The Adventures of Hathan Nenderson
Part I
He was a man. He was the man. Every particle of his body screamed out his extreme man hood. Needless to say, this man had many great tales about his masculine feats. This man was named Hathan Nenderson. His body was mostly covered in muscle and he had an approximate knowledge of a great many things. Those in college were beneath him of course. His gorgeous black hair was always perfectly quaffed and framed his gloriously chiseled face as if it were a painting by the most talented of the old masters. His deep, brown eyes were reminiscent of the bark of the most glorious tree as the light hit it through the leaves of the magnificent grove, a grove whose beauty was only second to that of his eyes. His ears were delicately rounded like the crests of beautiful waves crashing upon the white sand beach of the most beautiful tropical island in the glow of a summer sunset.
It was a day like any other when these ears detected a sound that should never be heard: the call of a lady in distress. Hathan, being the most chivalrous of men, immediately sprung to his feet upon the detection of this sound and vowed to do whatever it would take to rescue the damsel, and punish whoever it was that made her cry out in fear. Hathan bolted for the door and onto the street to catch a glimpse of the culprits speeding away in a black vehicle as it spun around a bend in the road. Hathan gave chase with his slim legs pumping and his heart beat pounding in his head. Fortunately, his powerful passion to rescue the damsel gave him super human powers, which enabled him to run faster than any car could drive. He quickly gained ground on the car and caught up to it as it pulled into an abandoned factory. Hathan snuck around to the back of the factory and climbed through an open window, in order to get a jump on the kidnappers. As he stalked through the halls of the factory, Hathan decided it would be fitting to change into something more appropriate for rescuing a damsel from her attackers. He tore off his pants to reveal a pair of slimming, black tights that showed off his calves with gusto. He then ripped off his shirt to reveal a more tightly fitting silk tunic. He was nowfit to rescue the damsel. He came to a door which he knew must lead to the area where the girl was being held as he could hear the men laughing about how much money they would get for her randsom. Hathan acted quickly and kicked his way through the door. The force of his kick sent the door flying off of its hinges and onto the first of the two kidnappers. The other was shocked as his comrade was knocked unconscious and was not aware of Hathan’s round house kick until after it had landed. Hathan breathed deeply as he stood above the two men and then slowly turned to the girl.
The girl was shockingly beautiful. Her flowing golden hair appeared to have captured rays from a golden winter sun inside of them, falling down to the curves of her fore arm. Her light blue eyes were like the sky being reflected in pools of crystal water. The curves of her nose were gentle and soft like the rolling hills of the prairies. Hathan reached out his hand and grasped hers to help her out of her chair while the other slowly rose to brush the hair out of her face. They slowly walked out of the room together as Hathan confirmed that she was ok. Hathan lost himself in her eyes as they walked back to his house and could not pull his eyes off of them as they talked the night away. He finally escaped the trance as the red glow of the rising morning sun hit his face. They walked outside to experience the beautiful sunrise and sat there until the sun had risen to its apex. At this point, the girl leaned in close to Hathan’s ear and softly whispered, “I really enjoyed our time together, I am sure we will become good friends.”
Hathan spun to face her and smiled, “Awesome!” he said, “want to come to my Super Bowl party this Sunday?”
“Sure!” she responded, “that sounds like fun.”
They then gave each other high fives and walked off chatting about arrangements for the party. Hathan felt a great sense of accomplishment about making a new friend.
It was a day like any other when these ears detected a sound that should never be heard: the call of a lady in distress. Hathan, being the most chivalrous of men, immediately sprung to his feet upon the detection of this sound and vowed to do whatever it would take to rescue the damsel, and punish whoever it was that made her cry out in fear. Hathan bolted for the door and onto the street to catch a glimpse of the culprits speeding away in a black vehicle as it spun around a bend in the road. Hathan gave chase with his slim legs pumping and his heart beat pounding in his head. Fortunately, his powerful passion to rescue the damsel gave him super human powers, which enabled him to run faster than any car could drive. He quickly gained ground on the car and caught up to it as it pulled into an abandoned factory. Hathan snuck around to the back of the factory and climbed through an open window, in order to get a jump on the kidnappers. As he stalked through the halls of the factory, Hathan decided it would be fitting to change into something more appropriate for rescuing a damsel from her attackers. He tore off his pants to reveal a pair of slimming, black tights that showed off his calves with gusto. He then ripped off his shirt to reveal a more tightly fitting silk tunic. He was nowfit to rescue the damsel. He came to a door which he knew must lead to the area where the girl was being held as he could hear the men laughing about how much money they would get for her randsom. Hathan acted quickly and kicked his way through the door. The force of his kick sent the door flying off of its hinges and onto the first of the two kidnappers. The other was shocked as his comrade was knocked unconscious and was not aware of Hathan’s round house kick until after it had landed. Hathan breathed deeply as he stood above the two men and then slowly turned to the girl.
The girl was shockingly beautiful. Her flowing golden hair appeared to have captured rays from a golden winter sun inside of them, falling down to the curves of her fore arm. Her light blue eyes were like the sky being reflected in pools of crystal water. The curves of her nose were gentle and soft like the rolling hills of the prairies. Hathan reached out his hand and grasped hers to help her out of her chair while the other slowly rose to brush the hair out of her face. They slowly walked out of the room together as Hathan confirmed that she was ok. Hathan lost himself in her eyes as they walked back to his house and could not pull his eyes off of them as they talked the night away. He finally escaped the trance as the red glow of the rising morning sun hit his face. They walked outside to experience the beautiful sunrise and sat there until the sun had risen to its apex. At this point, the girl leaned in close to Hathan’s ear and softly whispered, “I really enjoyed our time together, I am sure we will become good friends.”
Hathan spun to face her and smiled, “Awesome!” he said, “want to come to my Super Bowl party this Sunday?”
“Sure!” she responded, “that sounds like fun.”
They then gave each other high fives and walked off chatting about arrangements for the party. Hathan felt a great sense of accomplishment about making a new friend.