One after the other, giant robots were dropping to the ground,
defeated. Each fight ended with an epic explosion. I’ve never had this much
power before, the adrenaline that was pumping through my body was nothing like
I have ever experienced before.
I drew in a crowd
during a couple of my fights. They either saw the robot walking towards the
stadium that they were in or felt the ground shudder with each step it took.
They, for some reason, decided to venture outside and see what was going on for
themselves, which was an incredibly risky decision to make as they are
practically putting themselves in danger. Anything could happen and I just
wouldn’t be able to deal with someone getting injured or worse. I took it upon
myself to protect these people and so I shall, but it does make it hard to do
so when they are walking towards the battle area. However, as luck would have
it, they were spared from any danger and walked away with stories that would
stick with them for the rest of their lives. A couple of people took pictures
and videos of the battle that would most likely end up on any social media
website of some kind, and then some news network would catch wind of these
videos and they would showcase that in their reports as the investigation into
who I am continuing, but that’s all just a guess.
Some people were
actual reporters and tried to call me down for an interview, but I flew away
without comment before hopping back into the past to take on the next robot.
As another robot fell to its
knees in defeat, it blew my mind that I was the one that caused that to happen,
that I was gifted this watch that can grant me incredible powers that allow me
to do anything I want and that I have just destroyed several, incredibly
powerful robots that would easily be considered completely indestructible by
the world’s armies alike. I was saving this world and that made me happier than
I have ever been in my entire life. I have accomplished something that only
fictional people in films, TV shows and comic books get to do. I am living a
real life comic book story, and that felt awesome.
My body looked as
if it was brand new. Nothing was able to penetrate its tough skin, and even if
something actually managed to do so, its healing power kicked in and the cut
would seal up in a matter of seconds, resulting in a fresh patch of skin with
no scabs or scars.
I only had a
couple of robots to go before I could return to Sebastian and see the look of
horror on his face. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction to my having just
destroyed every single one of his giant, virtually unbeatable robots all at the
same time. If that doesn’t knock his confidence, then I don’t know what will.
I had two thoughts in my head,
one stronger than the other. The first was that Sebastian would see just how
powerful l really am and realise that he cannot beat me and so gives up, and
the second is him trying to attack me with something else. If that something
else is stronger, then I’ll just get stronger than it and defeat with ease just
as I have done with everything else he has chucked at me, but the question is:
What can he have that is stronger than these massive robots? I guess there is
only one way to find out, if that particular thought is true, that is.
I arrived at the
penultimate stadium. It had already arrived. I accelerated until I was hitting
my 1,000MPH limit and took out the robot the same way as I have done with every
other one that I’ve fought over the last fifteen minutes, straight through its
chest before turning back and punching another one through its stomach, before
taking it out completely.
A group of people was standing in
the car park. They realised that they had better get going and so they ran
towards their cars, climbed in and drove off as fast as they could. There was
only one person left, a woman who, due to her hurried mannerisms, she was
making mistake after mistake and as the robot fell to its knees, I knew it would
land straight onto this her car, and subsequently that person as well. I flew
towards her as fast as I could. The world around me came to a standstill as I
neared the frightened woman. I managed to land on the ground, pick her up and
fly away to safety all before the robot’s knee squashed the car into a pancake.
I came to a
gentle stop before settling her back down onto the ground. Behind me, the robot
was engulfed in a fire ball that rivalled that of its predecessors. My back was
turned towards it in order to protect this woman from any bits of stray metal
that managed to break free and also the heat. She hugged me for safety and
after it had all died down and I was satisfied that she wouldn’t be in any more
danger, I let go of her. We looked at each other in the eyes. She had seen my
identity. I knew I should have covered my face somehow, but I didn’t think it
was necessary considering that I was high up in the air and moving at speeds no
camera would be able to pick up any facial features. The woman I had saved had
brunette hair and blue eyes, a round face and red cheeks. She was out of breath
and as she calmed down, her terrified look slowly morphed into a grateful one
and she smiled her thanks, for she couldn’t form the necessary words to say it
properly.
‘Do me a favour,’
I said calmly. She just nodded for she was still recovering.
‘Don’t tell them
who I am,’ I said. She nodded again. The look in her eyes proved that she meant
it and I believed her. I backed away from her and smiled before flying into the
air, turning my back and zooming away before moving on to the final fight.
TO BE CONTINUED..
Thanks for reading
Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)
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