The Vampire's Visit

The Vampire's Visit

The horse galloped along the stone-paved road winding slowly up the hill and increasing ever faster until, finally, Alistair arrived at his house. With a great leap he jumped off his horse and landed in a crouching position. The rain pattered down on his face…it was like a baptism

And he hated baptisms…

He stood up, slowly and wiped the water from his face. His sandy blonde hair draped down to his shoulders and was drenched with water, and his clothes clung to his skin…yet he was not cold. His frame was wiry yet strong, and he was quite a pale man. He made his way up the steps with remarkable speed, seeing only by way of two protected torches illuminated in the night.

It was at that moment, that Nat heard a rather loud rasping at the door. She swiftly made her way towards it and opened it apprehensively.

“Alistair!” Nat cried, embracing him tightly. Her body was curved like an hourglass, having a similar, yet more feminine build than him. Yet she shared the same paleness of the skin.

They embraced each other with a passionate kiss like lovers that had not seen each other in years. It was then, all at once, that Nat opened her eyes, realizing something amiss. She pulled herself away from him. “Alistair, where are the others? Where is the pack?” she cried.

At that moment, Alistair’s head sunk low, as he let the rainwater flow down his face and drip of his chin. “They’re dead.” he stated, simply.

Nat backed away, shocked. “What-what happened? she stuttered.

“The townspeople caught us in the middle of a feast. John Burns lead a revolt…I always told the pack to be wary of him…only I made it out alive.” he took a moment to pause and reflect. Images flickered across his mind like a slide show. He wanted to melt into the ground, as his brothers and sisters did. “My love,” he whimpered, “they caught us feasting…attacked us. Everyone is dead. My brother…the first of the pack…Ducard is dead.”

“NO!” cried Nat, who burst into tears. “NO! It can’t be!”

It was then that a loud commotion was heard, as a powerful pounding sounded at the door. With a third strike it flew off its hinges and dropped to the floor below with a thud.

“ALISTAIR!” cried a townsperson! “FACE ME AND ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES!”

Alistair put a finger to Nat’s lips, summoning her to be silent; never one to listen to reason, she charged out, sheering flesh from bone and gnawing away with teeth that could penetrate skin. Her rampage tore apart bodies as if they were made of cotton. Her rage could not be bottled or controlled. She was no longer of this world…she was rage.

“MURDERERS!” she cried to the heavens. Lightning stuck around the household as she threw her arms up to the sky! “ALL OF YOU ARE MURDERERS!” She continued her rampage, killing anyone she could get her hands on. Alistair watched from afar. Just then, he noticed a piece of jagged wood fly through her chest. Blood dripped from her mouth, spilling down her chin. Her body turned to flakes, and blew away in the wind, crumbling in the rain.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” cried Alistair, who grabbed a bookcase by the edges. With uncanny strength he lifted it over his head and threw it towards the killers as if it were weightless. Most were instantly crushed by it and others would suffocate; pinned underneath it. The sheer devastation from the throw knocked a chunk of the wall out, revealing a much larger army outside. Alistair let out a cry of agony and despair as if it had been he himself who had been impaled and hissed as if he were a snake, as he charged into the crowd with remarkable speed. He ripped men apart. He clawed at their faces and ate their very flesh. He tossed them aside like ragdolls. “BURRRNS!” he hissed. “JONATHAN BURNS!” he cried to the heavens, “REVEAL THYSELF, MURDERER!” He tore through the crowd, searching for his enemy. His eyes, filled with fury itself, had turned blood red from his rage. A simple stare set men on fire, as he killed and wounded the army that had dared to amass outside of his own home. Finally, he found his target.

Jonathan Burns was a fat old man who was graying at the temples, who had an outdated sense of righteousness from the Revolutionary War. He grabbed Burns by his neck and hoisted him up into the air. He squeezed slowly, choking him. Alistair said almost nothing, but simply asked,

“Why?”

Through choking sounds, Burns managed to get the words out “You were killing off this town! I won’t let you kill me too! You killed a young boy when we found you! He had only just turned twenty—.”

His accusations were interrupted as Alistair pulled him close, as he spoke, saliva spewed from his mouth onto Burns’ face. “And yet…” Alistair said, his words tiptoeing to the next, “Your family was killed by a murderer. You hunted him down and killed him.” Even closer, Alistair pulled him, until he could almost taste the flesh on Alistair’s breath. “Did you stop to think for a second?” Alistair asked him, his head tilting slightly to one side, “that if you killed me and my pack…do you think I would ever stop?”

“Go….die!” choked Burns.

“I have survived since the ides of March! The death of Julius Caesar was my birth! You do not think I can survive?” He paused for a moment. “Should I wish to?” he finished.

“You…have brought nothing but misery to this town.”

Alistair looked at him with catlike curiosity. He was a pet examining a new master. “I only do what I must to survive…as I do now.” Blood trickled down Burns’ forehead as Alistair squeezed from both sides. Burns let out a cry of agony as he began to push harder. “Do you feel that Burns?!” he howled into the night. “Do you feel the inevitability of death!? It’s the only thing in this world that you can count on.” Alistair finished, and let what was left of the limp body slump to the ground with all the others.

At that moment, Alistair’s attention turned to the East...He noticed his first glimpse of the sun rising beyond the horizon…his first glimpse of the sun in his entire life. He slowly began to crumble, as each layer of skin flaked off. He let out his last words of his long life…

“Beautiful.”

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Avengers Movieverse: The Infiltration (Part One)

Aboard the SHIELD Helicarrier was a beautiful sight. The sun was rising just beyond the horizon, giving the sky a milky reddish orange color, while the rest of the sky was a light blue, with clouds melted into it. The scene was picturesque, as the headquarters floated miles above the sky. It was a sight many would kill to see.

On the ground, however, was another story.

Nick Fury had Agents throughout the Helicarrier feeding him the most up to date information on the current crisis at hand. His long black trench coat swept the floor behind him as he made his way toward the man he knew would get the job done.

“CAPTAIN!” he barked, causing Steve Rogers to jump slightly, and then snapped his head up like a rocket. He was now suddenly alert. “You’re needed on the ground.” Fury said, in an ominous tone only he could pull off. “There are domestic terrorists claiming hostages on the ground. They claim they need billions of dollars to rebuild Latveria.”

Captain America stood up sharply. “I’m on it.” he stated.

*** *** ***

The docking bay for the helicarrier howled and roared in the wind, which stung the faces of the duo. Cap leaned over the edge and peered at the buildings below. “You sure you don’t need a parachute?” Fury called, trying to sound louder than the forces of the wind. “It’s a twenty mile drop into water.”

Cap cracked a smile and looked back at him. “Are you kidding?” he laughed “Parachutes are for girls.”

With that, Captain America threw himself off the edge of the helicarrier. The wind whipped in his face and squeezed his body. He felt as if he had left his stomach back on the helicarrier, yet he remained unafraid. He put his shield in front of him, bracing himself for the impact. Swiftly, he descended faster and faster upon his opponents, until—.

*** *** ***

“—Hostage situation has been resolved thanks to Captain America.” The TV reporter blared.

Tony Stark paid no heed. He simply poured himself a glass of bourbon and began sipping it impatiently while waiting for Pepper to arrive.

As if on cue, the elevator doors slid open to reveal Pepper Potts, dressed in a stunning red dress. Tony rushed to greet his beautiful lover. He was quick to embrace her, giving her a quick kiss. “You’re late.” he said in his usual sarcastic tone.

Pepper let out a giggle and made her way to a glass of champagne she saw on a countertop waiting for her. She gave him a quick look over her shoulder. “Like you’ve never been late before.” she teased.

