Mr. E. (Over The Top)

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Can Trent be Becky's hero and still remain anonymous?
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 10/27/2022
Created 07/27/2011
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for mature audiences. If you are under the appropriate age to view such material in your area, or are offended by stories containing sexual content, then please reframe from reading this submission.

Note from author: I had intended to finish this story much sooner, but my editors had a mild disagreement about its content. Khepri94447, who edited my last piece, felt that I went overboard in creating my main character. She suggested that a more scaled back version of this story might appeal to a wider audience. My second editor, Dawn, liked my original story arguing that most fiction tends to contain more dramatic content. Being able to see both sides of their dispute I decided to submit two different versions of this story. Mr. E. (over the top) is my original manuscript. This version presents circumstances that, although are highly unlikely to occur in real life, were fun to write, and hopefully even more enjoyable to read.

Mr. E. (Scaled back) is a modified version of the story which intends to attract readers who adhere to more conventional plots. Whether you're a free spirit with a wild imagination or a realist who prefers more believable content, I hope that at least one version of Mr. E. appeals to you.

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Public image is that small portion of ourselves we allow others to see, not those unsightly traits of our personalities which we are too afraid, embarrassed, or shy to reveal. How well we truly know someone is often not an easy question to answer; honestly, as everyone seems to have something that they would rather keep hidden from the world around them. On the surface Trent Hamilton appeared to be the average high school nerd. He was always reading, never bothered to socialize with anyone, participate in extracurricular activities, or even date. Trent was constantly being harassed by the parade of jocks that seemed to rule the school and everyone in it. Even the teachers would often look the other way while this badgering took place. What was odd about this situation is that Trent could have easily put an end to his torment, if he really wanted to.

Trent's problems didn't start in high school. As far back as he could remember people seemed to constantly be picking on him. By the time he reached 5th grade; he'd had enough. One day while he was helping his neighbor with some lawn work, Mr. Wang noticed that Trent was unusually quiet, and a bit down. After inquiring about his mood, and a bit up prodding, it finally came out that the boy had been tormented by his classmates.

"Tell me my son, if you were able to physically seek your revenge against those bullies; what would you do to them?" Mr. Wang asked.

"I won't lie and say that I have never dreamed about pounding their faces into the ground, but I really don't want to hurt anyone. Like my father, I hope to someday become a doctor. I plan to help people, not injure them; but I don't want to be hurt myself either. What I really wish is for them to just leave me alone," He said.

After pondering Trent's answer, Mr. Wang asked the boy to accompany him indoors, where he proceeded to explain his proposal. Handing Trent a photo of his deceased wife, Mr. Wang went on to explain that they were very much in love, but through unfortunate circumstances, unable to have any children.

My father was an expert in martial arts. He taught me very well, and I always hoped that I would be able to pass this training onto my own son. Alas, that dream will never be fulfilled. I am; however, willing to teach you what I have learned. You seem like a good boy Trent and I see a lot of promise in you. I am not doing this so that you can go beat up those bullies at school. As with any tool, it is a man's choice whether to use it for good or evil purposes. Martial arts are a conditioning of the mind as well as the body. Your training will be very disciplined, but in the end you will acquire a skill that will not only help to keep you safe, but will also give you insight into the Japanese belief that one's health is directly connected to their spirit and way of living. You will learn aggressive fighting skills and when to use them. I will even share with you many ancient Japanese treatments that although work quite well, have been dismissed as nothing more than home remedies by the main stream medical professionals of this country.

The stunned lad responded,

"Sir, why would you do all of this for me, I barely know you?" Trent asked?

"I see something very special in you. One thing my training has taught me is to trust my instincts. Right now they are telling me that you will one day make me a very proud man," Mr. Wang replied.

That is exactly what Trent set out to do. He worked out practically every day with Mr. Wang, and as his body became fit, he noticed that his mind was becoming sharper and more focused than it had ever been before. He was always smart, but with Mr. Wang's training there seemed to be nothing that he could not master. Since showing off was never his intention, Trent started to wear baggy clothing, in an attempt to hide his growing muscles and athletic physique. He still got picked on in school, but now there was never any real danger of him being severely injured, and just the knowledge that he could literally wipe the floor with any one of those chumps made their tormenting almost humorous in a way.

