An ad appears on the Television screen. “Wow! It is me. Death Leopard! I do NOT have autism! I will tell you the story of the Saint King!”
The woman who terribly acts out her part smiles. “Wow! What is the Saint King!”
“800 years ago, the Saint King was chosen by God Himself and the Catholic Church for Judgment Day, but due to his cowardice, he allowed his fear of killing the one he loved and created this 800-year war we have been fighting since then! The Saint King is meant to rule all over us! But I didn’t let that happen! Over the years, I have masterfully made the world forget who the Saint King was! Only a few areas in Luzon remember who he i,s but his main Kingdom? I made sure no one remembers who he was by reminding your ancestors that he is a person full of shit!”
A chant could be heard singing, “Full of shit!”
“Yep! That’s right! Say thank you to me! Your friendly neighborhood Death Leopard!” Death Leopard smiled, reading from his script. “Okay. Cut. Fuck. I spilled some coffee on this script. Can we have another take-?”
The commercial cuts to the site of public execution.
“Go to the Athletic Bowl now to witness the Saint king’s execution!” smiled Death Leopard. “This commercial is sponsored by Pepsi!“
For all intents and purposes, no, it is not.
Beatle awaits inside his cage while various Starmen cheer in the crowd on the bleachers' roofed property, while the ones under the hot neon sun are without roofs, the middle class and the poor.
Beatle is shoved outside by Starmen Royal Guards and is placed before the armored Beatle.
Billy is shown to be on the throne, tied to a chair. “DAD!!!”
The guard slaps the back of her head. “Quiet! Your Daddy’s about to die.”
“Punyeta..” grunted Beatle, standing up and seeing the thousands of people goading for his death. Beatle sighs, closing his eyes.
Death Leopard gestures his hands as if he were breathing in all their cheers of grandeur and respect.
Death Leopard flexes on his suit. “WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Smartest man of the 21st Century over here, boys!!! YEAH!!! WOOOOOOO!!!”
Beatle just squints his eyes, staring at Death Leopard.
“So! Beatle Saint King! I am glad to tell you that you WILL NOT be missed! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Death Leopard laughed.
Beatle just stared at him with contempt.
“My guy! Why are you so down in the dumps?”
“Dude. You are honestly one of the most pathetic people on Earth,” sighed Beatle, tired of all this nonsense. “I have been waiting for my family for six years. But I should thank you. Wouldn’t have met Billy if that wasn’t the case.”
“Oh, come on! Don’t butter me up, man! We all know what a sick being you really are!”
“Mmm,” said Beatle, tiptoeing and slamming his heels on the ground, doing so repeatedly and bouncing. “I love being a writer. In a way, I’m an artist!” Beatle smiled gleefully.
“I think you’re an autist.”
The crowd laughs at Death Leopard’s joke.
Beatle coughs. “Eh. It IS my fault for mentioning that I was autistic a lot when we were younger. I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry that you thought I was using it as a card and as an excuse for acting this way. I act this way because that is who I am.”
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“You bother everyone! Disturb the peace! DISTURB MY PEACE!!! SAY THINGS THAT ARE BIZARRE, SEXUAL, STRANGE, OR JUST OUT THERE!!!”
“Because I didn’t understand social norms. But if you think this solves everything, so be it.”
Death Leopard smirks. “What’s this now? You think you’re acting as some kinda martyr?”
“I dunno. Maybe!”
Death Leopard scoffs. “Guys. Look at this guy. You know this guy clearly is a sexual predator. Right?”
The people cheered for Death Leopard.
Beatle just closes his eyes and prays silently. “When I entered a college internship, I met one of your followers Death Leopard. They solely believed you, believed that I was some kind of manipulative bastard. Then they met me. Instead of contempt and their initial reluctance, they ended up learning I wasn’t what he told them I was. They learned I was just… different. They sided with you, though, in the end. But they somewhat believed my story as well. They asked constantly what I was scared of. And that if I didn’t do anything wrong, I should be scared. I was scared because they believed that lie. Now, I fear nothing. All I care about is my belief in my God and my daughter.”
“There is no God,” said Death Leopard.
“Humorous. Now I know you really are full of shit,” said Beatle, smirking.
Death Leopard smiles and beats Beatle over and over again, screaming as he roars, hammering his body.
Many people cheered, but others began to whisper to each other. Asking questions.
“Why isn’t he fighting back? Isn’t he a bad guy?”
“I was told he was a coward. He doesn’t seem scared.“
“What is happening right now? He isn’t running away. Cowards always run.”
Beatle is just beaten to a pulp, bloodied and bruised all over.
Billy sobs, watching her father be tormented by Death Leopard. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! BAM!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!” she sobbed, screaming and regressing to her most primal self.
Beatle drools blood from his lips as Death Leopard hammers his mech suit’s fists into his face.
Beatle just wheezes in pain.
Beatle begins yelling at the top of his lungs. “I BELIEVE IN GOD!!! THE FATHER ALMIGHTY!!1 MAKER OF HEAVEN!!!” Beatle is forced to vomit blood. “And Earth… I believe in my Brother, J.C… His Son… I believe in the Holy Spirit… And I believe in Myself… and You… My people. I believe you… will make your choice… I gave you that freedom years ago… I sacrificed so much so you would be born… I allowed myself to fail in my Father’s eyes… and my Human father’s eyes… and the world’s eyes… so you would be born…” he bled all over the ground. “And I believe you would make the best choices…”
The people began screaming a different name, with Death Leopard astonished by Beatle’s power.
“BEATLE SAINT KING!!!“ yelled one, as a guard pointed a gun at his head.
“BEATLE SAINT KING!!!” yelled another.
“BEATLE SAINT KING!!! BEATLE SAINT KING!!! BEATLE SAINT KING!!!” They all began cheering for him and gesturing with their fists in the air.
Beatle then feels a surge of power in his body, his eyes glowed blue.
The armored suit kept on punching Beatle, but each punch felt lighter than a feather each time he struck.
Beatle loomed before Death Leopard.
Death Leopard backs away. “Fuck.”
Beatle kicks him away, and Death Leopard skips like a stone into the ground as the crowd cheered.
Death Leopard yells out. “Saint King Buster Level 10!!!”
Death Leopard punches a quick, decisive strike, but Beatle shakes his head and hammers his fist back into Death Leopard’s face.
Beatle roars and tackles Death Leopard and beating him to submission.
Death Leopard screams in pain, angrily as he tries to punch and ruin Beatle’s face, but his face just clanks against the metal on the suit’s arms. The vibrations even fracture Beatle’s arm as Death Leopard screams in pain.
Death Leopard roars. “I am so much better than you.”
Beatle smirks. “Good.”
Beatle throws him up and pummels him out of the city…
Beatle teleports to where he landed, the cabin they were once in.
Beatle floats down before him. “Death Leopard. Never return to my city. I shall be coronated by tomorrow. Try to set foot again…?” Beatle blows up the same mountain from before with a flick of his finger before reshaping it. “Leave.” Beatle teleports back into his kingdom…
And that day, the trumpets of Heaven could be heard booming from the sky…
Death Leopard gave a contemptuous look at the sky and flipped the sky off, only to be struck by lightning.
Beatle, that day, would be crowned king, as the world bowed before him. He stood up proudly in his court and spoke his first command.
“Sir… What do you want to do?” asked one of the soldiers.
“I wanna go on vacation,” smirked Beatle, as the towers above him were deactivated.
Meanwhile… back in the Clark Military Base… Five meteors can be seen falling from the sky…
