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well, I know there are some problems with this chapter. I don't know if I found all of it but I was told the last time I show cased this to someone that you can't go from 1st to third person in the middle of a chapter. That was something I was previously unaware of. This story is weird, its definately different and out there. I'd like any advice, I've been hesitant to show this to anyone... This is one chapter of a story I've been working on. I write one page each night, I feel that this story is working out better then anything else I've previously written...


James Loki



A boy has the right to dream. A firefighter, police, officer, or astronaut. A boy may be influenced by society or never have the freedom to attain these things. Regardless, a boy has the right to dream. When a boy gives up on his dreams nothing is left, except for a bitter old man waiting for deaths causal hands to finish the job that fate began.




James, a young boy with a dream of being an inventor. More then anything else he aspires to help people. He lives in a world where there is a such thing as villains. Whether there men who run around in masks robbing banks, kidnapping, murdering, robbing, or faceless corporations trying to cash in on the recent lawlessness. But ever since the appearance of such criminals no heroes have arisen to fight them. Some have tried, but they have all failed. Whether they just weren't good enough to face this new breed of criminals or they were taken down by police officers jealous of their stolen spotlight none have lasted long enough to make a difference. That is, until now.


Chapter 1 Tee Pee Man



I've been hard at work all morning. I was in my basement working on a portable flamethrower. It may sound very hard, impractical, and expensive. However it is actually a very cheap, simple to make and a hell of a lot of fun. The only hard part is finding a nozzle that won’t melt when used for a “long time“.
Before I continue let me tell you a few things about myself. I'm fourteen years old, and I have a passion for creating things. Theres nothing like getting an idea and going through the work to make it a reality. I hope that some day I will be a renowned inventor and that my inventions will actually help people. I lives in San Fernando California, a small house on Castle street. 2 bedrooms, a bath, a very small living room, a kitchen and most important of all a basement.
You might wonder, why is the basement so important? Well its my “base of operations”, or “lab”, whatever you’d like to call it. I've spent countless hours making weapons to exploit weaknesses of villains based on news footage. They’ve never performed duties more extensive then my own personal pleasure up to this point. I've never gone out myself and tried to use them.
I've tried to sell some of my weapons to the Police Department which resulted in quite a disaster. Not only did the police lack any care at all my inventions, they laughed at me. Telling me to go back to school, followed by “Little boy, do your parents know you’re here,” (later visits resulted in similar disasters, sufficed to say no one in the PD had any interest). Their loss really, many villains that have arrived since have similar weaknesses..
A long room almost completely barren except with a few long tables in each corner of the room which held various things that James had been working on one of which had a chair where he would sit to think. 3 windows at the very top of the basement right below the ceiling that led to the backyard. They were just above ground level so that if you stood on a chair you could see what was going on outside This was the basement, the place where a select few of his inventions would come to life (those that he actually bothered to finish).
Etna, my mom hates the basement for some reason she never talks about. She always keeps it locked, I can only get in through the windows in the backyard that I mentioned earlier. I always keep at least a single window cracked enough to open.
Now to continue where I was, I was just putting the finishing touches on my “flamethrower” as I was starting my story (Note: I'm trying to think of an inventive name for this). A brief test showed that it did work, the only question was how much “play time” I could get in before the nozzle melted. Expectations for the new model were high, the last one only lasted a matter of minutes, but it was made of plastic. This new one utilized the head of a gardening hose, so much more was expected from it. I knew I couldn't test it in the basement, there might be an accident. Or the fire alarms could go off, I'd hate to have to explain that one to mum.
This was the latest in many different models. I've already made other similar models but is what made this one particularly special was the fact that it could be disassembled and the various parts could be concealed inside my coat (also the fact that the new nozzle might not need to be replaced immediately). I decided I would do that now just to make sure I could (or maybe sneak out later and go for a little test run), I put on my coat and after several minutes of disassembly I was able to fit it all into the coat quite easily (the fuel tube being capped and put inside a hole in the seam). I'd thought it might be suspicious wearing a coat in the summer especially as hot as its been these past few days but I don't plan on going out much so it shouldn't be a problem...
Being proud with myself decided it was time for a break, figured I'd found out a way to thoroughly test his invention later. It was lunch time, and mom wasn’t going to be back for some time so there was no counting on her to make something for me. It's a shame though, I don't really get much time in the basement. I only spent time in it when mum was away or on the weekends when he “should” be sleeping.
I made my way out of the tight holes that led from the basement into my room (I'd cut a hole in my closet that I could just barely fit through into it, when it wasn't being used it'd be covered by a light night stand). It was a rather plain looking room neatly made, a bed so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. I had made it a habit of being very neat, simply because it keeps attention off of my room. Eventually if my mom had to bug me about it enough she might end up discovering my little passageway.
