THE MAN (part 1)

The car zoomed across the street, running over pedestrians and bins without a care. Behind it, police sirens sounded. The driver glanced behind, noticing that he was being chased; pushed down the pedal to full length. The car reached 220km/h just as he encountered a blockage of three police cars and rammed straight into them. The car flew into the air and landed on its back, skidding across the road and crushing pedestrians under its weight. The police cars tumbled to a stop beneath a petrol station, oil leaking. The man grabbed his gun and struggled to get out of the car. Suddenly, he caught sight of the police car, with its petrol rolling towards the station. He must have realized what was going to happen, because what he saw make him struggle even more furiously, as if it were a matter of life and death to get out of the car. It was too late. The massive explosion ripped apart about 30% of the town. 30000 lives were lost. The mysterious thing was, the man’s body was never found.

About 50km away from the explosion, farmers noticed a blacked figure climbing out the grass. Being superstitious, they screamed and scattered, thinking it was a ghost. The figure stumbled towards them and they cowered away in fear. When he emerged out of the darkness, the villages were greeted by the horrors of horrors, a part man, and part monster!

The man staggered across the road, gun in hand. He fired a few shots into the air, then letting off a terrifying roar of defiance.                The villages scattered, running to their houses for safety. He roared again, this time pointing at a few farmers and opening up his gun. They fell, dead. At last, he lumbered into a house, caught his image in a mirror, and he exploded with rage. He was disfigured!

The paramedics examined the wreckage and shook their heads. There was absolutely no chance at all of anyone surviving that accident. However, the mystery was what became of the suspect? There was no one to answer.

A few miles south, the man sat in his hammock, thinking. What was he supposed to do now that all his subordinates did not recognize him?

He loaded his gun, spit, and gathered himself. Whatever happened, he was going to find a doctor to repair his face. Not into his old one, but one of the president…