An original story (comic, whatever... it's the written version I presume) by my brother and posting for your reading pleasure. Looking through my old documents to provide some content considering I went through the submissions in my profile and just realized how little I contribute (apologies for that mates) and want to make up for lost time. All credit goes to my bro. TIN and TAN honestly and comment honestly, for his sake if you please.
Back when the 1st amendment used to actually mean something, we had a joke we used to tell at the bar after a job took place. “What’s the difference between a superhero and a Nazi?” Give up? “Nazis wear their underwear inside their pants”. Yeah, it’s a bad joke, but who would’ve known it’d be an excellent correlation for the fine mess that you, the little people, have gotten us into. Yes, you, the little people who brought us Manifest Destiny, Separate but Equal, and the “Patriot” Act have now ushered in a new era of peace and prosperity, with shiny new iron fists to help with the “rebuilding” phase. You traded swastikas and brown shirts for capes and masks. Now I know my, eh-hem, “provocative acts” have given me a “slight” demerit on my reputation, but I’ve been a sport. I paid my dues. I stood alongside giants and men on glorified stilts. I fought for my country. For every bounty on my head, there’s a medal on my chest to accompany it. I have been to the plateau; I know what it’s like to have been gazed upon as a God. But what did it get me?! You think that fancy league of theirs has retirement benefits! I lost everything! And what do I get? A heartfelt apology and the best of luck, well, enough semantics, I mean after all, this isn’t about me. Your mistake is that you think everyone who stands up to the status quo and says, “No”, you write him of as a maniac who just wants to watch the world burn. You, the little people. That just irks you right in the cockles of your heart when I say that, doesn’t it? You want to know the worst part, “villains” didn’t coin that phrase to describe you. No, your gods think of you as nothing more than an obstruction. You think they save your collective primitive asses from meteors and schmucks in metal suits because they want to?! Because it’s the right thing to do?! You’re an obstruction to them, a nuisance, and trust me; their agenda is higher up on the priorities list than your safety. You don’t think so, ask my wife, oh, wait, that’s right, you can’t, she’s just another statistic, another one of the many collective “oops” cases that these vile uncaring sycophants concoct onto their devil’s lists. And now, you put them in charge. Well, you weren’t always the brightest bunch of primates on this rock, but I think by now you should’ve figured out that a massive trauma is just life’s way of keeping you on your toes, not an excuse to give up everything you value for safety. You want to be safe? Do yourselves a favor and chain yourselves to your beds and never make an attempt to use a miniscule amount of strength to stand up, you might hurt yourselves again. Don’t worry; we’ll turn the light out when you’re gone. Now I know some of you must think I want to watch the world burn now, not really. I just don’t care if it does any more. But what’s the point of explaining it to you; after all you just proved that you are what they say you are, the little people. And frankly, you just won’t know any better until it’s too late. Enjoy your “utopia”, I’ll stand by the light for you.
From the diary of: Morton Lennon a.k.a. The Demon Skull, Reformation Night 7/4/12 Boston, MA
PANEL ONE: An auburn-haired young voluptuous woman with green eyes, a bright yellow bikini, and a smile is pushing along an unseen person towards the edge of a cliff while pointing to the edge. The sky is a clear azure with barely any clouds. The cliff itself is covered in bright green algae with gray boulders making up the grounds. There should be the beginnings of swirly emerald vines descending the cliff.
CAP: Oahu, HI June 22nd, 2012
CAP: It begins the same way. She's dragging me by my arm, laughing as her hair dances in the wind seemingly with a mind of its own. She smiles at me and says:
GLORIA: Come on, you've jumped out of helicopters and airplanes! You mean to tell me you're afraid of jumping off one measly cliff?
MORTON (OP): Yeah, but if you scratch the helicopter you don't get sued for alimony...
PANEL TWO: The couple, the man being shown as a well built red haired man with a tiny lightning bolt shaped scar under his right eye wearing a pair of black swim trunks, begin to make a dash for the edge of the cliff and progressively jump off the cliff with reckless abandon as they laughingly plunge into the aquamarine ocean, their arms up in the air as they continue to hold each other's hand. As they hit the water with a loud splash, a cascade of bubbles appears above them. The sun should be located on the upper right hand side of the panel with a small amount of clouds slightly obfuscating it, giving the hamlet some shade. The cliff should also have a small peppering of tropical bushes (monstera) and a few koa, ohai, and ficus banyan and trees.
GLORIA: I thought by now you would've trusted me not to hit you with a civil suit!
MORTON: The vows said to have and to hold it didn't say anything about trust--
CAP: We plummet into the briny depths, her fingers intertwined with mine as the water surrounds us, knowing nothing but happiness.
PANEL THREE: Gloria surfaces and gasps for air as the water drips from her hair and chin. Morton's hands can be seen as he is paddling in the water. The water is slightly choppy around where Gloria surfaces with a small amount of flotsam near where Morton surfaces.
GLORIA: GASP! You know I take that back, I may just sue you after all.
MORTON (OP): Said the unsuspecting maiden as she floated in the middle of the Pacific with no witnesses to hear her scream.
GLORIA: Who's to say you're not the one in trouble? You forget I was a first class All-American on the swim team at Stanford.
MORTON (OP): I didn't, I was hoping you did...
PANEL FOUR: Gloria is floating, endearingly staring at Morton as he puts his arms around her, a small smile forming on her face.
CAP: I hold her in my arms as we float together, not caring, not knowing, just content with being together...
GLORIA: You know it's that gallows humor of yours that always seems to get you into trouble.
MORTON (OP): As I recall it's also the reason you fell in love with me.
GLORIA: Not the main one, but I still love you, baby.
PANEL FIVE: CLOSE UP on the face of Morton Lennon, tears rolling down his face as the scene of Gloria in his arms is being played on his full-face visor. His scalp and chin are covered by a helmet with the chest displaying the horns and crown of his Demon Skull insignia. His chest plates are raised with the material under the plates a Kevlar mesh.
MORTON: I still love you too...
PANEL ONE: CLOSE UP On Morton as the visor has switched back to the DEMON SKULL insignia as he looks onto his next target menacingly.
CAP: SETTING: Boston MA June 22nd, 2045
CAP: Back to reality. This damn kid's had me waiting out here in the goddamn West End for four hours, and I'm starting to get pissed. I should be enjoying retirement now, my beautiful wife by my side enjoying our golden years before we slip into oblivion. Instead I'm here....
PANEL TWO: A young white man in a gray hooded sweatshirt is seen looking around as Demon Skull, the flaps from his olive green trench coat flailing in the wind, looks from atop of one of the abandoned rows of blue-green warehouses, dropping a hidden black rope with his foot in the process. The man has a blond soul patch with a black bandanna covering his forehead. His eyebrows are furrowed in his search with his eyes covered by a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses. The moon is peeking behind several dark cumulonimbus clouds with a short amount of stars dotting the night sky.
CAP: And so is he. Took the bastard long enough....
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull's feet are shown at the ledge, he then is shown dropping while grabbing the rope with his left hand, then grabbing the rope with his right and sliding down the length of the rope as the young man continues to look for him, unaware he is about to get an unexpected visit from behind.
DEMON SKULL (thought): All I know is I came down here for a reason, and if the info he's got isn't up to snuff, well--
PANEL FOUR: Demon Skull has grabbed the young man from behind, visibly shocking him as he screams in surprise. The young man's hood flies back slightly to reveal a head full of blonde cornrows. He is wearing dark blue jeans.
SFX: PIT PIT
DEMON SKULL (thought): --then he gets snuffed.
YOUNG MAN: Jesus Christ!
DEMON SKULL: T-Rain, I presume.
PANEL FIVE: T-Rain pulls back his hoodie as he exhales a sigh of relief. Demon Skull points at T-Rain and activates his Skull Shot (the Demon Skull's preferred weapon, a handheld insignia that forms from the nano gear and is capable of shooting bullets, a wide array of darts, and a grappling hook) to further emphasize his point.
T-RAIN: Yeah, man. Sorry I'm late; I had to make sure I wasn't being followed.
DEMON SKULL: A guy in a hooded sweatshirt wearing sunglasses at 2:30 in the morning looking over his shoulder constantly? No, nothing suspicious about that.
SFX: CHIK CHAK
DEMON SKULL: Now then, to the Mortisanctum, please. I suppose you're smart enough to know what happens if you're leading me into a trap.
PANEL ONE: T-Rain turns his back as he heads toward the Mortisanctum, his arms crossed in anger. The back of Demon Skull's head can be seen following him. The background should show a clear path with a row of warehouses being shown in a descending manner.
T-RAIN: Shoot, you must be tripping, DS, you know I ain't no rat.
DEMON SKULL: No but you do have a penchant for getting into messy situations, and don't call me DS.
T-RAIN: Man don't worry, it's just me, you, and my insurance policy.
PANEL TWO: WIDE SHOT of Demon Skull and T-Rain walking down the path to the Mortisanctum. Morton's coat is flapping and his arms are raised as he angrily berates T-Rain. T-Rain continues with his stride blissfully unaware of Morton's rantings. The darkened figure of a man looks on from the rooftop of a warehouse on the left side of the warehouse rows.
