Kyle's POV

"Kyle?"

"Kyle, dude?"

My name is Kyle La'Van Jan'Twaine York.

"Transformation...number on him..."

"He'll be...properly initiated...all on the line right now..."

As you all can expect, I underwent one hell of a transformation after agreeing to become a part of the all-male superhero league called the Titan Club, which also involved Marcel Dermott and his clan, his friends, and even most of the male population who aren't Outsiders. Even my own father, who had been working with them from the start before we arrived in Berkeley, is a superhero.

"I'll give him one thing...quite a hand with our games...could easily win hands of poker if..."

"Has plenty to lose if...those nobodies are...no more games or faking around us..."

And as much as this goes against everything I stood for as an atypical nerd, I had to become a part of the team if it meant protecting Tamarious, Tiffany, Yesenia, and all who wanted to get rid of the Beautiful People and protect my grandparents from dear old Dad's wicked hands.

I let out a soft groan, my body being sore yet full of power. What the hell did that transformation sequence involve?

"Hey...coming to...Kyle, can you..."

I struggled to keep my eyes open, briefly tightening them closed as the first few rays of light became too much.

"Lower the blinds...his room dark...Kyle, open your eyes slowly."

I did so, my eyelids heavy with sleep as I felt a strong hand grasp mine. Taking a slow deep breath, I inwardly counted down from five and let myself be greeted by the cheerful face of Kaleb "Phantomide" Stanley as he sat at the right side of the cot that I was lying on. "Welcome back, bro," he greeted me eagerly. "How do you feel?"

"Easy, Kaleb," I heard the sharp voice of Vincent (Green Tide) as he came into the room with Marcel and Dad (in their respective superhero colors) and Marcel's two dads (dressed casually) following suit. "He can't really speak right now until he gets some rest."

Thanks, Captain Obvious, for pointing out that my throat feels like it's on fucking fire. I sent him a pointed look before gesturing to Dad to hand me some water.

"Your transformation went well, son," the man in question said as he handed me the glass and I slowly sipped on the cool liquid. "Of course, your transformation lasted for the Homecoming game and today as it's now Saturday afternoon; but you're now a part of us physically as Kevarix. I assume that you've already seen him when you were under?"

I nodded, already sensing that the process was definitely not a bad dream and I did see a more masculine version of myself before he and I became one by some strange regime change.

"Excellent," Marcel commented, giving me a wide grin as he sat at the left side of the bed. "Right now, you need to let your body heal as your body needs to be recalibrated so your powers will be instilled. But believe me when I say that you're going to fit right in with us and fall in line properly if you want the Outsiders and even your grandparents safe. We hate for you to turn sour and for us to take drastic actions if you go against us. You're going to be a dutitful Titan and a prominent member of our club. But more importantly, you and I will be spending more and more time together as the days go on."

Dad nodded, crossing his arms. "We all invested a lot in you, Kyle," he intoned. "And you're not going to have our plans go by the wayside because of your ornery attitude. You can be a part of the problem and become a threat to our plans...or become a part of the solution and have the world at your feet. One way or another, you will accept the latter and embrace your destiny."

Don't remind me, Daddy Dearest.

I felt my eyes grow heavy once again as I was soon lying back on the bed. "Rest, bro," Vincent directed me as Kaleb tucked me in before they followed the others back out the room. "By tomorrow, you're going to wake up feeling and being a brand-new man. And soon, you're going to fit in with us just fine."

I only grunted as sleep took me under once again, perchance to dream.

***********

Sunday morning soon arrived as I was currently blindfolded and now feeling much better. My body now felt more powerful and confident, meaning that I was definitely now up to speed and ready for whatever Marcel and the others were planning. And speaking of which, it was the all-American superheroic jock who had dressed me in some sort of outfit before I was finally led to someplace. "You ready to see the new you?" I heard him ask me as he led me downstairs. "You are going to turn a lot of heads and make everyone's jaws drop in shock, envy, and admiration. Those little nobodies that you're protective over won't know what hit them."

I'll bet, given that you and everyone will be on my jock more than so to make sure that I played ball with you so you won't harm them. I would've loved to say that out loud if not for me sensing that Dad was watching and listening to my every move.

I heard voices as I assumed that we were now in the Dermott family living room as Marcel led me along gently.

"What in God's green heaven?! Brian, have you lost your goddamned mind?!" I heard Grandpa's honeyed twang erupted in anger. "What the hell did you and those fools do to him?"

"My poor grandson," Grandma breathed, her tone laced in fear. "Lisa, this is a new low."

And then... "Holy shit. Kyle?!"

Wait, Khadijah? Does that this mean that she and Khandi are in town?"

"Ladies and germs, I know this is a shock for most of you, but with Kyle discovering the truth and all this past Thursday, we found it more appropriate to expedite things," I heard Dad say formally. "All the same, you're now looking at the new and improved version of Kyle York."

The blindfold was soon removed as I was now facing a floor-length mirror. And the reflection that I was seeing was turning my blood into ice. I was staring at the same version of myself from the dream sequence, his body more athletic and domineering as before. But my skin went from a dark-chocolate brown to a lighter tone similar to caramel-brown and my eyes were more of the hazel-blue than the typical dark and surly brown. I was dressed in a form-fitting shirt in the color of champagne gold with matching boots, black briefs, and matching boots.

And then I heard Kevarix in my head. What do you think, Kyle? I told you that you and I would be one and the same in many ways. And soon, you and I will be unlocking many doors.

I gulped loudly, turning to face my family- Dad looking as if he had won the lottery and every award known to man, Mom smiling as if she won Miss Universe, Grandpa and Grandma looking livid, and my twin sisters who looked as if they were going to be sick- and Marcel and the gang (Lita and Diana included, the former and her parents looking pleased while Macey looked stunned) before I found myself asking one question, surprising myself with my voice that sounded like Kevarix's.

"What did you do to me?"

Dad smirked, coming to me. "We made you into power, son," he said casually before he snapped his fingers and his business suit became his signature Orynyx ensemble of red. "And like I said, I've invested a lot into you and you will not mess this up. You're going to play ball by your volition...or by force."

"All part of the sacred essence," Andrew (Cetrus) piped up as he, his husband, and Marcel joined my dad, their casual ensembles becoming their superhero garb as did Marcel's friends'.

"You can't deny it," Phillip (Scion) told me good-naturedly. "It's a new kind of cool. A breath of fresh air for your drudgery past."

"A new and finer dynasty that's all ripe for the picking, babe," Marcel told me as he and I were inches from each other's faces. "Welcome to the Titan Club, Kyle York. We're going to make sure that you fit right in just fine."

Folks, this is where I found myself asking the question that I bet you guys are waiting for me to hear: "How did my life become a comical comic book?"

And the answer was simple: I had sold my soul to the devil, that's how. Let's move on, shall we?

And there you have it, ladies and germs! Kyle's now part of the Titan Club and things will be crazy from here on out! All I can tell you is that you're not ready for what's ahead, especially with how Tamarious and Company will react to the news. And that's coming up in the next chapter, so don't you dare miss it!

Dedication: ReneeShantel. Song: "Disturbia" by Rhianna

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