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Defenders Episode 1: Guardian Chapter 10

Roosevelt High students pour out of the doors to begin their joyous weekend reprieve from classes and books and teachers’ dirty looks.  Dan and Brandon exit the building ready for a weekend of, unfortunately for Dan, preparing for Mr. Steinberg’s test.

“Argh, I can’t believe it.  I had a whole weekend planned and stuffy old Steinberg sticks us with a test.  I swear that guy has it in for me,” Dan complained.

Brandon laughs and says, “It doesn’t take much to get you fired up, huh?  Relax man; I said I would help you out.”

“Yeah, I know, but it still sucks,” said Dan.  Brandon and Dan continue towards the gate, passing a small group of girls along the way.  One of the girls, wearing a purple plaid skirt and black T-shirt with shoulder length blonde hair approaches them.

“Hey Brandon,” Heather called.

Brandon and Dan stop upon hearing the girl’s voice.  “Hey Heather,” Brandon greeted her.  He introduces Heather to Dan.

“I just wanted to thank you for helping me with history,” Heather said, gently brushing a few strands of hair behind her right ear.

“No problem,” Brandon said.

“Well, I was wondering, uh, what you were…if you are doing anything this weekend?”  Heather was nervous.  She begins to twiddle her hair.  Brandon, noticing her shyness, gently tells Heather that he and Dan have a test to study for.  “Oh, well I was wondering, if you had time, if you would like to go out—hang out?!  Go hang out; if you would like to go hang out?”

Brandon thought about it for a second.  He and Dan had a test to study for; more so Dan than himself.  Knowing Dan for so long, he knows that his friend’s mental retention isn’t the best.  Unless the subject has to do with cars and hot women Dan can be less than interested in it.  But Brandon has been helping Heather out with being her science tutor.  He has grown quite fond of her, but he hadn’t counted on it to warrant a date.

Dan sees Brandon taking his time to answer Heather.  For him, if Brandon takes her, he gets to have some fun of his own.  He knows Brandon will keep him studying all weekend, interfering with his plans.  Dan grabs his friend.  “Excuse us for moment,” he says to Heather before walking Brandon a couple feet away from her.  He pulls him in close. “Listen up stupid, this girl’s sweet on you or hadn’t you noticed?  You’re not gonna turn down someone that cute, are ya?”

“I don’t want to, but we got Steinberg’s test—” Brandon said.

“C’mon screw the test.  Listen, we’ll just get the studying done on Sunday.  You can’t spend the whole weekend with our noses in the books.  Look, you have your time with Heather and I’ll have mine with Evilyn on Saturday.  And on Sunday, I’m all yours, alright?  I promise.”

“Wait, you have a date with Evilyn, the Goth chick?” Brandon said curiously.

“Yeah, I know she’s a bit creepy, but in a cute sorta way.  She’s got this vibe about her,” said Dan.

“It’s called the Dark Side of the Force, Luke,” Brandon quipped.

Dan shoots him a look.  “Anyway, we gotta deal?” he says.  With a chuckle, Brandon agrees.  Then they return their attention to Heather who has been patiently waiting.

“Well, it looks like I’m free for tomorrow,” Brandon tells Heather.

“Okay, um…here,” Heather said as she looks through her book and hands Brandon a piece of paper with her phone number on it. 

Brandon takes the paper.  “Alright, so I’ll call you about three, get an early start?” he suggested.  Heather stared at him dreamily and agrees with a nod.  “We’ll do something classic; dinner and a movie?”

“Okay,” said Heather, “It’s a dat—da-day…day out.  It’s a day out.”  She is nervous even though she has finally asked him out.  Heather has always liked Brandon but never really mustered up the courage to ask him out until now.

Brandon chuckles a bit and says, “Heather, just relax, alright?  You don’t have to try so hard, ok?”

“Okay,” Heather said, feeling a bit calmer.

Brandon tells Heather he’ll call tomorrow for their not-quite-a-date and reminds Dan of their study date on Sunday.  Dan, of course, groans his agreement.  With his friend and his soon-to-be-date on their way home, Brandon heads over to the park near his home for another day of training.

