The Gaston This City Needs

[Gaston]

Gaston sat next to a pile of boxes, his mirror out, sighing. 
"Why would they sentence us to such a menial task? All we do is load these boxes all day!" he complained, scrolling through a short guide to summoning things on his mirror. 
"Well why don't you just shut the hell up, little boy?" Gaston's partner in the service centre pointed a finger-gun at his head and mouthed the word 'bang,' an irritated look on his face. "They might hear us, throw us into the normal prison. And trust me, I ain't going back to normal prison." Gaston sighed, shaking his head.
"That's the problem with you criminals! You always complain at the consequences of your unjust actions! The Beast in my world did the same, and so do you!"
"Aren't you a criminal too?" Gaston glared at him, annoyed by his logic.
"That was different! I was falsely accused!"
"Shut up, boy. I'm tired of you talking."
"I will not listen to you!" The man pulled out a knife from a box and pointed it at Gaston, to which he jumped backward.
"Haha! It's fake, bitch!" he said. Gaston scowled, looking back at the guide. He was having trouble reading it (after all, there were no pictures!), but he figured it out, mostly. The 'Omnlium' mentioned by the one who had brought Gaston to this place could be used to summon things, provided you concentrate on it. All together, it seemed very useful. Focusing for a moment, Gaston closed his eyes, thinking about what he wanted to summon: his bow, a quiver full of arrows, and his blunderbuss. He held out his hands and began to zone out, his mind only focused on the shape and size of the objects. Unaware of how long it had taken, Gaston opened his eyes, looking down into his lap where the objects were sitting. He strapped the quiver and bow onto his back, grinning. The first part of his journey back to glory! 

But before he could put his blunderbuss away, and get back to work, Gaston looked out the window of the small centre, seeing a man getting approached by a woman carrying a knife.
"Listen man. I don't want any trouble, just give me the money, and you're good," the woman said, speaking in a business like manner.
"I...I swear, I don't have any today! I..I just gotta do this one job, and I'll pay you, I..I swear!" he replied, panicking as he backed up. 
"That's what you said last time. Now, are you gonna pay, or is this gonna be messy?" The man yelled out in terror and broke into a sprint, trying to get quickly away from the woman. Seeing enough, Gaston stood up swiftly. Finally, a chance to prove himself as a hero! He ran out of the door as fast as possible, yelling back at his partner, 
"Don't let them know I'm gone!" before quickly exiting the service centre. He ran as quickly as he could (not very fast, though; he never did do much running) toward the woman, aiming his blunderbuss as he ran. Initially, he aimed it toward her head, ready to kill, but soon remembered: even if just, unless you were in a certain position of power, you could not kill someone without consequences. So, he shot at her foot once he got close enough, causing her to fall over from her running. Shocked, she snarled and turned her head, staring at Gaston. 
"Who are you with?! The Jacks? Orcs? Trust me, whoever you're with, I'll pay double! Just don't turn me in!" Gaston was confused for a moment. The Jacks? The Orcs? Strange names, to be sure. Likely other groups of criminals! But Gaston was no criminal.
"I most certainly am not part of either of those odd groups! I am here because I am a hero, and I will protect this man!" 

"Fuck... one of these..." the woman said to herself. "Look, man. I kind of have to rob these guys; I got into this gang, and there's really no other way for me to get money, and survive. So, you gonna let me go?" She attempted to appeal to Gaston's sympathy, but to no avail.
"Shut up! I will decide if you can leave! And I say no!" He kicked the woman's injured leg, causing her to wince, and walked over to the man she had threatened, as he had stopped running to watch Gaston. "You! Are you okay?"
"Y...yeah, I think so."
"Why was she asking you for money? Did you owe her for something?"
"N...no, well, yeah, sort of. Th..they make us pay, and then if we don't th...they kill us. I...I tried to pay them on time, but I just had to get food and... and I couldn't muster enough credits for them. Thanks, for saving me. I can't really pay you, but I'm sure I can do something," Gaston shook his head.
"No worries! Just spread the word: if ever there is an injustice, call on Gaston, for he is a hero! That is enough to pay me! For I do not do this for money, but merely for the good of you all, and if you spread my name I can help more of you!"
"Y...yeah, I will." The man, slightly weirded out by Gaston's hubris, walked away quickly, heading back to his home. For Gaston, this was a glorious occasion! He had spread his name further, and was rebuilding his legacy, even if he was in a strange, new world!
"So, back to work then, so I don't get in further trouble with the law!" But as Gaston spoke to himself, he looked back at the woman, seeing she had just put her phone away, and was grinning. "What is so amusing?" he demanded, but then she smirked further, so he turned to his side, seeing a large man with a metal baseball bat, running straight for him!

