In the castle of Le Capitale, people were flustered. 'The Man Upstairs' a highly wanted criminal, had escaped his prison cell. This happened not so long ago. King Aevin Spiketrap sent out a broadcasted message too all the people of Le Capitale. Oh, and George got the message too. The reward for capturing 'The Man Upstairs' is becoming a so called hero amongst the people of the Minetrap World. However The King specifically told people NOT too kill 'The Man Upstairs', but George dosen't role that way. George isn't alone on this man hunt though. The King has sent the Terrific Trio after 'The Man Upstairs'. This consists of Jadyn (The King's daughter), Tara (The leader of the town of Glail) and and Carlos (A young man who was a part of the legendary 'Minetrap Gang').

"Where is George now then?' King Aevin asked Carlos, who was leaning on a table.
Carlos straightened himself.
"Up in the commercial zone. He's hiding out somewhere there."
Aevin turned to the other two members of the Trio. They both looked worried. Both of them knew what George had become over time. It wouldn't have been pleasent to meet him again.
"Tara. You have more experience with George. I want you too go tell him the dangers of the fugitive."
Jadyn sighed in relief. Tara groaned.
"Fine." she moaned as she picked up her weapons.

During this time, George was making the most of the abandoned pool he stumbled upon.
It's no Bat-Cave.
George opened up the door to the locker rooms, and opened a locker. 
"How'd you figure that out?" George replied to himself.
Well...
"Save it." George said in a commanding voice.
What's with the bruting and responsible tone?
"Im becoming a hero, remember?"
He walked out of the locker room and around the pool. George opened another door. This was the kitchen.
Who has a kitchen in a swimming centre!
'I dont know." said George. "But I smell un-cooked pancakes!"
Wait, what?

Later that day Tara leaped onto the roof George also so happened too be on. She crept up behind him. George had a sniper rifle in his hand. He lay flat on the ground looking through the scope.
"Dammit." he said in a calm voice. "Thought you'd be coming from over there."
Tara's face turned puzzled.
"And whys that?" she asked.
George stood up. He held his gun in his hand.
"Because thats the direction Sara's burried." George said with a smile on his face.
Tara quickly pulled out a knife from her pocket.
"Don't talk about my sister." she said furiously.
George dropped the giant rifle from his hand. It fired, sending an echoing bang through the air. Tara stumbled backwards. 
"Woops!" George laughed.
He ran up to Tara who had got her balance back. George clenched his fist. It looked as though he was about to punch her. She took a couple more steps back, until George froze his fist in mid air.
"What are you doing!?" she asked in an angry tone.
A noise from under her feet could be heard. She was standing on the sky light above the pool. 
George waved his hand goodbye at Tara.
CRAAACKK
The glass broke and Tara landed on a mountain of pancakes, which filled the pool to the brim. 
"What the hell!?" Tara shouted.
"I was bored, ok!?" George shouted back from the roof, looking down on Tara from the broken glass.

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1 hour earlier...

"I love the smell of 1001 pancakes in the morning! Smells like...Victory!"

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After George cleaned up a bit, Tara sat down and discussed with George about 'The Man Upstairs', while he ate pancakes.
"You can't go after him, y'know." Tara told George.
George looked at her with a mouth pull of pancakes.
"Why? 'Cus I'll kill 'im?" he said.
Tara sat back a little in her chair.
"It is said that if 'The Man Upsta---" Tara was interupted.
"Can we call him something shorter?"
Tara nodded in annoiyance.
"Fine." she said. "It is said that if TMU, if you will, is killed then he will explode, leaving Le Capitale in ashes."
George dumped his pancakes on the floor and threw the plate away.
"Too bad." he replied to her standing up.
Tara stood up aswell. Suddenly George pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Tara took out her bow and opened fire on George. She shot him right in the head.
"Thanks a lot" George said in a casual way.
He pulled the arrow out of his head and it began to heal.
"And before you say anything, lemme just say... necleur submarine." George sniggered after saying that.
Taking out a sword he began too slice away the air between him and Tara. Tara dodged many times, but she couldn't keep it up. After a while George hand cuffed her to a chair. He turned the TV on and positioned the chair Tara sat on facing it.
"Now keep your eyes pealed. I think there's gonna be a little bit of traffic on the main road." George said smiling.
Tara began cursing and threatening George but she didn't fase him at all.

The Main Road...

George hid among the many people in the crowd on the main road. He knew which one was 'The Man Upstairs'. However at the same time a news crew was filming a local contest of some sort. George came closer to 'The Man Upstairs' and quickly clutched onto his waist, carrying him through the street. He then threw him onto the contest stage. The cameras faced him.
"Hey, Aevin! You better be watchin' this, 'cus Im about to do you a big favour!" George shouted at the camera as he held a bow to 'The Man Upstairs'' head. He wore a big dark brown trench coat, and his face was covered by a white plastic of some sort.
"And now, for the big reveal! Live!" George added.
He pulled the man's mask off revealing...
JAKOB!?

BLEEP...BLEEP...BLEEP...BLEEP...BLEEP...Ok stop...

