Laying on top of a sky scraper, watching the color of the sky slowly darken as the sun began to set. People slowly walking out of the sky scrapers around the city, starting the trek back to their homes. Hearing a beep come from his wrist watch, Robe Man slowly got to his feet and checked the time. The watched was cracked and was the arms were stuck on the time 2:35. "Well guess it is time," He said slowly pulling out a grapple gun out from under his blue robe, "Where oh where did you go Plaid Whip?" He said aiming the grapple at another building. Gently pulling the trigger, he watched the hook fly off towards the other building.
Yawning as he felt the grapple gun's line catch onto the building, he heard a noise behind him, turning his head around to see what made the noise, a man in a long trench coat running headlong at him. Recognizing this man instantly Robe Man scowled and retracted the line on his grapple gun pulling himself away from The Disheveled Creeper and whatever he wanted.
Glaring at the Robed Hero retreat from the rooftop of the building, he continued to run after him, pulling his Grapple Gun out and shooting it out in the general direction where Robe Man went off to.
Landing gently on the side of sky scraper, Robe Man looked up at the top of the building and saw another line connect with the roof top of this skyscraper. Looking behind him he saw the Disheveled Creeper leaping off the previous building and swinging down below him. After a few moments the cable from the Creeper's gun started making a straining noise as it quickly pulled him up. Pushing a button on the side of his grapple gun, Robe Man suddenly let out a lot of cable and fell downwards toward his pursuer.
Seeing his quarry start to fall down towards him, The Creeper stopped his ascension and pushed himself off of the side of the skyscraper. Slowly swinging back from the building the Creeper attached the grapple gun to his side. Robe Man watching the Creeper shove himself off the side of the building wondered what he was planning. Stopping his dissension and attaching his grapple gun to his side as well, taking his eyes off the Creeper while doing so, he suddenly felt something warm and wet go up and down his ear. He screamed and turned around, but no one was there, he then felt something wrap around his neck and his entire body was forced through a window of the sky scraper, landing his head hard against a cabinet Robe Man lost consciousness.
Yawning to himself as he swung silently through the hole Robe Man made for him, The Disheveled Creeper smiled at the unconscious form of his first lead into this whole affair. "Well, well Mr. Robe Man. We are going to have fun." With that the Disheveled Creeper held his hand out and some how almost puppet like Robe Man got to his feet, blood oozing down the side of his face. "Come on. I have to show you my new hangout. I'm sure you are going to LOVE it."
~To Be Continued~
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Chapter 5: Journey in the Sewers
The gargantuan salamander slowly swam its way along the sewers its large black eyes going this way and that staring at the sewer ceiling. Stopping for a moment at a fork in the sewer river it raised its mouth out of the water, a slender foot sticking out of the side of it, smelling the air around him. Smelling the familiar stench of its home down the tunnel to the left. Growling a bit in anticipation of a possible reward from his master, he dived back underwater and sped his way along to his home.
The further the Salamander swam down this part of the sewer the more dilapidated the sewer walls looked, parts of the wall here and there were crumbling from erosion and lack of maintenance. Soon the Salamander saw what he was looking for. A certain green light emanating from a large hole in the wall. Crawling out of the sewer the Salamander went into the hole, heading towards the light. The light dimmed as the salamander approached and seemed fade away as the creature walked through it. When it passed the light started to glow vibrant again.
Going down the passageway the Salamander finally reached his home, after hours of swimming in the dirty water of the city above and a couple walking down this path which opened into a large cavern. The cavern was dimly lit but it was in better shape than the sewer itself. In the middle of the cavern was a large hole that could have been judged as an abyss, alongside the caverns walls there were drawings of other large salamanders and lizards all around, either slaying large insects or large worms. In the far back of the cavern there was a large building made of rotted wood, the wood looked centuries old and appeared it could break at the slightest breath.
Slowly making his way toward the building, the Salamander spat the woman he caught at the bank out gently on the ground in front of the door. After doing this a quiet, raspy voice called out from the interior of the building. "Good job, little one." Stepping out of the building a woman came out. She was a lot smaller than the salamander, and a bit shorter than the woman that was delivered to her. She had bushy shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and was wearing what appeared to be a dress made out of old salamander skin. In the city she was only known as The Witch of the Sewers, but when she left the safety of her home she called herself "Sallymender" Staring at the woman curiously, she gently patted the salamander gently on the noggin. "Go join your brother and sister," she said prodding the woman with her toe, "I'll give you your reward shortly."
The salamander squeaked and nuzzled the woman for a second or two before it scrambled off into the darkness.
Kneeling over now inspecting the unconscious woman, Sallymender gently touched the forehead of the woman. Feeling the memories of the woman pour into her head, she learned what happened to her. Frowning at the memory of the Plaid Whip, she pulled her finger back away from her head. "Well. That was unfortunate. Hmm. What kind of person are you?" Sally then gently placed her hand over the woman's heart. Shuddering at all the emotions flying into her body at once, she pulled her hand away from her heart. Mumbling to herself as she sat down next to the woman. "You are a complicated one." Getting to her feet steadily, for whenever she touched others minds or hearts she became very woozy. After awhile when she got control of her equalibrium again, she picked the woman up and walked into the building.
