A dark cloudy sky loamed over the concrete jungle that was the City of Endsville, as the rain heavily poured from the cumulonimbus clouds high above, two students from the City’s semi-respectable school “Endsville Elementary” leisurely took there time walking or strolling as it seems through the rain.

Both students wore the Official uniform of the school they attended, which consisted of a plain white shirt, with a pocket sown to the left breast and a plain blue pants, they weren’t jeans, but it was the best the school could do as the standard uniform for boys. One of them in particular decided to wear a red baseball cap, which also covered his ginger hair, in response to his current onsomble. While his cap in particular should have clearly made him stand out amongst the other students in the school in was more likely than attention to him was garnered more by his unusually large oval pink nose, that the boy himself seemed to pick at every unknown opportunity he was given.

His friend on the other hand was or a least seemed more normal by comparison although he was somewhat portly, he had dark brown skin, which was of total contrast to his much lighter creamed skinned friend, a military hair-cut on his dark hair, brown eyes which he hid behind his think round glasses and wore black clog shoes, which also contrasted his friend’s ordinary white shoes which were painted half red at the soles to the laces.

The pink nosed boy walked awkwardly in the heavy rain, steady stretching one foot in front of the other while at the same keeping his light blue eyes closed and singing a tune to himself.

“Oh! I’m walking in the rain. Walking in the rain.  Walking in the rain. Walking in the rain….” He sung

His comrade on the other hand didn’t find the song very amusing, he looked down on his feet, lost in what seemed to be his own world as they walked the sidewalks of the Endsville cul-de-sac, passing the houses which resided outside the City, this small community is where they lived.

“Hey Irwin!” called the ginger haired boy to his friend residing to his right

“Huh? Yeah Billy?” Irwin said sadly to his Best Friend

“Mmmmmmm……….”he said pondering, “Why so glum? Eh chum?” he finally said to his daydreaming friend.

“Oh nothing….” lied Irwin

“Great!!” said Billy running to the stop signal a head of him.

“Okay! YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW!?!!” Irwin shouted as he also ran towards the stop sign.

“Uck! Oh sure!” he answered

Quickly getting on his knees and clasping his hand together he looked up to dreary sky and said “Well it’s like this YO! Ever since my beloved Mandy moved away….*sob*….MY LIFE IS MEANINGLESS NOW!!”

“That can’t be true, you still have me” said Billy proudly pointing towards himself

“………Ahem like I was saying before YO. MEANINGLESS!!”

“Oh Come On! I’m sure there’s plenty of OTHER Mandy’s in the world”.

“No Billy, there will only be one evil, cynical, beauty goddess of a tyrant for me! And that’s *sniffle* my Mandy”

“Eh? Irwin? Whatyoutalkingbout?”  Quickly responded Billy

“*sigh*….Forget it Billy” Irwin said finally giving up on his friend

“But Wait!!! Isn’t she still here?!?” shouted Billy upon his realization

Sighing once again he began to explain “Billy for the last time. That was just a cardboard box YO”

“Oh Yeah!” beamed the pink nosed boy ecstatically. When it came to logic Billy wasn’t exactly considered “Mr. Smart” seeing as his I.Q was negative 5. People often wondered why someone as knowledgeable as Irwin would even consider calling someone as dim-witted his friend, but did, none the less. The safety signal across from the two had finally signaled them to walk. The two, Irwin standing up after his little “freak out”, proceeded to so with his friend.

After several more minutes of walking the comrades eventually passed by Irwin’s small home, which he affectionately called his “Crib”, it seemed remotely identical to the rest of homes in the area. It was a small pale yellow house with brown roof tiles; a garage which was located at house’s right instead of its left like a majority of the other houses and strangely the boys family basement looked eerily like the inside of an Egyptian Tomb.

“Later YO” Irwin said walking to the door of his home.

“See Ya Irwin” shouted Billy as he waved to his friend.

As soon as he closed the door behind him Irwin could have sworn his friend was singing his rain song as he walked away; he ignored it as he whistled walked into the family living room which wasn’t too far from the door. Feeling lazy he had planned on planting himself on the couch in the dimly lit living room, whose only source of light came from the television set; for the rest of the night for soon another without his so-called “beloved” would soon.

