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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.

One Shots #9

Written by Stacy James Meadows

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

Editor’s Notes: In my last One Shots #8 I said I was going to do a mission briefing, but in honor of the holiday Thanksgiving, I felt it only right to do a Thanksgiving theme story, so I wrote this up just now for the occasion.

First Official Thanksgiving Together
Starring The Entire Intergalactic Space Travelers.

 The arrangements for the Thanksgiving meal and meeting were arranged by Stacy James Meadows a.k.a. Heavy Metal Thunder a.k.a. The Electrical Phantom, who was the official Commander of all The Intergalactic Space Travelers.  Stacy had gotten with Martin Van Burge a.k.a. Dollar Bill, who owned his own hotel, to have one of the meeting rooms set up for the special occasion. 
 Martin, despite the fact of having several other Thanksgiving meetings going on as well at the hotel, managed to keep one of his meeting rooms freed up for the occasion.  He also knew with so many other such meetings going on there as well, that theirs would be kept at a low profile.  He made sure to have his staff working on setting the place up, and preparing the food.
Martin also made sure there would be lots of food for sure, especially since Micro Wave Man would be there, and he knew Micro Wave Man could eat a lot of food. 
 The Intergalactic Space Travelers began to arrive at the meeting room.  The first two to arrive, of course, were Stacy and his brother Billy Van Hoorebeke a.k.a. Metal Wolf.  Stacy was there a little early just to make sure everything was set up properly and in order. 
 Next came Oran Sigler a.k.a. Sunstar and his private security Danny Nodel a.k.a. Starfighter.  Sunstar was the official Commissioner of the group, and practically recruited all the members himself.  Oran entered and went to sit next to Stacy where they began to chat for awhile.  Meanwhile, Danny walked around and took the place in, checking for anything that would be a security risk.  He was happy to see that there wasn’t a huge banner that had the group’s name splashed all over it, but instead a phony business name was being used.  He didn’t really see any security risks, and eventually found a seat next to Oran, where he silently sat, and kept an eye on the place. 
 Next to arrive, after Martin called his room to remind him, was Scientist John Liver a.k.a Kat Man 7, who took a human pill, so that he wouldn’t be in his mutant cat form.  Not surprising he came in with his lab coat clutching something in his hands.  What was a surprising thing to Martin though, was that it wasn’t one of John’s experiments he was usually working on, but a small video game player of some sort.  John, seeing that Billy was a little bored, set down next to him and showed him the game.  They then took turns playing it.  Stacy was glad that Billy had found someone here to keep him sort of entertained, while he was chatting about business with Oran. 
 Next to arrive was the group’s married couple, Lee Chow a.k.a. Psycho and his wife Alicia a.k.a. Dentgirl.  Lee wore a dress suit while Alicia wore dress pants, and a long sleeve shirt to cover up the metal in here body.  She also wore special make up on her face to look normal as well.  They walked in holding hands, and took a seat still talking with each other in lover’s talk. 
 Next came Tracey McGoldburg a.k.a. Powerbird, who because of her acting in movies fame, had down played her looks, and even wore somewhat of a disguise.  Stacy and her had an ongoing on again and off again sort of love thing going on, but for now she seemed happy to see him, and they hugged as she came to sit beside Stacy. 
 The last one to show up was Mark Surrender a.k.a. Micro Wave Man.  As soon as he stepped into the room, Stacy excused himself a moment from the table to pull Mark to the side. 
 “Listen, Mark, I know you really like to eat, but have one normal size helping at first, and then after everyone else is done eating you can help yourself to the rest of the food, all right?”  Stacy said.
 “Sure thing boss, not a problem.  Appreciate you giving me the left overs.”  Mark replied.
 After that they both went to their seats and the festivities where ready to begin.
 Martin had his hotel staff lay out the food and drinks on some tables in the back of the room, and then instructed them to assist the other rooms, and not to come back here until he had called for them again, so that they could have privacy.  They then formed a line to get their food and drinks, and when everyone had sat back down, Stacy stood up and used his fork to bang on the side of his glass to get everyone’s attention. 
 “Thank you all for coming on such a festive holiday.  I am glad that we are able to share this time together.  I think that in honor of this holiday, that we should go around the table and each of us share what we are thankful for in this holiday season.  I will start it off by saying that I am very thankful to be chosen as leader of such a fine group of people.  Though we have a long hard road ahead of us, I feel that we will be able to handle what comes our way.  Oran?”  Stacy said and then sat back down, as Oran stood up to speak.
 “I am thankful for having the honor of being here on your planet, and being able to choose such fine warriors to work with on the hard tasks ahead.  I really appreciate each of you for answering my call to unite and fight against the evil on your world.  Danny?”  Oran spoke.
 Danny hesitated momentarily before reluctantly standing.  Then he said.  “I am grateful to have a secure and peaceful meeting place here, where we can relax without being constantly bombarded with enemies.  Lee?” 
 Danny sat down as Lee stood up and gave a bow in respect to the group.  “I am thankful as well, to have such a brave group of people to stand at my side, and that I know will have my back, and I theirs, no matter what comes our way.  Sweetheart?”  Lee said as he extended his hand to help Alicia stand up, and then sat down himself. 
 “I am very thankful to have found such a great group of friends as well, along with finding my true soul mate in Lee here.  I hope we have many more such happy celebrations
together in the future.  Martin?”  Alicia said as she sat back down.
 Martin stood up.  “I am thankful for having such a booming motel business, that I am able to host this special occasion for us all.  I am proud to be in such a great group of people, and I too hope that this is only the first of many more such events that I am able to host here for us.  John?”  Martin motioned to his friend, as he sat down. 
 John stood up, and nervously ringed his hands together.  “Well, despite my minor mishap, that turned me into what normal people would term a freak, I am thankful for finding a group of people who accept me for what I am, and support me in continuing to do what I do.  What about you Billy?” 
 John sat back down as Billy clumsily stood up, banging the table slightly.  “Sorry.  Um…well, I’m thankful to have such a caring brother who looks out for me, and has went out of his way to help me become part of such a great team.  What about you, Mark?” 
 Billy tried to sit back down this time without banging the table.  Mark stood up.  “You all have pretty much summed up what I am thankful for as well.  I agree with all of you, and am thankful for such fine friends who support me as well.  Tracey?”
 Mark sat down as Tracey stood up.  “I am thankful that despite the up and downs that Stacy and I’s relationship has went through that I am able to spend this time with him, and with such a great group of friends.”   She sat down. 
 Stacy stood again.  “Well, thank you all for sharing your thoughts.  I hope this helps in us bonding better as a team.  So let’s dig in.”  Stacy said as he sat back down and began to spoon some mashed potatoes and gravy into his mouth. 
 After everyone had finished their plates, and seemed to be full, except Mark, Stacy stood up again.  “Did everyone, except Mark, get enough to eat?” 
 Everyone agreed that they had, and Stacy spoke again.  “Okay, Mark, the rest is yours.” 
 “Thank you.”  Mark said.  In a blink of an eye the food was their, and then it was gone.   Except for a slight breeze in the room, it seemed as if Mark hadn’t moved at all.   Mark, let out an embarrassed burp.  “Excuse me.”   
 “Well, with food out of the way.  Let’s get down to discussing some business before we all go our separate ways.”  Stacy began. 
 That is the end of our super hero Thanksgiving special.  I hope you enjoyed reading it, and have a happy holiday season.

