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Deon's eyes opened slowly in bed as he stretched and yawned lightly. His eyes then shot open wide as he forced himself sitting upright and frantically looked around the room. He was alone. He quickly got out of bed looking out the window. It was early morning and lightly raining, it seemed the storm was still looming about. And it was not about to go away any time soon. He looked down at the parking lot, and the ally he was at last night. No one around, He then checked his chest for the wound he recieved from the mysterious attacker. No wound, and no blood stains either. It was strange, he did not remember washing the blood off. Nore did he remember going to bed. "Was that just another dream?" He wondered. He checked his phone, a Saturday which menat no school or work. He leaned back and rubbed his hair behind him gently closing his eyes in relief. Perhaps it was his diet? Or maybe his mind was on something, either way it was starting to interfere with his life. He quickly called up his friend Bradly. "Wow this is quite early for you. Whats up?" Deon rubbed the back of his head again. "Hey Bradly u'm I was wondering, did you want to go do something today or just hang out?" "Sorry Deon my hands are tied. I've got some boring business to attend to. OW!!" Deon raised a brow "You ok?" "Jeez babe it was a joke!" Bradly said with a light laugh. "Its me and Dianas night out tonight Deon. We are going to the fair out of town. I'll try to catch you later alright?" Deon nodded "Alright Bradly have fun. Tell Diana I said hi." "Well do!" The phone hung up and Deon moved it away from his ear. He did not want to be alone. He felt strange, like that strange feeling from last night yet not as bad. He pondered a bit then perked his ears up to call Victor. The phone rang and it quickly answered. "Your friendly neighborhood Wildcat! Wow what a stupid catch phrase, scratch that. HA! Scratch that! Get it?! Haha! Aheh..Heh...Uhm, whats up?" Deon could not help but chuckle. "Hey Vic, you up for a hang out today?" Victor cleared his throat "Yeah sure but come to my place. I'm working on something new. Maybe I could even persuade you." Deon smiled "Right, i'll be over then." he hung up and sighed in relief. His alarm clock went off causing him to nearly jump out of his skin and change form, a fireball in his hand. He closed his eyes and breathed out again. "Can NOT let that happen in public." he said to himself shutting the alarm off.

Victor did not live too far. And on the pluss side, he was in a good neighborhood. Fenced in actually. Deon made his way to the gated fence and simply hopped over it. The main entrance would mean another block. And Victors place was right there anyways. He wandered over to the railings and climbed up the stairs knocking on the door. Moments later Victor answered wearing strange goggles making his eyes look larger than they should. Deon blinked a few times, "Going blind?" Victor let him in and shut the door. He flipped the goggled up on his head. "Nah just these damn needle and thread are so tiny." Deon's ear perked up "Needle and thread? What are you doing?" "Knitting a sweater." Victor said bluntly. If Deon wasn't mistaken it almost sounded like he was serious. Deon followed Victor to his room to find his Wildcat suit on a mannequin. And another unfinished suit on an artists canvis. He wrinkled his nose "How do you sleep with that damn thing in your room?" "I lay down and close my eyes." Victor quickly replied. Deon closed his eyes in frustration. "Everythings sarcasm with you isnt it?" Victor snickered "That's the only way to know me!" He moved away from the new suit examining it. "So what's this secret project? Deon asked. Victor moved the goggles up on his head again. "New suit material I found online. This stuffs water and fireproof. And it intakes more air. And doesn't rip as much." He said flipping the goggles back on. "Been getting sick of my suit tearing up and having to restitch it." Deon crossed his arms "Bet that costs you a fortune." "If it didn't i'd be done by now. Buying the material one at a time." Victor said rubbing his chin. "Oh yeah, persuasion time. Want me to make you a suit?" Deon laughed "Yeah right." "No i'm serious. I will." "Vic, I can't go about fighting crime and saving people from burning buildings." "And why not? You'd be helping the community. And besides, it would up the intimidation factor for criminals. Two vigilanties at night? Oho boy." Deon rolled his eyes. "I'm not skilled enough and I could get killed. And I have a job and school. Not everyone can just sleep for one hour Vic." "And yet I could smack you in the face with a crow bar and youd simply scratch it off. And you do that weird....Fire...Throwing....Crap." Deon wiggled his nose again "Yeah and light criminals on fire? So much for the no kill rule." Victor shrugged "I'm just saying youd make a great teammate." Deon crossed his arms. "And Wildcat. Where did you even come up with that name?" Victor popped his head up. "An adult website." Deon's expression was blank but speechless. Victor snickered "No, I just, I don't know. I'm wild, and i'm a cat. It works." "Because Wildjaguar would not sound as cool?" "Wildjaguar does not roll off the tongue. What would your superhero name be?" Deon shrugged "Why would it matter? I'm not going to fight crime." "No seriously if you were to fight crime what would it be?" Deon's eyes looked around the room "Wildwolf?" Victors smile turned into a frown "No. Just-just no." Deon raised his hands up "I've got no imagination, I have no clue!" "Just try." Victor said. Deon pondered a bit and looked around the room again. "Sh-shadow." Victor made a yuk face. "Most overused name ever. Oh look i'm Shadow! OGABOGABOOGA!" Deon frowned more. "Ok then you pick a name for me." Victor pondered and snapped his fingers "Hellknight." Deon gave a disgusted look "That sounds just as generic, and evil." "No its not its awesome! ZE HELLKNIGHT COMETH!" Victor laughed. Deon was not laughing, Victor stopped "Alright i'm sorry. I was not trying to be offensive. I know how you get when I call you-" "Yes Victor I know. Its ok. Just, show me the suit alright? I want my mind off some things." Victor nodded "You got it bud."

