Justin had heard rumors that people were going missing at the circus that had appeared last weekend. He himself had not gone, even though he would have liked too. However, with these rumors being whispered in the halls of Dawn High, Justin had to go check it out. There was just something wrong about missing people and circuses. It was either the work of the notorious villain, Jester Lord, or some evil gang organization disguising themselves as circus people. Either way, he did not like those choices. So, here he was at the country side outside of the city.
The place was like a docking area, only without the lake. The tent was a large, football size, exactly sixteen feet tall. It was a pink stripped, white tent with poke-a-tot flags circling the large tent. Justin made a face. He had to admit, that was the most girlish tent ever. At least there weren’t any wild hyenas guarding the place like Jester Lord was known for. He always hated those things. Putting his binoculars away, Justin quickly changed into his Force Man costume.
Putting the blue sleeveless lycra suit on, Justin flexed his arms to get a little more feel of it. His last suit had been torn in a battle so he had to stitch it up. The suit fit snug against his bare skin. He then slipped on the rubbery red boots, buckled his white belt, the golden emblem shining strong, and shook his head, magically changing his dirty blond hair into a fiery gold and his baby blue eyes into shocking green. He facial structures hardened a bit, making his appear a little older than he was. To anyone else, he would look different and no one would ever know he was Justin Macy, average high school junior. To them, he is Force Man, the mighty and strong teen crime fighter and leader of the Dawn City Heroes.
Grinning, Justin, now Force Man, jumped from the roof of the warehouse he had been on and barrel rolled as he landed. Swiftly and silently, Force Man moved around the tent until he got to where he knew the back area was. He flipped open the flap and snuck inside. To his surprise, the interior of the tent was a giant ring with five stands surrounding it. That was it. There was nothing holding the tent up, no poles, pillars, or ropes. It was as if the entire structure was being suspended on air itself.
“Huh. I at least expected a trapeze.” he whispered to himself as he looked around the empty tent. He searched it for any possible traps or ambush. For far, so good, but he knew Jester Lord better than that. The French clown would most likely strike when least expected and an ambush by him would have a disastrous end result. Just as the young hero got into the center of the ring, a loud explosion catches his attention, drawing his point of view to the ceiling.