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He sputtered awake, coughing as he rose faster than he expected.
Stopping, he looks around to see that he was in the ship's medical bay.
Looking down, he sees his body slowly returning to his peak physical form from 1994.
Looking up again, he sees Dr. Coral through the protective equipment.
“Mitch?”
“Nice to see you again,” Mitch says to Dewey as he lifts his surgical glasses & pulls down his mask. Dewey gets off the table and hugs him, Mitch hugs back.
Logan and Jerry look at each other, they high-five each other, having just prevented a heartbreaking death.
That gave him a massive boost of happiness which he needed and for Jerry, relief of not living in a bleak household & keeping River’s promise.
The white shimmering light reappears again at the foot of the door.
Mitch gives him a pat on Dewey’s back as he breaks from the hug.
“I’ll see you soon, I will call her to tell her about your condition,” Mitch tells him as he walks to the portal
Watching Mitch leave, he puts his shirt back on as the portal closes.
“Bro, you looked like a king in your younger days,” Logan says.
Dewey smelled the air, it was smoky with dry air sweeping into the cabin.
“What are you burning?” Dewey asked.
“The thing in your body," Logan confirms.
“Good,” Dewey answered.
The three are silent, Dewey then starts feeling tired.
“Logan… Is there a bed I can rest on?” Dewey asks as he feels even more tired.
“Yeah sure, down the hall, go down the steps to the left. Try and hold onto the guardrails at least.” Logan directs Dewey to the resting rooms.
Dewey left the hospital room, walking down the hallway before going down the metal steps.
At the bottom of the steps, he saw several beds, not rinky-dink sh*t hospital beds, actual beds.
He saw a waterbed near a large window that had a black filter over it, he walked over to it and without even a second thought, he fell onto the bed, grabbing the quilt before sliding under the covers and putting his head gently on the pillow before he fell asleep immediately.
Screamington College, Middle of Period 1
The school had descended into a full-on lockdown, with six officers patrolling each hallway so nobody else would break in or out.
Third Level was partially shut off as the police were in the middle of the investigation of the fight.
Mary looked at the destruction of the female bathroom, the scene was marginally more damaged than the hallways as officers lifted one of their own through the hole.
Turning on his torch, he saw wires, and a second later, he saw somebody hunched over with small bits of sky peering into the darkness.
Getting up onto the ceiling, he kept the light trained on the hunched person as he army-crawled his way to Ashill’s side.
“Do you see anything?”
“We have a two.”
He rolled him onto his stomach and he saw the broken spinal column.
“We now have a four-two, repeat four-two.”
The police medical examiner gets called and by the time he arrives at the scene of the dead body, the police have removed the body from the ceiling and placed him on the floor.
He went to work establishing the cause of death and seeing the signs and effects of a high-speed collision with a solid object.
Looking up at the ceiling tile, he sees a ceiling tile that was slightly bent & blackened by whatever was thrown at it.
“He went through that.” He called out to the officers and pointed out at the ceiling tile.
The officers went up to the tile and removed it out of the and that’s where they saw the partially broken roof and the rubble that fell to the floor.
“Mary? How strong was this metal man that your daughters talked about?” Pete asked.
“Enough to leave a mark on the school and Stars Stadium.” She said as she motioned with her shoulders at the surroundings while mentioning the events at the stadium with tons of collateral damage to walls, tables, glass & columns.
Looking at the long tear in the brick wall, she looked in depth to see if any evidence was left behind.
Seeing the start area, she noticed a small piece of metal that had been embedded in the wall, she put her gloves on to remove the small piece.
Pulling slowly, she put her foot on the wall to pull it out, clinking onto the floor, and she looked at it to see the metal in question.
It was a part of a ring that would connect to a gauntlet at the index joint, the officers started looking at Mary as she placed it in a bag.
10:30 AM, Deep Forest outside of Screamington
The wind howled in the new areas of cleared forest. The wind blew against the invisible troopship, but if anyone was close, they could hear distinctive music coming from somewhere.
Dewey stroked his freshly cut watery chin as he saw how good his face used to look a year ago, but by that time, the now-dead infection had gotten worse.
“Jerry. Pass up the wave comb.”
Jerry obliges, handing up the comb, Dewey takes it before briefly deciding what hairstyle he wants.
“What do you think?”
“The ponytail,” Jerry adds.
“No. Plus I don’t have a beard anymore to rock it, plus, Brook would dislike it.” Dewey denies.
“You never know, she might like it.” Jerry defends his answer.
“The bun,” Jerry suggested.
“Yeah sure, let’s do that.”
Dewey combs his hair back, and the once up-standing hair gets flattened and pushed back onto his head. After doing that, he feels some of his hair hanging at the back of his head.
“Do you have any hair ties, Jerry?” Dewey asks.
“I have several of them, From Lake.”
“Just give me one,” he says which Jerry does, giving him a small pink hair tie that Dewey saw.
Not being the one to complain, he stretched it and put it on, tying it around.
He looked at himself in the mirror, looking much better than he did that morning. Seeing the shirt was too big for him, he took it off.
“Hey Logan, Are there any shirts I could use?” Dewey calls out to the front of the ship, he sees the red light emitting from the co*ckpit.
The windows in the co*ckpit had the black shutters down as Logan watched back footage of the planet’s news from this morning.
His face was cold & unemotional as he watched his one-sided fight with Meldani, the bent corpse was still imprinted in his memory after what occurred nearly two hours. Switching between channels, going past the live channel of the twenty-five mugshots with two crosses across the people either killed or arrested by police. He then stopped at the search engine.
Sitting up in his chair, he looked at the keyboard, and typed “The Tumor”.
