Living on the Streets (Sam Alexander, Pt. 1)
Okay, so I have decided to do an ‘orgin’ story take on Sam Alexander aka Nova, though it is just a fun story and most of it is not actually true. But I hope you enjoy.
His two names could both be that of a first, Sam Alexander. It was the best he could do after someone had put him on the spot, he didn’t know his true last name, if he even had one. When he was a baby he was taken from his home of Sencil, a Titan wiping out the rest of the population of his planet.
Sam was taken when he was a baby, the Titan as far as he knew, had just given him that name. Normally when the Titan took “Children” they were older but this baby, the one from Sencil was different, he had a fire in his eyes. He had an aroma that couldn’t be placed, his heart was reaching out to the Titan. He couldn’t resist so he took the baby from his home, slaughtering the rest of his people. Though he did only have him for a short while, close to what the Titan made his birthday, the day he took him, 14 Ianuarius.
The boy had to have been at least 16 months old so when 14 Ianuarius came back around, the Titan proclaimed he was two. He only guess though with the age, based on the boys walking and comprehensive skills. By the time though the Titan had first given him a knife, the little boy was stabbing everything he could. Sam didn’t consider the Titan as his father as he did not force to be called ‘dad’ or ‘father’ or any other form of the term.
He trained him as he did his other children which were all adopted as well. The older ones he sent on quests to do his bidding, the younger ones, he kept to train. Like Sam, the young boy though, wasn’t with the Titan much longer after his third birthday, one of the Titans daughters was actually really sweet to the little boy. She saw a lot of herself in him, sure she was a lot different but the two of them were much alike. The Titan killed their entire planet but themselves and he took them to do his dirty work.
Sam was exceedingly astounding in his training and he could be a secret assassin he was so quick and stealthy and no one would expect a three year old little boy. The Titan started preparing his first quest.
His first quest was to get a helmet, but not just any helmut, a Nova Corps Black Ops Helmut. Though Sam doesn’t remember but if he did, he would’ve known his father worked for the Nova Corps and that the helmut he would be stealing would be the one that was his dads.
“Really, you’re going to let me go into the.. Space?” Sam asked, amazed up at The Titan, who nodded curtly.
“Don’t let me down Sam, I trust you.” The Titan raised his head as he seemed to give him authority yet he still was looking down upon Sam. Sam took a deep, steady breath, crossing his arms behind his back and standing up straighter.
“I’m ready sir, I won’t let you down.” He piped up and The Titan turned his gaze to a different one of his daughters, shaking his head lightly at her, with great disappointment because she had let him down. Before he turned his gaze back too Sam.
“I don’t think you will, now go, Sam, take what you need.” The Titan gave him a small wave of his hand and the three year old little boy walked casually out of the room but once he got around the wall, he jumped and began running to the hanger. He was so excited he finally got to get out of the Titans home and by himself. This was a real mission. The little boy bounded into the spaceship and spoke to the autopilot since he was going alone and couldn’t reach certain switches.
“Hexi, can you please take me to ‘Nova Corps’?” He asked, sweetly, the autopilot which Sam had named himself, obeyed and shut the spaceship door. Starting up the engine and waiting for the hanger to open it’s roof to fly out of. Sam sat in the pilots seat, staring out of the window, watching all of the planets bypass him in such a manner they didn’t look like they were anything than blobs. But Sam didn’t care, he loved it, everything was so pretty and different and scary but he knew if the Titan believed in him, he could do it. He knew he could, he couldn’t go back empty handed, he just couldn’t.
He had the most feelings for the Titan as a fatherly figure and mainly because he knew nothing else, any creature or anything to be that for him. Since he was taken so young from his home, he had nobody, he knew nothing other than the Titan. So he looked up to him as any normal child would to their parents.
Sam had to deal with it though, he didn’t exactly hate the Titan though like the rest of his children do. At least they “hate it with him” they hate their lives because he slaughtered their people. But Sam saw past that, yes some of the ways he sees stuff is weird and almost unjust. But he has a purpose, something that no one else will act upon. At least that's how he sees it and he has the right idea, for some of them but he just doesn’t act the correct way. Sam understood what it was like to be misunderstood though, all the rest of his ‘kids’ didn’t understand how powerful and smart Sam really was. He could do everything they could and plus and he was only three. In a way, that was better than the others cause he was able to outsmart the bad guys but he was small and could hide easier from them and fit in smaller places. Which should make his missions a quick in and out, though this one, his first one wasn’t that way.
He didn’t exactly have more after that though, not for the Titan at least. Which is kind of a long story, it started when he arrived on the planet Heoien (He-Oh-E-en) where Nova Corps was located. He got off the ship and turned it to camouflage mode to blend in. He looked around to make sure no one was around and then he slowly began walking, grabbing a random hat from a man that was sleeping at the front door as well as his badge, which got him through the front gate but he wasn’t granted access anywhere else so Sam through the badge to the ground, not ever bothering to read the name.
The hat was kind of big but it did the job, covering his eyes. Although it fell in his eyes and blocked his ‘up’ visual, he knew he would have to get rid of it sooner or later. He turned the corner and he saw a man laying there on the ground and at first he panicked and he quickly ran back behind the wall. He had to calm his breathing before slowly going down the hallway, careful as if the guy wasn’t dead, though it looked like he was and when Sam got close enough, he confirmed that he was dead.
