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Trapped in Dark Astoria
City of Heroes fiction
By Eli J. Litzelman
RoboZon sat waiting in the Talos Island
hospital. He was very thankful to have found some clothes at the
abandoned facility in Dark Astoria, but none of the shoes fit so he
remained barefooted. Since everyone else had been injured in some
way, he now sat alone as they received treatment. He rattled his
fingers on the arm of the chair as his dark brown eyes scanned the
room. It was almost identical to the other hospitals around the
city and, just like them, a steady stream of heroes came out.
Looking down at his oversized outfit, he sighed and thought of his
suit. He felt confident that he could take down any punk that
came along, but actual villains with powers might be difficult.
He had thought of retiring before but after feeling the familiar rush
of battle and danger, he wanted to return to the playing field.
“Stupid suit,” he thought.
A door opened to his right and he looked up. Carrying a
clipboard, a doctor stepped off of the elevator and walked over toward
him. “Are you RoboZon?”
Standing up, RoboZon said, “Yes.”
The doctor flipped through the papers on the clipboard.
“Archer of Ramesses is suffering from extreme exhaustion and
should be in bed for a few days, minimum. After that he should
take it easy for a little while. Daughter of the Wood has been
injured quite severely but her regeneration powers are quite
amazing. She should take it pretty easy for a week or two.”
“Mrs. Blackwell is a very remarkable case. Apparently, she
has a gene that absorbs netherworld energy. At first contact,
negative energy will cause great pain. But after that, she can
absorb and manipulate it. In fact, there is evidence she can
actually create it. I found this quite interesting so I did some
research and found this actually runs in her family. Her
grandfather was one of the original heroes before the Rikti War.”
“But she’s fine?”
“Oh yes, of course. A little exhausted and starved from
recent events and should stay here for a day or so to recover, but she
is perfectly fine.”
RoboZon sighed. “Good.”
“Are you sure you don’t need a checkup, sir?”
“Yea, I'm good. Thanks for your help.”
RoboZon shook the man’s hand and walked to the door.
Letting himself out, he thought about calling a cab but felt like
walking. Breathing in the afternoon air, he began the journey
RoboZon walked up to his house and reached for his pocket. His
keys were in his suit. Muffling a curse, he reluctantly reached
for the door. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. He
opened it, stepped in, and turned on a light. Shrugging, he
headed for the kitchen but something caught his eye. Turning
around, he saw his suit in the clear case. He walked over and
examined it. It was perfectly intact, but something was not quite
right about it. He opened the case and a familiar smell reached
his nostrils: magic. He then closed the container and shook
his head. Without giving it another thought, he walked to the
kitchen and pulled out a banana. He peeled and ate it.
Throwing the peel in the garbage, he went into his bedroom and laid
down on his bed. He closed his eyes and was asleep within minutes.
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