vrijdag 17 januari 2014

GODLING # 29: The Reality Bomb Saga Part Two

GODLING # 29: The Reality Bomb Saga Part Two
by J. Vandersteen


Paris... The Eiffel Tower has grown arms and legs. Two eyes glow a red light from the top. It is alive and smashing cars with iron feet. People are in panic, running everywhere. Cars explode, people can barely avoid being trampled.
Godling arrives on the scene, flying towards the Tower. "Have no fear, citizens of Paris. I saw what was happening on the news and came as soon as the speed of Hermes could take me here."
Metal arms tried to slug the One Man Pantheon who could just avoid them. He landed on the top of the Tower. Using the power of Hercules he started to pummel it. Iron breaks under his mighty fist.
"I feel bad about tearing this thing apart," Godling thinks. "It IS a national monument. I don't understand what happened to it, but it seems like the crazy kind of thing that happend back at Campus yesterday when that tree became alive."
The Tower started to shake, trying to shake Godling off. He holds on for dear life, his legs swing left and right as he tries to keep a hold on the Tower. With a final shake of the Tower Godling looses his hold and is flung through the air.
He channels the flying powers of Perseus to keep himself from crashing to the ground and lands in front of the Tower. "I'm afraid I'll have to melt you down to scrap," he says and starts to fling fireballs at the Eiffel Tower, using the powers of Hephaestus.
The Tower starts to glow and its legs start to melt. Suddenly the eyes are gone, the arms dissapear and what is left is only an inanimate but damaged Eiffel Tower.
Amidst ambulances and police cars Godling stands, still not sure what happened. "Just like yesterday. The weird stuff starts and stops."
"The tower," one of the cops says. "It's badly damaged. Look at that leg... It might topple."
"Not to worry," Godling says. "I have the engineering skills of Hephaestus at my command. I will fix it."


Buckingham Palace. The guards are firing their rifles at the tourists. Their eyes are ablaze with fire, their teeth are fangs, their ears are pointy and their faces are purple. They look like demons.
A man in a fancy suit and a long, black duster with the Union Jack on it and a domino maks covering his eyes appears from out of nowhere. "Don't worry. Sir Magick has this covered. Demons are my speciality."
The demon guards concentrate their gunfire on him, but a shield of light protects him.
"Strange, these do not seem to be real demons. What kind of abberations of reality are they? Let me see how they deal with a magickal blast." He fires two lightbolts from his hands. Two demonic guards fall on the ground, bodies smoking.
"Well, that certainly did the trick," Sir Magick says. He says a magic spell and three large tentacles appear from the ground that curl around three other demons,
Suddenly the demonic guards turn to regular men again, dazed and confused.
"Hmmm. The effects of whatever happened here seem to have worn off." Sir Magick says another spell and the tentacles are gone, releasing the guards.
"I will have to find out more about this." He say another spell and dissapears in thin air.

A man in battle armor and a helmet, a shield and sword in his hands stands in the middle of the Red Square. He is being attacked by monstrous bears. The bears are red and their eyes blaze with fire. The man slashes the beast with his sword.
"These blasted beasts appeared from nowhere," the hero says in Russian. "These citizens are lucky Russia's biggest hero, Bogatyr happened to be in the neigborhood."
The square breaks open and a red dragon appears. It breathes fire at Bogatyr.
"A Zmeir!" The Russian hero defends himself with his shield. The dragon hits him with his long tail, sending him flying through the air.
He is caught by the flying form of Godling.
"Who?" Bogatyr says.
"I think you have seen me on the news. I am Godling. I have seen news reports about you, Bogatyr. You are the hero-protector of Russia, right? I saw you battling these things on the news and thought you could use a hand."
"Put me down, Bogatyr needs no help. I can slay these monsters."
Godling put him down. "You seemed to have a bit of trouble with that dragon, though."
The dragon comes flying at them, big leathery wings swooping, claws ready to snatch or kill.
"Back off!" Godling says and slings a lightning bolt at the dragon. The dragon falls. Bogatyr attacks the creature with his sword. Godling smashes it with his mighty fists and Hercules strength.
"Its scales are stronger than the mightiest armor!" Bogatyr says.
"Keep hitting it. It will break," Godling says.
Suddenly the dragon and bears are gone.
"What happened here? Where have these creatures gone to?" Bogatyr asks.
"I'm not sure. But this is the third time I've seen this happen. I think this is caused by strange bombs that disrupt reality," Godling says.
"Tell me more," Bogatyr says.


