Baby Isaac Transforming to Superhero
Isaac was a baby boy who could typically possess supernatural powers, and he dedicated to fighting the evil of their universe, protecting his mother Teresa and his father David and battling monsters. At school, he was somehow a genius that he could read and write. Isaac had a blue dress that possesses his power of supernatural strength, speed, and wisdom. He proved himself worthy of succeeding in defeating monsters at night. was fearless and the first grade, he never gets the attention of what would happen to him, or everyone would laugh at him. His father was always there with Isaac when he was fighting with monsters to make sure that he defeated them.
Isaac was a baby boy who usually never reveal his powers from the world, most of the time. He never understands where his authority comes from when he was always fighting at night with monsters. In school, he was a top student, achieving the best grades. During the night, Isaac was lurking in the shadow of the cities defeating enemies of all kinds. He was excited about the situation, and he wanted to tell everyone, my dad David, especially my mother Teressa, but all he knew is no one of them will understand.
Why does the monster always follow me around? Do I have a “kick me’ signal on my back or something? Isaac asks himself.
He thought his powers could run in his family, but raised by his mother and father, and he did not exhibit any of the skills he did. He would even stop time as he moved freely throughout it. His close friends did not have any of these capabilities; neither did they seem to care about them. Isaac was five when he was only manifested by the time, halfway down the slide at nursery. He was only a baby boy when he climbed onto that slide, and he walked away, realizing he was a changed person, with a new life ahead of him. Isaac knew all of this because when he reaches the bottom, he would even hear the shout of other children screaming my name in delight as levitated effortlessly off the floor, the evidence that was on the ground he begins with the footprint of the size two kickers beside him.
The superpower was what Isaac could recall he wanted. He could even pray day and night were hoping there is God paying attention, and He will grant a baby wish, and I guess He did. What Isaac had made him wondered what God’s ultimatum was for, the reason made God choose him to have a battle here on earth, and help him defeat the evil, but Isaac did not want to ask any of it. The second thing Isaac did, his capacity cease as if he had upset God by questions. When Isaac started living without asking about his powers, they return miraculously, and he vowed to build every second count.
Isaac brawls a new monster each night. Some of them originated from the sewers, and others crawled under the bed. The other monsters were from out space, and even from his bedroom. He was used to them in that he sees the coat hanged at the back of the door as a ghost, and he had to save his mother, who was unknowing of his problem since she was fast asleep. The monster could threaten Isaac that they would kill his parents when engaging in battle. Isaac could use any of the weapons he gets on his hands, and whether it is the baseball bat that he hides under his bed or even his superpowers to freeze time, rewarding him adequate leeway to set a trap for monsters. Isaac had experience in fighting these evil creatures, and proper time to get a lot of standards.
One-night, Isaac was skipping rooftops in the streets, and he had someone talking in his head. It was a male voice telling him that he is right there with him. Isaac rotated on his heel to get attention on the dark figure, stood idly in the darkness. When he examined, he observed that it was like a mirror image of him, but in an inverted way. The man had a super blue suit, but it was not like Isaac’s; it was more of burnt orange color. Isaac killed monsters with his baseball bat and with the help of his powers.
“what tactics did you used to enter inside my head?” Isaac prodded.
“I usually stay in your head,” he said, his voice sounds familiar in Isaac’s ears.
I argue of what he meant, but I was baffled
After a while, Isaac had thoughts.
“dad?” he questioned. It was making real sense, the mirror image of Isaac, who can speak through his mind. That was the usual thing that only blood fathers are rumored to do. Meanwhile, the stranger stared blankly at Isaac, a wicked smile implying at the edges of his mouth. And with that, Isaac had the answer. He jumped rooftop from one to the other, vaulting throughout the air as fast as his leg would take him, hoping he was swift. Isaac craved, stood on the top of branches of the tree that reached up to his bedroom window, staring at my father-figure lying in bed, covered and accompanied by his favorite book. Isaac’s mind drawn a blank again, and as he slipped down from the tree, he was right and insane by the entire encounter.
Isaac was 13 years old, his dad, and he had a healthy relationship, most of the time he spends with his father, David. They could go to travel every weekend and have a great day. They had a life that everybody on earth could wish, the only believe he had was for him to reveal his unique power and become a national figure. He also thought that he might be rewarded for all his hard work for the streets, but it was difficult for him to reveal his special powers because that fame comes danger. My father and my mom would know who he was and even the bad guys.
During that night of mysteries, he laid awake, Isaac rolled over to see his father form collapse in his bed as usual. In his mind, he understood what to ask him.
“Dad, was that you tonight?” Isaac poke. He groaned, still asleep
He tries a second-time “father, were you the one who followed me out tonight?” aren’t you the one I was talking to?”
“return to sleep Isaac” he grouses, obviously not happy by being woken up
“Dad, please, I need to know.”
