2 Nightmare Chapter 1: The New Protector?

Ten years later...

Nightmare's POV:

A regular day in Los Angeles for me was basically being chased by a bunch of wannabe cops or as I call them an easy lick. Let's see bout eight cops are chasing after me, obviously I could outrun them in my sleep but sometimes the chase is always the best part.

"Nightmare stop running you're only making this worse for yourself!" One of the cops' yells at me, I stop right then and there and turn around as all the cops circle around me. "You're surrounded! Surrender or we will be forced to use violence!"

"Oh no what will I ever do against the mighty donut eaters?" I ask sarcastically with a big old smirk across my face, "Oh no! I'm legit shaking in my shoes right now from the fear of you people."

At this point I start laughing which gets the donut eater's annoyed and they start pointing their guns at me which only makes me laugh harder because I'm going to let you on a little secret; this isn't my first rodeo dealing with the jerks in blue.

"You're making a mistake Nightmare; you don't want to do this!" One of the cops who I'm assuming is the captain yells over to me.

"You know what's funnier than you thinking you and your little friends have the edge over me?" I ask with a devilish smile forming across my face, then I get serious for split second. "You knowing who I am and still having the balls to not even attempt to not run away."

I then zoom over to the captain, grabbing him by the neck, and running right back to the center with their captain as my hostage with his pistol in my hand. All the other cops point their guns in my direction, but then they lower them once they realize who I have in a headlock. I can see the cops hesitating which only makes this easier. I aim the gun towards the captain's left leg and proceed to pull the trigger shooting him causing him to scream at the top of his lungs. His colleagues are all in shock which is good for me because all I need is a millisecond before I make my next zooming towards all of them taking them out by headbutting, hitting them in the face with the pistol, kicked one of them in the groin just for the hell of it, etc. I finally stop running and look around at the work I just did, all the cops were laid out cold except for one, the captain who was struggling to get away by crawling. I walk over to him and with a smile on my face.

"Wow who didn't see that ass whooping coming?" I ask sarcastically trying my hardest not to laugh, "Here's a lesson that you and your worthless buddies learned today, don't fuck with me."

I aim the gun towards his head and pull the trigger with no hesitation. Once I finished with that, I see something stick out the former captain's pockets, I reach over and lord behold it's a wanted picture of my beautiful face, look at this amazing dark skin with a taper faded afro, wearing my black hoodie, black joggers with red stripes on the side, my usual black sneakers, and to top it off I had my diamond earrings. They got everything right I'm impressed not going to lie. I walk over to all the cops and take the money from their wallets, hey I got to eat somehow don't go around judging me. Well time to go get some food, as I'm about run off, I see something that catches my eyes.

A poster that says "The Next Protectors in Training Competition", basically the royal family (aka the rich people with special abilities) holds these competitions where the best young fighters who have trained since they were three to become the perfect soldier in order to have a slim chance at becoming the almighty Protector of single country. See each Country has a Protector who's supposed to basically help keep it a little bit safe, but mainly for bigger threat like terrorist and quote on quote "The bad special abilities.", which just means poor people who got screwed in life and ended up cursed with this bullshit. It's the biggest honor to those rich assholes because being a Protector is just something to show off to what they would call "The commoners".

I personally think it's the most worthless and dumbest shit, like yea you have this great title and all, but if you mess up or do anything the public doesn't like then all you're going to hear is a bunch of flack and the stress is beyond me. The current America Protector is Stephen Chamanti a forty-year-old white guy with blue eyes, has a rock-solid chin can't even lie, blond wavy hair that reached his waist, a full thick blond beard, he usually wears his red, white, and blue armor because he's so patriotic (Did you sense the sarcasm in my tone.", the absolute worst thing about this guy is his fucking perfect smile, his teeth are so white for no reason, and he thinks he's the wisest man alive, but that's another story.

Guess they're already planning for this man's replacement; too bad I'm not interested in becoming someone's play toy, but then I read a little bit further and something very much caught my curiosity, it read "The winner will be provided with a fully functional home with training friendly settings". I could really use a house to stay as I've been kind of sleeping at random motels and let's just say it's not the best living conditions, but there's no way I can just go to the competition, I'm technically what you would call a fugitive as you saw from The Wanted List.

I look over and I see a hair salon and barber shop right next to it, this is the easiest plan I've ever had. I finished with both the barber shop and hair salon and let me tell you I look like a whole different person; my afro is now in box braids and I have my taper faded hairstyle. Okay now that the hair is different, I'm going to need different clothes too though just to be on the safe side. I zoom to the costume shop real and right back to where I was before and man, am I liking this new fit; a black and gray ninja suit with black straps on both my shoulders, a black mask covering my nose and below, black gloves, and of course I have to wear my black sneakers simply because it's the only shoe I can wear that won't burn my feet off. Okay I'm officially ready for this little competition, I zoom off to the location of the competition.

