14th October 2013 Monday

Day 287

Fun fact for the day: I effectively lose my phone at least once a day, which means I have a heart attack every day! Today, it was camouflaged on my pillow…right behind me while I was turning my room upside down to find it.

I'm looking forward to writing Syrrus; he was always a bit of a funny character to me. Short…because once again I like to think I work well under pressure, but things are still due tomorrow!

Disclaimer: If you are reading this...you know I do not own the show.

Max had his hands bound together in some sort of metal muff. His feet were also secured in the same fashion, keeping him levitated in front of his captor. The child was staring daggers as the large green man continued to float in front of him; pacing back and forth in the air as he recited his monologue.

"Have you and Hamilton been doing this for long?" he ranted, a smirk growing on his lips. He clicked his tongue. "Tut tut, you've been taking advantage of your insects little insect. That's my job!"

"What are you talking about, mister?" Max replied, shaking his head in confusion. Syrrus turned at his words, leaning dangerously close to the tot could see his yellow-stained teeth.

"Don't lie to me, you've been steal the Methuselah beetle's bite to keep your team rejuvenated," he leaned closer, if that were possible, and pried open Max's eye for further study. "Hmm, bit of a change in eye colour, no problem. It'll all be worth it for eternal youth!"

The child cringed at the volume of the villain's voice. A black tentacle slowly crept around the back of Max, flicking at the small wing.

"You still have your wings," the man mused, a thoughtful finger under his chin. Max flinched away violently, eyes widening as he remembered his father's stories.

'Syrrus,' he whispered internally with a locked gaze on the evil villain. 'He thinks I was bitten by a Methuselah beetle. He…he thinks I'm dad!'

"Have you had any side effects to the sting?" he questioned, resuming his hovering pace. Max smirked a little.

"Nope," he replied with a pop. Syrrus loomed in further, pulling a face when the child began to giggle uncontrollably. "You look funny."

"Oh, well clearly you have a childlike behaviour now," spoke the man as he floated a good, 'evil' distance away, tenting his fingers. "But you appear to be more bug than human in your reversed state if your wings are already there. By my count, your insect side should be able to follow my instruction like a marionette-"

His fingers wiggled in the air, causing the little bug to spread his wings and fly up to him; his eyes glazed over with the effect.

"Dance puppet, dance!"

Max ceased his moves when Syrrus lowered his hands. A creepy smile emerged; fangs protruding. "You'll make a fine side kick. Your first mission; send my precious babies to Hamilton Habitat and destroy it until Dex agrees to bow down to me."

He wafted away with a cackle in his throat, leaving Max hovering in his prison device. The child shook his head, smirking subtly in the direction of the clueless villain.

"Man, he is nuts."

R&R!