Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Marvel Anthology - http://manthology.cjb.net USAgent #9 by Clayton Tooley Jack felt the tears slowly tracing down the curve of his cheeks but made no effort to dry them or to stop. His hand touched the womans face on the wall, a near-spitting image of his sister, Jeannie, kidnapped months ago by the Watchdogs as retribution for his interference. Jacks fingers curled into huge fists and he slammed them into the wall, hammering away at the visages of the orange and purple clad doctors, tearing the sheetrock and wood away with a fervor of activity that left nothing anchored to the wall studs except the image of Jeannies face, looking out at them with as much panic, terror and pain on a crayon-drawn face as could possibly be drawn, all misted in a red haze. Breathing heavily from his demolition, Jack crumpled in on himself, landing on his butt in the middle of the debris of the wall, his head buried in his arms, sobbing openly. There was no chance of Pricilla being wrong; he knew that in his heart, the bus had proven that. She had seen this and could not speak of it, having only a meager understanding of what she was dealing with, and so she had found a way to tell him just how badly he had fucked up. But he did not blame Pricilla, he even thanked her a little, as he realized he at least knew what had happened to Jeannie now, how he had killed her as well as his parents that day long ago in a barn when his cocky, self-assuredness had convinced him he was Superman. Ever since that day the blood had not stopped flowing. Everyone who knew him was in danger, if not already dead. He was a plague, a disease on the face of the world. He was alone and would. Foundation Comics - http://foundcomics.cjb.net Vanisher #3 by Clayton Tooley "What happened?" Brent asked, crossing his arms, unconcerned if anyone saw him talking to Sunshine. "Supplies have slowed down since what happened in Charlotte a few weeks ago," Sunshine said, wiping the blood from her chin. "Only one got any score is Ridge, over on Cleveland Street, but he's charging prices out of the range you give me. I got some off of the girls I know who are trying to kick, but they'll be back after me in a few days when the withdraw hits. I can handle them, but getting more is gonna be a problem." "I thought Ridge was a small timer," Brent said. "How'd he get to be the big man in Peake?" "Town's not that big," Sunshine said, looking around warily, wishing she were anywhere else. For a second she thought she saw someone watching them from an alleyway, but a second look showed no one was there. "Without any new coming in, a previously unsuccessful dealer sitting on a large stash can easily become a player." "Ridge got any girls of your specialty?" Brent asked, looking at his nails as if bored. Sunshine nodded. "Good, get yourself insinuated in his operation and give me the details. Then I'll deal with Ridge." Continued at MA and FC respectively. posted by Kelen Conley Tuesday, April 01, 2003 - - Post a Comment Comments: