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Return to Darkness
Part three – The Nazi Force
By Eli J. Litzelman
A beautiful sunrise spread over the eastern
sky. Filled with reds, purples, oranges, and yellows it brought
with it a silent alarm, warning everyone something was about to happen
and no one could do anything about it. It filled every soul,
irritating them constantly. No one spoke. They all knew
something was definitely wrong.
RoboZon opened a sewer exit. He left a trail of dead Vahziloks in
his wake. His feet made a muffled clump as they landed on the
City Hall parking lot. He continued forward without shutting the
grate behind him.
“Watch out - it’s a cape.” Three Hellions turned to face RoboZon. One drew a gun and fired.
RoboZon caught the bullet in mid-air. Smoke curled slowly upward
from the tips of his fingers. He stared blatantly at the hellion
who had made such a humongous mistake. He then dropped the
bullet. Performing a roundhouse kick to the ear, RoboZon forced
the street gang member to set a straight course for the pavement.
The former hero then lunged forward into a crouch, sinking the spikes
on the back of his feet into the throat of the Hellion. Standing
up, he spear-handed the next man under the ribs and then struck him in
the jugular. Stealing the man’s gun, he jammed it into the
third and final Hellion’s chest. The report of the shotgun
echoed through the parking lot, followed shortly by the soft click of
the bullet RoboZon had dropped at the beginning of the fight.
He continued forward. Instead of walking, this time he was
flying, arcing higher upward toward the top of Atlas. He landed
in attention, bowed, and put his hands down in front of him. He
then closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He stood there for a
moment, completely motionless. He suddenly lunged forward in a
front-kick, landed forward, punched right, and then punched left.
He continued to kick and punch, with an occasional block. He
started with simple moves, to flex his muscles. Although his body
moved, RoboZon’s mind had not yet conformed to the process and
was thinking, “Why have they sent me on an apparent suicide mission?” He began moving around the globe. “And they all know it’s a suicide mission.” Gradually, he began to move faster. “There has to be some purpose.” More exotic moves began to come forth. “What’s the purpose?” He was verging on lightning speed. An idea was forming in his head. Faster and faster he circled.
He knew what was about to happen.
His body suddenly stopped in the same direction it had started in. He put his hands to his sides and bowed once again.
He was ready.
The Human Experiment crawled through the sewers. Stepping over
the dead Vahziloks and an occasional Hellion, he made his way
forward. Peeking around a corner he saw a Council sentry.
He concentrated a moment then launched gravity toward the guard with
about as much force as a speeding semi. The guard was propelled
off his feet and flew backwards. He was suddenly caught before he
hit the pipe behind him and set softly on the ground so as to keep from
The Human Experiment stepped around the corner and walked gently toward
the soldier. The trooper tried to get up, but the hero sent a
lever from the other side of the room into his head. The Human
Experiment was now next to the guard and leaned down to check his
pulse. He was unconscious but still alive. The mutated hero
slapped a transponder onto the soldier and moved on.
This had all started when one of his contacts led him to an abandon
office building under rumors that the Council was taking hostages and
forcing them to become recruits. He gathered a team of three and
raided the first building. Inside, they found attack plans for
capturing both men and women from buildings all over Paragon. The
Human Experiment and his crew went from one location to another, saving
every person inside. But, it was in the last building where they
found the overseer of the operation.
When surrounded by the heroes, the overseer broke. He talked of
hundreds of troops being moved into the sewers and specially designed
silent bombs that eliminated all sound within its blast radius for
eight minutes. Along with the silent bombs, regular explosives
would blow up directly under City Hall and the Nazi army would come to
the surface under cover of silence while a distraction would preoccupy
the oblivious heroes. When asked about the distraction, he
claimed he was never told what it would be. He then reached into
his pocket and pulled out a device. He smiled and said,
“Now, you won’t be able to contact your little
friends.” He pressed a switch and instantly all electronics
shut off, from lights on the ceiling to the communicators that each
hero was carrying.
They decided to split up. The Human Experiment would head into
the sewers to take care of the bombs as the rest would go to Atlas
Plaza and warn the heroes.
So here he was, crawling through the grime and rust of the Atlas Park
sewers. He rounded the bend and saw the Nazi encampment.
