One Punch Man
By Marcus Dewayne Banks
The Prince walked into the “abandoned” building holding the Louis Vuitton duffle bag and saw the doctors hovering over Vincent’s body. They were operating on him. The Prince knew he could be helpful with his skills with metal. All of their tools were metal. He walked over to see if he could be of any assistance.
“We have everything under control Mr. Disney,” One of the doctors said to him. Raven had done a good job hacking their brains.
Vincent appeared to be numb to any pain. He muttered a few things about Innocent but that was about it. Van was stretching behind the entire fiasco. She was weary of the situation with the unknown assailant that was controlling the ground and was prepared to fight him if necessary.
They waited for about an hour as the doctors talked about how much they loved the Lion King as they operated and The Prince sat and looked on with a look of fear on his face. He felt responsible. He didn’t like playing the position of being a team leader sometimes. It became annoying and he didn’t realize how much he affected the world. He saw the Prophecies but him seeing the visions was like a butterfly effect to the world. Vincent getting shot in the leg meant a whole lot of white boys were killed. Vincent was the last Aryan. The last full blooded white male. He was crack cocaine in the flesh. His child would impregnate a lot of women. Women of different races. The Prince had to tell Vincent he was not the father of the anti-Christ but Vincent was. The white male was the devil. The devil to society. The actual devil was an angel. But on Earth it was the white male. Vincent accepted this but he never truly looked at himself as evil. He knew the Prince was more of the ruthless killer. Vincent had mercy. He had pity for so many people because he knew how sad the state of the world was because of his race. He took no pride in his race. He saw the Neo Nazi movement as a joke. The only Neo he respected was in the matrix. The entire team did well on computers…it was how they were called. Just like the films. Raven just happened to control it.
Let’s put it simple reader. We all have a job to do. Yours may be working at McDonald’s mine may be telling you this story but what you have to decide is if you are going to let my story help or make you worst of a person. I am talking about the end of the world how I see it. You can let this help you or not but I know if I walk into McDonald’s you need to do what I ask of you. Raven and other celebrities have a job but just like you at McDonald’s when you leave the job you have another life. You may go party you may go smoke you may tell a story like me. But your job is not you.
After the operation Vincent sat with his leg wrapped on a chair in his boxers. The bullet had went in his thigh and he couldn’t put any weight on it. The doctors said he would always need a cane. The Prince sighed. Vincent could never run again. He hated using his powers. Something wrong always happened when he used his powers. He heard something drop behind him. Money. Change. He turned and saw a penny on the floor. He knew what that meant.
The Penny lifted and was hurled quickly into the heads of the doctors and they were killed. The Penny was now fully charged of electrons and memories. It was charged. Then it disappeared. It was a generated form of currency he and Raven created….but reader…we are getting ahead of ourselves.
Vincent was smoking his E-Cigarette when the dead bodies began to disappear. They fazed in and out of visible view there body at one moment looking like static on a television than a human body another.
“Avert your eyes,” Raven’s voice entered Van, Vincent, and The Prince’s mind, the only part that was still attached to the matrix. No one saw what happened to the bodies next. Prince asked Raven once what she did to the bodies and she told him:
“Do me a favor? Don’t ever ask me that again.”
And he never did.
When everyone opened their eyes again the room was a hotel. An hotel only built for yuppies. There was a Jacuzzi in the middle of the floor. Exotic foods like escargot and caviar served on trays by nude women of all types of exotic races. None of it was real but they were all apart of the deep web now, as deep as it could go for the moment. Raven was exerting all of her strength for this. She was not coherent to anything happening in the “room”. The Prince felt lost every time Raven went into one of these trances. He felt like she was missing or something….nothing was more important than the meeting with the man that moved the Earth. He just wished he could have met him with his fiancé there.
“He’s on his way,” Vincent said as he stood. He was no longer in his boxers. He had a Prada suit on. White. Always white. Van had a yellow Kate Spade dress on with red hearts on it. Always yellow. The Prince wore a black and yellow track suit similar to the one Bruce Lee wore. He walked over to one of the nude women looked in her eyes. He stared for a moment into them. He shook his head and looked around at the women again. There was one with a tray with red wine instead of white. He walked over to her.
