Whoa

After being in The City for the length of time they were there, it felt good feeling the sunlight beat against Brody's face. He glanced down at the blunt he had in his hand, watching the smoke swirl from the end. The blue tinted smoke that swirled around his hand gave him a great peace. It was in that moment that he realized Nashville would be his home forever.
He looked at Kylie, a product of Nashville's beauty and told himself, "Home really is where the heart is."
Brody turned back around to gaze at the surroundings of a city that harbored alot of magnifence and a lot of pain. The Hard Rock Cafe, The Plateau of Safety, all of those places where there was still ongoing construction after one of his battles with corrupt officers and deranged E-vs, all made the ingredients of an introspective morning. He took another drag off of the blunt and blew the smoke at the tinted window, knowing that no one he didn't want to see him, couldn't. He loved the solidarity of an all black car with tinted windows and the coolest company one could keep, a super cool driver and a girlfriend who sleeps like a baby. And of course there was his best friend.
Kayla turned around and looked at Brody with a gleeful yet mischievous smile. "So are you through with crime fighting?"
He took another hit of the blunt and shook his head. "No, just starting actually."
Chevy took the blunt from Kayla's limp hand and placed the blunt to his lips, letting the smoke overtake him. While the smoke swirled around his mouth, Chevy asked the question that's been on both his and Kayla's mind, "So you still trying to save the world huh?" Brody nodded his head and rubbed his fine chin hairs. "So why the big change? I mean I thought after..."
Brody shot him a look that told Chevy to stop while he was ahead. "Don't even say it, homie. I know what I said after I killed him, and I know how it felt to kill my uncle, but now I know how it feels to know that I killed somebody I loved and not do anything to justify it. I stopped doing what was so natural to me because I was afraid of harming anybody else who I love, not knowing that I was doing an injustice to my people by not fighting for them. I was so engulfed in fear, but not anymore. I'm not afraid of anything anymore. My life is filled with more purpose."
Chevy nodded his head, part of himself not agreeing with Brody while another part of himself was completely understanding of not having any fear. He too didn't wasn't afraid of anything. The only thing that scared him was not knowing his own purpose in life. Not having faith in anything was beginning to take its toll on Chevy, but seeing the conviction in Brody's dark brown eyes reflecting back at him in the rearview mirror and hearing the determination in his small voice made a feeling rise up in Chevy that he hadn't felt in a long time. He told himself if he didn't have any faith in anything else, he could have faith in Brody. "So what's your purpose now?"
He passed the blunt back to Brody with a stoic face and in response, Brody gave Chevy his trademark smirk. "My purpose!?" The sarcasm in his voice was evident, but Chevy knew that Brody meant no malice with his question. "To take over the world, Pinky, the same thing we do everyday, love."
Chevy shook his head, but it was Kayla that turned her head. With a hint of irritation in her voice, she asked, "Seriously Brody!? What are you thinking right now!?"
The laugh that exited out of Brody's mouth was nonchalant, as if he was so sure of himself that he didn't have to answer to those who lacked faith in his new mission. "Kayla, how long you knew me?" Her face was questioning. In her mind, she wondered what exactly was the point of that question. "Long ass time, right?" She nodded her head as she watched Brody inhale the smoke. He let some of the smoke leave his mouth before asking, "When have you ever known me to do wrong, like when have you ever not known me to do right? I always come back and do what I feel is right, ya' know. That's what I'm doing now. I'm seeing that there is a reason for me to be here. I'm seeing that there is a role meant for me to play and I'm gonna play it."
"So what role is that?" Kylie asked while stretching her long slender arms to the ceiling of the beautiful interior of the smooth luxury car. Her yawn was rude. So Kylie.
"The leader of a group who stood against the corrupt officers of Nashville and beyond homie."
Kayla laughed while Chevy exclaimed, "How you gonna be the leader without no soldiers?"
