Klyntar

Dylan crashed down on his beanbag chair, his backpack and socks were strewn around him. He picked up an orange and black soccer ball and started to bounce it around in his palms. He did it subconsciously. Dylan's mind was on some other matter.

The school was fun. The first week was mainly an introduction week. He had most of his classes with Pete and Harry, except for Geometry. Harry's always had tutors since he was the son of the "great" Norman Osborn, and Peter was just naturally gifted. He, on the other hand, was alright in math. That wasn't his strong point. Science and English were mainly his forte. At least he didn't suck at P.E. anymore! Dylan's mind then remembered the more important point.

His powers.

He knew that, according to his dream, it has something to do with symbiotes. Why else would he be given all this knowledge and be placed in this situation if it didn't have something to do with the creatures. Maybe, he was a symbiote himself!

Nah. That would be weird, and as far as he knew his parents weren't liquid ooze. Maybe he had a symbiote bonded to him. That would be a more logical conclusion. Now to test this. How would he go about doing that?

Dylan thought to himself. He suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Eureka!" he said in a cliche fashion.

"I remember the symbiotes giving its user an enhanced healing factor. If I injured myself and I was healed, this would prove that I have a symbiote bonded to me!"

Dylan got up and rolled up his jacket sleeve. He grabbed a sharp metal knife, (he used it for arts and crafts), and placed it above his forearm. He was about to slice but then hesitated.

"This could go two ways. I injure my arm and curse my stupidity or I win the lottery and get a symbiote" Dylan said to himself, "It's now or never."

Just as Dylan was about to slice, a gruff voice echoed in his mind.

'Kid, what the hell are you doing?'

Due to the shock of the voice, Dylan dropped the knife and it cut his thumb deeply before falling, It's steel blade covered in blood. Dylan yelped and started to grip his hand to stop the flow of blood.

'Great, I have an idiot for a host. Goddamn it. Kid, your finger is fine I'm healing it.'

Dylan noticed, after all the screaming in his mind that, his finger did feel better. He revealed his thumb and saw a black liquid coming from inside the wound and stitching it back together. Dylan rubbed his fingers together and was kind of creeped out, he admitted to himself.

"So you're my symbiote?" Dylan said speaking out loud.

'First, yes I am your symbiote. Second, don't speak, think. The inhabitants of this planet will think your crazy if you keep shouting like that.'

Dylan blushed, before thinking, 'Heh, yeah. Anyways, how did you bond with me? Are you related to that meteor that crashed two weeks ago?'

'Yes. I was attached to that meteor. When I crashed into that filthy river, by the way, doesn't your city clean it once in a while?'

'They would, but right now it would be too much of a hassle to clean.' Dylan answered the symbiote.

'Noted. Anyways, I crashed in the river and was separated from the meteor. I was washed up near your living area and started to explore the city. However, when I was near you something weird happened. There was this primal urge to be near you. It was like you were a part of me. Then, at the beginning of this week, I saw my chance. You were excluding mental energy only recognizable to symbiotes. It was then when I bonded to you.

'At the beginning of this week, I had my dream.'

'I know. I saw it through your memories. Interestingly enough, when I saw the dream it was like it unlocked my capacities. As if an unknown limit was lifted off of me. I had a feeling I could do more.'

'Cool. Hey, can I use your powers?'

'Only a portion, as of now. With more usage of my abilities, you could use all of my powers with control. If I gave you all of the power now you will lose control, turn insane, and kill everyone in your sights.'

Dylan gulped, 'No pressure right?'

'Indeed. Now leave to a secure area to train my powers. They are very dangerous.'

Dylan nodded and took off his jacket. He put on his socks and went down the stairs. His mom was only there since his dad worked till 11:00. He put on his shoes and went out of the house saying goodbye to his mom. It was a bright and sunny day, the school day had just ended.