“Raven, leave. You’re sticking out. We don’t need you here,” The Prince said. “If he comes in here and sees you the deals off. He’s going to notice he knows how powerful you are.”
“I am not….not….,” The woman began to shudder. “I can stay I can handle this. I will change the wine color.”
“No,” The Prince grabbed a glass and poured it on the floor. It splashed and left a puddle on the floor. “Now it is here. Sara, we are not doing this. If he suspects something he may hurt someone. An Earthquake on this structure will kill us all because it’s not here. You are not your original. He is from that dimension.”
“He knows how powerful she is…he may think I am just weak and couldn’t change all the glasses. I am not leaving….”
There was a knock on the door. Three knocks. That was the code. It was him.
The Prince looked at the Spanish woman that Raven was pretending to be and sighed loudly. He was scared. He didn’t know what to do.
He looked over at Van. Van nodded.
The Prince walked over to the door and opened it. There was a Hispanic male there. He wore a plaid button up shirt with creased khakis. Only his top button was buttoned on the shirt. He had a crisp white tee on and a pair of chuck taylor all stars on they were black and yellow. The man had a lot of tattoos just like the Prince. He had long black hair. He had a pair of dark shades on and a toothpick in his mouth. He had a stubble on his face. A five o’ clock shadow. The Prince felt like a fool. He would notice Raven. The Prince didn’t have a doubt in his mind.
The man brushed past the Prince and looked around the room as the Prince closed the door behind him.
“Who’s the lead? No damn well it ain’t the telepath,” He looked at Vincent and shook his head. “I saw pictures of you in the briefing. You look just like the boss man but you damn sure don’t act like him. You were getting your ass whipped like you ran off on the plug. Why didn’t you just let The Prince give you a one. You ain’t got no hands?”
Vincent growled. “I am not allowed to get hit in the face. It may rattle my mind or ruin my playboy looks. You saw the whole thing? How?”
The man pulled out a pair of glasses. “These allow me to watch you from afar. Like a bird in the sky. Sitting on top of a rock staring down at whatever I want. That’s why they call me Hawk. I see it all.”
The Prince tried to act nonchalant as Hawk began looking at the women. There were several Spanish women in the room but Raven’s was the most exotic. She had big breast and the wine with her allure and aura it just didn’t look like it would go well to him. But he didn’t think Hawk had a reason to be suspicious. But he worked for a whole different organization. He was from another dimension. A pair of glasses that could see from miles away wasn’t exactly new. Satan had given the Prince plenty of glasses to reflect light from Raven’s waves to release data throughout the universe but they only had one pair of them. A black pair that the Prince had to go through massive experiments to get. Hawk’s dimension was very advanced.
“I’m the point man. I am The Prince. You didn’t recognize me,” The Prince said with a smile.
“I did. I just heard you been fucking up. I didn’t know if you had been demoted or not. Word is you and your girl been causing all types of shit that don’t need to be done. I mean, what’s this about Innocent and some Hispanic drug lord being killed?”
“Innocent isn’t dead,” The Prince said.
“Where is she? We had her running a club. Two Psyhics were with her. Where’s the one from your dimension?”
The Prince looked at Vincent who had a sick smile on his face. He was leaning on his cane with anger flowing through his veins. He wanted answers.
“That’s classified information,” The Prince answered.
“I outrank you boy,” The Hispanic male yelled. “I don’t care if you’re the Prophet! I will report this shit. Now one more time! Where are the Innocent’s?”
“I have orders from Satan himself not to tell anyone anything but my Original. Other than that I don’t answer to anyone. It’s Vincent that got this whole thing started. His original is your boss. So all of this is to cover up the fact that the Vincent’s are fucking up. The original read my original’s mind so he went to Innocent in a dream. That’s the deal. He fucked up. Then Vincent knowing his original fucked up probably took an order to find Innocent. He realized he was in over his head and about to get killed and now you’re here.
“First off, Vincent. I am not giving birth to the anti-christ. You are.”
Vincent’s mouth dropped open.
“What the hell are you talking about,” Hawk said.