995 words, as per wordcounter.net. Doing The Hero This City Needs, just witnessed the violent crime in progress, stopped it, in next post will be attacked by gang.

[Gaston]

Gaston laughed.
"Ha! You think that these fools can defeat me!" He firmly gripped his blunderbuss and jumped forward at the man with the bat. However, what happened was not what was expected. It was not a small jump to get him started on a run, no, it was a leap! A bold, exciting leap, one to conquer all others! Well befitting to a man as great as Gaston! And it thrust him high in the air and far towards the man, propelling him as easily as an arrow soars through the air. As soon as he got close to the man-no more than a metre away, but still in mid-air, he aimed at the man's bat and fired, knocking it out of his hand and causing it to fly off and hit a wall, right next to where a child was watching. "Sorry," he yelled, taking off from his leap and running past the stunned man to go to the child. "Now, run home, and eat some eggs. You look like you could use some," he said, gesturing towards the boy's lean arms. But the boy merely opened his mouth, shocked by something. 
"S..sir, behind yo-" But he didn't finish his sentence, as a large wooden pole swooped down, narrowly staying above the boy and slamming against Gaston. 
"Yes!" came a voice, loud and filled with pride at hitting Gaston. The burly man angrily looked up, glaring in the direction of the pole. Standing there was a tall man with a seemingly normal sized pole, smirking. "Shit, man! This really was worth killing that kid for!" Gaston looked back at the child behind him with confusion, but then looked back at the man, focusing. 
"You killed an innocent child for something? Terrible man!" Gaston set his gun on his back, pulling out his bow before quickly jumping as high as he could, landing on top of a small building. He then leapt again, managing to make it to the top of a larger one, far above the ground. He cocked an arrow into his bow, taking aim at the far-away man on the ground. But as soon as he looked closely, he saw that the man had lifted the small boy up by the neck of his shirt using the pole, having extended it again. "Damn! He's smart..." Just as Gaston was trying to think of how to save the child, the man rapidly pushed out the pole, causing the boy to go flying toward Gaston.


"Catch 'em!" he yelled, taunting Gaston. Gritting his teeth, Gaston leapt to the boy, landing on the roof with a crash, leaving a large indentation in the roof. 
"Dammit, child! I told you to leave! Go hide somewhere!" The burly man ran to the edge of the ceiling after scolding the boy, drawing his boy again and aiming at the man down below. As quickly as he could, he released the string, firing an arrow directly into the man's arm, but as he did the man shot forward his pole at Gaston. As quickly as possible Gaston ran to the edge of the building, jumping back down the way he had come. Out of breath from jumping so much, the burly man moved at a fast pace (though not a complete run), putting his bow away and pulling out his knife. He pounced on the man as he was clenching his arm, stabbing him in the leg. "Fool! You will not commit atrocities while I am here! Remember that...AH!" Suddenly, Gaston felt a shot going straight through his side, and turned around to a woman holding a revolver and scowling.
"Shut the hell up, man. It's annoying." 
"Why-I am a hero! I shou-" but before Gaston could finish speaking, he began coughing, the bullet lodged in his side. He held his arm to his side and winced, focusing on easing the pain through sheer willpower. But suddenly, something strange happened. The bullet popped out, and skin began to thinly rethread itself over the wound. And most importantly, to him at least, the pain was dulled. He turned around toward the woman who had shot him, grasping his knife firmly before lunging at her. Panicking and surprised by him getting up, she fumbled with her gun, but it was too late by the time he jabbed his knife into her wrist, causing the revolver to fly out of her hand. Desperately flinging for an opening to attack, the woman smacked her head forward, banging into Gaston's chin before bitting into his arm. Gaston kicked into her leg, causing her leg to buckle quickly. He pushed her forward, causing her to fall on the ground. The burly saviour let out a cheesy grin. He had finally become a hero! But the man from before rushed forward, yelling as he swung wildly with his bat from earlier and pole from the other man in hand. Looking back, Gaston began to back up, but the man struck down, hitting him in the shoulder with the pole before throwing it aside, swinging hard into Gaston's side. Just where Gaston had gotten shot. He flinched, buckling down to grab the wound. 


