[MISC] GODLING # 22: Round âem up!
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Wed May 11 10:18:46 PDT 2011
[MISC] GODLING # 22: Round âem up!
by J. Vandersteen
â GODLING â THE ONE MAN PANTHEON: ROUND âEM UP!
The supervillain called Nuclear Warrior, clad in a red and yellow
costume with a radiation symbol on it, flies through the sky,
manoeuvring between the tall skyscrapers of New Troy. Godling is
following him, using Perseusâ power of flight.
Iâm not going to let him get away, Godling thinks. Thereâs too many of
Master Destinyâs thugs that escaped (last issue, ed.) for me to let
any one of them get away when I see one.
Suddenly, Nuclear Warrior turns around and blasts Godling who just in
time manages to channel the invulnerability of Achilles. The power of
the blast smacks him right through a building.
He ends up on a desk of a very full office. Thereâs a lot of panic
among the office workers. Nuclear Warrior flies into the office
through the hole the hero left. Godling gets up, just in time to avoid
one of the supervillainâs blasts.
Using the power of sun god Apollo he blinds the villain with a bright
blast of light. He follows that up with a roundhouse right, using the
strength of Heracles. Nuclear Warrior is knocked out.
âAll right people, everything is in control. No need to worry. Iâll
come by later to repair the damage,â Godling said to the office
workers. There was a moment of pause and doubt, but finally he was
rewarded with applause. The people of New Troy had all been witness of
how Godling freed the city from Master Destiny.
Godling picks up the villain and flies off.
DA Linda Cooper is giving her opening statement to the judge when all
hell breaks loose.. On trial is the supervillain called Mr. Gator,
half human, half alligator. The villain suddenly rises from his chair
and attacks her. Luckily, thereâs extra security there and they all
jump on the villain, prying her off the DA. He knocks them off his
body however and runs for the exit. Guns are fired at him, but his
scaly hide is not penetrated by the bullets and he walks out of the
Just as he leaves, Wade Hudson gets out of his car and spots him.
Without hesitation he gets back in his car and drives into Mr. Gator.
Wide eyed the villain sees the car coming but heâs too late to avoid
it and ends up on itâs hood, uncounscious.
Hudson gets out, 9mm handgun aimed at the villain.
Linda Coopers exclaims, âMy God! Havenât you ever heard of excessive
Hudson says, âThat only works for normal perps. These superpowered
crazies need excessive force. In fact, did you ever wonder how weâre
going to keep these thugs from breaking out of the Court Room?â
âMaybe we should ask Godling for help?â Cooper offers.
Hudson crosses his arms defiantly. âAre we going to keep turning to
that showboat for help? Isnât it time we started to fend for
ourselves? What if something happens to him? We need to be able to
fight back against these crazies. Without Godling.â
Godling lands at Tartarus II, the prison he made with the power of the
Spear of Destiny, Nuclear Warrior in his arms. The gates open and he
is greeted by one of the robotic guards, one of the New
âNew delivery,â Godling tells it.
âI will take care of it,â say the robot and takes Nuclear Warrior out
of the heroâs arms with its tentacles.
âI will pick him up when heâs ready to go to trial.â
The robot carried the villain further inside. Tartarus II was filled
with cells that were able to deal with the many superpowered thugs
captured when Master Destiny was arrested. There were bars made from
mythical steel, and some cells were filled with water, others with
fire. There was no escape possible.
Godling felt a little bad about what he had used his powers for.
Imprisoning people seemed wrong to him, even if it were all criminals.
It was the only way to keep New Troy safe from them however.
Godling flew off.
Master Destiny was sitting in a normal prison cell, in New Troyâs
regular prison. After all, without the Spear of Destiny he was just a
regular human being.
There was a doctor with him. Master Destiny looks about about ninety
Thereâs also a guard with the doctor, saying, âI donât get it. When he
came in hear he looked to be about forty years old.â
âI canât help you. Iâve never seen anything like this,â the doctor
Destiny says, softly, âThe Spear kept me from aging, without it Iâm
slowly aging again. I will die in this cell. I swear however, death
will not be the end of me!â
His eyes closed.
