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A story of a friend's OC's. Not my story, just sharing it. Hope yall enjoy it!
The Journey of A Hero
An original story by Officialkat14



Chapter 1: Notre Dame
No matter where you look, you always see the same types of people. You have the outcasts, the wealthy, the peacemakers, the peacebreakers, and the in-between, who don’t really have a role. When I look around, all I see is the peacebreakers and outcasts, the ones not good enough to even fit in the middle class. I see these people every day, trying to get by, but not being able to. So...they resort to violence and chaos, the one thing they’re good at and the one thing that makes them happy. It’s like a drug to these people. I always wonder why they even bother, why I bother, but then I realize that we all do this because this is how we were raised, how we survived, and I realize that this is home.
In today’s world, we have heroes, villains, and commoners. Since 3030, people have discovered that they have abilities, Talents, as the government calls them. The year is 3068 and I, Notre Dame, A.K.A, Sarah Gray, am the top villain in New Jersey. I moved my way through the ranks, knocking down runt villains on the way, and made my way to the throne. Well, I’m here to tell you why and how I became the best hero in the galaxy
Chapter 2: Origins
It all started in August of 3029, when a massive wave of eerie, purple light, passed over the earth. Several months later, around November, children at the age of 3 started experiencing strange abilities. One kid started levitating, one went invisible, and all the usual stuff you see in comic books. Starting in March of 3030, the new generation of children at the age of 3 started getting unique abilities. For example: plant control, electric kiss, the hacker’s touch, etc, etc. The governments all over the world did all the tests they could to see what was happening, but after examining the children, they said it was like it was in their DNA. Almost like it was a natural process. So, after two years, the government started calling these abilities Talents and started making laws to keep these Talents under control. Shortly after the laws were made, the corrupt people of the world thought they could use these Talents of theirs for selfish purposes, like taking over entire cities. These people are classified as villains. For a while, the government couldn’t do anything about these villains, and entire cities went into ruin. Those who tried to use their Talents for good, to stop the villains, were classified as vigilantes since the government couldn’t control their actions either. Although, eventually, that changed, and people took a stand. We needed people who could control this chaos. The government then added the title “Hero” as an official occupation. Some people did it for good, others for the money. The fallen cities were repaired and cleaned up, returning to normal.
In 3054, I was born as Sarah Evelyn Gray, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I was born a 3.4 lb, preemie baby, meaning I was born early. So even in the beginning, I was the runt and flaw of the family. My dad hated me. His line of the family consisted of a line of people with the Talent of pyrokinesis, allowing them to be the richest family in New York and New Jersey, which should say something. My mom didn’t like me, but she at least tolerated me. Her family all had Talents related to telekinesis and psychic Talents. Making them the second richest family in the area. My father tried to avoid me as much as he possibly could, claiming the excuse of “business meetings”. Mom took care of me at the bare minimum she could, only so she didn’t get arrested for neglect to her child, not that it would have mattered if she did. All that would have happened is she went to jail for maybe an hour, getting bailed out, and you’d hear about it in the news the next morning. Of course, she couldn’t have that because it would ruin her precious reputation in this oh-so-perfect world. I ruin her reputation in this world. In effect to me being the flaw, I was hidden away from the world for much of my childhood. I was still forced to wear frilly, pink dresses that I hated and act like a princess because I was the heir to the family companies. When I was about 3 and ½ (another flaw), I was hiding in my room, crying because father was angry with me, Father was trying to burn down the 6 inches thick, iron door (used to lock me away in my room) and as I was trying to hold the door shut, my hand slipped to the burning iron and something happened. For one moment, my hand was burning. The next, the door was turning into beautiful stained glass. Father was even angrier with this, as I didn’t have his or Mother’s Talent. In turn, he tried to grab me after breaking the glass and failed. I started falling out of the balcony window but grabbed the ledge. It turned to stained glass, cracking from the weight. I fell into the bushes below, leaving me with cuts and bruises. I sat crying in the garden until my mother came home. My mother took me into the living room and cleaned me up. After putting a bandage on my arm she said, “Now, go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. I want you to brush your hair and wash your face. We’re having guests over later for a business meeting.” At these words I got excited. “Can I come out today?!” I asked in eager excitement. My mother looked at me with cold eyes and said sternly, “You will NOT come out of that room. You will not speak or move from your room unless your father or I were to say so. Do you understand?” I nodded. After that conversation, I had gone to the bathroom to do what she had told me. Mother hadn’t figured out my Talent yet. She didn’t see the result of the previous event as Father had someone immediately replace the door and the balcony railway. As I grabbed the hairbrush, it turned to glass, but surprisingly, the brush tips were still rounded. I ignored it for the time being and began to brush my dark brown hair. After I finished brushing, I went to smooth down any loose bits, but as a result, my dark brown hair turned into a multi-colored mass of stained glass. I started freaking out. Mother and Father would literally kill me for having such an imperfection. I tried to break the glass off of my head, to see if my hair would grow back, but instead, glass grew back. I started crying.