The question was smug, and slightly hurted Brody's feelings, but his resolve was too certain. He knew that his feet was planted in concrete. He would take his stand anywhere on the earth and his resolve would never change. "Dog, just because I'm alone don't mean nothing to me, homie! For as long as you knew me I been a soldier! I'm gonna need you to remember that!" This was the first time anyone ever heard Brody raise his voice toward Chevy. He was like an older brother to Brody and everyone knew that. That showed Chevy how strongly Brody felt about taking responsibility for the gift he had been granted and he knew he couldn't let Brody go into this battle against tyranny alone. He was going to stand with his brother, fight alongside his brother, and die for his brother simply because in his mind they were brothers.
Kylie heard the anger in his voice and wanted to calm him down simply because she knew he was wrong. As long as she was there, he would never fight alone. She stretched her arm out and softly grabbed his shoulder to accentuate this fact.
Kayla knew that none in the car would ever let Brody fight against impossibility alone. She knew the odds were against them, especially with the evil nature of their powers., but she also knew the sacrifices that Brody had made for everybody else. She felt it was time for them to voice the sacrifice they were willing to take for him. She sighed and without turning around to see Brody smiling and falling into Kylie's eyes, she spoke with a level voice, knowing she would instantly capture Brody's attention. "Brody, you know we would never let you do this by yourself. You know us better than that and we've been through way worse than to just let someone from our family just go out alone. No way, if we fall into an abyss, we fall together. All we knew was falling, and not only did you catch us but you picked us up, and we can't ever forget about that."
Kylie turned to face Brody with eyes that reissured everything her older sister said. He smiled, chuckling to himself to keep from dropping a few tears. "I love you."
She lowered her head and found her place in his neck before leading up to his lips, her fire red lips on his dark browns. Kayla turned her head and her mischievous side escaped her, a moment that may be more rare than Kylie's mischievous side not coming out. "Hey, Brody! Don't we get no love!? We are going to fight with you too, love."
She smiled infectiously, passing the disease of happiness on to Brody. His trademark smile appearing quickly on his chocolate skin. First symptom. He laughed and glanced at Kayla with sarcasm written all over his face. "Girl, what is you talking bout sweetie? You know I love you girl!"
They all laughed as Chevy continued to steer the vehicle, the smoke flowing with the wind toward the backseat. Without turning around, he said with a still voice, "So I guess Rock-A-Poolooza isn't the main reason why you came back home."
Brody shook his head, feigning shock, and as if taking disguised offense, he answered with a voice two octaves higher than his normal tone, "Why boy...you know that was definitely one of the reasons I had to come back dog. What would Rock-A-Poolooza be without ya' boy Lucc'y Luciano." Chevy shook his head and inhaled the marijuana smoke into his lungs. "But on the real, the city was real cool. It felt real good to be around some boys I knew from back in the g, but it ain't nothing like being around ya' family dog. Me and Kylie missed y'all love. Even though we was doing alot of good, I mean alot of good, it wouldn't be the same if where we from wouldn't straight. I cleaned up New Orleans. I gave my peoples hope. Now it's time to give Nashville some hope too, baby."
They came to a red light and the cars that stopped by the immaculate vehicle had no choice but to give up their attention to the black sharp automobile that stood in between them. Chevy knew it was all eyes on their car but it felt like the whole world was peering down on their conversation, wondering the same question that Chevy was going to ask. "So this one for the city?"
Brody smiled, laughing, "It's going to always be about the city, dog." And with that, the light turned green, and they sped off toward their destiny.



On the night before the Rock-A-Poolooza, Nashville's biggest musical compilation festival, Brody stood on the balcony connected to his room, strumming the strings from his paper thin electric guitar. The design on the guitar was bright with explosive colors jumping off of what would at first look like a cardboard duplicate of an actual electric guitar. The strings let soft one note melodies float toward his ears, bringing comfort to his nerves. This was the first time he had ever really just tried something new at the Rock-A-Poolooza. He had done his own rendition of spoken word, remembering the faces of the crowd as they stared at the impossibility of a young E-v urban youth standing under five foot six stepping up to the microphone with the confidence of a man who had been performing for years. His words were graceful even then. They glided off of his tongue like an airplane taking off of a runway with the space between Brody and the large audience proving to be like the blue eternity that was the sky. Their ears were the destination for his words, Brody hoping that the message he placed in those lines would seap into their skin and ultimately their mind and their hearts. The reaction was the exact opposite of the one he thought he would receive. He thought the audience wasn't going to be as accepting of a dying art form like spoken word, but in his heart, he knew he had to speak the language of his heart to his people. The applauses continued on to his rap career as Lucc'y Luciano began a rise similiar to rappers past such as Drake, Nipsey Hussle, and all of the rappers of the past whose popularity shot into the stratosphere within months. Brody or Lucc'y Luciano as his fans called him was extremely successful in front of the audience of the following Rock-A-Poolooza. His fans swayed a his soulful croons and his hard hitting beats, but now for his third showing at the Rock-A-Poolooza, he was going to incorporate a brand new element to his act. The electric guitar.
