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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Dark White -
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- 02: Darkness Embraced -
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by Ironhorse
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Standing spellbound just outside the bedroom door of the rumored-to-be
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haunted home of deceased World League member Jennifer Sanders is little Joey
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Russo. He convinced himself after a lot of self-persuasion to check the
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bedroom in which from outside he thought he saw a ghost. Now, just before he
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fainted, he was sure he did.
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Meanwhile, many miles away...
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The large man dressed in dark colors loomed slowly down the alley trying to
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decide what he would do next - his name is only Stark, and anything he wants,
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he gets.
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Just as he realized what should be his next conquest a little blonde haired
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girl in pigtails stepped from underneath a fire escape into his path.
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Stark looked down to see what many might have considered the sweetest little
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face - large baby blue eyes, petite nose, just a smudge of blackness on one
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cheek streaked by the trails of her tears, yet a smile bright enough to melt
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the coldest heart.
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"Can toy help me get my kitty mister?" the little six year old angel asked
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brightly while pointing to a cat stuck up on the first floor fire escape
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whose ladder had long since rusted and collapsed to the ground.
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"Of course," said Stark.
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The girl noticed Stark's smile was not friendly but sinister too late as he
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lowered his large hand over her head, gripping it tightly and in one deft
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swing, flinging her forty-five pound frame through the air. Her back crashed
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hard against the railing of the fire escape, mercifully - though to Stark's
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annoyance, breaking her spine, killing her - while the force of the impact
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continued to spin her frail, lifeless form over the rail, slapping her face
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into the mesh steel floor grating of the escape, ruining all of her angelic
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features.
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Stark looked up at the blood streaked form, noticed the fear frozen in her
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dead eyes and smiled.
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Then he noticed the cat. It was licking at the blood the was dripping to the
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ground below. Suddenly he laughed. Heartily. Evilly. A sound to chill men to
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the bone.
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"That's right kitty. Dinner time. Dinner fucking- time."
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--+=*=+--
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A few hours later Joey Russo opened his eyes to find he was laying in a bed.
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For a second he actually believed it was all a dream... then he realized he
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did not get into this bed himself. And more so, as his eyes grew accustomed
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to the darkness just beginning to give way to the light of day, he realized
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this bed was his own. He was in his bed, in his house, completely on the
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opposite side of town as the Sanders' home.
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How'd I get here?
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And elsewhere...
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Edward Lynch looked up from his table strewn with various charts, graphs,
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maps, and assorted folders. Stepping through the door of his study was his
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significant other with what appeared to be a mug of hot chocolate. Dressed in
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nothing more than a red silk teddy, the five foot four tanned and toned woman
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was more than alluring, she was a goddess.
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She stopped where she stood when she saw the look on Eddie's face. "I thou-",
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she started to say.
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"What did I tell you about my study!" Eddie raged.
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"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lisa screamed as she whirled about heading for the
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door, the scalding cocoa splashing against her exposed flesh seeming not to
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effect her. She knows how Eddie gets when she's done something wrong.
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With the door slammed tight behind her, Lisa waited. Luckily, Eddie did not
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come out - Lisa didn't think she had enough make-up to cover any more
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bruises, but she did scold herself, because she knew it was her fault. It
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always was.
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"You coward!" hollered Stewart Meneke as Joey Russo tried to explain why he
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was in his own bed this morning instead of the Sanders' house. "You probably
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got all scared and ran home to mommy."
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"Did not!" retorted Russo. "I saw it. I know who the ghost of the Sanders'
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house is!" At least, he thought he did. After waking in his bed this morning
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he did ask his parents what happened in the last fight World League ever had.
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His idea is the only one that makes sense...
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Months ago, in downtown Los Angeles...
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"So, in a stupendous clash of biblical proportions, World League has defeated
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not only Street Vengeance, but an army of were-creatures as well," narrated
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the news caster with his bad to the smoldering Hollywood Hills.
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"There's Rumble. Let's ask him what happened..."
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As the news caster approached the large Russian he turned and said several
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things to the man that never made it on the air - something about the painful
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removal of parts the newsman was quite attached to was mentioned though.
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The only official release from the team was made two days later, faxed to the
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Associated Press.
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From the New York Times...
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The first, and what appears to be last
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statement from World League Headquarters
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follows:
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The surviving members of World League,
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[Rumble, Bolt, Surge, Great White, Frost,
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and Condor], regretfully resign their
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posts as international trouble-shooters
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in the areas of super-natural
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occurrences.
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The loss of Jennifer Sanders, formerly
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known as Nighting Gale, and Karen Robbins
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[Flex], has touched the world deeply, and
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we thank you all for your support.
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Services for them will be announced.
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Also gone from us is Great White,
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though not dead, he is no longer with us.
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He will be missed.
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Thanks to everyone for you
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encouragement, and special thanks to the
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Brotherhood's, because if it were not for
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them, we would not have been.
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And if the need ever arises, we'll be
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in touch.
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- Alice "Condor" Stevenson
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World League
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Los Angeles, California
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"Don't you get it? It wasn't her, it was _him_," argued Joey Russo to his new
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"friends", the bully, Alex Binder and Arthur Damsky. The four stood in the
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Duart Library, which also served as the post office and general store in this
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small town.
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"But what would he want with the old Sander's house?"
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"Yeah. And how'd you get back in your bed?"
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Hours after he chased her from his study, Edward Lynch emerged into the
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living room of his Toronto home to find Lisa curled up on the couch in a
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fetal position, staring at, but not seeing, the Sunday Matinee on the
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television. He quickly seduced her and in no time they were "making love."
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Neither noticed this week's showing was "Invasion of the Body Snatchers."
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Soon, neither one of them cared.
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Stark steps out into the chilly autumn air blowing across the roof top of the
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three story apartment building in which he lives. Surveying the dank
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surroundings of the city, he looks for the first time dejected. Standing near
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the edge of the roof he looks across the street and sees a naked woman
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sitting upright and moving up and down in carnal fashion. It is moments
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before she notices him and rises to shade the window. He smiles at her and
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she quickly pulls the shade and turns away.
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Once again he is sullen.
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"Everybody wants some," he mumbles, and turns in.
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"So Eddie," coos Lisa from within his arms. "What were you doing in there?"
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Eddie's body tensed and for a minute Lisa thought she made yet another of her
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innumerable mistakes, but then he relaxed again.
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"Something really big kid," he said with a sneer, "something really fucking
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big."
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Lisa shivered slightly. "W-when are we going back to the States?"
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"Soon, baby, soon. We've got an appointment to keep."
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"Oh really?" Lisa asked. "With who?"
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"The president."
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Lisa laughed.
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Eddie didn't.
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"Come on!"
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"No way!"
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"What, are you chicken?"
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"No... um. My mom wants me home for lunch. See you later."
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And so the bully, Stewart Meneke ran off, leaving Joey Russo standing alone
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once again on the steps of the Sanders' home.
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"Chicken," Russo said and stepped into the house.
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The living room was much more inviting in the mid-day light, even without any
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furniture. The night before all the shadows of the trees outside cast into
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the vacant home certainly made it _feel_ haunted.
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"I can't believe those guys," Russo said to himself. "Haunted. Hah, there's
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no such thing as ghosts."
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"Then you've figured me out..." said a voice somewhere in Russo's head.
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The little boy jumped and then steeled himself. Looking around he could
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barely make out a man-like shape of dim light moving towards him with the sun
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to it's "back."
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"Yes, and I know who you are too," Russo said defensively.
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"I can see that. Well, Joey, my friends here call me Warren."
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And the little boy smiled up at the light. He was right.
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Ever more to come...
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