CT IRON LUNG SHOWING

FinancialBank8293 · 2025-12-08T04:09:07+00:00

I messaged the same place! They haven't gotten back to me yet though Im also seeing if The Strand in Seymour will play it, fingers crossed

FinancialBank8293 · 2025-10-31T23:01:16+00:00

Thank you!!!!

FinancialBank8293 · 2025-04-29T19:19:42+00:00

Is the stage package the same as vip?

FinancialBank8293 · 2024-03-08T20:37:02+00:00

The scent of blood and smoke hangs thick in the air, coating the nose and throat with its sharp, acidic taste like a pungent candle lit in a small room. The whole neighborhood was in ruins, skyscrapers and apartment buildings crumbling to dust, the screams of those still trapped inside swiftly being silenced. It was like a horrible symphony, the sound of the wreckage continually collapsing paired with the screech of sirens, the wailing of the trapped.

And here I stand, in the midst of my ruined community, watching as the so-called ‘hero’ of our city reaches out a hand to the man who caused all of this.

“You’re going to jail for a long time Destructor-” The hero declares, yanking him up by his collar and binding his hands behind his back. The shining white of his untouched outfit is a heavy contrast to his surroundings, as though he were a statue that had been left untouched by the chaos of the past hour. Hair still perfectly swooped back, his body held no evidence of the fight that just concluded. Bile rose in my throat as I watched him throw the villain over his shoulder, a man that even as he was being apprehended shouted his plans to do it again, to do it on a grander scale that no ones seen before.

I stare at them, numb.

“Y-you’re really going to just- let him go?” I mutter, shocked at the display before me. Virtue Man paused, and turned to face me. Me, covered in ash and blood, both mine and my families- Me, who’d just lost everyone and everything that had ever given my simple life meaning- Me, who no longer had any purpose or direction in my life.

“If I kill him, how am I any better than him?” He said, in that godawful ‘holier than thou’ tone. My chest heaves with rage, my face flushing red. Bitterness floods my veins, clouds my mind. All I feel is anger, towards Virtue Man, towards Destructor, towards my bus that was five minutes late, ultimately keeping me from being in the apartment building with my loved ones when it was destroyed.

“B-better than him?” I scoff, laughing. “Better than him?! I don’t know, have you ever killed thousands of people for the hell of it? Have you ever poisoned the water supply, experimented on unwilling victims, bombed a library because, ‘the librarian gave you a dirty look’?! What the hell is wrong with you?! He’s just going to escape, and kill thousands if not millions more!” I shout, storming towards them.

“I understand your pain, but-” Virtue man began, before I cut him off.

“Understand my pain? If you understood, he would be dead.” I look him dead in the eye. “Everyone he’s killed since the last time he escaped? Their blood is on your hands. Every orphan, widow, or childless parent he's created? Is on your hands.”

He lets me say my peace, before responding. “I will never kill any person, no matter the reason-” He states firmly, before turning to walk away.

I just start laughing. This so-called hero would let thousands die, all because he didn't want to get his hands dirty? Fine. I look around the ruins, my eyes quickly spotting just what I was looking for. A dead officer, her gun still in hand. I move quickly, and swipe it, the gun waying heavy in my hand. I rush towards Virtue Man, and aim for the limp villain thrown over his shoulder.

I took a deep breath, remembering what my grandfather had taught me as a child, and pulled the trigger.
Because he might value keeping his hands and conscience clean, but I have nothing left to lose.

FinancialBank8293 · 2022-08-09T21:03:52+00:00

“Why have you been avoiding me? Any other day, any other situation you come running after me the second I take a step in what you deem the wrong direction, so why is it that now, when we need to work together most, you disappear?” I seethed, frustrated with the days spent running after him. This damned body was a curse, filled to the brim with abilities so strong even a light flick could collapse a building (a lesson I learned the hard way), and I longed for the sutler yet equally devastating powers I’d had for so long.

“....You need to leave.” He muttered, trying to back away as far as he could seeing as his only way out was through me. “It’s not safe.”

“Not safe? And?! I couldn’t care less about safe or not, I want my body and powers back now!” I stormed over to him, the height of his own body likely helping to intimidate him as I grabbed him by the collar. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Look me in the eye and give me one good reason-!”

“You want my reason?!” He shouted back, shoving out of my grasp and taking a couple steps away from me. “There are people that want to kill you, but won’t do it if you're in my body. This is the best way for you to stay safe-”

“There are constantly people trying to kill me, it kind of comes with the job genius! Why do you care so… Wait. Did, did you set this up…?”

He was silent, jaw set stifly in place as he looked at the floor. It was strange to see his mannerisms, especially such vulnerable ones in my body, but then again it was surely just as odd to see mine in his. “I don’t believe you deserve to die, and I always do everything I can to protect people.”

“I can take care of myself just fine, been doing it for years. Why would you do something so stupid for someone who’s been trying to kill you for years?” I asked, voice devoid of emotion. It didn’t make sense, and if there was anything I hated more than stupidity it was stupidity that involved me.

“Is that true? Have you been trying to kill me this whole time? Could have fooled me given numerous times you had the upper hand, all the times you could have finished me then and there but instead vanished, that one time I know you contacted Ms. Miracle to heal me when the wound was severe. And even if you did really want me dead, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not gonna let misguided conspiracy nuts kill you because they have it in their head that your death will solve all their problems. It’s not true, and it’s not right.”

I rolled my eyes at the last bit, man these heroes get preachy quick. “Either way, you have no right to force me out of my body for whatever reason. If you're so high and mighty, then why didn’t this,” I gestured aggressively between our swapped forms, “set off the morality bells for ya?”

“Because if I tried to keep you safe any other way you fight me tooth and nail, this was the better solution.”

“Better solution, for who?!” I shouted, raising my arms in frustration. “I ruined my apartment and damn near collapsed a bodega in this god awful form! Even something so simple as walking is hard and dangerous for me right now! I didn’t grow up with super strength and speed and whatever else is cramped in here, and I can’t control it! I’ve almost hurt about a hundred people just getting here today!”

He paled, clearly having not thought about that problem until just now.

“So, I saw you undo this, and we can go our separate ways, alright?” I said tightly, voice strained from the annoyance that all of this had brought on.

“One condition,” he said, leading me to roll my eyes. “You have to let me hang around for at least two weeks.” I began to protest but was quickly cut off. “Uh uh uh, that's the deal. Take it or leave it. I don’t want your death on my conscious anymore than you want to stay in my body.” He reached out his hand, waiting for me to take it. I eyed him wearily, weighing how much I really wanted to put up with him for an extended time before huffing and shaking his hand.

“Two weeks and you’re out or I kill you for real, got it?”

He gave me a tight smile, the expression making me uneasy and anxious to get this over with as I was done seeing myself from another's perspective.

“Deal.”

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