I wrote this after seeing the movie The Shadow. It’s a short story/movie treatment for a new version of the character the Shadow with a sci-fi flair to it, and filled with action. Enjoy!
“I love you, son.” said David, crying.
“I love you, too, dad.” James replied back, tears running down his cheeks.
“How touching. You’d think you two had something going for each other.”
“No, I don’t think so.” The hit man cocked the lever back on the Tek-9, and pointed the auto-pistol with silencer directly at James.
“Cheer up, old man. You get to be alive just long enough to see your son die first!” sneered the hit man.
“Noooo!” screamed David. With the remainder of strength left, he threw himself in front of the gun. David’s head exploded, and James cried a howl of pain.
“Your old man was brave. Not like you, of course, but don’t worry, you’re just right along with the others, freezing up were they see something like that. I find it kind of exhilarating, though.” The hit man aimed the gun at James’ head. “By the way, fuck you, and good-bye.”
“No,” said James, with vengeance in his voice, “I don’t think so.”
James envisioned the hit man in his mind and locked in.
The hit man tried to pull the trigger, and found his fingers were locked, frozen in place. He felt James invading his mind, as a suggestion was placed into his mind, and it sounded reasonable. Easy, so easy. The hit man raised the gun to the temple of his head, and realized what he was doing.
“Let me go, you fucking son of a bitch!” the pony-tailed leader threatened. A look of terror started to spread on his face.
“Good-bye.” said James.
The hit man pulled the trigger, and his head was ripped off from the force of the first few bullets that tore through his skull.
James stood up and immediately focused on the other four in the next room. Planting suggestions in each of their minds, he warped their sense of reality, making them think that each of the other hit men were copies of James. The sounds in the next room, indicated that the suggestion took hold, and a firefight erupted in the next room, which went on for thirty seconds. Then silence.
One of the hit men who survived the onslaught of bullets got up, and seeing James emerge from the other room was enough to terrify him. He dropped his gun, and then fell to his knees, as James held control of his fears.
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