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Super-Mod (Part 1)
By Aragorn
It was long past midnight on Dan’s JP3 Page and the streets of the Site were practically deserted as most of the reasonable members were fast asleep in their comfy beds. However, a lot of members were also out partying up the clubs. Pink Sapphire had been one such member and was now stumbling down the lonely sidewalk of the main Message Board page, obviously drunk. Under her opened jacket, which the light cool breeze often blew open, she wore a red dress, her party clothes for the night.
She stumbled and tripped but caught herself on the side of a building, giggling noisily to herself. She straightened herself up to the best of her intoxicated abilities and continued walking/stumbling down the sidewalk, soon passing by a long pitch black alley. Seconds after she passed by, multiple voices of laughter echoed from deep inside the alley.
The laughter got a bit louder and louder as three shapes walk out from the alley, snickering. All three wear long trench coats. One of the gang members, Carna, has dyed-green hair with a circular golden medallion hanging around his neck, with a green jewel in the middle. On one side of him was RezSez, who was a bit on the short side and a tad chubby. His black hair was spiked up in long thick points. On the other side of Carna was Maitiu54, who was a taller man that also had his hair spiked up, but not nearly as dynamically as RezSez did. All three of them carried baseball bats, and Maitiu54 also wore a pair of metal knuckle rings on one hand.
The trio started following Pink Sapphire, quickly closing the gap between them and her. She leaned against a wall to catch her balance once more and Carna rushed and stood in front of her, blocking her path. She turned to move around him but Maitiu54 stepped in her way. She turned around to face the way she came from, but RezSez blocked that path. They had her surrounded.
“Let me by!” Pink Sapphire slurred, still quite heavily under the influence.
“Oh come now, sweet thing, surly you aren’t ready to go home,” Carna smeared. His voice lowered to a whisper as he went on. “You know, we can have our own party right here.” He leaned in and licked Pink Sapphire’s cheek. She tried to cower in disgust.
“Leave me alone…” she pleaded.
“Oh come on!” Carna shouted. “We’re pretty good partiers, if I do say so myself.”
Carna leaned in to her again, but she slammed her foot forward, nailing Carna in the shin. He let out a yell and bent down to rub his shin. The girl cowered away, only to have RezSez grab her by the hair and tilt her head back hard. She began to cry as Carna stood up.
“Hold her still, Rez. Time we teach this bitch how to respect us.”
With Carna’s signal, Maitiu54 stepped closer to the girl, raising his chrome bat high in the air. Just as he was about to swing it down, a gloved hand flew out of the darkness from behind him and grabbed the back of the bat. The hand pulled the bat back, causing Maitiu54 to step back as well. The bat got yanked from Maitiu54’s hands and flung away. The three punks turned their heads to look at the newcomer.
The figure was dressed in black from head to toe. He wore a black baseball cap with a giant ‘SM’ on it, stenciled in white. Below that, the figure wore a pair of sunglasses and covering his mouth and nose was a black bandage. Whichever parts of his face were still visible, was painted black with facepaint. The figure wore a black trenchcoat, opened up revealing a dark gray shirt. Below that was a pair of black jeans, toped off with a pair of black boots. On his hands was a pair of black gloves.
“I highly suggest you let the girl go,” the figure spoke.
Carna, RezSez, and Maitiu54 looked at each other and smiled. RezSez let his grip on the girl go. “Sure, whatever you say.”
The three turned to face the figure, smiling in evil delight. Maitiu54 took out a switchblade, popping it open. “You shouldn’t have taken my bat, asshole.”
RezSez and Maitiu54 rushed the figure, Maitiu54 jabbing his blade forward, RezSez swiping his bat. The figure jumped in the air, flipped over their heads, and landed in a crouch behind Pink Sapphire. He stood and turned, grabbing the girl from behind. He twirled around, causing them both to turn. After they turned, the figure let go and continued turning, so he was now facing the punks again, Pink Sapphire safe behind him. The figure jumped straight up in the air, swinging his foot out, kicking Maitiu54 right in the bottom of the chin.
