I groan awake to the smell of New York style pizza…I'd recognize that smell anywhere, the best Pizza is always New York Pizza.
Cracking open my eyes, a dull throbbing behind my eyes nearly makes me slam them shut again but I resist the urge and keep them open.
Dad is sitting across from me in the field from earlier on a folding chair, a piping hot pizza sits on a folding table between us while I'm laying on one of those long beach chair things.
"I thought we could take a little break for lunch. I grabbed a large sausage and mushroom pizza from that place you like in New York with that nice and thick dough and crust." Nolan says with a bright prideful smile.
Even though I just had my ass kicked a thousand different ways from Sunday I couldn't stop myself from smiling even though my jaw hurts at the moment, "You know…your ability to heal is remarkable and almost disbelieving fast even for a young Viltrimite…it's the only reason I was able to push you as far as I did…Son, I'm going to tell you something but I don't want it to go to your head too much. Mark you're special especially given your other abilities…I don't know what your upper limit is, if you even have one where as I reached my peak a thousand years ago…and have since plateaued." Omniman…Dad…Nolan explains to me his eyes getting a bit of a distant look in them, I look down at myself and see that my left arm is in a makeshift sling made out of the remains of my shirt, I'm covered in dry, blood and dirt…my flesh is a lattice work of extremely thin white lines of healing scars I can see some vanish entirely under my watchful gaze.
"If I'm healing so fast why is my arm in a makeshift sling?" I ask Dad, who cringes slightly, "I lost myself for a moment after you managed to land a meaty punch against my face and break my nose, you raised your arm to block a punch…you didn't have an arm a couple of hours ago…" Nolan looks disgusted with himself as he tells me he literally atomized my left arm with nothing but a punch, after losing control of himself.
'Fucking psycho Nolan, strikes again!' A voice in my head shouts in pure unadulterated rage, while I very cautiously remove my arm from the sling the flesh is very pinkish-red like that of a recently born baby, but there isn't any pain.
Nolan lets out a sad, self-depricating sound, "Mark…I'll understand if you don't want me to train you anymore…not after I lost control."
"Oh knock it off dip shit you can throw yourself a pity party on your own damn time. If not you, then who? If a female Viltrimite came here to train me instead of you she'd probably turn my lower half to mush raping me…and I don't even want to think about what some old perverted male Viltrimite might do to me or mom…and everyone else." I say to Nolan and notice him gritting his teeth in anger, before he gives me a shaky smile.
"Thanks Mark, but watch how you speak to me…I may not care about certain things as much as your mother…but you won't disrespect me, Son…" Nolan says sternly coming out of his little self pity funk, though his voice is stern there's an almost silly smile on his face at this point as I reach out and grab a slice of pizza.
"You…forgot to grab drinks Dad…" I say to him and Nolan's eyes widen then he nods and though I know he's moving at superspeed I can still somewhat see the vague details of his body moving away from me, a sonic boom sounds nearby but he is already long gone.
'Hopefully he grabs another pizza…I feel like I could eat a dozen of these and still have room for a whole cow…' by the time Nolan returns I've already eaten five large slices leaving one for him, but I didn't have to worry as he returned with two more pies and four two liters, two Soda Cola, and two Root Beerzzz.
"I'm glad, I had the thought to grab more Pizza." Nolan lets out a peel of laughter as he sets down the food and nabs the last slice of the now cold Pizza, while opening another box and flinging it down in front of me.
"Too bad you didn't think to grab wings." I joke somewhat seriously and Nolan nods.
"Maybe next time…" Nolan offers a smile as he sits down across from me and cracks open a two liter of Soda Cola and takes a sip, before biting into a slice of pizza.
"You did good today, son." Nolan suddenly says out of nowhere making me look up at him and I come to the realization that he's been observing me for a while.
His genuine praise makes me feel embarrassed, "All I did was get the shit beaten out of me across the planet." I mutter and look away out of a feeling of inferiority and shyness.
Nolan barks out a laugh, at my attitude to being praised, 'God Damnit, what is wrong with me?!' I shout in my head as I flip Nolan the bird.
"Hey Dad?" I call out to Nolan in a somewhat subdued tone.
"Yeah, what do you want to ask, Son?"
"Umm…is there a way I can work out? So I don't look like a noodle…or stick man."
Nolan bursts into loud, obnoxious laughter, which makes my ears burn.
"I'll rig something up…" Dad says trailing off, "Mark…I, you don't know how much a relief it is that you're taking all of this so well, and that you still…" Nolan tries to express something but looks away from me. I can tell that he's embarrassed about something.
"I thought…feared that you would hate me…"
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Cecil & Donald undisclosed location
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"Jesus H Christ, it looks like Nolan is trying to kill his son…" Cecil mutters while Donald stands loyally at his side while pushing his glasses up with his index finger.
"Should I dispatch listening equipment, sir?" Donald questions.
"No…that'll just piss Nolan off, do a mock up of the "training" to make it look like cellphone camera footage, make copies and have one ready to be dropped off to Deborah." Cecil orders as he pulls a flat silver cigarette case out his suit jacket's inner pocket and begins to smoke.
'What are you up to Nolan? Are you going to finally reveal your true colors to the world?' Cecil wonders as he thinks about his Viltrimite counter measures…measures that should be enough given what Nolan has displayed in the past twenty years, but Mark is an unknown…and a force multiplier times five.
'I have to think of a way to control Mark, maybe nano explosives implanted into Debbie…threaten to kill her if he ever turns against me…no bad idea…kid like that would find a way to tear my throat out…I saw the way he looked at Nolan after being kicked to the ground. The best way to get to him would be a honey pot…someone more mature…seems to have a thing for redheads if the way he reacted to Samantha Eve Wilkins…hmm Helen would do especially with her Elastic abilities…her and Bob are going through a divorce, yeah this could work.'
