The Cash Cow Origin Pt. 1

     In The Cash Cow Casino and Resort, a large crowd formed around one roulette table watching one college dropout.  Little does anybody know, this dropout is the start to a whole new species yet to come.

     “Yah,” some guy says.

     “Hooray,” another says.

     “This guy is full of luck!” one more guy says.

     You're probably confused right now of why this story starts in a Casino, let alone the whole Casino gathered around one singular person, with the crowd yelling and cheering. Well hey, that casino madness over there? It's because of me. 

     The name is Caesar Martinez, and here's a little introduction to my story. For starters, I’m a dropout from college. I mean I did attend The University of San Francisco for three-and-a-half years. You’re probably confused. Right? You're like wait, hold up. You attended almost four years of a college education? Not just any college, but the prestigious Jesuit University of San Francisco?  You’re probably asking, why didn’t you just finish the four years of college? Well, my answer to you, Mr. I have a million questions, is this: What would you do if God gave you a ticket to heaven? Would you just quit life on this planet? Basically, what I’m saying is I found a business opportunity that makes me rich. The point of going to college is to be successful, not rich. Unlike others, I actually want to be rich. What do most students do after college?  Well if you don’t know they use their meaningless degrees to get a job. That ain’t me! I ain’t gonna work to be the slave of another man. I work for myself, I’m an entrepreneur, as I like to call myself. I make all the money in these casinos.  I happen to have a favorite casino by the way, and it’s called the Cash Cow. I just like the name of it, and their logo of an animated cow barfing up gold coins. (I bought a dry fit t-shirt from their gift shop. I even saw these cow masks that cover your face.  I thought it looked cool so I just bought it)

     That’s enough of my story for right now, back to the roulette table. I’m on my second win in a row, and I can already see the security guards ready to kick me out before I bankrupt the casino. I’m on my third and… yup my last roll by the look of the security guards about to close in on me. I’m going all in, betting all I have. I mean what's that famous saying, “Go Big or Go Home?” Another question your lame soul probably has is, “What’s all I have, and how much money have I won?” I brought $50k here, and each time I won, the money would double, so let’s say around (The dice has now left my finger)… Let's put it this way, I’m about to make… if it would just stick… “YES BABY! BLACK! KA CHING!!!”

     Back to the question I have now won $1.35 million! Who said, “Money doesn’t come easy?” So to the nerd who said that, I’ll be the first to tell you. YOU ARE WRONG!!! 

     (Caesar is home now and opens the door, and is greeted by his Mom) 

With a raspy voice, Mom says, “Hey son, how'd work go?”

     “It was okay I guess, I’m still trying to get used to it.”

     Mom says “Just keep at it; I know you got it. I made some fettuccine, go get yourself a plate, my lil’ genius.”

     Long story short, that piece of dialogue right there is a lie. Let me explain, for you confused souls out there. My Mom has no idea I dropped out, and she actually thinks I graduated because I told her I did. The day before my “graduation” we talked on the phone. She told me she was sorry she could not make it, because as luck would have it, her plane got delayed from everyone traveling.  

     Before I traveled back home, I had to think of something to give my mom so she believed I graduated.  So what I did is, I created my own college diploma, and had to forge some signatures for that. Then my next step was to create a couple of pics of me at graduation. So all I did was photoshop my face into a couple pictures, and it was smooth sailing from there.  When I came back home my mom was so proud of my false accomplishment. I had to put on a smile and act like I did something, but inside I felt guilt, shame, and the despicableness of my actions. The worst part was I had to lie even more to her face.  I had to say I was getting a paid internship at some tech business. I had to convince her I was making use of my fake diploma. I had to pretend to be a contributing member of society! I hated this! Lying to the one person who cares the most for me. She's done everything for me, and I stand at her feet with these deceitful tales of success. Shameful!

    So next time you hear my Mom say, “Hey son, how’d work go?” you will know exactly why she would say that. I hate lying to my mom. But do I have a choice? I’m in Las Vegas gambling, and that's my work.  That’s my source of income.  No mother would want to go to her favorite nail salon, and be boasting about how her, “amazing son gambles for work.”  That’s just creating more gossip for all the ladies in the salon. See where I’m coming from? Plus unlike everyone else, when I go to a casino, I win!  No matter the slot machine, and no matter the game. Because a higher power, let’s just say, gave me an upper hand.

