Jack Greggor, AKA Mr. Zero, is a mutant with the ability to distort/control gravity who came back to life with a new face after an accident with a steel bar killed him.
Jack believes strongly in getting the job done. He always tries his best to do what heās told to do. However, when heās off the job, heās loyal to his friends to an extreme. Heās almost two different people. When heās working, heās determined, and moved by nothing. When heās not working, heāll go out of his way to help an old man cross the street, pick up a dime, and take a long walk through the park... spanning over a half hour. When heās in battle, heāll do anything he can to destroy his enemies... sometimes that mean just that.
A pocketknife his grandfather gave him when he was three.
Jackās father worked as a construction worker, and his mother was a waitress. When Jack was born, the two were happy together. They took Jack to the zoo almost every day because Jack loved to see the monkeys. And then, when Jack was fifteen he came out to his parents. They couldnāt handle the news, and it nearly fractured their relationship. Jack didnāt know how to act, or what to make of the situation. His parents wouldnāt talk to him, look at him, or even acknowledge that he got straight Aās senior year of his high school career. After Jack graduated, things got really rough. He would sneak the guy he was dating into the house without his parents knowing. His mother found Jack one day with a man and she nearly fainted.
Things got even worse when it was time for Jack to go to his annual check up. Heād been feeling strange, light-headed, and things around him seemed to float whenever he was around. The doctor told Jack he was fine and that he was free to leave, and then Jack sprung the news on him. āLetās run some tests,ā the doctor said, drawing some of Jackās blood and putting it into a machine. After a few minutes, the Doctor read the results from the machine. āYouāre positive... for the mutant gene...ā Jack didnāt know how to take it; he couldnāt decide whether he should tell his parents, or if he shouldnāt. They already couldnāt stand his first life-style choice, how could stand his second?
He and his mother left the doctors; the car ride home was awkward, the only noise being the radio. And then Jack did it. āMom, Iām a mutant.ā She gasped, her hands jumped away from the steering wheel to her mouth, and the car jerked. Screaming, the car went through the local bar and hit a pole, knocking both Jack and his mom out. Slowly, the car began to over heat... until it began to explode. Police report says that Jack was suspended in mid air, car parts orbiting him in a sort of gravitational ring, and his mother was lying dead on the ground.
āYou couldnāt save her?!ā his father screamed at Jack at the funeral, a few dozen familiar eyes on the duo. āYou fucking mutant! You couldnāt save her!? YOU survived!ā Jack couldnāt say anything; his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, his head hung low. Slowly, it felt as if a knife was being stuck in his heart; his own father admitting hate for his only son. The funeral was long, quiet, and awkward. Everyone skipped over Jack as they paid their dues. Overwhelmed with grief, Jack left the funeral early, and went to an old warehouse he would go to think.
Tears streaming down his face, he climbed up stairs to the roof of the warehouse. He made his way to the edge and looked down at the city... the city that would soon hate him just as much as his father did. He couldnāt take it anymore, heād caused so much pain: Heād nearly broken up his parentsā marriage, he got his mother killed, and he forced his father to hate him. āYou fucking mutant!ā rang in his head as he looked down at the city. āYOU survived!ā He took a deep breath and stepped off the edge of the warehouse, expecting to plummet into the alleyway below. But there was no rushing air below him, there was no queezy sensation in his stomach that made him want to throw up, and there was no painful SPLAT when he hit the ground. With another deep breath, he looked down and saw himself floating... in the air... almost seven stories up from the ground.
Heād survived. āFuck.ā
When he got home that night, he hadnāt told his father about what he tried to do, and his father hadnāt told Jack about the rest of the funeral. The house was quiet, and it held a painful awkwardness that was never present before. It lingered until the next morning, when his father woke up Jack. āGet up, mutie,ā he spat. āIām gonna find out if youāre worth a damn... or just a piece of shit.ā That morning, his father nearly dragged Jack to the construction site at which he worked. At the front gate, his father and Jack got out of the car and took a long look at the site. āYouāre gonna work.ā
Jack quickly took interest in construction. He enjoyed buildingācreatingāthings that would someday help people. He found out later that day that he was helping build a slaughterhouse that would help fuel thousands of McDonald facilities all over the control. āGreat,ā Jack thought. āMore murder.ā But that didnāt stop him. For the next month, Jack went to work with his dad, helping build the slaughterhouse.
Until one day, his father pushed Jack over the edge.
Every day it seemed like his father made cracks about Jackās homosexuality and mutant qualities. āHeh... I thought you were a good for nothinā homo mutant,ā he said one day. Jackās ears cringed, and his teeth seemed to grit together on their own. He just swallowed his anger and continued to will bars of steel to men on higher levels of the construction site gravitationally. The bars seemed to wobble the angrier Jack got... and today was a bad day. ā... You still are a good for nothinā homo mutie... but that funny little gravity thing you do really comes in handy!ā
His father burst out in laughter, along with half of the construction site. Embarrassment, anger, sadness, anxiety... shame, and regret took over his emotions. A bar of steel he was sending up to the man above began to wobble in place before him. It began to vibrate as Jack attempted to swallow the mix of emotions. āJack... hey, Jacky, whatās wrong? You okay?ā the man above him asked with genuine worry. He wasnāt okay, he just didnāt want to say it. So he showed it.
Suddenly the steel bar shot through Jackās head, sticking out the other side. Blood dripped from its jagged edge, along with brains and other gore. Every eye in the construction site was on Jack... except his fatherās. At that moment, according to surrounding construction workers, Jack Greggor died.
Three weeks passed, and Jack Greggorās death was forgotten. Itād turned into a tale of sheer brutality told only to mutantsāa cautionary tale telling to be careful with your powers. Jack Greggor was no more... until he woke up on an operation table in a dimly lit operation room... assumedly in a hospital. He gasped and shot up, naked on the table. He felt his face, it felt different. The steel bar was gone, but there was a scar. āWe had to rearrange your whole face,ā a voice from behind explained. The voice was smooth and relaxing, almost secretly sinister. A man with long blond hair in a ponytail and a black suit approached Jack from behind with a mirror.
Jack took the mirror and saw how much his face had changed. It had chiselled features, and his eyes were greenānot blue, and his hair was black. He looked down at his body; itād been left the same. āWho are you?ā Jack asked examining his new face.
āIām someone who believes you have great promise... and youāll be of much use to the world of Mutants,ā the suit explained, blue lights jumping from his hands. āDonāt thank me; Iām sure your actions will do that. Now go,ā he demanded, with a wave of his hand Jack disappeared in a flash of blue light. āAnd live...ā
He reappeared in an apartment building with the nameplate āJack Greggorā on the front door. Confused, Jack got dressed and tried using his powers. They were still functioning. After an hour of thinking, he smiled, realizing the second chance he was given. He didnāt know who gave him this second chance, but he didnāt care. He saw where being passive and worrying about everyone and everything got him, and he wasnāt about to die again. His smile turned into a toothy grin, and he was ready to embrace his new life.
He made a career of being a freelance construction working, and being a part time super hero, going by the name of āMr. Zeroā after his gravitational powers. He borrowed the phrase āHero for Hireā and created fliers, which he put all over town. He wanted to make sure the city didnāt hate him... like his father (who was now dead)... but love him as the hero he knew he could be.