Next One Shots #10 Mission Briefing.  The Electrical Phantom gets a mission from Sunstar and is reviewing the report.  Don’t know if I will ever actually use this in any story lines, but I might.

Heavy Metal Thunder Productions
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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 # 8

Written by Stacy James Meadows

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

Editor’s Notes: Sorry about taking so long between posts, work has been hectic.  Here is a super hero story starring one of my favorite heroes Kat Man 7.  I wrote this one just for fun a long time ago, and is a good stand alone story.  I don’t know if I will tie this into their origin story or not, but I might.

Out of the Movies
Starring Kat Man 7 & Dollarbill.

 The night was early, and the sky was cloudless.  The moon shone brightly along with millions of stars in the sky. 
 The motorcycles were revving up, and the gang was going out to have some fun and to cause havoc on the big city tonight.  With screams of joy, along with hoops and hollers, they rode off toward the city.  Some popping wheelies as they went.
 Meanwhile, Professor John Liver was on his way to see the latest movie, “The Attack of the Chainsaw Killing Zombies.”  He was very excited because he had been wanting to watch this movie for weeks, and was finally getting some free time to enjoy a night on the town.  It starred two of his favorite actors, Carrie Stanfields and Howard Blake. 
 Being stuck in a humanoid cat form all the time was a drag, so he had used his scientific genius to come up with a minor and temporary solution, so he could become human again for a little while.  He took a human pill and had three more in his pockets.  He could stay in human form for four hours.  He was dressed for the evening out.  He was all set and ready to head out.
 He wished his friend Martin could have joined him, but it had been a very busy night at Martin’s motel, with some kind of convention in town for the whole weekend booking up all of his rooms.  Even though he had asked Martin to come, and Martin could have put someone else on his staff in charge for the night, Martin simply refused, and wanted to personally make sure everything was in order for his annual guests. 
 The bikers were on the outskirts of town.  Along the way they were having their own kind of fun, smashing mailboxes, tearing up road signs, and spray painting their logo, “The Psychotic Road Demons” and a pentagram on walls, or whatever else they found.  They were having fun.
 The car, to John’s delight, ran smoothly to the theater.  The line to get into the theater was a little long, but to John it was well worth the wait.  The ticket was a little expensive, but to John it was worth it.  Again the line to the concession stand was a little long, but again John thought it was worth the wait. 
 “Boy, I can’t wait to see this movie!”  John tried to tell a guy beside him, but the dude just more or less ignored him.  He moved up to the counter. 
 “Yes, may I help you, please?”  Asked a young man behind the counter. 
 “I would like a chocolate bar, a large popcorn, a large soft drink, uh, root beer, and some nachos.”  John replied eyeing the menu displayed above the counter.
 “All right, coming right up, sir.”  Replied the attendant. 
 Again he paid a little to much for the food, but he decided it was worth it, and besides he had saved a little extra money and was out to have a good time.  He felt nervous about being around all these strange people, but it wasn’t to bad.  He hadn’t been around large crowds since his experiment had turned him into Kat Man 7.  He went right into the theater, found a seat in the back, sat down, and started munching on his popcorn, as the previews began.
 The Motorcycle gang pulled into the local pub’s parking lot. 
 “It’s time for a few beers!”  Cried the leader, a big fat man with a bluish grey beard. 
 The gang kicked their way in the door, and entered the bar.  A few bouncers tried to stop them from entering, which was a big mistake on their parts, costing them many broken bones.  The gang knocked over tables, and shoved people out of their way, as they made their way to the bar.  A few of the bar patrons, seeing their opportunity to escape, left as fast as they could. 
 “We don’t want any trouble.”  Cried the bartender. 
 “We don’t either, give us beer.”  The leader replied, popping his knuckles.  “And if you go for the phone, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
 The movie ended, and the people started filing out the exit.  John stayed to watch the credits, so he could find out who to write to and complain. 
 “Boy, that was one of the most dumbest movies I ever saw.  That was a total waste of two hours, and a lot of money.”  Thought Kat Man 7.  “Well, it’s time to leave this rip off joint.”
 As John was walking out he passed the arcade section, and noticed the games.
 “Oh, wow!  Two of my favorite games, Dinosaur Wars and Kung Fu Master Street Fighter.”  He quickly pulled out a quarter and started playing.
 The bartender didn’t like the gang at all.  They were tearing up his place, and not paying him for anything.  When none of them were watching, he exited the front under pretenses of getting more alcohol, and went to the back store room, and used the phone there to call a couple of friends of his who were bar bouncers.  Then he went back to the front with a few cases of beer, and served a couple of more beers to the disgusting bunch.
 John Liver was attracting quite a crowd playing Kung Fu Master Street Fighter.  He had the highest score ever, and beat everyone who challenged him as the second player.  Now he was beating on the last ultimate dude boss. 
 Everyone was watching intently.  John, forgetting to pay attention to the time, as females looked at him intently, and males looked on in envy, started his dramatic change into Kat Man 7, but he was so into the game, he didn’t even notice. 
