Post by Ace Anderson on Apr 30, 2006 22:33:33 GMT -5
It has begun. The foundation of the Lantlas’ demise has been laid out. That loss shook him, I know for a fact that it did. Everyone is shaken after being Exemplified. It happens to be a proven fact. I walked into the fire and I came out unscathed, seemingly fireproof. Ace once again delivers in an important match. Now, there is another important match coming up. A match against Pegasus.
It’s strange to think that in a ten month period this is the first time that Pegasus and Ace are to meet in the ring in one on one contest. They have never locked horns. Pegasus is old blood, but at the same time, he is new blood to Ace Anderson. New blood that is to be spilled. He shall feel the Touch of Greatness, just like others before him. Countless others.
I had finally agreed to meet Katelyn for coffee. There was too much on my mind to meet her at any other time. Not last week, with such an important match-up scheduled, and not before the pay-per-view. This match can take a back seat for a couple hours. Although Pegasus is a good wrestler, I’m in the best shape of my life. Everybody needs a break sometimes, even Ace Anderson’s alter ego.
I’ve started to think of myself as like an opposite Superman. When I’m in my home, or with certain people, I’m a mild-mannered nice guy. Then, when the cameras are rolling, it’s like I step into a phone booth and come out as this arrogant prick who doesn’t take anybody lightly. Who doesn’t respect anybody.
We share the same confidence, and yet we don’t. Ace doesn’t fear anything, but I become scared. I’m afraid right now. I don’t know what I’m going to say to Katelyn once I see her. I figure I should just let fly and say what comes to mind. Do girls like that? I don’t know...I haven’t had a girlfriend in my life. First I was too fat, then I was too focused...now I’m too much of a dick.
What am I doing? Talking as if she’s my girlfriend. I hardly know her...she hardly knows me. Yet I feel as though I’m in love, as if I know what love is. I’m so confused. How do these people know that they are in love? I’ve never had somebody to love, except for my mother. I don’t feel the way about Katelyn that I do about my mother. I don’t want to kiss my mother, but I want to kiss Katelyn. I want to kiss her all over. If I wanted to kiss my mother that way, I’d be just a bit demented.
It seems I always get lost in thought at just the right moments, because as I snap back to reality I’m right in front of the coffee shop where I am to meet her. I get out of the car, and I look in the window as I walk in the door. I can’t see her anywhere. I’m half glad and half disappointed. I want to see her, yet I want to think of something to say before I do.
I walk over to a table, and I sit down. I don’t even drink caffeine. What am I doing in a coffee shop? The persuasive powers of women. It’s ironic that as soon as my glance moves to the door, it’s when she walks in. Her shoulder length brown hair bouncing as she walks, my eyes drop down to her hips, swaying back and forth in a motion of pure importunity. I haven’t wanted anything more in my life than to be between those hips. I follow a trail back up, as my eyes lock on to hers for a split second. She smiles as soon as she sees me, and I smile back. At least I think I did. It felt like a smile. She gets to the table, and she sits down.
“Oh, did you have anything yet?” she asks me, adjusting herself in her seat.
I look back into those eyes, the blue-green pools of sheer elegance. “I thought I’d wait for you. I’m not a big coffee fan anyway. Wouldn’t pass up a chance to see you, though.”
“You already have once.” she says, giving me a little wink. She doesn’t forget, does she.
“Well, that attempt at being slick back-fired.” I say bluntly.
“It was a good attempt though. Nothing wrong with being a sweetie, just make sure you’re not telling a little white lie.” she says, smiling.
A waitress comes over and asks us what we want. She orders a cappuccino, and I get water. What can I say? You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, and I’m not about to try any new substance. Especially not one hazardous to my perfect health. Don’t need addictions or cravings in my life, I already crave money and victory enough.
“Water? What are you, a saint?” she asks jokingly.
I look at her, and smile again. I can’t help but smile when I look at her. “I like water. It tastes good.”
“How do you figure it tastes good? It doesn’t taste like anything.”
“Well, it must taste like something, otherwise nobody would like it. You just can’t describe it because the taste is unique. That’s like saying ‘what does an orange taste like.’ You can’t describe it.” I tell her.
“Sure you can, it tastes like an orange.” she responds.
“But then would water not taste like water?” I say, giving her a wink of my own.
“Well, did you go to Harvard or something?”
“Well, I did go to the Hearts School of Wrestling.”
“I bet you got a first class education there. Were you studying to be a lawyer?” she says. She’s all jokes today. I love it.
