| So This Is What Acid's Like; Showdown 34 1/2 | |
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| Talon | Jul 26 2008, 01:18 AM Post #1 |
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The Hero
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“I... wait... hang on...” Talon said loudly as he stomped through the living room of his apartment. The lamp that was previously positioned between the two leather couches was now in pieces on the floor, glass scattered on his slightly expensive carpet. He sighed, looking at a the clock above his television, at least while there still was a clock and a television. It was apparently 1:37 pm, Tuesday afternoon. His silky yellow pajama pants were a testament to his severe exhaustion. His face was still partially painted and his gloves sat in seemingly random places, only adding further evidence to the fact. He had woken up only an hour prior, a testament to his grueling schedule the night before. To go from an intense match-up with his rival, William Vorheez, which finally saw Talon take revenge for his first loss in the sVo, to helping his friend the World Champion Alex Ross kidnap five year old Trenton Williams... that had exhausted him. Not to mention the fact that he had been running from a little man who claimed to be his conscience all night. Not that running had done him any good. His “conscience” had woken him up and immediately run roughshod over his apartment. Oh, wow! the little man squealed as he hopped from couch to couch, That big light sure came down easy! He laughed a high-pitched little laugh as he slid down the cushions, flopping in front of the T.V. Seeing the opportunity, Talon grabbed the remote control and changed it to the movie channel. A millisecond of static, and then the screen revealed a scene with a rotund girl dancing with a bunch of black kids on a school bus. He realized that he had accidentally changed it to the musical channel, but it was too late. The little man was curious, and had calmed down considerably. Talon was for the moment saved from the curious rampage through his apartment, for good or for evil. As he breathed a sigh of relief, his cell phone began buzzing in his pocket. Tip-toeing away, Talon whispered, “Hello?” “Boss?” his assistant, Brian's voice came through the other end, “Boss, is something wrong?” “No, no Brian-” “Have you been kidnapped?” “Bri-” “Have you... oh my god... you've been abducted by terrorists and you're trying to make a suit made of metal in order to escape?” “Bria-” “Talon, have you been raped?” “Brian, knock it off!” Talon said loudly as he ducked into his bedroom so that the miniature man would not be able to hear him, “I'm fine. I'm fine.” “Come to think of it, it would make for a bit of irony if you were kidnapped, after you helped abduct the little kid you hung around with last week,” Brian said, a scolding tone to his voice, “What the hell were you thinking?” “I... I don't know,” Talon said dejectedly, “I really don't know what I was thinking.” And that's your first problem! Talon looked up warily and saw him. A small man, a pale face shaped like a child's, with a strange brown haircut. He was wearing a tiny suit, with a purplish sportcoat with a long tail in the back. On his lapel was a single golden letter... D. A small black tophat with red trim sat across his head, and large shiny brown eyes peered at him in disapproval. You know that it's icky yuck stuff that your friend gets you in, he continued, continuing to frown that strange frown, Why do you do it? Talon narrowed his eyes and looked to the ground. “Brian...” he said softly, “Let me call you back.” There was a pause at the other end as Brian seemed to once again contemplate what his boss was telling him. “Are you okay, sir?” he asked eventually, his voice filled with concern, “You seem... you seem like something's wrong.” There was another pause, but it was Talon this time. He eyed the little man with uncertainty as he chose his words carefully. “Yeah... I'm fine,” he said, “Don't worry about me, Brian. Have a good day, alright? You have an appointment with Clarence later, just remember to be nice. He's sensitive.” “Of course he is, he's...” Brian began before stopping himself, “Huh.” “I guess I'm more of an influence on you than you knew,” Talon said, grinning before ending the phone call. If you listened to me more than you listened to Alex Ross, you wouldn't have to be only an influence of political incorrectness. “Why are you here?” Talon asked as he tossed the phone to the side and it landed on the chair across the room, “What do you want with me?” Simple, the little man said, producing a small purple cane that he poked against Talon's forehead as a small giggle escaped his tiny lips, “I'm going to guide you to the place you need to be.” “What if I'm at where I need to be?” Talon asked, the smile gone from his face now, “What if this is what I'm supposed to be doing?” Hmm, well, yes, if you want to be bashing people with trash cans and going through tables your whole life. “If I'm not where I need to be,” Talon began, grabbing the remote control from the couch, “Where do I need to be?” The little man grunted and poked Talon in the eye, causing him to flinch back, grasping his eye as he yelped in pain. Higher, he said, raising his arms dramatically in the air above him, You need to be higher than you are now. “If you wanted me to be on drugs, you could have come to me when we were on the world tour,” Talon said, finally smirking again, “I could be high as a kite right now if you'd done that.” You're very annoying, aren't you? the little man did a cartwheel as he cheerfully demeaned Talon, I can see why you get into so much trouble now. Talon has no response for the comment. He was, for the first time in a while, legitimately dumbstruck. Annoying