 People looked on now with disgust and horror, as the transformation completed itself.  People began to leave quietly, so the wraith of this monster wouldn’t be tempted to unleash upon them, and eventually no one was left at all. 
 Kat Man 7 defeated the game and shouted, “And that, my friends, is how it is done!”  He took a look around, and saw that there wasn’t anyone still around.  “Was it something I said?”  He looked at himself, and noticed exactly what had happened.  “Oh, crud.  I hate when this happens.” 
 He took the last pill, transforming back into his old human self.  He looked around to see if the workers of the theater had noticed him, but they had been to busy with their cleaning work to notice.  He took one last look at his high score on the game, sighed, and exited the building to go home. 
 The six heavily muscled bouncers walked into the bar.  The gang stopped drinking, stopped shooting pool, stopped harassing unlucky patrons who couldn’t leave, and all of the gang simply looked up at the intruders of their fun. 
 “Got a problem?”  Said one of the closest members of the biker gang.  He was leaning against a rail by the front door, as he added, “The gay bar isn’t here.”
 “Yeah, every single one of you all need to leave.  Now.” Said one of the six bouncers. 
 “Ah, you scare us.  We shaking in our boots, and wetting ourselves now.”  Said on e of the gang members, who just a moment before was having some fun beating and picking on some of the other customers.  “You know…those are fighting words.”  He finished off the beer he was drinking, slamming it on the table, and grabbed a scared woman by her hair.  He forcibly kissed her, and then shoved her back into her seat.  He got up from the table adding, “Don’t you go no where darling this will just take a minute.” 
 The bar tender reached under the counter for his concealed shot gun, but the leader of the motorcycle gang saw him up to something, and punched him square in the nose.  The blow knocked the bartender into his huge background wall mirror hard.  The huge mirror cracked, and several bottles of alcohol and glass flew everywhere as the bartender lost consciousness.  The leader saw what the bartender had been after and took the shot gun and all the cash in the register.  He also grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, and chugged it down, while his gang took out the bouncers. 
 The fight was pretty much one sided as the gang’s numbers overwhelmed the six bouncers, and the gang made mince meat out of all six of the would be heroes.  One gang member held back from the fight, and made a couple of fire bombs out of the liquor bottles, and waited for his leader’s orders. 
 “Let’s blow this joint, I don’t like the service here anyway.”  Said the leader approvingly. 
 They left the bar, got on their motorcycles, and the gang member who had made the bombs chucked all of them into the interior of the bar. 
 They revved up their engines, squealed tires, and some even rode wheelies out of the parking lot, as the bar exploded, and burned to the ground along with everyone who was still inside, though a few rather lucky ones managed to escape. 
 “Let’s head to the park and have some fun!”  Declared the leader. 
 Ten minutes later, police and firemen were there to take care of the scene, though by then there was little else to do.  Firemen started putting out the fire, but it was pretty much only charred remains now, and police officers were taking up reports of the motorcycle gang.  They had other units immediately on the look out for the rogue motorcycle gang members. 
 John Liver had been shopping at a local super market that was getting ready to close up for the night.  He had gotten some cases of his favorite sodas, some snack foods for later, a particularly fascinating cat toy that he couldn’t explain his attraction to, but had to have it, and browsed through the magazine and book racks for some of the latest scientific magazines and books. 
 John now decided to head for home, especially since he only had ten minutes of humanity left.  His car was cruising down the main street towards the park.  As he drove, thinking about his night out, the sounds of motorcycles, and lots of them, could be heard.  He looked into his rear view mirror and saw the gang, as they sped their way closer and were running cars off of the road. 
 “Uh, oh…this doesn’t look good.”  John thought.
 One of the gang members rode up to the driver’s side of John’s car, and smashed his windshield with a huge chain. 
 John cursed, as he quickly calculated the damage cost in his head, and rammed into the motorcycle knocking the rider off, but unfortunately causing himself to lose control of the car, and sending his own car to go ramming into a light pole.  New figures of the cost of repairs went through his head now, as the other motorcycle gang members ignored his car, figuring it was taken out, and continued on towards the park.
 Meanwhile, the transformation again took place, transforming the human John Liver into Kat Man 7.  He tried to open his car doors on both sides of the car, but they were both jammed from the collision.
 “Somebody’s got to stop those punks, and I’m just that someone.”
 Laser claws popped out of Kat Man 7’s knuckles, and he used them to slice a hole in his roof, which he climbed out of.  He quickly looked around at his car, and again recalculated the costs for repairs in his head, coming to the conclusion that it was totally a lost.  He could also see the motorcycle gang turning back into the park, and with just a thought, Kat Man 7 disappeared from the roof of his car, and reappeared right in front of the startled motorcycle gang at the park.  Using this to his advantage, and taking a couple of punks by surprise, he took them out with a couple of swipes with his laser claws. 
