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Something I've been working on, any comments on it or ideas where to take it would be most appreciated.
Kyle hurried down the streets of Metroville with a look of urgency in his dark blue eyes. The small, pale boy could not have been older than 15 but none the less, he flew down the road on his bicycle. The streets of the massive metropolis were abandoned despite the fact that it was only 8:59 PM; the boy was startled upon hearing his watch beep.
****, he exclaimed, his voice echoed throughout the empty streets between the buildings. It was 9 oclock; curfew had just gone into effect. No sooner than his watch beeped than he heard a swish and saw a blur zoom towards him. It stopped right in front of him grabbing the handlebars of his bike. He looked up, utter dread on his face, because before him was Metrovilles greatest superhero, Ultraman.
Ultraman towered over him, at least 66 and 280 pounds of pure muscle. He wore a crimson red suit of spandex, the color of dark blood. His chest bore a blue insignia of the letters U and M. A navy blue cape also blew behind his back. Ultraman had short, clean cut black hair, and a square jaw that gave him the look of the perfect, all-American Boy Scout. His most unique feature however was his eyes. They were currently fixed upon Kyle, with a cold, steely gaze. His eyes shimmered a silver glow. They were not the eyes of your ordinary man.
Youre in violation of curfew, Ultraman said, his deep voice cold and harsh.
Yes sir, my mother, she she is sick, he quickly held up a bag from the pharmacy. I was on my way home, I had to pick up her medicine. I..I got there right as it closed and then curfew went into effect. I am so so sorry. Pl..please just let me go home.
Ultraman seemed to ignore the boys rant. I protect this city day in and day out, there has not been a murder in this town in six years. There has not been a robbery in four. A rape in five. All I ask for in return, is that the citizens follow the laws and allow me to do my job. Apparently that is too much for you to do.
With the same speed he approached the boy Ultraman reached out and grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the bike and in one move slammed Kyle against a wall of a near by building.
Ple please
Ultraman turned him to the building and slammed his head through the glass window then pulled him back up; his hand wrapped firmly around Kyles now bleeding neck.
You were not asked to talk.
The boy continued to stammer on incoherently, his face now distorted by glass shards cutting into it and blood dripping pouring down it.
I shall pass judgment. You are found guilty of statute 926-B, violation of curfew. Furthermore, you are found guilty of statute 478-A, resistance of an officer of the law. Hmm.. Ultraman looked at the boy, his silver eyes began to shine until his eyes were nothing more than a silver light. He looked at the boy for a few seconds and finally his face returned to normal.
In addition to this charges you are found guilty of violent thought crimes. Because of the severity of these thought crimes, I have no choice but to sentence you to death to be carried out immediately. After the sentence a clean up crew will retrieve your body, inform your next of kin and then bury your body at their expense. Have you any last words or requests?
NO! PLEASE! Kyle screamed
Very well.
With that Ultraman simply tightened the grip he had on Kyles neck and watched as it snapped. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground and without another thought flew into the air, to find the next lawbreaker.
A clean up crew will come, retrieve your
Kyle hurried down the streets of Metroville with a look of urgency in his dark blue eyes. The small, pale boy could not have been older than 15 but none the less, he flew down the road on his bicycle. The streets of the massive metropolis were abandoned despite the fact that it was only 8:59 PM; the boy was startled upon hearing his watch beep.
****, he exclaimed, his voice echoed throughout the empty streets between the buildings. It was 9 oclock; curfew had just gone into effect. No sooner than his watch beeped than he heard a swish and saw a blur zoom towards him. It stopped right in front of him grabbing the handlebars of his bike. He looked up, utter dread on his face, because before him was Metrovilles greatest superhero, Ultraman.
Ultraman towered over him, at least 66 and 280 pounds of pure muscle. He wore a crimson red suit of spandex, the color of dark blood. His chest bore a blue insignia of the letters U and M. A navy blue cape also blew behind his back. Ultraman had short, clean cut black hair, and a square jaw that gave him the look of the perfect, all-American Boy Scout. His most unique feature however was his eyes. They were currently fixed upon Kyle, with a cold, steely gaze. His eyes shimmered a silver glow. They were not the eyes of your ordinary man.
Youre in violation of curfew, Ultraman said, his deep voice cold and harsh.
Yes sir, my mother, she she is sick, he quickly held up a bag from the pharmacy. I was on my way home, I had to pick up her medicine. I..I got there right as it closed and then curfew went into effect. I am so so sorry. Pl..please just let me go home.
Ultraman seemed to ignore the boys rant. I protect this city day in and day out, there has not been a murder in this town in six years. There has not been a robbery in four. A rape in five. All I ask for in return, is that the citizens follow the laws and allow me to do my job. Apparently that is too much for you to do.
With the same speed he approached the boy Ultraman reached out and grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the bike and in one move slammed Kyle against a wall of a near by building.
Ple please
Ultraman turned him to the building and slammed his head through the glass window then pulled him back up; his hand wrapped firmly around Kyles now bleeding neck.
You were not asked to talk.
The boy continued to stammer on incoherently, his face now distorted by glass shards cutting into it and blood dripping pouring down it.
I shall pass judgment. You are found guilty of statute 926-B, violation of curfew. Furthermore, you are found guilty of statute 478-A, resistance of an officer of the law. Hmm.. Ultraman looked at the boy, his silver eyes began to shine until his eyes were nothing more than a silver light. He looked at the boy for a few seconds and finally his face returned to normal.
In addition to this charges you are found guilty of violent thought crimes. Because of the severity of these thought crimes, I have no choice but to sentence you to death to be carried out immediately. After the sentence a clean up crew will retrieve your body, inform your next of kin and then bury your body at their expense. Have you any last words or requests?
NO! PLEASE! Kyle screamed
Very well.
With that Ultraman simply tightened the grip he had on Kyles neck and watched as it snapped. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground and without another thought flew into the air, to find the next lawbreaker.
A clean up crew will come, retrieve your