“Actually, a doctor. I wanted to save people. Instead, I ended up hurting people on a weekly basis. Strange career change, wouldn’t you say?” I chuckle a bit.
“What’s it like?” she asks me, curiously. I attempt a response, but the waitress is back with our drinks. She hands Katelyn her cappuccino and me my bottle of water. I respond as Katelyn takes a sip of her cappuccino.
“What’s what like? I don’t know what you mean.” I respond, unsure of what she is getting at.
“Hurting people. What does it feel like to hurt another human being the way that you sometimes do?” she asks, now paying full attention.
It’s the strangest thing. I feel as though I can tell her anything. I’m not afraid of how she may respond, I’m not afraid of embarrassing myself because really, it doesn’t matter. I look into those blue-green eyes, and I try to recall.
“You know, I couldn’t give you a straight answer, because when I’m in the ring, I’m not quite myself. I’m in what some people like to call ‘the zone.’ Nobody gets in, and you don’t get out. It’s a mind-set where you know what’s going on without actually knowing what’s going on.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“Well, I could go on but you’d end up face first in your cappuccino, snoring away. Tell me a little bit about yourself.” I suggest. I don’t want this to be about me. Or about Ace rather. I’d love to tell her all about Jason. All in due time, I’m sure.
“Well, my dad has money, but he never gave me the benefit of anything. I had to work for everything that I’ve ever had. Summer jobs, baby-sitting...he wanted to make sure that I turned out good instead of spoiled, wanted to make sure that I had values. Ya know?” she says to me. I totally understand.
“I see what you’re saying. You turned out perfect.” I tell her.
“Don’t say that. I hate the term perfect, because nobody is.” she says back to me. Ace is perfect..I can hear it in the back of my head, like Ace is talking to me in my mind.
“Ace Anderson thinks he is.” I tell her, laughing while I say it.
“Maybe he’s the only one.” she says as she winks at me. I gaze into her eyes now, and she is looking back at me. She is tracing shapes on the table with her finger, but her stare doesn’t break from mine. It’s like a staring contest when nobody cares about the winner. We’re just looking at each other. A comfortable silence. It’s a beautiful thing. I don’t know if it would be a good idea to point it out or not, but she does it first.
“You know what’s wonderful?”
“What’s that?” I ask, giving her a question for her own question.
“Comfortable silences, that’s what,” she responds, “when two people can sit there and share a silence, and not feel weird, not feel like they need to say anything...when they can just look at another person and feel warm inside. I think that’s what we just shared.”
“I’d like to do it again sometime.” I say to her.
“Why not right now?” she says back, and I smile. I don’t know what comes over me, but I lean across the table and give her a kiss on the cheek. As I pull away she reaches up to touch the spot on her face where I kissed her, and she smiles as well. Thank God. ‘You better thank me’ I hear in the back of my head. ‘You better not ruin my career over her.’ The voice says. I block it out. Besides, it was just a kiss on the cheek. What says it will escalate into more? Hell, I know I want it to be more, but does she?
“Do you want to get out of here, go back to my place, continue this conversation in a more quiet place?” I ask. Then suddenly, I hope she doesn’t get the wrong idea. I just want to talk to her. I don’t plan on getting intimate. At least not right now. I have other things to worry about, such as Ace Anderson’s best interests. I’ve already started a movement to help those he despises, I can’t imagine becoming fully involved with a woman, another thing he absolutely hates. Jason should come first, but unfortunately, the ring is the most important thing in my life right now. She is thinking about it.
“Sure, that would be great. I’ll follow you there in my car.” she says, looking down and seeing that her cappuccino is gone. She stands up, and so do I. She begins to walk toward the door, and I come up beside her. I know I shouldn’t be seen here, not like this, it’s bad for Ace’s image, but I don’t care at all. I do something totally out of character. I reach out and grab her hand, just one of her fingers, and she looks at me. She smiles again, and I feel so warm inside, I can’t help myself. I love it. This feeling is better than when I won the World Title. I didn’t think anything would feel better than that, ever. Once outside, I get into my car, and she gets into hers, and I drive in the direction of my house.
It’s weird, because all of a sudden I start to think about Pegasus. He’s been off and on lately. His in ring performance is looking up, but so is everyone else’s in PCW. It’s becoming a tougher federation. Lantlas and The Prophet are my only real competition, but it’s not like they match up to Ace. Pegasus will be defeated on Tuesday, that is a given, but I can’t totally ignore the fact that I have a match. Business before pleasure, but just not today, I tell myself.
