2. While You Were Sleeping

Notes:

So I wrote this in the middle of the night and edited it later. The idea was to have him speaking to the children with music in the background, but I didn't feel lyrics would touch on what I wanted to say because the moment really is the only part in the entire story where Guy Baddington shows any kind of tenderness as himself, rather than as his alter ego, Papa Alphonse, which he's created to take care of the children. 

Note to Jesse: Piano. Don't care what else the fucking song has, so long as it has a piano in the background and symbols on the drums.

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Science begins with a spark, ends with a release. Heralded by mechanics, the draw of the hammer, clicking as springs set, once, twice, the point of the hand, the follow through as the wrist aligns with the barrel, and the caress of the trigger. It's all too easy. The springs unlock, the hammer falls, and there you have science. It sets off the primer, ignites the powder, mounts the pressure behind the bullet and sends it down range in a cloud of burning chemicals, and it doesn't stop there. Physics are involved. Physics and biology. The skin parts, the bone gives way to the force, and it's on to the soft tissue. It expands as immense kinetic energy bleeds off into it, forcing it apart, drilling a channel through it, tearing it to shreds. The neurons don't even fire. The brain doesn't even know it's been bisected and then smashed against the walls which cradle it. And then thats it. It's done. A second has passed and in that second, a human life has been snuffed out with no great ceremony, save for the one unseen. Eons of biology, centuries of mechanics, decades of chemical research, all leading up to a mere second, rendering all of it moot. The big bang indeed.

But now I have you. The three of you, so innocent. I apologise now, for it's my intent to rob you of the very thing which I marvel at now as you sleep, though there was no question as to whether I'm the villain, was there? In return, I leave you the world and all the affection that I cannot give you. For you shall be loved by millions in place of me, and yet, I know already, it will never do.

I set you up for failure as I set you up for glory. C'est la vie.

1. It's Boring At The Top

Notes:

Monologue on the triumphant rise to power and the defeat of the worlds super heroes one by one, end with being elected to world power unopposed, due to everyone else unfortunately being dead at the time.

---------------------Working lyrics for the song/structure

INTRO:

My plans have been realized

My flags have all unfurrled

For now I sit in the oval office

I'm the president of the WORLD!

With no one to stop me, I'm at the top of my game,

but good god damn, it's really bloody lame!

It's incredibly horribly dubiously terribly 

utterly tragially completely frustratingly 

infuriatingly grandiosely

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY boring at the top.

Captain Hero's pants came down 

in front of the whole world

Off he went back to his planet 

like a little girl.

To all who saw to their surprise

exposed along with his buttocks

was the secret he kept in his trousers

AN EXTRA PAIR OF SOCKS!

CHORUS:

I've done my time at the bottom 

and hatched my evil schemes

I've built and toiled and created

some sinister 4/chan/ memes.

I've dismantled each hero for everyone to see

and in the end, all that stands is me, it's me, see? ME!

And the great detective could not solve

the riddle I left for him.

Clearly not a morning person

and for a smart guy he's kind of dim.

Clip red or blue? What should I do?

Oh his expression I wish I could SEE!

Who'd have thought to look for a bomb

during your morning pee?

CHORUS

But of those whom I've defeated, (whose powers I've depleted)

not all met an untimely demise--

That motley crew that team of men

claws, ice, fire and laser eyes?

For them it was sweeter my victory teetered

on finances! Money, OH YES!

It would appear their biggest fear

Was not me, but the IRS!

CHORUS

And those four others, stretch-husband, rock man and brother

and that pretty invisible bird

none would have guessed that her hubby did dress

in her panties and high heels, oh, how absurd!

But what set the bar higher was not his attire

it was that one night from work she returned

And all three were in bed! What could have been said? 

All those silk sheets, they'd have to be burned.

BRIDGE:

What good is being a villain

When there're no more heroes to slay?

Not one measly cape or cowl

to kill and start my day?

What use is there to waking up

when my glory days have passed?

All I want to do is kick some bloody hero ass!

CHORUS

OUTRO:

What the hell is there for me now?

I've noone to shunt my nefarious plot.

My teslumbrella lies unused

along with my killer robot.

There has to be something, come on, man, think!

You're a mad scientist with time to waste!

If only I could create more heroes..

That's it! Ready the lab! MAKE HASTE!

I'll find some orphans young and spry

And raise them under my watchful eye

I'll bring them up to take me down

Oh heavens, no wonder they've given me the crown!

I'm a genius! I'm brilliant, through and through!

I'll do what no villain ever thought to do!

I'll raise those kids, and me they'll stop!

BECAUSE, GOD DAMN..

It's boring at the top!