A couple days later he woke up yet again in pain but still a better state than before and began preparing himself and his siblings for school. Later at school he goes through his usual classes only paying attention to things he hasn't learned yet which is nothing. As his teacher taught the class biology he sat in the back watching videos on a multitude of martial arts including boxing, muay thai, bjj, krav maga, etc all at once.
When the teacher was about to switch to the next section the bell rang out signaling the swap to the next class. He closed his laptop and packed up to leave for his last class before being interrupted.
"V." The boy said.
"Not now im busy." Vance said as he left the class.
"V! I need your help!" The boy yelled just loud enough for Vance to hear.
"Dude i don't give a fuck!" Vance said as he walked down the hall.
"If you wont listen i'll make you!" The boy said before punching Vance in the face however unlike what vance expected the punch pushed his head into the locker bursting the locker door off its hinges and caving it inside.
"What..." Vance said as he touched his nose and found it was bleeding.
"Listen man, you're the smartest person i know... i dont know what to d-" He was cut off by Vance's voice.
"You don't know what kind of power you have do you!? If i was a normal human my head would have popped like a watermelon!" Vance exclaimed.
"Normal human?" But his words were interrupted by Vance's fist slamming into his face causing his nose to bleed like Vance's.
"Meet me after school dumbass." Vance commanded before leaving for his own class.
"So how is this going to work?" He asked as he stepped out of the school doors and into the afternoon air.
"Just follow." Vance said as they began walking.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"You'll see." Vance answered.
"No seriously, i like to know about stuff before hand!" He exclaimed.
"Stop being a little bitch and shut up." Vance said as they neared the destination.
"I... ow." He said as they stopped.
"Were here." He said as he opened the door to a warehouse.
"So what is this place for?" He asked as he stepped inside closing the door behind him.
"This is where i went when i found out i was a Meta." Vance answered.
"Why here... what's so special about it?" He asked.
"Well John, it has four walls and a roof so no one can see what happens in here and it's old so its got that time tested durability." Vance answered.
"So what are we doing in here?" John asked.
"Im going to help you learn what you're capable of, and how to hide it." Vance answered.
"We're going to... fight?" John asked.
"Haha... no, I'm too injured..." Vance said before removing his jacket and shirt revealing numerous patched injuries.
"What happened?" John asked.
"Bank robbery... their boss was a Meta... much stronger than myself... maybe tenfold." Vance explained.
"And... how strong are we?" John asked again.
"Last i checked i was tenfold stronger than i was before... and your punch felt about the same... maybe a bit stronger... which makes sense with your... round nature." Vance answered.
"Oh... but i don't feel much different." John said.
"Yeah, it seems evolution did its best to mitigate changes to our base state... for example our reaction speed... we can reaction ten times faster but the world doesnt look slow or anything, it's odd... well anyway, take advantage of the wierd environment in here and test your body out." Vance said as he sat down on a box.
Vance watched as John move around the room with incredible agility even more so with his larger size. John flipped through the room like the world most acrobatic fat man before jumping towards the chain hanging from the ceiling. He grabbed the chain and was about to flip off of it but instead the chain slipped from his hand and he fell on the concrete.
"Auugh..." John said as he climb up to his feet.
"Hahaha... you gotta grip harder, just cause you feel lighter doesnt mean you actually are." Vance cackled as he held his side.
"Oh man... being a Meta really is amazing... but why do people fear them so much?" John asked.
"Well its because they don't truly understand us, there are so many things we dont dont know about our own bodies... when i first started out as... a vigilante, i was stabbed and despite my... nutritional state i healed within three days... We're walking oceans of mystery." Vance explained.
"Well that makes some sense..." John said as he dusted himself off.
"Now... in order to not get outed as a Meta you should stay away from situations where you would bormally get injured, and hold back to regular levels." Vance explained.
"That also makes sense..." He said.
"Now i dont know if you intend to try vigilantism, but if you do call me and if not, just live your life like a normal person, i may be doing what im doing but to put it frankly i dont think i will be able to make a difference, this world is flooded with shit and i only have one shovel." Vance said before leaving.
As the sun set in the horizon he walked through the streets dodging the occasional tweaker. He stopped as an odd scent entered his nose, he looked around and found two people in an alley. He pulled his phone out of his pocket before dialing a number.
"I have a drug deal occuring in front of me." He spoke.
A few minutes later a cop arrives only to find the dealer and the buyer slumped over unconscious with bruises on their faces. The man rushes to them checking their pulses before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Hah... what the hell?" The man said before checking their pockets.