My Last High School Paper...
Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 9:52 pm
Retirement
Kayt Platt
Senior English
05/09/06
Retirement
What I was is something I never thought possible. Who I was I never thought could exist. What I did wasn’t something you could simply retire from. What I did was something you could only stop doing when your body was to weak and fragile to handle the blows that came with the job. You might not believe my story, but trust me there is truth to it. I, unlike the ones you have heard about, had no silly name. I wasn’t known as Bat Girl or Spider Woman… I wasn’t known as anything. Neither was my husband at first. We were both simply there and we did our job and got out. Nothing more than that. Some might call us “super heroes”. Frankly, to me that sounds like some childish fantasy name. What I am or was is not a fantasy. Call me what you will, but the fact is I was something only writers and movies rely on for hits. Yes, we wear masks. Not to look cool or make an imposing impression, but to protect ourselves as well as our families.
Without my husband I would still find that “super heroes” are nothing but what one would see on the big screen. But, one night while walking home through New York from my art gallery I was attacked. Out of no where this guy came out. He seemed to be made of shadows at first. It was very strange and for many seconds I thought I might be dreaming. But, no, Logan was real. It turns out that there had been many covered up incidents concerning him and the reason not too many people knew about him was because he handled the situation before it got out of control. He didn’t want his enemies knowing he existed until the moment of their end. The ones who knew about him and were his allies called him Darkness, since he moved with the night and with the shadows.
Logan was the son of a lawyer whose friend was a scientist experimenting with muscle growth and the ability to make the body stronger and withstand more. He called it MGX1. When Logan was younger a gang broke into his home and killed his mother and sister. He went to the scientist, Dr. Lienger, and asked for aid. He refused to give Logan anything because he feared he might do something reckless with it. Logan did just that. He stole it and took to much. Yes, it worked. His body grew stronger. But, at a price. Without that mixture, my dear Logan, can’t walk or move at all. It destroyed his muscles totally. But, Logan accomplished what he was after and he avenged his mother and sister. But, after a while he noticed that he couldn’t stop there. He had to avenge everyone. So Darkness was created.
Anyways, I’ve trailed off my story. I never saw the man my attackers called Darkness again until sometime later when my bad luck unfortunately kicked in again and my apartment was broken into. I escaped up the fire escape, but unfortunately was followed. If one would ask any of my friends from high school they would find out this sort of thing happens a lot. But, as if he knew it was going to happen I saw him standing there in the rain on the water slick roof. My bad luck kicked in on over drive it seemed. I slipped, fell, and the last thing I remember is tumbling backwards down the fire escape. But, thankfully I wasn’t dead. After trying to hide it for a while he finally told me who he was. Which wasn’t hard to figure out if you stayed with him long enough.
Logan and I married a year or so after. It took him almost that long to purpose. He was so afraid that being married to him would put me in harms way. But, he resided himself with that fact. He thought he could at least teach me how to handle myself. Before long I was almost as good as him, though it wasn’t hard to imagine since I took karate in college.
He was reluctant to let me help him, but after some persuasion I managed to tag along. I never realized how much corruption was truly in the world until then… It took Logan five years before he would let me try what made his muscles stronger without making you look like Hulk Hogan. By then it had been perfected into something less harmful for the body.
Logan and I made our enemies and we made our friends. The first real enemy we had was named Fistus Sifer. He was a crooked judge. As crooked as they come. We had the cops after us and were on national news for about two days. I’m sure the people back home loved that entertainment. But, eventually we managed to get all his dealings out into the open and put Sifer in jail for good. Unfortunately our cover was blown. Its hard to fight crime when crime can see you coming a mile away.
So Logan thought that maybe it would be a good idea to fake our deaths or something… Sometime later. I told him that we should save that for when we retire. So he came up with another solution. Move to a foreign country. So we moved to England. People call America “The Great Satan”, but what people don’t realize is that other countries are just as bad as ours and sometimes a great deal worst. Every country has its form of corruption.
