Vice Grip | By : stormsiren006 Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 6762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The next morning Superman flew back to the old building where Trevor had been staying. He flew down and landed in front of the main entrance where he quickly placed the videotape down on the cracked concrete slab right in front of the door. It bore a label that said nothing more than “WATCH ME” in big block letters, written with a black Magic marker. Then he shot himself back up into the sky and flew right back to the other building on the other side of the city where is prisoner was located. He planned to return the following day and try confronting Rellek again. Superman expected him to find the tape and to watch it sometime before then. He remembered seeing a VCR with the TV set in the room he’d found Trevor in. He only hoped that it might cause Rellek to be a bit more open to reason during their next encounter. He thought of sticking around, perhaps staying on the roof again to watch for Rellek and make sure that he got the tape but he just didn’t feel like it. He just wanted to get away from that place for the time being. He would be back soon enough…and in all honesty it was not an engagement he was particularly looking forward to.
The building was empty and silent. Large pieces of dusty, dismantled machinery lay haphazardly about, bathed in the shadows like the remains of long dead beasts. The floor was littered with debris. A heavy thumping sound broke the silence then, causing some of the finer particles of dust to stir in the dank, stagnate air. Rellek approached the exit of the building, crunching some broken glass under his dirty boots as he went. He reached for the door. The door’s coat of white paint was peeling and many spots had been eaten away by rust that was forming on the metal surface beneath, causing what looked like scabbed over wounds that were oozing with blood that had dried in place, and when it was opened the door’s rusty hinges groaned loudly, sounding like some ancient creature in its final death throws. Rellek noticed the object sitting on the ground right in front of the door. It was a videotape. He reached down and snatched it up in one of his massive hands and looked at it more closely. The hand that was holding the tape was wearing a dirty leather glove that bore dark reddish stains on it. The sleeve of the faded black coat that Rellek wore was slightly frayed and it was stained in a similar fashion. The stains looked just like dried blood. His faded black pants were stained in a similar fashion and caked with dried mud around the bottoms. He saw that the label on the tape he was holding said “WATCH ME”. Rellek turned around and took the tape with him up to the room on the second floor where Trevor’s TV set was. He stuck the tape into the VCR and pushed the play button.
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