I pull into my driveway, and get out of my car. Within a couple of seconds, she’s pulling in as well. She gets out, and looks up at my house. “Modest for a World Champion. I expected a castle.” she says jokingly.
I laugh. Nobody makes me laugh like she does. Hell, nobody makes me laugh, period. “How are you so good at making me smile?” I ask her. She doesn’t have a response. She just smiles and motions for me to lead the way. I walk up to the door, and I open it. She follows me inside. I remove my Air Zoom Vick’s, and she removes her shoes. I walk into the living room, and she follows me in. I sit down in a chair, and she sits down on my couch. I turn off the television, which I left on earlier, so her and I can talk. She notices the PCW World Title sitting on my couch next to her, and gasps. I’m not sure if it was exaggerated or not.
“Is that the World Championship? It’s so shiny!” she says. I still can’t tell if she’s joking.
“It’s just tin on leather. Something to make Ace feel better about himself.”
“So it makes you feel better about yourself, too?” she asks.
“It does, but it’s not like I need it to prove that I’m the real deal. I’ve done that enough times.” I say.
“It seems to me like you’re confused. From the times that I’ve talked to you, you’ve referred to yourself, and you’ve referred to Ace Anderson, as though you’re two different people. You are Ace Anderson, aren’t you?” she asks, not looking as confused as she sounds. She looks more curious.
“Well, I like to think that Ace and I are different people, because we are. A personality makes a person, and Ace’s personality and my personality are nothing alike. There was a time that it was, but that was a while ago, and I’m glad it’s not like that now. For a while, it was just Jason McDonald going out there with a different name. Then it became Jason McDonald going out there as a different person. Ace Anderson became real. He became a separate part of me. It’s like we don’t even breathe the same air.” I try to explain it as best I can. It’s tough though.
“Ace would be upset if he found out you were breathing the same air as him.” she jokes. I can’t help but laugh. She understands me so entirely.
“So basically, you’re this nice guy who, when the time calls for it, rips off his shirt to reveal a suit with an “A” on it, and a cape. Then you fly off into the distance and defeat other wrestlers. Kind of like a make-shift Superman?” she says sarcastically.
“You could say that. When it comes time for me to enter that arena, when those cameras are rolling, I don’t think about any of my problems, I don’t think about anything except for victory. I really do become Ace Anderson, like Clark Kent becomes Superman, and Peter Parker becomes Spiderman.” I tell her.
“Yeah but Superman and Spiderman still have feelings.”
“That’s where Ace is different from superheroes. He has feelings too, but all of his are bad ones. He doesn’t love anything but himself.” I say to her, talking about myself as though it isn’t myself, and it’s like she understands. It’s like I’ve found the perfect woman.
“Well how does a guy who can care so much become a guy who doesn’t care at all? You are in control of Ace’s actions just as much as you are in control of your own.” she says. That’s where she is lost. I would like to think that I decide what Ace does and doesn’t do, but it’s like I lose all touch as to what is right and what is wrong. Or at least, I think wrong is right and what is “right”, doesn’t exist. We continue to talk about Ace Anderson and myself as though we are studying test subjects. Eventually a half an hour has passed and I don’t even know what is happening anymore.
“You know, we’ve been here thirty minutes and all we’ve talked about is me. What about you?” I ask her.
“I’d like to tell you, but now that you mention the time, I have to go. I promised a friend that I would go over to visit her today. Can’t break promises, that’s one of the worst things you can do.” she tells me.
“Well then, I suppose I shall accompany you to the door as though you cannot find it yourself. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do, after all.” I say, laughing.
She smiles a big smile. “I like a gentleman, if you must know.” she says as she hooks her arm onto mine. We reach the door and I wish I didn’t have to let her go. There is so much I want to know about her. There is so much I wish she would tell me. I just want to kiss those lips. It’s weird, because without me even realizing what’s going on, they’re kissing me. I kiss her back. I don’t want to stop, but I bring myself to pull away.
“Please tell me I’ll see you again.” I say to her.
“You can count on it, Superman.” she says as she walks out the door. I watch her walk to her car, and I close the door. Maybe Ace Anderson is like Superman.
‘Superman has a weakness, you asshole. Now I’ve found out that Ace Anderson has a weakness too. It’s called Jason, and his stupid wants and needs.’
I don’t know why I let myself think those things, as though I can’t control it. I know well enough that I can control it. The only problem is, do I want to control it?
