Anti-Heroes

[firebreathingfishies]

Anti-Heroes

Prologue

Narrator: Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries with the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all - not delving, not yearning. That's not human nature, not the human heart. That is not why we are here…

Man: That’s right buddy, we’re here to buy some frickin’ milk! [shoves narrator angrily out of the queue and moves to the counter to pay for his pint of milk]

Shopkeeper: Sorry about that, Bernie. We always get the weirdoes in here.

Man: No worries. Hey, keep the change.

[Narrator picks himself up and moves outside into the street. People are walking by quickly, most of them heading to work, the rest on their way to the job centre to sign on the dole]

Narrator: This quest. This need to solve life’s mysteries. In the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They’re here. Among us. In the shadows. In the night. Everywhere. Do they even know it yet?

[a girl shoves by him with a scowl]

FBF: Hey I’m walking here you bum!

Narrator: [sighing] Obviously the meaning of life isn’t to be kind to your fellow man.

FBF: [scowling back over her shoulder] Frickin’ hippy.

Narrator: And thus the story begins.

[To be continued….]

[firebreathingfishies]

Chapter One

[It’s early morning. The flat is messy and has a strange garlic-y smell lingering from a takeaway that has been left on the dining room table for a couple of days. It’s an open layout, with the kitchen attached to the living room, the bedroom off through a door to the right, and another leading to the small, contortionists-only bathroom. There is a raggy brown couch in front of a small TV, which is currently showing The Jeremy Kyle Show. On the couch, something snores.]

Narrator: [on the fire escape, peering through the window] And here it begins, with a good for nothing layabout who can’t even get a job in Burger King. This useless swine is about to become something they never thought they would ever be: Relatively Useful. [turns and climbs back down the fire escape]

[The girl on the couch is FBF, with a ridiculously orangey ginger head and a slightly gormless face… and at the moment with a little bit of dribble on her chin. Someone knocks on the door, waking her with a start]

FBF: Wha…whereza paperclips… [sits up and looks around] Ah man…

[Someone knocks harder on the door]

FBF: I’m coming! I’m coming, keep your hair on.

[She moves to the door and opens it to reveal an average man with average height and average features that aren’t able to be described. He stands with a notebook in his average hands]

Stranger: Is your name Fire Breathing Fishies, ma’am?

FBF: Do I look like I want to buy life insurance?

Stranger: Pardon me?

FBF: And I don’t want to switch my gas bills because I’m not even paying the one I have.

Stranger: Okay… Actually I—

FBF: And I also don’t want to be a happy-clappy. So you can put your Bible away.

Stranger: This isn’t a—

FBF: And I don’t want to buy any fish.

[The stranger stares at her for a moment in bewilderment]

Stranger: Well, I…

FBF: If that’s everything I was kind of in the middle of napping.

[The stranger looks at her for a little longer, and then takes in a deep breath]

Stranger: Fire Breathing Fishies, my name is D. You can call me Mr Roc. Or Mr Evo. Or whatever you like really it’ll probably be different by the time you say it anyway. I’m here because you need my help.

FBF: [is blank for a moment] Oooh hang on! Are you here about that rat behind my cupboard? I’ve been waiting for you for weeks! It’s starting to smell a bit actually…

Mr. Roc: Actually, I need you to come with me.

FBF: Why? Where are you going?

Mr. Roc: I can explain on the way.

FBF: Why can’t you just tell me now?

Mr. Roc: Because I can’t. It’s secret.

FBF: Well it can’t be secret to me because you’re taking me there, so I’ll know where it is when we get there so you might as well just tell me now so I can call us a pizza on the way or something.

Mr. Roc: I can’t… Look, just come with me, okay?

FBF: Just tell me where we’re going! Jeez it isn’t that hard!

Mr. Roc: I can’t! I need to preserve the mystery.

FBF: Well then I’m staying right here. I’m not wandering off places with mysterious men without knowing where I’m going. You might want me to do stuff like… steal kittens or something.

Mr. Roc: Okay, fine. We’re going to a creepy looking warehouse at the far side of town that is out of earshot of anyone and where no one will be able to see or hear us.

FBF: That’s all you needed to say! Let me grab my coat. [goes to get coat]

[To Be Continued]


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Let me know if you want to be in the next chapter. I need someone else

[Lupinbell]

This is awesome already! Seriously, keep going with it.

Also I really like the name.
How about Ki as Mr Roc's number two (heheh number two)

[esn]

Put me in please

[firebreathingfishies]

Originally Posted by Lupinbell

This is awesome already! Seriously, keep going with it.

Also I really like the name.
How about Ki as Mr Roc's number two (heheh number two)

lol thanks

Oh yeah that was always going to be Ki's role. (lol we have the same pathetic humour, i laughed at number two too )

Originally Posted by esn

Put me in please

Are you sure? There's no going back

[monster-eats-pilot]

Ooooh put me in aswell
It's gooooood

[firebreathingfishies]

You can be a redshirt MEP

[Lupinbell]

Sucks to be you MEP.

Can I get a place in this?

[firebreathingfishies]

I suppose

You're all going to have really sucky powers you know I might update later tonight.

[Lupinbell]

Meh that's cool.