Defenders Episode 1: Guardian Chapter 9

The rest of the day went as normal as usual for Brandon.  He continued to attend class and get his work done along with trying to keep his friend Dan focused.  Once school ended, Brandon returned to the park to train more with his newly acquired powers.  That was his pattern for the next several days.  Each day after school, he would go to the park, train and then head home an hour before his mother got off work to prevent her from becoming suspicious.  It’s a perfect situation that saves Brandon the trouble of lying to his mother.

One day, Brandon was running through some punching exercises.  Since he began his speed has dramatically increased.  He is able throw more punches in a short amount of time.  Another thing Brandon noticed is that he wasn’t exerting himself as much.  He learned how to manage his strength to a point where he can raise and lower his power at will rather than allowing it to happen spontaneously.  Brandon discovered this covet ability a couple days ago when he wanted to see if he can break a large rock.  The first time he tried it nothing happened.  He hit it again.  The result was the same.  Eventually, Brandon grew frustrated and, in that moment, he drove his fist through the rock.  Looking at the partly demolished rock made him realize that he needed to focus on controlling his powers.  Brandon soon ends his punching exercises.  He reflects for a moment on his progress over the past six days.  “It isn’t as hard to do these drills as before.  Probably because I haven’t done them in a while,” he says.

Brandon prepares to go through a couple techniques.  While stretching, he notices the new layer of muscle mass on his arms.  “Wow, all this working out is really giving me some bulk,” he says, flexing his arms.  He checks himself over, taking in the noticeable changes in his physique.  Once he’s done, Brandon sets his mind back on training.  He takes a deep breath as he got into a stance.  Suddenly, he feels a strange sensation; it tingled in the back of his mind.  “What was that?” Brandon couldn’t make sense of it.  The tingling sensation stayed at the back of mind.  He doesn’t feel it anywhere else but that one spot.  A couple moments pass and the tingle begins to move behind his ear.  “Ok, I never heard of a moving headache.”  The tingle intensifies, throwing Brandon’s senses on alert.  It is then that he feels the presence of someone to his right.  Turning right, Brandon sees a person wearing a dark cloak with a hood that obscured their face.  Brandon looks at the person oddly.  He found it strange for someone to be wearing a cloak in this day and age let alone on a warm day.  He didn’t know why but there is something about the cloaked person that is putting him on edge.

“I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like the vibes I’m getting,” Brandon said quietly to himself.  Every muscle in his body becomes tense.  For a moment Brandon thought about avoiding a fight but his body and senses, both set on alert, are telling him otherwise.  “It’s like my body got wind of something it doesn’t like.  And I think I’m starting to agree.”  Brandon decides to play it cool rather than doing anything to set his cloaked visitor off.  “Hiya doin’?  Nice day we’re havin’,” he says, banking that idle chit-chat would defuse the situation.  The cloaked person gives no reaction.  Brandon, sensing that his guest will only speak silently, tries a different approach.  “Well, listen I have this thing about people standing over my shoulder watching me so I’m going to get back to my training so feel free to leave,” he says with sarcastic flare.  However the stranger does not leave and takes a step forward instead.  The simple step was enough the put Brandon on the offensive.  But that wasn’t the only thing.  “That weird sensation just got stronger for some reason.  I’ve heard of something like this where a person can sense another person’s presence.  Practitioners of Yoga and Buddhism refer to it as feeling someone’s Chi energy or aura.  I guess that’s what I’m feeling from my cloak wearing friend here,” Brandon reckoned, “And what I feeling now is the rise in their aura.  Wonder what happens now?”

No sooner than Brandon pondered his question, the cloaked person suddenly vanishes.  Caught by surprise, Brandon begins searching for the cloaked person.  He can feel their aura moving rapidly around him.  Though the cloaked person is moving faster than the human eye Brandon, somehow, is able to keep a lock on them.  Reacting to a strong sensation to his right, Brandon sways back to avoid a punch and then evades a fast kick with a quick hop backward.  The cloaked person quickly closes the gap and thrusts forward another punch.  Brandon blocks it and engages his unidentified guest in a speedy exchange of punches and kicks.  The cloaked person is fast, attacking with speed that matched Brandon.  Thanks to his training, Brandon is able to stave off his opponent’s assault, but just barely.  The cloaked person drives at Brandon with another punch that gets blocked, and whips out a fast kick to Brandon’s chest.  With him stunned, the cloaked person rushes in with a quick attack, a series of punch that ends with crushing uppercut.  Then the cloaked person strikes Brandon’s jaw with an elbow and fades into a strong roundhouse kick, sending Brandon flying and slamming into a tree.
Brandon is a little slow to get up.  The cloaked person’s kick was strong, but it didn’t cause him that much damage.  He looks at his unknown assailant.  “Alright slappy, now you’re in for it,” he said.  Standing to his feet, Brandon takes a stance, showing his readiness.  The cloaked person, though the face is obscured, looks back at Brandon.  Then, like before, the person instantly vanishes.  Brandon keeps track of his opponent’s movement; however, it is not as difficult as before.  Soon he feels a strong presence slightly to his left.  In a hair’s breath, he catches the cloaked person’s fist the moment he sees it.