little man, Putty in my hand, Boy about to get slammed, For being an annoying little man. Hee hee! The little “conscience” dove off the couch and started to inspect it closely, dancing around his cane every once in a while. Every so often he would poke the couch in spots, then hum to himself and move on. When he reached the spot that Talon usually sat on, however, he poked it and frowned. This isn't right, this cannot be, he said as he poked the cane harder into the couch. Nothing changed in it, as his frown grew. As Talon looked on curiously, the little man climbed to the top of the couch, then leapt up onto the fan that spun from the ceiling of the room. Talon held his breath as his conscience spread his arms and fell from the fan, towards the couch. As he got closer, he positioned his body like a spear, the cane serving as the sharp tip. With the noise of fluff scattering around and leather being torn through, the little suited man disappeared into the couch. “I... that's my... my spot...” Talon said, absolutely flabbergasted, “You... you tore my spot.” Without a hint of warning, a tiny suited man rose from the couch, fluff from the inside of the piece of furniture flying up as though from a geyser. To Talon, it almost looked like the rise of the living dead, like in all those bad zombie movies he had seen when he was a kid. Wow! the conscience said as he pulled himself back up and adjusted his hat, “Always have to use the right amount of perspiration to get some inspiration!” As Talon looked at him, a combination of fear and anger in his eyes, he tossed up a small gold coin. Talon instinctively caught it and glanced at it. “I, that's my grandfather's lucky coin!” he said, turning it over and over between his fingers, “How did you know?” His guest put his hands on his hips before putting on an irritated look. The discombobulation of the sofa led me to believe that the fragiderzation of the shiny coin was interfering with the bloobabadee of the leather in the sofa, the answer came as it was the most obvious thing in the world, All I had to do was recoordinate the falicombobulator and set it for the fragiderzation frequency of the coin... are you following? His question seemed to shake Talon out of whatever daze he was in in the midst of any and all “technobabble.” “Yeah, falcon ponchulator, got it,” Talon said as he sat down on the other spot on the couch, “But... why? Why me? Why now? I have so many things to ask you, if you really are my conscience...” Well I think you asked half the things you want to ask, and the rest I know anyway. Don't forget, I come from inside your head. And actually, I'm late because your mind is a labyrinth. Impossible to find where I'm going in that thing! The conscience, satisfied with himself, jumped up and did a flip, clapping at his deed with glee. And as to why I'm coming to you... he continued, putting on a serious face, You are this close to being lost to the darkness, mister. He held up two small fingers and spread them a centimeter apart, eyes widening to put emphasis to his point. I am here to help inspire you to make the choices that nobody else would face. And believe me, they're coming. You don't even see them yet, but you'll have to make some ugly choices. And when the time comes, you'll have to see yourself as the hero that you know you can be.” Talon's expression sobered up as he looked at the ground, almost in shame. “I don't know,” he said, uncertainty apparent in his every move, “What is going to come first?” First you have to get past this 'Christian' fellow, the answer came as he removed the top hat and inspected it closely, He thinks that he's talking to God... well, just between you and me, that's a bad joke. He's talking to his Id. You know, the little shoulder angels and the devils? Well, you're currently talking to your shoulder angel. He's talking to his shoulder devil in disguise. But don't tell him. That's one of the things you have to stop doing! “What is?” Talon asked, leaning forward as the little man put his hat back on and smiled. You have to stop doing things to make life difficult for people! he said, small beads of saliva coming from his mouth, This bit with the boy, Trenton, at first it was innocent and fun. Now... now, even I don't know what's going to happen, and I know everything. All I know, is that you better be ready for them. “Them being... Williams?” he asked, leaning back, “I wouldn't worry about him. He's a tool, and his beef's with Ross.” You don't think he will go through you to get to Ross? He will, you know, the conscience placed himself at the edge of the chair, And that Stevo guy? He'll try to get back into the main event, using your body as a battering ram. All the heat is on Alex Ross, but you're the one who's going to be bleeding because of it. Even if Christian doesn't take your blood away from you first. Suddenly his tone changed, and he once again became the curious little imp that had been running around earlier. As he bounced from couch to couch, throwing the remote control, TV Guides, and anything he could get his hands on, Talon ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “So... uh... conscience? What do I call you?” he asked, causing the little man to stop dead in his tracks. Don't you watch television much? he said, grinning, Well... silly, I suppose that you can call me Captain D! “How about... Mini D?” Talon asked, smiling and holding his hand out for him. He hopped on and twirled around on his little heel, spinning his cane around. That works too! he said, giggling to himself as he put his weight into the cane resting into Talon's palm, effectively stabbing him in the hand. It was then that Talon knew what he had gotten himself into. Edited by Talon, Jul 26 2008, 01:19 AM.
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