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Copyright protected on October 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 had decided to take the day off, and rest at the beach, however, trouble even followed him there.  The Cobra Strikes Gang controlled the beach, and a few of the gang members confronted him.  After beating one the others realized who he was and ran off.  Now Heavy Metal Thunder was leaving the beach. 

Chapter Seven
Introducing the Blond

 My day off at the beach was ruined, or was it?  Can you truly say your day was ruined when the love of your life walks into it?  -H.M.T.

 Heavy Metal Thunder was now leaving the beach, and walking along the lake back towards his home.  Up ahead of him on the road to the left was a set of steps leading down to another section of the beach, and to the right was an alleyway between to buildings. 
 As he got closer to the alleyway, he began to hear a commotion going on inside the alley.  Sounded like raised male voices, and they were saying some rather rude and crude things.  Thinking there might be trouble he set his bag down, digging out his three lock bladed knives and chain.  He set them up in his lefthand, and crept closer to the alleyway entrance. 
 The punks in the alleyway were just having some fun.  The “Cobra Strikes” gang all wore red bandanas.  While several of the punks were getting high on several different types of drugs, about three were harassing a beautiful blond lady, and attempting to rape her, while the others were egging them on. 
 The three had her surrounded, and kept reaching for her threateningly, while saying derogatory remarks. Sometimes there hands snatched at her clothes or hair, others times their hands reached for her behind or breasts, as she slapped them away. 
 Heavy Metal Thunder could tell she did not like this, and that she was scared and begging them to stop, as tears messed up the make up on her face, and ran down her cheeks.  He also knew he had to do something quickly, before they really began to get serious.  So he quickly decided to make his move. 
 One of the “Cobra Strikes” gang members grabbed at the blond woman’s pants, this time not letting go.  “Come on lady, let’s she what you got!”
 That’s when Heavy Metal Thunder appeared and said, “She said, ‘No!’ Gentlemen!”  As he knocked out the nearest punk with a strong right cross punch to the temple.
 The one holding her pants looked up startled that anyone would stop him, and released his hold on her pants.  The lady once freed ran off crying down the alley to freedom.  The two punks who were attempting to rape her, were now to busy staring at Heavy Metal Thunder to notice her leaving. 
 Unfortunately for them, while they stood there taken by surprise, Heavy Metal Thunder never stopped moving.  A black shoe caught the pants grabber in the jaw sending him flying into the wall, and into the blackness of unconsciousness, as he crumpled to the ground.
 Before the pants grabber hit the ground, a spinning back handed right punch caught the other punk in the nose, blood gushing out, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he crumpled to the ground. 
 Standing there triumphantly, Heavy Metal Thunder now stood where the four had been.  Suddenly, the other “Cobra Strikes” gang members started coming out of their surprise, and began to advance towards him.  Heavy Metal Thunder, realizing that the blond had a good idea, turned and took off in a dead run back towards the beach behind the alleyway, sliding the knives and chain into a pocket.
 He ran down the stairs towards the beach, but as the gang followed him down towards the beach he began to realize that many other gang members were here on the beach itself.  Quickly realizing he was trapped between two mobs, he managed barely to circle back around behind the ones that chased him originally. 
 He had only one place left to run with the mob of punks back behind him again now, back to the stairs up to the road from the beach.  He ran hard and fast.  Heavy Metal Thunder thought, “Sometimes you just can’t handle a mob, especially if they out number you a million to one.  At least though, they haven’t started firing guns at me like the men in suits.”
 He finally made it to the stairs, panting hard and trying to catch his breath, with the mob close behind him.  About halfway up, with the closest mob punk about four steps behind and wielding a pipe, the noise of a reeved motorcycle engine could be heard at the top of the stairs.  Heavy Metal Thunder, still in a dead run, looked up and saw the punk on the motorcycle, who smiled and said, “You’re mine!”
 Pulling a rather thick chain from a saddle bag on the motorcycle with a whip like motion he started twirling the chain in the air, and reeved up the engine again as he began rolling the motorcycle down the stairs towards Heavy Metal Thunder. 
 Several “Cobra Strikes” gang members took this as a hint to jump over the railing or to run back down, but several stayed watching, either in surprise to scared or just plain to stupid to move, hoping that Heavy Metal Thunder would now get his the hard way.
 Without bothering to even stop running Heavy Metal Thunder leaped into the air just before the motorcycle got to him.  With a scream, “Heavy Metal Thunder!”  He jumped towards the driver, clearing the motorcycle handles, and knocking the driver off of the motorcycle with a sort of football tackle.  The chain went flying out of the motorcycle driver’s hand and over the stair rails, as Heavy Metal Thunder used the motorcycle driver to absorb the shock of the blow as they both hit the stairs hard. 
 The force and sudden shock of the hit to the stairs knocked the motorcycle driver unconscious, but Heavy Metal Thunder acrobatically rolled up the stairs, and he barely regained his footing enough to begin running again. 
 Unfortunately for the punks on the stairs still, the motorcycle kept going, and knocked them to the bottom of the stairs.  The motorcycle wasn’t really damaged, but several punks laid sprawled out on the ground.
 Heavy Metal Thunder kept running up the stairs unopposed now that the punk on the motorcycle was down.  A couple of the punks, who had jumped over the railing, pulled out guns now, and started shooting, but they missed, just barely, as he came to the top. 
 Just as he cleared the steps he noticed that the mob was starting to climb them again.  Even though the shooting stopped, Heavy Metal Thunder couldn’t help but think, “So much for this being a little different from the suits.” 
 Seeing his bag where he had left it before he ran and grabbed it up, just as the mob began to reach the top of the stairs. 
 Just then the blond haired woman, who was in the alley, pulled up in a black convertible, with the top down.  Throwing the bag in front of him into the back seat, Heavy Metal Thunder jumped in yelling, “Go!”  With that the convertible squealed the tires, leaving black marks behind on the black top road, and took off, as several more bullets flew past the car. 
 Meanwhile, the punk, who had been on the motorcycle, regained consciousness, and now in a fit of rage, made his way back for the motorcycle again. 
 “Thanks for saving me.”   Heavy Metal Thunder said.
 “Don’t mention it, you actually saved me, and I couldn’t leave you there to die by those animals.  By the way, my name is Samantha Wilson.”  She said, brushing some blond hair out of her eyes, and looking in the rearview mirror at Heavy Metal Thunder. 
 “Nice to meet you Samantha, like the tattoo says, I go by Heavy Metal Thunder.  So what happened to get you in that mess?”  Heavy Metal Thunder replied, as he sat up in the back seat.
 “I was on my way back to my car, after doing some shopping, when they pulled me into the alley.  After you came to my aid, I ran back to my car again, but as I was about to leave I noticed that you were way outnumbered and in trouble, and I decided to return the favor by helping you.”  She said with an inviting and comforting smile.
 Meanwhile, the mob at the top of the stairs had stopped pursuit, except for one person who pushed his bike back up the stairs. 
 “I’ll get them both, and make them pay!”  Shouted the punk, as he made his way through the mob, and then mounted his motorcycle.   “I’ll make them pay for ruining my fun!”
 The motorcycle was reeved up full throttle and wide open.  The tires squealed, and actual white smoke appeared.  Hesitant only for a second, the bike launched forward leaving a trail about twenty feet in length of one long black mark. 
 The speed began to build, as the driver thought of his revenge.  30 mph…40 mph…50 mph…60 mph…70 mph…80 mph… 90 mph…100 mph…110 mph…120 mph… 121 mph…122 mph…123 mph…124 mph…125 mph… and it was now going off of the speedometer, and was still building up speed.
 Rain started to sprinkle at first, and then pounded with full force and fury causing the roads to become slippery under his motorcycle’s tires.  A car in front of him was going way to slow, so he had no choice, but to pass it.  Just as he was to the side of the car, a huge diesel engine box truck came around the curve.  Suddenly realizing the unavoidable collision, both drivers, scared stiff, slammed on their brakes.  The motorcycle and its driver were ran over and killed by the huge truck, as the terrified truck driver desperately tried to come to a stop.
 That particular “Cobra Strikes” gang member would never again forcibly pull women’s pants down again, but unfortunately the truck driver wouldn’t live long enough to realize the good deed he did, or to do anymore good deeds, as the mob had been watching this, and were already on the move towards him.

