Hey guys! I have some free time on my hands (just enough to make this, but don't worry June will be Zsasz month!)  so i figured I'd start  a regular blog column. With this column i figured i can post my thoughts on things that had potential to be good but were squandered. So without further a due here is what i would have done with the infamous spider-man event known as one more day...

On a whole the premise isn't necessarily too bad honestly (honest writing opinion), showing the fallout of aunt may's bullet wound and being treated while Peter and MJ are fugitives. It was an interesting scenario to put them in and besides the obvious plot hole involving doctor strange (are you honestly telling me the sorcerer supreme can't remove a single bullet?!) I'm ok with it. I'm not even necessarily angry with mephisto being involved with the story, he is a great way to tempt peter into making a rash and irresponsible decision (cause we know he would never make a deal with the devil... right???). I actually enjoyed it when peter was being shown his other lives, it was very heart wrenching to me anyway.

But here is where i would change things. Wouldn't it be much more interesting story wise for Peter to have said no to mephisto and deal with the consequences of revealing his identity to the public?   This way Aunt May as she says it can finally be reunited with uncle ben and besides that if peter made such a decision his relationship with MJ would only be stronger since now they would be all they have left. And not only that but Peter would also in effect be fulfilling what his uncle Ben always taught him. The ever so famous line "with great power comes great responsibility". See how close this story could have come to being at least good? I bet this is exactly what JMS would have done with the characters if Quesada hadn't forced him to erase the marriage.

Now i suppose the question remains what would i do after this if i could? Fortunately i do have a little bit of an idea to this. Imagine the fugitive movies but with spider-man. Spidey continues to be a hero in spite of the registration act while MJ essentially becomes his non costumed partner (think like an alfred character) boosting him up and helping him to get through the rough times. The villains of the run could be his traditional rogues but also the registered heroes as well! throw in the new avengers as reoccurring guest stars and i think you could have had one hell of a story.

Sp what do you guys think? Could this have worked or are we better off with what we have (i don't think so but I'm sure some people feel differently) plus if you want to see more of these in the future just let me know and I'll pump them out whenever i can.

I just finished reading the fifth and final volume of the immortal iron fist series and while it isn't brubaker and fraction it was still enjoyable as hell. Issue 27 in particular is still ringing in my head and the thought keeps occurring to me besides the obvious (why did they cancel this series?) why don't they create another one? I know there's an iron fist powerman  mini out there but to be honest the new powerman is pretty annoying to me, i want another solo book for danny with the heroes for hire and immortal weapons as his supporting group.

To me this series made me feel like when i read jms wrote thor, it just left me wanting more and i think this is an easy fix for marvel. Just cut one of the wolverine or deadpool books and give this great character another series of his own. Lightning can strike twice you know.

Anyway enough rambling from me, what do you guys think about this? Do you feel the same way? or maybe you have different feelings/ideas? either way I'm up for hearing some other opinions on this

For those of you who are still interested in zsasz the deepest mark, i just want to let you know that i will continue to put out parts but it's going to take me more time to put out the parts and ensure the quality stays the same.

There are two reasons i'm taking so long with parts.
1.) i am currently in summer school (at college) which is currently taking up most of my time in terms of studying.
2.) Things are picking up with my comic book series again. i've been picking up momentum again so im just rolling with it till i run out of steam again.

So when both of those things are cleared up (hopefully tomorrow or early into next week) i will post a complete part of my fan fic series. So thank you guys for being so patient and i hope you can bear with me just a little longer i promise ill make it worth the wait :).
Thanks again guys!!

FR 18 (disturbing content)

Mr. Zsasz: The Deepest Mark Part 3

“Do you feel that? The warm blood trickling down your chest, the slow deliberate breathing of your lungs like it’s a gift? Time becoming an afterthought… That is what it truly means to be alive 92!” Victor grabs some gauze from the ambulance wrapping up his new mark to prevent the bleeding. The inside of the car is bathed in the newly fresh blood of his victims. The driver of the ambulance is lying beside the wheel face first with a deep knife wound in the back of his head, he didn’t see it coming. The second person was not as lucky…

She lies on the hospital stretcher Zsasz’s protruding out prominently where her hear should be, she has lost a lot of blood. “W-what are you doing?” he turns his attention back at her and looking at her like she should know. “Shopping of course. There are plenty of others in this wretched city to save, I need to be ready for my marks... Don't you hear it? They're calling to me..." She coughs up a small pool of blood beside her, knowing her time is almost out tears stream down her face, no one can save her now. “I only wish it didn’t have to end like this. Your… rite was supposed to be quick and clean, through the aorta. If it’s any consolation to you it’ll be over shortly.”

