Part Six - I Wanna Hold Your Hand
By
Shane Luttrell
Mary sullenly looked out the window of her uncle's limosine. She felt as if she had just left behind all the happiness she would ever know. Now, as the finality of her situation began to sink in, she couldn't help feeling that something wasn't right. Uncle Drake seemed pleasant enough, but there was something...a strange dread that she felt, yet couldn't explain.
"You sure travel in style, Uncle Drake!", she said, trying her best to forget her fears and accept her fate. "A limo with your own personal driver...I suppose I could get used to this!"
"Yes.", he replied.
"Drake is accustomed to only the best."
Her heart caught in her throat. That sentence that her uncle had just spoken...it reminded her of someone else. Only one person she knew spoke of himself in the third-person as he had just done. Was she overreacting, or...?
She forced a smile to her face.
"Uncle Drake, I just know I'll love living with you!", she lied.
She reached over and grasped his hands as tightly as she could.
"Yes...I'm sure you shall." he replied, quickly pulling his hands loose from her tight grip.
Marilyn smiled sweetly and laid her hands in her lap. But as soon as Drake looked away, she snuck a glimpse at her hands.
Skin-tone Greasepaint. She then looked over at Drake's hands. Where she had held them, the true tone of his skin shown through. A sickly grey, the color hands would be if they never saw the sun...
Just then, Drake turned and looked at her. A mad fire shown in his eyes.
"DOOM!" she cried, reaching for the door handle.
It wouldn't open. Her next move was to try to attack the disguised villain. She lunged across the limo at him...only to slam into a quick-forming force-field.
"So, 'Dear Niece'!" Drake laughed,
"You have finally seen through my deception! A pity for you that it's TOO LATE!"
"But HOW?!?," she asked.
"We ran you through our DNA Verifier!"
He laughed.
"Do you think your stepfather's childish toys can baffle me, brat? A simple Molecular Scrambler was all I needed to decieve your guardian's precious machine!"
Mary pounded uselessly at the forcefield as the knock-out gas seeped in and enveloped her. Her head began swimming...she felt as if she were sinking face-up in a whirlpool of green liquid. And at the top of the whirlpool, laughing at her, was the face of Drake Whitshire, alias Doctor Doom.
Some time later, Mary woke up in a large, stone-walled chamber. She tried to move, but quickly realized she was shackled to the wall. Then she tried to use her cosmic ray-induced stretching power. She found that she couldn't. Obviously,she was in a room with a power stabilizer, which inhibited her powers. She glanced at a clock on the wall. Only an hour had passed since she had passed out. She realized she must be in Latveria's New York Embassy, since not enough time had passed for her to have been taken to Doom's Latverian Castle. Doctor Doom, now free of his disguise, was pacing the floor in front of her. When he saw her looking at him, he spoke.
"Ahh...so you are awake, my most hated enemy! Good...NOW I can KILL you!"
"In your dreams, pizza face!", Mary replied.
"My father...my TRUE father, Reed Richards, will save me! And when he and my friends find out about this, they will make you even uglier than you already ARE!"
With a cry of rage, Doom practically flew across the room at her. He lifted his arms above his head, as if he was going to kill her with his bare hands. Mary flinched, and readied herself for the blow. But suddenly, the villain caught himself. He gave an evil little laugh.
"NO!" he said.
"It will not be that EASY!"
He walked over to the wall and pulled a lever. Suddenly, a torrent of water began to flow from holes all around the walls.
"You will drown like the rodent you are." Doom said haughtily.
"And know this! Your father...your 'TRUE father', Reed Richards,...he will be NEXT!"
With that, he strode from the room, shutting the watertight door behind him. Marilyn looked down at the water. It was already a three inches deep.
"Did I mention you're a COMPLETE LOSER?!", she screamed after Doom.
The water rose rapidly.
By
Shane Luttrell
Mary sullenly looked out the window of her uncle's limosine. She felt as if she had just left behind all the happiness she would ever know. Now, as the finality of her situation began to sink in, she couldn't help feeling that something wasn't right. Uncle Drake seemed pleasant enough, but there was something...a strange dread that she felt, yet couldn't explain.
"You sure travel in style, Uncle Drake!", she said, trying her best to forget her fears and accept her fate. "A limo with your own personal driver...I suppose I could get used to this!"
"Yes.", he replied.
"Drake is accustomed to only the best."
Her heart caught in her throat. That sentence that her uncle had just spoken...it reminded her of someone else. Only one person she knew spoke of himself in the third-person as he had just done. Was she overreacting, or...?
She forced a smile to her face.
"Uncle Drake, I just know I'll love living with you!", she lied.
She reached over and grasped his hands as tightly as she could.
"Yes...I'm sure you shall." he replied, quickly pulling his hands loose from her tight grip.
Marilyn smiled sweetly and laid her hands in her lap. But as soon as Drake looked away, she snuck a glimpse at her hands.
Skin-tone Greasepaint. She then looked over at Drake's hands. Where she had held them, the true tone of his skin shown through. A sickly grey, the color hands would be if they never saw the sun...
Just then, Drake turned and looked at her. A mad fire shown in his eyes.
"DOOM!" she cried, reaching for the door handle.
It wouldn't open. Her next move was to try to attack the disguised villain. She lunged across the limo at him...only to slam into a quick-forming force-field.
"So, 'Dear Niece'!" Drake laughed,
"You have finally seen through my deception! A pity for you that it's TOO LATE!"
"But HOW?!?," she asked.
"We ran you through our DNA Verifier!"
He laughed.
"Do you think your stepfather's childish toys can baffle me, brat? A simple Molecular Scrambler was all I needed to decieve your guardian's precious machine!"
Mary pounded uselessly at the forcefield as the knock-out gas seeped in and enveloped her. Her head began swimming...she felt as if she were sinking face-up in a whirlpool of green liquid. And at the top of the whirlpool, laughing at her, was the face of Drake Whitshire, alias Doctor Doom.
Some time later, Mary woke up in a large, stone-walled chamber. She tried to move, but quickly realized she was shackled to the wall. Then she tried to use her cosmic ray-induced stretching power. She found that she couldn't. Obviously,she was in a room with a power stabilizer, which inhibited her powers. She glanced at a clock on the wall. Only an hour had passed since she had passed out. She realized she must be in Latveria's New York Embassy, since not enough time had passed for her to have been taken to Doom's Latverian Castle. Doctor Doom, now free of his disguise, was pacing the floor in front of her. When he saw her looking at him, he spoke.
"Ahh...so you are awake, my most hated enemy! Good...NOW I can KILL you!"
"In your dreams, pizza face!", Mary replied.
"My father...my TRUE father, Reed Richards, will save me! And when he and my friends find out about this, they will make you even uglier than you already ARE!"
With a cry of rage, Doom practically flew across the room at her. He lifted his arms above his head, as if he was going to kill her with his bare hands. Mary flinched, and readied herself for the blow. But suddenly, the villain caught himself. He gave an evil little laugh.
"NO!" he said.
"It will not be that EASY!"
He walked over to the wall and pulled a lever. Suddenly, a torrent of water began to flow from holes all around the walls.
"You will drown like the rodent you are." Doom said haughtily.
"And know this! Your father...your 'TRUE father', Reed Richards,...he will be NEXT!"
With that, he strode from the room, shutting the watertight door behind him. Marilyn looked down at the water. It was already a three inches deep.
"Did I mention you're a COMPLETE LOSER?!", she screamed after Doom.
The water rose rapidly.