Met-a Date part 3Maddie's aura flares as she sees the brawl going down but what caught her attention most was when she noticed that her friend Eve was in the middle of it. “I'll be just a second, General!” She says as she jumps into the fight to hope calm things down. Joey and his friends are fighting the hooligans that threw a bottle at Eve. She`s on her knees crying when Maddie shows up. Looking up at the older heroine she smiles. “Maddie oh thank god you`re here these idiots threw a bottle at me and joey got all mad and started fighting them!” She says nervously. “It’s going to be okay Eve are you alright?” She asks with concern.Met-a Date part 3 by atomskmaster6
“My head hurts but I`ll be fine please help joey these jerks I think are in a gang or another college”
Maddie nods. “Stay behind me honey.” she says as she fires an ice patch at the combatants which consists of Joey, Frank and Bob grappling with three other guys that appear to be jocks as a tall young w
Met-a Date part 2"Interesting duo you have on your team, Maddie!" Bardak says as he sheathes and holsters his weaponsMet-a Date part 2 by atomskmaster6
Maddie smiles. “Thank you sir…I try my best... Especially with Emily. She is a powder-keg of anger as you see. I taught everything her I know but sometimes she`s a handful”
Álvaro grins. “So I noticed. Why is that?” He inquires.
“She was bullied by her twin brother, who killed their stepfather when he manifested his powers. Their stepmother then committed suicide afterwards. Ethan, her brother, abandoned her and she was sent to a Foster home which she ran away from. I took her in and trained her in controlling her powers. I became her Legal Guardian and tried my best to protect her even during her battles with Ultrawoman and Dark Star”. She explains.
“You did a marvelous job nevertheless. Well if you excuse me…” Bardak says and turns to leave.
“Please wait sir.....I have a confession to tell you” Bard
As Scrooge released his bedpost and examined his room, his attention was turned over to his clock. Much to his distress, it was one minute to three. Fear and panic slowly began to overcome his body as he awaited the third spirit. The first two spirits made him reevaluate his past decisions while showing his past and present. Did this mean the final spirit will show him his future? While Scrooge pondered such questions, a cloak of darkness soon filled the air. Scrooge frantically searched all over him, looking for the ominous spirit. What seemed like days, only a few seconds passed as the darkness soon faded and Scrooge appeared back in his own room. He noticed his room was in shambles and there was fire damage, but what shocked him most was a decaying skeleton in his bed. Scrooge slowly approached the skeleton and after examining the skeleton, he came to a revelation. His heart soon sank when he realized that skeleton was himself. There was no indication someone tried to move him to a morgue, even less to bury him. After his shock from his revelation passed, the cloak of darkness returned and he appeared at a destroyed building in the dead of night. Before Scrooge could examine the wreckage, a dark figure soon approached him. Scrooge panic as he saw his final judgment, a large man in dark armor wielding a large sword.
“Are-Are you the spirit that is to show me my future?” Scrooge asked with fear in his voice
The armored spirit simply nodded his head and remained silent.
“Where are we?...Why does this place seem familiar?” Scrooge asked
The male spirit remained silent and walked closer towards him. Scrooge’s body was unresponsive in its desire to flee as the spirit moved closer. Scrooge closed his eyes but soon opened them as the spirit simply walked past him and picked up a piece of the wreckage. Scrooge then dropped his cane and took the wreckage. At first, he didn’t understand why the spirit gave it to him, until he flipped the destroyed piece over and was shocked at what he saw. It was his office’s name sign to the front of his building. Scrooge looked at his surrounding and recognized his own office in pieces.
“Spirit…How did this happen? Who did this?” Scrooge asked with sorrow in his voice
While remaining silent, the armored spirit walked to a nearby wall and readied his sword. He sliced the wall into pieces then sheathed his weapon. Before he pasted the archway, the warrior spirit motioned for Scrooge to follow him. At first, Scrooge was reluctant to follow him; however, the building around him was about to collapse and fall over him. Rather than find out if the environment could hurt him, Scrooge rushed toward the spirit and followed him. As the armored spirit and Scrooge walked down the street, Scrooge was shocked to see most of the buildings had been destroyed and many people were homeless on the street… barely surviving.
