RUN RUN LITTLE ACKERMAN

Currently, a week had gone by ever since Brandon had arrived in this strange little world. Well to him it was strange, to the rest of these folks...well this is was normal. To Brandon a week ago, this might as well have been Wonderland for all of the wrong reasons. 

Of course after seeing some fights on the sidelines, Brandon had grown numb to the concept of superpowers. In this dimension, they were indeed a thing, and it would seem that he had them too. 

But why him exactly? Brandon was a normal kid back home, he couldn't shoot energy balls or make shields appear out of thin air. He couldn't do anything outside of maybe try to kickbox. Which he kinda sucks at, so it really doesn't count. 

"Bah, screw this...", Brandon mumbled. In this latest homeless hike, he had found himself in a park of sorts, not Justice Square. He didn't pay attention to any signs, he just kinda went with the flow of it all. What exactly did he do to deserve this all? 

Did he piss off some gypsy witch in a previous life? Did he anger the heavens itself? Brandon could go on and on, but it would be pointless. What mattered was that he was here now and that this was his reality. Until he could find a way home...that's just how it was going to be. 

Currently Brandon had stopped to take a rest. You'd think the kid who blew up half of Justice Square would be a bit more careful, but the police activity had died down over the last couple of days. Flying heroes overhead had ceased as well, giving Brandon the impression that whoever was looking for him had cooled off, at least for the while. Time to stretch the legs and explore to find a way out then!

...After this rest of course.

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