Superman is the man of steel. That’s because his flesh is like steel. My flesh may not be steel, but there is one thing that it is, and that’s Greatness. I am Jason McDonald. But I am also Ace Anderson. Ace Anderson is Greatness in the Flesh. I am the flesh, and Ace is the Greatness. Without me, Ace Anderson doesn’t exist.
It’s strange to think that in a ten month period this is the first time that Pegasus and Ace are to meet in the ring in one on one contest. They have never locked horns. Pegasus is old blood, but at the same time, he is new blood to Ace Anderson. New blood that is to be spilled. He shall feel the Touch of Greatness, just like others before him. Countless others.
I had finally agreed to meet Katelyn for coffee. There was too much on my mind to meet her at any other time. Not last week, with such an important match-up scheduled, and not before the pay-per-view. This match can take a back seat for a couple hours. Although Pegasus is a good wrestler, I’m in the best shape of my life. Everybody needs a break sometimes, even Ace Anderson’s alter ego.
I’ve started to think of myself as like an opposite Superman. When I’m in my home, or with certain people, I’m a mild-mannered nice guy. Then, when the cameras are rolling, it’s like I step into a phone booth and come out as this arrogant prick who doesn’t take anybody lightly. Who doesn’t respect anybody.
We share the same confidence, and yet we don’t. Ace doesn’t fear anything, but I become scared. I’m afraid right now. I don’t know what I’m going to say to Katelyn once I see her. I figure I should just let fly and say what comes to mind. Do girls like that? I don’t know...I haven’t had a girlfriend in my life. First I was too fat, then I was too focused...now I’m too much of a dick.
What am I doing? Talking as if she’s my girlfriend. I hardly know her...she hardly knows me. Yet I feel as though I’m in love, as if I know what love is. I’m so confused. How do these people know that they are in love? I’ve never had somebody to love, except for my mother. I don’t feel the way about Katelyn that I do about my mother. I don’t want to kiss my mother, but I want to kiss Katelyn. I want to kiss her all over. If I wanted to kiss my mother that way, I’d be just a bit demented.
It seems I always get lost in thought at just the right moments, because as I snap back to reality I’m right in front of the coffee shop where I am to meet her. I get out of the car, and I look in the window as I walk in the door. I can’t see her anywhere. I’m half glad and half disappointed. I want to see her, yet I want to think of something to say before I do.
I walk over to a table, and I sit down. I don’t even drink caffeine. What am I doing in a coffee shop? The persuasive powers of women. It’s ironic that as soon as my glance moves to the door, it’s when she walks in. Her shoulder length brown hair bouncing as she walks, my eyes drop down to her hips, swaying back and forth in a motion of pure importunity. I haven’t wanted anything more in my life than to be between those hips. I follow a trail back up, as my eyes lock on to hers for a split second. She smiles as soon as she sees me, and I smile back. At least I think I did. It felt like a smile. She gets to the table, and she sits down.
“Oh, did you have anything yet?” she asks me, adjusting herself in her seat.
I look back into those eyes, the blue-green pools of sheer elegance. “I thought I’d wait for you. I’m not a big coffee fan anyway. Wouldn’t pass up a chance to see you, though.”
“You already have once.” she says, giving me a little wink. She doesn’t forget, does she.
“Well, that attempt at being slick back-fired.” I say bluntly.
“It was a good attempt though. Nothing wrong with being a sweetie, just make sure you’re not telling a little white lie.” she says, smiling.
A waitress comes over and asks us what we want. She orders a cappuccino, and I get water. What can I say? You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, and I’m not about to try any new substance. Especially not one hazardous to my perfect health. Don’t need addictions or cravings in my life, I already crave money and victory enough.
“Water? What are you, a saint?” she asks jokingly.
I look at her, and smile again. I can’t help but smile when I look at her. “I like water. It tastes good.”
“How do you figure it tastes good? It doesn’t taste like anything.”
“Well, it must taste like something, otherwise nobody would like it. You just can’t describe it because the taste is unique. That’s like saying ‘what does an orange taste like.’ You can’t describe it.” I tell her.
“Sure you can, it tastes like an orange.” she responds.
“But then would water not taste like water?” I say, giving her a wink of my own.
“Well, did you go to Harvard or something?”
“Well, I did go to the Hearts School of Wrestling.”
“I bet you got a first class education there. Were you studying to be a lawyer?” she says. She’s all jokes today. I love it.
“Actually, a doctor. I wanted to save people. Instead, I ended up hurting people on a weekly basis. Strange career change, wouldn’t you say?” I chuckle a bit.