 Noticing that they were now being attacked, a couple of gang members pulled out chains, revved up their motorcycles, and rode wheelies while swirling their chains above their heads, sort of like cowboys riding a horse and using a lasso.  They came racing towards Kat Man 7, who simply sliced through their exposed engines, causing them to crash. 
 Another motorcycle charged, and Kat Man 7 wasted him with his laser claws shooting out like a bullet.  He took out a few more with his laser claws in close combat, leaving his laser claws drained of power after that.  He hadn’t brought any extra power packs for them because this was suppose to be a night of fun, not fighting. 
 The leader watched him in battle, and Kat Man 7 finally noticed that the leader was pointing a rifle at him.  The leader fired, and Kat Man 7 teleported to the leader’s side, just as the bullets reached where he had been standing just seconds before.  The leader looked around in surprise, but didn’t have time to react as Kat Man 7 grabbed his shoulder turning him around, and punched him in the jaw.  The hit took the leader by complete surprise, and he dropped the riffle.  Now the leader was angry, clenching his fists, and swung wildly at Kat Man 7. 
 Ducking low to avoid the swing, Kat Man 7 replied, “You remind me of Joe, the Thug, in Kung Fu Master Street Fighter.  He is easy to defeat, if you do this.”  Kat Man 7 then went into a series of martial arts blows, and defeated the gang leader. 
 The police cruisers began to arrive just as Kat Man 7 finished mopping up the remainder of the motorcycle gang members.  One was left though, and took off running towards an alleyway, which was about a block away. 
 Officer Alan Phillip Jackson seen the cat like creature taking out one of the gang members, recognizing him immediately, and grabbed his radio.  “All units be advised that Kat Man 7 is on our side.” 
 He slowed down his car, and rolled down his window beside Kat Man 7, who had helped him personally on a couple of cases. 
 “Thank you, Kat Man 7.  These scum buckets have been wrecking havoc all night.  Where’s your partner, Dollarbill?”  Said the officer, who had just pulled up and recognized the hero. 
 “You’re welcome.  He’s not here, I’m alone.  Please excuse me, while I retrieve that one who’s escaping.”  Kat Man 7 said as he teleported into the alleyway just in front of the last motorcycle gang member. 
 Officer Alan and his partner Officer Jacob Miles decided to head around the block and cut off the exit of the alley. 
 The motorcycle gang member defensively in surprise at Kat Man 7’s sudden appearance, sprayed red paint into Kat Man 7’s eyes, and used a switchblade knife to stab Kat Man 7 in the stomach, just before Kat Man 7 could get his surroundings into focus from the teleporting.  Kat Man 7 taken completely by surprise, lashed out blindly with his claws on his finger tips in defense, and struck the gang member across the face, and knocked him into a couple of garbage cans. 
 Kat Man 7 fell to his knees grasping his stomach, as the motorcycle gang member quickly recovered, with hopes of still escaping, though his face was now bleeding from the scratches.  He got up and started running out of the alleyway he had went in.  Just as he was about to reach the end, a patrol car pulled in, and the punk started to turn and run the other way. 
 “Halt or we will shoot!”  Yelled one of the two police officers, Officer Jacob Miles, who now stood outside of their car, but behind their car doors, as Officer Miles fired a shot into the air.  The gang member stopped, and raised his hands into the air. 
 “On the ground, hands behind your head!”  Officer Miles demanded the motorcycle gang member to do, and the punk complied.   
 Both police officers ran forward.  One, Officer Miles, stopped and cuffed the motorcycle gang member, while reading him his Miranda rights, while the other, Officer Alan Phillip Jackson, ran to his friend Kat Man 7. 
 Officer Jackson, reaching Kat Man 7, and seeing the knife wound, grabbed his radio mike on his shoulder.  “We need an ambulance right away.”  The officer said into his radio.
 Recovering somewhat, Kat Man 7 replied through clenched teeth, “No, I have a friend not far from here who can help me.  Please, stand back.” 
 Officer Alan stepped back a little as Kat Man 7 got wobbly to his feet, and then teleported away. 
 Martin Van Burge was sitting behind his motel desk doing the night’s cash receipts when his friend’s sudden appearance took him by surprise.  Even though he was used to his friend doing this by now, it still sometimes took him unexpectedly.  Before he could react, either defensively or complaining to his friend about this sudden intrusion, Kat Man 7 crumpled onto the floor.
 “John!”  Martin yelled leaping over the desk in a ninja like flip, and reaching his friend.  “Hold on, John!  I’m here to help you.” 
 Gathering Kat Man 7 into his arms, and then noticing the knife wound, he laid him on the ground, and placed his hands over the wound.  His hands glowed with white light, and the wound healed in an instant.  Recovering now, Kat Man 7 thanked John, and described to Dollarbill what had happened. 
 Martin, glad that his friend was all right, ordered for his motel’s personal tow truck to go and retrieve John’s car. 
 “Sounds like you had fun at the movies tonight, wish I could’ve been there.”  Martin told his friend.  “Instead I had to work and keep this place running.” 
 “Well, it wasn’t as fun as I had hoped.  The movie was bad, the price for everything there was to expensive, the video game incident, and then the motorcycle gang, and getting stabbed.  Man, I need a night of rest from my night of rest!  I’m going to bed now.” 
 “Well, good night then.”  Martin said to his friend who was already teleporting away.   

