| Posted: 14 Dec 2008 23:53 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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Okay everybody. I know its been a while so i thought I'd post the first page of my second issue. This one is going to be full of action! Here I will also introduce some of the main characters.
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| Posted: 14 Dec 2008 23:59 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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She could hear her heart pounding as she ran on breathlessly in the cold rain beneath the starlit sky. Even in the darkness of the alley, they would still find her, Jean knew. She could hear their footsteps closing in behind her, and her fear brought her to new levels of ability. As she quickened her step, she slipped and lost her footing. She tumbled to the ground.
She scrambled to her feet, but it was too late. The three criminals had finally caught up and they were forming a circle around her. She was afraid of what they were going to do her. Rape, murder…probably both, she thought grimly.
“You’re pretty hard to find, Jean,” said one of the crooks, as he grabbed her by the shirtfront and shoved her to the ground. Just as he had done this, the figure of a man crashed into him. The gangster hit the concrete hard, and the other two thugs whipped out their guns.
And there, standing before them, was a lone man, dressed in the clothing of a fairytale hero. His eyes were purple and glowed with an unshakable sense of confidence. In each hand, was a golden-hilted sword with a two-foot blade. He rushed towards the first thug with his swords leading the way. As the crook raised his gun to fire, the swordsman acted instinctively. He leaped into the air and did a perfectly executed jump kick to the face, knocking the criminal senseless.
“You’re dead, punk!” exclaimed the last of the thugs, with his gun aimed directly at the stranger’s head. He fired the shot, but the swordsman proved faster. He jerked his body to the side, easily avoiding the bullet. Without giving the criminal a second chance, he lashed out with his blade, and blood splattered.
Jean let out a scream as she watched on in horror at the terrible act. The criminal collapsed to the ground, with blood gurgling out of his mouth. The stranger turned to consider the girl, and stared at her long and hard, without either of them speaking a word to each other. It was then that she heard the sirens. Obviously someone had heard the gunshot. The police would be coming and she didn’t want to be there when they showed up. So she split.
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| Posted: 15 Dec 2008 10:29 |
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 interesting, is Jean going to be a possible love interest to our hero?
Its a nice start for your hero's first good deed!
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I'm not saying anything about this girl yet except that she will play a major part for the next few issues at least.
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Next scene:
Brennon had heard the odd screeching sounds, and had seen the red lights flickering all around him. As he turned around he noticed that the girl was gone and that he was now alone. Just then, five men garbed in blue came onto the scene in the same direction as the red lights. They were brandishing weapons; they appeared to be of the same kind that nearly killed him the day before, he noted.
There were too many of them for him to handle. Their weapons made them far too dangerous. Using his speed to his advantage, he took off down the other side of the alleyway, but stopped short when he came to the dreadful realization that they had him cornered. The men in blue were approaching from that side of the alley too.
“Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air,” said one of them, with his weapon focused on Brennon.
He reluctantly let his blades clang to the ground, and raised his hands in surrender. He knew he couldn’t fight them. One of the men in blue got behind him and grabbed his hands, then snapped two metal rings around them that kept his hands from moving.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” he said, as he began leading Brennon out of the alley.
“Who are you, and where are you taking me?” he asked, but no one answered. He wondered if these men were soldiers. He didn’t think they were thugs. Perhaps they’re taking me to jail, he thought to himself.
They led him to another one of those horseless wagons. This one was black and white and had red flashing lights on the top. They shoved him into the backseat of the thing, and the rest of them got in their own black and white wagons. Then all of a sudden, the thing started moving along the road. As he watched the man in the front, he discovered that this strange machine was controlled by some odd-looking wheel. He could hear a voice in there with him, but it didn’t belong to any of the soldiers. It was coming from the front too, but he had no clue what the source of it was. He decided he didn’t like this world. It was just too confusing.
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She walked on hurriedly down the crowded street, with her head down and her hood up. The rain was pouring down hard, and she shivered at the cold air. She wanted to get home so that she could go to bed and forget about what had happened in the alley. Jean had felt guilty for running out on the swordsman back there. He was probably going to be charged with murder, since there was no witness besides her to come forward to say that he had acted in self-defense. She knew that she was likely his only hope, but she couldn’t give herself up. She had to keep reminding herself that the only way for her to survive was for her to start looking out for number one.
