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THE AWESOME GROUP OF HEROES
On March 30th 2009 a group was created. An Awesome Group of Heroes whose creation have has caused quite a stir with the both the public and a certain other superhero group. The creator of the group, Elliot along with Fubar Chick and Guy Behind the Guy, the group have now made this a very successful group and one that has added many more members, from all corners of Spill City, who want to be Awesome and enforce the “Awesome Way” This is their story as they fight to keep law in order in Spill City, and keep being Awesome at the same time.
The day is March 30th 2009. The three figures walk right into the Spilltington Hotel, not breaking stride as they head for the lift. Two males and one female “Excuse me but can I help you?” Some upper management posh twat asks as the three figures. “Sure you can,” The tallest of the three said he looked down on the posh twat. “You can not bug us and let us do our job tonight.” Flustered the man says, “What job?” The young man standing 6’1 smiles and say’s,” Getting your fine establishment rid of an un-awesome guest” “I don’t understand?” The posh git answers back, his state of confusion none the wiser. “HEY!” Snapped another male voice. The hotel worker looked over to see man whose face was hidden by a pair of sunglasses and oxygen mask, with a black hoodie pulled over him. “Believe my friend here when he tells you that we’re doing yer ole arse a favour.” The disguised man, then slowly cocks head side to head, like Michael Myers. “Unless you want US to be your guest’s for this evening?” The posh twat doesn’t like the sound of that. Here standing in front of him is three individuals dressed up in a very bizarre manner. The tallest of the three was casually dressed, which is a no-no for this place. He is dressed in a black bomber jacket, blue T-shirt with the slogan,” I’m sorry. I can’t hear you over my sound of my AWESOMNESS” He’s wearing matching colour jeans and white sneakers. The other guy standing at around 5’8 is wearing a black hoodie with said features blocking his face. Black jeans, black leather gloves and black steel toed Cat boots. The female who has a look of casual amusement over the whole thing stands, around 5’8 is wearing what it appears to be a Susan Storm outfit, a character from the “Fantasic Four” franchise. Changes have been to the outfit as the 4 is now gone and the slogan,”FUBAR 4-LIFE” is in its place. She is also wearing dark blue gloves, with jewellery on it and black boots to cap this superhero off. “I think it goes without saying,” The hooded guy continued, “That we don’t meet the dress code here yes?” “To say the least,” The veteran hotel worker snapped. The disguised man then says, “Well as “bad” as you think we might look. There is a much worse guest up there. Keep your eyes open when we come back down with said guest in toll. Now piss off my good man” The lift door and the posh twat is left standing, none the wiser and feeling rather insulted. Meanwhile inside the lift the disguised the guy says, “At least we’re not underdressed eh?” His co-worker’s chuckle, then the 6’1 youngster says, “Ok Guy. I need to know. Why the oxygen mask? The hoodie is Awesome as is the shades, but what’s the deal with the mask?” Guy as he’s known to his two friend’s turns to face the young man. “The deal is simple EL. You ready? It’s Awesome.” “Well that’s as me be Guy,” He replies, “But surly as you breath away there, it fogs up your shades?” Guy shrugs. “It can do,” he replies, “But not to the point where I can’t see what’s going on man” It’s the young man’s turn to shrug. “Ok then,” He says. “Just make sure they don’t get so steamed that you end up hitting on of us by accident or something.” “Ok dad,” Is the sarcastic reply from Guy The tall youngster half smiles and frowns at the smart ass hoodie, “Girls,” The female interrupts, “As much as I would love to referee you two hand bagging each another, we do have a job to do.” “Yeah sure Fubar Chick” The young man say’s “Well let’s get into character.” Guy say’s the lift slowly climbs up to the 30th floor as the group go over the plan one last time. “Ok Guy,” The young man begins, “Your informant is sure that she’s in there yes?” Absolutely Elliott,” Guy confirms “Tracked her ass all day, tapped her phone? This is where “she” is” “Tracked her ass all day? Tapped her phone? Sounds like your informant sure knows how to get in there with the ladies?” The female asks. Guy laughs,”Yeah he does FC.” Guy shakes his head snickering and then composes himself. DING! Finally the lift reaches floor 30 and the three get out. “She’s in Room 25 guys” Guys announces. “Ok,” Elliott says, “What ever goes down in here tonight. Keep close, watch each other’s back. This is our first job. If we mess this up, we’re gonna look really dumb.” “I shouldn’t worry about that EL,” Guy remarks, “Each of us is dressed in such away that I’m sure the press will tare the arse out of that before any fuck up we might fall victim to, tonight.” “Right Guy” Elliott half smirks. “Thanks for ruining my pep talk.” Guy laughs and shakes his head, then says, “Don’t worry EL, FC we won’t mess anything up. I didn’t come here to fail. I’m here to bag a bitch.” “And I’m here to Fubar “her” ". Fubar Chick declared. “Well whatever goes down tonight, we’ll have that to look forward to.” Guy jokes. Elliott nods, “Ok then. Good luck us three” he says. They continued to march on, walking past rooms 20, 21 etc. “Anyone nervous?” Fubar Chick asks. “Not really,” Guy answers, “More nervous of what we’ll find behind that bloody door, casue of all the rumours surrounding “her”. “I’m nervous, just a bit mind.” Elliott confesses. “Why?” Fubar asks. “Well, I put this together. Asked you guys to join me on this, so if this goes wrong I’m gonna feel like I failed on all fronts here, and that’s not awesome guys.” “EL, you’re not going to fail man,” Fubar assures him. Elliott looks at this two co-workers and friends. “Yeah, come on it’s just nervous. We’re all feeling it.” Guys say, then follows up with, “And we joined because this group will take off, and it will be awesome. And we’re gonna make sure that you don’t “fail” as you put it.” “Right on,” FC say’s, “Now can we go in and kick that “bitches” ass already?" EL smiles, “Thanks guys. Right let’s do this???” FC and Guy both nod then walk up to door 25. Guy and Fubar stand at each side of Elliott as he pulls out a credit card and swiped the door with it. Then the door slowly opens. The quietly make their way into the hotel room and into the bed room, where
What they find is a sight that even if the three collectively thought on the oddest of scenarios could never come up with what’s before them. A teenager lies on a king-sized bed dressed in his only is underwear. He is tied to the bed by two scarfs. A young woman is dancing slowly in front of him. Teasing him as she pulls down her black dress to the floor, then back up again, giving this horny teen and the three standing in the corner a look at her bra and panties covered body, “Ohhhh Steve,” The woman groans. “I promise you if you agree to sign up to my job offer, I’ll take this and so much more off, for you lover.” “God, anything for” The teen happily aggress “Oh Jesus,” FC said under breath trying not laugh too hard. “Right it’s time,” EL whispers. The three of them march in and EL announces the groups’ presence, “Hope we’re not distracting from you making another Some Ol’ Bullshit job offer…. “Kimberly”.”
To Be Conitued.....
On March 30th 2009 a group was created. An Awesome Group of Heroes whose creation have has caused quite a stir with the both the public and a certain other superhero group. The creator of the group, Elliot along with Fubar Chick and Guy Behind the Guy, the group have now made this a very successful group and one that has added many more members, from all corners of Spill City, who want to be Awesome and enforce the “Awesome Way” This is their story as they fight to keep law in order in Spill City, and keep being Awesome at the same time.