His cousin, Toon, taught him how to play the guitar during his stay in New Orleans. Brody closed his eyes as his fingers struck the guitar strings instinctively. It was easy to see that Brody had learned quickly how to play the guitar like an urban Slash. The memory of the conversation he had with Toon, his rockstar cousin, lingered in his mind. The scene was something out of a surreal rock video. Barely clad women sprawled out all over the duplicate-Victorian furniture, his band dressed like black Emos, and Toon in the middle of all of the action with a microphone in his hand, diamonds sitting on top of his teeth, and dark shades to accentuate his diamond bright smile. His guitar hung loosely from a shoulder strap and swung back and forth from the momentum of Toon. It looked as though he were performing on a stage in front of millions instead of that small, intimate group that actually stood before him. The women's eyes glowed with desire as they peered onto the megastar. Standing beside him, Brody could feel every pupil on his cousin and the control Toon held over the audience simply with his voice and te guitar in his hand. It was then that Brody knew he wanted to experiment with that same instrument of seduction.
It was then that Toon taught Brody the delicacies of the guitar. The suttle plucks of a note, the finding of his own voice within the instrument, the legends that came before them. Toon fancied himself to be the young Jimi Hendrix. Brody prefered the stylings of Jared Leto from Thirty Seconds To Mars. If Toon was his teacher, than Brody was lucky enough to have past rock legends such as Paramore, Prince, Lil' Wayne, and many more as teacher's aides. And Brody ate every note and teaching that he could until he knew he was ready to unveil his new set of skills at the biggest annual festival in music.
Now, he stood on that balcony looking out into the stars, feeling as if he were being swallowed by destiny. It was like having Toon right beside him along with all o the greats of their past offering their constructive criticism to Brody's newly acquired skills. He was a mix of Incubus' melody, Hayley William's powerful voice, Jared Leto's threshold, and Prince's swag all balled into one almost good guitar player. Almost.
Truth was, Brody was nothing short of a rockstar. He had been the center of attention his whole life. Charming in every way, he was able to woo most, and the ones who were unable to find a way to love him were usually depressing people anyways. People were always attracted to the way he went against the grain, but this time while the fall wind travelled across the starlit sky, he wondered, with goosebumps forming all over his body, if he was taking it too far and if he would be able to come back after taking it this far. Then a soft voice came from the balcony railing. Sounding like a whisper being carried by the wind, Brody's ears perked up when the soft, melodic voice reached him. "So is this what you've been doing this whole time, huh Brody?"
His eyes slowly shifted from his grafitti inspired guitar to the open space in front of him all the way to the beautiful Gabriella that sat on the railing. She was outlined by the beautiful view Brody hardly took the time to appreciate. Now he had no choice to take in the beautiful sights that was the city lights that provided a brilliant contrast to Gabriella's light brown skin. His voice was smoky, not knowing how to greet Smartz, especially remembering the harsh words her and Kylie exchanged behind him. "Wassup?"
She smiled with seductive eyes that ran all over Brody's shirtless body and the fitted jeans that fell slightly off of his bottom. She licked her lips wantingly, teasing Brody's emotions. One thing Brody didn't like was to have his emotions tested. In his mind, he wanted answers and he wanted them now, giving evidence to his sometimes impatient nature. "Is that all you have to say to me, Brody?"
