Sim was still sitting on the edge of the tall building, about thirty empty beer bottles surrounding him on the roof. He was only slightly buzzed and sighed.
“So…we both got shitty lives huh?” Sim asked.
“Yeah, we’re not as different as you think.” Polymon replied.
“But you know Italian?” Sim asked.
Polymon began to speak very rapid and fluent Italian as Sim shook his head around.
“I didn’t catch any of that but good job.” Sim said.
Polymon and Sim laughed together as Sim finished yet another bottle.
The two sat in silence for a bit.
“Who was the girl?” Sim asked.
“What?” Polymon asked back.
“The girl you knew. Was she somebody important?” Sim asked.
Polymon didn’t respond for a few seconds.
“Yeah…she was.” Polymon finally said.
Sim smiled and opened up another bottle.
“First love kind of thing?” Sim asked.
“Absolutely.” Polymon replied.
Sim kept smiling.
“What happened to her?” Sim asked.
“She lived a rebellious life. Went all over the world to stop governments from colonizing and killing indigenous people.” Polymon replied.
“Sounds like a badass.” Sim said.
“Yeah, but I just wish I could’ve spent my days with her.” Polymon replied.
“What were you doing instead?” Sim asked.
“Forced to live with the nuns and they tried to turn me Christian. Priests abused and used me, nuns hit me, it was worse then Hell.” Polymon said.
“Well, it’s getting late.” Sim said as he tried to stand up.
As Sim stood, the sun was starting to rise from the horizon.
“Ah shit.” Sim said as he covered his eyes. He was slowly swaying side to side before stumbling over himself.
“Hey Sim, be careful.” Polymon said.
Sim went to turn, but tripped on a beer bottle and fell backwards, tumbling back over the edge and falling off the top of the building. Sim was too intoxicated to notice or care, just staring at the ground as he raced down head first and closed his eyes.
“Sim!” Polymon shouted.
Sim kept racing down and started to softly chuckle before Polymon forcefully taking over, the eyes turning red just as his head hit the cold ground and made his neck suddenly snap to the side as the rest of his body flopped and smashed down.
Sim laid on the ground motionless for a few seconds before Polymon stood up, the head still to the side with the neck visibly broken. Polymon’s eyes stayed deep red when the neck slowly moved back in place before he shook his head around and sighed.
“You should really talk to somebody about your drinking.” Polymon said as he went to walk, but the body was heavy and stumbled with every step.
“Shut up…you’re not my Dad.” Sim shouted inside his head.
Polymon could hear police sirens getting close and tried to jump behind a dumpster, but the body was so intoxicated it just fell over and laid face down on the ground.
“Sim…” Polymon said through an unmoving mouth.
“Yeah?” Sim asked inside his head.
The police cars quickly drove past, not even noticing Polymon laying on the ground.
“I hate you.” Polymon said, the mouth barely moving.
“No you don’t.” Sim replied.
“On a scale of one to ten…you’re moving up.” Polymon said.
“Aww, poor me.”
Polymon struggled to even get the arms set and push off the ground. He kept pushing, but it was as if Polymon was controlling a corpse. He kept pushing and trying to stand up, but any movement would make him fall over.
“We’re going to have to just sit here for a bit.” Sim said.
The ground began to shake under them as both Polymon and Sim groaned.
“Welp…looks like we have some work to do.” Polymon said as he tried to stand up again.
The body was leaning against the dumpster as Polymon gritted his teeth.
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“Yeah, you’re the one who wants to be a masked dude who beats up criminals.” Polymon replied.
“Ugh. Fine.” Sim said.
Polymon was finally able to stand on his own.
“Let’s go.” Polymon said, waving his hand around when the black mask suddenly appeared and covered his face.
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Detective Lawton was one of the first officers on the scene. As he pulled up in his car, he quickly popped in his pills before drinking water. He climbed out and made his way over to a large police barricade in front of an orphanage.
“What’s the…” Lawton started, but he was interrupted by a loud explosion behind the barricade, sending debris flying and hitting the officers. Lawton quickly got down and drew his weapon, but then he felt a firm hand on his before being taken down.
Lawton opened his eyes to see himself being held down by three other officers, his gun being ripped from his grasp.
“Where are you?” One officer asked him.
“I’m on thirty-eighth Street in New York City.” Lawton quickly replied.
