Another day in New York [Accel]

New York, a once grand city that had been laid to waste by the man known as Necrodium. Though the time since then had been around two years, he remembered it perfectly, or at least where he was when the incident had happened. It had not been long after an even of his own, and to him the plight of New York has been nothing more than a distant tragedy that he had nothing to do with. Still, he saw he benefit in helping with the clean-up effort, and within two years everything had been built back up. So now looking down from his office in the new Masters Pharmaceutical’s branch in New York, all he could do was smile. A lot had happened within that time, things changed within the world and some of them for the better.

Today he was dressed up slightly formally, mostly ready for business than anything else. The sun had just begun to set within the sky, painting it a multitude of colors, while he plopped down into the cushioned seat. Ever since Ryan Masters’ unfortunate accident, he had been given full control of the company and that was perhaps for the best as many said. Profits had increased exponentially and overall productivity was on the rise. ”No, schedule that off tomorrow.” Travis said into his cellphone, reclining within his chair as the well-tailored suit would wrinkle ever so slightly. While he was known for his micromanaging, he did have some people to do things for him. Scheduling was one of those things and Colin had proven himself useful on many occasions.

Still, even with how bright things seemed to be going, they would not go that way forever. That was how life usually went, it was how someone dealt with those changes that made things. Pressing the end call button he would recline within his chair and sigh. ”So far things seem to be going well.”

Oh, Just another day in high school for your average guy named Blake. "So you're telling me you can just walk again? Like no strings attached.. This guy just gave you your legs back.?" said Tyrell who was Blake's best friend. "Exactly, Rich white dude just decided to help me get my legs back isn't that lovely?" joked Blake as the two walked from the salad bar at their school towards their favorite table in the corner.. The right corner to be specific. The boys have sat their daily since their first day freshmen year. Meanwhile Blake didn't feel the best about this situation because he was lying to his best friend about what really happened. He was feeling stronger and healthier.. More than he should be at least,


SPAT..... Suddenly a large glob of mash potatoes and what looked like kiwi's land on the table of Tyrell and Blake causing the boys to look in the obvious lane of trajectory and saw none other than Kale Borun. He was the local school bully who just didn't like Blake. Had something to do with kindergarten and Blake stealing one of Kale's animal crackers. Really stupid reason for him to attack someone truthfully. Rushing their legs from under the table Blake and Tyrell turn to face Kale "Why are we still doing this Kale?" said Tyrell before Kale pushed him towards the table causing him to fall over it and land on the ground really hard. A loud gasp could be heard from all over the lunch room as Blake ran over to Tyrell kneeling over to aid his friend "Dude what the fuck Kale!" screamed Blake as he stood up and pushed Kale and caused the behemoth to budge.

"Oh you really think pushing me is gonna make this better Donaldson?" said Kale as he swung at the smaller student causing Blake to weave the punch with speed that wasn't even possible for him 20 minutes ago. More gasp could be heard around the room before Kale charged towards Blake, causing Blake to just swipe to the side at a great speed while Kale ran tripping on some of the mash potatoes landing on the floor right besides Tyrell causing the entire lunch room to break out in laughter. Before Kale could get back to his feet Blake just looked around and heard nothing for a few seconds before he dashed out of the lunchroom into the hallway wear he slammed into a locker. "What's happening to me?" asked Blake before he dashed once more finding himself outside of the school.

Even though New York was in rubble awhile back Blake still knew his way around even with the new designs of the buildings and he knew exactly where he was going until suddenly you saw a blur of royal blue shoot through the doors of Masters Pharmaceutical straight up to where the top office was. "Travis we gotta talk" said Blake as he began to huff and puff before his vision began to fail and he fell to the ground, Blacking out.

Travis only had around thirty more minutes before he could walk out and then resume his other life. Fair enough, living a double life could be hell, his body’s ability to go without sleep longer than a human without negative repercussions had its perks. No one was messaging him anymore and the sound of the ventilation system could be heard through the room, rumbling softly as he let his dull grey orbs slide to the vent on the wall. That being until his mind kicked into overdrive to catch sight of what looked like a streak blurring into his office, though to his perception it was a person running into his office. The sight that he caught was not the greatest thing, especially when they stopped motion and stood there for a moment.

The face was one that he recognized, because he had helped the kid get his legs back only a few days ago. Before he could respond to their statement, they would fall to the ground and pass out. ”Yes…I think we do need to talk.”  Almost as if bad timing was a super power of theirs, Omega walked into the room looked down and coughed into his closed fist.