Next One Shots # 9 Mission Briefing.  The Electrical Phantom gets a mission from Sunstar and is reviewing the report.  Don’t know if I will ever actually use this in any story lines, but I might.

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. 

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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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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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. 

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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 #1

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 a short horror story that can stand on it’s own, but I might rewrite it later to fit in with the super hero storylines.  For right now these pages are just taking up space, and might as well post them here.  Hope you enjoy. 

Millennium Bug
 Nurse Sanchez looked at the clipboard in her hand with disbelief, and sighed as her and Doctor Morrison walked down the hall to see the newly admitted patient to the psychiatric ward.
 Still flipping through the clipboard, and scanning the notes, she asked, “Is this true, Doctor?  They actually found her in the middle of the woods, in freezing weather, half-naked?”
 Momentarily stopping to give a stern look, he replied, “Yes, and her husband, renowned Dr. Joseph Stein, was found dead in their cabin up there in the dead of winter.  In fact, we don’t know what exactly happened up there, except for what is written in her personal diary, which I have here.  You take it, read it, and get to know the patient.  She’s in your care now.”
 “But why me?  I’m just a nurse.  Why did you pick me to take care of her?”  Nurse Sanchez asked in confusion.  “Why did you pull me from all of my other patients, and assign me just to her?”
 “Dr. Stein used to go to the same high school as I did, we were good friends then.  We even went to the same college, but our studies went into different directions.  When I heard the news of what had happened, I knew I had to do all I could to help out my old friend.  I pulled some major strings and had her transferred here.”  Dr. Morrison answered.  “You are my best nurse, that’s why I chose you.”
 “Doctor, I appreciate the compliment, but are you sure we can handle her here?”  Nurse Sanchez replied.
 “Look, I know your just a nurse, but it will be fine.  I’m just wanting you to get close with her, monitor her conversations with you, by either taking notes, or using a tape recorder, and make sure she takes the prescribed medications I’ve assigned her.  I’ll be doing all the doctor work here.  I’ll be seeing her for therapy sessions every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 2pm.  Together as a team, I hope we can help her, and find out what happened to a good friend of mine. Just relax, we’ll be working on this together.  If anything comes up that you can’t handle, call me immediately.  Also, the police are still investigating this incident, and will be using all of our records in this investigation as well, so you have to keep in depth records.  Do you understand?”  Dr. Morrison said.
 “Yes, Doctor Morrison.  You’re right, we can do this together.”  The now reassured Nurse Sanchez replied. 
 Doctor Morrison handed her the diary, and they continued walking down the hallway until they reached a certain door.
 “Here she is, Nurse.  She doesn’t remember a thing that had happened up there.  It’s your duty now to help her.  Get to know her and get her to remember what happened up there.  I’ll be watching your progress and checking in on you from time to time, but this is your show now.”  The doctor said as he continued walking down the hallway, and left Nurse Sanchez alone in front of the door.
 Nurse Sanchez hardly noticed that Doctor Morrison had left.  She had been to busy staring inside the room through the locked door’s wired meshed window at the poor woman inside.  What could have happened to that poor woman up there in the woods all alone?
 Nurse Sanchez first felt the diary in her hands, and then grudgingly turned her staring eyes at it.  She would need time to read through this paperwork before she actually tried to talk to the woman behind the locked door.  She made her way back to her office, and as she walked she began reading the reports on the clipboard again.  By the time she was in her office she had finished reading all of the reports, which basically told her nothing about the patient. 
 She placed the clipboard on the desk, but was still holding on to the diary.  But this on the other hand…  She sat in her office chair behind her desk, and flipped on the desk lamp, as she was still looking the cover over.  She opened it and read.  It said:
January 15, 2015.
 My husband is going insane, but as his wife, and more importantly his scientific assistant, I have to support him.  He honestly believes an alien computer virus is going to slowly terminate all mankind from the face of the Earth.  He wants to go somewhere into isolation.  It’s dead winter and he wants to go somewhere like deep into the heart of Siberia.
 I, of course, reminded him of our cabin in Montana, and finally convinced him to move his experiments there.  Besides it would be more cost effective for the research he is doing.  I look forward to being in the fresh Rocky Mountain air. 
 Though it seems to be exciting work ahead, I am still unconvinced of his claims.  However, he did try to convince me of his theories.  His research in this matter started shortly  after New Year’s Eve, I believe it was around January 3.  At first, it didn’t seem to matter to him.  So a few professors and their families got eradicated, it had nothing to do with him, or so he seemed to think, but even then I knew it bothered him somewhat that friends he had grown up together with were dying. 
 After the first fifty accounts, though, he bean to think he saw a pattern.  I find it hard to believe, but it was true that all the targets were computer specialists like him.  I, of course, am not a computer specialist like him, even though I know enough about computers to be a major help to him and his research.  He doesn’t realize the fact though that I learned about computers just to be able to spend quality time with him.  He’s handsome, makes great money from his work, and is quite the romantic, but I digress from the reason why I am starting this new diary today, which I always start a new diary every time we start a new project together. 