"Bastard!" he yelled, grabbing his blunderbuss from on top of his quiver and hitting the man in the stomach with it. His adrenaline was his only painkiller as he stood up, shooting the man directly in the foot, nearly blowing it apart. The man fell down, on one knee barely able to move. But Gaston, himself, was also close to disabled. His wounds were slowly healing, but the pain was almost unbearable. He sat against the wall of a nearby building, leaning against it as much as he could. Hopefully, he was safe.

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[Gaston]

Panting, Gaston sat against the wall as he looked around. There was more evidence of the violence than he had expected. Although no one had died, there was still a lot of blood, with all of the gang members lying on the ground, some still wincing from the pain but most unconscious from it. Suddenly, the pattering of footsteps running on the hard concrete of the ground came echoing through, and Gaston pulled out his blunderbuss yet again, pointing wildly in the direction of the footsteps. 
"Whoever you are, stand back! I will shoot!" he yelled, his tired inflexion concealed by a thick layer of brash courage. 
"Shut up, man!" Gaston expected to see another member of a gang, but instead, it was only his partner, rapidly approaching.
"Why-you said you didn't care about me!" 
"Yeah, well I was thinking back there, and if you get killed? Even hurt too much? I'm gonna get blamed for that shit! So come on!" Gaston's partner wrapped his arm around Gaston's shoulder, helping him to stand up and began to walk back. 
"Why would you be blamed? It is not your fault, if I were to get killed in battle! And besides, I am too strong to be killed!" The man raised his eyebrows as he continued walking.
"Yeah, sure. Listen, man. I'm a convict, been in prison for five years before getting sent here. And it was hard getting here. You? You got sent here after a small crime, and you got a month before you're free. So yeah, I'd get blamed for it." Gaston feigned shock at learning of why the man would be accused but was not truly surprised. He had suspected that he had done some bad crime to get here, but had not yet concluded that was why he would be accused. Certainly, only because of his injuries! For the great Gaston would never really be fooled! Looking forward again, Gaston saw that they were still a while away from the service centre, at least at their current pace. A small group of people had at that point formed, staring at Gaston and his partner. "What are y'all looking at? Never seen an injured man? Get out of here!" He pulled out a small switchblade, opening it and waving it near the people, most of them running. Gaston's partner shook his head as they continued walking, heading back to the service centre.

Gaston and his partner went along in silence, neither having any desire to speak. As soon as they came in, Gaston burst away from his partner with a sudden burst of energy, laying on the ground on a sleeping bag they had set up.
"Woah, man! Be careful," his partner said. But Gaston ignored him as he succumbed to sleep, his drowsy eyes slowly closing as his willpower subsided, and he drifted off. 