After calming down, I went to wipe my eyes. Well, you should guess how that turned out. My silver eyes turned to stained glass as well, only, this time it was different… I could still see normally. The only thing to change were the eyes themselves. I tried experimenting with my Talent, after running and hiding in my room before Mother or Father saw me. I tried touching my dark skin, only to find the power didn’t work. I took my shoes off of my feet, leaving my feet exposed to the soft rug below them. The rug turned to glass, and I quickly put my socks back on. What was I going to do?! I was a walking impurity to the family! This would only make things worse. The butler, Jenkins, was the only one who cared for me. Jenkins walked past my room to close the newly installed, iron door and saw the rug. I was already scared, but I was sure that Jenkins would tell Father. I backed up to the corner and sat, my orange satin dress laying around me. Jenkins stopped what he was doing and walked toward me. He reached a hand out toward me. I cowered in fear. “Don’t touch me, Jenkins. I don’t want to hurt you. If I touch you, you’ll turn to glass like the rug.” Jenkins nodded. “Alright. I’ll be right back, Miss Sarah.” I got scared. I ran toward the door, blocking his path. “Jenkins, you can’t tell Mother or Father. Please, Jenkins?! You know what they’ll do if they find out!” Jenkins chuckled. “Miss Sarah, I had no intention of telling your parents. I’ve worked for them for as long as you’ve been alive. I know what they’re like. I wouldn’t do that to you. I simply went to go get a pair of power dampening gloves that allow you to touch things again.” My face lit up in excitement. I moved out of the way. “Thank you, Jenkins!” He chuckled again and walked out of the room. Several minutes later, he returned with the gloves and I immediately put them on. I bounced up and down in excitement, not realizing I was making noise. Jenkins quickly stopped me, but he was a few seconds too late. I heard Mother walk up the grand stairs and towards the direction of my room. Jenkins tried running to the door to close it like he was supposed to do in the first place, but Mother entered the doorway just as he reached the door. He was paralyzed in fear. I quickly realized that it wasn’t fear paralyzing him. Mother was using her psychic Talent on him. She was choking him, pulling him up into the air. “You disobey direct orders, cause a noise that made the guests question things, and this is the last time. You’re... Fired.” She was killing him. I couldn’t just stand there, doing nothing. I panicked. Running towards her, ripping off my gloves, I pushed her. She took a gasp for air. About 10 seconds later, she had turned completely to stained glass, her face in permanent panic and fear. Jenkins fell to the ground, recovering his breath. Father had heard the loud thud that was Jenkins hitting the ground and came up the stairs sounding furious. He saw my now stained glass mother and stood in silence. A moment later he looked at Jenkins, then at me in pure hatred. “Don’t come near me,” I warned. “Or you’ll end up like her.” Surprise rose in his eyes, seeing as this had been the first time I revolted against him. Father turned and started heading toward the grand stairway. “And don’t you dare think of hurting Jenkins, or it’s the same consequences!” I yelled toward him.
After that day, Father started drinking. There were no more business meetings at the home, no more parties. News of Mother’s death had been opened to the public, but the news just said that the killer was unknown and never caught. I was able to go anywhere in the house now, and if Father objected, I warned him of the consequences. From that day forward, I wore the gloves around Jenkins and throughout the house. I started going to the store by myself at the age of 7. No one knew of Father’s drinking habits except Jenkins and I. At the age of 8, Jenkins died of pneumonia. It was quick and unexpected. For 2 months, I lived in my room, only coming out for food and drink, which I scarcely did. He was the only person to ever care about me, and now he was gone...
After Jenkins’s death, I gathered common materials and turned them into stained glass, shaping a statue of Jenkins in the garden. After finishing the memorial, I went to my room and sat on my bed, remembering that day with Mother. He was protecting me my entire life. From the time I was born, until now, the age of 8. So much of his teachings had molded me into the person I am now. I just hope he’s in a better place.
