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Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning!  Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content.  These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

One Shots #7

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Editor’s Notes: This is another horror story project that I did in a horror writing class that I took in college.  It is about werewolves.  The story sort of has sentimental value to me because it sort of describes an apartment I rented one time. 

A Wolf at the Door

 Linda was at home in her rather small two bedroom house.  Linda sat in the small kitchen, at the kitchen table.  She was playing games on her computer, that was sitting on her kitchen table.  She was playing a game about exploring ancient dungeons, and was currently fighting some skeletons, when the phone rang.  The ring of the telephone startled her, and caused her to lose her character’s life on the game. 
 She walked toward the front door to where the only phone in the house was sitting on the coffee table, and answered it while sitting down on the living room couch.  It was her annoying younger sister, Jennifer.  Jennifer had just gotten home from a school dance, and wanted to come over.  It was all right with Linda, she didn’t care if her sister came over or not.  Secretly, though she wouldn’t ever admit it, she didn’t mind the company, and kind of enjoyed it, so Jennifer was on her way over.
 Linda was twenty-six years old, and her sister was eight years younger than her.  At eighteen years old, Jennifer was still in her senior year of high school, and still lived with their parents.  Linda was now living on her own, and working as a secretary for a big company.  She worked eight to five during the week, and got all weekends off.  Tonight was just another Friday night to her. 
 Linda liked to play video games, and both Jennifer and her liked to watch wrestling on television.  The wrestlers were so hot.  If it was a Saturday, they would be watching the comedy shows of late night, but since it was just a Friday, there wasn’t much on, so Linda just had the television set to the music channel, mostly listening to, and occasionally watching certain music videos, though all in all she didn’t really care for most of the bands nowadays, because she still liked the old heavy metal stuff that only a few bands even came close to today.  She was now trying to ignore commercials, while she went back, and continued to play her dungeon crawler game restarting from her last saving point on the computer.
 She paused the game she was playing, but only long enough to put a bowl of quick making noodles into the microwave oven.  When she poured the faucet water into the bowl, she couldn’t help but to remember all of the times that her mother had warned her against using the house water to drink, but she couldn’t help it.  Though her job paid rather well, she had way to many bills to pay, and it was cheaper to use the sink water, and even drink tea, instead of soda, even though she had some soda too. 
 She decided to pour herself a glass of soda, and then went back to her computer to continue playing the game.  That’s when she heard the howling from outside in the distance.  She knew that it was just the neighborhood dogs that had gotten loose, but still something about the howling unsettled her somewhat.  The howling had disrupted her concentration on the game again, and another skeleton killed her again. 
 She decided that her character wasn’t strong enough to be in this section yet, and that she could build her character stronger in the earlier levels if she restarted.  She started designing her new character, and began the game anew on the computer, just as the porch boards began to creak, and the knock on the door occurred, causing her to die again, this time by what should have been an easy to kill slime creatures. 
 “Oh, no!”  Linda muttered to herself, as she answered the front door.  Jennifer was at the door, and Linda beckoned her to come on in. 
 Jennifer came halfway in the door when she suddenly stopped.  Behind Jennifer, Linda could see the outside trees and long narrow gravel sidewalk leading to the street, which was currently out of view.  Linda looked at Jennifer a little confused, and Jennifer spoke saying, “Wait a few moments before I come in.  I think I heard someone outside in the yard.  It was kind of creepy and eerie.  I am going to go check it out.”
 “All right, but be careful.  I heard some dogs howling earlier, and they could be loose in the yard.  If someone is out there, come back, and we’ll call the police.”  Linda said as she sat back down, and went back to playing her video game.  She knew her sister all to well, and there would be no point in arguing with her about it, because Jennifer was to thick headed to listen anyway.  Besides Jennifer had always wanted to be a female wrestler like the ones on television, and she was pretty well built from working out with weights all the time.  She could easily take care of herself. 
 “I think it might be a burglar or something, but then again, it might not be anything at all.  Listen for me though, and come to the door if I yell.”  Jennifer said as she went back outside, and closed the door behind her. 
 Getting lost in her game, because now she was tearing up all the enemies, Linda failed to realize how long it was since Jennifer had left.  In fact, she had completely forgotten that Jennifer had even came over.  She finally made it to one of the first bosses of the game, a giant, and she was low on healing items.  Her guy finally dies, and her game is over, when she remembers that she had the noodles in the microwave oven.  She glances at her watch, and also suddenly realizes that Jennifer should have been back by now.  As she got her noodles out, which were now only luke warm, she wondered where Jennifer was, and what was taking her so long.
 She finished the bowl of noodles, but Jennifer still hadn’t shown back up.  Now Linda was getting worried.  She hadn’t heard her sister yell out about anything, but then again, she had been pretty absorbed into her game, and might have missed her screaming.  Maybe, she also realized she knew the person, or met and found them interesting.  She was probably talking up a storm with whoever it was, after all she did love to talk about anything with anyone.  Still something could be wrong.  Linda was debating whether to call the cops, or even her parents, to check up on her sister, when the porch boards began to creak again. 
 Linda began to go towards the door to open it, and yell at her sister for taking so long, but it suddenly occurred to her that something was wrong about the sounds that she heard.
 Suddenly, the door burst apart, and the cheap wood of the door flew in every direction.  Standing in the doorway, was the biggest wolf that she had ever seen in her entire life.  Through the doorway past the wolf, from outside in the sky, Linda could make out the full moon.
 Linda screamed in horror, and turned to run, but it was way to late, as the wolf jumped from the doorway on top of Linda, ripping her to shreds.

Next One Shots # 8 Out of the Movies.  A short story starring Kat Man 7 & Dollarbill.  Two of my favorite more background heroes.  This story is more about Kat Man 7 trying to enjoy a night on the town. 

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Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning!  Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content.  These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures…Heavy Metal Thunder began to become a vigilante when thieves stole his brother’s bike.  He ended up saving a new friend from bullies, to have that friend help him get a computer disk to the police, while on the run from men in suits.  With that fiasco behind him, he has decided to take the day off, and rest at the beach.

Chapter Six
A Day at the Beach

 You ever have one of those days, where you just want to get out, and just relax?  So you gather up the things you need, head out, and just do it.  When your someone like me though, trouble just seems to follow you around, or, at least, it did me this day.  -Heavy Metal Thunder

