The Boy Wonder Part One: Captain Karate

“Muahahaha! My evil plan is in full effect! No one can stop me!”

 

“Please! Someone has to save us!” Cried one of the innocent captives, helplessly bound to their fate.

 

“No one can save you now! It’s all over-”

 

“Not so fast, evil doer!”

 

Every captured civilian in the room turned their head with awe and inspiration, encouraged by the flying words from the now open window in the abandoned warehouse, they were helplessly trapped in.

 

“It’s him!”

 

“He’s here to save us!”

 

“Ahh! Captain Karate… how nice of you to finally show up…” The Villain frowned as he understood that this was meant to be. The Villain turned around and signaled his silent, gargoyle lackeys. Suddenly, the looming giants came alive, and were directed towards the handsome superhero, who stood in the window frame. His yellow trunks were tight over his blue spandex suit, and the superhero’s muscles and curves were lit with a yellow outline.

 

“Get him!” The Villain commanded, as the two brutes tumbled forward, with only Captain Karate in their sights.

 

Captain Karate jumped from his vantage point, his yellow cape flailing gracefully with the fall down, until he landed smooth on the floor and in a perfect position to deal with the two cohorts lumbering at him.

 

Captain Karate danced around his attackers, never being in any threat while simultaneously making the brutes look like fools. Their attacks seemed to lag behind the much quicker and more talented Captain Karate.

 

The civilians watched with their mouths open in admiration, as their superhero dealt with the monstrous thugs with ease. Even The Villain himself, was fixed on Captain Karate’s spectacular movements, unable to look away as his two assistants were outlandishly outmatched.

 

Captain Karate finished off the brutes by pushing one thugs attacking fist into the other’s face, knocking the receiver out of commission, then finally kicking the final criminal in the jaw with his educated foot. The behemoth fell to the floor, unconscious next to the other.

 

Captain Karate pulled his swinging foot to the floor, turned to stare ahead at The Villain. With his closed fists at his side, posing with spread legs and flowing cape. A distinct KC was embalmed on his chest in thick yellow lettering. There was a smirk on his boyish face, his high cheeks speckled with little transparent suns under his chestnut eyes, and perfectly tailored light brown hair.

 

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Captain Karate asked, arousing cheers from the captive civilians.

 

“It’s too late Captain Karate! You can’t stop me now!” The Villain desperately proclaimed, as he turned to pull on the red lever behind him. But, he was unable to pull on it. With lightning quick speed, Captain Karate dashed over and pulled The Villains hands away. The Villain struggled, but ultimately found himself incapable of freeing himself from the clutches of Justice.

 

Captain Karate tossed The Villain over his head, dropping The Villain face first on the floor. Captain Karate wasted no more time, and quickly tried The Villains hands up, with one of his patented white belts, meant to signify that they were no match of Captain Karate.

 

“Yeah! Captain Karate! Wooo!”

“We’re saved!”

 

“He’s so dreamy!”

         

“Thank you Captain Karate!”

 

The crowd of trapped civilians roared for their hero, and the humble superhero smiled with pride.

 

“Please, don’t thank me! It’s all in a day’s work!” Captain Karate said with a charismatic smile, as those susceptible to his superhero charm fluttered with dreams, never to forget the day they were saved by Captain Karate.

 

Captain Karate stood proud and true, in full and flattering spandex attire, showered in the appraisal of his fellow townspeople.

 

Then, a loud siren signaled over the sky. Captain Karate looked up, surprised by the sudden sound. He wondered what it meant, until he could wonder no more.

 

 

Martin’s eyes were still closed as the piercing siren went in and out every .5 seconds, emanating right underneath his pillow. He groaned as he reached underneath and took out his phone, the source of the alarm that took him out of his dream. He turned it off quickly, and thankfully, and let himself stretch out in his messy bed. Bending and unbending his arms, pulling his legs around and scrunching his young, 13 year old face as he tried to reacquaint himself with reality. He let out a disappointed sigh as he pulls his arms back in, and push one hand down under the blanket and towards his young and inexperienced package, readjusting and refamiliarizing himself with his most private parts.

 

As he moved his arm and blanket, he heard something fall to the floor. Wearily, he leaned over his side of the bed, and saw the back of the comic book he was reading before he fell asleep last night, Captain America Vol 5 #8 “The Winter Soldier: Part 1”.

 

Martin pulled back to bed, and rubbed his eyes. He’ll have to start over tonight, he has no idea where he left off last night. He has to get ready for school now.

 

 

Martin cleaned up in the shower, brushed his pearly whites and growing, boyish hair, just like he does every day. But, he took some extra time to stare into the mirror today. The mirror showed his tender brown eyes and wet, milk chocolate hair drenched over his forehead. But, Martin focused mostly on his his young, attractive and lightly freckled face. Martin wondered how he would look as a superhero. He knows other superheroes need to conceal their identity, but he always thought it would be really cool to be the first superhero who didn’t try to do that. The first superhero who didn’t hide from those he was sworn to protect, the first superhero to be completely honest. He smiled as he ran his finger down his soft cheek, over the not so subtle freckles on his cheek. He wondered if he’d be the first superhero with freckles too.