“What’s it like?” she asks me, curiously. I attempt a response, but the waitress is back with our drinks. She hands Katelyn her cappuccino and me my bottle of water. I respond as Katelyn takes a sip of her cappuccino.
“What’s what like? I don’t know what you mean.” I respond, unsure of what she is getting at.
“Hurting people. What does it feel like to hurt another human being the way that you sometimes do?” she asks, now paying full attention.
It’s the strangest thing. I feel as though I can tell her anything. I’m not afraid of how she may respond, I’m not afraid of embarrassing myself because really, it doesn’t matter. I look into those blue-green eyes, and I try to recall.
“You know, I couldn’t give you a straight answer, because when I’m in the ring, I’m not quite myself. I’m in what some people like to call ‘the zone.’ Nobody gets in, and you don’t get out. It’s a mind-set where you know what’s going on without actually knowing what’s going on.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“Well, I could go on but you’d end up face first in your cappuccino, snoring away. Tell me a little bit about yourself.” I suggest. I don’t want this to be about me. Or about Ace rather. I’d love to tell her all about Jason. All in due time, I’m sure.
“Well, my dad has money, but he never gave me the benefit of anything. I had to work for everything that I’ve ever had. Summer jobs, baby-sitting...he wanted to make sure that I turned out good instead of spoiled, wanted to make sure that I had values. Ya know?” she says to me. I totally understand.
“I see what you’re saying. You turned out perfect.” I tell her.
“Don’t say that. I hate the term perfect, because nobody is.” she says back to me. Ace is perfect..I can hear it in the back of my head, like Ace is talking to me in my mind.
“Ace Anderson thinks he is.” I tell her, laughing while I say it.
“Maybe he’s the only one.” she says as she winks at me. I gaze into her eyes now, and she is looking back at me. She is tracing shapes on the table with her finger, but her stare doesn’t break from mine. It’s like a staring contest when nobody cares about the winner. We’re just looking at each other. A comfortable silence. It’s a beautiful thing. I don’t know if it would be a good idea to point it out or not, but she does it first.
“You know what’s wonderful?”
“What’s that?” I ask, giving her a question for her own question.
“Comfortable silences, that’s what,” she responds, “when two people can sit there and share a silence, and not feel weird, not feel like they need to say anything...when they can just look at another person and feel warm inside. I think that’s what we just shared.”
“I’d like to do it again sometime.” I say to her.
“Why not right now?” she says back, and I smile. I don’t know what comes over me, but I lean across the table and give her a kiss on the cheek. As I pull away she reaches up to touch the spot on her face where I kissed her, and she smiles as well. Thank God. ‘You better thank me’ I hear in the back of my head. ‘You better not ruin my career over her.’ The voice says. I block it out. Besides, it was just a kiss on the cheek. What says it will escalate into more? Hell, I know I want it to be more, but does she?
“Do you want to get out of here, go back to my place, continue this conversation in a more quiet place?” I ask. Then suddenly, I hope she doesn’t get the wrong idea. I just want to talk to her. I don’t plan on getting intimate. At least not right now. I have other things to worry about, such as Ace Anderson’s best interests. I’ve already started a movement to help those he despises, I can’t imagine becoming fully involved with a woman, another thing he absolutely hates. Jason should come first, but unfortunately, the ring is the most important thing in my life right now. She is thinking about it.
“Sure, that would be great. I’ll follow you there in my car.” she says, looking down and seeing that her cappuccino is gone. She stands up, and so do I. She begins to walk toward the door, and I come up beside her. I know I shouldn’t be seen here, not like this, it’s bad for Ace’s image, but I don’t care at all. I do something totally out of character. I reach out and grab her hand, just one of her fingers, and she looks at me. She smiles again, and I feel so warm inside, I can’t help myself. I love it. This feeling is better than when I won the World Title. I didn’t think anything would feel better than that, ever. Once outside, I get into my car, and she gets into hers, and I drive in the direction of my house.
It’s weird, because all of a sudden I start to think about Pegasus. He’s been off and on lately. His in ring performance is looking up, but so is everyone else’s in PCW. It’s becoming a tougher federation. Lantlas and The Prophet are my only real competition, but it’s not like they match up to Ace. Pegasus will be defeated on Tuesday, that is a given, but I can’t totally ignore the fact that I have a match. Business before pleasure, but just not today, I tell myself.
I pull into my driveway, and get out of my car. Within a couple of seconds, she’s pulling in as well. She gets out, and looks up at my house. “Modest for a World Champion. I expected a castle.” she says jokingly.
