SIR TALCOTT

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The Mighty Theodore Walcott Talcott

(Most known as Sir Talcott)

It was a cold, rainy and gloomy night in Belfast. In a dark corner of two silent streets, a girl goes home after a boring party at a pub downtown. But she isn't alone at all… When she crosses the avenue in front of her house, Peggy hears a disturbing noise. She gets nervous and starts running, but it's late. A man on a black horse stops her. He wears an Arabic-type hat, an Indian tunic and a West American boot.

"Oh, my Gosh, what a crazy looking man! Maybe he would be a priest or something like this? Very scaring…" thinks her.

- Hey baby (says him). Would you like to come with me to my place? I'm feeling so lonely today…And you look really nice!

- Are you fucking crazy? I didn't even see you anywhere! Go look after some whores, you fucking bastard!

- Shut up, girl. I'm sure enjoying you tonight, I swear!

- No! Go away! Let me go!

- (Laughing). Don't resist! I will force you if needs! (Pulls her)

His name is Marck Almer and is Irish. He's a obsessed, maniac and coward man who rapes and kills kids, women and even men. Almer is supposed to be in jail, but since he left his country, the police of Dublin didn't find him. When he was trying to grab Peggy, a hard voice with a strong British accent stops him. Who did this is a man wearing a dark suit and hidden in shadow.

- Let her go. Now!

- Who are you who dare disturbing my fun?

- (Laughing).

- Answer me! Come on!

- I'm happy you asked this. Even you, a conceited, wretched, disgusting, coward and clumsy man deserves to know who I am. (Pulls a knife from pocket).

- And who you are? (Screaming)

- I'm a blessed and challenger soul who punishes every dirty villain like you. By the way, I'm a gentleman: very honest, elegant and serious! And also handsome! My name is Theodore Walcott Talcott, the perfect murder catcher!

- Oh, my! So you are the legendary Sir Talcott from Scotland Yard!

- You're almost correct…I'm not from Scotland Yard, but from Copacabana-land Yard, a famous and mighty Brazilian organization!

- Copacabana-land Yard? I never heard about it…

- It doesn't matter at all! Your criminal days are gone! Why don't you free this woman and try to get a piece of me? You must get guts by threatening a poor girl under my eyes!

- Oh, do you want to play, Sir Talcott? I'm going on!

He is our beloved hero. Theodore Walcott Talcott was born in Rio de Janeiro, in February 1981. He is the grandnephew of Oscar Cox, a great forward football (soccer is just for the Great Satan!) player of Fluminense F.C.. But nobody knows why, Sir Talcott loves C.R. Flamengo. When he reached 13 years old, he went to England with his parents. Originally destinated to study and then fly back to South America, a terrible fate encountered him. His parents were murdered by extremists of IRA – Irish Republican Army. The father, Carl Talcott, English from Manchester, created the Copacabana-land Yard – the most important police and detectives' organization of Latin America. The mother, Lisa Trudy Talcott, was a cop of it. They were killed during an investigation about IRA's fields of action. The little Theodore, aghast, sweared revenge against the out-of-law all around!

(After a quick knifed-fighting)

- Haven't you had enough, Mr. Almer? So I give you two ways to go: jail or death! You'll be fine as the sissy-one of that! That happens when you're a raper, man!

- Oh, not that! Kill me, Sir Talcott! Please! Do it, you fucking bastard!

- At least you know what you deserve! But do you want to know? I consider jail a most appropriated punishment to you…

- Nooooo!!!!!!!

- Shut up! It's done. Some officials of Scotland Yard, the second-in-comand of Copacabana-land Yard, are already coming! And you'll feel very sorry for your sins, guy!

(After the cops catch him):

- Hey girl! How are you? Are you all right, darling?

- Yeah, just quite feared…

- You'll be fine. You are supposed to go home, take a shower and relax… I can take you by car! Where do you live?

- It's just two blocks in front of here…But thank you so much, Mr. Talcott! I really appreciated your performance! Or I'm supposed to say "Sir Talcott"?

- No, honey. It's just Talcott for you… Call me always when you need, baby!

(Shamed) – Uh… that's ok…bye!

While the girl got way back to home, Sir Talcott just observed her to grant a safe return. When she turned head back to find him, the hero was already vanished into darkness. What would be that awesome man?