Becky Watson was the captain of the girls cheerleading squad. She was a blond haired, blue eyes goddess that, to Trent, was the epitome by which all young ladies should be measured against. Unlike the other popular girls in school, Becky was always nice to him, but he knew that was as far as it would ever go. She was dating one of the jerks on the football team who constantly harassed him, and Trent was suspect that if they ever broke up she would have a line of guys waiting in the wing just itching to take his place. Knowing this unfortunately did nothing to squelch the huge crush Trent had on her, or the fact that he truly cared for her well being.

One day while he was in the library studying, Tent accidently overheard a conversation between Becky and Stacy Anderson.

"So Becky, how did the career day go for you?" She asked.

"Not very well I'm afraid," Becky meekly replied.

"Why not, I thought you had your heart set to becoming a nurse?" Stacy asked.

I do, but the councilor said that it is very tough to earn a scholarship from cheerleading. My grades are good, but unfortunately not high enough to be considered for an academic scholarship either. My Mom just doesn't make enough money to help me out, and since my Dad left her before I was born, I guess that I am just on my own, Becky replied disheartened.

To Trent this news was heart wrenching. He attended several of Becky's classes and knew that she was a very smart girl. It was not her fault that her family was not that well off. She deserved a chance to succeed in life, and he was now determined to see that she got it.

Trent started researching athletic scholarships, and was discouraged to find that her councilor's assessment of them was pretty accurate. Digging a little deeper he learned that even though there was money available for cheerleaders, it usually only went to girls from well-known schools. The scouts seemed to travel in pairs, only visiting the facilities with winning sports teams. He discovered that it was far more likely for Becky to be offered assistance, if their football team started winning more games. *

Being unable to come up with any other possible solution, Trent decided that his best course of action was to help insure that not only Becky and her other teammates became the absolute best cheerleaders that any high school has ever seen, but he also had to help the jocks he had come to despise, become state champions. Realizing that they would never take direction from him, regardless of how good it was, Trent resolved to use a little play on words and in doing so the infamous Mr. E. was born.

Mr. Wang had noticed Trent's uncanny ability to memorize and retain mass quantities of information. With his help, Trent was able to train his mind to be near photographic at times. Setting out to learn everything he could about football and cheerleading, Trent started to formulate plays and choreograph cheers. He would always print them out, and then made sure that the respective coaches would find these little gifts, which were always addressed, from Mr. E.

At first his suggestions were just dismissed as someone's elaborate prank, but it wasn't long before the coaches started to notice the sheer genius in his methods. When they began to use his plays, and subsequently started to win most of their games, the school began to buzz about their mysterious benefactor. When the cheerleading squad added his detailed choreography to their tumbling acts it created a style that, quite frankly, was unsurpassed by any other team.

Word eventually leaked to the press about the unidentified stranger that kept providing these unique strategies, and soon the hype was creating quite a stir. Couches and scouts were beginning to take notice, as fans started packing the stands for every game. Trent had to become very creative, in not only developing his plays and cheers, but also in the methods for which he used to deliver them. The last thing he wanted was to be found out and exposed as Mr. E. The one person that he did share his secret with was Mr. Wang. The old man beamed with pride when Trent revealed his reason for doing it.

"I told you that one day you would make me very proud. You think outside of the box my son. Your obvious love for this girl supersedes your animosity towards those jocks," Mr. Wang stated.

"I never said that I loved her, only that I felt she deserved a chance at a decent life where she wouldn't have to rely on some jerk to support her," Trent replied.

"Oh believe me my son, your motivation is love. It is written all over your face. When are you going to stop hiding and tell her how you really feel," He asked?

"I'd never have a chance with someone like her. Besides she already has a boyfriend," Trent said.

"What do you think she would do if she found out that you are Mr. E.," He asked?

"I never plan to tell her that. If by some miracle she would ever show any interest in me I wouldn't want it to be because she felt grateful for what I had done," Trent answered.

