Friend or Foe? By Superman

“Out, demon!” Sir James III yelled at the dark knight against him. He took his sword and lunged it into the evil heart of the dark knight. He fell off his horse and lay on the ground, empty of evil.

Then, about a mile away, he saw a shining object. He yelled “Forward” to his horse and he walked toward it. Sir James grabbed hold of the mysterious obstacle. It looked like a bottle with some sort of liquid inside. He opened the bottle and took a drink. He made a disgusted face. He swallowed it as if he is being forced. He looked down at the bottle and he thought, in his head that he hates it but something is telling him to drink more. So he does.

He drank a little bit. A little bit more. More. More! Until it was empty. That thing that was telling him to drink it was gone. The only thing that he thought was how dizzy he was. He dropped the bottle and it shattered into a billion little pieces. He fell on the ground and turned unconscious. What felt like two minutes later, he woke up.

There were thousands of screaming people surrounding a big, green arena. Half of the people were yellow and black, and the other half dark green and yellow.

“HEY!” yelled a man behind Sir James. “Move it!”

“Pardon me?” Sir James responded confused,

“I said move, it tin man!”

“Who be that tin man you speaketh of?”

“You!! Now get out of the way!!! I’m trying to watch!”

“Where be thou?”

“What?”

“Friend or foe?”

“Foe!”

“Well, well. Demon, knight is it?”

“Demon knight? What the…”

“Shall we joust?”

“Joust?”

“I challenge thee to a joust….mmm….down thither.”

“We can’t go down there, moron. We’ll get kicked out.”

“Art thou a coward?”

“Yes! Umhm…NO! I want to watch the game!!! Now move!”

“Thou givest up and I win by thy surrender. Who be they?” Sir James III points down to the football field.

“The Steelers. Dude! They are beast!”

James III suddenly lit up with inspiration. He looked down and saw bright yellow and black moving objects.

“What are those?” he asked the obese man, who was now stuffing his face with popcorn, a foot long hotdog and a Budlight.

The fat man replied, “Football players…DUH!”

“Be they enemy?”

“Um...Whatcha’ talkin’ ‘bout”

“Doesn’t matter! They must be destroyed!”

“By the Packers? They stink!!!”

“I won’t mind them. I need to destroy those beasts in green and yellow livery!!”
James III sprinted down the stands smiting people right and left. He gained a lot of shouts like, “Hey! Watch it freak!!” and “What the heck! Look where you’re going!” He didn’t care. His mind was set and focused on killing off the beasts.
Finally, he got down to the gate where two tall men dressed in long black shirts and pants, stood.

“Excuse me but I need to get through,” he explained.

“I don’t think so,” The tallest man said.

He was chubbier than the average person. Not as big as the other guy but still lengthy in the stomach. His dark brown hair had some specks of gray at the roots and, he had wrinkles all around his dark, suspicious eyes. Big bags hung under his eyes also. He had a long nose. VERY long. About the size as if he were Pinocchio and had lied three times, it was that long. And pointy. He wasn’t very charming either. His adam’s apple was almost the size of a potato. He had a loud, deep voice, about as deep as you could imagine God having when he created the earth.

“Why not?”

“What’s wrong with you? This is the Super Bowl! Unless you are part of the team, team coach, coach’s assistant, manager etc., you aren’t allowed.”

“But thy beasts are on thy field! What will they do if they kill everyone?”

“I think you need to leave. Stanley, take ‘im out.”

Stanly was shorter, yet stubbier. He had huge arms that lifted James III up in the air and flung him on his wet, sweaty back. The moisture was seeping into James’ helmet and the stench reached his nose.

Being a trained knight had its advantages. Like being able to get away from someone or kill someone right on the spot. Sir James lifted up his foot and kicked Stanley right in the side of the stomach. Stanley immediately fell to the ground. Sir James, the knight did a back flip off of his back and kicked him on the backside too. Stanley rolled his sphere like body over to face Sir James.

James took out his sword and pointed it millimeters from Stanley’s face.

“Give me thy keys! Unless thou doth want to see thy Maker today.”

Shaking, Stanley slowly reached in to his back pocket and pulled out keys. James grabbed the keys and sprinted back to the gate.

Meeting the security guard for the second time, he pulled out his sword once again and ordered him to move. He did. James opened the gate. The yellow and black beasts were like dragons. Running back and forth back and forth. Attacking the opposing people.

James imagined being back at the castle. But instead of one dragon, eleven. He thought of a plan after watching for five minutes.

All of the beasts seemed to be wanting one thing: a mysteriously shaped piece of something brown.

James charged toward the ball. It was flying left and right. Too high for him to jump up and catch. He thought, “I know nothing of this world!”

Without a thought he followed the ball to intercept it and succeeded in grabbing it. Realizing what he had done, he ran everywhere. He didn’t know where he was going and the whole crowd was booing and jeering. He looked back to see everyone following him. Halting, they followed and all fell on top of one another.

James had done it!! He walked on top of the sweating, breathing mountain. He smiled to himself. As he got down, billions of people came running towards him. He thought that he would get praises, but the looks on their faces didn’t seem like they were leaning towards praise. They piled words on him. Mean words. Hateful words. Curses. He fell to the ground and went into a deep sleep.

After what seemed like a billion years but was only two hours and thirty-nine minutes, he woke up on the ground, where he had been. The empty bottle lay beside him. He looked at it and threw it into the mote.

Then he realized that he still had something in his hand. It was the mysteriously shaped piece of something brown. He looked at it, then set it on the ground. He looked at it once more, then walked away, thinking, “Packers stink.”