"Donald, get Helen on the phone for me…tell her there's a young buck who needs a durable mommy." Cecil says while keeping his cool as a cucumber expression even as some of the techs make sounds of surprise at his use of vocabulary.
"Of course, Sir…but is it wise to bring Lady Elastica into this? She and Deborah Grayson have a history."
"I know, Donald…that's what I'm counting on…to get her to bite." Cecil growls out and Donald looks like a kicked puppy as he nods and retreats from his boss heading to his office.
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MC
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"Hey, don't do that…I mean you may not be my favorite parent…but I love you Dad. Nothing as small a little white lie from childhood can change that." I say to Nolan who turns to face his eyes getting a little wet and he reaches up to wipe at his eyes.
"I-" Nolan is cut off from what he was about to say when his unofficial Guardians of the Globe wrist communicator starts sounding off.
A pit forms in my stomach, "You aren't planning to do something rash are you?" I ask him a bit of steel leaking into my voice as there are a couple things I wanted to collect from the respective members of the Guardians before their respective demises…being mainly War Woman…Green Ghost and the power jewel…baring the woman rather than the source of her powers as they would be useful…
"No…Mark this isn't me…a few Mauler Twins broke out the three that had already been captured." Nolan says and whips something at me and I manage to catch it out of the air between two fingers and realize it's his Omniman-card.
"Tomorrow…I have a special surprise for you…but I gotta go, I love you son. And I'm proud of you." Nolan says to me before he soars off into the sky.
'Damned Bastard!' I mentally curse as I reach up to wipe away the condensation leaking from my eyes from the humid day…totally not crying from being praised.
A smirk stretches across my face as I look at the little piece of plastic that has no limit that I can reasonably reach at the moment, shaking my head I cobble down the remaining slices of the two pizzas while chugging down the four two liters of soda, picking everything up I look around for somewheres to throw the garbage away but find nothing because of course we're in a field so I open a portal into my warehouse and throw everything inside, closing the portal I take off into the sky.
'I hope my idea works.' with that thought I set course for the local big chain home improvement store, arriving at the store I head inside and receiving tons of looks, even as I begin buying all the supplies I need to try and make a soundproof, reinforced, padded structure within my warehouse…and shucking said supplies inside as I finish each purchase, along with tools and other miscellaneous things I might need inside.
I smirk at the shocked gazes of the cashiers and give the rather beautiful black woman a wink and notice she writes her phone number and a little note if you want to have fun hottie text me on the back of the receipt.
I shot her a wink as I very carefully fly out of the store and shot directly up into the sky pushing myself to go at my top speed after I pass the tops of the nearby building, and open a portal a few meters in front of me flying into my Warehouse and coming to an immediate stop.
'Now, just concentrate…you want to land gently.' I tell myself and manage to lightly touch down on the indestructible ground.
Walking over to a large yellow painted rectangle in the warehouse, I gingerly grab a cinder block and place it within the border, and watch in amazement as it kinda clicks into place within the floor of the warehouse.
"Now for the real test." I mutter and perform a karate knife chop at what I believe to be my full strength pain flares up in my hand but the cinder block remains completely unaffected.
A soft cheer and hiss of pain explode out of me and I put some speed on as I start building the structure that will be a four room padded holding cell within my warehouse. I stop periodically and perform a strength test to make sure that this structure's durability matches up with the rest of the warehouse and it does.
Making the framing for observation windows into each room, and the four door ways, then the roof I have the bare bones of a building complete, then I start putting up the soundproofing paneling, which gets sucked into the cinder block walls, then I apply that thick off white padding to the room that stays visible and gives each room a nice cushy feeling, then it's time to install the heavy steel doors and the thick heavy sliding bolts that will work as additional lock on the exterior along with soundproofing and padding applied to the inside facing side of the doors, installing them they become just as indestructible as the rest of the structure, next up are the mirrors which look like jail cell mirrors polished metal heavily restrained into the wall but with padded borders to prevent removal, same with the sink and toilet combo you would also find in a prison cell, everything seamlessly merges with the cells.
I do some more extenuating durability tests and though I use my max strength, when my fists, kicks and head puts and full on blitz impact the walls I feel like I got hit with a feather light pillow.
'If it becomes necessary I can hopefully imprison Omniman…Dad here…I don't want to be pushed into a situation where we have kill each other…that is if I ever reach or surpass his level of strength.' the noble reason for attempting to build indestructible cells is my first thought the second is to use it to imprison sexy powerful heroines and villainesses that I'm attracted to and who would be put on Nolan's hit list but keep them with the excuse of keeping them to be my breeding sows for powerful offspring.
Shaking my head, as I install the padded beds into the stalls, watching as they also become a perfect part of each room and testing them to make sure I can't hurt myself with anything…except maybe for drowning myself in the sink or toilet that function perfectly.
"Well, I'm happy and a little freaked out that this idea actually worked." I mutter and I set to work on building myself an apartment inside of the warehouse, finishing the apartment, I look over my remaining building materials and decide to build a man cave for gaming/chilling with whoever I end up actually sharing this place with.
'Should probably buy enough for a second cell building that way I can hold eight prisoners…or you could just build one big orgy bouncy house room…yeah like I'm going to be having orgies.' I can't help but roll my eyes at the thought of actually having the game to pull off orgies then the mental image of DupliKate pops into my head and being able to have an orgy looks much more probable than ever before.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!