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23 December 2010, Suicide Slums, Metropolis
Ravan looked at the five black youths blocking the alleyway. Two had knives, one a pipe, the other had a bulge that was either a Browning or Colt; Ravan couldn’t tell due to the folds of the sweatshirt.
“Maybe it’s because I’ve spent most of my life travelling the world learning how to kill things,” said Ravan dropping his duffel bag at his feet “But I honestly have no idea what you said?”
“Fool you be trippin’!” laughed the apparent leader “Dem fresh kicks and the bag or we pop yur mocha ace!” The group responded in peals of laughter and high-fives.
“You want my bag?”
“You know it aight!”
“Well,” Ravan kicked it behind him and shifted his weight evenly “If you want what is mine, come and get it”
“Ches’ gonna ice this wack mofo!” said the end youth, ripping up his shirt exposing the weapon “Check it!”
Ravan flung his kirpan, the blade sinking into the man’s sternum with a loud chock. The other four looked on as their friend fell to the floor. Ravan moved up on them before they could react
“Five thousand years O Kali!” prayed Ravan as he unleashed upon them.
Ace O’ Clubs Bar, Suicide Slums, Metropolis
Ravan walked into the dingy bar to be greeted by an off-white mongrel dog lay on the bar. The half-hearted growl was appeased when Ravan scratched behind its ears much to the mutts delight.
“Whadda you want kid?” said the man behind the bar in the apron and hat. Ravan could tell by the man’s ears, nose and knuckles that he use to be a boxer.
“Information and a place to rent” said Ravan as he extended his hand and then pulled it back.
“You bleedin’ kid?”
Ravan looked down at the fresh smear on his wrist “It’s not mine, but I may require a washroom”
“End o’ the bar”
“So what else can he do Mr Bibbowski?” said Ravan sipping on his tea
“Jeez kid!” he groaned “It’s Bibbo! Call me mister again” He shook a large fist in Ravan’s face.
Ravan smiled “You were saying…”
“Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive” said Bibbo “He’s well, super! Keeps Metropolis safe”
“Super? Can you elaborate?”
“Super! Can’t you get it through your head kid, SUPER!” roared Bibbo “Super eyes, ears, he can fly, shoot beams from his eyes, bend steel like paper. He’s super for cryin’ out loud!”
Ravan get all riled up about his “fav’rit” and placed four one hundred dollar bills on the bar “You have been most helpful Bibbo, thank you for the chat. Is there a market or shopping centre nearby?”
“At ten o’clock in this neighbourhood,” Bibbo laughed “S’long walk but down by harbour. Safer to leave it til morning”
Ravan scratched the dog’s belly “From what you’ve told me, if I run into trouble he’ll come to my rescue”
“I shut at one!” said Bibbo “You ain’t back, you sleep outside”
24 December 2010, LexMart Mega Store, Metropolis
Ravan stood in line at the checkout as he looked over his trolley full of stuff. He smiled at the oddly cheery music piping through the store. The music masked the chaos of Christmas Eve. Slowly he moved to third in line when he noticed a poster on the community board. It was a flyer for a band amongst all the others, but it had the tell-tale signs. It was an invite to a Kobra meeting.
“Unbelievable” growled Ravan
St David’s Catholic Church, Metropolis
“One cannot serve two masters,” said the priest on the other side of the confessional “Either you will love one and hate the other”
“So my love and my god cannot be reconciled?” said Ravan as he adjusted the seat.
“I do not understand your question?”
“Thank you for your time father” said Ravan “I was merely curious if your god and way of life had an answer to my predicament” Ravan opened the confessional door “I thank you for your time but ultimately your religion is wrong. May Kali smile upon you father”
Dar al-Amn Mosque, Metropolis
Ravan collected his shoes as he and the Mufti walked to the exit.
“I thank you for your time” said Ravan “But it seems once again there are no answers in Islam either to my predicament”
“Be content with what Allah has given you” said the Mufti
“May Kali smile upon you” said Ravan bowing graciously
The Greater Metropolis Synagogue, Metropolis
“You are busy this time of year, for not believing in Jesus” said Ravan politely as he walked around the building.
A slight scowl crossed the Rabbi’s face “We welcome all”
“This is a beautiful structure” exclaimed Ravan changing the subject.
“Built in 1802…” the rabbi began his lecture as Ravan focused his attentions on other things, nodding politely at the right spots.
Ace O’ Clubs Bar, Suicide Slums, Metropolis
“Get all o’ your shopping done” asked Bibbo as he cleaned down the bar with a rag that had seen better days.
“Presents bought, wrapped and delivered” said Ravan patting the dog, who was nestled comfortably in his lap “I just have to attend a service…”
“Didn’t pick you for a catholic” said Bibbo
“I am a thuggee”
“You aint no thug kid. I met thugs, knock’d most of’m out”
Ravan smiled “No Bibbo, a thuggee, a worshipper of the goddess Kali”
“Well ain’t that just great” grunted Bibbo
25 th December 12.03am, Metropolis State University, Metropolis
Ravan walked into the gymnasium that the band had rented. In total there were nineteen people there, of which Ravan picked fifteen were Kobra, the others drunk students and at least one person who actually thought this was an album launch.
“Thisssss is disssapointing” said the group leader as he nodded to a subordinate to lock the door “But this will please Lord Naga-Naga”
“Who?” said one of the drunks,
“Oh, you’ll meet him” grinned the leader as he pulled a machete from his jacket “Sssssoon enough”
“Dude that’s wicked!” laughed another drunks
The Kobra’s circled the five, each brandishing a machete.
“I thought this was an album launch!?!” asked a terrified young man
“Your deathsssss will help usher in the Kali Yuga” hissed the leader as the others began chanting softly Kali Yuga. Ravan watched the group carefully, slowly slipping his kirpan into his palm.
“Place your weapons on the ground!” said a stern commanding voice. Everyone looked about for the source when a muscular man in blue, with a red cape floated down through the open skylight above them.
“Don’t make me ask twice”