JUSTICE ALLY
In a warehouse a person in black and gold spandex is tied to a chair. Another person in a ski mask came up to them, “Hello, cape crusader.”
The caped man opened his eyes, “Who are you?”
The person in the ski mask continued to talk, “A real motherfucker…” They then started to get passionate about the message, “Who is tired of your stupid ass running around like a superhero!”
“But these people need a hero,” his mouth clicked with his response.
“We have the police!” The individual walked over to a desk and picked up a pair of scissors, “Give me that cape!” The masked man grabbed the cape and snipped it off.
“Hey you vigilante!”
“Shut up, you’re the vigilante!” the masked man replied throwing the cape over the head of the hero. “See now… what’s this, a utility belt? You got a damn utility belt!”
“Hey, don’t touch my belt.”
A snap sound was made, “You don’t need this.”
“Don’t open it, it’s spring loaded!”
“Bullshit, if it was you won’t have told me, now that you did, I’m going to open it in your direction.”
“What’s your name?” the hero asked, in hopes of slowing down the process of the belt being opened.
“Well, this is a switch of topic, I’m Villain,” he opened the belt and the stuff fell out, a smokescreen went off. “You know what I don’t have time for this, I’m getting my gun, no miracles for you, hero,” the Villain left.
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“The good guys always win!” the hero coughed swallowing the smokescreen.
Villain came back with a gun, he was going to let a shot off, but it jammed. “I don’t believe this…”
The hero wiggled his head and shook the cape off, “What’s the matter, the gun doesn’t work?” His mouth clicked, “Let this be a lesson, heroes don’t lose.”
“Keep quiet,” Villain pistol whipped him. “I’ll be back,” he went into another room.
The hero felt around the floor with their feet trying to get a fallen object from the utility belt. He got his foot on a silver disk with a red circle in the middle. The door swung open, hitting the wall. Scuff sounds are made as the hero tried to bring the disk closer to him.
Villain came back with a chainsaw, “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get out.”
“Of course, you are,” Villain started the chainsaw.
The hero activated the disk with his foot and flashes of light went off. Each flash slimmed the black silhouette in front of Villain. He laid the tool into its target. It made contact and chips of wood pelt his hands. “You’re awfully quiet for a dying man!” Then he realized that, he can barely hear himself so he could not hear the hero. Once he regained his vision, the chair was empty, and the saw stopped in an empty space. “Man, where did he go!” He looked around, “Come out Fleeing Fowl!”
Once again Villain went into the backroom, to see the front door tampered with but not opened. “Trying to escape I see!” The chain on the saw rotated and for each revolution the chain went off to the side. Villain made notice of the sound, “Aw, damn, this thing breaking too.” A shadow caught his attention, “There you are!” But it was nothing besides the side effect of being flashed.
Villain turned off the saw and placed it on his desk to readjust the chain. Air slowly left his throat as it tightened. “No more stuff for you.” He listened to the adversary struggle to breathe, “You know a cape works better as a choking tool over a fashion accessory,” Fleeing Fowl taunted.
“If you kill me, you’re no better than me…”
“You’re right,” Fleeing Fowl let his chokehold loose. Villain took a deep gasp, which became cut short once the hero reconstructed his windpipe. “You know what sometimes being the good guy doesn’t have a formula.”
“You’re no better than a bad guy…”
“You are the bad guy!”
“This is justice…” Villain took his last breath and left Fleeing Fowl to think about his actions.
The door broke open and it was the police in response to the beacon Fleeing Fowl was chewing on but the only thing they saw was a dead body.