Meme Doc P.H.D
Blazefire: Vengeance, Issue #1: Dark Origins/Year One
Forward: Due to budget concerns and lack of figures (just kidding), I am writing a Blazefire series that was originally supposed to be a one-shot prequel, but as part of the new slate, this is going to continuous, much more like a miniseries and is slightly different than my usual comics because this features narration and a small change in writing.
Around 13 years prior....
“Shephard! You will stay here this instant! Have I not given you enough?”
“I’m already old enough to choose things and do whatever the hell I want!
“Leave and I will excommunicate you this instance! And your sister...”
“Don’t even think about it. I’m already done with you. I’ll be my own hero.”
And that, he left out, slamming the doors in front of many eyes darting around , their eyes staring and glancing, mouths mumbling, some whispering and talking behind him. The once young, proud protege of a smuggler, never existed in his group anymore. But he had suffered enough since childhood. His mind drifted to something different as he exited...
(Cut to streets around Los Angeles, Blazefire walks in the rain, costume clad)
But it was not the end for him. He had different plans of his own life.
(Cut to flashback)
It all started because the two disagreed upon something. A rift that would be hard to close, the wounds that would never heal. All because of a war against their enemies, when the mentor forbid his most trusted protege trying to contact his family, who only wanted them safe, but the mentor did not allow it. They were in the middle of something big, as the protege worried for his sister the most. He had supported his family by participating in illegal activities. Until one of the agencies (P.E.) interfered, the war had stopped, the protege realised it was too late.
His mother died from leukaemia at her uncle’s home.
And no one was by her side. His father was still working, doing night jobs and flying around for more work, despite the money he had, it was saved for the expensive medical operations. His sister was on the other side of Chicago, attending art school and was writing on her thesis.
Just too late. And it was one of those reasons between the two’s distrust.
The funeral was held quickly, despite all family members were present, the mentor took him away, stripping the protege’s time to mourn. He barely had time to blame himself as the smugglers had to reform themselves and rebuild their bases.
Blazefire: I could have saved my mother, and yet you stopped me. I never had time to save her!
Hendrix: What that matters is not important. The war is my most concern. And did you not know that war always has casualties?
Blazefire: Then you’re no different than the others. Just a cruel, cold dictator. I should haven’t been here in the first place.
Hendrix: Uh, uh. Careful about that. You might want to rethink your words carefully. What’s the rules of our smuggling? Our code?
Blazefire: *mumbles*...
After that, many months passed, as the young protege still kept on working for the mentor. More events had to come by. He had forbid him from dating on the outside, banned him from seeing his family, forbid any vigilante activities, induction of any super-powered beings in. One day, the protege had enough. He snapped at him.
Blazefire: I’m done
Hendrix: What do you mean? This shipment is still...
Blazefire: You know what, you’re not the same teacher I knew anymore. I’m not your son. More like trying to control my life like a puppet! All those mission I performed for you...it was f***ing pointless!
Hendrix: Heed your words carefully, I’ll give you one more chance to say thi—
Blazefire: You took my life away from me! I looked up to you as a better father figure and then what happens next?! I got my life stolen! Lying about everything and covering it up, is that how you do things? Good lord, you’ve changed....
Hendrix: I am doing what I can, for you own good!
Blazefire: It doesn’t seem like it.
And the two argued on for hours. It wasn’t until then...
(Conversation cuts back to beginning)
The former protege looked up at the sky, his eyes starting to burn and his suit started to look more drenched. But then he had finally decided to stop thinking, and proceeded to run into the deep night.
He was going to be a vigilante.
Blazefire: Vengeance, Issue #1: Dark Origins/Year One
Forward: Due to budget concerns and lack of figures (just kidding), I am writing a Blazefire series that was originally supposed to be a one-shot prequel, but as part of the new slate, this is going to continuous, much more like a miniseries and is slightly different than my usual comics because this features narration and a small change in writing.
Around 13 years prior....
“Shephard! You will stay here this instant! Have I not given you enough?”
“I’m already old enough to choose things and do whatever the hell I want!
“Leave and I will excommunicate you this instance! And your sister...”
“Don’t even think about it. I’m already done with you. I’ll be my own hero.”
And that, he left out, slamming the doors in front of many eyes darting around , their eyes staring and glancing, mouths mumbling, some whispering and talking behind him. The once young, proud protege of a smuggler, never existed in his group anymore. But he had suffered enough since childhood. His mind drifted to something different as he exited...
(Cut to streets around Los Angeles, Blazefire walks in the rain, costume clad)
But it was not the end for him. He had different plans of his own life.
(Cut to flashback)
It all started because the two disagreed upon something. A rift that would be hard to close, the wounds that would never heal. All because of a war against their enemies, when the mentor forbid his most trusted protege trying to contact his family, who only wanted them safe, but the mentor did not allow it. They were in the middle of something big, as the protege worried for his sister the most. He had supported his family by participating in illegal activities. Until one of the agencies (P.E.) interfered, the war had stopped, the protege realised it was too late.
His mother died from leukaemia at her uncle’s home.
And no one was by her side. His father was still working, doing night jobs and flying around for more work, despite the money he had, it was saved for the expensive medical operations. His sister was on the other side of Chicago, attending art school and was writing on her thesis.
Just too late. And it was one of those reasons between the two’s distrust.
The funeral was held quickly, despite all family members were present, the mentor took him away, stripping the protege’s time to mourn. He barely had time to blame himself as the smugglers had to reform themselves and rebuild their bases.
Blazefire: I could have saved my mother, and yet you stopped me. I never had time to save her!
Hendrix: What that matters is not important. The war is my most concern. And did you not know that war always has casualties?
Blazefire: Then you’re no different than the others. Just a cruel, cold dictator. I should haven’t been here in the first place.
Hendrix: Uh, uh. Careful about that. You might want to rethink your words carefully. What’s the rules of our smuggling? Our code?
Blazefire: *mumbles*...
After that, many months passed, as the young protege still kept on working for the mentor. More events had to come by. He had forbid him from dating on the outside, banned him from seeing his family, forbid any vigilante activities, induction of any super-powered beings in. One day, the protege had enough. He snapped at him.
Blazefire: I’m done
Hendrix: What do you mean? This shipment is still...
Blazefire: You know what, you’re not the same teacher I knew anymore. I’m not your son. More like trying to control my life like a puppet! All those mission I performed for you...it was f***ing pointless!
Hendrix: Heed your words carefully, I’ll give you one more chance to say thi—
Blazefire: You took my life away from me! I looked up to you as a better father figure and then what happens next?! I got my life stolen! Lying about everything and covering it up, is that how you do things? Good lord, you’ve changed....
Hendrix: I am doing what I can, for you own good!
Blazefire: It doesn’t seem like it.
And the two argued on for hours. It wasn’t until then...
(Conversation cuts back to beginning)
The former protege looked up at the sky, his eyes starting to burn and his suit started to look more drenched. But then he had finally decided to stop thinking, and proceeded to run into the deep night.
He was going to be a vigilante.