The Human Experiment almost dropped to his knees from just seeing the
enemy forces. They were packed from one slimy wall to the other
for as far as the putrid sewer would allow him to see. The only
good news that met his eyes were the bombs suspended on the
The wind began to howl as it swished over the globe Atlas continually
carried. RoboZon’s cape moved at a forty-five degree angle
as he stood in mid-air. His hands were crossed behind his
back. Like a hawk looking into a river, he remained motionless.
Ms. Liberty was training a novice hero dressed in a green and purple suit of various origins. “How typical,”
RoboZon thought. Soon, however, the young hero jogged off and
left the famous hero alone with the torrent of tourists. RoboZon
knew they would run at the first sign of a threat, however, and
therefore they were harmless. The hero’s body jerked as he
started the long plummet to the ground.
Archer of Ramesses was tense and knew everyone else was also. In
the corner of his vision he saw the green figure of Daughter of the
Wood walking toward him. “Hey, Archer. You
won’t believe what I saw today…” but the Egyptian
warrior had his attention elsewhere and was not listening. Then
he saw a shape falling from the top of Atlas. That was enough to
move him into action. He pulled his bow over his shoulder and
strung an arrow with the ease of a million experiences.
The destiny of the city, and even quite possibly the world, had been
hung on a thread. Pressure had suddenly been added and the strand
was ready to break. Fate had to make a decision: crush the
world and let it fall into the hands of greedy villains or save the
world and let it continue on in its boring existence.
Fate made its decision.
Archer of Ramesses saw the figure was RoboZon and held his fire.
Ms. Liberty saw a glint of light from the spike on the back of the
ex-hero’s legs and from the years of experience rolled forward
just before RoboZon’s knee smashed into the platform.
Sparks from the crash were still falling as the metal master lifted his
head to stare at the heroine. The surrounding heroes turned to
look at the image of RoboZon.
Screams from the fleeing citizens could be heard in the sewers as the
commander looked at a small keypad in his hands. He spoke into a
microphone next to his mouth. “Gentlemen, our time has
come.” He then pushed the large button in the center of the
device. The bombs went off as The Human Experiment strained to
contain the blast. A pure, symmetrical ball of silent energy
pulsated on the ceiling. The yellowish-red light glowed on the
faces of the astonished soldiers. The hero dropped to his knees,
unable to stand under his own power. He tasted blood dripping
from his nose and felt more coming out of his pointy ears and rolling
down his cheek bone. He had to hold it… just a little
longer… a little longer. The light vanished and The Human
Experiment dropped his hands to the floor. He coughed as yet more
blood clogged his throat. The world was fading from him now,
becoming blurred and wobbly. He heard the distant noise of
someone yelling. “There he is. Shoot
him!” The rocket blew directly beneath the hero and threw
him in the air. By the time he hit the ground he was riddled with
bullets. He lay in the green fluid of the sewers and blankly
looked up at the ceiling. His will and determination had allowed
him to live through what most people would consider impossible, but
here, at the end, his determination was gone and his will used
up. He was tired of fighting and was ready to die. He
closed his eyes and let his spirit leave this world.
The commander nudged the dead hero and shook his head. He was now
faced with a choice. His reaction was instant; he would not
return to Requiem. “Lieutenant.”
“Order all troops to the Atlas Plaza sewer entrance.”
“Right away, sir.”
Unfortunately, this meant leaving all heavy weapons behind.
RoboZon rolled to his feet and kicked. Ms. Liberty had already
drawn her sword and deflected his attack with the broad side of
it. Another hero landed from a super-jump directly behind the
black and white hero. Without even looking back, RoboZon forced
his power backward with a kick and sent the super-jumping hero flying
backward into the plaza. The impact broke his back and he slid
slowly into the shallow water. The famous hero trainer brought
her blade at neck level and was swinging it toward the metal
master. RoboZon punched the bottom of the weapon, causing it to
jump over his head. The initial shock and surprise was gone and
Ms. Liberty was now focused. She spread her feet for stability
and pulled the broadsword back in the other direction. This time
the swing was too fast and RoboZon did not have time to punch it over
his head. Instead, he ducked. His reaction was slow,
however, and the sword arced half an inch over his head. At that
moment the metal master knew Ms. Liberty had more experience and it was
only a matter of time before she was the victor.
Two heroes exited the train. They both rushed to look at Atlas
Plaza. They saw a slight bit of commotion but City Hall was still
standing and they sighed with relief.
“Well, it looks like our job is done.” The one named Street Revenge started walking back toward the train.
