Those Who Go Unremembered
by Shining Guy
Michael Iranor gazed at his opponent, and fought a losing battle with the
hysteria welling up inside him. The creature returned his stare and made a
strange buzzing sound, which seemed strangely hypnotic. He caught himself
falling asleep, and shook his head dazedly.
The entire situation was ridiculous, Mother Brain should never have
allowed any of these creatures to exist, let alone attack him. Even if she
had somehow missed this creature in the massive Motavian forests, there were
always at least four Poleziax on the well-worn road between his small house,
and the bustling city of Paseo. There were never any Palmans attacked, it
just didn't happen!
For all that, he did pause to consider for another moment, it had been a
bout of extreme luck he had brought his walking staff with him today. It
might not have been the laser he was wishing for, but it was certainly better
than nothing. Thinking of the staff returned his thoughts to the strange
creature in front of him. The thing's wings buzzed rapidly, and it bobbed and
weaved following strange patterns in the air.
The beast could best be described as an enormous insect, with a menacing
tube-like appendage emanating from the area just below its eyes. The bulbous
head of the creature attached to the body by a long, elastic neck, which was
in turn connected to the fat abdomen. It was colored unnaturally, being a
light purple and teal blue. Its red eyes seemed to stare with more than a
hint of malice, though that might have been Michael's imagination. In later
times, it would come to be known as a Stinger.
He considered this creature to be exceedingly evil, and (mistakenly)
labeled it, as all that was evil in Algo. He wondered if the agents knew of
this creature's very existence. It seemed unlikely that such a thing would be
allowed to exist.
Unexpectedly, the stinger lunged for him, extending its neck and attacked
him seemingly without moving. Only reflexes he did not know he possessed
saved him. He leapt to his right, and brought his staff up in what he hoped
was a convincing defensive posture. He whirled the staff end-over-end, as he
had been wont to do during his free time (much to his friends' anxiety, and
more than once his own chagrin).
The stinger lunged at him again, and this time he sidestepped and dealt a
blow to its head with the staff. It buzzed in pain, and flew back several
meters. The stinger continued to stare at him, assessing this change of
situations. It bobbed its head a few more times, feigning attack, and each
time the staff whistled down where the stinger's head would have been. It
paused for another moment and then charged directly at Michael, moving its
entirely body hurtling. Michael evaded again, diving to the side, but
proceeded to drop his staff in the process. The solid metal cylinder fell to
the ground with a clank, and rolled away from him.
Michael's first thought upon impact with the ground, was of his own
ineptitude. His second, was of the injustice Mother Brain was doing him.
However, his third was much more pressing, and in fact, wouldn't have occurred
to him at all except for the fact that he was still alive. That thought was,
the beast had flown away.
Not wishing to tempt fate, he dove for his staff, and came up clutching it
to his chest. From a crouching position, he scanned the road for signs of
anything moving. He thought of chasing after the creature, but quashed that
thought beneath mountains of desire for his continued survival. Instead, he
broke out in a sprint for his house, which he reached a mere eleven minutes
He burst through the front door, with every intention of hugging his wife,
to prove to himself that he was still alive.
Instead, the sight that greeted him was more grotesque then any nightmare
he had ever dared believe possible. On the floor, his wife lay, paler than he
had ever seen her before. He saw a large hole in her shoulder, and where
blood should have been flowing, not even a trickle escaped her flesh.
Michael ran to her, and shook her violently. Her head flopped, and her
long golden tresses flew in front of her face, but she did not move. He
clasped her body to him, and began to cry into her shoulder. He remembered
all of the good times they had spent together, and all of the little arguments
they always used to have. Now she was gone, and Mota was a colder place for
A loud buzzing sound greeted Michael's ears as he lay his wife down on the
floor again, and he snapped his head up. A creature identical to the one he
had fought earlier emerged from the kitchen, though this one looked much
larger, and had a slightly reddish hue about its abdomen. At first he gazed
at it wonderingly, and it him. Then realization overwhelmed him, and his face
contorted with rage.