“What’s today's date?” The officer asked.
“March twenty-fourth, two-thousand-nine.” Lawton quickly replied again.
The officers released him as Lawton got to his feet.
The commanding officer was holding Lawton’s gun before holding it out to him.
“You shouldn’t be here.” The officer said.
Lawton looked towards the building, but then spotted something unusual. Talking to a swat officer was a man and woman in black suits.
“Who are…” Lawton started.
“You don’t see them or approach them. You only talk to them if they ask you a question.” The officer interrupted him again.
Lawton kept staring at them when the woman suddenly turned and locked eyes with him. They kept staring intensely until Lawton moved his attention back to the orphanage.
“Do we know who’s inside?” Lawton asked as the commanding officer handed him a pair of binoculars. Lawton took them and tried to look through every window that he could.
“Not yet. But we know they got inside the building without being seen.” The officer replied.
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The officer didn’t respond at first.
“Sure…let’s go with that.” He finally said.
Lawton looked over at him confused.
As Lawton looked at the commanding officer, they could hear loud rippling over them. All of the officers and the two people in suits both looked up as Dark Angel flew through the air before crashing through one of the windows.
“Welp…looks like we’ll be arresting a corpse.” Lawton said.
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“Who was that?” The man asked.
Lawton stood and kept using the binoculars as the officer responded.
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The two people quickly tapped their wrists when a holographic screen popped up. Lawton stopped and was amazed while the commanding officer didn’t react at all.
“We don’t have a Dark Angel registered.” The man said.
“He isn’t…”
The officer looked over at Lawton before turning back.
“He isn’t one of those kinds.” The officer replied.
“Are you sure?” The woman asked.
The officer sighed.
“I don’t think so. But whatever he is, it’s pure evil.”
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Polymon was laying on the wooden floor with broken glass surrounding him. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, the suit covered in small cuts and blood.
“Fuck…that has never been so hard.” Polymon cracked every bone in their body.
“Can I take over now?” Sim asked inside the head, still sounding drunk.
“Alright.” Polymon said and immediately let Sim take over.
As soon as the eyes went back to their natural green shade, the body just dropped down to the floor in a heap. Sim tried to move, but every single atom in his body was experiencing burning and stinging pain.
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Polymon quickly took back over and got to his feet.
Despite being able to walk, it was difficult from the pain and alcohol flooding the bloodstream.
Polymon looked around the large bedroom that was filled with ten basic beds on rusty metal frames. The mattresses themselves were clean, all of them with nicely folded blankets and nicely fluffed pillows. Sitting on each mattress was a small metal sculpture, each one of a different animal. Each looked clean and strong, like it would be difficult to break. Polymon went over to the door, walking through to see doors leading to more bedrooms.
He went down the stairs when he could hear talking. Polymon wasted no time and ran with his sore and broken legs, reaching a large dining hall where he saw children all sitting on the floor in a large circle around an old man wearing a large black hoodie. He seemed to be holding a large plastic bag of something, but Polymon couldn’t see what it was. The children weren’t crying, more just sitting in silence and staring at the man. His back was to Polymon, but Polymon was loudly walking over.
Everyone turned to look at him, the hooded man wearing a steel colored bandana covering his lower half of his face.
“Okay, so we’re going to make this easy. You’ll come with me and I don’t have to hurt you okay?” As Polymon spoke and moved, his back loudly cracked.
“Fuck.” Polymon said before looking at the children.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlPWsSAcXQn
“I mean…um…fudge.”
The hooded man fully turned and stared at Polymon. Polymon could now see the plastic bag was full of metal nails and screws.
“That doesn’t look like a child safe toy.” Polymon said, having to crack his back again.
The bag began to shake around despite the person’s hand staying still. The nails and screws were shaking around inside wildly, like it was a popcorn machine.
Polymon stared confused when the bag suddenly ripped in two, all of the nails and screws flying towards him.
“OH SHIT!” Polymon screamed as he quickly dropped down to the ground, the nails and screws flying overhead.
He got back up and turned to see the pieces had all stopped in midair. They all slowly turned back around before firing again.
Polymon tried to run as quickly as he could with his still broken body, but a metal chair flew in from the side and smashed into the side of his head. Polymon stumbled until he felt a few of the nails and screws be driven into the back of his legs, causing him to scream in agony. He sat on his knees, the nails and screws forcing his muscles and bones down as more floated around his head. The hooded man walked over slowly, the children all moving out of the way to let him through.
