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When Blight Begins
A loud siren sounded and the prisoner sat up on his cot in his cramped
cell. He looked through the slit in the door and his eyes grew wide at
the site. Costumed villains and men in shiny, green armor were running
around and actually taking out the guards! He watched the armored men
bash guards and some weirdoes in red and white spandex with spiked
clubs, then point the tip and fire some kind of laser!
He sat back on his cot, disappointed. He didn't have any powers; he
wasn't getting out of here. Heck he was sent here for the third time
this month by an old lady when he tried to rob a jewelry store!
He heard some shouting outside his door and then, without warning, a hero was tossed so hard it knocked the door in!
The hero wasn't moving but that wasn't the prisoner's problem. He
stepped over the unconscious man and followed the nearest villain he
He jumped into a large hole to the sewers that seemed to have been made
by explosives. The villain went outside the sewer but there were
gunshots out there, the prisoner new he wasn't quick enough to survive
out there. The prisoner then saw that he could follow the sewer to the
left and maybe avoid any fighting outside.
He walked that way for maybe an hour, doing his best to ignore the
sewage that was soaking his ankles. As he moved ahead he noticed the
water gradually change from a sickly green to a dark black.
"What is this stuff?" he asked as he pulled up his foot making the goop
create a sucking sound. 'It is The Muck,' he heard. "Who said that?"
asked the prisoner turning around, but no one was there.
'We said that, the ancient substance which you are currently tainting with your presence, is Muck,' the bodiless voice said.
The prisoner realized this voice was coming from inside his own head
and began to panic. He just got beaten up by an old lady! How was he
supposed to take on a super-powered person? The black goo held his legs
still as he tried to run and began to slowly move up his legs. "Let me
go! I'm just trying to get out of here! I don't want a fight!"
'We aren't going to fight you, just make you an offer. Accept us, and
you will become more than a man. You can become a master of forces
beyond this world and leaving it. You would be able to control the
forces of rot and decay and use them to make yourself a being more
powerful than any other.'
"Powerful? Me, a super-villain? Yeah, yeah I like the sound of that. We
could be partners! You have the power and I have the will!" he said,
The Muck was already up to his neck.
'This isn't a partnership,' said The Muck as it covered the prisoner's
horrified face. Then a new voice, now his voice said, "It's a
possession!" The black goo hardened into a red and black armor that
would inspire terror in the hearts of the bravest heroes.
"I think a new name for myself is in order." He gave life to a rotting
corpse of a hero who had apparently failed his mission. Looking at the
zombie gave him the inspiration he needed. "Blightlord," he said and
grinned under his helmet. He walked back towards the exit where the
other villain had gone, he was very capable now.
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