“Y’know,” Stark replied, moving ever closer to her, “I’ve been thinking of building you your own armor. How does the name ‘Rescue’ sound?”

“Corny as hell!” she laughed. Her attention was then diverted to a woman dressed entirely in green on the widescreen TV. Without looking, she slowly put her glass down onto the countertop, and watched the segment, a look of horrible astonishment on her face.

“Joining us today,” the reporter told the audience, “is Senator Mary Ridge ; one of the most vocal activists against the Avengers.

The audience turned their attention to Ms. Ridge, who began her speech immediately. “The Avengers are nothing but a group of vigilantes. They’re super powerful bullies that do as they please.” Her words were spite and anger, as her words blurred together with strong emotion. “They claim to have a Demi God? What happened to good ol’ Christianity?” she asked rhetorically “Captain America ? A man dressed in a flag? Come on!” Pepper’s face grew ever angrier as Ms. Ridge continued her speech. “What about a ‘former’ Russian Spy on the team? I’m sure THAT’S good for homeland security.” she then put her hand to her forehead, pretending to faint. “And don’t even get me started on billionaire drunken maniac: Tony Stark.”

With that, Tony had had enough. He whisked Pepper away from the TV “Come on,” he said, trying to pull her away, “you don’t need to see this.” Pepper smiled and winked at him. “Right, boss.”

*** *** ***

Mary Ridge exited the interview and went straight to her limousine, not answering any questions. The quickly closed the door and leaned over the seat to the driver. She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered in it. “Tell the boss that step one is finished.” she grinned wickedly

“Initiate phase two.”

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Fan Fic announcment

Okay so, I have an announcement to make regarding my writing.

The good news is, I found a friend to provide art for an ACTUAL SPIDER MAN COMIC I’m making. This guy is really good; he’s just young which isthe only reason he hasn’t been hired yet, as you can imagine, his art coupled with my writing will be a very good story.

On to the bad news: I’ll be devoting a lot of time into working on this comic (despite neither of us being paid for it) as a result, I’ll be writing much less. I’ll try to get out my Genesis works, but it will be at a much slower rate. I will also do the occasional one shot, but as I said before, actual prose writing will be diminished.

That said, the guy I’m working with is more interested in anime and I get a vibe he’s slightly less devoted than I am, so he might quit a few months into it, then I’ll be able to focus more on writing.

But look on the bright side. I GET TO PRODUCE A TEN+ PAGE SPIDER MAN COMIC MONTHLY, AND YOU LUCKY FEW GET TO SEE IT!
That’s all for now. :D
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DC Genesis: Superman Parts 1-5

Part One:

Jor El slammed his doors open and swiftly paced
forward to his wife, Lara Lor Van. Each step was a painful memory and
realization. The science council had refused to back him with the equipment for
interstellar space travel, despite his words of Krypton’s doom. He knew that
everything he had worked for in his life would be in vain…almost everything….he
only had one thing left he could be proud of…

“Hurry, Lara,” Jor El whispered, careful not to wake
his baby son, Kal El, “there isn’t much time.”

Slowly, Lara rocked her son to sleep, gently
cradling her in her arms. She had the touch only a mother could give. She
placed him inside the rocket Jor El had built for his son, and carefully
wrapped him in his blankets. Jor El pressed a button, closing the hatch. He
fought back tears as he fired the rocket’s engines. A great wind stirred, and
the two lovers held each other in their arms for a final time.

“My love,” Lara said, as wind whipped around them as
the rocket flew into the distance. “I am scared.”

“Don’t be,” Jor El whispered, lovingly, gently
stroking her soft cheeks while staring into her soft and welcoming eyes. “We
will die…but our son will carry on Krypton’s legacy. The two lovers looked into
each other’s souls, embracing each other like first met lovers. “I love you, my
wife…I love you Lara.” Their lips met and tears streamed down both their cheeks
as the planet began to rumble, and all at once, the two were no more.

Martha had just finished baking a pie. The bell rang
summoning her from her kitchen table. She opened the oven and the sweet aroma
of blueberry filled the room. Jonathan Kent looked up from his crossword puzzle
for a moment to get a glimpse of the pie. His mouth watered at the sight of it,
and he licked his lips. Martha knew what he wanted by the look on his face.

“You can wait until it’s cool down!” She scolded.

Jonathan let out a long sight, and then went back to
his crossword.

The house then began to rumble, the Earth shook and
nearby plates and pans slid across the countertops and onto the floor.
Jonathan’s crossword flew off of the table, and everything that wasn’t bolted
down began to vibrate. The couple looked out the window to see an immense light
come streaking down from the sky and crashing into a field nearby. All at once,
the shaking stopped.

Within minutes, the couple was outside, Jonathan
leading the way, shotgun in hand. As they came closer to the impact sight, they
noticed a small rocket come into their field of view, a thin layer of dust
surrounded it, giving it a mysterious look.

“A rocket…?” Martha marveled.

Jonathan aimed his shotgun at the rocket as a
compressing sound was heard, and a hatch slowly opened. Jonathan’s jaw dropped
as he lowered his gun, and stared wide eyed at the sight.

“It’s a baby…” Martha said, quickly climbing down
the crater.

“What kind of fool puts a baby inside a rocket?”
Jonathan scratched his head, curious as to what new alien hoax it was now.

Martha kept him bundled in the blankets, as she
picked the boy out of the rocket and carefully took him out of the crater. She
poked him playfully as the baby laughed with joy for the first time in a long
time. He waved his hands, trying in vain to catch her finger that she kept
pulling away at the last second.

“He’s kind of cute…” Martha observed, not bothering
to look up from playing with the baby.

Jonathan leaned in to get a closer look at the boy.
“Martha,” he said, his thick southern accent escaping from his words, “I know
what you are thinking and we are NOT keeping that baby.”

The playing suddenly stopped, and Martha looked her
husband straight in the eyes, “Jonathan,” she mildly scolded (and half begged),
“he’s got nowhere to go!”

“Yeah, but—.”

“What would you have us do, send him to an orphanage
telling them we found him in a rocket? We’ve tried every conceivable method and
WE can’t have a baby…he’s got no parents…” her voice trailed off.

“He IS kind of cute,” Jonathan admitted.

All at once, the baby grabbed Jonathan’s shotgun and
crushed it in his land as if it were a tin can.

The couple looked at each other, aghast. “What in
the world have you gotten us into?” Jonathan said.

Part Two:

From
the Journal of Jonathan Kent

Entry
#1:

A couple of days ago, me and Martha found a child
inside a rocket! I couldn’t believe it! I told the hospital we gave birth to
him on our own but we needed the papers. They obliged, albeit with some
persuading…

But that wasn’t the unusual part; the unusual part
was that this BABY was able to crush my shotgun like it was tin foil! I decided
to keep a journal so I wouldn’t go forgetting these things when I’m an old man,
so now all that’s left is to wait and see…

Entry
#2:

It’s been a few years since I wrote in this, (I had
almost forgotten I made this) but as soon as Clark’s new powers emerged (We
named the boy Clark after Martha’s maiden name.) I came home from work today to
find Clark on the rooftop! I was panicked since he had never displayed his
powers in a while, so naturally when I asked him how in blazes he got up there
I was shocked when he replied that he flew! He even demonstrated, zipping
around the sky like a bird (actually it was more like a plane). He told me
later today that he’s had several powers for a while, but wanted to keep them a
secret. Naturally, I asked him what powers he had. He told me he could shoot
flames from his eyes (Called it “heat vision”) he could see through walls,
except he told me those powers went on and off for some reason, and he could
see beyond the farthest horizon. He told me his strength increased with age to
the point where he couldn’t be hurt! I asked him why he wanted to keep it a
secret and he told me he didn’t like being different. I took him and looked him
in the eyes and said “Boy, we may think we’re not, but everyone on this planet
is different from each other. To heck with being made fun of, embrace your
difference! Show the world how different you are! It’s a part of you, Clark,
and it’s a part of you that you should embrace.” I’m beginning to believe we’ve
adopted the most powerful being on the planet!