Fire of the Dragon looked at the camouflaged hero. “But The
Human Experiment couldn’t have taken out an entire invasion
force. They’ll exit through the sewers.”
Street Revenge turned back around, the seriousness of the situation
framed in his face. “I’ll hold them; you go warn the
heroes.” Before the red and black hero could respond, the
masked hero had already jumped from the wall. He hit the ground
running and bolted for the sewers. At the age of eight this man
had watched his father and mother die in a gang war. He had
raised himself on the street, where rules did not apply and stealing
was a way of life. After not being able to show any powers, he
stole his identity, took his communicator off a dead hero, robbed a
hospital teleporter, “borrowed” a rocket pack from the
arena, and illegally bought weapons from the biggest underground arms
dealer in the world, all to fulfill his vow of hunting his
parent’s murderers until his last breath. This was the kind
of man needed to stop an invasion.
From inside the sewers came a shout, “Fire!”
“Come and get me, you Nazi rats!” Street Revenge yelled
back as he grabbed two grenades out of his vest, pulled the pins with
his teeth, and hurled them into the opening.
Archer of Ramesses watched his friend fight over his bow and arrow, but
he did not fire. He heard someone behind him powering up for a
shot and sent a mental message, “Halt!” He knew that
would only make him hesitate for a second, but that was all it would
take. He then sent another message to RoboZon, “RoboZon,
what are you
“It’s a long story, but basically I have no control over my body.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“The good news is, yes, there is something you can do. The
bad news is that the shot is virtually impossible.” Even in
his mind RoboZon could do imitations and mimicked the commander from
Star Wars; “You are required to move straight down this stretch
and impact the far right wire on my neck. The target area is one
point five inches wide behind the cloth wrapped around my neck and if
you miss to the left you will cause certain death. Your odds are
approximately one in fifty-three million.”
“Good enough - for me, that is.” The ancient Egyptian
warrior teleported to a blind spot behind his former apprentice and let
his arrow fly. The long, wooden projectile accelerated quickly
before the wind caught the feathers on the end of it and made it
spin. It began to whistle from speed as it closed the gap between
itself and the target. Even as the arrow was moving forward,
RoboZon was still moving, making the shot seem even more
impossible. The arrow hit the fighting hero.
RoboZon stumbled to his knees and sent a strained message to his friend, “Archer…”
“Nice shot.” He then clattered to the concrete ground.
From the Plaza they heard a voice, “The Council - they’re
invading.” Fire of the Dragon then pointed toward the sewer
Ms. Liberty slapped a hospital transporter on RoboZon and they took for the sewers.
Street Revenge pulled a modified M16 sub-machine gun over his shoulder
and pulled on the feather-light trigger. He looked over the Red
Dot scope to see the rare spectacle of the sun reflecting off the
bullets as they rocketed out of the extended barrel. From inside
he could hear shouts and screams. He could even hear the clinking
sounds of the casings impacting on the ground. But the sound he
least wanted to hear was the almost silent click that signified his gun
was empty. Releasing the weapon from his grasp, he pulled out a
forty caliber semi-automatic pistol in one hand and a sawed off pump
shotgun in the other. He fired the shotgun then jerked his hand
forward and back to reload, while continually shooting the small
firearm. Sweat was beading on his forehead and the distinct smell
of smoke fill the air. The sound of the train could be heard
above and mingled with the shout emanating from his mouth. He
felt each gun become lighter and lighter until they were finally
empty. He let the weapons fall to the ground and reached for a
rock. He then hurled the rock into a soldier’s jaw at
point-blank range. As that trooper was falling over, another
stood behind him. His gun was out, ready, and unloading.
The constant impact of bullets lifted Street Revenge off his
feet. As he flew backwards he left a trail of blood in his
wake. He was then hit by a burst of flame hot enough to seal his
wounds. A wet thump could be heard as he hit the cold, hard
gravel and slid several inches. He struggled to breathe under the
blood that was rapidly filling his mouth. As his vision began to
fade he could hear multiple battle cries and saw dozens of boots
stepping over and around him. He had done it. The heroes
The Council commander groaned and rubbed his temples; a headache was in
full force. He knew by now the heroes were alerted to their
presence. His troops had suffered numerous casualties from the
front and they had even been attacked from the back a couple of
times. This invasion was a complete nightmare.
“Order a retreat to sector seven.”
“Just shut up and order it!” He then hiked off through the green slime to his ordered location.
The invasion was over within minutes.
