New York City - The Big Apple - The City of Dreams - if only it were as nice and quiet as it looked like from up here. TheMaskedMarvel, one of NYC's most iconic heroes, perched himself off of a gargoyle, staring down at the city from above - admiring how it looked like, and admiring how much it had done for him, how much had had given to him. If only it would last.
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"Move out of the way, you dumba**" an English criminal, dressed in a woollen mask and a thick coat and gloves, drove through the crowded traffic of NYC. He cut lights, he slammed and rammed into cars, maybe smashed into a metallic pole or too, but he kept on going. "I'm going to be rich, Mamma! Ha! Ha!" the man laughed. "Ain't no-body going to-" sirens wailing interrupted the man's singing. "Crap!" He stared into his side mirror, catching sight of 3 police cars driving behind his truck.
"Another potty mouth" the criminal could hear a voice.
"Huh? Who's there?" the criminal was baffled, not able to discern where he could hear the voice coming from.
"Tooth Fairy. Santa. Easter Bunny. Whatever you believe in, I'm left side at you" the almost childish voice said, and the criminal whipped his head to his right side, where the Masked Marvel was clinging on the left window. "Wind it down, please" The Masked Marvel asked kindly, tapping his finger twice on the windows, and so the criminal did, but not to let him in.
The criminal took out a gun, pointing it at Masked Marvel, his other hand being used to drive. "And you didn't even take the safety off" The Masked Marvel reached for the gun, tightening his grip around it. "You- get your hands off my baby!" The criminal cried.
"I please, no need to cry. Let me tell you a joke to lighten up the mood" they were both wrestling for the gun, but The Masked Marvel was restraining himself a ton. "Um... let's see, let me see- oh, I got one. t was Christmas and the judge was in a merry mood as he asked the prisoner, "What are you charged with?" "Doing my Christmas shopping early," replied the defendant. "That's no offense," said the judge. "How early were you doing this shopping?" "Before the store opened," countered the prisoner. Funny, right?"
"The only thing funny is this gun up your!-"
"Up my what?" The Masked Marvel fired his web blaster on the barrel of the gun.
"Up your-"
TheMaskedMarvel, now having had enough fun, bounces back and outside of the window, firing a web strand from his blaster that connects to the roof of the truck, pulling himself forward and landing on the top. "You idiot!" The Criminal shouted, as The Marvel was still devising a method. "Okay... um..." he said to himself, clinging onto the roof. "Got it!"
The Masked Marvel's hands tore through the roof, clutching the steering wheel, and wheeling it to the side of the road. "Hey!" The criminal struggled to resist, as they reached the side of the road, and the Masked Marvel tore the steering wheel off.
"Err!" The English criminal, now pissed, grabbed his rifle, holding it tightly in his hand and making his way outside of the van, aiming his rifle at The Masked Marvel, who is on top, and he fires continuously, but all the bullet's miss by an inch as The Marvel doges all of them. "Woah! Woah! Woah! Slow down there, you're not getting me. Nah uh" The Masked Marvel jumped off of the van, aiming his two feet at the criminal, slamming into and landing on him, knocking him to the ground.
"That wasn't to hard was it" police cars begun to close in, and The Masked Marvel webbed the criminal up. "I'll see you on the other side of town, okay" The Masked Marvel walked off. "I love you, don't hate me!" He joked, swinging off.
"MARVEEEELLLLL!!!!!!" The criminal screamed hopelessly, as The Masked Marvel swung high. It's just what I do.
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