Hours passed as the morning shifted to night. Victor was in his room putting on the old suit, holding the mask in his hands. Deon looked to him in a chair. "Why do you do it Victor?" Victor turned to him. "Do what?" "Just, go out there and risk your life like that." Deon asked "I mean-you have almost been killed a couple of times. Doesn't it bother you that one day you might, well not come home? Your friends? Your family?" Victor simply smiled. "My dad always told me that life has no boundaries as long as you can overlook them. He turned to the window as the rain still poured. It was actually quite dark out. "I kept reading articles. Murders, gang violence, people being kidnapped. Children, being kidnapped. People always being afraid of the city and what hides in the dark." he turned to Deon again. "I discovered my abilities, my strengths. And I realized I was given thes gifts for a reason. To go out there, and not only give fear to that darkness. But to also give hope to those in need. Can you imagine Deon? Couples walking out at night alone with no worries of being robbed? Children able to come home nice and warm for dinner? Cops to come home to their husband or wife and not worry about the day they wont come home? I just have too." Victor said to him. "Because if that one person could change this city, imagine what thousands or even hundreds of thousands could do if they were given hope." Victor smiled and slipped his mask on. "Be sure to lock the door on your way out bud. I'll see you around. Oh and remember, wont hurt to have a sidekick." He said and jumped out the window. Deon smiled and snickered "Yeah sure, i'll keep that in mind. He rose up and headed out his door closing it. As he began to walk home he would often stop and look behind him. He had that eerie feeling again, that cold chill. He began to move more quickly, suddenly feeling his body become more and more relaxed. His eyes became heavy and he yawned. "Hmm better get home." He said to himself. Eventually he made it through the ally way again, he began to stumble and lean onto the dumpster. "Uhg...What's wrong with me?" he thought to himself. He felt like he had not slept in three days. He looked down to see a hole in the dumpster. "That's familiar." He thought to himself. He forced himself away and began to head for his apartment. Climbing up the stairs felt like an imense task. He had to take a few breaks before reaching his door opening it and shutting it behind him. He shivered and headed towards the bedroom tossing his wet shirt aside and sitting down on his bed. His eyes were getting heavier. He looked over to the side holding his head and noticed his backpack. It was torn up. His memory clicked "It-wasn't a-dream?!" He thought, but his brain forced him to lay down. His eyes began to close and he fell into a deep sleep.

Darkness overwhelmed him and he felt like he was falling. His subconscious telling him something was wrong. Red lights began to flicker like a fireplace in a dark room. Orange yellow and red danced around him, along with black and shadows. That chill ran up his spine again. His body turned and was facing downards as he was falling further and faster. The ground was black and full of jagged spikes. Deon's eyes opened wide and he began to flail "No no no no NO!" he yelled and hit the ground hard. He woke up sitting upwards with his eyes wide open. He rubbed his head and sighed "Just another dream." He felt heat, and smelled odd smells like smoke and ember. He opened his eyes again to see around him jagged rocks, mountains and floating rocks and mountains! He rose to his feet quickly Seeing the sky blood red and black. The ambient sound of almost whispers and humming. His eyes were locked onto the strange surrounding. He felt a chill get stronger and stronger. Like something was coming near. "Where am I?" he said. And someone repplied in a cold and hallow tone. "Home..."