After a few years of working in London and when we were told that the heat had died down we returned to America, but this time to Los Angeles. The home of Lord Vandrake, who had no royal ties at all but seemed to like being addressed as Lord. He was into everything, smuggling, drugs, guns, politics, prostitution rings.. Any horrible thing you could think of he was knee deep in it. He also had his ties to government experimentations that, of course, the government wouldn’t want anyone to know about. The government, using some mutant gene developed in Germany, was able to create a formula similar to what Dr. Lienger had developed, but at a more powerful state. It would be the equivalent of what Logan took the first time he tried MGX1. However, without the horrible side effects. Yes… The bad guys always have bigger guns.
We lost the first time we fought them. I thought Logan was dead for a long time. I went back and found him, he hadn’t had any of his medication so he was pretty limp and weak. The second time we lost and the third time. It wasn’t until Dr. Lienger was able to develop a more effective version of MGX1 that we could even put a dent in these guys. The fourth go around was a trail run. By the fifth battle we managed to destroy there laboratory and all samples of the mutated version of MGX1. We knew that it wouldn’t be gone for good, but at least it would be for a while.
Half my life Logan and I have been trying to keep Lord Vandrake from gaining anymore power than what he had already. Vandrake was old then and it turned out all we really had to do was wait for him to die of old age. He had family and his sons took over the profession just as Logan and my children would. It seemed it would be a never ending battle between our families. Unless I live forever I probably won’t see the end of it.
One can’t retire from what I do. You can simply only grow to old to do it anymore. I’m 65, far to old to be chasing down bad guys and tackling them to the ground. I’ll leave that to Kal and Mira, my son and daughter. My life has been full of adventure, just like I always wanted it to be. I might not have got it from the army, or from anything else. But, I did get it from simply doing what I always wanted to do. Protect others. Even if I had to do it from behind a mask.
Note: She never said I had to do it on something I might acutally do one day...
Kayt Platt
Senior English
05/09/06
Retirement
What I was is something I never thought possible. Who I was I never thought could exist. What I did wasn’t something you could simply retire from. What I did was something you could only stop doing when your body was to weak and fragile to handle the blows that came with the job. You might not believe my story, but trust me there is truth to it. I, unlike the ones you have heard about, had no silly name. I wasn’t known as Bat Girl or Spider Woman… I wasn’t known as anything. Neither was my husband at first. We were both simply there and we did our job and got out. Nothing more than that. Some might call us “super heroes”. Frankly, to me that sounds like some childish fantasy name. What I am or was is not a fantasy. Call me what you will, but the fact is I was something only writers and movies rely on for hits. Yes, we wear masks. Not to look cool or make an imposing impression, but to protect ourselves as well as our families.
Without my husband I would still find that “super heroes” are nothing but what one would see on the big screen. But, one night while walking home through New York from my art gallery I was attacked. Out of no where this guy came out. He seemed to be made of shadows at first. It was very strange and for many seconds I thought I might be dreaming. But, no, Logan was real. It turns out that there had been many covered up incidents concerning him and the reason not too many people knew about him was because he handled the situation before it got out of control. He didn’t want his enemies knowing he existed until the moment of their end. The ones who knew about him and were his allies called him Darkness, since he moved with the night and with the shadows.
Logan was the son of a lawyer whose friend was a scientist experimenting with muscle growth and the ability to make the body stronger and withstand more. He called it MGX1. When Logan was younger a gang broke into his home and killed his mother and sister. He went to the scientist, Dr. Lienger, and asked for aid. He refused to give Logan anything because he feared he might do something reckless with it. Logan did just that. He stole it and took to much. Yes, it worked. His body grew stronger. But, at a price. Without that mixture, my dear Logan, can’t walk or move at all. It destroyed his muscles totally. But, Logan accomplished what he was after and he avenged his mother and sister. But, after a while he noticed that he couldn’t stop there. He had to avenge everyone. So Darkness was created.