"You are very wise my son, and in some ways quite naive as well. At any rate, I promise to keep your secret," He said.

The year was quickly winding down, and with it would come the annual junior/senior class trip. This year, it was decided that they would all try and beat the heat by spending a week at a popular Canadian ski lodge. Not wanting to waste a week of his summer vacation hanging around the school Neanderthals, Trent had every intention of skipping the event. His parents, being avid ski enthusiast, didn't exactly adhere to his way of thinking, and were insistent that he attend. In the past they had dragged him to some of their favorite slopes and although Trent wasn't exactly a professional skier; he could manage to race down a moderately steep hill without causing injury to himself or others.

It was just days before their scheduled departure when a small crisis occurred. The camera man who was doing the school yearbook accidently deleted some of the photos that were meant to go in the special clubs and sporting events section of the publication. Although he was able to salvage some of the lost files, there were several that had to be retaken in order to get the book to print on schedule. Since his parents had been on his case earlier in the year about not being part of any group or team, Trent reluctantly joined both the math and science clubs, officially sealing his fate as a nerd. Upon hearing about the unfortunate mishap with the photos, Trent went out of his way to avoid the photographer. It may not had been the nicest thing he'd ever done, but figuring that he might be able to weasel his way out of going skiing, by having to stay behind to make up the photo shoots was a strong motivator. Alas, he was unfortunately not the only one having "problems" rescheduling for the shoot, and when it came time to leave for the trip, pictures were still needed of the head cheerleader (Becky Watson) and the star quarterback (Greg Stevens) as well as himself. This situation created quite a quandary for school officials. On the one hand they knew that to delay the photos would forfeit their deal with the publisher, and essentially jack up the price for each book that was printed. On the other hand, it would be a shame for two of the most popular kids in school, as well as Trent to miss their trip on account of someone else's error.

The problem was solved when Greg's dad, being president and part owner of a local bank, graciously agreed to have Greg and his friends flown to the ski resort via one of the banks small private aircrafts that they leased for emergency purposes. To Trent this totally sucked. Not only was he forced to go on the damn trip, but now he would feel that he owed Greg and his dad for the privilege. The only bright spot was that Becky would be attending, but even that was overshadowed by the fact that he had to be locked in a confined area with Greg for an extended period of time.

Since the other teachers had either already left with the rest of the students, or were previously engaged in other activates, an extra chaperon was needed to escort the small group of students to their intended destination. Mrs. Miller, who was about six months along in her pregnancy, had originally opted out of going for obvious reasons, even though her doctor assured her that it was still safe to travel in her present condition. With a shortage of available staff able to make the trip this year, she reluctantly agreed to accompany the teens to the resort and stay on the rest of the week to help supervise, although she had no intentions of actually get anywhere near the slopes.

Having skied before, Trent was the only one to bring the proper winter accessories needed to ward off the frigid Canadian temperatures. He knew that staying warm was a far more important task than being stylish. Becky and Greg had of course your average winter gear, which worked fine for the temperatures that they were used to, but would quickly become a problem when they reached the resort. Trent knew that Greg could afford to purchase whatever he might need from the ski shops, but was more than a bit concerned over Becky's attire.

The group had been in the air about three hours, when their smooth voyage was interrupted by massive turbulence. The pilot, who was fairly new to flying, was not yet prepared to handle the dramatic effect that the unforeseen storm would have on the small aircraft, and before losing complete control of the plane sent it several hundred miles off course. Thankfully, he did manage to steer the vessel away from any trees or mountain tops, but was unfortunately unable to prevent its inevitable crash landing.

Upon regaining his composure, Trent was pleased to discover that his fellow students, Mrs. Miller, and he sustained only minor injuries due to the crash. After detecting a whiff of fuel from the leaking gas line, he quickly ushered the group outside and as far away from the aircraft as possible. Turning back to check on the pilot, Trent was horrified to find the poor man had not survived the crash. Not having time to rest on sentiment, he quickly grabbed all of the emergency rations he could handle, and proceeded to exit the aircraft, just as it started to catch fire.