I reach my destination in a record time eleven seconds, I walk over to the entrance, but I'm stopped by some tall muscular black guy who I'm pretty sure is using roids, but he's obviously the bouncer.

"Name?!" He yells.

Shit I forgot you have to be well known at least to get into these types of competitions and I forgot the name. Got to think fast or I'm done for.

"The name's Turbo." I say confidently. "I'm originally from the Detroit area, but flew to the LA because this competition intrigued me."

"I like the confidence kid!" The big body bouncer yells in excitement, he then moves his arm and gives me a thumbs up. "Good luck in there!"

"Thank you, my kind sir." I thank the bouncer as I bow down to show respect, I then walk inside then snicker to myself. "What a sucker."

I walk into the main room and holy shit was there a lot of kids. There had to be at least over three hundred of us. The camera crew was also here as these competitions are always broadcasted live and right now the person getting the most attention was a spiky red haired muscular Hispanic kid who was around my height, he was wearing a white wife beater, a black jogger sweatpants, and he had these expensive all red sneakers, this guy seemed to love the attention as he was talking back to them with smirk. I walk a little closer towards him just so I could hear what he was saying.

"Alejandro, how does it feel to be invited to the Protector in Training competition?" One of the reporters ask him.

"Eh it feels alright." He says shrugging as if he didn't really care. "I've been training for this my whole life; I knew I was going to be here."

Barf is this dude actually a real person? I thought I had an ego, which I do, but this guy might as well make out with himself the way he's already dubbed himself already, like relax we get it you do this.

"How do you feel you stack up against the competition?" Another reporter asks. "Do you think anyone here is capable of beating you?"

"What competition?" Alejandro asks in an arrogant tone. "I don't know who the hell any of these people are, but I already know that they don't compare to me."

Okay now I know one hundred percent in my heart that I hate this guy and I want to punch this guy face repeatedly and make sure he doesn't win at all cost. I was about to walk up to him to give him a piece of my mind, but someone held my hand. I turn around I see a white female with purple bangs, a grey and blue crop top, white gloves, and light grey knee-high boots.

"You don't want to make a scene Infront of 'Mr. Hotshot'." she explains to me. "He thinks the world revolves around him."

"Well after I whoop his ass in this competition, he'll learn it doesn't" I say determined, which only makes her laugh pissing me off. "What's so funny?"

"Well, you're just as arrogant as him." She says to me which continues to tick me off. "You assume you're going to win just like him."

"It's called confidence." I say walking away from her, I stop then turn around. "You better hope you face someone that's not me."

"Can't wait for it... Nightmare." She says which gets my attention. "I think you're the one who should be scared."

"How did you-" I ask before I get interrupted by the loud speaker.

"Attention contestants! The tournament starts in five minutes! I repeat five minutes! Get ready guys for some fun fights!"

"Well, that looks like our cue to go." the purple haired girl says to me still giving me a sly look. "What's with the face, aren't you still confident?"

"How the hell do you know who I am?" I ask full of rage. "Are you the FED's or something?"

"Don't worry fast boy I'm not going to snitch on you." She says as she walks towards the arena. "But I'm not going to make this easy for you."

Well, shit it seems like my cover has already been blown by this random, but if she's figured it out maybe the others have as well. Regardless there's not much I can do so I walk over to the arena with others and man were these kids intense. The Protector Stephen plus his two teammates Big the Cat and Charmy Bee were standing at the top balcony with microphones in their hands.

"Welcome young fighters." Stephen greets us in a monotone voice. "As you know being a Protector in training is one of the most honorable titles you can have." He explains. "It shows that at a young age you were chosen to be the one a country will rely on when trouble comes to our planet." He then stands up. "But earning that title isn't easy." He continues. "Hell, some of you won't even make it to the tournament." He reveals which catches a lot of by surprise, especially me. "There are three-hundred twenty of you and only 10 of you will be able to participate in the tournament." He makes the big reveal which absolutely shocks everyone. "That's right and in order to qualify for the tournament you will need to find one of the ten hidden rings and bring it to the tournament entrance." He explains. "The first ten people who find a ring will participate in the tournament." Stephen sits down and the minute he does a door opens to some forest like world. "Well, I don't have all day, go search for those rings."

Everyone starts running as fast as they can to the door except me since if I reveal my speed that could lead to my arrest which I would like to avoid for now, but someone holds my hand and I look back and see the same girl who seems like she's not going to leave me alone, starts smirking right at me.

"So, looks like you're going to help me fast boy." She whispers to me.

"And why would I do that?" I ask testing to see if she's bluffing.

"I expose who you are and I get my reward prize for turning you in." She threatens me. "Or we help each other and at least get to the tournament, you choose." She says to me which leaves me speechless. "That's what I thought, the name's Julie by the way."

Fuck you, Julie...