 Anyway, shortly after he came to the hypothesis, about it being only computer specialists being targeted, that’s when he decided to go to one of the hit sites to confirm his theory.  He returned a changed man, shocked by what he had found.  Mortified at first, I think by what he had seen, he would not even talk to me about it.  For a full day afterwards he sat alone in his office not knowing what to do, and it scared me to think about what was running through his mind.  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and confronted him head on about it. 
 After some heavy coaxing, he told me that he saw something unlike anything he had ever seen before.  He insisted it had to have been a highly advanced computer virus.  Though I think he was probably sniffing some of the gas that escaped from the pipelines during the fire in the building he went to, he insisted that he had seen it, and that it had spoken to him.  He was convinced it was coming for him, and eventually it would be a battle between just him and this highly advanced computer virus.
 I finally raised his spirits by telling him that I believed him, and perhaps he should try to get a hold of others to see what they thought of his theories.  He immediately e-mailed all the other programers he knew; however, no one believed him.  They sent back e-mails saying things like: “The police reported faulty wiring in the house.” or “How could a computer virus do that?  It can’t!”  They wouldn’t believe him, but somehow he knew, and truly believed it was out there. 
 I truly don’t know what to think about all of this, but I do know that tomorrow we leave for our cabin in Montana.  Well it is getting late, and I wrote these few lines only to help clear my head so I can go to sleep.
January 17, 2015.
 Well we are finally settled into our cabin in Montana.  It took us all day yesterday to settle in and set up our gear and supplies.  I am exhausted from all the work, and for awhile I thought it would never be over, but it is finally done.
 Tomorrow Joseph will seriously be starting his research, but for tonight he is resting (of course, it was after we had our little bed time fun).  I am wore out, so I am off to bed myself. 
January 25, 2015.
 We have been really busy since we have gotten here.  My husband has been doing all the research he can on this virus, such as scanning the news for any clues on how it worked.  On his computer he has calculated the origin of the virus.  He came up with these numbers: There was a 1,953,467,522.008 to one odds that the virus was created here on Earth, 145,563.00345 to one odds that a freak accident of some sort created it, and ten to one odds that its origins were alien. 
 Through the news reports he has developed several safety precautions for our safety.  He has us wear rubber gloves and boots, use plastic chairs with no metal parts, we have no electrical appliances that aren’t absolutely necessary, and he makes sure there is no metal around the shower or kitchen sink. 
 I think he is going way overboard about this virus thing, but I guess the facts speak for themselves.  Have to go, Joseph is hollering for me to come back and help him with his work.
February 2, 2015.
 I am dead tired, but have had a little sleep here and there.  Joseph is now sleeping, and wants me to awaken him in a couple of hours, so to stay awake, I am writing in my diary.  He has been working day and night, with very little sleep, on his highly advanced virus eradicator.  When he does get a little sleep, his dreams are nightmares about the virus killing him.
 He has told me a couple of his nightmares.  In one of his nightmares, he realizes he is aboard an alien spacecraft, the same alien spacecraft he believes that has sent the virus to Earth.  Of course, he could not make out the aliens’ shapes very clearly because it was to dark aboard the alien spacecraft.  Lights from nearby computers with flashing buttons surrounded the room.  The aliens were speaking in an unknown language, unlike any he had ever heard before.  Even though he couldn’t understand a word that they were saying he quickly realized what they were doing.  They were releasing the virus on the poor, unsuspecting Earth.  They pressed a few buttons and then celebrated by jumping up and down excitedly, and shouting vigorously to one another, as a stream of energy shot out of their ship, and hit a nearby satellite.  Apparently, they didn’t even realize he was there, as he screamed, “No!”
 Another type of nightmare he has, is when he thinks he is actually awake, but is still dreaming.  He will be working in his lab on his computer.  He will go to get something from a drawer in his desk, and when he opens it, there will be the virus.  It shoots out of the drawer, and impales him through the heart, with a metal like tail.  Usually after one of these nightmares he will scream in horror, and wake himself up, like he just did now.  I have to go.
February 15, 2015.
 Well, so much for love being in the air, and for Valentine’s Day.  Joseph hasn’t even acknowledged the holiday.  With everything we’ve been through lately, I dare not bring it up.  He is constantly scrolling through the latest news, and every time Joseph notices another family has been killed under strange circumstances.  As luck would have it, as soon as he sees the last name, he immediately realizes it was a fellow colleague of his, another professor. 
 So far, there have been 301 incidents that we know of.  Many of the people who didn’t believe him are now dead, but he insists he will not be taken, at least, not without a fight.  He still isn’t exactly sure what it is, but now he insists that it’s only a matter of time before it comes after him.  Now most of the time Dr. Joseph Stein spends most of his time in deep isolation, even from me, working on this advanced form of computer virus detection and destruction system.
 I am frustrated and angry with Dr. Joseph Stein.  I can’t believe he just totally forgot about Valentine’s Day, and hardly speaks to me anymore.  That’s why I am calling him by his full name. 
