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goodluck Max!!!

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Super Hero Story



For my superhero story I wanted to write from the perspective of minor characters who provide only one or two scenes in the entirety of the text, however its those scenes that shape the story. The perspectives include A minor street thug who is hired by the villain, a military general, a government agent, and the villain her self. While the villain character has been explored in other super hero texts, the other three characters are rarely touched upon and I believed it would be an interesting concept to have an entire story from the first person perspective of extras.
Due to the focus not being entirely on the hero, it gives his character a sense of mystery. His background is not entirely known by any of the characters and while on the surface he serves the US government, he does appear rebellious towards authority, which gives him questionable motives. His costume is bright and colorful to match his personality, which I based off of the characters in a Blaxploitation film, such as Shaft or Dolomite.
The romantic comedy element was intended to be between the hero and the villain of the story as the hero's rude personality has caused the villain to go insane with intentions of revenge. She believes she has had her "meet cute" when in fact she was a victim to a mean spirited prank. Her main plan is to seduce the hero into a poison kiss of death, weather or not she succeeded I left out for the reader to decided. (and as a side note seeing as odds are you’re the only one reading this, id like to know if you believe she was successful.)
It was the secondary characters, which I explored in this piece, and although they may seem generic characters, it's their reactions and perceptions of the hero and the villain, which I focus on.


















June 16th 2012 1:43 AM
Washington DC

It’s a cold morning, the kind I like. The frozen landscapes persuades people into a deeper sleep, one that’s harder for them to wake, one that makes life easier for someone who goes bump in the night. Running from ally to ally I make my way to my designated area, the further I travel the more sinister the town becomes. Money buys luxury and now I'm in a part of town where there is none.
Entering the ally on 31st and Prospect Street I double-check my attire, make sure I am concealed. In my line of work it is important that my colleagues cannot identify any aspect of my personal appearance, they must not know the real me. After twelve years of hard work in my line of duty I've learned many tricks of the trade; never mix business and fun, never be revealed, never get caught, and don’t trust anyone, as everyone wants you dead.
Checking the time I find myself early, normally not a good thing as now my colleague may be able to grasp the element of surprise. Taking advantage of the situation I quickly scout the area for possible escape routs yet its hard to see anything, besides the distant warm glow of a trash can lit aflame by two homeless gentlemen who are now asleep, sprawled next to their flaming creation. Even In my own environment I still find it hard to see in the darkness.
I go over my lines again, forgetting them will seal my fate. "Its on the third floor to the left". These words don't mean anything to me yet they rarely do. I figure it's just a way for my colleagues to pretend there in the movies, despite knowing who I am and why I'm there.
I'm still standing alone in silence when my colleague is 5 minutes late. The crackling of the fire calms my nerves, yet the thought of a deal gone sour keeps me alert.
A distant explosion breaks the silence.
In shock I turn my head in the direction from which I came
Two Homeless gentlemen are awoken in state of confusion before two silenced gunshots put them back to sleep indefinitely.
Footsteps sneak up behind me and the cold barrel of a silenced pistol is pressured on the back of my head.
"Has the package been delivered" a calm feminine voice inquires.
"Its on the third floor to the left" I rebut trying to sound strong despite being in a powerless situation. If I show any signs of weakness now Ill end up six feet under.
"Turn Around!" the voice demands, now with much more authority in its demeanor. As I turn the voice barks out more orders. "Place the document on the ground!" Finishing my turn I notice immediately the pistol is still aimed at my forehead, however I finally catch a glimpse of the unknown assailant. I find her dressed as a professional, no skin visible except the lower half of her scarlet lips.
“Hmm don’t see many women around here” I remark, trying to calm my ever increasing nerves as well as calm the situation. She responded with a deadly silence, all that could be heard was an approaching ambulance, no doubt responding to the crash from before.
They say you never hear the gunshot that kills you.

