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Season 2 Finale! I will gradually post season 3 as more art work gets done, sometimes, it'll take a couple weeks for the next chapter to come out.
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Chapter 28; Stolen
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"AAAAAHHHHHH!" A security guard yells, he's dropped and a familiar dark entity walks through the hallway. 6 more armed guards come from around the corner, 3 get on their knees, and 3 standing behind them, all of them have their guns pointed and ready to shoot. Drake comes out of the shadow smirking, 'Take one more step or we'll shoot!' one of the guards yells, ignoring them he continues walking. The guards open fire in an impressive wave of bullets, Drake merely shrugs it off. Two of the guards charge but are blown back by a concussive anti-matter blast. Holding his arms up, Drake's hands begin to glow red, and the shadows on the walls next to the guards come into the third dimension and swallow everyone. Drake walks through the now empty corridor and into a weapons room piled high with boxes and crates. He finds a crate in a corner and rips off the wood like Velcro. Taking the contents, a plane steel black box with a window in which something glows, Drake makes his way back out of the corridor of the building and flies off. Back in the corridor, the guards fall from the shadowy wall, scared to death, literally...
Mike wakes up in his apartment; everyone went back to their own house and state 3 days ago, and Mike's happy to have a little peace and quiet. He gets up and ready for the day cooking eggs and toast which can be smelled through out the room. Turning on the TV, he watches the news before his shift down at the station starts.
Lakes: Good morning New York, I'm Trianna Lakes. 2 days later cleanup of Saturday's alien invasion has been completed. Thanks to Lectrohm and a group of other superheroes, they were able to thwart the alien invasion and not only protect this city, but the entire planet.
Mike: (Raising his mug) Boo yah.
Lakes: On his monthly attendance to New York's football game, Steven Hasch, now chief director of Hasch industries had this surprising quote to say yesterday in the final steps of the clean up.
- Steven: Look at central park. Look around it, bodies of creatures beyond our universe and these so called "Superheroes" smash them up. We possibly could have reasoned with the aliens but no, Lectrohm and his buddies would rather live by the "might makes right" rule. We should not allow ourselves to have to deal with this kind of injustice.
Mike: (Sitting up) Why you arrogant--
- Steven: --Sure they may have helped out with the clean up, but that's just some technique celebrities do to look good, we all know that. In the long run they will play a key role in the civil war of our planet and/or play a key role in destroying it. Accidents all over the world have been happening and this is not much more alarming then terrorists, or organized crime. That's why I urge you to not support these...mutations of nature...we, in order to protect ourselves, must know who these people are, and what they can do.
Lakes: And there you have it, Steven Hasch's opinion is strong against the superpower community. Rumor has it that Hasch wants to begin organizing a type of system where superheroes will not be allowed to use their powers in civilian located areas. Unfortunately, not much is known about this and a recent poll shows public opinion would rather have the superpowers just incase an unforeseen scenario happens upon us and we are unable to defend ourselves. Coming up next--
Mike points his finger at the T.V. sending a small bolt of energy that turns it off. 'They were going to enslave the planet, how the hell do you reason with that?' Mike angrily thinks to himself as he heads down to the station. A couple calls go out and Mike does his job but not with out Hasch's recent words in mind.
The day ends and Mike finishes up and decides to take a walk out on the town, just to clear his head. Passing the more run down areas of New York, Mike takes his time looking at what has become of the city. It begins to rain, heavily, but Mike continues to think to himself; he walks down through the slums and darkened corners of the city with only an occasional lamppost to give light. Mike's unhindered by the rain, it feels refreshing as if it's washing away his anger, he notices people looking at him as if he was something completely different. Shrugging it off, Mike continues walking down the street looking at the rundown apartments, houses, and offices; the mood of this area is not unlike his own current state of mind. For about 2 hours he walks up and down these isolated streets, Mike passes and alleyway when he hears a voice behind him.
Person in shadows: Hey, buddy. *click* Wallet, now.
Mike: (Sighing) You don't want to do that.
Person in shadows: Don't I? (Tossing the fake gun aside)
Mike: (Sensing something wrong) Drake. (Mike says without turning around) How'd you find me?
Eddie: Not too hard, I sensed a surge of energy, knew it was you on the spot. Hey, you've never seen what I really look like have you? (He steps into the light of the lamppost, a short black haired guy, strong face with that far away alien look. He wears a black overcoat that goes down to his ankles which covers up the rest of his body.)
Ohm: (Still with his back to Eddie, he spins in a whirlwind changing into his costume) I'm flattered you'd share your identity with me, trust me, the feeling isn't mutual.
Drake: (Laughing) I suppose you're right. (The lamppost suddenly shatters and in the darkness, his eyes turn red along with his body, which in the shadows, begins to shake with an freakish look as he transforms into Drake) Ahhh, much better.
Ohm: (Finally turning around) What do you want?
Drake: What, we can't have a heart to heart chat?
Ohm: (Raising an eyebrow) In the rain?
Drake: I do require a little something...
With that Drake reaches for Ohm's head with the speed of a jet, but Ohm catches his wrists without even trying. The shock of the collision knocks the rain away temporarily, and Ohm throws Drake through the brick building on his left. Ohm steps into the debris, not in the mood to fight. 'Perfect' Drake thinks as he hovers above Ohm in the shadows, tentacles from Drake's fingers wrap themselves around Ohm's torso, trapping his arms and his energy starts to swell in his body. Unable to brake Drakes grip, Ohm yells, 'What are you doing?!' Drake just smiles. Then as quickly as Ohm felt the power come into his body, he feels it slip away far below normal causing immense pain to run through his body. Ohm tries electrocuting Drake with his voltage but he feels it slip away, unable to fight in his weakened condition, Ohm falls to the ground as soon as Drake lets go. Drake holds the small sphere of light full of Ohm's energy in his normal hand, for the living dark matter fears the light and retracts up his arm. Drake takes out of a shadow, as if it was a portal, the box he stole from the Military base weeks prior, and places the orb inside the box.
Drake: Thanks for the battery Sparky!
Ohm: ...Drained...can't...
Drake: (Laughing) You betcha'! With this much power, I'll have plenty of juice for my little science experiment.
Drake flies off into the storm, leaving Ohm to get soaked. Ohm slips in and out of consciousness for about an hour, when he finally is able to stand, he tries to fly but falls immediately. Trying again, his feet never even leave the ground. He stops, in the rain he stands for a moment trying to think of what just happened. All that comes to mind is, 'No...'
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It's that time of the story, thank you section! First thanks to Ron for allowing him to be used as The Wraith. Second, not all of the secenarios and/or characters are my idea, some have been borrowed from different Marvel and/or DC Story lines. Third is to our moderator Tim, for allowing me to post my story on here. Finally, thank you all who read and enjoy the story.
If there is anyone out there who is interested in doing computer art work for scenes and characters, please contact me through E-Mail: here, or at my Myspace or, on AOL Instant Messager, my Screen Name is Lectrohm.
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