The Biterman File - Secret Origins

A man walks into a dark alley. He is holding a briefcase. He looks around nervously as if he is being followed. He is waiting for someone. Someone seedy. Someone who has promised a lot of money for the contents of his briefcase. Inside his briefcase is the cassified secret origin of the superhero they call Biterman. The man reaches the agreed exchange point. He looks around but no one else is there.

He hears a noise and jumps. A few moments later he sees an alley cat, rustling up some mice. He relaxes but only for a moment. Soon he hears a voice but he doesn't see anyone.

"Did you bring the information?" The voice asks.

"Did you bring the payment?" The nervous man asks in return.

"Of course." The agent of evil responds. The agent comes into the light and they exchange briefcases and the nervous man leaves.

"Don't you want to count it?" The agent of evil laughs.

"No need. I trust you." the nervous man replies as he makes a hasty retreat.

The agent of evil is pleased. He opens the case revealing a folder with the label, "Secret origins - Biterman" He smiles a very big smile. He will finally learn the secret identity of his arch rival. He retreats to a safe location and begins to read.

Secret Origins - Biterman.

Fred Jones was a regular guy. A dentist by trade. He had a wife and a child and life was good. He was putting in his time and realizing the American dream. That dream that if you work hard, provide value for your fellow man that you will be rewarded in kind.

One night after closing up his business, he walked home taking the usual route when he was jumped by some muscle enlarged goons. They grabbed Dr. Jones and took him to an abandoned warehouse.

'You should have paid back the boss' the larger goon said.

'I have no idea what you are talking about' Fred protested 'I don't owe anybody any money.'

'Are you Fred Jones?' the goon asked

'Yeah' Fred responded

'Then your the right guy, do you have any last words?" The first goon asked

'There must be at least 20 guys in the city with the name Fred Jones. The guy you are after is one of them not me.' Fred reasoned.

'The boss don't pay me to think.' the goon answered.

'I can see that' Dr. Jones observed.

'Are you being smart with me? I don't like people who are smart' The goon retorted. 'Let's see how smart you are after you meet my fist."

With that the goon adorned his knuckles with brass enhancements and proceeded to knock some sense out of the good doctor.

The doctor hit the floor and when the goon saw that he might actually have killed Dr. Jones, he left him there for dead.

Dr. Jones was in fact not dead. He woke up alone with a throbbing headache. His mouth felt strange and he realized the good had knocked all his teeth out. Dazed and confused, Dr. Jones managed to stumble back to his place of residence. His wife was very concerned and his child recoiled in horror at the sight of him. After checking the bathroom mirror, which broke shortly after he gazed upon it, told him all he needed to know.

Dr. Jones sent his family away and took a sabatical. He designed a special set of jaws to replace the teeth that has been so mercilessly denied him. Made from the strongest alloy known to man, These teeth cut bite through anything the cold city could offer. Once these were installed, he learned how to fight.

After two years of intense training. Biterman, I mean Dr. Jones returned to the city he loved. He donned a cool uniform and one fatefull night revealed himeself to the city by thwarting a bank robbery. When the police arrived on the scene, the would be thiefs had already been apprehended. They tried to explain what happened to them but they didn't make any sense. A man showed up dressed in a strange costume and had a vice like bite. They were taken to the loony bin for examination and a legend was born.

The agent of evil closed the briefcase. He had learn the information that he wanted to know. Soon Dr. Jones would feel the cold steel blade of revenge. But that would be another day.