Red Dragonfly: Wilbur Watts

Chapter Nineteen

Wilbur walked down the sidewalk of the campus as he went through his thoughts calmly. Then, he realized that he accidentally left Ethan at the party. Wilbur mentally slapped himself. He thought his friend was gonna be pissed at him. He already had enough problems with Russell.

Just then, his internal antennas buzzed into his brain, practically vibrating his skull. Either his hangover was hitting him early or his mind was warning him that he was in danger.

Sure enough, Wilbur was approached by a dark figure from the skies dropping in front of him, it's massive wings surrounding the sidewalk he was on. The streetlight revealed the ominous mask of Blue Dasher.

Wilbur stumbled back in fear. He'd unleash his suit but it was in the closet in his dorm. Blue Dasher breathed heavily as he slowly walked towards him. "Hello Wilbur." His voice sounded distorted yet familiar.

Wilbur's eyes widened. That was enough to make him get up and fly away from the blue maniac. His wings ripped out of the back of Wilbur's hoodie as he flew away with Blue Dasher on his tail.

Wilbur flew away fast, not focusing on where he was going as he smacked into a few trees and benches. Blue Dasher chased after him as he clawed through the campus, tracking the path of where Wilbur was flying. Wilbur flew through an alley and into ongoing traffic. He hovered through the city, panting softly he looked around. He hid away from the nighty public eye just in case someone saw him.

Blue Dasher suddenly grabbed his leg from out of nowhere and slung him towards a office building. Wilbur was threw through the window, landing on a nearby printer as he saw Blue Dasher coming nearby. Wilbur quickly ran down the hallway, pushing the coworkers out of the way before being punched by Blue Dasher, getting grabbed by the collar and flew out of the roof of the building.

Wilbur screams in terror as both of them were hovering over the clouds. "W-what do you want from me, man!?" Wilbur yelled. Blue Dasher leaned in Wilbur's face slowly, his glowing red eyes staring into Wilbur's soul. "You don't remember me, Wilbur?"

Wilbur then recognized him from when he was 6 years old. Blue Dasher was there in his house all those years ago. "Wilbur, hide in the kitchen and close your eyes! Run!" His father's voice ran through his mind from all those years ago.

"Allow me to jog your memory." Blue Dasher punched Wilbur out of the sky, sending him flying towards a empty football stadium. Wilbur crawled across the football field as he looked behind him and saw Blue Dasher hovering over him. "W-why are you trying to k-kill me, man?" Wilbur asked weakly.

Blue Dasher only kicked Wilbur in the stomach as a rebuttal. "You spineless little shit. I don't wanna kill you." He slid off his blue mask and grinned over him. "The opposite in fact."

Wilbur squinted up to see Keith Edwards' face, balling his fists in rage. "You...you were there..."

"I wasn't only there. I was the one who killed your father." Keith watched as Wilbur forced himself to stand up. "Y-you son of a bitch..." Wilbur managed to get out before throwing a punch towards Keith. But he grabbed his arm and kneed him in the chest.

Wilbur grunted in pain, trying to keep his stance towards him as Keith landed blow after blow on his face. Wilbur was badly bruised as he staggered back weakly. "Come on, kid. Fight back." Keith sneered as he punched Wilbur once again, making him draw blood from his nose. "Come on, hero! You're the Red Dragonfly! Defeat your archenemy!" Wilbur growled in rage, gaining enough strength to punch Keith in the jaw.

But to Keith, it only tickled him. He had the same powers as Wilbur. He kicked Wilbur in the chest, sending him across the grass. "Pathetic." Keith said as he strolled over towards Wilbur, pressing his foot on his chest. "I can't believe out of all people who could've been bitten by that dragonfly, it was you. Russell Richter, giving advance research to a little boy."

Wilbur tried his best to get off the ground but Keith's foot only pressed on his chest harder, making Wilbur yell in pain. "What do you want from Russell?!" Wilbur yelled.

Keith only smirked, his internal antennas reading into Wilbur's to know that Russell's lair was under the vacant bowling alley. "Thanks for telling me where your dear old stepdaddy is." Keith grinned softly.

"If you lay...one hand on him..." Wilbur said, coughing up blood.

"What are you gonna do? You're just a kid." Keith replied. "I'm gonna kill Russell, then your mom and then I'm gonna make you suffer."

Keith slid on his mask as he unleashed his wings. Blue Dasher flew off into the midnight sky, leaving the beaten up Wilbur on the football field.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE LAIR...

Russell sighed as he sat in the lair by himself. Things just wasn't the same without Wilbur. He pondered at the glass container where his old suits were before hearing a fluttering sound across the dimly lit lair. He stood up out of his chair as he looked around slowly.

"Who's there?" Russell said nervously, keeping himself on guard for something unexpected. Sure enough, he was slung against the computer monitors by the Blue Dasher.

Russell looked up as he grunted in pain before being picked up by his throat. "What's the matter, Russell? You look like you seen a ghost." He took off his mask to show Russell his face.

"You..." Russell scowled.
"Keith Edwards...in the flesh."

He flew off with Russell in his hands, taking him to a secluded place for his revenge.