 Heavy Metal Thunder made his way on foot towards the beach.  He loved to go on long walks just for the exercise anyway, and had the urge to just relax at the beach for the day.  On his back was an old army duffle bag, that had one time belonged to his father, who had served in Korea.  In his right hand he carried a guitar case. 
 He had dressed for a nice relaxing day at the beach as well.  He wore black tennis shoes with white tube socks, black shorts, a black muscle shirt, and a pair of sunglasses.  On his right shoulder was a tattoo that said, “Heavy Metal Thunder” with the words “Heavy Metal” in cursive, and the word “Thunder” inside a lightening bolt.  Above the words on the tattoo was a guitar rift in flames.  He had gotten the tattoo recently, after he realized that was what he has become known as, and even came up with the design himself.
 The day was clear and sunny, with the temperature about in the upper nineties somewhere.  As he walked, he had began to sweat as well, but he didn’t mind, after all a nice relaxing swim in the lake would cool him off nicely. 
 It was still morning, though late morning, and the beach didn’t have many people there yet.  He walked while scanning the few people already there, and found a secluded section, that no one was really at yet.  He decided that he would set up his stuff there. 
 Reaching the spot, he set down the guitar case, and took a knee in the hot sand.  He removed the duffle bag from his back, and began the process of setting things up.  First, he pulled out a beach towel, and spread it out.  Second, he pulled out a folding lawn chair, and set that up as well.  Third, he pulled out a small cooler which could only hold about a small six pack of sodas, and then set it beside the chair.  Lastly, he pulled out a stereo that played tape cassettes, and a small cassette tape case that held about twenty cassette tapes, which all had heavy metal music on them.  He set that up on the towel, but didn’t turn on any music just yet, because he was going to go for a swim first.
 Sitting in the lawn chair, he removed his shoes, socks, and shirt.  Then he padded his way through the burning sand towards the lake for a swim.
 *     *     *     *
 The “Cobra Strikes” gang pretty much owned this section of town, and especially ran the beach here.  This was their turf, and they pretty much did whatever the hell they wanted to here.  The police used to patrol this area of town, but thanks to their constant attacks on them whenever they did show up here, the police no longer patrolled this area, and would only come here when absolutely necessary, and only then in great force. 
 In other parts of town, there were warning signs of how dangerous this area had become.  Posters adorned walls warning of the high crime rate here, especially at bus stops, and public community services centers.  The “Cobra Strikes” gang was particularly proud of this. 
 All members of the gang wore red bandanas, to symbolize their unity.  Anyone in the gang recognized others of this gang immediately, but others, except for police who were quite aware of what the red bandanas represented, usually thought it was just a fashion statement. 
 Usually in the early afternoon, they would begin to gather at the lake, so they could get high, and figure out what they were going to do later that night.  Usually, if no one messed with them, they pretty much kept to themselves, but if people started getting on their nerves, stepped up to them, or if they have had bad run ins with a certain somebody before, then they wouldn’t hesitate to step up and lay a hurting on people.  Of course, if gorgeous ladies were there, they would be harassed, and if someone had something they happened to see, and they decided they wanted it, then they just took it. 
 The “Cobra Strikes” gang pretty much had it made here.  They had connections with a pretty powerful individual, who supplied them with drugs, and only occasionally asked for other things in return.  He also kept them informed of local police actions, and if any other trouble was coming their way.  It was a pretty sweet deal. 
 *     *     *     *
 It was beginning to become later in the afternoon.  More and more people were gathering on the beach, and were starting to get closer to Heavy Metal Thunder.  No one bothered him though, and no one complained about his music, and he even thought a few others were enjoying his music as well. 
 He had fun swimming, and was now just relaxing, and enjoying the view of some of the hotter females running around on the beach with bikinis on.  It was beginning to be a good day at the beach. 
 *     *     *     *
 Sammy, and his two hommies, noticed the dark haired dude sitting on the beach, but they had no real beef with him, other than the fact that he had bad taste in music.  They didn’t really pay him any mind though, because they had more immediate things to do right now, like get high.  They made their way up the beach to a secluded spot, and began to get their stash set up for a fix.  All three were black males, and wore red bandanas on their heads, mostly because they were part of the “Cobra Strikes” gang, but mostly to keep the sweat from their bald heads from running into their eyes. 
 They quickly done their business of getting high, and made their way back to the beach before anyone suspected what they were up to.  There wasn’t enough of their gang here at the beach yet, to totally do whatever they wanted, so a little discretion was in order. 
 The dark haired man laid in a green lawn chair on the beach.  Beside him on the ground was a huge boom box with lots of heavy metal tapes all sitting on a beach towel.  On the other side was a guitar case, and in front of the green lawn chair was a small cooler.  Sammy was watching him, but currently only out of curiosity. 
 The dark haired man listening to the music pulled out a soda from the cooler, and opened it up.  He then causally took a drink.  He then put the soda in a little cup holder on the chair, and opened up the guitar case and pulled out the guitar inside, putting it on his lap. 
 “Hey, let’s get some real tunes of our own going.  Break out that radio of yours, and get some rap going here.”  Sammy told his hommies.  One of his hommies pulled out the boom box he had been carrying, and started fiddling with the dials.  Rap music started playing, but they could barely hear it, so he kept fiddling with the dials. 
 Heavy Metal Thunder begun playing the guitar by ear with the song that was playing on the boom box.  No one really knew who he was though.  Some thought maybe he was with a band, some thought maybe he just played guitar, and some didn’t think at all, and just enjoyed listening to the music. 
 Even though Heavy Metal Thunder was playing his guitar, he couldn’t help but to notice a small commotion going on.  A small group of black males were sitting a little away from him.  They were trying to get their radio to play rap music louder then the heavy metal music he was playing, but their radio was no real match for his radio and guitar.  Even from this distance from them, he could tell that they were mostly high, and on in particular was getting quite frustrated. 
 Sammy was getting quite frustrated now.  He didn’t know if it was his high getting him this way, or what, but he was getting really sick of the heavy metal music.  He couldn’t take it anymore. 
 “I’m going to put an end to that noise over there, even if I’s got to kill ‘em.”  He said as he popped out a switchblade knife, and walked over towards the dark haired man. 
 Not being blind, Heavy Metal Thunder saw him coming with the knife, and just kept on casually playing.
 “Yo, cracker, shut that off, or I’m going to slice you, but good!”  The black man screamed, as he kicked Heavy Metal Thunder’s radio over and off.
 “I was done playing anyway, because I’m more in the mood now for a good brawl!”  The dark haired man said to Sammy’s surprise, as Heavy Metal Thunder leapt to his feet and swung his guitar into the side of Sammy’s head in one fluid motion.  The guitar shattered, and Heavy Metal Thunder watched as the black man went flying backwards into an unconscious heap on the ground, and the knife fell out of his hand and into the hot sand, practically burying itself. 
 People who were nearby, began to gather up their belongings and head out of the area.  The other two black guys got up, and pulled out weapons of their own, while Heavy Metal Thunder reached into the old army duffle bag for four items he was hoping not to have to use today, but had kept them stashed there hidden until now.
 Three of the items were lock blade knives that looked the same, but were all different sizes.  Heavy Metal Thunder had been thinking of using these only recently.  He knew after his recent troubles, that he could only take out weapons with other weapons.  A gun would be way to much trouble, not only with the law, but also to conceal.  But these were perfect.  Easily hidden, easily explained if necessary, and he even gave them personal meaning.  The smallest stood for self protection, the medium sized one stood for protection of innocents, and the largest was for fighting evil.  He even practiced for quite awhile at throwing them for precision targeting. 
 He opened the lock blade knives and placed them between his fingers on his left hand.  Then he pulled out the fourth item, a small chain that bound the knives onto his hand, and bound the meanings together.  In ancient times, somewhere in the orients, Heavy Metal Thunder had heard, weapons were banded in a certain part, people learned how to use common ropes in fighting, to subdue attackers.  He could do this with the chain.  He could also use it like a whip, or even as a brace knuckle substitute. 
 He stood up, revealing his weapons to the two approaching black men, and for the first time the young black men noticed the tattoo that said “Heavy Metal Thunder” on his right shoulder. 
 The young black men were now hesitant to attack, as the dark haired man started walking forward towards them. 
 “If it’s a brawl you guys are looking for, then you just found one!   Heavy Metal Thunder!”  He said, as now he was trotting towards them. 
 “Hey, man, I ain’t tangling with him.”
 “I heard about him, and if he’s even half as bad as I’ve heard, we ain’t got a chance in hell of fighting him on our own!” 
 “Let’s get out of here!”
 The two young black men went running as fast as they could, leaving their things and even their buddy behind them.  “We have to tell the other’s that the guy Mr. Vandimer warned us about is here!” 
 The dark haired man stopped, and went back to the lawn chair.  The young black man, who had been hit by the guitar, was starting to stir.  Heavy Metal Thunder stood above him.  Sudden realization of who the dark haired man was filled his brain. 
 “Uh, oh!”
 The young black man got up stammering.  “I didn’t know it was you…”   And started to haul it out of the area.
 Heavy Metal Thunder turned back to his things.  He folded up his lawn chair, and stuffed it back into the army duffle bag.  He then put the tapes, beach towel, small cooler, knives, and chain into the duffle bag.  He examined his boom box, and was relieved that it wasn’t damaged , even though his guitar was shot.  He put the boom box into the duffle bag, closing it up.  He picked up the busted guitar and put it back into it’s case as well. 
 Placing the duffle bag back on his back, he picked up the guitar case up to leave.  On the way out, he dumped the guitar case in the trash.  No use keeping it, because there was no way to fix it, and he would have to just buy another one anyway. 
 “Can’t even enjoy a day of peace at the beach.”  He mumbled to himself, as he made his way towards some buildings away from the beach. 

To be continued.

Next Chapter Seven, Introducing the Blond.  Heavy Metal Thunder saves a blond girl from this gang as well, could he be falling in love with her?  Stay tuned, and find out.

File #: 13
Character Star Power: 2
Name: Cobra Strikes Gang
Legal Status: Many have criminal records.
Rank: None.
Occupation: Free criminal agents.
Known Relatives: Various.
Birth Date: Various.
Birth Place: Various.
Height: Various.
Weight: Various.
Eyes: Various.
Hair: Various.
Strength: Most are between 3 and 4.  
Equipment: Various items they use as weapons.  
Known Skills: Bullying, drug dealings, violent crimes, & thieving.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.
For More Info. See: Mr. Julius Stein Vandimer
History: This gang of thugs are not directly controlled by anyone, but they do have a truce with, and sometimes take on jobs for Mr. Julius Stein Vandimer.  Stay tuned to see how Heavy Metal Thunder will be dealing more with them.

Heavy Metal Thunder Productions
Presents…

Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning!  Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content.  These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

The Cosmic Rays Incident
Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident, Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker…  Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started.  On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he noticed he was now thin, and possessed new super abilities.  Also on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists, he stopped to visit his mother in the nursing home, then headed for the theft.  He is now about to commit the robbery.

