So, I finally decided to write out one of the ideas i've had. I'm not entirely sure about the powers and abilities of the heroes yet, though I am certain on the characters of Micheal, Dr. Nickolai Romanov, and Paul. It's a bit of a deconstruction of superhero stories. Feel free to tell me what you think.
Snow fell on the city. Micheal, like many other pedestrians in New York, wore snow pants and a jacket to protect against the cold. Arg... he rubbed his face and kept walking.
Great. Unemployed again. And now Sophie's dead, along with Jonah and the other guys at the bookstore...And damn, I was beginning to like her too. Money's gonna run out three months from now, So I better look for a job in construction or start searching now...Mike turned his eyes skyward. Somedays, it's almost not worth what we do here... Mike sighed and walked on. Still, there's always the guys at the survivor's group. And If anything happens, I've got a lot of money set away for Mom and Dad... "Sir, I'm going to need you to turn around." "Eh?" Mike looked up from the ground. There was a bright orange barrier with a SHMA agent in uniform behind it. Mike could see one of the long, sinewy tentacles of the thing that killed his friends nestled between the broken buildings beyond. Construction crews were busy clearing the wreckage.
"Oh, sorry. I must have missed a turn a while back." "Oh, alright then. Say, kid, are you new here?" "nah, just some of my friends were killed by, well, that," Mike pointed to the creature's corpse. "Ah man, tell me about it. You're a paid civilian, right?" "Yeah, yeah." Mike leaned back a bit. "Well if you think you're job's bad...the big wigs at SMHA actually expect us to stall that sort of thing for the supers." "Ouch." "Yeah, no kidding. Name's David." "I'm Mike...I hope I see you around sometime." "Yeah, just be sure to be alive, alright? It's been a bad month for me." "Heh, alright." Mike walked back down the sidewalk towards the park, wearing his first smile in days.
****** The Trial of Dr. Nickolai Romanov, transcription. [i][defendant enters] Dr.R:"Right, I'd like to get this over with. I have a spa appointment tommorrow at noon."
Judge Sinclair: "Well, Mr. Romanov, so would I, since we all know how this is going to turn out, but the procedures must be followed, at least to some extent. *Ahem*. Are you Nickolai Romanov?"
Dr. R:"Yes, I am." [rolls eyes]
Judge Sinclair: "Good, good. Now then, you stand accused of thirty counts of human expirimentation, Three counts of medical malpractice, one count of Xenocide, Seventeen counts of crimes against humanity, and charges of war crimes for your actions in scotland, along with one count of genocide, one count of attempted Demonic summoning..."
Dr.R: "hey, I was trying to summon all of hell, not just one demon."
Judge Sinclair: "yes, but it only counts once. Shall I continue, or will you interrupt once again?"
Dr.R:"No, continue."
Judge Sinclair: "Seven counts of attempted murder, six counts of assualt and battery with illegal weaponry, and one count of crimes against reality. [judge takes off reading glasses] Good god, you've been busy."
Dr. R:"Why thank you."
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