"Okay I guess. The clock tower? Whatever you say!" nodded Jake, also looking towards the clock. Jolt started to move his hand over his chest, but hesitated. "Jake", Jolt said, "before you take my power and live on my legacy, you should know something." Jolt paused again. "I am your father" he spoke fastly.

"What...? Dad?" Jake looked confused. "Yes, son. Now here!" Jolt quickly rolled his hand over is chest and a large white crystal came out. Jake assumed that was his father's...Wow that's weird. Calling it "his father's" source of power. Jolt smiled and stabbed it into Jake's chest quickly. He screamed and passed out, but before he could hit the ground of the building, his father was there to catch him. Jolt chuckled, then the smile faded.

THREE HOURS LATER...
Jake woke up with a start. It was night time, and he looked at his arm for the wound. It was gone, and Jake seemed to have grown muscles. He expected this, but something felt even weirder. His body felt tingly, almost like there were tiny volts of energy running through his veins. And then it made sense. So obviously, Jake had to try this out.

He held out his hand out to a thug that was about 5 miles away. Wait, 5 miles? Had his vision improved? Anyways, Jake decided to spread his fingers...Then it happened. A lightning bolt shot from his fingertips and killed the thug...