Heroicits - 22 - The Clock Strikes Five (part one)WARNING: This is a series finale, which I've been leading up to for TWO YEARS. It won't make any sense on its own. Also, spoooileerss!More Like This
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My name is Rayon Hunter. I am twenty-seven years old. This summer, I’ll have been the king of Heroicits for five years. Most of that reign has been good. I have protected and served my family and my people unfailingly. I took down a crime lord, countless ogre chieftains, and a hundred other villains like them. I have forged powerful alliances and made equally powerful enemies. Above all, I have tried very hard to do the right thing.
The story I am about to tell you, however, is not one of which I am particularly proud. As I sit in retrospection, I wonder if I could’ve do
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“What do you think they meant when they said ‘hindsight is 20/20’?”
“They meant it was a bad idea to do stunts like this one.”
“Naaaah. Waugh! He’s gaining! Quick, teleport!”
The Magical World Jail…
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Ivy went to the window, where little Alek was gazing into the growing darkness of the night. Snow was falling gently from the sky, large flakes blanketing the ground in a layer of white. The Orinabalian town was falling into peaceful slumber, despite the biting winter chill.
“Alek,” Ivy said gently, “It’s past your bedtime. The snow will still be there in the morning.”
“But grandma,” Alek whined, “Where are mommy and daddy?”
“I told you, dear child,” Ivy cooed, “They went to a dance. They won’t be back until very late.
Heroicits - 5 - Demon in the Bell Tower “Hyde, I’m depending on you to deliver this report to Captain Tomas, in Orinabal. Do you think you can manage?”More Like This
“I don’t know, sir. You might need to come along and tell me what to do and how to do it.”
“I’ll be in town visiting my brother. If you get “lost”, I’ll show you how to get home.”
“You can “count” on me, sir.”
“That’s the “spirit”.”
Orinabal was located southwest from Heroicits, their corner bord
Quarrel (part one)The link to part two is in the description.More Like This
“You know, Rayon,” I said, regarding the crumpled heap of man that was spread across my office floor, “When I said Nessah was in a bad mood, it was a warning, not an open invitation.”
“I don’t care,” Rayon mumbled into the floor, since he was face-down. “Get me to Sara.”
“You can’t get yourself there?”
“That man broke every bone in my body.”
“Awww, Nessah’s not that mean!” I said, stooping. I grabbed his metal arm, tugging. Rayon glided into a relatively upright position, moving not unlike a slug. His b
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The Magical Kingdom…
“Operation Albatross,” Nessah lamented. “What a terrible year 2011 was.”
Nessah stood from the couch, shuffling over to the window. The baby was asleep in his arms. Nessah held him tenderly as he looked out the window, gazing into the forest outside of their home. Snow stood, and she drifted behind him sympathetically. She and Nessah both stared out the window, admiring the landscape.
“Operation Albatross,” Nessah repeated reverently, “The day the capital burned. The day our ally turned against us, the day we felt the cold sting of betrayal. None felt it worse than our dear Writer. How scared she was. I
Little BrotherMore Like This
Marcus leaned, hands shoulder width apart on the pipe steel railing, looking down upon his brother's vacated domain. He'd been gone three weeks, and yet the tear inside was as raw now as it had been when the call had finally come from the hospital.
Eleven minutes separated them at birth, but Nathan had always considered himself the 'big brother', more athletic, more self assured. Marcus grew up always right beside him, and yet forever in his shadow.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and in that instant was laughing and rolling on the family's basement floor, trying desperately to gain the upper hand, having it, just for a moment before his twin would twist free, and lock him in a strangle hold. "You may be fast, but I'll always be faster little brother." Tears struggled to the surface as he reopened his eyes and surveyed the carefully orchestrated chaos spread out below.
They'd been so very much alike as boys, through grade and high school. Only in university did t
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Judy knelt on the pavement, struggling to process the confusion of the moment, the familiar form on the ground before her, the woven mass of tubing and wires snaking off into a sea of blinking lights and chirping boxes.
She was kneeling beside a man, one lying stretched out on the asphalt, his eyes unfocused and staring towards the stars. A dark grey blanket had been laid across his torso from one shoulder to the opposite hip, wide tape of an even darker grey securing it both to his uniform and the ground beneath him. Her eyes traveled across her husband's still form, from the trickle of blood striping his cheek to the point beneath the grey fabric where he became unfathomably thin. There were dark marks forming on the grey where the fluids they were pumping into him were defying all attempts to keep them from seeping out again.
Farther up the street a white jet of flame sent molten alloy and smoke streaking into the night as a crew began cutting open what must have been the
Water of LifeMore Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st