Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A Little Distressed

The night was young, and Dean was mounted in his usual spot in the tree of the center of the town park. He tried to focus on watching the citizens roam among the delapitated scene, but the stress of his marriage depressed upon him.
There wasn't much excitement that night. He saw an old man struggling with his cane to walk around the perimeter of the park, a stray dog sniffing around for a place to micturate, and a young waitress walking home from work.
He sat in the tree for twenty minutes thinking about Sarah. He hoped and prayed for an answer for his problems. But lately it seemed that God had drifted further and further away from him to the point where he could no longer identify between the voice of God and the voice of the Devil.
"If I give up Knight Phoenix I have a normal relationship with Sarah." He said to himself, "But the gangs of Silver City will quickly take control over the law. But, if Knight Phoenix lives on then I can never really be with Sarah." These thoughts rang through his head over and over.
He lost track of time then realized there was a young "hoodlum" mugging the old man with the cane. Dean leaped into the sky and flew over the two men in their struggle. But his mind was still on his wife. He flew down in a swift motion and threw a strong punch into the younger man's face, who fell to the floor, unconscious. He escorted the old man home, then retreated to his own house.
When he got home, he found Sarah asleep in a chair with a copy of Escape from the Modern Life by Max Lucado laying open on her lap. Dean picked up the book and set it down on a table next to the chair. He picked up Sarah, carried her to their room and rested her on their bed. He changed her into her pajamas and tucked her in. He kissed her on her forehead and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Dean walked out into the living room and looked at his bookshelf. There he found his old, dusty, black Bible. He opened it to where it was marked; Mark 10, He read until he met with a verse that stuck in his head.

Mark 10: 8-9
and the two become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate.

"Let man not separate" the words rang in his head. "Knight Phoenix is killing our marriage." he said to himself, "So I must kill Knight Phoenix." He closed the book, and buried his face in his hands.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Gambling: The Sport of the Weak Man

Kenneth Johnson was a cripple. He received pity from strangers, resentment from his family and friends. His furious and prideful attitude turned others away from him. He was all alone in the world. No one loved him. No one cared about him. If he died, he would be the only one at the funeral. But today his life would change. For the first time in his life, he would walk again.

Kenneth sat in the black car, staring out the dark, tinted windows watching the pouring rain run down the glass. He knew this would happen eventually. His father always told him, "Gambling is a weak man's sport, Kenny." His father's words ran through Kenneth's head. But what did his father know, he was a drunken asshole. The large man sitting next to Kenneth frightened him. He wore a blue sports coat, and black dockers. The man had large, bulky hands that could strangle a lion. He had no hair to cover his protruding forehead which showed off a jagged scar running from the top right corner of his hairline to the corner of his left eye. He had blue eyes that would not remove their cold gaze from Kenneth's frightened face. Those blue eyes pierced into Kenneth's soul. They were unbearable.

The car came to a halt. The large man stepped out of the car and slammed the door. He walked around to the trunk of the car. Kenneth remained in his seat, watching him from the inside of the car. He saw the man open the trunk and pull out Kenneth's wheelchair. He pushed the wheelchair up to Kenneth's door, which he opened and pulled Kenneth into the chair.

They were at an old warehouse that looked to have been closed down for years. The large man walked up to the tall doors and opened them. Kenneth was pushed inside. Not by the large man, but by another man; The Driver.

There was nothing in the warehouse but two men holding AK-47s in their arms surrounding an empty chair in the middle of room. He was pushed into the center of the room facing the chair. Then the driver and the large man stepped away from Kenneth and faced the other two men on the opposite side of the room. He sat in silence for about thirty seconds when the doors that he had entered through opened again. He heard footsteps walking toward him. They stopped when they were directly behind him.

"Hello Kenny." a dark, hoarse voice whispered into his ear. Chills ran down his spine. A tall man with grey hair and wrinkles came from around from behind him.

"Johnny!" Kenneth said, "listen, Johnny, please! I just need some more time! Please just a little more time!"

