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Crey Industries’ Revenge
By Eli J. Litzelman
It was rush hour at Crey Industries. Dozens of people walked
through the doors on their way to work. There was one person whose
mission differed. He wore a black tuxedo punctuated by a chocolate
brown fedora. His shiny black shoes clicked softly as he walked. Only
at close range could you notice his aberrant yellow skin. He was Archer
of Ramesses. He walked through the metal detector and turned toward the
elevator. As he faced the other people about to enter the same
elevator, he held up his hand. Something about the man made the others
stop without question, allowing him a private lift to the top floor.
security guard reached for his coffee. His hand had just clasped around
the handle of his mug when something on the screen caught his
attention: inside an elevator stood a solo passenger during rush hour.
The guard also noticed that the man’s skin had an unnatural tint.
He took a sip from his mug and reached for the alarm.
elevator, Archer was taking inventory of his surroundings.
Unexpectedly, the soft music turned to the screech of an alarm. Then, a
metallic foot suddenly materialized and kicked the alarm. RoboZon
dropped to the ground, now fully visible. Archer’s gaze
didn’t waver from his reflection on the elevator doors.
hate alarms!” RoboZon said.
Archer smiled and reached for his own
collar. He grabbed a piece of cloth from behind his neck and replaced
the fedora with an Egyptian headdress. “At least your scanned arm
chip worked for the metal detector.” He slipped his coat off.
“They’ll be waiting for us,” RoboZon said.
“We’ll be waiting for them.” Archer completed his
costume and grabbed his bow from RoboZon. The elevator stopped
abruptly. The doors opened to reveal Crey’s personal army. Archer
unleashed an armada of arrows and used his teleport to place himself in
the center of the mob. He then produced a fire sword and spun in a
circle, incinerating every man within range.
In the elevator’s
small compartment, RoboZon was having his own troubles. Before long,
however, the solders trying to get to the hero were tripping over the
unconscious bodies of their comrades.
Meanwhile, Archer kicked a man
square in the chest, firing an arrow into his head as he flew
backwards. The Egyptian warrior then heard the noise of rushing wind
and turned toward the elevator. RoboZon had suddenly gathered his
strength and flew straight toward the attacking troopers, scattering
them in all directions as he streaked like a bullet from the small
confines of the elevator. Archer had to duck as one trooper flew over
A large man ran into the security room. He stared at the monitors
and looked down at the security officer. “What’s your
recommended course of action?” the officer asked as he tried to
match the other man’s gaze. The human bulk contemplated a moment.
“The only way to beat them is to separate them.” He nodded
to himself. “Tell your squad to push the robot back into the
elevator. Then close the doors and bring it to the fourteenth
floor.” He walked to the exit, but not before the guard heard him
say: “I’ll be waiting for him.” Archer noticed
something was wrong. Even though he was killing a considerable amount
of solders, they suddenly seemed not to notice him; they were all
rushing around him. He turned to see what they were running at:
RoboZon. RoboZon saw the change in battle, also: troopers were charging
straight toward him. They all came from the front, opening up in the
back. Some weren’t even firing their weapons. RoboZon stood his
ground at first, but was soon driven back. Archer stabbed a man in
front of him with his fire sword and strung an arrow. He knew what was
happening, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he teleported
into the war zone to stay close to RoboZon, it would use up much-needed
energy. His only hope was to fight as fast he could to get to the
His chances were slim. He focused his attention on one
of the men advancing on the metallic figure. He then outstretched his
hand and a ring of fire surrounded the solder. The rest of the solders
tripped over him. One got around him and Archer hit him square in the
chest with an arrow. That would help, but not much. RoboZon, exhausted
from the torrent of troopers, ducked under a soldier and stood up. His
victory was short-lived, however, as a well placed shot hit him in the
chest. He staggered backwards: into the elevator. The door slammed
shut. Because he did not know where the elevator was going, Archer knew
that trying to teleport into it might put him into the elevator-shaft.