He almost just walked away but then something pinned to the mans shirt caught his eyes. He leaned down, trying not to touch the man more than he needed to, not knowing how long he was dead. He struggled to unclip the badge from his shirt, almost falling back when he finally pushed at the right amount and it came off easier than he expected.
He grumbled to himself and stood up, peering into the man's mixed face one last time. He had a very long thin face, drained of life. His eyes lay shut, but he died with his eyes open, someone just didn’t have the heart to let the dead man's eyes, that they just killed. His leg lay limp and bent. Their murder had broken their leg first, so they most likely were either really strong or tiny or perhaps both, like him.
He gripped the card in his hand and read the name ‘Alexander, Jesse’ though of course it never occured to the little boy the last name went first so he spoke softly.
“Rest in peace, Alexander.” If he would’ve been a good friend Sam may have given him a kiss on his forehead but he felt weird doing that, so he didn’t. He held tight onto the badge as he slowly walked forward.
The face of the dead man stayed in his head though, he tried to imagine him as a person, his home life. He could see a small little boy and then a little girl a couple eight or so years later. He had a life but whoever it was, clearly didn’t think about that. He probably had a wife and his little boy would want to be just like him- Sam sighed and tried to shake away the thoughts. He wish he could’ve had a father to be like when he got older. But the Titan destroyed his home before he had the chance to even remember his dad.
Sam stopped short as he passed a mirror, catching his gaze. He looked at his soft chocolate milky skin tone, he was lighter, not quite black nor white. He had blazing green eyes and through them he could see into his pain, into his soul. Everything was buried there, it was in ashes. He had soft tufts of black hair from his head and a defined jaw. He was wearing a tighter fit black suit, that hugged his skin, he watched his chest struggle to form normal puffs of air. He didn’t know why but he gently reached out to touch himself in the mirror but didn’t quite make it.
“Hey!” A voice shouted from behind him and Sam yanked his arm away from the mirror. He turned around, ripping the dagger from his pocket, holding it close to his chest but so the blade was pulling through the voice.
“Hey- woah, kid, I’m a good guy.” The man put up his hands but Sam knew better, this man was weird and he wore a navy blue suit that was brass buttoned. His hair was slick back and he held something tucked under his arm, looking like a stack of papers.
“Was that man back there your father?” The guy asked, pointing back behind him to the man laying on the ground. Sam knew the man was putting on an act, he wouldn’t have been so nice to a kid that was trespassing and had a knife. Normally people would have just laughed in his face. He would have “seized” him, at least attempted to and brought him too whoever their boss was. No one would be intimidated by a three year old little boy with a knife, they would’ve they would have hurt themselves more than them.
Sam glanced around the man, he could still just make out the point of the man's shoe over the boxes he had passed previously, which he hadn’t noticed.
“No- I don’t know him.” Though Sam paused briefly, he felt a weird connection to the man, it was true but he didn’t know him.
“What’s your name, kid?”
“My n-name?” Sam didn’t know why he questioned it, though he did.
“Yes, what do they ca-ah!” The man stopped talking abruptly as a gun was fired, leaving a loud ring in Sam's ear, his body went stiff and he seemed to beg to the little boy. Though he could do nothing. He gagged, a small drip of blood slipped off of his lip as he fell with a hard thump on the ground.
Sam hadn’t known the man for more than thirty seconds but he wanted to cry and he didn’t know why, maybe it was the loud ring in his ears he couldn’t get away from.
He could see a small.. Thing, it wasn’t a man, very clearly, he had a snout that was peaking out of a hood. He had a large gun in his left.. Paw? He was probably about the same size at Sam at this point but compared to a normal guy, probably only to the calf. Sam glared at the animal, knowing he meant no good.
“I will kill you kid, get out of my way.” He growled, moving his gun to point up, as he tilted his head up a littlemore, letting Sam see the creatures beady eyes.
“No.” Sam stood his ground like the Titan taught him, stand strong no matter to who their opponent was.
“Fine then.” The animal growled and held up his gun, pointing it straight at Sam who just taunted him with a sly smirk. But the animal wasn’t heartless and after staring at the tiny kid he lowered his weapon. “Move on kid, I don’t actually want to hurt you.”
“My names Sam and I am not leaving.” And he simply turned around and started walking down the hallway. He heard a faint scratch probably of the animals claws on the ground as he glided up next to him.
Sam glanced down, seeing brown ears, noticing the hood was down, he saw a stripe across his nose and his tail swishing behind him, also white stripe with his main color brown.
“You’re a raccoon?” Sam asked, the raccoon looked at Sam, his nose wrinkled.
“A what?” He asked, clearly he had never heard that word before, Sam shrugged it off and looked forward, really hoping he wouldn’t get stabbed from the raccoon. The raccoon rolled his eyes and mumbled.
“I’m Rocket.” Though it was too quiet for Sam to understand, so he looked at him and asked him he didn’t catch that and the Raccoon shoved his hands in his pockets and grumbled at Sam, spitting at him.
“I am Rocket!”
“Like… a spaceship or your name?” Sam actually was confused, his mind still partly being a three year old boy and he had an imagination.
“My name, dumb ass.” Rocket huffed and together they walked down the hallway, though neither knew why they never separated. Until they walked into the room and the shiny bronze of a helmut blinded them.
When they both reached for it, they knew that there would be trouble. They were both there to steal the same thing. The newly found friends would have to fight for it.