The day is March 30th 2009. The three figures walk right into the Spilltington Hotel, not breaking stride as they head for the lift. Two males and one female “Excuse me but can I help you?” Some upper management posh twat asks as the three figures. “Sure you can,” The tallest of the three said he looked down on the posh twat. “You can not bug us and let us do our job tonight.” Flustered the man says, “What job?” The young man standing 6’1 smiles and say’s,” Getting your fine establishment rid of an un-awesome guest” “I don’t understand?” The posh git answers back, his state of confusion none the wiser. “HEY!” Snapped another male voice. The hotel worker looked over to see man whose face was hidden by a pair of sunglasses and oxygen mask, with a black hoodie pulled over him. “Believe my friend here when he tells you that we’re doing yer ole arse a favour.” The disguised man, then slowly cocks head side to head, like Michael Myers. “Unless you want US to be your guest’s for this evening?” The posh twat doesn’t like the sound of that. Here standing in front of him is three individuals dressed up in a very bizarre manner. The tallest of the three was casually dressed, which is a no-no for this place. He is dressed in a black bomber jacket, blue T-shirt with the slogan,” I’m sorry. I can’t hear you over my sound of my AWESOMNESS” He’s wearing matching colour jeans and white sneakers. The other guy standing at around 5’8 is wearing a black hoodie with said features blocking his face. Black jeans, black leather gloves and black steel toed Cat boots. The female who has a look of casual amusement over the whole thing stands, around 5’8 is wearing what it appears to be a Susan Storm outfit, a character from the “Fantasic Four” franchise. Changes have been to the outfit as the 4 is now gone and the slogan,”FUBAR 4-LIFE” is in its place. She is also wearing dark blue gloves, with jewellery on it and black boots to cap this superhero off. “I think it goes without saying,” The hooded guy continued, “That we don’t meet the dress code here yes?” “To say the least,” The veteran hotel worker snapped. The disguised man then says, “Well as “bad” as you think we might look. There is a much worse guest up there. Keep your eyes open when we come back down with said guest in toll. Now piss off my good man” The lift door and the posh twat is left standing, none the wiser and feeling rather insulted. Meanwhile inside the lift the disguised the guy says, “At least we’re not underdressed eh?” His co-worker’s chuckle, then the 6’1 youngster says, “Ok Guy. I need to know. Why the oxygen mask? The hoodie is Awesome as is the shades, but what’s the deal with the mask?” Guy as he’s known to his two friend’s turns to face the young man. “The deal is simple EL. You ready? It’s Awesome.” “Well that’s as me be Guy,” He replies, “But surly as you breath away there, it fogs up your shades?” Guy shrugs. “It can do,” he replies, “But not to the point where I can’t see what’s going on man” It’s the young man’s turn to shrug. “Ok then,” He says. “Just make sure they don’t get so steamed that you end up hitting on of us by accident or something.” “Ok dad,” Is the sarcastic reply from Guy The tall youngster half smiles and frowns at the smart ass hoodie, “Girls,” The female interrupts, “As much as I would love to referee you two hand bagging each another, we do have a job to do.” “Yeah sure Fubar Chick” The young man say’s “Well let’s get into character.” Guy say’s the lift slowly climbs up to the 30th floor as the group go over the plan one last time. “Ok Guy,” The young man begins, “Your informant is sure that she’s in there yes?” Absolutely Elliott,” Guy confirms “Tracked her ass all day, tapped her phone? This is where “she” is” “Tracked her ass all day? Tapped her phone? Sounds like your informant sure knows how to get in there with the ladies?” The female asks. Guy laughs,”Yeah he does FC.” Guy shakes his head snickering and then composes himself. DING! Finally the lift reaches floor 30 and the three get out. “She’s in Room 25 guys” Guys announces. “Ok,” Elliott says, “What ever goes down in here tonight. Keep close, watch each other’s back. This is our first job. If we mess this up, we’re gonna look really dumb.” “I shouldn’t worry about that EL,” Guy remarks, “Each of us is dressed in such away that I’m sure the press will tare the arse out of that before any fuck up we might fall victim to, tonight.” “Right Guy” Elliott half smirks. “Thanks for ruining my pep talk.” Guy laughs and shakes his head, then says, “Don’t worry EL, FC we won’t mess anything up. I didn’t come here to fail. I’m here to bag a bitch.” “And I’m here to Fubar “her” ". Fubar Chick declared. “Well whatever goes down tonight, we’ll have that to look forward to.” Guy jokes. Elliott nods, “Ok then. Good luck us three” he says. They continued to march on, walking past rooms 20, 21 etc. “Anyone nervous?” Fubar Chick asks. “Not really,” Guy answers, “More nervous of what we’ll find behind that bloody door, casue of all the rumours surrounding “her”. “I’m nervous, just a bit mind.” Elliott confesses. “Why?” Fubar asks. “Well, I put this together. Asked you guys to join me on this, so if this goes wrong I’m gonna feel like I failed on all fronts here, and that’s not awesome guys.” “EL, you’re not going to fail man,” Fubar assures him. Elliott looks at this two co-workers and friends. “Yeah, come on it’s just nervous. We’re all feeling it.” Guys say, then follows up with, “And we joined because this group will take off, and it will be awesome. And we’re gonna make sure that you don’t “fail” as you put it.” “Right on,” FC say’s, “Now can we go in and kick that “bitches” ass already?" EL smiles, “Thanks guys. Right let’s do this???” FC and Guy both nod then walk up to door 25. Guy and Fubar stand at each side of Elliott as he pulls out a credit card and swiped the door with it. Then the door slowly opens. The quietly make their way into the hotel room and into the bed room, where
What they find is a sight that even if the three collectively thought on the oddest of scenarios could never come up with what’s before them. A teenager lies on a king-sized bed dressed in his only is underwear. He is tied to the bed by two scarfs. A young woman is dancing slowly in front of him. Teasing him as she pulls down her black dress to the floor, then back up again, giving this horny teen and the three standing in the corner a look at her bra and panties covered body, “Ohhhh Steve,” The woman groans. “I promise you if you agree to sign up to my job offer, I’ll take this and so much more off, for you lover.” “God, anything for” The teen happily aggress “Oh Jesus,” FC said under breath trying not laugh too hard. “Right it’s time,” EL whispers. The three of them march in and EL announces the groups’ presence, “Hope we’re not distracting from you making another Some Ol’ Bullshit job offer…. “Kimberly”.”
To Be Conitued.....
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PART 6
“What the fuck is this?” LEOG’s Beau called out as he watched Guy going into the bank’s stairwell via a telescope from the building across the road. “What’s wrong Beau.” Grant asked him. “One of those Awesome Groups kids just snuck into the bank.” “Which one?” Grant asked. “How the fuck should I know or even care,” Beau grumbled. Grant laughed. “Let me guess, they all look the same to you right?” Beau didn’t reply. “Well, I guess we better make a move then,” Grant said as he and Beau made their move. “I’ll give Cyrus call and see if he can contact the Awesome Group. See if we can get the deal here.”
Elliott and Fubar Chick were now at the Western Spill Bank. “What do you think Guy is up to?” Fubar Chick asked Elliott. “Don’t know FC. Just hope he’s not doing anything stupid. He’s in not any condition to be doing any heavy shit.” They arrived at the main scene and made intros to Batman and the police there. Elliott then called the base. “Ok, what did you get for us on Benson and Ward?” EL asked Itchiander.
Back in Spill City Bank Mr J was about ready to end this now. All of Nightmare’s money and bonds had been taken and was now Mr J’s. Benson was still in shock over seeing his family being hostage. “Ok, Mr Benson,” Mr J announced as he walked back into the room. “Time to make your choice, or greed for money or the love of your family?” “Why are you doing this to me?” Benson asked Mr J. “What makes me so special, and why do you give a shit what I want to do with my bank?” Mr J looked at Benson as if he had spoken a foreign language. “I want to see if you’ve really got it in you. I want to know if you’re truly an evil person.” “Why do you think I’m evil?” Benson insisted on knowing. “Oh, so many reason,” Mr J replied. “But the main one would have to be, paying Nightmare to have Richard Ward killed and his family, Brent and Mary killed.”
“Wow, that a guy is hot with illegal stuff,” Ichiander exclaimed over the speaker phone to Elliott. “He’s made up to and including over 5.0 million dollars with a business known a Dreamz Inc.” Elliott suggested tracking it down. “Don’t bother, “Batman informs EL. “It’ll be a dummy account which makes it untraceable. Besides, I think I know who might own the company” “Who?” Miller asks. “Nightmare,” This got the attention of Palmer and Santos. “Excuse, but how do you know that?” Palmer asked as if upset Batman got to that conclusion first. BM looks over at the two FBI agents. “Homework Mr Palmer.”
Benson was shocked. “How do you know that?” Mr J smiled. “That’s not important,” He replied. “What is the choice you make sir. See I want to know if you can live with yourself. I mean, you want Richard and his family killed. I find that to be refreshing. May I ask why?” Benson didn’t have an answer. This was true what Mr J. The bank wars had gotten very personal as many of ciy banks acing as a mobsters piggy bank. And with Benson being the highest earner in Spill City, he wanted more. He wasnted it all and yes he didn’t care the price that had to be paid. Or so he thought. “I wanted everything Nightmare said I could have if I followed his lead and “let it happen he said.” Benson finally owned up. “The murders were to be made to look like a random house breaking.” Mr J leaned forward “And you were ok with that? Oh Doug, very cold. Just I’m looking for here, cause I’ll tell you now. What ever choice you make, people will die. There is no escaping that. That is how it is, the moment you got into bed with Nightmare. You want to live in the underworld, and then prepare to get dirty. Now pick who dies, an innocent family or innocent strangers?”
