Mange
(Chapter 3)
By
Mastermind (mind@eot.com)
Disclaimer:
Spawn and Related Indicia are copyright by Todd McFarlene and his army of Lawyers, I'm simply paying homage to him.
Batman Beyond and all related indicia are copyright of Time Warner and the WB, I simply like the way they got Kenny Wayne Shepherd to play the intro to their only feature film (so far) and that's why I refer to it in the intro.
Christoph © 1997-2002 Mastermind.
PowerPuff Girls and Related Indicia are copyright of Cartoon Network and Craig McCraken I simply think they have more potential then they are using now.
Some might remember this character from the episode "Super Zeroes", I've taken the idea and elaborated on it, please enjoy.
A slender armor-clad dark figure walked into a nearby warehouse, of which downtown always seemed to have an abundance of, and closed the door behind him, locking it.
About 20 some odd looking men and women and furries stood before him as he turned around, a single male figure in the back of the room, dressed in a large gallant robe.
"Did you get it?", one of the furries asked, edging forward to the figure.
"You did get it right, Cyber?", a women asked, emerging from he darkness.
"Please, everyone let Cybermorph forward." The figure in the back spoke finally, and the crowd parted as the figure walked through the path, holding a item in a death grip. He held a large red book with the same symbol the figure bore on his chest plate.
"He did get it!", a man screamed, being hushed and swatted at by the crowd.
"Present the Book of the Damned before me, oh noble and honorable Cybermorph, may HE bless you with all you see fit." the figure in robes spoke again, his robe bearing symbols as same as the book.
"It was a cakewalk." The figure spoke, obviously the aforementioned 'Cybermorph'."No trouble at all, they won't even realize it's gone until later this morning.
"Excellent, you have done well, now, let it begin!" the robed one announced, the group gathering in a form of a pentagram around him slowly.
"May the power of HIM return to this plan, may his will take shape and his powers flow free and full on our mortal plan, forever and ever, amen." The crowd chanted as Cybermorph walked from the crowd
"The ceremony will begin soon, please, stay and watch, Cybermorph." The robed elder said.
"Yeah, you have your ceremony; I'm getting my money when it's allll over." He said under his breath, walking into another room and shutting the door.
The feeling of remorse came over him, perhaps he shouldn't have done what he had done. Being a Mercenary was like that, sometimes you felt bad about what you did, and sometimes even worse.
He slipped his helmet off, and sat down on the shabby bed, taking a much deserved load off for a few minutes. Damn book won't even work, probably. He laughed softly, 'Damned' book. There was a part of him that couldn't stop nagging on him that he perhaps had just sold out the human race to a buncha' devil worshipers to further his own pocket book.
Blossom sat at her desk, typing her report on the recent alleyway murders, and paused, looking around for a moment she pulled out the fabric she had found at the recent scene and compared it to the piece she had found at the bank.
They matched.
"Shit." She sighed, putting the pieces into her pocket, she pulled out one of the larger desk drawers and pulled out a red purse and set it on the table. Rifling through it she pulled out a small address book and opened it up, flipping through the pages, she quickly found who she was looking for.
Picking up the phone, she closed her eyes and sighed. "It has been about 5 years.", she thought to herself, before dialing the number she had located.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
"A lady..." she hummed softly, waiting for a response.
It picked up!
It was the machine.
"Um, hi, Bubbles, it's me, Blossom, I hope this is the right number otherwise whoever you are you're gunna be very confused, but um, if that is you Bubbles, give me a call, my pager numbers is 800-23…"
The receiver picked up.
"Hi!" a perky voice on the other end yelled, causing Blossom to pull the phone from her ear slightly.
"Hi, how are you?" she said casually, lighting up a cigarette. "Really? I've been good, huh? No, we broke up. You? I see. Say the reason I'm calling is, I was just wondering if you wanta go get coffee of something, I've got some things I need to talk to you about. No, I really can't say over the phone."
She inhaled and blew a heart shaped smoke puff, and looked at her watch.
"Actually, no time like the present, I'm just getting off. Maybe, say CoffeBucks in about, oh, an hour? Great. See you there."
She hung up the phone and gather her stuff and finishing the last of her cigarette, one final gulp of stale coffee and she was out her office door, hitting the light on the way.
Christoph walked along the crumbling pathways of Hell, obviously not built for a mass transit system, he had to leap a few times to avoid falling into the pits.
Finding his way to a large structure in the middle of the flaming landscape, he walked through a pair of doors, that were guarded by two rather unhappy looking sentry gaurds, their wings fluttering to attention as he passed by.