Michael reacted with ferocity completely unknown to him. He grabbed his
staff, and jumped at the stinger, screaming a wordless battle cry as he did.
The stinger seemed to be more confused than anything, and hesitated before
lunging forward with its head. The delay put the attack off-target, and it
missed entirely. The same was not true of Michael's staff, which impacted
with one of the stinger's wings. The force with which he hit the wing, and
the rapidity with which it was moving, ripped the wing apart.
However, it also wrenched the staff from Michael's hand, and threw him
back several paces. The stinger fell on the ground, and feebly tried to lift
itself with its remaining wings. It managed to get off the floor, but could
barely maintain a height of three feet. It lunged at Michael again, and this
time hit him in the left arm. He dragged his wounded appendage off of the
tube, but not before he felt a sudden weakness flow through him. The
stinger's venom went to work with amazing speed.
Michael gasped for breath, as he stared facing his opponent. This thing
had attacked him on the road (he had no proof it was the same stinger, but it
would not have mattered), this thing had poisoned him, and THIS THING had
killed Marie! His eyes glazed over with rage, and he moved his arms in a
manner he had seen only once before. He said strange words he could only
remember hearing once. Then he thrust out his right arm, palm flat and facing
the ground, and shouted
"A L'aeril Moriandain GiFoi!"
A searing column of flame burst forth from his fingers, and struck the
stinger. The creature writhed in agony, and eventually the fire burned a hole
through its neck. The hole widened, until the head fell from the rest of the
body, and crashed to the ground seconds before the body followed suit.
Michael Iranor remained in that position for several minutes, not knowing
he did so. Eventually, he blinked several times, and lowered his arm. He
gazed around the house, and seemed to notice for the first time that many of
his treasured possessions were aflame. He did not bother to extinguish them.
Instead, he strode towards the stinger's body, and retrieved his staff. He
then began to beat the creature again and again. Tears were welling up in his
eyes, when he suddenly heard the fire alarm sound. He turned, and realized
that the building might well burn down if something was not about the fire
quickly. He was just about to start towards an area covered by the sprinkler
system, when several robots broke down the door with their strong metallic
arms. Darkness overwhelmed Michael as a Poleziax reached out to grab his
Michael awoke in a hospital, a quick glance at the sign above his door
told him he was in Paseo. He felt drained, and could barely muster the
strength to lift his head. Doing so caused an overwhelming dizziness to come
over him, and he passed out again. When he again regained consciousness,
there was an old doctor standing over him.
"Ahh," he said, "You're finally awake! You have been asleep for quite
some time now!"
Michael blinked several times, before replying "How long has it been since
I was attacked?"
Now the Doctor looked surprised. "Attacked? Why my dear boy, have you
hit your head as well? You were in a fire! We treated you for smoke
inhalation, and nothing else." Michael's eyes widened.
"But I encountered a giant insect, and it had killed-" he stopped in
mid-sentence. "Oh doctor!" He pleaded, "How is my wife? Were you able to
The doctor looked at him severely, before answering, "The robots found
your wife's remains on the floor of your house. She was burned to ashes,
along with the rest of your house. I am truly amazed that you were not burned
by the blaze. Now if you will excuse me, I have other patients that require
my attention, your account has been billed, good day."
Michael stared at the doctor's retreating form, and then remembered
something seemingly insignificant. The reason all doctors seemed so similar
was that they were in fact, all androids with human-like faces stretched over
their "heads." It was supposed to promote trust in patients.
He dismissed the thought as insignificant the moment it came, though later
he would come to regret doing so. Mother Brain's campaign of deception was
just beginning, and concealing the existence of bio-monsters was key to its
Nobody ever remembers those who defend what is theirs alone, and fail.
Nobody ever sings the praises of those who overcome the shadow, but seem to
herald the beginning of the darkness. Very few even remember Michael Iranor
even existed, and fewer still remember what he has done. He is one of the
many unsung heroes of the Great Collapse, who are now long forgotten. He is
one of the multitudes, who fought to protect the universe from evil, and whose
exploits go unremembered.