The Boys- Apprentice

Overseas Once More

Guns blazed around me in the country of Afghanistan as the troops tried to take me down. I was alone in the field of battle as the bullets of my enemies impacted my armor. I continued to walk forward, unimpeded until I grew tired and raised my hands in the air, and suddenly all of the bullets that were flying around me stopped in midair. Through the force of my power every bullet fired from a gun was stopping about ten feet in front of me.

The enemy continued to fire for another five seconds before they all fell silent before, after all, what could you do against a man that your most powerful weapon won't even touch. Soon I dropped my hands and the bullets fell to the ground in front of me. I then started to speak to the natives in English, knowing that someone there would understand me, and not confident enough in my skills in their language to not misconstrue what I was trying to say.

"This is to be your one and only chance to surrender to the United States of America. If you continue to resist, I will be forced to stop you, and that will mean your death!" I threatened the combatants in front of me.

All of the men in front of me, and they were all men, looked to me in fear. All had a similar long beard, brown eyes, and tan skin. They started to talk among each other, presumably discussing what to do when suddenly they all started to chant.

It was hard to make out what they were saying exactly but it sounded like a name. The Sunstrike!

Soon a man came forward in the garb familiar to the natives only he walked towards me with too much confidence for one who couldn't hurt another.

My guard was raised immediately. I raised a hand and a shard of metal shaped to a point rose off the ground, aiming towards the man. He looked to me with a smile.

I called out, "Are you here to surrender?" I asked, already presuming to know the answer, for the man in front of me didn't look to be defeated in the slightest, yet I still had to ask. Not only for myself, but for the millions of viewers watching from the tiny camera attached to my chest.

The man in front of me with that same smile on his face started to speak in fluent English, "Surrender. It is you who should be surrendering to me, the Sunstriker!" He then raised his hands to the air. They started to glow red and he then aimed them towards me and then a fire burst out of his hands towards me.

I almost moved away but decided against it. I was in a metal coffin that would protect me from this flame, or at least I hoped so.

Therefore I stood there as a burst of flame erupted and surrounded me. I was encased in a fire so hot that the metal that surrounded me was starting to turn red. Under my breath I promised that I would thank the designers of my under suit for making it temperature resistant. In other words, my skin wasn't melting due to the high temperature.

As the fire was washing over me I could hear the cheers of the surrounding terrorists. They presumed that they had taken out the American and had won the day. Unfortunately for them, I was about to prove them wrong.

Soon the flames stopped and the man in front of me fell to the ground, tired from the exertion he had just committed to stopping me. But he was still smiling, as he fell to his knees, assured of his success.

That smile would drop as I stepped forward in my now glowing red armor and started to speak, "Man, it is a sauna in here. My mother would love you, she was always one for those steam rooms. Me, I don't see the appeal."

I then shot a piece of metal forward that pierced through the mans heart and knocked him to the ground. Blood spilled out of his mouth as he looked at me in shock. What was supposed to be the triumph of the mighty Sunstriker had instead turned into his end.