DEMON SKULL: Insurance policy?!
T-RAIN: It's just my boys Donovan and Wes. They're Boy Scouts, but they know the deal--
DEMON SKULL: Boy Scouts?! You stupid son of a bitch, do you forget just how badly the Politburo wants my head on a pole?!
T-RAIN: Name calling will get you nowhere, besides they don't know it's you I'm with.
CAP: Boy Scouts. Born from the assailing of the Politburo's early opponents, decrying the immobilization of all police forces to be incorporated into a wholly integrated part of Social Services in 2031, Chief Ian McManus of Boston inadvertently created the term when he referred to the action as turning highly trained police officers into "glorified Boy Scouts". The name stuck around. He didn't...
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull touches the left side of his chest with an open palm, activating his Paragon identity. T-Rain turns around, his hands inside the pockets of his sweatshirt, to reassure the panicking Demon Skull.
CAP: You need to have a contingency plan in this kind of work. Good thing for this suit, it would've sucked changing clothes in a back alley like the old days...
DEMON SKULL: You're lucky I've got nano gear or else I'd be adding three more murders to my rap sheet..
T-RAIN: You worry too much, my man. Ain't nothing gonna happen to us.
DEMON SKULL: Humor me, how is this situation not turning into a giant ball of flaming bullshit?
PANEL FOUR: T-Rain, an ear to ear smile on his face and his hands still in his shirt pockets, continues to reassure Morton as two figures drop down from the roof. One (WES) is a tall but stout officer with bulging arms rippling under the black mesh of his BPD uniform (the color scheme consists of a blue vest emblazoned with a white BPD on the chest. Every other part of the uniform is varying shades of black with the helmet being a black orb with a faceplate and BPD written on the forehead). The other officer (DONOVAN) is svelter and has a helmet with a breathing apparatus (think Darth Vader mixed with a pilot's air mask) and is wearing a gray vest with gray boots.
T-RAIN: Let's just say I'm psychic.
PANEL FIVE: The backs of the recently descended agents are shown as T-Rain greets them warmly while Demon Skull has his arms up in mock dismay at seeing the new traveling companions. Donovan should be shown floating in the air with his arms crossed.
WES: Well what've we got here, Donnie?
DONOVAN: Call me Donnie one more time and I swear I will make you believe you're a newborn gerbil for the rest of your natural life....
DEMON SKULL (thought): At least he shares my utter resentment for nicknames.
T-RAIN: Boys, this is--
DEMON SKULL: Paragon, Sentry Level-One from San Jose Sector-9519.
PANEL ONE: Wes is reaching for his weapon in a relaxed manner as Donovan begins to levitate with his arms crossed.
WES: Funny, we didn't receive no notification of your arrival through the proper channels.
DEMON SKULL: It's on a need to know basis, you know, as in more pressing than helping little old ladies cross the street.
DONOVAN: I assure you we are quite capable of handling any force that dares deter us.
PANEL TWO: T-Rain looks behind to reassure Demon Skull as the disguised villain puts his hand firmly on his shoulder.
SFX: PIT PAT
T-RAIN: See, these boys are professional. There's nothing to worry about.
DEMON SKULL: I believe you, kid.
DEMON SKULL (thought): My rap sheet is going to annihilate several forests after this one...
PANEL THREE: CLOSE UP of Wes and Donovan's faces. They are communicating telepathically.
DONOVAN (thought): Keep a close eye on the Sentry. Don’t radio for backup until I say so, capichze?
WES (thought): Yeah, yeah, will you cut that out? You know how much I hate it when you talk to me with your mind.
DONOVAN (thought): I'm sorry, I forgot how much you hate thinking...
PANEL FOUR: WIDE SHOT of the four adventurers continuing their march toward the Mortisanctum.
CAPTION: Gotta keep on my toes for this one. Boy Scouts are notorious for their lust for power. Funny, I remember when that used to be me...
DEMON SKULL: Are you two gonna make out or are we gonna find this thing?
WES: Point taken, asshole. Hey T-Rain, how far are we anyway?
T-RAIN: The next warehouse over, and I resent that you giant--
DONOVAN: Watch that tongue of yours, the both of you. You seem to forget this is our turf.
PANEL FIVE: The backs of the Boy Scouts are to the audience as well as a close up of the back of T-Rain and Demon Skull's heads.
DEMON SKULL: Well then perhaps our gracious hosts should lead the way.
WES: Well, if you're that interested in staring at my ass.
T-RAIN: Shut it, Wes!
DONOVAN: I concur, let's continue forth. Minus the stupid comments, Wes.
PANEL ONE: The tops of the Boy Scouts' helmets can be seen as Demon Skull and T-Rain discuss the situation, with Demon Skull ruffling his collar in anxiousness.
DEMON SKULL: Insurance policy, huh? Seems to me like the only good hands you're in would be your own.
T-RAIN: Relax, my man. The boys and I go way back, y'know?
DONOVAN: Not far back enough I'm afraid.
PANEL TWO: T-Rain has a look of shock on his face as Demon Skull and Donovan remain calm. Wes is shown unbuckling the strap of his service revolver.
T-RAIN: What the hell are you talking about?
WES: You really should've listened to him, T-Rain. Donnie, call for back-up.
DONOVAN (thought): Asshole...
CAP: You can never have a day where everything goes like it's supposed to, can you Mort?
T-RAIN: You rotten bastards! After everything I did for you!
WES: Calm down, Tim. Just relax and let us go through the proper channels.
PANEL THREE: Wes is pointing at T-Rain with his revolver drawn. Demon Skull, both of his Skull Shots armed moves T-Rain from the line of fire as Donovan touches his fingers to the side of his head (Professor X in attack stance). T-Rain follows suit.
T-RAIN: I know exactly what to do with pieces of corrupt crap like you!
WES: Looks like you're resisting arrest now, doesn't it?
DEMON SKULL: T-Rain, make yourself scarce. I can handle these--
T-RAIN: It's okay, Mort.
DEMON SKULL: How'd you--
PANEL FOUR: Donovan and T-Rain are locked in a psychic battle as the bullets flying from Demon Skull and Wes' guns either flying in different directions or stopping in mid-air.
SFX: BLAM BLAM BLAM
T-RAIN (thought): I told you, I'm psychic.
DEMON SKULL (thought): That you did.
PANEL FIVE: Demon Skull has taken to the air in an attempt to deliver a punishing jump kick to Wes as the bullets continue wither flying or stalling. T-Rain's face has turned beet red and is beginning to show signs of anguish.
SFX: BLAM BLAM BLAM
CAP: Why do things never denigrate into a loud shouting match or a car keying with me? No, it always ends with me dodging a cascade of bullets...
T-RAIN: I'm almost in his head, Mort!
WES: Mort?! As in, Mort Lennon?!--
DEMON SKULL: In the flesh, asshole.
SFX: BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull is in mid-air while performing a high jump kick. T-Rain, his nose bloodied from the mental battle, has a celebratory look on his face as Donovan grabs at his skull in severe pain, blood seeping through his mask. Wes is preparing to defend against Morton's attack and has lowered his firearm; A small amount of smoke escapes the recently fired weapon.
CAP: My body leaves the confines of gravity as I aim for my opponent's diaphragm.
T-RAIN: I...I...got him...
PANEL TWO: Wes smiles as he catches Demon Skull's foot in his open right palm and uses his other hand to fire the weapon. The scene should be an intense coma-white with black outlines of the characters around the area of the gun's flash (reference Sin City: The Hard Goodbye).
WES: Yeah, about that...
DEMON SKULL (OP): T-RAIN, NO!
CAP: He follows suit...
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull, still in mid-air, turns around to see T-Rain take a bullet to his diaphragm. A spurt of blood escapes from his mouth and chest as his arms flail at his side. The scene contains the same lighting from the previous panel.
DEMON SKULL (thought): Damn it!
CAP: ...and succeeds at his endeavor.
PANEL FOUR: T-Rain drops to his knees as the blood seeps out rapidly from his chest. His arms are at his side. The floor exhibits a white flash. Morton's right foot can be seen on the upper left side of the panel.
CAP: He revels in the moment for a slight moment as the blood begins to flow from the poor kid...
PANEL FIVE: The back of Wes' head takes up a good amount of the shot with a sizable bullet hole shown on the back of his head with blood spurting out of it. T-Rain grabs holds his chest with one arm and begins to use his mental abilities again, personified by putting his other hand to the side of his head again. Demon Skull's legs and part of his coat can be seen on the upper left hand of the panel.
CAP:...I make sure he never gets that opportunity again...
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull has descended and now has the mortally injured T-Rain in his arms; His eyes are beginning to roll back into his head and he is beginning to lose consciousness. Donovan continues to grab his head in pain as the blood continues to flow through his mask.
DEMON SKULL: You did a good job kid, although you should've put those powers to use and ducked.
T-RAIN: GHAA..Stop..M-making me laugh...ass!
CAP: The wound is more severe than I thought.