A larger orc-ish creature stood in Chris' path as he walked up a set of stairs, "Business you have?"
"Business I do, and even better, I have grammar." Chris snarled, pushing him aside.
The creature roared and grabbed Christoph, attempting to cleave his head off with the large flaming axe he held in one hand. Christoph quickly wrestled free and landed, pulling and snapping his sword into place, he sliced the head off the axe and sent it hurling into the flame pits below.
"Let Him Pass." A voice boomed, a feminine voice at that. "He Has Business."
Christoph smiled and pushed the large creature out of his way, walking up the stairs.
Screams of torment and anguish filled his ears, growing louder as he grew closer. He holstered his sword and closed his jacket, pushing open the doors at the top; he walked through and looked around.
The interior of the castle he had just entered, was similar to that of an Arabic interior, carpets on the floor and hanging from the walls. The only apparent difference was the overabundance of red and the harem girls slaughtering people regular in front of the main throne, blood flowing like water down the tiled flooring.
"Enter, Christoph." A figure sitting on a throne spoke towards him, his face in shadow." Status Report."
"Well, I told her what you told me to. "Chris leaned on a nearby pillar.
"And?" the voice asked, getting rather impatient.
"She didn't like what she heard."
"Excellent." The figure moved forward, revealing HIS demonic like head. HIS image fashioned after centuries of looking at the human races idea of what he should be, the devil, Satan, Lucifer. HE took all these into account when first took solid form.
"Now that she knows the 'truth', she'll be even more inclined to completely switch her ethics!" HE said, leaping form his throne and landing next to Christoph.
"Ergo allowing you to take over the world, blah blah blah." Chris sighed, rolling his eyes " I've seen this same plot so many times it's—"
"Silence!" HE snarled, clutching Chris' throat in his claws." I would HATE to loose such an up and coming warrior due to DISMEMBERMENT!" HE threw him against a wall, leaving an indent of his body in it.
"Since you asked so nicely." Chris said, coughing and getting up, brushing his clothing off.
"I warn you CHRIS, You have many qualities that I could use, but DON'T push you LUCK!" HE snarled, his eyes glowing red as his voice altered between the usual high pitched to the seldom used deeper pitch.
"I'll be sure to watch my step. Besides, what would you do?" Chris smiled, walking towards HIM.," Send me to Hell? "
"There are far worse levels in this place then you would ever want to know about, Chris." HIM walked over and stared him straight in the eye. "PRAY you don't even find out about them."
Walking off, HIM left a fire trail behind him as he sat in his throne." Now, since you delivered the needed message to her, I need you to take care of a few other problems for me"
"Just a quick question, if you ARE the source of all evil, why do you need people like me?" Chris smiled.
"FOCUS!" HIM roared, knocking Chris down with a energy wave.
"Okay, Okay, what do you need?" Chris stood up, brushing his clothing off again.
"It seems that the other side has taken an interest in my girl, they are planning on sending hunters; ELIMINATE any and ALL that stand in your way."
"Gee, I thought it was gunna be hard, why not ask me to take down the pearly gates themselves, you know Hunters are more then a one person job." Chris walked towards the throne.
"If you prove yourself, you may inherit more power, and that's what you want, don't kid yourself, I know you better then you know YOURSELF" Him smiled.
"Can't we just like, have me destroy a village or something fun? I mean, boss, Hunters aren't anything to play with, I COULD die." Chris continued, a tad worried.
"No more DISCUSSION!" Him roared, the castle walls crumbling a bit under his anger. "I made you, and I CAN BREAK YOU." Him walked down towards Chris, who began to back up. "AND I WILL IF YOU DON'T DO this small task for me." HE smiled, putting his claws on Chris' shoulders,
"Uh.." Chris stammered.
"Remember, Chris." HE began to rub his shoulders, quoting an unnamed movie phrase. "You…Are My Number One…..Guy!"
HIM laughed loudly and vanished, appearing at the throne again. "Now be gone!"
Chris growled and walked off, trying to remember where that movie quote came from. He walked out the doors as they closed, HIM's laughter continue to echo in the main halls.
She came to, her vision blurred, he body hurting, with a moan.
"Dammit." She cursed, sliding up to a wall and helping herself to her feet. "What the hell is going on…crazy shit..."
She looked down at her side, the slice wasn't as big as before, but still her blood, or what she hoped was her blood, was seeping out, a green glowing ooze covering her outfit.
"Great, I'm bleeding snot." She grunted, limping towards the end of the alley, making it to the street.