"Shut up!" The man yelled, "Do you know what would happen to us if we gave you more time? Huh? All the other Low-life scumbags that can't pay their tax payment once a month are gonna come crying to me-like you are now- begging me for just a little more time. And I would have to give it to 'em, because I was so generous to you."

"Please, Johnny, please! I've got nothing left, please!"

"Good, then you have nothing to lose." Johnny looked at the Large Man and nodded. Kenneth felt an acrimonious pain in his neck. His head was held steady by the Large Man's colossal hand. "You know, guns are are so messy, so unethical, so... traceable." a small, vacant syringe was thrown on the floor in front of him. "So," Johnny continued, "we like to use this chemical. We call it Venom. It was created by a scientist who was trying to find the cure for cancer. Uh, Riggs, I think his name was. Henry Riggs. Looks like he discovered the opposite of what he was looking for. It takes five minutes to kill you. With a fair dosage. Now, Kenny. You've got five minutes left on this Earth. Anything you wanna get off your chest?"

"I-" Kenneth tried to speak, but the words couldn't escape his mouth, "I- I want-"

A man ran into the room from behind Kenneth and yelled, "Johnny! It's the police!"

Johnny cursed, "What are they doing here?"

"I don't know," the man said, "I think someone tipped 'em off!"

Johnny turned to Kenneth, then to his men,"Put him in the freezer!" Immediately, Kenneth was pulled out of his chair and dragged across the room. He was carried over to a thick metal door. A man holding an AK-47 opened the door, and Kenneth was thrown into a cold, icy fridge. As he lay on the raw, frosted floor he heard the door that entered into the warehouse open, and instantly, there was gunfire. The Large Man stood at the entrance of the fridge. He turned around and was slugged in the chest by a piercing, metal bullet. he fell backwards into the fridge and pulled himself up to the handle of the door and slammed it closed, locking him and Kenneth inside He Reached up toward the frion and grasped onto it with his big, beefy hands. He tried to pull himself up, but the frion broke off the wall, and the pipe it was attached to started to release icy, cold air. The Large Man screamed, his arm was completely frozen. he fell to the ground rolling around in pain. this was the last sight Kenneth saw before falling into blackness.

Kenneth awoke in the freezer. He was amazed that he was alive. But something was wrong. He wasn't cold. In fact, he was warm. he looked up to see the broken pipe still filtering out the cold air. He looked at the ground. The Large Man was perfectly frozen. Kenneth looked at his hands. They were an icy blue. He bent his fingers. They were still flexible. He stood up. His legs worked! He didn't know how, nor did he care. This was going to be the best day of his life. But first, he had to get out of the overwhelming heat of the freezer.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Next Morning

Knight Phoenix awoke the next morning and looked up. His wife, Sarah was sitting at the foot of the bed staring at the TV. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. She had light, brown hair and blue eyes.

“’Morning” he said to her as he yawned

“Hey.” She replied. There was something wrong with her. He could tell.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This.” She said as she pointed to the television.

He looked at the TV. It was the news. He listened:

This mysterious Knight Phoenix has put another two criminals behind bars last night. However, that’s not all he did. Our sources tell us that he dropped one of the criminals from the sky and broke his femur. He also set the other criminal on fire. So is this masked vigilante any better than the criminals he’s catching? We will have more coming up on this “Angel of Fire” after this break.

Sarah switched off the TV. The two of them sat in silence for just a moment.

“This is not okay.” Sarah said to him, “What did we talk about?”

“Look.” He said, “I had no choice, the guy had a gun… he pointed it at me! Have you ever had a gun pointed in your face?” He was starting to yell.

“No Dean!” she yelled, “I’ve never had a gun pointed in my face! But, it sure makes me feel pretty good knowing that my husband is going out every night in the dark and risking his life for no reason!”
“No reason?!” He yelled back, “I am cleaning up these streets every day. Getting rid of the scum that rule this town! Do you want our children to grow up in this Hell hole?!”

“I won’t have your kids if you keep going out every night like this!” She yelled. She was in tears now.

“What do you want from me, Sarah?” he asked

“I want a husband, Dean. Not a super hero.” She replied

“Well, I’m sorry.” He said, “But this is who I am, and I wouldn’t get rid of it for anyone.”