The Kitchen and the living room were inter-connected. By that I mean half of the room was the kitchen, and the other half was the living room. A TV 2 small Sofa’s and a lazy boy (most of which were never in use). The kitchen had a long counter with various drawers a covered, and a pantry. The counter was filled with spices, bread, steak knives, a blender and various other things that I believed were for cooking but like most boys my age I never bothered to find out.
I decided to fix something for lunch so I headed to the kitchen. Placed one of those mini-pizza’s in the microwave and turned on the TV to the news. Famous Asian reporter Naomi Goldman reporting about the current situation.
Like any Asian reporter she had relatively long hair flowing freely behind her. For an Asian reporter I had to admit she had some interesting assets. Not to mention a bountiful bust that screamed implants. She was headed for some serious back problems, but that’s what you get for messing with mother nature. I couldn't help but wonder when there that big if somehow they might be used as a weapon?
“Recent crime reports show that murder is down for the first time in nearly a year, however kidnappings have sky-rocketed. The recent kidnappings have baffled the police with no leads they were willing to reveal. When we asked police commissioner Godo he only replied “No comment,” A man wearing some sort of “white cylinder” was reported in the area at times that coincided with these kidnappings. If anyone sees a man matching this description they are to call“
-who exactly they were to call we would never know. The police, the studio, A hot line perhaps? We would never know because that was just when I decided to turn off the TV.
“Bah!, why can’t something like that ever happen to ME or one of MY friends? I‘ve been preparing for that day for the last 2 years. Working out, practicing, inventing cool gadgets (though mostly untested) that could blow these guys away. Besides, a man in a white cylinder? How scary is that, ooh I’m the big bad TP man or something.”
Always looking for ways to prove my genius to the world. Sometimes I wonder if that opportunity would ever come if I continued to just wait for it, every now and then I considered going out on my own and seeking out these people. But mum would never allow it, unless I found some sort of “club” or something to join. Some sort of lie that would explain him being absent for large periods of time.
I went back into the kitchen, I was headed for the microwave just as I heard the sound of a car pulling up. “moms getting back pretty early from work, I wonder if some thing's wrong?,” Just as I began to reset the microwave for my pizza I heard a loud *BANG*. The door was kicked in and suddenly a large man dressed in something akin to a large roll of toilet paper had busted through the door. I could not believe what I was seeing, and they talk about the crazy things we wear these days? I had a feeling that this was terribly bad, I couldn't wonder though was this real or some kind of joke?
The “TP Man” had some sort of extremely large gun. Actually it looked more like a rocket launcher. He pointed it at me with a menacing smile. “one more for my collection, just one more before I get my money. Fear the mighty power of the paper!,”
I jumped towards the first weapon I could see, a steak knife in the sink but it was too late. Waited down by heavy ball bearing this was by no simple measure the strongest toilet paper I had ever felt, yet at the same time it was an undeniable fact that I could not deny how very soft and smooth it was.
As much as I struggled I could not break free, I felt so helpless. I did what I could, I tried to cut through the toilet paper, however, “TP Man” grabbed the knife from me and with all his might slapped Loki on the cheek. “That wasn’t very smart, be careful otherwise I'm going to have to show you how I work out my pimp hand. Luckily I won’t have to do this much longer before my first big pay off,” “You won’t get away with this. I swear, I’ll make you pay,” was all I could respond with, brave words but truthfully I felt so helpless.
The "man" slugged me several times to prove a point. It knocked the wind and the fight out of me at least for a time. I had never felt so helpless, like I might really be trapped, regardless of how comical the man I'm facing may be I can't help but admit that I am scared. He dragged me out by the ball bearings of his TP net. The ball bearings seemed extremely heavy, I was spent. At least for the time being I really didn't feel like trying to do anything but think about what might happen next.
Dragged out of my own front door defeated, what was their to do? As he dragged me behind the white van I noticed a logo on it. “Tusha, the toilet paper of tomorrow here today”. Just great, I’m being kidnapped by the toilet paper industry, no doubt for folding it over without the proper technique! Thrown in the back of the van like a sack of potato’s, If I had to this point experienced anything so degrading in my short life it was far from my mind then just now.
I had no trouble hearing the sound of the ignition starting, but at that moment it really didn’t seem to matter much. All could do at that moment was think about the situation I was in. Hadn’t I trained for this kind of thing, but what did I do? Nothing, I was taken in and beat with little effort. What was going to happen now? Was I going to held hostage for ransom? Or did this man have more nefarious purposes for his kidnappings? The telecaster did say that no ransom had been posted for any of the kidnappings yet.