 

Martin closed his eyes and tried to hold onto those cheers he heard in his dream a little over a half hour ago. Cheering for him, for Captain Karate. The first superhero who wouldn’t hide his identity, and the first superhero with freckles.

 

 

Martin ate and thanked his mother for the warm breakfast, and then remembered a YouTube comment on his latest video. He has his own YouTube channel, under the name of Captain Karate, dedicated to tips and tricks on how to work out and defend yourself. The comment asked him to spend some time on how to handle an opponent in a grappling scenario. Most of Martin’s videos so far have been about striking well, or how to work out certain muscles of the body.

 

So, to help one of his loyal subscribers, like the do-gooder that he tries to be, Martin said his next video would be dedicated to grappling. Martin asked his dad if they could practice grappling in their training session later when he gets back from school. Martin’s father agreed, since they haven’t done it in a while.

 

Martin’s Dad has been teaching Martin as much about martial arts as he can, because he knows that it’s very important that Martin becomes disciplined and is able to protect himself and his friends. In a world like this, his son needs to be safe. And, he doesn’t trust any “McDojo’s” to do it for him either. Instead, he’s been having semi-daily sessions with his son for the past 10 years.

 

Under the tutelage of his father, Martin has grown into a well-versed combatant with a great sense of dedication and patience.

 

Martin is always striving to learn more so he can help those around him, and maybe one day, he can become strong enough to really make a difference. Maybe he can be powerful, disciplined and dependable, just like Captain America.

 

Martin went to school in comfortable attire for the autumn day. A regular, unimposing white tee and soft grey slacks. Martin is a pretty happy kid, but today, felt a little bit more fun for him. As he rode the bus to school, Martin couldn’t pull his young face away from the window. He couldn’t stop dreaming about how it would be like to save his friends and his town from villains, just like that one in his dream.

 

Martin was pulled back into reality when when his friend Mark sat down next to him. Martin and Mark met during Freshman Orientation and have been good friends since.

 

 

Soon, Mark and Martin found themselves at their lockers before homeroom started. They were shooting the shit, like they always do.

 

“I’m telling you bro, she’s so into you!” Mark, the blonde 13 year old asserted.

 

“She’s not my type.” Martin responded with a flushed face. He’s one of the rare boys who doesn’t like talking about girls like this. He gets embarrassed easily.

 

“What do you mean she’s not your type!?”

 

Before this, a black haired and green eyed boy by the name of Kyle snuck up behind Mark. He’s a fun loving sort of guy and always tried to join in with whatever fun stuff was going on. Naturally, Kyle saw his opportunity to reenact one of the schools time honored tradition, lowered his hand between his friend’s Mark’s unsuspecting legs, and pulled up with a quick open palmed strike. Kyle’s hand smacked into Mark’s jeans with a thud, and Martin jumped back instinctively. Mark doubled over, his mouth opening and cupping his hands over his nuts in sudden shock.

 

Kyle laughed and skittered away, as Mark twisted towards Kyle with an angry expression and began to chase after him. But he slowly lost steam after the pain started to settle in, and he leaned against the lockers for support. Martin had a cautious smile on as he leaned over to lend his friend a hand.

 

“Are you alright, Mark?” Martin asked, one hand on Mark, the other hand gently laying over the delicate hill in his comfortable joggers. His eyes were darting between the playful friend that was dangerously laughing over there, and the friend on his knees, moaning his hands cradling his crotch.

 

“Yeah… fucking Kyle, I’m gonna kill him!” Mark said with a strained voice, looking over at Kyle from his weakened point of view.

 

Martin felt it was okay to laugh now, and let it out nervously. He’s never been on the receiving end of a nut tap before, so he can’t relate to this directly, but he knows he doesn’t really want to feel one. But, that’s all he really knows.

 

Well, that, and also how his father tells him how no one who fights with honor would ever go that low. However, friends at school and in-play, are fair game, and he’d have to learn that through experience. Luckily for Martin, he hasn’t had that experience yet, and he’s not looking to find it either.

 

“Yo, you can’t stand with your legs like that! Asking to get tapped, haha!” Kyle said with a playful laugh, as he carefully walked up to his two friends, a hand still covering his delicates.

 

“You’re evil.” Martin said playfully.

 

“I like to think, I’m just taking advantage of low hanging fruit.” Kyle jested, getting a nervous laugh out of Martin.

 

Then, Mark sprang out from his position and rushed at Kyle, who laughed out as he tried to steer clear of the angry teenage boy who clearly wants to punch him in the nuts. Martin knows better than to get involved in fights like these.

 

 

The rest of the school day went by as a usual Friday school day does. Martin said goodbye to his friends, and he’ll see them next week. Martin decided to walk through town a little bit, instead of take the bus today, wanting to experience a bit of the life around him. He was excited to spar with his Dad later, work on his grappling so he can give some pointers to his fans, and have a nice healthy steak dinner that his Mom promised she’d make for him tonight.

 

But he wanted to go for a walk first. He still couldn’t get that dream out of his head.

 

Martin wanted nothing more than to be a superhero, and he wanted to think about it during a nice, relaxing Autumn walk. Little did he know, that this walk would be the catalyst for the rest of his life.