Anti-Heroes

[esn]

I particulary liked this bit:

FBF: [thinks hard] Hmm… I can’t say either of those things have happened recently… There was a time I thought I’d gone back to the 1700s, but I just got lost in a fancy dress shop.

Is a reference to Mr Ben is it not???

(is intrigued to what power he has )

[firebreathingfishies]

lol thanks everyone And MEP... you're still a redshirt

For the record, no one has any powers yet, because I can't think of any. We;ll be arriving at the warehouse soon though, so I'll have to think of something

[firebreathingfishies]

Chapter Two

[The black limo pulls up outside of an old, abandoned looking warehouse. A couple of rats scatter, abandoning their cheesy prize. As Mr. Roc climbs out, a yellow taxi cab pulls up not too far away, and out climbs the Narrator]

Narrator: And so we arrive to the place where our heroine will accept her fate. Perhaps she will not be fond of the new things she is about to learn. Perhaps she will abuse her new found powers. Only time will tell. Time and—

Cab Driver: Hey buddy! I’m not a chauffeur!

Narrator: Can’t I just finish my intro without being interrupted for once?!

Cab Driver: Not on my time, pally.

Narrator: [rakes in his pockets] I don’t know why I took this bloody job. I could have been the voice over on that Andrex advert… [gives the cab driver a tenner]

Cab Driver: Have you not got anything smaller?

Narrator: Keep the sodding change. I’m going for a fag. [wanders off muttering bitterly]

Mr. Roc: Here we are Miss Fishies. Your destiny awaits.

FBF: Aw don’t say that. That’s cheesy.

Mr. Roc: I thought it would sound mysterious and exciting.

FBF: About as exciting as my little toenail.

Mr. Roc: Sorry then. Come on. [heads towards the warehouse]

Mr. Abbott: Yeah well I’ll just go park up shall I? [starts driving away] Bloody ungrateful the youth of today…

FBF: So you’re from the CIA or something, right?

Mr. Roc: No. We’re above all of that.

FBF: Oh right. So you’re like… the postal service.

Mr. Roc: Excuse me?

FBF: Well everyone knows that it’s the postal service who really make all the rules. It makes sense. A man comes to your house every day to check up on you, but just pretends that he’s posting letters. [taps nose] You’ve got to keep up with all of this.

Mr. Roc: Riiight…

[They enter the warehouse through a small door. On the other side stands a woman with a clipboard in a white coat. She smiles kindly]

Mr. Roc: Miss Fishies, I’d like you to meet my Number Two. Miss Warrior.

FBF: [snorts] Heh number two…

Miss Warrior: Oh how original. Now Miss Fishies I’d like you to come with me. There’s a few tests I’d like to go through with you.

FBF: Tests!? You didn’t tell me about any tests! It better not be maths.

Mr. Roc: [whispering to Miss Warrior] Just smile and nod.

Miss Warrior: [smiling and nodding] This way please.

Mr. Roc: I’ll be in my office if you need me. I have um… paper work to do. [heads off through a door to the right]

Miss Warrior: He’s not really doing paper work. He spends this time practising tap dancing.

FBF: You know what they say about men who tap dance.

Miss Warrior: And what’s that?

FBF: I don’t know. I thought you did.

[Miss Warrior leads FBF across the wide warehouse towards a large steel door. She punches a code in the panel on the wall and the steel door rolls away, to reveal another door. And then another. Doors keep peeling backwards while they wait]

Miss Warrior: This all must be very exciting for you.

FBF: I don’t really know what’s going on to be honest. He was going on about showers and Doctor Who… I don’t see what that’s got to do with me. I mean, I like Doctor Who and I have a shower once and a while but…

Miss Warrior: [confused] Oh… okay.

[The final door rolls back to reveal a depressing grey corridor]

FBF: Whoa, you need to fire you decorator.

Miss Warrior: That’s what that burning smell is. Now come along.

[They walk down the corridor until they reach a door marked ‘waiting room’]

Miss Warrior: I just need to go and get a few things. Just wait in here. [pushes open the door and reveals a small grey room full of plastic orange chairs. On the far side of the room, in the corner, sits a girl. She doesn’t look up from the tin of Spam she is ravenously tucking into] This is another person who is as special as you, Miss Fishies. It would be good for you to get to know each other. Miss Fishies, meet Monster Pilot.

MEP: [through and mouthful of Spam] Use my full name you idiot. My name doesn’t make sense if you don’t say my middle name.

Miss Warrior: My apologies. Monster Eats Pilot.

FBF: That still doesn’t make sense.

MEP: [stares angrily] Your face doesn’t make sense.

Miss Warrior: I won’t be long [leaves]

[FBF looks around and then sits down a few seats away from MEP, who watches her while chewing slowly on the processed tinned meat. They sit silently for a few moments]

FBF: I have a three part name too.

MEP: What is it?

FBF: Fire Breathing Fishies

MEP: That sucks.

[they sit silently a while longer]

FBF: I like Spam too.

MEP: [shields her tin of Spam] Get your own.

[FBF looks away and sighs glumly. MEP watches her for a moment, and then tentatively pulls another tin from her pocket. She hands it over]

[TBC]

[Lupinbell]

Originally Posted by firebreathingfishies

FBF: Whoa, you need to fire you decorator.

Miss Warrior: That’s what that burning smell is. Now come along.

Even with the awesome ending, this is the best bit, hands down.

[firebreathingfishies]

[monster-eats-pilot]

Cheers Fishies
And Monster Pilot, I may change my name to that

[firebreathingfishies]

lol, it would sound like you fly monsters for a living

[monster-eats-pilot]

Or I'm a monster who's a pilot

[Beach Crew]

I'm supposed to be doing an assignment right now (seriously? Assignments already...*Grumbles*) but I had to log in and share my utter joy at this . It's brilliant. And lord knows I giggled (which is hard to do when you've lost your voice). It's fabulous.

You must continue to write and update often. With more characters . Speaking of updates, I can think of two things that need updating. One is mine and one is yours

[monster-eats-pilot]

Yes Beaches I've been waiting