Gum Belle, Episode I
The tall, handsome waiter moved easily through the pale wonderland that was the Plaza Nightclub. The tables were pearly white, the chairs were white ash, the floor was white marble, and the plates were pure white china. He himself wore a white uniform, and he delivered the food and drink with hands encased in white cotton gloves. Each table was set with a tall white candle, and he made sure each was lit with a pure, alabaster flame as he passed them by. The bandstand, all silver and stucco, was stocked with very fine musicians in bright ivory suits that glittered in the stage lights. They played the latest music; the Big Band stuff that was all the rage with young people like the waiter.
White, you could say, was the color of the day at the Plaza Nightclub, which made the six big men at the owners table so very conspicuous. They all wore dark suits with matching snap-brim hats pulled low over their eyes. Several wore black leather gloves, and their oily patent-leather loafers lur
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a spray of gas bombs hit her square in the face and blossomed into sickly green fumes. Gum Belles eyes rolled back in their sockets and her head fell into a stack of her own coiled neck. The crooks van roared off, its six heavy wheels leaving deep tire tracks in the unconscious womans shapeless body. Bum Frank coughed and sneezed and struggled against the belt that kept him tied the deathtrap that was now the freighter Confidence, but to no avail.
Just then, FBI Special Agent Lionel Ricketts awoke with a gasp and a pounding headache. The Confidence was littered with bodies, and there was a big pile of some rubbery red sheeting in the middle of the deck. The custom armored jobbie was long gone, but the cloying stench of the gas was everywhere.
What a mess, he grumbled. Leave it to the criminal element to vomit all over six months hard work. Jenkins was still curled in a fetal position next to one of the gangsters, whose gas mask ha
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Ricketts looked up, saw the falling gargoyle, and moved faster than he ever had in his life. He shoved Ted and the blonde away from him, so hard that they fell to the ground, then turned to run.
Ted hit the pavement hard as people ran everywhere around him. He rolled and flailed to keep from being trampled. Something red darted past him, like a serpent. There was an earth-shaking slam, like a giants fist punching the pavement, and gray dust billowed across the sidewalk. He raised his head, saw his Das bowler hat roll out of the dense, gray cloud, and wept.
Well, well, well, said a merry contralto voice. Looks like I caught a whopper.
The dust was clearing. There stood a pretty woman with long blonde hair and a bright red and gold costume that resembled an aviators flight suit. She was leaning against the gargoyle, and was chewing something with relaxed ease as she held her arm a good ten feet up in the air like an anglers pole, where Lion
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Ted Ricketts dashed from Helmut Arcturions opera box, only to see a red-gold cocoon pulsing high above the lobby floor. Rubbery tentacles swarmed around it, each bearing a frightened opera patron, but it was his fathers face, red and straining, eyes bulging as the cocoon crushed the life out of him, that rammed an ice-cold spike of terror through his heart.
Da! he cried, his voice high and shrill.
Gum Belles head looped around on its waving, fleshy stalk of a neck, and Ted barely had enough time to glimpse the vacant, dead look in her eyes before another tentacle peeled from her body with a soft, floppy flick and whickered through the air at him.
But Ted, though only an average student in the classroom, was an attentive pupil during recess, which had taught him many valuable skills, thanks to playground bullies. One of them was: when attacked, surprise.
He ran forward. The tentacle undulated lower and whipped at his ankles, but he hopped over
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Blue-white energy coruscated between the focusing rings and across the copper wires like crawling ghosts. A high-pitched whine came from the cattle prod, and the piston hissed as it rose and spun, aimed the weapon at them. Ricketts pushed himself down the bench towards Gum Belle; Gum Belle wiggled towards Ricketts. They met in the middle, as the gun tracked them with cold precision.
If this is your idea of quality time --
He never finished the sentence. The web of light spun and flared, the whine rose to a piercing tingle, and, with a crack like thunder, a bolt of white-hot electricity lashed out at them.
Gum Belle had stretched herself across the room like a sheet, attached to the ceiling by suction-cup hands. A wavering stream of white light bled around her like a halo, and her midsection bulged as something hammered against it. The sheet drooped a little as she fell into a fit of laughter, her mouth spread grote
Gum Belle, Episode VI, Part IIGum Belle slouched in her chair. Two acts into an opera and the Skull still hadn't made a move. She stifled a yawn. If his plan was to make her die of boredom, then he was doing a pretty good job at it.Gum Belle, Episode VI, Part II6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Maybe her little stakeout wouldn't be so bad if the opera were more exciting. The first act had almost done her in, all lovey-dovey German squawking and sappy hand-holding by some guy named Siegmund and some girl named Sieglinde. Bleah! The second act started off a little better, with a tall, grim-looking fellow with a patch over one eye and a spunky blonde who wore a nifty suit of armor that Gum Belle thought would look very swank on her -- in a different color, natch. There had been a sword fight in there second act, too, which was all well and good, but it had ended much too quickly (and too cleanly) for her tastes. Black Mask would have given her more juicy details.
The less said about the third act, the better. Sure, there was some action in the beginning, but then it
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There was a sound behind Frank like a snake burping and his neck burned. Blood trickled down his spine in a warm, wavering stream. He had a moment of clear and lucid thought -- Did that muther just shoot me? -- before he slammed into the alley wall and collapsed.
