Chapter 5
Sparky awoke suddenly as the lighthouse shook. The door had been thrown open- and violently. Sparky growled bending low, throwing off the wires. His antenna vibrated with static electricity his fur pricked in preparation. He had been caught before and it wasn't happening again. Footsteps clunked heavily up the metal staircase. The sound resounded, each step heavier and closer than the last. Rearing back, Sparky, puffed out his chest, ready for danger. A bald head appeared at the staircase followed by an angry face- a human face.
The angry man, shaved bald complete in a one piece suit and shiny black shoes. In clearly spotless formal wear he had opted for mirrored lens sunglasses which he constantly resettled on the bridge of his nose. He stared down at Sparky with practised authority.
"I bet you are the one who has been playing with the light." From the inside of his crimson waistcoat he drew a small leather- bound notebook. After making a great show of flicking through the pages he settled on one and read:
"My cruise was wonderful up until the night party, we were passing a lighthouse that kept turning on and off. Such strove lighting did little to satisfy the class of my guests thus I am sad to say the chance of me repeating such a voyage is unlikely," Snapping the book closed he sighed, pushing his sunglasses down his nose, he drew close to touching,
"I say that in the interest of my customers, I must ask that you stop interfering with the publically funded establishment, or may I remind you that my enterprise is responsible for 70 percent of your pitiful towns income,"
Sparky who, truth be told, wasn't really listening- he was staring unblinkingly at the cruise ship gliding seamlessly; dangerously close to the rocks. But he returned to reality just in time to hear "Publically funded," He drew himself to full height allowing his six arms to fill with the electrical current, more powerful than the Manhattan power grid. With a flick he sent a Jigawatt jolt right through the big man. The sheer power sent the man careering toward the wall of the lighthouse. The man's Spotless one piece suit instantly combusted the rubber soles of the designer shoes managed to soak up a large portion of the shock. However, it was still enough to burn every item of clothing to crisp ashes that floated upon the breeze out the lighthouse toward the cruise ship. The surge didn't stop once the man connected with the wall. It conducted out of him straight into the metal walls, the metal plates passed the current on and on till the lighthouse physically shook with pent up electrical energy. It flowed through the plates into the workings of the spotlight: It travelled up wires melting the copper interior; it incinerating the plastic exterior; it fried the small motors that made it rotate and finally it filled the spotlight's heavy duty bulbs. The bulbs grew brighter and brighter like a cup of water getting fuller and fuller and inevitably it overflowed. The bulbs shook with violent force, the vibrations increasing unto the point of collapse and beyond. The bulbs finally burst. The resulting shards blasted in all directions raining down upon an ecstatic Sparky. His prison was gone. Now millions of pieces. He felt empowered- elated once his family found out he knew they would be unhappy. If they ever found out. They never visited so why should they? He thought the last one with absolute certainty. If they don't care why should I? With that he took off leaving just enough time to hear the man say:
"Publically funded,"