Chapter 50: A - Closes
The shovel stabbed into the cold ground, and with a grunt, he raised it up, forcing the dirt off of its spot. "You seriously ain't gonna help?" Jack grumbled.
Nick rested on the hood of the truck, texting away on his new phone that Jack had bought for him. "Can't. Need to see if this team I bet on wins."
"Gambling again?"
"It's only gambling if I lose. If I win, then it's a smart money method!"
"No. Just no."
Like all cities, Oleander had its fair share of graveyards. It was rare that you would find a dead Super body. Most were cremated to ensure they couldn't be studied or tampered with by enemy forces. That said, unknown to your average hero, there was a graveyard that would serve as the final resting place for the less heroic folks in the world.
Unmarked graves in the past were used for executed prisoners. Here, though, in a hidden back section of the graveyard in the poor part of Oleander, was where many villains would bury their deceased comrades. A secret among the villains. Jack moved more of the dirt away until he had finally dug a six-foot hole.
Even with super strength, it had been hard work.
Jack grimly placed his arms under Polaron and lifted the man up. He gently placed him down on the ground. It was crude. It was not the sort of place he would want to end up, but it was the best that Polaron would get from him. He looked down at the body in silence.
Made out of twisted metal, Polaron looked almost like a human skeleton. The man didn't need to eat, sleep, or breathe, surviving entirely off of raw metal, which his 'flesh,' or rather metallic bones, would pull in and absorb. His powers, however, like most monsters created by the Emperor, went out of control, and he had been forced to wear a suit of armor that kept them under his command.
For just a second, the image of P came to his mind. A young boy forced into a war by a selfish monster.