(Story created, copyrighted and written by C.B.A. )
Chapter 1:
“Danny, Beth, & Victor.”
Somewhere in the depths of space.
"Absolutely splendid. This destruction is delicious." An androgynous figured cloaked in black revels in the flames consuming a futuristic looking city. Buildings crumble and explode as an army of monsters attack and kill the inhabitants of the planet.
"Fools. Had they simply submitted to my rule then none of this would be happening. Don't you agree my dear Mistress?" Appearing from behind the shadowy figure is a woman with blue hair. She jerks upright when the shadow gropes her.
"Ever the silent type aren't you?" The shadow nuzzles the woman much to her annoyance. The being motions for the army to heed its call. "My children, play time is over. Return to your ships and prepare for the fireworks."
On cue the monsters march past millions of dead bodies and enter their spaceships, they leave the planet in droves. "Well then my dear would you be so kind as to remove this blemish from the universe?"
Two of the shadow’s guards approach the blue haired woman. The humanoid turtle monsters watch as she sighs then hovers into the air. The left guard smiles. “The Mistress is getting all riled up. She is so beautiful.”
“I love watching her do this.” Says the other monster. “Her destructive power is so sexy-”
Shroom! A black and white spear protrudes from the turtle’s chest; electrical sparks and yellow liquid spew from their chest wounds.
“Your commentary concerning the Mistress was a little to fresh for my liking.” The spears dislodge themselves from the two and they collapse onto the ground. “What are you waiting for? Destroy this planet.”
Snarling, the woman lets out a monstrous roar and within seconds the alien planet is engulfed in an explosive purple light.
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Meanwhile on Earth…
“Danny, stop messing with bad girls because they will ruin your life.”
“You say that about every girl I’m interested in mom.”
“And I am always right.” The blonde woman says while adjusting her police badge. “Now I’m headin’ to work. I’ll see ya later.”
Danny sighs as his mother exits the tiny cottage like home; the young man grabs his lunch bag and heads for his car. Outside the cool winds of Windy Garden blow across Danny’s round face and black glasses, his blonde, curly hair dances as he drives into town. Windy Garden is a small area composed of a centralized downtown hub, the suburbs, the not to distant boondocks where Danny lives, and a huge mountain that separates the county from the rest of the world. A colorful sign catches Danny’s eye.
“Ooooh, ‘Mr. Quacky’s. Get your food while you work out.’ I should try their food after work.”
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One year later:
D.E.A.T.H. is a terrorist organization that plots vile things behind closed doors. Inside a gold chamber adorned with purple drapes, a red haired woman walks toward a shadow seated upon a throne. "Have you located my Mistress yet Lady Hotflash?"
"Not yet Master Death." Hotflash replies. Her blue and orange halter-crop top dress shines brightly as she bows her head before the androgynous figure. "However I have assembled a fine group of Cyforms to usher in our grand appearance."
The shadow takes a swig from its glass of red wine; "I should punish you for failing to find the Mistress. But subjugating this planet seems fun, I’m sure the Mistress will turn up during the chaos. Very well, commence the attack!"
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The cool winds of Windy Garden blow through the open windows and onto Danny’s red face. He beats a swaying punching bag.
"You’re swinging too wildly, Danny," the older Hispanic man next to him says while striking his punching bag. "You can't just wail away and expect to land meaningful blows.”
"Thanks, Bruce Lee," Danny scoffs as walks away from the bag and grabs his red zip up hoodie. "Work has me stressed so I'm just working off some steam. No reason to be super serious with this stuff Victor.”
"That is why you’ll always be a amateur." Victor hisses.
"Jerk," whispers Danny.
"What was that gringo-"
"Vic!" The woman's yell interrupts Victor. The straight haired African-American woman runs up to him and shoves a flyer into his face.
"Is that the Cherry Blossom thingy you've been bugging me about, Beth?"
"Yes it is." She declares. The camera around her neck dangles about. "You’re coming with me to watch em’ blossom and you'll like it."
As Beth convinces Victor of the festival, some of the gym goers gather around a TV mounted on a nearby wall. A waitress in a yellow t-shirt and daisy duke shorts walks toward the gathered crowd. She adjusts her Hachimaki headband, while glaring at the TV.
"Despair and terror plague our innocent city as an organization calling themselves "D.E.A.T.H." have attacked the Mayor's office," the news anchor explains. The waitress dashes off while the crowd continues to gawk at the TV in awe and bewilderment.
"Come on, Vic." Beth drags Victor toward the bathrooms. "It's pretty far to the festival, so pee and wash your smelly ass now while you have the chance. Who ever heard of a restaurant with a gym in it? This place makes no sense." With a sigh Victor gives in and heads for the men's bathroom while Beth enters the women's bathroom. Danny wanders over towards the TV and watches the live footage of rampaging monsters.
"Man, that's scary," Says Danny. He digs through the pockets of his cargo pants while making his way toward the bathroom. "But where are my car keys-"
"You!"
Danny jumps, he then looks around for the source of the voice. It’s coming from the waitress who is leering at him from behind the ordering counter. "Are you talking to me?"
"No duh, Sherlock." She snaps. "Follow me into the kitchen, now."
Confused, Danny wobbles his way toward her. Is she coming onto me? She is pretty hot…
"Alright Vic, you’ll be driving to the festival." Beth smiles as she drags Victor by his arm.
"Hey you two, come over here now!" The waitress yells at the two.
Perplexed, the three adults follow the woman into the kitchen and then into a service elevator. The four say nothing as the elevator lowers deeper and deeper into the Earth.
End of Chapter 1
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