Super!(Part 1)
Matt was just a useless pizza boy, until his world was turned upside down!
“Gentlemen, welcome,” The Suit cupped his hands as he looked over his recruits proudly. “Today we become legends, today all of our hard work finally pays off and who knows — perhaps maybe tonight you'll actually get to see your families!”
The recruits laughed half-heartedly.
“Tell me gentlemen, how does it feel to know that your name will be forever pasted in the history books?” The Suit stood and waited for an answer that never came, “Jefferson! 15 years of your life have been dedicated to this project, what do you feel?”
“I feel we should switch the fucking thing on so that we can move on with our lives.” Nick Jefferson frowned, it was he who was the brains behind this operation, The Suit only funded it. And now look who was running it...
“Money over brains...” Nick muttered under his breath.
“A pleasure as always Jefferson,” The Suit continued, “Very well, Worthington! Get one of the egg heads to switch this 'fucking thing' on!” He turned back to the recruits, “Today welcomes in a new age, gentlemen...”
“A new age? The fuck is he on about?” Nick muttered to one of his colleagues.
“He sure likes calling us 'Gentlemen',” was the only response he could get.
The Suit's eyes widened, “My age...”
“Hello Sir, here's your pizza!”
“You're late,” replied the balding slob stood in the doorway.
Matt scratched the back of his head at a loss, “I got here as fast as I could, Sir.”
“Yeah well it's been 34 minutes, that means my pizza's free!” Spit flew into poor Matt's face as the slob scratched his unmentionables.
“But... but... Sir, I'm afraid we don't run that policy...” Matt stuttered, as he often did — he wasn't good with confrontation.
“Yeah well,” the slob reached into the pocket of his open robe and pulled out a pistol, “I MAKE THE POLICIES NOW MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Shit! Shit! Okay here's your pizza...”
“And your wallet!”
“A....And my wallet...”
“And your car with the giant pizza slice on it!”
“But that's a company car...”
“YEAH WELL IT'S MY MOTHERFUCKING COMPANY CAR NOW MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Okay... okay.... I just...” Matt ran. Without looking back and with as little dignity possible.
Why did stuff like this always happen to him?
“You got robbed again?!”
Matt looked at the floor as his boss, Papa Pizza, shouted furiously at him.
“That's 57 pizzas and 4 company cars you loose me now!”
Matt tried to hold back the tears; he had already lost enough dignity tonight.
“That's it, if you lose even one more slice of pepperoni, you'll be out of here faster than you can say cheese!”
“O...o....okay M...M....Mr Pizza...”
“Damn, it take you big time to say anything! But I will still fire your sorry ass!”
“Yes Mr. Pizza...”
“Okay. I have one last delivery for you to make tonight, don't fuck it up!”
Matt clambered off of the children's bike he had acquired cautiously, desperately trying to prevent himself from damaging the pizza. He was a mess of a man; twenty years of age, average height, alarmingly thin, with greasy hair and an untamed beard, or as close to a beard as he could possibly grow (which wasn't much).
“One day I'll be running my own business and then... then I'll get all the girls and the money...” Matt daydreamed aimlessly as he knocked on the door of the warehouse.
“Who's that!?” The Suit turned towards the door in fear.
“Ah yes, that must be the pizza!” One of the elder recruits, Quinton, exclaimed.
“The pizza?!” The Suit shouted angrily, “Who the hell ordered Pizza? This is a big, serious event here!”
“I did Sir,” Nick replied, “You know... to test the machine?”
“Ah yes, that... I'm sorry old friend but me and a few of the eggheads decided to change the specs of the machine a little.”
“What do you mean?” Nick gritted his teeth. “Does it still permanently preserve food and make it bigger so that we can help feed the world?”
“Oh. Oh no, not at all Jefferson. You see, that was all far to boring...”
“What have you done?” Nick clenched his fists as Quinton approached the door.
“Oh you'll see...”
“Hi Papa Pizzas, here's your pizza!” Matt spoke surprisingly confidently whilst somehow managing to not notice the gathering and the 20ft machine stood behind the man answering the door.
“Oh ummm... thanks, Kid...” Quinton smiled, pretending not to be concerned by the goings-on behind him.
“Enjoy your pizza!” Matt waved as he walked back to his already stolen bike. “What a nice old man,” he wondered to himself, “I wonder what he's doing in an old abandoned warehouse...”