Knowing that they were now in big time trouble, the four began to argue over their options.

"I say we wait here. Surly they must know that the plane fell off of radar. Someone should come looking for us soon," Greg said.

"Are you nuts? We have to be at least a hundred miles outside of our flight plan, with the possibility of a major storm on the way and you want to stay here," Trent asked bewildered?

"Who are you calling nuts, loser? As soon as my dad hears that we are missing he will construct a search party to look for us," Greg proudly replied.

"Would you get real? There is no way that they are going to organize a search and rescue party in the middle of a Canadian snow storm regardless of who your daddy might be," Trent exclaimed!

"Who the hell do you think you are; talking to me that way?" Greg asked through clenched teeth.

"I'm obviously the voice of reason. Look we are not on the football field now. Out here a mistake means more than just losing a game; it could get us all killed. We need to stop arguing and look for some type of shelter while we still have some daylight left to do so," Trent replied.

"What kind of shelter do you expect to find genius," Greg asked rhetorically? "In case you haven't noticed we are out in the middle of fucking nowhere," He exclaimed!

"Greg, watch your mouth," Mrs. Miller exclaimed!

"To answer your question there are many caves located around these parts," Trent replied.

"Just how would you know that," Greg challenged?

"I read. Maybe you should try it sometime," Trent snared.

"That does it! Teacher or no teacher I am going to kick your ass," Greg exclaimed!

"You will do no such thing," Mrs. Miller said.

"Oh; and just who's going to stop me, you? Greg asked. "Look lady we are not at school right now," Greg replied.

"Just let him go Mrs. Miller. The sooner we finish this, the quicker we can be on our way to finding shelter for the night. I promise that I will try not to hurt him too badly," Trent said to the astonishment of everyone present.

Greg's anger was fueled by fear and adrenalin, two very dangerous motivators. Trent knew that before the young quarterback would be able to think rationally, he had to burn off some of that exuberant energy. Greg himself did not understand why he was getting so angry. He couldn't remember ever speaking to a teacher or any other authority figures in the manner in which he had just spoke to Mrs. Miller. The only emotion he felt at the moment was rage, and his only outlet for this sensation was to kick the shit out of Trent Hamilton.

In all honesty, it wasn't really much of a fight. Greg threw one crazy punch after another desperately trying to make contact with the elusive teen. In the end, it was Greg who was shocked to find himself sprawled out on his back in the snow.

"Feel better now," Trent asked the winded quarterback?

"How the hell did you do that?" Greg wanted to know.

"I hold a black belt in both karate and judo," Trent replied.

"Yeah, sure you do," Greg exclaimed!

"If I am lying, then why are you laying on the ground?" Trent asked smiling.

"I don't know what kind of trick you are trying to play," Greg started to say.

"Oh, it's no trick. If I wanted to I could seriously injure you. That is not my intention. Like it or not, we are all going to have to work and essentially live together if we hope to get out of this alive. Now, if you're through playing Mr. Macho, let's go see if we can find someplace to bunk down for the night, while we still have some measurement of daylight left in which to do so," Trent said.

"Alright we'll do it your way for now, but this isn't over," Greg replied angrily.

"Well whenever you get the urge to finish it you just let me know," Trent replied.

"That's enough out of both of you. Trent is right about one thing though. If we don't find some type of shelter and soon the two of you won't have to kill each other, Mother Nature will do it for you," Mrs. Miller said putting a temporary truce to their bickering.

The four walked for what seemed like miles desperately searching for anything that could potentially pass as refuge against the ever plummeting temperatures. Night was beginning to fall, when they mercifully came upon a small opening in the rock formation. After checking the perimeter for bear or any other wild animal tracks, and thankfully not finding any, the group made their way inside the shallow cave. Quickly aligning the somewhat dry sticks and twigs that he had collected on their journey, Trent used the emergency kit he had lifted from the plane to start a fire near the entrance of the cave. This was done so that the heat would stay inside while the smoke escaped back out, as not to asphyxiate anyone. After he had a roaring fire going Trent felt he had better take charge of their situation.