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We were standing on top of a rooftop, dark angels in the night. Nightwing, Robin and I waited in silence for our target to pass by. Finally, it did; the white Lexcorp van meandered by, and I looked at Nightwing and Robin and nodded; we knew what to do.
Lexcorp was up to something; Lex Luthor had become increasingly secluded, to the point where almost no one saw him out in public. He went from tabloid magnete and the song with a future to old recluse. Of course, his father’s death must have had an impact on him. But that had been years ago, now-almost 7.
What intel I had gathered told me that Lexcorp had been working with the meteor rock from Smallville, Kansas that had crashed during the meteor storm about 20 years ago. It seemed Lex had a long-stemming obsession with the meteor rocks, often mumbling about “Clark” and conducting experiments. Tonight we were going to try to finally see what he was up to.
I launched myself off the building, gliding down through the chilly November air onto the truck. I landed with a slight thump, and motioned for Robin and Nightwing to do their part.
Ahead of the truck they leaped down onto the road. The lights illuminated them and the truck stopped. The back door opened and some goons came out, but I was ready for them. I jumped down and started beating them. One took a swing at me and I ducked it as I sent him crashing into another man. A third guy took a shot as me but I dodged it just in time as I smacked his head against the door. The second guy lunged at me but I jumped up and kicked him in the face as behind me I heard Nightwing take out the driver and whoever else was in the front. I saw a flash of red and turned to see Robin take out the first man who was about to shoot me. He knocked him down with his staff and raised it again to hit him when I grabbed his wrist.
“Watch yourself,” I commanded gruffly. Robin scowled and pulled away from my grasp.
We circled around the to front of the truck. Nightwing kicked the scruffy looking thug’s unconscious body.
“These aren’t the polished men I thought Lex would want for his business,” he remarked.
“None of the guys except the driver had Lexcorp uniforms,” Nightwing stated. “Do you think Luthor’s buying the meteor rock illegally?”
“It could be a possibility,” I agreed. “We’ll have to do some more investigating to be sure though.”
“Right,” I said. “You take the rock back to base and get an analysis on it. Jason, come with me, we’ll see where the truck was going.”
Merry Christmas everyone!
Though I never again used my magic to summon demons, I did use them to get rid of them. I also used them to put protection spells and other helpful spells on those who needed them. Though many might think it, I'm not a completely heartless man...
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"Constantine, come over here."
"Hold up Chas-ie boy."
The girl in front of me hands me a piece of paper with her number on it. After that I walk over to the bar where Chas is sitting. I pull a cigarette out of my box and light it up. I look at the bartender and motion for another beer.
"What's up, Chas?"
"John, I've got to go home. Tomorrow is the day I pick up my daughter."
"Oh come on, just one more round."
At that time the bartender hands me the beer I ask for.
"One more... after this one."
"Alright. But then I have to go."
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The night strolls on and Chas stays for a couple more rounds. I end up the first one to need to leave as Chas forgot all about why he had to go. That and he found a girl and he's been talking to her for about an hour.
She gets up and walks to the bathroom. Once she walks away I walk over towards Chas.
"Alright Chas. I got to go."
"Two hours ago you were begging me to stay and now you have to leave?"
"Sorry, Chas. I've got a big day tomorrow. Oh that reminds me. Don't forget about your daughter."
"A crap!"
"Don't worry, I know a spell to get rid of your drunken state so you don't end up in a hangover tomorrow."
"Alright, thank you."
"Hanc ipsam ab morte. Ipsi vere diu uiuere."
"I don't feel anything."
"It takes a little while to kick in. Don't worry, you'll be fine by tomorrow."
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Later that night a wild drunken man drover his car into the bar and it set fire to the building. Forty-eight, forty-nine including Chas were there. Every single one of them died. Every one besides Chas. The doctors called it a miracle, but I know exactly what happened...
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Onomatopoeia ambled into the room I was hiding in. I tried to be as small as possible, but it didn’t work. He saw me, and in my heart I knew I was going to die, so I might as well go out with a bang.