“Who do you think you are?” The man asked.
The voice was quite high but tried to sound intimidating. Polymon sighed and tried to stand up.
“Wait a minute…you’re just a kid?” Polymon asked.
He suddenly felt more nails and screws shoot into his legs as he screamed.
“I’m seventeen. Left here without a family and nobody wanting me.” He said.
“Well that’s gotta suck, but…” Polymon started.
“You think that’s the part that sucks? The teen interrupted.
“I discovered I have these…whatever they are. I can control metal and make it do fun things, but instead of people being impressed or happy, they called me a freak! The guardians that ran this place were planning on having me arrested or taken by some scientists to cut me open!” The teen shouted.
Polymon tried to stand up again, but a few more nails drove into the back of his ankles. He gritted his teeth and could feel so much of his legs being sliced and stabbed.
“I didn’t ask for these and I tried to make the best of them. I helped fixed broken furniture and made every child here a toy to play with and make them happy, but all everybody could say is that I’m a monster! I am doing good! But because I am different, they don’t care!” The teen shouted loudly.
Polymon gritted his teeth again.
“Trust me…I know what you mean.” Polymon said.
The teen kept staring at him before suddenly ripping off Polymon’s mask. Polymon’s red eyes were staring intensly as the teenage boy suddenly took a step back. The eyes faded into the bright green as Sim screamed out in pure pain.
“Holy fuck that is very painful!” He screamed as he tried to move his legs, but every movement just tore and shredded more of his muscles.
“You’re like me?” The boy asked.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5zLZEFPjmz
“Well…yeah a bit. I do good and all people wanna do is kill me.” Sim said through painful breathing.
“What good do you do?” The boy asked.
“Hurt people who hurt others. Make sure they can’t hurt more.” Sim said.
The boy stood for a bit longer before a few of the nails and screws came out of Sim’s legs, drenched in blood.
Sim gasped and shouted as he felt them leave through the same holes they created.
“You can…hurt people…and still be good?” The teen asked.
Before Sim could answer, a swat team stormed in and sent the doors flying into the room with a battering ram. All of the children screamed as the nails and screws floating around suddenly flew out towards them, but the man and woman in their suits suddenly appeared on the other side of the room, firing a gun that sent a small device flying. It shot through the teen’s hood before attaching to his neck and shooting electricity through his body, causing him to spasm before collapsing to the ground. All of the nails and screws fell to the ground as the teen tried to get up, but was suddenly electrocuted again, screaming out. Sim could still feel a few inside of his legs as he looked through closing eyes towards the man and woman.
“Thanks I guess. Now can you help me up? My legs are…”
The woman fired her gun, sending another device flying. Polymon suddenly took over and stood up, moving out of the way as the device attached to one of the officer’s legs, but didn’t fire.
The woman looked angry as the man ran over. He threw a punch, but Polymon just barely moved out of the way. He tripped the man and caused him to fall onto a large dining table before punching him in the back of the head. The officers all ran over as Polymon waved his hand again, the mask seeming to teleport back around his face. The woman in the suit was surprised but studying him as he moved. Polymon was able to easily beat up every officer, but as he did his eyes began to glow brighter red.
“Uh Polymon?” Sim asked inside his head.
Polymon at first was knocking them out, but the last one he began to choke tightly and lifted him up off the ground. Polymon gritted his teeth hard and was going to punch him as hard as he could, but Sim took over just enough to make the officer drop down. Sim was breathing heavily before Polymon tried to take over again, making Sim grab his head and scream in pain.
“Stop fighting me!”
The voice was a mixture of Polymon’s and Sim’s as he screamed. His hands began to claw at his mask like he was trying to rip through it before Polymon took fully over again, walking back to the officer and grabbing him by his ankle.
Before Polymon could throw him, Sim took back over and punched the officer just hard enough to knock them out.
He then turned to see the woman running over with her gun drawn.
“Hands up!” Another officer said.
Sim turned around to see Officer Lawton standing with his gun drawn and pointed.
“Lawton?” Sim whispered before he felt the device attach to the back of his neck and fire enough electricity through his system that he felt his heart stop beating.
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