Ch 6
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"I witnessed a human transform into Ultraman once." My head perked up at that. Ultraman... A human? Ultraman is human? Ultraman is Human? Ultraman is human! MY head spun at the truth. Ultraman is human. I knew it, I know it, But I don't know it. I don't remember. I shook my head to clear my confused thoughts then looked at Mrs. Peterson.
"What do you mean?" I asked, eager to learn more. She simply closed her eyes and chuckled softly.
"My husband, it was only for a single battle, but he became Ultraman to protect me and my unborn son. Forgive this old woman, you must be bored to death of my silly tales." She apologized. I sat up straighter.
"Not at all, they were… are, your life, I want to hear them." I encouraged. She grinned at me with semi yellow teeth.
"Oh, you're so sweet. He became an Ultraman to fight a kaiju. I believed it was called… now let's see… what was it… Zetton! Zetton crashed into Earth and began rampaging. After a while, my husband transformed and fought him. He won the battle, and we were able to move on with our lives. My son grew up to be apart of the GUYS crew, a mechanic if I remember correctly. He was with me a little earlier, but he was called in." She spoke sadly. I gripped her fingers.
"Mrs. Peterson, you're lucky. Some men working for the government wouldn't have been able to come at all! Your son came right away. You should be proud of him." I spoke. She closed her eyes and smiled, a small, simple smile.
"I'm already very proud of him, from the very bottom of my heart. Just like his father, maybe he, too, can become, if only for a moment, Ultraman." Her pulse started fluctuating.
"Mrs. Peterson? Mrs. Peterson? Mrs. Peterson!" I began to scream as the doctors came in and her heart flatlined.
"Mrs. Peterson!"
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I headed towards the library. The bastard was starting to close up. I approached from behind him. As he was locking the door, I took out one of my blades. I didn't realize it, but my body began to change. He turned around, into the sharp end of my knife.
"Go to hell." I spoke as I pulled it out. He stared at me with pure fear in his eyes.
"A...a….a….a...al…..al…..ali…" He died before he could finish whatever he was saying. I turned away from his bleeding body. The street lights made my vision red. Late night shinys caught my eye. The night out made them stand out brightly. They were impossible to ignore.
"Pretty shinys. Must have shinys." I spoke quietly. But first I need to get the ones that were stolen from me back. Back from those blue men. Back from the horrid police.
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I walked into the station. A woman glanced up at me then focused more on the paperwork on her desk. I went up to a man who was writing something behind a window of glass.
"Shinys…" I spoke under my breath. The man didn't look up.
"Shinys." I repeated, much louder. Her glanced up.
"I'm sorry what?" He asked plainly. I stared at him.
"Give me back my shinys." I demanded softly. He simply sighed.
"You must be looking for evidence then, just go down the hall and the evidence room is at the very end. Whatever you're looking for is probably there." He explained, pointing to the right.
"Thank you." I started walking towards that direction. I heard the man call out to a friend of his and ignored him. Near the end of the hallway, I found the evidence room and I opened it. The first thing I noticed was a man decked out in a blue uniform looking up at me.
"Can I help you."
"My Shinys." I said. He shook his head.
"You'll have to be more specific than that." He stated as he lifted a piece of paper.
"Whatever you want, just right it on this sheet with your name, phone number, and since you seem to be a minor, your parents signature. Good day." He lifted the sheet and made an attempt to give it to me. I glanced at it, than back to the bars.
"Shinys."
"Yes, you said that, now just sign the paperwork and…" The man rambled on. I ignored his and walked towards the door.
"Hey, you can't go in there without permission!" He grabbed me. Using my training from my God, I threw him off of me and into his ugly desk. He didn't get up. I took my big knife out and destroyed the lock. An annoying alarm sounded as I entered the room that has all of my shinys. I slashed several more locks and began looking through many boxes. Papers, guns, knives, phones, computers, a baseball bat, a couple pairs of glasses, I am not sure I should mention several other things, and…
"Shinys!" I found them all in one box labeled Local Thief. I grabbed the box and hugged it, then I got an idea. I'm already here, so why don't I teach these horrid police what happens when they steal from me! I went around Evidence and started collecting items I like. Cool photos of murder victims, pretty knives, more shinys, a couple of books, a police badge, and a statue of a Greek Goddess. I placed everything into the box where I found my lost shinys. When I walked out, I noticed the police were all knocked out with their guns out. Did I miss something?
"They were going to interrupt you." A voice spoke from behind me. I sighed tiredly as I was held in a gentle hug.
"My God."
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"Do you want revenge. She was a good woman… for a human. The man that attacked her… do you want to kill him?" My God spoke from behind me. I stood in my room, surrounded in piles of jewels, books, and weapons of all shapes and sizes. After Mrs. Peterson's death, I went on a shoplifting spree.
"He killed her, a kind old woman, for what, twenty bucks? Unforgivable. Tell me where he is and I will gut him like a rat." I spoke coldly. My God laughed.
"Lucky! You are almost complete. The murderer… he is snoring on your chair downstairs." He spoke. Rage flashed in my eyes.
"I should have killed him long ago." I grabbed a large knife.
"No! Not that one. This one." Something golden flashed on my bed.
"Kill them and regain your memory. Then, you will be free." With that, he disappeared. I walked toward my bed and picked up the blade. It was long and golden, the hilt shaped in a spiked halo, like I was holding a sun. Looking at it, I knew. I knew what I had to do. I sighed. I really am going to kill the one known as my father. I may have to run.
I looked around at my room. Shiny diamonds, big books, and pretty blades. No guns. I don't like guns. They're noisy. I looked at my bookshelf, emptied of all of my library books, full of bags of shinys. Bags. I remembered something I took a long time ago and got on my knees. I swiped my hand under the bed until I grabbed a leather strip. With a small tug, I pulled out a duffle bag. In it was a smaller bag. Without hesitating, I began to put all my shinys, books, and clothes in the large one, and in the small one I placed my favorite blades. I paused for a minute when I pricked my fingers on a pin. The head of a hero. Ultraman Taro. I stared at the image. If Ultraman was so great, why didn't he help me? Why didn't he help Mrs. Peterson? I tossed the worthless piece away.