Wizard of Oz part 2- Original fic by MISTER BIG T

I know it's Tin man, not Steel man, Iron Man, nor Metallic man but they sound better than Tin.

Dorothy suddenly felt something moist hit against her cheeks. She painfully opened her eyes and saw someone throw another rotten egg and a tomato at her. She was in middle of a marketplace where she was being taunted.

"In the name of Oz stop!" yelled the mayor as he ran up at Dorothy and continued, "My God I'm sorry about all this miss. We have had dark times and the people are really stressed," he gagged as he loosened her ropes.

He gave a murdering look at few peasants and they knew that tomorrow, they'd be hanging from a tree.

"I.... I want to go home..." she quietly whimpered.

It's not like her home would be any better either but at least there she knew who to avoid and who to trust.

"Oh but you aren't from around here, are you? Your clothes...Your accent... I'm sorry my dear but I can't help you. But I know someone who can,” he replied as he loosened the final piece of the rope.

"Who?" she asked as she felt her wrist that hurt from the ropes.

"Oz," he replied in an almost trance like state.

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The words echoed in Dorothy’s mind as she walked away from the city.

"Follow the yellow road," she had been told.

The road was indeed yellow. Bright, vomit inducing yellow.

Unknown to her, the Mayor spoke to a crystal ball as she had left and said, "Master Oz. The woman is coming at your place as you wanted."

Dorothy moved along the road. She admired the beauty of this place. It was like in the old times children stories or paintings. Suddenly she saw someone lying on ground. It was an old scurvy Scarecrow. As she was going to pass it, it suddenly grabbed her hand and its left eye wandered around in its socket.

"Help me up kiddo!" it proclaimed as it opened its mouth with few pieces of hay dropping like drool.

She was scared so she did as she was being told to do.

"Ahahaha! EYEBALL SOUP! MWAHAHAHA!" it laughed almost collapsing down again, it's eye rolling around the socket again.

Dorothy was frightened. She knew this person was insane.

"Umm… How can someone be so funny?" she asked in try to compliment him.

It was getting more certain that she was talking to a male.

"Special treaatments! Doctors put person on a table and then... Whahahaha! They put elecrt... Elecrti... Lightning kind device against your head and WHAM! Funnyny!! " he replied while taking hold of his head and making buzzing noises.

"Your... Brains got grilled? Oh...You poor thing..." she said as she truly felt sad inside.

Why was this creature tortured like this? Clearly he wasn’t evil…

"Hey I know. I'm going to see Oz; he is rumored to know anything. Maybe he can help you?" she finally dared to ask.

Scarecrow fell silent for a second.

"Heey! Could be! After all, he was the one who did it in first place!" he finally responded with laughter.

Dorothy hurried alongside with Scarecrow, watching his movement. She was too afraid to let him go behind herself. She was hoping that soon it would all come to an end.

AT THE SAMETIME...

A man, made out of the purest steel leaned against a wall, resting his bloody axe. Perfect warrior, born to kill and harm. And he gave no mercy, as he lacked every bit of an emotion that made anyone a human. He had a job. He had to liberate the town from the Monkey invasion. He thought, no, he *KNEW* that was why Oz had created him. To kill. And kill... And kill ‘til his cold steel would be covered from the stains of blood of his master's enemies.

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The Iron man slashed his mighty axe again. And a new monkey died. He raised it and crushed the skull of another monkey and punched his fist through another skull. Blood drenched his silver armor and his emotionless face did not show any signs of anger nor hatred. It showed determination to get the task done.

It felt like an hour but it was only several minutes before the Iron man had gotten rid of the monkey attack. Congratulating himself from a job well done, he decided to go back to his master and report success.

But unknown to him, one Monkey had not died entirely. It got near the man and stroke bellow the armored part, between the man's joints. There came a ding and a small piece flied clean off. The monkey then flied away, leaving the Iron man to remain in the same position. He couldn't move without that part. And he cursed his rotten luck for it.

To be continued...