After all, he did not answer any of it. Meanwhile, Isaac threw himself out of bed and swung open all the cupboard doors with high energy that they shattered. His dad seen to be embarrassed. All clothes were strewn everywhere, and Isaac had searched in each possible place in the bedroom for anything to tie him to that strange thing on the rooftop, but he had no evidence.
“I believe now is time for you to wake up,” His dad said, huffing slowly, obviously too tired to care. Isaac’s brain did a second time take on his words.
Isaac couched in the starting position, hands assured on the track and back coiled like a spring. “on your mark! Get set!” the monster run. I went forward, trying to turn the head of the pack.
“I had like you have said something?” what did you just say” Isaac quizzed; another time confused
“I said I believe there is time for you Isaac to go to sleep!” he said with noticeable energy.
Ok, no problem, dad?
His mother had nothing to suggest he was just quiet. That time he was wondering if he would talk about his unique power, but he was worried about the consequences that would follow. That night was full of nightmares, Isaac was panic, but he had something of what to do. Isaac’s power was not only for fighting with the monster and defeating them, but also, he remembered he was also sharp in school at day time. Isaac could read vocabulary when other children were struggling.
Isaac, as a small, powerful, and intelligent boy, widely feared and ridiculed by monsters and wicked people. He fought with the beasts daily. In the classroom, children wanted him to remain silent when the teacher asked a question because he uses his power to answer even difficult questions. His mother was known to be stupid, so what people expect is that also, Isaac would be silly. His classmates were struggling with simple issues and reading. Back at home, Isaac could tell complicated stories and jokes at the dinner table. Her mother, Teressa, was only ducked her head when listening to those stories Isaac was to offer.
Isaac refused to fail. He was brilliant, arrogant, and lucky. Isaac was reading books at recess, then during lunch, and a few minutes left before Isaac is through with his classroom assignment. Isaac seemed like he is insane because he could read junk mail, bulletin posted on the walls of the school, the clinic, and the post office. When Isaac looks to anything that is written, he sees words and paragraphs, he reads with joy and desperation. He did all of this trying to save his life. Imagine Isaac’s childhood; he becomes a writer and starts writing novels, short stories, and poems. Her mother could not be able to read his books.
One night, Isaac was fighting with monsters, slowly, little by little, he lifted his blue costumes until a small light escaped from the rooftop and monster fall. He was full of anger as he saw the monster were all down. The sound that first comes out of his mouth is that “I kill them all.” When he looked around, he saw a pool of monster’s blood, and his clothes were full of blood that become like ice. Through his power, he again saw his father stood at the edge of his bed, clutching his hand. Isaac focused with his eyes only on the drawing pinned to the wall at the side of his bed. It was labeled “David and Isaac, a superhero family for life.” With two figures clasping in the middle, Sketched in crayon, the colors were vibrant, and it was not difficult for Isaac to notice that he was wearing blue clothes, and his father was wearing an orange one.
My dad, who was clutching my hand, spoke to him.
“I sketch it for you, Isaac! I all understand that you always wanted to be a superhero when mature!”
During that night, Isaac heard his mother speaking to him through her tears, “Honey, do you know where you are?”
he searches around, and my stomach spin. The only beating of his heart was only the sound of thick silence that could be heard.
The heart screened
“you have defeated all the monster with your powers” you have been fighting evils since you are little, do you understand me?” his mother asked.
“yes, mom,” Isaac answered.
What Isaac knew is that the sound was fading heartbeats of his best mom in the world. He was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. Meanwhile, he saw his dad with red and swollen eyes, sitting closure to his hospital bed.
“father, why did I always see you when I was fighting with monsters?” are you the monster I was defeated? He asked.
“mm, just take rest, my son.”
Isaac has had the curiosity of knowing the truth, so he asked again, “please, dad tell me the truth.”
His dad had nothing else to say but to reveal the truth to Isaac, “when you were born, we realize you have supernatural powers with your mother because you were doing mysterious things, it was not an unusual thing for as since I and also have a unique power, I know that the monster could not defeat you because I could help but you superhuman power is most powerful than mine, I know I have done wrong to tell you about this secret, but it was to protect you ” please forgive me a son” Isaac cried. Still, he forgives his father, he said, “thank you, father, for keeping me safe from bad guys and am happy that you and mom are safe.”
Isaac was somehow injured and he ley in the hospital bed, his small hands prodding at his hospital costume. He squints back over at the crudely sketch caricatures of Isaac and his father in their super suits and smiled. He praised God for the superpower he had, which has saved her mother and father. Isaac was pleased with the way he was performing in school and was surprised by how he becomes the writer. The community around them was very impressed with what I little boy did to save his parents from monsters and the city as a whole. By doing heroic things in school and at night, Isaac was transformed into a superhero in the cities.