Adventures of American-Man                          by: Paul G. Jutras

 

A Japanese American-man name Chris Jackmarr entered his bedroom and kicked the door shut with his foot. A short red cape snapped into place against shoulders wrapped in blue. He stepped before a mirror and beheld himself in a tight-fitting stars and stripe shirt with a bright red "A" over a white boarder emblazoned across his chest, a white belt and blue tights.

Behind him, an Autumn wind blew upon a book on his bed. The pages stopped on the Story of a demon. Beside the picture were words written in Chinese characters called Kanji. Little did he know was that the legends he believed in would soon prove to be true.

"Yo, Chris!" A startling voice turned his attention to the window. "Aren't you ready yet? The girls are ready."

As Chris walked to the window, he poked his head out and saw his best friend Joe. The Young man stood before a Cadillac convertible and waved back to his fellow band member. "Be Right down!"

"It isn't fair mama." Millie complained as Chris emerged from his room and passed his sister on the stairs without looking at her. She stomped her barefoot on the top stop. "Chris is going to the party."

"Will you hush, Millie." Mrs Jackmarr lowered the phone reciever and watched her storm downstairs. "Your brother is two years older than you and can take care of himself."

"Oh, get off it, sis." Chris stopped at the front door and stuck his tongue out at her. He then stepped into a pair of knee-high boots and picked up his guitar. "You'll be old enough in a couple of years."

"Attention all!" Chris announced as he leapt from the porch to the back seat of the car. He landed beside Roberta Chow, his date and a member of the band. He rolled his eyes from her mermaid costume to Joe and Nancy's 1950s outfits. "Surf's up."

They drove a long, lazy loop along the shape of the circular driveway. Leaves fell from almost bare Trees. "All right then. We're off to the beach party!"

At that moment, in the beach parking lot, a dog's barking drew the attention of a uniformed officer. The Policeman stared as a figure materalized from out of a rainbow light. When the light died, he saw a man in samauri armor. "Where's Jackmarr-san?" The man said.

H- Halt or I'll shoot!" The officer stuttered as he drew his gun. "I said freeze!"

Transmuting into a a Sasquatch, Big-Foot's hand snapped the dog's neck like a clamp. The officer Fired effortlessly as the other outstretched toward the cop. The patrolman's deathscreams were down Right blood-curtling.

As the kids convertible arrived in the parking lot, the music from the radio caused the monster pain. It dropped the officer off and fired a force beam from one arm. The explosion knocked the kids and their Instruments from the car.

"Roberta!" Chris cried with concern as she fell back into his arms. He failed to notice his body was glowing. "You okay?"

"Fine." Roberta glanced up and saw the creature that attacked the instruments. She knew she had to move if she wanted to be avoid being smashed too.

"Got to get away before that thing—" Chris murmured fearfully as he crouched in the creature's shadow.

"Attacks!" Chris gasped for breath as Big-Foot clamped one paw like hand upon his neck and slammed him onto the beach. With one hand on his throat the other swept across his face. Blood gushed out of his mouth.

Grabbing the Sasquatch by the shoulders, Chris braced his foot and rolled back, flipping The creature over him. Big-Foot grabbed Chris from behind, wrapping his arms around his Upper torso. Chris couldn't focus his eyes as he heard his own spine cracking.

Chris laid on the beach like a broken puppet. A golden halo surrounded his soul as it rose out of his

Body into a blinding white light. Big-Foot looked away to see Joe and the girls roar off. "Hang on to your hats girls!"

"Hel-lo." Chris called out as he walked along a bank of iridescent fog wearing only a hospital gown. He followed a series of geysers to a staircase of clouds where he saw someone.

"Huh?" He looked at the lovely girl. She appeared to be in her twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a white tunic and sandals.

"I'm Clotho." She said in a sweet voice. "I need your help to save the universe."

"No, No, No." Chris exclaimed as he ran with his head shaking back and fourth. "I must be going out of my mind!"

"How did you." Chris frozen in place as Clotho appeared ahead of him. "Not to worry!" Clotho's voice sang. "Things aren't so bad. You have nothing to loose."

A look of fear froze on Chris' face as he looked around at a void of nothingness. It was only then that The truth was starting to sink in. "I really am..."

"Dead?" Clotho paused. She walked slowly around a steaming geyser. "Yes."

Suddenly her eyes brightened with a look of hope. Turning around she marched over to him and Starred at him in the eye. "The fates have preordained for you to die, but you can be reborn. Listen To the light in your soul and let justice be done."

"Reborn..."Chris asked...."But how?"

"By entering the body of your descendant." Clotho's smile brightened. "We kept one in limbo while the rest were erased at the point of your death. It's the only way to avert the crisis ahead."