His eyes searched for a clue as to where she found a cheery attitude. "I mean last time I talked to you, you was calling me a monster so how you expect me to say anything to you? I mean yeah I was really going to kill your girl but dog, monster though?" She giggled, covering her mouth. Such a lady. "You wanna know something?" She nodded her head, letting her relaxed body language speak to him. "It was after that night when I realized what I was becoming. I saw the monster coming out of me, and I gotta tell ya, I didn't like what I saw or the look I saw on your face, love. I seen fear and confusion in your eyes and when you look at me, I don't want you to be afraid of what you see or be confused on what side I'm on." She smiled, feeling an apology would be equal to overkill. He had already forgiven her and she already forgave herself. Her head fell down with her eyes and every lock of jet black hair. She had the look of utter happiness. And is if that weren't enough to make her sure of her place in the world, he added one statement that acted as an exclamation mark to the end of the perfect sentence. "I'm on your side, love."
Her smile was as wide as the perfect rainbow. It was something refreshing about seeing the glee that covered every inch of her body. There was something attractive about seeing an angel'e halo light up ten times brighter than its usual luster. "Wow, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me."
He took a ruthlessly coy look at her and his voice was intensely seductive when he answered back, "It has been a minute since we talked huh? You know me and Kylie something now."
The phrase would've caused any other person immense heartbreak, but Gabrielle knew it was impossible to steal the heart of the man of her dreams. Her expression never changed. "So that finally happened huh?"
Brody continued to strum on his multi-colored paper thin guitar in his confusion. He smiled and answered, "So you read our destiny in the stars huh?"
She looked him deeply into his eyes and with every iota of seduction she could muster, she answered, "It's easy when you spend as much time among the stars as I do."
He smiled and began playing riffs on his guitar. "I guess we all can't have wings huh angel?"
She looked up to the sky and gave Brody the sensation that she was leaning off of the rail. He thought she was leaning toward her death, then she leaned back on the rail with a look of such exhiliration. The conversation was a rush and you could tell simply by the look on her face. "It's not because we don't have wings or the knowledge to create them, it's simply because we forgot the desire to want to." Words wouldn't come to him. He was completely struck with awe.
He couldn't even form words after that moment. In an instant, he was filled with inspiration. He started plucking at the minute almost laser thin strings, and the most beatiful melody floated out of the instrument and into Gabriella's ears. He smiled and replied softly. "You wanna hear my new song?"
She nodded her head instantly entranced by the melody. Then his voice came out and it had to be the most seductive voice ever to be produced by man, at least to her it was. The soft, smoky voice of Brody kept every inch of Gabriella's attention. She was unsure of whether she should feel so right standing in front of another woman's man, but at that moment she didn't care. No one or nothing, especially a guilty conscious, could strip the ecstacy she felt watching him perform in front of her away. Her eyes studied his torso muscle movement as his diaphragm rose and descended with the guitar and it looked as though he were swallowing an air of destiny with every breath he took. She could no longer deny it. There was chemistry there and she knew it. "You wanna know the name of the song?" He asked interrupting her thought process.
Her head was on a swivel as she melodically moved her head to the beat. She responded with such quickness. "Yes, of course."
His smile was perfect. He looked deep into her eyes with those beautiful, dark brown pupils and he answered, "Fly." He continued to play into the night, knowing that this one moment of instant connection gave him inspiration to remind the hopeless of their own dreams to fly.



Soon the day came where Brody was suppoosed to perform in front of thousands of people in a festival that would've made Woodstock envious. He could already picture people outside, bodies filled with whatever drug put them in their happy place, ready to enjoy the musical stylings of Brody and his electrical guitar. He was their hero, the Superman of counter culture. Years ago, this was all a dream and now he was standing in front of a grand mirror, staring into reality.
His daydream was interrupted by a soft voice coming from behind him, one of the few voices he would have to hear for the rest of his life. "You still daydreaming huh?"
He turned around to see his long time best friend, Kayla standing in the doorway. The warm lights coming from off of the grand mirror casted an unnecessary shadow on her beautiful features. When he realized that he hated that unnecessary shadow that was casted over her face, he had an epiphany that he was truly blessed to be around beautiful people, inside and out. "You already know that ain't changing, love. Come in here." Easy fix.