To be continued.

Next Chapter Eight, Planning Session.  Heavy Metal Thunder plans what to do about the gang, while chatting with his new girlfriend.

File #: 14
Character Star Power: 3
Name: Samantha Wilson.
Legal Status: Single, with no criminal record.
Rank: None.
Occupation: Student in high school.
Known Relatives: Debbie Wilson (mother), Mark Wilson(father, a police sergeant), and many others not talked about.
Birth Date: October 6, 1971.
Birth Place: Sesser, IL.
Height: 5′ 11″
Weight: 120 lbs.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Blond.
Strength: 3.
Equipment: A black convertible car.
Known Skills: A driver’s license & student.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.
For More Info. See: Police Sergeant
History: So far rescued by Heavy Metal Thunder, and is developing a love interest in him.  Stay tuned to see how this love affair is going to turn out.

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. 

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. 

Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #5

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…  Wandering around the mall, H.M.T. ran into some suits chasing a man who was in possession of a computer disk with discriminating evidence of illegal drug trafficking.  The man was killed, but H.M.T. managed to get the disk and run.  Eluding the men in suits, he made his way to an old friend’s house.  They are now together trying to make their way to the police station, so that they can give the disk to the authorities.

Chapter 5 The Computer Disk Incident (Part 3 of 3) Favor Returned.

 Together our backs were against the wall.  This time though Matt was in it with me until the very end, even if it meant death for both of us.  -H.M.T.

