Random non pony writings · 4:37am Jul 2nd, 2013
So I've been writing this for about a week now. It was a random idea I had, and I ran with it. I'm just posting this here because honestly, I don't know what else to do with it. Enjoy.
A Man Among Gods
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The only sound to be heard in this cheap motel room. When I had received word that this man, this one man, wanted to do an interview, I dared to laugh. Surely, my editor was joking with me. He had to be. No one ever got an interview with him. No one.
The man, if it was fitting to call a legend that so blatantly, was sitting across from me, smoking his foul smelling cigar and laughing. Then he finally spoke.
“Ya know, I was hopin you’d be more talkative,” He smiled to me. “I like your work Miss Sandoval. Don’t tell me you just phoned it all in.”
I regret to say I stumbled on my words. He was really here. He was so much more than I had ever dreamed. He was not handsome or regal like many would remember him. He was actually quite revolting. His face a network of scars and burns. His left hand only had three fingers, and they were blistered and gnarled at that. His arms and all else I could see were just the same. Burns, scars, and tattoos. He was at once garish and disturbing, yet still awe inspiring.
“Miss?”
“Sorry, I don’t get to interview legends everyday,” I finally said, and it sounded just as weak to me as it did to him. But he laughed.
“I’m no legend Miss. I’m only a man, nothing more, nothing less.”
“But you’re Him! You’re, you’re Guy Kelpner!" I said, too full of his myth to actually take him seriously.
“Funny thing about names, Miss Sandoval. Parents name their kids something epic, hoping the kid lives up to it. But my own parents thought I was so worthless they named me Guy, and then they left me."
“I’m s-”
“Don’t,” He chuckled. “They were kind enough to me. They could have had me killed off, but chose to let me go up for adoption. They thought I would always depend on the charity of others. So I stood up, and proved them wrong.”
I stared in awe of the man yet again. How could you not? He was the first, probably the only person to ever stand up and stay alive while causing this much trouble, all without gifts. The first person ever born without any abilities, and no one was ready for it. Some heralded this man as a saint, others a terrorist. Those that knew him as neither feared him. Those that knew him as both respected him. He was different, plain and simple.
With a heavy sigh, he grabbed my notepad and pen, setting them down on the table before me harshly. “Stop levitating this crap! It’s freaking irritating.” I opened my mouth to apologize, but he cut me off. “Freaking kinetics! You’re all freaking-”
“We get that a lot sir. We have a habit of multitasking...”
“Yeah, ya do.” He growled at me. I have to admit, he did it again. I had walked in expecting to talk to a legend, a- a god made man. But the longer I spent with him, the more I saw the man, along with why he was a legend. He was both at once, and it was inspiring. I hate to admit to being such a fangirl, but I was. Who wouldn’t have been?
Now I had to step up my game. I was sitting with a god, one that had invited me in to give him an interview, and I was determined to do so now. “So Guy, I have to know...” I said picking up the note pad with my hands, “What is the deal with this interview? You’ve always refused to talk, so why now?”
“I honestly don’t believe I’m going to be alive in 7 hours,” Guy said so nonchalant. I stumbled. “I’ve been summoned. By the Bloodlines.”
“The Bloodlines. You-Then Run!” I yelled at him. He had to live. He had to.
“Can’t.”
“Why?!”
“Because that’s not who I am,” He chuckled. “I’ve always stood up for myself. Others too when I’ve had the chance or lack of choice. But I’ve never run.”
“But the Bloodlines?”
“Old families,” Guy chuckled. “'Keeping the bloodlines pure.' The most powerful individuals are always invited in. They think they rule the world, and I’d be damned if they don’t just.”
“And they want to shut down the Man Without,” I smiled, seeing where this went. “Keep their lines pure.”
“Actually, they invited me,” Guy corrected to my surprise. “12 years ago.”
“12 years? But then that means that you...”
“Took them up on the offer. Yeah,” Guy smiled. “It was a blast.”
Shiney!
Just the kind of thing I'd love to see expanded upon.