Entry
#3:

It’s been a few years again, but more of Clark’s
powers are finally emerging. I was beginning to think Clark’s powers had
stopped altogether, but when we were working on the field (his powers are a
great help for the harvest!) we saw the train coming. He told me that he wanted
to show me a new power he found, and to my surprise, he outraced the train to
its destination, memorized what everything looked like, and came back and
described it all in a matter of seconds! Martha joked he was faster than a
speeding bullet! You ask me that sounds kind of corny…

Entry
#4:

Clark’s eighteen now, and he’s spent a lot of time
with his friends Pete Ross and Lana Lang…he told me a few weeks ago that his
powers have stopped emerging. I asked him how and he told me he just…knew…it
was a feeling. I don’t know why, but growing up with him, I’ve learned to trust
this boy through thick and thin. He CAN’T tell a lie. So after a few weeks of
pondering I’ve finally decided to tell him where he comes from. It’s time I
showed him that crystal we found in his rocket….

Part Three:

Jonathan Kent motioned for Clark to come to the barn
with him.

“Come on, Clark,” he said, trying to persuade him.
Clark made a break for the door.

“But I promised Lana and Pete I’d meet them at—.”

“It’s about your powers.” Jonathan said, sternly.
Clark looked at him, with something close to terror in his eyes. There was a
long moment of tension in the air, while neither responded. All at once, Jonathan
broke into a smile, exposing his teeth while he laughed. The tension was
swiftly lifted, as Clark joins in on the laughter. Neither knew why they were
laughing, they were just happy to be in each other’s company.

“Come on,” Jonathan said between laughter, “I’ll
show you.”

The barn doors sprang open, letting in a monstrous
mound of light all at once. The darkness was overcome with brightness. The barn
was old and weary, with paint peeling on the walls and tiny cracks of wood that
beamed light in through their cracks. Mounds of straw littered the ground,
while chickens walked about, taking small pecks at the ground. In the end,
there rested a small crate. Clark remembered back to his childhood, when he was
always told to stay away from the crate. He looked at it, his eyes twinkling
with wonder as he knew the answer to all his questions lay in the crate.

Moving faster than a locomotive, he ran to the other
side of the barn and lifted the top off of the crate. Jonathan ran after him,
trying to catch up. He put his hands on his knees and hyperventilated. Jonathan
quickly put his hands on his wrist, checking his pulse.

Inside the crate lay a small rocket. Clark looked at
every angle with super speed, scanning every inch of it.

“We found you eighteen years ago today…you down from
the sky in a rocket…Martha thought you were a gift from God…we couldn’t have a
baby ourselves…so…” Jonathan’s voice drifted off, as he took a seat on a nearby
milk crate. “The problem is,” Jonathan said, half groaning, “That we couldn’t
figure out how to reopen it once the hatch closed.”

Clark ran his fingers along the edge, feeling the
bumps in the strange markings. They seemed to speak to him…almost…telling him
what to say. The markings, almost familiar to him, like some lost language of a
dead world.

Clark made a sound of a man trying to imitate a
hummingbird’s song, and the hatch swung open all at once. A bright light filled
the room. Jonathan shielded his eyes while Clark looked directly at it;
chickens behind him ran for their lives. Clark found himself flung through the
air.

“What did you do, Clark?” Jonathan asked, his eyes
slowly adjusting to the light as it began to dim.

“I-I,” Clark stammered, “I just said ‘open.’”

Inside a large, silk soft blue and red sheet of
blankets lay a crystal. Clark reached for it, and a tingling sensation was felt
in the back of his head, which soon turned to itching, which soon turned to
burning. The light from the crystal enveloped him, and he smiled, embracing the
light. He threw his arms out with joy, floating slightly above the ground.

“What is it, Clark?” Jonathan asked, apprehensively.

“Jor El and Lara Lor Van…” He whispered, as if in a
trance.

“What?”

“My Parents…” Clark turned his attention to
Jonathan, hugging him with joy. “Thanks for showing me this, Pa.”

“It’s alright,” Jonathan replied, patting him softly
on the back.

“I know my planet’s history, my birth name was Kal
El, I—.”

“Clark,” Jonathan whispered, inspiringly, “fly.”
Jonathan began to grin as Clark flew into the air, flying through the barn. He
never felt as alive as he did then, as the wind whipped through his face, the
sun beat down on him, warming him, but not to the point of sweating. He felt
wonderful...

That feeling was suddenly taken away when he lost
trace of his Father’s heartbeat.”

“No,” he whispered.

“PAAAAAAAA!” He shouted, breaking the sound barrier
as he flew back the barn. A small crater was left in his wake as he found
Jonathan Kent on the ground.

“Pa…please be okay.”

“It’s okay, Clark…my time has come…I’m just glad…to
spend…my final moments…with you…”

“Please, Pa, DON’T
GO!” He shouted. “DON’T GO! I CAN
SAVE YOU PA!”

Martha rushed into the barn and covered her mouth at
the sight. She broke down into tears with her son.

I CAN SAVE
YOU, PA!” Clark shouted. “I CAN SAVE
YOU! I CAN DO ANYTHING! WITH ALL THESE POWERS I CAN SAVE EVERYONE….!” His
eyes turned red with heat vision, as his tears were evaporated. “I can save
everyone! I’ll save everyone! I CAN SAVE
YOU, PA!

Can’t
I?”

Part Four:

Clark was aroused from his deep slumber by a glowing
green crystal. It had been a few years since Jonathan Kent’s death, and still

The smell of fresh paper filled the offices of The Daily Planet, as fax machines buzzed and printers heaved out the latest news. Receptionists picked up telephone calls from employees and customers. The good reporters kept an eye on a television screen to make sure the competition didn’t catch anything they didn’t. Employees typed away at their computers, and everyone was busy doing their own work.

All, that is, except for Lois Lane...she marched into her boss, Perry White’s office, and slammed the day’s paper down on the desk. “IS THIS THE THANKS I GET?!” she cried, throwing her hands up and the air then attaching them to her hips. “Page twelve?” Lois raised an eyebrow.

Perry White, the owner of the Daily Planet munched on a cigar, puffing out billows of smoke. His cigar had grown soggy from the time it had spent in his mouth. He caught it between two fingers and took it out. “Sorry, Lois, but someone else got the top story.” Perry spun around in his chair, facing the window.

Lois slammed her fist down onto the desk, flinging papers about. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” She cried. “The flying angel story?” by this point, Lois had gone completely berserk, nothing could stop her now. “A little girl reports a red and blue angel saved her when she fell out of a tree and THAT’S the top story?”

Perry wheeled his chair around, cautiously, and raised his hand up to stop Lois. “Look,” he said, careful to form his words correctly, “you’re one of my best—.” Lois gave him a look. “Strike that, THE best reporter I have…I’m not doubting you that your article was good, but a paper needs controversy to sell. Would you rather be out of a job?”

“Put, Perry, the story I found on Luthor—.”

“Could get the man who owns this paper in jail…now we all know Luthor is scum, I’ll grant you that.” Perry paused for a second to spit into his ashtray. “However, what you wrote had some evidence, but wasn’t strong enough to maintain front page news.”

