Thread: Evil always prospers ( Everlasting and Kevin )

RE Evil always prospers The men and women who had rose to try and stop The Queen could only be labeled as foolish. It was blatantly apparent that there was no stopping Her She had no weakness, made no mistakes, and Her power was without rival. The world really should just consider themselves fortunate that the Villainess merely committed her crimes as means for her own entertainment, rather than having truly malevolent goals of world-domination and human servitude. Still, when one person decides to use their position or power to violate inherent human rights, it is only natural the other people rise up to try and stop them, no matter how wide the gap in power is. With billions of people on the planet, there was always bound to be a fraction of them who refused to take the terrorism lying down. It just so happened, that in this case, those people were completely delusional, and in having these delusions of grandeur, most of these people worked alone. It was only a few truly crazy and totally irresponsible, if not also evil people that believed their own warped, illogical sense of importance so much that they would take on a side-kick from the one resource of humans that could slip into such a silly role adolescents. And that is how Kevin Davis found himself in this predicament now, in the lair of the sinister Queen. Kevin had called himself Kid Dynamite since he started serving as the side-kick for John Salvatore, aka Mr. Righteous a slightly overweight, middle-aged tech-nerd who believed in his own intellect so much that he felt he would be able to stop the invincible Queen. John had spent months studying every tape and news article about Her, and thought he had figured out a way to penetrate her other-worldly powers via an electromagnetic field. Of course, it had failed miserably, and if John were even still alive he was badly injured, probably for the rest of his life, as The Queen disposed of him the way most people dispose of insects. Unfortunately, little Kevin, who was so incredibly innocent and naive that he had actually believed in the character Mr. Righteous, would now pay a much longer, much bigger price. The thirteen year-old boy was now laying on the cold floor of The Queen's Play Room, and finally started to wake up from his deep sleep due as She spoke to him and nudged him with Her foot. The boy whimpered on the floor as his weak, skinny arms trembled wildly, lifting his slender torso up off the floor. He was still wearing his silly, stupid side-kick's uniform form-fitting in all aspects, a long-sleeve shirt, pants, little boots, gloves, and usually a mask as well, though The Queen had removed that when she was still considering whether she would take the boy or not. An all black ensemble may not seem very heroish, a thought which Kevin had voiced his naive concerns over, but the brilliant Mr. Righteous pointed out this way, She won't be able to see us. Kevin tossed his somewhat long mop of brown hair back with one tiny hand as he blinked through his blurry, incredibly large and innocent hazel eyes, and finally saw the terrible Villainess sitting there, staring down at him with a truly wicked grin. The boy's heart almost came to a stop before it began racing wildly once more. Kevin eyes nearly popped out of his head as he realized where he was. He looked left and right quickly, then back up at the Woman in Her throne, who was towering over him even when sitting down. Kevin suddenly stood up as quickly as he could and turned frantically on his toe, running towards the locked door behind him, nearly tripping over himself with how quickly he moved. Kevin's slender body, nearly without any fat, slammed into the door as he tried to open it. His tiny hands pressed against the steel door and shoved for all they were worth, to no avail. He gripped and tugged at the handle with all his might, his skinny arms shaking with effort, even putting one of his feet up to try and pull the huge door open, and it didn't budge. What did it matter anyway? Where would he go? As he pulled and tugged on the door, The Queen was able to sit in Her throne and admire her new prize. He was so adorable and little barely 5' tall, and probably not even 100 lbs. His visage was beyond cute, with flawless, smooth olive skin, and the most brilliant, perfect white teeth. But as he was standing now with his back turned towards Her, she got a better look at what first caught Her attention earlier in the day an absolute bubble of a butt, jiggling visibly in the tight black pants, looking out-of-place on any boy, let alone one so young. He would be the perfect fit for Her needs...