September 28, 2013 at 2:22 pm #832
Before I start posting this story of mine I just wanted to say that I’ve been working on it for a while and it’s still a bit rough around the edges.
It’ll be composed of multiple short stories revolving around the city of mallowford, it’s citizens, it’s heroes and more.
Any comments and questions would be appreciated.September 28, 2013 at 2:27 pm #32266
Mallowford Stories: Henderson
Written by Booziken
Cigarettesâ€¦ my ex-wife always said they were going to be the death of me and here I am with probably the last one Iâ€™ll ever smoke. How the hell did I get stuck here between a super powered death machine and a giant blob thing?
â€œYou followed us here, remember?!â€
As I light my last cigarette, I can only contemplate on the fact that this might actually be the end of me.
â€œAre you even listening to me?â€
â€œHeâ€™s doing that creepy monologue thing again.â€
Well, before I run into this damn mess I should probably be clichÃ© and start from the beginning.
â€œAre we seriously doing this right now?â€
My name is Alex Henderson and I work as a detective in Mallowford City, or I did until just a few weeks ago. It was just an average day; I just got some coffee brewing for the second time today while doing some paperwork. Paperwork was all I ever did since the invincible Captain Epic showed up a few years ago all high and mighty with his self-righteousness, super powers and what not. Donâ€™t get me wrong, I didnâ€™t hate the guy but ever since he showed up thereâ€™s been absolutely no crime at all except a few jay-walkers here and there. All the paperwork we ever did in the office was just glorified journalism on his exploits.
Not much was going on that day so my colleagues and I were talking about playing a few games of poker until the chief showed up. He rounded us all up so I sat on the desk while drinking my bitter coffee.
â€œGentlemen, Captain Epicâ€¦ heâ€™s dead.â€
None of us could believe it, we were all in awe. I was the first to ask as I stood up, â€œHow? Howâ€™d he die Chief?â€ The Chief was stern with his answer,â€ I donâ€™t know, but I do know that if we donâ€™t act now the whole city will go into chaos.â€ I couldnâ€™t believe what I was hearing, hell; I couldnâ€™t believe what I was feeling â€¦ excitement I think it was.
The chief sent me to investigate the â€œdeathâ€ of the Captain, so my partner and I started at the original murder scene. It took place in an empty warehouse down in the industrial lot, as we drove down to the location my partner turned to me and asked, â€œSo howâ€™s things with the ex?â€ With my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road I answered.
â€œSame old, same old.â€
My partner and I didnâ€™t talk much.
As we entered the crime scene I saw that there wasnâ€™t much to see except the signs of a little struggle, a few dashes of blood here and there. My partner James grabbed me by the shoulder and pointed to a smudge on the wall. I couldnâ€™t believe my eyes when I saw it; it still gives me a chill whenever I think about itâ€¦ mustard. Iâ€™ve hated mustard ever since I was a kid and to see it in a work related situation was just wrong but also strange. My partner called me by name,â€ Henderson! Youâ€™re talking to yourself again.â€ I apologized.
People were mourning by the time it hit the news, others started to riot for God knows why and to put the cherry on top of the cake some villains came out of retirement as soon as they heard that he died.
We went down to the coronerâ€™s to inspect the body. His mask was torn from his face; pieces of skin could be seen ripped around his eyes and nose, â€œWhat did he use to keep this thing on? Superglue? â€œMy partner joked. â€œApparently he didâ€, the coroner caused a jump scare in me and my partner. We couldnâ€™t even feel her presence, she was pale as the moon in the night sky, her green eyes penetrated my spirit as I stood there looking at her with her confused look. My partner nudged me,â€ I apologize for my partner, he tends to think out loud.â€ She brushed her dark hair to the side and commenced her analysis. I wasnâ€™t really listening to what she was saying because it was mostly scientific terms and besides, she was some pretty decent eye candy. â€œSo in Laymanâ€™s terms, his heart was taken out but we donâ€™t know how.â€ My partner gagged when she pulled down the sheet to show that his whole chest was still gaping open, I gave an impressed whistle at the sight of it.
A week later I was taken off the case. They said I wasnâ€™t getting enough leads; I was getting nowhere. They got some hot shot detective from up north on the case and put me on patrol with my partner. I didnâ€™t mind though since the case was getting cold anyway and crime started to pick up again.
I was arresting a punk who thought it would be fun assaulting an old lady while she crossed the street when I got the call.
â€œYo Partner! We got a robbery at the east side bank! We going or what?â€
I could only smile. This was my time to shine.
â€œUmm dude? Are you talking to yourself?â€
â€œGo home kid and take off that stupid costume while youâ€™re at it.â€September 28, 2013 at 2:31 pm #32267
Forgot to upload a pic of HendersonSeptember 28, 2013 at 2:37 pm #32268
The Atomic PunkMember
Good start. I like how Henderson’s orations give people around him the creeps.September 28, 2013 at 4:34 pm #32274
Thanks! I really wanted to give him a sort of unique feature but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until I was half-way through writing. Had to start over because of that but I personally liked the result.September 28, 2013 at 5:07 pm #32279
Well I liked it. It was humorous and rather interesting. I would like to know about Captian Epic more like what his powers were and the like.
I love how Henderson is clearly really into the noir detective scene and express’ it far too often resulting in as Atomic put it giving people the creeps.September 29, 2013 at 1:33 pm #32326
Thanks DL, humorous is what I was going for and as for the Captain, he’ll be playing a major role in this series of stories.
I’ll be posting the next story during this week.
Side-note: When are the Hero’s of our time coming back eh?September 29, 2013 at 2:50 pm #32327
soon enoughOctober 4, 2013 at 6:54 am #32476
Due to work and exams violating me, I havenÂ´t been able to advance much with the next tale but luckily for you all I came up with a flash fiction which will be completely Canon to Mallowford.
Again, comments and questions are welcome.
So without further ado, I present to you…
Mallowford Flash: Alana Towers
I live with my Dad between Reece St. and Anderson Blvd. He works all day and comes home really late. He always comes back with bags under his eyes but he always smiles when he sees me. He tucks me into bed and stays up telling me stories until I fall asleep. One night I pretended to be asleep and got up to see what he was doing. I discovered him putting on his special suit. A wig and make-up protected his secret identity; a purse would hold all his gadgets and devices. And just like that, covered in tights, he goes out every night. My Dad is a superhero.November 1, 2013 at 9:05 pm #33277
And then what happened?
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