“So you were ready to put some power behind this punch just like you did with that kick,” Brandon said, clenching the person’s fist tightly.  He looks at his opponent’s face; he still can’t identify who’s under the hood.  Strangely, the hood blotted the face out completely.  No defining features can be seen nor the contour of the person’s face.  Brandon is curious to see who is behind the hood.  While still holding his opponent’s hand firmly, he reaches out with his right hand, only to have it slapped away when he went for the hood.  “What’s wrong, bad hair day?” Brandon says with a charismatic flare, “C’mon, it can’t be that bad.  What is it, dandruff, split ends?”  The cloaked person didn’t seem to take a liking to Brandon’s taunting and lashes out with a fierce punch that only ends up being cleanly blocked.

“Hmph, can’t even take a joke, huh?  At least now I know I can’t take you lightly,” said Brandon.  Flashing a grin, he casually knocks the fist he just blocked aside and buries a punch deep in the cloaked person’s ribs.  Brandon does not hold back as he releases the person’s right fist and bashes their face in with a hard left.  He then drives an uppercut into the person’s chin and finishes with a fast and hard roundhouse kick to the side of the body.  The mysterious person staggers from the powerful attack.  Brandon can tell right away that his attacks were effective by the way his opponent was standing, like they were worn out.  “Man, not even a yelp.  Can I get an ‘ouch’?  I’ll even take an ‘owie’,” said Brandon, commenting on the cloaked person’s silence.

The cloaked person thrusts one arm out to the side and quickly forms a yellow ball of energy and then hurls it at Brandon.

“Alright, I’ll play a game of catch,” Brandon said with a grin.  With a quick twirl, he kicks the yellow energy ball back at its creator.  The cloaked person jumps up, letting the ball of energy strike the ground.  Suddenly the cloaked person is struck hard by Brandon when he connects with a shoulder ram.  Gripping the cloak, Brandon whips his opponent around and hurls them straight into the ground with a thunderous slam.  He lands afterward.  “Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s get to know each other.  I’ve got questions and you might have answers,” Brandon said.  He then turns around only to find that the cloaked person is nowhere to be found.  The crater left when he tossed his hooded opponent is devoid of a body.  He regards the plight with a light heart, shaking his head shamefully.  “Left without saying goodbye, some people,” Brandon says.  He walks over to his book bag, which he sat next to a tree and picks it up.  “Can’t even enjoy a nice day at the park without some nut bar wearing a cloak attacking you and what not,” he says as he put the book bag on his back.  Less than a moment passes when he hears the siren of an approach police car.  “Guess our little get together drew some attention.  Better for me not to be here; it’d be kinda hard to explain what happened,” Brandon reckoned.  He quickly takes to the sky before the police arrive.

During his fight with the cloaked person, someone nearby heard the two explosions and called the police.  A police car arrives at the park where the fight took place.  The officers were soon followed by a fire truck.

Defenders Episode 1: Guardian Chapter 8

The next morning for Brandon was the same as usual. He got washed and dressed and then headed for the bus stop. After what happened yesterday morning, the bus driver took no chances and waited for Brandon. Except for the casually dressed man and the little girl who waved at him, none of the other people who saw him yesterday were not on the bus. Arriving at school, Brandon meets up with Dan.

“Hey Dan,” Brandon greeted him.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” Dan said.

“About yesterday you know, me sprinting outta here and all…”

“Fuggedaboutit, I figured since it’s been a while since you did any martial arts that you forgot about how strong you are. So don’t worry, you know I won’t tell anybody and you know Derrick for sure won’t tell anybody either,” said Dan.

