Original Stuff from the Champions Online Universe (also known as one of my heroes)

So, as I said early on, there's a reason this is Opinions of the Omniverse. It allows me to cross over into multiple universes including those of MMO games and my own little universe (my own universe is the most crazy one) and here's a little peek into a mix of these. Below is a work of original fiction by me for the background of one of my charcters on the Champions Online (CO) game. For those not in the know, CO is an MMO like World of Warcraft (WoW), but instead of a bunch of fantasy goblins, dwarves, and effeminate elves, you play a superhero (though some prefer to make their characters more villainous in appearance and background. This is my hero Cajun's background origin story, pretty much written from where it's sat in my head for over 2 years now to here with no editing other than backspace when I see something as I type it.
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Cajun

It was a pretty normal night for me. I was working a detail for the sheriff's office; it's the only way to really make money in the job, since the sheriff only pays us a little over minimum wage. This little quick mart just off Elysian Fields. This was only about a couple years after Katrina took advantage of our Southern hospitality, so things weren't so good. People were still angry in most of the city, and there was still more damage than repair in the city. People were trying, but as always, our city was left more to its own devices while the politicians bickered over what to do with the money that was coming in and not going where it needed to go.

It was about time for the first batch of party goers to start filtering off of Bourbon leaving only the locals and die hard tourists out to prove they could party with the best in most the bars. A couple of young kids came in, and their nervousness told me they were thinking about more than just the girly mags; you can just kind of tell after a few years of doing these details. I started watching them a little more closely; usually, all it takes is the uniform to spook the desperate off. These guys weren't scaring though, they were just getting more nervous, as one moved to one side of the store and the other moved towards the register. I figured the one going for the register was going to be the biggest problem, the other guy seemed like he might be about to run anyway from the way he was glancing about. I could never have been more wrong.

The tough at the register paid for his soda and then as the cashier opened the drawer, he gave the cashier a shove and went for the cash. I glanced back to see what the other guy was doing as I went for my side arm and realized my mistake far too late. I heard the crack of the shot and saw the smoke as my hand barely began to pull my own weapon. Everything slowed down; I thought it was just the shock of what was about to happen, and I just knew I was dead.

The truth was even more dramatic though as I heard a voice whisper in my ear. Don't worry, I can sense your pure heart, and you shall have the strength of this great city to protect you and aid you from here on. I felt the bullet as it hit my side, but it was more like a bb or a pellet than a bullet. My weapon cleared the holster and I fired one shot taking down the thug that had just shot me before turning on the other. The other thief seemed to be as shocked as I was and dropped to the ground immediately; the cashier just stared at me in unbelief.

I was trying to figure out what was wrong with him when I remembered I had been shot. I looked down to see how bad it was and there was no blood; there wasn't even an entry wound. There was a big hole in my shirt where an entry wound should have been, but just  bruise on my side. Looking down I saw the slug that should have killed me but had somehow done nothing but leave a bruise. I radioed in for an ambulance and some of NOPD's finest; that's all that was left after Katrina. When they arrived, they checked me out and everything was "normal" according to them. No one could really explain why the bullet hadn't gone in and killed me or at least severely injured me. Friends just chalked it up to a bad load in the slug when it was made that caused it to barely make it across to me; I knew it was something else.

A few nights later as I sat on my front porch watching the rain come down, the truth paid a visit to me. The apparition came up out of the street right in front of my house and floated over to me. She looked like some lady from the days before the Civil War wrapped in antebellum attire, and the rain just fell through her. She stopped in front of me and if I were a drinker, I'd have sworn I was well past my limit. She spoke and said I had been chosen not just to save my life that night, but because the good spirits of the city were tired of the crime and all the voilence. They felt it was time there was a hero to protect the city, to help the normal folk trying to make the best of it. She reiterated what the voice in my ear had told me that night that the strength of the city was mine now. My skin would be as hard as the brick and stone in the city, and I would be as strong as the spirit of the city to always return no matter what tragedy struck. I kept working as a sheriff's deputy, walking the tiers at the Old Parish Prison after that even once the two sheriff's offices merged together. I rarely did many details after that though, instead I walked a new beat. I've done some good, but there seem to be other forces at work in the City that Care Forgot as much as there are good spirits at work.

I might need a mask soon though cause if my friends ever see me in this tight leather though, they'll probably arrest me and ship me off to Jackson for evaluation.

(c) 2011 Donovan Hicks

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Well, that's it...it needs a lot of clean up, but that's kind of what's been in my head. New comics tomorrow although I might have to wait to pick them up, so maybe something different again tomorrow.

Thanks for reading and humoring my creative license today.

If you have criticisms feel free to comment. I like criticism as long as its constructive and not just someone needing to stroke their own ego by tearing someone else down.