Things that go Boom!
main character: Jack O'Toole, the Mad Bomber
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to Jack (property of Joss Whedon & the Buffy the Vampire Slayer writing staff) or to The Mad Bomber (property of Jim Henson & anyone else with legal rights to the Muppets).
distribution: Twisting, Paula, anyone else ask first.
note: this is set in season 3, before Zeppo.
The explosion wasn't that big, but it was more than sufficient to cause the sides of the dumpster to break apart, more a statement of the poor construction that the explosion's force. Rats scurried away in all directions, as did one particularly filthy and wretched vampire. Clouds of dark smoke, thick with the stench of scorched garbage and explosive powder rolled upwards, obscuring the stars.
Laughter emerged from the watching figure, rasping and harsh, almost secretive. As if he feared that someone would come to stop him. One hand curled almost lovingly around the handle, now pushed nearly flat against the box. "heheheeheheheh.... One down."
Still sniggering, the figure bobbed away, a sort of rolling uneven motion, as if prepared to duck for cover at any moment.
His next stop was a run down warehouse, currently the site of someone else's big plan. Inside, a teen with dark blond hair and an air of rebellion was chanting over a body. He was concentrating hard on the words.
In fact, Jack was concentrating so hard that he didn't realize anybody else was even in the building until there was a large BOOOM! accompanied by clouds of dark smoke and some falling bits of ceiling tile. Both Jack and his friend jumped, drawing startled breaths as they looked around the warehouse.
Slowly, Jack stalked over to the small figure, laughing at the dark clouds, one hand resting on the detonator box. "What's so funny?"
"Just having a little fun here." The wide eyes rolled a little as the words emerged, not quite sufficient to convince anyone of harmlessness.
Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Jack looked at him. "Fun? Sounded more like a bomb going off to me."
The demented looking man sniggered again. "Yeah... I just love it when things go Boom. Makes me feel all happy inside."
For a few moments, Jack was entirely too still, thoughtfully looking at the strange figure before him. "Well then... Care to share the knowledge?"
"Why not?" The strange little man in the ruffled collar shrugged. "The more people, the more boom. What should I call you anyhow, kid?"
"I'm Jack O'Toole." He held one hand out in the time honored gesture of alliance.
"Glad to meet you." There was something unbalanced in the smile, the gleaming square teeth. "Let me teach you all about making things go boom..."
end What is This 3: Things that go Boom.