The screams of the people woke him up.
His eyelids slowly opened to yet another day of harsh reality.
The dusty, and slightly worn hotel room smelled of old socks and bad microwave food. The curtains (or what was left of it) seemed to slide closer together to keep the occupant from viewing what took place outside.
The one table had a phone and a over read bible...and a heap of chocolate wrappers.
With a huge yawn he stretched his arms and said to himself;
"Promethean City...I can´t beleive I´m back in Promethean City."
The sounds of the rescue teams landing in helicopters reached his ears.
Fluffa fluffa fluffa fluffa...
He had to help.
As allways, the people needed the sturdy hand of rightiousness to guide them. Someone who could see past the smoke and mirrors of the battle, someone who would ensure victory over the forces of darkness...someone like Him!!!
He slid out of bed and quickly donned his worn and illfitting wine-red leather suit. Struggled into the boots, and started to look for the small black shorts with the utility belt...
"Ghaah!"
Where were they? He always managed to displace those...
Ah, under the bed with his goggles.
And the final touch, the gloves...the gloves that would help him deliver justice upon evil´s ugly grin.
Captain Midnight posed quickly in front of the hazy mirror, to ensure himself of his greatness, then opened his window and ever so carefully climbed out onto the ledge and up the small fire escape ladder that reached both roof and ground.
When he finaly stood on the ledge of the roof he called out to the people running below;
"Fear not, citizens! For Captain Midnight is here!"
The rescue team looked up in astonishment.
"Errrm, who is that nut up there? He´ll get himself killed."
"Well, he does have a costume, of sorts, maybe he´s one of those superheroes?"
The Captain fired his hooked wire onto a lamp post and without fear flung himself into the path of the panicked throng of people fleeing the battlescene.
He landed on his knees and scraped his allready badly patched trousers and yelled in pain. But quickly rose to ensure his people that he was allright.
"Do not worry about me dear citizens. The blood is the blood shed for justice and...ouww, and...well...let´s get cracking shall we? Follow me, people. I will find you a safe place to hide!"
And ever so macho, he flung his too short cape around him and begun running towards a old warehouse that was still intact.
In the background the roars of the monster vibrated the very air...it had seen the other lizard suddenly shrink...and was now on it´s way back, stomping furiously...