”Should I come back later?” He asked with a small amount of confusion within his voice, Travis glaring at him for a moment.

”No, I would rather he be brought to the medical bay.” Travis said with an annoyed sigh, standing to his feet and running fingers through his hair. Snapping his fingers, Omega would call for a few security guards to do just that, lifting the now nude young meta-humans and bringing him to the buildings medical bay. Sure, it sounded more like it belonged into some kind of base but then again Travis had thought it was required in the building. Considering the possibility of accidents, it was more useful than anyone could realize.

While they moved the young man to the bay, he would trail behind with Omega. ”Does that mean our plans are put off?” He would question with a single raised brow.

”Until tomorrow.” Travis said with a semi-mournful sigh, as both of them followed after. By the time Blake woke up, he would be on a bed, heartrate being monitored and all of the other vitals as well. Upon waking up, they would see Travis sitting on a chair, looking at the almost curiously. ”So you said you wanted to talk. Was it about the…sudden super speed you demonstrated earlier?”

"Ugh..." uttered Blake as he began to wake up. Wait wake up? The young man didn't even know he was out. By the time he woke up he looked to his side and noticed a figure. Considering he was still waking up he couldn't really make out the figure yet but the longer he looked and the more he blinked the more he started to realize it was Travis Masters. "Bastard" said Blake as he grunted a few times before he woke. He then noticed all the stuff attached to him, The young speedster wanted to know what the hell was going on. "Yea I wanted to talk to you" said Blake as he noticed he was in a bed gown from the looks of it. "Shouldn't you have explained to me that I was going to get some weird form of enhanced speed from your surgery? My mom didn't mention anything about that on the damn waiver you had us sign" said Blake as he began to lean up.

The first thing they did upon waking up was accuse him of doing this deliberately, which…well almost hurt. It was almost as if having his legs and super powers was some kind of curse, which flew over his head. As if being better than before was an inconvenience. ”There’s a small catch with that, being I didn’t know the treatment would give you enhanced speed.” He didn’t have any reason to lie, because for the most part he wasn’t. Whether they believed him, well that wasn’t really his problem either.

”Honestly, I was just expecting you to get your legs back but it appears that the procedure had…unintended side effects. The waiver had mentioned unforeseen phenomenon, though I doubt sudden enhanced physiology was one of them. It appears that….you might be a meta-human.” It was the conclusion that made sense, unless he had unwittingly created a way to unlock dormant metagenes, as that would have spelt a lot for a certain human he knew.

”You shouldn’t push yourself too hard, it appears like you aren’t quite used to your new powers.”

When Masters told Blake he wasn't the cause for this and he didn't intend for it Blake wasn't sure if he should believe him or not. He didn't look like he was lying but Blake didn't really trust people so easily. His breath was very shallow for some reason. It was weird considering Blake was in fair enough shape before all of this. Well considering he never walked a day in his life at least. During his wondering why he was short of breath Blake heard Masters mention something about the speedster being a "Metahuman" which caused Blake to shoot across and stare down Masters "META-HUMAN? HOW THE HELL COULD I BE A META-HUMAN, I COULDN'T FUCKING WALK TWO WEEKS AGO."

Yelled Blake as he tried to break from the restraints but knew he wasn't the most physical of people to do so. "Let me out of this Masters" said Blake as he was trying to calm down.

Obviously all of this had visibly shaken the young man, though their heavy breathing indicated that they were tired more than anything. The reason for restraining him had simply been so he didn’t attempt to get up and overexert himself, to death likely. He even flinched when the younger male raised his voice, not quite grasping the concept of the fact they were now a meta-human. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t explained it well enough but that was how it was for the poor fellow. ”Being a meta-human means you have a specific gene people call the metagene. I’m beginning to think the procedure performed on you also awakened your dormant meta-gene.”

More than anything it was an assumption on his part, because his power could also have had something to do with his ability to walk again. Regardless of that, they would attempt to struggle out of the restraints, which would take more than that to break. ”I will but only once you calm down.” he stated calmly, waiting a few moments for the male to do that before undoing the restraints and returning to his seat.

”I’m sure you have a lot of questions and I might have a few answers to alleviate them. I’ve done a lot of research into the metagene so I might be able to help you with whatever problems you might have.”

