(Turns around and reveals a 'Kick-Me' sign on her back.)
Okay. Anyone who's mad at me for taking so long with this, can give me the swift kick in the pants that I deserve. I just lost interested in this so I left it behind. But thanks to the randomness of my brain, I have restarted it and I intend to see it through. Thank you all who have reviewed me and supported me.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Next Chapter
Part 4.
"If forced to, we must fight, for what we believe in."
Darien Shields. Sailor Moon.
OUTSIDE B.P.R.D HQ
SEPTEMBER 30, 2055
Katherine Spocks, Mason Montgomery, Adrian Monk, and Son Pan exited the B.P.R.D Headquarters. As they left the grounds via the iron gate, Kat thought about her new partners totally. A former science teacher, some guy she never met before, and a kid who was clearly a novice. It certainly wasn't anything like her old team of Exterminator's back in the day. And also, they had three more people to recruit. Could she count on them, too? But in her old age, she wasn't in a position to question her allies capabilities without seeing them in action first.
"So, does anyone have a car or something so we don't have to walk all the time?" Adrian whined. Mason was quick to respond.
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Monk, I have just the thing we need." he said surely. he reached into his coat pocket and pulled a small remote control device. He pressed the single blue button. After a moment, a rumbling came from the sky.
Descending slowly from the heavens came an air-ship, the likes of which none of them had ever seen before. It was large, about as big as one of the New Twin Towers if it stood on it's side. It was the color of newly crafted steel. It's aerodynamically correct design made it perfect for travel at high speeds. The triple purpultion engines were a work of science as well as art. Think the Nautilus made into a space ship, without the Hindu statue's. It took about three minuets, but eventually every one got their breath back.
"Ho-lee..." Pan gasped.
"Good God." Adrian said.
"It's nice to know that even at my age, things can still surprise me." Kat quirked. Mason smiled proudly at their amazement of his creation.
"Everyone, this is the Centari 4. Well, shall we be on our way then?" he said as a panel in the steel wall opened. They all boarded.
CRYSTAL LAKE, NJ
CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE
SEPTEMBER 31, 2055.
The old place was a total mess. That was really no surprise considering that this camp had been abandoned since the early 1990's. What was surprising was the fact that some of the vehicles that had been left here were mostly recent models, and in near perfect condition too. When I say near perfect, I mean aside from the fact that some had doors torn off, windows shattered, and disturbing stains found on the seats. The League was feeling very alert in this place.
"Are you sure this is the right place, Mason?" said Adrian, as he cautiously stepped through the overgrown grass, paranoid of getting and ticks or chiggers on him.
"Quiet sure. The information that Mr. Lucien supplied us with said that our next recruit was here." He said. All the while, none of them were aware that they were being watched from the woods. A figure, about 6 feet tall, carrying an axe, watching them with decaying brown-yellow eyes. It stood perfectly still, studying them with much attention.
"Maybe he got the wrong place. This can't be where our next member is." Pan said.
"Why's that, kid?" Kat asked. Kat knew perfectly well what Pan was gonna say, she just wanted to hear it, anyway.
"Have you ever heard of Jason Voorhees?" some nodded, some shock their heads. Pan explained.
"Jason Voorhees was a murderer, from back in the late 20th century. From what I heard, he drowned as a little kid back in 1954. Then the killings began to happen at this camp. In 1980, they tried re-opening this place, but then all the hired help was skilled off. Only a girl survived, and she killed the one who was responsible, Mrs. Voorhees. Turns out that Jason's mom went off the deep end when she heard her son had drown, so she killed anyone who set foot on this ground. But even though she died, the killing didn't die with her. Jason came back. From then until 2008, he killed over 200 people, and then he just disappeared without a trace. But even though he wasn't seen again, some say some one else took his place."
"Some one else, eh? I've heard it said. But there were never any details as to whom was doing it. Anyone who saw 'em, that was the last thing they ever saw." Kat said.
The figure smiled. It was very proud of its deeds, all done in the name of the zombie god, Jason. It left it's spot, going further into the woods.
Back with the League, they were traipsing around the camp, looking for any signs of life, or something like it, in this place of legendary death. Kat had been here before. She had been to a lot of places before. But she remembered this place with near-fondness. As she neared what used to be the mess hall, she got the distinct feeling she was being watched. After 60 years of hunting renegade monsters, she knew better than to ignore that feeling. Ever so carefully, her right hand reached for her Winchester riffle, Rafael, hidden beneath her heavy leather jacket. Her eyes darted back and forth, left and right, and straight ahead.
A twig snapped behind her.
With reflexes unheard of in her age-group, she pulled out Rafael and fired two shots into her target. It went flying backwards into a tree, all the while cursing like a sailor with a thick Bronx accent.