But the more she thought about it, the more the decision haunted her. How could I have left him like that? After he saved my life. If it wasn’t for him I’d be dead. After moments of arguing with herself, she finally made up her mind. She turned around and began walking the other way.
Jean knew she would regret it later, but she would never be able to get this off her conscience if she let this man get the chair as a result of her own selfishness.
It took her about a half an hour to reach the police station. When she got there, there were a few cops standing around talking, but none of them seemed to notice her. She walked up to the policewoman sitting at the desk in the front.
“I have important information about the man you picked up about an hour ago. He was the man in the strange clothing, with the two swords,” Jean explained.
“Hold on just a minute please,” she said, picking up the telephone. After relaying the message, she set the phone down. “Captain Rod Chapman wants to see you. He’ll be right down.”
Jean turned away and leaned against the desk to wait. It wasn’t but a few moments later when the door of the elevator opened to reveal three cops.
“I’m Captain Rod Chapman. I understand you know something about the fella we found in the alleyway earlier today. Is that correct?”
She nodded nervously. She didn’t like what she was about to do. “Yes, it is,” she said. “I was there. Those crooks were going to kill me. He jumped in to protect me,” she explained, hoping that would be enough.”
“What is your name, miss?” the captain asked.
“Jean, Jean Bradley,” she replied. She knew it was best not to lie. Because of they found out she could be in even worse trouble.
“Bradley,” uttered one of the cops next to him, as if he had heard the name before. His eyes were suddenly lit with recognition. “I know you! Jean Bradley! You’re that thief that’s been on the loose for nearly two years now! We knew we’d catch you eventually, but we didn’t have any idea it would be this easy.”
“What is your relationship with the man that saved your life?” Chapman asked her.
“I don’t know him. I never met him before,” she answered.
“Then you wouldn’t be able to tell us anything about him then either, would you?”
“No,” she told him.
After a few more minutes of interrogation, Jean was brought to the jail cell where they were holding the stranger. She could see him sitting silently on his mattress, where he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Soon he became aware of her presence. He was staring at her intently, as if he was trying to figure out why she had come back.
“You seen this girl before?” asked Chapman to the stranger.
“Yes,” he replied simply.
“Okay. Your stories check out,” he said, before turning to Jean. He had obiviously gotten the same story from him before she arrived. “You know what I’m going to have to do, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know,” she told him, and this was the part she had seen coming from the start.
“Alright. Stranger, since you haven’t been charged with anything, we no longer have any reason to hold you. You’re free to go,” Chapman said as he slipped his key in the lock and opened the door. The stranger stepped out, with his glowing purple eyes following Jean. No words were spoken as she brushed past him and entered the cell in his place. Chapman closed the door behind her, and the stranger’s cold stare turned to a look of what appeared to be a mixture of surprise and guilt. He wasn’t quite sure what had happened. He had no way of knowing that Jean had been a criminal, and that the only way for her to save him, was for her to turn herself in to the police.
Years ago she was just a poor city girl and it was her own personal hardships that had led her to robbery. That was the way it was at first; she stole food and money for her own survival, until she became so accustomed to it she continued to steal, even when she didn’t need to. Now she regretted everything.
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“What do you mean you let him go?” the federal agent yelled in his face.
“We found out he was innocent. He only killed the criminal out of self-defense. The evidence supported his story. Also, we have an eyewitness,” Chapman explained.
“An eyewitness?” Shaw asked.
“Yes. Her name is Jean Bradley. She’s twenty years old and she’s been a citizen of Portland all her life.”
“I want to see this Bradley.”
“You can. She’s here,” Chapman told him.
“What?”
“That’s right. We’re holding her here on several counts of theft.”
“Are you telling me that you’re trusting the word of a woman with a criminal record?” asked Shaw suspiciously.
“You see, Agent Shaw, this is a rather odd case. Bradley was not there when the suspect was arrested. She showed up later to clear his name, willingly turning herself in.”
