Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ D.A.R.Y.L. ❯ Daryl vs Atlas: A Lesson in Humility ( Chapter 5 )

Daryl Versus Atlas:

A Lesson in Humility!

 

 

 

Daryl couldn't believe what Atlas had just said. “Y-you're D.A.R.Y.L. model 1?” Daryl asked. Atlas laughed. “That makes me your better.” He said.

 

Daryl laughed. “So this is a good thing, right?” Daryl asked. Atlas laughed again. He flew towards Daryl and delivered a hard slash to his chest. There was a deep cut in Daryl's armor.

 

“Expect the unexpected, you idiot.” Atlas said. Daryl transferred his energy to his hands and tried to punch Atlas. Atlas transferred his energy to his legs and dodged the attack.

 

“I don't want to fight you!” Daryl yelled at Atlas. “No.” Atlas said mockingly. “No you don't.” Daryl felt an invisible force shove him into a nearby wall. “Psychic blasts.” Atlas said as he tapped his head. “Very helpful.”

 

Daryl shot his lasers out of his eyes. Atlas held up one of his swords to block the attack. “You have no strategic thinking skills.” Atlas said as he charged towards Daryl. He delivered a kick to Daryl's chest.

 

Daryl peeled himself off of the wall and flew into the sky. Atlas flew after him with his swords ready for cutting. The small ball of energy appeared on Daryl's foot. He bounced it around a few times and then kicked it towards Atlas. There was a large explosion.

 

“Who's better now?” Daryl asked as he turned to leave. “Pathetic.” A bodiless voice said. “That attack didn't even faze me.” Atlas appeared next to Daryl and sliced at his back.

 

“How'd you do that?” Daryl asked. Atlas disappeared again. “I transferred my energy into my torso.” The voice of Atlas said. “It makes me enter Speed Mode. Now I can move so fast it's like I'm invisible.”

 

Daryl whistled. “Wish I could do that.” He said. Something grabbed Daryl's leg and spun him around. The thing that had his leg then threw him into the ground.

 

“Maybe if you got off of your high horse and trained, you'd beat me.” Atlas said. He appeared on top of a building with a mocking look in his eyes. He disappeared before Daryl could say anything. “Crud.” Daryl said as he got up and walked away.

 

 

 

“D.A.R.Y.L. Model 1?!” Daryl's dad asked when Daryl told him. “That's impossible!” Daryl sighed. “He had laser swords, super speed, psychic blast thingies.” He said. “And a cool cape. Why don't I get a cool cape?”

 

Mikey shrugged and finished off his third or fourth cup of pudding. “Well me and the rest of the guys defeated two generals working for the MIB.” He said smugly. “At least we won our fight!”

 

Daryl groaned. “How many time have you told me that story?” He asked. “I lost count.” Paul turned the news on. “In recent news,” the reporter said, “there is a robber holding up the Orsonburg National Bank. This robber is showing strange powers, and has made me wet my pants.”

 

Daryl smiled. “If you'll excuse me,” he said, “I've got someone to beat up in order to get rid of all this bottled up rage.”

 

 

 

The robber laughed as he counted the money in the safe. “Green.” He said. “Just like me.” The robber was wearing a black haz-mat suit with purple gloves and boots. He had an orange radioactive sign on his chest. His head was a skull covered with an eerie green glow.

 

Daryl tapped the robber on the shoulder. “Here's a tip.” Daryl said. “When robbing a bank, try not to glow in the dark.” The robber laughed. “Funny.” He said. “Hey, wait a minute… don't I know you from school?”

 

Daryl recognized the voice. “Bruno?” He asked. “What happened to you?” Bruno laughed again. “I'm Biohazard now.” He said. “I found a piece of rock, and the next thing I knew, I'm a walking power house! Watch.”

 

The radioactive symbol on Biohazard's chest began to glow. A blast of green energy shot out of his palm and towards Daryl. Daryl flew out of the way and shot energy out of his eyes at Biohazard.

 

Biohazard held up his hand and a transparent green bubble surrounded his body. Daryl's energy blast was absorbed into the bubble and Biohazard laughed. “Pathetic!” He said. “I bet you can't even touch me!”

 

Daryl's hands began to glow as he flew towards Biohazard. “This is for beating my friend Joey up on a regular basis!” Daryl said as he punched through the bubble and into Biohazard's face. “This is for calling me pathetic!” Daryl fired his lasers out of his eyes and onto Biohazard's face. “And this is because I'm in a really bad mood!” Daryl grabbed Biohazard's head and slammed it into the floor.

 

Biohazard got up. A glowing green liquid was pouring from his face, like blood. “Nice.” He said. “Now let me offer this as a rebuttal.” Bruno took off his left glove. A long plume of radioactive energy shot out where his arm should have been. He pointed the plume at Daryl, and blasted him.

 

Daryl coughed. “So that's why you're wearing such a stupid outfit.” He said. “It contains your unstable powers to make sure you don't lose control and blow something up.” Biohazard nodded as he put his glove back on. “The longer my energy stays bottled up, the stronger it gets.” He said. You're in a no-win situation.

 

“See, if you blast me, and tear my suit, I'll explode in an atomic holocaust. I'll survive but, hey, no one else will. But if you don't tear my suit, I'll just keep getting stronger and stronger. You're toast!” Daryl realized the truth in his words. “An atomic holocaust is a bad thing…” Daryl said. He grabbed Biohazard and began flying upwards. “…But only if there are people around!”

 

Daryl flew up as high as he could. He was in space, somewhere near the moon. He threw Biohazard into the moon and flew far away. “I wish I could say it's been nice knowing you,” Daryl said, “but I don't feel like lying.” Daryl shot at Biohazard's suit with his laser.

 

“You're in a no-win situation.” Daryl said smugly. “See, if I blast your suit, there's no one around to get hurt. If I don't blast your suit, you'll die from lack of oxygen. I'm a nice guy, so I'll go with the one where you don't die.” The lasers pierced Biohazard's suit.

 

Green energy began to flow out of the suit. The suit began to tear even more, and then there was a large explosion. Daryl saw an unconscious Bruno on the moon. “Why do I have to save him?” He asked himself as he flew Bruno to earth.

 

 

 

Atlas shook his head. He was in a dark, bleak office. His armor folded to a point on his arm, and Andrew stood where he once stood. “Daryl hasn't been training Doctor.” He said. Doctor Onan nodded. “I guess Paul and Leslie haven't been stressing that detail.” He said.

 

Andrew looked at a small cylinder on Doctor Onan's desk. “What's this?” Andrew asked. The cylinder had thousands of tiny beads in it. “Nanobots.” Doctor Onan answered. “I've created them to be tiny construction workers, able to combine different machines into one machine.”

 

Andrew's eyes brightened. “Could they create a robot that could go on a rampage of destruction?” He asked. “I suppose.” Dr. Onan said. “Why?”

 

Andrew smiled as he shook the cylinder. “If Daryl won't train on his own,” He said, “we'll just have to make him train…”

 

 

 

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