Not a *Bleepin* Hero...

Part Four - f**k not being a hero... IM NOT A FUCKIN' FAIRY!!!

I am not a fuckin' fairy! What the f**k she mean I'm a fairy! This is some bullshit! "I going to leave because clearly you and Mr. FuckFace have been puffing the good stuff and have CLEARLY lost y'all motherfuckin minds."

"There is no need for that type of language.." She says. I grab her by her shoulders, pull her close and yell

"I am not a fuckin' f**k!" She looks at me with a calm, almost blank face. Then in a blur her hand is around my neck and I find myself off the ground.

"Look! You sad little waste of skin horrible man! I have had enough! I have only tried to help you and yet you call me out of my name and talk down to me! I have had it." She says and the next thing I know I am flying across the room.

"Shit.. You're just as bad as Ultra X.." I say. Why the hell did I just say that? What this f**k does that even mean.

"Wha... Wha... What..." She says with tears in her eyes.

"I honestly don't know..." I say honestly spooked. I begin to tremble.. What the fuck...

"His memory has been wiped of the events that occurred during his meeting with Mr. GoatFace but I do believe that I can aid in filling in the blanks.." I.. I.. I feel my mouth move, and feel my hands make gestures that goes along with what came our of my mouth but... wasn't my voice or way of speaking.. I didn't say those things.. What that fuckin' fuck...

"I didn't say those fuckin' words... Are you f*****g my brain! Is this you Mr. What-the-f**k! Get the f**k out of my head!" I yell.

"This is not trickery nor sorcery of any kind. Mr. No-Body is not doing anything to you my dear host so there is no need to attack his character nor is there need for such language.. though knowing you, you need your anger and cursing to aid you in coping. You are afraid and disoriented by all that you have been though thus far..."

"Stop raping my mouth and body and brain... Who the f**k are you and how the fuckin' f**k are you doing this!" It says. Both Mr. Fuckles and Ghosty-b***h are looking at me with fear and concern.

"Well f**k! I don't know what's going on either!" I yell at them.

"The boy's lost it now haven't he.." Mr. b***h-ass-no-body-asked says.

"What did you mean by host.." Ghosty-b***h asks.

"I'm glad you asked. I am.. Well I have gone by many names over the centuries but I am commonly known as "The Touch"..."

"You've manifested this much this quickly?" Ghosty-b***h asks.

"He is, I believe my prime host..."

"You have got to be kidding me..." Mr. Motherfucker says.

"Can someone fill-me-the-f**k-in!" I yell.

"I was once known as Adon Nebla. I lived in the city of Meremore... That's all I can remember of my life before I was what I am now.. I have heard all the legends, myths and hearsay but all I know for sure is that I'm a form of living mystic energy that can only be used fully by a host and only for a time. Apparently I was cursed but by whom or what for I have yet to figure out."

"You are living mystic power. The oldest text concerning you and how you became "the touch" states that you were cursed by an enemy of the Sorcerer King but other accounts states that you were seeking great power but at the cost of your life. All that is known is that you are symbiotic..." Mr. Who-fuckin'-gives-a-f**k says but I cut him off.

"Sim-by-what?" I asks.

"Symbiotic means, in terms you may understand you two have a relationship where both of you are bonded to one another and pull from one another until..." Mr. Who-cares says but the trails off. There's seconds of pure silences.

"What the f**k! Til fuckin' what!? I yell.

"What you have to understand is that... Well... The "touch" is looking for its Prime Host... And that every other person that has has the "touch" bonded with it has..." Ghosty-b***h say but then too trails off.

"What the f**k! Am I going to died!!!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

"...well... It's a possibility..." Ghosty-b***h says in a sad and small voice.

"What the f**k! I don't want this! I don't fuckin' want this!" I yell.

"...sorry..." Ghosty-b***h says.

"Explain in full everything I need to know..." I say through gritted teeth.

"The Touch is living power. Legend has it that Adon wanted to be as powerful as the Sorcerer King and was curse with so much power that it consumed him fully turning him into living power. Since, the touch goes from host to host searching for one that can free him from his powers... The Prime Host... All who becomes a host but who can not handle the power of the touch dies only living long enough to pass on the power via touch..."

"So I'm goin' be used and left for mother-fuckin-dead!" I say dolly calmly.

"Well.. no" my mouth speaks.

"No?" I ask feeling crazy for talking to myself.

"I believe that you are the Prime Host... You are superhuman on your father's side, and Fae on your mother's side which makes your psychology unique, to say the least. In addition to that, you energy tolerance is rare, due to the rare mix of Fae and superhuman heritage. In fact by now most of my previous hosts were showing signs of "wear" and or lack of control over my abilities...."

"How! How! How the hel... Heck is he the Prime Host! He is not worthy! He..." Mr. Ass-Face yells but I.. I as in it... speaks cutting Ass-Face off...

"You are angry not because he may be the one capable of being my Prime Host but because you lost one of your forms trying to have my power for itself... This isn't about worth.. This is about your need to be the most powerful mystic! All I want is to be free of this curse and to pass on my powers to one who can handle it and this boy can handle it..."

"But how! Why not me!" Mr. No-Body says in a tone that seems small with a twinge of innocence. Golden light coils around his body as it begins to turn into light. His form shrinks and when the light subsides I see a boy... A child no older than 11 or 12. He's wearing s grey robe and his eyes are glowing grey.

"We lost Ren'Dale the Wise... I wanted your powers... I wanted to preserve that great power but it nearly destroyed me... Ren'Dale saved me once "the touch" left... He stepped in and paid his soul for mine... So to find out that this... lesser being is the Prime Host... Bothers me!!!"

"I didn't choose this... Some butt-ass-nake man touched me and gave me this..." I say.

"But you are the one this power is for. I can feel it... " it says. There is moment of silence that is broken by Ghosty-b***h.

"What do you know of my Brother? I thought he died that night the Super Human Defense Squadron was attacked by those cloaked masked men. I thought Frost was the only surviver and only because he was fired for not catching that "Phantom Girl" in Starlight City months prior... But now... Is he alive...?" She asks in tears.

" He tortured Franklin and neatly killed him to find out what he knew... When he realized how little Franklin knew he mind wipe him... I'm sorry Mayla but Ultra X is an agent of the demonoid known as GoatFace...

and so is, for that matter Atomic Mike. I saw them both with my own eye... well with Franklin's eyes.." It says. More silences save for the sound of crying.

There is a shift to the air... and... somehow... out of nowhere there is a man with long white hair, white eyes and that are more pointed than round in golden armor: chest plate, boots, and helmet. His skin is more orange than pale.

"You're mother, head of the council of the Azure Plane has summon you..." He says.

"What the f**k!" Ghosty-b***h yells.

"I will pardon your language. Lady Andromeda, has heard of her son's new powers and wish to see him..." He says. Ghosty-b***h was right... What the fuckin' f**k! My fuckin mother! I have no fuckin mother! Just some b***h who left...

"f**k yo..." I say but am pull towards what sci-fi movies and video games has taught me is a portal... I grab Ghost-b***h by the hand... she pulls away...

"There are answers on the other side..." It says.

I grab her hand and this time she doesn't pull away and as we get pulled in to this black hole looking void in reality I think to myself "I'm the dumb f**k who, instead of running into a burning build am running into a rip is realty... What the f**k!"

Six Months Later

I step out of the portal, hands still glowing from opening a gate from purgatory to the living world. I still have grasp all of what I've been though... But I need to push that s**t aside and kill GoatFace...