Continued from Part Six Nearly upside down in his chair, Night Lord watched the video of Power-house’s bust at a ring of car thieves’ hideout. The thieves began to fire. Power-house hit the ground. Night Lord smiled. “You’re not bullet-proof, that’s for sure.” Powerhouse released a smoke bomb. “That’s a good trick, pal. We’ll have…
Continued from Part Five After a hand of cribbage with Lenny, Powerhouse counted the points he’d gotten and put it down. Lenny said, “Muggins for two.” Powerhouse arched an eyebrow. “What’s a muggins?” “You didn’t count a fifteen in your hand, so I’m taking the two points.” “You would steal from me?” “That’s one of…
Continued from Part Four Night Lord leaned back in his desk chair under his lair’s black light. How dare Marcos lord it over him! Marcos may have gotten rid of the reverend, but Night Lord had Power-house to contend with, and he was a much greater threat. “If you’re such a tough guy, why don’t…
Continued from Part Three EZ handed over the dope and reached to take the money from his client. Ropes wound about them, tripping them. EZ cursed. Powerhouse flew down and whispered something EZ couldn’t make out. “What?” “Tell Night Lord he’s hexed.” EZ laughed. “Night Lord don’t believe in no hexes.” “He’s next! Man, you…
Continued from Part Two Father Douglas eyed the parishioners lining up for confession and sighed. Father Brady asked, “What’s the matter?” “Arnold Witter’s in line.” “So?” “Every time there’s a big crime in the news, he comes here and confesses to it.” “How do you deal with it?” “I just give him his penance for…
Continued from Part One Powerhouse sat in the back row at Reverend Jones’ funeral. His black Jimmy Olsen finally finished the epic poem he’d written in Jones’ honor and pointed at the audience. “Powerhouse.” He jumped up. Him? Sure, everyone else had been called on to participate, but—oh, why not? “Reverend Jones was a very…
Continued from Powerhouse v. Nightlord The kind eyes of Reverend Jones stared up from his obituary photo. Power-house’s lower lip wobbled. “I failed.” Zolgron perched on a black boulder, his back to the waterfall churning purple under thick storm clouds. “Nonsense, you handled the greater risk.” “But I promised to protect Reverend Jones. And now…
Continued from Part Twelve Powerhouse triumphantly dropped the evil invisible man on the sidewalk in front of Captain Welch and wiped his hands. “You’ll be going to jail for a very long time.” The evil invisible man laughed at him. “That’s what you think.” A sergeant handcuffed the man. “Can I have your name?” “No.”…
Continued from Part Eleven The Invisibility Master ran through the burning building. Paint pellets and paper clips flew near him. Where are you? I know you’re here. How was he to know the metal dweeb had an invisibility power? He put his ear to the ground. Pain exploded near his ribs, right in the midst…
Continued from Part Ten Powerhouse ran down the hall in the office building. Where did the shoulder rocket guy go? A rocket came towards his position. He flew past it as it exploded on the back wall, creating a fire behind him. The man with the rocket appeared ahead, running. The guy pressed a button…