Chapter 3: We Stand
Eventually, I got over the death of Jenkins. I didn’t have much to do other than go to the store for food since Father didn’t want to leave his chair in the living room. He kept quiet and calm when he was in that chair with a drink. I focused on making sure the house was livable. Although sometimes, things were different. Since Father wouldn’t go to work, we started running out of money, so I started working several jobs. I started saving up money to move out. I was only 10, so I worked some odd jobs here and there. Since I was technically under the legal working age, not many people hired. One day, I was working late and came home exhausted. “You’re late!” screamed Father from his chair. I ignored him. Today was my birthday, and I wanted to enjoy my time home. I bought myself a small cupcake and a soda from the store to celebrate. If Jenkins were here, he’d celebrate with me. He never forgot, but I had to ignore that thought. I started toward the stairs. “Don’t ignore me!” I turned back toward the living room just in time to dodge a fireball thrown at me. That was the last straw. “That’s it! I’m done with you! I’m done with this house! All it’s ever brought me is pain. The only good thing that came out of this house, died a year ago! I’m only 11! I shouldn’t have to be working 3-4 jobs a day! I shouldn’t be celebrating my birthday ALONE! I’m out of here.” With that, I ran upstairs, packed the essentials, grabbed the money I had been saving up, and started down the stairs. “Shoot,” I said, remembering I forgot something. Going back upstairs, I grabbed the steampunk goggles Jenkins had given me when I turned 7, put them on top of my head, and went back down the stairs. I was approaching the door, when suddenly, Father was standing in front of the door, a fireball in his hand.
“Where do you think you’re going? Cause I don’t think you’re going anywhere,” he said letting out a chuckle. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way,” I warned him. At that, he shot the fireball toward me. I jumped and it grazed my foot. Now, I was mad. “I warned you, you old man.” I ripped off my gloves and calmly walked up to this infuriating man. He was so drunk, he didn’t know what was coming. I tapped his chest. “Bye-bye, Daddy.” His face lit up with fear. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six… This man who had hated me my entire life now met his end from these hands… from the Talent that “ruined the family”. I pushed my now stained-glass Father to the ground, shattering anything that remained. I let out a small huff of approval. Putting on my gloves, I walked out that door and down the large hill our house sat upon. I called a cab and went into the city. I was eleven. On my own. What was I going to do? I was going to survive.
Chapter 4: Surviving
As I entered the city, I saw the beautiful city lights. The tall New Jersey buildings outlined the night sky. I got out of the cab and paid the gentleman at the wheel. I walked around for about an hour trying to find somewhere to go. Unfortunately, since I was under the age of 16, I couldn’t rent an apartment. Although, I wouldn’t have been able to, even if I were sixteen. I didn’t have the money. Apartments in Jersey are expensive. I was walking down a dark, thin alleyway when suddenly I was attacked from behind. Someone tried to take my wallet and goggles. If it were just the wallet, I wouldn’t have cared. On the other hand, the goggles meant the world to me. They were the only thing I had left of Jenkins and of a family. I elbowed the person in the ribs with my elbow, turned around, took off a glove, and touched the person… Ten seconds. The person is a glass statue. I proceed to take my things back, grab their wallet, and walk off.