He also knew that their chances were slim if they remained isolated. He
still fought on.
RoboZon rested on the carpeted floor. He could see
what their strategy was and knew that he needed as much endurance as he
could get. He wondered how Archer was doing. It seemed they might never
come out of this one. He savored what might be his last moment of
peace. He stood as the elevator stopped, ready for whatever might come
through the opening. The doors parted. RoboZon streaked through the air
at a massive human form.
The impact into the man’s chest felt
like hitting an impenetrable fortress. The opponent then kneed RoboZon
and hit him back with both fists. RoboZon smashed into the back wall of
the elevator. “RoboZon, you have caused me enough trouble.”
He straitened his tie. “You won’t leave the building
Meanwhile, Archer unleashed a cluster of arrows at an
advancing group. A slight bit of blood trickled out his nose. He
decided to take his chances on the next floor. He gathered himself,
estimated the location of the upper floor, and, with a flash of light,
was gone. He landed in what seemed like a security booth. Both guards
reached for their hand guns. Archer took two arrows and shot at the
blurred figures. Each arrow connected with a chest. Archer smiled and
slumped forward on the floor.
RoboZon pushed himself off the wall and
stood in front of the man. He then went into fighting position. His
lunging kick was expertly blocked. He then dodged a punch that would
smash through a brick wall. His roundhouse kick hit the man, but he
didn’t seem to notice. The man’s tux appeared to shimmer
from his muscles as he threw RoboZon across the room. RoboZon’s
hands caught the floor and swung him around onto his feet. He then did
several quick moves, but the man took the hits and pummeled RoboZon
back across the room. This time he flew back into the wall about two
inches from the ceiling.
Archer had regained consciousness. He sat up
and reached for his communicator. His attention then riveted on a
monitor. He saw RoboZon getting a severe beating. He stood up and ran
for the stairs.
RoboZon charged at the man and
into an outstretched
fist. He stumbled back, disoriented. The creature then leaned back and
kicked RoboZon in the chest. The hero landed sitting against the wall.
He coughed on his own blood. The human figure stood over the hero and
shook his head. “You got so far. You’ve survived a car
wreck, lived through that crazy woman’s testing, fought
Statesman, and survived being a hero.” He shook his head again.
“You went through all that to die like this.”
man’s words sunk into RoboZon. He remembered his friends, his
famous victories, his favorite memories, and even the Hispanic man who
answered the phone that morning. He thought of Archer and cringed as
the idea that his friend might be dead reached his brain. His jaw
tightened. He released a scream that could be heard throughout the
entire building. He then pushed down with both arms and tucked forward
into a front-flip, landing in a handstand. His scorpion-kick hit the
other man in the face. He then stood and rushed forward. In his rage,
he unleashed dozens of blows at lightning speed. The Crey
Industries’ employee staggered backward. RoboZon screamed again
and hit the man in the torso. The stunned human figure soared through a
window and down fourteen floors to a concrete sidewalk.
A door swung
open and RoboZon spun to see Archer. “Late, I am?”
laughed and shook his head. “Just a little.”
continue on. Guards will be coming.” They both rushed into the
Crey Industries’ Revenge
By Eli J. Litzelman
RoboZon met Archer of Ramesses at the top of the stairs. He
landed on the top floor and looked out the window: it was raining.
Archer opened the door, shot the guard, and stepped to the side to let
RoboZon through. As they reached the door on the opposing wall they
found it was locked. From his scanners RoboZon could tell that the
inside of the door was solid steel. He sighed, took a gadget from a
pouch in his belt, put it in the key hole, forced back the lock, and
Countess Crey heard the noise of the door open and
knew that no one had the key to get through but her. Because of this
she also knew that the heroes were here. She sat up in her chair. Two
figures walked in. One was familiar and the other she’d never
seen before. It was the latter who stretched out his arm: she was
instantly surrounded by flame.
