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| Mr. Trout | Jun 5 2008, 01:13 PM Post #1 |
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It was nearing dusk, the sun hung high in the sky, glowing between and reflecting off the gleaming bodies of living spiraling buildings that were this city’s throbbing heart. It fell through the wide open window of a high rise office building, a building that’s floors were empty even on a day like today, save for a few cleaning staff and two beings in a single room. Rather silly set up in the end, but that’s what it was. Two men simply talking, one of which was standing in front of the window, arms behind his head as he stared out into the setting sun. “Am I supposed to treat you as my psychiatrist then?” It was the man near the window talking. His accent was thick, an English accent that was hard to pin down. He of course, was a hero in many tales, the horrible bastard Mr. Eeth Hellsing. “That would be an acceptable use for our time.” The other voice was slow, calm, deliberate. Belonging to someone who sat straight in a high backed chair, someone who stared forward at the other man, and at the window, he had a name, it just wasn’t important. So it hung in the air then, an invitation to try something not new, something that our Mr. Hellsing did not appreciate remembering. “Perhaps you’d like to tell me why you are doing this.” Eeth let out what can only be described as a snerk. It was a rude, gesture that caused him to turn around on his heels and stare at the other man. “That’s the million dollar question then isnt it?” The British bastard we all knew took a good laugh at that. “It is hard enough for people to believe that the whole drunk thing is an act, so they never ask why I do this. But hey, they wouldn’t believe I was just trying to save the fucking world. Who would? Whole damn point of that bluff.” “That wasn’t exactly what I meant.” The man in the chair said. “You mean the hero thing eh? Well I tried the whole ‘giant gun and giant sword grr grr do what I say you cant touch me’ crap. It was crap.” Eeth removed a cigarette from his pocket, taking careful time then in the high building to light up and have a decent smoke before continuing. “Even had big wings, used to think they made me deep and powerful. What a crock of shit right? Lost them, picked up a bit of whiskey and realized. Hey, there are easier ways then trying to intimidate people. Those ways also don’t make you look like an idiot arsehole.” “Once again. Not what I mean.” The man in the chair struggled against the restraints that held him upright, chin up, neck exposed. “Ooh. Yeah. That’s because you’ve been selling drugs to children, running guns to terrorists and idiots who shouldn’t have them. Oh and that stripper you raped? Yeah, kinda someone I know.” It was a personal thing. The British bastard we all know simply walked right up to him, and jammed the ornate letter opener into the man’s throat. The victim choked on blood, gurgling as he tried to let escape one last desperate gasp for life. “Well that was pointless.” The man said, making his way to the elevator and idly hitting the button for the lobby. -- The aquarium, code name for the base of operations of the world’s only known operating super group. It was really a dumb name. Hidden beneath the water front it was a temporary shelter for their operations, or at least, that’s what they kept being told. Mai was resting on the couch, her golden hair streaming down over the cushions as in her hand she flipped through the TV stations with a remote. Her hair was starting to burn the color out, starting to become white at the scalp, soon that white would trail up and force her to look like her super hero counter part. But that was a problem that they would recover later. “Ebony…we really have to give you a proper name. Calling you by your code name all the time. It just wont work.” Mai was right, her large expressing eyes turned to look at her accomplice in the acts of heroism. Also known as starbrand the blond girl helped save the world quite often, and it bothered her very much that once the masks came off, she got to go around with a normal name, interact with the world. Yet her partner, she was doomed forever to be the mask she wore. “You are correct. It hardly matters though. Not like we’re going to get any huge villains, let alone ones smart enough to track me down. Might as well go around letting everyone calling me Ebony.” The dark haired girl was staring cautiously at the food that had been presented to her tonight. She was a royal from a hidden society, she was not used to world cuisine. She idly poked the prepared dish with a fork, Mai had made it of course. “Are you sure this…’mac and cheese’ is a delicacy?” “Of course. Would I lie to you Eb?” Mai was a lazy bitch sometimes. She smiled and nodded, she was not a real cook and the dinner most certainly came from a box. “It does not taste very delicious. Edible yes-“ Ebony did not get to finish her sentence. “Really, you need a name. Didn’t you have one on your home island?” “No. I had not yet earned a name.” “Hmm. That is too sad.” Mai thought for a minute, coming up with a name for her companion was serious business. Right? “I think I’ll call you Abby.” “Abby?” “Yeah, Abby Normal. Seems to fit don’t you think?” Mai sat up, smiling at the other girl. The great brawler slid a piece of macaroni and cheese back into her mouth, a warm and delicious portion that she simply savored in delight of every tastey sensation. “Abby, Normal. Yes, I think that would work.” -- A clean knife gleamed in the moonlight, reflecting again the pure strained light. It did this before it skid across the soft exposed flesh of a young lady who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The sweet red fluid spurted outward, sprawling across the empty hollow earth. The victim was Ms. Jennifer Siori, a young woman, rather a looker that had captured the attention of every man within thirty miles. Living or dead they all lusted for her, saddened even by the extra few pounds she had begun to gain in the last few weeks. Not because it meant she was getting larger, heavens no, she gained weight in all the correct places. The problem became that it was a well known pregnancy between herself and a man she had been seeing rather discreetly for several months. The killer was a local man. A famed man across several shadier section of the internets. He was a well known serial killer you see. Who many years ago had committed a very public murder and escaped before he could be captured. It took a globe trotting adventure, many plastic surgeries and even more dead bodies before he got to return to his home town. You see he was something of an underclassman’s hero. The man who claimed to have been the underdog, the unfortunate banished and misunderstood man who had enough, who rose up and took his destiny into his own hands. Dealing justice to those that were out there. He was getting sloppy. He had been seen sliding the knife into Jennifer’s throat by a single officer of the local police force. He ran forward in pursuit without hesitation, without calling in