“And a make believe story about a flying angel is?” By now it was clear to Perry that Lois had come prepared. She had a comeback for every argument he had.

Miles away and above the sky, Clark listened. The two conversed back and forth about whether he was real. Today would be his big moment. Today the world would know about Superman. He focused his hearing to find the perfect time to make his big debut. The wind blew gently on his face, relaxing him. He took the time to let it all soak in, and he breathed deep. He closed his eyes and took in each and every word on the conversation…finally, he flew forward! The wind whipped through his face and sprayed his hair back. His scarlet cape fluttered behind him. Onlookers pointed in the sky, unsure what the strange flying object was. Clark felt ridiculous at first, flying in the blankets he was rocketed to Earth in as a baby, but now the blankets felt like a second skin to him.

He swooped by the Daily Planet, slowly down slightly to make sure they caught a glimpse of him. He stopped in midair and began spiraling upwards into the sky. By now everyone had dropped what they were doing to get a look at the strange flying man. The sun shrouded his appearance, and reporters covered their eyes to block it. Perry’s cigar dropped from his mouth, and he gaped in awe.

“He’s real…” Perry whispered, in shock with wonder.

Lois dropped her pen, and looked up. She could almost see the flying man smile down at her. She blushed a bit at the thought of it, yet quickly dismissed the thought. When all was said and done, the figure rocketed past them, flying onward and out of sight.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!” Perry barked, “BACK TA WORK!” at the sound of Perry’s voice everyone scrambled back to wait they were doing. Lois hesitated at the door. This time Perry raised an eyebrow. “Told you.” he smiled.

Lois took one step forward only to be shoved aside by none other than Jimmy Olsen. Only eighteen, Jimmy had yet to prove himself as a photographer. His red hair was spiked with gel and freckled dotted his face. He huffed and puffed as if he had just run a mile. With the last of his breath, he dropped photographs onto Perry’s desk. “I…took them…as soon…as I could…” he huffed.

Perry poured over the pictures. “Looks like a bird.” Perry muttered, turning the picture back and forth. “Olsen!” Perry barked, “do you want our readers thinking you photographed a plane.

“But you just said bird,” Jimmy whimpered, backing away.

Lois snatched the pictures out of Perry’s hand, examining them. “What’s the ‘S’ on his chest stand for?” Lois wondered…he needs a name…” Lois’ voice trailed off, repeating ‘S’ over and over. At last she had it.

“Superman.” she breathed, “he’s Superman….”he thought of him every day. Half asleep, he had forgotten who he was for a
second, and the crystal soon reminded him. The crystal had served as a reminder
to his Father’s death always. He had decided to keep it close, just in case.
Today, however, was different. The crystal glowed an ominous green color, and
Clark rose from bed and touched it. Within minutes strange marking flowed onto
the crystal…he shielded his eyes from a immense flash of light, and suddenly,
all was silent. Not a bird chirping, not a cricket sounding, just him, and the
sound of his breath. He knew what he had to do.

B

The smell of fresh paper filled the offices of The Daily Planet, as fax machines buzzed and printers heaved out the latest news. Receptionists picked up telephone calls from employees and customers. The good reporters kept an eye on a television screen to make sure the competition didn’t catch anything they didn’t. Employees typed away at their computers, and everyone was busy doing their own work.

All, that is, except for Lois Lane...she marched into her boss, Perry White’s office, and slammed the day’s paper down on the desk. “IS THIS THE THANKS I GET?!” she cried, throwing her hands up and the air then attaching them to her hips. “Page twelve?” Lois raised an eyebrow.

Perry White, the owner of the Daily Planet munched on a cigar, puffing out billows of smoke. His cigar had grown soggy from the time it had spent in his mouth. He caught it between two fingers and took it out. “Sorry, Lois, but someone else got the top story.” Perry spun around in his chair, facing the window.

Lois slammed her fist down onto the desk, flinging papers about. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” She cried. “The flying angel story?” by this point, Lois had gone completely berserk, nothing could stop her now. “A little girl reports a red and blue angel saved her when she fell out of a tree and THAT’S the top story?”

Perry wheeled his chair around, cautiously, and raised his hand up to stop Lois. “Look,” he said, careful to form his words correctly, “you’re one of my best—.” Lois gave him a look. “Strike that, THE best reporter I have…I’m not doubting you that your article was good, but a paper needs controversy to sell. Would you rather be out of a job?”

“Put, Perry, the story I found on Luthor—.”

“Could get the man who owns this paper in jail…now we all know Luthor is scum, I’ll grant you that.” Perry paused for a second to spit into his ashtray. “However, what you wrote had some evidence, but wasn’t strong enough to maintain front page news.”

“And a make believe story about a flying angel is?” By now it was clear to Perry that Lois had come prepared. She had a comeback for every argument he had.

Miles away and above the sky, Clark listened. The two conversed back and forth about whether he was real. Today would be his big moment. Today the world would know about Superman. He focused his hearing to find the perfect time to make his big debut. The wind blew gently on his face, relaxing him. He took the time to let it all soak in, and he breathed deep. He closed his eyes and took in each and every word on the conversation…finally, he flew forward! The wind whipped through his face and sprayed his hair back. His scarlet cape fluttered behind him. Onlookers pointed in the sky, unsure what the strange flying object was. Clark felt ridiculous at first, flying in the blankets he was rocketed to Earth in as a baby, but now the blankets felt like a second skin to him.

He swooped by the Daily Planet, slowly down slightly to make sure they caught a glimpse of him. He stopped in midair and began spiraling upwards into the sky. By now everyone had dropped what they were doing to get a look at the strange flying man. The sun shrouded his appearance, and reporters covered their eyes to block it. Perry’s cigar dropped from his mouth, and he gaped in awe.

“He’s real…” Perry whispered, in shock with wonder.

Lois dropped her pen, and looked up. She could almost see the flying man smile down at her. She blushed a bit at the thought of it, yet quickly dismissed the thought. When all was said and done, the figure rocketed past them, flying onward and out of sight.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!” Perry barked, “BACK TA WORK!” at the sound of Perry’s voice everyone scrambled back to wait they were doing. Lois hesitated at the door. This time Perry raised an eyebrow. “Told you.” he smiled.

Lois took one step forward only to be shoved aside by none other than Jimmy Olsen. Only eighteen, Jimmy had yet to prove himself as a photographer. His red hair was spiked with gel and freckled dotted his face. He huffed and puffed as if he had just run a mile. With the last of his breath, he dropped photographs onto Perry’s desk. “I…took them…as soon…as I could…” he huffed.

Perry poured over the pictures. “Looks like a bird.” Perry muttered, turning the picture back and forth. “Olsen!” Perry barked, “do you want our readers thinking you photographed a plane.

“But you just said bird,” Jimmy whimpered, backing away.

Lois snatched the pictures out of Perry’s hand, examining them. “What’s the ‘S’ on his chest stand for?” Lois wondered…he needs a name…” Lois’ voice trailed off, repeating ‘S’ over and over. At last she had it.

“Superman.” she breathed, “he’s Superman….”y then the clock had struck six o’clock, summoning
Martha from her bedroom. Upon arrival to the kitchen she found Clark hastily
cramming a bowl of cereal down his throat, as if he were afraid to miss a bus
to school.

“What on Earth is the matter, Clark?!” Martha said,
quite aghast in a tone only a Mother could have.

“Ma,” Clark said, gulping down the last of his
cereal. “I have to go.”

Martha’s eyes swelled up at the words. “Clark,
honey, what are you talking about?”