She walked in his room the way she had whenever when she wore anything remotely provacatively, and with the tight black dress she wore that showcased her tone tan legs and her muscular body, she was nothing less than extraordinary. She walked all the way up to him and embraced him deeply, as though she were destined to never see him again. She rubbed his tense back just as she had always had. She smiled and looked up into his eyes with her piercing green eyes. "Bout that time for a massage ain't it?"
Brody chuckled lightly and placed his lean arm around Kayla's shoulder. She smiled at the sight of Brody's million watt smile. "I guess you can say that. Kylie slipping on her job ain't she?"
She just shook her head. "You silly boo. How are you feeling though? Any pressure?"
Brody looked at himself in the mirror, realizing the growth he saw in himself. Yes, he still felt that nervous feeling in his gut that he had always felt before a performance, but he found a way to control those nerves a long time ago. That same nervous anxiety transformed into a powerful energy whenever he faced that crowd. Nervous? No, he wasn't nervous. It was like another day traveling into another dimension. In other words, this challenge because it was fun.
He imagined the adoring eyes scouring all over his profile, his body. He had to be dressed right. He imagined the roar of the crowd as his words, his melody. His voice had to be perfect. He took a sip of the warm chamomile tea blend he had resting on the desk beside him where his diamond rosary beads laid. He was mentally preparing for the show as Kayla's speckled green eyes stared at him. He put his tea back on desk and picked the rosary chain up. He handed it to Kayla and she placed it on his neck. She smiled mischievously, much like her younger sister. "So I take it that's a no?"
He cocked his head slightly and answered confidently. "I haven't been nervous for a long time love. No use on starting now."
She smiled, content with the answer she was given. "That's the Brody I know."
His smile was as content as her's as he looked up to the ceiling and answered while Kayla wrapped her arms around his waist. "That's the Brody that will exist until I stop breathing." She listened and decided in that instant she would have it no other way.


The soft lighting of the dressing room gave way to the harsh autumn sun as it beamed down on Chevy as he introduced to his fellow Nashvillians a Nashville native who had achieved greatness in a short amount of time. Being already outside of his element, Chevy had his own butterflies fluttering inside of his stomach, but when he thought he had saw a mirage of Bailey in the crowd, his butterflies were instantly gone. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to introduce one of the greatest entertainers ever to come from the Music City. You've witnessed my baby brother rock the mic at every underground club. Then y'all had the privilege of having a mainstream artist represent the city with the instant hit, "My City". Now two years later, he is here, and without further ado, I give you..." His pause was dramatic and deliberate as he drew out Brody's stage name. He heard the roar of the crowd and he couldn't help but feel immensely proud of the person he considered to be like his little brother, even though they were both the same age. It was a pleasure to know that he had something to do with Brody's growth in the music industry. Without further ado, he closed his eyes, pictured the success that was sure to erupt after this show, and belted out his best friend's stage name. "Lucc'y Lucianooooooo!!!!!!!!" In his heart, Chevy knew this was going to be a show that the people of Nashville would never forget.
Brody hopped on stage as a ball of energy, going right into the cult classic that made him famous in Nashville, and the crowd recited every word with him as they jumped up and down in a manic behavior. Paper thin guitar in tow, sweat began to pour on his naked torso as he left every inch of blood, sweat, and tears on the stage. His song was real. The pain in it was felt as every word of it was recited by the people who he felt were his biggest fans.
The song shifted into his next single. The song was called, "Trickery", a hard rock sampled song about the deceit of an old flame. The perfect song to lead him into his experimental, "Fly". Only a few of his die hard had known about "Trickery", but it only took a verse of the rare song to take over the hearts of his people. The second verse completely emersed Nashville into the song. He had their complete and undevoted attention which in his mind meant he had the world in the microphone he held in his left hand. In the other hand, he gripped the neck of the guitar. Now that the third verse was over, it was time he introduced the world to his guitar.