for help, backup or even reporting the crime through proper channels. He simply followed the serial killer as fast as he could. The killer noticed his presence of course and attempted to escape best he could. They took off down the street, the killer no longer even attempting to hide his trail, he slashed his knife back and forth, cutting deep into passer byes, even so much as to slide the knife deep into the lung of one aging businessman. The officer drew his gun, thinking it the best way, not to end the spilling of blood, but to end the killer’s little run in terror. He barred his teeth, the gun coming right up, his finger pulling back the trigger. Smoke rose from the fire arm, heat ran through the barrel, and a small casing of a bullet flew out the side, the officer taking the shot at the running serial killer. The bullet missed of course, sliding firmly deep inside a brick and mortar building side. It was a lucky shot in the sense that no one inside had been hit. The killer turned quickly, running deep into an alley away from the cop’s sight. It didn’t take long for the officer to make his way into the darkness as well, it did however give time the killer to go missing. “Officer Charles ‘charlie’ Gonzales. Twelve commendations, married twelve years, father of three soon to be four. Cheating on your wife with a younger woman. She showed up pregnant, then dead.” There was a voice behind the officer, his arm and gun spun in that direction, hoping to catch whoever was talking. It wasn’t the killer. It was someone much simpler and less likely to die. A scruffy looking Englishman in a cheap frayed suit. “I didn’t kill her!” The officer shouted. He was telling the truth. He had been in love with Jennifer, she had been the rock that he had clung to when his wife had up and left him. The divorce papers were in the mail. It had been an honest love, for both of them. The ages had been the only problem possible. Especially in a divorce situation when the mother could prove he knocked up an underage girl. “I know.” Was the Englishman’s reply. He reached into his pocket, removing a small honeycomb of green. It was a strange little object that no one on this earth had ever seen before save for Mr. Hellsing. The fact was it was part of a spaceship that had fallen apart a very large distance away, not too long ago. “I also know you wont be getting revenge on the one that did it. However I will give you something better. The chance to bring justice around the world.” The gun was pointed at the Englishman as he walked forward. The hammer pulling back as he approached holding the strange extraterrestrial object that now glowed. “Stand back, or I will shoot.” Charlie said, his voice wavering. He wanted to be dangerous, but sometimes that just wasn’t enough. In a quick flash the Englishman had smacked the gun to the side, letting it expel its bullet into a dumpster as the other hand slammed into the officer’s chest. The green honeycomb tore through his shirt, tore through his skin, entering his body and merging with him. He let out an animal yell. This part was painful, but what he would become would be so much greater then what he was. “Sorry officer. But you get to be a super hero now.” Inside the dumpster was the broken twisted form of the serial killer. His eyes open, rolled in his head as blood began pooling through his back and to his head. The bullet in the dumpster had grazed his already dead flesh. No one would notice him until the morning, and even then no one would mourn someone like him. “When the pain stops, we’ll save the fucking world.” -- Mankind has always been running. From the minute we learned to walk, we took off running as best we could. There are mad theories of evolution, ones of an unknown force of speed and pursuit. That speed force was a crock, well at least as humanity saw it. Take Professor Brendan Boomerian, an aging researcher that sold out his time to hundreds of different projects every week. He was smart certainly, easily one of the brightest minds humanity itself had been able to produce in a great many decades. He broke sections of the human genome previously unknown, invented ways to make electricity and gasoline more efficient, drew up plans to hydrate the great deserts to make more farmland for humanity. Simply put he did his best to make the world a better place. The problem then, came from that he put all the world’s problems on his own shoulders. When Professor Boomerian saw children going hungry on television, of war ravaged cities, of broken families and homeless in the street, he blamed himself. He blamed his own inability to cure all of society’s ills and went running to the lab in a feverish attempt to cure all these problems. This is sadly what led to his breakdown. It started slowly, his health worsening as he didn’t sleep. Coughing, hacking up in the middle of work came next. He soon disregarded all human contact, seeping further into his own work. Then he just snapped. Destruction ran in his wake as Professor Boomerian ravaged his workplaces and marched off, vanishing unknown to his colleagues into another country. In truth he went to visit a set of monks, hoping that his removal from humanity would allow him to reclaim his health. It worked too for a time. Then the meditations made him think nothing else but the world he left behind. He tried to shut it all out, knowing what it naturally went right to. The deepest recesses of his mind were the only places where he was still free, where his thoughts could collect and go unmolested. So it was no surprise that there is where he retreated to. There inside his mind the professor tapped into untamed portions of his brain. He was only human, he could not shoot fireballs out of his eyes or lightning out his ass, he could however, bring himself to the ultimate limits of his own humanity. There inside his brain he adjusted his natural clock, living at a pace ten times quicker then that which humanity lived in. He moved like pure energy then, at his fastest pace, and his slowest walk still out raced jets. He was living his life quicker then the world passed around them, the clock in the tower no longer matching the one inside his brain. He had willed his body to change how it perceived the world. He became the world’s fastest speedster with nothing more then pure thought. This was not enough. He now had the time, the speed and the will to change humanity as he saw fit. The problem was during his time in solitude he no longer wished to cure the ills, the causes that made them cry out and hide in his head. He wished them simply to longer be part of his thoughts, to be forgotten. The only way he in his strange new way of thought could believe that to be done, was simply to kill all humans on earth. Or at least the needy ones. He donned an outfit then. Streaks of red and black, his face gleaming out from beneath a mask. It had taken him no time to prepare it, but he needed it so that when all the voices were silent. He could exist un-tormented in this world. From then on he took the name professor BOOM. He was a supervillain. |
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