Anyways, I’ve trailed off my story. I never saw the man my attackers called Darkness again until sometime later when my bad luck unfortunately kicked in again and my apartment was broken into. I escaped up the fire escape, but unfortunately was followed. If one would ask any of my friends from high school they would find out this sort of thing happens a lot. But, as if he knew it was going to happen I saw him standing there in the rain on the water slick roof. My bad luck kicked in on over drive it seemed. I slipped, fell, and the last thing I remember is tumbling backwards down the fire escape. But, thankfully I wasn’t dead. After trying to hide it for a while he finally told me who he was. Which wasn’t hard to figure out if you stayed with him long enough.
Logan and I married a year or so after. It took him almost that long to purpose. He was so afraid that being married to him would put me in harms way. But, he resided himself with that fact. He thought he could at least teach me how to handle myself. Before long I was almost as good as him, though it wasn’t hard to imagine since I took karate in college.
He was reluctant to let me help him, but after some persuasion I managed to tag along. I never realized how much corruption was truly in the world until then… It took Logan five years before he would let me try what made his muscles stronger without making you look like Hulk Hogan. By then it had been perfected into something less harmful for the body.
Logan and I made our enemies and we made our friends. The first real enemy we had was named Fistus Sifer. He was a crooked judge. As crooked as they come. We had the cops after us and were on national news for about two days. I’m sure the people back home loved that entertainment. But, eventually we managed to get all his dealings out into the open and put Sifer in jail for good. Unfortunately our cover was blown. Its hard to fight crime when crime can see you coming a mile away.
So Logan thought that maybe it would be a good idea to fake our deaths or something… Sometime later. I told him that we should save that for when we retire. So he came up with another solution. Move to a foreign country. So we moved to England. People call America “The Great Satan”, but what people don’t realize is that other countries are just as bad as ours and sometimes a great deal worst. Every country has its form of corruption.
After a few years of working in London and when we were told that the heat had died down we returned to America, but this time to Los Angeles. The home of Lord Vandrake, who had no royal ties at all but seemed to like being addressed as Lord. He was into everything, smuggling, drugs, guns, politics, prostitution rings.. Any horrible thing you could think of he was knee deep in it. He also had his ties to government experimentations that, of course, the government wouldn’t want anyone to know about. The government, using some mutant gene developed in Germany, was able to create a formula similar to what Dr. Lienger had developed, but at a more powerful state. It would be the equivalent of what Logan took the first time he tried MGX1. However, without the horrible side effects. Yes… The bad guys always have bigger guns.
We lost the first time we fought them. I thought Logan was dead for a long time. I went back and found him, he hadn’t had any of his medication so he was pretty limp and weak. The second time we lost and the third time. It wasn’t until Dr. Lienger was able to develop a more effective version of MGX1 that we could even put a dent in these guys. The fourth go around was a trail run. By the fifth battle we managed to destroy there laboratory and all samples of the mutated version of MGX1. We knew that it wouldn’t be gone for good, but at least it would be for a while.
Half my life Logan and I have been trying to keep Lord Vandrake from gaining anymore power than what he had already. Vandrake was old then and it turned out all we really had to do was wait for him to die of old age. He had family and his sons took over the profession just as Logan and my children would. It seemed it would be a never ending battle between our families. Unless I live forever I probably won’t see the end of it.
One can’t retire from what I do. You can simply only grow to old to do it anymore. I’m 65, far to old to be chasing down bad guys and tackling them to the ground. I’ll leave that to Kal and Mira, my son and daughter. My life has been full of adventure, just like I always wanted it to be. I might not have got it from the army, or from anything else. But, I did get it from simply doing what I always wanted to do. Protect others. Even if I had to do it from behind a mask.
Note: She never said I had to do it on something I might acutally do one day...
Why not really do it one day? XD