Chapter Six
Down and Dirty

 Tyrone and Battle Dog made their way to the back of the building they were suppose to break into for Dr. Spy.  Punk Rocker thought that the back way in would be the best.  They passed through a deserted construction site in the shadows of the night.  The back of the intended target building was deserted, and hardly anyone was on the streets at this time of night.
 As luck would have it, Tyrone passed by a few construction crates, and saw something slightly shimmering from a far away street light.  It was a crowbar, probably used to open up the crates, and forgotten by the work crew.  Thinking that it could be useful as a way to break into the building, and a handy weapon as well, he picked it up and brought it with him.
 As he continued on through the construction site, and towards the building, he noticed that there were two doors in back, one by a huge garage door, and one by it’s lonesome.  Better to try the one by it’s lonesome, Punk Rocker thought.  The one by the loading dock might have people inside working on loading or unloading boxes for a truck that could suddenly show up at anytime.  They could easily see signs of forced entry, and even cut off chances for escape.  No, the lone one would probably be best, and more hidden, especially since it was behind a fence, with some form of generator or something.  It might not be guarded as well there, and perhaps no alarm on the door either. 
 He could try scaling the walls to the second floor windows, but that would be very dangerous, with more chances of a passing police cruiser seeing him, not to mention the fact that Battle Dog, a very valuable asset to this job, would have to stay behind.  No, it would be better to just storm through this door as fast as possible, and hope for the best. 
 They approached the fence at a quick jog.  Punk Rocker quickly noticed the padlock and chain on the gate.  There were now three choices he could make.
 He could use his pistol to just blast his way through the gate and the door, which would get him in very quickly, but draw way to much attention to himself, so he right out threw that choice away.
 He could throw Battle Dog over the fence, and scale the fence himself, but if they had to leave in a hurry, they would waste valuable time hurdling back over the fence on their way back out.  He threw that choice out as well.
 No, he would have to use the crowbar on the padlock, then try to hide that it had been pried open from a quick inspection, that way they could use this as their escape route, and possibly block expected pursuit.
 It took a couple of tries with the crowbar, and Tyrone worried it might not work, before the padlock finally gave way.  Punk Rocker also worried that someone might pull up and see him as he was working, but he managed to finally get inside and wrap the chain back around. 
 He was about to get to the door when he heard a car turn into the back alley.  He could see headlights brightening up the black top.  His heart began to pound fast, as he grabbed up Battle Dog, and ducked behind the generator.
 “Uh,oh!”  He muttered under his breath, as the car drew closer.  The car though didn’t stop or even slow down, it just kept on going through the alley, and continued on it’s way. 
 With a sigh of relief, he got up putting Battle Dog back down, and went back to the door, and tried opening it.  It was locked, which was no surprise really.  He used the crowbar to pry the door open, as he more or less prayed that no alarm would go off.  No alarm did, as the door swung open. 
 With a sigh of relief, Punk Rocker entered into what appeared to be the basement section of the building.  There were heaters, hot water boilers, and even electrical panels all over down here.  Punk Rocker tried to close the door behind him, but it was simply to busted up to stay completely closed, so he left it as it was. 
 There was a door to a hallway outside it.  He looked through the glass window in the door for a long moment before going through the door itself.  Even though the hallway was well lighted, there seemed to be no people around, and no cameras anywhere that he could see, so it was safe enough. 
 Nearby where he entered the hallway, he found a set of stairs going up.  He figured up was where he needed to go, so he took them, with Battle Dog at his heels.  There didn’t seem to be any cameras in the stairwell either, and if anyone came along he would have to take them out quickly.  Luckily, no one came out as he made his way up to the top floor. 
 He looked through the door’s window, and to his horror, he spotted a camera mounted on the wall.  Luckily, it wasn’t pointed at the door, but down the hallway.  If he remembered the trick he was taught right, he could get the camera to freeze on a certain frame, and no one would know it until a closer inspection took place, unless they were looking right at the monitor the exact second he did it, and knew the signs of tampering.  He pulled out a switch bladed knife to use as a screwdriver, and went to work.
 *     *     *     *
 Mr. Patterson was to busy eating a sub sandwich, and talking to his wife on the phone, to even worry about watching the monitors.  Besides, since he had started this job five months ago, nothing ever happened.  He knew his other two security guards, young recruits, were busy doing a physical walk through of the building. 
 Mr. Dickerson on the bottom floor for now, and Mr. James on the middle floors.  He would see them from time to time on the cameras, but no one else, as far as he knew, was in the building.  He had no worries at the moment because if anything was a miss his walkie-talkie communicator would go off with them reporting it to him, so he continued on with the conversation with his wife about how the kids had acted up today, and continued eating his sandwich.
 *     *     *      *
 Punk Rocker successfully pulled off the trick to the camera, and put his knife back away, as he made his way down the hallway to the lab door, with Battle Dog still by his heels.  He looked through the lab door’s window, and was pleasantly surprised to see the exact canister he needed sitting neatly marked in a locked cabinet door window. 
 “This might be way easier than we thought Battle Dog.”  He said, as he entered the lab, and made his way to the cabinet, unaware of the video camera inside the room. 
 *     *     *     *
 Mr. Patterson was still talking to his wife, though the sandwich was now gone, when his walkie-talkie went off, taking him by surprise. 
 “This is Mr. Dickerson in the boiler room.  I think we have an intruder on the premises.  The boiler room outside door has been pried open.  Over.”
 Mr. Patterson’s eyes had went straight to the video monitors, as the voice spoke to him through the walkie-talkie, to instantly find the young Mohawk haired man, and Bullmastiff dog in the lab, breaking into the chemical storage area. 
 “Honey, we actually have a serious situation here.  I’ll have to call you back when I can.”  Mr. Patterson said, as he hung up his cell phone, and picked up the walkie-talkie.  “That is an affirmative on the intruder.  He is in the lab.  The intruder is a young Mohawk haired gentleman and he has a dog with him.  They both look to be quite dangerous.  I want to take him by surprise.  Mr. Dickerson come up the right stairwell.  Mr. James come up the left stairwell.  I’ll be coming up in the elevator as soon as I inform the police of our situation.  Everyone proceed with caution, and be on the lookout for more intruders.  Do you copy?”
 “I copy that, going up the right stairwell!”  Mr. Dickerson said, and Mr. Patterson could hear him down the hallway going through the double doors. 
 “I copy that too, and I’m on my way to the left stairwell!”  Mr. James piped in, though he sounded like he might have been napping, and just woke up.  He didn’t blame Mr. James for snoozing, but it might bite them all in the ass this time around.  Even Mr. Patterson himself had let his guard down though, and they all would be under stricter rules for awhile, after a severe reaming from the bosses for allowing someone on the property, that is, if they still had jobs. 
 “Okay, let’s get him!  Over and out!”  Mr. Patterson said, as he sat down his walkie-talkie, and dialed the number for the police.
 *     *     *     *
 Punk Rocker made his way over to the cabinet, and jimmied it open with the crowbar, and claiming his prize, took out the canister.  As he turned to leave the room, he was smiling contentedly, when a small blinking red light from the corner of his eyes caught his attention.  He looked closer, it was a camera.  His smile turned into a frown, as he muttered, “They know we’re here!  Come on Battle Dog!  We have to run!” 
 They entered the hallway, but Battle Dog silently let Punk Rocker know that people were coming up the stairs.  The elevator wasn’t moving yet, so he hit the button.  The doors swung open, and he jumped in, Battle Dog staying close by, hitting the button for the first floor.  The elevator doors closed just as the two security guards with guns drawn came out of each stairway. 
 *     *     *     *
 Mr. Patterson had informed the police of their situation, and even told them the front door would be unlocked, and that they should just come on inside. 
 He had just went and unlocked the front doors, and was making his way to the elevator when his walkie-talkie squawked again. 
 “Mr. Patterson, come in!” 
 Absently he pressed the button to the elevator, not realizing that it was already in motion, as he reached down and pulled his walkie-talkie from his belt. 
 “This is Mr. Patterson, over.”
 “The intruder is on the move!  He’s coming down…”
 Ding!  The elevator doors swung open to reveal the young Mohawk haired gentleman swinging a crowbar at his head.  Mr. Patterson barely had time to raise his arms to cushion the blow, but it still sent him sprawling to the floor.  The walkie-talkie still squawked, as it went sliding across the floor.
 “…the elevator.  We are making our way down the right stairwell in pursuit!”
 “Thanks for the tip.”  Punk Rocker said as he continued running down the hallway towards the boiler room.  He stopped at the stairwell double doors just long enough to slide the crowbar into the handles to block them. 
 “That crowbar came in real handy after all!”  Punk Rocker said as he continued on towards the boiler room. 
 As he entered the boiler room, he saw the security guard he knocked down already starting to get back to his feet, and he could hear the others banging on the blocked doorway. 
 He made his way out the busted back door, and through the gate, trying to tie the chain back up, but it wouldn’t stop them, just slow them down.  In the very far distance he could hear police sirens, and knew they were coming for him, as he made his way towards the construction site.  He glanced back briefly as he ran, and saw the three security guards coming through the gate already, with guns drawn.  However, he was safe for the moment, because they didn’t have a clear shot at him.
 They were closing in on him fast though.  He saw a concrete slab ahead, and ran for it, as he pulled out the 9mm pistol from his back. 
 One of the security guards was now close enough to take a shot, and fired.  The bullet hit the canister, spraying the chemical all over Punk Rocker and Battle Dog.  Punk Rocker turned to fire back, as he was still running and reached the cement slab.  The cement was fresh, and still quite wet, and Punk Rocker, taken by surprise, slid uncontrollably into Battle Dog, and both of them went sliding into the middle of the slab of wet cement.
 Punk Rocker still managed to keep a grip on the now half empty canister, but his gun was now buried somewhere in the cement goo, and was probably useless now anyway.
 The security guards now reached him, and had him surrounded.  By the look of things, they pretty much knew he was more or less captured. 
 “Stay down, sir!  The police are on their way!”  Mr. Patterson said as he used his cell phone to dial the police.  “Yes, this is the security officer who called just a bit ago about a break in.  Well our fellow tried running, but slipped in some wet cement at the construction site in back.  We have him pretty much in custody now.” 
 Punk Rocker felt a strange tingling sensation all throughout his entire body.  He didn’t really know what it was from.  It could be because of the chemical, from the fall, or because he was now really angry at the arrogant security officer before him.  He didn’t really care though what it was.
 “Back off, creeps!”  Punk Rocker said, jumping to his feet, and pulling out a switchblade with his free hand, and still holding the canister in the other.
 “Drop the knife on the count of three, or we open fire!”  Mr. Patterson said flatly.
 Punk Rocker stood there, with a death grip on the knife, breathing heavy snorts of air through his nose.  He was determined not to go to jail, at least, not alive.
 “One…two…”  Mr. Patterson started counting, but Punk Rocker and Battle Dog were already charging for them.  “Three!  Fire!”
 Punk Rocker knew this was probably the end for him, but, at least, he had gone out fighting.  Right before his very eyes, however, a miracle happened.  Maybe all of his prayers were heard by God after all.  His skin turned into stone right as all three security guards fired at him, and the bullets ricocheted off of him harmlessly.  The security guards were taken a bit by surprise, and fired again with the same results.
 “I…said…back…off…creeps!”   Punk Rocker spewed through angrily gritted teeth as he pointed his arms forward.  To everyone’s surprise a huge cyclone gust of tornado like air shot forth from his arms, and slammed into the three stunned security guards, sending them flying back, and sprawling to the ground. 
 Close by was a scaffolding full of bricks to build walls with.  To Punk Rocker’s surprise, Battle Dog shot strange beams from his eyes, and sent the scaffolding, bricks and all, down on top of the security guards.  If they weren’t dead now, they were definitely stopped.  Sirens were now getting really close to the building. 
 “Come on, Battle Dog, we got a doctor’s appointment to keep!”  Punk Rocker commanded. 
 They quickly made their way out of the construction site, and using back alleyways, and dark places, made their way back to Dr. Spy’s offices.