Across time, space and reality two tall men with long beards stand in a room filled with gadgetry. They are dressed in blue togas with a thick purple stripe in the middle.
One of them tells the other, "There is another rip in reality coming up. If we are fast we can drop another reality bomb soon."
"Good," the other one says. "With every bomb we drop we get closer to our goal... Total domination of all realities!"


Tokyo, Japan.
In the city streets Ninjoid, the robotic ninja stands on top of a car, slashing at what look to be human cats with his laserkatana.
"Does not compute. Source of these beings cannot be determined."
A pretty female TV reporter is standing not far from Ninjoid, saying into the microphone, "No one knows how these cats suddenly turned into these humanoid monsters that suddenly started to attack."
Ninjoid seems to be overwhelmed by the large number of enemies and is on his back, sprawled across the car. He kicks and punches at the cats. His katana is on the floor.
"He seems to be facing defeat!" the reporter says, clearly distraught.
Just as all seems to be hopeless the cat creatures are gone into thin air.
Ninjoid gets up, looking left and right, trying to process what just happened.

Monica is watching TV in her home. She is watching the footage from the Red Square where Godling and Bogatyr battled. There is a knock at the door.
She opens up. Wade is in front of the door, holding a bouquet of roses.
"Hi, darling. I'm sorry about our fight the other day. I didn't mean anything by my comments about Godling. It just annoys me sometimes how people seem to forget the real heroes of this city are the non-powered cops, putting their lives on the line every day withou superpowers to protect them."
"It's okay. I understand. Please come in, those roses look lovely."
Wade walks in and notes the TV.
"Godling in Russia? So now he's off fighting demons all over the globe?" Wade says. "Good thing I upgraded a bit. It seems our little hero doesn't care about our city anymore."
"It wouldn't be fair to the rest of the world if he just protected New Troy," Monica says. "It looks like that Russian hero really needed the help."
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Didn't want to start anything again."
"It's okay. I will put those flowers in some water first."
She walks into the kitchen and fills a vase with water.
"Anyway, is it me or are more and more of these heroes popping up all over the world?" Wade says.
"I'm not sure. I do think there are a few more running around in the USA these days."
"And there's Ninjoid of course, in Japan. Pretty impressive that robot, I have to admit."
Monica puts the flowers in a vase. "Would you like some wine. Or a beer?"
"Beer sounds great," Wade says. "I love you babe!"
"I know. But do I still love you?" Monica thinks.

"So this is your headquarters?" Godling asks Bogatyr.
They walk into a cave, set into the mountains.
"It is where I keep my weapons and plan my quests," Bogatyr says.
The cave is filled with medieval weapons that seem to be updated to the 24th century, either carrying flashing lights or gun barrels.
Godling inspects a spear. "Is that a rocket launcher attached to this spear."
"That is right. Sometimes a threat cannot be handled by steel alone."
"As are your powers. So, you think what you encountered in New Troy and Paris is related to what we just faced?"
"Reality seemed to be disrupted in all cases. Maybe we can team up, try to figure out what is going on together. You seem pretty experienced at this kind of thing as well."
"I have been a hero for a long time indeed," Bogatyr says.
Suddenly smoke fills the room. Out of the smoke steps Sir Magick. "Greetings, heroes."
Bogatyr draws his sword. Godling readies the spear he was inspecting.
"I'm no threat to you. In fact, I can be a helpful ally to you both. We are all facing the same threat. There's another hero in Japan that just faced off against another disruption in reality. I propose we enlist his help as well."
"Wait a minute," Bogatyr says. "Who are you? Who says we can trust you?"
Sir Magick lifts a finger. "There's not much time for discussion. We need to act fast before the crack in reality gets too big... The things that can come through would destroy the Earth..."


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