Hydro-Gene: A mind-blowing battle
Hydro-Gene
Mr. Mind gazed up to see his short-term enemy boldly standing erect, teeth gritted and arms crossed. With ninja fury, Hydro-Gene slammed his foot against Mr. Mind's neck, and threw fast paced punches all over his body. To finish it off, Hydro-Gene dissolved into gas and loomed high above Mr. Mind head. Then, he regenerated solid, and bulldozed Mr. Mind's head to blood-ready asphalt. Mr. Mind groaned and raised his hand, pretending to retreat while actually summoning a telephone booth nearby. Hydro-Gene was taken aback as glass formed a cove around his head and pure metal nearly knocked him out. Hydro-Gene lay there motionless as Mr. Mind wrapped a lightning pole around his neck. Forget the citizens. First he had to save himself.
1 month earlier.....
"Mission control air board, Patrick here. I have to report some slight turbulence, no big deal. We are currently hovering over the mid Pacific ocean, and we shall be reaching our destination shortly." What felt like a mile backwards on the colossal motorized air plane, a man in a tidy suit and still-neat haircut named Ronan Debronsky sighed. After a cramped 17 hour flight, he would finally be arriving in the West-Indies as a nature guide, cataloging all of his findings in his trusty notebook. Suddenly, his coffee went skydiving to the floor, and his seat bounced him up and down like a rusty steamroller. The headlights started shuttering above, and Ronan got a gut feeling stuck inside him that this was more than a little turbulence.
He dared open the window, and was caught in horror as streaks of lightning performed hula dances in the night sky. The plane tilted as if it was from a scene of War of the Worlds, and barf was incoming. Out of the blue, a drop of water bleached Ronan's skin. His eyes diluted upwards and he obtained a cardiac arrest as the roof of the plane was completely wiped out by the current. Oxygen masks flailed from overhead and the pilot tried to get through the speaker, but was fought back by static silence.
Suddenly, Ronan's seat belt was torn of, and he flew into the subzero air, freezing instantly. One other person had gone out next to him. As he swirled intently, a gust of stuff smashed into him, barely being described as liquid. Or maybe a gassy solid? Whatever it was, it knocked him out cold. The last thing he could remember was falling....
The hospital is painful place. Remember that kids. Ronan definitely recalled that as he woke up bleary eyed from what he heard was a 3 week coma, with needles up his skin. It had to be needles. Great. He leaned forward, every inch giving his back the opposite of a soothing massage. "Wha- what happened?" he stuttered, his vision rubbed with whiteboard erase. "Easy there", a tall, bespectacled nurse spoke. "You seem to have--" she stuttered, "Fallen from the sky". Ronan jerked upwards, painfully realizing that it was the wrong thing to do. "Please tell me you're messing with me" Ronan rubbed his swollen head. "Because their is no way in the human world that I survived a free fall from the sky. All I can remember was being thrown off of an air plane...". It struck Ronan that it was quite possible that the nurse wasn't bluffing.
Meanwhile, in Kingston West Indies, a couple dozen police cars were tailing a bearded superhuman down the highway, Liam Nason, and losing badly. "So long suckers" Liam cried, as a streetlight smeared the window of a another police trailer. Just three weeks ago, a terrible accident on an air plane had given him phenomenal super powers, that of mind control. He could control any object, animate or not, and bend it to his will. Suddenly, 7 police cars zoomed out of an alley, and had Liam surrounded. At least twenty burly armed men made a globe around Liam's stolen Maserati, and went on with the cliche dialogues. "We have you surrounded, put your hands in the air and please, for the love of sake, don't make us shoot you" one of them called out.
Liam did exactly the opposite. With intense concentration, he pushed the car upwards into levitation, and zoomed forward, staying in the Maserati. And, leading the cops straight into his plan. They started shooting at the car, and oil guzzled onto their sweaty faces. Liam took out a match, and lit it on his pants, Calvin Klein. He tossed the match out the window, whilst leaping through it himself and levitating himself onto a nearby Optum building. BOOM!!! Police cars were shredded to rummage, and officers became quick roadkill from the flaming oil . Mercilessly, Liam ran off, bloodthirsty, with a jewel necklace in his literal clutches. Just for affect, he cackled. "Bwa ha ha ha haaaaa!". He was now a super villain, and loving it.
