JAWS 11: PAST HAUNTING BACK!

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart was excited to see that box in front of his house. Maybe it'd give him another power back? Or soem of his old Rock 'n Roll posters from home. He gleefully tore the box open and... screams! Very loudly

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[guitarslaying]

[Oh hey look who it is. When did she get here.

Either way, she's holding and looking through one of your yearbooks, Mart.]

Yearbooks are gaudy, y'know? No one wants to remember being a teenager, let alone highschool, unless they're just a hopeless loser.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

Hey!

Put that down right now!

[guitarslaying]

You got it!

[Throwing it onto her Vespa. And then whistling.

And then?

Yeah, the Vespa's speeding off without her, but with the yearbook.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

What the fuck!?

Stop it NOW!

[guitarslaying]

Too late!

Say bye bye!

[And she waves at the Vespa. Or where it had been.

Yeah. It's long gone now.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart rips a mail post form the ground and tries to chuck it at the speeding Vespa.]

Why did you do that!?

[guitarslaying]

[The mail post sails pretty well, but the Vespa is long gone, carrying it's ill-gotten goods with it.]

Why?

Huh.

Lemme think about that.

I think it's because...oh yeah....

That's for fucking biting me, you prick!

[jaws5sonofjaws]

But YOU were the one trying to kill ME first you fucking whacko!

I swear I'm gonna track that Vespa down and chew it into scrap!

[guitarslaying]

Eh, details, details.

[But this place is starting to show its teeth. It's a good thing she wasn't rampaging with her powers in tact, or things would have been a lot worse.]

Y'know, as funny as it'd be seeing you try to catch my Vespa, or hurt it? Tell you what. I'll just give it back.

After you answer a question.

So...the attitude you got now? Did you copy it from the guy who used to kick the crap out of you when you were a "nerd", or one of his cronies?

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[A very hard hitting question to ask Mart]

I-

I'm not like them.

When I got my powers, I stopped being a quiet little loser who got beaten up all the time and made fun of and became somebody no one wanted to fuck with...

[guitarslaying]

Bzzz. Wrong.

Well. In part. You stopped being a quiet little loser, but you didn't just decide on the new personality. You already knew who it was that were considered badasses around you.

Right?

[jaws5sonofjaws]

Yeah, I guess I did.

I was a big fan of meta-humans, especially when super heroing as a vigilante was legal and despite everything he did... my dad.

[guitarslaying]

Really?

Cause I'd call your behavior less that of a hero and more....a punk.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

Well, I guess the kinds of heroes I followed were more what people called anti-heroes.... btu they were still badass.

And my dad? Kind of a dick. But he is a supreme badass.

[guitarslaying]

[And her demeanor changes. Pretty drastically. The bubbliness and awkwardness that usually permeates around her dissolves immediately. She isn't playful anymore. She's dead serious.]

No, idiot. I mean you aren't even that.

All you do is either be a lazy jackass, talk about how powerful you are, or whine. You talk the talk, but you don't walk the walk.

Having power? You think that's all being a hero is about? Maybe your dad was a dick, but I bet a lot of that is your perception. You're not acting like how he really is, just how you think he acts. That's part of being a kid. I guess I can forgive that.

But I knew a hero once. A real one. And seeing some jackass parade around proclaiming himself one while doing nothing?

Yeah. That's pissing me off.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Wow. Damn. You really know where to hit it where it hurts. With words.

Mart slumps down onto his butt on the lawn and is doing everything he can to hold back tears. In some ways, this is the Mart from that yearbook reappearing.]

I-

I just...

That's not me..