metalmonstar
Smash Lord
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Standing on Two Feet
The streets are never quiet at night around here. Tonight was no different. Sirens were blaring and gunshots could be heard from miles away. Tonight, I would be clocking in some overtime. Nothing out of the ordinary though, a jewelry store was being robbed. Police were being sent to the crime scene. By the time they arrived it would be too late. That’s where I come in. You could say, I don’t exactly work for the police department, but they don’t seem to mind what I do. As long as the criminal never walks the streets again, that’s the only thing that concerns them.
“Is there a special lady in your life?” I asked.
The criminal just stared at me dumbfounded. Either he didn’t understand the question or he had never seen a green scaly monster with razor sharp teeth and arms the size of I-beams. I approached him. To no surprise, he moved away from me.
“We can do this one of two ways,” I stated. “You can hand over the jewelry, or you and the building three blocks down can get to know each other real well.”
“Jail?” he questioned.
I grinned and shook my head, “No.”
Like all good criminals he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Naturally, he whipped out a .45 magnum and waved the gun in the air, threatening me with it. I was not amused. I stepped towards him with my arm outstretched offering him the opportunity to hand over the goods and go quietly. He responded with bullets whizzing through the air, only to stop dead as they hit my armored skin I snatched the arm holding the gun and lifted it high into the air. His body was helpless in resisting the tug, and was forced off the ground. We looked into each other eyes. Mine were sharp like knives, while his were soft and became the size of saucers. Sweat dripped down his forehead. I had turned on the faucets of his adrenaline glands.
BAM! His body and the wall became friends quite quickly. Fragments of the bricks tumbled to the ground. My captive groaned and struggled to breathe as I continued to press him into the indented wall. If only he had known that I always keep my word. I released him from my death grip and pried the bag of jewelry out of his white hands as he dropped to the ground. There I would leave him, beaten and broken.
The police would arrive shortly, and the thief would become the new resident of the county jail. I dropped the bag of jewelry back off at the store, then found a deserted alley to transform. My carnivore teeth became omnivorous, my arms shrank, tail and wing disappeared, hair appeared on my head, my eyes reformed, and my skin returned to normal. Once back in my human form, and headed home.
Morning came much too soon as usual. My wake up routine was a blur to me, yet somehow I ended up at school. Just then the object of my affection since elementary school passed by and stopped at her locker. We exchanged the usual pleasantries. I wanted to ask her to the dance but I was unable to deliver the message before we went our separate ways. Lunch was the next time I was going to see her. It wasn’t the best of time to pose such a question though, especially since all her friends were around. I would have preferred to ask her while she was alone. That afternoon, I stalked her in order to get that chance to ask her. It wasn’t the most ideal conditions but I did get my chance just before school ended.
“Bets…do you mind if…I walk you home?” I asked. Inside I was ripping my hair out. I wanted to ask her to the dance but the words didn’t come out. Her friends giggled at my archaic suggestion.
“Sure,” she replied. My eyes lit up and my heart jumped out of my chest. I had caught a lucky break
I carried her books on the way towards her house. We arrived at her house with very little social progress made. She headed towards her door. Opportunity was about to pass me by. I grabbed her arm and my last chance.
“Wait…I…I,” I stumbled.
“You what?” she pried.
“I want to ask you to the dance,” I said.
She unlocked our eye contact, and looked down at the ground. “Oh…I’m sorry Jake,” she said. “Jake, you know I have a boyfriend. I’m going with him. We’re just friends. I wish you’d understand that.”
A little piece of me died as I watched her walk towards her house. I just stood there the whole time as she glided down the sidewalk towards her door. How could she walk away so easily? My eyes never left her as she opened the door. With a bang, the door and the opportunity closed. A few moments passed before I moved on. My neck was weak and my head was heavy, thus my eyes stayed locked on my feet as I headed home.