"Ok..your a hideous spawn of hell. Now what?" she thought to herself. "No. I'm Buttercup."
She slumped against the brick wall, just short of street, out of sight from any passersby. "I need to get healed is what I need to do, but where can I find a hospital that takes stray Hell spawns.." she sighed."…at this time of night." She grunted, her sarcasm seemed to be more dominant, for what reason she did not know. Looking down, she noticed that her wound wasn't oozing anymore, removing her hands, she was surprised even more that her wound sealed up right before her eyes.
"Whoa." She stared, wide-eyed. "Not bad."
Standing up straight, she moved her cape about, covering more of her up from prying eyes.
"I gotta focus, I need to do what I came here for." She thought sitting and watching a few cars drive by. "Assuming that pincushion isn't just full of it. I came back for.."
She thought for a while, trying to remember her own memories, not the ones shown to her. She had visions of snarling beasts, as they ripped a poor girl in green to shreds.
"That's it. I came back to kick some ass. And By God that's what. I'll do.." she said finally, standing up straight and looking upward. She saw a taller structure nearby, with a tower on it. Perfect place to lay low as the sun came up, after all, it would be easier to move about when it's dark.
A 'condemned' sign hung from the doorways. "Even Better.", she smiled.
Focusing on it, she found herself flying through the air towards it, following the path of two chains that seemed to materialize from inside her cape, landing on the edge and lying low again, waiting to move making sure no one had seen here.
"Excellent. Not exactly a Bat cave, but hey, even new heroes start out small." She whispered to herself, dropping into the lower levels of the tower.
Looking around she saw overturned benches, along with an alter or sorts, more then likely an old church. Flinging a few aside, she made an area for her to call a bed, flinging a few curtains up to the exposed windows, she sealed herself in her new home.
Noticing a small glimmer in the corner of her eye, she moved broken chairs and planks out of the way and found a older television set, and pulled it out of the rubble. Pulling an old table from the ashes of an old fire, she placed the TV on it and plugged it in.
"No Power." She grunted, "Have to see about that, later."
She settled down, finding few more curtains and a suitable padding, she sat down, sighing deeply, and attempted to take off her cape, finding it more then well attached, she gave up and laid back, closing her eyes, she heard the quietness of silence fill hear ears as she slipped into a slumber.
TO BE CONTINUED AFTER FEEDBACK
(Chapter 3)
By
Mastermind (mind@eot.com)
Disclaimer:
Spawn and Related Indicia are copyright by Todd McFarlene and his army of Lawyers, I'm simply paying homage to him.
Batman Beyond and all related indicia are copyright of Time Warner and the WB, I simply like the way they got Kenny Wayne Shepherd to play the intro to their only feature film (so far) and that's why I refer to it in the intro.
Christoph © 1997-2002 Mastermind.
PowerPuff Girls and Related Indicia are copyright of Cartoon Network and Craig McCraken I simply think they have more potential then they are using now.
Some might remember this character from the episode "Super Zeroes", I've taken the idea and elaborated on it, please enjoy.
A slender armor-clad dark figure walked into a nearby warehouse, of which downtown always seemed to have an abundance of, and closed the door behind him, locking it.
About 20 some odd looking men and women and furries stood before him as he turned around, a single male figure in the back of the room, dressed in a large gallant robe.
"Did you get it?", one of the furries asked, edging forward to the figure.
"You did get it right, Cyber?", a women asked, emerging from he darkness.
"Please, everyone let Cybermorph forward." The figure in the back spoke finally, and the crowd parted as the figure walked through the path, holding a item in a death grip. He held a large red book with the same symbol the figure bore on his chest plate.
"He did get it!", a man screamed, being hushed and swatted at by the crowd.
"Present the Book of the Damned before me, oh noble and honorable Cybermorph, may HE bless you with all you see fit." the figure in robes spoke again, his robe bearing symbols as same as the book.
"It was a cakewalk." The figure spoke, obviously the aforementioned 'Cybermorph'."No trouble at all, they won't even realize it's gone until later this morning.
"Excellent, you have done well, now, let it begin!" the robed one announced, the group gathering in a form of a pentagram around him slowly.
"May the power of HIM return to this plan, may his will take shape and his powers flow free and full on our mortal plan, forever and ever, amen." The crowd chanted as Cybermorph walked from the crowd
"The ceremony will begin soon, please, stay and watch, Cybermorph." The robed elder said.
"Yeah, you have your ceremony; I'm getting my money when it's allll over." He said under his breath, walking into another room and shutting the door.
The feeling of remorse came over him, perhaps he shouldn't have done what he had done. Being a Mercenary was like that, sometimes you felt bad about what you did, and sometimes even worse.
