Darkness in Make Believe.
Created | Updated Jan 4, 2004
That insidious dark voice; it was calling him again. It's gravelled gasps are drawing me to it. The others sleep; he looked in on them as he went by. Jinkies, Phenomenal, Gooseman, even the janitor is asleep. He was alone against voice, himself, them. The darkness laughed at his attempts against it. Without his scarf he was powerless against this psychic assault. He struggled, but it has already overpowered him. Dear darkness.
He entered into the garage next to the MIGOSH vehicles. He struggled against the voice, himself, them truly and valiantly but it forced him to open a hover car and start it. The car slowly, quietly rose from the garage. He knew where he was going. It knew where he was going. They knew where They were going.
The portal's outline became clearer and he saw his first glimpse of his destination. Unreality. He had no control, it was too close and too strong. He passed through the portal. The vessel set down in front of an impossible palace. The darkness creased stretching to infinty and very likely quite beyond that. The laughter was audible and he crossed the threshold into the home of his enemy.
The shadow of death cloaked his shoulders, the rancid smell of unadulterated destruction filled his nostrils. The chill flows from the walls. He went up the stairs; flickers of cold flame lit his way into it's throne room, the man's throne room, their throne room. They existed together, apart and parallelly. The cowled figure on the throne with the large staff draws him up to him with his eyes. They were bright, glinting eyes. Red, and blues flickered dangerously in them; the man knew it was smiling, that he was smiling, that they were smiling. Its face was hidden from him. It draws up his cowl to reveal the man, no not the man, a different person, a doppelganger, its face was burnt distorted from festering in its unreal realm. He laughed darkly as the man bowed to him and fell to one knee.
He bent down to the man's ear, "Your time is over. It's my turn. The rule of the weak is defeated by the rule of the strong." He chuckled as he returns to his position in his throne.
"Never, I won't give up to you," the man gritted through my teeth.
"We'll see. We'll see," It began to laugh maniacally.
***
The last time we met, Super Bufanda was powerless against the will of the Dark Avenger. He was strung up and quite rudely tortured..
"The game is up," called The Dark Avenger, "give in."
Super Bufanda, now quite bloody and bruised, coughing and not looking well at all, "Never," he erupted into a paraxosysm of coughes, "You have no control over me..."
The Dark Avenger, "Really, I was the one that brought you here, I think I have quite a lot of power over you..."
Suddenly, there is a crashing sound. Three figures run into the throne room. It's Super Bufanda's comrades, Captain Phenomenal, Gooseman and the ever fresh and beautiful Super Jinkies.
"What is this!?" roared The Dark Avenger.
"It is, said Captain Phenomenal, " a rescue."
"So are you going to give up easily, or are we going to have to muss our hair?" said Super Jinkies, who was wearing a nice wide brimmed fedorah, "or our hats.."
Gooseman looked up at Super Jinkies, "I'm always up for the mussing of hair."
Super Jinkies shot Gooseman an evil, malevolent look.
"No, giving up won't do," said the Dark Avenger as he leveled his mystical staff at the heroes,
"No!" Screamed Super Bufanda struggling against his bindings.....
To be Continued...........
***
The figure behind the voice moved toward them. The heroes fell back, away from this stranger.
"What?" He looked down at his clothes, "Oh dear, my vest is burned and it's my best azure vest, too."
"Umm, excuse me..." Interjected Gooseman, "but you were dead..."
"Really when did that happen?" Asked the figure quietly, "if someone told you, then you got some pretty bad information..."
Super Jinkies, "But you were and then I and then you, and then...."
The figure smiled, "I'm sure that's exactly how it happened."
"Super Bufanda, do explain," Demanded Captain Phenomenal, "Are you what I think you are?"
"A timelord, naw, just a little trick I picked up in Tibet, it's a form of controlled re-incarnation, well regeneration but I get to choose my form, more often than not...."
"What?" Super Jinkies walked behind Captain Phenomenal, trying to stay away from Super Bufanda, or at least the impersonator.
"My life was suspended certain genetic thingies were turned back and well, then life was re-animated," explained Super Bufanda. " I'm rather lucky the process can take a while, but fortunately the fatal blow was rather localised...."