Sarah fell completely into tears. She put her hands over her eyes and ran out of the room, sobbing.

Dean cursed, He bowed his head and closed his eyes.

Dean got up and put on his grey suit, and walked into the kitchen where he found Sarah sitting with a mug of coffee that said “World’s Best Wife” on it. She had her hands over her face and was in tears. Dean walked over to her, and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Hey…” he said in a comforting whisper, “I’m sorry… You deserve so much more than this… And I’m sorry that I’ve been such a bad husband to you…”

He knelt down so that their eyes were at level with one another.

“You are the most wonderful woman in the world.” He said as he brushed her hair out of her face, “And you deserve a man that is willing to set aside everything he has planned for himself, so that he can be there for you. I’m done. I’m done being a super hero. It seams that I’m not helping anyone… Not the police, Not the city, Not our marriage… From now on, Knight Phoenix is dead.”

Sarah looked up at him. “No.” she said to him, “No… Knight Phoenix needs to stay. You have been more helpful than any six police officers… You are a super hero. And you can’t escape it.”

“Sarah, there are other heroes like X-Ray, and Bolt, and Kyle, an-“

“No!” She replied, “No, you need to do this!”

Saturday, September 19, 2009

A Knight on the Town

It was a dark night. The cold, empty park was trashed just as the rest of the city was. Within this park was a tall tree and from the top of the tree, you could see every piece of garbage that lay in the area. A dark figure sat in the tree watching carefully over the park.

A short man wearing a black fedora and a tan trench coat walked to the middle of the park and sat down on a bench near the tree. He removed his hat showing his bald head, wiped sweat away from his forehead and placed the hat back on his head. He looked to be about in his forties. Another man walked into the park. He was tall and had light brown hair. He was wearing a black trench coat. The tall man pulled out from his coat pocket a small plastic bag filled with a white powdery substance.

“Where’s the money?” the tall man asked

“Right here.” The shorter man replied as he pulled out a roll of money rapped in a rubber band from his coat pocket and handed it to the tall man. “Now give me the stuff!” he ordered.

“Wait…” The tall man said, “I gotta count the money first.” He removed the rubber band and flipped through the bills. “I can’t see a damned thing without any light.

"I got a light!” The Dark Figure yelled to them from above as he dove down and unleashed his firey wings from his back.

"It's Him!” the short man yelled as he ran away, “Run!”

The tall man turned to run, but The Dark Figure swooped down, picked up the tall man, and flew about fifty feet into the sky.

"Not so fast!” The Dark Figure said.

The man quickly pulled out from his coat pocket a gun, and pointed it at the dark figure’s chest.

"Let me go!” the tall man ordered.

“Fine.” The dark figure replied.

He let go of the man and let him drop to the ground. There was a large CRACK when the man hit the ground. His femur snapped and he passed out.

The Dark Figure then flew after the short man and threw a great ball of fire at his legs. The fire ball hit the short man’s legs and set his pants on fire. The Dark figure swooped down and tore the man’s pants off and punched him in the face and knocked him out. He then stomped on the man’s pants until the fire went out.

He grabbed both of the men, and flew them to the hospital. He carried the two men inside the hospital and set them on a desk and left a note in an envelope that on the outside read:


The nurse ran away from the counter into another room, and then reappeared with a doctor to find the dark figure gone. The doctor picked up the envelope and opened it. The note read:

Dear Dr. Miguel Francis,

As you can see, I have caught another two criminals. One a drug dealer, the other a drug abuser. The tall one is the dealer. As you will see, the tall one has a broken femur… He took quite a fall. I am requesting that you call the police right now, then begin to work on the criminal… He deserves to suffer. This one pulled a gun on me. I have taken your request into consideration. However, I was unable to stop this criminal without doing some damage to his body. The smaller one has suffered some burn injuries to his right leg. You've probably already noticed this due to the fact that he has on no pants … I’m sorry I could not stay to talk to you tonight, but I have a very important date with my wife, and I am already late…

Always a pleasure,

Knight Phoenix