On Ronan's side, he had just come out of the hospital, his body in crutches, along with his mind. How in the world could he have survived a free fall from the sky? Dazed, he drove back home, looking forward to returning to his normal life. Or at least however normal it was going to be now that he was leading a crippled life. As he entered the freeway, a flash of red colored his eyesight. He peered down and gulped at the fuel gauge of his car. Looming dangerously above 2 percent empty, a red warning sign raged.
According to his G.P.S, the next gas station was out about seven miles from here, his house being 5. His hope ran out in the middle of the freeway however, as his car slowed to a stop. HOOONKK! A cement truck let out a distended honk, trying to skid past Ronan's car, but at 85 mph. The front of his car pancaked Ronan's back, and shards of glass, rubber, and car windshields were mere inches away from Ronan's head, about to staple him to the head board in slow-mo. Suddenly, without purpose, Ronan disappeared from thin air.
Ssss! A trickle of water drooled out from a wrecked car window dripping to the ground. Suddenly, that water regenerated into the shocked form of Ronan, standing alive and well, without crutches. "What j-just happened" Ronan half-yelled, seeing everything in shards, except for his own body. Suddenly, he disappeared once more into fuel gas, and drifted downtown to his old apartment building. As he regenerated once again, his eyes grew bloodshot and hot, and he went to open his door, wanting to think this was all a dream. Did that just happen! Did he just disappear into water and air, and survive his second accident of the month! He needed to sit down and think. But as he touched the door, he floated right through it like a ghost made out of gas. Cliche, he fainted.
As soon as he woke up, he ran to the telephone and rang up his doctor. Accusingly, he bellowed "Exactly what medicine did you give me doctor! I have insurance and blah, blah, blah! Why have I turned into a hydrogen molecule!" The doctor, thinking his patient had gone mad, hung up on the other side and answered none of Ronan's phone calls. Ronan clutched his head in anxiety, knowing this was all somehow linked to the airplane incident, only halfheartedly noticing his crutches were gone. He decided intuitively that some news had to calm him down. Ironically, it had quite the opposite effect.
"Hello this is Thurmont Twinklewinker, your news reporter for the day, and I am here to report a series of bandit attacks by a notorious criminal Liam Nason, who has been looting vast amounts of jewelry from various renowned stores, and escaping without a trace. Witnesses report this man being able to control objects with his mind, thus the reason of his getaways. Here is a picture of him now." Ronan gasped, his eyes plates and his heart a roller coaster. The man on the t.v, this inquisitive mastermind, was none other than the man who he faintly remembered ejecting into the sky next to him! We have super powers! And if he is going to play villain, that means I have to be...
Boosh! The doors of Howel's Jewelry shop burst of it's hinges as Liam strolled in, levitating a nearby policeman's pistol straight out of his pocket and into his (Liam's) hands. Bang! Bang! Dead and wounded. Liam launched himself over a desk, tamping the bankers with cabinets and chairs. He crushed a wooden door with a flick of his wrist, and entered the safe room. Suddenly Ronan's voice boomed from behind, "Stop, in the name of justice!". Liam spun 361% degrees, and raised an eyebrow. "Did you just quote Superman?" Liam inquired. "Yes because I'm a superhero, and I will end your era of terror. "We'll see about that, whatchamacallit?" Liam ask/grinned. "It's... Hydro-Gene!" Ronan cried, making up the first imposing name that came to his mind. "Well, in that case, I'm Mr. Mind(not the caterpillar)! Now prepare to meet your doom." Liam boomed.
Suddenly, Hydro-Gene found himself floating in the air, and was slammed against the wall just as quick. At the last second, he gassed the wall, and came up from behind as a surprise attack. As Mr. Mind began opening some safes, a fist of fury wiped him out. He collapsed to the ground shaken up. Hydro-Gene regenerated and was about to throw another punch when his fist halted in midair. His whole body did too. Suddenly, Mr. Mind rose, and clutched Hydro-Gene by the neck, immobilizing him.
Mr. Mind flew 15 miles to Peoples Lake, choking Hydro-Gene the entire time. He then landed with grit force on the crusty beach right outside the lake. With a powerful throw, Hydro-Gene was submerged in luke-warm water, and dissolved within it. Mr. Mind cackled, and stormed away to resume his robbing streak. Hydro-Gene was temporarily defeated.