Guy was now keeping to the shadows as close as he could. He could se the main room. Three of the robbers had the room under complete control, their crowd control top of the class. Guy could also the back of Mr J’s head and Douglas’s Benson face as white as can be and visibly shaking too. Guy’s back was sore as he hadn’t taken his pain pills yet. The wall was acting as support, but he knew that he would have to rely on the rush his attempt of saving this day could hopefully bring. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. RING, RING RING! Guy’s eyes opened in shock. ‘Shit. My phone,’ He thought. Upon cue the three men looked his way. ‘Ugh, fuck it’ He thought. He came out off the shadows “Who the fuck are you?” One of the robbers shouted. With his hand behind his back drawing out his retractable baton. Guy held up the other one. “Well, yes, yes it is me, but I got a lost. Forgot to take that left you know?” Mr J was now out of the room, staring a hole through Guy. Guy took a runner at the nearest and swung the baton, nailing him hard as he could in the ribs.
“Damn it,” Fred said under his breath. He’d been tying to reach Guy but it was engaged. He needed to know what the deal was. He wasn’t a big fan of Elliott and Fubar Chick being here. Not because of being find out, but because he was worried about him. He could tell EL and FC were disturbed about something. As always at a time like this FJ was torn between the job and a mate. Ever since they met in Vegas, a meeting that the undercover squad set up for Fred, Fred had always told himself this was a job and nothing more. But checking into Guy’s background and his past back life and all the stuff leading up to the here and now, and the many shades of grey in Guys life was unreal. But Fred could see what Guy was trying to now. “Redemption is never easy,” FJ told his undercover member at the time of putting the op together. He then thought of his undercover officer and wondered how hard it was. He then dialled their number.
“Shit!” Itchiander said. That was LEOG’s Cyrus. Guy was seen going into the bank.” “The Spill City Bank?” BDiddy asked. “Yes,” IH confirmed. “EL’s going to love that.” Just then Savage entered the room. “You get any of that?” IH asked him. Savage looked up. “Naw, man. I had to make a quick call to my moms. Let her know the good news.” “Ah, ok, Everything ok?” IH asked. Savage smiled and nodded. “Everything is just fine bro”
Back at the Spill City Bank, Guy is fighting is like mad. He’d lost his control of his nightstick and his back was aching too, he had to remove his sun glasses thinking Elliott was right about the shades getting in the way. He was able to hold off the three guys well enough. Guy saw Mr J via a shake of the head ban the three guys from using their guns, but J did keep his gun trained on the customers and workers. As one of the robbers held Guy for another robber to take a shot at him, Guy slammed his head back into the robbers face. He then back kicked the robber right between the legs. Once free, Guy ducked a flying fist by the other robber, and then grabbed his arm. Once he got control on him, Guy throws the robber into a pillar. Mr J then made a move, kicking his foot against the other and bringing out a small blade. He kicks out at Guy and lands a shot to the hip. Guy goes down to one knee, and then J punches him. Guy goes down. As he tries to get back J takes his foot and plants it hard in Guy’s back. “OUCH, Shit!” Guy yells as he goes down face first to the floor. Mr J gets down right next Guy. “You don’t have a very good poker face sir,” He states. “Been watching you wincing in pain the whole time there, Hey look at me,” Guy looks at J. “Are you LEOG or that new group?” “New group,” Guy groans.Mr J smiles widly. “He he he. Well I’m flattered. I’m getting so bored of those old farts trying to catch me. About time some new blood gave it a go.” Mr J sighs. “Ok then, up you get. You wanna be a hero? Lets see if you can save this day?”
Outside the bank LEOG’s Beau and Grant await the call from Cyrus. A small crowd have gathered, all of them suspecting something. But with no police to cordon off the scene, the crowd begins to grow. Beau tips his hat as thumps his foot waiting on what to do next. “This kid could be dead by now,” He alerts Grant. “Well, we can’t make a move until Cyrus calls back. Look this guy has went off half cocked. If we do the same, it’ll make the situation worse.” Beau laughed. “Grant this whole day couldn’t get any worse if Grant Morrison himself walked up to us and knees us in the nuts, whilst singing Do You Think I’m Sexy? This just goes to show that there too many of these nerds out there that read this shit and think they can play superhero.” “Remind me to get you a black kettle for Christmas this year,” Grant says with a eyebrow. Beau breaks out a small smile. Grant then says. “I know what you mean Beau but maybe if Spill city wasn’t such a fucking mess, we wouldn’t need this. I don’t mind there being another superhero group.” “Bullshit Grant,” Beau scoffed. “And excuse me for saying but we are the LEOG. Doesn’t that count for something Grant?” Grant didn’t answer. “Well maybe I should make it count now,” Beau said as he took off round the side of the building.
Sensing the FBI guys were going to send SWAT in, Elliott, Fubar Chick and Batman made a move, also round the side of the Western Bank. They saw the van parked outside the backdoor. Batman goes over to the door and tries it. “It’s jammed,” BM said. “I can’t break it down, it’d be too loud.” “Is there a window we try and sneak through?” BM asks. “I’ll go and check,” FC says. As she does Elliott’s mobile goes off. “What, you’re joking. God, right you lot go round to the City Bank, and hey Itch, be careful.” Elliott ended the call. “Problem?” Batman asked. “Yeah, a big one.” EL replied “Got it,” FC called back.
Back at Spill City Bank, Guy was now in the conference room with Douglas and Mr J. “Ok, Guy is it?” Mr J smiles, “My friend here told me. I want you to sit there and work out how you will save the day. And Benson, I want you choose and do it now. If you don’t I’ll take the choice from you and you’ll loose your family and your competition all in one day.” Benson was wreck now. Guy knew he had to do something, but what could he do? “Benson, don’t listen to this nutcase ok?” Guy said. “THERE WE GO. GOOD ONE GUY!” Mr J yelled. “Play your role well. Save this man. Your group would be proud of you.”
At Western Bank, Jokester and his men were all but ready. Jokester took centre stage in the room. “Ok, people, I’ve got good news. That being we’re off now, but you’re lives are still at risk, casue of this man.” Jokester said pointing to Richard Ward, who had now been sat on a chair facing a camera, all tied up “If Douglas Ward does not choose to have this bank blown up his family will be killed. However.” Jokester taked his gun, empties it barring one bullet. “If one of you were to kill him, the whole thing becomes null and void.” Jokester sits the gun down on Benson’s leg. The three men then make sure the cusomters and workers hands have their hands tied in front if them, making easier to access to the gun. “Good luck and remember, you’ll be laughing about this later.” Jokester and his gang head, “Oh and Nightmare’s boys can’t play,” Jokester says by way of reminder. “If Richard dies by their hands that doesn’t count.” Jokester then leaves with his group, money in toll. He is happy with his part of the job. They head out of the bank and over to the van. Jokester opens the door. “Surprise clown boys” Fubar Chick calls out as she, Elliott and Batman jumped out of the van. Fubar nails Jokester with a kick to the chest sending him to the ground. BM and EL take out the other two. “Find out what’s going on in the two banks,” Batman calls out. Fubar quickly puts Jokester in an ankle lock. EL lifts one of the robbers over his head and slams him into the side of the van. Batman meanwhile went back and forward with the hander of the three robbers. He then charges at BM who grabs him by the throat and throws him back to the ground. “OUCH, my ankle, you’re gonna fucking break it!” Jokester yelles. “Don’t worry bud: I’ll make a wish when it does.” Fubar calls out as she then puts the ankle lock into a heel hook, adding pressure. “Alright, OWWWW. The bank is wired to blow. Benson has to choose please me let go.” Jokester yells out loudly.
“Douglas, you know you don’t want to do this, for Christ sakes you can’t” Guy pleaded with Douglas. Douglas was crying now. “What choice do I have, they have my family?” Guy was at a loss. He’d only been doing this for a month and here he was in a situation he had no idea how to handle. Guy thought back to what Fred had said about Mr J was unlike any other “villain” he’d ever faced. As best as he could tell, there was no logic as to why Mr J was doing this other than to turn Benson into a murderer. “That’s right Benson I do have your family. And here’s the final prove.” Mr J had been dialling a number on the mobile but now handed to Benson. “Douglas, please. Whatever it is they want to you do to do, please just do it ok?” The phone then clicked. “Sandra, N.. no.” Douglas then looked at Mr J. “Tell me what to do.” Mr J smiled and held up the phone. “Just dial up this number.”
Elliott, Fubar Chick and Batman arrive at Western in time to see a man with his hands tied but holding a gun and standing over Richard ready to shoot and another man with other’s egging him own. Batman pulled a bat-rang and threw it at the gun. It hit the gun and dropped to the floor. “You don’t want do that sir.” “The hell I don’t,” The man exclaimed. “The place is going to blow.” “That’s why we’re here to help.” Elliott happens to glance over and see Evan lying in the corner, his face burnt. “Evan!” Elliott rushes over to him. “Dear god, what happened?”