The van drove for some time. It may not have even been an hour, but to me it felt like days. I was angry at myself, it was all I could think about. I made a vow “I will never be taken unprepared like this again, from now on I will be the one who goes out and seeks these men myself. Like the dark prince of calamity before me I will be the thorn in their side that they can never get rid of. Like the pain or itch you feel in your bungehole while in a crowd that can't do anything about for fear of embarrassment ,”
“Whose that,?” asked a mysterious voice “Me? Who are you, I thought I was the only one in here?”, “Its Edward, funny us both being kidnapped in the same day by the same guy. Just my luck,” “Ah don’t worry about it, we’ll figure something out,” This was a half life I told with quite a grin that Edward would never see. I was uncertain as to what I was going to do or what would happen to us, I didn’t have any plans but he hoped to God I'd figure something out. But you can't say something like that in these situations, you have to keep other peoples confidence even if you have little of your own.
“What do you mean, we’ve never been in a situation like this before. Your only this optimistic because this is what you’ve always wanted. Its time to be the hero what are you going to do now? Or did your little wet dreams never cover a situation were your just as helpless as everyone else,”,
“don’t talk to me like that! Were friends, I know your scared and truth be told so am I. But it doesn’t help anything. Like your hero the “Butt grabbin assassin” always says, calm, cool, and collected. The three keys to victory. “Isn’t that the three C’s to communication that there always blabbering on about in speech therapy,” don’t worry about the details. Think about it, if we figure something out now we could be the hero’s.”
Realizing that there wasn’t anything in this world he could tell James that would make him just as scared as Edward was he decided he’d just give up. He said no more on the matter and only tried to think about something more positive. Like the fact that if he got out of there as unlikely as that was a new episode of the show they had been discussing was going to air that night. This only made him more gloomy, it was very unlikely that he would get out, tonight if at all
The vehicle stopped, for some time I could hear only the sound of rattling chains, it was at this time that I realized how stupid I'd been. I had a weapon on me the whole time. Struggling to get out of the net I realized that all the ball bearings were tied together extremely tight. I wouldn’t get out so easily and I didn’t know what was going to happen. It was scary, but at least I knew now that I still had a chance.
It sounded like I had a little more time. I started to put my flamethrower together, the vehicle started and it began to move but this time for only a small distance. “What are you trying to do?” “you’ll find out soon enough” was James response
I put the rest back inside the seam of my jacket hoping that I wouldn’t be searched or anything. I just might be lucky, who in the world would expect a little kid to be carrying such a weapon? The ignorance of adults is usually annoying, but for once it might work to my favor.
After a few minutes the back of the van opened up, I tried as hard as I could not to look suspicious. He looked exactly as he truly was, scared. But for his efforts he was able to hide the excitement burning deep down within him. I felt like a shoplifter, the way you feel when you’ve taken something that’s not yours and your just out of the door and away with your prize.
“Nice ride huh? Thanks for coming, this is my place. Usually I don’t take kids in broad daylight like that but for you two I made an exception. Not that you’d understand but you’re the last ones I needed to make my quota.,” “Quota? What do you mean? why are you doing this?” I asked only out of curiosity
“You see kid, there are a lot of people paying for hostages these days for a number of reasons. Ransom, as bargaining tools for their political agenda’s, even men of science are willing to pay for young children for their unlawful experiments.”
“You know, I was a scientist once. I had made that very substance you are trapped in, a new kind of toilet paper. I was trying to make an extremely absorbent toilet paper that had literally hundreds of thousands of sheets that could be torn from each other. It was also stretchy to the point that a single ply could be nearly infinitely stretched and folded over. Just a single ply could outlast even the worst of the runts”
“I thought it was much more efficient then the method we are using today, the earth has only so many natural resources that eventually we’ll run out. I had solved a crisis maybe a hundred years before anyone even knew it was there. But everyone thought it was “Gross”, that damn board of directors. I was fired for my genius, alas like so many before me I was before my time.”
Loki half expected that any minute now his other friends would jump out and announce some kind of surprise. This seemed far too weird, it was your average comic book villain obsessed over something so trivial that any real comic artist would think it a complete joke and a mockery of the genre. He was even so obsessed with his own life's story to the point were he couldn't bear but tell other people all about it. But right here before me this travesty, a mockery of any old comic book was here. I kept trying to tell myself that somehow this wasn't true
Loki now thought that he had seen everything there was too see. A grown adult wearing a giant roll of toilet paper and using weapons made of it. He was no longer worried, but felt embarrassed for himself being trapped by such a complete dunce.
