| Posted: 14 Dec 2008 23:53 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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Okay everybody. I know its been a while so i thought I'd post the first page of my second issue. This one is going to be full of action! Here I will also introduce some of the main characters.
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| Posted: 14 Dec 2008 23:59 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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She could hear her heart pounding as she ran on breathlessly in the cold rain beneath the starlit sky. Even in the darkness of the alley, they would still find her, Jean knew. She could hear their footsteps closing in behind her, and her fear brought her to new levels of ability. As she quickened her step, she slipped and lost her footing. She tumbled to the ground.
She scrambled to her feet, but it was too late. The three criminals had finally caught up and they were forming a circle around her. She was afraid of what they were going to do her. Rape, murder…probably both, she thought grimly.
“You’re pretty hard to find, Jean,” said one of the crooks, as he grabbed her by the shirtfront and shoved her to the ground. Just as he had done this, the figure of a man crashed into him. The gangster hit the concrete hard, and the other two thugs whipped out their guns.
And there, standing before them, was a lone man, dressed in the clothing of a fairytale hero. His eyes were purple and glowed with an unshakable sense of confidence. In each hand, was a golden-hilted sword with a two-foot blade. He rushed towards the first thug with his swords leading the way. As the crook raised his gun to fire, the swordsman acted instinctively. He leaped into the air and did a perfectly executed jump kick to the face, knocking the criminal senseless.
“You’re dead, punk!” exclaimed the last of the thugs, with his gun aimed directly at the stranger’s head. He fired the shot, but the swordsman proved faster. He jerked his body to the side, easily avoiding the bullet. Without giving the criminal a second chance, he lashed out with his blade, and blood splattered.
Jean let out a scream as she watched on in horror at the terrible act. The criminal collapsed to the ground, with blood gurgling out of his mouth. The stranger turned to consider the girl, and stared at her long and hard, without either of them speaking a word to each other. It was then that she heard the sirens. Obviously someone had heard the gunshot. The police would be coming and she didn’t want to be there when they showed up. So she split.
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| Posted: 15 Dec 2008 10:29 |
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 interesting, is Jean going to be a possible love interest to our hero?
Its a nice start for your hero's first good deed!
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I'm not saying anything about this girl yet except that she will play a major part for the next few issues at least.
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| Posted: 17 Dec 2008 00:47 |
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Next scene:
Brennon had heard the odd screeching sounds, and had seen the red lights flickering all around him. As he turned around he noticed that the girl was gone and that he was now alone. Just then, five men garbed in blue came onto the scene in the same direction as the red lights. They were brandishing weapons; they appeared to be of the same kind that nearly killed him the day before, he noted.
There were too many of them for him to handle. Their weapons made them far too dangerous. Using his speed to his advantage, he took off down the other side of the alleyway, but stopped short when he came to the dreadful realization that they had him cornered. The men in blue were approaching from that side of the alley too.
“Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air,” said one of them, with his weapon focused on Brennon.
He reluctantly let his blades clang to the ground, and raised his hands in surrender. He knew he couldn’t fight them. One of the men in blue got behind him and grabbed his hands, then snapped two metal rings around them that kept his hands from moving.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” he said, as he began leading Brennon out of the alley.
“Who are you, and where are you taking me?” he asked, but no one answered. He wondered if these men were soldiers. He didn’t think they were thugs. Perhaps they’re taking me to jail, he thought to himself.
They led him to another one of those horseless wagons. This one was black and white and had red flashing lights on the top. They shoved him into the backseat of the thing, and the rest of them got in their own black and white wagons. Then all of a sudden, the thing started moving along the road. As he watched the man in the front, he discovered that this strange machine was controlled by some odd-looking wheel. He could hear a voice in there with him, but it didn’t belong to any of the soldiers. It was coming from the front too, but he had no clue what the source of it was. He decided he didn’t like this world. It was just too confusing.
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She walked on hurriedly down the crowded street, with her head down and her hood up. The rain was pouring down hard, and she shivered at the cold air. She wanted to get home so that she could go to bed and forget about what had happened in the alley. Jean had felt guilty for running out on the swordsman back there. He was probably going to be charged with murder, since there was no witness besides her to come forward to say that he had acted in self-defense. She knew that she was likely his only hope, but she couldn’t give herself up. She had to keep reminding herself that the only way for her to survive was for her to start looking out for number one.
