to kill Sam De carton known as E-normal the darkest villain yet. she had been
    beaten,bruised and raped, she was unconscious on the damp floor outside the bar,
    it was 12:00pm and a rainy night, even though she was muddy and stunk, I Could
    see behind all that, and behind it all was A Gorgeous red haired woman, and he
    new Instantly that he loved her, he had token care of her until she had her strength
    back, and she too grew to love him. but he could Imagine what she would think if
    she were to know he had Supernatural powers. thats why he never told her she would
    leave him in a flash, and that kind of pain he couldn't handle. he slipped his jacket
    on and ran his fingers threw his dark black hair that he inherited from his mother
    Diana, Diana, his sweet mom who had died by the hands of Sam de carton in the most
    brutal way, he was 9yrs old his father was a drunken b*****d who Abused my mother
    whenever he were to drink and thats why he was Arrested when i was 8, my mom
    and me were walking to the store and thats when Sam de carton Attacked her, she told
    me to run and i had, but only a short way behind a wall where i saw my mother brutally
    murdered, and i swore to get revenge on the b*****d, i was in a corner, crying aching
    to be with my mother, thats when an angel had rosed down next to me and gave me supernatural
    powers, she showed me how to use them and how to control them, and when i was complete
    she fed me farewell and vanished, now here i am in the small town of Cleveland Ohio
    with my 24 year old wife. How old am i? 26 in human age, but ever sense i turned 18
    i never aged sense. been alive sense 1981 and am encouraged to keep on living.
    I Slipped out the front door and into the foggy dampened nights air. i had work
    to do and yes, it was dealing with Sam de Carton, i wouldn't rest a single night until
    i murdered him for what he had done to my mother Diana. i wouldn't drive because it
    would be to noisy so i morphed into a coyote, i began to run threw the nights air
    seeing clearly though it was foggy. i had to think hard, remember where Sam De Carton
    always drank, ate, and most of all slept, he would strike him hard,fast, easily,
    he would never no what was coming for'em. he swerved in front of a car and sped
    across the street flying threw red lights until finally he came to an old Abandoned
    cracked house, known as Sam De Carton's Layer. he walked
    around to the back of the house and turned into moister and slipped threw the cracks
    that surrounded the house from bottom to top. when inside he didn't return to human form
    afraid of being spotted so instead he turned invisible. he wandered threw the house
    searching each cracked up smelly room until he could find where sam de carton slept.

    He would have to turn into a highly Alerted Animal to sense where he slept and where
    his Henchmen were. the only small non seeing animal he could think of was a owl. he morphed
    quickly smoothly and silently until finally he had morphed, his vision had come More
    Alerted and his hearing and most of all his senses. he shut his bat eyes perched on the
    musty dirty floor which stank of blood and must, and most of all Decay. he wasn't surprised
    though. Sam De carton was an Abomination to the human world, he could kill or fright
    one without regret. fully focused now he sniffed the foul air and began to fly
    threw the musty air. choking back a burst of bile, he flew swiftly pass the lazy guards
    and what Sam called his "Highly Aware Guards", yeah right more like slackers, soon
    he was in front of the chipped wooden door. he put his small owl ear to the chipped door
    to hear if Sam de carton was either awake or Sleeping. he seemed to be awake perched in
    a chair he could hear it spin. he sighed greatly, he was planing on attacking him when
    he was sleeping but the sun would be rising soon and His sweet Barbara would be wondering
    where he had snuck off to. and that he wasn't sure he could explain without giving away
    his Identity, so there for he would have to defeat him while he was awake, such a pitty.
    He morphed back to his handsome human self and pushed open the door locking his hated gaze
    upon Sam de carton. "Ah Sam Old buddy. How Are you?" Jeremiah Asked Smugly.
    Sam de carton stared at him clearly shocked that he was here. "Good good, how is that dead
    mother of yours?" he asked grinning Evilly. there was an Ache in Jeremiah's heart of the mention
    of his dead mother, he could still see the imprinted image of his dead mother on the ground.
    slaughtered by sam de carton. he growled "You know well as i do that YOU killed her".
    Sam smirked clearly found of his skills. "Ah. Yes, i remember now, killing her was truly
    fun. seeing the shocked look on your face was simply....Astonishing" he said licking his
    lips. Jeremiah pounced for him no longer doing small talk, this man had murdered the
    only one he cared about, the only one that sat in his room day and night and comforted him
    even though she had been beaten by his father, she was the one who hugged him and made
    him cookies even though her legs were sore from being kicked in them a thousand times
    by his dad, she never did have a peaceful life, and he, sam de carton had killed her,
    without regret, without pain, and now he would do the same, he would get revenge
    on the one that had no regret at killing his mother. he striked him in the face with his
    leg. heaving his head all the way around and almost off his head, sam de carton fell
    off the chair and onto the damp floor. Jeremiah kicked him in his sack and striked
    him in his lower stomach. he striked him with his fist again and again, like he had
    done to his mother, a tear slipped down, a tear for his mother, his last punch knocked
    sam de carton out for good, he hadn't gave him a chance to fight back. why should he? he did after
    all kill his Innocent mother Diana.