Reptile & Powerline: A Reversal in Polarity
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A collaborative narration by Epelesker and Ulyssestorms, featuring the characters Powerline and Reptile.
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Chapter 1: Trouble in Westside
It was just another day in Millennium City.
Of course, that meant something that meant something extraordinary could happen and no one would bat an eye. Magnificent architecture graced the skyline, heroic figures soared above the bustling streets, and the pulse of life throbbed with a ceaseless energy. Amidst the grandeur, danger lurked in every shadow, whether it be from the clash of caped crusaders or the whims of fate that could turn an innocent stroll into a perilous escapade. At least no one could complain that Millennium City was a boring place to live.
For those who called Millennium City home, the thrill of living amidst the chaos was a magnetic pull. Some sought refuge in its eccentricities, while others embraced its vibrancy and dangers as a testament to their own resilience. And then there were those like Reptile, a young vigilante, who could not imagine himself fitting in anywhere else.
On this particular day, as Reptile patrolled the streets of Westside, he spotted a commotion brewing outside Kountry Komics.
"Someone making trouble at my LCS? Not on my watch." In the feral state he assumed to fight crime, Reptile had no use for comics or any other reading material. His civilian alter ego, however, was a regular customer at the shop. Trevor Derrickson frequented Kountry Komics to pick up his pull list, eager to read the next installments of the comics he enjoyed so much. While the two personalities were not exactly the same person, they were also not entirely disconnected from each other. If there was trouble at Trevor's favorite shop, Reptile had to help. The acrobatic hero leapt across the rooftops, landing near the store's entrance as patrons streamed out in a panic. The distraught shopkeeper followed closely behind, his eyes pleading as he approached the costumed hero.
"Uh, y-you're a hero, right?" The middle-aged man, out of breath and weary, regarded the seven-foot-tall figure who looked like he could be one of VIPER's goons with a mix of apprehension and hope, sensing something oddly familiar about him.
"I'm here to help." Reptile responded.
“You wouldn’t believe... the timing you’ve got… this’ll ruin my shop!” The shopkeeper spoke in-between gasps for air.
“What’s the problem?”
“I’ve been... robbed! And I saw him… that kid! With my own eyes!”
“Out with it, old man. We don’t have all day!” The hero grew more impatient with each exaggerated inhalation the man took in. The scolding was somewhat effective, as the man straightened up and explained the situation.
“He c-came outta the power bar in my office! The surge fried all my computers, took out my lighting… and then he had the nerve to swipe my cash box! I can’t even begin to think about replacing all this stuff without any money. You have to get it all back for me!”
“Alright, chill! Where'd he run off to?”
“I only saw him go up to the second floor… maybe he was trying to find the roof access to escape!” After hearing this Reptile promptly scaled the wall and reached the top of the building. He alertly surveyed the area with his snake-like eyes.
The cold air that rushed to greet Timothy Ohlmann as he opened the door of the roof access came as a shock as he felt it over his exposed forehead. The rest of him was clad in dark and tight-fitting clothing. Jeans, turtleneck, and above all, the scarf that covered his mouth. He had thought that he didn’t need any elaborate means of hiding his identity-- not when the job was only supposed to last a few moments.
The job. He had performed many acts like this already, and against better guarded, more dangerous targets. Robbing a simple business like Kountry Komics should have been a cakewalk for someone like Timothy: he only needed to take the money and run. It should have been simple, but the young man had doubts-- pangs of regret over what he had done. He was burdened by the thought that, just perhaps, what he was doing wasn’t right. Nothing was right any more. Timothy was now a man forced to grow-up too young and equipped with something that was beyond his understanding.
If you aren’t right for the job, I’ll make you right. Those were the words that kept replaying through his mind, over and over. They were his motivation. And now he was right for the job. But this? This wasn’t the life he wanted. Not when he, as a sixteen-year-old young man, had his entire future to think about.
He winced as his eyes adjusted to the light of day, but Timothy knew that there was no time for hesitation. All he needed to do was run. Run away from everything. He quickly strode across the rooftop of Kountry Komics, scanning as he walked for any means to escape-- but he was not alone. The sight of the man-- man? What man has a tail? Is he some kind of half-lizard mutant?-- that followed him to the roof startled Timothy, and he broke into a full-out dash as fast as his legs could carry him.
Chapter 2: Chasing Lightning
Reptile lurched forward now that he could see his target. “Hey! Get back here!” the mutant hero called out as he began to chase the would-be robber as he scrambled over the edge of the rooftop to an adjacent building’s fire escape. Timothy had no time to process what was going on, other than the fact that some costumed hero--hopefully a hero--was now running behind him. Without thinking, he began to run up the iron-wrought stairs of the fire escape to their apex. It was only when he reached the top that he realized there weren’t many options left. He was cornered here… but not trapped.
Meanwhile, Reptile simply did not have time to deal with such a complicated contraption, and found the fastest way up was to, once again, scale the wall of the building. With his clawed, limber fingers, Reptile affixed himself onto the bricked-and-mortared vertical surface like a gecko suspends itself on glass. As he climbed, Reptile felt Trevor’s voice of reason dimming ever more slightly as the adrenaline rush pushed his feral instincts to the fore. He hissed delightedly at the thrill of the hunt, closing in on his prey.
Timothy peered over the edge of the apartment roof as he frantically contemplated his next actions. There was no further ground that would allow him to flee from the beast-man who pursued him. He could breach the wall and set upon him at any moment. Tim remained alert for the creature, but he was running out of time.
Reptile did not hesitate after his ascent. He scuttled forward on all fours and reared himself in a display of intimidation, sizing up the young Timothy. He was obviously much smaller in stature and felt like he’d been thrown into a cage with a lion. Except he wasn't sure which was worse.
“So you’re the guy that robbed my comic shop.” Reptile glared at his frightened prey and bared his teeth. Timothy could see two long, very sharp fangs and could almost feel them sinking into his neck. The beastly image Reptile projected was almost vampiric in its paralyzing intensity. “Surrender and I might not rip you to shreds!” Unless his mutation was pushed further than it was now, Trevor had enough control not to cause any needless harm, but using such intimidating language was often effective on petty criminals.
Timothy’s voice quivered as he responded. “St-stay back! I just want to be left alone!”
“Not when you have crimes to pay for!” Reptile hissed and pointed an accusing finger at the boy.
This was the first good look Timothy had of the hero known as Reptile.
There were many things that could be pointed out to explain why most people thought he looked threatening, even after learning he’s a crime-fighter. He was near seven-feet tall with a wiry muscled frame and sported intense snake-like eyes, claws, fangs and a tail that never seemed to hold still. He was dressed in a mostly black costume with green highlights, emblazoned on the chest with a snake’s head that seemed ready to bite.
It would be understandable if one were to take a look at Reptile and peg him as one of VIPER’s monstrous bruisers. Timothy might have thought as much, if the man hadn’t been seeking to carry out justice.
The standoff lasted a matter of moments. Timothy, trembling, inched backward. “You don’t understand what I’ve done, not one bit!” He managed to blurt out.
“You took the money and ran. Simple.” Reptile lowered his posture and tensed his muscles, slowly moving closer to the thief as he glared at him. “Now give it back or...” He lurched his claws up close to Tim’s neck. The sudden movement frightened him into crossing his arms in front of his face in self-defense. Timothy, eyes shut tight, felt his right forearm make contact with the creature as he shielded himself.
In an instant, Reptile spasmed in shock and recoiled as a spark of electricity arced into him. He growled and hissed in pain as he landed awkwardly on his rear. “Argh, what the...?” He quickly regained his composure and sprung back to a stand. “Now you’re gonna get it!” He seemed ready to tear away, but the thief had already bolted away from him, and quite literally so.
Timothy started running even before Reptile touched the ground. There was an electronic sign on the side of the building and his gut instinct pushed him toward it. He took hold of the neon letters with both hands and concentrated. All thoughts were pushed out of his mind, save for his desire to escape to anywhere without hostile lizard-men. As he did so, Tim felt his body lighten as it converted to energy, and was drawn into the circuity of the lighting. Then… nothing more than pure movement as he was subsumed into the current.
Tim had vanished from the spot without a trace.
However, moments later, a loud bang could be heard from a nearby power pole as a fuse let off a burst of sparks…. Then another. And then more, all the way down the street.
Before he could lose sight of the sparks, Reptile darted forward, following the powerlines in pursuit. Adrenaline pumped through his system as he sprinted on all fours. He was like a feral jungle cat following the scent of its prey. Reptile felt something that Trevor was always cautious of letting him have too much of. The beast was having fun.
Chapter 3: A Short-Circuited Escape
Timothy felt the essence of his being pulled by the current of the power line for what seemed to be both an eternity and an instant. Becoming pure energy robbed him of his senses, and while he had some semblance of mind in this form, he could only think about one thing in particular: escape. He was running away from something, someone--who or what that was didn’t matter.
But nearly as soon as it began, Tim felt himself jarred from his single-minded reverie back into the real world, back into his flesh-and-blood body.
He emerged from a power pole’s sparking insulator and sailed through the air onto another building roof, one that was paved in concrete. He landed with a thud and-- not having prepared for his sudden exit--rolled several times before coming to a stop, laying face down in a sprawl. Timothy’s body was wracked with dull pain as he slowly attempted to bring himself to his feet, but he did not get far as he felt a foot push down on him, sharp claws threatening to breach through the fabric of his jacket and pierce his skin.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Reptile demanded as he pressed down on Timothy’s torso in an attempt to restrain him.
Timothy struggled to reply, and his voice was weak. “Get… off of me...”
“Looks like you’re all out of juice, kid. Where’s the money?”
Timothy, still face down, could only quietly mutter the words “don’t have” in response.
“What was that? You trying to tell me something?”
“I said I don’t have it!” Tim yelled as best he could.
Reptile sneered and hissed at the thief. “Then what did you do with it?” His eyes shifted left and right. “Were you not alone?”
Timothy remained silent.
“It doesn’t matter how many of you there are,” the hero continued, “because I’ll hunt all of you down until I find every last penny. So you better tell me where it is or--”
“I left it behind!” Tim interjected.
“That’s a lie. The owner saw you take it with his own eyes. Tell me! What did you do with the cash you stole!?”
Timothy tensed himself and his hands clenched into fists. “I told you, I left it behind… I didn’t want it. I don’t want anything to do with this any more!” The boy pounded the ground in frustration.
“You little-” Reptile removed his foot and rolled Timothy over so he was looking back at him. “You really expect me to believe that?” He patted down the suspect, finding nothing in any of his pockets--not even a wallet. “You better start talking before I lose my cool.” said Reptile, his aggressive manner concealing the confusion and worry that was brewing inside. How many more of them might there be?
Timothy laboriously pushed himself up to a sitting position. “Okay, I’ll… tell you. But, can you let me…. sit somewhere else?”
Reptile contemplated his decision for a moment. He looked around and registered no signs of other hostiles. “Fine. But move that scarf out of your face and don’t even think about trying to bolt from me. Now, get up and sit over there.” He pointed to the ledge.
Timothy nodded as he got up from his spot and paced slowly to the edge of the roof. He looked down to the ground below for a moment. The adrenaline from the earlier rush of energy was draining away from him and he needed to collect his thoughts. He would have stood there for longer if it weren’t for the presence of his captor.
The boy looked behind at Reptile again, still having not at least pushed down what was covering his face. Quietly, he spoke. “I won’t run away. Promise.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself... I want to see that sorry face of yours,” Reptile demanded. He was calm, but he had made himself clear. Tim grabbed the folds of his crimson neckpiece and tugged downwards, the fabric sliding down the tip of his nose and over his mouth as they were greeted with the cold, crisp air.
Reptile looked at the boy’s face. He looked to be only a few years younger than himself. Now that he could see his face and hear his voice properly, Reptile was feeling more comfortable with letting Tim explain himself.
“Go on. Talk.”
Tim sat on the ledge and took a few deep breaths prior to attempting to start his confession from the beginning. “Okay. I’ll tell you… I--” His voice faltering, he cautiously looked around to either side of himself before settling his gaze on Reptile.
Chapter 4: Capture & Confession
“It was my job… I was supposed to steal the money from Kountry Komics. I thought I could get in and out without having anyone notice, but when I saw the owner in the office, I panicked! I only grabbed the first thing I saw and made a break for it...”
“So you are a thief.” Reptile glared at him.
“Yeah.” Timothy looked down, ashamed. “But, you’ve got me all wrong if you think I’m nothing more than a criminal…”
“You just admitted to a crime. That makes you a criminal. And I think you know what we do with criminals around here!” Reptile hissed.
“No! You don’t understand! I’m serious about leaving the cash behind. I’ve been… I’m not doing this because I want to!”
“What... Now you’re saying you were forced to do this? I’d think about exercising that right to be silent, now.”
Tim thought for a moment before responding. “Forced… yeah, at first, that’s what it was. The guys I fell in with… their boss gave me powers somehow and made me learn how to use them. When they saw I could do... what I do? They started treating me like one of them. Then, they told me to come along on their heists and I went along with it.”
“You probably heard of it on the news somewhere,” Tim continued. “The recent incidents. Mysterious power outages followed by attempted robberies -- businesses across Westside, storage parks controlled by other mobs, at First National Bank…”
“I remember those. I was patrolling more often around those areas when they started, but never got to the scene on time. This time though, you weren’t so lucky.”
“I… I was responsible for the blackouts. My powers… they called me ‘Grid’ because I could enter buildings through their electrical systems. The surges I caused from doing that were more of a distraction than anything else. The rest of them did most of the work, at least until we hit that bank. That… that was when--”
Timothy slumped in his spot while he stared at Reptile with a look of desperation. He felt his emotions welling up, and--for better or worse--there was an outlet right in front of him.
“All I thought this was going to be was a job where I wouldn’t feel like trash and people actually appreciated me.” Timothy paused and looked at his hand. He could feel the tingle of electricity course through his body, which coalesced into dancing arcs at his fingertips. “I didn’t ask for a life like this… I didn’t ask for the powers… but I’m too far in to turn back!” His voice was shaking.
“Whoa… calm down,” Reptile interjected, though the shift in his tone hinted that Trevor's rationality was regaining control. Internally, his conscience opined in empathy for the boy in front of him. He’s almost like I was... not too long ago.
“Alright, then…” He began, after a few moments of contemplation. “If that’s all you have to say for yourself, then let me tell you what I think.”
Within moments the towering lizard-man’s body started to shift, losing its exaggerated, bestial qualities as it shrank before Timothy’s eyes. He was just a couple of inches taller than his would-be prey now. His claws regressed into dull nails, and his tail twitched as it was pulled in and assimilated into his lower back--the young man’s costume sealing up behind to conceal any trace of it. The hero grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as the change took place. When he reopened them, the eyes with which the man looked back at Tim were human, like his own.
This was the man that dwelt within the beast.
Reptile, or rather, Trevor smiled at the boy whose mouth was agape in shock from watching the young man’s transformation. “What did you say your name was? ‘Grid’, right?”
Timothy hesitated to answer that question for a moment. “Yeah, but… Call me Tim. T-Timothy Ohlmann.”
“Nice to meet you, Tim. You can call me Trevor. The other guy’s called Reptile, by the way.”
“Thanks… I guess it’s nice to meet you, too--wait. Other guy? But there’s only you here.”
