Die, or I'll kill you

7-11. 6 in the morning. The day America lost. Buying a pack of Crystal Pepsi, the smell of Windex and shoe polish filled the air. I hear a drunken man yelling, LOUIS!!! Come back to me! I didn't mean to kill Jimmy! It was Superman; wearing an 80s fishnet shirt with his gut hanging out like an enchanted waterfall, and carrying a 9mm pistol. He grabbed 9 issues of Cosmo and a tray full of penny's while the 2 clerks were distracted by a conversation about Star Wars.

Superman rushed towards the exit and tripped over a sunglasses rack. Captain America was there. The usual 6am activity, trying on fabulous star shaped sunglasses while staring at himself in the shade rack's mirror until Superman drunkenly trips over it. Mad as hell, Captain America dashed to Superman. Trying to stop Sups, Captain America is quickly shot in the shoulder. Death came quick for the Captain since that's where is life support system was. A price he paid from the Macy's 90% off Sale of 199X.

Superman ran off into the green fog and got hit by a parked car. I never saw him again. Captain America's body turned to flower peddles and flew away gracefully. The cops took me in and I was framed for the murder. The cops refused to believe Superman was the killer. Maybe I was to blame. I didn't do anything to stop Superman. I was the killer. Why should I be the only one to suffer. If I'm going to death row, might as well drag down Superman with me, and one day, I will avenge Captain America.