I laugh. Nobody makes me laugh like she does. Hell, nobody makes me laugh, period. “How are you so good at making me smile?” I ask her. She doesn’t have a response. She just smiles and motions for me to lead the way. I walk up to the door, and I open it. She follows me inside. I remove my Air Zoom Vick’s, and she removes her shoes. I walk into the living room, and she follows me in. I sit down in a chair, and she sits down on my couch. I turn off the television, which I left on earlier, so her and I can talk. She notices the PCW World Title sitting on my couch next to her, and gasps. I’m not sure if it was exaggerated or not.
“Is that the World Championship? It’s so shiny!” she says. I still can’t tell if she’s joking.
“It’s just tin on leather. Something to make Ace feel better about himself.”
“So it makes you feel better about yourself, too?” she asks.
“It does, but it’s not like I need it to prove that I’m the real deal. I’ve done that enough times.” I say.
“It seems to me like you’re confused. From the times that I’ve talked to you, you’ve referred to yourself, and you’ve referred to Ace Anderson, as though you’re two different people. You are Ace Anderson, aren’t you?” she asks, not looking as confused as she sounds. She looks more curious.
“Well, I like to think that Ace and I are different people, because we are. A personality makes a person, and Ace’s personality and my personality are nothing alike. There was a time that it was, but that was a while ago, and I’m glad it’s not like that now. For a while, it was just Jason McDonald going out there with a different name. Then it became Jason McDonald going out there as a different person. Ace Anderson became real. He became a separate part of me. It’s like we don’t even breathe the same air.” I try to explain it as best I can. It’s tough though.
“Ace would be upset if he found out you were breathing the same air as him.” she jokes. I can’t help but laugh. She understands me so entirely.
“So basically, you’re this nice guy who, when the time calls for it, rips off his shirt to reveal a suit with an “A” on it, and a cape. Then you fly off into the distance and defeat other wrestlers. Kind of like a make-shift Superman?” she says sarcastically.
“You could say that. When it comes time for me to enter that arena, when those cameras are rolling, I don’t think about any of my problems, I don’t think about anything except for victory. I really do become Ace Anderson, like Clark Kent becomes Superman, and Peter Parker becomes Spiderman.” I tell her.
“Yeah but Superman and Spiderman still have feelings.”
“That’s where Ace is different from superheroes. He has feelings too, but all of his are bad ones. He doesn’t love anything but himself.” I say to her, talking about myself as though it isn’t myself, and it’s like she understands. It’s like I’ve found the perfect woman.
“Well how does a guy who can care so much become a guy who doesn’t care at all? You are in control of Ace’s actions just as much as you are in control of your own.” she says. That’s where she is lost. I would like to think that I decide what Ace does and doesn’t do, but it’s like I lose all touch as to what is right and what is wrong. Or at least, I think wrong is right and what is “right”, doesn’t exist. We continue to talk about Ace Anderson and myself as though we are studying test subjects. Eventually a half an hour has passed and I don’t even know what is happening anymore.
“You know, we’ve been here thirty minutes and all we’ve talked about is me. What about you?” I ask her.
“I’d like to tell you, but now that you mention the time, I have to go. I promised a friend that I would go over to visit her today. Can’t break promises, that’s one of the worst things you can do.” she tells me.
“Well then, I suppose I shall accompany you to the door as though you cannot find it yourself. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do, after all.” I say, laughing.
She smiles a big smile. “I like a gentleman, if you must know.” she says as she hooks her arm onto mine. We reach the door and I wish I didn’t have to let her go. There is so much I want to know about her. There is so much I wish she would tell me. I just want to kiss those lips. It’s weird, because without me even realizing what’s going on, they’re kissing me. I kiss her back. I don’t want to stop, but I bring myself to pull away.
“Please tell me I’ll see you again.” I say to her.
“You can count on it, Superman.” she says as she walks out the door. I watch her walk to her car, and I close the door. Maybe Ace Anderson is like Superman.
‘Superman has a weakness, you asshole. Now I’ve found out that Ace Anderson has a weakness too. It’s called Jason, and his stupid wants and needs.’
I don’t know why I let myself think those things, as though I can’t control it. I know well enough that I can control it. The only problem is, do I want to control it?
Superman is the man of steel. That’s because his flesh is like steel. My flesh may not be steel, but there is one thing that it is, and that’s Greatness. I am Jason McDonald. But I am also Ace Anderson. Ace Anderson is Greatness in the Flesh. I am the flesh, and Ace is the Greatness. Without me, Ace Anderson doesn’t exist.