 Matt’s car rolled on down the street as Heavy Metal Thunder thought about what had happened to him so far today.
 He had run into a guy at the mall, who was being hunted down, by men in suits, because of a computer disk.  Heavy Metal Thunder tried to save the guy, but the guy died, and left him with the disk.
 For awhile he was on the run with it, and still sort of was, but he finally gave the suits chasing him the slip.  He then went to Matt’s house, saw what was on the disk, cleaned himself up, gathered a few items of protection (just in case), and they were now on their way to the police station to turn the disk over to the authorities to handle.
 He was glad it was finally going to be over, because he was getting to tired of running.  He was getting totally exhausted, and was just wanting to go to bed soon.  Heavy Metal Thunder kept his thoughts to himself, as he dazedly looked out the window at the scenery, not really paying any attention to the three stretched limos passing by the opposite way. 
 In the leading stretched limo, eyes were peeled looking everywhere.  “Hey, that’s him we just passed!  I don’t think he saw us.”  Said one of the suited men to the rest of them.
 “Good.  Turn around, and follow him from a distance, and I’ll inform the other group leaders.”  Said the leader of group three of the suits.
 The three limos pulled over on the side of the road, and turned around following Matt’s car from a distance.
 Though the limos had gone unnoticed by Heavy Metal Thunder, Matt being fully alert to anything suspicious noticed it right away.  Especially since there was no other traffic on the streets currently.  Stretched limos in general were out of place around here, and he had kept his eye on them the whole time as he passed them.
 “We’ve got company.  Those three limos that just passed us turned around, and are now following us.”   Said Matt as he started to speed up.  “Guess if they have money for expensive suits, they have money for stretched limos as well.”
 Snapping out of his daze, Heavy Metal Thunder turned around in his seat, and looked back noticing the limos for the first time.  “Yeah, that’s them.”  He said.  “Slow down, and let them catch up, so we can hit them with these.”
 “Okay!”  Said Matt, as he started to slow down some.
 Heavy Metal Thunder readied himself for attack by grabbing one of the bottles with a rag in it and the lighter.
 The limos got closer and were finally in range.  With the lighter Heavy Metal Thunder lit the rag in the bottle.  “Heavy Metal Thunder!”  He screamed when he threw the first one.  It hit the hood of the limo, and burst into flames, but other than that it did nothing else. 
 “You have to do better than that kid!”  Said the driver of the limo to the other suits, some of which were pulling out their weapons and trying to get into a firing position in the windows. 
 “Damn, that didn’t work!  Maybe this one will!  Heavy Metal Thunder said aloud as he lit another one, this time throwing it on the road in front of the car.
 It exploded underneath the car, catching the driver side tire, and causing it to blow as well.  The limo swerved severely, flipped over twice, and came to a stop upside down, as the other two limos swerved around it. 
 “Yes!  It worked!”  Shouted Heavy Metal Thunder, as he watched the suits crawl out of the wreckage.  “The other two limos are still on our tails though!”
 A guy in the lead limo popped halfway out the passenger side front window of the limo with an uzi, and began firing shattering Matt’s back windshield, as Heavy Metal Thunder threw a third bottle.  The driver of the limo swerved to miss the explosion, causing the suit with the uzi to fall out face first on the asphalt.
 “Oh, that had to hurt!”  Said Heavy Metal Thunder throwing another one, but again the driver swerved and missed it.  “Two left.  The driver will probably avoid them both if I throw them separate, but maybe a double shot…”  Heavy Metal Thunder pondered as he lit both and threw them together.  It worked.  The driver of the limo swerved to try and avoid one and ran into the other one.  The limo skidded sideways out of control, and rolled off the side of the road landing on it’s side.  The third limo swerved around it, and kept on coming.
 “Shit, one left!”  Heavy Metal Thunder shouted.  “There’s a street up ahead, so turn down it!”  He readied the box of whip cream balloons.  He waited for the perfect time and then released them all at once.
 Matt was already turning onto the street, as the whip cream covered the windshield of the limo.  He didn’t even bother slowing down, causing the tires of the car to lift off the ground, and for an instant they both thought they would flip over the car, until the tires touched down on ground again. 
 The limo finally activated the windshield wipers, and realized that Matt and H.M.T.’s car had turned off a ways back. Trying to turn around way to fast, the limo swiped an oncoming car, and then flipped over themselves.
 “Yeah!”  Shouted Heavy Metal Thunder.  “We did it!”
 “Barely.  Listen, the police station is just a couple of blocks from here.  Keep an eye out for some more of those suckers.”  Matt said, but there were none as they reached the station and parked.
 They quickly went in, and asked to speak with Chief Mike Goodwater, who they then explained everything to, and gave him the disk.  The Chief, for his part, showed interest, reviewing the disk on his own computer, asking and criticizing their behavior and actions in all this, as he wrote notes down in on a pad of paper. 
 “Well, all in all, you boys did good.  I’ll handle it from here, and make sure they don’t bother you again.”  Said the Chief, as he ushered them out of his office, and on their way. 
 As they left, another dude in a suit entered.  They didn’t see him, but he was an older gentleman.  He went into the Chief’s office, and closed the door behind him.
 “Good, you’re here, Mr. Vandimer.  Take this and go.  You’re lucky, they just came in and talked to me.  I can bury this, but if something were to happen to those boys, then I would have no choice, but to bring you down.  Do you understand?”
 “Yes, it’ll end here.  I’ll clean up my mess in the streets.   I warn you though if those boys interfere with me again, I’ll take care of them permanently.  Thank you, Mike!  I owe you one.” 
The suit said as he left a roll of hundreds on the desk, picked up the disk, and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind himself as he went.  The chief quickly pocketed the money, and went about his normal routine. 
 Heavy Metal Thunder watched the television news and read the papers for a few days thinking to hear news about the police bust, but soon realized that there would be none.
 Calling Matt one day he commented, “They buried it.  The police chief was probably paid off.  It was a draw, and they let us go with our lives, but this isn’t the last time they have heard from me.  There’ll be another round someday.”
 Matt replied.  “Well, count me out for round two.  We’re even now, and I’m in major trouble with my folks about the car damage.”
 
 “Ah, here we are, at last, at the end of my tale, and I see you’ve caught quite a few big fish there.”
 “It would be years later that I would learn the power of my battle cry, and carry the true weapons of my trade.  I will learn to draw energy from the music, shoot pool extremely well, and make the electric guitar sing like the best of them.  I would also find romantic interludes in my war on crime, and even return to fight another battle with the suits.”
 “But all of that is another story in it’s self.  I hope you, the readers, have enjoyed my tale so far.  I want to encourage you to write comments, and tell me if you want more, or, at least, what you thought of it good or bad.”
 “Well, until next time, this is HEAVY METAL THUNDER!  Signing off.” -H.M.T.
 
To be continued.

Next Chapter 6 A Day at the Beach.  Heavy Metal Thunder tries to relax, but trouble always seems to follow him everywhere.

File #: 7
Character Star Power: 2
Name: Chief of Police Mike Goodwater.
Legal Status: Married, Chief of Police, with no criminal record, despite his shady business dealings.
Rank: Chief of Police.
Occupation: Chief of Police.
Known Relatives: Wife (Marilyn), son Walter, and to many others to list here.
Birth Date: March 5, 1962.
Birth Place: Sesser, IL.
Height: 5′ 11″
Weight: 265 lbs.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Graying Brown.
Strength: 3
Equipment: Standard Police Issue.
Known Skills: Leadership and management, able to cover things up, standard police training.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.
For More Info. See: None.
History: Him and Mr. Vandimer have more in store for Heavy Metal Thunder, so stayed tuned.

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Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #4

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 was being chased by men in suits over a computer disk that he had mysteriously acquired.  He managed to give them the slip and head towards a friend’s house.

