the Guardian knight

a young adult superhero Adventure

The Story

Alex Knight, the teenage son of the two most powerful super villains, tries to endure as a superhero in a world that doesn't trust his kind, much less his family.

Sixteen-year-old Alex Knight has always felt compelled to help people. That can be trouble, though, considering he’s the biological son of the two most powerful super villains. In a world that barely trusts superheroes, his life would be over if anyone discovered his true identity. Fortunately for Alex, his biological mother has been missing for fifteen years and his father is locked away in a superpower-secure prison.

Unfortunately for Alex, his older brothers just zipped into town. Their mission? Break their father out of prison and return their family to power. Now it’s up to Alex to help the League of Guardians – a government-sanctioned team of superheroes – stop his brothers. Plus, he needs to help the League stop a teleporter terrorizing the city. That’s on top of his efforts to master his emerging powers that rival his parents’. And he needs to do all of this while keeping his true identity a secret.



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Alex regretted staying for the movie. If he had simply gone home when he realized Candice Wilson had stood him up for their supposed first date, he would be back at home now, probably playing PlayStation. Instead, he was sitting on a subway train that was hosting an armed robbery.

Alex knew he could end the situation in less than a second. But that would require revealing his super speed to everyone in the subway car. And the young, toothpick-thin white man somewhere in his twenties had waited for the long stretch between Manhattan and Brooklyn to jump into action, meaning the subway doors would not be opening for a few more minutes. Alex decided to act only if absolutely necessary.

“I need the money out of everyone’s wallet,” screamed the young man as he waved a gun up and down with his right hand and held a Yankees baseball cap out with his left. “Forget change. I don’t want that crap. All the cash you got. Hurry up!”

Little did Alex know that an off-duty Guardian sat on the other side of the train car, staring at the same assailant. The Guardian felt powerless, unable to use his super speed either. Still, he relied on his training and surveyed his surroundings. First, he wanted to make sure the gunman was alone. He also wanted to evaluate his options without powers.

The gunman had planned this, thought the Guardian. He had waited for the R train to reach its longest stretch between stops. He would take as much money as he could – with the benefit of no cell phone reception – and then bail at the Court Street Station.

Unfortunately for the Guardian still evaluating his options, the situation escalated quickly, as the first person the gunman approached refused to comply.

“Get your hands off me, punk,” said the elderly black woman, turning away from the armed man.

“I said give me your cash!” screamed the gunman, pointing his gun at the woman.

“You think this is the first time I had a gun pointed at me, junior? Move along.”

Watching the gunman closely, the Guardian saw a twitch. The gunman was high, which meant that this effort of his was likely for drug money. The Guardian knew this could go south quickly if the gunman was pressed. He decided to draw any actions away from innocent bystanders.

Alex watched as a middle-aged black man ten feet from the gunman stood up with both hands high in the air. The man stood a hair over six feet tall. He was bald with a black goatee showing signs of gray. Even in the t-shirt, jeans and brown leather jacket, Alex could see the man was fit. Very fit.

“Young man, it’s okay,” said the Guardian. “Let me help you get this done without anyone getting hurt.”

Alex could not believe how crazy the man was. The black man was larger and fitter than the gunman. But muscles never stopped bullets.

Alex prayed that he would not have to intervene.

Then the gunman spotted the red bracelet on the Guardian’s right wrist.

“You’re a bracelet,” he said. “You got powers. Why should I trust you?”

“It’s red,” said the Guardian. “I’m shut down. I’m like everyone else here.”

No one said anything in the man’s defense. They were all content with the gun pointing at someone else.