Timmy created a bomb in his hand and threw it down at his knee. Agony filled his voice, which turned hoarse from his screams. He squirmed on the ground as he wailed, forcing his flesh torn stump into the air. Bone was exposed and blood spurted out of the massive gaping wound. Forcing his will to be iron, he concentrated and quickly created fire from the swirling Drive energy to sear the wound. Multiple times he nearly passed out from the pain, but he forced himself to stay conscious. With the bleeding stopped, he created bandages over the burn and then created a wooden peg leg.
By now the smoke was starting to clear, the cloaked girl was starting to stand, and Timmy was on the ground flickering between conscious and unconscious. Seeing the wooden peg leg, the man in white was slightly impressed at this terrorist’s willpower. He studied Timmy curiously as he struggled to stand on his new prosthetic; with much effort. For Timmy, the world was in double vision as police cars, fire trucks, and a news van pulled in nearby. All he could do was stare in disbelief.
Acting fast, Timmy hobbled towards the cloaked girl as the news van doors were flung open. A smug looking man with curly hair stepped out of the van.
“FOLKS WE’VE FOLLOWED CROSS TO THE SITE OF A CREATE TERRORIST! AND LOOK!” He pointed to the man in white, “THERE’S GENERAL DREG, THE NORTH CROSS COMPASS! ALSO KNOWN AS THE UNDEFEATED! ONE OF THE FEW CREATE USERS STRONG ENOUGH TO DESTROY THE WORLD!”
Dreg turned his head towards the reporters and scowled. They backed up in fear.
“Fuck.” Dreg thought, “Medusa is going to kill me.”
He leaned onto the ledge and rested his arm above his knee.
“I got too caught up in the fight. I knew I was bored, but to make such a mistake… Disgraceful.” He thought, “Time to end this”.
Simultaneously, when the reporters began to talk, Timmy hobbled over to the cloaked girl. She was on guard, but he looked like a newborn deer. Swirling energy appeared next to her and she got out of the way… Only to see Timmy had created a pile of bricks nearby.
“I’m gonna use all my Drive for one last move.” Timmy said, “If you don’t move, then hopefully these bricks will take some of the pressure off.”
“What? What are you-”
Suddenly she was slammed down by something. A massive ceramic like substance, like hardened clay. The cloaked girl couldn’t see it, but Dreg and the reporter could. It was the base of a massive bomb, and it was being created rapidly. This explosive filled the entire town square, and was about three stories high. In comparison, the crows in the sky looked like ants. Unsure of what was pinning her down, the cloaked girl tried to escape, but she was completely restrained.
"Magnesium powder and potassium nitrate." Timmy said.
He made a finger gun, pointed at the gigantic fuse, and pretended to fire as the fuse ignited. Then he turned and hobbled away.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" She yelled.
Timmy didn’t even spare a glance back as he struggled to walk away.
“Away from the blast radius.”
The cloak girl slammed her fist into the ground. She pushed the dirt, try to squirm free, used all her might and effort. But she was trapped. Motionless. She punched the ground again, then laid her head down in despair.
“I thought I was stronger than this… At this rate, I’m still going nowhere. Its no different than when I was in that desert. Nothing… All I have is nothing… All I will have is nothing. I don’t want to be trapped in the nothing.” She muttered, “I don’t want to return to that desert… I would rather drown in the abyss, than live in that desert.”
The fuse went out of sight and into the bomb.
“Deal with the pain…Deal with the pain.” Timmy thought, “You’ve got to escape… You’ve got to.”
Each step throbbed. Each step sent a pulse through his brain, blurred his vision, and made his body feel like he was being burned alive. Timmy stumbled, and a little orange bottle fell out of his pocket. Freaking out, Timmy lunged towards the bottle and held it like his life depended on it. He stared at this bottle of heart medicine and tucked it back into his pocket with depressed exhaustion.
“All this…. All because I stole one little bottle.” He whispered “This is all my fault… I’m so sorry.”
There was a loud sound behind him. He turned around and could only watch in shock.
“No… Fucking… Way…”
Before him was Dreg, holding the massive three story bomb with one arm. However, Dreg’s arm started to shake as the bomb slowly lowered.
“T-that’s right… It’s impossible, there’s no way he could lift that.” Timmy said, “Its heavier than most houses…”
Dreg threw the bomb high into the air, at supersonic speeds, and it pierced the clouds instantly. Timmy was flabbergasted.
“MAKE SURE YOU GET THIS!” The reporter yelled.
