his ears.
“This music…it's horrible! It makes my head hurt. My ears ring like a bell,” he complained strongly, moaning as he sunk to his knees helplessly like Superman would with Kryptonite.
The black man kicked and punched him in the head several times whilst he had been on the ground.
“You’re not so tough now, dog-breath!” he said hotly and ran off.
Once the country music went off, he slowly got up. Soon after that, his physically powerful body had become ready again. He geared up to battle the planet. Next, the cops turned up.
“I captured these creeps for you. Come and get them,” the superhero stated firmly.
“What can we do with them? Eat them they’re giant chocolate bars,” the Asian policeman inquired caustically.
“What does it matter, man? Those creeps won’t be a threat to society anymore,” the superhero snapped.
“Are you The Ugliest Superhero?” the Asian policeman inquired strongly.
“The one and only,” he boasted sharply with a laugh.
“You’re under arrest, frog-poop!” the black cop stated strongly.
“You idiots! I’m on your side!” Blueitt stated harshly and ran down the street.
The cops began shooting but the bullets were no threat to the superhero, dissolving into his flesh. Blueitt ran even though he didn’t have to. The police car sped off after him. Blueitt flew three feet off the ground. That had been it.
“Why can’t I fly?” he snapped loudly.
Blueitt managed to get away from the police without any trouble.
Blueitt effectively slashed criminal activity in the Bay Area by more than 97%. He had taken down some of the meanest and deranged criminals in the world. He stopped crimes of Murder, Illegal Sale of Arms, Adultery, Affray, Burglary, Bookmaking, Auto Theft, Arson, Bigamy, Extortion, Counterfeiting, Assault, Armed Robbery, Incest, Rap, Vandalism, Narcotics, Forgery, Loitering, Weapons(carrying concealed, firing in public), Fraud, Kidnapping and Prostitution.
Every medical center in the Bay Area had been full of drastically beaten suspects. The medical staff loved him because he gave them plenty of work and that meant more money.
Instead of getting praise, the superhero had been getting the boot. Each and every law enforcement agency in the Bay Area wanted a piece of this dude. The West and East gangs even more so. Blueitt had wiped out a lot of them, but they kept coming.
On a crappy gray day, a number of police agencies along with street gangs chased Blueitt to the S.F. Bay Bridge. They fired AK47’s and all kind of weapons at him. Yet they had to be careful, the bridge had been congested with vehicles. The superhero leaped off the Golden Gate Bridge. He flew giving the impression of a swan dive as he hit the water. He created a large splash.
The police ran through the heavy traffic to get to the bridge. At the edge of the bridge, they checked down in the water but didn’t see this ugly beast. They open fire into the water, six rounds or so anyway. They stopped after twenty minutes or so. They waited. The Coastguard combed the area. The police helicopter circled the location for hours. The cops waited for hours, but the ugly thing didn’t come back up. So the police stayed out there all night.
The next morning rescue crews with fancy rescue equipment dived in the chilly water. They combed the coast for days...nothing. There was no sign of that ugly being. Was he dead?
THE END
About The Author
I live somewhere in Berkeley and have lived in Nevada. I worked as a busboy while writing stuff about Russia. From there I studied writing at a community collage but because of alcohol problems, I missed a lot of classes. I wrote a potent small collection of stories called Blow On A Trumpet Drunk Until You Throw Up Your Breakfast which is available at Amazon in paperback. My goal is to get a million readers because reading is very important and so many people can’t read. I want to end this especially in poor neighborhoods. If you have a copy of this book, I want to thank you your support.
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