Chapter 2 of my NaNoWriMo work, Balls Out.

Ronnie Baldwin wakes up to a masked man looking down on him.  He screams and scuttles back against a wall.  He sits up and takes his bearings.  While he passed out on a stage there is no doubt now that he’s outside.  The wind is so strong he would have been blown against the wall if he already wasn’t nestled into it.  The strange man continues to look at him.  Ronnie puts up a hand, trying to stop whatever might take place — and his clothes have changed.  When he woke and showered today, he threw on the usual easy outfit of a t-shirt hoodie and jeans.  But now.  He didn’t even know what this was.  Some sort of skintight outfit, blue, covering his entire body.  Ronnie couldn’t see it but the strange masked man could.  On Ronnie’s chest was a symbol, like a ball shooting out of another ball.  Nothing made a bit of sense.  Why is he on this building, why is a masked man watching him, and when did he change his clothes?

The masked man stepped forward, slow but confident, and extended his hand.  Ronnie flinched, expecting the hand to impact on his face.  However, when he unclenched and opened his eyes, the hand was still there.  This masked man was offering to help Ronnie stand.  Confused more than anything else, Ronnie took the hand and raised up.  He still kept his back against the wall, unsure if he was helped up only to get knocked down.  Now at eye level, Ronnie finally got a good look at the masked man.  The mask had a theme to it.  It was a black mask, with many yellow markings on it.  Two large ones which must be meant to be eyes, along with many smaller ones that fell into a pattern along with the larger two.  There were four bulges along the sides of his outfit.  Two on either side of his rib cage, and two on both sides of his hips.  Ronnie couldn’t help but stare, and forgot all of his confusion for a moment, because he was so wrapped up in this all new confusion.  Completely lost in staring at this strange man in his strange costume ahead of him, Ronnie was only brought back from his depths of thought when he heard a voice.  The masked man spoke!  “Do you speak English?”

He spoke!  Ronnie stuttered out a yes, and even though the masked man’s face was fully covered, his body language seemed pleased.  “Great.  We can get started now.  If you had told me no, then there would have been a lot more standing and sitting against a wall while I waited for someone who speaks your language to show up.  So, what’s your gimmick?”

Never before in his life has Ronnie been so confused.  His gimmick?  “I go to school….”

“No kid, your gimmick!  I don’t know if you realize this or not, but you’re dressed in a costume here.  Now who are you and what is your gimmick?”

Ronnie pulled out his cell phone.  There was no bars, no reception, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t use his camera. He extended his arm and took a picture of himself.  There he stood, his body looking better than it actually is, taller and more muscular.  Oh, and of course, a full super powered costume.

Now scared beyond anything he had previously experienced in life, Ronnie begins pulling at the costume and screaming.  “Who are you?!  Why did you take my clothes off and put me in this outfit?!  Where am I?!  What’s happening?!”