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I Remember...

 

Chapter Three

 

Peeking out the window once again, Van Helsing felt his chest filling with dread.  The fog was as thick as he had ever seen it, but the devilish red eyes still pierced through the haze, chilling him to the bone.  The sheer number of eyes made him mentally step back. Though his memory was anything but perfect, he had never seen so many of the bloodsuckers in the same location at once.  

 

Reloading his crossbow and double checking his remaining weaponry, he turned to Alfred and said, “Pennyworth, here.  You may want to take this.” He tossed the butler two carved wooden stakes.  

 

“Will this do me any good against Helspont?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

 

“Listen, I am not sure any of us will survive until Helspont comes in here,” said Van Helsing.

 

“I love your confidence, sir,” said Alfred.

 

“Just being realistic,” said Van Helsing.  “There is a swarm coming.”

 

“Then we need to take out as many as we can,” said Blackhawk, checking through his own guns.  “I’m not going down without a fight.”

 

“You’ve come around,” said Van Helsing.  “Good.” Blackhawk had been blaming himself for the failure of the plane crash, a crash that, if avoided, could have led them to escape.  There was no time for looking back right now.

 

“How about you, Alfred?  Have you ever faced off with vampires?”

 

“Vampires?” he said, with a smile and a fleeting memory to his ‘master’.  “No, but I must say that this is a tad ironic.”

 

“What does that mean?” Blackhawk said.  

 

“Nevermind,” said Alfred.  REMEMBER. Turning quickly, Alfred looked around the room “What was that?”

 

“What was what?” asked Blackhawk.  Van Helsing had already turned away from this conversation, and Alfred shook his head.  

 

“Again, nevermind.”

 

Meanwhile, in the fog outside the Alamo, Helspont waited for the vampires to be in the proper place.  By suggestion, he had enlisted Brother Blood as much for his horde as for any of his other skills. He was willing to put up with the vampire to accomplish this goal.  A green skinned man walked up behind Helspont, gently placing his hand on the Daemonite’s shoulder. 

 

“It is just a matter of time, Prince Artis, before you have what you need to finally take your rightful place.”

 

Querl Dox smirked as his blonde hair dropped across his face.  He knew what he was after and he had the genius to get it done.  It had been too long since he left Colu and even longer since he found himself back from the future. He had adapted to life in the 21st century, but his grasp on the reality of his situation had never been completely balanced.  

 

“Thank you, Querl,” said Helspont.  “Your council has been of vital importance to me. Your suggestion of Blood was inspired.”

 

The smirk extended into a full blown smile across the green-skinned face of Brainiac 5.  

 

“Yes, it was,” Querl Dox aka Brainiac 5 was never modest.  He knew how brilliant he was, though he may not have been able to see how far he had fallen.  He was once a hero. Now, he was anything but. In his other hand, Querl held a chain which trailed back into the fog. 

 

“He is secure?” asked Helspont.

 

“Of course,” Brainiac 5 said, dragging the weight at the end of the chain to the feet of Helsport.  The man was bound by the chain around both arms and legs.

 

Alec Swan, bound and gagged, looked through his swollen eyes at the four-color villains standing over him.  He rolled his eyes back into his head.

 

How come I always get mixed up with these goons?” he thought.  “I don’t know why I can’t just find myself an easy case...something natural or down to earth.  Maybe a cheating husband where all I have to worry about is getting some pictures and what to bring along to eat during the stakeout.  Nope. I get vampires and super villains.”

 

REMEMBER

 

Before Alec Swan, a private investigator with the unfortunate name Firearm, could react to the voice, Brainiac 5 pulled on the chain once more, refocusing Swan on his current problem. The head vampire had arrived back at the pow-wow and Swan was hoping to discover something to help him out of this situation.

 

I don’t like the way that thing is looking at me,” thought Swan.  “Like it’s feeding time at the farm.”

 

Baron Blood, gazing down at Firearm, said, “Would it be easier if I just controlled his mind like I did the other?”

 

“You would not be able to control his mind,” said Helspont, “because he is a vessel.”