Without a word, Clark extracted the crystal from
beneath the table, still glowing green. “It’s calling to me.” Clark told his
Mother, emotions absent from his voice. “I need to go.”

“Where?” cried Martha.

“I don’t know yet…I guess I’ll find out.”

Martha turned aside, biting her lip. “I knew this
day would come.” she said. “But I would’ve thought it would come sooner.” She
gave Clark a weak smile. “Please, Clark…there’s something I want you to take
with you.” she said.

Within a few hours, Clark had said his final
goodbyes to his surrogate Mother, and she had given him the blankets he was
found wrapped in. Clark flew off, carrying the crystal…it spoke to him…giving
him directions on where to go…Clark felt in a haze the whole time, not quite in
control of himself. Finally, he landed in a region covered in snow and ice. Any
normal human wouldn’t survive in these extreme temperatures, yet Clark was not
a human, and not normal for that matter. He could see his breath, but it didn’t
bother him. He walked across the ice caps of the region, and suddenly, he
stopped when the glacier melted into the ocean. He took one last look at the
crystal, and knew what to do.

He tossed the crystal into the ocean, and in no time
at all, a bubbling was seen, and the sound of cardboard tearing was heard as
the crystal grew larger, creating more and more crystal with each passing
second, until finally, a fortress was erected, magnificent in sight, and
gleaming like the sun. He flew into it to see what looked like a control panel
made of crystals…again, it spoke to him, and again, he knew what to do. He extracted
the middle crystal, and to his surprise, a hologram of a giant head appeared
before him. The man’s hair was grey, and his face was full of wrinkles. Time
had not been well to him. He had the look of a wise man, and upon his chest lay
an emblem similar to the one Clark found among the blankets in his rocket.

“I am Jor El.” the hologram stated, “You are my son,
Kal El…this program you have selected will tell you everything you need to know
about Krypton, your birth planet, and your powers and abilities on Earth…my
only regret is that I am not there to see you grow up.” The recording paused.
“Are you ready to begin?”

Clark stared at the hologram for what felt like
hours. All his life he had imagined what his Father might look like, and now he
finally knew. Wonder filled his eyes as tears of joy streamed down his cheeks.
“Yes.” he said at last.

The
Beginning….

Part Five:

The smell of fresh paper filled the offices of The Daily Planet, as fax machines buzzed and printers heaved out the latest news. Receptionists picked up telephone calls from employees and customers. The good reporters kept an eye on a television screen to make sure the competition didn’t catch anything they didn’t. Employees typed away at their computers, and everyone was busy doing their own work.

All, that is, except for Lois Lane...she marched into her boss, Perry White’s office, and slammed the day’s paper down on the desk. “IS THIS THE THANKS I GET?!” she cried, throwing her hands up and the air then attaching them to her hips. “Page twelve?” Lois raised an eyebrow.

Perry White, the owner of the Daily Planet munched on a cigar, puffing out billows of smoke. His cigar had grown soggy from the time it had spent in his mouth. He caught it between two fingers and took it out. “Sorry, Lois, but someone else got the top story.” Perry spun around in his chair, facing the window.

Lois slammed her fist down onto the desk, flinging papers about. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” She cried. “The flying angel story?” by this point, Lois had gone completely berserk, nothing could stop her now. “A little girl reports a red and blue angel saved her when she fell out of a tree and THAT’S the top story?”

Perry wheeled his chair around, cautiously, and raised his hand up to stop Lois. “Look,” he said, careful to form his words correctly, “you’re one of my best—.” Lois gave him a look. “Strike that, THE best reporter I have…I’m not doubting you that your article was good, but a paper needs controversy to sell. Would you rather be out of a job?”

“Put, Perry, the story I found on Luthor—.”

“Could get the man who owns this paper in jail…now we all know Luthor is scum, I’ll grant you that.” Perry paused for a second to spit into his ashtray. “However, what you wrote had some evidence, but wasn’t strong enough to maintain front page news.”

“And a make believe story about a flying angel is?” By now it was clear to Perry that Lois had come prepared. She had a comeback for every argument he had.

Miles away and above the sky, Clark listened. The two conversed back and forth about whether he was real. Today would be his big moment. Today the world would know about Superman. He focused his hearing to find the perfect time to make his big debut. The wind blew gently on his face, relaxing him. He took the time to let it all soak in, and he breathed deep. He closed his eyes and took in each and every word on the conversation…finally, he flew forward! The wind whipped through his face and sprayed his hair back. His scarlet cape fluttered behind him. Onlookers pointed in the sky, unsure what the strange flying object was. Clark felt ridiculous at first, flying in the blankets he was rocketed to Earth in as a baby, but now the blankets felt like a second skin to him.

He swooped by the Daily Planet, slowly down slightly to make sure they caught a glimpse of him. He stopped in midair and began spiraling upwards into the sky. By now everyone had dropped what they were doing to get a look at the strange flying man. The sun shrouded his appearance, and reporters covered their eyes to block it. Perry’s cigar dropped from his mouth, and he gaped in awe.

“He’s real…” Perry whispered, in shock with wonder.

Lois dropped her pen, and looked up. She could almost see the flying man smile down at her. She blushed a bit at the thought of it, yet quickly dismissed the thought. When all was said and done, the figure rocketed past them, flying onward and out of sight.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!” Perry barked, “BACK TA WORK!” at the sound of Perry’s voice everyone scrambled back to wait they were doing. Lois hesitated at the door. This time Perry raised an eyebrow. “Told you.” he smiled.

Lois took one step forward only to be shoved aside by none other than Jimmy Olsen. Only eighteen, Jimmy had yet to prove himself as a photographer. His red hair was spiked with gel and freckled dotted his face. He huffed and puffed as if he had just run a mile. With the last of his breath, he dropped photographs onto Perry’s desk. “I…took them…as soon…as I could…” he huffed.

Perry poured over the pictures. “Looks like a bird.” Perry muttered, turning the picture back and forth. “Olsen!” Perry barked, “do you want our readers thinking you photographed a plane.

“But you just said bird,” Jimmy whimpered, backing away.

Lois snatched the pictures out of Perry’s hand, examining them. “What’s the ‘S’ on his chest stand for?” Lois wondered…he needs a name…” Lois’ voice trailed off, repeating ‘S’ over and over. At last she had it.

“Superman.” she breathed, “he’s Superman….”

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My "Art"

So...yeah, a friend of mine is a truly AMAZING artist, so he was encouraging me to try it...IMO it didn't turn out to well, but I wanted to see what others thought of it...I have no idea what separates good from bad arts. I think it's pretty crappy, but have a look for yourselves and tell me what you think (I don't have a scanner, so I took pictures of them to upload...)

This was supposed to be Captain Atom
The Flash (supposedly)
The first drawing I did...The Hulk

So...yeah....

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DC Genesis: Superman Part Four

Clark was aroused from his deep slumber by a glowing green crystal. It had been a few years since Jonathan Kent’s death, and still he thought of him every day. Half asleep, he had forgotten who he was for a second, and the crystal soon reminded him. The crystal had served as a reminder to his Father’s death always. He had decided to keep it close, just in case. Today, however, was different. The crystal glowed an ominous green color, and Clark rose from bed and touched it. Within minutes strange marking flowed onto the crystal…he shielded his eyes from a immense flash of light, and suddenly, all was silent. Not a bird chirping, not a cricket sounding, just him, and the sound of his breath. He knew what he had to do.

By then the clock had struck six o’clock, summoning Martha from her bedroom. Upon arrival to the kitchen she found Clark hastily cramming a bowl of cereal down his throat, as if he were afraid to miss a bus to school.