"Wait, you were dead and then you weren't," cried out Gooseman.
"We've been through that, do try and keep up," said Super Bufanda.
"It is not unheard of. I know of certain beings capable of this regeneration," said Captain Phenomenal quietly. " They are extremely ancient and powerful though, I have seen no such action in any younger race."
"No time for that, where's the Dark Avenger?" asked Super Bufanda hurriedly.
"He slipped away, somewhere," reported Captain Phenomenal.
"Drat, this is his world, his entire universe, if we didn'tget him now we won't!" Spat Super Bufanda, "He'll have pocketed himself away, until he sees a chance...."
"What now?" asked Gooseman cautiously.
"Nothing, we can't find him until he wishes to be found, so, well, I suppose we can go home," said Super Bufanda warily.
The group of heroes walked out and climbed into the hover vehicle. Captain Phenomenal and Gooseman got in front, Super Jinkies and Super Bufanda got in back.
"So," whispered Super Jinkies, as they hovered over New York.
"So what?" replied Super Bufanda quietly.
"So what about what you said?" needled Super Jinkies as she coiled her fingers around his.
"Yes? Well, things happen when you're just about to die, err, psuedo-die," mumbled Super Bufanda.
"So, it was all a dillusion, a delerium?" asked Super Jinkies coldly.
"Err, yes," said Super Bufanda as he averted her eyes, "it was just a delireous incident. I can't even remember what happened."
"I see," growled Super Jinkies, turning to face a window.
"I'm sorry..." encouraged Super Bufanda.
She didn't answer. The hover vehicle landed and the heroes got out.
"You'll excuse me, it's been a long night...." said Super Jinkies tearily.
"Sarah please..." called Super Bufanda as he followed after her.
He caught up to her, and grabbed her arm.
"Go!" yelled Super Jinkies, " I don't want to talk to you, Simon!"
"I can't help..." started Super Bufanda.
"You knew about the regeneration crap, Simon! You didn't say anything, and then you did that!" yelled Super Jinkies crying angrily.
"You had to think it was delirium..."
"It sounded sincere."
"Quite, but the thing didn't work that way."
"I see, so now what?"
"No, idea."
Super Jinkies turned on her heels and left in a huff.
"I'm still quite smitten with you though," whispered Super Bufanda to himself.
He entered into the garage next to the MIGOSH vehicles. He struggled against the voice, himself, them truly and valiantly but it forced him to open a hover car and start it. The car slowly, quietly rose from the garage. He knew where he was going. It knew where he was going. They knew where They were going.
The portal's outline became clearer and he saw his first glimpse of his destination. Unreality. He had no control, it was too close and too strong. He passed through the portal. The vessel set down in front of an impossible palace. The darkness creased stretching to infinty and very likely quite beyond that. The laughter was audible and he crossed the threshold into the home of his enemy.
The shadow of death cloaked his shoulders, the rancid smell of unadulterated destruction filled his nostrils. The chill flows from the walls. He went up the stairs; flickers of cold flame lit his way into it's throne room, the man's throne room, their throne room. They existed together, apart and parallelly. The cowled figure on the throne with the large staff draws him up to him with his eyes. They were bright, glinting eyes. Red, and blues flickered dangerously in them; the man knew it was smiling, that he was smiling, that they were smiling. Its face was hidden from him. It draws up his cowl to reveal the man, no not the man, a different person, a doppelganger, its face was burnt distorted from festering in its unreal realm. He laughed darkly as the man bowed to him and fell to one knee.
He bent down to the man's ear, "Your time is over. It's my turn. The rule of the weak is defeated by the rule of the strong." He chuckled as he returns to his position in his throne.
"Never, I won't give up to you," the man gritted through my teeth.
"We'll see. We'll see," It began to laugh maniacally.
***
The last time we met, Super Bufanda was powerless against the will of the Dark Avenger. He was strung up and quite rudely tortured..
"The game is up," called The Dark Avenger, "give in."
Super Bufanda, now quite bloody and bruised, coughing and not looking well at all, "Never," he erupted into a paraxosysm of coughes, "You have no control over me..."