“What was her account of the incident?”
“She said that three thugs attacked her in the alley. It was then that the suspect intervened and killed one of them to save her. She claims never to have met him before.”
“Take me to her. I will speak with her myself.”
The captain did as told and took Shaw upstairs to the jail to meet with Bradley. “I must ask you, Agent Shaw,” Chapman began, “what is the government’s interest in this man?”
“That’s none of your concern, Captain,” Shaw replied sharply.
When they reached the jail, Bradley was standing there with an empty look in her eye, and her hands clutched the cell bars tightly. She was a pretty young girl with long brown hair and brown eyes. It was obvious that she was feeling down and depressed.
“Miss Bradley, I need to know about the man who you claimed saved your life earlier today,” Shaw told her.
She shifted her gaze to consider him. “I know nothing about him,” she said simply.
Shaw then turned to Chapman. “I need you to release her into my custody.”
“What? Why?” asked the captain.
“Because she’s our only link to the man I’m after. I don’t believe her story. I think she knows him.”
After a few more minutes of talking it over, Shaw left the building with Bradley in handcuffs. She didn’t say a word to him, nor him to her.
Shaw had his mission. He was going to capture this man called Brennon.
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Woods stared out the hotel room window looking like a frightened fool. Borden went to comfort him. “Everything will turn out fine, Morris,” she said, trying to offer words of encouragement.
“How could this have happened?” said Woods, talking more to himself than to her. “The greatest discovery in the history of mankind and I let it slip away!” He continued to ramble but Hiseman wasn’t listening.
It was only a matter of time before Brennon would be caught and subdued by federal agents. He felt that he had done right in tipping off the government. Of course he couldn’t have told them the truth; if he had, they would have thought him nuts. So letting them believe that Brennon was a psychotic serial killer was the best way to coerce the government into helping him. It wouldn’t be too hard for them to believe this once they got a good look at him.
Hiseman had his own advantages in doing this. Unlike Woods and Borden, he was the only one with the scientific intelligence to understand that surviving hundreds of years perfectly preserved in ice was humanly impossible. He didn’t deny that Brennon had done it though. He knew that Brennon was no normal man. There was certainly something special about him. Hiseman wanted to know what it was. That was why he decided to send the government after Brennon: After they had arrested him, it wouldn’t be long before they came to the same conclusion. They would want to study him and understand the incredible secret that allowed him to stay alive for all these years. Since Hiseman was the one who made the call and had a part in his discovery, he would play a major role in finding these secrets.
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Your guy kind of reminds me of post apocalyptic heroes for some reason. I could see him waking up in an alternate future where the world has been destroyed.
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 16:32 |
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Really? I never thought of that.
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 18:53 Last Edited By: Tim |
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Could be a good what if story.
Could be the images you've made, but I keep thinking about this character from the War of the Worlds future called Killraven
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I love post apocalyptic stories for some reason. Maybe it has something to do with all those Planet of the Apes movies I watched. I like the idea of a hero in a world like that and then finding out gradually what happened.
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Weird. He does resemble Brennon. Not just his story but also his appearance.
Yeah those stories are always so neat. I love the Planet of the Apes too. Classic film. I guess Brennon is that type of character you're talking about, to him his world is gone, and he cannot understand the modern world that he finds himself in.
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Could be a good what if story
You mean I could do like a special what if issue or something like that and show what would have happened if Brennon had awakened thousands of years later? That could possibly be interesting.
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That would be interesting. Alternate future worlds are always cool.
I always like comic stories based on the future. I just read one of those Superman back up stories in the silver age where it stars Superman's grandson in the future. Superman 2020 I think it's called. Did you know we'll have flying cars in another 11 years?
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| Posted: 10 Jan 2009 23:15 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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Oh I hope not I'm afraid of heights.
I might try that when I finish up with Lost in Time #2. I only got one scene left to post. This next part is the big showdown in the city. Its going to take a lot of thinking to do a story like that. I'll need not only a way to revive him, but a reason for civilization to be destroyed, and what this new world will look like.
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Great story so far!
The apocalyptic future thing would be cool too.
