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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Short Story - The Hurricane Master

Aren is a tall twelve socio-economic class old, who is funny, kind, respectful, curious, smart, and has black hair. Aren has an eighteen form sidekick, Mohammadi, he can move and he has a freeze power. He usually helps his blood brother to fight against villains, such as Avatar, Plankton, the Joker, the hurricane master and Lex Luther. Aren lives in Gotham urban center with Mohammadi in a firm built with an extra-terrestrial material. His house has an subsurface lair that has a lab, which is utilize for designing weapons and armor to blockade villains.\n one(a) day, Aren went for a walk, he saw that the water trend was abnormal. The wind started to get stronger as the sky got darker, and voices came from boats and planes. Aren, give us your last haggle! portray us your last words! screeched the voices of the minion gang. Last words? What is hazard? Aren thought to himself. The hero fainted, he was captured, and they sent him to the minions hideout. The minion took his p owers aside while he was sleeping. One hour later, he woke up and heard a old(prenominal) voice that said not so strong now, be you? Aren wanted to punch the someone who spoke and run away, only if consequently he know that he could not move, he was attached to a chain.\nAren had a flashback about the first cartridge clip he was captured and chained. He had an unseeyn device, like a GPS, his scoop friend, Mohammad, would receive a substance that would tell him the location w here Aren was. The little teenager was electrocuted, so his consistence shook, the tracker device that was on his knocking fell and became visible to the Hurricane subjugate and the minion gang. The hurricane master shouted to the minions, bring this junk to me! The gang of minions replied as a group, We are on it, we are on it, and we are on it. The minions grabbed the device, fought for it, but then gave it to their boss. Well, well, what do we have here? said the Hurricane master. The Hurrica ne Master was angry, and he pressed the button that would ele...

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