Brandon laughs and says, “You’re right. Derrick would probably rather attend study hall than let anyone find out that he got his butt kicked outside the ring.” Dan and Brandon continue towards the school.

Over in the student parking lot, Derrick exits his car talking on his cell phone. “That punk, are you sure?” he said, “I don’t know why but…yeah, I’ll keep an eye on Branny-boy for you.” Derrick presses a button and closes his phone, ending the call. As he walks across the parking lot, Mark and Rupert met up with him.

“Yo, Derrick,” said Mark.

“What do you want?” Derrick responds in an unpleasant tone.

“Few cheerleaders invited us to party. Wanna come?” Mark said, indicating the small group of girls off toward the back of the lot. “Nah, I got stuff to do. Alone,” Derrick says as he walks past Mark and Rupert. He enters the building without saying another word.

“What’s up with him?” Rupert asked.

“I dunno. Probably still mad about Brandon beating him,” Mark said. Then he turns and makes his way over to the cheerleaders who have been waiting patiently. “C’mon, when he’s like this it’s best to just leave him alone.” Rupert agrees with Mark and follows over the end of the parking lot.

Defenders Episode 1: Guardian Chapter 6

Once he is outside, Brandon runs toward Ryan Avenue. As he is crossing the street, he sees a truck coming towards him fast. The driver sees Brandon and honks the horn for him to move. In an instant Brandon leaps out of the way, only to land in front of an oncoming van. He quickly back flips out of its path landing back in the same lane where he dodged the truck. As he lands a car is quickly approaching him. The car rams into him. Brandon bowls up the windshield and is popped into the air. With amazing agility, Brandon twists his body while airborne and lands safely on his feet. Upon landing he takes a moment to try and make sense of what just happened. “Hey kid!” yells a voice. Brandon looks up to see that it was the driver of the car that just hit him. “Hey kid, you ok?” the driver calls to him. Unable to answer, let alone try to figure out what he did and how he did it, Brandon did the only thing he could think of, and that was to run.

Heading down the street next to his school toward a nearby park, he runs just as fast as he did when he chased the bus to get to school. He reaches the park in no time and quickly enters. Walking quickly through the brush and bushes he makes his way toward a clearing where he and his friends hang out. Once he has reached the clearing, Brandon sits down on a fallen tree to gather his thoughts and try to figure out what has happened. While he is sitting there, questions began filling his mind. He asked them to himself in his mind, "How did I avoid those cars? A normal person wouldn’t have been able to dodge those cars like that. But for some reason I was able to do it. And Derrick? I don’t know what the hell I just did or what’s going on. But it’s almost as if I am somehow able to move and react faster than before. It’s almost as if I can move like…lightning?!?” A shocking revelation just entered Brandon’s mind; one that could explain he actions today. He slowly thinks back to yesterday afternoon when he was struck twice by lightning. The event kept repeating itself in his mind as he started to remember how he felt when the incredible surge of electricity entered his body. Where he felt pain, he felt pleasure; where he felt discomfort, he felt the opposite. But it wasn’t until he was knocked unconscious the he felt something that no one else should feel. As he was lying in the grass, he felt a certain calmness and relaxation flow through him.

‘Could that be it?’ Brandon thought, ‘Could I have some sort of power?’ He thought about it a little more and decided to test his theory. He held out his hands with his palms turned upward and his fingers in a slight curl; then, he started to concentrate. He continued to focus his thoughts on his possible new ability, and then it happened.

ZAP! A small charge of electricity emitted from his hands. Fascinated by what he just did, Brandon wondered what would happen if he concentrated harder. He began concentrating again, a little harder this time, to see if he can increase the charge of electricity. A few seconds passed and once again electrical power flowed through his hands. He watched in amazement as his glowed with lightning power. Then he turned his palms so that they were facing each other and, with careful concentration, created a steady stream of lightning between his hands. Brandon looked at his hands for a moment and wondered if he is able to discharge the lightning from his hands. He looks around for a bit and selects his target. He chooses a large rock that’s about 20 feet from where he stood. He extended one arm out in front of him with his palm facing forward and focused his thoughts.