To be continued.

Next Chapter Seven Date With Jenny.  Will Mark be able to keep his cool, and his new abilities in check, while out on a date with the beautiful blond fast food worker, Jenny. 

File #: 12
Character Star Power: 5
Code Name: Punk Rocker
Alter Ego: Tyrone Bookbagger
Aliases: None
Nick Names: None
Legal Status: Single, Citizen of the U.S.A., with criminal record. 
Allegiance: The Evil Legion of Dr. Spy
Sub-Groups: Punk Rockers & Road Warriors
Rank: Commands the Punk Rockers
Occupation: Criminal Agent of Dr. Spy
Known Relatives: Battle Dog (Pet), Randal Bookbagger (Father, deceased), Peggy Bookbagger (Mother, In nursing home), and grandparents (deceased). 
Birth Date: August 19, 1993
Birth Place: Chicago, IL.
Height: 5′ 11″
Weight: 203 lbs.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Really black, but wears it usually in a Mohawk & in punk rock colors usually orange, purple, red, green, or even pink.
Attitude: The basic punk attitude.  Likes to steal things, intimidate people, and be a nuisance. 
Known Powers: Shoots lasers from eyes, spin fast enough to cause tornadoes or make himself into one, so he can fly, can turn into a stone statue, can shoot fire or ionic beams from the palms of his hands, has sharp fingernails like claws, has super strength, & is an excellent fighter (especially since he can turn his arms into cement in half swing for extra damage).    
Equipment: He carries switchblade knives, and even has two stored in his shoe toes, so he can use them when he kicks people.  He also has a belt which is really a morning star (a spiked ball on a chain), & sometimes carries a gun like the 9mm he is carrying now.   
Known Skills: Thieving, leadership, guns, alarm systems (only for stores and cars), weapon specialist with switchblades & the morning star, & living on the streets.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal, unless using stone powers.
For More Info. See: Dr. Spy & Battle Dog.
History: So far we know that he has had a troubled youth.  His mother was a hooker & drug user, and his father was a drug dealer.  He believes his dad was killed in prison after his attorney (Mark Surrender) lost his case, but what really happened was that Mark had gotten his father off, and his father was killed by the brother of the one that was killed by his father.  His mother so distraught lied to him about this, then fell into a deep depression and really started abusing drugs.
Attempting to take care of his mother and him, he joined a gang, but his mother was to bad off and had to go into a nursing home.  Advancing in the gang he got himself a dog, Battle Dog, and trained it to do exactly what he told it to.   Through this recent robbery attempt he now has super powers.  How will all this work out for him, stay tuned and find out.

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Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning!  Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content.  These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

The Cosmic Rays Incident
Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident, Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker…  Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started.  On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he noticed he was now thin, and possessed new super abilities.  Also on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists, he stopped to visit his mother in the nursing home, then headed for the theft.  We now return to Mark Surrender to see how he is dealing with his new powers.

Chapter Five
Got To Run

 Mark Surrender woke himself up to the sound of one sitcom or another playing on the television.  He didn’t know or really even care which one it was, because he never really watched any of them.  If he really wanted to see people acting stupid, he could just walk downtown.
 There was a moment of confusion, and shock, that went through Mark’s mind, about his new thin self, before he remembered the events that had just recently happened to him.  He guessed he would have to start getting used to this for awhile, after all he had been through an entire life time of being fat, to find himself being skinny in an instant.  It was sort of like losing a tooth, and getting used to it missing, but this sensation covered his whole body. 
 His stomach rumbled slightly in hunger.  He looked at the clock on the vcr/dvd player.  It said it was nine o’clock.  His stomach rumbled again.  He knew he was hungry, and thought about some of the fast food restaurants downtown.  There was one he was particularly craving right now. 
 For reasons that he didn’t even really think about, he decided to stretch his legs.  Without any real thinking, he got up out of the chair, and was out the door in literally a blink of an eye.
 He went down the street at what seemed to him a mere jog.  He felt energized, refreshed, and healthier than he ever had before.  He felt the need to stretch out his muscles, and just go.  In reality, he was moving faster then the human eye could even see.  The people, he passed by in the street, couldn’t even see him at all.  They just only felt a slight breeze as he passed them by, and just chalked it up to the wind picking up slightly. 
 Mark quickly made it to the restaurant, and slowed himself down to a walk.  He felt great.  He felt more full of energy and life then he had in…oh, ever before. 
 He let himself in the front doors, and made his way to the counter to place an order.  Behind the counter was a gorgeous little blond lady, who was cleaning up the counter.  Her name tag said Jenny.
 The female attendant was rather surprised at the sudden appearance of the very handsome blond haired man, but she didn’t think anything out of the ordinary had happened, just that she had been to busy, that she hadn’t seen him approach. 
 “May I help you, sir?”  Jenny asked.
 “Yes, I would like four double cheese burgers, four large fries, a couple of chicken sandwiches, and a large orange soda.”  Mark replied. 
 Since he had placed such a huge order, she couldn’t help but to wonder if he was throwing a party, or buying for his family, or something, so she just had to ask him, even though she would have been greatly disappointed if he was married.  “Are you throwing a party, or just buying for your family?”
 This took Mark by somewhat of a surprise.  “Uh…what?”  He had forgotten that he was now thin again, and would look like he couldn’t possibly eat all this alone.  He quickly formulated a lie in his head about having to work late, and making a food run for the office.  “Oh, uh…No, I’m an accountant, and our quarterly budgets are due tomorrow.  Some of us are just working late at the office to get it finished, and I’m doing a food run for everyone.” 
 “So it’s sort of a party then.  Does anyone else want drinks?”  She replied, as she was preparing his large orange soda, and handed it to him.
 “No, we have a soda machine at the office, I’m just parched and thought I would drink this on the way back to the office.”  He said smiling. 
 Then something, that had never happened to him before, finally happened.
 Jenny just had to know if he had a wife or girlfriend.  She asked, “Are you seeing anyone?”
 Disbelieving what he was hearing, he stammered, “What…uh, no.”
 He couldn’t believe she had just asked if he had a wife or girlfriend, and even more unbelievable to him, when he replied no, she immediately wrote her number on his receipt, and told him.  “Why don’t you call me sometime?  Maybe we could go out, and do something together.”
 He took the receipt into his hands and replied.  “Oh, ok.  That sounds like fun.  I’d love to do that.  How about if I call you sometime tomorrow?”
 “Sure, I look forward to your call.”  She said, as she began gathering up his order in bags.  Then she handed him his bags of food, and told him, “Have a nice night.  Don’t work to hard.”
 “You too.”  He replied, as he was taking the bags from her.  He walked slowly backwards from the counter towards the doors in disbelief.  She was already taking another customer’s order, but she did look up one last time, and gave him a wink.  He waved goodbye, and walked out the front doors. 
 He had to catch his breath, not from physical exhaustion, but from the sheer shocking amazement of this all.  What could a gorgeous girl like that possibly see in him?  He looked disbelievingly at his thin hand clutching the receipt with the phone number and Jenny’s name on it, and thought to himself, “Wow, this thin thing is really working wonders!  If I could only market exploding microwave ovens for everyone, I’d be a millionaire!”
 He thought for a few seconds about how he had seen her in there lots of times before, and  he even always had a semi-crush on her before and tried to be nice to her, but somehow she was either somewhat rude, or paid him little attention.  He concluded that, if she didn’t really recognize him at all really, then no one else would either.  He finally caught his breath, and decided to jog again back home.  People in the parking lot saw him standing there one second, and then he completely vanished the next.  They were a bit shocked and looked around for a moment, but then put the whole thing behind them, chalking it up to the fact that their eyes must have been playing tricks on them. 
 He reached his door, and let himself into his house.  He walked into the living room to find his television still on, and to his surprise still playing the same sitcom, as when he left.  He looked again at the clock on the vcr/dvd player, and his jaw literally hit the floor.  The clock read 9:05 p.m.  He stretched both arms down to the ground, and put his jaw back into place, before stammering aloud, “That can’t be!  That’s impossible!”
 This was almost to much for him as he sat, or practically fell plopping down into his chair.  He absently unwrapped one of the sandwiches, and began chomping it down, as his mind tried to take in, and comprehend, all of the events that had happened to him today.  It was all almost unthinkable to him, and if it wasn’t really happening to him now, then he was quite sure he wouldn’t believe it himself. 
 He was going to have to really see how far the limits of his new powers were.  He had the abilities to run super speeds, stretch, and even heat things up with his hands.  What other stuff could he now do as well?  He wondered this as he was munching down some of the fries, and washed it down with a swallow or to of the orange soda.  He grabbed another sandwich and began chomping down on it, as he began a new train of thought.  There was also his, before now not thought of, sexual attraction from the opposite sex.  He could now actually fulfill some of his wildest sexual fantasies. 
 He finished that sandwich and began working on another, as he began to wonder if maybe he should go somewhere and be tested to see if he was at a health risk for anything, or if his powers were only temporary or permanent.  Somehow the very thought, of himself going back to being overly obese again, revolted him.
 No, he couldn’t let anyone know of his new found abilities.  He remembered his thoughts on this from before, and besides, who or where could he go for those kind of tests?  As for the health risks, and permanent or limited time on his abilities, he would have to just figure that out as it happened, but he would have to test out his new found abilities on his own, but how?
 Suddenly an idea of the perfect place popped into his head.  The high school football field.  It would be perfect.  The stadium itself was built, so that if you weren’t on the field itself, you couldn’t see it.  The track around the field could be used to test out his speed, and the football field could be used to see how far he could stretch himself out.  He would have to go there when no one was around.  Maybe he could purchase a speed gun like the cops used to see how fast he could move. 
 He was going to have to take tomorrow off from work, and even possibly have to quit his job all together, as not to lead suspicion onto his new abilities.  He might even have to take up a new identity all together.  Maybe one as a relative to himself, claiming that he was house sitting for awhile. 
 He finished up all of the food he had, and decided this was all to much for him to take in for now.  He gathered up all of the wrappers into the fast food bag and threw it into the trash can.  Then he shut off the television, and made his way to his bedroom.
 He undressed, and was going to change into his pajamas, when he discovered a whole brand new problem all together.  All his other clothes, except for the ones he wore in the explosion with him, were now way to big for him to wear.  He would have to buy more clothes tomorrow.  He decided to sleep just in his underwear. 
 So he wouldn’t forget, he pulled out a notebook and pen from his night stand, and jotted down his ideas for testing himself, calling in sick, and a shopping list of several things he now needed.  As he made the list out, and got to the clothes, he thought about how he should probably make himself some sort of “super hero” costume to hide his identity when he was using his powers. 
 “Super hero” costume, now that was a funny thought.  Thinking about it now though kind of made a weird sort of sense.  Yes, he should use his new found abilities to help those who were in peril he supposed, but only when absolutely necessary.  He could use the clothes from the explosion to design the costume, after all, they shared his abilities it seemed.  That is after he used them to go shopping tomorrow.  He would have to watch himself closely as well, as not to exhibit his powers in public. 
 He jotted down a few more notes, like buying clothing dye and a sewing machine.  He even sat on his bed and doodled a fresh costume design out, before setting the notebook and pen on the night stand, and turning out the light to go to sleep.  After all, tomorrow was going to be a very busy, and very interesting day.  He might even call the fast food girl up.
 He shot back up from bed, and turned the light back on.  “The phone number!”  He shouted to himself. 
 He jumped out of bed, and went to the trash can.  He dug around in the fast food bag, and found the receipt. 
 With a sigh of relief, he went back to the bedroom, and placed the receipt into the notebook.  He shut off the lamp, and quickly fell to sleep, still thinking about how tomorrow would be.     

