Fiction story

I was filming the sky of Los Angleles, then I passed, when I woke up:

The citiy of  Los Angeles was under attack by aliens, it was totally destroyed, more and more aliens were arriving and more people were dying. Who was going to save the city?

Then some people started pointing an object in the sky, they started saying "it's and airplane", "no it's a bird" and then someone said  "NO! its Ganzitoman, he is going to save us".

Ganzito man started fighting with the aliens.

BOOM!! POOOW!! Ganzitoman hit the aliens with his fist of "steel". The aliens was almost dead  with many hours of fighting but there was a problem, the king of the aliens arrived in the biggest spaceshit I've ever seen.

Ganzitoman ran very fast, as fast as flash, with direction to the spaceship, when he was like one hundred metters away of the spaceship, he activate his laser vision but the spacheship suffer no damage because it had a force field that protect the spaceship.

The king of the aliens opened the principal door of the spaceship with a nuclear bomb, he just leave the bomb and go out of the planet with the aliens that survived.

Ganzitoman got very nervous, but he decided to take the bomb with him and then he flew with direction to the space.

All the people was watching the sky when a big explosion occurred, the people started to cry because they thought that Ganzitoman was dead.

I really don't know what heppened with Ganzitoman but the only thing I'm pretty sure is that Ganzitoman is alive.

Short story by Ian Krotzsch