“Yeah, but I’m not exactly the same person I was just a minute ago.” He pulled back his mask and revealed his face, which no longer held any qualities that were out of the ordinary. “You see, Tim, my morphology isn’t the only thing that changes during my metamorphosis. The way my brain works is altered too. I won’t bore you with the details. But, basically, he’s the one with the brawn and I’m the one with this…” He tapped a finger against the side of his head. “And, unfortunately, it’s either one or the other with us.” Trevor laughed.
“Speaking of brains, I think I only got half the words you said… but good to know,” Timothy said, managing to crack a small smirk. Trevor’s now-jovial attitude and human appearance were uplifting to his own spirits, if however slightly. The burden of his guilt still weighed heavily on him.
Chapter 5: A Second Chance
Trevor made quick strides to the ledge Timothy was resting on and took a seat beside him. He eased a hand toward Tim’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him before the tingle of the electric aura that surrounded the boy reminded Trevor to keep his distance. Opting to let his arms drape to his lap, Trevor calmly spoke to the troubled soul beside him.
“Look, Tim. I know the crap you’re going through. Two years ago, I was thrown into practically the exact same situation. I’d rather spare you the details, but I will say this: don’t let anyone make you think that they have control over your life. You’re the decider of your actions, not them.”
“I… guess you’re right. But...” Tim’s head sunk. “I can’t just take off from all these things that I’ve done. Not that I wouldn’t mind running away, it’s just that I’m in too deep at this point. And they’ve told me what they’ll do if I betray them.”
“They won’t be able to do a thing. Not when I’m around, and certainly not if you use what they gave you against them.”
Timothy looked at Trevor with a quizzical look. “You mean... the powers? But--”
“Exactly!” Trevor exclaimed. “What do you think they’re for? Doing others’ dirty work? They’re your powers, no one can tell you what to do with them.”
“I… never even wanted this!” Timothy held back tears as his fists tightened and shined with static sparks.
“Whether you asked for it or not, what you have is something special. It doesn’t have to be used for burglaries. You just need to decide to use them for doing what’s right. It’s all up to you, not to those gangsters.”
“But… I’ve seen what they can do. And they definitely won’t just let me go.”
“You’re probably right about that. But that doesn’t mean you have to let that scare you out of doing what’s right and changing yourself for the better. And when you teach those fools who they’ve been messing with? It’ll be the best feeling in the world and you’ll see just how much you’re capable of.”
“You mean, I should fight back!? I can’t do that… the other guys-- there aren’t many others but they have powers! And what they can do is insane!” He looked genuinely afraid.
“That’s the other thing, Tim,” Trevor said as he nodded approvingly. “Don’t think this is something you have to do alone either. I mean, think about where you’d be right now if another hero caught you in the act! You’d be doing time, no question. And even worse if it was one of those gangsters coming to collect on your, uh, failure.”
Timothy shuddered to think about dealing with the consequences either way.
“What I’m saying is that those guys will have to go through me if they want to get to you. And... I’ll help you clear your name.”
Hearing those words shocked Tim upright. “Y-you will?” His eyes lit up. “You aren’t going to turn me in?”
Trevor shook his head. “Us superheroes aren’t like the cops, we don’t have to do everything the rules tell us. We save people. And sometimes that means giving someone a second chance. And that’s all that some people need to redeem themselves, not time behind bars.”
“Tell you what,” he continued. “There’s this place I want to show you… but you gotta promise me that you’re going to make good on this.” Trevor grit his teeth as he began to shift once again into his bestial form. His snake eyes met Tim’s weary gaze.
“What do you say? Answer quick… I’m not as patient now.”
Timothy nodded profusely. “A-a-alright, alright! I promise. Honestly! Just don’t… hurt me...”
Trevor smiled at Tim with a toothy grin. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Just make sure you keep up. I won’t be turning back to find you.” He winked.
Reptile sprang into motion, making his way across Westside while Tim struggled to keep up, occasionally closing the gap with bursts of lightning-quick speed. In most other cities, the duo might have drawn considerable attention, but in Millennium City, they barely warranted a second glance from the jaded citizens. If you were staring at two unrenowned supers darting through the streets, you were probably a tourist.