“Douglas, don’t you fucking do this!” Guy warned Benson. “FUCK YOU!” He snapped back. “That’s my family he has, and they will be killed.” Douglas’s dispersion to save his family had reached fever pitch. “Once I do this,” He half giggled. “Everything will be normal again. You’ll see.” Guy could see Benson had snapped. He grabbed the phone, but Benson’s grip was strong. After wrestling over it, both men crashed to the floor. “Please, my family needs me Guy p-l-e-a-s-e.” Douglas sobbed. “Would your family want a murderer in their lives?” Guy shouted back. Through all of this Guy could see Mr J smiling widely. Guy looked at the monitor and could now see Elliott, Fubar Chick and Batman in the Western bank, freeing people. Mr J saw this too and was not happy, “Benson, time is up” Mr J then got another phone fom one of his goons who were in stand by orders. Then voices of two guys’ could be heard. One of them grabbed for Benson, but at the last second he……
“We're almost there buddy.” Elliott said as helped Evan out and into his Aston Martin., FC and BM had been helping people out of the bank for the last five minutes. They had just made it beforeFBI ssent SWAT in. “Batman, can you and FC take care of the rest, my friend here.” Batman looked at EL. “I know that’s your friend, Elliott but the bigger picture of a bomb needs to be dealt with first.” EL was about to answer when he saw Fubar Chick going back into the bank. He thought all the people including Nightmare’s crew had been saved. “Fubar,” EL called out. Elliott called out. “What are you doing?”
BOOM!
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Permalink Reply by Guy Behind The Guy (Age 86) on
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Oh you'll see. You sick.sick puppy. lol
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Permalink Reply by Fred Jordan on -
Okay, which bank blew up, or was it Benson's family? Excellent cliffhanger for the weekend, mate. I have no idea which way you went.
Clever, my man, very clever!!
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PART 7
“Fubar what are you doing?” Elliott called out to FC as he ran like the ran wind to catch her up. Fubar had gone down into the basement. “Fuck, FC, that’s where the bomb is!” Elliott called out. He ran down the stairs where he saw Fubar knelt down in front of the bomb. “Are you insane,” EL yells at her, his in tone reaching a state of anger. Fubar Chick didn’t reply. “We’re getting out of here NOW!” Elliott grabbed for Fubar’s arm, but she pult it away. “What fuck, have you got a death wish?” Elliott yelled now pissed. “No I haven’t. None of us did.” Fubar replied. “What do you mean?” Elliott asked. Fubar Chick looked up at Eliott. “This is a legit bomb.” With that she showed EL the plastic watch and fake as hell wiring. FC then turned a knob and a clown laugh could be heard along with the message. “I’m sorry; our bomb is another castle, HAHAHAHAHA!” A shot of water came out and caught Fubar in the face. “Very funny clown car fucker.” It then hit Elliott. “If there isn’t a bomb here, then where the hell is it?” Both Elliott and Fubar had the same thought at the same time.
All four men, Guy, Douglas, Beau and Grant watched the TV screen as Fubar Chick and Elliott raced out off the Western Bank. “Wh, Why hasn’t the bank blown up?” Douglas asked. “SHIT, J’s gone” Beau called out. “Ok, Guy, you stay here with Doug, whilst me and Beau will chase J and his goons down,” Grant stated. “Bullshit!” Guy stated. “This is my collar,” Guy snapped, “How so?” Beau asked. Guy stepped right up to the two LEOG members. “I just sat and watched that sicko mentally take this man apart, to the point he’s committed murder….” Guy made out he was going to say more but held back. “My point is, you guys just can’t burst in and claim it all for yourself. It’s my bust.” “You know, Guy,” Beau said mockingly. “I can’t help but notice you keep saying “my bust” Where’s the group’s bust Guy. Or do you even care?” “Guy, Beau please,” Grant pleaded, “We can do the dick measurements later ok, J’s getting away here.” Beau smiles “There’s nothing to measure Grant my man,” “Got that right,” Guy shoots back, giving a downwards nod to Beau’s crotch. Guy then asked. “You’re not going to move here, are you?” “Nope, not unless it’s to get Doug out of here and let LEOG do OUR job.” Guy nods. “Ok, then here’s a good bye Glasgow kiss” Guy then head butts Beau. He goes down holding his nose. “OUCH, Guy, you fuck.” Beau calls out in pain. “Jesus Guy, what did you do that for?” Grant asked as he went to Beau’s aid. “Grant, I’m sorry, nothing against you, or even the League. But I have to catch this guy.” Guy looked at Douglas who looked a complete wreck now, confused and lost by this turn of events. “I’m gonna get him for you Doug. Beat the shite out of him. I’m sorry man.”
Back at Western Bank, the police there were going bonkers, trying to get info they could. Jokester and his men were all arrested as was Nightmare’s guys, and Richard Ward was being seen to by own the sight medics. Batman agreed to take Evan to the hospital, whilst Elloitt, Fubar and Fred Jordan, who managed to convince Miller to let him go with EL and FC to Spill City Bank. Miller also sent cops to both Benson and Wards houses to check on their families. As Elliott sped his Aston Martin to the Spill City Bank his headset phone went off. “Itch man, give me some good news. You are, is it… Thank god, uh good to hear, what about Guy? Oh are you ok. Keep me posted then.” EL ended the call. “The bank wasn’t blown up guys,” EL informed his two passengers. IH, Savage and BDiddy are there just now. They don’t what Giy is up to and they caught three of Mr J’s guys trying to a runner from the bank.” “Sweet, good for them,” FC said and the said, “Then what the EFF was blown up?” Fubar asked. “No idea FC.” EL looked back to the seat were Fred sat. “You’re trying to catch, right?” EL asked Fred, who nodded. “So what was this about today? Why did my friend get half his face burnt to hell today? Was all really for nothing?” Fred wasn’t sure. All the leg work they did on Mr J told them he would target the Spill City Bank, which he did. But the decoy heist and the bomb and NOW the fake bomb, was it all for? Fred also wondered how Batman knew about Benson’s illegal as it was new to him. He started to wonder if he wasn’t the only informant on the force. Fred wanted nothing more than to call his police contact. If EL was right, they were at the bank just now.
Itchinader, Savage and BDiddy had indeed caught three of Mr J’s men and tied them up to a lamb post waiting for the police to arrive. “We need to find Guy now,” IH informed his two colleagues. “Split it up ok, I’ll go into the bank and you two go around the block”. B and Savage nodded. Itch went over to the bank and entered it. He was grabbed by Beau upon entry and thrown against a pillar. “What the hell man,” IH exclaimed as he looked at a man with a busted nose. “Who are you asshole?” The man asked, pissed off to the max. I’m Itchinader, an Awesome Group Member, and you are, apart from the total stranger whose ruffling me for no real legit reason.”
The guy sighed, “Oh good, another one of fucking cowboys.” Beau said. “Your other cowboy pal did this to me, and NO I don’t where he is.”
Guy has been trying to find Mr J for ten minutes now, walking up and down an alley. Had h just up and WHAM! Guy gets hit in the back and goes down. “Now, I really thought you would have learned your lesson by now, about your back.” Mr J says as he stands over him. Then the goons who got away with him pick him up and hold him. Guy is now face to face with J. “We’ve been trying to sooo hard not to laugh as we watched you walk up and down this alley like lost little boy.” He giggled. “Well come now, ask me.” Mr J says. “Ask you what?” Guy says, “Why did you do it and all that jazz.” J replied. “I already know replied. “You’re a sick fuck,” He laughed. “Uh come, everyone knows that, try again.” J says. “To stick it to Nightmare, hell I don’t know. Get money.” Mr J sighed. “Guy that money is blood money, I’m going to burn that shit. No ask me what I did to Benson. Ask if I really made a man who was merely flirting with the underground a murderer. That’s the best part for both of us talk about it. You being the good guy and me the bad. Did we do our jobs today? See I’m willing to bet that in certain perfect neighbourhood big red fire trucks are pulling up to a house that sorely needs the attention,” Mr J smiles. Guy tires to get free but the two goons hold him tight.
By now fire brigade and police cars pull up to the house that is burning out of control. And the firemen try to out it out. To all of these men this doesn’t make any sense. Why would anyone want to kill a family?
Inside Spill City Bank the police have now arrived and the hostages are set free. A police man who has just gotten the news about the bomb being at the house is told on his end by Miller over the phone to break the news gently. “Mr Benson I need to what yourself and Mr J talked about today in regards to the bomb at the Western Bank. Benson may have been a wreck but he will forever remember his conversation with Mr J on this day, *I want to see if you’ve really got it in you. I want to know if you’re truly an evil person.*
“So you had him kill his own family?” Guy asked Mr J. “I asked him to make a choice, see either way he was going to be a killer by the end of the day. By getting involved in Nightmare, he’d already made that choice. Did you know he was going to have Richard and his family killed?” Guy did not know. “That’s sick, and I love it. But it was only a thought you see. But the fact he even had it made me very interested in the man. A question I always like to pose. Does someone who has real the thought of killing someone really have it in them to actually take another life? Take Mr Benson. He was willing to have his opponents slaughtered so right there, the killing instant is in him cause of all of the greed and money. But would he kill for good, to save his family…. Or what he thinks is his family.”
