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Oceanus Origins

Promise Me

The next few months had flown by… I had interviews all over the place. BBC News, Loose Women, This Morning, even The Jeremy Kyle show had me on there to talk about how hard it is being a mutant and having to hide your powers from the world for so long… and it was amazing how kind and understanding Jeremy was, when I first met him he was so interested by my story he asked everything. Though the detail I left out in all of my stories was… my sister… I didn’t want to recall that memory at all. For now it is at the back of my mind and I will not reveal it unless it shows itself.

But at the current moment I was sitting in Jonathan Ross’ waiting room with singer Leona Lewis and actor Will Smith. I was sat in a form fitting curvaceous red dress that enhanced my already large breasts and shown my curvy waist off. Rosemarie had picked it out for me already and made me wear it. I didn’t mind, Rosemarie had an amazing sense in fashion. I knew diddly squat about fashion.

“Now please welcome my last guest of the night, she’s the beautiful savior of our country the lovely and most beautiful, Oceanus!” Jonathan Ross called me out as I stood up and smiled, his singing group sang a song about a strong fighter for love which made me chuckle as I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he returned it as well. I sat down on his famous sofa and my knees and ankles were together but angled to the right and I sat upright and hand my hands together on my knees.

“So… Miss. Halle.” Jonathan started, and the interview began.

* * *

That’s what the last few months were like, constant interviews and I had so much praise from the public and I was asked to help with a few charities, though the ones I went for the most were bullying charities and I had visited a few schools to talk to some kids about being bullied and what it can do to people, especially people like myself.

Though… there hadn’t really been any trouble since the attack on the bank. So I don’t know why I was so idolized and created as such a symbol of protection for England. Wait… I know why… Rosemarie. She was the one that pushed everything to make sure that the people respected me and knew who I was… I didn’t mind. I actually enjoyed the time I spent going around and especially talking to all the children.

Though as I now sat in the hospital looking at the tiled floor blurring out all the sounds around me I sat in absolute silence. My Grandfather, my idol was diagnosed with bowel cancer. And we were told he only had a few days left to live. I had come here alone… back to Stafford hospital to see my Grandfather. My mum and dad didn’t know I was here.

A few staff recognized me as Oceanus while a few recognized me as Precious, the real me. Only because they knew my parents… well the world knew my face… I didn’t hide my abilities or my face from anyone. No point… if I had wore a mask a the bank then I would have been considered a thief myself.

I frowned and continued to stare at the floor, the lump in my throat come and gone every now and again when I thought about what little time I had spent with my Grandfather the last few years. I should have taken more time out to see him more… I love him… he looked after me when my parents couldn’t.

“Precious… he’s ready to see you now.” The nurse spoke as I looked up at her and nodded,
“Okay…” I stood up slowly, my head felt compressed with the overwhelming feeling of pain and anger towards myself for not being there for my Grandfather when he needed me most.

I walked through the door and looked at his old wrinkled body, though I didn’t see pain in his eyes. I saw happiness, he smiled at me as I smiled back and walked over to him taking his soft hand in my own.
“Hey Grandpappi.” I spoke with a smile as I kissed his forehead leaning over him,
“Hello, my sweet strawberry.” He spoke, his voice wavered as he coughed lightly and I pushed back the hard lump that had now appeared in my throat refusing to leave me alone. I didn’t want to cry in front of him… I didn’t want him to see me upset. “How are you doing?” he asked a big smile on his face appeared,
“Very well thank you. I’ve been doing a lot of traveling recently and have-” I started,
“I know… I have been watching you.” My grandfather pointed to the TV as I smiled, “I am happy you have come to see me. I have been watching you every time you have been on the news or on a show. I didn’t approve of the Loose Women but that’s how they are.” My Grandfather spoke, I smiled and chuckled a little bit. The conversation of my boobs getting in the way of my movements to make the water move come up… I think that was what my Grandfather was on about just.

“I am very proud of you.” My grandfather held my hand in his, “I knew that you would grow up and be a strong woman who would make a difference to the world, with these powers or without. You would be a symbol to the people of England. Just like Captain America was a symbol of hope for the alliance. And… I know that if he were here today he would ask you to join the army knowing you would be strong. But I’d also be telling him to ask you out because he’s a very lovely man. Definitely your type.” My Grandfather spoke as I started laughing,
“I haven’t got time to be looking for a man Grandfather.” I smiled at him and held his hand,
“Actually… I want you to have something.” He spoke and moved to the other side of the bed and opened a draw, he pulled out an old photo and gave it to me. “I want you to keep this.” My Grandfather smiled as I looked at the photo. It was a picture of himself and Captain America back in the war. I smiled as I looked at my Grandfather’s big grin. “We…” I went to start but my Grandfather chuckled,
“Have the same smile. I know.” My Grandfather spoke as I nodded, it was always apparent that I did have a few similarities between my Grandfather and myself, out big grins being one of them.

I smirked and looked at Captain America, talk about handsome… I looked over his features and hair… if only men nowadays were like him. I would love to meet a man like Captain America, such a true gentleman.

“Precious…” My Grandfather coughed lightly as I looked at him, “Promise me, you’ll do what you think is right. And help the people who are weaker then yourself and protect them from bullies.” He added, I nodded and smiled,
“I will.” I spoke as I looked over his face, my Grandfather smiled as he lay back and looked at me,
“I am so, so proud of you… my girl… I love you.” My Grandfather put his hand to my cheek as I placed my hand over his, he was looking tired and worn out from this illness. Any illness can tire someone out… I looked over his face as I smiled gently, his grip loosened on my face as I put his hand down on the bed. He had fallen asleep, I watched his chest raise up and down as I stood up and leaned forward kissing his forehead.
“Sleep well, Grandpappi.” I spoke and stood up looking at the photo. I put it in my jacket pocket and walked to the door. With one last look at the man I love as my idol, my friend and my Grandfather, I walked out the door and down the corridor towards my future.

I was going to keep that promise to my Grandfather. I am going to protect the people not only of England but of Earth. If our planet is in danger by any threat I will be there to fight it off and protect my home.

I am a mutant with the power to control the waves… I can move the oceans and rivers alike…

I am Oceanus.

I am a protector.

I am your protector.

Notes

Okay, that's all up to date now. Gonna be working hard on getting this story to be amazing and fantastic :-)

It is gonna turn into an Avengers story cos Precious joins them when they form, but this is about her life before the Avengers like the actual Avengers have their own stories... Precious has hers :-)

Please lemme know what you think.

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