He slipped his helmet off, and sat down on the shabby bed, taking a much deserved load off for a few minutes. Damn book won't even work, probably. He laughed softly, 'Damned' book. There was a part of him that couldn't stop nagging on him that he perhaps had just sold out the human race to a buncha' devil worshipers to further his own pocket book.
Blossom sat at her desk, typing her report on the recent alleyway murders, and paused, looking around for a moment she pulled out the fabric she had found at the recent scene and compared it to the piece she had found at the bank.
They matched.
"Shit." She sighed, putting the pieces into her pocket, she pulled out one of the larger desk drawers and pulled out a red purse and set it on the table. Rifling through it she pulled out a small address book and opened it up, flipping through the pages, she quickly found who she was looking for.
Picking up the phone, she closed her eyes and sighed. "It has been about 5 years.", she thought to herself, before dialing the number she had located.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
"A lady..." she hummed softly, waiting for a response.
It picked up!
It was the machine.
"Um, hi, Bubbles, it's me, Blossom, I hope this is the right number otherwise whoever you are you're gunna be very confused, but um, if that is you Bubbles, give me a call, my pager numbers is 800-23…"
The receiver picked up.
"Hi!" a perky voice on the other end yelled, causing Blossom to pull the phone from her ear slightly.
"Hi, how are you?" she said casually, lighting up a cigarette. "Really? I've been good, huh? No, we broke up. You? I see. Say the reason I'm calling is, I was just wondering if you wanta go get coffee of something, I've got some things I need to talk to you about. No, I really can't say over the phone."
She inhaled and blew a heart shaped smoke puff, and looked at her watch.
"Actually, no time like the present, I'm just getting off. Maybe, say CoffeBucks in about, oh, an hour? Great. See you there."
She hung up the phone and gather her stuff and finishing the last of her cigarette, one final gulp of stale coffee and she was out her office door, hitting the light on the way.
Christoph walked along the crumbling pathways of Hell, obviously not built for a mass transit system, he had to leap a few times to avoid falling into the pits.
Finding his way to a large structure in the middle of the flaming landscape, he walked through a pair of doors, that were guarded by two rather unhappy looking sentry gaurds, their wings fluttering to attention as he passed by.
A larger orc-ish creature stood in Chris' path as he walked up a set of stairs, "Business you have?"
"Business I do, and even better, I have grammar." Chris snarled, pushing him aside.
The creature roared and grabbed Christoph, attempting to cleave his head off with the large flaming axe he held in one hand. Christoph quickly wrestled free and landed, pulling and snapping his sword into place, he sliced the head off the axe and sent it hurling into the flame pits below.
"Let Him Pass." A voice boomed, a feminine voice at that. "He Has Business."
Christoph smiled and pushed the large creature out of his way, walking up the stairs.
Screams of torment and anguish filled his ears, growing louder as he grew closer. He holstered his sword and closed his jacket, pushing open the doors at the top; he walked through and looked around.
The interior of the castle he had just entered, was similar to that of an Arabic interior, carpets on the floor and hanging from the walls. The only apparent difference was the overabundance of red and the harem girls slaughtering people regular in front of the main throne, blood flowing like water down the tiled flooring.
"Enter, Christoph." A figure sitting on a throne spoke towards him, his face in shadow." Status Report."
"Well, I told her what you told me to. "Chris leaned on a nearby pillar.
"And?" the voice asked, getting rather impatient.
"She didn't like what she heard."
"Excellent." The figure moved forward, revealing HIS demonic like head. HIS image fashioned after centuries of looking at the human races idea of what he should be, the devil, Satan, Lucifer. HE took all these into account when first took solid form.
"Now that she knows the 'truth', she'll be even more inclined to completely switch her ethics!" HE said, leaping form his throne and landing next to Christoph.
"Ergo allowing you to take over the world, blah blah blah." Chris sighed, rolling his eyes " I've seen this same plot so many times it's—"
"Silence!" HE snarled, clutching Chris' throat in his claws." I would HATE to loose such an up and coming warrior due to DISMEMBERMENT!" HE threw him against a wall, leaving an indent of his body in it.
"Since you asked so nicely." Chris said, coughing and getting up, brushing his clothing off.
"I warn you CHRIS, You have many qualities that I could use, but DON'T push you LUCK!" HE snarled, his eyes glowing red as his voice altered between the usual high pitched to the seldom used deeper pitch.