Maitiu54 stumbled back and tripped on the curb, falling backwards. RezSez ran with the bat and swung down, just as the figure dodged to the side and slammed his elbow to the back of RezSez’s head, causing him to stumble forward. Then the figure half-turned in the opposite direction from before, and elbowed him in the face. He swung his foot at the back of RezSez’s foot in a hook, tripping the punk, making him fall.
Pink Sapphire, finally slightly more sober after her frightening encounter, couldn’t decide if the mystery figure would attack her as well. Realizing she didn’t want to stick around to find out, she turned and ran away down the street.
The figure raised his foot up and slammed it down on RezSez’s chest. RezSez yelped in pain and let go of the bat. The Figure kicked the bat away. “Get lost and make sure I never see you again,” he warned.
Carna, who had stayed out of the duel, took a step towards the figure, slightly amused by his display. “Who are you?”
“I’m Super-Mod.”
Super-Mod turned and ran off into the darkness. As Maitiu54 and RezSez picked themselves up, Carna stared into the darkness where Super-Mod ran off into.
***
The following morning, the hallways of Dan’s Page High School were packed with students going about their business. Some were at their lockers, others were talking with friends, some were heading to classes, and others were aimlessly walking. One of those students, Aragorn, walked into the main hall from outside, a heavy bookbag slung over his shoulders. He had heavy purple bags under his eyes and he yawned as he walked down the hall, heading in the direction of his locker.
“Aragorn!”
Aragorn turned and saw JP3 Girl walking up to him as she pushed through a sea of moving bodies. “Hey, Jp3 Girl,” Aragorn greeted back.
When she got closer, JP3 Girl noticed Aragorn’s eyes. “Wow, you look horrible.”
“Gee, thanks.” Aragorn replied, srcasticly as they continued down the hall.
“Late night last night?”
“Yeah, kind of. Couldn’t sleep.”
“Well you know you can always call me on my cell, even late at night,” JP3 Girl offered a she lightly bit her lip. “I don’t mind waking up and talking to you.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass,’ Aragorn replied, completely oblivious to JP3 Girl’s secret feelings for him. “Unless you’re really boring on the phone and can put me to sleep.”
They both laughed for a minute, but stopped when JP3 Girl waved to a group of her friends who had sighted her. “I’ll catch you later,” she said as she rubbed Aragorn’s shoulder with one hand. “Hope you sleep better tonight.”
“See ya around,” Aragorn replied as JP3 Girl went and joined her friends. Aragorn stared after her as her and her friends disappeared around the corner. A hand fall on Aragorn’s shoulder and he turned to see his friend, Malcolm, standing there.
“JP3 Girl,” Malcolm sighed. “A year below us, yet mature enough to already be graduated. And the object of your heart’s desire for as long as I can remember.”
“Malcolm…” Aragorn trailed off, hoping his friend would catch his drift that he didn’t want to talk about it at the moment.
“You know it’s true,” Malcolm continued, ignoring Aragorn. “Everyone knows it.”
“She just got out of a bad relationship. I don’t think she would want…”
“Now would be the perfect time,” Malcolm interrupted. “Oh by the way, Happy Birthday. Almost forgot.”
“Thanks,” Aragorn replied without much enthusiasm. He started to walk away, wanting to get his books and get to class. Malcolm kept pace with him and noticed Aragorn’s sleep-deprived eyes for the first time.
“Wow you look…”
“Shut up,” Aragorn cut Malcolm off. The pushed through the crowds as they made their way down the hall. One of the many people they passed was a nerdy kid named Cameron. Malcolm Stopped to talk to him, and Aragorn stopped as well, slightly amused with what was about to happen.
“Hey Cameron, I got a trick for you,” Malcolm said.
Cameron turned and smiled. “What is it?”
Malcolm took a quarter out from his pocket. “I bet you five bucks that you can’t roll this quarter from the top of your forehead down to your chin, without it leaving your face.”
“That’s easy!” Cameron stated, thinking this was going to be the easiest five bucks of his life.
“I don’t know,” Malcolm continued. “I tried it last night and I couldn’t do. It was really frustrating.” He gave the quarter to Cameron, who put it on its side at the top of his forehead and rolled it down his face, to the bottom of his chin. However, Mark was unaware that minutes before, Malcolm had ran a pencil over the edge of the quarter and it was leaving a pencil-lead line right down the middle of his face.
