Chapter X: ADHD

The Power of the Banana is revealed!

Safely behind cover, the guards started to fire. I turned quickly and ran up the wall and grabbed one of the shields from earlier, as an array of bullet holes marked my trail. I pushed off, ripping the shield out of the wall, curling my body to spin, and putting the shield in front of me as I landed. Luckily, the shields were well made. I didn’t have the strength to do anything else. This fortress was far more secure than I had anticipated. I underestimated my enemy and I didn’t know what to do. I pulled myself and my shield into the corner, blocking all shots directed towards me. I needed time to think, to regain some strength. I looked through the window of the shield, and the man was standing completely still, his red hair softly blowing in the wind.

He hadn’t budged an inch. He wore a kind of serene smile, as if this “Banana Power” brought him true bliss and nothing else. Then, I saw him open his eyes. He had three pupils in each green eye, leading in diagonal lines towards his nose. His green hair swirled in the front, almost like a star, and the rest was slicked back. I took note of his disheveled appearance: the left of the collar of his white dress shirt was up, the other side was down. His red tie had been cut vertically in half, with the left side missing completely. I saw that the right sleeve of his shirt was cut off at the shoulder, whilst the other side had been neatly rolled up to his elbow; stranger still, the left side of his shirt was untucked, but the right nicely stowed. I also noticed that his left pant leg was ripped off at his knee, even though the other was perfectly fine. To top it all off, he was barefoot.

Honestly, just looking at him gave me a headache.

Then he spoke to me. His voice was soft and melodic; the voice you’d expect to hear from a therapist. Or a maniacal psychopath. It was really hard to tell with him. “My name is Izzaker, Tom. Ahran’Izzaker, to be precise… Though precision isn’t any fun.

“I hold power over the frailty of the mind. I’m here to-” He was cut short by a bullet grazing his cheek.

“Fire at him! He’s in league with the Gigalist!” The soldier shouted. In an instant, Izzaker materialized in front of the man, sliding his finger down the soldier’s lips.

“Shhh…” whispered Izzaker, “Daddy’s talking.”

The man opened his mouth to protest, but with a snap of Izzaker’s fingers, the man exploded backwards into hundreds of… bananas… I must have been hallucinating from exhaustion. Which brought up another interesting thought… Why did all my energy dissipate when Izzaker showed up in the first place?

All the men immediately stopped shooting and stared in disbelief at the pile of bananas on the ground. Izzaker stooped and picked one up, examining it closely. He smelled it, like a connoisseur of sorts, then peeled it and popped the entire thing into his mouth. Apparently the sight of their comrade being turned into a fruit and then slowly being devoured was too much because every soldier turned and ran from the courtyard, barricading themselves in the fortress. The second they were gone, a booming clap echoed from the direction of the city. Izzaker’s head instantly snapped towards the direction, with his eyes narrowed and blue hair whipping against his forehead.

He turned to me, completely serious, “Watch your back, Tom. You have more enemies than you think.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“What does what mean?” He seemed to have the attention span of a gnat with ADHD.

“That I have more enemies?”

“Who said that?”

“Nevermind.”

“Want a banana?”

“No, I’m good.”

Izzaker got instantly serious again, gazing at me with a fury I thought impossible from a man with pink hair. He pretended to slide up the missing sleeve of his shirt, expossed his already-exposed bicep, “You got something against bananas?”

“No, just not hungry.”

“Oh,” and like that he was gone again. 

“Well then, cya.” Before I could blink, the Banana Man disappeared.

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