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Creative Writing: Marcus Laser's Snake

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She was just standing there with her eyes wide. She was pointing at something, so I looked in the direction that she was pointing at but nothing was there. I picked her up and carried her back to the lab. I was trying to think what might have happened.
The next morning, as I was getting ready , drinking my coffee, I heard the newscaster say, “All across the city of Chicago, a man who calls himself Snake has been putting inappropriate graffiti in public areas. If anyone catches this man, please report him to the police station immediately.” They described Snake as a tremendously tall, bald and had tattos over every inch of his body. I kept thinking to myself how I would catch this Snake. I walked up and down the streets of Chicago to see if …show more content…

“The names Marcus. Marcus Laser. Here's my card kid,” I responded.
I think he’s Snake, but I don't say anything, so I continued to keep looking for Snake. At that time, I thought to myself, if I found Snake, what powers am I going to use? So, I go back to my lab and start practicing my powers. Lasers flying everywhere, breaking stuff, “Okay, I think I’m ready.”
I walk to the street where the graffiti was and saw a man there that looked like Snake.
“Hey . . . Stop right there!” I exclaimed
“What do you want, I'm trying to save the world here,” Bruce replied with an annoying …show more content…

I just knew he was Snake because of his tone and he looks just like how they described Snake I knew I had to do something. Out of rage, I pulled out my laser beam and tried to hit him. Instantly, he jumped straight onto me and began to throw punches. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another figure that also looked just like Snake. Suddenly, I slowly turned my head and we stopped fighting. We both looked at each other and back at Snake thinking to ourselves, that's Snake. Immediately, we both went after Snake. We wrestle him to the ground as he fought back. There was, for sure, no way he could beat two against one. I hit him with my laser and he fell to the ground. As he fell i pinned him to the ground as the young man that looked like Snake called the police. As the police took him away the young man and I looked at each other.
Rapidly, a huge crowd quickly came over and thanked the young man and I. I was so proud of myself. I knew my dad would be so proud of me.
“Hey so what is your name?” I questioned,
“Uhhh . . . my name is . . . Bruce. Bruce Walker,” He hesitated.
When we got back to my lab I saw Jenn sitting on the couch watching the

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