"I'll be sure to watch my step. Besides, what would you do?" Chris smiled, walking towards HIM.," Send me to Hell? "
"There are far worse levels in this place then you would ever want to know about, Chris." HIM walked over and stared him straight in the eye. "PRAY you don't even find out about them."
Walking off, HIM left a fire trail behind him as he sat in his throne." Now, since you delivered the needed message to her, I need you to take care of a few other problems for me"
"Just a quick question, if you ARE the source of all evil, why do you need people like me?" Chris smiled.
"FOCUS!" HIM roared, knocking Chris down with a energy wave.
"Okay, Okay, what do you need?" Chris stood up, brushing his clothing off again.
"It seems that the other side has taken an interest in my girl, they are planning on sending hunters; ELIMINATE any and ALL that stand in your way."
"Gee, I thought it was gunna be hard, why not ask me to take down the pearly gates themselves, you know Hunters are more then a one person job." Chris walked towards the throne.
"If you prove yourself, you may inherit more power, and that's what you want, don't kid yourself, I know you better then you know YOURSELF" Him smiled.
"Can't we just like, have me destroy a village or something fun? I mean, boss, Hunters aren't anything to play with, I COULD die." Chris continued, a tad worried.
"No more DISCUSSION!" Him roared, the castle walls crumbling a bit under his anger. "I made you, and I CAN BREAK YOU." Him walked down towards Chris, who began to back up. "AND I WILL IF YOU DON'T DO this small task for me." HE smiled, putting his claws on Chris' shoulders,
"Uh.." Chris stammered.
"Remember, Chris." HE began to rub his shoulders, quoting an unnamed movie phrase. "You…Are My Number One…..Guy!"
HIM laughed loudly and vanished, appearing at the throne again. "Now be gone!"
Chris growled and walked off, trying to remember where that movie quote came from. He walked out the doors as they closed, HIM's laughter continue to echo in the main halls.
She came to, her vision blurred, he body hurting, with a moan.
"Dammit." She cursed, sliding up to a wall and helping herself to her feet. "What the hell is going on…crazy shit..."
She looked down at her side, the slice wasn't as big as before, but still her blood, or what she hoped was her blood, was seeping out, a green glowing ooze covering her outfit.
"Great, I'm bleeding snot." She grunted, limping towards the end of the alley, making it to the street.
"Ok..your a hideous spawn of hell. Now what?" she thought to herself. "No. I'm Buttercup."
She slumped against the brick wall, just short of street, out of sight from any passersby. "I need to get healed is what I need to do, but where can I find a hospital that takes stray Hell spawns.." she sighed."…at this time of night." She grunted, her sarcasm seemed to be more dominant, for what reason she did not know. Looking down, she noticed that her wound wasn't oozing anymore, removing her hands, she was surprised even more that her wound sealed up right before her eyes.
"Whoa." She stared, wide-eyed. "Not bad."
Standing up straight, she moved her cape about, covering more of her up from prying eyes.
"I gotta focus, I need to do what I came here for." She thought sitting and watching a few cars drive by. "Assuming that pincushion isn't just full of it. I came back for.."
She thought for a while, trying to remember her own memories, not the ones shown to her. She had visions of snarling beasts, as they ripped a poor girl in green to shreds.
"That's it. I came back to kick some ass. And By God that's what. I'll do.." she said finally, standing up straight and looking upward. She saw a taller structure nearby, with a tower on it. Perfect place to lay low as the sun came up, after all, it would be easier to move about when it's dark.
A 'condemned' sign hung from the doorways. "Even Better.", she smiled.
Focusing on it, she found herself flying through the air towards it, following the path of two chains that seemed to materialize from inside her cape, landing on the edge and lying low again, waiting to move making sure no one had seen here.
"Excellent. Not exactly a Bat cave, but hey, even new heroes start out small." She whispered to herself, dropping into the lower levels of the tower.
Looking around she saw overturned benches, along with an alter or sorts, more then likely an old church. Flinging a few aside, she made an area for her to call a bed, flinging a few curtains up to the exposed windows, she sealed herself in her new home.
Noticing a small glimmer in the corner of her eye, she moved broken chairs and planks out of the way and found a older television set, and pulled it out of the rubble. Pulling an old table from the ashes of an old fire, she placed the TV on it and plugged it in.
"No Power." She grunted, "Have to see about that, later."
She settled down, finding few more curtains and a suitable padding, she sat down, sighing deeply, and attempted to take off her cape, finding it more then well attached, she gave up and laid back, closing her eyes, she heard the quietness of silence fill hear ears as she slipped into a slumber.
TO BE CONTINUED AFTER FEEDBACK