I half-heartedly greeted my parents as I walked in the door, threw my backpack on the couch and headed upstairs to sulk in my misery. I must have fallen asleep because when I looked at my alarm clock it was almost midnight. It would be a while before I could fall asleep again, so I figured I would watch some TV to pass the time. The TV gave a flash as it powered on. I was greeted with, “We are here live, in the downtown area where Metahuman is tearing up the city…”
I never got a chance to hear the rest of the news, because I immediately headed out. The suburban streets that I lived on were deserted so that I could transform with no real worries of anyone seeing me. Like lightning I zapped over to the downtown area. Burning buildings and an ominous figure laughing maniacally were dead giveaways as to the location of my opponent. I closed in on my enemy, only to see the ruin that was the street; building were caught on fire, cars were flipped over, and street lights lay on the ground.
Metahuman had once been a simple man who owned a large electronics company. He had all the money he could ever desire, but he craved more than that. He wanted immortality and the only way to do that was to drain me of my blood and drink it. The eccentric are easily tricked into believing the ridiculous. Either another villain passed the rumor along or it was an article in the ‘Enquirer’. Anyway, he built a robotic suit in order to match my strength in combat, but during a lightning storm his human nervous system was fused with the inner circuits of the robot. Now he is some kind of cyborg.
“Good evening,” he greeted me as I landed in front of him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“I am glad you asked,” he responded. “I had the whole plan written out. First I was going to destroy the city, which would bring you out. Then I was going to destroy you and drain your blood for immortality. Thirdly, I was going to rebuild…”
I wasn’t in the mood for any monologues tonight. I darted towards him with the intent to end this in just one blow. My desire would go unsatisfied as I came face to face with my opponent’s fist. Humiliation hurt worse than his punch and the punch hurt pretty badly.
“Getting careless are we, Monstar?” remarked Metahuman.
I couldn’t think of a snappy remark. I couldn’t think at all. I got back to my feet and once again charged my opponent. This time his fist collided with my abdomen. This pattern was repeated throughout the night. I would blindly charge him and end up in the pavement.
The fight seemed distant to me. My mind was elsewhere, on the events that had played out that afternoon, the rejection. Each snide remark Metahuman made became, “Sorry, Jake.” Thoughts bombarded me: the dance was three days away, I didn’t have a dat, going alone would be social suicide, not going would be just as bad. Then it hit me, unfortunately while I was literally being hit; I hadn’t transformed into Monstar. Sure I looked like him, but I was still Jake, mentally.. It was the worst possible time to be Jake.
Bruises began to cover my body. My muscles throbbed and ached. I screamed for Monstar to show up just like the townspeople do when they’re in trouble, but no audible noise was made. Monstar couldn’t hear my cries.
“You are a cancer to this society and this society is a cancer to itself,” stated Metahuman. “You are a crutch that these humans rely on. They can’t even stand on their own two feet.”
“I…don’t believe you,” I whimpered.
“You it’s true,” stated Metahuman. “Just look around you, not a single cop. They expect you to do all the work. They have become lazy and so have you. Tonight the crutch falls out.”
“Shut up,” I said, not to Metahuman, but to the voice in my head that kept repeating, “Sorry, Jake.”
“Shut up,” I repeated with even more force. I was tired of it all. I was tired of the rejection, I was tired of all the lies, I was tired of feeling sorry for myself. Monstar’s resolve began to flow through me, just in time too. Metahuman began rushing towards me. I braced myself for impact, dug my feet into the ground, and crouched low in order to provide leverage and stability. We collided hard, but I stood my ground. The tide had turned in my favor, but for how long?
Monstar’s body was exhausted. Powering through fatigue, I pushed my foe back. Blow after blow, I delivered. His robotic face was that of a poker player but I could smell the fear consuming him as he lost ground. Together our responses became slower and our blows became softer. We were both running out of steam. The heaviness of my bruised body eventually became too much for Monstar’s legs. I collapsed onto the ground. My ears failed me, but I could guess that my opponent was chuckling at me for my weak stamina. I couldn’t hear, smell, taste, or feel. My senses were leaving me one by one as my dented opponent approached me. Just then a light flashed. Had I died? Slowly my sight came back to me, and there before me was my opponent lying on the ground. The police had finally arrived and fired a rocket into Metahuman's back.
“Looked like you could use some back up,” said an officer.
“Glad you could make it,” Monstar remarked. With that I limped home. Monstar had learned something that day. This earth, this planet, these people can stand on their own two feet. Jake, on the other had, still had no date for the dance in three days.
