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Hydro Bros. pt 1 |
Tuesday, November 24, 2009 (11:35:18) |
| Chapter One: Down for the Clown…
What would you give for something worthwhile? Would you give your life? Your time? Your identity? All you had? For some it’s far too much. Some say they would, but when put to the test they freeze… My name is , well not really… I don’t really know too much, I can’t remember my real name, or as matter of fact anything that happened 5 years ago. And if you can’t tell, I just lost my mind… All I know is this, I used to sell drugs and that’s how I got my name. A friend of mine who goes by the name Blunt Man is the only one I can really remember anything about. He’s suffering from memory loss as well. The reason being, we’re both chosen to future protectors of earth and the afterlife. We’re put through test that’ll make any regular person commit suicide. We’ve been given the ability to adapt. It’s our blessing our curse our secret. It’s the only thing that’ll keep us going and keep us alive. Adapting. You have to; this world is far too cold. Our tests come at any moment and failure is not an option. If we do, others suffer… To better understand us you’ll just have to get to know us.
Cars and trucks horns blared and swung around Green Eyez as he raced through the city of Mestro. The city itself was a little big for his taste but fun. 10 years ago a chemical explosion caused over 500,000 deaths in the surrounding area, but it also gave almost twice as many super powers or special abilities. So there was almost always something for Green Eyez and Blunt Man to check out. As of late the two have been on a search for a crime lord known as C-Dubb. His ties with various crimes and attempted murders upon the two launched a private war among them. The latest information they’ve acquired was a rumor saying he was looking into more occulted things. Memories of the past floating by as Green Eyez snapped to a solid halt is Green electricity type power surged.
Green Eyez stood up to his full height of 6’1; he was tanned skinned, he wore a black hoodie, black jeans and white shoes. He wore a black du rag as well; it made his green eyes stand out more. 8 or 9 oddly dressed males surrounded a husky white male. The blonde hair male w/ stubble on his face and blue eyes behind his rectangular glasses looked in Green Eyez direction. He wore a large red T-shirt with an odd symbol, blue jeans, and white shoes. Going back to his head he wore a black cap turned backwards which had a mess of blonde hair coming out and mutton chops to his beard. This was Blunt Man. Green Eyez’s partner and best friend. Blunt Man was 5’7 so his height was something that accompanied a short temper. He used fire powers. Often. “Could you have taken any longer?” his country accent mixed with a hint of Irish. “The bastards came outta my spot w/ my fuckin’ money.” The bandits were dressed like thugs, yet their faces were painted like evil clowns. It didn’t matter to the two they’d be beaten like anyone else. What seemed to be something simple went horrible soon after. Several rounds from a handgun were fired at Blunt Man, something his short temper would not and could not allow. One single round grazed his index finger. His profane yelp of pain was soon followed by incinerating the aggressor’s face. The aggressor fell to one kneel screaming holding his face and slamming his hand on the ground, trying to remove the newly melted weapon from his hand. “CLOWNS, they’re freaks!” Screamed their leader. Green Eyez spoke not a word, he despised being called a freak. He placed his tongue against his left canine tooth, this was a tale tell sign to Blunt Man that Green Eyez was about to strike. The clowns began to chant, as they continued Green Eyez attracted a broken jagged piece of steel and chopped off the leaders arm. It didn’t do it immediately but after 7 or so tries to get through bone but he accomplished it. Green Eyez couldn’t quite enjoy taking the clown’s life slowly. Every time he struck the clown wither it was with the pole or his fist or foot, the clown’s shrieks ended in laughter. Blunt Man burst into flames and began to assault the clowns with his fury. He ran through two and watched them vaporize. He Jumped on another and pounded his chest until it became black as the ashes left behind him. He stopped and ran over to Green Eyez who was stabbing the clown with the pole.
