Setting: a live game show. Hundreds of people are seated in a packed studio audience, cheering wildly. The stage is built from rich mahogany wood, polished to perfection, with a massive black screen behind it. Two sleek chairs sit front and center, with a desk to the far right.
The cheering continues as I Simon Miller walk onto the stage, smiling like I just robbed a bank and got away with it. I'm wearing black jeans, a purple undershirt, a black tux with a skinny tie, and way too much confidence. I wave to the crowd, gripping the mic to my chest.
Hellllooo Kansas! Who's ready to meet some heroes?!
The crowd EXPLODES. People are chanting "Inferno!" and "Electric Strike!"
"Alright, alright," I chuckle, trying to calm them down. "Let's first welcome... Winthrop the Black Assassin and Warrior Girl!"
The audience loses its mind. Fists pump in the air. Some fans scream their lungs out trying to get noticed.
Please, take your seats, I say with a grin, gesturing to the chairs.
As they sit, the crowd quiets. I adjust the mic and lean into the desk.
Okay, here's how this'll go down. You're going to meet all the main characters from the series. I'll ask each one questions about their profiles. At the end, the audience will get time to think of three questions for each hero. Got it? Good. Let's begin after this short break!
Cue a cut to commercials: Papa John's pizza and a suspiciously cheap car insurance ad.
[We're Back On Air]
The camera zooms back in as I smile and wave again.
Alright, let's get this rolling. Warrior Girl… how are you feeling today?
She stares me down with tired, bloodshot eyes. Her voice is raspy but calm.
Tired. Annoyed. And I don't wanna be here.
I lean back like she just slapped me with a brick.
Woooow, you hear that, Kansas?! I laugh. The audience erupts again.
Alright, alright, I continue, hands under my chin. Tell us a little about yourself.
Warrior Girl smirks slightly, takes a drag from her cigarette, and speaks to the crowd:
Name's Amy Moore. I'm 37, born in England. We moved to America in the late 90s… that's when I got my powers. I was young. Made mistakes. But every time I fell, I worked ten times harder. Now I can carry an apartment on my shoulders and shred titanium without blinking. I fight like a medieval warrior. Hence the name.
Damn, I mutter. Thank you, Warrior Girl. Now… Winthrop.
He stays silent, of course.
Right, right. You don't talk. So…
Assistants roll in a computer on wheels, wires connected to the big screen.
Just type your answers, and we'll show them to the crowd.
I ask the first question:
"Tell us about yourself."
Winthrop tilts his head and types. On-screen it flashes in bold white letters:
THAT'S CLASSIFIED, SIMON.
I smirk. Sometimes I wonder why I created you.
Suddenly a guy in the crowd jumps up and yells:
WARRIOR GIRL, SHOW US YOUR TITS!
The room goes dead silent. Warrior Girl's eyes widen, stunned. She just stares. Winthrop slowly reaches for his dagger.
Okaaaay, I say nervously. Let's move on. Give them a hand, folks!
[Next Guests: Inferno, Electric Strike, Eagle, and Jamie]
The crowd erupts as Winthrop and Warrior Girl leave. Two new chairs are brought in. Inferno walks out arms-wide, grinning. Electric Strike dabs while holding a McDonald's bag. Iconic.
Jamie clutches his teddy bear tightly as he walks on with Eagle.
Momma, why are we here? he asks.
Eagle leans down, kisses his head, and wraps her arm around him.
It's okay, baby. We're just on a show. That's Simon.
Inferno rolls his eyes. Strike flexes. I smile.
Jamie, you wanna go first?
Jamie hides behind his bear, nervous.
It's okay, kid, I say, kneeling beside him with the mic. They won't bite.
Jamie peeks out, nods slowly.
Um… I'm Jamie. I'm 4. My mom and dad are Eagle and Inferno.
Oooh," I whistle. "Inferno's a dad? Didn't see that coming.
Inferno clenches his fists.
Fuck you, bitch.
I ignore him and lean the mic to Jamie again.
What's your favorite food, little man?"
My momma's sandwiches.
Awww, Eagle mutters, kissing his head.
I also have powers like-
SHUT THE FucK UP! I yell, stopping him.
Eagle stands up, furious.
NEVER. Speak. That. Way. To. My. Baby. She pulls Jamie close.
Whoa whoa! I back away.
Strike, still chewing his Big Mac, cimes in:
Bro… how old are you?
Why?" I ask, cautious.
You sound like you're 17 or some shit.
I hesitate… then mutter:
Sixteen."
The crowd gasps. Strike drops his Big Mac. Eagle looks disgusted. Inferno glares.
You're 16… and YOU made all this?
Is it wrong?
Kid's got balls," Inferno mutters. "But damn, if the public finds out, you're toast.
Strike:
Wait You watch The Boys and South Park?
HOW DID YOU KNOW?! I gasp.
God, you're twisted. But I respect it.
[Commercial Break. We're Back Again.]
Eagle, I say, handing her the mic. What are your powers?
She strokes my arm and smirks.
You know that's classified.
Damn. Inferno?
He stands proudly:
Super strength, speed, regeneration, fire manipulation, flight, enhanced senses, and durability.
Dude, you're basically a god.
Electric Strike leans forward, eating his ninth Big Mac.
My name's Derek. And I eat this crap because my powers burn calories like crazy. If I don't eat, I drop.
Science! I say, clapping. Now give it up for Mason, Sentro, Mr. American, Road Runner, and Vortex!
[Total Meltdown Begins]
Road Runner steps up.
"Yeah, I'm the fastest alive."
What's the pressure like?
Vortex:
You? Fast? Please. You're slow As Fuck
Better slow than a hoe, Road Runner fires back.
Mr. American chuckles. Mason panics. I yell:
SHUT THE FUCK UP! You're banned. Both of you, OUT!"
They storm off. Vortex flips the bird.
Mr. American,I say, trying to recover. You're like Captain America, right?
He glares, red-faced.
No. I'm stronger. Faster. I hover. I'm-
Still not Cap tho. I snicker.
FUCK YOU! Nigger! he explodes, shouting a slur.
GET. OUT! I scream.
He throws his chair and storms backstage.
[Backstage – Before the Storm]
Inferno: What's taking short fry so long?
Vortex: He kicked us out.
Warrior Girl: "For what?"(still smoking)
Mr. American:For attitude. Little baby.
Strike: He's 16.
Warrior Girl: he's what?! Shit. Worse than Garth Ennis.
Inferno: Let's teach him a lesson.
[Finale – Execution]
I return to the stage.
Give it up for Mason and Sentro!
Crowd cheers. But suddenly…
Inferno floats onto the stage, eyes burning.
Simon. You've caused too much damage. It's time… to die!"
Before I can move, he launches forward, shoves his hand into my stomach, and pulls out my intestines. Blood everywhere. The crowd screams. He wraps them around my neck—
CRACK.
I fall. Dead.
Inferno stands over me, smirking.
That's what you get… bitch.
[End Note from the Author]
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