In Depth With Silver Samurai

 

            “Umm… excuse me, can I have a word with you?” A feisty young reporter asked as he rushed up to Silver Samurai, as he exited from the White House.

            “Sure, what is it?” Silver Samurai asked politely.

            “I like to do an interview with you. I pay you good money of course,” The reported proclaimed with a bright smile.

            Silver Samurai paused to think for a minute, “What day do you want me?”

            The reporter’s mouth almost dropped before finally recovering, “Tomorrow will be fine. And of course we pay you…”

            “No need to pay me, I be there tomorrow, see you then.”

            Silver Samurai left as the happy reporter rushed back to the office to report that he got this biggest hero to date to agree to an interview.

 

            The next morning Silver Samurai arrived bright and earlier for his interview, after makeup, which Silver Samurai protested to, they sat his down in a not so comfortable chair, in front on two cameras. After a thirty minute wait the reporter finally appeared to sit in his chair. Another two hours went by they were finally ready to begin taping.

            “Welcome this is the April 15, 2010 edition of In Depth,” The reporter said with enthusiasm when he got his cue. “Today we have the pleasure of interviewing one of the biggest stars of today. Fresh from saving our country yesterday during a live Press conference, my hero, and I’m sure yours, Silver Samurai.”

            Silver Samurai managed to give the best smile possibly, considering he had been put through of over three hours of boredom, the smile wasn’t that bright.

            “First off why don’t you tell us where you are from?”

            “Well I was born January 30, 1981 in San Diego, California.”

            “That makes you 29 correct?”

            “Correct.”

            “Tell us about your parents.”

            “My dad was killed about two years ago,” Silver Samurai frowned.

            “And your mom?”

            “Lets just say we have our differences,” Silver Samurai stated with angry in his voice.

            “Any siblings?”

            “My brother, Brian, also fights crime under the name of Forgotten One.”

            “How did he come up with that name?”

            “At on point in time my brother was convinced he lived only in my shadows, so he started calling himself The Forgotten One. He now realizes he is just as much in the spotlight as I am, but for old times sakes he has never changed his name.”

            “Do you have a family right now?”

            “I have a wife, Rosa, and two kids.”

            “How old are the younguns?”

             “Nine-teen.”

            “Nine-teen?”

            “Yes our sons grew up unimaginably fast. I think it is because they are so gifted in magic. Never the less we consider the two are little angels, even if they are all grown up now.”

            “Speaking of which, where did you get your fire magic from?”

            “From my dad, the talented Spell Master.”

            “Who killed your father?”

            “If you don’t mind I prefer not to talk about such a sensitive matter.”

            “I’m sorry.”

            “It’s ok.”

            “Do you have any arch enemies?”

            Silver Samurai laughed.

            “I’m sorry did I tell a joke?” The reporter asked confused.

            “Sorry it is just so funny how many people want me dead, people ranging from my ex wife to my own mother. But I would have to say my two biggest enemies would be my former child hood friend, Bomb Squad, and my evil clone New Samurai.”

            “Tell us about them.”

            “Well New Samurai, I’m sure everyone know after attacking the president yesterday.”

            “Yes it’s a good thing you came to save the day.”

            “What can I say right place, right time. As for what the people might not know, New Samurai is the head of the biggest gathering of… well basically scum in my opinion. He calls his organization F.W.L. or Future World Leaders.”

            “And as for Bomb Squad?”

            “Bomb Squad is the lord of the Underworld, and there forth controls a legion of undead warriors.”

            “And both Bomb Squad and New Samurai want you dead?”

            “As well as each other.”

            “Explain?”

            “F.W.L. and Bomb Squad’s group, Underworld Team both want to rule this planet. But both New Samurai and Bomb Squad are control freaks, and refuse to share power of this planet. As a result not only does F.W.L. and Underworld team spend their time trying to kill me, but each other.”

            “That’s quite interesting.”

            “Lets hope your viewers think the same thing. I hate to think I caused your rating to go down the drain,” Silver Samurai managed a smile.

            “I’m sure everyone enjoyed your story just as much as I did. Thank you for…” a rumbling behind the camera, followed by a loud crash, cut off the reporter. “What was that?”

            “Where’s Silver Samurai?” an angry voice asked from behind the camera.

            “I’m right here,” Silver Samurai said as he stood up.

            “YOU!” The camera panned back to reveal the face of a troubled man, in his left hand a very sharp, and very deadly sword that was press up against the neck of an innocent bystander. “I have looked all over for you.”

 

To be continued…