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| Posted: 03 Apr 2011 00:49 Last Edited By: Rick Jones |
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Hmmmmm....I didn't realize that it's been two years and I hadn't put the end of the story on here yet. I have no good excuse. I kind of forgot about it and hadn't worked on it in a while. I've gotten a lot of work done on the later issues and here's the rest of #2. Also, here's the links to Lost in Time #1.
http://superherouniverse.com/messageboard/article1876.htm
Brennon had never gone far from the police station; no one had noticed but he had found himself a nice place to rest on the roof of one of the neighboring buildings. He was able to position himself so that it would be difficult for him to be spotted by the townspeople walking along the street. It troubled him deeply how much his world had changed. Where are all the trees? he wondered.
Suddenly a man clad in black stepped out of the station leading a girl who had her hands chained behind her back. He noted that these were the same type of chains that the police had used on him. The man hauled the girl into a large black car—by now he had understood what these things were, and their use. He had also learned that the deadly weapons that had the ability to kill instantly were called “guns”. Much had become clear during his stay at the jail.
There was something about this man that he didn’t like. He could tell by his rough handling of the girl that this man had a very unpleasant demeanor. Whatever his intentions, they couldn’t be good.
He leaped down from the roof and landed nimbly on the sidewalk. The girl was now in the back seat, while her captor was just getting in the car. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Brennon and stopped what he was doing. He moved away from the car and towards the swordsman. Brennon awaited his approach confidently.
While still a good distance away, the man stopped and raised his gun at Brennon’s head. “Hands up! I’m Federal Agent Eddie Shaw and I’m taking you in!” he yelled at him. Brennon ignored him and prepared himself for a fight as he drew both blades.
“Don’t try anything, mister, or you’ll get yourself hurt, We got orders to shoot to kill if necessary,” shouted another, and Brennon whipped his head to consider his new adversary. There were more of them. And with guns too. Apparently the man that had broken the girl out of jail had not come alone.
Brennon broke into a run in the opposite direction of his enemies, using his speed as his best weapon against their guns. They fired shots at him, but none of them were able to hit their mark. Taking a quick look over his shoulder, he saw Shaw slide into the passenger seat of the car and drive off after him to resume the chase. There were a few more cars after him too.
They probably thought that he was trying to escape. But they didn’t realize that they were falling right into Brennon’s trap. A black car came speeding out from his rear and came up beside him. A man hung out the window closest to Brennon and fired a shot at him. Luckily he was able to slow down fast enough to let the bullet zip past him. The car was now several feet in front of him. Another pulled up alongside him. He quickly picked up the pace and managed a daring sidelong leap onto the roof of the vehicle. The man in the front car saw him, and raised his gun to shoot. Brennon let his body roll onto the hood in front of the windshield. As he did this, he sliced his blade into the glass, but purposefully avoided striking the driver. Having his concentration diverted, the driver allowed the car to swerve off the road.
Acting on impulse, Brennon rolled right off the edge of the hood, and moving with perfect balance, he landed on the sidewalk and dove out of the vehicle’s path. He didn’t have time to look, but he heard it crash almost instantly. Another man, dressed in the same uniform as Shaw, was running towards him with his gun aimed at Brennon’s head.
“Put your weapons down and surrender before this gets ugly,” the man told him. But Brennon didn’t want to waste time talking. He darted towards his adversary at a speed that would shame a starving cheetah. He knocked his opponent down as effortlessly as if he were an obstacle.
Never slowing, he pushed himself onward, down into a dark alleyway that was too narrow for the cars to follow him through. This would thus force them to abandon their transportation and pursue him on foot—which was the way he liked it.
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Goudreau and Carmassi left their vehicle and headed out into the alley after the suspect. The other two cars were going to drive around to the other side to try to cut him off. This way they would have him blocked from both sides.
This guy has been a handful so far, thought Goudreau, but we’ll catch him yet. I’ve been at this for fifteen years. I sure as heck know what I’m doing.
Goudreau ran on, with his gun clutched tightly in his hands. Carmassi was only a few feet away from him. Both had their guns ready in case of ambush. As they passed the corner, he caught a glimpse of a shadow behind them, and knew instantly whose it was.
