The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

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The Spectacle

The Rampaging Bulwhark flew backwards through the lower levels of a Spectrum Towers. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and placed one hammy palm on his thigh to help him stand. He heard a peculiar twanging sound above him, but in his dazed state, it was seconds too long before he realized that what he had heard was the sound of rebars snapping. He looked up just in time to see the entire building come crashing down on him, burying him in suffocating debris.

"Hooray!" shouted the people. They were happy to see Bulwhark's rampage of terror end.

The Human Spectacle swooped down out of the sky to survey the damage. He wanted to make sure his foe had been defeated. The people swelled and surged around him, cheering his victory. He began to smile slowly, still shaken from the battle and a bit out of it. He'd taken more than a few shots to the head, and Bulwhark could hit hard. But his reverie was cut short by an angry man charging across the street. He was redfaced and looked like he had just been pulled out of a meeting.

"You... you... you MONSTER! You destroyed that entire building! You're lucky there were no people in there! The Spectrum Corporation will most likely not be pleased! Don't you realize that building BELONGS to someone? Or belonged, past tense, now." Then the man stormed off again, to return to his meeting. The Human Spectacle was almost more shocked by this than the battle. He looked around, puzzled. He was just thinking that maybe he should have tried to lure the Rampaging Bulwhark to somewhere outside the city when a stocky man in business casual sauntered up, cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, pally. Thanks a ton for helpin me out there. Y'see, that buildin was condemned, and I was unda contract to demolish it. You saved me tons a woik. And since I got a contract, I make my money no matter HOW long it takes. Now I can go woik on the next project tanks ta youse. You're an all right guy by me." And he walked away, leaving the Human Spectacle smiling. Not only was the building empty, but it was SUPPOSED to be destroyed. So he'd done a good thing after all, right?

He was just about to answer his own rhetorical question when a mob of angry workmen surged through the hole in the crowd their foreman had left. "Hey!" one of them shouted, "that was our job site! We was union contracted to demolish that place. And we was gettin paid by da hour to take it apart. Now, thanks to you, we's outta a job. Thanks a lot, ya yutz."

The Human Spectacle was heartbroken. All he could see were the faces of the starving children of those workers. Or at least, he imagined them starving. They would probably have to skip on snacks a few nights and that's all, but still. Saving stuff was hard work.

"Hooray!" shouted the people. They were happy to see Bulwhark's rampage of terror end.

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