Take Me Under

Sunshine roamed around the clouds high up in the sky as brightness made its way over the busy city of Metropolis, the light from the heavens excelling while hectic work resumed and morning hours stroke the clock. Some of the citizens were still fast asleep in their beds while others were at work trying to make money. Located amongst buildings and apartments of the demanding conurbation, in one of the edifices, which looked like a tall high-rise, was a certain man doing certain things. It was murky and bleak in the room though, with all the curtains shut, the only light coming from a medium sized television placed in the middle of the space, and the only noise was from the tube too.

Fancy items decorated the room, on dressers and end tables while paintings hung from the walls, and as the sound of a police pursuit echoed through the ramparts, sitting in a metal seat was an elderly man wearing a pair of clear glasses. Beside him stood two tough-looking-men, their hands behind their backs as they too watched the TV. The extremely early morning was not getting to any of them as they continued with their 'job' and with life. Sitting in the chair was non-other than the biggest crime boss of Metropolis. With his face looking seriously at the television, he kept his eyes looking out for something on the screen, waiting with his hands to his chin and his elbows on his knees as the sound of the recorded cop-chase filled his ears.

Suddenly grabbing the black remote on the glass end table next to him and pausing the tape, he pointed his finger to the display and beamed vilely. "There." The man, Morgan Edge directed to the people behind him, the sudden halt of the video simply showing at least twenty armed law enforcement agents aiming their guns at a robber who was wearing a black mask and holding bags of money in his hands. Confused and puzzled, one of the men, of course wearing all black with his smoothed back black hair, darted his eyebrows down, moved more into the TV monitor, and squinted his eyes to see what his superior was talking about.

"Wha-…where? I don't see anything." He stated, still looking for whatever his boss was staring at as Morgan leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms to his chest with the smile still planted on his lips. What he had been searching for since the day he met an individual man was finally there, and it was as if his life was complete. Taking a mug that was next to him steaming with coffee, he placed it to his mouth and took a sip from it while bringing his finger up again and guiding it to the screen again.

"Look at the woman police officer in the front." Morgan told him, gulping another swallow of the caffeine down his throat as it took a few seconds for the man to see anything through all the chaotic fuss what was that was going on at the place the television showed. Nodding his head though and taking a step back, he chuckled and kept his head bouncing as he took realization to what the tape truly held.

"Oh! Now I see it. She is a babe, isn't she?" Elbowing the other thug, who stood rolling his eyes, the man chuckled when suddenly a glass lashed at his head and shatter into a million pieces, causing him to yelp in pain and bend down to his knees. Afterwards he brushed all the sharp slices out of his crown when the sound of his supervisor's exclaim flowed into his ears and made him mentally wince in regret for what he had said.

"The damn bracelet, Johnson!" Morgan yelled in frustration, shaking his head as he kept his eyes staring at the VDT just so he did not feel more anger rise in his body. Shaking his head this time to get all the crushed cup chunks out of his black locks, Johnson sighed as he straightened his position and snarled at the other brute across from him, who looked like a statue with his arms behind his back and his face staring at the TV in front of him.

"It's just a bracelet sir." He admitted, the bangle dangling from a female officer who had her arm raised up with a pistol in her hands. "Look closer." Edge demeaned, placing the coffee cup in his hands aside next to him as he watched through the corner of his eyes his gangster get on his knees and stick his face two inches near the monitor, which caused him to roll his eyes. Darting his eyebrows up in awe and confusion, he turned his head to Morgan and blinked a few times in both bewilderment and the light that was still glowing in his eyes.

"Glowing? I-It's glowing?" Johnson stuttered, his eyes wide as he looked at the box in front of him again just to make sure he was seeing things right. And he was. The wristlet was shimmering not with the sun down on it, but for an unknown reason to anyone who saw it. Nodding his head, Morgan pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned once again while taking the beaker the other thug next to him handed to him. As he took a large gulp of the scotch in the cup, he could see the man in front of the TV still trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Yes, now look at the thief in the black mask." Morgan ordered, closing his eyes as he felt another guzzle of the thick liquid fall down his throat in pleasure. And just as he wanted, another confused expression planted on Johnson's face as he slowly turned his head back over to him and licked his dry lips, his face clearly showing the shock yet mystification that was in his mind and body.

"He's sick." Saying this in a statement and not a question like before, Johnson looked back at the screen and stared carefully at the robber, who was holding one hand to his stomach and his other trying to keep himself up. It looked as if he was about to vomit or explode in pain, even if you couldn't see his face with the ski façade that was covering his head, eyes, and cheeks.

"And what's making him sick?" Edge asked him, waiting a minute for a simple reply as the man just gazed at the screen in confusion, his eyes not blinking as he tried to find anything small and unnoticeable on the tape. Not even seeing gas to make the burglar ill though, he looked back at Morgan, who growled and grabbed his shirt to bring him closer to his body in irritation and annoyance.

"Do I need to get a smarter ruffian for God's sake!? What is the bracelet made out of?" He shouted as he released the black cloth and let the man shakily look back at the TV screen, his eyebrows darting down in puzzlement to what he was seeing.

"Some green crap." Johnson told him, hearing an exasperated sigh from the other hooligan as he looked back over at Edge, who clutched his teeth and watched his other employ walk out of the room before nodding his head as he understood what he was trying to say.

"Exactly! That's what I want you to make it out of." Morgan said, ripping off his glasses and rubbing his tired face. Everything would be so prefect if he did not have a dimwitted hoodlum working for him. As he put his glasses back on, he saw that Johnson was still sitting in front of the medium screen in wonder and amazement to a man so strong that he would rob a bank was getting so weak around a simple bracelet. Growling though, he slammed his hands down on the end table next to him, causing the glass with his scotch in it to shake and the man to snap his head around in surprise. Pointing his finger to the other side of the room where you could see the light shinning brightly through one of the doors, he hissed loudly in annoyance to him as he shakily got up before he even spoke.

"Go! I'm giving you twenty-four hours and that's it!" Nodding his head and stumbling to his feet, he gulped loudly and began to rush towards the room the other thug was already in, not even daring to say another word due to the bad mood his boss seem to be in. It was because of him though that Morgan had a horrible temper. He only had so long to do what he wanted to do, and every minute that went by a chance was lost in the dust. Sighing loudly, he felt like slumping down in the chair and mumbling curse words, but as soon as he saw the picture frozen on the screen in front of him, a smile slipped onto his face.

Chuckling malevolency, he grabbed the remote on the end table, played the tape, watching the female officer now step back, and give the robber time to heal and run out of the place in a split second. "Secrets don't always stay secret Mr. Kent. I'm afraid you're going to have to find that out the hard way." Edge said as grabbed his glass and gulped down the rest of the drink, the strong taste overwhelming his senses while he cackled and brought the now clear glass up to the small screen, which was sizzling with the snow channel.

And the only noise that filled the room from that moment on was the sound of the static echoing from the television and the resonance of Morgan's malevolent laughs.

To be Continued…