Tales of the Parodyverse

A Light In The Dark #3


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Derek
Fri Aug 01, 2003 at 12:09:38 am EST
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Tick tock…

I wasn’t always the bad guy… there was one time in my life that I didn’t hate or grow so green with envy that I’d resort to random acts of vengeance..

I miss those days… but as they say, they’re long gone.

Tick tock..

There was a time when I’d actually fight for the side of good… I wonder if I still have it in me..

Tick…

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

A Light In The Dark #3
”Tick Tock, Clarice”

From the smoldering ruins of the 2nd Not-so-National Parodiopolis bank emerges a trio or armed thugs, the usual brand that frequents the Bathroom it seems, why someone would put an oversize vault in the worst part of town is beyond me..

They run towards a black BMW, the tires are squealing even before the third is safely inside.. time to see what they’ve got.. I dive off the top of the building, the bank being one of those in the district built by a pretentious asshole who needed to use it as a phallic extension, he obviously needed it.

The air around me begins to swirl in the way that it always does when I call out to it, and I hit the pavement as if I’d been a toddler jumping off a swingset, and as soon as my feet touch the ground I’m already running… it feels so good to have the wind around me, fuelling me. I leap forward, and land roughly ten paces behind the car. He swerves down a back alley, and I leap to one side, my toes touching the hard brick wall of a five story dilapidating brownstone, I leap again, and touch the building on the other side of the chasm, passing over the vehicle and ahead of it, I fall again, and the familiar sensation kicks in, only to a lesser degree.

I don’t need the soft landing, I know exactly what I want to do, as I become a humanoid missile and slam into the hood of the car, causing a chain reaction through the suspension system, and forcing the front of the vehicle into the pavement, the result, a rather large hole in his expensive oil pan.

The black beast roars on down the alley with me still embedded in the hood, I pull myself out and fall to the side, not without taking a shotgun blast at the range of about a foot and a half from one of the passengers.. it stings like hell, must’ve been buckshot.

The car continues, leaving a trail of slick black blood. The wounded animal is the most dangerous when cornered… I like that.

But still.. the nagging voice in the back of my skull screams at me to let the real heroes do this… “I’m not one of them” it says “and you’ll only destroy yourself becoming on of them…”

The car has only a short while before the last of its lubricant is spilled from the engine, then its only a matter of time before something breaks..

Sirens wail, and overhead a large sleek jet passes over.

The Legion no doubt… this is where the shadows engulf me once again.. and to you, I am no more.

But there is one light I can’t shut out… the light in my thoughts, a light in the dark.


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