“Mr Benson what did you and Mr J talk about it when to Richard’s Ward?” the cop asked Mr Benson. Benson thought back again, *U See I want to know if you can live with yourself. I mean, you want Richard and his family killed. I find that to be refreshing.*
The police had broken into Benson’s house and found Doug’s family tied up but unharmed. On the bed was a photograph of the Ward house, back end simply said “BOOM”
“You heard him say it Guy,” Mr J said. Guy thought back to how desperate Douglas had gotten. *Once I do this everything will be normal again. You’ll see.* Douglas really believed in his heart of heart he was making things right by killing the people in the Western Bank. What would he think now? “That can’t be all this about, the whole day just for that?” “The money was a bonus sure, but yes just for that,” J confirmed.
Once the fire out, and the police fire brigade got into what was left of the house they looked around the charred remains. After some searching they found the remains of Mary and Brent Ward in the living room. All present felt sick to their stomach. “They wouldn’t even have known what hit them,” The head fire marshal said. “We need to find where this blast came from. I’m thinking it came from the cellar; it seems like a downward blast.” The cop in charge nodded, “Ok will do, um what’s your name sir?” The cop asked the fire marshal. “My is Jack Burton,” He answered back.
“You’re so sick J,” Guy said. “You took a man and made him kill in the name of his family.” “NO!” Mr J cut in. “I took a man who had it in him the whole time to be a killer and made it so. Ya see Guy; we’ve all got in us. That dark side, it’s in all of us. And if the right path is set for us, we have no choice but to follow.” These were hard words for Guy to hear, but he tried not to show it. “Douglas is nothing like, and neither am I.” Guy then did his best to brake free from the goons grip, He manages to break free and sides’ punches one goon and back kicks the other. He then nails Mr J and rakes him down. Guy jumps on top of J and repeatedly nails him with right hands. “OH, UW HAHAHA. See what I mean Guy?” Mr J gets out between shots. Guy couldn’t believe his ears. Guy is then hit from behind with a gun. He goes down. The two goons now recovered help Mr J up. One of then grabs Guy and throws him against a wall. Mr J then takes the gun and outs to Guy’s head. “I like you Guy. You seem really keen to play the good guy and that’s to be admired but at the same time you have this darkness in you. I can feel it. I like it. But a message must be sent to your little group, so I’m sorry Guy but it has to be this way ,oh and one last thing,” Mr J leans down next to Guy and whispers into his. The news Guy hears shocks him to his core. Mr J then pushes the gun into his temple, “Ugh no.. Don’t… FUCK YOU then do it.” Guy said his, eyes closed. WHIZZ, THUMP. Something hit J and he goes down. Guy then hears the two goons run and then a fight breaks out. Guy opens his and sees BDiddy fighting the two goons. She takes them down with fast palm strikes and kick combs. Once there down, Diddy walks over to Guy. “Are you ok?” She asks as she holds her out hand. Guy looks up at BDiddy who is still wearing her white tanktop and fit tartan shorts, her hair slighty matted with fight sweat. Guy takes her hand and is helped up her. “Are you ok honey?” “Yeah, I’m fine we need to get in touch with the gang or something there’s…” “Well helloooo beautiful,” Mr J says, as he gets back up “And you are beautiful. But I think you’d look much better with a smile on your face,” B goes to run at J, but Guy holds her back. “Leave him we NEED to make a move here,” “Leave him, but.” B say’s “Look B, I’ll explain on the way, please I need you with me here.” BDiddy looked at Guy who looks extremely disturbed about something. Guy looked over at Mr J. “His time will come in, but we have to move,” They then take off leaving Mr J behind. “That’s Awesome, Guy. Go and save the day, hurry now.”
Back at Western Bank Rothman and Miller were discussing things with Santos and Palmer. “There’s one thing I don’t get,” Rothman asked. “What was the point of having someone try and kill Richard Ward? I mean Doug had to blow up the bank to save his family, but what was the point of that?” Miller thought on it. He looked over at Ward who was a wreck after he was told about the deaths of his son and wife. Then it hit him,“Oh my god NO!”
Sandra and Becky were been given medical help. Both were shook up. The cops were doing a house check after Sandra gave a brief statement on what had happened with the thugs breaking in half an hour after Douglas left for work. A cop in the kitchen went to make her some tea. He put on the cooker then…BOOM!
As the day turned to night Mr J’s true plan was finally shown. Both bank managers’ families were killed by house explosions, and as of half two that afternoon Douglas Benson had killed himself and Richard hadn’t said a word since the news was broken to him. The stock market also took a hit. Both banks were robbed, and Benson’s bank was under investigation. Guy sat in his room replaying the day’s events in his head. When he and BDiddy got to the others they saw that Fred Jordon was there. They tired to contact the Benson household but they were too late. Fuel was also added to the fire between Awesome Group and LEOG after Guy’s actions. It was hoped that the two superhero groups could work together but that probably couldn’t happen now. Mr J had gotten away. The only good news was that Jokester and three goons had been arrested. Hopefully some useful info could be found out. “Hey Guy,” BDiddy’s voice called out. Guy gave her a weak smile. He was grateful she had helped him out today and earlier on and assured Guy that Mr. J’s actions in the alley would stay only between them. “Hi B, are they ready yet?” Guy asked. Elliott had asked to speak to Guy later on. B smiled, “Just about hon, are you doing ok?” Guy shrugged. B then joined Guy as she sat next to him on his bed. “Just wondering is all,” Guy said. “By rushing in there like that, did I cause any of it?” B shook her head. “No way Guy, look you did what you felt was right. I won’t lie. Some of your actions went against the grain of the group. But I know in your heart you had the right interests.” Guy then said. “But I couldn’t Douglas down form pushing that fucking button and Now… there all dead.” Guy started into space. B then took a hold of Guy’s hand. “Don’t even think like that Guy. This is all Mr J’s doing. Not yours. And like you said, we’ll pay for today and everything else he’s done. Come on, we better go and see Elliott.”
Fred Jordan was rubbing his temples. This had been a bad, bad day. Two families were killed. A total worth of $55millon dollars were stolen and Mr J had gotten away. ‘Was this operation doomed from the get go?’ He thought to himself. Jokester was caught so the police, LEOG, Batman, AG or who the fuck ever would have to work extra hard to crack him and get something on J. He was pleased with the Intel his undercover had given him today when they met briefly but was worried at how long the gig could last. In any event, the day was over and he wanted to blow off some steam. He phoned Rothman to see if he wanted a drink but he wasn’t at his desk.
Palmer entered his office and put the light on. “Oh Jesus!” Palmer said as got a fright when he saw Rothman sitting at his office desk. “Rough day, eh Palmer?” “What are you doing here Rothman and what do you want?” He asked. “The same thing as you,” Rothman replied. “These costumed freaks kicked to the curb. See I could tell from your comments today how much you hate them. I do too. I think we could work together on this.” “How so?” Palmer said, his interests peaked, “Mayor Korey is allowing it to be so.” “Then we change his mind,” Rothman offered back. “Korey wouldn’t be so keen on these guys if he thought they were doing illegal shit on the side. Say paying out a for police contact. I can’t tell you about Batman’s, but the Awesome Group has one.” “Who?” Palmer asks. “Fred Jordan,” Rothman fires back with a hint of glee in his voice. “And FBI agent Palmer, Fred has an undercover officer inside in the Awesome Group. I don’t know who but I know he does, so how about we help each other out here.” Rothman holds out hand. Palmer thinks about it. “Deal,” he says. The two men shake hands.
Mr J wasn’t too happy about Jokester being arrested, but knew he’d be ok and wouldn’t talk. J was already hatching a plan to get his right hand man out. In the meantime, J was thinking about what a good day today was. “Spill City is getting closer to being my kind of paradise,” J said out loud as he looked down at a newspaper and a story about the Awesome Group. “A new group to play and this Guy here, what is about you? Why do I think it would be so much fun to break you?” Mr J took his knife and slammed it hard down onto the paper cutting.
Nightmare was furious over J’s actions. Mr J stole HIS money and also got three of his guys arrested, what of they talked? Douglas, his main money guy was dead and now with him and Ward dead Spill financial market was tanking hard. Nightmare sat in his leather chair. He was ready to make Mr J pay. And the way to do that was through his littlie freak helper Jokester. “Indeed,” he said out loud in his empty office such was his rage.