I loaded my bow but it was promptly shot out of my hands by him. I groaned with pain and exhaustion. Let him kill me. It would at least put me out of my misery. He knelt down beside me and I could practically feel the hatred radiating off of him. I hoped he felt that from me, too.
“Well, Connor, looks like this is the end of the line for you.” I managed to look him right in the mask, and spit right on the target, swearing at him.
He stood back up, not bothering to wipe the spit off, and pointing his gun at me.
“You'll finally die like I lived: alone and desperate. It sucks, doesn't it, not having anyone there for you.”
“I’m here.” Onomatopoeia turned suddenly to see who had said that. He was shot in the chest by John, who ran into the room.
“You’ll never hurt him.” John rushed over to me, inspecting me.
“Are you ok?” He asked. I gulped and nodded. “I’m sorry,” I told him. He gave me a sad smile.
“There’s a door back there that leads to the roof. Go wait in the car, while I take care of him.” I obeyed, and struggled to my feet. I limped out to the car, but turned to see some of the action.
John marched over to Onomatopoeia. When he got to him he jammed his foot into Onomatopoeia’s chest, no doubt breaking ribs. Onomatopoeia actually screamed and held his chest. John turned to see me watching.
“Go, Connor. I don’t want you to see this side of me.”
I walked out to the car, feeling like this was too easy, and trying to ignore John’s violence. Killing a man was one thing, but torture was another, just prolonging the pain. I shook the thought out of my head and concentrated on the fact that it was done.
Or was it?
I heard a noise from above and peered up. There was a man, poised over his sniper, ready to shoot. No.
“JOHN!” I shouted in a futile attempt to get his attention. Anxiety grabbed my heart and I shuffled as fast as I could to the factory as the crack of a gunshot penetrated the air. Before I got to the factory, however, the building went up in flames.
“JOHN!” I bellowed. “JOHN! JOHN! NO, NO, NO!” I tried to get into the door, frantically sprinting over, ignoring my pounding head and swimming vision. My legs gave out and my vision went fuzzy as I puked all over the ground. I looked up, blinking, desperately trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. Through the fuzziness, I could make out three figures exiting the factory: one was holding another one. I lay on the ground, dead to the world, feeling tired and sick, and I closed my eyes.
SIDE NOT: The red stud under Connor is not supposed to represent blood, I just had it with me at the time.
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My name is Connor Queen. Following the death of my father Oliver, I discovered that he wasn’t who I thought he was. He was the saviour of Star City, a masked hero known as the Green Arrow. I intend to continue his mission of saving the innocent from those who do harm and fulfill his legacy; this is my story.
PREVIOUSLY: Connor has been captured by Onomatopoeia, and has been beaten and treated like an animal. When we last saw him, Onomatopoeia took a mysterious video then left Connor alone...
“Connor! Wake up! We’re here!”
I opened my eyes from a restless sleep and saw my mother kneeling before me. The ropes that bound me were suddenly slack, and John emerged from behind the beam I was tied to. I looked at them in amazement.
“How did you find me here?”
“We recieved a video of you, and someone said ‘Star City Rockets’,” mom explained, “and we went to check out the new stadium, but found nothing, so we knew it could only be this one; in truth, it was all too easy.”
I sprang to my feet, wincing with the effort it took after being tied up for a few days.
“It’s a trap,” I said quickly, “Onomatopoeia must’ve wanted you to come here for something.”
“I know that,” my mother responded, “but after careful consideration, we decided it would be worth it just to get you back.”
“Your facepaint is gone,” John jumped in, “does he know your identity?”
I felt my face go white and my eyes go wide.
“Oh, no...”
I reached back and put my hood up, then grabbed my bow and arrows from the floor where Onomatopoeia put them. I limped over to Mom and John.
“Let’s go. We need to get out of here.”
We made our way back through the stadium, slowed by my limp. As we came through the changerooms and out into the field, we were blinded by bright, pulsating lights. We put our hands above our eyes in order to see and there he was, standing in the field. He calmly started walking over to us.
“GET DOWN OR I WILL SHOOT!” John commanded in a military-like voice. Anger boiled through my blood. Whoever this sicko was, he was going to pay. I did my best to load my bow. He finally came over to the door and put his hands up.
