We all know the story of how he became legend, how he came to be, how his downfalls were about, how he conquered those difficulties, how he accomplished his missons and how he succeed to become the Great Ironman.
...But what you didn't know is his a...
The black dim of cavernous filled the room with loneliness and gaseous smoke, a smoke that almost occupied the room. The walls of each of every corner of the big room were made by a thick and metal steel.
A small amount of space can only be release by the contaminated smoke that kept releasing by the machine.
It was lonely, isolated and noisy a noise made by the engine's gear turning and twisting releasing enough iron to be melted and molded. But behind those working machines was a man, a black smith inhaling oxygen through his nebulizer in order for him to breath properly by the smoke that circled the atmoshpere, he was banging his sledgehammer to-and-fro both hands were wounded filled with scars and burns proving that he was working for so long or maybe a life time?
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There were no air conditions inside the dark abyss of a room nor vintilation, it was hot as hell sweat poured down from his sideburns down to his mustache. And it so happens that a man entered the dark room his face was unknown since he was wearing a mask that covered his features.
"It needs to be done as early as it can be." His deep voice that was rough and hollow echoed the room but the poor man continued to do his job banginng! And clacking! His sledgehammer not a single word came from his mouth.
But as the other man pressed the button that he was holding from his hand? the poor man went down from his knees enduring and feeling the electric shock that travelled to every inch of his body he groaned and limped.
"You should have brought your heart with you."
But the man who was brownbeaten sain no word and continued to do his work. What can he do? There was no escape in this situation and also hopeless. He rose again, gripped his sledgehammer tight and bang! bang! bang!
He continued to bang the nose of his hammer by the hot iron. The mad man right infront of him again pushed the red button letting the flow of electricity enter his heart and the rest of the shock spread across his body through his veins. He groans again but this time he didn't went down on his knees, he just shut his eyes and pants heavily.
"Talk you IMBECILE!" he yelled.
Did he listen? No he just continued to work and work banging and clashing joining the loud creek and bam of the working machine behind him. "FINE! I'll let you do your job! And make sure you finish it by the time of his birth month."
And with that it triggered him, it caught his attention, he stopped his work once he heard the word 'birthmonth' he let out a deep sigh of grief and finally he spoke very softly. "You'll never win." He said and that was all he had to say.
A deep chuckle surpass the other guy's lips with a nodding head, forming a mischeif smirk by his visage. "Not yet. This is just the end of the beginning. And once my equipments and other gadgets are complete you will still be in his control. A generation will rise and you'll watch them FALL TO PIECES!"
"You'll never find them! Not even the heck of this world you would know where to look for them." Exclaimed the old man angered by the other guy's plan of destruction.
"I know I can't, Smart idea for keeping them lay low. " Replied the other. "But I know he will... And trust me I found him already."
The old man's eyes widen and screamed with all his might running towards the other guy trying to choke him up but he didn't reach him since the chain around his hips and the electric wire from his heart were much to shorter to be able for him to grab. "You stay away from him! You stay away from her! Or I'll--"
"You'll what?" The man didn't move since he knew that it was no use he was to weak to even hurt him, he just stand there laughing evily at the other.
"Cheer up. All you can do know is finish this contraption" He said. "Or I'll let you see him slowly dying from your eyes."
And with that He about-face beginning to walk the exit of the dark room. "Continue." Those were his last word as he left the man behind.
And it was him alone again with Just the steam of smoke that came from the machine. Along with an oxygen tank and nebulizer in order for him to survive and sad to say there were 4 tanks left for 4 months straight.
The old man went back to his work for there eas nothing he could do & what can he do? He was powerless, weak and drained all he could do know is have hope that he migjt get out of here alive in his 11 years of burden. A single tear poured from his eyes, he sighed.
"I hope both of you are doing well..." the man thought as he continued to work on his project.