Chapter 4 The Computer Disk Incident (Part 2 of 3) Old Friend

 Good friends are few, and far between.  Matt owed me a favor, and it was time for me to see if I could collect.  -H.M.T.
 Reaching his friend’s house, he knocked on the door, and waited for Matt to answer.
 “Man am I glad you’re home.  I need your help, because I’m in some serious trouble.”  Heavy Metal Thunder told Matt as he opened up the front door.
 “Quick, man, come inside, before someone sees you then.”  Matt said.  “You smell, and you are a mess, man.  Go in the bathroom, and take a shower.”
 “Thanks.”  Heavy Metal Thunder said, as he walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.
 “Just a minute.”  Matt said.  “Let me get a robe for you, and then throw your clothes out the bathroom door, and I’ll throw them in the washer.”
 The clothes were already in the dryer when Heavy Metal Thunder stepped out of the bathroom door wearing the robe, and into the hallway meeting Matt, who was coming out of the laundry room. 
 “Go on into the living room, and make yourself comfortable, while I get us some sodas.”  Matt told Heavy Metal Thunder, as he passed him on his way to the kitchen.
 After they both were inside the living room, and Matt had gotten them a couple of sodas, they sat on the couch, and Heavy Metal Thunder began to explain the trouble he was in, as they drank.
 “It all started when I was going around in the mall.  I went there to check out some new clothes, especially jeans, which seems like I’m always running low on because I get them ripped or something, but quickly forgot about all that when I seen three guys in suits chasing another man in street clothes.  One of the suits pulled out a gun, and shot the dude.  The guy fell to the ground, and then people started screaming and running.  I immediately realized the gun wasn’t government issue.”
 “Oh, wow!  Then what did you do?”  Matt piped in.
 “In the midst of confusion, I guess the suits didn’t see me, as they drew closer to the man, and prepared to fire again.  I picked up one of the metal trash cans.  With my battle cry of ‘Heavy Metal Thunder!’ I charged, and hurled it at them, causing the three to crumble in a heap on the ground.  While they were recovering, I grabbed the guy, and pulled him into the elevator, and pressed the button for the third floor.”
 “Was he hurt real bad?  Was there blood everywhere?”  Matt excitedly asked.
 “Well, I asked the guy if he was all right, and he said that they had only shot him in the arm, but that wasn’t important at the moment.  I’ll never forget what he said next with a solemn face.  ‘Those guys after me are with the mafia.  They are after you now also.  Here take this disk, and get it to the police.’  He told me, as he pulled it out of his jacket, and I put it down my pants.”
 “So did you both get out of there?  Is he safe?”  Matt asked curiously.
 “No.”  Heavy Metal Thunder said sadly.  Tears seemed to form in the corner of his eyes, as he fought back his emotions, and continued on with the story.  “I had told him that we both were going to take it to the police together, but as we tried to leave the elevator the suits came up the stairs, and shot him in the head.  I knew he was dead, and bullets were bouncing around towards me, so I went through a side door.  I ran, and the suits came out from everywhere, but I finally gave them the slip.”
 “So, what can I do to help you out?”  Matt asked.
 “So, the favor I need is, to find out what is on this disk, and why it was worth a man’s life.”
  “Sure, man.  What ever you need.  You know I still owe you one for saving me from those bullies.”  Matt said, as he took the disk from Heavy Metal Thunder, and they both started to walk down the hallway towards the back room where Matt’s computer was.
 “You know,” Matt continued, “I remember that day like it was yesterday.  I’ve ran into those bullies here and there, like at a store or something, but they never say a word to me, not a one, though I can tell they know who I am, by how they turn their eyes from me.”
 The two of them pulled up a couple of chairs to the computer desk, and Matt booted up the computer, and inserted the disk into the disk drive.
 “You do know that if they have a password on this thing, I won’t be able to get in, right?”  Matt said.
 “Well, we have to try.”  Heavy Metal Thunder replied.  “After all a man did die for this disk.”
 To both of their surprise and relief, there was no password, as the main disk file menu popped up on the screen.
 “That’s surprising.”  Matt said.  “It’s like whoever made this disk didn’t care if it was found, or didn’t have to worry about it being found.”
 “They probably had it under lock and key, and a tight security on it.”  Heavy Metal Thunder said.  “I wonder how that guy got a hold of it.  I guess we’ll never know.”
 After they both examined the disk’s various files of money being laundered, drug shipments, and even a hit list, Matt spoke again saying, “Man, this is deep.”
 “Yeah, now I know why the suits wanted it back so bad.  The reason there was no password, was probably because whoever touched it, that wasn’t supposed to, was killed.”  Heavy Metal Thunder grimly replied.
 “We do need to get this disk to the police station, and turn this in.”  Matt said.  “Are you sure you lost them?”
 “I’m pretty sure.  If they were still following me, then they should have already busted the door down, and killed us both.”  Heavy Metal Thunder said reassuringly. 
 “You’re right.”  Matt said, getting up and preparing to leave.  “Let’s use my car, and drive to the police station.  This disk frightens the hell out of me, and the sooner we get rid of it, the happier I’ll be.”
 “Hold on.”  Heavy Metal Thunder said, as he got up, and put a restraining hand on Matt’s shoulder.  “We need to prepare before hand first, just incase we run into them again.  Besides I’ve got to wait for my clothes to get out of the dryer first anyway.”
 Turning around to face Heavy Metal Thunder Matt asked, “Okay, what do you suggest doing while we wait?”
 “Let’s look around your house, and see what we can come up with.”  Heavy Metal Thunder suggested.
 After about five minutes time, they had the stuff they needed sitting on the kitchen table.
 On the table sat an old t-shirt, a six-pack of beer in bottles, a five gallon container of gasoline, whip cream in a can, water balloons, a kitchen knife, gray tape, a cigarette lighter, and two golf clubs.  
 “I know what the golf clubs, and the kitchen knife are for, but what about the rest of this stuff?”  Matt asked.
 “The t-shirt, beer bottles, gasoline, and lighter are for fire bombs, and the whip cream inside the water balloons might blind their windshields long enough for us to get away.”  Heavy Metal Thunder replied.
 “Good thinking.”  Matt said, smiling and giving a thumbs up.
 Thirty minutes later, they were ready in the car, and heading towards the police station.