He ran out of his community and ran to the warehouses. By the time he got there, the sun was beginning to set, lighting the area up with an orange glow. Dylan crawled under the fence and opened the door, revealing a room filled with shipping containers and workout equipment. It seemed to be abandoned since there was an abundance of dust and cobwebs. Dylan grinned.

"This place is perfect for training." Dylan had found the warehouse when he saw it when his family and he were going out to eat once. It was an up and coming Gym, but a lack of rent to the landowner of the area had caused it to become abandoned.

'Yes, it has all the tools necessary for you to use our abilities. Speaking of abilities, now I'm gonna tell you how to activate your powers.'

'Okay, I'm ready.'

'Yes, what I want you to do is sit down and concentrate.'

"Huh!?" Dylan exclaimed He'd been hyping himself up for something more life-threatening.

'Let me repeat that: What I want you to do is sit down and concentrate. Once you do that I can successfully channel my power to you.'

Dylan nodded and sat down. He took a deep breath and sat Indian style. He sat still until the symbiote told him to stop.

'And done! You can move now, what you see is the number of my powers I can channel into your untrained body.'

Dylan opened his eyes and didn't feel any different, he walked up to one of the mirrors set on the walls and looked at himself. His head left arm, and the left side of his c.h.e.s.t was covered in a black symbiotic goo that formed a second skin. It had formed two blank silver lenses that quirked in response to motion when Dylan widened his eyes.

His left arms musculature was highlighted, showing every vein, bulge, and callus. On his c.h.e.s.t, the upper part of a white spider symbol could be seen before being cut off. Dylan liked how he looked but wondered how the suit even knew about the black Spider-Man suit.

'I based the suit's design off of one I saw in your dreams. Also, you can redirect the suit to any part of your body, thus giving that part a boost in strength and mobility.'

"Cool. How long until I could have the full thing."

'With my estimate, approximately 6 months if you train this ability every day.'

Dylan nodded. He looked at his left hand and clenched it. After concentrating for about a minute, the suit flowed off his face and onto his other arm and the top of his back. Both of his arms were covered. Dylan rolled his right arm to get accustomed to the smoothness.

He went over to a lone dumbbell that weighed 50 pounds and picked it up with one hand. Dylan was surprised. When he tried to pick it up before it took all his strength, but now it was lighter than air! He did some curls and his arm bulged under the black suit. He picked the same dumbbell up with his other hand and also did some reps.

"This was too easy, I need to challenge myself."

Dylan put the dumbbell down and walked around the room doing a quick survey of the weights. He saw a dead-lift bar and a box of circular weights next to it. He opened the box and took out two 25 pound weights. He picked up the bar and put them on it. He placed two clamps at the end so the weights wouldn't fall off. Doing some quick math in his head, Dylan calculated the weight.

'If the bar by itself weighs 45 pounds plus 50, 95 pounds.'

He gripped the bar and picked it up with one hand. Dylan shook his head before taking off the clamps and putting 4 more 25's on the bar. He picked it up just as easily with his other hand.

'Damn, that 145 pounds with one hand,' Dylan thought slightly impressed.

'It's not that much when you compare yourself to the other superheroes of this world.' the symbiote chimed in.

'Yeah, yeah I know. I just thought it was impressive for me.'

'Not a high standard' the symbiote joked.

Dylan frowned before shaking his head and replacing the 25's with the '50s. He easily breezed past this one too. Replacing it again he stacked 5 100's on the barbell. This put a strain on him, But he could still lift it with one hand, only with a bit of difficulty. When he added 5 more 100's equaling 1000 pounds, it was then that he had to lift it with both of his hands.

Sweat started to form on his brow and with great difficulty, he hefted the barbell above his head. He held it in that position for almost two minutes while his arms were shaking. He then dropped the barbell causing it to clang on the ground.

'Now that's something you should be proud of. That's half a ton.'

"Yeah, haha, I know," Dylan said taking deep breaths.

After regaining his stamina, Dylan shifted the symbiote to his legs, making it look like he was wearing black spandex pants.

