Friday, May 30, 2003

Foundation Comics - http://www.foundcomics.cjb.net White Knights Episode One, by Paul McNally Jason looked up at his former partner, the badge on his chest sparkling in the fluorescent light. He was dressed in the standard light blue shirt and dark blue pants, a mirror image of the day before. Jason remembered the uniform and the way it hung on his own body, the stiff fabric chaffing the area under his arms and in the crook of his elbows. With those memories came the ones he didn't want. The crack of gunshots. Quinn spinning around, his face a mask of pain as he tumbled to the street. The sharp pain that passed through Jason as the bullet creased his head, cracking his skull and sending a shard of bone deep into his brain. The smile on Quinn's face faded when he got a good look at Jason. "What the hell happened to you?" Marvel Anthology - http://www.manthology.cjb.net USAgent #10 by Clayton "Dead Man Walking" Tooley Rising, wiping the all-too-real tears from his face, Jack reached down beside the hole Jeannie had made in the wall and picked up what she'd dropped on her way out: his shield. He hefted the solid, familiar weight and tested it with a few swings through the air in his now-empty apartment, the feeling of completeness rolling across him like never before. He looked at the fluttering curtains where Julia had exited the back window with Rachel and Pricilla in tow and thought about following her, but when the first hinge on his door snapped under the latest Watchdog blow, he changed his mind. It was time to take a little back from the Watchdogs. Jack walked to the door, which was still standing despite the abuse and timed his kick to coincide with the horde of Watchdog's next swing, his foot connecting at the same time as the battering ram with startling results for the Dogs. Many years ago, John Walker had volunteered for a muscle enhancing experiment that worked phenomenally well for him and he now possessed the strength to dead lift over 10 tons without extreme effort. If pushed to his adrenaline-enhanced limits, there is no telling how strong Jack Walker really might be. On only a few rare occasions has that strength been put to full use: once against Professor Power where the villain had accidentally been beaten to death; then in a barn in Georgia that resulted in over a dozen Watchdog fatalities; and one other time in Washington, D.C., when the mutant group known as the Resistants caught a mentally-unstable Captain America on a bad day, ending up with the entire six-man attack team in critical condition. Since then, acutely aware of the potential damage his strength mixed with his anger could bring about, Jack had pulled his punches. With one kick, those years of repression were rewarded in the shattering of wood and bones and the cries of pain of the Dogs in the hallway. posted by Kelen Conley Friday, May 30, 2003 - - Post a Comment Comments: