The Invisibility Master yawned and sat up in the middle of a pristine pine forest that stretch as far as he could see with mountains looming like giants in the background. He shivered and stared at his nude body. Just as well that his invisibility belt was gone; it’d been damaged in the blast. But where the blazes were his clothes?
He added a few profanities, grabbed a loaf of bread beside him, and read the note pinned to it with a toothpick.
“Bon appétit—The Emerald Avenger.”
He stood and cuffed his hands to his mouth. “Hello? Anybody here? Hello?”
Someone stirred in the brush. Oh no. Make that something. “Grizzly!”
The bear charged.
Idiot! Why did he lose his cool? The dumb beast would have ignored him. He dropped to the ground and played dead.
Continued Next Tuesday.