TG Cap - One Hell Of A Backstory 1

You guys know how much I love superheroes, and since there's been an announcement for a Captain Marvel movie, I thought the lovely Ms. Carol Danvers would be prime fodder for making a cap. Love love love Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel too, so good. Working on my next comic, thanks so much to everyone who's bought either of them so far I'm so grateful for your help!

I'm trying to improve with my rendering, and has been extremely helpful getting me more up and running than I could have possibly been on my own. I bet just about anyone who follows me will have seen all his stuff, but if you've somehow managed to avoid it, it's a definite must! Far more talented than myself. 

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Charles had always felt like the hero in his own life. There was something imperceptible, something beneath the skin that he couldn’t see, but could sense so strongly, that he was meant for bigger, better things. But this wasn’t a selfish feeling, no, more than anything he wanted to do his bit and help people as much as he possibly could. He just didn’t think that when the opportunity actually arose, it would be in such a strange and confusing way. He didn’t think he’d have to give up so much to gain a whole lot more.

The day had been a strange one already. All across the city the electricity grids had been alternating between overload and complete shutdown, it had shorted out many electronic devices and was causing a lot of trouble on the subway system. Scientists were blaming unusual sunspot activity, which Charles tended to agree with, he didn’t know what constituted ‘unusual’ when it came to sunspots, and then he couldn’t tell what a sunspot was besides. The fact of the matter was that an explanation had been given, and he hadn’t paid too much thought to it.

What he was thinking about more was the thirteen block walk home through New York’s busy Edison district, which was going to take at least an hour in rush hour with everyone else piling out of the stations like rats from a sinking ship. Still, it was a nice day. The sunspots must have been giving them the darling weather, even if they were causing more trouble than they were worth. He was musing on this when he saw the first flare. A bright flash in the sky. Was that a sunspot? He didn’t have anyone to ask, so he just continued walking, devoting 10% of his attention to the sight, holding a hand up to his eye to protect from the incandescent blur.

Another flash! Another sunspot? By this point he’d stopped, a businessman bumped into him slightly before disappearing back into the crowd. More and more flashes, all from the direction of the Autumn afternoon sun. Instead of continuing a second longer he approached the riverside wall, which was across the street from where he’d been gawking from, and took a closer look. It was hard to investigate with the sun in his eyes, but he still made out the flashes. One, two, three, four. And then a much, much brighter one indeed. With more substance to it… Almost as if there were something solid contained within.

The screaming metal behemoth tumbled through the air, almost seeming weightless, were it not for the downward terminal velocity. It didn’t look real, or his brain hadn’t prepared itself for such an incredible vision of violence and carnage. The last thing he felt or saw or heard was a slight kiss of burning warmth, his synapses didn’t have time to communicate the crunch of death to his brain before he was fully crushed by the weight of three hundred tons of spaceship and rocket fuel. If only he’d kept walking home, or if the subway had been working, he’d have still been alive. Nothing further would have happened.

Instead, something highly unlikely happened. The captain of the broken vessel, Dormax Rike, a Superion from the Colfax Delta, was equally damaged beyond repair. In their biology it was customary for the life force of the dead to spread its wings, and transfer its power to the nearest living entity in distress. As Charles was next to pulp, the essence chose him. Mingling with the resultant mess from the crash, the bonds began to form between superpowers and the remains of Charles… Only they were not going to be assembling as they were once configured…