To be continued.

Next Chapter 5 Favor Returned.  Will H.M.T. and Matt make it to the police with the disk?  Will the mafia suits be arrested?  Find out in the exciting conclusion to this three part story.

File #: Really isn’t anything to file here, sorry. 

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Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #3

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 decided to become a vigilante hero after his brother’s bike had gotten stolen.  Shortly after taking down the bike thieves, he made a new friend, who he had saved from bullies.

Chapter 3 The Computer Disk Incident (Part 1 of 3) The Chase

 My name is Heavy Metal Thunder.  It’s not my real name, but an alias that I’ve taken to fight crime.  I’m glad you could join me here, as I’m sitting on this rock next to the river, with my fishing pole cast into the water, as I’m reminiscing about the past.  Come sit on the rocks beside me, and cast your pole out into the water as well, and let me tell you the other story, where Matt returns my favor.  -H.M.T.

 Running.  Running.  Always running.  From what was the only change that was constant, and even that didn’t really matter.
 The alleyway was completely dark, as the rain drizzled down lightly.  Splashing footsteps echoed throughout the night.  In the distance was a faint light, from a light by a door.  A shadowy figure ran quickly towards the light.  Behind him a couple of trash cans clanged to the ground, and a few mumbled curses could be heard, as the pursuers scrambled back to their feet.
 To the left of the man was a fire escape staircase, which led just under the tall building’s roof top.  With a leap, he grabbed the slippery bottom rung of the ladder.  Struggling to hang onto the wet ladder, that was locked in the higher position, and could only be released up above, he wiggled himself into position, and started to climb up.  Several flashes of fire could be seen in the distance, but only faint noises came from the alleyway, as bullets danced around him on the fire escape from the 9mm handguns with silencers.
 This time it was the shadowy figure’s turn to curse, as he attempted to climb the slippery wet stairs faster.
 There were a few more shots fired, and then pistols were returned to their holsters, as the pursuers started to climb up after him.
 One of the windows was opened halfway, and a light clicked on in a bedroom, as an old lady came to the window, opening it up the rest of the way, and yelling, “What is all this ruckus?”
 In reply, the leading pursuer used his wet gloved left hand to push her face back into the window, causing her to fall to the floor, as his right hand pulled out the 9mm, and fired a few more shots, before reholstering it, and climbing again.
 “Why I never…!”  Stammered the old woman who was grabbing the phone, and dialing 911.
 “Ah, ah, ah!  Naughty, naughty!  Tsh, tsh!”  Said one of the other pursuers, who leveled his gun, and shot the phone into pieces.
 The now terrified old woman sat there stunned, uncertain as to what to do next.  She began silently praying to God that the gun man wouldn’t shoot her as well, as the man reholstered his 9mm, and continued the pursuit.
 Reaching the top of the stairs, the shadowy figure leaped onto the slippery roof top, struggling to climb up, and getting his pants wet from the drizzling rain running from the ledge, and sliding a little.  He managed to struggle up to the roof top, reaching his feet.  He leaned over the ledge, taking just a few seconds to look down at the men in suits and ties following him, and to catch his breath just a little before running across the roof top towards the other side.
 He was about halfway across the roof top, when a wet gloved hand reached up towards the roof in front of the shadowy figure.
 Cursing again, the shadowy figure stopped, and looked back from where he had just came from to see the same scene repeated again.  For a brief second, his mind flashed to those zombie films, where hands rose from the dirt of a grave. 
 Snapping out of his daze, and thinking quickly, as the pursuers struggled to climb up, the shadowy figure saw his chance.  Removing his belt, as he ran across to another side of the building.  Quickly he fastened the end to a bar on the ledge, and wrapped one end over his right hand. 
 “Heavy Metal Thunder!”  He yelled, and jumped over the side.
 A few more bullets danced around him as he fell over, and swung into a window, crashing through it, and making a terrible glass shattering noise. 
 Letting go of the belt, the shadowy figure rolled to his feet in the room, as a light flickered on. 
 “What the hell?”  Screamed a black man, with a double barreled 12 gauge shotgun pointed at the shadowy figure, as his black wife laid trembling beside him on their king sized bed. 
 Without wasting a second, the shadowy figured man, who was soaking wet, and now had several small bleeding cuts from the shattered glass window, leaped through their bedroom door, and slammed it shut behind him as he went through. 
 Ka-boom!   Both barrels went, as the shadowy figure laid on the floor, and the bullets ripped thru the wooden door above him.  Buckshot littered the far wall, as the shadowy figure pushed himself to his feet and began to run. 
 Quickly, running through the couple’s front apartment door, and into the hallway, he saw his chance.  The garbage chute in the side wall, which he quickly slid down to the parking lot in the basement, into a huge garbage dumpster, and some really nasty garbage. 
