Julius P.O.V.
My vision was blurry. I didn't know what happened to me. One minute, me and Sly were talking to Neyla, the next minute, I was lifted up in the air and thrown through a wall. My vision cleared up. I don't know what happened after I crash landed through the building. I opened my eyes and I saw Sly, Bentley and Murray staring at me.
"Julius," Sly said, "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay." I said.
"Good," Sly said, "Glad that you're okay."
I stood up and looked around me. I was back at the Cooper Gang hideout. I decided to rest before me and the Cooper Gang decided to go on with Operation: Thunderbeak. I turned on the TV. An ad for Planter's Peanuts came on, making me reminisce about the time that I accidentally killed somebody by forcing them to consume mass quantities of peanuts.
Flashback. Sunday, April 16, 2017. Easter.
I used to be known as "The Allergy King". I used to always hear about someone being allergic to something, whether it be food allergies, like peanuts and shellfish; or natural allergies like penicillin, hay fever or bee stings. I used to always hear that when somebody was having an allergic reaction to something, the person would go into anaphylaxtic shock. The person would get a skin rash, or their airways might constrict. I never believed in anaphylaxtic shocks. I always assumed that the symptoms associated with anaphylaxis were fake. Anybody could just fake the symptoms to make other people laugh. I soon learned that anaphylaxis was not fake. I would learn that people can die from anaphylaxtic shock.
It happened on April 16, 2017. It was a Sunday. It was Easter. I didn't like Easter. I thought that Easter was the stupidest holiday ever. Nobody really did anything on Easter. All of the local children in my neighborhood always celebrated Easter with an "Easter Egg hunt". Easter Egg hunts were stupid. Some asshole would lay plastic eggs out on the backyard and all of the children would scatter around to find them. It was beyond stupid.
On that particular day,I was in my bedroom of my house. I was reading a Batman comic. Batman is one of my favorite superheroes ever, second only to Ghost Rider and The Incredible Hulk. I am a huge Marvel Comics fan. I've read almost every single Marvel comic known to man. I even read about Marvel Comic's obscure superheroes like Shang-Chi, Blade and Sgt. Fury and His Howling Commandos. I'm also a huge DC Comics fan too.
I was reading Batman #256. It was about Catwoman's Circus Caper. In that issue, Batman learns that Robin has gone to a circus to investigate the murder of a trapeze artist. Batman and Robin run into Catwoman while investigating the circus. Catwoman plans to release precious white tigers to go after Batman and Robin. They capture Catwoman, only to discover that she wasn't the one who murdered the trapeze artist. Batman soon discovers the real murderer. Catwoman, Batman and Robin go after the murder together.
I read a few issues of the Batman comic. Eventually, I grew bored. I decided about going to the neighbor's house. The neighbors in question were the Neon family. The Neon family recently moved into my neighborhood. I met their 12 year old son, Kevin Neon a few weeks ago, shortly after his family moved in. They lived in the house across the street from my house. Kevin was Caucasian, with black hair and blue eyes. He seemed like a pretty nice guy. I hung around with Kevin every now and then. I heard rumors that Kevin had a peanut allergy. His house had little to no peanuts in it. Kevin's peanut allergy was said to be really severe.
I wanted to get to the bottom to that whole peanut allergy thing once and for all. I set my Batman comic book on top of my cardboard comic book box. I exited my room. I went downstairs to the living room. My brother Tommy was playing a Lego video game on the PS4. Tommy was a huge Lego fanatic. He had nearly all of the Lego play sets.
"Where are you going, Julie." Tommy said to me. This event happened 3 months prior to his bike riding accident that would ultimately silence him forever. My mother was out working, as always.
"I'm going over to the neighbor's house." I said to Tommy.
"Okay." Tommy said to me.
I went into the kitchen and got myself a package of Planter's Peanuts. I planned on using it on Kevin to find out whether or not his peanut allergy was real or not. I stuffed the bag of peanuts in my sweatshirt pocket. I opened the front door. I closed the door shut behind me. I walked across the street to the Neon house. It was a bright, sunny day. I walked up the front steps to the front door. I knocked on the door. The door opened and a woman with an olive complexion stood there. The woman had blonde hair. She wore glasses. She had blue eyes. The woman wore a dark velvet turtleneck sweatshirt that went to just below the throat. That was Debra Neon. I was vaguely familiar with her.
"Hi, Mrs. Neon, It's Julius." I said to Mrs. Neon. "Is Kevin around?"
"Yeah, Kevin's around." Mrs. Neon said to me. "He's in his room. Want me to come get him?"
"No, I'll just go into his room and we'll go from there." I said.
"Okay." Mrs. Neon said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Jules."
I entered the Neon household. It was nice. The living room was nicely furnished. On the TV was an episode of My Little Pony. I noticed that it was the old My Little Pony TV show from the 1980s, not the modern My Little Pony TV show that everybody knew about. For those of you who don't know, My Little Pony started out as a girl's toy made by Hasbro back in the 1980s. The My Little Pony line of toys were so popular that it spawned a movie that was released in 1986. Then, it fell into obscurity until the year 2010, when a new My Little Pony TV series was made. And the rest was history.
Sitting on the couch was a little girl who looked around to be the age of six. She had red hair. She was wearing a pink dress. I went upstairs to Kevin's room. I knocked on his bedroom door. The door opened and Kevin was there. He was currently playing an Assassin's Creed game as evident by the Abstergo logo on the screen.
"Hi Kevin." I said.
"Hi Julie." Kevin said to me.
"Can I play Assassin's Creed with you?"
"Sure." Kevin said.
We played Assassin's Creed Syndicate on the Xbox One. We stopped playing after a while. We then watched Dolph Lundgren's Punisher movie. I'm a huge Punisher fan. I've read every single Punisher comic known to man. I know The Punisher comics are extremely violent. That's what I liked about Frank Castle's character in the Punisher comics. Frank Castle's entire family was murdered by the mafia in public. They were having a picnic, when all of a sudden, the Castle family, with the exception of Frank, were shot by the mafia in a drive by shooting. Frank has dedicated his life to killing criminals ever since.
"So, Kevin. I heard that you are severely allergic to peanuts." I said to Kevin. "Is this true?"
"Yes." Kevin said. "I am severely allergic to peanuts. When I consume them, I go into anaphylaxtic shock. My airways constrict and skin swells."
I laughed my ass off at that. There was no way that those symptoms associated with anaphylaxtic shock could be true. It had to be fake. I didn't know anything about allergies at the time.
"That's not funny." Kevin said. "It's serious. People can die of anaphylaxis."
"I don't believe you." I said. "Prove it."
I then took out my bag of Planter's Peanuts. Kevin's eyes went wide. He backed away from me. I pounced on him. He struggled to get free from my grasp. Kevin ran away from me really fast. I chased down into the basement. Luckily nobody was in the basement. I grabbed some rope and tackled him. I tied Kevin to the chair. He was kicking and screaming. I knocked him out. I took a funnel and poured the bag of Planter's Peanuts down his throat. A few seconds later, he airways constricted and his skin became lumpy. I laughed at that sight. Clearly, he was faking his symptoms. I took some more peanuts and poured it down Kevin's throat. Soon, his breathing became shallow. Eventually, Kevin slumped over. I felt his pulse. It was slowing down to a grinding halt. Then it stopped completely.
Kevin's body was ice cold. I was shocked. It was right then and there that I realized that anaphylaxtic shock was no joke. The symptoms associated with anaphylaxis were real. It wasn't fake. I ran up the basements steps and through the living room out the front door. I ran to my house as fast as I could. I didn't look back. That was the moment in which I became known as the Allergy King.