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Deon's eyes opened slowly in bed as he stretched and yawned lightly. His eyes then shot open wide as he forced himself sitting upright and frantically looked around the room. He was alone. He quickly got out of bed looking out the window. It was early morning and lightly raining, it seemed the storm was still looming about. And it was not about to go away any time soon. He looked down at the parking lot, and the ally he was at last night. No one around, He then checked his chest for the wound he recieved from the mysterious attacker. No wound, and no blood stains either. It was strange, he did not remember washing the blood off. Nore did he remember going to bed. "Was that just another dream?" He wondered. He checked his phone, a Saturday which menat no school or work. He leaned back and rubbed his hair behind him gently closing his eyes in relief. Perhaps it was his diet? Or maybe his mind was on something, either way it was starting to interfere with his life. He quickly called up his friend Bradly. "Wow this is quite early for you. Whats up?" Deon rubbed the back of his head again. "Hey Bradly u'm I was wondering, did you want to go do something today or just hang out?" "Sorry Deon my hands are tied. I've got some boring business to attend to. OW!!" Deon raised a brow "You ok?" "Jeez babe it was a joke!" Bradly said with a light laugh. "Its me and Dianas night out tonight Deon. We are going to the fair out of town. I'll try to catch you later alright?" Deon nodded "Alright Bradly have fun. Tell Diana I said hi." "Well do!" The phone hung up and Deon moved it away from his ear. He did not want to be alone. He felt strange, like that strange feeling from last night yet not as bad. He pondered a bit then perked his ears up to call Victor. The phone rang and it quickly answered. "Your friendly neighborhood Wildcat! Wow what a stupid catch phrase, scratch that. HA! Scratch that! Get it?! Haha! Aheh..Heh...Uhm, whats up?" Deon could not help but chuckle. "Hey Vic, you up for a hang out today?" Victor cleared his throat "Yeah sure but come to my place. I'm working on something new. Maybe I could even persuade you." Deon smiled "Right, i'll be over then." he hung up and sighed in relief. His alarm clock went off causing him to nearly jump out of his skin and change form, a fireball in his hand. He closed his eyes and breathed out again. "Can NOT let that happen in public." he said to himself shutting the alarm off.

Victor did not live too far. And on the pluss side, he was in a good neighborhood. Fenced in actually. Deon made his way to the gated fence and simply hopped over it. The main entrance would mean another block. And Victors place was right there anyways. He wandered over to the railings and climbed up the stairs knocking on the door. Moments later Victor answered wearing strange goggles making his eyes look larger than they should. Deon blinked a few times, "Going blind?" Victor let him in and shut the door. He flipped the goggled up on his head. "Nah just these damn needle and thread are so tiny." Deon's ear perked up "Needle and thread? What are you doing?" "Knitting a sweater." Victor said bluntly. If Deon wasn't mistaken it almost sounded like he was serious. Deon followed Victor to his room to find his Wildcat suit on a mannequin. And another unfinished suit on an artists canvis. He wrinkled his nose "How do you sleep with that damn thing in your room?" "I lay down and close my eyes." Victor quickly replied. Deon closed his eyes in frustration. "Everythings sarcasm with you isnt it?" Victor snickered "That's the only way to know me!" He moved away from the new suit examining it. "So what's this secret project? Deon asked. Victor moved the goggles up on his head again. "New suit material I found online. This stuffs water and fireproof. And it intakes more air. And doesn't rip as much." He said flipping the goggles back on. "Been getting sick of my suit tearing up and having to restitch it." Deon crossed his arms "Bet that costs you a fortune." "If it didn't i'd be done by now. Buying the material one at a time." Victor said rubbing his chin. "Oh yeah, persuasion time. Want me to make you a suit?" Deon laughed "Yeah right." "No i'm serious. I will." "Vic, I can't go about fighting crime and saving people from burning buildings." "And why not? You'd be helping the community. And besides, it would up the intimidation factor for criminals. Two vigilanties at night? Oho boy." Deon rolled his eyes. "I'm not skilled enough and I could get killed. And I have a job and school. Not everyone can just sleep for one hour Vic." "And yet I could smack you in the face with a crow bar and youd simply scratch it off. And you do that weird....Fire...Throwing....Crap." Deon wiggled his nose again "Yeah and light criminals on fire? So much for the no kill rule." Victor shrugged "I'm just saying youd make a great teammate." Deon crossed his arms. "And Wildcat. Where did you even come up with that name?" Victor popped his head up. "An adult website." Deon's expression was blank but speechless. Victor snickered "No, I just, I don't know. I'm wild, and i'm a cat. It works." "Because Wildjaguar would not sound as cool?" "Wildjaguar does not roll off the tongue. What would your superhero name be?" Deon shrugged "Why would it matter? I'm not going to fight crime." "No seriously if you were to fight crime what would it be?" Deon's eyes looked around the room "Wildwolf?" Victors smile turned into a frown "No. Just-just no." Deon raised his hands up "I've got no imagination, I have no clue!" "Just try." Victor said. Deon pondered a bit and looked around the room again. "Sh-shadow." Victor made a yuk face. "Most overused name ever. Oh look i'm Shadow! OGABOGABOOGA!" Deon frowned more. "Ok then you pick a name for me." Victor pondered and snapped his fingers "Hellknight." Deon gave a disgusted look "That sounds just as generic, and evil." "No its not its awesome! ZE HELLKNIGHT COMETH!" Victor laughed. Deon was not laughing, Victor stopped "Alright i'm sorry. I was not trying to be offensive. I know how you get when I call you-" "Yes Victor I know. Its ok. Just, show me the suit alright? I want my mind off some things." Victor nodded "You got it bud."