To be continued.

Next Chapter Six, Down and Dirty…  Punk Rocker and Battle Dog steal the chemical, but it isn’t a clean get away.  

File #: 11
Character Star Power: 2
Name: (Jenny) Jennifer Sullivan
Legal Status: Single, with no criminal record.
Rank: None.
Occupation: Fast Food Worker.
Known Relatives: Wealthy Father & Mother.
Birth Date: July 7, 1987
Birth Place: Chicago, IL.
Height: 5′ 6″
Weight: 130 lbs.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blond.
Strength: 2 
Equipment: Nothing special.   
Known Skills: Fast Food Services & Etiquette for the rich.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal
For More Info. See: None.
History: Is going to be a love interest for Mark Surrender.  Want to do a survey to see how this should go, but no one is leaving any comments.  So for right now her future is still up in the air.

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Copyright protected on May 2009.

The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Warning!  Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content.  These stories are intended for a mature audience. 

One Shots #6

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Editor’s Notes: This was a horror story that I wrote for a college horror writing class.  This one deals with my favorite horror theme of all time… Zombies Attack!  I might use this in a future storyline that I have in mind. 

The Last Days of Ramon Ash

 Ramon Ash was a prisoner in his own home by supernatural prison wardens.  He was alone and very frightened.  Three days ago he had locked himself in the house, and barred all the windows. 
 His prison was nice enough, the house had been built two years ago for a family of three.  The house had barred windows, the walls were made of pure brick, and from the outside, without a key, it was virtually impossible to penetrate. 
 He was trapped by the horror that lurked just outside his house, in his prison with only his memories.  Three days ago his wife and little girl had left to go to the grocery store.  They had never returned.  He could only assume that they had found a most horrifying end.
 He remembered the comet streaking from the sky the night before they left; maybe it had something to do with what brought the horrors that now lurked outside of his home. 
 He would have gone with them to the store, he could remember, but he just had to finish the project analysis report for work.  He finished an hour after they left, and was beginning to get worried about them, when he started watching the news. 
 About half-way through the news programs, the horrible monsters began to attack the news people and killed them all, and every since then the television camera to the local station was stuck in the news room.  An hour later the dead in the room awakened, and slowly one by one they left the news room.  Their moans had been loud and disturbing to listen to on the television.  Ramon had gone to his door to look out; he opened the main door, but kept the screen shut and locked.  The horrible creature, that vaguely looked like his neighbor George Herman, came out of nowhere in front of the screen door.  One of the creature’s hands broke through the screen door, straight through the glass window and the screen to grab at Ramon, but Ramon was to quick to back away and slam the big door shut, which locked automatically on its own.  He heard the creature rip the screen off its hinges, and fling it across the porch out into the yard.  The creature pounded at the door for several hours, trying to get in, but the door was strong and solid, and just to be extra safe Ramon had barricaded all the outside doors to the house.  That was when the horrible moans and groans had begun, and that was the last time he had tried to go outside, which was three days ago. 
 For three days he stayed here fearing that if they didn’t kill him, he would simply go insane.  He had run out of food two and a half days ago, and cigarettes yesterday, that’s why his wife had gone to the store.  Last night the power had gone out, and never turned back on.  That was all right though, he had flashlights, candles, and a battery powered radio, which only picked up static though.  The water still ran, but with those things outside, who could tell if it was any good or not, though he drank it anyway. 
 He began to feel he would go insane as each thing began to run out, and the moans and groans continued outside unrelenting, but this morning the unthinkable happened.  The moans and groans had stopped completely.  He waited and had been listening for them since early this morning, and it was now mid-afternoon, but they did not begin again.  He peered outside every now and again through the windows, but he saw nothing.  They had to have left.
 Ramon couldn’t take it anymore.  Between his hunger pains, and the nicotine fits, he knew he had to get out of here.  He quietly removed the barricade in front of the same door the monster had tried to enter three days ago, and opened it slightly. 
 The day was cloudy, and not very brightly lit, even though it was just a little after noon.  A slight wind blew, and there was a chill in it that could be felt by anyone who was outside, if there was anyone else outside. 
 Ramon stood by the front door of his prison of three days, with the door halfway open, and ready to close it quickly, as he fearfully looked around the front yard.  There was no sign of any undead monsters outside, as he stepped away from the door. 
 In his excitement, he had been to quick to act, and virtually unprepared for the consequences of his actions.  He realized seconds to late that he should have gathered some things up to prepare for a journey, but hadn’t really planned that far ahead yet, and didn’t even mean to wander out on the porch this far yet.  The wind caught the door, and slammed it shut, startling Ramon, who about jumped right out of his skin.  He grabbed the doorknob, and tried to turn it to open the door back up, but quickly realized it was locked.  He was now locked out like the monster had been, only he was now on the same side as the monster. 
 “I forgot the keys, and now I’m locked out!”  He practically shouted out loud hysterically, as fear ran through him like ice cold water.  He tried to calm himself down, as he thought to himself aloud, “Calm down, after all there is nothing around here.  You haven’t heard or seen anything all morning.”
 Just as he thought that, something started moving around in the bushes in front of the porch, and suddenly the groans and moans began anew.  Zombies, whom he recognized as neighbors, stepped out of the bushes, and began to walk slowly towards him. 
 Now really terrified, he began to ram the door with his shoulder, but he wasn’t strong enough to force it open.  He tried again and again, with no success.
 Suddenly, decayed hands went through the porch floor, and started grabbing his legs.  One after another came.  “No!”  He screamed, as they began to pull him down.  The zombies at the front of the porch were almost at him, as the hands began to pull him under, though he struggled to be free from the monstrous creatures’ hands.  The zombies on the porch fell in the hole on top of him, pinning him to the ground, and smashing any hopes of escape, as all the zombies began taking big bites of flesh out of him. 
 The last thing Ramon remembered, before the blackness came, were the painful bites everywhere, and his own agonizing screams of horror and pain.  His last human thought was, “Soon I will be one of them, cigarettes really do kill.”
 *     *     *     *
 Ramon opened up his eyes, and looked around.  He was unsure of how much time had passed, but he no longer cared about that sort of thing.  The others were now gone, because they had left him to look for more victims. 
 Ramon no longer felt the nicotine fits he had felt before, though now he felt a raging hunger for raw live meat, as he looked at himself, and vaguely realized that he was more bone now, than he was flesh and blood, but really no longer cared.  He stood up, vaguely comprehending what had happened to him, and went to follow where the rest had gone.
 *     *     *     *
 The night was dark and stormy.  It had begun to rain, and here and there were flashes of lightening and crackles of thunder.  The ground was sloppy mud, and the pavement slippery wet on the road. 
 Ramon heard the woman’s splashing footfalls, as she was running from him of in the distance, and saw the piercing headlights of the oncoming car.  The smell of raw live meat, came from both, and this drove Ramon to go even faster in their direction. 
 *     *     *     *
 The car drove on through the night though the driver had trouble seeing through the windshield, even though his wipers were going as fast as they could go, and the headlights were on brights.  The driver almost didn’t see the woman, who ran out in front of him, and just barely hit the brakes and swerved to miss her just in the nick of time.  
 The car came to a complete stop ten yards past her position.  The lady was now running towards the driver’s side door, and was frantically yelling something at him. 
 “Cram it, lady!  You were the one who jumped out in front of me.  I ought to just floor it, and get out of here.  I should have just stayed another night at the fishing and hunting cabin in the woods.  Would have too, if it weren’t for the fact that I have only a week of vacation from work, and have to be back early tomorrow morning.”  The driver said, complaining aloud to himself.
 Instead of taking off, though, he rolled down the window, letting rain come into the car.  He now heard what the lady was saying. 
 “Help me!  He’s after me!  Help me, please!”  She was pleading.
 “Oh, my!  Someone is after you?  What is he a serial killer or something?  Quick, hop in the backseat, and let’s just get out of here!”  He said, as he turned around and unlocked the back door.  He imagined some crazy hillbilly with a shotgun would be coming out of the woods any second now, and start blasting at them. 
 She opened the back door up, and jumped into the backseat.  Before she even had closed the back door, the man, driven a little by fear now, had already started moving forward again.
 A figure stepped out of the trees, on the side of the road, and moved towards the car.  As the man drove closer, he got to noticing that there was something funny about how the figure from the woods walked.  Headlights began to reveal the figures body, and missing flesh, that shouldn’t have even let it be walking. 
 “Oh, my!  What is that thing?”  Screamed the driver.
 “It’s him!  It’s the zombie that was chasing me!”  The lady screamed.  “Quick, floor it!  Let’s get out of here!” 
 As the man kept looking at the figure, he began to notice the decaying flesh on the face and hands.  “It really is a zombie!”  He shouted, as he floored the gas pedal, and gave it all he had.  “Lady, you’re going to have to fill me in on what has been happening here, when we get the chance.   While I was hunting and fishing for a week up in the woods, it seems like all sorts of trouble has broken loose!” 
 He hit the zombie, and sent it sprawling to the ground off to the side of the road, as he kept on going into the dark and stormy night.  As he drove on, he stared through the rearview mirrors, and swore he saw the thing beginning to get back up, but he didn’t care, as he kept on going.
 *     *     *     *
 The zombie, Ramon Ash, picked himself up out of the ditch full of water, and began walking in the direction the car had gone.  His rotting flesh and tattered clothes now fully covered in mud.  It no longer mattered that just this afternoon he had been a normal human being.  Now the only thing that truly mattered to him was feeding his uncontrollable hunger for raw living flesh and blood. 
