Alvin and the Chipmunks
Noah's Duty
My name is Noah Seville, aka Spider-Munk. In my last tale, you learned how I became Spider-Munk. Pretty much the same as Spider-Man, but no murder of a close realitive necessary. This tale tells of a hard diecision I made.
It started like any normal day for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Munk. I swung around L.A, making sure my city was safe. Suddenly, my Arachni-alarm went off, warning me that the bank was being robbed again...like for the 4th time today."Jeez, these dudes need to learn." I said.
I landed at the entrance of the bank just as the robber came out. Actually, I landed on the robber. "OW! Darn you, Spider-Munk." he said, as the cops led him away. "Whatever, dude." I said, swinging away.
When I got back home, Simon greeted me. "Hey, Spidr-Munk. How was patrol?" he asked. I took of my mask. "Eh, some ol', same ol, Si. Nabbed the robber. But it's getting boring. At first, being able to swing around the city was fun, but all I'm getting are robbers. Bavk when I was a Lantern, I fought the super powered dudes. An actual challenge." I sighed.
"Looks like someone needs relaxation. Luckily, Chef Theo's got just the thing. Irish Tea, with cinnamon, Boston Cream, and a hint o' Mint. Your favorite." Theodore said, handing me a teacup full of my favorite calming drink. "Thank you, Theodore. It helps." I said, ugging my little brother. The tea really hit the spot, like it always does.
Later that night, as I looked up at the stars on my roof, Simon came up and st next to me. "Heya, hero. Nice night, isn't it?" Simon asked. "Yeah. Y'know, my parents once told me that if I'm ever alone, or feeling alone, I can always look up at the stars and know that God is looking down at me." I said. "Noah Seville, that was beautiful. Hey, look, a shooting star!" Simon said. I looked where my brother was pointing. "Wait, that's not a shooting star. Shooting stars aren't green." I said.
The shooting star got closer. Just when I thought it was gonna fry us, it subsided, revealing a blue skinned midget, someone I knew well. "Ganthet, why are you here? I'm no longer a Lantern." I said. "I come with a choice, Noah Jagers-Seville. Stay Spider-Munk or... lose those powers nd once again be the Champion of sector 2814," Ganthet said, holding up a ring. My Green Lantern ring.
(What do you think, readers? Should Noah stay Spider-Munk or become Green Lantern again? Give me your opinion and the reason. whoever gives the best reason will not only have their choice, but a cameo in my story.-Poseidon01)