Day Four
The few remaining weary convention goers open their tired eyes. Sounds of footfalls bounce and echo throughout the well decorated halls. Finely dressed bell boys collect various suitcases and backpacks and send them away with their respective owners. Freetymes stretches for a few moments and then dresses. He heads down to the main convention floor to take a look at his VIP booth. As Freetymes leaves his room AK_iceman stumbles out with a sobering cup of coffee. After he shakes himself a little, he regains his thought and movement and follows behind Freetymes. Marv stretches, smiles, and sits up in his bed. He packs his belongings and cleans up the room a little. A few moments later Marv descends the balcony stairs to the pool below. Wicked steps out her balcony door and says hello to sun as she gracefully and carefree descends the steps, one by one. Freetymes and AK_iceman look around at the main convention floor. Many of the convention goers are now packing up their booths and heading home. They both find their respective booths and sit for a few moments, reflecting over the past few days. Marv and Wicked walk past the pool and the early morning lap swimmers toward the side VIP parking lot. AK_iceman and Freetymes pack up their booths, and as the walk by one of the remaining ones they see something that triggers their minds. They both slink closer to the booth to investigate what they already know has happened.
On the red carpeted floor rests
Bogusbet,
Flash (Townie - Vigilante), chained, bruised, and bloody. Dragged behind a vehicle, unable to keep speed due to his lack of working legs.
At the sight of Bogusbet, Freetymes and AK_iceman grab one another. Part out of sadness, part out of not wanting to let the other go in case they were the culprit. But after closer inspection, a small note is seen folded in Bogusbet's hand. AK_iceman kneels down to pick it up and Freetymes sits cross legged on the floor next to him.
Dear Fellas,
We are glad that we could make your aquiantance. We are pleased that both of you, and all of the rest of the VIP convention goers, attended this year's Super Land Convention. We wouldn't have wanted it any other way. And now that we've taken revenge for the poor death of Sully, there is no need to stick around anymore. We hope you both have super lives, you outlived the odds better than the others, be thankful for that.
Signed,
Wicked, Marv
Just as Freetymes and AK_iceman finish reading the note, Wicked and Marv speed out of the VIP lot, headed south toward the border. Convertible near stuffed full of collectibles and memorabilia. As Wicked turns on to the Interstate South, Marv slips his arm around her and they both drive off, laughing their villianous laughs, into the distant rising sun.
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The Phantom descends the red carpeted stairs and sits in the Hotel Lobby. After he orders a small cup of coffee and a little breakfest, he leans back in his chair and places his hands behind his head and speaks:
"Remember, there are no real fantasy superheroes or supervillians, just every day people who slide into those roles."
--Andy