 As he took each step in the puddles of water and through the pouring rain, the only thing that ran through his mind was, “They will be mine.”
 The roar of a distant engine ran through the back of his mind, but he did not care about that.  His only goal was to get the flesh that had escaped him as he walked slowly down the wet and slippery asphalt road, his feet splashing and sliding clumsily in the puddles of water on the road, and the rain pelting his already decaying body. 
 The roaring of the engine in the back of his mind though was constant.  It sounded familiar to him somehow, but he could not for the life of him remember exactly what it was.  He tried to think it away, but no matter how he tried, it just seemed to get louder.  What was it?  If he could only remember.
 Thinking though was no longer easily done for Ramon.  He could no longer remembered all the things he knew fully while he had been alive.  It did not matter.  Only feeding his hunger mattered now.  He would ignore the sound, even though it was getting louder and louder. 
 Suddenly, light from behind brightened the area where he was walking.  Vaguely he understood the concept of this shining light, as he slowly turned around to look behind himself into the painfully brightening of the light.  So late did the recognition of what was happening come to him, that he had no time at all to react.  He could only scream, and try to raise his hands and arms to defend himself.
 That’s when the semi-diesel truck came barreling over the hill behind him.  The driver had been busy trying to find a local radio station, but no matter what he tried, he couldn’t find one.  The driver never even saw Ramon in the road; he had only heard the thump of the body against his front bumper, and prayed that it was only an animal he hit.
 
Next One Shots #7 Another horror story I had to write for the same college horror writing class.  It is untitled, and probably won’t ever be used in anything else, but it has to do with werewolves. 

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The Cosmic Rays Incident
Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident, Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker…  Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started.  On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he noticed he was now thin, and possessed new super abilities.  Also on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists.  Let’s visit with Tyrone now as he prepares for the mission by first visiting his mom in a nursing home.

Chapter Four Visiting Mom

 Tyrone was making his way down the street with Battle Dog at his heels.  People would stare at him as he passed by, but he was used to it by now, and as long as they didn’t step up to him, he had no beef with them.  After all, he sort of enjoyed the attention and respect that they gave him for it.  He figured if they thought he was crazy enough to dress in this fashion, what else is he crazy enough to do.  The truth, of course, was just about anything because Tyrone didn’t live by the rules of everyone else.
 As always before doing a job, he would swing by the nursing home to see his mom, and it just so happened that tonight he would have to pass by it anyway because the job was just a couple of blocks past it.  He always went to the nursing home to see his mother, just in case something bad did happen.  Nothing ever did, so far anyway, but if it did then, at least, he had seen her one last time.
 As he was approaching the nursing home, he looked around for a set of bushes to stash Battle Dog, and a few weapons behind.  He knew from experience that Battle Dog or weapons weren’t allowed inside.
 He found the bushes he normally used, and stepped around behind them.  He pulled the 9mm pistol out that was stashed under his shirt in the back of his pants, and placed it on the ground.  Next came the four switchblades he had stashed here and there.  Lastly, he pulled out a handkerchief to cover them all up with, and gave Battle Dog the command to stay and guard these until he returned. 
 He wasn’t totally unarmed, but the other weapons, unless he actually used them, no one would know they were even there.  Of course, the switch bladed tip of his shoes, and the belt of his which could be used as a morning star, hardly ever left him for any reason.  He would never go around totally unarmed because by now he had made way to many enemies that wanted to off him.
 He knew as soon as he entered the nursing home that people would stare at him, and especially at his purple Mohawk, and it probably wouldn’t even please his mother at all, that is if she was any longer even aware of the world around her, but thanks to all of the drugs she had abused, she didn’t even know how to do anything on her own anymore.
 He made his way down to the lobby entrance and went inside.  From many of his previous experiences, he knew that as soon as he entered, that he had to punch in the code in the door alarm to keep it from going off.  The code was 1, 2, 3, 4.  The nursing home made it simple, and even had signs on the door telling people the code.  Most of the residents here, like his mother, were probably to far gone mentally to figure out how the alarm worked.
 He walked down the hallway towards his mother’s room.  As he suspected a couple of the nursing aids gave him a look, but by now they were used to seeing him here, and they waved politely as he passed by them.  Deep down, in the depths of his dark and forbidden soul, he actually wanted to stab them with a switchblade right through their skulls, but he couldn’t do that here, in the essence of what was actually now his mother’s home, so he politely returned their waves and continued on his way down the hallway towards his goal. 
 He found his mother’s room and entered it to find that she was sleeping peacefully in her bed.  He really didn’t have the heart to wake her up.  Besides considering how much the drugs messed up her mind, would she even realize that he was even here, or even who the hell he was?  He thought, “Not likely.”
 Instead he reached out and grabbed her hand.  While holding her hand he said a small prayer, not really because he thought God would answer the prayers of sinners like them, but more because it was a habit of what he always did, and deep down inside he knew it was something his mother long ago did, and would probably appreciate him doing now. 
 After he finished the prayer, he just sat there holding her hand, and staring at her as she slept peacefully on.  He couldn’t help but wonder how both of their lives had taken such a drastic change in direction.
 He absolutely hated that fat attorney, Mark Surrender, and vowed with every once of will he had, that one day he would have his revenge on him. 
 Even though, truthfully, he had seen the fat attorney only once, the image of the overweight attorney had frozen in his mind forever.  He had only met Mark Surrender once, when his mom and dad had taken him along to hire the attorney for his father’s defense.  He wasn’t around for any of the other proceedings.  His mom found it prudent to let him stay with his, now passed away, grandparents during the whole shebang. 
 He vividly remembered the day his mom came to pick him up, and take him back home from his grandparent’s house.  She was crying.  He remembered on the drive home, how she had told him, through tears of grief, about how his dad had been convicted, and shortly afterwards had been killed by another inmate in prison. 
 In fact, that car ride home was the last real conversation he had with her before she started flipping out.  After the tragedy of losing her husband, then his grandfather had a heart attack and passed away.  About a week later his grandmother committed suicide from the grief of the loss of her husband.  Unable to cope with all these losses, and not having any other family to turn to in their grief, she turned fully to the only thing she felt would truly help her, drugs.  She way over did them, and quickly was so messed up, it was up to him to take care of them both. 
 What he didn’t know, and never even really suspected, or even bothered looking up in the newspapers, was that she had lied.  She had lied to half protect her son from the truth, maybe even scaring him to stay away from the life of crime and following in his father’s footsteps, and half to forget the horrible ordeal of the truth herself.  The hated attorney actually did get his father off of the charges.  In fact, his father was really killed while his mom and dad were in a motel room partying in celebration.  They both were getting high and drinking booze.  She had went to the bathroom when she had heard the gunshots, and then the running away footsteps.  It was the brother to the man who his father had killed, extracting his revenge.  His mother came out, and found him shot up.  She flushed all the remaining illegal drugs down the toilet, and was holding him crying when the police arrived.  Of course, Tyrone didn’t know any of this.  How could he even suspect that his own mother would lie straight faced to him, especially while she was crying so badly.
 He tried to actually find the fat attorney, Mark Surrender, shortly after he secured himself in the gang.  He meant to get his own form of justice for his father’s death.  He came up on a dead end though.  Mark Surrender no longer practiced law, and no one really knew what he was up to anymore.  Apparently he hadn’t made any real friends, which didn’t surprise Tyrone all that much, since he considered Mark Surrender nothing, but a big pile of manure anyway.  He vowed though, that if he ever saw his face to face again, that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Mark Surrender right where he stood.  No ifs, ands, or buts.
 As of yet, he still hadn’t found the fat attorney, and everyday the flames of his hatred towards Mark grew stronger and stronger.  Often, like now, he fantasized about how he would kill Mark Surrender, but he knew he had other stuff to do tonight, and didn’t really have the luxury of time for this type of day dreaming. 
 Snapping out of his daze, though he still held his mother’s hand, he kissed her hand, and laid it gently back onto the bed.  He looked at her for a long moment more, before standing up to leave.  After all he had a job to do. 
 He left her room closing the door behind him, and made his way down the hallway, which smelt badly of old people’s urine and feces. 
 He actually hated this place, and he hated the fact that his mother had to reside in a place like this.  It reminded him more of a death tomb of his mother’s final resting place than an actual home for her to try and continue her life.  After all, she would probably never recover fully enough to ever leave this place.  The privately owned nursing home was way understaffed, and the people working here really didn’t care if the residents got the proper care they really needed, most just working here to collect a paycheck to barely scrape by until they earned the next one. 
 Oh well, what could he really do?  With no other family available, besides him, she was basically a ward of the state.  No other place would take her in, and he simply couldn’t take care of her on his own, because, after all, he was only sixteen, and still to young really to legally take care of anyone.  Also, he didn’t really have much money, even with his status in the gang, he could hardly still fend for himself, and Battle Dog, much less care for his invalid mother.  No, there really wasn’t anything he could really do. 
 He pushed the sad thoughts from his mind, made his way back outside, after punching the door code in again, and found the bushes where Battle Dog was.  He gathered up his weapons, and gave Battle Dog the command to come along.  They had work to do tonight after all. 

