<div align="center"><strong>The Comic Book shop</strong><br/>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzlXiaR95Fs/T143T9pSjNI/AAAAAAAAC5k/XIVZR-VYlyA/s1600/comic_store.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Storyteller<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The characters local comic book shop -  The comic book shop<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/><sup><strong>Prologue</strong></sup><br/><br/>It is Friday and across the nation this weeks latest releases of various comic books have reach comic shops across the nation,  from the east coast to the west coast.     For twelve individuals,  this day will change their life's forever.    Sure these individuals or some of them could easily download a e copy of the comic book they desire.  But it was not the same.   It is good to be amongst people that have the same love and reverence to ones passion and to see it in their faces when they speak of their beloved hobby.   Its an obsession that has never left them even as they grew older and out of their childhood.<br/><br/>Across this network of comic book shops.   These twelve individuals   with books in hand of their favorite titles of the heroes they adore.   Doing a ritual repeated with every release day.      Are ready to engage and dive into the alternate world.   A place to escape to, from the real world.<br/><br/>A ripple of the very fabric of reality starts out from one particular comic book shop.   A shop that not one of the twelve have ever frequent.     In the very center of the shop a orb like sphere snaps into existent.   Suddenly as if with the big bang.  The sphere would begin to glow brightly then suddenly begin to fold in on its self.   Then suddenly a large boom and the sphere explodes.   Sending a shock wave rippling across the very fabric of reality.    That touches twelve individuals.   Who suddenly vanish in thin air from their respective shops.<br/><br/>For these individuals they each experience what is amounts to what they assume at ones last moment,  armageddon  of a nuclear holocaust has finally been unleashed.   As each are blinded and seeming ripped apart from the blast.<br/><br/>It is not the after life that these individuals find.  As they come to,  not to find themselves in the wreckage of their respective comic book shops.  Instead as each person comes to, the find themselves in a comic book shop that they do not recognize as their own.  The shop is not damage,  the weekly releases are current and on the shop.   A pimply teenage Asian boy of sixteen mans the counter of the shop as the sales clerk.   But at each of the individuals look around they have to do a double take for they see what is apparent people dressed up in hero costumes as if going on a cos play.   Seen is  The spiderman with the symbiote suit,  Wiccan,   Spartan,   Ms Marvel,  X23,  Deadpool,   Witchblade,   Nightwing,  Zealot,  Captain America and Green Lantern.   A couple more individuals can be heard yet not seen in the shop. Behind a row of bookshelves.     Each of the individuals would begin to realize that they themselves are dressed as if the hero of their favorite comic.<br/><br/>Each one of them feel disorientated.   Their mind a haze as if it is being rebooted with a new program.   Some feel quite different almost alien in nature.    Through they remember their own names and people the associate with.   The name that first comes to the tip of the tongue and spills out is the name of the hero or heroine they are dressed as,  the often secret name that all have.<br/><br/>The pimply Asian boy with shoulder length black hair,  black plastic frame glasses with tape around the bridge of the glasses as if they had been broken before.   Looks up at the sudden appearance of twelve superheros come to life.  He has a stun expression on his face.     Yet excitement shines in his eyes which are a deep blue.  As if elation of finally having customers come into the shop.<br/><br/><br/>