Ironman1188
SO BE IT
I had entered this in a Sideshow story contest just about 3 years ago. Somehow, it just seems fitting to post it again at this time:
They couldn't stop evolution!! He handed out the weapons to his followers as they joined in. Now, en masse, they begin to march toward their destination. The cartons they pass are all stamped SIDESHOW COLLECTIBLES.
"I wonder why they do it?" he thought. What reason could be behind their actions? This would not be tolerated. He would see to that. This had been a well thought out plan of attack. Cut off the head of your enemy and the body dies. The same is true of an army. Take out its leader and the minions whither. They had only a rudimentary map from one of their advance scouts. And he had been fortunate to get that back to them after suffering a broken leg. It would be enough though, it would have to be. They could not, no, would not take this lying down. They had come too far. Waited far too long to have been recognized properly to begin with.
He led them thru seemingly wide passages, ever diligent to beware of any possible trap. Why were these passages so wide? Had they been planned out like this way back when it was constructed? Strange that they may have foreseen the revolution. Luckily, they moved in darkness. Hints of light glimmered off some of the weapons. It didn't appear that anyone was here to stand in their way. That was good. He had no desire to get into early skirmishes or harm innocent bystanders.
He raised his hand for them to "halt'. They all hugged the wall in uniform precision. A night watchman meandered by, barely awake let alone alert enough to have spotted them. He didn't know which of them had been luckier this night. He waited for him to move out of sight then motioned for them to begin advancing again. Corner after corner they rounded, taking more care it seemed as they got closer to their final destination. He could see the door from his position now.
It all seemed quiet. Too quiet? The thought of a trap once again occured to him. Nah, their prey this night was predictable. He could not have foreseen this coming. Still a chill ran down his back. The kind of chill that tells you this is not going to turn out exactly as you planned. He motioned his followers to be ready. He snuck a glance into the room as they reached the doorway. The door partially ajar, he could see his prey, asleep in his chair. Typical. So smug. He never thought this day would come. Well, here it was. He signaled for evreyone to take their places. They positioned themselves and readied their weapons.
Now, in front of him, face to face as it were, his prey didn't look so dangerous. He jumped on to him, ready to strike the blow that would allow thier line to continue. As he landed a woman's voice called out. "Marc?" It was Dusty, "you still here?" He awoke to find a large collection of Planet of the Apes figures in his office.
"Damn that Ironman" Marc thought. He brushed Caesar off his chest and he fell to the floor, head popping off.
Damn Dirty Human.