To be continued.

Next Chapter Five Got To Run.   Mark Surrender starts to deal with his new abilities. 

File #: 10
Character Star Power: 4
Code Name: Battle Dog
Legal Status: Animal, with no legal status.
Alter Ego: None
Aliases: None
Nick Names: None
Allegiance: The Evil Legion of Dr. Spy.
Sub-Groups: Dr. Spy’s Punk Rockers & Road Warriors
Rank: None
Occupation: Criminal Agent of Dr. Spy
Known Relatives: Punk Rocker (Owner & Master)
Birth Date: July 23, 1987
Birth Place: Chicago, IL.
Height: 3′6″
Weight: 120 lbs.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black & Brown. 
Breed: Bullmastiff.
Attitude: Ferocious and only listens to Punk Rocker.
Known Powers: Shoots lasers from eyes, can turn into a stone statue, is well trained, has sharp claws and teeth, and can generate tornadoes, which he can use to fly with.  
Equipment: None, except dog collar with tags (stolen), and food and water dish.   
Known Skills: Fetch, search (sniffs people to see if carrying weapons or drugs), stay, play dead, statue, attack, disarm, & guard (a special trick in which he becomes a statue & attacks anyone who comes to mess with what he is guarding.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal, unless using stone powers.
For More Info. See: Dr. Spy & Punk Rocker.
History: Reading this file gives a little bit of future insight into what is about to happen to Punk Rocker and Battle Dog, and the powers they are about to receive.  Keep reading, to find out what’s in store for this mutt.

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One Shots #5

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Editor’s Notes: This is another essay I did in a college English class.  I think this one was just a normal informational essay.  This one was on duty status of characters.  I might or might not use this in the super hero storylines. 

Duty Status

 As leader of the Intergalactic Space Travelers, I, the Electrical Phantom, have decided to run our group as a military unit, and, as such, we should have three different duty statuses, so that everyone will know where everyone stands.  These duty statuses will be called as followed: active duty, standby duty, and reserve duty. 
 Active duty, in which personnel will actively be working in actual field conditions, has several activities included with it.  First priority will be answering distress calls and rescues, mostly to help common people around the world, or even some of our own personnel from dangerous situations.  Second priority will be reconnaissance and spying missions of our enemies, or possible threats.  Third priority will be fighting battles against any of our enemies.
 Standby duty, in which personnel will be waiting, and able to do active duty, but not needed to be yet, also has several activities included with it.  First priority will be monitoring computers for incoming trouble messages, base security, or covering others who are in active duty status with information.  Second priority will be keeping all equipment in top condition, which includes: testing, cleaning, and repairing all equipment.  Third priority will also include physical training in combat situation drills, and exercise. 
 Reserve Duty, in which personnel are either on vacation, or injured severally enough to be unable to perform required duties, should have, but not ordered to have, several activities to help personnel keep on top of their games for active duty status.  First priority should be to stay in constant contact, and call in once per day, just to see what is going on with the base.  Second priority should be, if possible, to staying physically fit, either by following doctors’ advice for exercises, or doing exercises to keep the selected personnel’s strength and endurance up.  Third priority should be to increase the selected personnel’s general knowledge, from reading books or taking classes to increase selected personnel’s knowledge, so that personnel will be more knowledgeable about many subjects, which will help them in active duty.  Also, anyone sent to our training facilities for training will be placed in this status.  Again this is not orders, especially for those who are just going on vacation for a little while, but just guidelines for those who will be reserve for quite awhile. 
 With these three different duty statuses; active duty, standby duty, and reserve duty, all personnel will be able to perform at a greater level of competence, have more rest, and know exactly what their individual duties will include.  This procedure should be followed by everyone, and everyone should see a difference, and enjoy this new change in working styles.  With this new system everyone will be covering everyone’s back, and be prepared for just about anything, and through the training from these duty statuses, we should be able to defeat our enemies, and establish a better tomorrow.  Of course, it goes without really saying, but I’m going to anyway, there is a fourth inactive duty status reserved for those who are no longer with our group because either they have quit, or were killed in action, and there are no priorities for them.  These laws I have decreed as leader of the Intergalactic Space Travelers, and these laws shall be followed by all personnel.

Next One Shots #6.  Haven’t decided yet, but it will be one of the two horror stories assignments that I had to complete for a college horror writing class.  So stay tuned, and don’t get to frightened.  Ha, ha, ha, ha!

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One Shots #4

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Editor’s Notes: This was a comparison essay I did for my college English class.  I will probably never really use this particular concept in any storylines, but I wrote it starring some of our super heroes, and thought readers might enjoy it.  It’s pretty short, only 4 paragraphs. 

The New Model XL253 Car.

 I, Mr. Sentence, Head Director of P.T.I., am writing this to you Electrical Phantom to inform you of the similarities and differences between the new model XL253 car and the old model XL200 car.  I think you will find that the new car has all the standard equipment the old one has, and a few things that the old one did not have that will help you out even more in combat situations.
 Both the old and new car models have a variety of weapons, including machine guns, oil slicks, smoke screens, special armored plating, and miniature missile launchers.  Both the old and new car models have computers, theft protection, communication devices, and tracking devices.  Lastly, both the old and new car models have comfortable interiors that seat five comfortably, and travel at high speeds on the road.  This is about all the car models have in common though, as you hopefully will be surprised to see.
 The new car model has several features that the old car model does not have.  The new car model has a variety of energy weapons, that were not even thought of in the design of the older car model.  The new car model also goes a whole lot faster than the old car model, and even has the capability to travel under or over water, and short trips of flight.  Instead of a keyboard computer in the dash board of the car that the old car model has, the new model has a voice-activated computer, and displays are on the windshield, so the driver’s eyes are more on the road then if looking down at a screen.  There is also a variety of new communication features, laser targeting for the weapons, and even a navigational computer that will be able to guide you from anywhere in the world to anywhere else in the world.  The last major differences between what the old model car and the new model car are that the new model car can even drive itself, and with the remote control communicator can follow complex directions to be anywhere you need it to be while you are somewhere else.  With our newest technological advances and major breakthroughs, we were able to make giant leaps in the new design for the model XL253 cars.
 Even though there are similarities between the old model XL200 car and the new XL253 model car, you can tell the major differences between the two.  We, here at P.T.I., hope that you approve of the changes, and want us to continue producing the new model XL253 cars on the production line, and to discontinue manufacturing the old model XL200 cars.  I personally think you will enjoy the improvements immensely, and will want all of your personnel to have one.  Despite the new models being a little more expensive to produce, the new added benefits to the designs actually make them more cost effective to make than the older models.  So you can personally test one out for yourself, one of the new model XL253 cars are being shipped to you personally, and will be arriving in a few short days.  I hope you enjoy it as much as we here at P.T.I. do.

