The Returning
Posted @ 8:50 p.m. on 2006-04-26

The city was in complete chaos. Fires burned, sirens blared, gun shots rang out through the darkness. People were turning on each other. There were too many for the police to keep control of. From off in the distance a beacon had shone for weeks on end with no effect. The streets were clouded with screams of terror and rage. Where was he? Where did he go? Why hasn't anyone heard from him? When will he return? People though he was dead. Some thought that he had enough and left. Even some thought he switched sides and was organizing the chaos, whatever that means. But still, no response, no sign, until now....

Gas grenades popped everywhere causing a cloud of gray haze to cover the center of the street. Out of the smoke rose a demonic figure.

Swooping back into action he, the one everyone had been waiting for, landed between two rival gangs armed with guns, knives, lead pipes, and baseball bats. A hush fell over the crowded street. Sounds of metal hitting concrete were heard for miles. No one moved except a child from an alley way. "He's Back" is all the child said. With a quick glance in both directions the gangs caught the hint.

This was no longer their city. It was his. He would fight and take out all that opposed him. The gangs turned on their heals and ran. Over the commotion a sound like a whip cracking was heard. There, on the ledge of a near by building, stood the long awaited figure of hope. He stood as a statue facing the very thing that sent fear into the hearts of criminals. In a blink of an eye he was gone and all that remained was the signal that he gave the city when they needed him.

Dunananananananana........HUBBYMAN!