KNOCKOUT — Chronicles of Krypton

“How the turn-tables have…I need help.”

“Yeah, can you send another bus to ‘Bus-stop 4587?’ I can change my mode to the Interesting Company’s below-ground travel if that will help,” I plead. The one day life seems to go well has to end; My medical professors were finally happy with me after I had to do countless more extra work to prove myself to them as a “variant” to them. And while I was helping an elderly roll their electro-chair through the road as it was losing power, I was too late to the stop.

“Sir, the bus will not be able to come back to your location. Good day.” She exclaimed with huff and puff of anger, I already knew I was somewhat in the wrong but what did she gain by taking her anger of life on me. I should’ve said an old meme that used to flow through the good ol’ meme sites, “Bye Felicia” but the moment was over.

I muttered to myself, “Imbeciles these days” before realizing I was one! I forgot to charge my foldable PassionFruit experience so I couldn’t call my good mates who would help me out with this issue. Dam, how the turntables…I need help.

With no other choice but to either join the unforgiving grounds of the sidewalk or find a nearby place with kind people who will either give me a quick charge to call someone and a replenishing sip of sweet orange juice or they might just capture me and hold me hostage before I would pay a ransom and then enter the after-life when they would realize that I’m in need of financial saving. I chose to hope for the bright side and ignore the latter scenario.

In just 15 minutes, I got lost in the city that I thought I knew my whole life but its sunlight was packaged, sealed, and shipped to arrive with the light hours later. Could life get any easier?

I didn't have to ask that question because the answer was quite apparent.

It took only about around an hour I guessed for my feet to cramp and my back to feel like quitting. I didn’t even have any “Non-Addictive Pain-killers” on me to let me go on with adrenaline.

Thankfully, the Supreme didn’t make me suffer more of my karmas as I found a lit-up Christmas tree of a lab I presumed. Surely, they’d lend a hand or a mental one to a fellow learner of science?

44 minutes of snooping later: Present Heck

“HELP ME. PLEASE LET ME GO. I’LL PAY YOU PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHI — ”

“Oh, what do we have here? A meaningless life? A gift from our savior, perhaps.

My constant screams of fear and yelps of hope, hoping it would melt these cynical vile peoples’ hearts. It only showed that their hearts were replaced with madness and agitated them quickly after a few hundred times.

Multiple tears drop from the eyes that were witnessing cruelty down the feet of a so-called — -dummy.

Now, tranq this enlighted fool that his sin might just lead us to our greatest breakthrough. What says you, wanna crea — tarnish history. Oh, who am I kidding, it’s just a pathetic dummy. At least rejoice that you will die at the hands of the children of the future. Chant my brothers and sisters;

“futurum est nostrum”

“futurum est nostrum”

“futurum est nostrum”

“futurum est nostrum”

“futurum est nostrum”

“futurum est nostrum”

“futurum est nostrum”

After a couple of the chants, the sound of evil was soon diluted when I could see the switches and levers be pulled.

A sound thunderstruck the Earth.

I didn’t even see it coming. Neither they did.

The pointy-ray guns started emitting the chemicals over me. All I could see was me being engulfed in this colorless gas and feel radiation going through my lungs, and over my body, blinding me. Before I pass out on the sight of a lifetime, I see the white crystalline-shaped shards stuttering the barrier between me and the cult scientists. Before I passed out, I saw the presumably lead scientist mouth two words. Just two, probably because his mouth would soon be able to move after the immense pain of the crystals;

“Oh shi — ”