He swung his guitar around and threw the microphone back in its stand. The crowd looked at him with puzzled faces. Being used to Brody's onstage antics, they all thought the guitar was simply a prop, a way to let them know that he was going to rock the crowd of Rock-A-Poolaza. If only they knew he meant that more literal than they originally figured.
A look of concentration lived on his face as he strummed his nimble fingers across the long, skinny strings on his colorful guitar. They listened intently to the soft guitar melodies as Brody simply toyed with their emotions by strumming lightly against a few of the laser thin strings. Brody looked up into the crowd and saw a young boy staring at him with adoring eyes. When their eyes connected, Brody felt like he was traveling back into time when he was staring into his own idol's eyes. He remembered his father had eyes of melancholy. He could sense the sadness leaking out of his father's soul but he admired how strong his father was. To raise him and his sister, teach them how to defend themselves in a world his father knew would be against them, it was a sign of love to Brody, a sign he wish was still here to support him. He smiled at that young boy mischievously, almost telling him to 'watch this'.
His hand came down hard on the guitar strings and an immensely powerful sound emitted from the tiny guitar. Brody leaned back as the power of the music made him feel as though the music was levitating him above the ground. His eyes closed as the Sound Bites, tiny machines that floated around Brody, amplifying the music as Brody left everything he had on the stage. His voice was powerful. The large veins on his neck were pulsating. He was so into his music he didn't notice Purple Eyes in the crowd watching intently. He didn't see the police flying in from the rear. All of that knowledge came in flashes as he picked up a piece of the information every second. He saw the panic on Kylie's face first. His fingertips were growing Gun Man's armor strumming against the guitar strings in a frenzy. Then he saw the police looking as though they were going to break the Rock-A-Poolaza up. "Just like the police," he thought calmly while still performing the song of his life. His voice echoed throughout the open space. His yellow electrical currents were forming on his hand as he jumped up and down to the rock melody.
As Gun Man's black armor was rising from Brody's hands to his forearms, Purple Eyes jumped up from the crowd in an attempt to throw the first blow at Brody. Brody saw the oncoming attack and he reacted quickly by simply sidestepping the attack. Still playing his flag song, "Fly", he stepped back and simply peered into Purple Eyes' lavender eyes. Brody had a look on his face that begged Purple Eyes to not ruin a pivotal moment in his life, but Purple Eyes had a devilish look on his face that told Brody that's exactly what his plans were. Before Brody could make any more movements, Kylie was right there in front of Brody as Gun Shadow. The crowds' eyes grew to the size of watermelons as Gun Shadow and Purple Eyes' swords collided. The crowd thought it was simply a publicity stunt when they saw Purple Eyes' wide smile, but when the police plowed into the crowd, they quickly figured out it was far from a stunt. The police officers shoved onlookers to the side as they rushed to the stage, but quickly found opposition against Kayla's pistols. Then another set of reinforcements came from out of what seemed like nowhere.
Lucky No. 7 looked as though he was surfing as he knocked W-Us and standard police officers to the side. Wiz Kid appeared behind two police officers disguised as that same young boy who stared up at the stage. He transformed after throwing the police officers into the crowd behind. His once small frame became the build of a small bodybuilder, his muscles glistening in sweat as he removed his white tee shirt. He smiled up at Sheetah as she ran around Brody protecting him from any danger that may present itself, whether it be Purple Eyes flying above Gun Shadow or the polices encroaching on the stage. Whatever it may be, he was protected, still providing the crowd with a soundtrack to listen to while fights broke out amongst the crowd. Smartz came from the opposite side of the stage and landed in the fray which involved Gun Shadow and Purple Eyes. Purple Eyes was surprises by how strong Gun Shadow had grown. It tickled his heart to see her parrying his attacks as easily as it was for him to dodge hers when he attacked her and Brody at the club. It seemed so long ago only because her powers had grown so exponentially. The fight seemed evenly matched for a while until Smartz threw her first punch at Purple Eyes. The blow caught him by surprise, lifting him off of the ground. Gun Shadow retracted her blade from the air and looked deeply into Smartz's blue disguised eyes, and she wondered to herself, "And to what do I owe the pleasure of this bitch being here?"