Two days later it rained in Kingston. Actually, that's an understatement. The whole city had it's every inch spread with water, practically recreating the Johnstown flood. Mr. Mind decided not to pelt evil on these citizens today, and settled for a simple traffic jam. As he was crashing automobiles left and right, a hot slice of rain burned a hole in his jacket, followed by frigid one through the hole. Suddenly a very familiar face one top of a muscular, revenge-sought body and legs were balanced on Mr. Mind's left shoulder.
Mr. Mind gazed up to see his short-term enemy boldly standing erect, teeth gritted and arms crossed. With ninja fury, Hydro-Gene slammed his foot against his neck, and threw fast paced punches all over Mr. Mind's body. To finish it off, Hydro-Gene dissolved into gas and loomed high above Mr. Mind head. Then, he regenerated solid, and bulldozed Mr. Mind head to blood-ready asphalt. Mr. Mind groaned and raised his hand, pretending to retreat while actually summoning telephone booth nearby. Hydro-Gene was taken aback as glass formed a cove around his head and pure metal nearly knocked him out. Hydro-Gene lay there motionless as Mr. Mind wrapped a lightning pole around his neck. Forget the citizens. First he had to save himself.
"I'm going to fry you!" Mr. Mind cried, as he let Hydro-Gene fall to the ground with the lightning pole paralyzing him. With all Mr. Mind's willpower, he thrust his hands into the air, and stared into the sky, summoning something great with all of the power infested in him. A swarm of ominous clouds lingered over the lightning pole, and in a Back-To-The-Future-like flash of lightning, Hydro-Gene and the lightning pole were electrocuted. "Ahhhhh!" Hydro-Gene screeched, as his body vibrated in a series of jolts. With full concentration, Hydro-Gene had one last idea to try.
He liquefied himself, and then rose to the clouds, manipulating Mr. Mind's mind to keep control. As he reached the clouds, he new his target and he knew the sacrifice required. He was about to create a knew definition of watery grave. He started spinning madly, creating a juicy revolution cycle which harnessed all of the lightning, and dove straight for Mr. Mind. He was having a terrifying deja-vu of falling for his life, but he maintained focus, and struck Mr. Mind straight in the adam's apple, with a burst of energy.
Electricity sprung out from the scene of battle, causing a power outage that lasted for days afterwards. All that remained of Mr. Mind was an electronic heap of ash stuck to the ground, surrounded in red gush. Yet Hydro-Gene, harnessing his superpowers one last time, had solidified into ice, freezing the lightning before it stopped his heart. Carefully, he removed the strands of electricity. Finally, he liquefied through a pothole, and headed towards his next location, which could very well be the mental hospital. Still, there's hope for him, as well as every citizen in the city of Kingston. Except Mr. Mind of course. He's dead.
The next day, a newspaper article came out about the battle of the centuries. The headline scripted 'Town-wide hero Ronan Debronsky ends era of corrupt super villain Mr. Mind, at cost.'. However, newspapers don't always tell the truth. Proof? Just look for a clear stream of water flowing through Kingston sewers...
He dared open the window, and was caught in horror as streaks of lightning performed hula dances in the night sky. The plane tilted as if it was from a scene of War of the Worlds, and barf was incoming. Out of the blue, a drop of water bleached Ronan's skin. His eyes diluted upwards and he obtained a cardiac arrest as the roof of the plane was completely wiped out by the current. Oxygen masks flailed from overhead and the pilot tried to get through the speaker, but was fought back by static silence.
Suddenly, Ronan's seat belt was torn of, and he flew into the subzero air, freezing instantly. One other person had gone out next to him. As he swirled intently, a gust of stuff smashed into him, barely being described as liquid. Or maybe a gassy solid? Whatever it was, it knocked him out cold. The last thing he could remember was falling....
The hospital is painful place. Remember that kids. Ronan definitely recalled that as he woke up bleary eyed from what he heard was a 3 week coma, with needles up his skin. It had to be needles. Great. He leaned forward, every inch giving his back the opposite of a soothing massage. "Wha- what happened?" he stuttered, his vision rubbed with whiteboard erase. "Easy there", a tall, bespectacled nurse spoke. "You seem to have--" she stuttered, "Fallen from the sky". Ronan jerked upwards, painfully realizing that it was the wrong thing to do. "Please tell me you're messing with me" Ronan rubbed his swollen head. "Because their is no way in the human world that I survived a free fall from the sky. All I can remember was being thrown off of an air plane...". It struck Ronan that it was quite possible that the nurse wasn't bluffing.