“What on Earth is the matter, Clark?!” Martha said, quite aghast in a tone only a Mother could have.

“Ma,” Clark said, gulping down the last of his cereal. “I have to go.”

Martha’s eyes swelled up at the words. “Clark, honey, what are you talking about?”

Without a word, Clark extracted the crystal from beneath the table, still glowing green. “It’s calling to me.” Clark told his Mother, emotions absent from his voice. “I need to go.”

“Where?” cried Martha.

“I don’t know yet…I guess I’ll find out.”

Martha turned aside, biting her lip. “I knew this day would come.” she said. “But I would’ve thought it would come sooner.” She gave Clark a weak smile. “Please, Clark…there’s something I want you to take with you.” she said.

Within a few hours, Clark had said his final goodbyes to his surrogate Mother, and she had given him the blankets he was found wrapped in. Clark flew off, carrying the crystal…it spoke to him…giving him directions on where to go…Clark felt in a haze the whole time, not quite in control of himself. Finally, he landed in a region covered in snow and ice. Any normal human wouldn’t survive in these extreme temperatures, yet Clark was not a human, and not normal for that matter. He could see his breath, but it didn’t bother him. He walked across the ice caps of the region, and suddenly, he stopped when the glacier melted into the ocean. He took one last look at the crystal, and knew what to do.

He tossed the crystal into the ocean, and in no time at all, a bubbling was seen, and the sound of cardboard tearing was heard as the crystal grew larger, creating more and more crystal with each passing second, until finally, a fortress was erected, magnificent in sight, and gleaming like the sun. He flew into it to see what looked like a control panel made of crystals…again, it spoke to him, and again, he knew what to do. He extracted the middle crystal, and to his surprise, a hologram of a giant head appeared before him. The man’s hair was grey, and his face was full of wrinkles. Time had not been well to him. He had the look of a wise man, and upon his chest lay an emblem similar to the one Clark found among the blankets in his rocket.

“I am Jor El.” the hologram stated, “you are my son, Kal El…this program you have selected will tell you everything you need to know about Krypton, your birth planet, and your powers and abilities on Earth…my only regret is that I am not there to see you grow up.” The recording paused. “Are you ready to begin?”

Clark stared at the hologram for what felt like hours. All his life he had imagined what his Father might look like, and now he finally knew. Wonder filled his eyes as tears of joy streamed down his cheeks. “Yes.” he said at last.

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Marvel Genesis: The Hulk- Part Two

Part Two:

The army base was old and decrepit. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and floors. Dust covered almost every inch of every room. The pillars had been worn down by years of termites, and if one were to see it, first glance would give the impression that it would collapse soon…the perfect place for General Thaddeus “Thunderbolt” Ross to continue his operations.

A computer buzzed with life (Despite a few sparks). And inside, General Ross continued to crunch numbers onto his computer.

“I know you’re out there, you big-green-goliath.” he mumbled to himself. Suddenly, his attention was diverted from the screen by the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Ross rushed over to the source to find a long haired blonde man with green eyes, he had a muscular build; that of a bodybuilder. Ross threw his fist at the man, why toppled backwards. As Ross pursued this newfound foe, the enemy sent a kick to the gut, and the two men fought hard. Both were trained well. One in several forms of self defense, the other in military tactics; they two men battled, both using their advantages over each other. They fought long and hard, both on even ground. A kick thrown, a blocked punch, the battle raged on, until finally, Ross was able to get in close to his attacker, and managed to strike blows in close enough range to knock his opponent off balance. With three blows he fell to the ground, blood flowing from his lip. Ross grabbed him by the neck and slammed his head into a pillar.

“I may be old, but I still know how to fight.” Ross remarked. “Now tell me…” he hissed, “I’d like to know just who hire you to invade my little operation.” Ross leaned in closer, and whispered in the man’s ear.

“What’s your name, soldier?”

The man said nothing, pondering whether or not to talk, as blood trickled down his face. He weighed his options, unmoving, and disturbingly still. Finally, he uttered the words: “Samson…Leonard Samson.”

“Good.” Ross hissed.

*** *** ***

Bruce poured himself over Ross’s files, desperately trying to find evidence that could cure his predicament. He bit his lip so hard a drop of blood spattered on the paper. Bruce’s eyes diverted to where the blood spilled, and noticed an annotation.

The super computer is the first of its kind, designed to track radiation…

Bruce’s attention was drawn from the papers as a woman entered the room.

“Betty—!” Bruce shouted.

“Bruce,” Betty Ross said. Her hair was bright brown and had a polished feel to it, her cheek red as an apple, and her eyes as blue as the sea. Bruce had longed to be with her since the day they met. “Bruce, just because I’m hiding you from my father doesn’t mean you have to thank me every chance you get.” She dropped a sandwich on his lap. “Enjoy,” she giggled. “If you need anything, let me know.” She turned around and gave him one last look before walking out the door.

Bruce’s mind wandered, wondering how this all began….the experiment…the N Zone…the creatures….bonded forever…cursed. His mind drifted into some imaginary universe.

It all started three years ago in a secret military base, in the middle of a desert. No life was around for miles, save for insects. Inside that base, were several scientists and soldiers swarmed the laboratory..Among them were partners in science Samuel Sterns and Emil Blonsky, General Ross, and chief among them, Bruce Banner.

In the corner of the base, Blonsky and Sterns brooded over what to do.

“He stole our research, Sterns.” Emil grunted, his thick Russian accent seeping through his words.

“I know, Emil.”

“We were on the verge of this discovery before he beat us to it!”

“I know, Emil.” Sterns sighed.

“Someone has to do something about this!”

“Emil, I have a plan.” Blonsky’s head snapped to the side, giving Samuel Sterns a look as if to say ‘what the hell are you talking about?’

“Please, enlighten me.”

Sterns pointed to the control panel of the experiment, “look for the dial in the center, turn the dial to the limit, sabotage his experiment, then we’ll be the first to crack this experiment successfully. His career will be ruined, while ours will be skyrocketed.”

Blonsky sneered. “Good plan, doc….good plan.”

While this was going on, Bruce Banner was addressing a crowd of army men and scientists about the experiment. Only top men were allowed to know about it; a fact that made Bruce Banner quite nervous.

“Gentlemen,” Bruce said, “What I am about to do will change the world as we know it forever. What I am about to do is break a dimensional barrier into a realm known as the Negative Zone.”

“And how does this benefit the United States army?” Ross asked from the crowd in a slightly angered tone.

“Well, we don’t know much about what’s in the negative zone, or N Zone for short, however, it has been speculated that it is almost entirely energy.” Bruce paused as he saw the dissatisfied look on Ross’s face. “However, some reports on the N Zone,” Bruce continued, nervously, “show that there may be creatures inside it. If we can make peace with those creatures, imagine what that would do for our army, to have interdimensional beings we can call upon?”

Ross smiled, “I like the sound of that.”

Finally, Bruce handed out green suits, telling everyone that it is for their own safety. He stepped over to his control panel, and the machine hummed with life. “Opening portal in five…four…three…two…one!”

The boom could be heard from miles away, the shockwave kicked up a dust storm, spraying sand throughout the desert. If anyone without protective suits were to look at the light, they would be instantly blinded, despite being miles away. The portal had been opened.

Bruce stared through the portal. “It’s…beautiful….it’s true…almost entirely energy…fascinating!” The group of scientists clapped with approval, but this was suddenly cut short when the machine clicked and whirred, making unusual sounds. Electricity crackled and popped, as Bruce’s gaze turned to the dial. “Oh, ****.”

