Thursday, August 27, 2009

Dastard and the Jewelry Store

This is the story I am working on about a villain who is trying to work his way up to true supervillainy all the while dealing with bumbling and inept underlings, arrogant interupting minor league superheroes and his own ineptness and despicable plans gone awry.

I kind of wanted it to be told from the point of view of the character but I thought it would change the story too much. I mean if he fails, he would just lie and tell you it went swimingly. Another option is to have it told in the 3rd person, and interlace it with interviews with the character to get his point of view without it affecting the overall story. I was gonna have it told as if a person were watching the events, (maybe the interviewer) and reporting it along with the interviews but I don't think Dastard would condone someone following him around reporting his mistakes.

Anyway, more on our hero, I mean villain later. This is a bit of the story where he is in the process of robbing a jewelry store or something and how it goes wrong.

Let me know what you think.

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Dastard clicked his heels together and activated the propulsion units in his boots. The jets making him levitate a mere eight inches off the ground, he tried to steady himself so he wouldn’t look foolish in front of the store patrons. After a couple seconds he felt confident enough to speak.
“Yes, it is I, the diabolical Dastard! Here to relieve you of your excessive wealth” he exclaimed regally, hoisting the canvas bag up for them all to see. “Just put your valuables in the bag and no one will get hurt.”
He shifted his weight carefully positioning the jets so that he could maneuver forward slightly. Before he got to the first unnerved person his boots let out a spark and slightly surged. Looking around and down nervously he spoke his next words carefully, trying to sound evil. “Nice and slow. No one. Will. Get hurt,” he said then thought to himself, least of all me.
He drifted toward his first victim and attempting to glide past him so as to make it around the room without crashing into anyone, he made a slight adjustment to his flight path.
“Take it easy,” he said obviously more to himself than his prey.
Then there was a loud pop and a snap and the boot jets launched madly, taking him with them. He let out a yelp that he thought no one heard which then directly became a child-like scream which no doubt, was heard by every superhero within ten miles. The jets could not be controlled even if Dastard was able to hold back his terror and find a way to make them. He zipped up, corkscrewing and flailing, his cape whipped up to cover his mask, one would almost say thankfully as he careened off a pillar and spiraled up and around about the cathedral ceiling.
The onlookers once too scared to move now held their positions not out of fear but bewilderment. One person fought his way past the moment to hold up his phone and click off a picture. Before any serious harm could befall Dastard, the boots sputtered and gave out in midair. The villain dropped immediately, bellyflopping solidly onto a marble counter belaying that bit about serious harm.
The crowd still mesmerized, leaned forward waiting to see what would happen next as if they paid good money to see a show and demanded results. Dastard slowly lifted an arm and dragged his cape off of his head. Groaning, he tried to lift himself up with a pushup but his arms, all rubbery-like, gave out and he collapsed back down. The result of which was he instantly threw up, vomit shooting out of the slits in his mask. A few people in the crowd gasped, a couple people squealed, one laughed and they all scattered. Chaos reigned as they ran out of the shop, pushing each other out of their way, not so much from the botched robbery but from the hideous mess that fell off the marble counter and dripped split pea soup-like onto the polished floor.
“Thank you everyone. Remember to tell all about the dark power of Dastard,” he mumbled and then promptly and mercifully, lost consciousness.

2 comments:

  1. I'm diggin the Dastard and look forward to reading more of his follies. When will you introduce his sidekick Dan Ger? haha

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  2. Done. That was a great idea. Thanks.

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