The Dark Avenger, "Really, I was the one that brought you here, I think I have quite a lot of power over you..."
Suddenly, there is a crashing sound. Three figures run into the throne room. It's Super Bufanda's comrades, Captain Phenomenal, Gooseman and the ever fresh and beautiful Super Jinkies.
"What is this!?" roared The Dark Avenger.
"It is, said Captain Phenomenal, " a rescue."
"So are you going to give up easily, or are we going to have to muss our hair?" said Super Jinkies, who was wearing a nice wide brimmed fedorah, "or our hats.."
Gooseman looked up at Super Jinkies, "I'm always up for the mussing of hair."
Super Jinkies shot Gooseman an evil, malevolent look.
"No, giving up won't do," said the Dark Avenger as he leveled his mystical staff at the heroes,
"No!" Screamed Super Bufanda struggling against his bindings.....
To be Continued...........
***
The figure behind the voice moved toward them. The heroes fell back, away from this stranger.
"What?" He looked down at his clothes, "Oh dear, my vest is burned and it's my best azure vest, too."
"Umm, excuse me..." Interjected Gooseman, "but you were dead..."
"Really when did that happen?" Asked the figure quietly, "if someone told you, then you got some pretty bad information..."
Super Jinkies, "But you were and then I and then you, and then...."
The figure smiled, "I'm sure that's exactly how it happened."
"Super Bufanda, do explain," Demanded Captain Phenomenal, "Are you what I think you are?"
"A timelord, naw, just a little trick I picked up in Tibet, it's a form of controlled re-incarnation, well regeneration but I get to choose my form, more often than not...."
"What?" Super Jinkies walked behind Captain Phenomenal, trying to stay away from Super Bufanda, or at least the impersonator.
"My life was suspended certain genetic thingies were turned back and well, then life was re-animated," explained Super Bufanda. " I'm rather lucky the process can take a while, but fortunately the fatal blow was rather localised...."
"Wait, you were dead and then you weren't," cried out Gooseman.
"We've been through that, do try and keep up," said Super Bufanda.
"It is not unheard of. I know of certain beings capable of this regeneration," said Captain Phenomenal quietly. " They are extremely ancient and powerful though, I have seen no such action in any younger race."
"No time for that, where's the Dark Avenger?" asked Super Bufanda hurriedly.
"He slipped away, somewhere," reported Captain Phenomenal.
"Drat, this is his world, his entire universe, if we didn'tget him now we won't!" Spat Super Bufanda, "He'll have pocketed himself away, until he sees a chance...."
"What now?" asked Gooseman cautiously.
"Nothing, we can't find him until he wishes to be found, so, well, I suppose we can go home," said Super Bufanda warily.
The group of heroes walked out and climbed into the hover vehicle. Captain Phenomenal and Gooseman got in front, Super Jinkies and Super Bufanda got in back.
"So," whispered Super Jinkies, as they hovered over New York.
"So what?" replied Super Bufanda quietly.
"So what about what you said?" needled Super Jinkies as she coiled her fingers around his.
"Yes? Well, things happen when you're just about to die, err, psuedo-die," mumbled Super Bufanda.
"So, it was all a dillusion, a delerium?" asked Super Jinkies coldly.
"Err, yes," said Super Bufanda as he averted her eyes, "it was just a delireous incident. I can't even remember what happened."
"I see," growled Super Jinkies, turning to face a window.
"I'm sorry..." encouraged Super Bufanda.
She didn't answer. The hover vehicle landed and the heroes got out.
"You'll excuse me, it's been a long night...." said Super Jinkies tearily.
"Sarah please..." called Super Bufanda as he followed after her.
He caught up to her, and grabbed her arm.
"Go!" yelled Super Jinkies, " I don't want to talk to you, Simon!"
"I can't help..." started Super Bufanda.
"You knew about the regeneration crap, Simon! You didn't say anything, and then you did that!" yelled Super Jinkies crying angrily.
"You had to think it was delirium..."
"It sounded sincere."
"Quite, but the thing didn't work that way."
"I see, so now what?"
"No, idea."
Super Jinkies turned on her heels and left in a huff.
"I'm still quite smitten with you though," whispered Super Bufanda to himself.
