He had much to worry about, he was on a short list of the good guys, acting on morals above the governmental laws and in the public eye. He was in a select group and it carried a heavy weight on his shoulders. Orion was Earth's closest thing to a real Superman they had and he was not hearalded by the United Nations or the US Government. He was a wanted fugitive, but deemed a low risk priority, mainly on account that some people realized that with out him the world would be a worse place. This weighed heavy on his mind everytime he donned the suit in both worlds. Orion had a secret identity; a day job...Cop... and he struggled with his fugitive monicor. It was nigts like this that he thought long and hard about going out into the night, but he felt the wrongs happening so close it was irresistable to ignore.
Orion was the hunter, the protector of the weak. He hunted evil with reckless abandon and tonight tugged at his entrails like a greasy pastrami sandwich slopped in gravy. It sounded like a good idea but in the end would turn out to be the shits. He put on the suit and mask anyway and flew from the roof exit. |
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Orion's powers were that of walking Gods...Gods that once walked the Earth, Gods that lived for hundreds of years, Gods, that myths were created on, fighting terrible evils unleashed on the world before the written word. The source of Orions power was ancient, a power unseen for 7000 years and released back unto the world into a vessel of special lineage. Orion was the bringer of Justice, but long ago he had another name...
Some time ago...Jake O'Brennan was on the call to a breaking and entering, and old museum storage facility in Queens, he and his partner rolled to the call as men were carrying boxes out of the front doors. It was then that Jake first heard the call, "Seek me out, I need your help...don't let them take me..."
Words were said...guns were drawn...shots were fired...at the end of it all a beast of a man with a scarred face and shoulders like an gorilla chargerd Jake and his partner Kerry. Bullets seemed to have no affect on the bruiser. He ran straight at officer Kerry, Jake screamed, but it did no good...he
was the help. Her back was broke and torn assunder, the creature lept through the air, 40 feet to land in front of Jake. He was picked up and thrown through the now unhinged door of the storage room, knocking over the man bringing out the next crate and breaking the box, scattering people everywhere. Jake couldn't feel much at that point, broken, and unable to stand he heard the voice again,"I'm here, take me and we can stop them"...he looked and a crystal skull was laying in a heap of broken wood that he had crushed from the impact of the beastly throw. Jake reached out to the skull and fumbled at its surface, instantly charged to what you see before you, such power, so intense. The beast man flew through the door and took one swipe at Jake. His jaw was struck and he feared he would fly back another twenty feet, but the inertia was halted somehow, absorbed, and there was no pain, only strength, strength enough to break this animal to the ground...he grabbed the fucking animal by the throat and squeezed. It clawed and raged until fear glazed in its eyes, until the breath and fetterred useless beating of his hands had stopped. He heard the voice again,"Do not let rage control your actions, he must be rightfully punished for his crimes as a man, not a wild beast. Bring him to justice, you can still save your friend...hurry." The speed of the wind was his movement, picking up Kerry. What happenned next Jake could not explain, except that the skull glowed and Kerry regained consciousness with Jake holding her tenderly. She would not walk again but she was alive.
Jake thought about that night often, hearing the voice, the wisdom, the higher authority. Tonight its calling was heard, so he flew off into the night.