Ch 5
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It has been nearly two months since my first visit to the library and my education has reached its limit. As my God had asked of me, I have read almost every book in the wonderful library. Because of that, I learned a lot of things most people would learn in years in a couple months. I know every part of the world, every piece of history, every science idea, and how to do every sort of math problem. I can take a car apart and put it back together. I can drive a car, a boat, a helicopter, and a plane. I can speak twenty-three different languages fluently. I also know how to fight. My God showed me, I know how to fight with a sword, as well as my fists. I keep a long butterfly knife with me at all times.
But most of all, I have experience of a normal life. At least an idea of one. I've read many books about average school life for wimps, punks, bullies, teachers, nerds, geeks, and even about students who are deaf. I also read romance novels, adventure books, crime, and a few about artists. The librarian was impressed with the number of reality I have read.
I also found an interesting book about my 'hobby' as I call it. Jewelry. How to make cute little bracelets, how to make out of this world gems. And… the best part is… How to tell if a diamond is real or not. I don't mind if it's fake if I made it, but if it is one of the ones I stole… Then I toss it out the window. Father keeps checking the street every morning to make sure little kids or homeless men or women weren't around. It's always at the back of my mind to check the ones I currently have but I always forget to do so.
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Today I was heading to the library, my favorite place, to return the book I stole. It was my favorite but I owed the librarian for allowing me to access so many. As I entered the library, smelled it's lovely smell of paper and dust, I noticed that the librarian was gone. In her place was a man in his forties reading a book. I frowned as I went up to him.
"Excuse me," I started. He looked up.
"Where's the librarian?" I asked. The man shook his head.
"If you mean Mrs. Peterson, then I'm sorry to say she was attacked last night. The mugger took all her money and beat her. She's not expected to recover." He explained without emotion. I gave him a look.
"Do you know which hospital she is in? If so, do you know which room?" I asked rapidly. The man sighed and placed his book down.
"Why do you want know?" He asked coldly. I stared at him in shock.
"Why-why do you think? She's hurt. She's my friend, I must visit her at the very least!" I nearly shouted at him. He then did something that I knew my father would do. He chuckled.
"So you're one of those goody-two-shoes bookworms huh? Fine then." He took out a piece of paper and handed it to me. I snatched it away from him.
"What about you?" I asked him.
"What about me? You looking for a date or something?" He said. I stared at him with pure hatred.
"Aren't you going to visit her? She is your superior." I spoke harshly. The man simply smirked.
"So what, she was an old hag anyway, with her death, I get a raise to an easy job instead being a simple assistant." He spoke.
"`By the way, you wanna get a drink at my place and..."I slapped him with such force that he fell back from his stole.
"Go to hell, bastard." I left the library, leaving the horrid bastard seething. My skin glowed gold and black for a split second then was gone before I noticed.
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"I alway meant to give this back." I spoke softly as I placed my beloved book of the invaders in the hands of Mrs. Peterson. She smiled weakly.
"I have been wondering where this book went, I planned on selling it with others to another library. But, I am glad you enjoyed it." She spoke softly. She knew that I stole it, but she didn't say. I smiled at her.
"It was very interesting, it even had a section on…" I pause for a split second before speaking the name, no, title that I hate for no reason. "Ultraman."
"Oh, Ultraman, the silver giant, the warrior of light, what an amazing being." SHe removed her glasses and cleaned them with the hem of her night shirt. She was sitting in a wheelchair facing the window of her room. I glanced at the glass.
"You got a good view, I have never seen the park from this sort of view." I spoke. She laughed weakly as she put her glasses back on.
"When I was your age, I used to walk through the trees. It was a lot bigger back then, but monster attacks cut into it and now the only real park is Central Park miles away. It was in this park that I met my husband, who was stargazing. You should have seen him. He would look up for hours at the night sky with no regard of the cold. He jumped out of his skin when I appeared above him." She chuckled then continued.
"It was love at first sight. He was studying to be a pilot. His father was apart of the science patrol, whose members knew the original Ultraman. He wanted to follow his father, and he had. When we married, he would take me up on his ship, it was a small one, it couldn't leave the planet's atmosphere, and show me an entirely different Earth. I never had seen such beauty before, and seeing my joy, he would constantly take me up to see the world.
"Oh, those were the days before so many monsters. Once they started attacking, we couldn't fly together anymore. He would tell me tales of how he would fight alongside Ultraman, and how he witnessed the giant's kindness. An alien attacked and planned on wiping out humanity. Us, humans, wanted to kill him, but the silver giant protected him and showed us his ship, full of children of his race. They were the last of their kind, their planet was burned away from war with another race.
"The silver giant led the alien and his many children to another world, far from Earth, where they could start over. Earth never heard of them again. Oh, such kindness. He decided to listen to their cries instead of letting us humans blow them away out of fear. We are so foolish, us humans. It's a wonder why the great silver giants bother protecting us at all.
"Speaking of, there's an Ultraman currently fighting on Earth, isn't there? Somewhere in Japan if I recall correctly, though why just Japan doesn't make much sense to me. What was his name? Max? Willus? Nexus?" The librarian went on. I closed my eyes and thought for a minute. There have been many Ultraman that fought for Earth, some not from M-78. They are heroes, protectors, guardians. They are a kind people. A people that I hate. Why do I hate them so much? I have no reason to hate them, but I do. My god, is this part of the memory I have lost.
I shook my head and continued thinking. Mrs. Peterson wants to know the current Ultraman. Max and Nexus were previous Ultramen. There has been no Ultraman by the name of Willus. The current Ultraman. Who was it? It started with an M… wait… that's it! I was silent for a while as Mrs. Peterson thought to herself before speaking.
"Ultraman Mebius."
"Yes! That's his name. A young warrior, but a kind one. I heard he gave the peace sign to a little boy who was traumatized by a monster's attack. Ever since then, that boy has worked hard to become a GUYS member. All because of the simple act of kindness done by Mebius. Mebius. He takes on his predecessors. Oh, the kindness of the Ultramen, who can equal such pureness." The librarian smiled.
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AN: Now what idiot would name an Ultraman Willus? Lame! ;| Review!
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To Ginga2Sam: 1st of all, thx for the review. And no, the god is not Mefilas. Since I finally got a review for this story, I will give you a hint; The God is similar to Ultraman but vastly different in a handful of ways. ANy Guesses? Besides, would Mefilas say Yay Yay Yay? *-*
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