The Inconsistent Ramblings of a Constant Story Teller(A short story collection)

Scorpion

1.

"So, Mr. Shepard, what made you name your new army, and eventually empire, Scorpion," The slender reporter had dark black hair that beautifully contrasted with the bright sunny background of the studio. She was wearing a purple suit with a dark yellow tie. Her black pants and black shoes pulled the whole outfit together. She had her hair back in a tail and she was smiling and sunny as ever.

Mr. Shepard was wearing his usual attire. A black body suit with red embellished scorpions on it. His head was covered in dark brown hair, his beard was wild but controlled and his mustache was grown right in. Mr. Shepherd had a knife in his right leg pocket, it was the only weapon that he was allowed in the studio. Mr. Shepard looked over to the camera and smirked, "Now I know this might sound unprofessional but, I am not completely sure. Scorpions are just... cool, to say it like the common man. It came to me in a dream one night and now," Mr. Shepherd paused and thought carefully of the next few words but decided to go all out, "It is the name of the new world."

"Very nice," the reporter smiled at the camera, "Well faithful viewer at home, tune in after this commercial break after these few messages from our sponsors."

2.

James Henry snapped off the surround T.V. and sighed, "Why does he want to take over the god damned world." James got off of the couch and walked around his apartment. James had bright blond hair that was messy but contained. He had it back in a ponytail and his stubble was slowly turning into a full on beard. James was wearing a black suit similar to Mr. Shepherd's but instead of the scorpion insignia there was a patched on green boot. "Well, at least it gives me a job." James walked out into his entrance room and grabbed his gun and its holster. "Oh Maya," James said, "I will avenge you." He walked out of the door where his car was waiting for him. The white car felt wrong with the grey sky in the background. He clicked the car key, the door swung open, and he walked inside. The car drove off.

James arrived at the large warehouse around dusk. He got out of the car, the door swinging wildly open as James walked out. James looked at his wristwatch and walked inside the large grey building. The door to the storehouse swung open and James yelled, "Good Evening Gentlemen," and with that a large barrage of gunfire erupted in the small room.

Mr. Shepard walked out into the fray and up to James. "Good evening Gentlemen? You aren't even going to come in here with a sense of caution?" Mr. Shepard laughed, "You are a funny man. You are supposed to be leading a revolution, not an easy feat, but I do admire your persistence, naming your resistance 'The Boots' somewhat clever." Mr. Shepard walked up to the dying man, "Well I want to keep you alive, I want to make you WATCH as I tear down your entire operation. I have already taken down this storehouse, how many are there?" James made like he was going to speak, but the Scorpion Scientists put a mask over his face first. "No no, I don't want you just telling me where the store houses are, I want it to be at least a little bit of a challenge. This will be fun."

3.

"Welcome back dear audience," the cheerful news reporter said, "We are still here with possibly our new emperor Mr. Shepard." The reporter looked over to Mr. Shepard.

"Please," he said, "Call me Cliff." He said with another trademark smirk to the camera.

"Ohhhhh," the reporter remarked in awe, "well, tell me Mr- I mean Cliff," she gave a heartwarming smile and winked. "Tell me, what have you done over the commercial break?"

"Oh thanks to the new transwarp beaming device that allows you to transport all around the world," Cliff looked over to the camera and held up a small black box with a touch screen attached to his wrist, "Created and distributed by Scorpion Inc." he added with a smirk. "I was able to take out yet another foolish attempt of a rebellion." The reporter lady smiled and made like she was going to say something again but Cliff cut her off, "Don't get too excited, however, I only took out one warehouse of the heathens, I don't know how extensive they are." Cliff looked back at the reporter.