So...what's up? Here's a quick songfic, with the song Riding on the Wind. By the way, should I continue this?
I own nothing besides my own OC's and a bunch of other stuff...but not this cartoon. Although, I do own this story.
Shooting for the stars
Cruise the speed of light.
Glowin' god of Mars
Body burning bright.
He loved flying.
That rush of adrenaline pumping through his blood, the heat he felt against his face, the speed, the power...
He loved it.
As he did another loop-de-loop, he laughed as he felt his body burning bright. That streak left behind was a sign that he could fly.
He'd shoot for the stars, and fly at the speed of light.
Simply because he could.
He screamed in delight, laughed in joy, and flew for fun.
He couldn't really imagine being a simple human, unable to fly, unable to understand the feeling of riding on the wind.
He looked back at all the pine trees his speed had forced to bend back, and smirked in glee.
He had the power, he had the ability, and he had the love for it. He loved flying, he really did.
And flew he did, blasting through the forest, doing crazy stunts and laughing happily as he did so.
All because he could.
Well I'm ridin', ridin' on the wind
Yes I'm ridin', ridin' on the wind.
He loved riding on the wind; that's what he did. He'd ride, he'd laugh, and he'd enjoy it.
He didn't need to ride in a machine, or imagine he had wings like a bird. He didn't need a machine, or wings.
He could fly, because he had something neither a machine or a bird had.
He had powers.
And he could fly because of them.
Tearing up through life
Million miles an hour
Blinding all in sight
Surging rush of power.
He laughed, flying through the leaves on the tree. He was tearing up through life, at a million miles an hour.
He would blind all in sight, with only his signature streak left behind.
He glanced back, thinking of his destination. He could get there as quick as he wanted. There was no need to rush.
But that surging rush of power...of adrenaline...
He owed it all to a monkey, an old nursery rhyme, and a prison toilet.
Yup, that's where and how he got his powers; where he was made, in fact.
Well I'm ridin', ridin' on the wind
Yes I'm ridin', ridin' on the wind.
He scared a couple of birds off, them flapping their wings and squawking like their life depended on it.
Maybe it did.
If he ripped those pretty, feathery wings off of those little birds, they wouldn't be able to fly. They didn't have powers, they had wings. He could take it all away, and they'd be stranded, stuck to the ground.
Just like those ordinary people. They had their fancy machines, but they couldn't fly on their own. He could destroy a plane, and they'd be sent plummeting to their death. He could take all of their complicated machines away and leave something very simple behind...
The fact that they couldn't fly on their own.
He laughed at the thought; it brought him a small sense of pleasure that people envied the flight of a bird.
He didn't have to worry too much; he could fly on his own. He had the powers to, and he was born-or made-with them. It'd be hard to take that away.
Yes, he was riding on the wind, flying on his own. And he didn't need the help of wings or complicated machinery to do it.
As he was about to catch a bird, a blast hit him. He turned in surprise, raising an eyebrow.
A girl glared back at him, her arm raised for shooting the blast. "Leave the poor bird alone," she commanded threateningly, her eyes narrowing.
"I haven't done anything," he pointed out, putting his hands up. The bird flapped away, squawking in obvious fear. He smirked; he liked the fact that he could strike fear into a being's heart.
His companion scowled, floating in midair. "Yeah, ripping tree branches is called 'doing nothing'. You're scaring away all the animals, and hurting some too. When that tree branch hits the ground, it could hurt somebody. There are people down there too, you know."
He laughed. "I know," he smirked. "And they can't fly away from danger; they can only run. That's your point, isn't it? That they're weak? Why protect them then?"
She growled, rushing at him. She raised her fist. "Shut up!" she hissed. "I help because I want to. I help because I care! I help because I can!"
"And I fly because I can; there's nothing wrong with that," he added, blocking her punch. He dodged all of her other punches as he went on, flying higher and into the clouds. "It's not my fault they can't. You help because they're weak. You help because they're incapable of doing anything on their own. You help because you get something out of it. You help because—"
"I SAID, SHUT UP!" she screamed, hitting him extremely hard in the stomach...harder than needed, too.
He coughed up blood as he crashed down, through clouds. He felt the pain it brought.
Thunderbolt from hell
Shattering aloud.
Screamin' demons yell
Bursting through the clouds.
He burst through the clouds before slamming down a couple of branches and leaves. A glowing streak followed, along with loud noises, making it look-and sound-like a thunderbolt from Hell.
He heard the branches creak and groan, ripping off the tree as they shattered aloud.
He was faintly aware of the screaming down below, along with the sounds of animals. He was also aware of the red demon-like creature that caught up to the girl, screaming and yelling at her in a deep, demonic voice. A monkey sat in a jet-like machine, also yelling.
He smirked slightly. He could just take that away and his father would go plummeting to his death...
Well I'm ridin', ridin' on the wind
Yes I'm ridin', ridin' on the wind.
He was still riding on the winds, just that now he'd lost control. He was plummeting downwards, traveling so fast, like a meteor on fire.
Finally, he smashed into the fresh, dewey green grass. In the midst of his pain, he managed to notice how green the grass was-green, his favourite colour.
Then his eyes began to droop shut...
"BUTCH!"
So she did care; not only for people that needed her help, but for him as well.
"Ungh...Buttercup..."
And then everything was completely black, his mind blank, besides one thought.
I'm riding on the stormy winds of your heart, Buttercup Utonium.
That's it for now!
So tell me if I should continue this or not...And the next chapter for Hung Up on You (Chapter 13) will be uploaded soon, by the way.
See ya later, peeps!