I guess this was the life I was going to live now. A life of crime… No, a life of survival. I found a small alleyway, that seemed abandoned, and hid next to a dumpster. I took out the now smushed cupcake, put a candle in it, and lit the flame with some matches I had packed. I started quietly singing “Happy Birthday” to myself and realized that I had started crying. I blew out the candle, curled up in a ball, and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of a gunshot. I jumped in surprise. Peeking over the edge of the dumpster, I see a woman standing next to what looks to be a man that looks like the moon, lying on the ground with a gun in his hand. The woman takes his wallet and a watch he’s wearing. Trying to stay quiet I duck back down, accidentally kicking an empty can. The noise alerted the woman and before I got the chance to duck, she turned her head sharply, spotting me. I quickly grab my bag and try to run, but this woman is faster than I am, without using a Talent. I wasn’t the quickest of people. I would have to work on that if I wanted to survive here. She is suddenly in front of me, startling me, making me trip. I fell and tore my lilac, short sleeve shirt. My black jeans don’t seem to be affected. The woman is wearing a long, pale yellow shirt with a black jacket of some sort. Her peach leggings give me a headache to look at. Her platinum blond hair glows bright in the sunlight. Her amber eyes gleam like two gems stuck on a statue. Her golden skin makes her look like a model. She reaches out a hand to me. I reach for her hand, reluctantly. After she helps me up she sits looking at me for a moment. I remember my rule. Trust, no one. I snatch my hand away from her. She pulls off my glove in the process. I reach for the glove. “Uh, uh, missy. I believe you saw something I didn’t want you to.” I look at her for a second. “And I believe you have something of mine. Besides, who am I gonna tell? The boogie man? Oh or maybe Santa Clause will believe me?” Oh no. What am I saying?! This woman just killed a man!... Then again, I’ve killed three. The woman laughs. “You know, you’re really gutsy for what, a five-year-old?” She continued laughing. “I’m twelve, you jerk! Now I want you to give me back what belongs to me. Now.” The woman looked surprised. “I was only joking kid. You’re awful young to be out on the streets like this. What, your folks get mad at you or somethin’?” I looked around, looking for a weapon I could use. “You could say that,” I said in response. The woman reaches and grabs my arm. She goes to kiss my hand. Gross. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” I say. She stops and looks up at me. “And why not, little girl?” I take my other glove off with my teeth and touch a box sitting next to me. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two… “Voila!” She looks over at the now stained glass box. She drops my hand. “You’re the missing suspect that killed those two rich weirdos.” I laughed. “They were more than what magazines said they were, that’s for sure.” She then looked at me in realization. “You were their kid?! How come the news never told anything about you?” I rolled my eyes. “Look at me. I’m a walking imperfection, especially to the ‘family name and fame’ or whatever. They basically disowned me. I skipped a few days ago.” She nodded and grinned. “Well, we all gotta start somewhere… Hey, wanna know what I can do?” She then grabbed a bird from nearby and kissed it on the head. The bird lie limp. “Electric kiss. Pretty cool, right?” Well, that was new. It was also useful if there was ever the need. “The name’s Voltaic Storm. Yours?” I looked at her for a minute, comprehending her name. “Sarah Gray…” She wildly glanced around... “No, no, no, no, no. Don’t EVER say your real name. It will get you killed. You need to make up a name for yourself. A villain name. Something that represents you.” I thought on that for a moment. “Okay. How about Notre Dame?” She let out a small hmph. “Our Lady? Smart.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, I guess. Reminds me of the South Rose, the stained glass window at the church of Notre Dame back in 2016.” We stood there for a moment in silence. I picked up my bag off the ground with my gloved hand after putting my glove back on, and reached my hand out to Voltaic. She looked puzzled for a second. “What?... Oh, right, your glove!” She handed it back to me. I put my glove on and put my goggles on out of my bag. Voltaic stared at my goggles. She went to touch them, but I slapped her hand away. “Don’t. Touch.” She raised her hand in surrender and backed away. I turned to walk away. “Hey, kid.” I turned to face her. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” I scoffed. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll take you somewhere where you won’t get mugged in your sleep.” I hesitated, but figured there wasn’t anywhere else I could go.
Chapter 5: New Beginnings
After about an hour of walking, we got to an old, abandoned warehouse. We went to the back and Voltaic knocked a pattern of knocks on the door. A slot slid open and a pair of mint, snake-like eyes looked peered through. “Who’s that?” The man says in a deep, growling voice. “She’s a, uh, new friend,” Voltaic said with a sneer. The man opened the door to reveal himself as a tall, muscular man whose green skin looked like a Komono dragon. He slid out of the way as Voltaic strutted through the door.