But the more she thought about it, the more the decision haunted her. How could I have left him like that? After he saved my life. If it wasn’t for him I’d be dead. After moments of arguing with herself, she finally made up her mind. She turned around and began walking the other way.
Jean knew she would regret it later, but she would never be able to get this off her conscience if she let this man get the chair as a result of her own selfishness.
It took her about a half an hour to reach the police station. When she got there, there were a few cops standing around talking, but none of them seemed to notice her. She walked up to the policewoman sitting at the desk in the front.
“I have important information about the man you picked up about an hour ago. He was the man in the strange clothing, with the two swords,” Jean explained.
“Hold on just a minute please,” she said, picking up the telephone. After relaying the message, she set the phone down. “Captain Rod Chapman wants to see you. He’ll be right down.”
Jean turned away and leaned against the desk to wait. It wasn’t but a few moments later when the door of the elevator opened to reveal three cops.
“I’m Captain Rod Chapman. I understand you know something about the fella we found in the alleyway earlier today. Is that correct?”
She nodded nervously. She didn’t like what she was about to do. “Yes, it is,” she said. “I was there. Those crooks were going to kill me. He jumped in to protect me,” she explained, hoping that would be enough.”
“What is your name, miss?” the captain asked.
“Jean, Jean Bradley,” she replied. She knew it was best not to lie. Because of they found out she could be in even worse trouble.
“Bradley,” uttered one of the cops next to him, as if he had heard the name before. His eyes were suddenly lit with recognition. “I know you! Jean Bradley! You’re that thief that’s been on the loose for nearly two years now! We knew we’d catch you eventually, but we didn’t have any idea it would be this easy.”
“What is your relationship with the man that saved your life?” Chapman asked her.
“I don’t know him. I never met him before,” she answered.
“Then you wouldn’t be able to tell us anything about him then either, would you?”
“No,” she told him.
After a few more minutes of interrogation, Jean was brought to the jail cell where they were holding the stranger. She could see him sitting silently on his mattress, where he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Soon he became aware of her presence. He was staring at her intently, as if he was trying to figure out why she had come back.
“You seen this girl before?” asked Chapman to the stranger.
“Yes,” he replied simply.
“Okay. Your stories check out,” he said, before turning to Jean. He had obiviously gotten the same story from him before she arrived. “You know what I’m going to have to do, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know,” she told him, and this was the part she had seen coming from the start.
“Alright. Stranger, since you haven’t been charged with anything, we no longer have any reason to hold you. You’re free to go,” Chapman said as he slipped his key in the lock and opened the door. The stranger stepped out, with his glowing purple eyes following Jean. No words were spoken as she brushed past him and entered the cell in his place. Chapman closed the door behind her, and the stranger’s cold stare turned to a look of what appeared to be a mixture of surprise and guilt. He wasn’t quite sure what had happened. He had no way of knowing that Jean had been a criminal, and that the only way for her to save him, was for her to turn herself in to the police.
Years ago she was just a poor city girl and it was her own personal hardships that had led her to robbery. That was the way it was at first; she stole food and money for her own survival, until she became so accustomed to it she continued to steal, even when she didn’t need to. Now she regretted everything.
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“What do you mean you let him go?” the federal agent yelled in his face.
“We found out he was innocent. He only killed the criminal out of self-defense. The evidence supported his story. Also, we have an eyewitness,” Chapman explained.
“An eyewitness?” Shaw asked.
“Yes. Her name is Jean Bradley. She’s twenty years old and she’s been a citizen of Portland all her life.”
“I want to see this Bradley.”
“You can. She’s here,” Chapman told him.
“What?”
“That’s right. We’re holding her here on several counts of theft.”
“Are you telling me that you’re trusting the word of a woman with a criminal record?” asked Shaw suspiciously.
“You see, Agent Shaw, this is a rather odd case. Bradley was not there when the suspect was arrested. She showed up later to clear his name, willingly turning herself in.”