PANEL TWO: CLOSE UP of the back of Demon Skull's head as he continues holding T-Rain as he puts his hand to the side of his head one more time.
CAP: There's no way to make it to a hospital in time...
DEMON SKULL: Just relax, T-Rain. I'll get you out of here...
T-RAIN: Th-They're coming for you. I c-can hold them...grr...
DEMON SKULL: T-Rain...
T-RAIN: I-I can do it...
PANEL THREE: The Demon Skull gets up and fires both of his Skull Shots, one to put a bullet through Donovan's brain and a tranquilizer to put T-Rain out of his misery. Donovan's body goes completely limp as T-Rain, now lying on the floor, closes his eyes as the dart enters his neck. Blood from all of the dead folks' wounds is shown on the floor.
CAP: I do the only thing I can do for him now.
DEMON SKULL: Sorry, kid--
DEMON SKULL: --but you're of no use to me like this.
PANEL FOUR: Demon Skull steps over a puddle of blood to reach the door to the large blue-green warehouse.
CAP: If T-Rain picked up the fuzz's scent, which gives me less than ten minutes to find what I need to find.
PANEL FIVE: Demon Skull feels the door with his right hand and reaches behind his back to produce a small explosive. It resembles a small gray circle equipped with an LCD screen, black with red numbers, three buttons underneath the LCD screen, and a red and yellow wire sticking out from the back. He has reverted back to his Demon Skull persona.
CAP: According to my visor's analysis, the door's made up of a lutetium-tungsten carbide-ADNR alloy. Might as well have a sign with a giant arrow that says "Secret Mortisanctum Entrance".
PANEL ONE: CLOSE UP of the back of Demon Skull's head as he activates the timer on the explosive that he has stuck onto the warehouse door.
CAP: Good thing I loaded up on Matrix bombs. These babies can melt through diamond like a volcanic katana through warm butter.
SFX: BIP BIP BOOP
DEMON SKULL (thought): Ten seconds ought to be enough...
PANEL TWO: Demon Skull makes a mad dash for the side of the building and progressively gets to the far end of the building.
SFX: BEEP BEEP BEEP
CAP: The fallout from one of these babies is minimal, but the heat is so intense it would fry my suit's drives. Not an easy feat either.
SFX: PANT PANT
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull looks from behind the back of the warehouse and sees bright orange and white flashes of light with billowing gray smoke erupting from the site of the explosion.
CAP: Nine minutes now. I'd better speed things up seeing as I just gave them a fireworks display to guide them.
PANEL FOUR: The Demon Skull climbs over the smoking hole made by the Matrix bomb. He is grabbing his coattails with his left hand to prevent them from being burned.
CAP: Mortis was one cruel, uncaring, disingenuous son of a bitch, but what he lacked in compassion, he made up for in raw, unparalleled genius...
DEMON SKULL (thought): Should've left the London Fog at home...
PANEL FIVE: OVERHEAD VIEW of the Demon Skull walking down a swath of path between two large rows of stacked crates. The lighting is mostly dark with the only light being shone through the hole in the door.
CAP: Every Mortisanctum that has been discovered since his death contained a plethoric treasure trove of gadgets and scientific discoveries that at the very least greatly enhanced the technology available or at most, turned existing theories on their heads, set them on fire, shot them in the face, and threw them down a flight of stairs.
PANEL ONE: This can be done in any manner of way you feel would look best. We could break it down into three panels where the Demon Skull turns on his night vision and spies a large neon green skull with the phrase "Everything's got a moral, if you can only find it" from Alice in Wonderland written in huge letters around the skull in the same neon green color. Splotches of paint should come off the letters and skull, making it look like a rushed job. One way to do it is to break it up into three panels, the first being of Demon Skull putting his index and middle finger to the side of his head to activate his night vision. The second panel shows a first person view of Demon Skull seeing the makings of the phrase from his visor, the panel in this one being mostly green to accent the fact that he's basically seeing through night vision goggles, with a bar on the right hand side shown to toggle how light or dark he would like the scene to be. The third panel would show Demon Skull from behind looking at the full scene with an arrow pointing to a submarine door lock. The other way to do it would be a single panel with the back Demon Skull being shown staring at the writings while walking toward the submarine door lock with the other described panels being shown scattered around the scene.
CAP: An Alice in Wonderland quote? For a guy with a taste for the macabre, he sure did enjoy his children's story/serial killer clichés...
PANEL TWO: Demon Skull has opened the door lock and is shown dropping a Matrix bomb down the tunnel. The view should be as if you are looking up from the tunnel.
SFX: BIP BOOP BIP
CAP: ....He also had a thing for deceptively easy entrances....
PANEL THREE: The Matrix bomb travels down the tunnel and activates a laser trap. A smaller panel should show a laser cutting the bomb in half, activating it.
CAP: Six minutes now...
PANEL FOUR: The Demon Skull steps back as a plume of fire and smoke escape the tunnel.
CAP: ...and as usual, I've given my hunters the gift of fireworks.
PANEL ONE: The Demon Skull makes a run for and jumps down the now smoldering tunnel, his coattails floating in the air.
CAP: Hopefully they have incredibly small attention spans.
PANEL TWO: The Demon Skull is rapidly descending down the tunnel. The structure is gray with various smoldering laser emitters and large burn marks along with wires pouring out of the walls and short sparks coming from the laser emitters.
CAP: The last Mortisanctum they busted open enabled us to cheaply manufacture Yellow Sun, giving the government carte blanche in whom to allow into their little "super-powered community".
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull lands on his feet to discover a large laboratory setting. The lighting in this room should be quite dark, with the only lights coming from three neon green containment tubes in the center right of the room and the yellow and red lights coming from the large U-shaped computer console in the middle of the room. The containment tube on the far left has a female form floating inside. The second tube has an amorphous shape intended to look like a failed experiment with the third tube being empty.
SFX: PIT PAT
CAP: Maybe there's something here I can use to bring the fight to those sanctimonious assholes right on their doorstep.
PANEL FOUR: BACK SHOT of Demon Skull heading towards the console. The light turns on, revealing the female to be a golden-skinned bombshell with silvery-white hair (GODIVA). A cascade of bubbles hides her feminine parts and there is an oxygen tube protruding from her mouth. The mass in the second tube is a mass of grey colored organs, intestines, kidneys, and livers mostly.
CAP: Shit. From the looks of things I just stumbled into one of his old genetics experiments. I don't think there's much here that can help--
COMPUTER: Welcome home, Nicholas.
DEMON SKULL (thought): Jesus, it can't be..
PANEL FIVE: The Demon Skull looks at the tube. Behind him are glass cases filled with Mortis helmets, which are a glossy black (they're basically orbs with a PS3-type finish) with white and neon green Mortis skulls, and black clothing meant to be his uniforms.
CAP: I saw her die. I held her in my arms when she took her last breath. It can't be...
PANEL SIX: CLOSE UP of the female floating in the tube. Bubbles continually cover her nipples and crotch area.
DEMON SKULL (OP): Gloria?
PANEL ONE: BACK SHOT of the woman in the tube, again a cascade of bubbles conceals her backside. The Demon Skull is shown pressing his hand to the glass.
CAP: Her skin and hair color have been altered, but she's a dead ringer.
PANEL TWO: Unbeknownst to the Demon Skull, two operatives have descended the tunnel and are advancing towards him with another on the way. One of them, R.I.G.NITON, is a large-heavy man with black and white cybernetic implants taking up the whole of his body with the exception of his face and left eye. His right eye has a monocle-like attachment with a large cable running from the eye to the spine. A second soldier, DEATH VISION, is seen dropping from the tunnel. He is wearing a full black body suit with a single red laser eye (think HAL-9000) in the middle of his mask and chest. The third, a generic BPD Boy Scout wearing a blue and black suit is seen climbing down the ladder.
SFX: CHIKK CHAKK
R.I.G.NITION: Morton Lennon, long time no see. I didn't recognize you without tears streaming down your face.
DEMON SKULL: Roger Ignatius, so the Politburo has you doing their dirty work now, huh?
R.I.G.NITION: Hey, I go where the money goes, and seeing as we rule the world, I think I'm in the right line of work for now.
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull turns around and aims his Skull Shot at the agents. The woman in the tube should still be shown.
R.I.G.NITION (OP): I suppose it would be insulting to think you'll go quietly.
DEMON SKULL: That's a fair assumption. I suppose it would be insulting to think you're a self-righteous bastard who deserves to die a horrid, blood-stained death in a gutter somewhere.
PANEL THREE: R.I.G.NITION and Death Vision both emit powerful red lasers (R.I.G.NITION from his right arm coming from a small cannon, Death Vision from his arms and face.) that knock Demon Skull back as the Boy Scout watches on.
R.I.G.NITION: You know that moronic humor of yours is what gets you into these situations.
DEMON SKULL: GAHH
PANEL FOUR: Demon Skull crashes into the containment tube containing the woman, leaving a large crack in the glass with small spots of green liquid beginning to pour out.
SFX: KRAAK, FFFFSSSTTT
DEMON SKULL: OOF!