Just then a streak of lightning emerged from his hand and struck the rock causing pieces of it to break off. “Whoa,” Brandon said awe struck by his new found ability. A smile came across his face as he looked up at the trees. A thought came into Brandon’s mind as he looks around the leafy canopy. Acting on his thought, he knelt down and jumped high into the trees and landed on a branch of the tree closest to him. While standing on the branch he looks down to see that he is at least fifty feet from the ground. He looks back up at the trees in front of him. “All right, let’s see what I can do,” Brandon said. He leaps off of one foot and glides over to the branch of another tree that is more than thirty feet from where he was. Upon landing Brandon quickly prepares to jump to the next tree.

Tree after tree Brandon continues to jump and leap through the green canopy. He even does a couple flips as he is airborne. When he lands on the highest branch of the tenth tree, he spots a rather large tree that is a good hundred feet or so from where he is. He takes only a moment to think about this next jump and decides to go for it. With one strong push off of the branch, Brandon makes a mighty leap for the tall tree in his sights. As he is gliding over to his target Brandon realizes something. Somehow he stops himself in mid-air and makes an amazing discovery. “I’m flying?” he says slightly nervous; which was quickly replaced with excitement, “I’m flying!”

Overjoyed and amazed, Brandon flies around high in the tree tops with screams of joy. “OOOOH YEAH!!” he yells as he dives down to the ground, then turns forward and follows the small river that flowed through the park. While he’s flying above the river Brandon sways from side to side and even does a couple of barrel rolls. “This totally rocks!” says an excited Brandon, “Let’s see how high I can go.” He flips forward and slows his speed a little. “Houston, we have…lift off!” he says as he shoots high into the sky, yelling excitedly as he continues his ascent. After flying to about 600 feet, Brandon stops and looks down. “Man, I’m really high up.” He takes a couple of minutes to view the park and surrounding areas below him. Being almost 600 feet in the air Brandon is able to see all the places he knows around his school. He can see his school and the middle school next to it. Roosevelt Boulevard and its mall were to his back. He can also see a couple streets that were near his school including Cottman Avenue, Rhawn Street, and Frankford Avenue; he also has a good view of Sherman Park.

After enjoying the beautiful sight of the park from a bird’s point of view, Brandon flies off in a westerly direction. “Before I head home, I want see exactly what I’m capable of,” he says as he continues to fly in this direction to a place where he can train himself to use his new capabilities.

Defenders Episode 1: Guardian Ch. 4

The next morning went as normal as usual. Brandon’s mom had already left for work while he was in the shower. It was about 8:00 when he finished his shower, got dressed, and left for school. On his way to catch the bus, Brandon cuts through the field next to the local school. Images of yesterday’s late afternoon storm returned to his mind. He remembers it all up to the point he was knocked unconscious. When the first lightning bolt struck him, there was intense pain at first. But then as Brandon felt the electricity flow through his body, he actually felt a soothing sensation before the pain returned. When he was struck the second time, more pain came with it, however, the same soothing feeling returned as well. It relaxed Brandon, making him feel at ease. Without realizing it, Brandon had stopped at the very spot where he was struck twice by lightning. “What happened yesterday?” he thought. Just then he hears a large vehicle approaching. Looking up, Brandon sees the bus driving up the street towards the bus stop. He breaks into sprint in an attempt to catch up with the bus before it leaves.

At the bus stop, a couple people were boarding the bus when one man notices Brandon running for the bus. “Hey, hold up, someone else is coming,” he tells the driver.

“Look if they ain’t here, I ain’t waitin’,” the driver rudely responded. He closes the door just as
Brandon reaches the rear bumper. Brandon bangs the side of the bus, hollering for the driver to stop. The bus driver hears but ignores Brandon’s cries and continues to drive. Brandon chases the bus to the next light that is about to turn red.

“That light takes forever to turn green. There’s no way I’m being late for school,” Brandon said, seeing this as an opportunity to catch the bus. The traffic light shifts red but the bus driver continues on his unerring path. “Man, are you serious?” Brandon reacted after watching the bus blow through the light. The bus turns right onto another street. Brandon stops and quickly shoots down a small street just before it. He hadn’t noticed it yet, but he is running at an incredible speed, faster than the fastest Olympic sprinter. Brandon rapidly approaches another side street on the left and, with a sharp turn, he dashes down it with blazing speed. The street he is running down is set to intercept the bus. He increases his speed to ensure he makes it. Soon Brandon reaches the main street the bus turned on. Almost on cue, he and the bus meet. Brandon, without skipping a beat, sprints down the sidewalk keeping pace with the bus.

