[ WP ] You only had a normal life until the event that would have turned you into just another super hero . Instead , you became the villain .

Consider this a [ CC ] as well. I wanted to write while at work. 
 
 Part 1 
 
 `` When will it be enough? When does the killing stop?!'' 
 
 `` You're adorable, Red Eagle. You think I'm doing this because there's some quota. Some... magical stopping point. You do n't understand! I am doing what you all ca n't stomach!'' 
 
 `` How did it ever get this far...?'' 
 
 How indeed? Kraken was n't a man who acted out of insanity. In fact, he was a very reasonable man for most his life. You see, like most people, Kraken had a home, worked a job that did n't pay enough, and had friends who all got married and had kids. Life moved on without him, and he was simply'Jim James'. 
 
 Jim's whole day-to-day was working in a nation-wide call center, dealing with people and their mundane needs. Each caller wore away his empathy little by little until he was dead inside, and he'd look to the skies on his commute home from work to see caped heroes, zipping across the sky to be more than he'd ever become. It hurt to watch, but what could he do? 
 
 One day, while walking on the ocean's shore, he heard the most enticing sound. A woman's voice? It was un-earthly, and he began to walk toward it without any will of his own. Trudging into the water, his eyes were empty of concern. As he got chest deep, hands burst from the water and pulled him under. 
 
 `` Is he alive?'' The voice was fuzzy. Jim could hear it, but he could n't see. There was an intense pressure on his body, and he felt dizzy. 
 
 `` He is. He was n't afraid when we took him. Not the way the others usually are.'' 
 
 `` So this one is special because he was n't afraid? Kill him and be done with it.'' 
 
 `` I want to know why, first. I'm interested now.'' 
 
 Jim's eyes adjusted to the darkness around him, but it was aided by from sudden bio-luminescent lights that ignited around him. He was flanked by two floating fish-like humaniods, green in tone with a mixture of flesh and scale, which shimmered to orange hues at different angles when the light caught it. He panicked for a moment, and struggled, finding himself bound by some sort of tightly woven sea weed. Around his head was a bubble which fed him air. 
 
 `` Not so special now, is he? He's afraid! End him, and continue your work!'' 
 
 `` No! No... You do n't get off that easy. I do n't care what you are, but I swear if I get myself free, I'll choke your odd, fishy throat!'' Jim had snapped. His emotions had blown passed fear and gone straight to reckless anger. What was the worst that would come of it? He'd die? He started to struggle harder, and it seemed to be working. These fish-people clearly were n't used to taking people alive, and the bonds were weaker than anticipated. His wrists broke free from the sea weed, and Jim found himself swimming frantically to free his feet. He was n't held on a table or any sort of slab, but upright, floating like the others. 
 
 `` He's free! Kill him now!'' 
 
 `` No... Look at him. His anger! I must know!'' The second figure raised what would be described as a gun, but really was a shell with some form of twisted crab inside it, which fired a single quill from itself into Jim's neck. Again, the world went black for him, and he accepted what should be death. 
 
 Again, he woke up. This time, he was not bound. In a cage, he floated from side to side as the world came back into focus. Outside the cage was one of his captors, the one who'd spared him. Clearly it had female features, but had tentacles sprouting from the head where hair should be, and fins along the legs and arms. Her fingers were webbed, as were the odd, four toes on the feet. She wore a sort of sleek'armor' which was in contrast to the more organic structures made of ornate coral Jim found himself in. 
 
 `` We're going to have a little chat, landwalker. You're not normal, and I want to know why. I could dissect you, but I do n't think it's anything inside that will give me answers. Not with a knife, anyway.'' The captor floated around the cage in circles, examining Jim while speaking. 
 
 `` I'm a dead man anyway. You want to know why I'm not afraid? Because I have nothing to fear losing. I sit, day in and day out, dealing with people who are a waste of my time. They call me to cry about their little inconveniences, and then blame me for them when they are n't fixed fast enough. There's too many people, and of them, too many dumb ones.'' Jim grabbed one of the bars, and shook it to give it a test. This time, they took no chances, and he was well kept in that cage. 
 
 `` Interesting. Contempt for your fellow landwalker? Selective as it is, perhaps... Perhaps we can make a deal. You see, our world chokes and dies on what your people have done to the sea. We were never large in number, but since the last few decades, your people have made things here worse by the year. At first, we wanted vengeance, but now, we just want justice. If I let you live, will you help us?'' 
 
 `` Help you? Help you what? Stop biting at worms on hooks? I'm just some guy you pulled from a walk. I'm not one of those cape-wearing supermen. I'm sure they'd be more interested in your justice.'' Jim was coming off his anger-driven high, and his fingers slipped from the cage bars to float in place. 
 
 `` They would n't see it as justice. You could do more for us than you ever could for them. Give us time.'' 
 
 No one heard from Jim after that day. He was fired from work for being a no-show, but that did n't matter anymore. The apartment he called home evicted him, and had his things thrown out. For a time, he was assumed missing, but no one really looked for him. The world forgot Jim, and three months passed. Below the waves, something was happening. 
 
 Jim had died. In every way but physically, Jim was gone, and something new had grown. The sea-people had injected him with their own science, and a serum which made select castes of their people into warriors. When used on a human, it seemed to bond in a new, strange way. His body grew in size, soon standing near eight feet tall. His frame had adapted, bone structure and organs, to pump more blood through muscles which had become sturdy and toned. 
 
 The warrior caste trained him in combat, and he began mixing their ways with ideas from old action movies, and his general reckless spirit. For whatever reason, the styles meshed well, and he soon was their finest warrior. Air was an issue for the first month, but by the end, his body had adapted during the change. He was now amphibious, even so far as to have cellular regeneration. By that third month, Jim was a rotting corpse which had been replaced by Kraken, chosen of the Sea. 
 
 ( End Part 1 )
