Birth of a Villain

"Watch out!" Perry said, tackling Gaseous to the ground. A red sedan skipped across the bridge, brushing past Perry's feet and into the water below. 

Two bulky feet landed next to them. Perry looked up to see a tan bodybuilder holding a section of pavement above her head. Rock sediment bounced off her bald head while she gritted her teeth.

"Seismic, don't do this!" Perry pleaded.

"You left me no choice," she said in a low voice.

"You always have a choice. You don't have to be a villain."

"And join you? After what you did to me?"

Gaseous coughed, still pinned to the ground by Perry. He tried to sneak out, but Perry was laying on his lime green cape.

"What did Perry do?" Gaseous asked.

"He ditched me in the middle of our meal!" Seismic said.

"I had a family emergency," Perry said to Gaseous.

"The hell you did! You went to the bathroom and never came back. And I thought our date was going well."

"Your profile said athletic, I didn't expect—"

"Expect what?" she said, her grip tightened on the slab of pavement above her head.

"I didn't expect you to be bigger than the gym rats that ate creatine and dumbbells for every meal."

She slammed the slab of pavement onto them. Perry and Gaseous groaned in pain while she jumped up and down on top of it. Gaseous felt a rumble in his stomach.

"Perry. I can't hold it much longer. You need to lift this off of us."

"I can't. She's...too...heavy."

Gaseous winced and tightened his butthole. He strained every muscle he could to hold it in, but it was no use. He let out a fart that sounded more like an air horn and a green cloud of gas consumed them. Seismic jumped off the pavement slab and ran away coughing.

"Perry. Hold your breath," Gaseous said, trying to squirm his way out.

Perry coughed uncontrollably, unable to stop the gas from entering his lungs. Gaseous wiggled himself out from underneath the pavement slab and reached back in to grab Perry, but it was too late. Perry started convulsing, banging his head on the pavement above and below him. The rest of his body shook a little, unable to move anywhere. Gaseous grabbed Perry's arm once his body went limp and pulled him out. With a few tugs he was free...at least half his body was.

Gaseous fell down, holding the torn upper torso of Perry in his lap. How was he going to explain this to his boss? He was already on thin ice after the fish market disaster. Perry was going to be the final nail on the coffin of his career. Perry wasn't just some B-list bargain hero. He was a trailblazer. He didn't even have a gimmick name. It was just Perry. Everyone adored this guy on the West Side.

Gaseous rolled Perry's body off of him and tried to rub off the blood over his crotch, ruining his white latex suit. The gas still lingered over the slab as police sirens whined in the distance. With his career over, a thought rolled into his mind. His gas was deadly. He spent so long harnessing his power to knock out people, he forgot there was another setting. One that could make him an A-lister in the villain circles.

He smiled as the police squads approached him. His butthole tightened again, stomach rumbling. This was his moment. To show the city there was a new villain in town. And his name was Gaseous.

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