The streets are never quiet at night around here. Tonight was no different. Sirens were blaring and gunshots could be heard from miles away. Tonight, I would be clocking in some overtime. Nothing out of the ordinary though, a jewelry store was being robbed. Police were being sent to the crime scene. By the time they arrived it would be too late. That’s where I come in. You could say, I don’t exactly work for the police department, but they don’t seem to mind what I do. As long as the criminal never walks the streets again, that’s the only thing that concerns them.
“Is there a special lady in your life?” I asked.
The criminal just stared at me dumbfounded. Either he didn’t understand the question or he had never seen a green scaly monster with razor sharp teeth and arms the size of I-beams. I approached him. To no surprise, he moved away from me.
“We can do this one of two ways,” I stated. “You can hand over the jewelry, or you and the building three blocks down can get to know each other real well.”
“Jail?” he questioned.
I grinned and shook my head, “No.”
Like all good criminals he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Naturally, he whipped out a .45 magnum and waved the gun in the air, threatening me with it. I was not amused. I stepped towards him with my arm outstretched offering him the opportunity to hand over the goods and go quietly. He responded with bullets whizzing through the air, only to stop dead as they hit my armored skin I snatched the arm holding the gun and lifted it high into the air. His body was helpless in resisting the tug, and was forced off the ground. We looked into each other eyes. Mine were sharp like knives, while his were soft and became the size of saucers. Sweat dripped down his forehead. I had turned on the faucets of his adrenaline glands.
BAM! His body and the wall became friends quite quickly. Fragments of the bricks tumbled to the ground. My captive groaned and struggled to breathe as I continued to press him into the indented wall. If only he had known that I always keep my word. I released him from my death grip and pried the bag of jewelry out of his white hands as he dropped to the ground. There I would leave him, beaten and broken.
The police would arrive shortly, and the thief would become the new resident of the county jail. I dropped the bag of jewelry back off at the store, then found a deserted alley to transform. My carnivore teeth became omnivorous, my arms shrank, tail and wing disappeared, hair appeared on my head, my eyes reformed, and my skin returned to normal. Once back in my human form, and headed home.
Morning came much too soon as usual. My wake up routine was a blur to me, yet somehow I ended up at school. Just then the object of my affection since elementary school passed by and stopped at her locker. We exchanged the usual pleasantries. I wanted to ask her to the dance but I was unable to deliver the message before we went our separate ways. Lunch was the next time I was going to see her. It wasn’t the best of time to pose such a question though, especially since all her friends were around. I would have preferred to ask her while she was alone. That afternoon, I stalked her in order to get that chance to ask her. It wasn’t the most ideal conditions but I did get my chance just before school ended.
“Bets…do you mind if…I walk you home?” I asked. Inside I was ripping my hair out. I wanted to ask her to the dance but the words didn’t come out. Her friends giggled at my archaic suggestion.
“Sure,” she replied. My eyes lit up and my heart jumped out of my chest. I had caught a lucky break
I carried her books on the way towards her house. We arrived at her house with very little social progress made. She headed towards her door. Opportunity was about to pass me by. I grabbed her arm and my last chance.
“Wait…I…I,” I stumbled.
“You what?” she pried.
“I want to ask you to the dance,” I said.
She unlocked our eye contact, and looked down at the ground. “Oh…I’m sorry Jake,” she said. “Jake, you know I have a boyfriend. I’m going with him. We’re just friends. I wish you’d understand that.”
A little piece of me died as I watched her walk towards her house. I just stood there the whole time as she glided down the sidewalk towards her door. How could she walk away so easily? My eyes never left her as she opened the door. With a bang, the door and the opportunity closed. A few moments passed before I moved on. My neck was weak and my head was heavy, thus my eyes stayed locked on my feet as I headed home.
