Ghosts of Czarnia
Story and Cover by evolution-500
Disclaimer: Lobo is a character belonging to DC Comics.
WARNING: This story contains violence, course language, dark, mature and disturbing themes and imagery. Reader discretion is advised.
"Sorry, Not Sorry" (For Lobo Fans)
Lobo sat alone at the bar, chugging down his umpteenth glass of beer before letting out a satisfied belch, wiping the foam from his stubbled chin with the back of his hand.
"So," a voice said behind him, "we meet at last."
Turning around on his stool, Lobo glanced over at the man standing akimbo style, looking him up and down.
The guy was 5'11 and 227 pounds of lean muscle, his form concealed in a sleeveless dark grey one-piece flight suit with gold trimmings, his black hair done in a pompadour. A Czarnian with a pair of blue neon tattoos cut into the inner corners of his scaly eyes, he also had a pair of similar markings on the corner of his jaw with blue gems embedded into his exposed shoulders.
Lobo stared at him long and hard, then smirked.
"Nice tats," he mocked. "Ya look like a fraggin' Christmas tree."
The man tightened his fists, nictitating lens flaring angrily across his eyes.
"And what the fuck is up with the gems in your arms?" Lobo pointed. "Is this one of those "vajazzle" thingamajigs that I keep hearing about?"
Snarling, the man crossed his arms.
"You really do have a death wish, don't you?" he retorted. "The name's Lobo, and I'm here to take back is rightfully mine."
Lobo stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Once he recovered from his hysterics, the Main Man wiped his eyes. "Ah frag, I think I peed myself!"
"Lobo" smirked.
"You really thought you could get away with it, huh, punk?" He said slowly. "Well, let me tell ya, buddy - nobody, and I mean NOBODY, uses my name and rep! So, you better start prayin'. Sorry, not sorry."
Lobo reared his head back, his eyes scrunched up.
"Huh? What was that last part?" he asked.
The man frowned. "I said nobody-"
"No, the last bit at the end," Lobo interrupted.
The other Czarnian blinked. "Sorry, not sorry?"
Lobo stared at him, then nodded. "Yeah, I thought I heard you say that. That is really fuckin' annoying."
"Lobo" took out a scythe.
"I could care less what you think, guy," he said, whirling the scythe around, "because-"
POW! Lobo coldcocked the blabbering Czarnian, knocking him to the ground. Taking out a cigar from his cut-off jacket, Lobo approached the fallen figure, flicking his talons together to produce a small flame as he took a long drag before slamming his boot down onto the man's head.
STOMP!
"Oh, I'm sorry, Clyde!" he apologized with a grin on his face. "I saw a bug!"
STOMP!
"Oh my, another bug! Sorry!"
STOMP!
"Sorry!"
STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
"Not sorry!"
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!
"Sorry!"
STOMP STOMP STOMP!
"Not sorry!"
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!
"A little sorry!"
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!
"Kinda sorry!"
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!
"Sorry sorry!"
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP SQUELCH!
As bone and brain gave way underneath his heel, Lobo drew his boot back and looked down in satisfaction at his work, the bloody remains of the Czarnian's face staining the floor.
Wiping the soles of his boot on the man's chest, Lobo exhaled a thick cloud of smoke as he glanced witheringly down at the corpse.
"Nah, fuck it. Not sorry at all."
Pulling the cigar out from his mouth, the Main Man tossed it onto the Czarnian's body, watching as it caught fire before turning away, walking out from the bar as he left a blazing inferno behind.
Author's Note: Thought that I would write this up for fellow Lobo fans who felt cheated out of being given a proper battle and outcome for 90s Lobo. Hope you liked this!