“Irwin!” said someone who had apparently made his way to the couch already. The person in question was strange; his entire body was covered in wrap dusty old bandages, not from being in an accident or fatal injury, but from being mummified for over millennia’s. The only part of the man which wasn’t covered in badges was his wrinkled face, which would have made no difference as the man seemed to keep his eyes closed even when awake. His face and hands had a strange color of blue and he wore an Egyptian Headdress which expanded over his head covering both ears. This person was King Poppen-Locken Irwin’s Mother’s Father making him his Grandfather or “Grandpapa” as he would call him.

“Hey Grandpapa! Uh….where’re Mom and Dad? I don’t see them anywhere YO” said Irwin questionably as gave his grandfather a hug.

“Well your father is currently on the roof looking for the keys for his “Escalady””

“……………?”

“Don’t ask why” he said in his strange slightly-Jewish accent

“And your mother had herself locked up in the kitchen, ever since I got here”

Irwin turned to said door, noticing that the door it self had been cover in chains and bolted down to restrict a “certain” visitor from entering past the threshold that was the door “Whoa…..Harsh YO” Irwin said as plumbed himself on the couch and sighed.

Poppen-Locken took notice of his grandson’s sense of boredom as he sat with him “Irwin what’s wrong? You seem down.”

“It’s nothing Grandpapa” answered Irwin trying closing his eyes

Stroking his chin the old king had apparently come up with an idea. He snapped his finger gaining his grandson’s no-so-laser-guided-attention
“I got it!” he said to himself aloud “The one sure fire thing that’ll help you forget ALL your troubles!”

“Is it another giant pyramid?” Irwin scoffed at the idea.

“Noooooooooo but it’s just as good” “Come on, follow me” said Poppen-Locken as walked away. Irwin just gave sigh as he followed his grandfather.

The area they had arrived in was great and expansive, its walls where brown in color, but had ancient Egyptian writing depicted on it making it seem literally Ten Millennia OLD. Surely such a place as this would be LEGENDARY; as it would the find of the archaeological world if it wasn’t for one minor detail….

“Here we are! Irwin”
   
Irwin looked around the room confused “Uh Grandpapa?” “What’re we doing in the basement?”

“Interesting Question, but first lemme tell you a story” said the old king. He suddenly clapped his hands to together causing an echo to sound though the entire “basement” and an endless number torches began to set themselves ablaze scaring the shadows off the walls.

Thousands of years ago during the time of Great Pharaoh’s, a secret order of warriors, The Guardians, were created. There objective, to protect the Pharaoh’s of Egypt…………at all costs. Now unlike those stories you hear on T.V, these secret warriors were the only protection the Pharaoh’s needed, because the Guardians themselves were Invincible. They wielded scarce powers unlike those of mortal men, physical prowess, which could make even the most honest of men green with envy, among other powers as well. “Eh-heh-heh-heh-eh and ALL this in the name of their Great Pharaoh” chuckled Grandpapa as he finished his story.

“Cool story Granddad, but what does any of this has to do with me YO?” said the intrigued grandson to his grandfather

“Well what I’m trying to say Irwin is this, as a former-Pharaoh myself, would you like to be a Guardian?”

“NO WAY!!!” said Irwin who couldn’t even believe his own ears.

“Way! You see Irwin, this room also doubles as a Guardian ritual ground, so it should be easy for me to make you into a Guardian” explained the former-Pharaoh

Irwin eagerly excited waiting to hear how the ritual would be conducted

“Now you stand there Irwin as I get this shin-dig ready” Poppen-Locken said as he clapped and once again made a resolving echo that neither changed the light nor affected the area, the king kept his hands locked in place as strange Egyptian-symbol began appearing on his bandages.

'This like so exciting. I’M GONNA HAVE SUPERPOWERS FOR REALZ YO!' thought Irwin unbearably

Suddenly two bandages began to grow from Poppen-Locken mummified spine, as if they had a mind of there own, the two dusty wraps pulled themselves away from his spine and began a slow descent to ground........

…….. Or so it seemed

The bandages quickly moved through the air passing from the feet of the former-Pharaoh and swiftly made a loop around his grandson, forming what appeared to be a white line around his stomach.

“Hehe it kinda tickles” giggled Irwin

Upon hearing this Poppen-Locken quickly pulled out, what seemed out of NOWHERE, a pair of headphones and positioned them on his head.

“What’re doing YO?” said Irwin, not notice that the bandages around him where multiplying and expanding around his the upper half of his body

“Oh nothing” reply the boy’s sly grandfather.