George lay on an medical bed. His heart rate was incredibly slow after the yacht collided with the giant cruise ship. Inside the ship's medical bay he was still asleep. Alive. But asleep...

INSIDE THE DREAM WORLD...

"I told you, I dont wanna go on the stupid creuise! I'll miss the break dancing contest!" George said, tugging his arm.
It was being held by Jakob. In front of them both was a humongous cruise ship. Confetti everywhere. People cheering. Jakob tugged at George's arm pulling him onto the ship.
"Tough, I need a wing-man." he said in a suprisingly hoarse voice.
On the ship's entrance a co-ordinator stood. She was a beautiful woman. Her tag said 'Athena' Jakob wacked the back of George's head.
"Not today." he smirked.
George gave a forced smile to him. Then the captain appeared. It was Julian.
"Hold on...Lemme see some I.D pal!" George said, puzzled.
The Captain or 'Julian' laughed.
"None needed, my friend! Come, join me at the Captain's Table."

BACK TO REALITY

Back on the real ship, the captain came into the medical bay.
"Was there any notification on who this man could be?" he asked.
The Doctor approached him and whispered something into his ear.
"HE IS!?" The Captain shouted. "Get him off this ship now."

INTO THE DREAM WORLD...

"Hey take it easy! Where's the love in these services!" George said as he was being dragged by two guards.
One appeared to be Carlos, the other Jadyn. Jakob's voice then crept up behind George.
"Oh, all the loves right here!" Jakob said holding Athena in his arms. "BOO-YA!"
George frowned.
"Are you kidding me!?" George cried out.
"What can I say? He's got moves." Athena said smiling.
George was held up on the edge of the ship.
"I have moves! I'll show all of you!"
Jadyn and Carlos forced George over the edge.
"I'm gonna become the freshest break-dancer in the world! And when I do you're all gonna be begging to be my peeps!" George exclaimed.
"Sure." said Jadyn. "You're really gonna make a splash."
Everyone laughed.
"Wait wha--" George was thrown over the edge of the ship. "I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN! AAH!"

BACK TO REALITY...AGAIN

SPLOOSH! George landed in the sea.
Are we still hallucinating?
George swam to the surface of the water.
"Don't know yet." George coughed.
Out in the distance was Le Capitale. Good times. George wanted to test his theory of hallucinating.
"Is that really Le Capitale?"
Well I'm you. And to me it is.
George gave a puzzled face.
"Is it being attacked by gigantic cereal mascots?"
Urr...No?
"Then we're still hallucinating. We'll fit right in." George said, as he began to swim towards Le Capitale.

5 hours later. After a lot of clothes shopping...

"Look out world!" George shouted.
He wore purple jogging clothes. This included a sports bra...A pair of purple sneakers...And some really tight shorts.
This is meant to help us fit in?
"Yup!" George said enthusiasticly.
How did you figure that out?
George began to jog through the streets.
"I didn't have to figure anything out." he exclaimed. "I saw it on TV."
Im not sure...It seems kinda wierd.
"I said I saw it on TV! Period!"
Those kids are starring at us by the way...
And laughing.
George turned his head. Three teenagers laughed at him.
"Sheperd to Bo Peep, Sheperd to Bo Peep, I found the wierdo sheep you were lookin' for!" one said laughing.
Kill 'em
Don't kill 'em
Kill 'em!
No, don't!
George's temper was reaching an end.
"Break they're arms?"
Deal.
Fine.
George approached the kids. Angry. Really angry.
"Here comes the pain, you little---"
Suddenly someone cried out from behind George.
"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL SWEETIE!"
It was a couple riding on a bike. They both smiled at George.
"DON'T EVER LET SOMEONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE!"
George was confused.
Did you hear that?
We're beautiful!
"Im beautiful!"
George grew a smile on his face. The kids stood still. They didn't move a muscle.
"Let's go celebrate!" said George putting his hands on his hips.
How?
"How 'bout alchohol!" he suggested
We love alchohol!
"Let's go to a bar that sells alchohol!" George said pointing at a bar.
'The Fleet Tavern' it was called. Some sailors walked in.
Alright! Let's go!
Oh, one more thing!" George turned to the kids.
CRACK CRACK CRACK
After taking care of buisness, George walked into the bar. Everyone starred at him, yet again.
"Urr...Hey sailors." George said nervously.
Keep going!
Yeah, make small talk!
"Phew is it hot outside or what?"
George rested his elbow on a coat hanger. It fell and landed all the coats on a table. On the table was beer. Well, atleast not anymore there wasn't. Someone smashed the end of their bottle, so it'd become a weapon.
"That coat was my uniform!"
George sighed. He took out two guns from his the small pockets of his tight purple pants.
"Let's dance!"

One hour later, after a typical bar fight.