"What the fuck wuz 'at for, you bitch!!!" the figure snapped. Turns out it was a young woman, no older than seventeen or eighteen. She wore an old pair of overalls, a hooded sweat shirt, a denim hat, and work boots. Her axe lay by her feet where she'd dropped it.
"Well, I was under the impression you were intending to kill me with that axe of yours." Kat said. The girl looked down at her axe then back to Kat.
"Oh ya. Guess you wuz right." She smiled. She lunged for her axe and swung at Kat. Kat used her gun as a shield as the deranged girl took swing after swing at the retired Exterminator. Kat knocked her in the face with the butt of the gun, knocking her down.
In doing that, Kat had knocked the girls hat off, revealing a massive gash in her head, just above her right ear. Her exposed brain still had some maggots festering in it. If the greenish dead skin wasn't enough of a give-away, it was very apparent that this girl had been dead for years. Kat just backed up and laughed slightly.
"I thought I smelled road kill." The zombie girl took that kinda hard.
"Fuck you." To the zombie girls surprise, Kat held her hand out to her, instead of shooting her brains out. As she stood up, and got a good look at Kat's face, she was hit with a bad case of deja vu.
"Hey, aint I seen you somewherez before?" Kat smiled.
"June 13th, 2000. Some thirteen year old kid came hear to kill you and Jason, but released you on account she thought your vengeance was justified." The zombie eyes widened with recognition.
"Holy shit! Name' the Exterminator! Where the hell have ya been, man?"
"Oh, doing my job, getting old, and pissing off my bosses in the Syndicate." The two women laughed. You'd never guess a moment ago they were about to kill eachother. Before another word was said, the rest of the League came charging to the, albeit delayed, rescue. Pan was about to shot the zombies head of with an energy blast, but Kat knocked her back with a blast of psi-energy. Pan sat up and rubbed tha back of her head.
"Ow. Kat, what was that for?" the quarter Saiyan whinned.
"You were about to obliterate our next recruit." Everyone fell sielent, slack jawwed, and stiff. Kat sighed with frustration.
"Guys. Meet Daneille Tyson." the zombie gave the stunned hero's a peace sign.
"Call me Danny."
How was that after a long haitis, or however you spell it. In case you don't know, Danny and Mason are two of my OC's. Another's comming up in the next chapter. It's gonna take me another billion years to write, but we are all patient people here, right?
Owari
Okay. Anyone who's mad at me for taking so long with this, can give me the swift kick in the pants that I deserve. I just lost interested in this so I left it behind. But thanks to the randomness of my brain, I have restarted it and I intend to see it through. Thank you all who have reviewed me and supported me.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Next Chapter
Part 4.
"If forced to, we must fight, for what we believe in."
Darien Shields. Sailor Moon.
OUTSIDE B.P.R.D HQ
SEPTEMBER 30, 2055
Katherine Spocks, Mason Montgomery, Adrian Monk, and Son Pan exited the B.P.R.D Headquarters. As they left the grounds via the iron gate, Kat thought about her new partners totally. A former science teacher, some guy she never met before, and a kid who was clearly a novice. It certainly wasn't anything like her old team of Exterminator's back in the day. And also, they had three more people to recruit. Could she count on them, too? But in her old age, she wasn't in a position to question her allies capabilities without seeing them in action first.
"So, does anyone have a car or something so we don't have to walk all the time?" Adrian whined. Mason was quick to respond.
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Monk, I have just the thing we need." he said surely. he reached into his coat pocket and pulled a small remote control device. He pressed the single blue button. After a moment, a rumbling came from the sky.
Descending slowly from the heavens came an air-ship, the likes of which none of them had ever seen before. It was large, about as big as one of the New Twin Towers if it stood on it's side. It was the color of newly crafted steel. It's aerodynamically correct design made it perfect for travel at high speeds. The triple purpultion engines were a work of science as well as art. Think the Nautilus made into a space ship, without the Hindu statue's. It took about three minuets, but eventually every one got their breath back.
"Ho-lee..." Pan gasped.
"Good God." Adrian said.
"It's nice to know that even at my age, things can still surprise me." Kat quirked. Mason smiled proudly at their amazement of his creation.
"Everyone, this is the Centari 4. Well, shall we be on our way then?" he said as a panel in the steel wall opened. They all boarded.
CRYSTAL LAKE, NJ
CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE
SEPTEMBER 31, 2055.
The old place was a total mess. That was really no surprise considering that this camp had been abandoned since the early 1990's. What was surprising was the fact that some of the vehicles that had been left here were mostly recent models, and in near perfect condition too. When I say near perfect, I mean aside from the fact that some had doors torn off, windows shattered, and disturbing stains found on the seats. The League was feeling very alert in this place.