“That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard in my short life, I was going to try to sympathize with you and your story before I heard it only in an attempt to escape but after this I‘m not even going to try. You don’t even deserve to be called a criminal, your hideous getup is making a complete mockery of the profession.”
“Besides, eventually randomly kidnapping teenagers your going to take somebody important enough to warrant a serious search and you‘ll be found” Edward interjected
The pathetic mans reminiscence of his past was over. filled with anger after a mere child brought up a completely valid point. As grownups often are, they rarely expect that children are smart enough to make their own points. As expected when this happens they usually become quite angry.
The TP mans face contorted into a hideous growl. He smacked my face with all his might and then said nothing more (yeah just slap me, ignore my friend over there who actually made a valid point). The sting of the slap lasted several minutes, I wasn't sure but with how hard it was it might have left a hand print. Picking me up out of the vehicle and dragging me through the warehouse and placing me in a corner next to a group of kids trapped in similar webbed nets he then went back to get Edward in a similar manner.
After that the TP man walked up a staircase and into what appeared to be some sort of control room. It had a nice large window, and some equipment with many levers. After giving us one last stare he closed the blinds on the window, getting ready to do who knows what.
I began to count the children, I thought there was close to a dozen. But the bags were so close to each other it was rather hard to tell. None of them said anything, they only stared at me. Obviously some of them had been here some time longer then him. They looked hungry, frightful, scared.
“Don’t worry, put a smile on those faces. I have a plan, I’ll have you out of here in time for supper,” James said with much confidence
“What in the heck are you talking about?
“Like I said, I have a plan and in due time you will see. Your going to owe me big this time,”
At first I tried to tear through the small hole I'd made earlier, but it was no use this toilet paper like substance was extremely strong. Dangerous as it might be I decided I'd have to go with the flamethrower. It only took a few minutes to put together the flamethrower completely. This was going to be fun, and a good way to test some equipment.
I stood up as much as I could in the netting that had held me down for so long. Pointing it at the hole I hoped to God I wasn't about to light myself on fire I squeezed lightly on the trigger. It was extremely hot, I was very luckily not to have burned himself. It took some time with the thickness of the substance but after a few seconds it seemed to burn up quite well. It helped that the flame was more of a liquid and seemed to stay and burn whatever it touched. The flames stayed there in a sort of liquid form burning for several seconds. It was now just weak enough that I could force my way out.
It would have been a good time to free the hostages but Loki couldn’t risk burning them badly. What kind of hero would that have made him? I only made this risk with Edward ignoring all other pleas to be freed. I didn’t have the right to risk their well being like that. I told Edward to hide, he ran behind the staircase, a good move as he probably wouldn’t be noticed.
“HELLO PEE PEE MAN! Get out here, I got something for ya!” I yelled as loud as I could
The TP man burst out of his room with surprise. “I’ll show you to break out,” This statement seemed very odd to Loki, but it wasn’t the time to think about the darnedest things adults say. The man pointed his weapon at Loki from atop the stairs, “Its going to be just like last time, except afterwards I’m going to show you how I exercise MY pimp hand!,”
“Pimp hand, you don't know the meaning of the word!,”
The TP man shot first, another web just like last time heading straight for me. I jumped out of its way just barely while spraying it enough to light it ablaze. “So you want to burn in your little net do you eh, just take your beating like a man. I began to furiously spray flames towards the man but it was just a little too far. I then noticed that some of them seem to just miss Edward who was at the bottom of the stairwell that I had been firing at.
Running to the door I hoped to lure the man out as he reloaded his net gun. It worked just as he had planned, the man began to descend down the staircase. Once again I took aim while I was trying to run to the other side of him, as I had ran to about a quarter circle around him I fire but this time I had set the TP man ablaze. Apparently his toilet paper like substance burned well, he ran screaming right out the door in a blaze of burning, screaming, fury. I thought that maybe I should feel bad for his pain, but this wasn't the time for that. Right now I could only feel triumph.
“No more worries about that guy Ed,” “I was more worried about myself, you were this close to burning me, something I don’t think he had planned to do,” Edward replied “Yeah, but you have to admit I didn’t and now were free.” Looking at his watch it was only 4, Loki would have believed it was night time if someone had told him so. Yet, where did the time go? He couldn’t have taken us any earlier then 12? I guess time flies when you’ve got your life on the line.
Loki was still shaken up over the whole thing, the only thing he could think about was how lucky he had been to keep that flamethrower with him. Even it being his dream to someday be a hero he hadn’t thought it would actually come in handy, even the day that he had finished it. Yet it had happened here today, he was a hero. He’d be in the papers and everything, maybe even get some kind of award from the mayor.
“come on, I don’t have anything to free them with, lets call the cops and head back home, were Hero’s!”