In a deafening explosion, multiple creatures poured out of the negative zone, stretching and warping, until they shot into space. Although, three remained: The first one leaped through the portal and went to tackle Bruce, but as he went to touch him, he disintegrated, and nearly melted into Banner, like water going down a drain. Bruce fell to the ground with a thud.

The second one ran at Sterns, and the two collided, both were sent flying from the base.

Blonsky, however, looked intently at the third creature. “Such raw….power,” Blonsky whispered. Without hesitation, he ran toward the creature, grabbing it by the neck, as he too was absorbed by the creature. The conscious men fled the scene as fast as they could as the place went up in flames.

On that day, the world was changed forever…

Bruce awoke from his trance suddenly by a telephone ringing. He scrambled to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“It’s Jen.” a voice came from the other side. There was a slight apprehensive tone to Jen's voice. She sounded quite alarmed. “I have some bad news,” she told Bruce, “The man I hired; Doc Samson…Ross has caught him.”

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Marvel Genesis: The Hulk- Part One

A REBOOT OF MY MARVEL GENESIS: INCREDIBLE HULK SERIES

Part One:

The room was filled with random flings of metal, as well as being nearly covered in crumpled papers. Random pencils and pens lay about from tireless hours of jotting down notes. Filing cabinets were stacked against the wall. The air was hot and humid; Bruce Banner could not afford air conditioning.

Banner flung papers from his filing cabinet onto his desk, where a lone lamp (his only light source) shined brightly on them. Small bits of dust shone through the lamps light. Bruce sat down at the desk and poured himself over the papers, taking an occasional bight of a ham sandwich he had prepared earlier. Finally, after hours of searching, the name he was looking for popped up.

General Thaddeus Ross

“There you are,” Bruce said, fiddling with his glasses. “Now what has your research found me this time...”

*** *** ***

Jennifer Walters had stayed up all night, examining evidence that could convict a caught killer. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, fighting hard to stay awake as she tried to read the text (which soon began to blur) She found herself falling asleep and would soon catch herself and begin to read from where she left off.

It was during a time like this that Jennifer was awoken by a loud ringing from the phone. In a half asleep trance-like movement, she fumbled across her desk for the phone, and picked it up.

“Hello?” Jennifer’s voice was groggy from long nights without sleep. She had a murder case and a killer to convict. Not one for distractions, she was angry with the caller.

“I need a favor.” came a depressed, yet slightly familiar voice from the other end of the line. Jennifer snapped up, now fully awake and alert.

“OhmyGod!” she quickly cried, “Bruce?!”

“Jen,” he said, “I need a favor; do you have a pen?”

Jennifer fumbled around her desk, searching frantically. “Yes, yes, there’s one here somewhere! With surprising speed, she withdrew a pen from a drawer, “go ahead.”

“I need some information on a name.” Bruce told her, “I was hoping you could pulls some strings, and use any connections you might have." There was a sense of urgency in his voice.

“So what’s the name?” Jennifer asked frantically.

“Thaddeus Ross.” Jennifer dropped her pen and slammed the phone down and leapt out of her chair as if frightened by something crawling across the floor. She put her head to her temple. “Oh God, Bruce…what have you done now?”

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Aquaman: New Breed-Part One

My name is Arthur Curry…call me Aquaman. A few weeks ago I had discovered a mysterious race of human-reptile hybrids. They popped up every now and then, with scales and fangs. After a while I grew suspicious…I decided to chase a lead and go to Gotham City…

I remember the night clearly; the rain pouring down my face, invigorating my body. Lightning flashed on the horizon as the docks stood still. It was then that the water began to stir. The stagnant pool now alive with splashes and ripples; from the water came three men. Of course I was shocked, the hybrids I had faced earlier looked more reptile than man…but these beings had been underwater for quite some time…the marks on their fingers from the water told me as much. It was then that I remembered how it all began…in New York City…an abandoned warehouse.

Since I resigned my crown, I had focused my attention toward heroics, so when I learned that there was drug peddling going on in the crime ridden areas of New York, so I decided to investigate.

The acrid scent of nicotine filled my lungs as a man smoked garette. I watched through a hidden vent as the drug peddlers turned out tobe something much more.

One man with blonde hair and blue eyes, slightly more built than I was (but obviously far weaker) had lifted a veil off of a shipment. Machines. Machines from the American government were being peddled into the hands of drug lords. From the looks of it, when agarbage truck pulled up, I knew a meeting would take place.

To my surprise, reptilian beasts filed out of the truck. Their emerald scales covered their bodies, and their yellow and black eyes were from the gates of hell itself…sharp pointed fangs covered their mouths, givingthem a truly menacing look.

“I take it you like what you see…” a drug lord had said, slightly slyly.

“Yesssss.” hissed the reptilian, his tongue swaying back and forth. “Very good.”

“Do you have the cash?” another drug lord had asked. He grinned rom ear to ear, as avarice filled his every word...he let out a small puff of smoke.

The reptiles looked at each other, apprehensively, then turned back to the drug lord, smiling wickedly. “Incidentally, we do not.” It was their turn to smile

their leader told the drug lords. They immediately went for their guns. “Son of a—.”

In one fluid motion, the reptiles attacked, forming combat positions. I knew trying to save the drug lords would be in vain, yet I didn’t want to risk it, trident in hand, I leapt down from the ventilation system, tossing my trident through the air. It gleamed like the sun, spinning arrogantly as if to challenge it's opponent as it impaled a reptile.Blood sprayed in all directions like saliva from the mouth. I was too late. The drug lords were dead on the spot, leaving me alone with the monsters. I never liked reptiles, anyway.

I faced them one by one, sparring back and forth with them. Their strength matched my, however my training gave me and advantage. I threw powerful blows with strength behind every punch. Each blow was a tactica advantage, giving me an advantage for each attack. Every defense was an offense as I took them down one by one. Finally, a trident through the abdomen took down the last one. I was sure not to strike any vital organs with my blow.

“Talk!” I shouted, “Who are you?”

“We shall inherit the Earth!” the reptile hissed, “The Gorgons are the rightful rulers of the Earth!” he babbled on, blood sprayingfrom his mouth. “Perfect mixture of land and sea!” he began to choke, and pulled a knife from out of his heart, as he slumped over, stone cold and dead.

After the incedent, I had to track down the world's greatest detective...even I can admit when I need help. And so, I saw these reptile hyrbids emerge from the water, and my pupils dilated in shock as I noticed the technology they were carrying with them.

Atlantean technology...they had invaded Atlantis...

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Ultimate Flash- Part One

Other chapter was deleted, so here's this one:

Part One:

Central City:

Barry Allen had decided to stay late that fateful night. He knew Sam Scudder was guilty, and was on the verge of breaking the case wide open. His fingerprints were all over the mirror shards found covering the victim...just as he was about to find the evidence he needed, the clock struck eight. Barry's head shot up.

"Oh, no!" he said to himself. "Iris!"

As usual, Barry had forgotten his date with Iris West. As he spun out of his lab chair that night....his life was changed forever.

For once in his life, Barry moved too fast. As he spun around to run, he accidentally knocked over a shelf of chemicals, spilling it all over himself. "DAAAAAAAAMN!" he cried in frustration. An in a bizarre twist of fate, a lightning bolt crashed through the window, striking Barry. As he fell to the ground with a thud, shards of glass in his face, the irony hit him that he might die, similar to the case he stayed up so late trying to crack....he was wrong.

A golden figure, dressed with a red lightning bolt on his chest grabbed him by the collar. "Thank God for historical records." the man said. Tossing him to the floor. "Unfortunately, they forgot to mention that apparently, I was the one who gave you your powers in the first place. My name's Thawne.....Eobard Thawne." Thawne took advantage of Barry's drowsiness, punching him at super speed. "AND I. WILL. BE. YOUR. GREATEST. ENEMY!"