"Are you sure this is the right place, Mason?" said Adrian, as he cautiously stepped through the overgrown grass, paranoid of getting and ticks or chiggers on him.
"Quiet sure. The information that Mr. Lucien supplied us with said that our next recruit was here." He said. All the while, none of them were aware that they were being watched from the woods. A figure, about 6 feet tall, carrying an axe, watching them with decaying brown-yellow eyes. It stood perfectly still, studying them with much attention.
"Maybe he got the wrong place. This can't be where our next member is." Pan said.
"Why's that, kid?" Kat asked. Kat knew perfectly well what Pan was gonna say, she just wanted to hear it, anyway.
"Have you ever heard of Jason Voorhees?" some nodded, some shock their heads. Pan explained.
"Jason Voorhees was a murderer, from back in the late 20th century. From what I heard, he drowned as a little kid back in 1954. Then the killings began to happen at this camp. In 1980, they tried re-opening this place, but then all the hired help was skilled off. Only a girl survived, and she killed the one who was responsible, Mrs. Voorhees. Turns out that Jason's mom went off the deep end when she heard her son had drown, so she killed anyone who set foot on this ground. But even though she died, the killing didn't die with her. Jason came back. From then until 2008, he killed over 200 people, and then he just disappeared without a trace. But even though he wasn't seen again, some say some one else took his place."
"Some one else, eh? I've heard it said. But there were never any details as to whom was doing it. Anyone who saw 'em, that was the last thing they ever saw." Kat said.
The figure smiled. It was very proud of its deeds, all done in the name of the zombie god, Jason. It left it's spot, going further into the woods.
Back with the League, they were traipsing around the camp, looking for any signs of life, or something like it, in this place of legendary death. Kat had been here before. She had been to a lot of places before. But she remembered this place with near-fondness. As she neared what used to be the mess hall, she got the distinct feeling she was being watched. After 60 years of hunting renegade monsters, she knew better than to ignore that feeling. Ever so carefully, her right hand reached for her Winchester riffle, Rafael, hidden beneath her heavy leather jacket. Her eyes darted back and forth, left and right, and straight ahead.
A twig snapped behind her.
With reflexes unheard of in her age-group, she pulled out Rafael and fired two shots into her target. It went flying backwards into a tree, all the while cursing like a sailor with a thick Bronx accent.
"What the fuck wuz 'at for, you bitch!!!" the figure snapped. Turns out it was a young woman, no older than seventeen or eighteen. She wore an old pair of overalls, a hooded sweat shirt, a denim hat, and work boots. Her axe lay by her feet where she'd dropped it.
"Well, I was under the impression you were intending to kill me with that axe of yours." Kat said. The girl looked down at her axe then back to Kat.
"Oh ya. Guess you wuz right." She smiled. She lunged for her axe and swung at Kat. Kat used her gun as a shield as the deranged girl took swing after swing at the retired Exterminator. Kat knocked her in the face with the butt of the gun, knocking her down.
In doing that, Kat had knocked the girls hat off, revealing a massive gash in her head, just above her right ear. Her exposed brain still had some maggots festering in it. If the greenish dead skin wasn't enough of a give-away, it was very apparent that this girl had been dead for years. Kat just backed up and laughed slightly.
"I thought I smelled road kill." The zombie girl took that kinda hard.
"Fuck you." To the zombie girls surprise, Kat held her hand out to her, instead of shooting her brains out. As she stood up, and got a good look at Kat's face, she was hit with a bad case of deja vu.
"Hey, aint I seen you somewherez before?" Kat smiled.
"June 13th, 2000. Some thirteen year old kid came hear to kill you and Jason, but released you on account she thought your vengeance was justified." The zombie eyes widened with recognition.
"Holy shit! Name' the Exterminator! Where the hell have ya been, man?"
"Oh, doing my job, getting old, and pissing off my bosses in the Syndicate." The two women laughed. You'd never guess a moment ago they were about to kill eachother. Before another word was said, the rest of the League came charging to the, albeit delayed, rescue. Pan was about to shot the zombies head of with an energy blast, but Kat knocked her back with a blast of psi-energy. Pan sat up and rubbed tha back of her head.
"Ow. Kat, what was that for?" the quarter Saiyan whinned.
"You were about to obliterate our next recruit." Everyone fell sielent, slack jawwed, and stiff. Kat sighed with frustration.
"Guys. Meet Daneille Tyson." the zombie gave the stunned hero's a peace sign.
"Call me Danny."
How was that after a long haitis, or however you spell it. In case you don't know, Danny and Mason are two of my OC's. Another's comming up in the next chapter. It's gonna take me another billion years to write, but we are all patient people here, right?
Owari