"Fear not." Clotho gestered ahead with her hands while Chris listened to the trumpets of judgement. Hesitantly Chris stepped into the geyser and felt tingly all over. As the mist over took him, hands of smoke Began to reshape his soul like clay. Even though a sound transference was the only way for his Descendant to continue to exist, he couldn't help but wonder what type of life he was about to step into. "I'm feeling really strange.."

Just then, to his surprise, he felt like something had gone wrong. He struggled effortlessly to free himself As his center of gravity shifted, causing him to stumble. "What's happening to me?"

Then the mist let him go, Chris Jackmarr disappeared into a tunnel of white light.

 

PART 2

The governments of the world thought it would only take a few bombs to bring world peace. They were wrong. One early evening the bombs went off blowing centuries of techology to dust. It is now the year 3086 and in a world were ones character is more important that appearance, a groan can be heard from a figure in bed. "What time is it?"

Chris Jackmarr awoke to find himself tangled in bed sheets. He was sure that his adventure in The afterlife was just a dream until he opened his eyes and saw his bedroom. "Wh- Where am I?"

Chris tossed the blankets and looked at a busty body with long, slender legs. He glanced down to find he was wearing a over size T-shirt and bikini panties. His foot slid up a shaven leg as he squeezed a pair of breasts. "This is..."

"Clotho!" He looked at his image in the full length, free-standing mirror. "Are you here?"

In the rest of the room there was a canopied bed against the side window with frilly pink curtains. A Full size dresser complete with a cat shaped clock and lava lamp. A name plaque on a opened door read: CHRISTINA.

Climbing out of bed, his vision focused on the image of a sixteen year old girl in the mirror. She had short brunette hair with the ends flipped up. He starred at the long lashes of his eyes which were her eyes. "I'll make her suffer for--."

He had just touched the cool smooth glass when Clotho's reflection appeared from a white portal. Chris turned and looked at her with a frosty glare. "Remember, the earth's future is at stake."

"What'd you do to me?" Chris asked accusingly.

For a moment Clotho just stood before Chris and looked at him. "What does it look like," She said in an icy voice. "I told you that you needed a new body. You have no idea how much trouble it was to get it."

"I am a man!" Chris screamed angrily. "What am I suppose to do with these...These things?"

Clotho took a deep breath and her face softened. A slight smile appeared. A worried look appeared on Christina's as Clotho turned and disappeared back into the white vortex. "The rebels at the edge of town can help you."

"If I'm going to spend the rest of my life as a girl." Chris growled to himself," I'd better see how much my descendant likes to show off."

Hours later, Chris finished dressing and availed himself of Christina's closet. Sitting down on the bed in a sleeveless dress that showed a mile of leg and a yard of cleavage, he pulled on a pair of pantyhose.

"Whoa." He cried as she stepped into a pair of 3" heels. He tried to balance himself as the shoes caused a pain expression on his face. His stride was at a constant tilt. "How am I suppose to walk in these things?"

"Oh, man," he said in a loud calm based. He teetered out of his new apartment and wondered how'd he get downstairs. "I can barely move in these things."

Chris blinked. Much to his surprise, and relief, a monorail car ran through Christina's building. He climbed aboard and asked to be taken to the city limits.

The Federation Wall had been made right after 3^rd world war. When it was safe to venture beyond the wall, a monorail station was added to provide access to the ruins beyond. Chris watched a pair of vacuum lock doors open in a WHOOSH. "What the hell...?"

As Chris picked a direction, he walked briskly down the street. As paranoia filled his female mind with ideas of time demons eyeing him from the shadows. Just waiting for the right moment to spring out and kill him a second time.

A scream startled him to stop. He saw not rebels, but a horde of monsters tearing a businessman to pieces. They morphed into masked samauris with rifles appearing out of nowhere.

Chris started running as bolts of energy exploded by his feet. He could feel the earth buckle Beneath his feet and obtrude his slow escape. He stumbled, kicked off his shoes and continued In his stocking feet.

"Dumb move, those heels." Chris leapt forward, slid across the hood of a hollowed out hovor car and ducked into the shadows of the nearest building. A pair of arms appeared from behind and grabbed him by his breasts- Christinas breasts. All he could do is let out a quick cry as his descendants body froze up with sensations that were unfamiliar to him.

"Quiet." A young man voice came in a whisper. "There's little time. Wide-eyed Chris stared as the samurai troop marched pass the alley entrance in search of their new target. The foot troops surrounded a duo-cannon tank. "No sign of her anywhere."

