Wayne had found a fair share of vinyl trench coats and pants at a local thrift store one evening and decided his outfit needed to become legit. After purchasing said materials the Manbat stopped by a costume shop and acquired a ninja suit pattern to get started on his awesome new costume.
After some tedious fabric cutting and pin pricking his fingers, Wayne was finished with his new costume. He fashioned the mask with plastic bat ears he had cut from an old prop mask he found in the closet. Donning his new suit he found the ass rode up on him and his nuts were being squeezed shitless, on top of severely hindered movement.
Not to be dismayed of the fit of his costume he decided it was time to take the recently purchased police LTD he bought at auction for a ride. He had painted the car black and stuck bat symbols all over the hood and doors. "I'm gonna look totally badass!" Wayne exclaimed as he piled in the old squad car. He had fitted the door hollows with phone books, having to remove all the lock components and window mechanisms to make the fit. The phone books, he had heard, would make the car more bullet resistant. Also after removing the guts of the doors he replaced all the windows with security glass hoping that would provide protection as well.
The Manbat (wearing roughly eight pounds of the vinyl and a heavy cape made of a black PVC shower curtain he took from his mothers house) was perspiring before he even pulled the car from his driveway. He drove to the interstate and pulled off to the shoulder to flip on the old police scanner he had bought.
"A record breaking 103 degrees in Jeffersonville and surrounding cities..." Wayne flipped the radio off as a call came over the scanner. This was it, a man was holding his wife and child hostage at an apartment in Dayton and authorities were yet to know if the man was armed or not. This was it. He would go save the day and everyone would know that there was a new law in town, a terror that would thwart crime where ever it rears it's ugly head.
Wayne peeled out as he streaked onto the highway, doing eighty easy as he raced to the rescue. As he drove the car was becoming beyond sweltering hot, sweat poured into his eyes and he yanked the mask off so he could maintain visibility. This didn't help as his vision blurred and his throat turned to sand. After a few more minutes Wayne decided he would find a way to let him roll the windows down or maybe even recharge the AC. This minor set back, he decided, would not daunt him from his mission.
Roughly halfway there Wayne no longer felt hot and his sweating had diminished drastically. He stomped the gas as the car lurched onto an over pass. Suddenly Wayne blacked out.
Later on we would learn that Wayne's car was found on the side of the road, destroyed after launching from the overpass. Police have reported the man had passed out from heat stroke and was killed by massive head trauma due to the wreck. No one knows why the fuck he was dressed in a bat costume or where the hell he was going.
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