Story Secret Origins - Evil Overlord

Secret Origins.

As a kid growing up in a wealthy Denver suburb I was exposed to a lot “amateur” crime. Most of it was in school, where other wealthy kids utilized their wealth to commit bend or break the rules. On occasion the crimes became national sensations due to their violence. Columbine High School was a nearby school and the site of one of the deadliest mass shootings in modern United States history. Misguided anger and lack of parenting led to such incidents as the Columbine High School attack.

At an early age, I understood how different I was from my peers. My mind ran wild with mathematics and science. I was a gear head by nature, nerd, and a jock. I was called a Nock (Nerd and Jock by my closest friends). As a Junior and captain of my schools wrestling team I had amassed an undefeated record since I had been wrestling at age 8. Prior to starting High School, I had begun training in Brazilian Jujitsu and MMA. No soccer, baseball or football for this kid. I had a goal and I was relentless in pursuing it.

Kids can be tough. One distinct memory that still resonates with me was observing a group of senior bullies picking on a frosh “freshman”. I always knew my destiny to become a Super Villain and I had planned to gain the skill sets needed to attain wealth and true power. One fateful day, I was walking to my locker after school to pick up my books and I observed five seniors, led by Steve Jackson Senior and Captain of our football team huddled around poor Milo Lopez. Steve weighed about 220 lbs and had earned the nick name the Beast for his ferocity playing middle linebacker. Milo with his books weighed no more than 130 lbs. Milo was whimpering as the seniors were pushing him into his locker. I couldn’t let this continue. Milo’s life was in danger and teen hazing had obviously gone too far.

I hollered out to Steve to let Milo go. The gaze of all five seniors caught my eye. They all outweigh me by 60 lbs give or take. My diet was pretty lean in those days. Besides having Abercrombie model good looks, 5% body fat and shredded abs I captained one of the most dominant wrestling teams in the state. Steve yelled back to f*ck off. My simple reply was that he should come and make me, King Leonidas would have been proud . After shoving Milo over to one of his cronies Steve looks at me and sizes me up. He made a bee line right in my direction and is 2 feet away from my face. He warned me to watch my own business and to f*ck off at the top of his voice.

When you are the smartest kids in your school you earn the reputation that others judge you by. Academics neither challenged me nor provided academic vigor I craved and I found this situation suited my needs. I wanted to learn more than my level and leave this place. My wheels had been spinning and I knew the course of action I would take.

Steve pushed me and that gave me the opening I needed. I countered with a single leg take down. Steve was uncomfortable on the ground. I climbed his guard and proceeded to place my fist into his face. He passed out after the 2nd punch when his thick skull bounced off the pavement with a thick crack, I knew I had fractured his skull.

John Black and Sam McMillan charged me after seeing their friend go down. They lifted me up and proceeded to corner me into a locker. They both started to throw their punches when they froze. Something amazing happened and I didn’t quite fully understand just how amazing this moment was. I had willed them to stop. I was able to focus on their clothes to stop their movements. I focused on John as he appeared to be more of a fighter. My focus was on his neck and I managed to lift him 2 feet off the ground. I had done the impossible and force chocked him out without laying a hand on him. Darth Vader would be proud. With anger I lifted and threw him. His arms went around this neck trying to free himself. I pitched him into the other side of the lockers. Sam had seen this and charged hoping to end this fight. In memorable fashion I pulled my left hand into a gun pose and pointed it at his chest. He stopped, my hand extended holding him off with my finger gun. When I made the “pew” shooting sound I focused all my anger at his chest. The resulting energy blasted him into the lockers. Before he hit the ground I knew I would never be back at this school. One fractured skull, choke marks around a neck and broken ribs in Sam insured that I could do what I want.

The kids holding Milo took off running. Milo looked at me with amazement. I helped him up, brushed him off and told him to have a good night.

The next day I was expelled for fighting…

Milo spoke up on his behalf his parents. Both our parents sued the school for not having adequate security after hours. I used this opportunity to pursue other endeavors. The money from the settlement funded my education and initial computer equipment. Milo and his sister brought me some cookies the next night. His sister Jennifer was a senior and cheerleader. I graciously accepted and explained that it was my duty. She passed me her number before leaving. I was in love.

As a boy, I was fascinated with mathematics and engineering. At the age of 17, after I was expelled, I graduated with honors and entered the undergraduate electrical engineering program and graduated with three degrees in Finance, Mechanical Engineering, and Electrical Engineering by age 21. I obtained a PhD. dual title degree in Nano-Technology and Molecular Engineering by the age of 23.

I went to work for my parents Die Cast Machining and Injection Molding Company after graduation to everyone’s surprise. I showed ambitions for evolving the company that my parents started and my goals began to take place.

And my control over my power was increasing….