(I feel bad about not having it all done, but since I'll be gone all weekend, (basketball thing) I wont have time to work on it, so here's the first part...)

Monday Night, September 8, 2014

Alice sits down with Hank in the family room of the small house. Blake sits down on his bed, still going over his thoughts.

"Blake? We're watching the game now, you gonna watch it with us."

"I hate football"

"We made popcorn!"

"I'm just going to bed."

Alice sighs has she takes a bite of popcorn from her hands.

"I feel so bad for the kid"

"Well, stop it!"

"What's your problem, Hank? Ever since he's been here you've been mocking him, putting him down. The kid just lost his family!"

"I don't like him. You saw what he did at the field, to the hotel. He is dangerous!"

"So that's it."

"What?"

"You're scared of him?"

"What? No!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I am not, I can handle him anytime, I handled him back at the stadium, I can handle him anytime!"

"Whatever, you are so afraid!"

Hank shoves it off and looks back to the television. Blake meanwhile, trying to sleep, starts to sweat as he mumbles to himself while tossing and turning.

----Meanwhile----

"I can't believe you are wearing that Jake!"

"No, No, I already told you, the Crimson Battery"

"What kind of name is that?"

"The kind of name that will kick your ass if you diss it one more time!"

Jason laughs to himself as he holds Jake's meteor rock in his hand. "You know, I bet if I could get this up to D.C., those scientists could study it, and maybe get something out of it, figure out how it works and all."

"Dude, the juice is all gone, and it's in me now!" He says has he flashes off his costume.

"You know what, I think I will, my dad has to go down there for a meeting, maybe he'll let me go with him, and I'll be back tomorrow."

"What about school?"

"Dude, have you seen my grades? I'll just call in sick!"

Jake shakes his head in disbelief, "Fine then, I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Yeah, and really, Crimson Battery"

"Hey, I told you, don't be dissin'"

Jason laughs again as he leaves Jake's house with the rock.

----Meanwhile----

"I am sorry about your wife..."

Pickster turns around, revealing his costume which is just a light blue shirt with dark blue jeans. He wears a lab coat turned into a trench-like coat. There is a small P on the left of what used to be a pocket. He faces the Dark One.

"I see you're serious about this whole super-villain thing, eh. Well, I am too! And assistance would be greatly appreciated." Dark One says.

"You're one of them...with the powers...you're the one who killed my wife!"

"I do believe it was the kid's energy bombs."

"If you had never...You have haunted me since the day of that shower..."

"Hey, you're the one who came into my crater."

"You must die. You don't deserve to live."

"You're the one that's trying to kill people; you're the bad guy here, Nick."

"It's Pickster now..."

"Pickster...now what kind of name..."

Pickster lunges at the Dark One.

"Do you really think you can beat me? Have you not seen what I can do!?"

Darkness surrounds Pickster; a voice is heard from every corner.

"You can help me, I can help you."

"I would never HELP YOU!"

"I know what you want, what you can do. Your strength is great; your intelligence is through the roof. I have a plan that will benefit us both, give us great power!"

"I told you, I'm not interested!"

Pickster swings a punch, and the darkness disappears as Dark One lies on the ground. "Show me your face, coward." Pickster threatens.

"Please, one lucky hit? I told you were intelligent."

"You can reject my offer and die, or take it and gain the strength and power we both deserve."

"All you want is to use me...it isn't happening."

"So be it."