Vurqron: Destined to be

By Dylan Reneerkens

Important: This book is the 18th book in our Superhero Universe!

 

One fateful day, 15-year-old Jordan Morris set out to the shopping mall with a simple mission: to pick up a cake for his younger brother's birthday. Little did he know that this seemingly ordinary outing would thrust him into a nightmarish ordeal. Explosions shattered the tranquility of the mall, bullets filled the air, and chaos reigned. In the midst of this madness, a sinister figure known as 'The Naughty Soul' emerged, his aim to sow discord and anarchy throughout the city.

 

'The Naughty Soul' was a man unhinged by unspeakable tragedy—his family had been cruelly taken from him in a heart-wrenching shooting incident. Now, he sought vengeance against a society he believed had failed him, resorting to violence to underscore the urgent need for gun control reform. Jordan managed to survive the horrifying ordeal, but the scars of that day would linger.

 

A little later, destiny led Jordan to New Vazuno, the majestic city ruled by King Aessoid, as part of a school excursion. A twist of fate awaited him as a gravity-defying accident bestowed upon him incredible superpowers. Yet, as 'The Naughty Soul' continued to wreak havoc in the streets of Chicago, Jordan found himself faced with a life-altering decision. Amidst the chaos, villains closing in on him, and both the police and the enigmatic T.O.P.A.H. organization hot on his trail, he must choose whether to rise as a hero or remain in the shadows.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dylan Reneerkens
• Release date: Feb 2, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223654988

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Author: Dylan Reneerkens

Cover design: Tara Bux

ISBN: 9789464929331

© Dylan Reneerkens

Vurqron

Destined to be

Dylan Reneerkens

Contents

Chapter 1

Near death

Chapter 2

The tour

Chapter 3

Symptoms

Chapter 4

Journey

Chapter 5

Caught

Chapter 6

The Outcasts?

Chapter 7

More?!

Chapter 8

Woah...

Chapter 9

A team?

Chapter 10

Behind the insanity

Chapter 11

Shot down

Chapter 12

Losing

Chapter 13

Regaining hope

Chapter 14

New me

Chapter 15

Never give up!

Chapter 16

Laughing one last time

Chapter 17

Behind the mask

Chapter 18

This can't be

Chapter 19

Back to normal?

Chapter 20

Not done yet!

Chapter 21

Confrontation

Chapter 1

Near death

So, Jordan, Mr. Swift, the social studies teacher, inquired, leaning against his desk. Jordan glanced up from his daydreaming, his eyes fixed on the clock, longing for the moment he could finally go home. What are your thoughts on Molecural leaving The Outcasts?

Uh... I don't think it's a big deal, Jordan replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Mr. Swift raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Jordan's response. Really? So, you believe we can still trust her? Have you seen the news?

Jordan resisted the urge to sigh, keeping his frustration in check. No, sir. I don't watch the news.

Mr. Swift shook his head, a mix of disbelief and concern on his face. That doesn't surprise me. For those of you who aren't aware, she's been murdering criminals. The police have made it clear that if she continues, they will have to arrest her.

Jordan's gaze fell to his desk. That does change my answer a bit. She shouldn't be killing people, but at least these individuals aren't innocent. I wouldn't label her as a criminal.

Mr. Swift chuckled condescendingly. Right now, she's a vigilante, just like all the other heroes. The difference is, we know people like Emily Davis wouldn't harm innocent individuals.

A sigh finally escaped Jordan's lips. So, you believe everything should be done strictly by the law? The same law that teaches us not to call the authorities when something bad happens?

Yes, Mr. Swift replied firmly. There are laws in this country, and everyone must abide by them. Do you think that's wrong?

Irritation seeped into Jordan's voice. Just because there's a law doesn't mean it's inherently good. If someone like Jaxon gets bullied and we report it to our teachers, nothing happens. But if one day he punches Bill in the face, he'll be the one who gets punished. Do you think that's fair?

Mr. Swift's anger flared, the mention of last year's incident still fresh in his mind. You know what, Mr. Morris? Write a paper about Molecural and how her actions impact the world around her.

Jordan's head dropped into his hands. He realized he might have made a mistake by speaking up, but he couldn't let the injustice go unaddressed. It simply wasn't fair.

The school bell finally rang, signaling the end of the class. Students filed out of the room, but Mr. Swift called Jordan back. Mr. Morris, can I have a word with you?

Jordan approached his teacher's desk, apprehensive about what was to come. What's wrong? I just voiced my concerns.

Mr. Swift placed his glasses on the table and looked directly at Jordan. Jordan, you're a good kid, and I understand where you're coming from. But you can't openly challenge the teachers or the law.

I know, sir. I shouldn't have said anything, Jordan replied, though he didn't truly mean it. Injustice still gnawed at him, but he didn't want to argue with his teacher.

Mr. Swift sighed, his tone softening. I want the paper in two weeks. If you have any issues at home, just let me know. We can always discuss extending the due date.

