GODLING # 22: Round ‘em up!
by J. Vandersteen
– GODLING – THE ONE MAN
PANTHEON: ROUND ‘EM UP!
The supervillain called Nuclear Warrior,
clad in a red and yellow
costume with a radiation symbol on it, flies
through the sky,
manoeuvring between the tall skyscrapers of New Troy.
following him, using Perseus’ power of flight.
I’m not going
to let him get away, Godling thinks. There’s too many of
thugs that escaped (last issue, ed.) for me to let
any one of them get away
when I see one.
Suddenly, Nuclear Warrior turns around and blasts Godling
who just in
time manages to channel the invulnerability of Achilles. The
the blast smacks him right through a building.
He ends up on a
desk of a very full office. There’s a lot of panic
among the office workers.
Nuclear Warrior flies into the office
through the hole the hero left.
Godling gets up, just in time to avoid
one of the supervillain’s blasts.
Using the power of sun god Apollo he blinds the villain with a bright
blast of light. He follows that up with a roundhouse right, using the
strength of Heracles. Nuclear Warrior is knocked out.
“All right people,
everything is in control. No need to worry. I’ll
come by later to repair the
damage,” Godling said to the office
workers. There was a moment of pause and
doubt, but finally he was
rewarded with applause. The people of New Troy had
all been witness of
how Godling freed the city from Master Destiny.
Godling picks up the villain and flies off.
DA Linda Cooper is
giving her opening statement to the judge when all
hell breaks loose.. On
trial is the supervillain called Mr. Gator,
half human, half alligator. The
villain suddenly rises from his chair
and attacks her. Luckily, there’s
extra security there and they all
jump on the villain, prying her off the
DA. He knocks them off his
body however and runs for the exit. Guns are
fired at him, but his
scaly hide is not penetrated by the bullets and he
walks out of the
Just as he leaves, Wade Hudson gets out
of his car and spots him.
Without hesitation he gets back in his car and
drives into Mr. Gator.
Wide eyed the villain sees the car coming but he’s
too late to avoid
it and ends up on it’s hood, uncounscious.
out, 9mm handgun aimed at the villain.
Linda Coopers exclaims, “My God!
Haven’t you ever heard of excessive
Hudson says, “That only
works for normal perps. These superpowered
crazies need excessive force. In
fact, did you ever wonder how we’re
going to keep these thugs from breaking
out of the Court Room?”
“Maybe we should ask Godling for help?” Cooper
Hudson crosses his arms defiantly. “Are we going to keep turning to
that showboat for help? Isn’t it time we started to fend for
What if something happens to him? We need to be able to
fight back against
these crazies. Without Godling.”
Godling lands at Tartarus II, the
prison he made with the power of the
Spear of Destiny, Nuclear Warrior in
his arms. The gates open and he
is greeted by one of the robotic guards, one
of the New
“New delivery,” Godling tells it.
take care of it,” say the robot and takes Nuclear Warrior out
of the hero’s
arms with its tentacles.
“I will pick him up when he’s ready to go to
The robot carried the villain further inside.
Tartarus II was filled
with cells that were able to deal with the many
captured when Master Destiny was arrested. There were
bars made from
mythical steel, and some cells were filled with water, others
fire. There was no escape possible.
Godling felt a little bad about
what he had used his powers for.
Imprisoning people seemed wrong to him,
even if it were all criminals.
It was the only way to keep New Troy safe
from them however.
Godling flew off.
Master Destiny was sitting in
a normal prison cell, in New Troy’s
regular prison. After all, without the
Spear of Destiny he was just a
regular human being.
There was a doctor
with him. Master Destiny looks about about ninety
also a guard with the doctor, saying, “I don’t get it. When he
came in hear
he looked to be about forty years old.”
“I can’t help you. I’ve never seen
anything like this,” the doctor
Destiny says, softly, “The Spear
kept me from aging, without it I’m
slowly aging again. I will die in this
cell. I swear however, death
will not be the end of me!”
“He’s dead,” the doctor says.
“What was that stuff about death
being not the end?” the guard says.
“It creeped me out.”
“Ramblings of a
dying man,” the doctor says.
They don’t notice the strange shadow on the
wall. The shadow that
seems to be the shape of a devil. It’s there just
briefly and gone in
Godling lands at the Coffee Pit, one
of New Troy’s coffee bars. As
soon as he’s landed he changes into professor
Quentin Alexander and
Officer Janson is already waiting for
him at a table. She is out of
uniform, her hair loose, wearing a tank top
and a skirt. She looks
“Hi,” Quentin says. “Finally, the cup of
coffee we planned on having.”
“Yeah, my sick leave gives me the free time to
catch up on my social
life,” Janson says.
Quentin sits down. “How are
“Well, okay I guess. The department issued Darlene and me some
good shrinks. Although Darlene seems to have little need for one.
She’s already back on duty, taking out her anger on the bad guys.”
must have been terrible for you, to be so helpless against Master
“It could’ve been a whole lot worse if it wasn’t for Godling. But
about that. Let’s leave it at the fact I’m feeling better by
the day and
hopefully will be back on the job soon. I want to get to
know you a little
“Same here,” Quentin says with a smile. “I’m afraid I’m not as
interesting a person as, say, Godling.”
“I doubt that. Tell me, did you
always want to become a teacher?”
“Not exactly. I’ve always been interested
in mythology however. Not
much to do with an interest like that but become a
teacher. What about
you? Did you always want to be a cop?”
my sister got killed.”
“Your sister got killed? That’s awful!”
just a kid, ten years old. She was just an innocent bystander,
killed in a
drive-by shooting. Since then I guess I felt the desire to
protect people. I
didn’t want other kids to go through what I went
sound like an easy childhood,” Quentin says.
“Yours was eve worse. I don’t
feel at ease with you feeling sorry for
my past.” She was probably talking
about the death of Quentin’s own
parents and the fact his brother was in
Quentin sighs. “Let’s just say we both have some baggage to carry
along. But let’s talk about nicer things, get to know each other a bit
better on another level. Like, what sort of music do you like?”
folk punk. Street Dogs, Dropkick Murphy’s, Flogging Molly,”
Quentin gives her a blank look. “I have absolutely never heard of
I’m more of a Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash lover myself.” That was
age difference talking there, Quentin thought.
“I love Cash! Especially the
American Recordings. In fact, there’s
this Cash-tribute band playing
tomorrow night, right here in New Troy.
Would you like to go there with me?”
Quentin smiles a big smile. “I’d love to.”
“Great!” Janson exclaims and
gives Quentin a quick peck on the cheek.
“Hi,” someone says at that moment.
It’s Monica Sawyer, she’s just
“Monica!” Quentin says and
thinks, I almost feel like she caught me
cheating on her or something, how
stupid is that?
“Hello miss Sawyer,” Janson says.
“I just felt an urgent
need for some frappacino,” Monica says. “I
didn’t know you two were seeing
“Well, it’s not that exactly… I mean, I --,” Quentin stammers.
“He means today is the first day we’ve been seeing each other without
handcuffing him,” Janson says.
“Kinky,” Monica says.
Quentin and Janson
both get very red.
Here I am with this lovely young woman and Monica walks
suddenly I can’t think about how good Monica smells, how great her
smile is, Quentin thinks.
At the other side of the city, in an
abandoned building six men in
dark robes stand in a circle. Above their
heads they hold gold swords
as they chant. “Ikway-chai-da-way.
From a dark hole in the middle of the
circle a giant scorpion tail
“Welcome, Scorpion God,”
one of the men in robes says. “We welcome you
to our dimension which we
offer for you to take. Soon, Earth will be