Wizard of Oz part 2- Original fic by MISTER BIG T
I know it's Tin man, not Steel man or Metallic man, but Steel, sounds better.
Dorothy suddenly felt something moisty hit against her cheeks. She painfully opened her eyes and saw someone throw an another rotten egg and a tomatoe at her. She was in middle of a marketplace, being taunted at.
"In the name of Oz, stop!" yelled the mayor as he ran up at Dorothy. "My God, I'm sorry miss about all this. We have had dark times and people are really uptight." he gaggled undoing her ropes.
He gave a murdering look at few peasants and they knew that tomorrow, they'd be hanging from a tree.
"I....I want to go home..." she quietly whimpered.
It's not like her home would be any better either, but atleast there she knew who to avoid and who to trust.
"Oh but you aren't around here, are you? Your clothes...Your accent... I'm sorry my dear, but I can't help you. But I know someone who can." he replied, releasing the final piece of rope. "Who?" she asked.
"Oz." he replied, almost in trance.
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The words echoed Dorothys mind as she walked away.
"Follow the yellow road" she had been told.
The road was indeed yellow. Bright, vomit inducing yellow.
Unknown to her, the Mayor spoke to a crystall ball as she had left and said "Master Oz. The woman is coming at your place as you wanted."
Doroth moved along the road. She admired the beauty of this place. It was like the old times children stories or paintings. Suddenly, she saw someone laying on ground. It was a old scurvy Scarecrow. As she was going to pass it, it suddenly grabbed her hand and it's left eye rolled around in it's socket.
"Help me up Kiddo!" it proclaimed, opening it's mouth with few pieces of hay dropping, like drool.
She was affraid, so she did as she was being told to do.
"Ahahaha! EYEBALL SOUP! MWAHAHAHA!" it laughed, nearly falling down again, it's eye rolling around again.
Dorothy was kinda scared. She knew this person was insane.
"Ummm...How can someone be so funny?" she said, trying to compliment him.
It was getting more certain she was talking to a male.
"Special treaatments! Doctors put person on table and then... Whahahaha! They put elecrt...Elecrti...Lightning kind device against your head and WHAM! Funnyny!! " he replied, now taking hold of his head and making a buzz noise.
"Your...Brains got grilled? Oh...You poor thing..." she said, feeling sad inside.
Why was this creature tortured like this?
"Hey, I know. I'm going to see Oz, he is rumored to know anything. Maybe he can help you?" she finally dared to ask.
Scarecrow was silent for a second.
"Heey! Could be! Afterall, he was the one who did it in first place!" he finally repsonded with a laughter.
Dorothy hurried alongside with Scarecrow, watching his movement. She was too affraid to let him go behind herself. She was hoping that soon, it would all come to an end.
AT THE SAMETIME...
A man, made out of purest steel leaned against a wall, resting his bloody axe. Perfect warior. Born to kill and harm. And he gave no mercy, as he lacked every bit of emotion that made anyone a human. He had a job. He had to liberate the town from the Monkey invasion. He thought, no, he KNEW that was the purpose Oz had created him for. To kill. And kill... And kill till his cold steel would be covered from stains of blood of his master's enemies.
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The Iron man slashed his mighty axe again. And a new monkey died. He raised it and crushed the skull of an another monkey and punched his fist through an another. Blood was drenching his silver armor and his emotioneless face did not show anger or hatred. It showed determination to get the job done.
It felt like a hour, but it was only several minutes, when the Iron man had gotten rid of the monkey attack. Gongratulating himself from a job well done, he decided to go back to his master.
But unknown to him, one Monkey had not died completely. It got near the man and stroke bellow the armored part, between the man's joints. There came a ding and a small piece flied clean off. The monkey then flied off, leaving the Iron man remain in the same position. He couldn't move without that part.
To be continued...