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Setting the SceneImagine if you will, two good friends, in fact the very best friends you could ever see.Setting the Scene by biggamerjh1
They are not friends from birth, but rather they became friends because of what they share in common, these two young men are the most powerful beings on the planet.
Super heroes, there are many of them running around but at the very top of the dog pile are Sentinel and Omega.
In terms of power they are considered equal, godlike strength and speed, invulnerable, capable of flying at super sonic speeds these two have been defending the planet for a few years now, keeping the earth safe from madmen and alien despots these two make a great team who protect us all.
Or at least that is how things were but things always change.
It had seemed like a rather normal day, Sentinel and Omega had been busy dealing with a madman trying to hold England hostage with a giant robot and as friends like to do when they get off work they went to have a drink, a little relaxation at the penthouse that

ProdigyI am a prodigy, some call us Avatars and others call us Champions... but I prefer Prodigy.Prodigy by biggamerjh1
I am not alone, there are more of us, I am not sure how many there are but I can feel the others out there.
There are many of us, more emerging ever year. As far as I can tell the first of us was born two and a half decades ago, but maybe we have always been around, maybe all those stories about great warriors of history slaying hundreds in battle weren't just stories. It could be that the legends of Lu Bu or Mitsuhide Sakai weren't just the exaggerations people often assumed they were.
But even if we had always been there, the world was only just now starting to wake up to our existence.
What is a prodigy?
How did I find out I was different?
Both of those can be answered with a single story. Well maybe more of an anecdote.
I was five years old and my dad did what so many other parents were doing for their children at that time, he decided to sign me up for a karate class. It probably wasn't a te

BMT BeautyBMT BeautyBMT Beauty by biggamerjh1
Her hair is streaked with dirt
Her face smeared with grease
Her ABUs are filthy
And her BCGs are cracked
All these things don't matter though
I don't even have to try to look past this
Because to me this Basic Military Training Beauty
Is a beauty in every way

Still no title, suggest oneIn retrospect I probably should have known something was wrong right away, I was home from school about two hours before it was supposed let out and my mother home already, her car in the drive way, and Lauran was never home before I was. Normally she was out at the gym, working out compulsively, or with her friends doing whatever it is a middle aged woman with a large amount of disposable income does.Still no title, suggest one by biggamerjh1
Wasn't to worried about it though, she wouldn't give a shit about me cutting class, I could bomb every single test for the rest of the year and I doubt they would bat an eye at me over it. They had raised me from the time I was just a few months old but seemed to have developed no emotional connection at all.
Pushing that line of thought from my head I walk into the house, heading toward the kitchen for a snack, knowing I still had a Cinnabon in the fridge from my last trip to the mall. I would have probably walked right in and been killed a moment later if I hadn't heard her as I walked
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