Jordan slung his backpack over his shoulder, grateful for his teacher's understanding of his home situation. He thanked Mr. Swift and headed towards the door.

As soon as he stepped into the hallway, a playful slap landed on the back of his head. Did you get in trouble? Jimmy asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

Jordan turned to face his friend, a smile forming on his lips. No, it was just the usual lecture about not questioning authority and following the rules.

They always want us to fall in line, Jimmy remarked, leading the way to the cafeteria.

Jordan and Jimmy settled down at a table with their two other friends. Jimmy was always the popular guy, but he didn't let it define him. Jordan, on the other hand, was more of an outcast. He rarely spoke his mind and often kept to himself in class.

Mr. Swift is always so stubborn, Samuel remarked, glancing at Jimmy and Jordan. They nodded in agreement, growing increasingly annoyed by his inflexibility.

As Jordan absentmindedly stared at the table beside him, his heart skipped a beat when he caught sight of Diane, his crush, walking past him. With her beautiful brown hair and captivating eyes, she was a sight to behold.

Are you still with us, Mr. Morris? Larry's voice suddenly snapped Jordan out of his daydream.

Startled, he turned to face his friend and replied, Of course. Shall we head to class? Our break is almost over.

The group agreed and made their way to the science classroom. Although it wasn't his favorite subject, Jordan always found himself captivated when the topic shifted to space. Anything related to the vast unknown fascinated him.

Jordan was undeniably intelligent, but his lack of motivation often hindered him from excelling in subjects he didn't enjoy. This was primarily due to his attention deficit disorder (ADD), which made it difficult for him to focus on tasks he deemed uninteresting.

It wasn't as if Jordan was abnormal; most of the struggles he faced were internal battles. He often doubted his abilities and frequently procrastinated. Jordan recognized these symptoms as indicative of ADD, but he kept it to himself. He didn't want it confirmed or documented, fearing it might hinder future job prospects or burden his family with the cost of medication.

The teacher finally arrived, and the students filed into the classroom. Once everyone was settled, the teacher made an exciting announcement. Next week, we will be visiting the space center in New Vazuno.

Jordan's eyes lit up with excitement. He couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for this trip.

Space had always held a special place in his heart. Perhaps it was because the vastness of the universe made him feel like his own problems were insignificant, or maybe it was the endless possibilities that intrigued him.

All you need is your parents or guardians to sign this permission slip, Mr. Johanson explained, holding up the paper. We will depart by airplane next Friday and spend the weekend there, immersing ourselves in the advancements of space exploration.

The news sparked excitement among the students. While some were more interested in the prospect of visiting New Vazuno itself, Jordan's enthusiasm stemmed from the opportunity to delve deeper into his passion for space.

Now, since we're already discussing New Vazuno, let's talk about the recent discovery they made in space, Mr. Johanson continued, his excitement palpable. They have found a galaxy called Vurqron, which contains three exoplanets. While it's uncertain if there is life, this discovery is a significant breakthrough.

Jordan's curiosity was piqued. He hung onto every word, absorbing the information with rapt attention. The rest of the class followed suit, not wanting to miss any details.

After school, Jordan navigated the bustling streets of the Chicago Loop on his way home. Eventually, he arrived at his doorstep, greeted by his mother's voice. Jordan, is that you?

Confirming it was him, Jordan eagerly walked into the kitchen. Mom, I need you to sign this permission slip for me, he exclaimed, handing her the paper.

His younger brother, Chris, entered the kitchen and greeted Jordan. Hey, Jordan, he said.

Hey, Chris. What's new? Jordan asked, curious about his brother's latest findings.

Chris looked at him and replied, Not much. I was researching Molecural since she's been all over the news. Did you know she has a 12.96% chance of rejoining the Outcasts?

Jordan smiled and asked, Really? That is quite a low percentage.

You are right about that. Maybe I messed up my calculations, Chris said as he walked up the stairs to get his calculator.

When Chris came back into the kitchen, he heard his mother say to Jordan, Honey, we can't afford that. The flight alone is quite expensive, let alone the hotel room and the food.

But mom! This might be the only chance I have to learn about space from the people of New Vazuno! Jordan said, disappointed that he probably couldn't go there.

His mother looked at him. I'm really sorry, we can't afford that right now, she said, sounding guilty.

Jordan was really upset that he couldn't go because of that. I will pay it with my own money then, he said, as he wanted to walk out of the kitchen.

He then saw that Chris stood there with his calculator. Jordan didn't raise his voice at his mother because he knew that Chris hated loud noises. Chris was diagnosed with autism, and sometimes that made things very difficult. Their parents' money mostly went to the assistance that Chris needed, and Jordan was fine with that. But now it just sucked for him.

Chris looked at him. He could see that he was upset. Are you okay, Jordan? he asked, his voice sounding confused.

Jordan smiled and calmly replied, No, everything is fine. Don't worry about it. He then walked up the stairs and went to his room.

His mother put the paper on the kitchen counter, and she put her hands on her face. She hated it that he couldn't go because of her.