Gaston woke propped up on a bed of boxes, his shirt off and a bandage over his wound. 
"All I could find. Doesn't seem to matter much, though, considering how fast it's healing. Guess I should've expected it, with you bein' a prime and all. You tend to do weird shit like that." Immediately, Gaston pushed his legs off of the bed, stretching them out.
"How long did I sleep?"
"'Bout 13 hours. Couldn't wake you up, I tried." Gaston shook his head as he stood up. He stretched, causing his bandage to rip. "Woah, man! What the hell?" But he went silent when he saw the wound. It was almost completely healed! Gaston let out a cheesy grin as he looked at it.
"Ha! As quickly as I would expect it to heal!" His partner merely rolled his eyes, going back to loading packages. Gaston looked around, searching for something. "I'm hungry," he moaned. "Where have you been keeping the food?" His partner pointed to a corner partially blocked by empty boxes. Within the corner was a strange, white-coloured cabinet, with... a metal box on top? Gaston ignored it, walking over. 
"We got some ramen, there's some hot dogs and beer in the fridge. Bought it while you were out." Gaston opened the box, and a burst of cold air hit him. Strange... so this kept things cold? Gaston grabbed one of the bottles of beer, prying the cap off with his fingers. He took a large drink before taking a small sausage out of the same box, the same "fridge," and looked on top. 
"So this, this box heats things up?" The man looked at Gaston for a moment, trying to see if he was joking. Realising he wasn't, he explained it to him quickly. Getting the idea, Gaston stuck the sausage into the box and pressed several buttons to cook it. He took another swig of his beer as he opened the microwave, grabbing the hot dog firmly... before quickly tossing it in the air. "Ah! Hot!" The burly man set his beer down, and began a strange juggling of the hot dog between his hands, trying to touch it as little as possible. His partner had looked over by then and was watching with mild amusement. But suddenly, Gaston failed to catch the sausage. Sprinting, his partner slid on the ground just in time and caught the hot dog, standing up and handing it to Gaston.
"Man, they don't give us enough money to be wasting food like this! Just eat it!" Slightly intimidated, Gaston scarfed down the hot dog as quickly as he could. 

Just as he had finished, there was a sudden knock on the door, and he ran to open it, only to be greeted by the unfriendly face of a police officer.
"Hey," the cop said, trying to appear friendly. "We're here investigating a case of assault in this area. Three people, brutally injured. Some kid nearby said that they were trying to mug a guy, but wouldn't say anything about who attacked them except for a name: 'Gaston'. So, would you be willing to help us out with any info?" Gaston grinned.
"Well, you're in luck!" I am Gaston!"

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[Gaston]

Gaston sat in a room, his lawyer standing across from him, tapping his finger impatiently against his leg.

"Well? How do you wanna do this?" The lawyer began pacing as he spoke.

"I told you, I did attack them! I don't see how it matters. It was a heroic act!"

"Dammit, Gaston! I told you, with your prior criminal record they're not gonna let you off. Best thing you can do is make an alibi now."

"Argh! You don't understand! I must be known for this! I need a new lawyer." Gaston's lawyer started to protest, but Gaston just got up and left the room. "I will be my own lawyer," he proclaimed to a cop outside the room.

The cop let out a laugh. "Alright, if you say so."


The cop lead Gaston into the courtroom, at which point Gaston immediately sat in a small wooden booth.

"I'm acting as my own lawyer!" Laughs came from around the courtroom, but Gaston ignored them. After all, they'd never laugh at him. "So, of course, I attacked those people. And yes, they are in your healing taver-hospital. Your hospital. But they deserved it! They were attacking that man!"

"OBJECTION!" cried a voice from the opposite side. "It's clear this man reacted to the problem with no legal warrant. He was not under attack, and wasn't being affected by the collateral. The proper action to take should've been contacting the police." 


"I did try to contact the police!" Gaston gave no indication that he was lying, his characteristic grin having remained straight the entire time. "But as I was writing in the number, the gang member noticed me and charged to attack!"

"Do you have any witness for that?"

"Yes, of course! My partner!" Gaston pointed into the jury, where his partner was sitting, annoyed that he had been forced to come.

"What? I didn't s-"

"Don't you remember how I was attacked?" 

"Oh, yeah. So uh, it's just like he said. He was attacked by the uh, gang." The judge looked unconvinced, but she was clearly too bored to care.

"Listen, I've been working too long today to really care," she said. "So let's just, uh, give him another year of community service."

Gaston grinned. He managed to avoid a harsh sentence!