On the bus, the passengers behaved as passengers normally do. They talked amongst each other or on their cell phones. Some quietly read the newspaper, catching up on current events. There were about a dozen or so people on the bus. Near the back of the bus sat a mother and her daughter. The daughter was playing with her doll when she notices Brandon running alongside the bus from the sidewalk. “Mommy, look,” she said, tugging on her mother’s sleeve, “That man is running really fast.”

The girl’s mother peeks over. “Wow, he really is fast,” she said, fully looking out the window.

A man in the seat in front of her overhears the mother and looks for himself. A look of amazement appears on his face. “Hey, check this out,” he says, waving a couple people over.

A young couple moves over to the side of the bus where the man is. They see Brandon as well, keeping up with the bus. The passengers look on in awe. They have never seen anyone run so fast. They questioned how someone can keep pace with a moving vehicle. They wondered if Brandon was a track star. It is now that the bus driver happens to peek up at the rear view mirror to see nearly everyone gathered on one side of the bus, gawking at something amazing. He looks at the mirror on the passenger door and is shocked to see the same guy he left behind a few blocks back now sprinting alongside his bus. “What the…?” said the awestruck bus driver. The driver was distracted that he nearly drives through a red-light. Luckily, he stops the bus just in time. Brandon, however, continues on to the next bus stop. Soon the light turns green and the bus driver heads for the next stop. Once there he sees Brandon coolly leaning against the sign. With a hint of reluctance, the driver opens the doors to allow the teen who chased his bus and caught it after several blocks to get on.

Brandon steps on the bus. “Thanks,” he says with a cool grin. The other passengers look at Brandon as he walks down the aisle. They murmured amongst themselves about the speedy young man.

“I can’t believe he actually kept up with it,” one person said.

“I'd never seen anyone run that fast,” said another person.

“How fast was the bus going?” the woman asked her boyfriend.

“I don’t know. I guess about thirty or more,” the boyfriend answered.

“Guess he really wanted this bus,” said an older gentleman.

“He has to be a track star, I mean look at him,” said a girl about Brandon’s age.

“Yeah and he’s kinda cute,” her friend commented.

As Brandon made his way to the back of the bus, the little girl who spotted him taps his arm, getting his attention. “You’re pretty fast, mister,” she said with a bright smile.

“Yeah, I guess I was. Just remember to eat your vegetables, okay?” Brandon said, returning her smile. The girl nods her head and giggles. Brandon continues to the back and sits down. The bus driver, still in disbelief, watched Brandon in the mirror. He couldn’t stop wondering how someone was able to keep up with a vehicle traveling at nearly forty miles per hour. While he is pondering this, the driver feels someone tap his shoulder. He looks to the man sitting behind him. It was the same casually dressed man he picked up earlier.

“I told you to hold up,” the man said. The bus driver grumbles under his breath as he closes the door and continues his route.

Standing on the corner on the previous block a shadowy figure watched the bus drive off. This figure has also witnessed Brandon’s speed run through the streets. A cloaked shadowy person was also present when Brandon was struck twice by lightning and watched his amazing recovery. The figure soon evaporates into nothingness.

Brandon takes out his CD player, puts on the headphones and turns it on. The sound of fast beating drums and blaring guitars relax him. Looking out the window, he reflects on the events of yesterday afternoon while watching the streets and building roll by. Now he can add his marathon race with a bus to the list of weirdness in his mind. “Did I really chase a bus driving at forty miles an hour and stay with it?” Brandon questioned in his mind. He started to wonder how that was possible, but all that came to mind was how he felt. During his speedy pursuit, Brandon felt very energetic. He didn’t seem to tire the faster he ran. Any other person would be gasping for their breath, but Brandon is not. He feels just as fine as if he had taken a quiet stroll through the park. Wondering about this had him thinking whether it has something to do with getting struck by lightning. The idea is ridiculous, yet not totally out of the question. Brandon’s mind wonders bit and, for a moment, he swears he could hear a voice in the back of his mind. The voice was calm and soothing. Soon it fades just as quickly as he heard it, replaced by the singer’s lion-like vocals backed by thunderous drums and screeching guitars.