ICE Writers' Camp 2009 - Lift

By Sonny.
The police sirens blared and the media cameras beeped. “This is the third day that Max Broche has held the people in this office building hostage. Police and hostage moral is low. The television went black. “It’s irritating me” Psirus sighed, “What mister Psirus?” His assistant Benjamin asked. “The hostages. It’s all the media talks about now, and it makes for bad TV.” Psirus answered. “I’m going out Benji”. If this were a regular outing, Benji would have reminded him to bring his coat, but this isn’t a regular outing. Psirus grabbed his black hoodie and stepped outside Master’s home. The events at Utopia and Master had long since passed but his memories lingered. He pushed the thoughts aside and grabbed his metal plate and placed it gently on the street. “I love metal, so easy to manipulate.” Psirus whispered. His pupils disappeared the metal changed shape into a board of some sort. Psirus stepped onto it and began slowly lifting it upward, once it was a few inches off the ground, It boomed forward. His jacket flowed in the wind. Nobody saw him, they only heard the sound of an airplane passing by. When he entered the city he immediately spotted the office building with the hostages. Instead of entering the office the normal way he just zoomed in, the circular door spinning wildly in his wake. The hostages were on the second floor, or at least that’s what the media said. Psirus stepped off his board and took the elevator, whistling tunelessly whilst doing so. When he arrived he spoke to the villain of our tale, Max Broche. “Merry Max Mercilessly Massacres Millions, His Masked Melancholy Murders Marry ‘Manliness’ and Madness.”. Max opened fire, but Psirus had no fear of bullets, he could stop them. When they approached him, he raised his hand, the bullets fell. Max was stupefied, he stopped shooting and asked Psirus a question “Who are you?”. Psirus replied smoothly ”Just a concerned citizen”. Psirus lifted his metal board and changed it into a harpoon. He pushed it forward. Psirus untied the the hostages and reshaped his board. By the time the police came, Psirus was long gone, back on his couch taking the break that, at least the hostages say he deserved.