Next One Shots #5 Duty Status Report.  An informative essay I wrote for a college English class describing the different duty status operations for the team.

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One Shots #3

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Editor’s Notes: This is another essay that I had to do for a college English class.  This is a descriptive essay explaining about the Electrical Phantom.  Enjoy.

Why the Electrical Phantom is the perfect leader for the Intergalactic Space Travelers.

 The Electrical Phantom is the natural born leader of the Intergalactic Space Travelers for many reasons.  A natural born leader is someone who can lead people into getting missions done or accomplished naturally.  The Electrical Phantom was born with this skill, and did not have to learn it; though he did go through training to enhance his leadership qualities and abilities.  Natural born leaders have many qualities that make them unique.  They possess charisma (the ability to get people to listen to them and follow their orders), quick thinking (analysis of situations and deciding the best action to take), smarts (knowing people and equipment they are using inside and out), compassion (knowing when to help others even though circumstances state otherwise), and goal setting (for themselves and their crew).
 The Electrical Phantom is a mutant, who can transform himself into two different identities.  Both identities are publically known as heroes, but very few people know that they are the same person.  In his mutant form (fully electrically charged), he appears as a skeleton covered in electricity, with two exceptions, on the skull, which are two small two inch horns on the sides of his head, and sharp fangs for teeth.  In his mutant form, he wears a one-piece coverall suit made of special nonconductive rubber, and a cape, all of which are black. 
 In the Electrical Phantom’s human form, he is known as Heavy Metal Thunder, a vigilante who fought against gangs and drugs.  Heavy Metal Thunder stands at five-foot-eight-inches and weighs approximately two hundred and twenty-five pounds.  He has brown hair, hazel eyes, and a tattoo on his right arm that says Heavy Metal Thunder, with the words, “Heavy Metal” in cursive, and the word “Thunder” is inside a lightening bolt.  Above this is a guitar rift that ends in flames.  As Heavy Metal Thunder, he usually wears gold sunglasses, a black sleeveless t-shirt, a blue and tan ski jacket turned into a vest (with a secret liner pocket that hides the Electrical Phantom suit), blue jeans with a black leather belt, and a pair of white and black tennis shoes with steel toes. 
 The Electrical Phantom has a lot of charisma as proven over and over time and time again.  When the Electrical Phantom talks, people listen to what he has to say.  The Intergalactic Space Travelers was formed willingly, and the group follows the Electrical Phantom’s orders by their free will, and can leave at anytime, but they choose to stay mostly because of the Electrical Phantom’s great leadership skills, charisma, and his legendary record of success.  The Intergalactic Space Travelers would follow the Electrical Phantom in the most deadliest of combat situations. 
 The Electrical Phantom’s quick thinking and vast knowledge are legendary.  He can quickly evaluate situations, and give the best orders based off of his keen knowledge of his crew and of the people’s abilities and the equipment that they use.  In combat situations, he uses tactics that keeps the enemy in a state of confusion and surprise.  In peaceful situations, he uses diplomacy and tact to get resources, and take care of any problems he has to face (such as damage control and liability). 
 Lastly, the Electrical Phantom pushes for his crew to set goals and exceed them, but he has compassion enough not to push his crew to hard, and to give breaks and vacations.  He single handedly made the designs for a training base, and hired a more than competent training staff to train all of the Intergalactic Space Travelers and any sub-groups associated with them.  The Electrical Phantom vigilantly keeps tabs on their progress and limits.  Not only does he make sure they train themselves, but the Electrical Phantom also trains vigorously to increase his own powers and skills.  The Electrical Phantom possesses many powers himself, including flight, electrical blasts, electro-magnetic control, phasing through walls, traveling through phone and electical lines, and many other powers. 
 With all this in mind, there was no other logical choice for Commander of the Intergalactic Space Travelers, except for the Electrical Phantom.  With his quick action, constant push for rigorous training, and vast knowledge, the Electrical Phantom will lead the Intergalactic Space Travelers to great success in the future.

Next One Shots #4- The New Model XL253 Car.  A comparison essay I did for English class, comparing a new version of a special car to the older version.  

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One Shots #2

Written by Stacy James Meadows

With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke.

Editor’s Notes: This is one of my essays that was written for an English Class when I went to college.  I actually do eventually plan on expanding this into a full story, but for right now I am just going to place this here.  I believe this was for a persuasive essay. 

The Electrical Phantom’s Formation Speech for The Intergalactic Space Travelers.

 The Electrical Phantom, in fully electrically charged mutant form, walked in and scanned the faces of the people in the room.  Sure, he was nervous because he knew the importance of the speech he was about to give, but he had to convince this group of men and women, all of which were mutants themselves, to band together, and fight Dr. Spy and his evil legion of his own mutants, or they all would be destroyed, and Dr. Spy’s plan of world domination would succeed.  He had to convince this group of people, who were of different races, sex, attitudes, mutant powers, and many other differences, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that without working together, and putting differences aside under his leadership, that everything they fought individually for, until this very day, would be destroyed, unless they worked together as a military unit.
 He knew the vital importance of this great task, as he prepared his speech, and worked many long hours to memorize it.  The Electrical Phantom felt that he was a little nervous, but he knew he could convince the crowd with his speech, as he steadily walked to the podium, and made his way to begin his speech.  The crowd watched, in awe, as the Electrical Phantom, in mutant form, walked across the stage.  The Electrical Phantom looked exactly like his namesake; a skeleton phantom with electricity surrounding his whole body.
 “Today, ladies and gentlemen, is the most important day in your lives, and history will be made, one way or another, and a turning point will be reached in this war.  You are all here, I feel, because you agree with me, in that we should all band together to use teamwork, the ability of multiple people to fight as a single unit, instead of just individuals, against Dr. Spy, and his evil legions of mutants, whose goals are to take over the world one way or another.  We all have felt the injustices they have caused, and today we will either forget about our differences of race, sex, mutant abilities, individual attitudes, and any other such differences, and form together, as a tightly knit unit that will act as one to stand against this tyranny, or go our separate ways to let this evil legion eventually win, and totally annihilate us one by one.  We all know the crimes of robbery, drug trafficking, murder, and terrorism that this evil legion can do as a fierce military unit in itself.  This menace is way to widely spread out for just a couple of heroes to take on, but all of us, as a unit, could win this ongoing war that is raging on.”
 “Dr. Spy is pure evil, and by that I mean, he cares for no one or nothing else, but to gain power, and he does not care how, or who he hurts, to get that power.  He has publically committed several atrocities against everyone on Earth to achieve his goals, and we, here as one today, are the only ones possessed and poised with enough power to be able to stop him, and I intend to prove, to each and everyone of you here today, that under my military leadership; we could win this war.”
 “Robbery, to gain Dr. Spy’s financial support, or of technology advances, are among the most common crimes that this evil legion have committed.  Dr. Spy and his evil legion have done many such crimes to accomplish his evil goals.  Among these crimes: full military assaults on banks to gain financial benefits are quite common; with museum robberies, and thefts from several nations’ military research facilities following close behind.  Metal Wolf, my brother, has found out, first hand, that alone he was powerless against such attacks; whereas, Kat Man 7, Dollarbill, and the Cleaner have learned that working as a team could lead to victory on such occasions.”
 “Drug trafficking is a another common means Dr. Spy uses to achieve financial support and power.  I.N.S.A.N.E. H.A.V.O.C., a heavy metal rock band of mutants with a military unit, the Rock Brigade, backing it, was one example of Dr. Spy’s ability to openly commit this crime.  Whenever we attacked individually, as Micro Wave Man can confess to, they would soundly defeat us, but as a unit, The Intergalactic Space Travelers, another rock band, we pulled off a major victory, and put them into hiding.”
 “As P.T.I. (Personal Technical Institute), a group based in Houston, Texas that designs and creates high-tech gadgets, and Mr. Sentence (the group’s leader) can contest, that they are most familiar with the murder and terrorism aspects of the vile acts committed by Dr. Spy and his evil legion.  As a military unit, they have had many successes, and a few failures (which is to be expected), but all in all have pulled off some major victories.  Before forming P.T.I., however, many of them would lose individually, or if that individual did win, not much was gained from it, as Robo Man can admit to.”
 “In closing, I have proven that teamwork is much more effective than individual efforts.  Now is the time for each and everyone of you to make your own choice, and, momentarily, I will give you time to think about your answer.  I just hope that I have reached all of you here today, and convinced you, that it is imperative, that we unite as the most powerful team in the world, The Intergalactic Space Travelers.”
      
 
Next Solo Adventures #3 Why the Electrical Phantom Makes a Great Leader.