Alright, I have to things to say:
1. This is a slight alteration of the normal storyline, where Bogey is part of Paine's regular gang.
2. I wrote this when I was frustrated, and I got the feeling that's visible, so beware harsh language.
Eitherwise, enjoy!
It's not fair... it's just not fair, it's cruel, even.
Why oh why did Paine hire me, if all I get are comments of how useless I am.
"Out
of the way Bogey, you don't want to get hurt." Was what Samantha always
told me when every metal device in the room was flying once more. Geez,
thanks for the heads up, bitch.
"I don't think you'll get this, so
get lost." That was Spydah, as I watched over his shoulder. Like I was
some silly kid. Newsflash, I DO get what you're doing. I might not have
Spydah's 'Brilliance' considering machines, but I do have some skills
considering them. I growled as I returned to my black motorcycle, my
pride and joy; Viper. Although it couldn't fly or anything flashy like
Hawk's, it does have some nifty upgrades, and those upgrades where
designed by me, one and only. I loosened some bolts, but ended with a
squirt of motor-oil in my face. I backed away, and somehow slipped over
that same oil, falling down and taking my bike with me. I would've been
stuck for quite a while, if it wasn't for some gigantic hand snatching
me away just before my bike fell on my legs.
"Easy there, you might get hurt." It was Flesh, as he put me down.
"Thanks
for the warning, big guy." I thanked him, but something in me was
angered by the fact that he helped me. "I could've handled it, ya
know!" I yelled. "What do you think I am? Some helpless child"
"Peh,
that's the last time I'll help you out." With that, he left. I felt
kinda sorry, Flesh was the only one here I could actually talk to. His
scarce intelligence made him less arrogant than the rest of the crew
walking around (Including me, I know, stop bitching). But the more I
was thinking about him, the sadder I fell. He was the gang's main
idiot, but his gigantic power made him very usefull. I sighed, as I
started the non-risky chore of polishing my bike. Everybody here... had
something that put them mile-high above the average human. And me...?
Am I nothing else then a scapegoat? Someone to get mad at without the
danger of being tortured, get stuff thrown at you, or be thrown
yourself Is that it! Is that all I am!
"This blows..." I muttered underneath my breath.
"What does?" Spydah said, while this time peeking over my shoulder.
"You
do!" I yelled, turning around and facing him. "Acting like I don't know
shit! And yet you're itching to see me work on Viper. Why! Jealous?
Surprised that a mere human can pull of such tricks"
"Did I... say
something wrong?" Spydah tried, but when I'm pissed, I'm like the
energizer bunny, I just keep going and going and going.
"Yes you
did! You and everybody else here have been acting so goddam arrogant,
like I'm some idiot, only hired to sneer and yell at! Well guess what,
if that's all what that asshole Paine wants from me, I quit"
"Uhm, Bogey"
"Not
now Flesh! And another thing, if Paine, or anyone else here diminishes
me one last time, I am gonna take a power-drill and shove it right up
their"
"You want it... where?" I heard from behind me. That shadow
cast over me, that soft voice, mocking curiousity. It would've made
other people squirm, including me, if I wasn't so ticked off. But right
now, I just turned around fiercely.
"Fuck you, Paine!" I said, giving him the finger. I heard some gasps, and I knew it was stupid.
"What
did you say?" Again that dangerously soft voice, which acted as a
warning. But I took it as a challenge, Paine isn't going to bring me
down. I once again rose my middle-finger.
"You heard me: Fuck you,
Paine." I repeated. This angered Paine, as he forcefully grabbed my
head. The experience was awfull, as if thousands of pins and needles
were tearing my head apart. I screamed, struggled and clawed at the
hand that was providing this torture. After a while my body
just...stopped functioning. The pain was somehow blocking out any other
command my brain gave out. After another while, I felt myself dropping
to the ground.
"Let that be a warning, you stupid mut. You'd better
treat your leader with some respect." Paine said, as a struggled to get
at least up my hands and knees.
"Son of a..." And once again, I was
subjected to his so called 'Paine-grip'. It was a bit shorter this
time, but enough to get the message trough... with other people. As I
once more got on my knees, I saw Paine's glowing hand.
"Alright, is
there something you'd like to say to me?" He asked, expecting an
apology. No such luck, I thought to myself as I smiled weakly.
"Please Sir, can I have some more?"
I
don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I was at Spydah's
lab, on a medical table and a covering me. I wanted to turn, but my
body was aching really bad.
"Finally up he? It has been three days." I heard Flesh say, and I turned my head to see him.
"I did?" I weakly asked. "How long has Paine..." I didn't finish my sentence, wincing.
"I went away after half an hour. It wasn't nice to watch." Flesh said.
"Three
hours to be exactly." Spydah popped up from behind Flesh. "At that time
your heartbeat and breath were dangerously uneven. Paine wanted to
teach you a lesson, not kill you"
"Oh, really? I thought he found me
lesser then each of you... that he hired me purely as punching bag. I
mean, I don't have your brains or Flesh's power... I'm much weaker then
anybody here on every account." I sadly turned away. Now that my rage
was away, it made place for a minority complex.
"You know the core
difference between you and me, Bogey? I don't put up my best Oliver
Twist personification when Paine's mad." Spydah said, as a way to cheer
me up. And it worked. He called me 'Different' not 'Inferior' or
'Lesser', that felt good. I sat up, feeling slightly dizzy.
"He had it coming"
"And
that is Exactly why you're here." Paine was standing in the doorway, I
winced and held my head, remembering the incident more accurate now
that the instigater was here. "You might not have supernatural power or
brain capacity, but you have wits, an attitude and ego the size of Lee
industries main building, you balance on the rope between bravery and
stupidity and concerning so called street smarts, you excel even
Spydah. Those things can be weaknesses, but you use them as your
strenghts. That, little doggy, is why I hired you"
"That's good to
hear, chief. But just be glad there isn't anything like a union in this
bussiness." I joked, Paine just rolled his eyes and left. With renewed
confidence, I sprang up and went back to fiddle on Viper once more,
feeling better then I had in days.
Who rocks!