Archer of Ramesses walked into the hospital and took the elevator to
the top floor. As he walked on the tile floor, he glanced briefly
at each bed he passed. Most were full but a few remained
empty. As he passed one he stopped and signaled a nurse.
The woman walked slowly toward Archer of Ramesses. “Can I help you?”
“Do you have the name and status of this man?”
“Certainly.” She pulled out a clip board, scanned the
top sheet briefly, and flipped the page. “Here he is.
His name is Street Revenge.” She looked up. “It
seems he’s lost a lot of blood, but he’ll survive. Is
there anything else I can help you with?”
“Thank you. That is all I require.” He then continued
down the isle. Finally reaching the end, he turned left. On
the bed lay RoboZon. To his left stood Daughter of the Wood and
to his right sat the doctor.
Upon seeing the Archer of Ramesses, the doctor stood up. “Welcome Archer. We’ve been waiting.”
“How is he?”
“You made a very lucky shot, three quarters of an inch to the
left and he would be dead. Right now he’s under heavy
sedation. However, it seems there’s some sort of electrical
current separating his brain from his body.”
“Is there anything we can do?”
“You know when he was in that whole thing with Crey Industries that they poured a healing chemical in him, right?”
“Well, it seems this chemical targets whatever it deems most
dangerous and begins slowly healing it. Right now it’s
probably fighting the electricity. All we have to do is keep him
sleeping until it destroys whatever this thing is.”
“How long is that going to take?”
“That’s the problem, you see…” Suddenly he turned white and gasped in horror.
“What is it?”
“Remember I said the chemical will fight whatever it deems most dangerous? That could mean…”
RoboZon’s feet suddenly shot straight out to the side and
impacted both Daughter of the Wood and the doctor at the same moment,
rendering them both unconscious. Archer of Ramesses already had
his fire sword out and swung it down toward the metal master, but the
legendary hero rolled off the bed and stood up. He then rushed
In the three thousand, three hundred, fifty-six years Archer of
Ramesses had lived, he had studied virtually every form of fighting
available. As they moved back into the hall amongst fleeing
doctors and nurses, the Egyptian warrior bobbed back and forth while
RoboZon moved forward in the traditional firm stances related to the
Japanese. Their feet were almost silent as they moved to and fro
about the room. Impacts echoed through the area as each party
blocked hits and even received a few. It was a fight between
master and apprentice.
Archer of Ramesses was taking the upper hand and had driven RoboZon
back into the small confinements they had started in. The metal
master suddenly grabbed Daughter of the Wood’s katana from its
sheath and thrust it forward. The yellow hero turned sidewise to
avoid the sword and put himself against the wall. RoboZon turned
the blade perpendicular to himself, however, as he drove it again
toward Archer of Ramesses. It cut through his robe, into his
chest, pierced his heart, out his back, and through the wall all the
way up to the hilt. He struggled to survive, but the stab was
lethal. He breathed his last breath and sagged against the sword.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” RoboZon tried to scream but
his body did not even flinch. He put both hands above his head,
burst through the ceiling, and soared into the sun.
Daughter of the Wood opened her eyes and blinked a few times. She
stood up and looked around. She then saw Archer of Ramesses and
her jaw dropped. A scream of anguish could be heard throughout
the building. Her teeth then locked. She grabbed her sword,
pulled it out so fast the blood shot off, and sheathed it.
Grabbing a devise that monitored RoboZon’s health and location
through an implant, the green haired woman ran to the elevator.
Archer of Ramesses felt something soft and almost fluffy against his
face. He opened his eyes and stood up. What he saw was
completely out of anything he had ever seen before. Under normal
circumstances he would have been a little unnerved, but something about
the atmosphere in this place made him peaceful. To his right,
within arm’s reach, was a forest composed of trees around thirty
feet in diameter and over one thousand feet tall. The moisture
accumulating in the needles made standing under the tree simulate being
in a light rain. To his left, also within arm’s reach, was
the corner of a castle that doubled the height of the trees and was the
size of a small city. Just around the castle was a plain of
grass. Beyond the grass lay a river five miles wide, and even
beyond that were snow covered peaks. On top of each mountain was
a castle and at the base of each a tunnel. Each mountain was
linked by a bridge. From the distance he could see, the Egyptian
warrior concluded that either this place had a significantly larger
globe than the earth or it was simply flat. He then felt a hand
on his shoulder and heard a voice.
“Welcome to Gorthivith.”
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