As they continued to walk down the street, several times did some of the buildings began to collapse and large pieces rained over the two observers. Scrooges crunched in fear of the large objects; but the results were all the same. During each time, the armored spirit; without stopping, without showing struggle, and without moving his position, easily deflected or sliced the incoming boulders above them with his sword and continue to walk down the street.
“Spirit…How did all this happen? What happened here?” Scrooge asked
The warrior spirit remained silent but quickly grabbed Scrooge and jumped on top of a stable 6 story building. Upon landing, Scrooge caught a glimpse at the total destruction of the area. After Scrooge regained his balance, the spirit then extended his arm outward the pointed to the other side of the building. Scrooge then walked over to the other side of the building, he fell to his knees in grief.
The entire area was no different than a war-zone. As he looked, he saw explosions at multiple sights, buildings were destroyed or on fire, people were rioting in the streets, and droves of homeless people were filling the remaining streets. All these sights made him sick to his stomach, knowing all of this was the result of his misery campaign. All he wanted was for people to feel as much misery as he did but he couldn’t fathom all the chaos and destruction is misery campaign could truly bring. With his death imminent, he had hoped the spirits had a way for him to atone for his mistakes. He then turned toward the future spirit, but Scrooge looked worried at the spirit who looked downward. The warrior spirit placed his left arm on the ledge, looked at Scrooge, and motioned his right hand to look downward. Scrooge quickly rose to his feet and looked downward and was shocked at what he saw.
It was Timmy, now a few years older, caring for his dying mother on the sidewalk. Timmy held his mother closely as she slowly starts to close her eyes.
“Yes…Yes Mom, I’m here”
“Timmy…I want you… to know…I have always been… proud of you.” Timmy’s mother struggles to say.
“Mom… MOM...P-PLEASE…HANG IN THERE!”
“I’m sorry, son…I wish I was…stronger for you…I…love…youu!” Timmy’s mother says with her last breath as she slowly closes her eyes, never to open them again.
“Mother…MOM…MMOOMM!!” Timmy cried out as he holds her closely to his chest. “I love you too, Mom” Timmy says with much sorrow in his voice.
Scrooge was speechless at what he saw. There were no amount of words, no amount of money, and no amount of pain he could endured that would atone for his crimes. His imagination soon ran loose as he fearfully contemplated all the lives he destroyed, all the hope he crushed, and how dark he made the future. As large explosions in the distance was approaching there position, Scrooge fell to his knees and grabbed the spirits cape.
“Spirit…This can’t be the future! I never truly meant to all these to happen. Tell me there is a way to stop this! Tell me there is a way to change this… ” Scrooge cried out with tears escaping his eyes. The male spirit remained silent as he looked outwards as the sounds of explosions were drawing closer to their position. The armored spirit then turned his attention toward Scrooge simply pointed at him.
“Me? You mean…I can stop this? Oh please spirit…I will change. I promise…I shall change my ways and never revert to my dark self. I shall fix the errors of my past and I shall devote everything in my power to help and support all those around me… All this I swear on my life…Oh please, Spirit…” Scrooge said before he was interrupted by a gang of hoodlums at approaching the foot of the building. They quickly ended the life of Timmy then set their sights at the base of the building. The gang safely retreated to a have distance and released a volley of explosives at the building. The explosives caused the ground under Scrooge’s feet to collapse. While the spirit quietly entered and disappeared within the fire, Scrooge screamed as the wave of fire engulfed him.
Scrooge rapidly turned to avoid the hell-fire blaze but he interrupted when his hand hit the bedpost. Scrooge quietly awoke within his room, undamaged and within his time period. While Scrooge was examining his surroundings, a young doctor entered the room, under orders to examine Scrooge and eagerly pronounce him dead then leave. To his shock, the doctor saw Scrooge alive and well. Scrooge then looked at the doctor and hoped this wasn’t another trick.
“Are you another spirit?”
“Noo….I’m Dr. Sonata, but you can call me Von.” Von said as he readied his medical equipment. After he used his equipment to scan Scrooge, he was greatly puzzled at the result.
“Mr. Scrooge…You illness…It’s gone!” Von said with much confusion
“Gone…What do you mean gone? I’ve had this illness for more than 40 years”
“Well then your illness up and died from old age. It’s not just that…I’m not detecting any foreign bodies or signs of pain or decayed tissue…You sir…are perfectly healthy…This is one for the medical books.” Von said as he put away his equipment. Scrooge couldn’t believe the doctors words, but he detected some truth in his report. Scrooge slowly got out of bed and didn’t feel any internal pain in his entire body. He then laughed the more he moved around.