PANEL ONE: The woman opens her eyes. Small bubbles escape from her nose and mouth.
DEMON SKULL (OP): As I recall it's also the reason you fell in love with me.
PANEL TWO: R.I.G.NITION has his left hand tightly clenched around Demon Skull's neck as he attempts to choke him while holding him up to the tube. The Boy Scout can be seen in the background aiming his rifle at the struggling Demon Skull.
R.I.G.NITION: I think I'll pull your spine out through your throat, see how long it takes you to re-grow it, and then rip it out again.
SFX: BAM KRIK
DEMON SKULL: GLECK...HUFF...Oh....a...Prometheus fan....aren't..HACK...we.....BLECK!
BOY SCOUT: I can give him a nice slug right between the eyes, it'll make his face prettier.
PANEL THREE: The back of R.I.G.NITION is shown as he tightens his grip around the Demon Skull's neck. Inside the tube, the woman let's out a bubbly shriek and winds up her fist in an attempt to break through the glass.
R.I.G.NITION: No, he's a traitor to his country. He deserves the worst kind of--WHAT THE?
PANEL FOUR: The tube breaks open, spilling the liquid and getting everyone caught in the sudden flood. The Boy Scout gets hit slightly by the flood but holds onto the computer console with a firm grip, dropping his rifle. The Demon Skull and Godiva barrel out of the back end of the flood with R.I.G.NITION and Death Vision pinned to the wall by the sudden rush of liquid.
SFX: KRAAK BLOOSH
PANEL FIVE: The floor and everyone in the room is soaked. R.I.G.NITION can be seen emitting sparks as he attempts to get up. Death Vision attempts to grab the corner of the console to pull himself up. Demon Skull and Godiva are both sitting with Demon Skull making the attempt to get up. The Boy Scout has picked up his rifle.
SFX: DRIP DRIP
DEMON SKULL (thought): Just as I planned...
R.I.G.NITION: I'm gonna rip out yer--GAHH!
DEATH VISION: Oh God, I think I broke a rib.
BOY SCOUT: Leave it to me you big puss...
PANEL ONE: The Boy Scout has his rifle aimed once again, this time he has the Demon Skull dead to rights as the corner of his head can be shown in his sights. R.I.G.NITION can be seen attempting to stand up, his arm is still sparking.
BOY SCOUT: ...I'm gonna make Sentry for this one.
R.I.G.NITION (OP): He's juiced, you moron--GHAA Jesus! Didn't you read the file?!
CAP: Juiced - The act of DNA being permanently recombinated due to high levels of exposure to Yellow Sun. In my case, blowing my brains out would only piss me off.
PANEL TWO: The Demon Skull pops out his Skullshot to defend himself, but Godiva unleashes a furious laser blast from her left hand. A piece of the tube is embedded in her stomach, but there is no blood escaping.
DEMON SKULL: Jesus, you're hurt! As soon as I waste this guy--
BOY SCOUT (OP): NGGAHH!!
PANEL THREE: The Boy Scout is shown from behind with his torso charred to illustrate disintegration as he is engulfed by Godiva's laser blast. The Demon Skull looks on incredulously as Godiva continues the blast.
DEMON SKULL: I can never be the hero with you, can I?
PANEL FOUR: The Demon Skull has gotten to his feet and is supporting Godiva on his shoulder as he begins the walk towards the tunnel. He shoots Death Vision in the neck with a tranquilizer dart and mocks R.I.G.NITION, who is still futilely attempting to get to his feet as he continues to spark sporadically. He should have a grimace of pain on his face. There should also be a plume of smoke escaping from behind the console where the Boy Scout was standing.
R.I.G.NITION: I swear when I get up--
DEMON SKULL: Hang on a second, Riggy. Hey, where do you think you're going?
DEATH VISION: GHAA
DEMON SKULL: Anyway, you were saying?
PANEL FIVE: Demon Skull and Godiva are under the tunnel. Demon Skull has his left arm outstretched in order to activate the grappling hook on his Skull Shot. Godiva grabs a hold of Demon Skull's right arm and looks up. R.I.G.NITON has risen to his feet and is about to shoot the duo while continuing to spark. Behind the Demon Skull should be lying the lower half of the Boy Scout's body with the torso reduced to ash.
DEMON SKULL: As soon as I get you out of here, I'll get you some medical attention. Now hang on tight.
R.I.G.NITION: GHAA--I gotcha...right in my sights...ya son of a...GHAA
GODIVA: Hang on tightly.
DEMON SKULL: That's great, R.I...Hey you can t--
PANEL SIX: Repeat the panel. Godiva has grabbed on to Demon Skull and taken to the air, only the tips of their feet are visible. R.I.G.NITION looks on in bewilderment.
R.I.G.NITION: Ching, get off your ass, you've got a bogey headed your way..AAAHH!
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull and Godiva are ascending rapidly with smoke, Demon Skull's coat tail, and dust covering Godiva's lady parts. Godiva has her right arm outstretched and has a slightly annoyed look on her face as the Demon Skull makes another joke. They have already escaped the tunnel.
DEMON SKULL: You know, you're starting to make me look bad.
DEMON SKULL: So, do you have any other words in your vocabulary?
PANEL TWO: The duo reaches the roof. Godiva punches a hole through the structure, taking a large chunk out of it while allowing Demon Skull to hit his head.
DEMON SKULL: OW!
GODIVA: Watch your head.
PANEL THREE: The duo make a large leap out of the hole and take to the skies as the warehouse emits a small plume of smoke and dust. The roof should have a large hole in it.
DEMON SKULL: Thanks for the tip, ya bronze bimbo!
PANEL FOUR: Demon Skull and Godiva continue their flight. Godiva has a grimace on her face as Demon Skull looks behind to find a P.O.J (Politburo of the Order of Justice) copter appear from behind the clouds with a loud flash. The copter resembles a streamlined Blackhawk with missile turrets on the side. It is being piloted by a Boy Scout in red and black gear, who has a firm grip on the steering control. In the middle seat is I-CHING, an Asian male wearing a silvery white suit with I-ching writing on his mask and his chest. He has a space missing near his mouth and nostrils. On the left just to the right of the missile turret is BULLETFACE, an Italian-American man wearing a hood with large goggles, a cowl, and a gun barrel where the nose and mouth should be. He is foolishly hanging on to the bar inside the helicopter as he shoots at the flying duo with a scoped Magnum. Demon Skull gets grazed on the shoulder and a bullet hole in his coat for his troubles.
SFX: FPP FPP FPP FPP FPP
GODIVA: I could still drop you, you know...
DEMON SKULL: OW! Actually, if you wouldn't mind...
PANEL FIVE: A side view of the helicopter shows Bulletface getting back in his seat as the pilot fires a missile at the duo. Godiva lets go of Demon Skull, who free falls for a split second and activates the grappling hook which attaches itself to the nose of the helicopter. He swings down with the helicopter as it fires a missile at Godiva. Demon Skull narrowly avoids it as Godiva catches the missile with one hand.
SFX: FPP FPP FPP FPP FPP
DEMON SKULL: Thank yo-AAAH
GODIVA: You're such a girl.
PANEL SIX: Godiva throws the missile at the helicopter. The helicopter and Demon Skull disappear with a white flash emanating in the sky.
PANEL ONE: CLOSE UP of the Demon Skull as he reappears still attached to the helicopter's nose with his left skull shot. The missile narrowly misses him, but another hole is added to his coat as Bulletface continues to shoot at him.
DEMON SKULL: That coat sent me back 600 bucks you bastard!
PANEL TWO: A bullet barely misses the right side of the Demon Skull's head as he uses his other Skull Shot to steady himself and grab on to the helicopter treads.
CAP: Twenty years of training teaches you a few things when you're in the situations I seem to find myself in regularly. I've narrowed it to three main rules.
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull kicks off from the treads and swings back, activating the zip line on his Skull Shot as he shoots up towards the cockpit. He continues dodging bullets along the way.
SFX: BLAM BLAM BLAM
CAP: The main thing is to never let the circumstances, now matter how dire they are, cloud your judgment....
PANEL FOUR: Demon Skull has made it to Bulletface's side and fires a shot at Bulletface, hitting him in the shoulder and causing him to drop his gun.
CAP: ...The other thing is to never let an opportunity to complete your mission pass you by...
BULLETFACE: Oh God!
DEMON SKULL: Sorry, he's unavailable at the moment; I'll be your chaperone to the afterlife this evening.
PANEL ONE: The helicopter disappears in a flash, leaving the Demon Skull in freefall. Godiva can be seen in the distance. This may all be done as a splash page as well.
CAP: ...And if all of that fails, you'd better hope you have someone there to save your ass.
DEMON SKULL (thought): Please have enhanced hearing...
DEMON SKULL: A little help, if possible?!
PANEL TWO: The helicopter reappears right under the falling Demon Skull. Godiva flies toward him with immense speed, she is still too far to reach him.
SFX: FPP FPP FPP FPP FPP
CAP: I've never been one to pray, and it's mostly due to the whole "God's not real" thing, but when you're faced with an agonizingly painful experience which may kill you one aerial mile down, and your only hope for survival is a good four aerial miles away, desperation forces you to go back on your principles...
