Continued from Part One Ian’s body throbbed with pain. Why couldn’t they have killed me? I want to die! Jalzabel shouted via Ian’s lips, “Take care of this body, Markum. It’s got a bullet wound and other miscellaneous problems.” Markum said, “I’ll take a look at it.” “I enjoy the pain, but unfortunately I need…
Small Packages hurled through the air towards the twisted burning alien tree. The eighteen inch tall man screamed. “Help!” Why had he tried to save Dark Mystic’s miserable hide? He’d picked a fine time to throw himself between the psychopath’s AK- 47 and Dark Mystic’s attempt to provoke Payday into firing bullets that would hit…
\Continued from Part Thirteen From Skyscraper’s front pocket, Small Packages looked through his binoculars, but couldn’t tell what was going on up ahead. Captain Revolution said, “Dark Mystic has Payday’s gun!” “I’ll take care of it.” The Defender threw a bola at Dark Mystic. The bola hit as the gun fired, knocking it away and…
Continued from Part Twelve A voice echoed from the portal behind the guns. “So, Sword what are you going to do? Move forward and you’re in range of my guns. Move backwards and my dogs will tear you to shreds.” The Sword turned to his partner with a grin. Or we can take door number…
Continued from Part Eleven Speed Skater moved through the brush. An object hurtled through the air behind her. She leaped up as the knife slammed into a nearby tree. She landed on her feet. Dark Mystic stepped from behind another tree. His voice resounded unusually deep. “Let’s see how you do with fire.” He fired…
Continued from Part Ten “Jesse, we’re closing in on the last one.” The Sword continued running. This had really better be the last. This was growing old quick. “Direction?” “Ten o’clock.” The Sword pointed his blade to the Northeast. Sure enough, a dog came right at him. An energy beam ended the threat. Light streamed…
Continued from Part Nine Small Packages stared down into the ravine through his binoculars. Payday moved sluggishly through the wilderness. Captain Revolution said, “I don’t think Payday’s trap is working.” The Defender tapped his chin. “Perhaps we should end this game.” Small Packages stood on Skyscraper’s shoulders. Up here, he was eye level with the…
Continued from Part Eight Pantheon said, “Could you go on ahead a few paces? I’ll catch up.” Jesse squinted. “What’s the matter?” Pantheon blushed. “I need to-” Revelator tugged on Jesse’s arm. “Sure thing. Come on, Jesse.” Even he knew better than to further interrogate a woman that asked for space. Jesse sent him a…
Continued from Part Seven Sariah Miller sat in Jesse’s office. She groaned as she read the storyboard for the upcoming issue of Small Packages and Skyscraper’s comic, pulled out her Blackberry, and called Walt Winters. “Walt, I just read your storyboard for Small Packages and Skyscraper. What’s going on?” “What do you mean?” “This is…
Continued from Part Six Jesse exchanged a dubious glance with Pantheon. “He claims he didn’t have control over his own actions?” Revelator nodded. Jesse could be a tad slow sometimes. “The demon possessing him was behind everything.” “Could you ask what they’re planning?” “I can’t ask anything.” Revelator pointed at his head. “This thing is…