Savage was so happy with the way today had gone. He had hoped by phoning Guys mobile it would catch him in a bad situation, but in the actual bank? ‘Too sweet,” he thought. He didn’t care what his boss wanted from him, this was too personal to him and he wanted to get Guy right were he wanted him, and then close the trap on him.
The group cleared as Elliott got ready to talk to Guy. Fubar Chick patted him on the shoulder. “You did a good job today, ok Bud,” she said to him. Guy nodded and thanked her. Itch went up to Guy. “Wanna watch Youtube vids later?” “Sure man, your Poop is het best after all,” Guy said. Savage gave Guy a passing nod and BDiddy smiled at himbrushingbhis hand as she went pass him. Once the room was cleared El and Guy sat down. “How’s Evan?” Guy asked. “His left side of hia face his badly burned, but he should make a recovery, thanks for asking,” EL said. “Ok Guy, first off what you tired to do for Douglas was brave and wayyy cool. And it is not your fault what happened today, um fatality wise and such. However going off on you own and not telling us? And putting your fellow member’s lives on the line reckless and stupid, on top of which, by attacking Beau today you put a terrible strain between us and LEOG. I want the two groups work together. So Guy do you have anything to say in your defence?” Guy wanted to tell EL he heard him and Fubar Chick talking about, but felt that would be passing blame, which was wrong. “No, I don’t EL,” Guy said. Elliott frowned. “Ok Guy. I’m so, so sorry to have to tell you this. But you’re suspended indefinitely.”
END OF EPISODE 2
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Permalink Reply by Fred Jordan on
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Wow, all the bankers and their families are dead, the money's gone, nobody trusts anybody, I'm holding a wild card (thanks for doing that for me - very, very cool) and you're off the force. I thought the "Boom " sign was a nice touch, then they blow up anyway. And'The fit tartan" shorts made me raise the ol' flag for a while.
Great job mate - you got skills!!
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Issue 3: Convention of Flames – Part 1
At this time of year it truly was a good time to be a quote “nerd”. The conventions’ had kicked off three months back and now were in full free flow. With amazing art shown via the medium of comics and graphic novels and stories of heroics told in a passionate manner. And thanks to the appeal of crossover culture TV/films and games were getting a piece of the action too. And of course the best thing of all was the fans. Yes, these “fanboys” got a bad rep. Were looked down and sniggered by the “cool crowd” and the “jocks” but they were no tighter community than that of the “nerds” If you liked any of the above you were welcomed no questions into the fold. Into the family. Alison Wilkes was hoping to be welcome into this family as this was her first comic convention ever. She wondered how she looked in her Jean Grey outfit. It was a tight fit, but not uncomfortable tight. And it was getting her a few glances from the males. ‘The male geeks’ Alison thought then allowed a smile to show. She did want to be here, she really did, but the sole reason was for her new boyfriend Patrick Meeks.
Patrick was dressed as the Green Lantern. At first Alison thought he looked rather silly but as the hours passed she started to lean towards ‘Kinda hot.’ They were now walking hand in hand across the hall of the Spill Town Public Hall. They had looked at many stands. Patrick bought some comics, and a collectors’ edition of the LEOGS first ever comic and got a picture taken with member Beau. They chatted and Beau said he would look out for him at the big comic conference in Spill City, next week.
“Are you ok sweetheart?” Patrick asked. Alison looked to her boyfriend of one month who still looked rather odd as this comic book character. But he was her new BF and he was so good to her, “Yeah, I’m fine really?” Patrick smiled. “Not too bored by all this geekness?” Alison laughed. “I’m sorry, I guess I’m dragging this down a bit? Patrick kissed Alison. “No, you’re not,” he said after he broke the kiss. “And thank you for doing this for me. Means a lot. You look HOT by the way.” They kiss again. If Alison was honest, this was something she was happy to share with Patrick. She has remembered how hard it was for Patrick to tell her about how much he loved comics. There was no doubt that Alison was taken back by his passion for comic books but she loved him too mush to let such a thing get in the way. It was not her sure, but Patrick most certainly was and that is why she is here dressed as Jean Grey and being with her man.
Then a commotion breaks out from the other side of the hall. At first it was one costumed who person ran by. And then another. “What’s going on?” Alison asked. That was when the smoke could be seen, and then a raging fire could be seen under the door frame. The flames were licking under the door. The smoke was funnelling under the main door way. “Jesus, a fire!” Patrick exclaimed. “Come on; let’s get out of here Alice.” They tried to casually walk over to the fire exit at the side of the room, but a small group of people had gathered at said door. “It won’t fucking open man,” a kid dressed as Batman yelled. “An older teenager dressed as the Flash tired to kick it in.” But there was no give to the door. He swore under his breath. The staff at the convention tired to calm things down my making an announcement over the PA system. Just then the door exploded and the fire busted into the main hall like a deadly unwelcome criminal, burning and killing all who stood in its path.
Patrick shielded Alison from the newly burnt corpses. He tried to find a safe spot but with tables, comics and all sorts of memorabilia now starting to catch fire it was hard. The sprinklers then came on. “Oh thank god,” Alison said. The water fell gently onto the hall. Patrick found a spot and they took cover under a big conference table hoping and praying that the sprinklers would do their job until the fire brigade got here. Patrick held Alison close as chaos broke out all around them. The “family” now out of the window as costumes all over went all out to save themselves. Suddenly a huge roar could be heard and a huge flame ripped loose right in front of the new couple. As if out of nowhere the fire started to get worse, it became more intense and hateful. Alison screamed and sobbed uncontrollably as the flames started to snake their way up her leg. She wasn’t really burnt so Patrick moved her and they tired to find a way out. “How, *cough* could this *cough* spread so fast?” Patrick asked no one in particular. The entire hall was now a comic hell, screams of pain could be heard all round and cries for help were just as loud and desperate. They made it to another door but it wouldn’t budge, like if it was locked from the outside.
They collapsed into each others arms. It looked very bleak here. Still no sign of the fire brigade. They were trapped for whatever reason. If she was going to die, Alison wanted to tell Patrick she loved him. But the smoke was now filling up their lungs making impossible for her talk. She looked over at Patrick. He wasn’t moving or breathing. The entire hall was nothing but fire. Sound of people crying and dying could be heard.
Then Alison saw a wee red light heading her way. ‘What was it?’ she thought. The wee red light acted like a search light as it was moving from side to side and back and forward. It then came her way. She smiled. It had to be the fire brigade. Alison closed her eyes and gave Patrick’s arm a rub. When she opened them that’s when she saw the figure. A tall figure of a fireman, standing in and amongst the flames but knowing the right spots to stand in. Alison looked up at her safer dressed in black flack jacket and an air tank strapped to his back and his face hidden by a head cap and a gas mask with a helmet visor protector. The figure was male. He stepped forward and looked down at Alison He was going to take her and Patrick away from this hell and they would be ok and she would be with Patrick forever. Alison wanted to be saved but as she looked up at the fireman all she saw what appeared to be a smile on his face. Then did she hear a snicker, a small laugh as he turned away from her and marched off ?
48 HOURS LATER!
Mayor Korey sat in his office watching the news. Two days ago a huge fire had broke out in the Spill Town Public Hall, killing most inside, the rest going to hospital. The circumstances of the fire were viewed as suspicious by the police This was because it had all the all the callings of the. Hooded Burner. A serial killer who has been burning down conventions since April. This was could have been his 6tth
But worst of all LEOGS Beau was in the fire and he was sent to the hospital. A pissed off Cyrus and Leon stood in his office waiting the green light. “Come on man, you know this is the right move,” Leon stated. “We still don’t know what we’re dealing with here guys,” Korey answered. “Shit, we don’t even know for sure who would this. Jokester is in jail so he’s out of the frame. Mr J’s ass went underground since the bank job. So who else is there? I just think that you guys should hold off until we know for sure it’s not a copy cat.” Cyrus groaned. “Jesus Korey, look granted this Hooded Burner guy has been getting a lot of press. But copy cats are just that. They copy the acts and traits of the original killer. This guy did all the same shit to a tee and got it right. You don’t get THAT lucky, first time around.” Korey groaned. “Goddamn it, you’re right man. Fine you can give it an Indy investigation I guess, at the very least for Beau.” Leon and Cyrus smiled. “But I want you to work with the Awesome Superheroes too.” That wiped the smiles off of their faces
END OF PART 1
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Detective Fred Jordan hadn’t heard from his Awesome Superhero undercover agent in a long time. He was standing in the total ruin that was Spill town hall. Only two days ago this place was a lively eventful place with comic book and “geek” fans all over the place. Now it was a dark, and depressing shrine to comic fans. The smell of charred bodies made Fred feel ill which in turn made it hard for him to focus on what his undercover agent was saying. He couldn’t be sure, but he got the feeling that something was kept from him. But he wasn’t sure what. Had the undercover found something or not? He asked. But only after a pause, a faint “No, not yet was the answer” Fred didn’t fully buy it. But what else could he do? This was their first job as an UCA. He could hardly tear strips here. Still, something was up. He would have to press the issue another time though. Right now he was at a murder scene and Captain Miller was heading his way looking pissed as he clutched a copy of the day’s Spill Paper. “Have you seen this muck?” Miller grumbled as he shoved the paper under Fred’s nose. “Um, no sir, I have not” Was his cool reply. Miller was stressed. So Fred would try and do what he could to lessen the stress in his boss. Fred took a look and read the big bold headline. Written by one Carlyle, of Spill’s newspaper journalist. A role he filled when the man/woman only known as SB suddenly disappeared. In bold print. The headline read. “HODDED BURNER ARRIVES TO SPILL CITY.” Below that, a smaller headline reads. “Multi millionaire promises to replenish destroyed buildings.” “Cutting it a bit neat there, wouldn’t you say Fred?” Miller asks Fred. “I mean, we’re only 48 hours removed from this fire and already this building is on Tony’s list. Fred wasn’t sure if Miller was just venting at another rich mogul (which he did a lot) or if this was said with a suspicious mind in play.