“I feel light as a feather…I feel as energetic as a school boy. Wait…Von…What is today?”
“Today?…Duh... Today is Christmas” Von said with a puzzled look
“Christmas Day? Oh god…I haven’t missed it. The spirits did all of this in one night. Well of course, there spirits…they can do whatever they like.” Scrooge said before he was interrupted when one of his assistant entered the room.
“Yes, Tom…what is it?” Scrooge said with much joy in his voice. Tom was greatly surprised to see Scrooge act pleasant, even more surprised to see him so healthy. He then returned to reality when he remembered his assignment.
“Sir…I have many people on the phone line, something about your campaign.”
“Goodness. That’s right…I have so much to do. Wait…” Scrooge said as he remembered his ordeal with the spirits. “Von...if you could…there is a house down the street with a man named Timmy and his mother its residents. Please bring your equipment to scan his mother and bring me a full thorough report and offer any medical assistance you can. Do this and I’ll double your pay for the day…Come back in less than two hours and I’ll add a promotion for you.”
“Oh…Yes sir…Thank you sir” Von said as he readied his equipment.
As Tom and Von exited his room, Scrooge looked outward towards the city.
“Spirits…Thank you for everything. I will keep my promise and make this world better for everyone”.
As Scrooge left his room to repair the damage he done, all the spirits and Marley were on a nearby building overlooking Scrooge. General Bardak smiled to see his plan work out perfectly. He quietly reminisced at how he gathered Scrooge closest friend and people who could reason with him. Bardak then chuckled at how Scrooge thought it was magic, but in reality, he was Bardak transporting him to his ships holo-deck and program all the illusions. Using this method, they could show Scrooge all the needed to be seen or will be seen without disrupting the timeline and no one, even Scrooge, would get hurt. He then turned to Angelina and Robin, who were smiling at the fact that both of them cured Scrooge’s illness and restored him as he is now. Finally, Bardak chuckled as he used his technology to contact all of Scrooges known sources and contacts from his misery campaign. After all the "spirits" and Marley had there laughs, a bright light engulfed all of them and they reappeared at a location of their choosing...for a "spirit" or heroes work is never done.
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“Humbug” Scrooge quietly said to himself as he looked out the window of his office. As he stared onto the streets of Angel Falls, he saw everyone in a merry mood; people hurrying for last minute shopping, families looking at the Christmas lights and decorations, and couples enjoying a romantic evening as they prepare for Christmas day. Although such a sight would bring cheer to the avenge person, it only brought disgust and resentment to him. He turned his attention away from the streets and reviewed a short stack of medical papers he received two months ago. These papers indicated his illness is in the final stage and it predicted he would die on Christmas day.
He quietly chuckled at such an ironic fate, to die on the very day he hated the most. When he received the news, he devoted the reminder of his time left to create and spread as much misery and grief as he could to the entire populace of Angel Falls. He efficiently used his vast resources and contacts for crimes such as; foreclosing a number of hospitals and orphanages, secretly creating protest and riots at almost any event, and hostile takeovers of companies and firing a vast amount of workers, including some of his own workers. As nighttime approached, Scrooge quietly returned home and prepared for his final sleep.
Meanwhile, General Bardak was hard at work, assisting law enforcement and charitable organizations to contain and stop Scrooge campaign of misery. Although most of the damage was repaired, some of the damaged constantly persisted and needed Scrooge’s authority to stop it. Bardak had been trying for months to reason with Scrooge but Scrooge ignored any attempt at communication. As Bardak used his BTR to review all files on Scrooge, he was a little surprised to view Scrooge’s current condition. Rather than give up hope, Bardak saw this as his only chance to change Scrooge before it was too late. After formulating a plan, Bardak used his BTR to contact a few people to discuss and implement his plan.
Later that night, while Scrooge sat in his favorite chair, forcefully enjoying his last meal, he slowly closed his eyes as if to prepare for his final sleep. However, before Scrooge could get comfy, he immediately smelled a strange scent...the scent of gas.
"Hmm...Must have left the damn stove on..." Scrooge mumbled to himself. Before he even got up, the gas immediately became visible as red gas, swifted away from Scrooge and began to slowly circle around him. Scrooge instantly curled his legs upward and tried to stand up.