 

Helspont quickly glanced over his shoulder and Querl Dox nodded his support.

 

“But I have him controlled,” said Baron Blood, gesturing into the fog.  Another man walked over, his eyes totally blank and emotionless. “Jim Corrigan.”

 

Swan saw the zombie-like man standing motionless beside the vampire as Baron Blood took a single claw and carefully scratched Corrigan across the cheek.  The man did not move. He did not react.  

 

“Just do what Lord Helspont says, Baron,” said Brainiac 5. 

 

“Of course,” he replied.  A slight drop of blood from the mind controlled man’s face dangled on the vampire’s claw and he licked it clean.  Swan grimaced and he heard that non-corporeal word once again.

 

REMEMBER

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In recent years, Las Vegas has become overrun with family-friendly resorts that also happen to offer gambling. But for real gamblers, the casino of choice has long been one of Wilson Fisk's establishments, the Four Deuces. There's nothing fancy about this place--it's a place to gamble, no more, no less. There are rows of blackjack and poker tables, roulette wheels, and what look like (but really aren't) old-school mechanical slot machines. It's functional, almost spartan, devoid of the stereotypical neon lights and loud music. The one concession to modern sensibilities is The Bullpen, a small bar with wall-to-wall flat-screen TVs showing every conceivable sporting event--and providing opportunities to wager on them, of course.

 

Tucked away in one corner of the Four Deuces is Vic's Lounge, a place for tired gamblers to cool their heels between high-stakes games. They offer drinks and live music around the clock, with Vic providing the headline show twice each night. Vic is an old family friend (so to speak) of both Wilson Fisk and his estranged son, Nick Lone, and is a confidant to both. He often serves as a neutral party when the two need to negotiate or otherwise settle an issue without bloodshed.

 

But unknown to either Fisk or Lone, Marc Spector saved Vic's life back in the war. So Vic is also one of Moon Knight's most reliable informants.

 

Option: Vic Fontaine

 

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Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, our fine young tributes need an escort to guide them through the Reaping and their preparations for the Games.  This critical job requires elegance, poise, and a keen fashion sense.  I'd like to take a moment to recognize our most unique escort!  Please give a warm welcome to...
 
Option: Ruby Rhod (The Fifth Element)
 
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1 hour ago, Old Man said:
Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, our fine young tributes need an escort to guide them through the Reaping and their preparations for the Games.  This critical job requires elegance, poise, and a keen fashion sense.  I'd like to take a moment to recognize our most unique escort!  Please give a warm welcome to...
 
 
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Option: Ruby Rhod (The Fifth Element)
 
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This is bloody near perfect! Well done!

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Solitaire has his allies in the Green Goblin and Sinestro, but the Kingpin is not without resources of his own. In fact, he has several Supers and dozens, if not hundreds, of men-at-arms to enforce his order in the city. 

 

Option: The Card Shark organization from Steve Long's Dark Champions.

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Obviously my draft is a simple set up good versus evil draft.

 

Atomic Robo is assessing Tesladyne Island for possible problems. Grifter and Zealot are in the area because of the rumor mill. Huck is on the island for some unspecified reason. They don't know that Granny Goodness has kidnapped the Omega Sentinel to turn her into the base for a new breed superhuman hunting machines. What they do know is Pike and Shego are protecting the exotic machinery lab and want them out of the way. The Enchantress is Granny's back up against male intruders.

 

What neither side know is the third option is about to arrive from the future to change the course of the fight. The SD Gundam Force arrives to stop Granny Goodness before she wipes out humanity.

CES  

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Ever since the 74th annual Hunger Games, we've realized that our audience craves more than just slaughter--they want a love story.  They want romance!  So this year we've introduced a twist, ladies and gentlemen.  Would you like to know what it is?  I'll tell you anyway.  This year's Hunger Games victor will also be awarded the opportunity to marry Panem's most eligible bachelor!  Would the audience please rise for...
 
The Bachelor: King President Joffrey Baratheon! (Game of Thrones)
 
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