Evil Wayne: Serials
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#11I had breathed in just a hint of the gas.This produced the effect of making me more lightheaded than drowsy. I was lightheaded, with heavy emphasis. If you don't get it, I'll say this: I thought that I was, truly, in all seriousness--Superman. I pushed Taya away from my feet and walked back into the office part. I was mad, I was going to destroy something. I came to their computer and tried to smash it. I only succeeded in running a bunch of programs which, while important to the fate of mankind, seemed more like video games to me in my state.10 I was madder, I picked up the console and threw it against the wall opposite the door. A secret door opened. I must have hit the trigger, but in my state, I simply assumed I had thrown it through the wall. Even more confident, I stepped through my "hole". The corridor seemed to slope up, which really bothered me considering I didn't realize it. I thought it was extra gravity keeping me from flying. I found an elevator and took it up. One good thing about this hideout; at least it isn't on top of a tall building to leap across in a single bound. #12When the smoke cleared all five of the 4S members were lying on the ground."Golly," Kevin muttered. "I hardly got off a shot." Lee was bouncing off the walls. He turned towards Kevin, his eyes blazed and then he screamed, "Ya-HOO!! Gawd, that was fun!" I know he screamed because my elevator had stopped and opened. I got out in another corridor. I heard that scream, I thought it was somebody in need of help, so I ran. Well, not really. I too three steps and lost my balance. Thump! "Funny," I murmured. "This wall seems to have a gravity field of it's own." Then I was lifted to my feet by the gruesome twosome. "Kevin! Lee!" I exclaimed. "Good to see you. Guess what I've discovered?" The looked at each other then shrugged. "I'm Superman!" "It must run in the family," Lee said. #13"Here," Lee said handing me a butterfly knife.I looked at it. "Man, didn't you hear me? I'm Superman!" "Yeah right, now take this," he shoved it my way. "Okay, if it'll make you happy, but I'm telling you I don't need it. I'm Superman." "Yeah and I'm Peter Pan." "You are?" Lee buried his head in his hands. "What's that way?" Kevin asked. I turned around, looked and looked back at Kevin, "A corridor, why?" At this point Lee could take no more. He grabbed me by the color and yanked me closer. "WHAT ARE YOU ON DRUGS OR SOMETHING?!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!?" "Oh," I looked at Kevin. "You mean overall, not relatively." He nodded. Lee dropped me and fell on his knees blubbering. "Well," I started. "There's a whole army of beautiful women getting ready to exterminate mankind, why?" Kevin seemed surprised. Lee stopped blubbering, he stood up and firmly removed his sunglasses. "Then," his voice was deep and steady. "Let's go save mankind." Actually, I'm sure he meant, "Let's kick some ass! #14We walked for what seemed like hours.Somehow we must have missed the elevator and the corridor made an ever so gentle slope down. The time did me good. "Hey, you know something? I"m not Superman," I said realizing my foolish error. "That's good," Kevin said. But Lee was a too smart of that. He knew me. "Who are you?" "Superman's son, of course." Lee smiled. Hey, I said it did me good. Not great. We started passing ventilation grates. Big ones. They took up the entire length of the wall. Then there was a noise from down the corridor. Someone looking for the five guards probably. Lee grabbed a corner of the grate, "Come on Superman, help." "I'm not Superman. Superboy, please." "Whatever--Help!" I got up and pulled the grate off with a yank. The guards came closer and as they rounded the bend... #15"Pisst..." I said to Lee in the dark."What?" he sounded annoyed. "I think these wall are made of lead." "Hun?" "Well, I can't see through them." Then I felt a slight breeze. I think Lee tried to hit me. "I think they've passed," Kevin said. He was next to the grate. "Then let me out of here!" Lee said and pushed Kevin out of the way and kicked the grate open. Kevin looked at me funny. "What's his problem?" I hurmphed11, "I think he's copping an attitude." 10. Considering this was the mid-80s, we're talking about text and/or 8-bit computer games. 11. Hurmphed. Sort of an onomatopoeia. If you don't know what that is, go look it up. What am I? The Information Booth? |
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