A Good Day

It was a great day to kill. Stepping outside after a long time in his laboratory under the Patomac river, he raised his hands to the air in comfort. It had been so long since he felt the wind against his cold, metal body. He yawned with his robotic, vibrating voice, his masculine tone shining out to alert those nearby the sewer he just came from. A couple people sitting on the benches stood up, looked at him in a confused manner, then ran in fear. He giggled a little, taking pleasure in other's fear.

Rushing at full speed, he ran faster than sound itself. His new-found speed due to his new body was incomprehensible. It was not thought possible by even him before he lost his organic, mushy Human body. He stopped right in front of one of the terrified humans, leaving skid marks all over the street with each foot step. When the old man finally realized what was before him, he was dead. Using his incomprehensible speed, John simply chopped off his head with a downwards, vertical slice. He acted as if he knew Karate when he did it, yelling aloud "Karate CHOP!" Yep, he was still insane.

Watching the guy's head roll on the ground, he figured DC was getting a little boring. What new things were there here? He had been around the place so long, he's gotten used to hit. He already stormed the white house 3 times without ever getting caught, and robbed a couple banks before they could notice the bankers were dead. Well, it was time for a new place. Running away before he could be seen, he quickly arrived in Chicago, in just a few minutes. Looking up at the partially destroyed city on the highway leading to the center, he realized what a beautiful sight it was. The burning buildings, the fallen bridges, the stench of burning flesh - just like he always thought chaos would be like. He, however, did not cause this. Running into the city, he studied the ruined architecture. It was all so great. He could sit there and look all day!

Dr.Everyone had been laying low since he had attacked D.C. Last thing he heard was they still hadn't repaired the capitol building, completely. Dr.Everyone could care less. Why should he care at all?

He was out flying around as usual, making sure no heroes were trespassing on his city. he had heard a group calling themselves The Phantoms had moved in, but he had yet to see any. And they obviously hadn't learned of his being here.

As he was flying over the burnt part of the city (repair efforts had been slow since his fight with Pain) he saw a man who appeared to be admiring the burned buildings. This would either be a super trespassing, or a civilian with a death wish. Everybody knew that a civilian who walked into the burnt half was as good as dead. But no, this person couldn't be a civilian, not unless he was a tourist. He was most likely a super human.

Dr.Everyone floated quietly over head, and summoned two fireballs to his hands. And then he yelled out.

"YOUR TRESPASSING ON MY LAND! I BURNT IT ALL DOWN, IT IS MINE! NOW TELL ME! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"