“There better be a damned good reason why I’m up at this ungodly hour in this rust bucket you guys here in the Whitehouse call an elevator private! If the world isn’t ending the court-martial will be the least of your worries” I know the next words I’m going to hear will be bad however If I don’t assert myself to the spectacle wearing Private, he wont respect my authority, even In times of crisis I must appear In control.
“Sorry sir but the situation is dire indeed”, His response is laced fear and sweat, no doubt induced by myself and the information I’m about to receive. “About two hours ago the pentagon was bombed”
“You woke me because of a small case of public disturbance.” I know he isn’t reveling everything however I must act in charge and in control. I can sense he is responding to the growing anger in my voice.
“Its not that sir” here comes the punch line “Its just that we haven’t found any of the nuclear launch code files” My heart is now beginning to sing faster then the cart that is carrying us. The codes are kept in a black box that can’t be harmed by small explosives, the same kind of materials they carry on airplanes.
“Any leads as to who has stolen the codes”
“No sir………”
The silence builds tension for the next ten seconds.
“I understand Private, Ill take over from here”
“Yes sir general Baldwin”
Alas the steel doors of our moving closet open and reveal a sea of heads and computer monitors. Time to take command.
“Listen Up every one we are now in code Red, as you all know we have missing codes and no clues, I want every police report from 5 minutes ago to 5 years ago and I want It yesterday! Someone get me Stingray NOW!"

"Its not everyday when some someone from Washington comes around these parts, whats ya after anyways?"
"I'm sorry but that’s classified officer if you could please just take me to this address, there wont be any hassles," Inquisitive cops are and always will be an annoyance, however this cop was curios and angry, a bad mix.
Hey now don’t give me that classified bull%#$, I was in the war, if this was about those towel heads and the pentagon you better fill me in so I could go Vietnam on their race," Great he's a racist as well.
"Im sorry officer but I can't divulge any information until we reach our destination" and here it comes
"My Mommas right about you city folks, cant trust a man in a suit she always said, and looky here, I try to be a gentleman, and you act as if your better then me, well Ill tell you what sir, If I see you when I'm off duty Ill make sure to beat your sorry ass all the way back to Washington yes sir I will!"
"Touch me and I will snap your neck in three places before you even touch the ground, do I make my self clear officer!" Hmm that seemed to shut him up.
The following five minutes of silence leads us to our destination. From the outside It appears like another run down house in the suburbs of Wako Texas. Various articles of furniture and appliance's litter the unkempt yard making it a mission to reach the tattered screen door at the maw of the house. From the outside of the doorway muted music enters my hear, prominently a strong thumping bass.
"Now I don’t know how you city slickers do things but my guess that this guy your after is an armed and dangerous Negro, this is a bad neighborhood and I need to show these boys who our boss" Great now is not the time for clown to start something, hes even drawing his weapon.
"Excuse officer there's no need for firearms…."
"Don’t you dare excuse me officer again!" he yells kicking down the door as If he is in an action movie. High pitch screams immediately flood my ears and the once dominating sound of music comes to a complete halt. Entering the room I hear a gunshot and the screaming stops. "Now listen up, we have a special guest here from Washington, and for some reason he's decided to pay this little house a visit, now I don’t know whose donnit, but whomever it is better fess up now or else there's gonna be hell to pay heh heh heh!" Scanning the room I find its populace all young females of African decent, all with cowering with fear in their eyes. The commotion my escort caused had caused the patrons of the house to all move against the wall, except for the lone man sitting in the corner.
"Put your weapon down officer Im not here to take any of these citizens into custody"
" What, you mean no arrests, I can see right now enough hemp to put these people behind bars for 400 years" His weapon is still not down, the man in the corner stands up
"Officer I insist lower your weapon!" His attention has drifted however.
"Sir I am giving you three seconds to put your hands where I can see them, three….two… on!" In a flash its over, all of the rooms residents vacated the presence in more screams and tears except for the crumpled body of a stupid cop and the worlds fasted ninja standing over his body.
" You know you shouldn’t have done that Stingray, now your gonna have to be moved again, and I know that marijuana is for me"
"Im sick of this hick town anyways, All the women tasted like gin and corn"
"And the pot?"
"slows me down, cant be goin super speed twenty four seven"
"what about him?"
"Hell regain conscious in about a week or so, hopefully with feeling in his legs to if I hit my mark correctly, sometimes I miss when there's to much ignorant fat in the way, why you here anyways"
"Have you seen the news lately? The pentagon has been attacked…"
"And you need the worlds fastest ninja Stingray Sizzle Beef to save the world!" I hate it when he finishes my sentences.

