The party raged on. I guess it’s ironic, but the more the people around you drink and the later it gets, its not always that entertaining when you can’t get drunk, no matter how much you drink. So, I’d kind of given up trying when we left the Utopia club. I’d tried to give it …
Category: Mutants & Masterminds
A Father’s Introduction
She walks into the large rec area outside the kitchen and dining area, but pauses, seeing that it was occupied. She watches for a moment, but only one person plays the video game, and she sighs deeply. “Livy,” she says, loudly over the explosions of the game. “Sec, Mum, I almost got it.” Amelia walks …
Non-Standard Notification
The fifth floor of the newly built apartment complex was not high enough to drown out the sirens of the passing ambulance, likely on its way to the slightly older emergency clinic down the street. The curtains of the balcony drifted lightly on the breeze, the coolness of the evening wafting occasionally towards the bed. …
Spiral of Regret
I’d left the conversation. I couldn’t leave the aircraft, but I'd left the conversation, turning my attention towards the take-off and initial flight maneuvering. The limited AI James, although I wasn’t entirely sure what Titan meant by that and why he was different than Apex, could have handled all of the flight controls, including the …
Revelations: Ruminations and Regrets
I stand in the courtyard, listening to Whitley in her La Amante persona…..make pronouncements She’d always been high strung, and this persona incorporated parts of her commanding presence as a doctor, but there was something different, something crueler maybe. I’d tried to talk to her earlier in the morning, to, well, if I am …
Revelations: Part I
The flames' height had dropped as they consumed the most flammable of materials in the estate house. If anything, though, the fire grew in heat intensity, especially around the stone stairs to the bolt hole or safe room. I hadn't been able to enter, and Brujeria had been to wounded and in too much pain …
Open Wounds
I sit at the back of the little plaza, watching the celebration unfold. They ignore us, for the most part, not overtly hostile, but not.....welcoming either. We are the family of their new high priestess to be, whatever they officially called the position, regardless of the magic, or maybe because of the magic, a tribe …
Evolution
“Ok, then, Lukas, you stay here by the door, help the hostages, and if anyone gets hurt, then you zap 'em. Right, ok? On the count of three.” All that ran through my mind was that I hate violence, this was stupid, we were going to die, damn Barbe is bossy, this is stupid...I should …
Waiting
“I 'ate this fuckin' room.” Five minutes later, “I 'ate this fuckin' room.” I sit next to the bed. Again. I sit and I stare at the unconscious form. Her long purple hair lies tangled about her sleeping form. Of course, its not entirely purple any more, and I guess its a sleeping form now. …
Just in Case . . . .
START RECORDING The video shows the sandy haired man staring into the camera. The room behind him shows a massive bed, tightly made, the floor spotless, various punk and skaa band posters are plastered on one wall. Twenty three seconds of silence play through the video as the man stares into the camera before he …
Banishment
Somewhere, sirens blare in the night, red and white neon flashing………pain, “Hold on, son, hold on, the medics are on their way……..” Flashes of memory, lyrics waver along the air, “The love we share seems to go nowhere…” then darkness again. The darkness recedes momentarily, but the pain is…..everywhere. “Mommy…..help…..it hurts….” “Hush, Lukas, hush….it’s going …
What Price Memory, Part X
I sit there, lost in the memory of a pinup show. The foggy memory clears, and nothing about poor cell phone video gets in the way. With her there, her hand upon my leg as she sips the last of the wine, I can fe..... “Good stuff,” she says, knocking rest of the wine back, …
What Price Memory, Part IX
April 1st, 2013 (All Fool's Day) 2047 Hours The infiltration has gone smoothly. Shift change leading into the evening. They really hadn't been hardened against a professional attack, especially one led by someone with his capabilities combined with his training. Add no mercy for those who had destroyed my family's innocence, and well, while we …
What Price Memory, Part VIII
The chairs aren't exactly comfortable, or maybe its the awkwardness of this trip down memory lane, the emotional toll its taking on her. Me, well, I've given up trying to figure out my emotions. Too many ways I can lose control with negative, shall we say, results. It really only takes the briefest reference to …
What Price Memory, Part VII
We continued to sit, her sobbing into my shoulder, I in mute rage at the pain she has suffered because of a decision to help me so long ago. As she quiets, I could still feel, taste the pain hovering around her, hear the shuddering of her breath, the thunder of her heart, as if …
Last Dreams 