Continued from Part Sixteen A force far more powerful than the Human Muscle grabbed Commander Jus-tice and threw him down a spiraling vortex. What had hit him? Mystic screamed, “Get back where you belong!” Commander Justice broke through the vortex. He hurtled from the sky on a collision course with a sulfuric sea of sand. Continued…
Continued from Part Fifteen Captain Justice tried to mouth. “I’m sorry,” to his grandson for getting him into this, but the words wouldn’t come. “God,” he managed. A light flashed in the room. It couldn’t be. But it was. Commander Justice, an avenging ghost, grabbed their attacker’s neck so tight that the Human Muscle’s grip…
Continued from Part Fourteen In the vortex, Commander Justice fought Dark Mystic through a transparent tunnel. Dark Mystic hovers towards the por-tal. Commander Justice’s furious fists pummeled Dark Mystic. “Sorry pal, you’re going to have a good night’s sleep.” “No, you can’t defeat me. I’m the champion of hell.” Commander Justice karate chopped Mystic’s exposed…
Continued from Part Thirteen: Captain Justice and Commander Justice Jr. faced the Human Muscle in Jesse Miller’s hospital room. The Human Muscle laughed. “Does the old folks home know you’re gone?” Captain Justice smirked. Water off a duck’s back. “Muscle, I busted you thirty years ago. I’ll do it again.” “Oh how I’ve missed our…
Continued from Part Twelve Small Packages grabbed Captain Revolution by his shoelaces and spun him in the air. Captain Revolution screamed. “Let go of me you comic fool. You’re ruining everything.” “Huh?” “Let me down and you’ll see.” Small Packages dropped Captain Rev-olution, who stood up and whistled. Tarantula King jumped Dark Mystic and bit…
Continued from Part Eleven Sariah Miller sat beside her husband’s empty hospital bed. “Jesse, what would you do?” “How touchingly melodramatic,” a raspy voice said. Sariah turned. The Human Muscle stood in the door, a whole 600 pounds of bone-crushing power. His emblem, a large bicep, flexed on his red spandex leotard. Sariah stood. “How…
Continued from Part Ten The Sword tapped his blade on the yellow sand as the entire surviving pop-ulation of the hero colony stood at the pen-insula five miles from camp. “All right, Revolution, you told us that you and Pan-theon had figured out where everyone had disappeared to. So let’s have it.” “Tarantula King, come…
Continued from Part Nine The motorcycle sputtered and died. It’d been a few days since DJ had completed his hero basic training and to show him he was part of the team, Captain Justice had decided to let DJ pick out their vehicle. Big mistake. Captain Justice said, “Okay, I’m tak-ing this back to the…
Continued from Part Eight An acrid burning scent prodded Small Packages. “Is this Hell or just purgatory?” “Neither,” a feminine voice replied. Small Packages opened his eyes. Across from him sat that maniac Payday tied up. The Empress stood over a campfire roasting a spit of Proto-cabbage, the one edible plant on this rock. Small…
Continued from Part Seven “History!” Small Packages shouted in the woods. He could only see three feet ahead of him. The search party trudged through the fog. “Commander Justice, do you see anything?” “No! Zion?” “Negative! With fog this dense, we could wander around forever and never find him.” Commander Justice sighed. “All right, let’s…