Plain-Man and Fight Man watched and waited for the wild man’s next move, who held a tomahawk above his head, ready to send it flying at whomever he chose fit. He wore tan pants with fringes, moccasins, long black hair with a feather and was shirtless and just as serious as any other man, if not more so.
“Surrender the Ocean Institute now!” he yelled from across the parking lot, “This is your final warning!”
At that moment Fight Man bounded forward and ran full speed at the threatening stranger.
“Fight Man, what are you doing!? He’s got an axe!”
“Stay out of this Plain-Man! Go hide if you’re scared!”
Plain-Man stood back watching Fight Man run at the man with the tomahawk over his head who had yet to move and was about to meet him head on with a full blown attack, when suddenly, the tomahawk man dipped his shoulder down under Fight Man and used his momentum to roll him off his back and over the railings that was behind. Splash!
Now it being just the two of them, he turned back towards Plain-Man still wielding his weapon more fiercer than ever. Looking around him, Plain-Man picked up a wide piece of driftwood that he could use as a shield and then followed Fight Man’s lead, except not being so careless. As he was running at his foe, Plain-Man suddenly stopped and held out the wood in front of him and heard the loud sound of wood splintering. Looking to the other side, he found a tomahawk lodged in the wood that looked like it was aimed at his head and then threw it aside. Faster than ever now, as the wild man went for his other weapon, Plain-Man charged and tackled the man down, punching him a few times as he tried to gain the upper hand. He was getting in control of the situation when all of sudden the tomahawk man grabbed some sand at his side and threw it into Plain-Man’s eyes, who was immediately blinded and now totally defenseless. The wild man stood up, dusting off his tan pants, and was about to finish Plain-Man off, who could do nothing but wipe his eyes and scream.
“I told you to surrender, white man!” he said, as he was getting ready to bring a heavy fist down onto Plain-Man head. Just then, the wild man was tackled and knocked off his feet by Fight Man, who was now dripping with ocean water. The two tussled on the pavement of the parking lot as Plain-Man recovered and stood up. He took out his trank gun and held it out.
“Alright! Freeze or I’ll shoot.”
Seeing this, the tomahawk man pushed Fight Man away and turned, running faster than expected towards the Ocean institute and then around the corner. Plain-Man let out a few shots of trank needles, but missed.
“Come on, let’s go!” he said to Fight Man, who was still recovering from a blow he received.
The two rounded the corner and frantically searched to see where the wild man possibly could be. Down below them were tide pools and access to the coast.
“I told you to stay out of my way!” Fight Man said, seeing no tomahawk man and instead turned his fury on Plain-Man.
“You kidding me?? You got taken out first thing!”
Fight Man got all up in Plain-Man’s face like he had totally forgot what their prerogative was at that moment, when suddenly his rage was interrupted.
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“Ha! White man can’t even get along with each other!”
Quickly Fight Man and Plain-Man both looked, and standing on the other side of the one of the tidepools, the tomahawk man stood with arms folded and weapon in hand.
“That’s what you get for acting like a bunch of savages.” he said laughing.
Plain-Man pointed his trank gun at him which caused him to hold up his tomahawk as well.
“Why are you even doing this?! Why can’t you leave the Ocean Institute alone?” Plain-Man tried to reason with the man.
“Leave them alone? After what they done?!” the tomahawk man stopped laughing, “You know you’re on sacred ground, white man? I should take you both out for just standing here!” And with that, at full speed he ran around the tidepool towards the two heroes while Plain-Man let out a few shots, but still missing. The shirtless man looked like he was about to ran straight at them but at the last moment pivoted, going passed them, right into the back entrance of the Ocean Institute.
“Come on! We got to stop him before he hurts that lady!” he said to Fight Man, who could only but scoff at Plain-Man’s words, following him from behind.
Entering the building, they found no immediate signs of the wild man but instead were surrounded by walls of water, swimming fish behind glass, and the large skeletal structure of a killer whale hanging from the ceiling.
“Where’d he go?”
Just then, coming from around the corner, the institute woman from before cautiously proceeded into the room.
“Is everything alright? I thought I heard something…”
“Ma’am, don’t be alarmed, but we’re certain the wild man just ran in here.”
“He’s in here!?” the woman frantically looked in all directions.
“Everything will be alright, how about you go wait–“
A loud screaming voice from above interrupted Plain-Man, who could see nothing but a body jump from the whale bones hanging from above them until it fell on him and Fight Man, taking both of them to the ground.
The tomahawk man immediately stood up and ran over to the woman, grabbing her by the shoulder. The echoes of her screams filled the room as our heroes recovered to their feet.
“Please! No! Leave me alone!” the lady pleaded.
“Silence! You should have listened, white man. I’ll make you pay for building on top of our sacred seashell mound!” And with that he held up his tomahawk and was getting ready to bring it down.
“Wait! Stop!”
But before Plain-Man could even move, the wild man brought down his arm and sent the tomahawk flying towards the heroes, past Plain-Man and Fight Man, and right into the glass tank right behind them. In an instant, the glass cracked and thousands of gallons of water and fish came rushing out, knocking Plain-Man and Fight Man over again, washing them away. The tomahawk man then pushed the woman aside and sprinted towards the door and then out of sight before yelling, “You haven’t heard from the last of me, white man!”
Picking themselves up, surrounded by hundreds of now flopping fish, Plain-Man and Fight Man were groaning, slowly rising from the floor before realizing their assailant was gone. The woman ran over and stood over them.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” Plain-Man said with difficulty as he stood up and faced her.
“Am I alright!? What about the fish!” she squatted down and barely was able to catch the two that were squirming at her feet, “Quick! Save the fish! Throw them into the other tanks!” And Plain-Man did what he was commanded to do.
Fight Man sat up and rubbed his head while the other two frantically rushed all about him.
“Come on, man. Help out!” Plaid-Man said, stopping for a second long enough to lightly punch him on the head.
Fight Man gave him a dirty look and stood up.
“I’m not touching those slimy fish!”
Plain-Man groaned as he threw a starfish over the glass.
“What? They too slippery for you or something?” Plain-Man taunted, sprinting to a floundering yellowfin and did his best to wrestle it.
Fight Man knitted his eyebrows at Plain-Man, and then stood up. Like a mad man, he started grabbing squirming fish by the armfuls and chucking them over the glass, repeating this over and over again.