Captain Uni
Finetales
Plank SinatraAlbert Einstein said "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
The clicks and ticks of invention have come to a halt.
A man stood at the top floor of a building near the campus. Actually, it was as if the building was sticking right next to it. His power had been shut down for a few seconds, but his assistants managed to fix at least his building's power up. Something was clearly wrong, and he could tell quite easily. The man was able to distinguish between faulty creations of mankind and supernatural events. He had seen enough events to be a natural with them, though he still found it uneasy to get used to foreign creatures.
More than that, however, he felt that he despised humans, his own kind.
Standing in front of a glass wall, watching an inevitable chaos about to erupt, a man stood with a calm stance. He had his hand inside his baggy, armored pants' pocket, his other hand carrying what appeared to be a wine glass. He had seen destruction. He had created destruction. He had grown accustomed to the madness that scientists experienced through labs gone wrong. He, he, he, he.
Why did he always think about himself?
He had no one to trust in. That was why he despised humans. Still, his forgotten past clung onto him like a nightmare begging to stay at its home. What irked him was the fact that he consistently accepted the nightmare's request.
A light-green haired girl walked up to him, carrying what appeared to be a technological staff. A mechanical arm mounted onto the man's shoulder gently pried the staff off of her frail hands, handing it to the masked figure. He spoke with a technologically modified, yet calm voice,
"Have you checked the Quantum Solver's override manual?"
The girl, who was actually a clone of another individual the man cared for, nodded shyly, looking up at the fairly tall man. The masked figure's mounted arm rubbed her head gently, which made her smile quietly.
Soul. Did she have one? Or was she simply a mirror of desperation reflecting him?
No. If it was for Margaret, he would treat her by putting his life on the stakes, no matter who and how she looked like. She was Nikola T. Lovelock's nightmare and, ironically, his only shining hope of retribution.
Nikola sighed, turning away from the glass wall as his mounted arm zipped away into nothingness. He walked past the green-haired clone, only to see her by his side again. The man had earned a spot to become a teacher in this fascinating academy, yet there were weird monsters attacking the students for reasons unknown to him. The man stated with a straightforward tone,
"Hand me the Magnum."
The green-haired clone nodded, scurrying away. Nikola waited patiently for her, though he felt quite concerned for the academy right at the moment. After all, how was he supposed to teach in a decimated school? Maybe there were buildings created in cases like these...?
As quickly as she went, the girl came back. She lifted a Magnum Revolver up to Nikola, who simply raised an eyebrow at the way she handed it toward him. He shook his head, taking away the firearm from her hands, as he chided,
"When you hand firearms to others, you don't point it at them."
The green-haired clone blinked, seemingly spacing out for a few seconds, before nodding. She began to follow Lovelock out of his office.
"I will be right there, my supernatural acolytes..."