“What I just said. Vincent, there is only one way out of this and I think you know. Otherwise you will never see your dream fulfilled.”
Vincent grunted. There was a long silence. Van stood against a wall with her arms crossed she was out of view of Hawk and kept glancing at Raven. Raven wasn’t even close to be intelligent. She was retarded, the slowest of all the servants but the most beautiful. She was walking back and forth smiling. The other women were doing the same thing but to Van she still looked out of place. She was watching intently as the scene unfolded.
Vincent gripped his cane. “You fucking liar! I am not some devil bringer. Look at all the killing you and her do. For no fucking reason look at what you’re people do. You and Raven argue over women and kill women that you seduce for fun. You use music to kill people. You fucking signed Ice to that fucked up contract you-“
“And you judge me too much! You are not God!”
“I am not the devil either!”
“On this Earth you are.”
Hawk began laughing. “You going to let him talk to you like that?”
Vincent turned to Hawk. “He’s playing you! Raven is here right now!”
“Avert your eyes,” Raven yelled.
The ground shook and rumbled. The Hispanic woman that was Raven fell to her knees screaming.
“You bitch,” The Prince ran towards Vincent. Van ran towards Hawk.
Everything in the room had frozen. Raven sat on the ground cradling her head.
“Think before you move Prince,” Vincent said smiling.
“Van stop,” The Prince said as he slowed to a halt. Van stopped inches from Hawks face. They were about the same height. She had an expression on her face of pure disgust.
“They set us up Prince,” Van said sadly.
“What does your prophecy say of this Prince,” Vincent asked slowly walking towards him with his smile getting wider.
“You’re a bitch. That’s all it says,” The Prince said as his hands turned to fist.
“Want another quake?”
“If you hurt her again I will-“
“What? You’re hands are tied Prince. You have no choice but to do something out of the ordinary. First off I believe you’re lying about Innocent.”
“Your bitch homes….she’s looking real pretty there,” Hawk said.
Van smiled. “Were you briefed on me?”
“Nah, who are you, the massage lady? I can take both of you and give you some of this salsa…”
“Stand down Hawk,” Vincent said. “They are both off limits. I’d rather see them dead than see what The Prince would do to us if you did something so foul. This is just torture. They killed her. And made her relive it forever. Different files of her death played as programs whenever they wanted except she wasn’t dead. They would just make her watch the shit over and over. Live the shit over and over. Slowing time down. The video would be hours of torture but in the real world not even a second went by. It would drive her mad to live through that than come back to a fucking half a second later.”
“Who,” Hawk asked.
“Everyone. They have a camp of these women. I think Innocent is there.”
“She’s not you fucking dickhead,” The Prince walked to the Spanish woman and helped her up.
“Who is this,” The Prince asked Raven.
“A porn star her name is Kitty Caprice,” Raven said holding her head in agony.
“Now it makes sense. I bet she’s with Flake right! This is what you wanted to talk to me about. Flake has this Kitty Caprice chick hostage. You’re original read my original’s mind and saw all of this. My life what was supposed to happen to me but you weren’t expecting another prophecy so soon. You really thought I was supposed to have sex with Innocent bro?”
Jet Lee cut Vincent off. “I’m the main one against all of this shit. You think I would fuck your ex bro? I thought that was the last thing you would expect of me. I want to leave Earth with Yoshua. I have two kids already bro. You’re fucking sick you bitch!”
The Prince walked over to Vincent. They stared at each other a moment.
“Do it,” Vincent said. “Hit a fucking cripple. Be a real man and hit a crippled man.”
“His mind Marcus. Don’t do it,” Raven said as she sat back on the ground.
“Listen to the lady,” Vincent said with a sarcastic tone.
“What are you going to do Prince, that mother fucker don’t got no loyalty. He’s a devil. He’s the devil. Dude took advantage of your girl homes. What you going to do S-A? I wouldn’t take that shit. Not me Vato touch my girl-“
“Oh shut up,” Van said interrupting Hawk shaking her head as she watched the exchange between Vincent and The Prince.