The look of utter displeasure didn't have a place on Gun Shadow's face for long as she quickly whipped her body around and lifted up the magnamis gun she held in her other hand. The giant shell barely skimmed past Brody's aura as he played his last guitar solo surrounded by the Sound Bites. Even under the panic of having an unknown villain, Purple Eyes, jumping on the stage to a well known villain of counterculture rushing the crowd, parts of the crowd were entranced by the spell Brody had placed them under. They swayed back and forth like zombies, almost completely oblivious to their surroundings.
As the stress of the battle surrounding him, Gun Man began to take over his being, the black armor with golden yellowish electrical currents running through his forearms with the big bulbs of energy emanating with power. This was the signal that Brody was becoming Gun Man, his armor reacting to the duress Brody was under, preparing him for war. Sheetah flew across the stage beyond the normal rate of an actual jungle cat. Her body began to transform into her feral state as her feet galloped on the wooden stage. Her running form was beautiful as she trollopped across the wooden floor. It was like watching beauty and power blend together in the form of a giant queen cheetah with two savage sabretooth tiger fangs coming down with a vicious set of teeth as neighbors in her gums. Looking in her eyes with his enhanced yellow eyes, he saw Brittney's fierceness. "Is this Sheetah? Wow, look at what she evolved into!"
But then the unexpected happened. He looked down at his guitar but he mostly focused on the change that was going on within himself. He was becoming Gun Man in front of God and everyone else, but they were so engulfed into the music that they hardly even noticed the change. But Brody did.
While Wiz Kid and Bonnie Bad Ass fought the policeman in the crowd, Brody's Gun Man armor grew to his arms and on his legs. The energy bulbs popped out of his arms and legs with an immense kinetic energy. The massive power began to pop out of his body, shredding his lower pants legs and firing out into the crowd, blasting policemen to the side, hitting the W-Us out of the air, barely missing Purple Eyes. His subconcious desire to protect himself overpowered his need to perform. The armor began to take over his whole body stopping short at his neck. He played his guitar ferociously into newer pieces as he stalled for time, the Sound Bites catching every note in his voice and spreading it throughout the crowd. He was providing a soundtrack to what was supposed to be his own funeral. Bullets attacked him. Policemen tried to rush the stage. Wasp Units came swarming down on Sheetah. More tried to take Smartz to the air while Gun Shadow and Purple Eyes carried on a fatal grudge match of sword and skill.
That's when he saw her. He looked into the crowd, belting the melody to a song he was inspired to sing, and saw Bailey and their father standing in the crowd, watching him intently. Their expressions were cold as they stared at her brother, his son. Brody couldn't read the looks on their faces, but he didn't like what he saw. But it only made him want to play harder, and that he did as he clutched the guitar tightly to his stomach and began to stroke the guitar strings roughly, emanating an angry sound from the guitar.
His body had been completely covered in Gun Man's armor by the time his final song came from his guitar. His voice was velvety smooth almost as if this were a song meant for him to sing. He named the melody "War". His voice was loud and angry as energy bombs pulsated in and out of the energy craters he had all over his body. A battle royale ensued all around him yet his face was as calm as it was if the show would have went without a hitch. For some reason, he played as though his father was really in the crowd. Knowing that his dad had never seen him perform made him realize that've had always had wished his father had watched his only son perform. His father's spirit echoed all throughout his soul. He knew he held great gifts but instead of being selfish with the powerful wealth of talent he possessed he shared it with te world, inspiring millions of people with the soundtrack of his life, offering some of the most intimate moments of his life in every page of his mental book of lyrics. His voice resonated off of the Sound Bites while everyone who was concerned with the battle focusing on throwing the next punch. Only his true fans were staring at the transformation of their inspiration, becoming a man where there once stood a boy. His father could not have been prouder standing there with his sister who looked at him with eyes similiar to his. And then they were gone, and the real battle begun.