Men lay on the floor, knocked out. Glass was everywhere. George was the last man standing. He sat at the bar table with a beer. George couldn't go anywhere without hurting people. He was hopeless. He switched on the TV. It was the Le Capitale ruler, Aevin Spiketrap, or more commonly known as, Spyro The Spiketrap.
"And that's why this man should be taken straight to me. Avoid killing him at all costs! The result in killing him could be catostrophic! Whoever finds and brings this man to me, will be known as a hero through-out Le Capitale and the server of Minetrap!"
George lifted his head in hope.
It's like he's talking...
"To me. He's talking to me! I know what Im gonna do now! I know how to become a hero!" George cried out.

"IM TOTALLY GONNA WASTE THAT GUY!"

"What are you going to now, Captain Mr. George?" asked Ben..

"Well I liked helping people for once...I might try that next..."

FLASH(123) PRESENTS... THE ASS. WITH SASS: STORY ARC 2 - THIS AIN'T NO PLACE FOR A HERO!


5 weeks later...


With the waves thrashing against the small little yacht in the middle of the ocean, George prepared his knife.
Why do we do this?
Do what?
Hurt ourselves.
George's knife dug into his leg. The radiation from the nuclear bomb inside the submarine George blew up had effected him, in a wierd kinda way...
It dosen't hurt THAT much. Not anymore anyway.
"Oooo." George tried to calm himself. The pain was immense.
Ok maybe it does hurt a little... But hey, it's exciting.
There's other ways to entertain ourselves. We could get a hobby.
"How 'bout fishin'?" George said holding his leg, torn off from his body, over the ship.
What exacly are we waiting for?
For what we need.
For what we want? Or for what we need?
George climbed over the guard rail of the ship, procariously. Ballancing on one leg George began a diving stance.
Those are the same thing.
Not to us.
Well, getting what we need would be boring.
George dove into the ocean below.
"Y'know what's boring?" George replied to his two faced brain. "Immortality."

Getting into more detail, the necleur bomb effected George's tissue. He can now regenerate at super speeds. The Navigator and Ben were not effected. Why? That's what George wants to know. His life is already a living hell. On the run from Jacob 'JS' Koborn. Life's not easy. Last thing George needs is to be able to watch as time goes by, while he watches as he just becomes a small part of an ever changing story. Death would we great right about now for him.

Under the water, George saw sharks. Fish food for dinner. Attacking one, he swung his knife. His brain began another conversation.
Here we go again. Putting ourselves in horrible danger, most of which we put ourselves into, and what do we gain? What do we really want?
Maybe we just want the attention. Maybe we just LIKE the attention.
Maybe? Without a dought, we like the attention--But from whom?
From. Uh..Whoever...
Whomever.
Huh? Oh. From whomever is PAYING attention.
And there it is.
There what is?
'From whomever is paying'. Kinda tragic that we're probably the only mercenary in the world that would rather be payed attention instead of being payed in cash, insn't it?
You and you're big sentenses... It is kinda tragic...
George held a gun to a shark's head. A shark who'd payed attention to him.
Yeah, but not as tragic as what we do to those who actually give us attention.
BLOOM-F!
George climbed back onto the boat.
"Yummy."
We are who we are. We never try to change that.

In front of George sat a woman in a cloak. Boney fingers. Boney body.
"Dinners ready gorgeous." George panted. "Hope you like sushi."
George threw the shark on the table the woman sat at.
"Sushi actually means 'with rice'.
"Well excuse me, Ms. Death. How many people you killed today? How 'bout you take me?"
Dosen't work like that, my love. She replied.
George's eyes opened wide.
"You aren't real, are you?"
"No. Not to you. Atleast, not for a while now.
Death dissapeared.

So what's the plan?
George looked up into the sky. Hopelessly. He raised his arm, from there he raised his index finger. It's the highest he could ever go.
"Dunno." George said sadly. "Maybe I'll just lay here and let the sun cook my flesh into jerky, them watch helplessly as the seaguls pick me apart and carry me away to a strange new land.
A voice from nowhere spoke up.
"Wow, thats original." it said.
The shark. George's going crazy now.
"Oh really?" George replied. "And what the hell do you mean by that?"
The shark turned it's bloody head. Holes in his face. One eye. Broken teeth.
"I mean get you're own plan. That's mine."
George sat up and looked at the shark.
"Im original." he replied in a puzzled tone. "Everything I do is original. Who goes hunting for sharks, with a knife, under water, no oxygen. Im the freakin' man!"
The shark turned his head again. His chest against the, now burning, sun.
"No. What you are..."
George closed his eyes. He knew what was coming next.
"...is alone."

George turned back around. He stuck a knife to the shark's face.
"I have friends. Athena, Julian, Jakob, Sara...Tara...Ben, Jadyn."
The shark was now being picked by seaguls.
"I guess...*cough*.... that makes me your friend too...*cough cough* I gave you what you wanted...When you needed it..."
Dead. George snapped out of his illusion.
"Well, then." he raised a gun too his head. "I AM crazy."
HONK HONKKKK
George turned around. A cruise ship.
"AWW CMON!"
The ship collided with the small yacht. At that moment George noticed on the side of the ship. It was the logo for the police force.
'Nothing will harm you. Not on our watch'
"APPIFANY! I'LL BECOME A GOO---" George was cut short as the ship crashed into the yacht.