Chris picked up the paper and read what was written on it.

In the evening, Chris knocked on Jordan's door. Come in, Jordan yelled.

Jordan was in bed, counting how many dollars he had left. He had about 354 dollars.

Chris opened the door, and he said, I have a solution for your excursion.

Jordan was intrigued, but he knew that most of Chris's solutions weren't doable. If you go work at the tech store and work about 113 hours a week for 5 weeks, you would have enough to pay for the trip, Chris said, his voice serious.

Jordan chuckled a bit. Thank you, Chris. But I need to go to school, and I'm sure that I don't have the time to do that, because the excursion is happening next week.

While nodding yes, Chris walked out of the room, and since he didn't close the door, Jordan knew that he would come back into the room.

This should be more than enough, Chris said as he threw about 2000 dollars on the bed.

Jordan's eyes got big. How... what?! How did you get this much money? he asked.

Chris looked at him and he said, Most of this money I have gotten for birthdays. As you might have noticed, I don't need much stuff because I don't like most things.

Thank you, but I can't take this, Jordan said as he continued to stare at the money.

Chris then laughed, I never wanted you to just take it. You can pay it back to me. Whenever you have the money, I want the 2000 dollars plus 2 percent more back.

The trip is about 600 dollars, the school and the state pay for the hotel room. But we should have about 100 more for food and such, Jordan then said.

Chris looked at him and said, Alright, then I will give you 500 dollars. That way, you still have some money left. But I want 550 dollars back.

Jordan smiled, and they talked to their mother about what they should do with the money exactly. After arguing for a long time, they managed to convince their mother that they would do this.

Their mother also gave 100 dollars. That money was for a Christmas present for the both of them, but she would have to find another way to get their present.

Chris then told Jordan that he wanted $450 back since he had gotten the money from their mother. Jordan agreed, and he was really happy.

The next day, Jordan came home from school. He had given the signed paper and made the arrangements for the money.

Jordan was so relieved that he was able to go to New Vazuno that he spent the entire day thinking about it. Even while he was walking home from school.

Did you get it? his mother asked when Jordan walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink.

He gave her a confused look. Get what? he asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

His mother sighed. The birthday cake, you know, for Chris.

Jordan felt his heart sink as he realized it was his little brother's birthday. I completely forgot about that. I'm sorry. I will get it right now, he said.

His mother agreed, and he walked out of the house. Jordan made his way to the big city. Chris always needed to have a chocolate cake with blue icing and sprinkles. It also needed to be from a bakery called 'Joe's Birthday Cakes.'

That bakery was in the middle of a shopping mall that was always crowded with people. Every year, Jordan would pick it up when he got out of school, but this time he forgot because of his excitement about the excursion to New Vazuno.

Jordan walked into the shopping mall, and he remembered why he always hated it there. The crowds of people barely let him through.

Eventually, he made it to 'Joe's Birthday Cakes' and got in line. After waiting for about 30 minutes, he finally could pick up the cake. He was lucky that his mother had called to order it already because there were barely any cakes left.

Wish him a happy birthday from us, the man behind the counter said as he handed Jordan the cake.

Jordan thanked him and wanted to walk out of the store, but then explosions appeared in the middle of the shopping mall.

Jordan was blown backward by the explosion, but he managed to grab the cake out of reflex.

Talk about an explosive entrance, a man remarked as he walked into the shopping mall.

He walked up to the middle of the shopping mall and looked around. Please, people, stop cheering. I have an announcement to make, the man declared.

All the people there were terrified. Nobody was cheering. Jordan couldn't stop shaking; he was really scared.

Some people even tried to run away, but they were blocked by men with guns who also wore creepy masks representing the devil.

I would like to introduce myself first, the man said with a bright smile on his face. I'm the Naughty Soul, and I'm here to represent the failed state that people call America.

People were really afraid. They all looked scared. Police officers grabbed their guns, but they were quickly killed by the Naughty Soul and his companions.

You shouldn't do anything dumb, otherwise this happens, he taunted, laughing.

The Naughty Soul smiled as he started to walk around the shopping mall. Right now, I won't tell you my plans yet, but this won't be the last time you'll be hearing about me. If you survive, of course.

Jordan remained on the ground, trembling immensely. Fear was etched across his entire face as the Naughty Soul approached him.

And what do we have here? The Naughty Soul inquired, stepping closer to Jordan. He noticed that the box with the cake was slightly opened and he stared at it for a few seconds. Is it your birthday, young man?

Jordan barely managed to stammer a word. My... my... brother..., he whispered, his voice quivering with fear.

The Naughty Soul laughed and replied, Congratulate him for me if you want to!

Jordan nodded, unsure of what to do. But then the Naughty Soul demanded that he get up. Jordan complied, but his trembling persisted.

What are you waiting for?! Go home and congratulate him for me! The Naughty Soul bellowed, a twisted smile on his face.

Jordan slowly walked away, still clutching the box with the birthday cake. He made his way