Brody went into the final verse of improvisational song "War" when the battle went into its own climax. Sheetah, in her feral state pounced on Wasp Units barreling down into the stage. She made sure to leave them reminders of why they should never come after Brody as she peeled the armor off of the police officers. Her claws left gashes all over their bodies and she went into a beserk frenzy, flinging officers off the stage.
Wiz Kid lifted the infantry police officers into the air as he ran through the crowd of officers. His fists pounded against their helmets as they flew in all directions. His muscles tensed as he seen the sheer volume of officers all out to destroy his idol's show. It would never happen, not on his watch.
Smartz flew away from the fray going on between Gun Shadow and Purple Eyes and into the crowd she jumped, ready to protect Brody from a distance while defending the seemingly oblivious crowd. She knew that's exactly what he would have wanted her to do. Defend his people against the corruption that attempted to seep out the creativity of an artistic people with the black sludge of conformity and darkness.
Bonnie Bad Ass shot wildly into different officers, her eyes filled with intensity and rage as a few of the Wasp Units came down on her. Her mouth was agape as her screams were drowned out by Brody's intensely melodic voice. The veins in his neck were bulging as bullets exited out of both of her guns at a machine gun rate. The Wasp Units were just flying at high speeds just to fall even faster in front of the stage. It was the most beautiful thing Brody had ever been a part of. Seeing the few heroes, the few friends he had defending his creativity, his life, his people, filled his heart with a warmth he hadn't known since his father and his sister was alive. He never knew how much he had really missed his dad and his sister. He just kind of coasted troughout the rest of his life just simply not thinking about his lost family. His voice filled the Sound Bites as they passed the last chorus throughout the crowd. By this time, the crowd were standing entranced by his voice. The Wasp Units were demoralized. The officers retreated, deeming the situation uncontrollable. The only one who was still fighting was Purple Eyes, but Gun Shadow offered him no leeway. As Brody belted out his last note, the crowd was cleared of police activity and the heroes concentrated on the only villain left, the one on stage. Bonnie pointed Purple Eyes out and screamed, "Get him," in her native Nashville tongue. Wiz Kid came out of nowhere, emerging from the ground bursting into the air. It was an epic portrait of power and brilliance. For a moment, it looked as though he lived among the Sound Bites. The calm before the storm.
Sheetah and Smartz bumrushed Purple Eyes from opposite ends of the stage. Lucky No. 7 jumped on the stage from the front row as Brody received accolades from the crowd. Even though he was surrounded by what seemed like the battle of the century, he was still living in a moment of extascy as his imagination created roses that floated all around him, circling him in exuberance. He rejoiced in a light that could be seen beaming out of his brown skin. His people were watching from a few feet away and their praises created a phenomal happiness in his heart. It was honestly the happiest moment of his life and his friends were there to make sure his happiness would not spoil.
As Brody sucked in the allure from the crowd through his pores, Smartz, Gun Shadow, Sheetah, Wiz Kid, Bonnie Bad Ass, and Lucky No. 7 all surrounded Purple Eyes. Even though he was clearly outnumbered, his evil but beautiful smile never left his face. He knew he still held the upper hand. The only two that could even claim to be on a level near his power was Gun Shadow and Gun Man. He looked around to see the happiness in the crowd and he thought about wiping out every man, woman, and child in the crowd. "Yes, that would bring them down a couple of notches, if not that, surely Gun Man would want revenge," Purple Eyes thought maliciously. He summoned his purple flames and allowed the blaze to climb up and down his forearms. The group studied him curiously as the purple flames fluctuated to the length of his arms. He threw his arms up and released his Beauty into the air. The flames looked as though they were taking over the clouds in the sky. It was truly a beautiful flame. The flames poured from the sky onto the people below as the group of heroes could only stand there and watch as the populace of Rock-A-Poolaza seemed to melt in front of their eyes.
As Brody witnessed his most dedicated melt in front of his eyes brought out an anger that he hadn't felt since he lost his father. To see those screaming faces brought out a vengeance in his soul, a vow to destroy those that were responsible for this massacre. His armor transformed into fabric, silk shirt with Trademark blazer to be exact. He threw his guitar into the crowd during his transformation, his last present to his dying fans. And then everyhting went black.