Electrical Charge
“If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.” — Nikola Tesla
“If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.” — Nikola Tesla
“Now, I’m not trying to make a scene but you see that guy over there?” Nick asks.
I turn away from the bar and see five guys all in nice suits and no ties, stuffed in a corner of the restaurant laughing. One of them, a young punk who looks like the big shot, gropes my girlfriend’s ass.
Not good. I start to go but Nick puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hold it, chief!”
“Nick, let me go,” I warn sternly.
“You don’t know who that is.”
“I don’t care.”
“Please…” Nick pleads.
“You see him? He’s making moves on Nicole!”
“I know, but he’s the son of Anton Sokolov, OK,” Nick warns. “He’s the most powerful man in the city, maybe even the world.”
“I really could care less about that. Get your hands off of me!”
“I can’t have you destroying and punching things all the time.”
“You hired me specifically for that!” I shrug him off.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” he pleads.
“Stupid?” I turn with a smile across my scarred eye and mouth. “When have I ever done anything like that?”
I turn and walk straight for them. I turn on my electric gloves and the spherical Saucers my Master gave me that were forged in the Mountains of Tang, high in the Arctic Halls. They are spherical circles made from Blue Rock Crystals that have electricity charges hidden and infused with in the rock. The saucers turn rapidly and shine with a blue hazy light cutting with the electrical currents anything that touches it.
Nicole sees me out of the corner of her eye as I approach. She’s trying to get their orders as the men lollygag.
“Gentlemen, is there a problem?” I say passive aggressively. Nicole stares me down as she backs away.
“I’ll be right back.” Quickly, she runs into the kitchen, scared of what I will do.
“No, baby, come on!” the young punk pleads with her.
“Don’t you call her that.”
“Excuse me?” he asks, amused. He laughs with his buddies. “Did you hear this guy? Get a load of this! Who are you?”
“I’m that waitress’s boyfriend. Quit it.” The young punk reddens as his men become silent. He rises slowly.
He unbuttons his jacket. “Why don’t you keep her on a chain then? She is a bitch, isn’t she?”
He had it coming. I sock him in the throat as he bites his tongue and blood gushes from his mouth. He chokes on his own blood and holds his neck. Then I punch his forehead with my Saucer in hand cutting and leaving a red mark, spraying crimson everywhere.
His men clamber and pull out their Light Clubs and Tasers. Electricity pulses through our weapons as it radiates a powerful light blinding the customers who start to leave quickly. We stand still, each waiting, holding our positions ready to strike.
They don’t have the balls. So, I go first.
Swinging my Saucers in my hands, I cut and slice necks, legs, and torsos in half. People are scattered everywhere. I hear screams and curses as people run in different directions horrified.
There are two more guys left.
One comes at me as I slice his arm off, sending a current of electricity to his brain, instantly killing him. Then the second thug comes swinging with his static bat as it cuts and slices but I evade each strike. I punch him with my electrical fists and he’s stunned, collapsing from the forceful charges.
One of the last men rises as his shoulder is bloodied and cracks his neck. Ready for a good fight, he smiles like an idiot and lifts two mallets charged with static power.
Pulsating with electrical currents, he swings them violently and with ease. I barely miss them as I duck and roll on the floor underneath tables. I dodge his blows. I roll over onto my knees and scramble quickly into the kitchen. The cooks and servers are in distress. The sounds of mayhem fill the air.
The man with maces approaches me as everyone darts out the back door.
“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he says as he spins them and strikes me in the chest. Pain pulses through my body. I crash to the wall, tased. My body is throttled with electrical currents.
Nicole comes in and screams. The man turns suddenly and grabs her by the hair telling her to shut up.
But I was chosen. I am a warrior of Tang, destined to be a protector of all, even if I didn’t always aspire to those great heights, and I am called now to reclaim my birthright. And so I channel that energy, the electricity pulsing through my veins as it shoots out of my arms and fingertips. Static electricity shocks the man as I protect Nicole from its deadly blows.
The thug shouts in miserable destitution, vowing to never feel pain again.
But it’s too late. I fry his eyeballs. They melt and flow down his blackened cheeks. A single bolt I reserve special for him as it strikes viciously and aims for his head, bursting his brains open.
Nicole lays on the floor as I go to her.
“Nicole, Nicole!” I try to nudge her. Then she wakes. Her green eyes look up at me.
She clings to my neck but then smacks me across the face. “Never do that when I’m working. You hear me? You could’ve gotten me killed!” she says sternly.
I almost miss the pain from the current punch more than what she just gave me. Then I smile as she smiles willingly back.
“Whatever you say, babe,” I say and we kiss as we exchange our electricity within our mouths healing one another from our wounds.
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