Dwight Scott was not looking to be a hero ….

… He was looking to be a man

Mark Glatt

Presents

The Impactor Part Two: Meet The Cast

I wouldn’t do that if I were you!!

2, 4, 6 …. I

GOT ITWho are you??

Nathan Blood. Cracky I presume?

Yeah, What’s It To

You??!!?!?!

I Hear You Are The Most Cruel And Feared Diamond Thief In New York City!! To Bring You To Just-ice Would Be A Big Accom-plishment, The Biggest Feat A Super Hero Like Me Could Want.

Well You Won’t Get That!!

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FIGHT SCENE

HERE

24 Hours Later

Here he is, blindfolded and tied up just like the guy over the phone said he would be.

But Who Was That??

Cool Stuff.

I Thought I’d Put A Little Action In

There To Make The Story Interesting.

Marque Calvin bullied me from

Kindergarten to Fifth Grade.

He got away with it too.

His dad,

David Calvin, ran an organized crime group in Chicago

so his son go to bully any student all he wanted to.

My clownish but good-hearted friend from as far back as I can remember. We didn’t talk much but when we did, he made us all laugh. He was a rock and roll musician who only appealed to a certain crowd, but that never bothered him. He happens to be one of Marque Calvin’s cousins.

She was your standard grade A, over mature girl.Part of me will always want her. Thing is, she represented a strong woman. All I know is I really blew it with her.If only I hadn’t been bullied, maybe –maybe– something could have happened between us.

Asian-Hispanic who sat near the back of the room. We – the whole class – were always afraid of him.He would always have that scowl on his face. He was almost as big as any of the bullies on the playground.He didn’t get picked on, but still, he had a very pissed off persona.Word had it that he was already in jail by the fourth grade (or was it 3rd?)….

Okay, Long Story Short… …

Gordie Lashlyn is not that bad a guy.

After eighth grade graduation,

we got to know each other, we became friends,

he trained my ass off and

I started lifting and learning

how to fight.

Sorry, a Few More Things…

The reason why I had that scar on my face is because when I was still a grade schooler,

Marque Calvin dragged a stick across my eye as a way of making fun of me because the hood

I made on the day that we were all making masks in shop class was way too gig on my head.

Wait! No!Stop!

Al Right, on to the part you were all waiting for.It’s the last day of 12th Grade, and Matt Calvin, Russell and Marque’s cousin, is being bullied once again.

Fight Scene

Sometime after high school graduation, I realized it was time to make a stand.I had read a lot of super hero comics but never got obsessed with them.They always bored me because they hardly had any action and were more like high school dramas without the high school and not as many sex scenes. Being a superhero, at the time, just sounded like a therapeutic experience that would get me out of this idiotic phase.

Hello? Officer? Yeah I would like to report

a robbery …

Calling The Cops On The Bad Guys Seemed Lame For A WhileBut Keep In Mind I was Still Very New At The Super Hero Thing. That And I Did Not Have My Costume At The Time. The Only Things I Had Were A Mask, A Cell Phone And A Bullet Proof Vest

Eventually it was time for me to make a decision.

Since graduation from high school,

I had spent two years at home

doing part time jobs and not finding a career and that’s pathetic.

I helped my parents pay to send me to a school where I would become a sociology major.

The good news was

I could get my degree in two years

The bad news was

The school was in New York City

(Car Ride Through New York City)

After I Said Good Bye To My Parents, I Thought I Would Take A Walk Through The City

That was very nice. You are a

good singer.

Thank you very much my good sir. I look to come out here often and try out my man vocals. Try out my man vocals. However it is hard to do so with these guys constantly trying to beat me up. That song was called Trade Winds.

The Singer finished singing his song.

I felt very weird that I had actually complemented someone and that he really appreciated it that much.

What do you

mean?

Trade Winds is the name of the song I just sang.

No, I mean what do you mean by they keep on trying to beat you up?

Well, sometimes when I try to sing out here, guys – bullies – these – these bullies- keep on running out here to beat me up.

So why do you keep on coming out here to sing? If I stopped singing, they

would win. Also, I love to sing, I must do it as –

my singing here – is my passion.

But they will keep on

running out here and

beat you up.

I can’t let that stop me. Parents love to bring their little children out here to hear

my singing. The children love to sing along and dance. If you have ever seen these adorable kids dancing, you would understand. Plus, I make a lot – or most

of – my money by doing these things. Even though my money most of the

time gets stolen by the bullies. Plus, did I mention that I love to do this?

I threw two dimes into his hand and walked on. Even though I could only afford to give him so little, he acted so happy. Not acted, he really was happy. He really meant it. In this world of gas holes we still some guys who are actually pretty nice. I was so ticked off at how guys like him are being so picked on that I was ready to get into it with the next people harassing and innocent person. And sure enough, that is just what happened. I was just walking back to campus and wouldn’t you know what I would find.

It just sickens me. We have all of this gas holes going around and doing whatever they want and yet this guy can’t just get a break and they will not let him sing.

Then, when I got back to campus…

I’m Telling You I don’t have any

money!!

It Doesn’t Matter!

Fork It Over Bitch!!

Do We Have A Problem Here?!

Oh This Guy Wants To Mess!!

Let’s Take This Guy Out!!

Stay Out Of This,

DumbAss!!

Next Issue: Some Ones Shall Be Taken Out!!