When he finished, Cameron proudly beamed. “See? I told you it was easy!”
“Gee Cameron, you sure showed me,” Malcolm tried his best not to laugh. He took his quarter back from Cameron and he and Aragorn started walking away, giggling.
“Hey, where’s my money?” Cameron asked.
“We never shook on it,” Malcolm called back to him. They walked further away and as they did, Malcolm took out a pencil and started running the lead over the side of the quarter once again.
“I wonder why that kid doesn’t have any friends,” Aragorn said, more as thinking out loud then an actual conversation with Malcolm. “I mean, I know why we aren’t friends with him, but why isn’t he friends with the other nerds?”
“I was told it was because he lied to them a lot,” Malcolm answered. “Made up stories about himself so he would come across as better then he really is. They found out. Cameron was always a looser. Born that way I think.”
Aragorn chuckled as they continued on to their lockers.
***
Inside the JP3 Chat Club, ‘Truth’ by Nerd played loudly, the speakers booming with bass, throughout. This specific Club was a kind of hidden refuge for thugs, street punks, and criminals of all kinds and all ages. Throughout the room were even some ‘dirty’ Mods mingling within the crowd. Heavy cigar and cigarette smoke clung around the room. There were dozens of tables set up, some used for various card games, others used for dealing drugs, and there were booth seats for just sitting and having conversations. There were no windows or any way for outside light to shine through into the criminals’ personal club. There was a bar set up at one end of the room and nude dancers dancing in cages with neon bars of all colors. Strobe and neon lights flashed all over the room.
A chubby but muscular man, JurassiClaw, sat in one of the booth seats, two topless women on either side of him, cuddling him. Carna walked over and sat in the seat opposite JurassiClaw. JurassiClaw stretched out his hand, offering Carna a smoke. Carna took one out of the pack and put it in his mouth, using his own zippo to light it. He leaned back as he breathed in and then out on the smoke, putting his zippo away again.
“I hear you got some news on this little boy playing hero that’s disrupting a lot of my business,” JurassiClaw said.
“That’s right Mr. Claw, I…”
JurassiClaw cut Carna off, “Please, call me JurassiClaw.”
Carna continued from where he was cut off, “I had a run-in with him last night. Me and my crew. The little son of a bitch took both of them out in just a couple minutes, and you know how tuff they are.”
“Is it true what they say? About him being just some kid?” JurassiClaw’s interested was brought up a few notches. Carna’s gang was indeed one of the toughest around.
“He certainly looked and sounded like he was no older then eighteen at the most.”
JurassiClaw shrugged, no longer as interested as he had been seconds before. “Then it’s just a fad. Some pimply comic book fanboy geek that wants to feel like one of his great pathetic idols. It’ll pass as soon as his fad ends.” He paused, planning on ending his say there, but thought about something else and decided to continue. “Until then, he could pose some kind of trouble. He’s already a minor nuisance. Does the bugger have a name?”
“He calls himself Super-Mod.”
“Judging from reports of the fucker, it would seem he only comes out at night. I want you to recruit more members into your gang. Hell, I’ll even supply you with some. Then I want you to go looking for him. It shouldn’t be too hard. Just cause some kind of ruckus and I’m sure he’ll come straight to you like a moth to a flame. And you don’t need to worry about the Mods. I have most of them under my payroll, so they won’t get in the way. Once you have him, crush him. He’s only a boy after all. He may be strong, but he can’t be that smart.”
“Yes sir. He’ll be as good as ours,” Carna replied.
“Make sure that he is. Now, can I buy you a dance?” JurassiClaw raised his hand and snapped his fingers as Carna smiled. Within seconds a nude dancer walked over and sat on Carna’s lap, giving him an exotic lap dance.
JurassiClaw turned and began making out with the two women on his sides.
***
After school ended for the day, Aragorn and JP3 Girl walked down a sidewalk together, the school far behind them.
“You don’t have to walk me home, you know,” JP3 Girl smiled, amused.