"SCROOOGE!!!" an eerie voice spoke his name. Scrooge looked everywhere but didn't see anyone.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE...SHOW YOURSELF" he demanded.
"You don't remember me... Old comrade." The voice then said as the gas then rushed past him and went into his closet. When Scrooge got up to approach the closet, he quickly fell over when the door flung open as he saw a haz-mat suit covered in Kevlar stepped out. An the eerie Russian voice soon said
"Sorry for riot gear… bad neighborhood."
Scrooge then screamed, and attempted to rush towards the phone
"Calm down comrade!" The suit said in a thick Russian ascent as he picked up the squirming Scrooge and placed him back in his chair.
"Comrade?" Scrooge asked.... "Who are you?" Hyperventilating from his failed dash to the phone.
"We were friends back in the University of Moscow."
"I had several friends at the University of Moscow."
"The world thinks I'm dead."
"That narrows it down to Fidel Castro and Tupac and neither have a Russian accent." Suddenly, the suits valves wheezed as if letting out a sigh, and then it said
"You used to call me Marley, because I liked reggae music."
At that point, Scrooges face then turned white with shock.
"Lenin? No not Lenin, Dr. Lenin Atomica was vaporized at Chernobyl; he was in the reactor room when it went super critical.... It can't be him… this hast to be a dying dream."
"Why are you denying your senses like an opium addict?" Dr. Atomica responded.
"Opium addict, or heavy duty holy man; it's an insult we came up with together, astonished you don't remember it actually."
"It is you, Marley old pal?" Scrooge asked.
"In The flesh... Figuratively speaking of course." The Dr. Answered.
"How did you get my house?" Scrooge asked
"I would say Christmas miracle but in truth, pawn good lock pick."
"But why are you wearing a hazmat combat suit, and why won't you show me your face? Is that randon gas in there and...?” Scrooge’s barrage of questions was then interrupted by Atomica handing him an uncorked wine bottle.
"You will need this." Once Scrooge took the bottle Atomica continued.
"Do you remember the kid that you passed that was handing out food to the poor on your way to work?"
"Yeah that punk kid helping squatters, they should all go to work houses or maybe the prisons like in Russia."
"That kid, was one of my coworkers, calls himself Holy Lightning. He has the power to manipulate energy and he claims to be able to see into people's souls. I think the second part is a result of a heavy duty religious addiction."
"What a loser."
"Indeed comrade, but what he told me was disturbing enough that I think you have the right to know... He claims that there are chains on your very soul and they have gotten heavy enough now that when you die, it might pull you to hell. I don't believe in that, but he might be onto something... My current state might be a product of what I have done; maybe your illness is the same?"
"What state?" Scrooge asked
"This one." Atomica said as opening a valve of his suit and the red gas came out
"This gas is all that is left of me Scrooge; forever cursed to wonder this earth, forced to be idle without technological aid, cannot touch anything without technological aid, and can no longer enjoy my favorite foods… oh how I miss stroganoff." Then the gas went back into the suit and he closed the valve.
"Amassing, the things you've seen."
"I've seen that I am a fool! And my great country in actuality was just another boughwa! And because of that we both committed crimes, my punishment has already come and yours according to Mr. Hawthorn will surely be worst!" Atomica’s suits valves then weased as if simulate the sound of crying.
"What can I do to avoid it? Were still friends aren’t we?" Scrooge asked now in a desperate tone.
"Of course we are, that's why I asked a former hood to help me break in because I didn't know where your spare key was. A good man told me that god came to him and told him to tell me to tell you that three spirits will visit you."
"You don't believe in this do you?" Scrooge asked, not catching the part about the hoodlum
"With my recent findings in personal research, it's hard to tell what I believe anymore."
"But is this the only way, and it will be really be spirits." Scrooge asked
"I can’t say, all I know is three spirits will visit you on the hour starting at midnight tonight. That’s all I was told and that's all I can relay I'm sorry, but I cannot help you more." Atomica answered
"It's alright friend, and my spare key is under the fire extinguisher, lock the door on your way out."
"Good luck Comrade." And with that the hazmat suit then walked for the door. Scrooge then proceeds to his bed where he awaits the chime of the midnight clock.