     “Son, come here, look at this on the TV!” Mom screams.

     “Coming,” I replied.

     “Look what happened today on the news” she tells me.

     “What is that,” I say.

     News Reporter: “Breaking News! A burglar has just stolen 1 million dollars from Metropolitan Bank 30 minutes ago.  Surveillance cameras show what looks to be a giant bat, going through the bank doors, as if it was human. Once inside the bank, he walked through casually to the bank vault. Nobody dared to stand in this bat’s way. All the civilians and employees hid, or fled the bank all together. The bat then proceeded to spit a substance onto the vault. It appears to be some type of acid. The substance then proceeded to melt the vaulted door. This allows the bat to walk in, and out with the money. Scientists are left astonished at what to think of the incident.

     Right now I am here with Dr. Trencher, who is a chiropterologist. Which means he’s an expert in the study of bats. I’ll bring it to him now.”

     “This is nothing like I have ever seen, this is a truly extraordinary sight for the few chiropterologists of the world. This seems to be much bigger than the average golden-capped fruit bat, which reaches a max wingspan of 5 ½ feet long.  This creature we see can be the next breed of bats. It seems to have a higher intellect than most bats. We can even see human features on this bat… ahh truly extraordinary. Because of its features and intellect this creature needs to be studied and examined. The research we can conduct on this bat, can lead to life changing medicine for the human race.”

     “Thank you Dr. Trencher, coming back to you Cal for our weather report.”

     “That’s disgusting,” said Caesar's Mom.

     "How does this big ahh buffoon looking like Man-Bat over here walk all around Las Vegas without anyone knowing!  That’s crazy Momma. I have to go,” I said. 

     All I could think of at that moment was that if I caught that beast and turned it in, with the money he stole. I would be the most praised person of the 21st century, and earn a big cash reward! I would be on Captain America’s level, but I would be real, not just a comic book character. I wonder what I could get for that beast?! 

     I ran quickly to my room, taking off the tuxedo I wore to the casino. I took out the first shirt and pants in my closet.  I put on a dry-fit shirt, which I got from the Cash Cow Casino and Resort, then got a pair of nice tan khaki pants. I put my cow buckle on my belt, and put the belt on. Then I put on three silver pant chains, and you already know every outfit looks good with a pair of Jordans. So I grabbed my Jordan Bred 11’s, then headed out the door. But I’m human after all, and realized if I was going to catch this beast, I would need a mask, and gloves. I would need them if things go south, everyone knows all good SuperHeroes cover up their identity. So I ran back in, and dashed into my room. Then I saw my cow mask on the dresser. I grabbed it, put it on. Went to the kitchen, grabbed some black gloves, and then I was off.

     I just started driving wherever. I had no clue where to go. I guess I just thought I would be able to see him right away flying. I really don’t know what I was thinking. After two hours of driving around Las Vegas, at night, I was obviously tired and hungry. So I pulled up to a McDonald's. The plan was to get some food and find a place to camp out and sleep. But as luck was on my side, I mean what can I say, luck is always on my side; I'm a gambler! (Caesar smiles and winks). I see out of the corner of my eye the beast swooping down into the McDonald’s. He just walks in the front door. I ran inside after him. The only people inside were me, him, and the McDonald's employees. By the time I get inside I see him at the register with his back turned to me. I saw this amazing thing. This disgusting bat beast was ordering a meal. He was speaking English and communicating perfectly to the lady behind the counter. The lady could perfectly understand him too, and took his order. After the monster paid, he turned my way to go find a booth and sit down. When he turned I saw a clear shot of his face, and physical features. He was mad, disgusting, and definitely hideous by the way, (and for the record I would never show my children to that terrifying creature). Honestly though he looked somewhat human. It looked almost as if he was human, but just added on the physical features of a bat. In my opinion he’s just a ripped off version of Man-Bat from the D.C. Comics.  