“I am not going to hit you Vincent,” The Prince said. He reached in the pocket of his yellow and black track suit. He had no choice. Even if he punched Vincent and beat the hell out of him there was no telling what would happen to his mind. His mind was like a bomb the chemical imbalance unlike anything on Earth. He had only been punched once and it turned a man that had never had an evil thought into someone that would stab his best friends in the back for no reason except he didn’t believe he was evil. Vincent was so smart he was dumb. Trying to be something he wasn’t he was becoming more and more evil. “Read my mind and see that I am telling you the truth.”
“I will make a wish to counteract the dream. You win twice. A closer step towards getting your freedom. Neither I nor my original has ever made a wish. Imagine what that will do for your rep in the service. You will be a hero.”
There was no hesitation.
“You have a deal,” Vincent said.
And that is where we will end this Chapter reader.
Lyrics from Jet Lee Jetson’s Rhyme Book.
Best Friend written 10/2/2017
After hearing news of the mass shooting in Las Vegas.
“My best friend// kept me from driving towards this dead end// told me stay true to my set and I could set trends// blessed when// I wake up to a lesson// that’s life death to anyone that’s sexist// in my pocket breath mints// no scars on my left wrist// all the hatred in my heart she let live// red skin// scriptures written with an indirect pen// cartoons describing the adolescent// misdirected// subjected// to anti depressants// because I wasn’t the happy they wanted// I’m gay but I’m androgynous I can’t call it// got her picture in my wallet// Angel this is a ballad for the fallen// only a coward shoots a man with a balled fist// talk slick// they talk stick// is it bad to have a smart mouth// Raven’s home became our house// suddenly they say my bars foul// I brought the hard out// drugs in jars vials// I had the streets messed up diamonds like Argyle// don’t know for a fact but homie felt odd when I said his name// I just want to set the record straight// he knew I could cause her stress and pain// and wanted to make sure it was in my blood to ball if her eggs was late// what you expect it’s Banks// no hard feelings Mr. Pearman the streets I left for Rae// Now I’m going to cop an extra chain// I attract metal I guess you can say I invest in shame// grab a vest I’m shame// Jada by my side Georgia Peaches tell the fuzz they the next to shave// innocent people were killed you mean you can protect that lame?// but when it comes to the sport you can’t protect the game?// Vegas is Sin City but the white house is Hell’s Kitchen// Trump going to Puerto Rico I guess the spell’s Victims// counteract that with pale (pail) visions// build a castle not a house made of brown not white that helps the whale fishing// sushi in a suite// you getting cheese we getting quiche// Asian like the Sabertooth Tiger I am Victor Creed// have a child with Mystique// he will be a Nightcrawler I want him to hear disappearing Ink//”
By Sabrina Hiroshima Banks-Pearman
Marcus Dewayne Banks had two families growing up. Here is another secret reader, Tyra Banks is not his cousin but his twin sister. They were separated at birth because of their bloodlines. Are you a star wars fan? The story isn’t new reader. It happens all day to Princes and Princess’. Did you think England had the only kings and queens? Did you think the story of Jesus was only one person? If you read the bible you will notice that once Adam and Eve left the exile of the garden they ran into other people correct. So they weren’t the first man or first woman. This is in Genesis. You think God would put the entire world in the hands of one man? No. That was the first man to be exiled because he was a homosexual. He let an animal. A beast be more important than him to his woman. Something that was a reptile was more attractive than him to her because he was a snake. She bit the apple first not him. The apple is nothing but a vagina. Spilt it down the middle what does it look like. She was the first gay woman. She knew more than her man which is why the bible is anti-women. This weak and gay inferior man was also the first white male. Noah was raped by his son after he got too drunk. This caused the Cannanite tribe to be started. That was the first homosexual act recorded in the history of Earth. And we are still paying for it today.
His bloodline was royal. He had the Banks last name just like his Sister. But he had to live with another family away from the fame. In this family was his half-sister Dorothy Blades and his cousins Nicholas and Natasha Goodman.
As children they were often left alone the four of them and sexual things would happen between them. Dry humping mostly…they were kids though and had no supervision ever. I mean ever. The Prince most of the time would draw and write or play video games…but he was constantly taunted into physical contact with the other children. They would pick on his sister if he didn’t do it.