âHeâs dead,â the doctor says.
âWhat was that stuff about death being not the end?â the guard says.
âIt creeped me out.â
âRamblings of a dying man,â the doctor says.
They donât notice the strange shadow on the wall. The shadow that
seems to be the shape of a devil. Itâs there just briefly and gone in
Godling lands at the Coffee Pit, one of New Troyâs coffee bars. As
soon as heâs landed he changes into professor Quentin Alexander and
Officer Janson is already waiting for him at a table. She is out of
uniform, her hair loose, wearing a tank top and a skirt. She looks
âHi,â Quentin says. âFinally, the cup of coffee we planned on having.â
âYeah, my sick leave gives me the free time to catch up on my social
life,â Janson says.
Quentin sits down. âHow are you doing?â
âWell, okay I guess. The department issued Darlene and me some pretty
good shrinks. Although Darlene seems to have little need for one.
Sheâs already back on duty, taking out her anger on the bad guys.â
âIt must have been terrible for you, to be so helpless against Master
âIt couldâve been a whole lot worse if it wasnât for Godling. But
enough about that. Letâs leave it at the fact Iâm feeling better by
the day and hopefully will be back on the job soon. I want to get to
know you a little bit better.â
âSame here,â Quentin says with a smile. âIâm afraid Iâm not as
interesting a person as, say, Godling.â
âI doubt that. Tell me, did you always want to become a teacher?â
âNot exactly. Iâve always been interested in mythology however. Not
much to do with an interest like that but become a teacher. What about
you? Did you always want to be a cop?â
âEver since my sister got killed.â
âYour sister got killed? Thatâs awful!â
âI was just a kid, ten years old. She was just an innocent bystander,
killed in a drive-by shooting. Since then I guess I felt the desire to
protect people. I didnât want other kids to go through what I went
âDoesnât sound like an easy childhood,â Quentin says.
âYours was eve worse. I donât feel at ease with you feeling sorry for
my past.â She was probably talking about the death of Quentinâs own
parents and the fact his brother was in jail.
Quentin sighs. âLetâs just say we both have some baggage to carry
along. But letâs talk about nicer things, get to know each other a bit
better on another level. Like, what sort of music do you like?â
âI love folk punk. Street Dogs, Dropkick Murphyâs, Flogging Molly,â
Quentin gives her a blank look. âI have absolutely never heard of
them. Iâm more of a Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash lover myself.â That was
probably the age difference talking there, Quentin thought.
âI love Cash! Especially the American Recordings. In fact, thereâs
this Cash-tribute band playing tomorrow night, right here in New Troy.
Would you like to go there with me?â
Quentin smiles a big smile. âIâd love to.â
âGreat!â Janson exclaims and gives Quentin a quick peck on the cheek.
âHi,â someone says at that moment. Itâs Monica Sawyer, sheâs just
âMonica!â Quentin says and thinks, I almost feel like she caught me
cheating on her or something, how stupid is that?
âHello miss Sawyer,â Janson says.
âI just felt an urgent need for some frappacino,â Monica says. âI
didnât know you two were seeing each other.â
âWell, itâs not that exactlyâ¦ I mean, I --,â Quentin stammers.
âHe means today is the first day weâve been seeing each other without
me handcuffing him,â Janson says.
âKinky,â Monica says.
Quentin and Janson both get very red.
Here I am with this lovely young woman and Monica walks in and
suddenly I canât think about how good Monica smells, how great her
smile is, Quentin thinks.
At the other side of the city, in an abandoned building six men in
dark robes stand in a circle. Above their heads they hold gold swords
as they chant. âIkway-chai-da-way. Ikway-chai-da-way. Ikway-chai-da.â
>From a dark hole in the middle of the circle a giant scorpion tail
âWelcome, Scorpion God,â one of the men in robes says. âWe welcome you
to our dimension which we offer for you to take. Soon, Earth will be
NEXT: SCORPION GOD!
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