My Scooter & I

Chapter 3. The Origin of Scooter

20 years earlier....

"Hide," whispered a voice.

A storm was brewing. Clouds ruptured as red lightning smashed upon the ground.  Winds clashed with the earth as a mixture of blood and the ashes of millions of deserted souls started to sway in one direction. The wind, blood, and ashes started to form a shape. The clouds gradually joined the shape as well, until one massive lightning bolt pierced the substance, causing a massive explosion. The figure emerged from the wreckage, his cape blowing against the wind.

Mecha-Obama had arrived.

Everyone started to run, yet nothing could stop the sheer might of Mecha- Obama. Cars reversed- crushed themselves, houses were imploded, and the earth was breaking as lightning pounded upon it with the force of a million tonnes. Wherever Mecha-Obama stood, and aura of sheer power ruptured the ground, creating a path of destruction behind him.

Yet one stood in his path.

Yao ming, the basketball player, towered above Obama, looking down on him as if he was a little speck. "You shall not pass." He said firmly. Though his fists were quivering.

Obama smiled and licked his mecha lip with his mecha tongue. He rolled up his mecha sleeves to reveal a buff-ass mecha arm. The arm was tightening, building up strength until he finally let loose and smashed Yao Ming in the face.

"SCRRTTTTTTTTHHHHHH"

Yao parried the block and went ham on Obama, swinging left and right, trying to hit him. But each time he hit Obama blocked it, tiring Yao Ming as the fight went on. Yao put all his power into a final punch, but Mecha- Obama grabbed his fist, twisted it, then crushed it into a blood red pulp. Ming screamed in pain, but was interrupted as Obama smashed him in the stomach. The basketball superstar coughed up blood, then was kicked onto the ground until he was on his knees.

"I'll legalize execution just for you, Yao." He said. Obama raised his hands, ready to plunge it into hi-

"OBAMA!" screamed a voice in the distance.

A light dawned upon the Chrysler building as a figure appeared from the dark. A melodious trumpet echoed in the distance, as the american flag hovered in the background. The figure emerged.

It was Abraham Lincoln, wielding a shotgun.

Obama slowly turned around, his mecha jaw creating a smirk.

"Lincoln. What do you want, old friend? Vengeance for your family?"

Abraham's jaw twitched as he set his hat onto the ground. He opened a latch upon his watch and it revealed a picture of his wife and children. He looked Downwards, straight into Obama's eyes.

"I. want. JUSSTTTTIIIICEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

He fired several rounds of bullets upon Obama, leaving him wounded. Abraham jumped from building and landed fist- first upon the grounded, creating an impact of 20 million shock waves.

The two went hand to hand, each lashing out upon each other until both started to get overwhelmed. Lincoln took out his shotgun and smashed it into Obama's head, sending him to the ground. Lincoln kept on pounding upon his head, on and on and on.

"DIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" yelled Abraham.

Obama's head was nothing but scrap metal now. The breath of life shimmered away as Obama lay dead upon the base of the Chrysler building. A heavenly chord echoed through the night, as a bright light pierced through the heavens, rupturing the reddened sky. It descended upon Obama, as if taking him away from the world.

"You know, maybe I can make a scooter outta this guy's head," said Abraham Lincoln.

And that was how Frawd got his scooter.