Iceman/Hellboy: American Chlorine

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of Earthling vigilante 'action/hyperbole' for things of heroics, 'license' of will, courage for wits, and simple jitters.

Vigilantism portrait/fiction.

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations/comment).

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Let me tell you the story of my days as a vigilante, when I was a younger man in the American Homeland, where junior hockey-league coaching complemented my private crusade to deal with a North American psycho-killer who went by the eerie comic art 'inspired' alias Hellboy and drew my Selfie age of Western-Earth lifestyle shields for the Ego. Follow along, Facebook-like.

HELLBOY: I make wage; you like some video-game blogs for ice-hockey for kids!

ME: I'm just a masked prowler of my North American streets with my acid-gun.

HELLBOY: Now, you have a liquid-nitrogen gun to pair with hydrochloric-acid, pal?

ME: I'm the hero, and I do like video-games for ice-hockey shares, and you're evil.

HELLBOY: I appreciate this secret/cyber exchange for your world, but you'll lose!

ME: That's impossible; I'm the North American vigilante with nothing to lose now.

HELLBOY: Won't your athletes miss ya, fool?

ME: Nah...they won't miss you.

Of course, I was lying in half-vanity; for someone would miss me for deed if I was bloody-murdered by Hellboy...Shelbye. She was everything to me and was proud of my work as a hockey-junior league coach in the American Homeland. That's why I kept her a secret and didn't disclose (on social media) my 'agenda' to fly-away to Brussels (Belgium!) with her to (someday/somehow) become a writer. She inherited wealth from her daddy; and I wanted to invest in Nasdaq with Euro-sharpness (with her). After all, I had to feel the Romanticism I sought to protect (with bread/fruit)...Facebook-like!

Hellboy was to enter a shopping complex for 'consciousness' with his machine gun painted to look like a red-toy, but I was there, with my ice-gun to freeze his steel-tipped boots and humiliate him in public-view in a face-covering Coronavirus mask and sunglasses and fake-beard (ha). Hellboy was taken to treatment at the Advanced Center from the Criminally-Insane (ACCI); and I took Shelbye to the mall the very-next Saturday (for jellybeans). This was Facebook-like.

PSYCHIATRIST: You fancied yourself as the AntiChrist, friend?
HELLBOY: I've no-name, and no friends (to speak!).

PSYCHIATRIST: Why punish North Americans for frailty?

HELLBOY: So much trouble in the world, Blue Planet...maybe it's (all) the game!

PSYCHIATRIST: Well, here your medications shall draw you (back?) to TV-sanity.

HELLBOY: You've got me in here for-life...so I'll just watch movies and TV (fair).

PSYCHIATRIST: The police wouldn't caught the likes of you?

HELLBOY: I don't care, for it does no matter...a vigilante found my thesaurus (ok).

PSYCHIATRIST: Facebook-like!

With Hellboy-away, I found myself sharing some nice American lunch-meat snacks with darling-Shelbye; and I thought earnestly about those 'pesky' incomplete-distances readings of the address of leviathan/uncertainty of everyday-life (or traffic!). However, I felt my work as a vigilante was 'fantastic' miracle for storytellers, and I was to become a writer, as I dreamed (in Belgium!). Maybe I'd pen a series of vigilante-comics 'faerie-tales' about consumerism vanities unthreatened by aliens, ghouls, psychos, and unsportsmanlike conduct (ha).

SHELBYE: Pen a story about a vigilante-hero fellow who fights chemical-warfare!

ME: Sure, there's comics avatars in such arrow (Captain America, Captain Planet).

SHELBYE: How about Green Lantern (DC), love?
ME: Will you marry me (for escape, Earth's acid).

SHELBYE: Sure (Facebook-like).

Now, in Belgium/Brussels, I (an older-man), have found much wisdom, having-married, and learning of the more sociological minds behind Blue-Planet jars of confidence and nets and education and political negotiations (ok). I decided to apply some of my readings/education to craft stories about heroics required, reasonable, reddish, runny, and maybe real (hmmm).

I think-back on my younger-days (in North America) as a 'super' vigilante (the Iceman) and having conquered that horrid 'game' of shadows with that Hellboy lunatic-American for whom I'd become something of a veiled deep-thinker (for Shelbye!). Now, as an older-man of more reasonable work/writing, I think that the qualification of Blue-Planet heroics may come in that dark-Selfie form...of longed field goals (ha).