Part II - Child of might
A few streets away stood the towering Cecil building commonly called the Black Monolith, it was the tallest building locally. It had acquired it’s name because it could only be described as…well as a black monolith, and people in the suburban areas of Hell seemed to lack a little something called imagination. This was the headquarters of Pergamon, one of several large accounting firms in the city. And within it, in his own office sat Alexander Killerofman.
As he watched the light show and listened to the rolling thunder in the distance, he was reminded of the strange incident that had occured back in his family’s earlier life. Of course when your in hell strange incidents happened all the time. But this was extraordinary, so much so that he never spoke of it ever again to anyone, not revealling what really happened to his daughter and his sons, not even to his own wife. He felt that if it was known the whole universe would find out and try to rearrange things but in the process end up collapsing in on itself. This was not an outcome he wanted to eventuate.
Alex was a young man on the make. At the time he was in his early twenties, his wife Kirstie was pregnant with their third child, which he had only been married to for several years, and had already produced two sons. Two year old Simon Matthew Killerofman, and eleven month old Luke Ronald Killerofman. Alex and Kirstie had left Simon with the grandparents for the afternoon, while they strolled Luke around as they shopped for groceries.
Suddenly they were being attacked by hapless crooks who had no idea what cruelty lay in wait for them in the very near future. They appeared from the shadows, cloaked in black, and weilded guns. One of them, perhaps the leader, snarled his fangs at the young couple. Kirstie screamed, and Alex, with no thought for self preservation but the protection of his family, lunged at the cloaked crooks.
“Grraaahh!” he bellowed.
He managed to topple one of them, who was not unlike an oversized gorilla. Falling on top of the blood red coloured pram which contained the infant Luke. As Alex made for another charge at their attackers, he was along with his wife hit by the butt of a gun, knocking both of them out cold.
“Ooomph,” gasped Alex and Kirstie as they hit the ground.
“You’re a fiery one aren’tcha,” said the shadowman holding the gun, every word laced with malice, “well I’ve got news for you, you’re no hero.”
From this point on Alex found it hard to distinguish reality from his imagination in regards to the scene that would unfold before him. Because before he drifted into unconsciousness he thought his son arosed, from beneath the gorilla-like attacker, whose body was flunged into the air like a rag doll as if thrown by a powerful and almighty force.
Dumbfounded the band of shadowmen stood momentarily on the spot, like rabbits caught suddenly in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle after a night of bouncing around happily with wild abandon. Panick creeped in.
“What the fuck was that?” said a shadowman.
They started firing their modified state of the art tommy guns. Usually when you’re a standing target and being fired at by a constant volley of blazing bullets, you’d know when to stop and instantly drop dead. It was an in built certainty of the universe, even if you are in hell. The shadowmen crooks knew this, but unfortunately for them Luke wasn’t taking much notice, or worse thought the crooks he didn’t seem to want to know.
The child with clenched fists on hips and a mischievous little smile looked up at them apparently noticing them for the first time. Bullets stopped, not that the shadowmen had stopped firing, just that the bullets had literally stopped in mid air right in front of the infant. Then they started to spin. A moment later the bullets flew back in the opposite direction towards the would be crooks.
“Holy shit” cried a shadowman.
“Duck!” exclaimed another, as they all headed for cover just in time
Unlike his wife Kirstie who had drifted into unconsciousness, Alex was fighting the ache in his head. Just enough to see fiery brimstones and fireballs forming from out of the air before he joined his wife asleep with drowsiness. Like miniature suns being puffed out of existance only in reverse, and began orbiting around the baby boy as he advanced.
Alex drifted back into consciousness again and tried to take in the scene. Luke stood opposite the shadowmen, who were now huddled together like rats trapped in a corner. They were desperately thinking of a way out of this dangerous situation that they’ve got themselves into.
Several other thoughts also started to form which generally ran along the lines of:
- What in the hell is happening? It isn’t supposed to be like this, mugging other people should be easy. It shouldn’t be hampered by some little brat.
- May be if I hid behind this car or that garbage dumpster over there I wont be noticed, oh no I think he’s seen me.
- Aaaaarrgghhh!! and the one generally shared by most
- I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. Oh shit I’m going to die.
A People’s wagon started to float off the ground. Alex was rapped with wonder at the sight of his son coaxing gravity into none existance. But like rats who figh back when they are trapped in a corner with their lives in danger, one of the shadowmen fired his gun once again at the baby Luke. This time the bullets made contact. Penetrating through Luke’s small body as he was caught off gaurd totally enamoured by the floating vehicles.
“NNOOOoooo!” screamed his father from the ground.
The shadowmen quickly realised their mistake in getting his full attention once again. Because like liquid metal solidifying from the cold, blood began to disappear as it was sucked back into his small seemingly fragile body until all the wounds had healed up. And the bullets burst out from his skin dropping to the ground.
Luke turned towards them, sending the People’s wagon crashing into the dust inches away from their feet, rendering it useless as it fell apart into pieces. The shadowmen watched in horrified fascination as dark clouds gathered into a storm giant looming above the infant complete with forked lightning and rolling thunder. Oblivious to the fear he had instilled within them, his eyes began to glow into fire. His hands also became ablazed, as crackling miniature thunder bolts emerged from his fingertips.
But with enough wit left the shadowmen crooks rose to their feet and made an attempt to run for it. Alex would never forget the terrified expressions on their faces for the rest of his life, as they fled full pace away from his son. And always remembered the playful expression on his son, with a big grin on his face Luke was crawling on all fours on the ground once again. It surprised him, as his son was no longer the formidable fiery small storm god. He looked every bit like any ordinary mischievous little baby boy.
Back to the present Alex wondered, as he looked out through the glassy wall of his office at the full blown storm, why his son Luke had never displayed the same amazing powers ever again throughout his childhood. As if it had never existed, as if he was presently just a normal thirteen year old schoolboy. Displaying no powers just like his mother, older and younger brothers and younger sister and everyone else he knew. Even now Alex wasn’t sure himself if he hadn’t just imagined it all, and if his son truely displayed those amazing powers as an infant. Still it didn’t explain those violent storms whenever it seemed like he was throwing a tantrum as a baby.
Eventually Alex’s thought wondered to what his sons and daughter was doing now at school . . .
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