Champions Online Fan Fiction

This short story is copyright the author, 2012...

Jack was pretty exhausted, riding the elevator up to his penthouse flat. The doors opened and he tossed his jacket on the couch, went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. After changing into some sweats he got on the phone and checked his voice mail. There were five messages from Sarubudo. Better find out what he needs.

Sarubudo greeted him in his squeaky simian voice “Hey Jack!”. “Hey Saruboy, what's going on?”. Sarubudo went on to ask Jack for some advice on women, as he had met a girl his age (14) that seemed to be interested in him. Jack tried to help him but danced around the issue of Sarubudo being a manimal and technically not even a human. Sarubudo is a human/monkey hybrid created by a Japanese scientist. He is a master of the martial arts at his young age, and a very smart kid. “Well Saru, just remember that inter racial relationships can be tough. Your girlfriend may be OK with it, but her family and others may not.” “Oh....” Sarubudo said in a disappointed tone. “Now don't let that stop you just be aware that the possibility may exist ok?” “OK!” Sarubudo said his mood suddenly brighter.

They went on to make small talk for a while and he got off the phone with Sarubudo. Jack flipped the TV on and watched the news for a while. Gang violence in the west side at an all time high, Five officers killed at Purple Gang shootout, Irradiates out of control in the western desert. Lemurian Ambassador target of an assassination attempt. Jack began to nod off and said “Man I best get some sleep...” Then... his grip on the beer bottle tightened and his eyes widened, he was in agony. His hand crushed the beer bottle and glass shards embedded themselves in it, blood dripping on the carpet. His eyes began glowing red and his muscles bulged. His forehead became larger and more pronounced, the tips of his ears came to a point. The creature that was now sitting on the couch shook the glass from his hand and the cuts closed within seconds. In a deep raspy voice it said “But there is no rest for the wicked... Or for... CREEP JACK!!!”

Creep Jack cleaned the blood and glass from the carpet, then pulled a painting down from the wall. Behind it was a hole in the wall that he pulled two custom heavy caliber revolvers, a mac ten submachine gun, a pair of razor sharp sickles and some clothing and gear out of. He tied the leather mask around his now ugly face. Pulled the bullet hole ridden shirt over his chest and donned his torn pants. Time to get some work done he rasped.

The Purple Gang members sat around the table arguing about Rodney cheating at cards. “Come on man, how does a deck get five aces in it? I ask you that?!” Another guy with purple pants on and suspenders was walking in with a case of beer, a cigar dangling from his lip. Suddenly a red mist exploded in the room and, Creep Jack appeared in the room. Lightning fast, creep jack cut the fore end of the man's face off, the face and cigar landing on the floor. The man dropped the beer and slowly keeled over backwards. The gang members around the table stood up, knocking the card table over in their surprise! Creep Jack rasped: “Smoking was bad for him...” The four men dropped their cigarettes and cigars on the floor and quickly stomped them out. The Purple Boss in the corner chair said “What are you doing, idiots? KILL HIM!!!!” More red smoke and Creep Jack disappeared, avoiding a hail of gunfire that riddled the wall with bullet holes. “FIND HIM! NOW!!!” The boss growled.

The two purple suit wearing gangsters walked through the poorly lit warehouse, their pistols drawn, looking down each isle for their antagonist. “That guy gives me the serious creeps man...” Said the one man as they paused in their search. “Jerry?' He turned around to see his companion standing there shaking with fits. “Jerry?” He walked around to face Jerry and was shocked to see his head had been cloven in two. “HOLY FU....” *click click* a cold barrel pressed up against the back of his head... *BOOOOM!!!*....

The Purple Zoot Suit wearing boss hears the gunshot, and thinks it's time to leave. He grabs a brief case full of money and makes for the stair well.

The other two gangsters, hearing the shot, Run for that part of the warehouse and when they get there they are aghast at the gory sight. The one says to the other, “Man, this ain't worth the money man. I'm outta here!” A rasping voice from behind them says “You can't quit, you've been terminated...” Before they could turn around, the creep guns them both down with a burst from his mac ten. He then slowly looks upwards towards the ceiling.

“Look, just pull the car around OK, we need to get outta here like yesterday!!” The boss yells into his cell phone. The boss makes for a fire escape on the far side of the roof. One of the clasps comes free from the buldging briefcase and the boss bends down to re-fasten it. He hears the tink of metal against metal and realizes that a pair of sickles are now encompassing his neck, one on each side. A trickle of blood goes down the one side of his neck where the blade barely nicks it. “Look man, you can have whatever you want, this money, take it” Creep Jack stands behind him in silence. “Look what is it you want? Money? Drugs? Women?”. Still silence. “Look man I don't want to die!!!” Creep Jack rasps: “neither did those five police officers...” Creep Jack yanks the sickles in opposite directions and the man's head falls off, a gout of blood spraying upwards. The brief Case drops and the side falls open, blood specked money blowing around in the rainy night. Creep jack hears the sound of great wings flapping and something lands behind a stair well across from him. A man in a catholic priest's robes steps out from behind the stair enclosure. A reflection of moonlight coming from his rain specked glasses. Creep Jack smiles behind his mask and rasps: “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.....”