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull is miraculously grabbed by Godiva, with the blades only barely touching the bottom part of his coat tails.
SFX: FPP FPP FPP FPP FPP
CAP: ...Or some crazy shit happens and you chalk it all up to luck.
DEMON SKULL: WHEW!
PANEL FOUR: Godiva, her hair covering her breasts, is becoming enveloped by a familiar white flash. The back of the Demon Skull's head can be seen as well as his hand grabbing Godiva's.
GODIVA: This is going to feel very weird.
DEMON SKULL: Not as weird as getting chopped up by helicopter blades, I hope...
PANEL FIVE: Godiva and Demon Skull reappear floating near the roof of an abandoned grey office building. Some of the dim, partially broken windows have been boarded up while others remain either smashed or untouched. The duo appears to be floating down in a spiral while holding each other's hands.
DEMON SKULL: Yup, just as weird.
PANEL ONE: CLOSE UP on Demon Skull and Godiva as they continue floating down. In the background, the helicopter reappears with the duo in range.
DEMON SKULL: So you can teleport too, huh?
GODIVA: Apparently so.
PANEL TWO: The helicopter fires another missile. The pilot has a villainous smirk on his face. The missile obstructs the view of the other passengers.
PILOT: Some champagne for the lovers?
PANEL THREE: The back of the missile is flaring towards the duo. They are still floating down in front of the building with more broken windows behind them. Demon Skull is staring straight at the missile while Godiva remains calm.
DEMON SKULL: Oh shi--
PANEL FOUR: The missile crashes straight into the building, demolishing it. Large puffs of smoke escape the wreckage as a cascade of glass, bricks, and burning plastic fall to the ground. Demon Skull and Godiva are nowhere to be found.
PILOT (OP): Targets eliminated.
PANEL FIVE: Demon Skull and Godiva have appeared in the back seat of the helicopter, the white flash caused by the teleportation beginning to dissipate. Godiva looks on with a smirk on her face as Demon Skull presses his Skull Shot to I-Ching's medulla oblongata. Bulletface's cowl is obstructed.
PANEL SIX: I-Ching and the pilot have noticeably grim looks on their face as they continue their flight.
I-CHING: ...I believe you missed.
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull keeps his left Skull Shot steadily at I-Ching's head. Godiva takes the opportunity to tear the glass out of her abdomen. A tiny sprits of glowing white blood should faintly appear over the wound and knife.
CAP: One of the other things you learn is how to be a keen and courteous negotiator.
I-CHING (OP): A pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Lennon.
DEMON SKULL: Regrettably, we won't be meeting face to face at this juncture. You're to teleport us somewhere in the vicinity of the South End. Any attempts to do otherwise will result in a tragic aerial catastrophe.
PANEL TWO: I-Ching is in full view with the Skull Shot still at his head. Tiny molecules of sweat appear near the open mouth piece of the Boy Scout's helmet. Bulletface holds his arm in clear discomfort. I-Ching maintains a confident smirk.
DEMON SKULL (OP): Clear?
DEMON SKULL (OP): Good, you have two seconds...
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull and Godiva appear in the middle of a deserted alley in a flash of white light. Godiva is floating in mid-air as Demon Skull stays standing, his left hand still in shooting position, his coat flapping in the air. On the right side of the alley is the wall of a brick red office building. There are various postings and graffiti as well as two garbage cans, one turned over with small amounts of paper, food, and other refuse. The left side of the alley shows the wall of a small gray office building and the wall of another brick red building covered in P.O.J. propaganda (most prevalent is a Boy Scout recruitment poster with the Ultra Superior performing an iconic Uncle Sam pose). In between the buildings is a small opening with a large blue dumpster in the space.
DEMON SKULL: Well, that was painless. Good thing, there's a surprisingly short supply of straight shooters these days.
PANEL FOUR: Demon Skull gets a face full of Godiva's body as she gives him a light smack upside the head. Demon Skull begins to take off his coat.
DEMON SKULL: Now let's have a look at that w--HEY!
GODIVA: Wishful thinking, now would you mind lending a lady your coat?
PANEL FIVE: Demon Skull looks down the alley as Godiva floats as she closes the coat. Behind the pair, R.I.G.NITION, Death Vision, and I-Ching reappear in the same flash of white light.
GODIVA: So where to?
DEMON SKULL: We're off to see a friend. That is after we deal with some of our more recent acquaintances...
PANEL ONE: R.I.G.NITION, I-Ching, who is now floating in the lotus position, and Death Vision, whose hands glow red with rage, appear to taunt the fugitives.
CAP: Short supply of straight shooters. I stand corrected...
R.I.G.NITION: Now then, where were we?
PANEL TWO: Godiva looks in surprise as Demon Skull attempts to grab her and make a run for it, only to find that I-Ching has teleported to the exit and is blocking the way.
DEMON SKULL: We were leaving and you were thoroughly enjoying a generous portion of our dust. Shall we m--
I-CHING: Why in such a hurry, Mr. Lennon? After all, we haven't had our proper face time.
PANEL THREE: A huge brawl ensues as I-Ching teleports to the left, right, and behind Demon Skull while throwing a punch, dodging, and kicking. Demon Skull's head jerks in confusion as he tries to catch up with I-Ching's movements. He fires his Skull Shots randomly where I-Ching has appeared. R.I.G.NITION and Death Vision aim a powerful combined blast at Godiva, who dodges the blast with her own use of teleportation and begins to emit a crackling yellow orb of energy from her right hand.
SFX: SHOUW SHOUW SHOUW
CAP: He's like lightning on steroids, and I hate wasting bullets...
SFX: BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
I-CHING: You know, for every bullet....
I-CHING: ...that you are wasting on me....
I-CHING: ...there is a chance innocent blood could be spilled...
DEMON SKULL: So then hold still!
R.I.G.NITION: Blast the bitch!
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull stops shooting and begins defending I-Ching's barrage of teleporting kicks and punches to the face (which he lands), his ribs (lands), and knee (he gets blocked). R.I.G.NITION and Death Vision leap to their respective sides to avoid the blast emitted by Godiva. Death Vision is hit in the right arm.
SFX: SHOUW SHOUW SHOUW
I-CHING: You almost caught me that time.
DEMON SKULL: I know you're kicking--ow--all sorts of--GYAA--ass at the moment, but do you mi--GUHH!
DEATH VISION: You'll be a hero you told me--OH GOD!
R.I.G.NITION: Grow some balls, you overgrown lighter!
PANEL TWO: Demon Skull ducks as I-Ching is blasted on the right side of his face.
DEMON SKULL: Thank you...
PANEL THREE: I-Ching angrily performs a psychic maneuver on the surprised Godiva, who receives shocking psychological torture showing elements of her creation as she screams in mental anguish. There should be a silver bolt connecting I-Ching's head to Godiva's. He is also attempting to soothe the burn from the energy blast. In a small bubble behind Godiva there should be a scene of her emitting a bubbly scream inside the containment tube as the evil DR. MORTIS looks on. All we see of him is his mask adorned with his neon green insignia.
PANEL FOUR: Demon Skull is hit in the chest with a beam by surprise as he watches the scene unfold.
DEMON SKULL: Glori-AAH!
PANEL FIVE: Godiva lies on the ground under an induced catatonic state as R.I.G.NITION and Death Vision begin to mercilessly kick the Demon Skull as he writhes helplessly on the ground. I-Ching's boots should be shown floating above Godiva.
R.I.G.NITION: So what was that you were saying about how I deserve to die, huh?
I-CHING (OP): Do not kill him.
DEATH VISION: Like it says in the file, the guy's juiced...
PAGE TWENTY ONE
PANEL ONE: R.I.G.NITION and Death Vision have helped the Demon Skull to his feet, though with devious intentions as R.I.G.NITION delivers a punishing blow to Demon Skull's sternum.
DEATH VISION: ...there's no reason we can't have a little fun before we turn him in.
DEMON SKULL: How heroic of y-OOF!
DEMON SKULL (weakly): You forget we're in a gutter somewhere...
PANEL TWO: R.I.G.NITION grabs a hold of the slumping Demon Skull as Death Vision fires a combined energy blast from his eye and left hand directly at the Demon Skull's face. The insignia on his mask becomes blurry and staticky as a puff of smoke billows from the point of impact.
R.I.G.NITION: Give him the chemical peel.
DEMON SKULL: GYAAHHH!
DEATH VISION: What, no wise-ass comment?
PANEL THREE: Morton's face is shown inside the Demon Skull mask screaming in agony as the left side of his face begins to boil and smoke with the intense heat generated by the blast. He should be shown with a black eye and a small cut on his cheek that has a surprisingly large amount of blood coming out.
CAP: I can feel my skin boil as the searing heat melts the nano gear along with my face. The acrid smell of burning meat and hair fills my nostrils as I stand helplessly, the pain preventing me from doing anything other than screaming violently as I twist and writhe to attempt to extricate myself...
