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Spark’s
Three Cheers for sweet revenge
Chapter 2
Revenge and Redeemers


“‘Power flows from the barrel of a gun’ boyo. It’s a quote ya know, made by some Chinese commie. Mao Zedong, that was his name. I think I get it now. I read it in a book.  I’ve been reading a lot ever since you left to go get Monstrum. I knew you’d find out every thing... I...I couldn’t say anything or else you’d think...it was all my fault...Delia...”

“Uncle Pat...just...just put down the gun...”

There sat my Uncle Pat, his lucky revolver against his temple. All the lights were out and he sat there looking like hell. The most disturbing thing I saw was that my pipsqueak tough guy uncle...was crying. For the first time in my life I had seen my uncle cry. I knew he could pull that trigger faster than I could get to him. So, I had to talk him out of it. I took a careful step towards him, with one hand out just in case.

“It...it wasn’t your fault man” I said “it was them. They killed her...Monstrum and this Bocor guy...they’re responsible for her death. And if you kill yourself...I’m down one ally for her revenge and drinking buddy...cause I’m gonna look stupid and scary drunk singing ‘Piano Man’ at the River Dance every Friday...”

Then, he started to laugh and I knew he wouldn’t pull the trigger. He dropped the gun and bottle of rum, laughing and crying into his hands. He looked up at me with red eyes and said in a slow voice:

“No offence to yur manhood, boyo, but you’re more like yur mom than ye’ll ever know”

As we sat there starring at each other, my phone went off. I looked to see who it was and I recognized Uncle Alex’s cell number. While Uncle Pat put away the rum and his revolver, I picked up the phone.

“Hey uncle Alex. What’s up?”

“Hey Kenny. Listen...there’s a guy here at the station who has some information on this Bocor character that your mom looked up before she died. He says he wants to help, but...you can’t tell anyone, he’s with Arachnos. Big spider, kiddo.”

I was quiet for about 3 minutes, thinking this over. Arachnos? Why would they help me? This has gotta be a trick, but Uncle Alex wouldn’t work with this guy if he knew he was shady. I held the phone to my head and said:

“ok, but Uncle Pat comes with me. All right?”
“He says that’s fine. Sides, I wouldn’t have it another way.”

I told Uncle Pat what was going down and we left the loft. We didn’t speak the whole drive there, it was just too tense. We parked in front of the PPD & slipped in to the MCID (Meta-human Criminal Investigation Department). You see, civies are NOT supposed to go back there. If all the heroes who got into trouble with the law were seen by the public, hero hating psycho’s like Sen. Jacob King would have their way. Hell, there’s this one hero named “El Fuego” who’s in there every other week for some minor charge(speeding, bar fights, etc.). So, we head into Uncle Alex’s office and all the lights, except for the desk lamp, were out. Uncle Alex sat at his desk, looking at the space next to the door with nervous eyes. I walked in, trying to see what was up. Suddenly, and in what I think was a tad over dramatic, the door was slammed behind us and locked. I spun around with my fist sheathed in electricity, to see who was there.

It was Scirocco.

He wasn’t in his costume and he had his hair tied back, but I knew instantly who he was. Me and a few other heroes got briefed on all Arachnos operatives by Statesman when they blew into town. Scirocco (if ya don’t know) is in charge of Arachnos mystics, the Mu I think they’re called. He was dressed sort of like a spy, black leather over coat with all black clothing. Poking out of the bottom of the coat was the tip of his scimitar, Serafina. I didn’t want to mess with this guy.

“Mr. Harkenson” he said with a strange smile “you need not fear me. I am not here for battle, I am here to bring about justice and too take down a threat to his lordship Lord Recluse.”. As he finished speaking, he threw this manila file onto Uncle Alex’s desk marked “Bocor, Jacques”. As he stepped to ward the door to leave, I asked:

“Why are you helping me, really? Is this Bocor guy a big threat or what?”

As he looked over his should at me with a smirk he said “He indeed is, but you are of interest to me and his lordship Recluse. Consider it a compliment, brother of Lightning. Good day. McMurphy, always a pleasure”. And with that he left, shutting the door behind him. I reached toward my uncles desk with a trembling hand and picked up the file. I looked at his name, Bocor, and thought:

“Pay back time Bocor”

Next: Pay Back Time


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