“Yo!” He screamed “Man, you aren’t usually one to kill or act like this, what’s going on?” Green Eyez left the pole inside the abdomen of the clown and wiped the blood off his face. He kicked the Clown leader hard enough to make his spin halfway around the pole. There was a rib poking out of his skin. Even with all that the clown spat blood and said in a raspy voice. “He’ll Murder you… ARGH--…Both.” Green Eyez twitched and the $ilver Dollar came to mind. He came to when Blunt Man became a huge flame and picked the clown up off of the pole turned him around and ripped his heart out from behind. Blood sizzled against Blunt Man’s fiery body. The clown turned to ashes as he held it. Blunt Man looked at Green Eyez and grew 4 times his size in height and weight. His voice sounded a bit demonic as it fit in unison with his normal voice. “Uh, about this… Can I tell ya later?” Green Eyez finally spoke. “Yeah, same on why I went crazy.” Blunt Man’s face was covered in fire and the fire morphed into a demonic view. Suddenly a slightly feminine voice grabbed our attention. “Are you two sillies the ones killing my clowns?” The odd new clown giggled. He looked to be about 5’3; blue hair under his black cowboy hat, black opened trench coat with no shirt, tight leather pants and from how low he wore them, possibly no underwear. He didn’t look to be intimidating at all with his odd face paint and pointed ears, holding out a limp wrist as he introduced himself with a noticeable lisp. “The name is Knightmare, that’s with a K. It’s because I kill. You may have seen me in your dreams.” He smiled at us. Blunt Man spoke. “No, I think it was the circus last week, your make was better than.” Green Eyez joined in on the taunting. “Ease up on him. He’s not at work he can dress down.” The queer clown looked Blunt Man in the face and spoke in a more serious tone. “Is that so William?” Blunt Man became defensive. “Hey, fool how’d you know my name?” The clown flipped his blue hair. “Well my little flamer, I know your dreams, your fantasies… Your secrets… Your regrets… Your déjà Vu’s… I know you.” He vanished and appeared by Green Eyez’s ear. “They’ll find her, and come after you, your prints are everywhere.” He whispered. Green Eyez went off like a firework display with his powers attempting to strike the clown only to miss as he disappeared leaving a cloud of purple smoke behind. He could barely see, could barley breathe. “You Bastard.” Green Eyez choked out. This was one of the moments where he fell weak and wished to die. A voice popped out. “YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!” The clown impaled the hero through the heart with the broken jagged piece of steel. As the smoke lifted Knightmare was nowhere to be found. Green Eyez lay motionless on the ground bleeding out. “Fuck.” Said Blunt Man as Green Eyez’s body began to fade literally. |
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12:42... |
Wednesday, November 18, 2009 (07:56:45) |
1242 In the am, the slow paced clouds covered the quarter moon as the wind howled through the dying trees. Lil began to regret not bringing a jacket, as she wrapped her arms around her button up shirt. She never really listened to anyone. The wind grew incredibly strong for a moment blowing leaves onto her torn jeans and her long light brown hair. She wiped them away as she began to see a small building, a flashing light coming from a window on the east side. It may have been in the middle of nowhere but she thought to herself it has electricity she could charge her dead phone and call someone to get her. She began to hurry across the semi wet earth. The sound of slooshing leaves and mud under her feet . As she stepped up on the porch she had a small sense of fear. Maybe it could have been she d seen too many horror movies or maybe it could have been the fact that she seen a missing girl 2 years younger than her on the news. She gained some false courage and the groaning floor boards guided her to the door. She knocked once. Nothing. She repeated and thought she may have heard the small pitter patter of feet inside. Her heart raced as she knocked a little harder. Nothing again... She looked left and right and once again she seen the flashing of light. Suddenly the light stayed on... She wondered if she should even really be there or not but the idea of walking another two and ahalf hours home after an argument with her parents was something her pride wouldnt allow... She was tired and just wanted to go home. She tryed the newly discovered doorbell and heard a weak ding. Nothing but the door seemed to be cracked open. She peeled the screen door behind her and carefully inched inside the house. It was a great deal different on the inside than the outside. The outside looking old, rundown rotted and haunted, the inside beautifully arranged no dust and decorated with modern day photos of a happy family. A mother, father, young daughter, and an older son. Even the dog and cat in another portrait with them playfighting with the daughter and son. Faces frozen in laughter. Feeling a great deal better she announced herself knocking loudly and crying out "Hello!" to did this few times as she walked around the living room past the kitchen towards the light. The house seemed weird though, on the outside there didn t seem to be any stairs leading down toward this light but she didn t care as she pushed her worries out her mind. She crept down the descending stairs once again crying out. She could see a red carpet and a table as she entered. She turned to the left to find to people on laying on the floor in an awkward postion motionless another sitting on the corner of the table swining his feet. His dark hoodie covering his eyes as he smiled. His black trenchcoat across his black jeans. Lil stopped in her tracks her back to the wall. He casually spoke in a friendly voice "I thought I heard someone." He dropped down and see seen he was a foot taller than her. "I asked tiffany here if she heard you but she s quite rude tonight. She stopped talking to me about an hour ago. Since she wont speak I will. What might I help you with?" she refused to look at him as her fear came back , her eyes glued to Tiffanys body. she stuttered " The door was open and the my phone is dead, I thought I could charge it here." When she finally looked toward him he was less than a foot away. He spoke "Such a shame... A beautiful woman like you stranded miles away from town..." He Ran his fingers through her hair. Her eyes widend. "Aww, such glorious green eyes... But they have fear." he laughed. "YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID!" as he grabbed her arm. She instictivly tried to strike him with her right arm, he evaded the punch, grabbing the attacking right hook and slammed her to the carpet. He pinned her to the ground and she seen his dark eyes... No white at all... Pure black with glowing gray pupils. An evil grin painted on his face... Black streaks painted as scars down both his eyes. He moved her arms above her head and held them in place with one arm. He ran his hand across Lils buttons and ripped her belt and her tears began to pour. The buttons removed themselves as he chuckled to plead to stop. She struggled to be released her bra now revealed. He laughed as he began to reach down to her crotch. She screamed for help as she shut her eyes tight. Waking up in her car rocking back and forth back , crying hysterically. She held herself tight protecting her body. Her button shirt still open her belt still ripped. She was back in the city, in a parking lot at the mall. She glanced out the window to see him waving at her. Her bra in his fingerless gloves palm. He shouted "Your welcome!" Laughing like the demon he was. Plauge appeared next to him and spoke. "Black N Mild, your one sick bastard..." The car screeched off into the night. Black N Mild turned to him and said "She learned a lesson tonight... And I had fun, it could have went a lot worse... And it will be for others in this city... I can hardly wait."
This will only be the begining the dark chapters of my character Black N Mild for my story... The Story I am writing is called The Hydro Brothers... |
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