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Superman Stole My Panties

Novel By: kissmyoops

Senior year couldn't be better. Avery's finally dumped her brain-dead boyfriend, she's taking all easy classes, and she finally has a job working at the local McDonald's. Her life couldn't get any better.

But when McDonald's gets robbed by a psycho with a gun to the back of her head, Avery can feel everything falling apart. A mysterious masked man dressed in all black appears out of no where, saving not only her life, but the rest of the restaurant's as well. And thus begins the meetings between Avery and the masked man. He hasn't claimed a name for himself, yet the media has been all over him.

Unoffically known as The Man With The Green Slash, he has taken a liking to Avery. His arrogant attitude matched with the mystery of him leaves Avery curious for more.

And soon she finds herself struggling to figure out who the Green Slash really is under the mask. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 24, 2011    Reads: 5,649    Comments: 35    Likes: 28   

"A local bar caught fire last night around 10 in the evening." News reporter Jimmy Sanders said, looking into the camera as he read of the teleprompter placed conveniently next to it. "Witnesses report to seeing a small figure running from the scene suspiciously before the building caught aflame."
The TV flashed to a scene of the burned building. Police tape boarded the building, a few guards lingering for protection. The left side of the building was blackened the entire way up from the fire, stretching about midway into the building. The corner had fallen off, leaving it exposed to the outside world. The sign that rested on the top of the bar was half burned, half stained by smoke. It wasn't a pretty sight.
"Yet, only moments before fire trucks and police arrived, they say they saw a man dressed in black chase after the suspicious man."
The picture flashed to that of an old man with a microphone that was rather close to his face. The man's eyes appeared to be closed, his bald head shinning slightly off the sunlight.
"He was dressed in all black-really hard to see. But there was one distinct feature that proved he was there." The man said. Underneath on the television screen, a label appeared announcing he was Todd McDermott; Neighbor. "He had a green slash that crossed over his back. It almost looked like his clothing had been ripped open and underneath was green skin. Hell, for all I know, his skin was green. Couldn't see a *beep* part of him."
Sanders' voice spoke over top of the scene as the camera moved to a different position. A close up shot of the sign. The damage was much more evident through that position.
"Police later found Charles Kingston tied to a telephone post only two building from where the fire took place. They later confirmed that Kingston was the initiator of the fire." His voice was shaky at first, but Sanders quickly regained his confidence, finishing up the story smoothly.
"This is not the first time a felon has been found nearly right outside of the crime recently. Many other people have reported to see the same Man with the Green Slash on the scene. Police are now conducting an investigation looking into who this mysterious man could be, and what his intentions are." Sanders faked a small smirk, "However, if this mystery man continues to catch the criminals for us, he might not be so bad."
Sanders composed himself again, pausing for a moment before speaking, "Next up, a local bakery wins a 20,000 dollar contest. How they did it, and what they plan to do with the money coming up after the break."
Rick, the cameraman, motioned with his hand that they were off air. Sanders relaxed in his chair, leaning back.
Mr. Myers, his boss, stormed onto the set, his face furious. He pressed both of his palms flat against the desk, glaring at his employee. "What the hell was that, Sanders?"
"What do you mean?"
"You are hired to look good and read from the teleprompter. Exactly what the teleprompter says." He growled.
"I did."
"You did my ass." Mr. Myers snapped, "You completely skipped over the segment on the Man with the Green Slash."
Sanders gave Mr. Myers an incredulous look, "Do you really think our viewers are going to believe what we had about that? We had no documented proof. It's ridiculous to begin with. It would only make our company look bad if we had that up!"
"I'll decide that!" Mr. Myers said, "If you can't do a simple damn job of reading what you're told to read, then maybe we don't need you to work for us."
Sanders was surprised, "Sir, what you had sounded as if it was something from a science fiction novel. No one can actually fly or break bricks with their bare hand. It's preposterous! Superheroes don't exist."
"Superheroes might not exist, but the public loves mystery. We're going to grab them by their balls and keep them paying attention to our every word with this."
"But sir!-"
"No buts!" Mr. Myers moved back from his intimidating stance, "If you don't read exactly what's on the teleprompter from now on, you're fired. Don't think I will hesitate. Your ass will be off this channel before you can say 'but sir'"-at this point, Mr. Myers raised his voice to mimic a whiney teenager-"and your career on television will be ruined. Do you understand?"
Sanders took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, "Yes, Sir."
"Good." Mr. Myers walked off stage.
Rick looked over at Sanders, giving him a glance of pity. "We're on in 30 seconds."
Sanders took a deep breath, licking his lips. He used all the time he had to calm his heart beat down. When Rick announced the ten second count down, Sanders opened his eyes, staring straight into the teleprompter.
This time, he read it word for word.
No one knew they were being watched. At least not personal. No one knew about the man standing on the catwalk above, watching the entire scene unfold.
Not a soul.
No one knew about him at all.
The stranger shook his head slightly, chuckling softly to himself. He wasn't a superhero, but he was damn sure he wasn't a villain. If the media wanted to portray him that way, good for them.
But he knew otherwise.
He was a freak, a reject. He was a nobody with a strange mutation. Not a physical mutation, but an internal mutation.
Suddenly, that nobody was about to become a pretty big somebody.


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