RoboZon had almost been killed numerous
times to get here. He was now standing before his worst enemy, his most
hated foe. This was a time he had been waiting for ever since he was
kidnapped seven years ago. Now, after all this, he was at a loss for
“RoboZon, didn’t expect you’d be here so soon.
I was hoping that I might finish some of this paperwork before you
arrived.” She looked bored as she contemplated the flames that
surrounded her. “What took you so long to find me?” She
laughed. “We couldn’t start a war with the 5th Column.
After you became a hero, I needed to kill you to save evidence, just
like I did your father.”
“What did you say?”
“Every time we meet, you always ask so many questions. Even with
your memory restored you still aren’t very bright. Fine,
I’ll tell you the whole story.” She took a drink from a
glass of water and began. “Your father, Daniel Withart, was a
hero. He went by the name of Icy Fu Master. He was known for doing a
lot of ‘good’ things in his life. Unfortunately one of
those ‘good’ things was snooping around my testing
facilities. I tried fifteen attempts to kill him.” She shook her
head and mumbled, “Lucky guy.” She then looked RoboZon
straight in the eyes. “On the last try, we hired a Hellion.
I’m told you killed him. You know the rest of the story: the
Hellion gang member blew you up, your father saved your life, I saw the
opportunity to test a cure on you, you… escaped, you were
recruited by the 5th column - where they nicknamed you ‘little
Japan’ because of your heritage - you fought Statesman, turned to
being a hero, and here we are today.” She spread her hand as a
sign of completion.
RoboZon’s shaky voice replied, “How did
my father become a hero?”
“He used gadgets.”
Archer looked at RoboZon. “We need to leave.”
“I need to know more.”
“Solders are coming.”
Archer turned to the woman, strung an
arrow, and launched it at her. Countess Crey jerked back in her seat
and looked up at the ceiling. A small tear trickled from her eye. She
then slumped onto her desk. Archer’s voice came in reply,
“Now, we can go.”
Solders flooded out of the stairwell.
They all noticed that the office door was open and that the guard was
dead. The rain had stopped and the only things that remained were the
body of their devious leader and the smell of burning carpet.
Crey Industries’ Revenge
By Eli J. Litzelman
The mid-day sun pounded unmercifully down on Steel Canyon. RoboZon sat
on the saluting hand of the Central Statue. He often sat up there when
he wanted to be by himself and think. Since the recent adventure into
Crey Industries, he had a lot more to think about than usual.
He’d found out since that Countess Crey had survived Archer of
Ramesses’s arrow. To save her reputation, she claimed that her
injury was a result of falling into a machine while inspecting a
factory. He’d kept a half-burnt arrow as a memento of the
occasion. It was now at his house, along with his other souvenirs.
head monitors began to ring. He pushed a button on his wrist to receive
the call. “Hello?”
A man answered on the other line.
“RoboZon, this is the police department. We have a Tsoo who would
like to talk with you.”
“Send him through.” A
familiar voice came through.
“You have wounded Countess
“Then you have earned more. From
the way you spoke when I met you earlier, you did not know your father
was a hero. Am I wrong?”
“You are correct.”
knew him. I fought beside him. You know, your and his pasts are all too
“How did you know my past?”
me. I said earlier that I had done some exploring in Crey Industries.
But about your father, he invented devices to help him fight. At first
he saw this power as an advantage. At the time, the Tsoo were desperate
for recruits. Your father offered his assistance. We were all too glad
to have him. However, after his first fight with a hero, he left the
Tsoo to find ‘the true meaning of life.’ He sent me a note
shortly before he died. It said: ‘I have a feeling this will be
the last day of my life. Crey Industries has been merciless. In this
note I have included blueprints of my latest inventions. I have a son
now and I sense he will be a great man someday. If I die please try to
find him and give him this letter and the blueprints. And I have found
the true meaning of life: to serve others.’ I have arranged for
the letter to be taken to your house.”
“How did you know it
“Three pieces of evidences: Crey Industries was
searching for you, you fight like your father, and I followed you in
“It was my duty to your
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