“Why? Why do this?” she says gradually becoming weaker with each passing moment. “Have you ever asked that yourself Ms.…” he wipes the blood off her name tag, reading it out loud. “Young? What’s the point of letting society control us? The 9 to 5 daily grind, the same dinner day in day out sleep, then repeat. Humanity was not meant to be like this Ms. Young but none of you realize it, not yet. You say that I am insane when it's your kind who are truly insane!”

Her movements begin to slow, her breathing nearly halted. He notices this and brings himself closer to her watching her dying eyes like a work of art. “It’s so beautiful, every time i think I’ve seen it all someone like you comes around… Thank you Ms. Young, you were the perfect choice to start off my newest mission… goodbye 92.” He closes her eye lids and leaves the ambulance.  Her last tear hits the ground as he exits.

To be continued

 FR 18 (Swearing, and disturbing descriptions)

Arkham Asylum. A living breathing hell on earth. Don’t let the PR campaign and the smiling chairman of the board fool you, because deep down even they realize what they’re truly running.  And once you’re in, there is no going back. That goes for cops as well. Every cop sees Arkham one way or another whether it’s Joker attempting to break out or a full scale inmate riot. That is when the cops realize for the first time they’re not in Metropolis anymore. That is when you can truly call yourself Gotham Police Officer.

Of course like every other sane cop I didn’t want to be here just yet. Wanted to be on the force a few more years, be more experienced, more sure of myself.   But that’s not the way life works or how Victor works…

He walks through the cells of the sleeping inmates. It’s dungeon like interior strikes him in awe for a moment as if paying his respects to it then proceeds down dark damp hallway to the secure patient ward.

It is filled with police officers; they have sealed off the area with police tape. There is one chalk lined body in the area accompanied by a large pool of dried up blood. As he walks in everyone stares at him, they know exactly who he is and why he’s here. Pegged as an outsider the moment he enters he walks the seemingly eternal distance to the former patient cell of ex inmate Victor Zsasz. He tries to shrug it off as he walks in but even when he enters into the crime scene two men make his demons even more obvious. James Gordon and Harvey Bullock.

“I’m sorry to call you in like that Officer… Justin. But under these circumstances I hope you understand .” says Gordon, while lighting one of his tobacco pipes allowing his vice to relive him for a moment.  “Yeah. Monsters like him are always a top priority I got it. But what does this have to do with me? I haven’t spoken to Victor since I was a kid.”

“Actually kid this has everything to do with you…” Justin turns his attention to bullock not appreciating the intentional vagueness of his response. “Justin this is Harvey Bullock. He’s leading the one in charge of the investigation.” Justin crack wry smile at bullock reminded of something he’s known. “Yeah I’ve heard of you. A few of my training officers mentioned you a couple times.” Bullock smiles back already knowing where this is going.   “Really? What did they have to say?”

“Honestly. They told me you were the one cop not to fuck with.” Bullock cracks a dry laugh he’s not at all surprised to hear that while Gordon puts away his pipe, ready to get to the point. “Funny. I’ve heard the same thing about you. Haven’t we Gordon?” Gordon opens up a small folder from the table next to him while Justin readies himself for what he knew was coming. “Justin Zsasz, former member of a small now extinct crime family. You ran drugs for them and was their muscle whenever needed is that correct?”

“It’s in the file isn’t?” cracks Justin, he’s already tired of the questions. “Just answer the question smartass, Gordon and myself don’t have all day…” “Fine… yeah it’s true.”

Gordon flips through the file and stop near the end of it. “During your tenure with the family you accumulated 3 counts of extortion, two counts of assault and battery and several counts of drug trafficking. That’s what the DA could make stick. Who knows what else they made you do…” Justin lowers his head for a moment taking in what Gordon has said like someone living through a bad dream. “Look commissioner with all due respect. I don’t see the point in reading out my past screw ups. So could you please get to the point?”

