[LNHY/ACRA] The Daily Super Short-Short Story #48
saxon.brenton at uts.edu.au
Thu Oct 28 06:00:10 PDT 2004
The Daily Super Short-Short Story #48
A Devil Came Down to Georgia 30
Last time: Martin fought with the Diabolicals.
"You're the sock..." Martin managed to say despite the pain he
was in. Whatever Damian had hit him with had packed quite a punch. Yet
now that he knew what to look for it was pretty obvious that the man
standing before him with a hand surrounded in menacing kirbykrackle
was being directed by a malign force on his left foot. Indeed, he was
so busy pinpointing the wondersock with his spirit sight, while also
trying to keep peripheral tabs on his other two assailants, that he
didn't even recognise the body the sock was wearing.
"I am indeed," said Damian through TJ's mouth. Off to one side
Lisa began to pull herself out of the wall that Martin had thrown her
Suddenly Martin was a fit of anger. To be honest, it was more-or-
less what the diabolicals had been hoping for - if they couldn't seduce
him to the Dork Side of the Farce, then provoking him to give in to
wrath would be a slower but just as acceptable alternative. Too bad
for them that they had no idea that Martin wasn't *just* one of the
Teenaged Giant Halfbreed Fallen Angels, or that his powers were far
greater than anything they were anticipating being able to control and
manage, even as a group.
The student's sudden rage swelled up within him like a red tide,
and with untelegraphed speed he leapt forward and grabbed the sock's
meat-puppet and was away.
Damaian tried to prepare something, but Martin savagely generated
a large but measured jolt of electricity and pumped it into TJ. For a
few seconds Damian was befuddled as he found himself unable to work
through the spasming form of the monkey boy that he had possessed. By
the time the sock had realised why he no longer had voluntary control
of TJ's muscles and was preparing an occult attack that didn't require
his host, Martin had grown two extra limbs, had torn the sock from TJ's
leg, and was generally ripping the evil woollen parasite to pieces.
Damian squealed as the hate-engorged Martin methodically tore
apart the fabric of the wondersock, and continued to squeal even after
Martin had spend several minutes unravelling him. Martin only really
came to his senses when TJ suddenly pushed him aside, poured a quart
of gasoline over the evil sock, then stepped back and threw a lit
match on the sodden mass.
TJ watched Damian burn. Then he turned his clear unblinking stare
on Martin, and Martin was struck by the sight he must be making. He'd
completely lost control of the aesthetics of his shape again; the
carefully formed smooth metal surfaces that Martin had shaped to look
like sculpted human musculature were gone, once again replaced by
jagged collections of metallic bits. He still had those two extra arms,
making him look like some pagan Hindu deity. And he had the wings and
those two jet engines. (It was only in that moment that Martin realised
that his abduction of Damian and flight away from the sock's allies had
been a literal flight - he hadn't run away from them at speed, he'd
taken to the air and was now somewhere on the far side of the central
business district of Net.ropolis.)
In other words, his form had followed his function - and in those
minuted his function had been to kill and destroy. Suddenly overcome
with fatigue, Martin put his face in his hands. He must look like a
monster. Well, he *was* a monster, and his only saving grace was that
he had the choice to be otherwise. Control. He had to get control of
He took a deep breath and looked up. TJ hadn't moved, and was
still staring at him in that utterly disconcerting way. Martin didn't
know what was worse: the prospect of people seeing him like this and
fleeing in horror, or TJ's completely freaky stare. Well, considering
what the man had been through, Martin realised it would be only
natural for him to be in shock. He was probably in an even worse way
that Martin was. The student asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm really pissed off," said TJ. "But that's not important at
the moment. How strong are you? Are you up to destroying the other
three of them, because if you aren't then we should start running."
Tomorrow: Martin and TJ make start making plans.
The Daily Super Short-Short Story series and the wondersocks created
by Arthur Spitzer, and used with belated permission.
The Teenage Giant Halfbreed Angels epithet for the Nephilim/Nephalim
cooked up by Andrew Perron.
All main characters created by Saxon Brenton are Ask First Before Use
for the duration of this storyline, then they'll probably go to Usable
Saxon Brenton University of Technology, city library, Sydney Australia
saxon.brenton at uts.edu.au
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