As we entered, I looked around to see several barrel fires, with about 6 people at each. That was 36 people. Thirty-six untrustworthy people. There was graffiti lit
tering the walls. I followed Voltaic. We went to a pair of rusted stairs and walked up to what seemed to be an office and bedroom. I saw spray-painted lighting bolts and music notes on the floor and walls. This was Voltaic’s office. “So, what do you think, kid?” she asked after sitting down and propping her feet on the desk. I shrugged. “It’s shelter, so I don’t know.” She nodded. “Fair enough… We’ll have the introductions later… And don’t worry yourself with these people. The most dangerous person down there is Mosaurus. The rest are just small-time criminals. You know, car break-ins, small bank robberies, etc. etc.” I was puzzled. “Mosaurus?” I asked. She shook her finger and nodded. “Right! You haven’t been introduced yet… Mosaurus is the snake man downstairs. You know, the one who guarded the door.” I looked toward the window that showed the downstairs. “Oh, okay… So, you’re the leader of this place?” She laughed. “You’re correct. I am their ‘fearless and merciless’ leader.” I nodded. I walked toward the window and looked down on the people below. I thought to myself, “One day… One day, I’ll be the leader. In order to survive, I’ll rise up.” I hadn’t realized I zoned out. The goggles on my head started slipping down behind my head and I quickly turned to grab them before they fell. When I turned, to my surprise, Voltaic was attempting to take my goggles. “What do you think you’re doing?!” I asked in surprise. “Hey, we all gotta survive. I gotta make money somehow,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. I was furious. “I just saw you steal at least $250 off of that man you killed. You don’t need to make money. You’re just a sly, greedy, corrupt woman who, in reality, is scared like a little girl, of me!... I will break you! You touch these goggles again, and I’ll kill you.” Voltaic had a hint of fear and frustration in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. She knew I was right. She was terrified. “Come on Notre Dame, I’ll get you somewhere to stay,” she said cold and quietly. She stood up from the tattered mattress and walked toward the door. Opening the door, we saw Mosaurus standing there, out of breath, looking panicked. Voltaic spoke. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Mosaurus looked up. “They’re here! The Elements are here! And they’re looking for you!” Panicked, Voltaic ran down the rusted stairs and toward the center of the room. “Quickly! Everyone, get anything you can find and barricade any doors and windows. Now!” Everyone ran to find what they could. People found nails, wood, barrels, broken furniture, and anything else they could. People with metal Talents melted the nails and metal bars together to form a large metal bar, covering the door. Those with wood abilities boarded up the windows. Two Talentless people moved the broken furniture and barrels. After they finished, everyone was wiped of energy, but it still wasn’t enough. I went to the broken furniture and touched it with my hand, mending it together with stained glass. I did this several times with each piece, to ensure that it would hold.
BANG!... BANG!... BANG!... BOOM!
The barricade came crashing to the ground!
CRASH!
The already cracked windows were shattered completely!
A large group of people stormed through the front door and through the windows. At the lead of this group, was a tan-skinned, woman with milky brown, short hair with several green streaks in the shape of thorns. Her eyes were the color of dark cherry blossoms. She had on a hot pink cropped-top with a bluish-green jacket over it. She wore short, blue jean shorts with a pair of lime green, see-through leggings underneath. Her pointed ears held two ruby earrings. Her lips were the color of dark cherries. Her dark green shoes looked new. Overall, she had an eerie kind of beauty to her.
“Well, well, well,” the mysterious woman hissed. “Voltaic Storm, hanging out with a bunch of nobodies. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How low you’ve gone. You used to be one of the greats, but then, you started killing the greats… I gotta say, it’s not going to end well for you,” she said looking at her crimson nails. Voltaic looked terrified, Mosaurus too. To be honest, I was terrified too, but I was better at hiding it. Voltaic started sweating. “You didn’t really think that we wouldn’t find out you killed Artemis, did you?” Voltaic stepped forward. She spoke in a shaking voice. “Y-yea, so w-what? He came after me a-and I took care of him.” Mosaurus looked toward Voltaic in pure fear. The woman stepped forward and looked around at the group of misfits we were. Her entourage was grinning their smug smiles. The woman looked me directly in the eyes and said, “So, who’s the runt?” I glared at her. “S-she’s a new recruit,” stuttered Voltaic. The woman turned toward Mosaurus. “And this monstrosity?” Mosaurus looked to the ground in shame. “That’s M-Mosaurus, my right-hand m-man,” Voltaic responded, trying to sound more confident. The woman chuckled. She turned back toward Voltaic. “Your people belong to me now. And as for you… well, honey, you’re dead.” Voltaic’s eyes widened. “No…, please. Please, Briar, have mercy?! Don’t hurt my people! I’ll pay for what I did, but please, don’t hurt them!” Voltaic started crying and clinging to the woman.“If you can’t say my full name like a respectful little soldier, then shut your mouth. As for you all, you will call me Bitter Briar ...I don’t have time for your groveling. Get off of me. Besides, there’s nothing you can do now.” Bitter Briar looked. At that, she snapped her fingers and three fierce-looking people stepped forward.
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