It was ten years ago today, that’s when my heart broke, that’s when my life became corrupt, that’s when my personal fairytale hit a bump in the rode, my prince charming rejected me. The day began like any other day, waking up, followed by morning routines followed by the monotony of work at the First Capital Bank, however that day was different.
A gang of upper-class British thugs decided to rob the bank and part of their plan included the use of a hostage. Being young and attractive, they knew I would be a figure of sympathy and I was chosen to be their bullet shield. It seemed hopeless however as they reviled there names and faces, something that they would wish to remain a secret after the sun had set.
All had seemed lost when A bright flash of light blue shot across my eyes and flung one of the goons through a window, one through the ceiling, and the other two through the wall of my managers cubical. Before I could take in what had happened my savior stood before me, he was dressed in a tight silk kimono, which was cooled a very Bright Powdered Blue. Across the front written In sparkling Purple letters spelt the words Stingray Sizzlebeef, and on his back was an embroidered image of a golden Manta Ray. He also wore a tight light blue mask which he later explained was part of the ninja code, used to maintain their real identity although with his super speed he really didn’t need one.
"Hmmm, looks like your another reason why hot ladies shouldn’t be in important positions" Such a dominating personality, made me hot with anger at first.
"And what is that supposed to mean, why do you have the right to call me stupid after one meeting"
"Hey I wasn’t the one who had to be saved, your just lucky this bank has important stuff that needs protecting"
"And my life isn’t important"
"Well my job requires me to say yes, but behind close doors, no, your not anything"
"I cant believe this, you save my life, call me hot, then call me worthless, who are you anyways?"
"Stingray Sizzlebeefs the name, cant you read?"
"You call that a name, sounds like a bad seafood dish to me"
"Hmm, speaking of food want to go out tonight"
"Yes, I mean No, I mean What!?!?!" I admit I was a fool.
"Well you are quite fine, as am I, and we each need food to live,"
"Ok, lets seal the date with a kiss" was my foolish response. He began to lean in when he uttered the words that would change our lives forever.
"Ha, tricked ya" was all he replied and then in an instant he was gone,
Looking back I was in a deranged state of mind due to the days previous events and he took advantage of me, not that he made it to my bed, god no, its just that someone who is supposed to be a hero to all would try and take advantage of one his fellow patrons.
My anger slowly grew, and I began planning my revenge on the super ninja. Stealing the codes was easy, nothing a little thug wouldn’t be able to do, of coarse he would have to be disposed of once his mission was complete. Don’t want any lose trails. The codes were the only bait I would need as well, soon revenge will be mine.
I know he will find my hidden complex, I know my minions that I have trained will fail, and I know at the days end I will probably be dead, however the only way Stingray Sizzlebeef is going to find those codes is through a kiss of my poison lips. We will die together, like we should have if we had gone out to dinner, if we had married, if we did spend the rest of our time together like in the movies. We were destined to be, he is my prince and the kiss he has owed me for years and years will come and end my fairytale.

[mvonneumann (Linden Ashbey)]

crappy english paper yay

assignment was write a superhero story including some other thing which is at the top

[mvonneumann (Linden Ashbey)]

and yeah its in america, even though im in Aus so sue me

[mvonneumann (Linden Ashbey)]

what a day today was,

won a game i shouldn't have,
got told Im failing physics because the teacher lost my prac book
my girlfriend dumped me,
my best friend tried to fight me
and Im grounded for getting home late


goodnight and I hope tomorrow is better

[mvonneumann (Linden Ashbey)]

more fun stuff, broke my phone bike and nearly broke my arm, yay

[mvonneumann (Linden Ashbey)]

See above reasons as contributers for my arid departure, I think


ughh bad times