“What Gordon is trying to say is that there came a point where you got caught. Happens to the best of em. You served your time in blackgate and got an early release. Normally this is the part where the cycle repeats, you go back to your old ways and wind up right back where you started. But that didn’t happen… You did the craziest thing of all and became a cop in Gotham city.” “Are you judging my sanity now too?”

“No, Justin you have more than proved yourself to be a good cop, a commendable feat given your past record. Sadly that is also why you are here today…” “Last night a new doctor was assigned to Victor Zsasz for a session, she lost her temper and told him just how much better of a person you’ve turned yourself into.” Says bullock as he gives Justin a few photos. The first is of the doctor with several holes punctured deep into her neck. He flips though and sees similar injuries inflicted to the guards. “Safe to say, he didn’t take the news so well…”

“How’d he even get out? Aren’t the rooms locked from the outside?” Gordon sighs for a moment acknowledging this without having to say a word. “Correct and he would have been sealed off in here if his fourth victim, another Arkham guard on the outside hadn’t tried being a hero and face him on his own… let’s just say he got the worst of the four. After that he just vanished…” “So you’re telling me I’m his next target?”

“Possibly, all we know for sure is that you’re change of heart set him off. The rest is never certain with him… But that’s why as a precaution I am putting you on this case with Detective Bullock.”

“Think of this as an early promotion kid. What do ya say? Chimes in Bullock as Justin spends a minute pondering, he looks both of them dead in the eyes the jokes end here. “Where do we start?”

“89…” Says Victor with delight as he digs the pen into his arm. Driving it downwards to make the fourth tally of a row. Each row is separate and yet interconnected to each other.   “And 90…” He digs the slash deeper than the other newly formed marks. Blood pours out of his arm like a tiny faucet gently coating his surrounding skin in red. He wraps it in gauze before putting on a fresh shirt and pants from one of his victims. “Ahhhh.  Much better, four less zombies in the cesspool of a city. I have to thank you Justin for my best work yet... But don’t you worry I have something special planned for you. Something even you might appreciate.

He reaches into his new pants and pulls out his victim’s cell phone and dials a number.   “911 dispatch what is your emergency?” Victor completely changes his expression like changing a mask, he is horrified and scared. “Oh god help me! I got mugged! He stabbed me… I told him to stop but he wouldn’t!” says Zsasz with his fake horror like a professional. “It’ll be alright sir. Where are you right now?”   says the dispatcher completely unaware of who she’s talking to.

“I’m in the Narrrows! 5 street I think… please help me…” he hangs up the phones and smiles. “Did you miss me Gotham? Cause I sure missed you…”

To Be Continued…

 ok i did not expect to get this one out so fast but with finals and everything i needed a break! Hope you guys enjoyed it i promise i will still get another part out to you guys later in the week!

Rated FR 18 (nothing yet but trust me, the blood will come sooner or later lol)

Inside a small apartment lies a young couple, still asleep in each others arms. This is more than a casual fling, even in their sleep they still care deeply for the other. The man wakes up taking a moment to adjust his eyes to the darkness of the apartment. He gently slips out the woman's arms making sure not to disturb her. He smiles taking another glance at her before he gets out of bed.

How did I get so lucky? I don’t think I’ll ever know.   There had to be better suited men for you. Richer, smarter ones, with better families…   I don’t know what it was you saw in me but I’m just thankful you gave me a chance.

He slowly rises from the bed and heads for the bathroom making each step deliberately as quiet as possible. “Freeze…   You’re under arrest!” says the voice behind him. He turns to see it’s the woman, she’s smiling playfully pointing her fingers shaped like a gun at him. He raises his hands up playing along.

“Ok. Officer what did I do this time?” He sits down beside her on the bed as she swoops in kissing him gently on the lips. She smiles again at him. “You forgot to kiss your partner good morning.” He laughs softly as he heads into bathroom, while she remains in the bed. “Why are you up so early Justin?

Her voice echoes in the bathroom as he looks through his clothes for something. “The usual Christie. A little traffic patrol, some ticket write-ups, boring old cop stuff. He reaches into the backs off an old pair of jeans. “Well hurry up. I have a surprise for you!”   He pulls out what he’s been searching for, it’s an old single banded silver ring. “I think my surprise will be better “He smiles joyfully, putting on the jeans and placing the ring gently in a side pocket. “No way. Now get your cute butt out here!”

