Sunday, February 25, 2007

my story!
HEROES & VILLIANS
“ You okay, boss?”
“ Yeah.. Yes-yes I’m fine”
( Comedian had in fact been away – a trip to Ireland to see his mother)
Good god, Comedian thought, how long has Sidney been his henchman? Years, wait, now decades. Maybe somewhere around 20 years. Maybe more. Back then they were small time crooks, merely robbing banks and whatnot. That was before he was pinned as one of those “supervillians”. But now, his reputation earned him the honor of being super heroes adversaries’. Even though his real name was Komerdie, the press had somehow decided to call him “Comedian”( a tribute to his uncanny skills at plotting master plans) . The press has been known for it’s fastidiousness. As it were, Comedian’s “territory” was the lovely city of San Francisco, witch is protected by various super heroes.
There are just to many of….”them” around these days, Comedian thought to himself, as he sat down with his minions, as well as other villains, who had gathered on his rooftop for this month’s gathering. Every month, they get together to plot some evil scheme. Villains from around the world sometimes visit, like Dr. Chang for instance. Then, he heard some commotion down on the street bellow, he got up, when he then saw it. The figure was dressed in green, with a cape that flew behind, stretched out in the air. That meant it was probably Captain Chlorophyll, or Grassman, as he was more regularly called. The Comedian smiled at the audacious use of the name, coined by a one-time veteran of the streets who had been caught peddling mind-expanding drugs out of a Hells Kitchen basement. The boy, hardly out of his teens, had called to the smug Captain Chlorophyll as he was being marched away into the holding cells.
“hey, you all green,” the boy had shouted. “ You ain’t nothing, man. You just a grassman.” After that, the green-clad flying wonder had started referring to himself by the new nickname….but that was heroes for you. To them, nothing is sacred.
The figure swung around a few buildings, watching the people pointing at the sky, waving. Hey Captain Chlorophyll! They called.
And other inanities dreamed up by the small people trying to make something of their small lives. Just like the stars of the Celluloid adventures that played the local theaters, the heroes were considered the property of all public. All the gossip magazines were filled with stories of who was dating whom, and the inevitable revelations of infidelity, same-sex relationships, and abuse were the order of the day.
The Comedian heard footsteps behind him. Without turning around, he said, “ how does he fly? You ever stop to wonder about that?”
“ Who boss?” Sidney asked, waiting for an appropriate moment.
“ The good Captain Chlorophyll” The Comedian turned around and leaned against the wall. “ I mean” he said, hands thrust deep into his pockets, “ he has no wings, no jet boosted rocket pack….how does he do it?”
Sidney shrugged. “Pills?”
The Comedian scowled and jigged his head side to side. “ Maybe. Everyone’s on something these days.”
Then, muted voices from the street below caused Comedian to turn around (again), just in time to see a green-clad figure descend onto the roof, its cloak billowing out behind it.
Comedian thrust his hands back in his trouser pockets. “ Captain Chlorophyll,” he said, effecting a small bow. “To what do my friends and I owe the pleasure of seeing you?”
“Cut the crap, Comedian,” the hero rasped. “ You’ve been away.”
“I’ve been away.”
“And now your back”
Comedian clapped his hands once. “ Bravo, my dear Kapitan. Your powers of observation are quite impressive.”
Chlorophyll jumped down from the small wall as Smolt (aka Sidney) and two others walked toward them. Comedian waved them back.
“Why does that fact give me cause for concern?”
Comedian shrugged and held out his hands. “Which particular fact: that I’ve been away or that I’m back?”
“ Your just as lurid as ever dummy. A new outfit?”
( A t-shirt and shorts wasn’t exactly his usual uniform)
Skellern(aka Dummy) nodded. “Just something I threw on”
Chlorophyll turned to Komerdie. “ I know something’s going on, Comedian, But, as you know, the Meredith Treaty prevents my using my powers to listen in on conversations or read any materials on your property-“ He turned to Skellern and Sidney. “- or those of your accomplices.”
“Friends” Komerdie corrected. “ they’re my friends.”
Chlorophyll grunted.

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