Vincent Salucci walked over to his car and picked up a telephone receiver mounted on the back of the drivers side seat. There was a moment of static on the other end of the line, then Eddie the Rats nasal voice came through. Yeah, boss?
The couriers down. Pick him up.
Sure thing, boss.
Soon enough, the lumbering, armored, six-wheeled monstrosity of a van that they had used for the Confidence job screeched to a stop at the other end of the alley. Eddie, Brick Mick, and a few recently-promoted soldiers jumped out, picked up Franks prone body, and hauled him inside.
You sure about the drop-off point, boss? Eddie asked over the phone, as the van
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You call this a tasteful costume? It was only Alines first day as a superheroine and already she was finding reasons to regret that particular decision. Eliza looked at the outfit laid out before the two of them and shrugged.
Whats wrong with it? It is made out of materials that will stretch with you, its insulated, should present at least some form of protection against extreme heat, cold, or electricity, and I made sure to get it in your favorite colors, white and green. Aline picked up the green sleeveless vest which would make up the upper half of the uniform.
It was, to put it politely, completely devoid of fabric around a certain portion of her anatomy. Perhaps I should have been more specific when I said tasteful I meant completely covers my breasts is that clear enough? Eliza shrugged mightily.
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The child vanished over the side with a piercing scream.
"No!" Gum Belle lashed out her arm, sent it spooling down the stairwell, willed it to move faster...faster...before the girl hit the lobby floor and burst open like an overripe melon. She felt the strain on her shoulder, very much like the tenuous sensation of a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. Gum Belle's fingers lengthened, brushed the girl's bare toes, but she couldn't get a good hold, and --
Suddenly, her arm whisked past the girl and pooled in the lobby like too much toothpaste. Had she missed? Gum Belle stretched her neck out and peered over the edge with half-closed eyes; she didn't want to see an innocent life splattered all over the lobby.
She didn't. The girl hung suspended by her ankle only one flight above the floor, held aloft by a big, meaty hand. Her shift had fallen up over her face, and her underclothes were on display for public view -- especially by her brother, who took the opportunity to la
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It was snowing on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall.
The woman in black burrowed deeper into her coat and rubbed her hands together beneath her fur hand muff. It couldn't be warmer then fifteen degrees Fahrenheit, and the harsh, blustery wind made her face numb and stiff. No wonder the lovely lads in the press department called this the Cold War.
She turned down a narrow, dingy alley, her boot-heels clicking briskly on the cobbles. Something vaguely human was huddled beneath a pile of white-dusted rubbish. She made the effort not to look too closely at it. She couldn't afford pity. She was on the clock.
The alley opened onto a street. Across the way was a local bar. Its small-paned windows were too frosty and fogged up to see inside, but two drunks slumped by the front door, singing boisterously in German. Best to move now, before they saw her and wondered why the pretty lady was skulking in the shadows. The woman in black twitched her s
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"You know you are the first person to see my secret lair," said Owl Man as he stood behind a mini bar mixing drinks in a shaker.
"I somehow doubt that," said Rubbermaid as she took the margarita glass and sipped from it.
"So, you want to tell me the whole story or should I stuff you into a bottle again and drop you off at home?"
"It wasn't real nice of you to do that in the first place," she pouted, swirling her drink in its glass.
"Secret lair, secret location." he said simply as he sat down at a bar stool beside her.
"Ok, I'll tell you my origin story only if you tell me yours. Deal?"
She paused, "It's a sad story. You sure you want to hear it?"
"So is mine," he replied.
"Well, I was only twelve years old." she said staring blankly into her bubbling drink.
"Daddy worked at a R&D firm for a plastics company, PlasTek. He was a brilliant scientist with several degrees in the fields of physics and chemistry. In
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Wake up already! It was not just with a most ungracious shout that Aline was awoken, but she was actively shoved off the bed a few moments later. Alines eyes shot open, and she twisted about to face Eliza. Hey, what was that for? Eliza bent down and slowly swept her hand across the room.
Well first of all, the next time you wake up and need to use the bathroom, get up and walk there like everyone else rather then just stretching the lower half of your body into it. This place looks like an obstacle course, and I get enough of manuvering my way through those at work. Take a look at what I had to make my way through in order to get here...
She bent down, grabbed Alines neck and pulled. After extending her friends neck above the bed Aline could see that her legs were stretched out leading away from her bed
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Aline was enjoying a pleasant nights sleep when she was suddenly awakened from her dreams by a sharp rapping on her rooms window. Of course her arm was halfway to the door connecting her and Elizas room before she realized this fact, and even then it was only because the rapping came a second time.
Aline hoped that in the darkness whoever was at that window hadnt been able to clearly make out the way her body had distorted itself and began to rapidly retract her arm. She looked at the window blinking a few times and as her mind slowly began to resume normal functioning she realized what was making that particular sound. She was just able to see a white-gloved hand, and only a hand, rapping on her second-story window.
She still had no idea exactly what that meant, but was completely sure of just one thing, whatever was going on out there was superheroine business.