Chapter Three
Airport Defender
Rigby POV
The plane was going to land soon, and I could hardly contain my excitement. I had gone a week without seeing Mordecai, and when I found him, we were going to make up for lost time. Don't get me wrong, I am not gay for Mordecai, but I would much rather spend time with Mordecai than my yodeling great grandmother. The plane landed, and I picked up my backpack, (full of books, games, and other things), and went into the airport. I saw a familiar blue jay sitting in one of the chairs near the gate I came in from: Mordecai. He stood up, and we did our usual best friend greeting. Afterwards, I noticed a major change in him,
"Whoa," I said, "When I left you were pretty flabby, now you have some serious muscles. What's your secret?" He bit his lip, like he was hesitant to tell me,
"We'll get to that later," he said, "when we're in a more privet place." We got my luggage, and then we went to the coffee shop in the airport to swap stories what we had done during our time apart over our hot drinks.
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Mordecai POV
I was having a blast talking to Rigby, but I had to wait until we got back to our house before I told him of my sudden powers. Suddenly, I felt the tingle in my spine again. I felt it when Margaret was in danger, so I guessed she was in danger again. Was it Benson? I didn't know, but I had to prevent whatever danger from hurting her. I had to lie to Rigby, as much as it hurt.
"I have to use the bathroom." I said, and swigged down the remaining coffee in my cup. I quickly left to get to Margaret, but as it turned out, it wasn't her who was in danger. I saw a MASSIVE monster, which could be described as a Silverback gorilla that was tripled in size and made of sheer golden stone. It was smashing whatever was within arm's reach, and if you could have seen it, you would have guessed that it was able to hit Godzilla in the chest by standing at his feet. I had to stop this thing before it hurt somebody. I ran at it at full speed, and going way faster than I normally could. I slammed into the monster, and knocked it onto its rear end.
The Monster let out a bellow of rage, and got up. It launched its massive fist at me, but I jumped into the air and dodged perfectly, like we rehearsed it a million times. I countered by kicking the beast on the back of the head. Now it was furious, as it plucked me from the air before I had a chance to land. It tossed me like a free throw, and I sailed back to the coffee shop. I smashed through the window with the coffee shop's logo on it.
"Run, Rigby." I yelled. Rigby fled, and the other customers and staff weren't hesitant to follow his example. I didn't feel too much, just the thing squeeze me like a rubber bath toy. The flight and smashing through the window, not at all. I got up, ripped the counter out of the ground, and heaved it at the monster. The behemoth just smashed the counter with its fist and ran at me. For its tremendous size, this thing was fast.
I jumped into the air to kick it in the face, but it caught me like a frog catches flies and pinned me to the ground. It was about to land the finishing blow, and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow. But it never came. Confused, I slowly opened one eye, and to my surprise, the monster was locked in the position it was in when I shut my eyes.
"So this is the chosen hero I have to train?" asked a voice in disbelief, "hoo boy, I got my work cut out for me." I looked to where the voice had come from. And I saw a man. This man looked like time had been a bully, for there wasn't a spot on his visible skin where there weren't any wrinkles.
"Come on," said the man, like he was in a hurry, "push the hand off of you so you can join me at this table." Confused, I gave the hand a shove, and it came right off me. I stood up and joined the man at his table.
"That soda you had wasn't any normal soda." Said the man. He was dressed in a golden robe, which I guessed was extremely comfortable.
"I kind of figured that," I said, "once I drank it and got these… powers, and yet the salesman drank it and died."
"That gumball machine drank it too, didn't he?" asked the man. I nodded.
"Well, let me explain." He said, "I have a brother, and the two of us try to change the fate of the world. To do this, we extract God Nectar, which is something that only our chosen heroes can drink without dying. Anyone else who drinks it, dies a sudden death. Once the nectar has done its job to the body, based on what emotions they go through, or actions they preform afterward, they either become a hero and go with me or a villain and go with my brother. You helped your friend calm down after her rough time with the gumball machine, and then protected her, so you are the hero. Your gumball machine friend, however, began killing people, so my brother will train him."
"Are we thinking of the same person?" I asked, "Last I checked, Benson wasn't the kind of person to kill."
"Well," said the old man, "YOU weren't the kind to save lives, but that's the beauty of God Nectar, it can make drastic changes in a person. The most heroic soldier can become the most malicious assassin. On the flipside, the most dastardly mastermind can become the greatest hero, the world has ever seen. Now, you still have to take care of that monster there." He nodded at the still immobile gorilla. "That is one of my brother's monsters that he sends to kill the hero I choose. I have to help you hone your skills even more." He looked around the room, and saw a soda machine with some Peachy Creamy in it.
"Bring me that bottle of Peachy Creamy." I did as I was told. When I got back to the table, there was a gold ring and a silver bowl at the table.
"Pour the soda into the bowl." I did so. The man took the ring and dropped it into the bowl. The soda began to bubble relentlessly, like it was boiling. It continued to do this, but then there as a massive flash. When my eyes recovered from it, the soda was gone, and the ring was glowing a peach colored glow.
"Put on the ring." Said the man. I reluctantly did. It was hot to the touch. I slid it onto my finger. The ring began to glow even brighter, before melting into my hand.
"Now," said the man, "you can now use your powers at will. Just a few conditions. First, do not use your powers for evil, second, do not harm the environment unless absolutely necessary, and third, do not ignore a plea for help, no matter what it is. Are we clear?" asked the man. I nodded.
"One more thing," said the man, "ball your fist, and then put it out in front of you, like you are holding something" I did, and a yellow bar appeared in my hand. Before I knew what was happening, I was holding a sword. It was a golden handled sword, with a long, blue blade. The finger holds on the handle fit my hand perfectly. The sword itself was just light enough so it wasn't too tiring to use, and yet I could tell it was heavy enough to do some real damage.
"Use this sword," said the man, getting up, "and you can beat the Goliath." The Goliath was obviously the big gold Gorilla. "I will find you when you finish, then we will start your hero training." The man seemed to fade. I heard the confused and angry bellow of the beast. I refocused, taking advantage of its confusion to give a downward slash to the beast's back. It roared in pain. I held the sword in one hand, pointing the blade at the figure.
OOH, Cliffy. This is longer than my usual chapter.