One time they tried to kill his sister in her sleep. They held her nose while she slept and put a scar on her face. They would constantly get her in trouble by telling lies on her to their Grand Mother and Marcus had to defend her. One day he spoke to his mother on the phone and told her about them picking on his half-sister. His mother told him if Natasha hit his sister again then to hit her. He did. His cousin Nick hit him. They fought. It was a draw. Really, Nick tapped out. But Dorothy stopped getting picked on to a certain extent.
Marcus really never got along with his sister until later in age. He knew who his real sister was and to be around Dorothy who would never stand up for herself and always blame him for everything wrong in her life it killed him. Years later Dorothy, Natasha, and Nick told his mother and the whole family that he used to molest the two girls. It bothered him very much that someone could take advantage of kindness like that. His own half-sister.
The sad thing was years after they were unsupervised children his sister and his cousin Nick had actual sex with each other. They knew it was wrong and made Marcus promise to never tell anyone. Natasha actually ended up making something out of herself. She went to college and joined a sorority and Dorothy and Nick both were unmarried with several children living from check to check. Dorothy more living off of his mother’s kindness but she recently had robbed his mom as well and Marcus felt like now they were trying to kill his mother in her sleep. He wished Dorothy was dead. He should have let his “cousins” kill her.
Nick Goodman had recently popped up in Marcus Dewayne Banks life again with the success of him being married to Raven and having so much going on. You’ll learn more about that later in the story reader. But let me tell you this just like God had one gay man….colored people have a million bitch ass niggaz.
Marcus Dewayne Banks sat in a bank. His cousin had stolen a million dollars out of his account. Raven had ordered him to get him arrested immediately. At first The Prince felt conflicted. He didn’t like being told how to handle his situations but it was way out of his control. Her father had gotten involved and he was one dude that scared the shit out The Prince. Several times her father had almost had him killed. It was how they met and first impressions are everything. There was a cease fire as of late but this was unforgiveable. The Prince could not spare Nicholas Goodman. Raven wouldn’t allow it and he was whipped badly. She as of late had been sweet as pie. He began calling her Sweet Potato Pie and they were spending all day and night together. She was his best friend. Van had even fallen back seeing how safe he was with her. They had each other’s back and that’s why the Prince was getting her tattooed on the back of his head. She had his back.
Nick was going to jail probably prison. But from what Marcus knew Nick was a bad man. He was a sexual deviant and had a wife and kids with little girls. He beat his son. He sold drugs. He gambled. He drank. He got high. He stole. He was a sinner. A very evil man and he lied all of the time. The Prince decided prison was the only thing that could save him. Sadly it was 10/2/2017. His cousin was going to Prison with the thousand babies. Kids that were highly advanced a Google search would fuck Nick Goodman up. Nick was in big trouble. Marcus knew a lot about him and he knew very little about The Prince. The Prince wanted it that way.
The day they were to rob the bank and put the blame on Nick Marcus stopped Raven and their revenge plot….and she submitted but she also agreed with him that the truth should be told. They settled for him paying $150,000.00 back and let him keep an extra $100,000.00. They figured him being written out of the will and me their daughter Shakur Banks Pearman also known by my pen name Sabrina Hiroshima Banks Pearman replacing him in the will would be good enough for them. The money he stole was nothing. They used another million to bail him out of the insane asylum.
He was back on the street standing up for rights again. All people’s rights and he is back in the studio working on Perfect Blue 2 a sequel to the album he wrote about my mother and a very mean man named J.J. Evans. This one is called the Ghost Of Lil’ Wayne because he wants this to be his Carter Two. We all are inspiring him and think he can go as far as he wants to go.
May the Goddess bless Japan they are being held hostage along with other Asian countries. If Trump destroys North Korea, South Korea our ally will also be destroyed. But North Korea is a no fly zone so they can’t drop bombs anyway. They have to go buy sea and North Korea is destroying their battleships. Yay Rihanna. They have to recall troops from Iraq to battle in North Korea and Trump is scared to go. They are trying to make us go to war with ourselves to forget the war everywhere else. He is scared to go to Puerto Rico. 500 killed? We only need one bullet for him and this nightmare will end. Join us mutants #KillTrump