“I know, but I have to walk past your house on my way home anyway,” Aragorn replied, trying his best to cover up his feelings for her. “And I like talking to you,” he added. “I can talk to you about things that I can’t with anyone else, not even Malcolm.”
JP3 Girl smile grew as they continued down the street. “So what do you do for fun?” She asked, probing Aragorn for more information about himself.
“Oh you know, this and that,’ he replied. “Dressing up as a superhero and saving the day mostly.” Despite his sarcastic tone, Aragorn was in fact, not lying. JP3 Girl laughed, picking up on Aragorn’s sarcasm. Aragorn smiled at her laughter.
JP3 Girl bit her lip and decided to take the next step. “Well you know, if you ever want to get together and do something sometime, just give me a call or come on over. I’m usually home.” She paused, and then added on as a joke to go with, what she thought was, Aragorn’s joke. “Besides, I could probably use a dose of ‘saving the day’ to spice up my social life after Joxer and I broke up.”
Aragorn suddenly turned solemn and proceeded with caution, not sure if the subject was a touchy one for JP3 Girl. “Yeah, I’m sorry to hear about that.”
“Don’t be,” JP3 Girl replied, to Aragorn’s surprise. “Joxer was a dushbag bastard. I’m happier now that I’m not with him.” By this point they were in front of JP3 Girl’s house and they had come to a stop. “Well this is my house,” JP3 Girl stated, changing the topic. “I guess I’ll talk to you later on.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Aragorn said back. JP3 Girl turned and headed inside her house. Aragorn sighed, wishing he had said more instead of just standing there like an idiot. He turned and continued on to his own house, putting his hands into his pockets.
***
Fifteen minutes later, Aragorn walked into his own house and removed his shoes in the entry porch. “I’m home!” he called out as he entered the hall.
Raptor, Aragorn’s dog, came running instantly and jumped at Aragorn. When Aragorn leaned down to pet Raptor, the dog licked his face as if he had never seen his master in years. Aragorn laughed at his pet’s playful greeting. “Ok boy, down.”
When Raptor allowed Aragorn to continue into the house, he walked into the kitchen, Raptor following close behind him, and saw his parents sitting at the table. They turned to look at him as he neared.
“Oh Aragorn, you’re home!” his mother exclaimed happily.
“Happy Birthday, son,” his father greeted. Aragorn thanked him with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. Truth be told, his birthday didn’t really excite him anymore, and it didn’t help that he hadn’t gotten many presents, or anything good, for years now.
“How was school?” his mother asked.
“The usual,” Aragorn replied. “Got a little bit of homework to do tonight.”
“We only got you one present this year,” Aragorn’s father said. Aragorn would have been disappointed if he hadn’;t already given up all hope for future birthdays. His father continued, “However I think it’s something you’ll really like.”
“Wicked,” Aragorn replied, again with fake enthusiasm. But first he had something he had to take care of. “Jjust let me use the bathroom first. I’ve really been needing to go for the longest time.” Aragorn dropped his bookbag onto the floor and went down the hall to the bathroom.
Once the door was closed, he leaned close to the mirror and checked his eyes, sighing. The bags under his eyes looked even heavier then earlier. His parents were sure to notice. He knew he had to get some sleep that night, but still hadn’t quite figured out how.
He opened the door and headed back out, not being able to wait to get his birthday over and done with. He returned to the kitchen and found his parents standing and smiling.
“Your mother and I knew how much you wanted one ever since Uncle Zap taught you how to use one<” his father spoke up. “Luckily my dealership got a supply of them in just the other day.”
Aragorn looked at his parents, a huge genuine smile forming on his face. If it was what he was thinking, then this was going to turn out to actually be his best birthday ever. His face radiated with uncontrollable joy.
“Is it what I think it is?” Aragorn asked, nearly hopping up and down.
“Go check for yourself,” his father beamed. “In the garage.”
Aragorn turned and rushed to the garage door, his parents close behind him. He opened the door and walked into the room. A white sheet covered something big in the middle of the room. Aragorn’s father moved past him and went to stand beside the object. His mother made a corny fake drum roll noise as his father reached and pulled back the sheet, revealing a brand new shining black motorcycle.
