A Different Super Hero ( Part 1).

Steven Jones life was like a comic book, but he was no Super Hero. He loved his comic book heroes, Superman and Spiderman were his favourites.

Peter Parker and Clark Kent were like him that was for sure, weak, bullied, awkward. But that was where the comparison ended. They could transform themselves into Super Heroes, he couldn’t.

He was twenty two and lived on his own in a bedsit in Hackney, the street was a shit hole, his block of flats was a shit hole and so was his flat. Over the years he had become a loner.

No one wanted to be his friend because he had nothing going for him. He worked at the local job centre helping people fill in forms, it was boring and he hated it.

He had to do something, there had to be some way out of this grotesque day to day living.

He sat back in his old worn armchair and read another one of his comics. That’s when he had his flash of inspiration.

Peter Parker only became Spiderman when he put his Spiderman suit on, therefore it was the suit that gave him his powers, Clark Kent was the same, he went into a Phone Booth all meek and mild but came out wearing his suit and he suddenly had super powers. Yes, no doubt about it, it was the suit that transformed them.

Hold on a minute, he saw a flaw in his thinking, Spiderman was bitten by a very rare Spider and Clark was born on Krypton. These were major factors in their life.

But once again he saw some similarities, he was an orphan, brought up in an orphanage and then by foster parents, he had no idea who his real parents were, what if he had been born somewhere in outer space and brought here to do good and save the world, he also remembered the time he was bitten by the school hamster when he was six. Maybe, just maybe there was a connection between the two. Maybe if he got the right suit, he would become… HAMSTERMAN.

He got up out of his chair and looked in the mirror, he was thin and scrawny just like Peter Parker, he had deep blue eyes, just like Clark Kent, there were just too many coincidences to dismiss now. He had to go out and get the suit!

It was a Saturday; he walked along Hackney High Road and into the fancy dress shop.

“Yes sir, can I help you?”

“I’m looking for something specific, a suit, sort of like a hamster.”

“A Hamster suit sir?”

“Yes, do you have one?”

The shop assistant went out to the back of the shop, he returned a few minutes later with a large grey furry suit.

“This is the closest thing I’ve got sir.”

“Is it a Hamster suit?”

“Err yes sir, a grey hamster suit.”

“Can I try it on?

“Of course sir, there is a changing room out the back.”

He took the suit and walked off.

“A few minutes later he reappeared.

“How does it look?”

The shopkeeper put his hand to his mouth; standing in front of him was a massive fluffy, furry grey squirrel, complete with large bushy tail.

“Excellent sir, like a big grey hamster.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Just for the weekend sir?”

“No, I don’t want to hire it, I want to buy it!”

He changed back into his clothes, parted with one hundred and seventy pounds and went back home.

Once inside his squalid bedsit, he put on his new purchase. He looked in the mirror, it was difficult to see straight, what with the big fluffy head, but he was pleased with what he saw.

“Look at me, I’m Hamsterman.”

He decided he needed a few more things to go with his costume. He put on a pair of red pants that he’d bought by mistake a while ago thinking that they were swimming shorts. He ripped an old tee shirt and sowed the letters HM onto them, then sowed this onto the front of the costume. He stood in front of the mirror and took a good look. In front of him was a big grey Hamster with red pants and a white tee shirt that told the world who he was. He looked fantastic.

He had become HAMSTERMAN.

It was now time to go out into the hard and dangerous streets of Hackney and fight crime…