Jessica Pierce's story | Kendall Pack
Hey, there goes Hat Boy. First question. What kind of a name for a super villian is Hat Boy? I've been wondering this for the whole span of our friendship. Here at Hill Academy for the Criminally Superb, I was alone until Hat Boy came along. Everyone always made fun of him for having such a stupid, unimaginative name. But I didn't. I thought I could trust him.
"I thought I could trust you." I repeated out loud.
"I bet I'm really sorry somewhere in here." Hat Boy patted his hand over his heart and laughed.
"I didn't want to have to kill the one friend I've had in the 17 years I've been around." I was truly distressed, but had no problem with killing him now.
When a spy arrives, he's got to go. And Hat Boy fit the bill. I had found him in the dorms where we were standing, facing each other now. He was, a few moments earlier, contacting his superiors at the Kingdom. Next question. What kind of a superhero names his base the Kingdom?
Doesn't matter.
My blood was rising and that idiot stood there. I wanted to kill him. And he had to kill me. So, after a short time of deliberation, I lunged in to protect myself for a few more minutes of life. I had to kill him.
Piss on his grave! The chap had a gun. We had always said, a supervillian needs no weapon but his mind. Looks like little Hat Boy forgot that rule. He whipped off three shots in my direction. I dived behind the wall to think and strategize.
Why was he shooting me? Why didn't he use his own powers? The bullets are clumsy, hard to kill with because you can't tell them where to go. But he could have destroyed me like I had seen him do so many times before.
That's when I understood. He was called Hat Boy because of that stupid stovepipe he always wore. Then that's where his power was based. It was quite possibly an amplifier. He was a fool to let me find him without it.
I sprang up and ran around the corner. My leg ran directly into a bullet. But it didn't bother me. One more whizzed by my ear before I was able to catch up to him and throw him down. He was so frightened that I smiled before I punched him. I grabbed the gun from his hand and checked the chamber. One bullet left.
He was struggling to get away, but Hat Boy was pinned down. I put the gun to his temple. He began to beg for his life. I began to pull the trigger.
It clicked three times befor it found the last bullet. Hat Boy was still after that. He wasn't begging and he certainly wasn't fighting. That's all I needed to do to shut him up.
"I thought I could trust you." I repeated out loud.
"I bet I'm really sorry somewhere in here." Hat Boy patted his hand over his heart and laughed.
"I didn't want to have to kill the one friend I've had in the 17 years I've been around." I was truly distressed, but had no problem with killing him now.
When a spy arrives, he's got to go. And Hat Boy fit the bill. I had found him in the dorms where we were standing, facing each other now. He was, a few moments earlier, contacting his superiors at the Kingdom. Next question. What kind of a superhero names his base the Kingdom?
Doesn't matter.
My blood was rising and that idiot stood there. I wanted to kill him. And he had to kill me. So, after a short time of deliberation, I lunged in to protect myself for a few more minutes of life. I had to kill him.
Piss on his grave! The chap had a gun. We had always said, a supervillian needs no weapon but his mind. Looks like little Hat Boy forgot that rule. He whipped off three shots in my direction. I dived behind the wall to think and strategize.
Why was he shooting me? Why didn't he use his own powers? The bullets are clumsy, hard to kill with because you can't tell them where to go. But he could have destroyed me like I had seen him do so many times before.
That's when I understood. He was called Hat Boy because of that stupid stovepipe he always wore. Then that's where his power was based. It was quite possibly an amplifier. He was a fool to let me find him without it.
I sprang up and ran around the corner. My leg ran directly into a bullet. But it didn't bother me. One more whizzed by my ear before I was able to catch up to him and throw him down. He was so frightened that I smiled before I punched him. I grabbed the gun from his hand and checked the chamber. One bullet left.
He was struggling to get away, but Hat Boy was pinned down. I put the gun to his temple. He began to beg for his life. I began to pull the trigger.
It clicked three times befor it found the last bullet. Hat Boy was still after that. He wasn't begging and he certainly wasn't fighting. That's all I needed to do to shut him up.
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