Wherein Hot rod dies. (SPOILERS!)

For those who are just tuning in, this is a story I wrote when ten years old. As a result, the writing is... bad. Hilariously bad. Let's read!

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Hot rod IV
The death of Hot rod He was killed by his sled, which was made of people and was owned by his father.


The dream The title.

I dreamt that all color went negative. An interesting note: When I was really young, especially during the single-digits range, I loved the negative color filter, when it was used in making home videos. Rarely used, obviously, but that made it more of a treat when it did happen. I get the feeling that had a part, if subtle, in the decision to include negative color here. I said “Weird, what hit this place?” I looked around and everything else was normal. I was worried. Then, everything faded away. Interestingly, the random negative color and then everything disappearing in a nonsensical way actually makes this dream more realistic than most dreams in fiction. A voice said “One person in this town shall die a very painful death.” GEE, I WONDER WHO IT COULD POSSIBLY BE. For that matter, didn’t three people in this town die a very painful death yesterday? I yelled “Who said that? Who are you?” I looked around and found out who said that. It was the old man who put me in the right direction. However, it was very strange that he was there. The man’s dead. The good man is dead. Who killed the good man? The old man said as he faded from sight “The wizard will strike again. Watch for the wizard.” I woke up and found out that no one would be killed by the wizard. What? I would be soon to be corrected.


Vampire man

Another day, another dork. That’s the curse I had. And guess who attempted to kill me. “Vampire man.” There are sillier super concepts. He came to me wearing a bed cover cape, vampire teeth made of plastic, and a dorky face on his head. Still more dignified than The Toilenator. It’s like he wanted to die. He grabbed my sword off the ground. Big mistake because the sword had a little electric security system. Shouldn’t the sword, then, be able to shock people in other times, as well? Like, when Hot Rod hits someone with it? He died and I didn’t have to do anything.


The ambush

I was thinking about what an idiot he was. He comes up with the worst equipment and doesn’t expect to die. The thing that amazed me was the way he was killed. Who would’ve guessed? An electric sword. I felt an electric shock too strong to handle. I knew it was the wizard. Of course! It HAS to be! Because, uh… because… uh… flatulence? Like, seriously, my first thought would be that it was caused by the electric sword you were talking about literally two sentences ago. My dream meant I would die. I was dying. My sword disappeared. Everything blacked out. I saw the old man again. He said “You were the victim of the evil wizard.” Thank you, wise mentor. That is very helpful. For that matter, why is the wizard so prone to striking from the shadows now, when he was so honorable before? I was in shock Hyuk hyuk hyuk… as he faded away. I slowly died.