“Right,” The Suit stood to attention and pointed at several of the recruits, “You go turn on the machine, you go fetch me that pizza — I'm hungry, and you go kill the boy.”
“Kill... the boy?” Nick raised his eyebrow.
“He knows too much!”
Quinton looked on in horror, “but boss he barely even looked insi-”
“I SAID KILL HIM!”
“Very well...” Answered Alan, the recruit The Suit had asked to carry out the process.
Nick watched on, astounded at how submissive the middle aged man with a wife and two kids had become. “Suit. Tell me, what have you done?”
“Remember when I told you we'd become legends?”
Nick and his fellows nodded.
“Well I was wrong. Tonight, we become Gods!”
Matt turned around to see the windows of the warehouse glow as the building rocked on it's foundations.
“What the-?” He decided to go back and check that the old man was alright.
“Excuse me Sir, excuse me, are you okay?” He yelled at the warehouse as it's glow started to fade.
He then noticed a figure walk out of the door, except it wasn't the old man. Infact, it barely even looked human...
It had a phone in one hand, held up against its ear, and a gun in the other — pointing in Matt's direction.
Matt stepped back anxiously, why did stuff like this always happen to him?
“Yeah hi honey,” the thing spoke, “It's Alan, I'll be home a little late from the office tonight, I've just got to finish a little paperwork.” Alan the thing shook his gun around as if to tell Matt not to move. “Yeah alright baby, I'll see you tonight.” He made a few kissy sounds into the phone before hanging up and grasping the gun with both of his hands, “FREEZE PIZZA BOY!”
“W...w...what are you?” Matt gasped, looking upon his scaly features and large, razor sharp teeth.
“What do you mean what a-” Alan caught a glimpse of his torso and froze in horror.
Matt considered making a run for it but was petrified and now also at a stand-still.
“The fuck?” Alan examined himself, “I have a tail! Why do I have a tail? I'm a lizard! I'm a fucking liz-” The man/thing swooned to the ground in comical fashion before he could even finish his sentence.
After remaining motionless for a couple more minutes, Matt decided to check out the warehouse. After facing a dinosaur man with a gun and coming out of it without a scratch, Matt felt nothing but bravery.
One peek into warehouse and strange ideas popped into Matt's head. Inside was a mass of mutants smashing, dashing and prancing around.
“Gentlemen!” A suited man stood on a platform and silenced the unusual crowd, “I hope you all like your powers and I especially hope you are all eager to fight for my cause...”
“Yes Master!” They replied in unison.
“Good, then, wait — the pizza boy! Somebody KILL HIM!”
A large man made of rock placed nearest to the open doorway stood to attention and advanced on Matt, who felt every ounce of bravery drain from his body.
The rock man cornered him in the field outside of the warehouse and grinned.
“W...w...why are you made of rock?” Matt questioned in panic.
“Master give us powers, powers make us rulers of world!”
“Please, show a little mercy, I have a family. Well, a ferret.”
“Nighty night kid!” The rock man's eyes filled with insanity as he threw a nearby tractor on top of Matt.
Matt was awoken by a sharp ringing in his ear. He was surrounded by darkness and couldn't move, “Oh God they shut down my power again!” Matt grumbled before remembering the events from earlier.
He pondered for a while before resuming talking to himself a little more, “Am I under a tractor right now? Why aren't I dead? I think there's worms in my earsAAAAAAH!” Matt shot up in an instant and wiped his ears frantically. It took him a few seconds to notice the turned over tractor beside him.
“Did I just-?”
Matt looked down at his hands before bending down and grasping the heavy piece of machinery. And with a flick of the wrist, it was up and held over his head.
“No. Freaking. Way!”
“Matt why you not come back last night, why you no bring my daughter's bike home? YOU'RE FIRE-”
“No need Mr. Pizza, because I quit!”
“You what?!”
“You heard me, I said I quit!”
“But you can't leave, you need money, you need to pay for college.”
“I don't need money and I don't need college, Mr. Pizza.” Matt smugly grabbed a slice and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Why the hell not?!”
“Cos I'm a motherfucking superhero, bitch!”
Comments
WOW! A most unusual story.
Want to know more, please.
May Your Light Forever Shine
Interesting start...
But judging by the nature of this site and the tags, I'm guessing that further changes are afoot...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
True, but
it doesn't specify WHO becomes a bimbo, or whether it's permanent. :)
An interesting beginning
This was an interesting beginning. I'm curious to see where you go from here.
The waking world is but a dream.