Aragorn’s eyes lit up. “Wow,” was all he was able to say. Aragorn’s father reached down to the floor and pulled up a black helmet. He wiped a speck of dirt off and tossed it to Aragorn.
“Take it for a spin.”
A large smile broke across Aragorn’s face.
***
JP3 Girl was in her bedroom, sitting at her desk, doing homework. She sighed and squirmed in her seat, stuck on a particular question. After a few seconds, she sighed out of frustration and threw her pen across the room. She hated math. It had always been her worst subject. She had no idea if Aragorn was good at it, but she was thinking about giving him a call and finding out, when her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
“Can you get that, dear?” her mother called out to her from her sewing room.
“Yes mom!” JP3 Girl called back. She got up and made her way to the door as three knocks sounded throughout the house. She opened the door and Aragorn was standing there with a helmet in his hands.
“Let’s go for a ride,” he smiled, sure of himself.
“A ride?” JP3 Girl was confused, and Aragorn saw that in her eyes. “I didn’t know you had a car.”
Aragorn moved to the side his face lit up with joy once more when he saw JP3 Girl’s expression when she saw the motorcycle. She was speechless. “I got it as a birthday present,” he explained.
“It’s your birthday?” JP3 Girl asked. Aragorn nodded and she was shocked that she never knew. She immediately felt bad for not having wished him a happy birthday. “Happy Birthday. Sorry,” She apologized. “If I had known I would of gotten you something.”
Aragorn didn’t care about that kind of stuff. There was only one thing he wanted from her at that moment, and he already asked her for it. “Don’t worry about it. So you want go for a ride?” he repeated.
JP3 Girl smiled. “Sure, just let me get my jacket.” She disappeared inside for a few seconds and then re-appeared wearing a short black leather jacket with brown fur lining the edges of the bottom, the top, and the middle where it got buttoned up. They walked to the motorcycle and JP3 Girl climbed on behind Aragorn and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Aragorn grinned as he closed his visor and started the bike up. Maybe if things kept going as good as they had been lately, he’d soon move on to asking her out on a date. Aragorn pushed the thought out of his mind for the time being as they zoomed off and he brought her around the Site on his motorcycle. They zoomed past the school and down dozens of streets, passing by houses and an assortment of other buildings. Along the way, Aragorn sped up once in awhile, causing JP3 Girl to scream in excitement, but then also sometimes had to slow down due to traffic. They even had to come to a stop at a gas station so Aragorn could refuel the motorcycle.
By the time that late afternoon turned into late evening and the two of them had ridden through most of the Site, Aragorn brought JP3 Girl back to her house, safe and sound. Aragorn removed his helmet as JP3 Girl stepped off the bike.
“That was fun,” JP3 Girl ran her hands through her hair, still smiling with excitement.
“I had a great time,” Aragorn smiled back.
“Me too,” JP3 Girl replied.
Aragorn planned on waiting awhile before asking his next question, which was why he was just as shocked as JP3 Girl was, when he actually said it, “Go out with me.”
“What?”
Aragorn fought to control what came out next. He couldn’t back down now, so his only option was to continue on. “Tomorrow night. Go with me to the movies.” he waited for an eternity to hear her answer.
JP3 Girl chuckled to herself, knowing right away what her answer would be. She just wanted to wait a few seconds to torture Aragorn. “Ok,” her smile grew even wider. “I have gymnastics right after school though.”
“Yeah, that’s ok,” Aragorn replied, relived and thrilled with the answer he got. This was his best birthday ever! “I have Tae-Kwon-Do right after school too. We’ll go to the late showing.”
“We should go for another ride too,” JP3 Girl suggested.
“Definitely.”
The two stared at each other in silence. Aragorn thought about kissing her, but realized it was probably too soon. JP3 Girl finally broke the silence by saying, “Good-Night, Aragorn.”
“ ‘Night, JP3 Girl.” Aragorn said back. When JP3 Girl turned and went inside her house, Aragorn put his helmet back on and drove off back to his house, even happier then when he had first left.
2/7/2006 3:23:44 AM
(Updated: 2/10/2006 8:13:34 PM)
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