Before Fred could enquire as to which his partner Rothman and head fire Marshall Jack Burton arrived back after they took a tour of the burnt down building. “What’s the deal?” Miller asked Jack. “On the real? It’s our man alright. I’ve been getting all the files of the past fires this sick kat has set and it all matches. Dude really knows his shit too. Which makes me wonder?” “Wonder about what?” Miller asksed. “Wheatear or not this a fireman doing the killings and shit. Like I said bro. This guy is taking all of our fire prevention shit and turning it to the flipside.”
The images were always nice to look. He sat in his chair and relived the moment over and over. Had it really been two days since he lit his last fire? Well fuck, had he been. Was he losing it? Nah, he’d be ready to hit the next one tonight. Another convention just outside Spill City. A small de-tour for sure but so worth it man. Then he started to have images of that chick who looked right at him, thinking he was her saver. ‘STUPID FUCKING COW’ He said too to himself. The sad and desperate look in her eyes. With that image now in his head Hooded Burner released the gooey substance from his own little hose. “I LOVE MY JOB” He said.
It took about two hours to round up LEOG and the Awesome Group collectively. They were now in mayor Korey’s office awaiting a briefing from the man himself. Elliott looked over his group. Fubar Chick stood arms behind back and just looked back between Elliott and LEOG. Elliott scanned the room of the other members of the group. Itchinader was tapping madly into a hand held computer. Savage looked distracted for some reason. Elliott couldn’t be sure but he thought he could hear Savage talking to himself in his room. In all reality it was no doubt Savage talking on the phone to someone. EL then looked at BDiddy who quite focused on the job at hand. Other members had joined since then. Fred Y2C stood in a black Spiderman suit looking intent. There was also Timmy Cupcakes. Yes, the name got many a strange look but for someone who was well versed in martial arts. Then there was Scottish import Young JustUS. Despite his very femine looks the guy could fight and had one hell of a right hand on him. He was recruited by Guy, his last action before he was suspended.
Cyrus and Leon are the co-leaders of the LEOG group, the original superhero group Korey sanctioned for Spill City. This was a title both founders were extremely proud of. So naturally feelings tantamount to a rivalry were there when the Awesome Superhero Group were formed back in March. But the fires for that were flamed when Guy head butted Beau, breaking his nose and also an unwritten code between the two groups. But now Beau was lying in a hospital bed after he had been one of the lucky few who survived the fire. This banded the two groups as they began the search for the serial Hooded Burner.
“Ok, boys and girls thank you for coming to this briefing today,” Mayor Korey announced. He then filled the two groups in on the killings HB had been making since April around the states. At first they had been small time. Conventions that took place in little flee market halls and had very little to no celebrities at all. But with each fire, each convention, the numbers rose and rose. 48 hours ago in Spill Town Hall HB had killed up to 283 of a 400 capacity hall of people. There were never any witnesses which really baffled the police as to why no one had seen anything at all out of place in or around the halls.
Korey then informed the groups that tonight there would be throw the floor open for a Q&A. Elliott asked of they were any suspects. Korey said they were no suspects. Saying that since the killer no doubt lived outside of Spill City due to the fact two days was his first killing near Spill residents. Many other questions were tossed around about the possibilities. More than one killer, sex of the killer, motives. Then Elliott asked about Beau. “Beau is doing ok,” Cyrus informed the Awesome Group leader. “Minor burns. Damaged lungs caused by smoke. But believe me Elliott. Beau is one of the lucky ones.” Savage then asked, “Do we know for sure Hooded Burner will be at that convention tonight?” “No,” Korey answered. “Nothing is for sure, but this is a pretty big con tonight so it stands to reason man” Savage nodded, smiled and mouthed “Ok” Elliott then took the floor. “It is my intention to lift Guy’s suspension. We need all the members we can in on this. And after his recent case I feel he can help all of us. Put in the slog as he would say.”
There was silence in the room. Pin dropping silence. Cyrus then looked back over the faces of his fellow members. Leon, Grant, Jason. Greg, Fish and Alison. He then shook his head. “We would deeply oppose that move,” Cyrus said, “EL. It’s clear that Guy was still to be suspended, how long for?” “Another month, look Cyrus, LEOG. What Guy did was wrong. He knows that and he is sorry. But this goes beyond or rival. And beyond a “code” We have a serial killer who is happily killing people off in the worse way. Hooded Burner will kill tonight. And I have to believe he will have his sights set on the big convention in two days time. Shit that’s why he’s here I bet” EL looked over at Korey who gave a nod of his head. “It would seem so kid,” Was the agreeable reply. Elliott nodded. “Ok then so can we please drop the hero bs, and focus on the main objective here, Hooded Burner?” Suddenly all eyes turned to Grant, the only witness in the room to what went down between Beau and Guy that day in the bank. Realising all eyes is on him Grant speaks up. “Ok, what Guy did that day was extremely unprofessional, BUT. Uh man. I love Beau. He’s my LEOG bro through and through. But the fact he antagonized Guy. The man I suppose just wears his LEOG heart on his sleeve. But more so than not when it comes to you guys, Beau doesn’t express his opinions the best way possible.” “Dude,” Leon says in a mixture of surprise and disappointment. “Oh come on Leon. I think we feel that this group is an unwelcome rival” It then broke down. Korey got control bad and said he had made a decision. “Excuse me Korey,” a female voice called out from dying down noise. It was BDiddy. “I’m not going to defend Guy’s actions, because he would never defend it himself. But anything he did that day was to purely save the lives of everyone in those two banks and the families too. I can tell you for a fact that was all that was on his mind. Saving lives.”
The room was silent. “Ok, thank you B sweetheart,” Korey said. “I’ve made my choice. Elliott, Guy is back on duty. I’ll expect to see you all at that convention.” “Are you going too?” Cyrus asked. Korey looked back at Cyrus “Yes, I’ am. I’m not sitting by and letting this sick asshole blow through my city.”
When the Awesome Group got back to base everyone was still on BDiddy’s speech. Expect Savage. “BITCH!” He had to say under his breath, even though he was in his room and the door was locked. “They need to know,” he said. Savage then marched over to his desk and saw that his phone had four missed calls since morning. It was boss. His now former boss, but he didn’t know that yet. Savage then looked at his clock and then went over to his cupboard and opened. He looked at its contents and thought about his next move. Plan one had failed and now he just didn’t care if Guy lived or died. So now he looked at the cupboard again. And thought of plan two.
It was the same dream like it had been for the last few years. Stalking up from behind and feeling the……………… “JESUS!” Guy leapt up from the couch in a cold sweat. When would this nightmare end? When would his old life stop stalking him from behind? Guy rubbed his eyes and allowed himself to wake up more. He looked at the clock. He had been out for two hours. He got up off the couch and went over to see he had missed a call from Elliott informing him that he would like to talk to him. Guy hoped this was a prelude to his suspension and him being back on the team. And he would see B again. The sound behind started as greek in the floorboards. And then a set of footsteps coming up from behind him. Guy tried to turn round quickly but was got on the side of the head. He fell down, looked up and saw the figure of man standing over him. A man dressed in a fireman’s outfit. The last thing Guy saw that this person was studying him. Head slowly going from side to side and then. That was when he could smell petrol being poured everywhere.