 Whoa, what’s this?  I actually think he’s calling for me.  Maybe he’s finally finished this stupid project of his, and we can go home.  Well, I guess I’ll go, and see what he wants.  I might even give him a piece of my mind as well.
 Nurse Sanchez skimmed through the rest of the blank pages in the diary, but there was nothing else written in it.  She then looked through the report, to check the date they had found her, and brought her in.  It was February 19, 2015.
 Reviewing the facts in her mind, she came to her own conclusion, that the whole incident was a result from a fight between the two of them.  Nothing is more bitter than love scorned.  As for the good Doctor Joseph Stein, she even said he was going mad.  Instead of taking him to the woods, they should have both came here for help in the first place.  She thought about the news she had been watching recently, and as far as she could remember, there was nothing about families being killed off that she knew about. 
 She thought for a few moments about how she should handle this case.  First things first, the proper medication must be administered.  Then and only then would she attempt to talk to Mrs. Stein.  It would take time, but she would eventually be able to straighten up Mrs. Stein’s  mind, and Doctor Morrison and her could convince Mrs. Stein how crazy she had been, hopefully.
 *    *    *    *
 It has been several days since Mrs. Stein has been admitted.  Mrs. Stein hadn’t been much of a problem as Doctor Morrison had suspected that she might be, and returned Nurse Sanchez to taking care of her other patients as well.  It seems as though the medication has been doing its job quite well, and that Mrs. Stein was coming along quite nicely.  Nurse Sanchez had been keeping track of her progress, and was quite pleased with how she was coming along.
 In fact, Doctor Morrison had complimented her on her work with Mrs. Stein, along with the work on some of her other patients as well, though there were a few problems with a couple of the other patients.  For instance, Mr. Wilbanks tried to escape, and almost succeeded, and Miss Edins somehow had gotten a hold of a real butter knife, and attempted, for the third time since she has been here, to commit suicide by slicing her wrists open with it.  Other than these two incidents though, most of her patients were coming along quite well. 
 Nurse Sanchez thought about these things, as she walked down the hallway with the tape recorder, pen, clipboard, and notebook already in hand for her therapy session with Mrs. Stein.  Nurse Sanchez looked forward to this session with Mrs. Stein today, because there was a promise of coming to a major break thru today.  Hopefully, Nurse Sanchez could finally get Mrs. Stein to open up about what had actually happened up there in the woods, and finally give Dr. Morrison something to help in his therapy sessions with her.        
 Nurse Sanchez met the guard at the door to Mrs. Stein’s room, and the guard let her in, locking the door behind her.  Nurse Sanchez knew all to well that it was common procedure for the guard to wait just outside the door for her to finish, just in case of trouble, but she really didn’t expect any trouble from this poor woman.
 The rooms were quite small in the mental ward.  Each room contained a small twin sized bed pushed against the right side wall, a small two drawer dresser at the foot of the bed, two chairs, and a table pushed by the wall close to the door, and hidden behind small wall was a toilet and sink combination thing made of metal and connected to the wall.   Of course, the showers weren’t in the rooms, they were down the hall, so patients could be watched, and kept from suicide attempts.  These were how the rooms for the less violent, and non-suicidal patients were set-up anyway, the more violent ones only had a bed, and metal toilet/sink contraption in the open, so they could be constantly watched.  Mrs. Stein hadn’t shown any violent signs, and was willingly working with the staff cooperatively so far. 
 Mrs. Stein had been expecting her to come, and was already sitting down in the other chair farthest from the door.  Nurse Sanchez sat down in the other chair, and set up her things for the interview. 
 With the drugged induced stupor still in effect on her, and her leg shaking, Mrs. Stein replied rather slurred, “Hi, Nurse Sanchez.  I’ve been expecting you to come.  I think I can remember some of the things that happened, but I really don’t want to.”
 “Why don’t you want to remember?  By remembering and telling me, I can help you to get control of your life back.  You want that don’t you?”  Nurse Sanchez coaxed. 
 “Yes, but the memories are so frightening.  I don’t know if I can overcome them.”  Mrs. Stein said with a touch of nervousness in her voice. 
 “Come now, I’m here with you.  I’ll help you through it.  Just think back and tell me about what you see.  I won’t let anything happen to you.  I promise.”  Coaxed Nurse Sanchez. 
 “Well, all right.”  Mrs. Stein said, though she was still quite reluctant to do so.  “I remember that Joseph, that’s my husband, Dr. Joseph Stein, had fallen asleep in front of his computer.  Meanwhile, I was sitting in the living room watching him sleep, while listening to some music that was playing on the radio.  I had been sitting there drinking a coke, and debating whether or not I should go on to bed or continue doing the exhausting work I had been doing.”
 “As was normal since we had gotten to the cabin, my husband woke himself up screaming from one of his nightmares, to find himself still sitting in front of his computer screen, which had also fallen asleep.  He awakened the computer to check out what time it was, and I remember him saying that it was around one in the morning, and that the last time he remembered looking at the time was around eleven last night.  That’s when he decided to get something to drink from the refrigerator, to combat the dry mouth he had.”
 “He began walking into the kitchen, but as he was going in he must have heard movement or something, and quickly stepped back.  An electric arc of sparks shot several knives across the room.  To our amazement and surprise, the knives stuck into the door with loud thumps, where he had been standing just seconds before.”
