There was nothing but peace. Good peace. Quiet peace. Too peaceful peace. "IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!" The other League members glanced over to Feedback, pulling his hair. "Calm down, Feed," cooed Flo. "Your impatience is giving me enough bad vibes as it is." "She's right," said the Galloping Gazelle. "No banks robbed, no giant robots destroying the city, no...nothing! Mutant's not made a single crime all week!" "Well, maybe he's decided to retire once and for all?" mused Dinah Might, taking off her roller blades. "No," replied the Gazelle. "This is something that really needs to be looked into." "Well then," yelled Feedback, tuning his electric guitar. "It's time to crank the volume, baby!" Dinah shook her head. "Worst catchphrase ever." Luckily, he didn't hear her, as he blasted a hole in the door that led to the exit. "And I just fixed it too."

Oh, sorry. I was just reading my comics again. Though, maybe I should have stopped after getting sucked into one. Yeah, you heard me, I got sucked into a comic book and was forced to fight a super villain, the Masked Mutant! He's the archenemy of the League of Good Guys and their leader, the Galloping Gazelle. Coward. Oh, did I say that? Sorry. But he left me to fend for myself after he got his butt whooped by the Mutant. Thankfully, I was able to trick the Mutant by making him change himself into a puddle of acid. You see, he's a shape shifter and can turn into anything that's a solid...but not a liquid, for he can't change back. Well, with no villains chasing after me, I was done with comics, until this one appeared in my doorstep.

"Mom?" I asked one day. "Did you give this to me? You know I hate comics." "No," she said. "I found it on the doorstep. I thought your friends wanted to give it to you." What? Even my friends know I don't read comics anymore! I tried to get rid of it, but...it was like someone was playing a trick on me! "How did," I thought when I saw it on the kitchen table. I promptly tossed it into the trash can. But guess what? It was on my bed! So, I tore it to shreds. The next day however...it was back, taped onto the front door of my house. Mom thought my friends did it, but everyone knows I was done with comic books.

"Fine!" I shouted one day when it appeared under my covers. "I'll read you!"

Meanwhile, at the Mutant Headquarters, something evil comes this way. "Of course they're coming," the Mutant shouted. "But we'll be ready for them!" "Don't worry, Mutant," Root Rot gloated like the overgrown weed he was. "If I had to, I could mow them down at once!" "Hold on there, plant boy," Pinky Flamingo bickered. "If any of those losers show up, it's going to be ME who gets to rub them out!" And he showed off his eraser fingers on his left hand. "Not if I get to them first!" "Oh, back off, thorny! Just be glad my digits don't come with a pair of pruning shears!" Pinky showed off his artist and sculptor tool fingers on his right hand. "ENOUGH!" That voice and the banging of a fist stopped the two of them. The Mutant lifted his hand from the dent he left on the table. "We got work to do. And the sooner we do, the sooner the world will be MINE!" "Ours..." Everyone froze as a figure in a black body suit with skulls all over it and a hood hiding his face walked in. His iron toed boots and the spike sud knuckle glove on his right hand shined in the dim light. "Ours," he said again. "Remember our deal, Mutie. 50-50 cut on the world after you take over." The Mutant nodded in fear. "Yes, Mr. Frightmare."

Huh? Frightmare? Who was he? Who ever it was, he sure had the Mutant under his thumb. But when did he arrive? The last issue, the very LAST comic book I ever read, had the Mutant beaten by the Galloping Gazelle! I guess the writers want to add mystery to this guy. Perhaps more will be revealed as I read...No. I'm done with that. I tossed the comic under my bed. It was dinner time anyway.

Night time. Bed time. And it's about time too. After spending a whole two hours studying for my test next week, I deserve a good rest. I should at least if THE LIGHT WASN'T ON! What...The comic book? Suddenly, all the images from the first couple of pages flashed in front of my face and came to life like in a movie! The dialogue was the same. "Mom!" No answer. "MOM! DAD!" "They can't hear you, Skips." Huh?! Who said that? "And the sooner we do, the sooner the world will be mine!" The mutant's voice rang out, then Mr. Frightmare's voice greeted my ears. "Ours. Remember our deal, Mutie. 50-50 cut on the world after you take over." "Yes, Mr. Frightmare." "And now," Mr. Frightmare continued, then he looked back and stared right at me! "It's time to play, Matthews."

What? Suddenly, a vortex tore in the comic and he burst out of the comic and grabbed hold of my entire bed! I screamed and tried to make a run, but to my shock, everything was disappearing and getting sucked into the comic! "Didn't your mom ever tell you comic books are bad for you?" laughed Mr. Frightmare. Then he grabbed my pajama pant leg and started to drag me toward the comic! "MOM! DAD! ANYONE, HELP ME!"