Meanwhile, in Kingston West Indies, a couple dozen police cars were tailing a bearded superhuman down the highway, Liam Nason, and losing badly. "So long suckers" Liam cried, as a streetlight smeared the window of a another police trailer. Just three weeks ago, a terrible accident on an air plane had given him phenomenal super powers, that of mind control. He could control any object, animate or not, and bend it to his will. Suddenly, 7 police cars zoomed out of an alley, and had Liam surrounded. At least twenty burly armed men made a globe around Liam's stolen Maserati, and went on with the cliche dialogues. "We have you surrounded, put your hands in the air and please, for the love of sake, don't make us shoot you" one of them called out.
Liam did exactly the opposite. With intense concentration, he pushed the car upwards into levitation, and zoomed forward, staying in the Maserati. And, leading the cops straight into his plan. They started shooting at the car, and oil guzzled onto their sweaty faces. Liam took out a match, and lit it on his pants, Calvin Klein. He tossed the match out the window, whilst leaping through it himself and levitating himself onto a nearby Optum building. BOOM!!! Police cars were shredded to rummage, and officers became quick roadkill from the flaming oil . Mercilessly, Liam ran off, bloodthirsty, with a jewel necklace in his literal clutches. Just for affect, he cackled. "Bwa ha ha ha haaaaa!". He was now a super villain, and loving it.
On Ronan's side, he had just come out of the hospital, his body in crutches, along with his mind. How in the world could he have survived a free fall from the sky? Dazed, he drove back home, looking forward to returning to his normal life. Or at least however normal it was going to be now that he was leading a crippled life. As he entered the freeway, a flash of red colored his eyesight. He peered down and gulped at the fuel gauge of his car. Looming dangerously above 2 percent empty, a red warning sign raged.
According to his G.P.S, the next gas station was out about seven miles from here, his house being 5. His hope ran out in the middle of the freeway however, as his car slowed to a stop. HOOONKK! A cement truck let out a distended honk, trying to skid past Ronan's car, but at 85 mph. The front of his car pancaked Ronan's back, and shards of glass, rubber, and car windshields were mere inches away from Ronan's head, about to staple him to the head board in slow-mo. Suddenly, without purpose, Ronan disappeared from thin air.
Ssss! A trickle of water drooled out from a wrecked car window dripping to the ground. Suddenly, that water regenerated into the shocked form of Ronan, standing alive and well, without crutches. "What j-just happened" Ronan half-yelled, seeing everything in shards, except for his own body. Suddenly, he disappeared once more into fuel gas, and drifted downtown to his old apartment building. As he regenerated once again, his eyes grew bloodshot and hot, and he went to open his door, wanting to think this was all a dream. Did that just happen! Did he just disappear into water and air, and survive his second accident of the month! He needed to sit down and think. But as he touched the door, he floated right through it like a ghost made out of gas. Cliche, he fainted.
As soon as he woke up, he ran to the telephone and rang up his doctor. Accusingly, he bellowed "Exactly what medicine did you give me doctor! I have insurance and blah, blah, blah! Why have I turned into a hydrogen molecule!" The doctor, thinking his patient had gone mad, hung up on the other side and answered none of Ronan's phone calls. Ronan clutched his head in anxiety, knowing this was all somehow linked to the airplane incident, only halfheartedly noticing his crutches were gone. He decided intuitively that some news had to calm him down. Ironically, it had quite the opposite effect.
"Hello this is Thurmont Twinklewinker, your news reporter for the day, and I am here to report a series of bandit attacks by a notorious criminal Liam Nason, who has been looting vast amounts of jewelry from various renowned stores, and escaping without a trace. Witnesses report this man being able to control objects with his mind, thus the reason of his getaways. Here is a picture of him now." Ronan gasped, his eyes plates and his heart a roller coaster. The man on the t.v, this inquisitive mastermind, was none other than the man who he faintly remembered ejecting into the sky next to him! We have super powers! And if he is going to play villain, that means I have to be...