 Meanwhile, the black man was reloading, and trying to put on a pair of pants at the same time, just as the suited men entered the apartment through both the front door and the broken window. 
 “Where is he?”  Demanded one of the suits coming through the broken window.
 “Who are…?”  The black man started to say, as one of the suits decked him real good and hard, causing the shells to fumble out of his hand, and the suited man took the rifle.
 “He went down the garbage chute!  Quickly, to the basement!”  A voice yelled from the hallway.
 Crawling out of the huge garbage dumpster, the shadowy figure (now covered head to toe in nasty garbage) noticed a dirt bike.  It was a small motorcycle, with the key still in it, probably belonging to one of the children around here, who even though probably told not to leave the key in it, forgot and left it anyway.  Hopping on it, he cranked it several times.
 The suits bursted out of the side door, just as the motorcycle’s engine reeved up, and the motorcycle went into action.
 A few shots were fired missing him, but hitting the engine and the fuel lines, which started some major leaks.  Heavy Metal Thunder was just thankful that he didn’t get hit, and the motorcycle didn’t explode in a ball of fire.  One of the suits was smart enough to activate a switch on the wall for the garage doors to start closing.
 The race was on.  The doors were already halfway down, so Heavy Metal Thunder slid the bike on its side; shoe on the ground to avoid scraping his left leg, and barely made it completely under.  As soon as he cleared the garage door, he righted himself, and listened to the voices on the other side of the garage door.
 “Open the doors you idiot!  He’s getting away!”
 “Relax, he won’t get far on that thing.  You hit it.  See here is his fuel leaking.”
 “Right, gather the men.  We’ll just follow his trail.” 
 Hearing enough, he reeved up the engine again, and hauled ass down the alleyway, and into the night, as he mumbled to himself, “Damn!  All this for a lousy computer disk, and I bet there isn’t even a cool game on it!” 
 The motorcycle reeved full throttle approximately five city blocks away, before the engine sputtered out, and died completely.
 The ride gave Heavy Metal Thunder a little rest, but not much of a one, because he was still quite winded from his run.  At least, it wasn’t sprinkling anymore, though the clouds hadn’t quite gone away yet. 
 Noticing a bus stop sign, and seeing the lights of the city bus coming, he left the motorcycle on the sidewalk where it lay, knowing full well that it was now useless, because of all the fluids it had lost, and not to mention all the bullet holes.
 Pulling correct change out, he ran to the bus stop, and got on the bus, which only had a few passengers on it.  The driver gave him a funny look, but didn’t say anything, though he was covered in nasty garbage, and smelled of it still.  Sitting alone by a window seat, he watched outside for any signs of pursuit, but didn’t see any.  He watched, and rode on for two stops, and then got off on the third.
 Getting off of the bus, he quickly made his way on foot towards a friend’s house he knew was nearby.
 Meanwhile, the suits piled into nine separate cars.  The cars, they had decided, would go out in teams of three.  The leader of each team had a cell phone to call the other leaders if he spotted something.
 Team one would follow the trail, team two would ride a block to the right, and team three a block to the left.
 “We have to find that guy, or the boss will have our hides.”
 “Yeah, Mr. Vandimer is not a forgiving man, and if that disk gets out, the whole organization is going down, not to mention the contracts going out for us on our heads.”
 “Don’t worry, we’ll find him, because look, there’s his motorcycle on the sidewalk.”
 The leader of team one phoned the other two and said, “We found the bike by following the trail of fluid, be on the look out for him.  He’s on foot now.”
 After he hung up, another member on team one said, “I don’t think he’s still on foot.  Look there.  A bus stop!”
 Dialing zero for the operator, the leader asked to be connected with the local bus station.  After hanging up with the bus station, he contacted the other two team leaders.  “Stop bus fourteen!  It’s next stop is Grand and 8th!”
 Team three was the first to arrive at the bus stop.  Stopping the cars, and parking kind of hidden around the corner, a man quickly exited the lead car, and waited in back of the line for the bus. 
 Soon, the bus pulled up, and people got off.  Noticing that the guy he was looking for wasn’t getting off, he looked around on the bus for him, and saw that he wasn’t there either.
 Turning to the bus driver, he asked if a young man (which he described to the letter, and added that he was bleeding a little, and smelled of garbage) had gotten on.
 The bus driver remembering him because of the smell, and dried blood, and thinking the guy in the suit was either with the F.B.I. or the police replied, “The fellow your looking for got on, rode for two stops, and got off, heading north.  I think the stop was at the corner of 2nd and 3rd.”
 “Thanks.”  Said the well dressed man, slipping the bus driver a twenty dollar bill, as he exited the bus. 
 Calling the other leaders he said, “Damn it, we lost him.  He got off at 2nd and 3rd, heading north on foot.  Keep searching though, hopefully we’ll find him.”
 “He could be anywhere by now, so keep your eyes peeled.”  Said one of the other leaders in reply.
 