Inside the building there was a lone lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The dim light barely illuminated what looked like a one room house. Making her way carefully towards the bed, she set the woman down on the small bed and wrapped her up with her moldy old blankets. "We'll talk I suppose when you wake up." Yawning to herself Sallymender sat down next to the small wooden table and watched the strange woman sleep.
~To Be Continued~
The further the Salamander swam down this part of the sewer the more dilapidated the sewer walls looked, parts of the wall here and there were crumbling from erosion and lack of maintenance. Soon the Salamander saw what he was looking for. A certain green light emanating from a large hole in the wall. Crawling out of the sewer the Salamander went into the hole, heading towards the light. The light dimmed as the salamander approached and seemed fade away as the creature walked through it. When it passed the light started to glow vibrant again.
Going down the passageway the Salamander finally reached his home, after hours of swimming in the dirty water of the city above and a couple walking down this path which opened into a large cavern. The cavern was dimly lit but it was in better shape than the sewer itself. In the middle of the cavern was a large hole that could have been judged as an abyss, alongside the caverns walls there were drawings of other large salamanders and lizards all around, either slaying large insects or large worms. In the far back of the cavern there was a large building made of rotted wood, the wood looked centuries old and appeared it could break at the slightest breath.
Slowly making his way toward the building, the Salamander spat the woman he caught at the bank out gently on the ground in front of the door. After doing this a quiet, raspy voice called out from the interior of the building. "Good job, little one." Stepping out of the building a woman came out. She was a lot smaller than the salamander, and a bit shorter than the woman that was delivered to her. She had bushy shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and was wearing what appeared to be a dress made out of old salamander skin. In the city she was only known as The Witch of the Sewers, but when she left the safety of her home she called herself "Sallymender" Staring at the woman curiously, she gently patted the salamander gently on the noggin. "Go join your brother and sister," she said prodding the woman with her toe, "I'll give you your reward shortly."
The salamander squeaked and nuzzled the woman for a second or two before it scrambled off into the darkness.
Kneeling over now inspecting the unconscious woman, Sallymender gently touched the forehead of the woman. Feeling the memories of the woman pour into her head, she learned what happened to her. Frowning at the memory of the Plaid Whip, she pulled her finger back away from her head. "Well. That was unfortunate. Hmm. What kind of person are you?" Sally then gently placed her hand over the woman's heart. Shuddering at all the emotions flying into her body at once, she pulled her hand away from her heart. Mumbling to herself as she sat down next to the woman. "You are a complicated one." Getting to her feet steadily, for whenever she touched others minds or hearts she became very woozy. After awhile when she got control of her equalibrium again, she picked the woman up and walked into the building.
Inside the building there was a lone lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The dim light barely illuminated what looked like a one room house. Making her way carefully towards the bed, she set the woman down on the small bed and wrapped her up with her moldy old blankets. "We'll talk I suppose when you wake up." Yawning to herself Sallymender sat down next to the small wooden table and watched the strange woman sleep.
~To Be Continued~
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Chapter 4: For Your Consideration
Commissioner Henry grumbled as he plopped down behind his desk. He was tired and only wanted this day to end. He had to give multiple recounts of what happened to the media, he had to contact the deceased families who had family members die in the fight. He had to contact the hospital to make sure the men that did not die, were taken good care of.
Picking up the phone for what seemed like the millionth time today, Henry dialed the sewer company. Running his hand through his graying hair, he scowled as he was put on hold. Cursing the sewer company's poor public policy, he slammed the phone back on the receiver. "I'll just call them later." He said watching the phone start to ring. "Probably the bank now," he said picking the phone up again, "Hello, this is Commissioner Henry." A very low voice spoke squirmed into Henry's ears. "Hello Commissioner, please meet me up on the roof." Henry blinked behind his glasses and asked, "Who is this?" The voice said simply, "A friend." With that the caller hung up.
Yawning Henry slowly got up from his desk, cautiously unbuckling the holster of his gun so he could easily pull it out. Walking up the stairs to the roof he gently pushed the door labeled "Roof Access". Looking around the roof Henry saw his caller. From all he could see the caller was a tall man, with disheveled black hair with strings of gray littered here and there in the blackness. The man was wearing a long dark brown overcoat with pockets all over the jacket.
Henry coughed to get the man's attention, turning to face him, his eyes hidden with thick sunglasses that reflected the sunlight into Henry's eyes. Using his hand to shield the glare from his eyes Henry said, "Hello there, I'm Commissioner-" The man interrupted Henry. "I know who you are, and I don't want you to know who I am. So shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say." The man's voice was eerily quiet, but very harsh at the same time. Henry blinked taken aback by his sudden rudeness. The man continued. "Early this morning cops went into the bank and got slaughtered by super villains. The super villains got away and you are unaware of what happened." Henry cut in, "Actually we know a great deal. It was the Plaid Whip who murdered the cops and attempted to murder the unknown burglar-" The Man frowned and cut off Henry again, "You would like to think that. But this whole thing is a huge set up. Has this type of event ever happened before? Two super's ironically trying to knock over the same bank at the same time? No. Someone is pulling the strings, threading each of the villains together, Why? I don't know. Who? I don't know. Someone is using The Plaid Whip as a tool to eliminate the other villains, even the Whip himself does not suspect that he is just a mere pawn in this game."