Boosh! The doors of Howel's Jewelry shop burst of it's hinges as Liam strolled in, levitating a nearby policeman's pistol straight out of his pocket and into his (Liam's) hands. Bang! Bang! Dead and wounded. Liam launched himself over a desk, tamping the bankers with cabinets and chairs. He crushed a wooden door with a flick of his wrist, and entered the safe room. Suddenly Ronan's voice boomed from behind, "Stop, in the name of justice!". Liam spun 361% degrees, and raised an eyebrow. "Did you just quote Superman?" Liam inquired. "Yes because I'm a superhero, and I will end your era of terror. "We'll see about that, whatchamacallit?" Liam ask/grinned. "It's... Hydro-Gene!" Ronan cried, making up the first imposing name that came to his mind. "Well, in that case, I'm Mr. Mind(not the caterpillar)! Now prepare to meet your doom." Liam boomed.
Suddenly, Hydro-Gene found himself floating in the air, and was slammed against the wall just as quick. At the last second, he gassed the wall, and came up from behind as a surprise attack. As Mr. Mind began opening some safes, a fist of fury wiped him out. He collapsed to the ground shaken up. Hydro-Gene regenerated and was about to throw another punch when his fist halted in midair. His whole body did too. Suddenly, Mr. Mind rose, and clutched Hydro-Gene by the neck, immobilizing him.
Mr. Mind flew 15 miles to Peoples Lake, choking Hydro-Gene the entire time. He then landed with grit force on the crusty beach right outside the lake. With a powerful throw, Hydro-Gene was submerged in luke-warm water, and dissolved within it. Mr. Mind cackled, and stormed away to resume his robbing streak. Hydro-Gene was temporarily defeated.
Two days later it rained in Kingston. Actually, that's an understatement. The whole city had it's every inch spread with water, practically recreating the Johnstown flood. Mr. Mind decided not to pelt evil on these citizens today, and settled for a simple traffic jam. As he was crashing automobiles left and right, a hot slice of rain burned a hole in his jacket, followed by frigid one through the hole. Suddenly a very familiar face one top of a muscular, revenge-sought body and legs were balanced on Mr. Mind's left shoulder.
Mr. Mind gazed up to see his short-term enemy boldly standing erect, teeth gritted and arms crossed. With ninja fury, Hydro-Gene slammed his foot against his neck, and threw fast paced punches all over Mr. Mind's body. To finish it off, Hydro-Gene dissolved into gas and loomed high above Mr. Mind head. Then, he regenerated solid, and bulldozed Mr. Mind head to blood-ready asphalt. Mr. Mind groaned and raised his hand, pretending to retreat while actually summoning telephone booth nearby. Hydro-Gene was taken aback as glass formed a cove around his head and pure metal nearly knocked him out. Hydro-Gene lay there motionless as Mr. Mind wrapped a lightning pole around his neck. Forget the citizens. First he had to save himself.
"I'm going to fry you!" Mr. Mind cried, as he let Hydro-Gene fall to the ground with the lightning pole paralyzing him. With all Mr. Mind's willpower, he thrust his hands into the air, and stared into the sky, summoning something great with all of the power infested in him. A swarm of ominous clouds lingered over the lightning pole, and in a Back-To-The-Future-like flash of lightning, Hydro-Gene and the lightning pole were electrocuted. "Ahhhhh!" Hydro-Gene screeched, as his body vibrated in a series of jolts. With full concentration, Hydro-Gene had one last idea to try.
He liquefied himself, and then rose to the clouds, manipulating Mr. Mind's mind to keep control. As he reached the clouds, he new his target and he knew the sacrifice required. He was about to create a knew definition of watery grave. He started spinning madly, creating a juicy revolution cycle which harnessed all of the lightning, and dove straight for Mr. Mind. He was having a terrifying deja-vu of falling for his life, but he maintained focus, and struck Mr. Mind straight in the adam's apple, with a burst of energy.
Electricity sprung out from the scene of battle, causing a power outage that lasted for days afterwards. All that remained of Mr. Mind was an electronic heap of ash stuck to the ground, surrounded in red gush. Yet Hydro-Gene, harnessing his superpowers one last time, had solidified into ice, freezing the lightning before it stopped his heart. Carefully, he removed the strands of electricity. Finally, he liquefied through a pothole, and headed towards his next location, which could very well be the mental hospital. Still, there's hope for him, as well as every citizen in the city of Kingston. Except Mr. Mind of course. He's dead.
The next day, a newspaper article came out about the battle of the centuries. The headline scripted 'Town-wide hero Ronan Debronsky ends era of corrupt super villain Mr. Mind, at cost.'. However, newspapers don't always tell the truth. Proof? Just look for a clear stream of water flowing through Kingston sewers...
Sequel? Let's Find Out.
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