"Relax Blake, You need to relax" is what the teen kept telling himself in his head. He really should listen to it considering that he wasn't in the right state of mind right now. As Masters went on to explain to Blake what a meta-human and the metagene were the teen didn't really know how to process this. "So what you're saying is I was born like this? And maybe the surgery just awoke it" which didn't actually sound that farfetched to Blake but anything was believable right now. You could tell him an alien gave him these powers and he would honestly believe it right now. Blake began to relax without realizing it as his body eased up and his breathes became short and proper. "Help me" said Blake as he looked at Travis with a serious face. "Teach me how to use my powers Travis...... I don't know much about a metagene or being a meta-human but you can help me right?" asked Blake in a rather serious tone.

Suddenly finding out one had superhuman abilities, well that was something that  might have caused a person to panic somewhat, but panicking would have gotten the male nowhere within this situation. Especially when he had someone trying to help him through this time, despite his general lack of knowledge concerning how his powers worked, atleast from a personal level. ”That’s what it boils down to really. You were born this way I suppose the saying goes.” As pained as the analogy might be, it was true enough considering the context. Everything was feeling serious at this point, the poor guy likely had no idea what was happening to him.

The fact that he looked to him for help, suggested only that he didn’t know what to do for himself. If he needed him to help, well he would do what he could to help him. ”I’ll do the best I can. I’m not a metahuman so I don’t really have any firsthand knowledge with these kind of things.” None of that was a lie, Alpha didn’t know how to deal with superhuman speed, but maybe he could offer something. ”Once you’re up to it, I suppose I can try to help you control these new powers of yours.”

"When I was younger... A couple of years ago. My home was destroyed... i lost one of my closes friends and I have always wondered what would happen if I would have had the power to save him... To save everyone. Well now I think I have that power Travis... And I want to help people, To save people. With you helping me and guiding me with your knowledge maybe a difference can be made.. You know like with all those other guys in costumes and stuff" said Blake as he turned to Travis with a smile on his face ready to embrace the powers bestowed upon him. Dashing off the bed now standing on his own two feet Blake looked at Travis and extended his hand "Lets do this"

So the kid wanted to be a hero, that much he could tell the moment he said something about wanting to help people. They mentioned something about having their home destroyed something that many people said about their homes with the attack on New York. It seemed this loss more than anything was the reason that he wanted to be heroic, even if he could not personally see why someone would want to do that. The fact that he expected him to help, well that was always it's own strange irony. Regardless, he was helping another hero about so there was no harm really in doing the same for another.

The fact that Colin was in Canada still made things slightly annoying but that was an annoyance all it's own. With a blur of speed, they would be standing before him, holding a hand out. ”I guess I can't just let you do this on your own.” Travis said with typical altruistic smirk, taking the hand with his own and shaking it. ”I'll do what I can as far as helping you learn about your powers. A costume and stuff should be easier.” He said with a shrug, withdrawing his hand and standing to his feet. Super speed was something he did not know too much about beyond moving fast, but science always could help.

”You aren't the first hero i've funded, so it should work.” He then added, more as something that Accel could maybe have an interest within. ”What exactly are you looking for in an outfit?” He would say motioning for Blake to follow him. Pulling a cellphone out of his right pocket, Travis would call for some clothing so that the young man could go in things other than thee hospital gowns, which took the form of someone walking in with a small basket holding clothes. ”Anyway, get dressed and we can get to work.”

A smile landed on the face of Blake as his extended hand was greeted with a firm grip from Travis in which initiated their partnership. "The dream team!" yelled out Blake in excitement. After that Travis mentioned something about helping Blake learn about his powers and costumes and stuff which caused Blakes eyes to open as wide as they could. He went on to mention that Blake wasn't the first hero sponsored by Travis himself which caused Blake to raise an eyebrow towards him. "Note to self, Travis is a very very unique person. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing yet..." Blake snapped back to reality as he heard Travis ask him what is he looking for in a outfit at the same time motioning for Blake to follow him. As the duo walked Blake began to think of what he could possibly want in a suit at the same time there was someone bringing him freshly pressed folded clothing which made Blake smirk as he put the clothes on with great speed in a few seconds. "Uhhhhh.... I like silver,red and black.. My favorite color is silver the jersey devils wear red and black!. Sports and favorite color... And you have to hide my face... I'm not famous like you or anything but if the wrong people see my face my family could get hurt." said Blake as he continued to walk with Travis.. "Am I the only one starving?" said Blake as he looked around.