"Okay, jump test," Dylan said as he tensed his legs. He jumped leaving cracks in the ground and soaring past the highest box that was stacked. Dylan grinned to himself before looking up. The Terrace window was rapidly getting closer to him.

"Ah, f.u.c.k."

Crashing through the window, he landed on the roof of the building. He rolled for a bit before stopping with cuts and glass all over his body.

Groaning Dylan was healed by the symbiote, who in the meantime, was also laughing it's metaphorical a.s.s off. He stood up, swaying up while doing so. The cuts on his body steamed before closing up. Dylan stretched and his bones cracked.

"Maybe I should have done this outside."

Looking up, Dylan noticed the night sky and his phone, (which miraculously wasn't broken), buzzed. Dylan looked to see a text from his mom.

"Dylan, you should start heading home right now. It's 8:50. I expect you home by 9:30 at the latest. We ordered pizza." Dylan read out loud.

'Huh, Pizza. Well, I'm hungry.' Dylan said with a hungry smile on his face.

'Oh yeah, Kid I almost forgot to tell you something. Since I am a living organism, I need food to survive. That means you could either a) eat foods that have the chemical phenethylamine, which is usually found in chocolate or brains, or b) eat twice as much as normal, to support you and me.

'Option b, brains have a distinct flavor.'

'Okay, so the option b. I don't know how you'll explain that thought. Puberty?'

'Shut up.' Dylan snarked before remembering something.

'Hey, I never got your name. Or do you not have one?'

'Well my real name is incomprehensible to your human tongue, but the closest translation would be... Klyn.'

'Klyn? Like Klyntar.'

'Yeah. My spawner was real proud of its planet. Also, didn't your mom say for you to be home before 9:30?'

Dylan widened his eyes and looked at his phone. It was 9:12.

'Damn! I wasted time!'

He looked around the area. There were a lot of buildings, and people crowded the streets. Dylan shifted the symbiote from his legs to cover his face and left arm again. Pointing his arm at a nearby building, he concentrated. A black and purple tendril shot out from his palm like a bullet and attached itself to the top of the building.

'Klyn, I have an idea.'

'Already on it Kid.' the symbiote replied reading his mind.

Dylan nodded. He took a few steps back and felt the resistance pull at his arm. His feet crunched at the gravel as he stopped. Right now he was in Ridgewood, and his home was in Forest Hills.

Dylan ran forward and jumped.

Like a pendulum, he swung over the building and launching himself into the skyline. The tendril retracted back into his arm. Dylan flailed around at first, but then reconfigured himself into a more aerodynamically sound position. He boosted across the buildings at first, but the wind resistance was starting to hinder his speed.

'Klyn now!' He shouted in his mind. This was a fifty-fifty chance, and he wanted it to work.

'Got it.'

Dylan felt the symbiote part on his left hand slither away and congregate on his back. Two things started to sprout out of his back. Once he was at the apex of his flight, the two dragon-like wings unfolded behind him, their wingspan blocking the moonlight. He stayed in the air for a moment before flapping the wings and going forward.

After a few minutes of the flight, he saw his home. He folded his wings in and dived toward the house's destination. Once he was close enough to the house, he retracted his wings and landed on the ground, picking up dirt.

He retracted the symbiote, causing it to flow back into his orifices, and ran back to his house. Pushing his way through the trees, he made it to the culdesac part of the community his house was located in.

He walked to the front porch and straightened out his clothes, ridding it of twigs and leaves. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. After a minute his mom opened the door, a plate of a half-eaten cheese pizza in her hands. She smiled at him, before looking at her watch.

"9:27. 3 minutes early? I'm proud', She ruffled his curly hair.

Dylan slapped her hand away. The smell of pizza wafting into through his nose was too much to bear.

He looked at his mom with a cheesy, (Hah!), smile.

"Pizza Time!"

He couldn't resist.