He walks out to see her out of bed wearing one of his shirts which drapes down past her waist. She is making coffee for them. “So what is this surprise you have for me dear?” he says appearing next to her. “I’m sorry wasn’t your surprise supposed to be better” she winks at him, he can’t help but smile back.

“I’m not much for waiting, let’s hear yours first.” She turns around to face him, excited to let him know. “What if I told you I managed to get both of us off for the day?”  “I’d ask what city you think we live in. This isn’t metropolis you know?” She shrugs off his sarcasm and looks him dead in the eyes. He realizes she isn’t joking. “How did you pull that off?”

“Work with Gotham’s police force for a few years and they take you in. A lot like a second family, they make sure you get the big days off. Like second year anniversaries…”  

“You sure are something you know that?” He says, pouring himself some coffee. She does the same sitting down beside him. “Of course, you’re not too bad yourself.” He kisses her on the cheek.

“Glad to know I’m so important to you. Happy anniversary Christie.”  “You too Justin. Now what’s your surprise. I doubt you can beat mine!”

He takes a quick sip and gets up, reaching into his side pocket. “Oh you never know. I’m just full of surprises…” Christie’s cell phone rings by the bed pausing their moment. “Just a second sweetie.” She says flipping her phone open to the caller.

“Christie… Commissioner Gordon! What do you need sir? Just a moment…” she walks back to Justin now acting much more professional.

“It’s for you.” She says handing him the phone. “Hello?” he says uncertain why Gordon would want to talk to him. “Justin Zsasz?”

“Yes, what do you need Gordon. I thought I was off for the day.” There’s a pause on the line. “So I’ve been told… I’m sorry to interrupt you on your day off son but... something’s come up and I need you at Arkham Asylum.”

“Why would you need me sir? I’m just a traffic cop, not a detective.” There’s an even longer pause on the line, both men are tense.

“Zsasz escaped…”

To be continued...

(Ok, I'm going to be honest with you guys here cause i don't want to make the same mistake i made with Genesis. This is a secondary project that I'm doing so i will at least put out one part a week but i would not expect much more from me in a week. That way i can guarantee a good quality series rather than a rushed out sub par one. I hope you guys are cool with that and i'm sorry that i'm so slow with this stuff lol. Hope you guys enjoy what's to come with this series i can i already tell you i will :).

 Rated Mature (swearing)
(i know i said I'd wait for the opinions to come in before i chose my fan fic but well i was on a roll with this story so i figured this was the one to go with. hope you guys enjoy it too!)

He’s not dead… he can’t be. The bat doesn’t die! But yet the media drones on, showing coverage of the “heroes” parading downtown for his ceremony. That’s not his body in there, it’s a ruse…

“Victor… are you going to answer me or do you want to go back in solitary?” The doctor stares impatiently at Victor Zsasz from the other end of a make shift table in Arkham’s Therapy room with two armed guards behind her both equally as impatient. Victor casually glides a finger across one of his numerous tally mark scars, off in his own twisted little world.

“Repeat the question number 87, I was… distracted.” He gives her a demonic smirk, freezing the doctor and her guards momentarily. He can tell they want to end this session quickly. “For the last time Victor, my name is Doctor Allison Green. Not a number…”

“Ahh but 87 that is all you are to me. Another mark to be added to my collection… but for now I will humor your pesky questions. What was it again?” She sighs and looks at her clock noticing that they still have another 20 minutes before the session is over. Days like this are when she wished she was a school teacher. “Ever since batman has… passed on you have insisted that he is still alive. What makes you think so?”

Victor stops playing with his tallies and looks her right in the eyes. This is the question he’s been waiting for, his demeanor turns from the disinterest of a teenager to the deranged obsession of Captain Ahab. “You’re new to Arkham aren’t you doctor?” The doctor pulls out her pen ready to make her evaluation of him. “Yes. I’ve been here for 3 weeks. Why do you...”