To be continued.

Next Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures # 4 Chapter 4 The Computer Disk Incident Part 2 of 3 Old Friend.  Heavy Metal Thunder makes it to Matt’s house, the figure out what’s on the disk, and they begin to plan and prepare to take the disk to the proper authorities.

File #: 5
Character Star Power: 2
Name: Mr. Julius Stein Vandimer
Legal Status: Suspected, but never convicted of various crimes, married.
Rank: Leader of a crime organization.
Occupation: Legally a large business tycoon.
Known Relatives: Wife (Liz).  It is unknown of anyone else.
Birth Date: August 12, 1956.
Birth Place: Sesser, IL.
Height: 6′ 2″
Weight: 215 lbs.
Eyes: Steel Blue.
Hair: White.
Strength: 4.  
Equipment: Has the money to buy what ever he wants or needs.    
Known Skills: Leader of a crime organization, marksman with rifles & pistols, and an expert hand to hand combatant. 
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal
For More Info. See: None.
History: Don’t want to give away any future plot developments.  Right now he is giving Heavy Metal Thunder some trouble, but keep your eyes on him, because he will return again to cause more in the future.

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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’s brother’s bicycle was stolen, and Heavy Metal Thunder tracked them down, and got it back.

Chapter Two, “Chance Meeting”

 This is yet another story of when I was young.  Little did I know then though that this would be the prologue of some things to come.  -HMT
 I remember it all like it just happened yesterday.  It was a sunny afternoon, and I was bored sitting at home.  I didn’t really have any money for gas to put into my ‘72 pickup truck, and decided I needed some exercise anyway, so I started to walk up town.
 I used to do that all the time.  I’d just walk forever it seemed sometimes, but I was young and full of energy.  I didn’t mind the walks because they let me do a lot of thinking and cleared my head.  After awhile, I guess I just got used to them, especially since I never had my own vehicle until recently. 
 It was kind of hot, and I was already starting to sweat, as I walked through the city.  That’s when I saw them.  Four young men about my age.  Three of them were chasing a fourth and taunting him.
 “We’re going to get you!”  Shouted one.
 “You might as well stop and get it over with!”  Shouted another.
 “We’re going to beat you up real good!”  Taunted the third.
 The young man they were chasing kept running undaunted into an alleyway a little ways in front of me. 
 “I hate bullies.”  I thought, mumbling it to myself, under my breath.  “I hope he gets away from them.”  I remembered when bullies used to pick on me in grade school, and how much I hated it.  If it had been three other young men chasing the guy, I might have thought that the single guy had wronged them somehow, and maybe even deserved what he was getting, but I recognized the three in pursuit as notorious bullies from my school, as they got closer to me, and went into the alleyway, not paying me any mind.  They already had a target after all.  The whole thing started to make me mad.
 When I got to the alleyway I looked down it, hoping to see that he had escaped, but what I saw stopped me in my tracks.  The alleyway had dead ended, and the three bullies had the one young man cornered against the far wall.
 “How are you doing, Matt?”  Asked the middle of the three mockingly.  I took it he was the ring leader, especially since he was the tallest, and also looked the strongest of the three.
 “O-okay, N-ned.”  Said the one cornered against the wall, as he started to tremble with fear.
 “Told you that you weren’t going to get away.  We’re going to beat you now, unless, of course, you got some money.”  Said the one on the far left.
 “Yeah, let’s see some money.  Wait, you made us chase you.  We’ll probably just beat you now, and take it anyway.”  Said the one on the far right.
 I had heard enough.  It was obvious the one young man couldn’t defend himself, or even make this a fair fight.  It was time to even the odds.
 “Hey, you creeps, over here!”  I shouted as I began to walk towards them.
 The three bullies turned around as Matt went to his knees, and tears began to run down his cheeks.  I knew that he was to scared to be of any real help in this fight, but that didn’t matter at all to me. 
 “Who are you?”  Asked Ned.
 “Yeah, what do you want?”  Said the one on the far left.
 “He wants a beating too!”  Said the one on the far right, as he chuckled to himself.
 “Why don’t you guys pick on someone your own size, like me?”  I asked them not even slowing down my stride.
 Ned stepped forward and said, “Oh, yeah!  You are a dead man!  Get him boys!”
 I was in striking distance now as my right hand rolled into a fist.  “Heavy Metal Thunder!”  I screamed and I swung as hard as I could connecting with Ned’s throat.
 Ned flew to the ground, grasping at his throat, and trying to catch his breath, as the one on the far right tried to make his move. 
 I was to quick for him though, and kicked him in the groin.  As he bent over forward, I dropped my elbow on his head, and sent him sprawling to the ground, face first.
 All that was left was the third one, and as soon as I took one step forward, he had decided that he had seen enough, and took off in a dead run down the way he had came.
 The other two groggily recovered, and quickly followed in pursuit of their buddy, still holding themselves where I had hit them.
 “Are you okay, Matt?”  I asked after they disappeared, and I looked at him still on his knees.
 “Yeah.  Yeah, I’m all right.  Thank you.”  He said, as he got up, and wiped the tears from his eyes.
 “Don’t mention it.”  I said.  “It was no trouble really, and I don’t think they’ll mess with you again.”
 “Hey, man, I owe you.  How about coming over to my house for a snack, and a drink?  We could even play games on my computer.  Come on, it’ll be fun.  What do you say?”
 “Sure.”  I said.  “I’ve been just walking around town bored anyway.” 
 As we walked out of the alleyway, and towards his house, he asked, “How come you did that?  Why risk your neck for me?”
 “I don’t know.  Don’t like bullies, or uneven fights, I guess.”  I said as I stopped, and pulled out a newspaper clipping from my wallet to show him.  It was titled, “Vigilante Stops Bike Theft Ring.”
 “The vigilante is me.”  I said.
 “Wow!  Hey, man, I owe you one.  Anytime you need my help, I’ll be there.”  He said.
 Matt and I became good friends, but not the best of friends, however, I would visit with him from time to time.  Little did I know then that he would indeed return the favor for me, but that is another story.

To be continued.

Next Chapter Three, The Computer Disk Incident, Part 1 of 3, “The Chase” Heavy Metal Thunder is being chased by armed men for a computer disk he got.

File #: 4
Character Star Power: 2
Name: Matt (Last name not known)
Martial Status: Single
Rank: None.
Occupation: High School Student.
Known Relatives: Mother & Father, names unknown.
Birth Date: Unknown
Birth Place: Unknown
Height: 5′ 6″
Weight: 145 lbs.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Brown.   
Strength: 3*
Equipment: Computer.  
Known Skills: Computer skills.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.
For More Info. See: None.
History: Minor friend of Heavy Metal Thunders.
*On a scale of 1 to 5.  1.  Very Weak.  2.  Weak. 3.  Average (most people).  4.  Strong.  5. Very Strong (Strong as humanly possible.)

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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.

