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Its a KEEN lifeFADE IN, SHOWING GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE ROD SERLING
SERLING: "Tonight's fanfiction of the Tick is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States, and there's a little town there called Peaksville. On a given morning not too long ago, the rest of the world disappeared and Peaksville was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only peaksville left untouched or whether the village had somehow been taken away. They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing: the cause. A monster had arrived in the village. Just by using his mind, he took away the automobiles, the electricity, the machines, because they displeased him, and he moved the entire community back into the dark ages. Just by using his mind.
Now I'd like to introduce you to some of the people of Peaksville, Ohio. This is Mr. Fremont. It's in his farmhouse that the monster resides. This is Mrs. Fremont. And this is Aunt
Bianca Chapter 3THE HEADQUARTERS OF THE COUNCIL
“You can’t be serious!” said The Lady with astonishment.
“You know we are. All members are in agreement.”
“But… what will the other factions…”
“They have unanimously accepted this turn of events.”
“Accepted? I can understand the more radical members accepting her actions, but surely the clan elders would never…”
“Speaking as one of the elders you mentioned…” said a robed lithe woman who stepped forward, “I have agreed with the views of my children, and accept the position of young Bianca. And I can assure you, the factions of the Fey and Lupine factions, to name a few, agree likewise.”
At this newcomer’s appearance, The Lady bowed in the proper fashion. The newcomer returned the greeting in kind. “Forgive me Lady Julia. I was unaware you were present. But I stand by my protest! S
bianca: Chapter TwoTHE FOLLOWING NIGHT, LEGBA’S BAKERY
Bianca slowly sipped her coffee, pondering the previous nights events. The place was empty, aside from her and the owner, Rosa, who was making more coffee. She approached her table, filled her cup, filled one for herself, and sat down.
“So what’s troubling you Bianca? Lady bothering you again?”
“We talked last night. As expected, she disapproved of the whole thing.”
“No surprise there.”
“And she hinted at disproval from the council…
“The council?” she laughed “Those fools…”
“And she threatened to support any action by them.”
At this, rosa became somber. “Ah”
After a brief pause, Rosa spoke up. “Well I think you’re doin good, no matter what anyone says! Hell, you said so yourself it’s pointless to hide if they already know about us anyway! And how are we any different from
bianca: Chapter OneONE WEEK LATER
The fire raged through the apartment complex. Windy and Striker were assisting rescue crews in containing the blaze. Moments later, Bianca arrived to offer assistance. With coordination, she was able to rescue the inhabitants on the upper floors using her powers. After the fire was out, everyone got together to coordinate a mop up.
“It looks like we’re all set. Thanks Bianca!” said Striker.
At that moment, the press arrived. As usual, leading the charge, was Jill Hooper, the city’s most trusted on air personality.
“Striker! Jill Hooper, TNN news”
Anticipating her questions Striker responded. “We were able to handle the blaze with few casualties. Lt. Morrison of Emergency Services should be able to provide more details.”
“Is it true you’re considering adding this new hero, Bianca, to the In Crowd?”
“Um, no comment.’
“Striker,” asked another reporter, “is it true that
Scrapyard’s fists pounded the sidewalk, sending Neuro and Howler back a few yards. Behind the super powered thug, the gang members who were still standing, were cheering him on.
This is bad, thought Neuro. He thought he and Howler could take these jerks all by themselves. The Fourth Avenue Demons were terrorizing the neighborhood with violent attacks, burglaries, and other petty crimes. Normally, the gang alone was nothing that they couldn’t handle. Unfortunately, they didn’t know about this rogue meta, or Balrog as his team liked to call them. This one, Scrapyard was a real troublemaker. He came under the Alliance’s attention three months ago. The teams of the city, including their team, the ‘In Crowd’ were required to be on the lookout, and approach with extreme caution if encountered. So far, he had put six cops and four metas into traction. Both he and Howler did NOT want to join
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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