PANEL FOUR: Godiva momentarily awakens from her coma as the scene continues from behind her. I-Ching's heels are shown as he watches the two agents torture the Demon Skull.
CAP: God, if you're up there...
PANEL FIVE: Godiva emits an enormous blast of energy. I-Ching teleports in a silver flash as Death Vision is obliterated by the ray, the black outline of his body being encompassed by the blast. R.I.G.NITION watches in horror as his left arm is vaporized in the blast.
DEATH VISION: GYARRGH!
CAP: ...I'm chalking this one up to luck again. Sorry.
PAGE TWENTY TWO
PANEL ONE: I-Ching reappears and looks behind, catching a glimpse of R.I.G.NITION grasping at his left arm in pain as Demon Skull, his face still smoking, attempts to pick himself up off the ground.
PANEL TWO: I-Ching has walked over to the weakened Demon Skull. The top of Demon Skull's head can be seen.
I-CHING: If you will come with me, we may end this encounter with no further bloodshed....
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull fires a dart from his Skull Shot that pierces the floating I-Ching's leg.
DEMON SKULL: No thanks...
PANEL FOUR: I-Ching has collapsed to the ground, where Demon Skull fires another dart for good measure.
DEMON SKULL: ...I told you you'd be eating my dust, and straight shooters are in short supply.
PANEL FIVE: The Demon Skull walks over to the once again unconcious Godiva. Death Vision's body smolders in the background as R.I.G.NITION continues to writhe in pain while I-Ching lies still in a drig-induced stupor.
CAP: Once again I stand victorious, and yet again I have another time limit over my head. After this scene, the streets will be littered with choppers, Boy Scouts, and some more famous faces in a matter of minutes...
PANEL SIX: Demon Skull carries Godiva in his arms as he runs out of the alley. R.I.G.NITION radios for back-up as he lies on the floor.
CAP: ...And one man and a passed-out goddess are still no match for the entire brunt of the Politburo's New England Initiative.
R.I.G.NITION: Sentries down...requesting all available...nggh...units...to Park and Union...
PAGE TWENTY THREE
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull runs frantically down the street while still holding on to Godiva. He passes by the front of the building which has a giant propaganda poster portraying several Boy Scouts with the phrase "Evil Never Sleeps, And Neither Do We" on the bottom right hand corner.
CAP: At this rate I have six minutes to get to Albany and Dedham...
PANEL TWO: A POJ chopper appears in the distance with the searchlight on. Demon Skull turns his head slightly and sees the helicopter with his peripheral vision as he passes another building, this time appearing bluish-grey in color. The lighting here should be very dark, almost Frank Miller-esque.
SFX: FFPP FFPP FFPP FFPP FFPP
CAP: ...Or six seconds, my math gets a little hazy when my face nearly combusts.
PANEL THREE: Demon Skull stands by the side of the building as the helicopter searches the street he's on, kicking up a cloud of dust. To the left should be a normal sized window.
SFX: FFPP FFPP FFPP
CAP: At times like these, one can only work with the tools he has at his disposal.
PANEL FOUR: OVERHEAD VIEW of the helicopter nearing the side of the building where Demon Skull is hiding. The building itself is shown to be three stories high with a large satellite dish and several rows of A/C units on the roof. A row of four windows line each story.The building next to it is shown to have a gray roof with another row of A/C units just barely discernible through the spinning helicopter blades. Demon Skull is still holding Godiva.
SFX: FFPP FFPP FFPP
CAP: Sometimes it means committing murder...
PANEL FIVE: Repeat the third panel. The light of the helicopter shines it's light where Demon Skull was standing to reveal nothing standing there. The window to the left has been broken.
SFX: FFPP FFPP FFPP FFPP FFPP
CAP: Sometimes it means a small act of breaking and entering.
PAGE TWENTY FOUR
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull has broken into an apartment. He looks through the broken glass as the searchlight passes right by it, kicking dust and a poster into the apartment. The room is extremely dark except where Demon Skull and the window are and the wall is mahogany with random etchings on the walls indicating wall paper. Godiva's hair can be seen in front of Demon Skull.
SFX: FFPP FFPP FFPP FFPP
CAP: Either way, immorality has many unexpected consequences you just can't factor into your planning...
PANEL TWO: Demon Skull is still looking out the window holding Godiva. Behind him, an elderly couple cower in fear, with the old woman (RITA) grabbing the old man (JOHN) in an intense, fearful embrace. There is a large bed with beige pillows and brown covers that have been tossed off the bed in the middle of the room with various photos of family and a landscape painting on the wall where the couple is standing. A nightstand is shown next to the bed with a reddish-brown jewelery box and small porcelain figurines of two children playing. The lighting should still indicate that the searchlight is nearby.
SFX: FFPP FFPP FFPP FFPP
RITA: I'm scared, John.
JOHN: Just stay close, Rita.
PANEL THREE: John stares at the Demon Skull, who looks back at him. The rest of the room where Demon Skull is standing should show a mirror on the wall where the old couple is reflected. To Demon Skull's right is a small cabinet with a snow globe on the top. Inside the globe is a replica of Fenway Park. The lighting should now be dark all over once again.
JOHN: Please, we've got barely any money, just leave us in peace.
PANEL FOUR: CLOSE UP on Demon Skull's face as he stares at the couple.
CAP: I stare at the couple, clenching each other, paralyzed with fear. I should feel pity...
PANEL FIVE: CLOSE UP on the old couple. John continues holding on to Rita who has tears rolling down her cheeks.
CAP: ...Instead I feel an immense rage welling up inside me. Rage at the happiness I should've had. The happiness that they were able to experience...
PANEL SIX: CLOSE UP on the cabinet. Demon Skull has departed the home and left seven one hundred dollar bills on the cabinet, covering them with the snow globe to make sure they don't fly out the window. The bills flap in the wind.
CAP: ...Still, we can't all be monsters.
PAGE TWENTY FIVE
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull passes by another alley way where he spies his destination, a small bar called the Ace Hole. The bar itself is a small vividly red building with a large red metal door that has a slot for viewing visitors. A sign above the door features the words "The Ace Hole" written in cursive with red neon lights and blue and red neon playing card symbols (blue for club and spade, red for heart and diamond). There is a satellite dish on the roof. The building next to it appears to be a forest green warehouse. The building Demon Skull is standing next to is a rustic brown with an advertisement for "Supes" Cola.
CAP: I made it. Now let's just hope he's home. Seeing as I just killed two men and had a hand in killing a Sentry, safe bet is the search won't be called off until I'm in a body bag or they get frustrated.
PANEL TWO: A black male in his late twenties (ROYAL ACE) wearing cornrows and a white shirt with a large red diamond in the chest area watches the news as the sudden banging on his front door draws his attention. The bar's walls are oak panels with sports memorabilia (New England Patriots, Boston Red Sox, New England Revolution, etc.) while the TV he is watching is on a platform hanging above the bar.
SFX: BANG BANG BANG
TV: We have a late breaking development in an abandoned row of warehouses in the industrial district of the West End as two police officers were tragically found dead of with evidence of a massive gun battle present as the floor is littered with shells--
ROYAL ACE: Whoever it is, they'd better have money or a nice pair o' jugs...
PANEL THREE: Royal Ace walks to the door where he puts his hand to the slot. Demon Skull continues to bang on the door. Demon Skull's voice is heard behind the door.
SFX: BANG BANG BANG BANG
ROYAL ACE: Patience is a virtue, ya sodding wanker!
TV (OP): --Near the slain officers lay the body of an unidentified white male who seemed--
DEMON SKULL: So is having proper syntax!
ROYAL ACE (thought): Naw, can't be...
PANEL FOUR: Royal Ace opens the slot and is surprised to find Demon Skull holding Godiva.
ROYAL ACE: Mort, you daft nutter! I know you didn't show up at my front door in bloody uniform!
DEMON SKULL: If you were privy to the circumstances--
ROYAL ACE: Did these circumstances include murdering two police officers in the West End?!
PANEL FIVE: CLOSE UP on Demon Skull's face as he explains himself. He is rewarded with the slot being slammed in his face.
DEMON SKULL: Maybe...
PANEL SIX: Royal Ace clutches his forehead in anger as Demon Skull threatens him on the other side of the door.
DEMON SKULL: You know I have absolutely no qualms with blowing up your door, right?
ROYAL ACE: Grr..
PANEL SEVEN: Royal Ace angrily opens the door and allows Demon Skull in with a gesture. We see two tables the same color as the walls with thre bar stools on either side with the same oak color and a burgundy cushion. A jukebox is shown to the left of the room. The windows have an wicker pattern and green-paned glass.
ROYAL ACE: You're lucky I still owe you for savin' my arse back during the N.I.
CAP: The Nuovo Inquisition. Our Holocaust. Within three months, the 20,000-strong fraternity of "villains" was reduced to no more than 250 as the Politburo committed mass genocide on a grand scale. A scale that left me counting my friends on one hand. An act that made an illegitimate government god and finally destroyed any empathy I had for my fellow man.
DEMON SKULL: You're lucky I didn't want to cause another distraction.
PAGE TWENTY SIX
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull has walked through the door, a letting a draft in that allows the trenchcoat to flap slightly as Godiva continues sleeping silently in Demon Skull's arms. Royal Ace closes the door and angrily reprimands Demon Skull. To the side of the door is a sandwich board with the words "Today's Special: Booze, Regular Price".
ROYAL ACE: Like a crazed vigilante dressed up like a demonic skeleton who's wanted throughout the world walking into my place of business while carrying a golden tart wearing nothing but a shot up London Fog? Distractions like that, perhaps?!
DEMON SKULL: Well when you put it that way you kinda make me sound like a douche.
PANEL TWO: Demon Skull has walked to the middle of the room while still holding Godiva. The back of Royal Ace's head is shown as he continues bantering with Demon Skull. The TV shows the news still playing; a Boy Scout is being interviewed by a Latino male with wavy black hair and an impossibly white smile on his face.
ROYAL ACE: So what exactly do you and Lady Godiva o'er there plan to do exactly, because you know I can't afford to be seen with you right now, right?
DEMON SKULL: It's great too see you too, Quentin.
PANEL THREE: CLOSE UP of Godiva as she awakens in Demon Skull's arms, grasping at his chest plate. Demon Skull's chest and the bar can be seen in the backgroud along with three more tables and about 7-8 more stools.
DEMON SKULL: What the--
SFX: BAMM BAMM BAMM
PANEL FOUR: Royal Ace advises Demon Skull to take refuge in the secret lab behind the wall. Demon Skull begins the walk behind the bar as R.I.G.NITION bangs on the door.
R.I.G.NITION: Open up, Ace! We know you're in there, I smell tea and crumpets!
ROYAL ACE: You led that fascist sod to my pub?
DEMON SKULL: Well he's missing an arm so realistically your chances against him have improve--
PANEL FIVE: I-Ching now threatens Royal Ace, who angrily demands that the Demon Skull make himself scarce. He is already behind the bar at this juncture. Two additional T.V.s are shown on platforms, one with JSN (Justice Sports Network) featuring a soccer game between a team in red and a team in white and one with JSN2 showing a boxing match between a young black man and a young Hispanic man
I-CHING: Mr. Quinn, in three seconds I shall teleport myself into this establishment and arrest you for impeding an investigation if you do not open this door.
DEMON SKULL: So behind the wall, right?
ROYAL ACE (thought): Asshole...
PAGE TWENTY SEVEN
PANEL ONE: Royal Ace opens the door's slot to find R.I.G.NITION's angry face demanding that he open the door.
ROYAL ACE: Public's password?
R.I.G.NITION: Open up or get shot up!
PANEL TWO: Royal Ace opens the door and allows the two injured and frustrated agents in. The lower right side of I-Ching's face should appear singed and he should have a small rip on the left side of his neck where the dart was fired. R.I.G.NITION is missing his left arm and has significant burns and scratching on his chest and shoulder armor caused by Godiva's energy blast.
ROYAL ACE: That's a good one, Roger. Did you stay up all night writing that one or did you steal it from a bad movie?
R.I.G.NITION: Piss off, Quinn! Where's the Jack?
ROYAL ACE: Help yourself, although aren't you on duty?
R.I.G.NITION: I have one arm, I think they'll understand, you nosy bastard!
PANEL THREE: The two Sentries allow themselves in. I-Ching stands next to Royal Ace with his arms crossed and begins asking him questions, which the latter answers flippantly. R.I.G.NITION is shown reaching over the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey with a familiar black label.
I-CHING: We are not here to discuss proper procedure, Mr. Quinn.
ROYAL ACE: Just here for the booze, then?
I-CHING: As you may be well aware, Mr. Morton Lennon, alias The Demon Skull has decided to grace us with his presence tonight, a visit that resulted in the untimely deaths of three police officers and a rookie Sentry as well as causing hundreds of thousands of dollars in property damage and severe injuries to myself and several other Sentries.
ROAYL ACE: But the news said--
SFX: TINK TINK
R.I.G.NITION: We are the news, ya limey runt. There you are sweetness...
PANEL FOUR: CLOSE UP on I-Ching pointing angrily at Royal Ace, who cooly stares him down.
I-CHING: We have come to inform you that if Mr. Lennon attempts to make contact with you, you shall report him to the proper authorities or face dire consequences.
ROYAL ACE: Yeah, and I suppose you'd want me to risk my arse to take out the one man not even your precious God-King could take out?
PANEL FIVE: CLOSE UP on R.I.G.NITION as he angrily berates Royal Ace while clutching at the whiskey bottle. Small drops of the golden liquor dribble down his mouth.
R.I.G.NITION: Last I checked, you're still alive because the Politburo feels you can be of some use to the public good. Me personally, I could tear you limb from limb, make a pinata out of your parts and sell it to a blind boy and I'd probably still get a medal, so watch your tongue and do what's right for your country, Acehole.
PANEL SIX: Repeat panel three. I-Ching relaxes and appears to be in position to leave with R.I.G.NITION in tow. Royal Ace crosses his arms and has a scowl on his face.
ROYAL ACE: I'll keep my ears open.
R.I.G.NITION: That's a good boy.
I-CHING: We appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Quinn.
PAGE TWENTY EIGHT
PANEL ONE: CLOSE UP of I-Ching's face as he bids farewell to Royal Ace. R.I.G.NITION is in front of him sucking down the bottle of whiskey walking out into the night.
I-CHING: We hope your investigation is fruitful.
ROYAL ACE: Right. Hey Roger, I don't think you're supposed to operate heavy machinery under the influence, want me to call you a tank transporter to haul your fat arse home?
R.I.G.NITION: Screw you, Ace!
PANEL TWO: Royal Ace flips off the pair as they exit the bar. He presses down on a small device to lock the door.
ROYAL ACE: Fuckin' bluebottle scum...
PANEL THREE: Royal Ace goes behind the bar where Demon Skull has taken off his mask, which reveals that his burn wound has healed though the hair on his left cheek has been burned off, leaving only one of his sideburns and a partial goatee on the left side of his face. The wall behind the bar has a neon Guinness logo and "The Acehole" written in blue neon next to the secret door. Inside the secret compartment the walls are completely gray with a small glass compartment showcasing his array of masks, all white with a different card suit in the middle of the face.
ROYAL ACE: Oy, did your electric shaver run out of juice halfway?
DEMON SKULL: Close, my face was almost burned off by a walking PlayStation.
PANEL FOUR: CLOSE UP on Demon Skull turns his back on Royal Ace and begins to traverse down the stairs again. Royal Ace is behind him. On the wall next to him is a button ostensibly used to open the door.
ROYAL ACE: Well don't bother drinking the pain away. That duffer just nicked my last bottle of Jack, and I'm in no mood to lose more product to uninvited guests.
DEMON SKULL: You always were the consummate host.
PANEL FIVE: CLOSE UP on Demon Skull's back as he descends. The left side of Royal Ace's face can be seen as he inquires about Godiva's apparent reception.
ROYAL ACE: That girl. She looks a lot like--
DEMON SKULL: I know. It's not possible and she's nothing like her, but I know...
PAGE TWENTY NINE
PANEL ONE: R.I.G.NITION, his left arm still missing and I-Ching, with bandages on his right cheek and neck, are standing in the office of the EXECUTIONER, a tall, muscular man wearing spiked ebony and crimson shoulder armor. His mask is a full faced executioner's hood with a golden "X" in the middle of his forehead He is feeding a small, slightly bleeding piece of flesh to a California condor on a brass perch attached to a mahogany pole, who immediately begins flapping its wings in anticipation. The room itself is white with a bronze starburst design. There is a large oak desk in the middle of the room with a touch computer screen in the middle. The desk appears to have a stack of books, a mail bin filled with several files, and a touch computer built in to the desk. On the middle-edge is a large letter opener in the shape of a claymore.
CAP: Three hours later, the offices of O.C.U.L.A.R Vice-Maestro Randall Dawkins, THE EXECUTIONER.
EXECUTIONER: So you had him at your mercy, he was primed for defeat, and you were then stopped by a golden naked woman who could fly, shoot laser beams, and teleport all while hurling a half-ton missile at your helicopter. I take it that's the gist of your report?
SFX: FLIT FLAP
R.I.G.NITION: I'm sorry, but you made no mention of any goddamn deities that may be accompanying him!
I-CHING: She seems to have the power to duplicate other powers...
PANEL TWO: The Executioner sits at his desk in a large black leather desk chair. Behind him is a portrait of the Politburo's founders, the Ultra Superior (wearing a leather navy blue and black officer's suit with an American flag cape and his familiar helmet), Magistrate Prime (shown in his usual costume, but with the mouthpiece missing and the costume appearing skin tight as if made of fabric), Solomon King (adorned in his gold and white costume along with a gold facemask with Aramaic writing on the rim, and his familiar gold crown and white igal), Ganesha (a gargantuan, muscular representation of the famous Hindu deity adorned with three large earrings on each ear and three piercings on each eyebrow and a large piercing on his trunk. He is wearing a red, white, black, green, and gold lungi and has a black crescent moon on his forehead), and Galaxia (a well endowed partially nude woman whose body seems to be made of the universe. Her breasts and feminine parts are obscured by a white fabric with constellations, planets, galaxies, and a large sun for a belly button making up the designs of the character's body). There is a stocked mahogany bookshelf underneath the painting. To the left of the room is a large flag on a brass pole with the P.J.O flag, basically the American flag with six large stars in a circle indicating control of the continents.
EXECUTIONER: I don't care if she has the power to make chocolate ice cream and shoot out of her ass! I get enough crap from the higher ups for bringing you on, Roger, and when you're given a war class vehicle and a cadre of trained superhumans at your disposal, the night should end better than you wandering into my office slobbering drunk missing an arm!
I-CHING: My superiors were not aware of the advancement of Mortis' genetic experiments. I will ensure that the advanced cooperation between O.C.U.L.A.R. and P.U.L.V.I.N.A.R. continues unimpeded.
PANEL THREE: The Executioner stands up as the condor squawks and flaps it's wings for more food. Small feathers drop to the floor.
EXECUTIONER: Between the Magistrate and King's running of our respected departments I'm surprised we get anything done. It seems that the Collective are more content with obsessing over the return of their God-King than they are with dealing with the real world's problems...
SFX: FLIT FLIT
PANEL FOUR: CLOSE UP on I-Ching, who has a devious scowl on his face while R.I.G.NIITION has a smug grin on his face.
R.I.G.NITION: You thinkin' regime change?
PANEL FIVE: CLOSE UP on the Executioner giving the condor another piece of meat, which it begins to tear apart.
EXECUTIONER: I'm thinking perhaps the Ultra Superior should be made aware of several gaffes made by his trusted consortium upon his arrival, mainly, their failure to do what is necessary to ensure the survival of our great nation. Understood, gentlemen?
BOTH (OP): Clear.
PANEL ONE: I-Ching disappears in a silver flash as R.I.G.NITION walks out the door. Executioner's back is to the reader as the built in screen in the table flashes a message requesting the Executioner's prescence with the Magistrate Prime. The bird uses it's foot to hold the meat as it continues to gobble down it's food.
EXECUTIONER: Good, now get the fuck out of my office!
R.I.G.NITION: Got a real way with words *hic* Randy.
PANEL TWO: CLOSE UP on the computer as the message screen reads in bold orange writing "Summons Notice: Executioner, Requesting: Magistrate Prime, Urgency: Immediate".
EXECUTIONER (OP): Hrrmph, figures...
PANEL THREE: The Executioner walks down a hallway as a secretary in a violet business suit and glasses carrying her laptop watches him with an expression of fear on her face. Behind the Executioner's left shoulder a Boy Scout with blue armor and a balding man in a white dress shirt and khakis discuss the recent murders perpetrated by the Demon Skull. The hallway is off-white with burgundy carpeting on the marble tile floor. There are several houseplants near the walls and several offices are passed by, their doors freshly varnished, giving them a cherry oak look.
BALDING MAN: So some mystery girl did all that?
BOY SCOUT: They said she snatched a half-ton sabot with her bare hands and--
EXECUTIONER: Oh, don't mind my intrusion gentlemen, please continue leaking confidential information about an on-going investigation in the presence of the Vice-Maestro of O.C.U.L.AR.
EXECUTIONER (thought): Imbeciles...
PANEL FOUR: CLOSE UP on Executioner's back as he opens the dark oak door of the Magistrate Prime's office, his name is etched onto a brass plaque that slightly sparkles in the light.
PANEL FIVE: MAGISTRATE PRIME, who is wearing a black leather body suit, a full hood that covers his mouth and has gold scales where the eyebrows are. His chest is protected by a chest plate with a golden scale sigil in the middle with a black cape attached. The room is almost completely dark save for the blue light emitted from the Magistrate Prime's computer, which displays a holographic image of the Earth. The Executioner closes the door behind him.
SFX: PTT PTTUK
MAGISTRATE PRIME: Thirteen days, Randall. His arrival is in thirteen days.
EXECUTIONER: This is why you pulled me away from an important investigation, to give me the E.T.A. of your precious leader?
PAGE THIRTY ONE
PANEL ONE: The back of the Magistrate Prime is shown as the screen fully shows the Earth with a small dot tracking the movements of the Ultra Superior's ship. The computer console looks eerily similar to the one in the Mortisanctum, only larger. The rest of the room is covered with relics of a life of crime-fighting, complete with a glass case featuring the enshrined original Magistrate Prime uniform in the painting along with several G.A.V.E.L.s (a large war hammer resembling a judge's gavel. The colors are gold, which is his main one, silver, ebony, and fog grey, the latter which has many dents indicating years of use). Executioner's back is also to the reader.
MAGISTRATE PRIME: I remember meeting a young man by the name of Adrian Chalmers. He confided in me that while growing up, his fondest dream was to finally meet and proudly shake hands with the man who saved the world.
EXECUTIONER: I suppose it was also to concoct an inspirational tale about a lonely boy who accomplishes his dreams regardless of the adversity he faces...
PANEL TWO: CLOSE UP on Magistrate Prime as he continues to work on the computer. Executioner poses as if he's flabbergasted by the news broken to him by his old master.
MAGISTRATE PRIME: It would've been, if he and three of his former Boy Scout colleagues hadn't been viciously murdered in the line of duty by a wanted fugitive and a mystery woman who turned him into a pile of ash.
EXECUTIONER: Death Vision?! I can't be held responsible for the unexpected arrival of genetic freaks or the poor standards followed in the training of our Sentries!
PANEL THREE: CLOSE UP on the pair as Executioner edges closer as he argues with the Magistrate Prime, whose left eye widens in anger from Executioner's flippant response.
EXECUTIONER: If the guy can't keep his wits about him long enough to move out of the way of an oncoming death ray maybe he deserved to be d--
PANEL FOUR: Magistrate Prime grabs Executioner by his neck and headbutts him while choking him. Executioner clasps at his hands in an effort to wriggle free.
MAGISTRATE PRIME: When I think of all the cruel, bone-shattering years I put into training you and then see the uncaring monster that you're becoming, it almost makes me want to destroy the creation I molded in my image with my bare hands!
PANEL FIVE: CLOSE UP on Magistrate Prime as he continues his berating of the Executioner. Magistrate Prime then points at him with his left index finger.
MAGISTRATE PRIME: Being that I do not wish to become one in the process, I'd suggest you compose yourself and learn to have a little more compassion for your brothers. Now clean yourself up. You have a ruthless killer to catch and you're gonna tell the morning crew of JNN all about it tomorrow.
EXECUTIONER (thought): Bastard...
PAGE THIRTY TWO
PANEL ONE: Demon Skull, now clean shaven and with a black towel draped around his neck is leaning against the wall watching Godiva sleep on a full size bed with white covers and a bright red comforter. The walls themselves are off-white with gray etchings of card suits. To the Demon Skull's left is a white tile bathroom, the white porcelain sink, toilet, and bathtub are in view. The shower curtain is clear and covered in black fleur-de-lis'.
ROYAL ACE (OP): She sleepin' well, mate?
DEMON SKULL: Like a baby.
ROYAL ACE (OP): Everything spiffy, then?
PANEL TWO: Royal Ace unleashes a left hook to Demon Skull's cheek that causes him to spit out a surprising amount of blood. Godiva continues with her slumber.
DEMON SKULL: Yeah, hey thanks again f--GAHH!
PANEL THREE: CLOSE UP on the quarreling compatriots as Demon Skull gently rubs his reddened cheek as blood continues to dribble down his chin and neck. Royal Ace angrily points at Demon Skull as he reprimands him for putting him at risk. Demon Skull should be shown gritting his teeth with blood caked on his teeth and lips.
DEMON SKULL: What the fuck?!
ROYAL ACE: The next time you decide to show yer mug around here, ya either have the decency to ring me up or come prepared to lose a limb. Understood?
DEMON SKULL: Understood, just know the next time you slug me I'll rip your cornrows off and use them as a bandage....
PANEL FOUR: CLOSE UP on Godiva as she continues to rest. Her eyes seem to open slightly.
ROYAL ACE (OP): Christ ya bleed like a stuck piggie.
PANEL FIVE: Demon Skull wipes the blood from his lip as the wounds appear to stabilize and the redness on his cheek dissipates.
DEMON SKULL: I was born a hemophiliac. Even Yellow Sun can't alter destiny.
PANEL SIX: Demon Skull walks away from the slumbering Godiva and a visibly worried Royal Ace as his blood soaked chest template shows to streams of blood going down the chest specifically where the eyes of the skull insignia are set. A small amount of blood is spackled on the crest of the insignia.
ROYAL ACE: What about your destiny, mate? My sources say your chum the Superior is supposed to be headin' round back our way in less than two weeks. Even with your goddess and your regeneration abilities, there's still no guarantees you'll make it out o' this one alive.
DEMON SKULL: Nothing alters destiny, Quentin. I think I know that more than anyone...
CAP: THE END