Chapter One, Bike Thieves

 This is one of my earliest heroic deeds from when I first started.  Young and dumb I started this quest.  -H.M.T.
 It all started one night when my younger brother left his bicycle outside in the front yard overnight.  The next morning the family and I all found out that the bike had been stolen during the night. 
 We reported it to the police, but all they did was fill out a report and tell us, “This kind of thing happens around here a lot, the thieves probably sold it for money to get drugs.” 
 Realizing that the police were going to be of no help, or even useful at all, I decided to make my own private investigation by going to all our neighbors’ houses and asking a few questions of my own.  No one saw who had taken the bike, but I did find out that bike thefts had been happening quite frequently in the neighborhood here, and growing worse recently.
 After gathering the facts, I came to some conclusions.  I figured it had to be someone nearby or even in the neighborhood itself, and that the only way to catch them was to set a trap.
 Using my own ten-speed bike as bait, I laid low in the cab of my ‘72 pickp and waited. 
 I waited for hours, though it seemed more like years, reading a boring book by street light to pass time.  Just when I finished the book and was about to give up, thinking they weren’t going to show up, because either they knew I was there in the cab, or they weren’t even out that night, they finally showed up to take the bait.
 There was two of them.  They looked to be in their early twenties or younger.  One drove a big green pickup, while the other had jumped out at the start of the block, and snuck into yards to grab the bikes, along with a few other items, and throw them into the back of the pickup.
 They didn’t see me peering slightly over my dash as they grabbed my bike, and reaching the end of the block, the man doing the snatching threw my bike in the back of the truck, and got in the pickup himself, and they began taking off.
 “I got them now!”  I said aloud hissing it to myself, as I patted the wooden baseball bat lying in the truck seat beside me.
 I waited until they were down the street a little ways, before I started my engine to slowly follow them in my truck, without even turning on the headlights.  If they stopped, I quickly pulled over to the curb and shut the engine off. 
 They didn’t seem to notice me there as they hit a few more places in the neighborhood before they finally pulled up to a house and knocked on the garage door. 
 I stopped a little ways down the street, and parked my truck on the side of the road.  Sneaking down the street with the wooden baseball bat in tow, I got close enough to see the third man, who I instantly recognized as a local pawn shop owner downtown, where I usually went to buy music tapes and video games from, because they were so cheap.  Now I knew why.  It was probably because they were all stolen goods. 
 “Ah, man.  This is deep!”  I thought whispering to myself, as I kept moving in on them.
 They still had no idea I was even there, when I moved in for my strike on them, which told me that they have been doing this for quite awhile, and since they hadn’t ran into any trouble before, so they didn’t expect to run into any trouble this night either.  They were about to be caught reaching their hands one to many times into the cookie jar. 
 I took out the first one while the other two were in the garage.  I hit him in the back of the head with the bat while he was getting a bike out of the back of the green pickup truck.  I was already moving on to the side of the house when he hit the ground unconscious without even knowing what had hit him, and letting the bike fall to the ground with a noisy clatter. 
 I was already in position to strike again when the other man from the pickup came out and yelled, “Hey, stupid!  You all right?  We can’t sell damaged goods you know!  Stupid?”
 That’s when I struck, hitting him in the side of his head with the bat, sending him sprawling to the ground also unconscious, but this time the third man saw me, and yanked the garage door down.  Before it even hit the ground, I was already throwing it back up, and rushing in. 
 The pawnshop owner was already reaching for a handgun that was sitting on a table beside a pocket cellular phone, and spinning around with it, leaving me no choice, but to throw the bat like a spear, as I rushed in towards him. 
 “Heavy Metal Thunder!”  I screamed, as I released the bat into the air, with all the energy I had.  The bat, instead of being a spear, went spinning sideways through the air and caught him in the side with enough force to knock him onto the floor against the wall, and scattering yard tools everywhere. 
 Meanwhile, the gun in his hand fired a shot into the roof, and slid out of his grip to the other side of the garage across the floor, spinning as it went. 
 Recovering before I could reach him, he grabbed a wood chopping axe from off of the floor, which had been part of the yard tools that had scattered everywhere, and he stood, using the axe as a cane to get to his feet. 
 As he raised the axe up and swung wildly above my head, I ducked into a low spinning sweep kick to his legs, and knocked him to the floor.  This time though, before he could recover, I knocked him out with a right fist in the left temple of his forehead.
 Afterward, I found some rope in the garage, and tied all three of them up together in the garage.  Using the pawnshop owner’s own pocket cellular phone, I called the police, and told them that their bike thieves were captured, and waiting for them. 
 I found my brother’s bike, and then mine, and threw them into the bed of my pickup.  Also finding a can of black spray paint on a wall, I spray painted on the floor of the garage, “Heavy Metal Thunder was here.”
 As I was leaving the police showed up, sirens a blazing, not noticing me leaving.    Someone must have reported the gun shot as well for them to get there that quick.
 The next day, the local newspaper’s headline read, “Vigilante Stops Bike Theft Ring!”
 The article also mentioned drugs being found on the premises, and that the other stolen property was already being returned to those who had been robbed. 
 I smiled to myself as I clipped out the article, and thought to myself, “You know, Big Guy, this could be the start of something.”

To be continued.

Next Chapter…
Heavy Metal Thunder makes a new friend after saving him from being beaten up by bullies in Chapter Two Chance Meeting. 

File #-1
Character Star Power: 5
Code Name: Heavy Metal Thunder
Alter Ego: Stacy James Meadows
Aliases: Space Stacy, The Electrical Phantom
Nick Names: HMT.
Allegiance: The Intergalactic Space Travelers and all of their subgroups.
Sub-Groups: All of the Intergalactic Space Travelers.
Rank: Leader of The Intergalactic Space Travelers.
Occupation: At this particular storyline part of his life, he is a high school student, and works at different jobs like stock person for stores, etc. 
Known Relatives: Brother Larry (Billy) William Van Hoorebeke (AKA Metal Wolf, Electrical Boy), Brother Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke (Digital Violator), Dog Buster (Fast Star), Mother Shirley Van Hoorebeke, Step-Father Larry Van Hoorebeke, Real Father Jesse James Meadows, and too many others to list. 
Birth Date: June 5, 1972.
Birth Place: Benton, IL.
Height: 5′ 8″
Weight: 225 lbs.
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Known Powers: In these storylines he has none, but later he will become master of electricity.
Equipment: Carries a wooden baseball bat with the words “The Law” spray painted on it, 3 lock blade knives of different length and a chain (will explain more about these later), and anything he can find and use. 
Known Skills: Leadership, Many different fighting forms, and skills required from space adventures.  At this point he doesn’t have some skills he acquires from the Intergalactic Space Travelers.
Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal.
For More Info. See: To many files to list here.
History: At this point of the storylines, his brother Billy and him have returned from a major space adventure (see Trobitronolgy coming soon.).  This is before he learns he is a mutant with electrical powers, and becomes leader in the Intergalactic Space Travelers.  These are some of his solo adventures.

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