Mr. Adamson 16 - Nitro Man.
The sun rises on the casimo apartments. It's 5:30AM, and Mr. Adamson is now late for work. He has a good position in a small shop, after several months of hard work. He works early shifts taking money off the suckers, and telling customers off for not wiping their feet as they come in. Other responsibilities include making the tea. This is only because Mr. Adamson makes the best brew in the building.
Mr. Adamson has also become a local hero, with his special powers, that now includes inability to feel pain, after a freakish experiment involving liquid nitrogen and electromagnets.
The time slowly passes. When the clock reaches 5:42 a klaxon goes off waking Mr. Adamson up. He looks over at the clock.
"Shit!! I'm late for work!" he shouts. Mr. Adamson must have forgotten to set his alarm, that or slept straight through it. The klaxon is still audible while Mr. Adamson gets dressed in a hurry. As is usual with rushing, Mr. Adamson puts his shirt on back to front.
"Ah Balls!" Mr. Adamson mutters to himself as he tries to turn it round.
"I don't remember putting the heating on" he mutters to himself again, noticing that the temperature is rapidly rising.
"Heeeeeelp!!" Shouts a female voice from across the apartment complex.
"Shit! not another fire. That's the fifth one this week. I'd better go help!" he says while grabbing a T-Shirt. Mr. Adamson races down the corridor putting the shirt on, over the top of his other shirt. On this second shirt says Nitro Man-Sponsored by specsavers. How ironic that he is now partialy sighted, due to a accident involving Agent M., a blowtorch, and Mr. Adamson's face.
Even though he is wearing a super-hero style top, he doesn't quite understand that your supposed to hide your face, to keep your identity secret. As a result everybody knows that Mr. Adamson and Nitro Man are the same person, but pretend they are different people, as Mr. Adamson is a special person, in that he is retarded.
When he gets outside he asks the fire engines where the trapped woman is. This being Mr. Adamson and not a normal person, he does indeed ask the fire engine, not the fireman.
"On the fifth floor, room 58B. Nitro Man, are you sure you should just run in there? After all you have tempted fate over 60 times." Answers a fireman standing behind the fire engine.
"Don't worry talking fire engine, I'm sure if someone wanted to get rid of me, they would have done it by now." Responds Mr. Adamson, using his fake Nitro man voice which involves Mr. Adamson speaking like he's trying to be a TV announcer. Mr. Adamson then runs to the stairs. He checks if anyone can see him. There isn't. He now flies up.
"1, 2, 3, 4, What's after four?" he asks himself "Oh yeah, five" he says doing a stupid impression. When he gets there he then runs along the corridor, looking for room 58B. When he finds it he bashes through the door. Standing there is a average height, slim woman. With shoulder length dark hair and blue eyes.
"Fuck me, you're beautiful." Says Mr. Adamson.
"Not now, or we'll both burn to our death" replies the woman. "I think I strained my ankle."
"Don't worry I'll carry you." Says Mr. Adamson trying to keep a straight face. He then picks the woman up and runs down the corridor, when fire flies up damaging the stairs.
"Close your eyes madame, I'm going to jump the gap." Says Mr. Adamson as Nitro Man.
"No don't do it Nitro Man. We'll fall to our death." She replies.
"You've already escaped death once today, you'll survive it again." As usual Mr. Adamson's logic doesn't really flow. The Woman closes her eyes and smiles, Mr. Adamson pretends not to notice.
Mr. Adamson now flies over the banister and down to the ground. He then runs round in circles, to simulate going down the stairs.
"Shit this is hard work." he mutters to himself. He then places the woman on the floor.
"There, your all safe now." He says.
"Do you have a number I can contact you on?" asks the woman. "You know in case theres ever another emergency that I need your help with. By the way my name's Vikki Lee"
"Okay. Here's my business card, ignore the name on it. It's just the guy I share a office with." Says Mr. Adamson, as he scribbles his mobile number on the back of the card. He then hands the card to her.
"Mr. Adamson, I've heard of him before." She says.
"Urm yeah. He's just a guy I work with. Think he's supposed to be quite rich, and own some shops. I've got to go to work now. Call me, if you want!" Mr. Adamson now runs off and gets in his car, drives round the corner, and takes his Nitro Man shirt off.
"Damn, that was close. I was almost rumbled that time." He mumbles to himself.