“Because only a moron would actually think that the batman is dead, he’s been shot, stabbed, broken and blown up but each and every single time he comes back. Ask Crane, Dent or Joker they’ll tell you the same fucking thing!” He bangs on the old wooden table like an old school politician trying to rally up a crowd, the guards raise their tasers nervous he might explode. “It’s different this time Victor they buried him on national television…”

“LIES ALL LIES! The bat isn’t dead, he’s just resting. Waiting for us to believe he’s gone and then he’ll be back! You’ll see, you will all see! But it isn’t all bad…” Zsasz grins happily the guards remain on edge as the doc Continues. “What could be good about batman dying?”

“Simple dear 87. While the bat is away, Zsasz will play.” The guards begin to squeeze on the trigger but she raises her hand, the tasers are lowered. “Victor it’s time to face reality. You are not escaping this time… You are guarded almost 24 hours a day and when you are not under watch you’re in solitary.” “87 you disappoint me… have you ever seen the escape rates in this place? Speak your logic all you want but rest assured I will break out of here and when I do nothing will keep us apart 87… nothing can keep me from my marks.” She reels her head back in disgust keeping her eyes from him momentarily; she has lost all of her remaining patience with him.

“I don’t understand it Victor! You had everything a person could want, money power, fame. But you threw it all away for this murderous crusade of yours. If it wasn’t for your cousin I’d say genetics were to blame for your condition…” Zsasz stares blankly at her not understanding what she means. “What are you talking about 87…?”

“You haven’t heard? One of your cousins has been assigned to Gotham’s finest. Been a few months now as a matter of fact.” Zsasz clenches his fists for hard his knuckles crack. “He’s… He’s one of you!?”

“That’s not the way I’d put it Mr. Zsasz, but yes. He saw where he was heading and…” “Why didn’t anyone tell me 87?” Zsasz has almost completely lost it, normally the guards would tranquilize him by now but she holds her hand up high, determined to beat him at his own mental game. “They thought it would derail any potential progress we gained with you but at this point I don’t care how you feel about it.”

“hehehehehehehe hahahahahah!.” Zsasz exposes more of his teeth with his grin while he laughs showing off his broken and jagged teeth along with a few tally marks on his gums. The staff is on edge. “What’s so funny Victor?”

“For once in their miserable lives the zombies were right!” In a flash he puts his face within inches of hers. “My dear 87 it appears I have some business to attend to so sadly I’ll have to make our union quicker than I had hoped. My lovely 87, 88 and 89 let the fun begin…”

 To Be Continued... in 2 weeks!

 Hey everyone This is my first blog that i'm posting on this site and i figured i'd devote it to some of my potential ideas for fan fics. (an idea i got from my most recent list)

Before i start on this though i just want it to be known that whatever fan fic i decide to do will most likely be secondary to the comic book series i am currently trying to make. But i will do the best i can to release a part every other week or at least once a month (sorry im so slow with writing these things lol). So anyway here are a few ideas i have come up with for a fan fic story and i would definitely love to hear from all of you which story you are interested in the most. I'll put a brief explanation for my idea by the characters i am interested in writing though to be honest most of them won't be too detailed at the moment.

1. Thundra- This one is the most obvious since i recently completed my first story on her. Basically the next story would be about her dealing with the losses she sustained from the last story, her anger is becoming uncontrollable and making her distant from her friends and allies. While this is going on her enemies begin to plot her downfall and a familiar marvel character will make an appearance (in a sense).

2. Blade- I don't have an exact story for this one but i'm thinking i would set it after blade 2 and before trinity. And perhaps have it be more political with the vampire nation attempting to make one of their own president with blade trying to stop them.

3. Moon Knight- I'd pick up where shadowland's moon knight tie in series left off. Marc spector is back and a complete puppet to konshu (sorry if i spelled that wrong), as his closest friends and an unlikely ally or two attempt to help separate from Konshu's influence. (think a more psychological version of shadowland)

4. Victor Zaasz- Victor escapes from arkham asylum and begins to go on a killing spree. While his distant cousin is assigned to the case. Basically a seven like story but with zaaszs

5. Black Widow- i honestly don't have much of an idea of what to do here, but i would enjoy writing a black widow story though i might make it really short if i did one soon since time is going to be a factor for me this summer. (so maybe i'll put this one on the back burner unless you guys really want me to do it)

That's all i have for now, Can't wait to hear what you guys think! I'm going to choose the next story primarily off of what you guys choose.
Thanks for listening guys!