"That was too close." The young man released his breath. The man reminded me Chris of his old best friend Joe as he stood dressed in a red T-shirt, black leather jacket, pants and boots. "you trying to get caught?"

Chris couldn't think of an answer as he looked at a futuristic lab with wall to wall computers and transparent hover keyboards. A giant monitor screen formed almost one whole wall and a

Model of the HG Wells time machine sat in the middle of the room.

"What are you talking about?" Chris strode to a chair and sat down cross legged. Even with the heels gone, his stockings pinched his toes and forced him to rub his sore feet.

"Tired feet, pussycat?" The man was so preoccupied with Christina's beauty he didn't hear a word that Chris said. The man got down on one knee, cupped Christina's foot in one hand and rubbed gentle. "Allow me to make them feel better."

"Hmm." Chris responded as a surge of relief flowed through him.

"I don't know why your here." The man starred with sparkling eyes. "The time police should of evacuated you to the city for school."

As the man drew closer, Chris stood up and cross his arms over his breasts- Christina's breasts. It felt A little strange but he was tired of the man looking at his curvaceous body. "So much for friendship."

They watched as a video-screen came to life with the image of rebel leader Mark Driver. He wore a pair of coveralls with a stripe down each side, helmet, brown boots and gloves. "Ahoy over at the time lab. Soto, are you there?"

"Yes sir!" the man in leather answered.

"Cadet Soto, report to the museum immediately." Mark paused when he spotted Christina. "Chris-san, is that you? I thought your guardians in the time police were protecting you?"

Mark took a deep breath. "You're responsible for her, cadet." He ordered. "You've got to get her out of the ruins."

"Come with me and I'm sure that Mark will make things clear." Soto said as a platform lowered the two underground. Chris watched artificial lights switch on and concern looked on his new partner face. "I don't know why I trust you, but I do." Chris said.

Soto hesitated. His eyes moved from Christina's shapely legs to gorgeous face. His eyes looked deeply In Chris' but saw no sign of joking. "What do you mean...trust me?"

Suddenly realizing what he had said he stammered. "Uh, well..." He wondered how he could Explain the face he wasn't the female rebel Soto worked with before. "Who are you?" he demanded.

The two zipped along the moving sidewalk. A roll of lights along the ceiling switched themselves As they passed under them. Chris turned toward to Soto was he pulled out a electronic map of the systems. "This better be good."

"These creatures your fighting have the power to time travel. They saw me as a treat and sent a creature back in time to destroy me."

"Time travel." Repeated Soto surprise. "Our intelligence network has no information on that. If they can time travel their a bigger threat than we thought." He lead them off the sidewalk to a ladder running up the wall.

"I - It can't be!" Chris said nervously

Perspiration appeared on Christina's forehead as Chris came through a trap door and ended up Face to face with the same beast which already killed him before. Soto couldn't believe his own Eyes as he came up behind Christina.

"Gotcha, Jackmarr-san." Snarled Big-Foot.

Chris didn't know what his descendant's body was capable of, but it rose to challenge. He somersaulted to one side, just avoided the swipe of its claw. Chris gathered himself up and kept Big-foot distracted for Soto to get through.

Chris eyed his partner. "Quick!" he began as Soto raised his blaster. "You've got to take him out before He strikes."

Soto interrupted seeing Big-Foot maneuver Chris between the two. "Get out of the way!" Soto Cried. "I can't see him."

The monster pushed Chris and tore the dress. Chris dropped to the ground, but managed to land on the palm of his hands. The demon suddenly flanked him as Chris rolled underneath a display case containing a medieval sword. Standing up through the case with one hand on the hilt and the other on the blade. "you'll never get me, monster!"

"Let Justice Be Done!" He cried as Chris remember the words Clotho used in the afterlife as he watched Christina's clothes melt off his body bombared with energy. A strange transformation began.

When the light died down, Chris was too shock at what he was wearing to realized he was a man

again. He gasped as he stared at the rippling muscles that filled out a circus outfit. "My Halloween costume? How did that happen?"

"American-man!" Soto cried, remembering Chris' image from and old comic book series. He watched as American-man quickly ran toward Big-Foot with his fists glowing. The creature raised his right open palm and poised to block only to have it shattered by the punch. "Nooo!" it cried.

Shaken by American-man's "Power Punch" Big-Foot quickly side-stepped and vanished In a puff of black smoke as American-man went into a flying dragon kick that got only air.

"Holy Moly!" Soto ran up. "How'd you stop his plans here?"

"I .. I don't know." American-man looked puzzled as he suddenly doubled over in pain. Soto watched as he started to glow with a light that filled the room. When the light died down, American-man was gone and Christina Jasckmarr stood in his place. "I should of know..." Chris said.

 

End?

 

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