I half-heartedly greeted my parents as I walked in the door, threw my backpack on the couch and headed upstairs to sulk in my misery. I must have fallen asleep because when I looked at my alarm clock it was almost midnight. It would be a while before I could fall asleep again, so I figured I would watch some TV to pass the time. The TV gave a flash as it powered on. I was greeted with, “We are here live, in the downtown area where Metahuman is tearing up the city…”
I never got a chance to hear the rest of the news, because I immediately headed out. The suburban streets that I lived on were deserted so that I could transform with no real worries of anyone seeing me. Like lightning I zapped over to the downtown area. Burning buildings and an ominous figure laughing maniacally were dead giveaways as to the location of my opponent. I closed in on my enemy, only to see the ruin that was the street; building were caught on fire, cars were flipped over, and street lights lay on the ground.
Metahuman had once been a simple man who owned a large electronics company. He had all the money he could ever desire, but he craved more than that. He wanted immortality and the only way to do that was to drain me of my blood and drink it. The eccentric are easily tricked into believing the ridiculous. Either another villain passed the rumor along or it was an article in the ‘Enquirer’. Anyway, he built a robotic suit in order to match my strength in combat, but during a lightning storm his human nervous system was fused with the inner circuits of the robot. Now he is some kind of cyborg.
“Good evening,” he greeted me as I landed in front of him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“I am glad you asked,” he responded. “I had the whole plan written out. First I was going to destroy the city, which would bring you out. Then I was going to destroy you and drain your blood for immortality. Thirdly, I was going to rebuild…”
I wasn’t in the mood for any monologues tonight. I darted towards him with the intent to end this in just one blow. My desire would go unsatisfied as I came face to face with my opponent’s fist. Humiliation hurt worse than his punch and the punch hurt pretty badly.
“Getting careless are we, Monstar?” remarked Metahuman.
I couldn’t think of a snappy remark. I couldn’t think at all. I got back to my feet and once again charged my opponent. This time his fist collided with my abdomen. This pattern was repeated throughout the night. I would blindly charge him and end up in the pavement.
The fight seemed distant to me. My mind was elsewhere, on the events that had played out that afternoon, the rejection. Each snide remark Metahuman made became, “Sorry, Jake.” Thoughts bombarded me: the dance was three days away, I didn’t have a dat, going alone would be social suicide, not going would be just as bad. Then it hit me, unfortunately while I was literally being hit; I hadn’t transformed into Monstar. Sure I looked like him, but I was still Jake, mentally.. It was the worst possible time to be Jake.
Bruises began to cover my body. My muscles throbbed and ached. I screamed for Monstar to show up just like the townspeople do when they’re in trouble, but no audible noise was made. Monstar couldn’t hear my cries.
“You are a cancer to this society and this society is a cancer to itself,” stated Metahuman. “You are a crutch that these humans rely on. They can’t even stand on their own two feet.”
“I…don’t believe you,” I whimpered.
“You it’s true,” stated Metahuman. “Just look around you, not a single cop. They expect you to do all the work. They have become lazy and so have you. Tonight the crutch falls out.”
“Shut up,” I said, not to Metahuman, but to the voice in my head that kept repeating, “Sorry, Jake.”
“Shut up,” I repeated with even more force. I was tired of it all. I was tired of the rejection, I was tired of all the lies, I was tired of feeling sorry for myself. Monstar’s resolve began to flow through me, just in time too. Metahuman began rushing towards me. I braced myself for impact, dug my feet into the ground, and crouched low in order to provide leverage and stability. We collided hard, but I stood my ground. The tide had turned in my favor, but for how long?
Monstar’s body was exhausted. Powering through fatigue, I pushed my foe back. Blow after blow, I delivered. His robotic face was that of a poker player but I could smell the fear consuming him as he lost ground. Together our responses became slower and our blows became softer. We were both running out of steam. The heaviness of my bruised body eventually became too much for Monstar’s legs. I collapsed onto the ground. My ears failed me, but I could guess that my opponent was chuckling at me for my weak stamina. I couldn’t hear, smell, taste, or feel. My senses were leaving me one by one as my dented opponent approached me. Just then a light flashed. Had I died? Slowly my sight came back to me, and there before me was my opponent lying on the ground. The police had finally arrived and fired a rocket into Metahuman's back.
“Looked like you could use some back up,” said an officer.
“Glad you could make it,” Monstar remarked. With that I limped home. Monstar had learned something that day. This earth, this planet, these people can stand on their own two feet. Jake, on the other had, still had no date for the dance in three days.