The search results showed a medical report on what to do with the results being very explicit
“Contact your Local City Doctor for surgery to cut it the f*ck out!”
“Prolonged exposure will lead to a slow and painful death.”
He looked at the wiki entry on the results and saw that had recently been updated
“1 Minute Ago”
He clicked on the wiki, he had a brief idea of why it had been updated so recently.
Looking at the contents, seeing which ones had recently been edited, he sees to the right of “Notable Persons of Interest.” which has been changed alongside the see-also section.
He clicked notable persons of interest, he saw the list of Safiran’s including King Safira before seeing the name of Dewey at the bottom of the list, his name was red which was meant to indicate that his wiki had not been created.
He sighed in defeat before hearing the sloshing of feet walking up the steps.
“Logan.”
“Yeah?” He said while he wiped his eyes.
“Shirts. Do you have any shirts that I could use?” Dewey asked him, he saw Dewey’s new look with the tied-back hair and a fitter form.
“Like the look. I will show you where the shirts are.” Logan comments before getting up from his seat to lead the shirtless Dewey to where the shirts were being stored.
After Dewey got scanned and fitted with the size-correct, long-sleeved shirt which was tight on his muscular body, he walked out to see Logan back in the co*ckpit area, with a map of the entire Wassshington state, all with small green dots to indicate where the remaining golden empire members were.
He noted that one was currently 29.28KM away from their location, it was Neil, who was traveling at 60 miles an hour to Monstropolis.
“Right, we’re going to be headed to the outskirts of the city,” He says, pointing his pinky finger at the dot (Neil) with Jerry hopping up onto the dashboard.
“How long will it take to reach the location?”
“19 minutes for us,” Logan states, sipping his drink to keep him up.
"Right, let’s get to it,” Dewey says.
“Right. You heard the middle- well, more like, young man.” Logan says before correcting himself before he and Jerry leave the co*ckpit.
“We ain’t taken the…” Dewey asks as he points at the co*ckpit before he sees the floor of what was once a massive open space turn into a garage with the most futuristic car he has ever seen appear before him.
"Ok, Speed Racer." Dewey jokes.
The car was white with light green stripes on the hood, the doors opened to reveal two car seats which would be beneficial to any occupant that would enter the car, the car looked like a sports car with the suspension of a mountain car.
Logan & Jerry got into the car, Jerry going into a little compartment in the dashboard.
Dewey hopped into the car with his seat keeping him wet and hydrated.
All three put their seatbelts on, Dewey looked on with nervousness about how they would get out of the ship and into the outside world before the natural light started coming in, his eyes adjusting to the light to see the green earth outside, as the car tilted down.
“3, 2, 1.” J.O.H.N counted down before the car was released, Logan putting his foot down on the gas pedal.
The ship locked itself behind and went invisible as the car left the ship & drifted to the left, going towards the dirt path that led out to the paved road to the city.
Dewey screamed in horror as Logan traveled at a speed he did not like for Logan’s age, Jerry was grinning as they reached the end of the dirt road and drifted into the paved road, Dewey going silent as they went onto the paved road.
“Right. Arriving at the location in 18 minutes.” Logan says.
Period 2, Screamington College, Classroom L2-9
The class was in a deadly silence, the buzzing of a fly was the noise being emitted as students were silent either doing their work or just out of it mentally, their minds still having the events that occurred in the morning freshly playing in their minds, those working had the events in the back of their minds except for two students.
Melissa was going about her work with relative ease but her train of thought kept buffering because of the newly proclaimed “Metal Demon” actions against the two members of the Golden Empire.
During the buffering of the train of thought, she wondered if those two had been waiting for them to come to school and start a similar event.
She saw her friends shifting a note onto her work desk.
Stopping her work, she opened the small piece of paper.
“Dean saw the person’s face. It was dark gray with black eyes.”
She perked up with interest at the little tidbit of information about this person’s identity. She wrote back on the back of the paper.
“Interesting…”
She went back to work, recess happening twenty minutes later and the two female monsters discussed the apparent male monster that Dean saw.
“How did Dean see this scary face?” Melissa questioned her two-headed friend.
“Well…” Tasha says before Trisha cuts her off.
“Dean was on stage, he had helped Jeremy get up when he saw this faceplate of this person went up so this golden guy would look at him in his black eyes,” Trisha tells her.
Both walk into the cafeteria where both see a crowd around one of the many tables, all silently watching something happening at the table.
The two see Samantha holding up Diana and head over to them.
“What’s going on?” Melissa whispers to Samantha, who turns her head slightly to acknowledge that she heard her friend.
“Johnathan is sketching what this Logan person looks like from Dean’s recounts,” Samantha tells her.
Melissa is surprised that this person who had captured the now-named Devin had a name. She heard whispers while they waited for the sketch to be done.
After two minutes of waiting, the group around Johnathan moves back as he gets up from his seat at the table.
He stood up, still looking at the drawing. He walks a few steps out and then shows the crowd the sketch of what this Logan person looks like from Dean’s account.
All four got a good look at the sketch.
The four have their first few thoughts about the police sketch, Trisha thought he was relatively scary while Tasha was enchanted by how terrifying he looked. Diana did her best to hide her admiration, and Samantha was the same as Trisha.
Melissa looked at the drawing, it looked good along with the person on it.
“Hm! Good looking kid.” She says in a voice that allows, only her friend group to hear it, their eyes widening at Melissa’s comment.
Meanwhile, Dean kept looking down as he silently relieved the tragedy of getting shot at, his mind then wandered as he started listening to the radio at the end of the table.
"Residents are advised to remain in their homes, the car appears to be white with-"
"Green lines... Logan." Dean says to himself which a majority of his peers hear.