“What was her account of the incident?”
“She said that three thugs attacked her in the alley. It was then that the suspect intervened and killed one of them to save her. She claims never to have met him before.”
“Take me to her. I will speak with her myself.”
The captain did as told and took Shaw upstairs to the jail to meet with Bradley. “I must ask you, Agent Shaw,” Chapman began, “what is the government’s interest in this man?”
“That’s none of your concern, Captain,” Shaw replied sharply.
When they reached the jail, Bradley was standing there with an empty look in her eye, and her hands clutched the cell bars tightly. She was a pretty young girl with long brown hair and brown eyes. It was obvious that she was feeling down and depressed.
“Miss Bradley, I need to know about the man who you claimed saved your life earlier today,” Shaw told her.
She shifted her gaze to consider him. “I know nothing about him,” she said simply.
Shaw then turned to Chapman. “I need you to release her into my custody.”
“What? Why?” asked the captain.
“Because she’s our only link to the man I’m after. I don’t believe her story. I think she knows him.”
After a few more minutes of talking it over, Shaw left the building with Bradley in handcuffs. She didn’t say a word to him, nor him to her.
Shaw had his mission. He was going to capture this man called Brennon.
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Woods stared out the hotel room window looking like a frightened fool. Borden went to comfort him. “Everything will turn out fine, Morris,” she said, trying to offer words of encouragement.
“How could this have happened?” said Woods, talking more to himself than to her. “The greatest discovery in the history of mankind and I let it slip away!” He continued to ramble but Hiseman wasn’t listening.
It was only a matter of time before Brennon would be caught and subdued by federal agents. He felt that he had done right in tipping off the government. Of course he couldn’t have told them the truth; if he had, they would have thought him nuts. So letting them believe that Brennon was a psychotic serial killer was the best way to coerce the government into helping him. It wouldn’t be too hard for them to believe this once they got a good look at him.
Hiseman had his own advantages in doing this. Unlike Woods and Borden, he was the only one with the scientific intelligence to understand that surviving hundreds of years perfectly preserved in ice was humanly impossible. He didn’t deny that Brennon had done it though. He knew that Brennon was no normal man. There was certainly something special about him. Hiseman wanted to know what it was. That was why he decided to send the government after Brennon: After they had arrested him, it wouldn’t be long before they came to the same conclusion. They would want to study him and understand the incredible secret that allowed him to stay alive for all these years. Since Hiseman was the one who made the call and had a part in his discovery, he would play a major role in finding these secrets.
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 16:26 |
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Your guy kind of reminds me of post apocalyptic heroes for some reason. I could see him waking up in an alternate future where the world has been destroyed.
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 16:32 |
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Really? I never thought of that.
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 18:53 Last Edited By: Tim |
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Could be a good what if story.
Could be the images you've made, but I keep thinking about this character from the War of the Worlds future called Killraven
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I love post apocalyptic stories for some reason. Maybe it has something to do with all those Planet of the Apes movies I watched. I like the idea of a hero in a world like that and then finding out gradually what happened.
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 21:26 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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Weird. He does resemble Brennon. Not just his story but also his appearance.
Yeah those stories are always so neat. I love the Planet of the Apes too. Classic film. I guess Brennon is that type of character you're talking about, to him his world is gone, and he cannot understand the modern world that he finds himself in.
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Could be a good what if story
You mean I could do like a special what if issue or something like that and show what would have happened if Brennon had awakened thousands of years later? That could possibly be interesting.
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 23:07 |
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That would be interesting. Alternate future worlds are always cool.
I always like comic stories based on the future. I just read one of those Superman back up stories in the silver age where it stars Superman's grandson in the future. Superman 2020 I think it's called. Did you know we'll have flying cars in another 11 years?
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 23:15 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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Oh I hope not I'm afraid of heights.
I might try that when I finish up with Lost in Time #2. I only got one scene left to post. This next part is the big showdown in the city. Its going to take a lot of thinking to do a story like that. I'll need not only a way to revive him, but a reason for civilization to be destroyed, and what this new world will look like.
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Great story so far!
The apocalyptic future thing would be cool too.
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