 “I couldn’t believe it, but it was there.  I stood up, and was about to run over to him, but he motioned for me to stay put, so I just stood there.  He ran over to his computer, and immediately ran the virus detection program.  We both could see the occasional electric sparks flying from the keyboard, but he had been prepared for that with the rubber gloves.  From where I was standing I could see the computer screen, as it flashed, Virus detected.  Initiating capture sequence.”
 “At the same time, electrical sparks began to fly out of all the plug-ins in the room.  This spectacle lasted for about a minute, before the virus, I would guess, decided to remove the electricity completely from the room, in order to stop the program.  The lights started to go out, but it only lasted a second before the program had caught it.”
 “The computer screen flashed, Virus captured.  Initiating eradication process.  A couple of seconds passed and then it was replaced by another sentence on the screen.  No, don’t do this.  I beg of you, Dr. Stein.  You win.  You out smarted me.  011010001110101 skits others… The computer screen then flashed, as if in triumphant glory.  VIRUS ERADICATED.”
 “I did it!  Joseph shouted as loud as he could, as he jumped up and down, just like a kid, in celebration.  I defeated the virus!”
 “Something in the back of my mind must have heard the electric buzz from nearby, but Joseph was to excited to care.  I watched, still in disbelief, at what I just saw, and before I could warn him, he removed his rubber gloves.  He was yelling, though I couldn’t make it out clearly, stuff like, that this called for a commemoration, and tomorrow they would both return to society, but tonight he could go to bed, and rest peacefully.”
 “I watched frozen in horror, as he went to the refrigerator to get something to drink.  He had to have heard the buzzing, for it was so loud, but it just didn’t register in his brain what exactly it was.  As he grabbed the handle of the door, still yelling about his victory plans, what must have been a thousand volts of electricity shot through him, and flung him across the room.  As he lay there on the floor, either already dead, or dying, I could see the computer screen flashing.  Virus detected.  Initiating capture sequence.”
 “I could not move, no matter how hard I tried.  I simply stood there, frozen in fear, just like an icicle.  Wire tentacles finally snapped me out of my daze, as they began to wrap tightly around me, but then the permanent darkness came as the power went off.  Still captured though by the tentacles, I ripped myself free, tearing my clothes to shreds, and ran for the outside.  Fear that the power would return along with the virus, drove me to keep running, and not stop for anything.”
 “Okay, Mrs. Stein.  You’re making really good progress.  That’s enough of a session for today.  At least, you’re willing to talk about the fact that something did happen to your husband.  Maybe tomorrow you can tell me the truth, and begin your road to recovery.”  Nurse Sanchez said, as she began to gather up her stuff, and prepared to leave. 
 “But you read my diary!”  Shouted Mrs. Stein, as she grabbed a hold of Nurse Sanchez’s arm.  “You have to believe me!  I’m telling you the truth!”
 “We’ll talk more about it tomorrow, Mrs. Stein.”  Nurse sanchez said nerviously.  This was the last thing she expected to happen from this poor woman.  Frantic now, she screamed out, “Guard!” 
 The guard rushed in pushing Mrs. Stein back far enough to get himself, and Nurse Sanchez out of the room, and lock the door.  Nurse sanchez gathered her frazzled nerves together, and straightened herself up.  She thanked the guard and began walking down the hallway.
 Mrs. Stein, however, wasn’t finished ranting and raving.  She came to the door’s window, and began hollering, “I’m protected from the virus in here you know!  There are no plug-ins in here, and the light bulb is sealed!  You on the other hand!  The virus can get you!”
 Nurse Sanchez could no longer make out what she was saying anymore, as she went around the corner, though she could still hear her yelling.  She knew the guard would let Mrs. Stein wear herself out, as long as she didn’t try to get out of her room. 
 Nurse Sanchez decided that she would have to call Doctor Morrison here shortly, but first she would file her report.  It wasn’t as good of a break thru as she had hoped for, but there was some progress, and a little digression as well, but that wasn’t anything that a raising of the medication dosage wouldn’t cure.  That poor woman…
 Nurse Sanchez reached her office, sat down at her desk, and prepared to type the report of Mrs. Stein’s progress on the computer.  Before doing anything at all to the computer, however, the lights in her office began to flicker on and off slighly.  Nurse Sanchez’s heart fluttered slightly faster for a second.  For a millisecond it seemed that she could recall all of the horrible storms that she had lived through in her childhood, like the horrible tornado that had wiped out part of the town she had grew up in, and her parents holding her tight, in the safety of their storm shelter. 
 The flickering of the lights stopped, and her heart beat returned to normal.  She silently griped at herself for her momentary weakness, telling herself, “You’re just a little on edge, because you weren’t expecting Mrs. Stein to get that excited.”
 Nurse Sanchez returned back to the computer to start her report, and clicked on the mouse to bring up the password screen.  She typed in her password, and pressed the Enter key.  When she removed the screen saver, however, instead of going into her report program, to her surprise appeared the words, “GOT YOU!”  The words appeared on her screen covering up the whole monitor with the huge letters.  Cord tentacles shot up from out of nowhere.  The virus had come to get Nurse Sanchez.  

Next One Shots #2…  In English class at college I had to write different types of essays.  I will be posting them here next.  I used my super heroes in them, and they will provide a little more details about how my super heroes are suppose to be like.  I will tell you what type of essay it was, and the essay I used for it.  Hope you enjoy them.