Across the world, various people watched as this bomb rocketed into the air. A red headed girl, with a robotic left arm, stop tightening a screw as the news broadcast appeared on her convenience store TV. In a small village, inside a small home, a boy with white hair and a long scarf listened to the construction crew’s radio as it broadcasted this event. Inside a dark room a group of kids watched the bomb appear on the break room TV; all sat on a video game controller themed couch. A black girl with solid black eyes, a white girl with purple hair and yellow horns, a boy with orange hair and suspenders, and a black-haired boy with rectangular glasses and an aqua coat. Within a presidential office, a woman with green dreads and red circular glasses sat enraged as she saw the bomb on her laptop. Countless people witnessed the live broadcast of this building sized bomb as it flew high into the sky.
MoveCity 7th Anniversary - 1774, SEPT 21st, Wednesday.
On the worlds largest TV, roughly one-hundred million people watched as Dreg threw this massive bomb into the air. Then the channel suddenly changed to a cooking show, then to a football game, and finally onto a different camera. It showed the top of the TV, with an unoccupied standing microphone as the main focus. This TV, the largest of its kind, stood at a whooping 5000 ft, or 500 stories, tall. Almost as a joke, this behemoth TV had an equally large gold crown on top of it. Finally, it resided in the middle of a grand city that was surrounded by a vast desert to the north and west, ocean to the south, and mountain range to the east.
This city was so massive, that it could easily house a billion people. All around it’s diameter were various objects of a giant size, ranging from a few stories to the size of a mountain. From things like padlocks, to keys, arrows, signs, checker boards, pocket watches, screws, bolts, umbrellas, desk fans, and so many other mundane objects. The city was littered with dozens of random creations and each held varying beauty. The sky was no different, filled with so many blimps, hot-air balloons, and other various aircraft of diverse colors, that they all appeared like fireworks.
** COLOR THIS!!!
At the center of this city, at the top of the tv, hiding in the middle of the gold crown, was a castle. It was a large castle of about 100ft, or 10 stories, tall; although it was small when compared to the TV and crown. The castle entrance had a massive flight of stairs with three large staple shaped arches over them. At that exact moment, someone descended those very stairs. They arrived at the bottom and stood before the microphone stand being broadcasted. This person tapped the mic, causing a massive feedback loop that echoed across the city for a split second. With the sound check successful, he turned to the camera and his profile filled the screen of the gargantuan television.
“HEEEELLLLOOOO EVERYYOOOOOOONNNEEE!!!” He said, “IT IS I, THE MILKMAN! AND WELCOME TO MOVECITY’S SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY!”
This person, as he stated, was dressed like an old 1950’s era milkman with one exception. His entire head was surrounded by a giant upside-down glass milk bottle. This helmet had mini milk-bottles shaped eyes and an entire milk bottle for a nose. Even the buttons on his clothes were milk bottle themed. His skin color, which could only be seen on his hands and barely through his helmet, was a pale white with a blue tint; perfectly complementing the milk like appearance. His outfit was so sparkling clean that during the desert day it hurt ones eyes to stare at. As he spoke, he raised his hand to block the sun and stare out beyond the southern horizon.
“THERE HE IS EVERYONE!” He shouted “THE SUPERHERO WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!”
Out in the distance, in the ocean, was some sort of rapidly approaching massive sea creature.
“SIPPING SOME TEA!”
“HEAD-LOCKING A CHAINSAW BEAR!”
“DANCING TO DANCE DANCE DIE!”
“AND DOING ALL THIS WITHOUT LOSING BALANCE ON THE MONSTROUS FIRE-BREATHING MEGALODON!”
“OUR GLORIOUS LEADER!”
“MAYOR-KING OF MOVECITY!”
Milkman took in a deep breath
“RAPTORMAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!!!!!!!”
A green blur shot off the approaching fire-spewing shark, like a streak of emerald lightning, it traversed the massive desert city and in a single heroic jump, it leaped over the Crowned TV. The time it took to traverse such a distance was nearly instantaneous; it was impossible to track with the eye. Yet there this figure stood. Hand on his hips, yellow arrow-shaped cape fluttering in the wind, a green mayor hat with gold crown floating above his head, and posing like a hero in his red super suit with green boots; that ended in yellow tips. This green raptor-humanoid stood there statuesque, radiating an aura of such strength, that it felt like he could carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
The crowd roared and cheered. There was praise and criticism, hoorays and boos, various noises positive and negative, but none so great or loud as the screams of kids watching.
“RAPTORMAN!”
“RAPTORMAN!”
“RAPTORMAN!”
The city chanted and shouted. He walked towards Milkman, who moved away with stars in his milk bottle eyes and admiration on his face.
“PEOPLE OF MOVECITY!” Raptorman said, “OR SHOULD I SAY THE CROSS CIVILIAN CITY? HAH!”
