User:Vampirate68/Jack Miller

Jack Miller
In-story stats
Known ability	Enhanced Physiology
Formal name	Jack Nathan Miller
Alias	The Carrier
Gender
Age	31
Home	London, England
Residence	Abandoned Church
Occupation	Formerly a driver for the mafia Hired Assassin
Significant other	Hannah Grayson (deceased)

Jack Miller is an Evolved human with the ability of Enhanced Physiology.

Character History

A Rude Awakening

"Wake 'em up." The tall man nodded and punched the seated man in the face. The seated man grunted with pain, bringing him quickly into consciousness.

"Wwww-what...Where am I?" The man began to panic, trying to get up out the chair he was tied to. The shorter of the two standing men tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but the seated man violently shrugged it off.

"Settle down, settle down. Billy, what the hell was that?" The tall man shrugged "So...Miller. Do you remember anything?"

"Where am I?" Miller looked around. He was in a small room, possibly an office or study. There was a large grand piano in the corner and rows of book cases covering the walls.

"You're in your own house, don't you recognize it Jacko?" Miller gave him a clueless look. "You really don't remember anything, do you?" Miller gave him the look again. "Do you even know who you are?"

"No..." Miller paused, a confused look on his face.

"It worked..."

"What worked?"

"Uh...That blow to your head really must have messed with your memories. Well, take this as a second introduction. My name is Cole Grayson."

"Did...did I know you?"

"Of course, I'm your boss" Jack just stared at him.

"My boss?" Jack Miller looked around his back to his tied hands. "Why am I tied up?"

"This is the way I found you. All tied up. I saved you from that man over in there." Kole pointed to a large grey lump. After a little bit of staring, he realized it was a body. Jack was surprisingly calm with it.

"What?"

"Well, you left the job a few months ago, saying you wanted a normal life. I figured, let him go. Shortly after you left an...old friend of mine came searching for me, and found you instead. I guess that's just how it works when your in the mafia."

"I was in the mafia?"

"Well, sort of. You were my "driver". Well, why don't we get you out of that chair. You can come with us and I can explain your entire situation to you." Jack seemed nervous, but agreed. He figured that it would be better to go with these people than go it alone. Plus, he seemed to remember this person, so he must have known him before. The tall man reached behind his chair and cut the rope tied around his hands.

"This way" The man smiled. His teeth were yellowed and chipped, at least 4 missing.

"Sure..." Jack avoided him as he got up. Cole and the Smiling Man left the room. As Jack followed, he couldn't help looking down at the dead man. Who was he? The face seemed so familiar...

Two Years Later

Jack was thankful that Cole had given him his old job back. His memory had yet to come back, and it was the only job he felt natural doing. It turns out that he was more than a mere driver. He was a carrier. He transported Mr. Grayson and other associates to and from intense situations. It was never a dull job. Plus, working for Mr. Grayson had introduced him to his daughter, Hannah. They had been dating for almost a year and half now.

But it was Mr. Grayson had shown him that shocked him even more. After a few weeks at his house (Which Jack lived in) Grayson had asked him what he thought about the possibility of human's having super powers. Jack had laughed at the idea, saying it was just crazy talk. But he stopped when he noticed the serious expression on his face.

"What if I told you it was true, that people did have powers. What if I told you I had one, that you had one."

"Then I would call you a liar." Cole laughed.

"Just watch." Cole grabbed a glass of water. Suddenly, his hands glowed blue. The cup immediately froze. Jack took a step back, shocked, but yet familiar with it. "You see, we're special."

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Notes

• Jack is right handed