     Honestly, I have no plan on how I’m going to capture this disgusting thing. After some hesitation I just went up to him, and asked this simple question: “Hi mister, will you be so willing as to come into my car so that I can kidnap you?” Simple question right? Yes or No. He gives me a look then…

     “RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR,” he screeched.

SSSSWWWWWOOOOOOOOPPPP-BBBLLLAAAAAAMM. The beast swoops up in the air. Then he comes down on me, with this perfect tackling form crashing down on my hips and throwing me against the wall on the other side. 

     “Oh my gosh!  Well you're a feisty one!” As I say that, I am still against the wall. I boop his nose. “Now it’s my turn, baby boy!”

     I then proceed to lift up my hands, raising a table, then immediately pull my hands back, letting the table crash down on the beast. The beast then falls, and gives a loud, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” in pain.  

     Okay let’s PAUSE, and take a second to think about what I just did. Let’s get this straight, I have super powers. I can control and shape or force matter.

Theoretically, I could manipulate the beast’s body, because all living things are made up of matter and take up space. That would be convenient, wouldn't it?  I would do that and control him right now, if only I knew how. The thing is, I have never tried controlling a living creature, and if for any reason I lose control because of inexperience, I have no idea what could happen. The beast could oblivionize into tiny little pieces, or turn into something worse. If that happens, it will defeat the purpose of why I came to capture him, because my entire plan is to turn him in. I also have one more power up my sleeve, and that is the power of the third eye. At any given time I can call onto my third eye, which is perfectly invisible to the naked eye, and order it to spy on anything and anyone I want. Does it make sense now why I spend my living at the casino? I’m guaranteed to win every time, whether it may be poker, slot machines, or roulette. I can manipulate the dice, all the cards, and the slot machines to land on the right symbols every time. For extra precaution I call on my third eye to spy on everybody at the poker table, and use it to spot every single Security Guard so I have a fair warning of when I’m about to be escorted out.  

     The sensible question you may have now is, how did you get your super powers? My simple answer is, I don’t know! I just woke up one day in my college dorm with the worst hangover I had ever had. I couldn’t even remember anything two weeks prior. I think I just had some very bad food those 2 weeks, and I felt horrible. When I raised my hands to push myself out of bed, things just started to move all around me. I could feel myself controlling all these objects made full of matter. After that I just decided to take the day off,  and stay in my room. I was freaking out, petrified, scared, and had no idea of what to do. I thought my life was over that very second. I couldn’t control my powers to the extent I do now.  I started playing around with my newly discovered power. I was teaching myself new motor skills and everything. Around two hours later the weirdest thing happened. I felt something inside the back of my head trying to pop out. I could feel it completely detaching slowly from my head.  A good image to describe what it looks like outside of my head would be like when you feel water balloons. You put the hose in the nozzle, and the water flows inside the balloons.  As the water flows the balloons grow, and finally grow to a point where they detach. It was like that, or that's just the way I felt it at the back of my head. Any guesses as to what that may be? Well it was the third eye forming and coming out to see light for the first time. Instead of the water balloon falling inside a bucket, the eye floated. I gained an entirely new sense of vision. I had to spend time developing new motor skills, such as where to move my eye, and how to move and control it. How to sense it, and command it to close and open its eyelids was a challenge. So for the rest of the semesters in college, I worked on my new capabilities. This hence, is why yours truly is so good at gambling. The reason why I never exposed myself is because I’m a freak now, and I can do freakishly awesome things. Once I had some understanding of my powers, I tried to show it to my peers to impress them. They all were scared, and they called me a freak, a demon. The list varies. I wasn't accepted anymore, because like I said I had an “understanding” of my power. The key word is understanding, not mastery. So there would be times where I lost control of my powers, and I made buildings shake, chairs flop around, and light switches flicker on and off because I tampered with the wires. No one knew it was me, because how could you know? I was learning like everyone else. But, I knew that it was me, and that’s all that mattered. So I quit. I spent my time learning and developing my powers so I could make some money. By the time I had to come home to mom, I had developed my skills well enough to go to the casino and make some real cash. Most importantly I was able to hide my power, and not be seen as a freak.

     Ok so now that you know the truth, UN-PAUSE, let’s get back to this fight.