END OF PART 2
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It was just after half past six when The Awesome Group of Superheroes got the call that Guy’s house was on fire and that he very well might be in it. Headed by Elliott and Fubar Chick, they led Itchy , BDiddy and a late on the scene Savage, and Fred Y2C. Head fire marshal Jack Burton asked the hero group to stay back as the house was a complete blaze and no one should go in there unprotected. This means the group have no choice but to stay back as Jack goes in to the house. Jack led of three co workers into the burning inferno that was Guy’s house. Jack took his co workers into the unforgiving and fire blaze. All the three were suited and booted as they worked there through the labyrinth of thick smoke and intense flames. Jack told two of his men to go up the stairs whilst he an another co-worker worked the down stairs area. The co worker went into the kitchen whilst Jack headed into the living room. The fire burnt with a fierce intensity at the entrance way of the room. It was almost as if the flames were double dog daring Jack to enter. Jack thought of nothing but accepting the dare. The house fire was out of control no doubt but for some odd reason Jack had a feeling that this wasn’t what the Awesome Group would be thinking it is. But that was neither here nor now. All Jack cared about was doing his job and getting Guy out of the house where ever he was.
The Awesome Group looked on, helpless. For some of the member not being able to help was a crippling feeling. This was their jib after all. That and a colleague and friend’s life were in danger. Elliott stood firm on the ground. His tall frame upright as he led by example but he was scarred shitless. If the worse did happen he would feel horrible for suspending Guy this long. He was now beginning to understand just how Guy felt after the bank job. Fubar Chick stood hand clasped over mouth. She hadn’t been this worried since Guy got hit with that car back in March. She wanted nothing more than to say “Fuck it,” and run right into that flaming house BDiddy was fighting back the tears. It would be a cruel, cruel blow for B to take if the worse were to happen to Guy tonight just a month after they made the strongest of connections. An arm went around B’s shoulders. It was Ichinader. “He’ll be ok B,” he says to her. B hoped IH was right. She wanted it to be true. She hoped and wished Guy was alive.
Jack Burton found Guy lying on the living room floor. JB could see Guy was also lying on a very large amount of glass. Further looking told Jack that Guy had been thrown through his glass table and was lying in its bloody and sharp aftermath. He carefully moved Guy to see his face and was shocked to see that his oxygen mask had been glued onto his face. Guy had also been roughed up a bit as the bruise on the right eye and both cheeks proved. JB shook his head as he checked for a pulse…. There was one but it was faint. “Come on Guy, lets get our ass out of here, stat,” Jack said. He reached down and picked Guy up, throwing him over his broad shoulders. The fire was raging. Flames blocked his pathway out and the thick, thick smoke made it hard to look for an alternate route. “This is going to b some tricky shit,” Jack proclaimed.
“Goddamn it,” Mayor Korey cussed as he looked at his watch. The Awesome Group were late as he stood next the League who were ready for action as they stood outside the Luton Conference Centre, just outside Spill Town and on it’s way to the big city.
Both Leon and Cyrus had to bite their tongues real hard to the point blood would seep out if they were to actually do said mouth movement. For the co-founders of the LEOG there was professional pride to be taken into account when it came to Awesome Group’s very existence in Spill City. For Leon and Cyrus the very concept of masks in this city was built on their backs. And now this and maybe other groups would follow. It just didn’t sit right with them. And already the two groups had clashed. But right now their was a bigger problem for both groups in the form of Hooded Burner.
Just then a police car pulled up alongside the trio. It was Capt Miller and in his car. Just behind him another car pulled with another trio. Fred Y2C, Timmy Cupcakes and Young JustUs. Miller informed Korey and co of what happened at Guy’s place. “Oh, shit. Was HB?” Korey asked. “We don’t know at this point,” was the reply. “Just that Guy’s house is an enraging inferno.” The Awesome Group trio apologised for the rest of the group not being there but at it was moot. Korey understood and hoped Guy would be ok. As did Cyrus and Leon. But they also felt bad. Theories were quickly discussed if this was Hooded Burner and I would he make such a direct attack and would there be more? But Miller has no answer. Just that Fred Jordan was on the scene and he would have more info when he got it. With nothing more to do Korey led the way into the hall.
Hiding amongst the trees and bushes Hooded Burner felt like a kid again. Where these guys, these law enforcement figures here to catch him tonight? It did kind of worry him that they figured out his next move, but then he knew that would mean even more actual heroes would feel the lick of his flames tonight. It was time to pull a burn on more of these worthless nerd fuckers…. and their heroes.
The fire at Guy’s still burnt out of control and neither he nor Jack had walked out from it’s out of control rage blaze yet. The smoke reached high into the night sky escaping its angry fiery source. The group were getting worried as they had been standing on Guy’s front lawn for fifteen minutes now. By now thoughts turned to how or who started the fire? Elliott had Fubar Chick and BDiddy check the around the surrounding the houses. Ichhinader stood next to Elliott. “This doesn’t make any sense Ichi” EL said. “Why would Hooded Burner attack Guy?” “Why would he try and kill Grant?” Was the reply, “What are you saying EL asked ?” Ichy turned to Elliott. “Been doing some checking and it seems the attacks aren’t as random as they seem to be. Each fire, each attack a former or current hero is at each convention. I should have said something sooner but I had to do a shit load of cross checking.” EL considered this. “So why this personal attack then?” Ichty didn’t know. EL looked around. “Where is Savage by the way?”
Fubar Chick and BDiddy tired to do the job Elliot had given them but it was tough. FC could see Diddy was doing her damnest to keep it all in check. “Are you ok?” Fubar asked. “I’m…. just worried. Really worried.” Diddy replied. “I know. I’ am too .And if this is that Hooded Burner fucker. I’ll burn him to hell with a match stick I lit by striking it off his ass.” B tired to laugh but it didn’t come out right. Fubar turned to Diddy. “Are you WORRIED about Guy, like beyond work colleague worried?” BDiddy turned to FC. It was a clear night in Spill City. The moon was out and bright and it got B out as her eyes were glassy and wet and a single tear ran down her cheek.
Fred Jordan sat in the police car just a few doors down. He watched as he hoped everything would be ok. His police radio was tuned to the 999 national grid which meant he could hear if anything went on the fire. In his lap sat a file marked “Hooded Burner case” No matter what happened tonight be it at Guy’s or at the convention tonight tomorrow he and Rothman would talk to the only and suspect they had in this case. Although probably not involved directly as he wasn’t the type to get his hands dirty, millionaire Tony Stark had something to do with it.
By now Jack’s crew had to batter in Guy’s living room wall so Jack could carry guy out. It took three minutes to do so. Jack had to think fast. The oxygen mask that was glued to Guy’s face was stuck solid. So he hooked that up to an oxygen tank that he strapped to Guy’s back. The fire flew at Jack’s face as the wall broke down sending flames scattered in all directions. “Come one, let’s go guys,” Jack called out to his men. The other crew members had been trying to put the fire for the last half hour now. But it was as fierce as fuck at this point. ‘This fire was no accident’ Jack thought as he waited for the wall to give in. Jack warned his men not to bring in down the wall whole as the foundation would give way, but with the pathway to the hall was an impossible route to take. Once a proper sizes hole was made Jack passed Guy to two colleagues, then made his way out. The fire in the hall was acting as an enemy challenging and fighting to keep Jack and his men boxed in. But Jack had been a fire fighter for ten years now and he had seen all sorts of fires started for all sorts of reasons and ways. Jack and his men kept ducked down as the smoke tired to compress their lungs. ‘Man vs. Fire’ Jack thought. He loved it. They fought long and hard to get out in one peace, all the while Guy was draped over Jack’s broad shoulders. They get out and Jack lays Guy on the grass as his colleagues and First Aid rush to him. Jack informs them of the mask glued to him. Suddenly Guy wakes up, sees Jack and nails him hard. He tires to grab him but his very weak. The group pull back. Guy is frantic but the mask glued over his mouth which makes understanding his rants and yells next to impossible. BDiddy rushes over, gets a hold of Guy’s face holds it. “ I am here...and I am not going anywhere” Guy looks at BDiddy. Looks into her eyes. And is now calmed. As if the look the two shared healed the frantic rants. He then took deep breathes and humbly apologised to Jack. “It’s ok. But why did you go all Jack Nicolson on me?” Guy coughed and spluttered. “The dude was all done up in fireman’s gear. It meant he could stay around and beat the crap out if me. He wanted me to die tonight.” Guy looked up at those around him “He told me this before he lit the place up” As weak as Guy felt he could his hand being squeezed by B, her heart both relived and sinking in equal measure.
The petrol was poured. The exits blocked. The sprinklers rigged and the match lit in his hand. Hooded Burner crossed himself. Thought of those who would die tonight including the “celeb heroes” smiled and let go of the match. “THE FIRE IS MY LIFE. AND THOSE AROUND ME SHALL DIE FROM IT” The fire burns as much as his passion for his job.
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