Surprisingly, Barry actually managed to catch a punch, despite it moving at the speed of light. He picked himself up, slowly, grunting from the tremendous pain, and moved swiftly. Before he could process what had happened, he had pushed the man out the window. But when he looked out of it, he was gone.

Barry awoke with a gasp, and touched his face to make sure everything was real. No glass in his face. He was just soaking wet. A beaker full of what looked like water was broken on the floor. "Just a dream..." he told himself. “Just a dream." Barry looked at the clock in the room, and saw that it was past midnight. He rushed out the door.

Barry started walking home. Halfway, however, the rain began to make him feel miserable. He was cold and wet and thinking he was going to die of hypothermia. A car drove by, kicking up water and splashing him with even more water, soaking him even more. He noticed a cab driving by, and shouted out to it. "TAXI!" he cried. "TAXI!" much to his chagrin, the taxi sped by him. "No you don't." he muttered, teeth chattering. He ran after the cab, desperate for a ride home. However, when he blinked, he saw no taxi in front of him. He looked back for only a second to see it fading in the distance. When he stopped, he noticed he had ran about five miles, by the looks of things, and in less than a second. He grabbed his head. "What is going on with me?" he said to himself. He starting fingering his college ring, looking at it this way and that, until he inadvertently a button on it's side, and a costume sprung out, latching itself on to Barry. "WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON?!" he shouted. Another look at his college ring told him it was copper, not silver like the one had has actually recieved. Someone had stolen his college ring and replaced it with a fake! He touched his face. "That was no dream."

On instinct, he began to run. And the world shifted around him. Everything moved in slow motion....

......and he had never felt better in his life.

He let out a scream of delight, running across the city, turning over every corner and rock, looking everywhere. After several hours of this, he finally had to stop to catch his breath. However, where he stopped just happened to be the unluckiest part of town. He turned his head to the side to see an elderly woman was being mugged in a street corner. Giving it no thought, he ran to help. "If I've got powers like those Super-people I've been hearing about, I might as well put it to good use." he mumbled to himself.

In a blur of motion, he ran past one of the muggers, striking him with a punch, and sending him flying into the air, and to the ground. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop himself in time and ran into a wall. The other mugger snickered. "Who the **** do you think you are?" he asked, "Gay *** mother**** in a spandex costume?"

"Watch the language." Barry warned.

The thug sneered. "Make me." He smiled, exposing a few teeth. He pulled a gun and shot. Everything was slow, as the chunk of lead came spiraling out of the barrel, a simple step to the side allowed Barry to dodge the bullet; he ran towards him and tackled him to the ground. "NO MORE!" He shouted, punching the man in the face. He let out a whimper, and fell into unconsciousness.

"It's okay." Barry said, trying to comfort the elderly woman. "It's okay."

"Who are you?" the woman asked. "You did that so quickly, in...A Flash...."

Barry was speechless. He had no idea what to say. "I'm the Flash." he said, without thinking. He regretted it the minute the words came out of his mouth.

"Th-thank you, sir!" the woman said.

"I have to go." Barry responded, hurrying to leave the scene. He took off down the street.

"What the hell just happened to my life...?" he asked himself.

*** *** ***

It had been two weeks since Barry gained his powers, and he was starting to feel like he was getting the hang of them. "The Flash" had even become and urban myth in Central City. He woke up, one day and grinned ear to ear. He had to pinch himself just to make sure everything he had done hadn't been a dream. He climbed out of bed and started to get ready for work. Sam Scudder's trial was today, and he was to testify.

He clicked on the TV as he tied his bow tie, and went over the last of the crime lab's evidence. It was then that he heard his girlfriend, Iris West, reporting on TV.

"....shocking, yet undeniable evidence that THE FLASH does, in fact, exist." Barry zipped over to the TV, staring as he saw a shaking camera recording his battle with the two muggers from when he first got his powers.

"Our source recorded the fight with his phone from his apartment window. Seen here is the Flash saving a woman from a mugging--"

Barry switched off the TV, confident that some publicity couldn't be too bad. He even reassured himself that even the super-guy over in Metropolis got some coverage. He then made his way out of his apartment and tried to hail a cab to work.

*** *** ***

"...found jagged glass covering the victim's body." Barry testified. "It can be presumed that the killer hit the victim repeatedly with a mirror or some other kind of glass." Barry shifted in his seat uncomfortably, straightening his bow tie. "Add to the fact the Scudder spent time in jail before working on mirrors, and told prison psychologists that working with mirrors fascinated him, and you have a weapon of choice." He paused to let what he said sink in to the jury. "Not to mention the fact that Mr. Scudder's fingerprints were found underneath the victim's fingernails. This is a fact, ladies and gentlemen: Sam Scudder is guilty of murder in the first degree." Barry and Scudder seemed to stare each other down for a while before the judge's gavel hit the stand.

As Barry began to leave the court, he overheard a cop talking into his police band.

"Car jacking?" he said. "Where are they?" Barry heard a voice on the other end answer "YOUR WAY, GENIUS! TAKE CARE OF IT!" As if to expel any doubt, a car sped by the courthouse, with three police cars in tow. Barry knew they could use the help, so he found a deserted room, and suited up.

The passenger leaned out the window, aiming his automatic rifle, firing steady bursts at the cops; one of which hit the tires of a car, causing a chain reaction that stopped all three police men.

The driver looked out his rear view mirror to see a scarlet blur heading towards them. "Aw, ****" the passenger sighed.

Flash ran up side by side with the car. "PULL OVER!" he shouted, despite knowing it wouldn't work. The passenger pulled out a handgun, but Flash was able to take him out with a powerful sock to the jaw before he was able to fire it. As the car sped up, Barry matched it, and began to formulate a plan. Bit by bit, he pried off parts to the car until only the two men were left, and they were soon apprehended.

Barry skidded to a halt, observing the scene. He was about to turn around to leave when a scarlet-gloved-hand punched his face. The golden man from before stood tall while Barry sunk to the ground.

"Youshouldn'tbehereBarry." he said swiftly, kicking him to the street. "Youareabovethem!" Thawne grabbed Flash by the collar and struck him repeatedly. He let him fall to the ground then quickly snapped his fingers, generating a sonic boom from the friction. Flash grabbed his head as he sailed through the air. Thawne circled his arms, creating a whirlwind. Flash parroted the move, and golden and scarlet met. For eternity, the whirlwinds fought, until Flash was able to get to his feet, and provided more power than Thawne could handle, sending him flying back. Flash took the advantage, grabbing the wheel of the car he had dismantled earlier and flung it at Thawne at super speed, knocking him to the ground. Flash took his chance while Thawne was temporarily dazed. "WHO ARE YOU?!" He ordered. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!"

Thawne smiled. "I only try to make people better." He said, slyly. Thawne punched Flash across the face, and when he recovered, he was gone.

*** *** ***

The guards tossed Scudder into his cell.. "Enjoy your stay," one said, spitting on him. "You're going to be here for a looong time." With that the door was shut behind him.

Just then, Scudder saw his friend, James Jesse, in his reflection in the mirror. "Took me long enough to figure out how to get this thing working." Jesse said.

"Trickster," Scudder said, "Finally."

"We Rogues look out for each other, Mirror Master." Jesse replied. "Now let's get you out of here...nobody wants you telling the Central City Cops that the Rogues exist....we don't want to be found." Scudder jumped through the mirror into the Rogue's hideout.

"At least....Not yet...."

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