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Avengers Review

I woke up on Saturday morning to discover that my wife, sneaky little monster that she is, had plans for us. We grabbed the daughter and the boys and headed to the movies for the early morning showing of The Avengers in 3D.

My inner geek just fell in love with her all over again.  And for those of you that haven’t seen it, this won’t really have any spoilers.

So, we get there, pay the reduced rate for an early showing and go into an almost empty theater to watch what I think was one of the best Marvel movies ever. Now, I am a pretty big fan of comics and of super-heroes. I used to read the comics and if I could still afford them I would probably have a subscription to something right now. So when I say this is one of the best, it comes from having seen almost all of the Marvel inspired movies that are out there. I am including the first Spider-Man movies. Not the recent set or the re-boot, but the ones from the late 70’s

The Avengers was easily good enough to watch in theaters more than once if you could afford it.

I liked the story line. I felt like the actors were allowed to give a performance and breathe life into the characters. If you want an example of what I am talking about, check out the Jedi that shared an actor with The Avengers. Yeah, you know who I am talking about.

The other things that made me love this were the comedy aspects. There were a lot of little bits of humor in here that made it more enjoyable to watch.

The Hulk punching Thor in the final battle when he didn’t need to was great. My boys laughed loudly enough that we had to quiet them down in the theater. Repeat that after the Hulk and Loki had their run in.

That is always a good sign.

The movie also goes a bit beyond this though. My middle son is now asking about buying comic books so that he can read them. I think this is probably one of the best things I have heard come out of a movie. Watching something that makes a kid want to read.

Oh yeah, and watching my five-year-old run around the house with his fists in the air yelling, “Hulk Smash”, is pretty good too. I need to get that on video.

L. E. White


Joey was sick of this. Sick of hiding all day, sick of starving all of the time, and sick of feeling lost and alone. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Life wasn’t supposed to be like this.

The party a few weeks ago had been great. Booze and Ex were free and the girls had been fine. They might not have all been strippers but that really didn’t matter since most of them were taking their clothes off anyway. He had hooked up with the best looking brunette, hell, the best looking girl, that he had ever been with.

She was topless, trying hard not to fall out of her heels, and grinding on an empty chair in a tiny black skirt when he had seen her. So, summoning up more drunk and stoned confidence than he had ever managed to before, Joey had walked over and sat down in the chair.

She continued to half dance, half hump the chair for a few minutes while he sat there and watched. Then, when she rose off the arm of the chair to turn around he had placed his hands on her hips and guided her into his lap.

She was gone, so wasted that she danced and wiggled for another couple of minutes before she realized that he was there. He knew when she figured out he was there because she had stopped moving. The girl stood up and turned around to look at him. Joey figured that he would get slapped or something but she just stared before stepping forward and sitting down on his lap again. This time she was facing him with her legs straddling the arms of the chair.

She had smiled, grabbed his head and rubbed his face between her boobs before pulling his hair to tilt his face up for a kiss.

He might not have known her name, but he would remember those next few hours as the best in his life. Then, he would remember the last ten minutes as the worst.

They had come in, large and built. The three men were each the size of a bus and looking around with disgust. The one in the middle, who Joey would have guessed to be about seven foot forty locked his eyes on to him and took a couple of long slow steps over to the chair.

“You having fun at my party little man?”

Joey swallowed, figuring that he was with the big guy’s girl and just nodded. They had done everything that she wanted and she had allowed Joey to do whatever he had wanted as well. Tonight was the best night he had ever had and if he died now he thought he would still die happy and fulfilled. The girl was facing away and still riding Joey so it wasn’t like he could deny anything. Fear took his voice, so Joey just nodded. It was all he could do.

“That’s good. That’s the point of a party, am I right?”

Joey nodded again.

The big guy reached down and tapped the girl on the shoulder. It took a minute but then she looked up and blinked, each eye moving at a different speed.

“Time to go baby girl.”

She nodded and wobbled as she stood up and pulled the little skirt back down. She stumbled away, not even bothering to grab her shirt.

“Now, you need to come with us my friend. We need to have a talk.”

Joey had been sure that they were going to kill him. He figured he was about to be beaten to death, but when they lead him into a little room with a bed he started to worry that they liked guys and he would be having a different kind of party.

That was when their fangs came out. Each of these monstrous men opened their mouths to reveal long sharp fangs.

Joey remembered being grabbed and then a lot of pain. After that, he had woken up in the sewer, alone, hungry and lost. He had run then, but that hadn’t worked out so well. It had been three days and he was lost. The whole place stunk and he hadn’t seen another person. Every time he came to a grate or manhole cover he wasn’t able to move it. So he was trapped and starving.

A single footstep echoed behind him. That one sound was both satisfying and scary as hell. Joey would have run, but he was just too tired to keep going. He didn’t have it in him.

The big guy came out of the shadows then and Joey looked up into the eyes of the man who he thought would end his life. He waited, letting his eyes fall to the boots that walked towards him. “Just kill me already. I can’t run anymore.”

“I’m not going to kill you. I created you.” Joey felt himself rise into the air.


“Not everyone can take the stuff that we gave you and still function. It turns regular people into zombies. You though, you were fine. That is how we can tell you will survive the change.”

“Why did you do this to me?”

“Because I want a bigger family.”

“So you aren’t going to kill me?”

“No,” he laughed, “We have been looking for you for days little brother. It’s time to come home.”


Categories: Flash Fiction, Review
  1. July 24, 2012 at 11:24 PM

    Well after watching the new Batman movie over the weekend, it is my opinion that The Avengers is the better movie. With the praises and love that the Batman movie is gaining, it’s too serious for me. I like the lightheartedness in The Avengers.

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