Henry stared at the strange disheveled man and said, "You must be The Disheveled Creeper. We have never met before but I heard about you and your strange knack of capabilities. What makes you think that the villains are being played? And how can you explain the large hole in the bathroom floor that leads to the sewers?" The Creeper smirked and said, "Why did no heroes show up? Where was Robe Man? Captain Shoe Shine? Lady Veil? Off fighting crime elsewhere? I highly doubt it." Henry smirked and asked, "Where were you then? Don't start blaming other heroes if you can be put in the same basket." The Creeper chuckled and said, "Smart man," digging through his pockets he flung out some pictures. "These are from last night, I was at a strip club getting my lap dances on. You can go there and ask any of the performers if I was there. They will convince you. Now answer me this. Who was the first hero on the scene?"
Henry gazing at all the crazy pictures that the Creeper flung all around the roof, said without thinking, "It was Robe Man." Smiling to himself The Disheveled Creeper said, "Thanks Commissioner you will see me again." Henry looking up from the pictures saw that the hero was gone. "Where do they learn that?" Scratching his head he retreated back to his desk.
Landing gently on the ground The Disheveled Creeper silently pocketed his grapple gun. Mumbling to himself he walked down the street, "Robe Man huh? Well looks like I have a few questions to ask him." The Disheveled Creeper smiled and walked in the direction of the bank, hoping to find Robe Man's trail.
~To Be Continued~
Picking up the phone for what seemed like the millionth time today, Henry dialed the sewer company. Running his hand through his graying hair, he scowled as he was put on hold. Cursing the sewer company's poor public policy, he slammed the phone back on the receiver. "I'll just call them later." He said watching the phone start to ring. "Probably the bank now," he said picking the phone up again, "Hello, this is Commissioner Henry." A very low voice spoke squirmed into Henry's ears. "Hello Commissioner, please meet me up on the roof." Henry blinked behind his glasses and asked, "Who is this?" The voice said simply, "A friend." With that the caller hung up.
Yawning Henry slowly got up from his desk, cautiously unbuckling the holster of his gun so he could easily pull it out. Walking up the stairs to the roof he gently pushed the door labeled "Roof Access". Looking around the roof Henry saw his caller. From all he could see the caller was a tall man, with disheveled black hair with strings of gray littered here and there in the blackness. The man was wearing a long dark brown overcoat with pockets all over the jacket.
Henry coughed to get the man's attention, turning to face him, his eyes hidden with thick sunglasses that reflected the sunlight into Henry's eyes. Using his hand to shield the glare from his eyes Henry said, "Hello there, I'm Commissioner-" The man interrupted Henry. "I know who you are, and I don't want you to know who I am. So shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say." The man's voice was eerily quiet, but very harsh at the same time. Henry blinked taken aback by his sudden rudeness. The man continued. "Early this morning cops went into the bank and got slaughtered by super villains. The super villains got away and you are unaware of what happened." Henry cut in, "Actually we know a great deal. It was the Plaid Whip who murdered the cops and attempted to murder the unknown burglar-" The Man frowned and cut off Henry again, "You would like to think that. But this whole thing is a huge set up. Has this type of event ever happened before? Two super's ironically trying to knock over the same bank at the same time? No. Someone is pulling the strings, threading each of the villains together, Why? I don't know. Who? I don't know. Someone is using The Plaid Whip as a tool to eliminate the other villains, even the Whip himself does not suspect that he is just a mere pawn in this game."
Henry stared at the strange disheveled man and said, "You must be The Disheveled Creeper. We have never met before but I heard about you and your strange knack of capabilities. What makes you think that the villains are being played? And how can you explain the large hole in the bathroom floor that leads to the sewers?" The Creeper smirked and said, "Why did no heroes show up? Where was Robe Man? Captain Shoe Shine? Lady Veil? Off fighting crime elsewhere? I highly doubt it." Henry smirked and asked, "Where were you then? Don't start blaming other heroes if you can be put in the same basket." The Creeper chuckled and said, "Smart man," digging through his pockets he flung out some pictures. "These are from last night, I was at a strip club getting my lap dances on. You can go there and ask any of the performers if I was there. They will convince you. Now answer me this. Who was the first hero on the scene?"
Henry gazing at all the crazy pictures that the Creeper flung all around the roof, said without thinking, "It was Robe Man." Smiling to himself The Disheveled Creeper said, "Thanks Commissioner you will see me again." Henry looking up from the pictures saw that the hero was gone. "Where do they learn that?" Scratching his head he retreated back to his desk.
Landing gently on the ground The Disheveled Creeper silently pocketed his grapple gun. Mumbling to himself he walked down the street, "Robe Man huh? Well looks like I have a few questions to ask him." The Disheveled Creeper smiled and walked in the direction of the bank, hoping to find Robe Man's trail.
~To Be Continued~
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