As he spoke, a female police chief sat at her desk; she was about forty. It was covered with various papers that detailed missing people reports and organized crime out in the desert. She had dark skin, dreads on half of her head, and was shaved on the other half. Nearby was a glacial pick and she sipped some coffee while she stared angrily at the giant TV past the blinds of her window. Outside her office was a young teen, about fourteen, with red violet hair and an eyepatch on her left eye. She held hands with a younger girl, about eleven, whose left face was horrendously disfigured with burn scars.
“WE GATHER ROUND, ON THIS GLORIOUS DAY” Raptorman continued.
In a nearby hotel floated a robot shaped like a eighth note with a floating line for a mouth; yet no nose. He wore a top hat with a music staff wrapped around it’s diameter. He watched the TV with slight interest, and a subtle despondence, while handing some keys to a guest.
“TO REMEMBER WHAT IT MEANS”
Next to Raptorman and Milkman, a new woman approached. She had grey skin, eyes that looked like pie with a slice missing, and wore bright yellow construction overalls, a yellow construction hat with music notes on each side, and a black and white horizontally stripped shirt.
“TO HAVE OUR FREEDOM!”
Raptorman grabbed the mic and brought it close to his face.
“Not everyone came to our beautiful city of their own free will. Cross has forced a lot of people to move here. Cross has forced a lot of families to be separated.”
Raptorman’s grip on the mic tightened, bending the metal.
“BUT FEAR NOT, FELLOW CREATE USERS! FOR HERE! YOU ARE FREE TO BE WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO!” He said, “We may be trapped on this prison island, the Create Continent… But HERE, in MoveCity, we are FREE!”
He paused, then slightly lowered his head.
“We are all aware, that absolute freedom brings chaos. I’ve noticed the tension rising. The constant civil disputes.” He said, “People arguing between freedom or safety.”
There was a murmur from the city below as he paused again.
“I understand, that some of you want to feel safe by establishing law.” He said, “BUT, is it not because of LAW that so many of us were ripped away from our homes? From our loved ones?”
The crowd below started to get loud with agitation. Raptorman waited for them to calm down a bit before he spoke again.
“This is the ONLY place in the world… Where one can be offered absolute freedom.” He paused, “Ask yourself this… Is the safety of the few, worth the freedom of the many?”
Raptorman’s head shot back up.
“Enough depressing talk,” He shouted, “THIS IS OUR ANNIVERSARY, OUR FREEDOM, OUR LIVES! SO LETS ENOY WHAT TIME WE HAVE LEFT TO THE FULLEST!”
He kicked the microphone stand off the giant television and inhaled a great amount of air.
“WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY, LET THE FESTIVITIES BEGIN!”
His voice rumbled across the city square. With a tilt of her head, the nearby construction girl glared towards the milkman.
“CUT THE ROPE, MILK BOY!”
Already holding giant comedic scissors, he turned towards her.
“Madam Melody,” His eyes went in two different directions, “its milk MAN!”
The blades slammed shut and a massive rope holding down thousands upon thousands of balloons was cut. They flew above the crown on the giant TV and filled the sky. Quickly they intermingled with the various blimps and hot air balloons that filled the desert city. Filling the sky with colors the likes if which couldn’t been seen in even the deepest cosmos.
These balloons had countless different styles and shapes. Stars, teddy bears, hearts, and even a shark with functioning speakers that played I’LL EAT YOU over and over again. It just so happened that this particular shark balloon floated up next to a blimp titled VENNY’S BLIMP TOURS AND RAD’S NEWS CHANNEL. Inside was a little twine doll hanging from its arm and the string that came out of it; tied around a little submarine like scope. It seemed to mimic the girl with an eyepatch who sat in the police station.
The doll was jabbed by the finger of a girl with bright pink hair who appeared to be sixteen. She smiled at the doll, as her massive magenta scorpion tail twitched side to side; a white skull tattoo on the stinger. Suddenly, the shark balloon floated up in front of the windows just as the speakers repeated the phrase I’LL EAT YOU!
The girl screamed in terror. Accidentally stinging herself in the process.
A moment later a black man, who appeared to be seventeen, with rectangular glasses, and in a blue hoodie of a cat creature with big eyes appeared. He sighed upon seeing the passed out pink hair girl; not noticing the shark that had flown away.
“Again Venny… really?” He chuckled, “June was right. Barely one year with that thing and you stung yourself again?”
“Verrblaghger gaggle blargg”
“Yes… Vurr blag gag blarg.” He said, “Proud of you.”
He sat down next to her.
“I may need a honey badger mutation cause of your venom.”
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