Specular
L.K Brooks-Simpson
(IXI COMICS, #1)
Publication date: August 16th 2018
Genres: Superhero, Young Adult
The first installment of the IXI COMICS series by author L.K BROOKS-SIMPSON
This novel is of the fantasy/superhero fiction genre and tackles some important implications of mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).
Imagine being afraid to fall asleep in fear that you will not wake up to the life you know. This is exactly what Tre Moon experienced at nine years old. He awakes to his second dissociative identity having set his house aflame. With his home ruined and his parents murdered at his own hands, he is sentenced to trial for a life sentence. Young Tre Moon is forced to walk a path that will change his life forever.
When seventeen year old Tre comes into contact with a prohibited substance called Colloidal Supersilver his life will change forever when he finds out he has the ability to change how light refracts from his body. His new powers come with new challenges to an already complicated life, having battled Dissociative Identity Disorder for the majority of his youth.
Follow the origin story of IXI COMICS first hero as he becomes Indiana’s newest vigilante, Specular! In a city full of crime, recession, drug underlords and other mysterious vigilante’s, the legend of Tre Moon will unfold, all the while, his dark past tries to catch up with him…
EXCERPT
Camera 1 - (Traphouse entrance) 21:46pm“Yo, what time is it?”
“Nowhere near the end of our shift, I’ll tell you that much.”
“That’s not what I f*%#ing asked man. Anyway, I’m finishing up early today, I clock in at the nightclub by the beach soon.”
“So, another bodyguard is taking the night shift?”
“Yeah.”
“How comes Lancis asked you to bouncer at the club and not me?”
“Two reasons probably.”
“Go on, smart ass.”
“Firstly, cos nobody in this place pays to get in when I’m guarding the door.”
“I’d do the same sh*t man. He’s the one paying my bills at the end of the day.”
“And two. I call him Chef, not Lancis. It’s a respect thing, homie.”
“You’re a damn suck up, have I ever told you that?”
“That’s why you gonna be down here in this damn trap while I’ll be letting in all the sexy women. Have you seen the kind of babes down at the coast?”
“I wonder how you’ll feel if I told your baby momma about what you’re up to tonight?”
“Tell her? I hope she’s damn well there to see it herself. Ungrateful gold digger.”
“Hahaha!”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Hey kiss ass, get the door.”
“I am. Someone has gotta do the work here. Chef gonna dismiss yo’ ass soon, mark my words.”
“Yeah, in your f*#%ing dreams. I was appointed to this trap by Maximov himself.”
“Really?”
“Yeah I used to bodyguard for the Bolivians main base.”
“So, you’ve met Maximov huh? What’s he like, is he as big and bad as they say he is?”
“You know what; he’s actually a chill guy. But when I say do not, I mean do not, mess with his money… Who the f*%# are you—”
SMACK!
With one light swarmed punch, the bodyguard who answered the door was knocked backwards with such force, he was forced from his feet. The second guard looked back and forth, perhaps expecting some sort of monster to emerge from the doorway, but to his astonishment a hooded figure wearing a cap came instead. Both guards had a considerable amount of height on the hooded boy and were at least double his width and it was this continued underestimation that lay wake to the next lumbering attack. The second bodyguard swung at the hooded assailant with everything he had, but the boy proved too swift. A wave of light followed every movement and when he swung back, the wave of light that came with his strike, gave him strength deceiving for his size.
BRACK!
Another punch landed and yet another bodyguard was floored.
“Argh!” The first guard had found a way to his feet and had begun charging at the hooded boy. In a moment that would not have been believed possible unless a camera had caught the footage, the boy grabbed the incoming bull by the collar and threw him over his head as if he was a rag doll. Three hundred pounds went flying into the wall behind and three second later the boy had his breath back.
Camera 2 – (Hallway 1) 22:02pm
The hooded boy proceeded from the fight scene and through a curved passage until he reached a single wooden door. He did not immediately proceed. Instead he put his hand outward and began observing the unfamiliar wavering effect emanating from his motions. It gifted him swiftness and lent him strength; the recompense, he suspected, of sacrificing his ordinary life. The boy pulled down his fleeced hoody, revealing a navy cap holding a tide of black waves. The beak cast a sinister shadow on the face below; a face intrigued by the power in the palm of his hands. The uninvited assailant did not look enraged or desperate; instead he looked calm and calculating. He pressed his ear to the door to hear what was happening in the next room. After he was content or perhaps discontent with the results, he descended to a heeled kneel. He then began muttering words to himself.
“Pay. They all have to pay. Like we did.”
Author Bio:
L.K. Brooks-Simpson is a native of London, England. He is an English Literature graduate and Film Production student.
Aside from his creative ventures, he is a strong supporter of philanthropy. He cites his biggest influences as J.R.R. Tolkien, Sanyika Shakur, J.K. Rowling, Tsugumi Ohba, Stan Lee and Maya Angelou, among many others.
Three sentences he would use to describe himself - A book is for the mind. Travel is for the heart. Family is for the soul.
Lara has always considered himself a student of literature and story form and for this reason, his taste is eclectic. Ranging from novels to manga - poems to screenwriting and even comic book story boards. Just as genres define certain works, there are a lot of elements that define his creative process. He has aspirations to write in many different genres.
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