Brennon reached forward and grabbed Carmassi by the collar, turned and slung him hard into the wall. Before Goudreau could react, Brennon did a sweeping kick to the legs, knocking the agent right off his feet. He dropped his gun, and as he tried to regain a standing position, Brennon yanked him up by the hair and delivered a jaw-breaking uppercut. He collapsed to the ground alongside his friend, and slipped into unconsciousness.
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Brennon stood unnoticed on the rooftop of a small building as he watched the two black cars come speeding around the corner. Their intention was to seal off all the exits, but he didn’t plan on letting himself get captured this time. After getting a good running start, he took a flying leap off the roof, and landed with a thud on the top of the rear car.
The man in the passenger seat leaned forward out of the window to attempt to shoot down Brennon. Moving with unequaled speed, he lashed out with his blade and sliced the hand of the agent, causing him to drop the gun on the road. The man let out a yelp of pain as he slid back into his seat.
Brennon thrust out with both swords in a downward angle, shattering the windshield. This had startled the driver and the car went swerving out of control.
With almost inhuman agility, he bounded onto the next car—his original target, for it was this one that contained Shaw and the girl. Using the same technique he had executed on the previous car, he struck the windshield with his blades, and glass went everywhere. Obviously the driver had expected this, for he kept perfect control over the car. Twisting his body as he jumped, he landed on the center of the hood, facing Shaw and the driver. Shaw raised his gun and grinned, knowing he had Brennon right where he wanted him.
His reflexes did the work for him. Sheathing his blades, his legs pumped him high into the air, and with his hands free he was able to grasp the flagpole above him. After spinning a full circle, he released and propelled himself to the rooftop of the low building. The car was ahead of him now, but he would catch it. Shaw thought that it was he that was chasing Brennon, but he was wrong. Brennon was the hunter now.
Brennon leaped down from the building onto the roof of another car. He kept leaping from car to car, and with each jump he became closer to his target. Shaw was hanging out the window, and was firing at him incessantly. Brennon had to time his jumps just right, and he had to move with perfect speed to avoid being taken down. He knew he had to take precautions, for once he became too close, it would be easy for Shaw to kill him.
He had a theory about guns. From his experience, an archer always runs of arrows, so a gun must run out of bullets. He would wait Shaw out, he decided, because eventually, his weapon would be useless to him and he would be easy prey for Brennon. He was right in his deduction he soon saw, for the firing eventually stopped.
Brennon didn't waste any more time. He dove onto the roof of the car and stabbed both blades effortlessly through the metal. His swords, being forged of magic, made them capable of cutting through anything. This time the driver did react, and the car crashed into a telephone pole. Brennon had no time to free his blades and was thrown from the car.
Rising to his feet, he opened the door of the car and helped the girl out. She appeared to be shaken, but uninjured. By the time he turned his attention back to the car, Shaw was standing there waiting for him.
"I don't know who you are, punk, but you're going down." He had no gun, and he was standing between Brennon and his swords. Brennon understood.
Shaw made the first move with a right hook to the face, which Brennon easily countered. Shaw then twisted his body and kicked at Brennon. He dodged, and had to take a step back to avoid getting smashed by Shaw's fist. He was attacking quickly without slowing down for a second. Shaw was well-trained, Brennon noted, but not well-trained enough. He reacted with lightning reflexes and kicked Shaw in the stomach, sending the man reeling. He bent over and gasped for air, giving Brennon the perfect opportunity to end the fight with a hit over the head. He retrieved his weapons and left Shaw lying in the middle of the road, unconscious. Everyone was staring, and all the cars had stopped. Brennon and Shaw had certainly succeeded in causing a commotion, he thought. Brennon knew that this was only the beginning, and soon more people would be looking for him, and he would have to prepared for the fight of his life.
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Exciting. I like the part about waiting for the bullets to run out. Interesting for the character to deduce it since he didn't know what a gun was.
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Thanks, Tim. Agent Shaw is going to be a recurring villain for our hero. I'm also working on a few supervillains. Lost in Time #3 is almost finished and will be posted soon.
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