One of the bandages had caught Irwin’s attention and rapped around his chest rather tightly “Uh YO?” he said in the direction of his granddad, who now had music amplified in his speakers “Hey YO?” still to his granddad who now was drinking random tea as more bandages rap around his chest as well as arms squeezing him tightly.
“Uh this is cool n’ all Grandpapa but….OH MY GAWD!!?!?!!” before he could complete his sentence the bandages had completely encased him head to toe in there dusty wrap making it seem as though he were a giant pupa on the ground.

“………..?” King Poppen-Locken had finally looked in the direction in which his grandson was. What he saw was his grandson blindly walking towards him as if he were one of the undead; with hands pointed straight in front of him in this new encased form. The boy suddenly stopped, his hand dropping to his sides as sand began to exit from in-between the wrapping’s, it began pouring from his hand, then his waist, from the tip of his head and finally his legs until the image which the bandages themselves hid seemed like there someone much less “portly” behind the veil of wrapping and someone much more….

The remaining sand which pored from his head and waist formed in a pattern which created an Egyptian Headdress, similar to his grandfathers, and a Blue waist-cloth respectively, and astonishingly both looked as though they were weaved of silk naturally.

The old image of the boy that had once been there a minute ago had disappeared with the sand and been replaced with this mummified super-being. Only one of many countless wraps slid from the child’s vision enabling him to see through shadow-eyes, but the eyes seen through the shadow’s where as red as crimson, his pupils could no longer be seen as the red consumed the entire outside of his eyes.

“Well Irwin how do you feel?” Poppen-Locken said slightly concerned

“Considerable lighter, but, I don’t feel any stronger YO?” The mummified youth said surprisingly clear through a bandaged wrapped mouth.

“Don’t worry you’ll grow into the power with time, but for now….” Poppen-Locken quickly observed the outside through the “basement” window seeing the weather had calmed down significantly and that evening had quickly approached. “….show me some tricks” he finished


Endsville’s City was a bustling metropolis just like every other it contained huge lights, a number of different methods of transport, such as Taxi’s, Buses and Trains, a variety of business corporation, like Endsville News, Nasty Burger and Evil Con Carne and most importantly for the mummified duo of Grand -Father and Son…….very….VERY Huge buildings!!!

“I don’t know bout this Grandpapa” trembled Irwin still in his Guardian State, as he stood knees shaking on one of the tallest buildings in the City, ranging from 90 to 110 feet in height, this Endsville Business Firm Building seemed more like the drop of death to him.

“Thrust me you’ll do great” said Grandpapa calming his grandson….
….and pushing off the edge of the Building. “Irwin!” he shouted from a top the high building to top.

“AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” was the sound Irwin made as he plummeted from basically 100 feet in the air, despite his new edger appearance Irwin was Irwin on the inside. Which at the moment was not good.

“USE THE BANDAGES IRWIN!” shouted Grandpapa pointing to a nearby flag pole

“HUH!?!” Irwin saw the flag pole and understood what his grandfather meant “Okay!” he shouted with renewed confidence.

An endless stream of dusty bandages erupted from his left hand and quickly wrapped itself tightly around the flag pole, stranding him in mind air for a few moments, his hand jerked slightly on the dusty bands and in response the bandages tried to retracted it’s master to it’s location but instead launched him several distances from the building where his Grandfather was. The launching implements quickly retracted back to bandaged arm they came from, but where released again by their master through the other arm to retain his catch and fall momentum. The young mummy continued to zoom through the buildings ahead of him repeating the process. “Ohhh Ya!” he shouted seemingly getting the hang of it “I am so SPIDER-MAN! YO!


BAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

….was the sound made when his body made “contact” with the wall of the brick building in has currently plastered on. The boy’s body soon came to fell rapidly like the bricks which ejected from the building earlier during his no-so-heroic crash. Fate was luckily on his side today as he fell only to be caught by familiar dusty wraps.

“You are so NOT spider-man” said the ancient-senior as he struggled to carry his unconscious grandson, dropping him to ground once for a slight minute and proceeded to carry him out of the city as onlookers only watched as strange-beings left.


As they left for home only a stray in the crowd stood above the rest, he was a relatively tall man of 5, 4 and wore a strange black full-body leather suit which covered even his face, a strange cybernetic red scope which covered over his right-eye and his belt contained a arsenal of different weapons, ranging from handheld weapons to different explosives. The man observed the area where the concrete had come in contact with the Pharaoh’s grandson just moments ago with his red cyber-optic vision….

“Never thought I’d find one of THEM in this dump of a city, oh well, they all hang on my trophy wall EVENTUALLY….”