Hours passed as the morning shifted to night. Victor was in his room putting on the old suit, holding the mask in his hands. Deon looked to him in a chair. "Why do you do it Victor?" Victor turned to him. "Do what?" "Just, go out there and risk your life like that." Deon asked "I mean-you have almost been killed a couple of times. Doesn't it bother you that one day you might, well not come home? Your friends? Your family?" Victor simply smiled. "My dad always told me that life has no boundaries as long as you can overlook them. He turned to the window as the rain still poured. It was actually quite dark out. "I kept reading articles. Murders, gang violence, people being kidnapped. Children, being kidnapped. People always being afraid of the city and what hides in the dark." he turned to Deon again. "I discovered my abilities, my strengths. And I realized I was given thes gifts for a reason. To go out there, and not only give fear to that darkness. But to also give hope to those in need. Can you imagine Deon? Couples walking out at night alone with no worries of being robbed? Children able to come home nice and warm for dinner? Cops to come home to their husband or wife and not worry about the day they wont come home? I just have too." Victor said to him. "Because if that one person could change this city, imagine what thousands or even hundreds of thousands could do if they were given hope." Victor smiled and slipped his mask on. "Be sure to lock the door on your way out bud. I'll see you around. Oh and remember, wont hurt to have a sidekick." He said and jumped out the window. Deon smiled and snickered "Yeah sure, i'll keep that in mind. He rose up and headed out his door closing it. As he began to walk home he would often stop and look behind him. He had that eerie feeling again, that cold chill. He began to move more quickly, suddenly feeling his body become more and more relaxed. His eyes became heavy and he yawned. "Hmm better get home." He said to himself. Eventually he made it through the ally way again, he began to stumble and lean onto the dumpster. "Uhg...What's wrong with me?" he thought to himself. He felt like he had not slept in three days. He looked down to see a hole in the dumpster. "That's familiar." He thought to himself. He forced himself away and began to head for his apartment. Climbing up the stairs felt like an imense task. He had to take a few breaks before reaching his door opening it and shutting it behind him. He shivered and headed towards the bedroom tossing his wet shirt aside and sitting down on his bed. His eyes were getting heavier. He looked over to the side holding his head and noticed his backpack. It was torn up. His memory clicked "It-wasn't a-dream?!" He thought, but his brain forced him to lay down. His eyes began to close and he fell into a deep sleep.

Darkness overwhelmed him and he felt like he was falling. His subconscious telling him something was wrong. Red lights began to flicker like a fireplace in a dark room. Orange yellow and red danced around him, along with black and shadows. That chill ran up his spine again. His body turned and was facing downards as he was falling further and faster. The ground was black and full of jagged spikes. Deon's eyes opened wide and he began to flail "No no no no NO!" he yelled and hit the ground hard. He woke up sitting upwards with his eyes wide open. He rubbed his head and sighed "Just another dream." He felt heat, and smelled odd smells like smoke and ember. He opened his eyes again to see around him jagged rocks, mountains and floating rocks and mountains! He rose to his feet quickly Seeing the sky blood red and black. The ambient sound of almost whispers and humming. His eyes were locked onto the strange surrounding. He felt a chill get stronger and stronger. Like something was coming near. "Where am I?" he said. And someone repplied in a cold and hallow tone. "Home..."

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