“Before you kill me, I’d kindly ask you to let me say something.”
Immediatley my mother stepped forward in a protective gesture.
“What is it? It better be a good explaination of why you held my s–er, the Green Arrow hostage.”
With that he took off his mask, revealing the cold blue eyes, dirty blond hair, and general Queen look. To be honest, he kind of looked like my mother more than my father, now that there was more light on him.
My mother gasped and backed up, spooked by something. A sudden sense of danger ignited in me, and an ominous shadow seemed to pass over us all. What was it about this guy that startled her?
Onomatopoeia gave us a menacing grin that stretched from one side of his face to another. When he spoke, it was like hearing your death heading straight at you.
“Hello, mother.”
Mother? MOTHER? Who did he think he was. John stepped forward, pointing his gun at Onomatopoeia.
“I’m telling you, son, get down and surrender, or you’ll be full of lead.”
“Who are you?” I demanded. He sighed and started chuckling.
“Dinah never told you, did she?” He said to me. “When Oliver–your father–was on the island, she was heartbroken, but knew she would have to move on. So, she started dating a man by the name of Lawrence Blankset. One day she discovered she was pregnant with his child–me, good ol’ Quinn. However, soon after I was born her Beloved returned, and she left me for him, claiming she had never loved anyone else. So I grew up, seperate from a family that could’ve given me so much, instead living with my abusive SOB-of-a-father.”
We stared at him, dumbfounded. Immediatley I got a sick feeling in my stomach. This couldn’t be true. This guy was crazy.
“Mom?” I asked in a quiet voice. “Is this true?” She nodded, gulping. Onomatopoeia–he would never be anything else to me– extended his hand towards me.
“So, I guess that mean’s we’re step-brothers.”
I stumbled back, shaking my head. “No. No, we are not step brothers, and never will be. We are going to make you pay for everything you’ve done. You will face justice.”
He sighed again and looked at the ground, genuinely disappointed. Then he looked up at us, anger blazing in his eyes.
“Then I guess you’ve left me no choice.”
And then, with the speed of a cobra, he whipped out a pistol, shot my mom and took off into the night.
Thanks for reading! The other issues can be found in a folder titled "Green Arrow vol 1: The End is Where We Begin"
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My name is Connor Queen. Following the death of my father Oliver, I discovered that he wasn’t who I thought he was; he was a masked hero known as the Green Arrow. Now, I will use that mantle to avenge my mother and take revenge on the man who killed her. This is my story.
I slinked across the catwalk, a few hundred yards back from Roy. I breathed constantly and lightly, feeling nervous for him. I peered up at Bruce, who was on the building across from me swooping across the roof like a ghost. He was practically invisible.
As for Roy, well, he was trying, but he clanked down the fire escape, making noise. He hadn’t gotten used to being this high on a building, and right now that was showing; Roy was a pretty big guy, which made it hard for him to sneak around.
“No sign of Onomatopoeia... or Deadshot,” Bruce said over the com.
“I’ll climb up to get a better view; see if I can find him,” I stated. “Roy, you going to be alright?”
“Yeah... yeah,” he breathed. “I’ll just try not to end up a pancake on the pavement.”
I monkeyed up the fire escape and pulled myself onto the top of the building. I ducked down and bolted across the roof of the apartment, until I was at the other edge. I loaded a rope arrow and shot it into the building across from me, then jumped, freefalling.
I flew through the brisk wind of the October night, swinging towards the building. I landed, my feet hitting the side with a thunk. I started the long ascent up the side of the building, climbing as quickly as I could. Finally I got to the top.
The square was lit by signs from some of the buildings in the square, casting shadows on the buildings behind them. If I squinted, I could just make out the figure of Roy, who was loitering in the middle of the square, waiting for Onomatopoeia.
“He’s late,” Bruce observed. “I think it might be a trap. I haven’t seen Deadshot either.”
“Maybe he didn't get the message?” I suggested. We had spent the last couple nights spreading the message among common goons on the street; not the most reliable way to get a message across, but it would have to do for now.
“Maybe they’re having car troubles,” Roy joked, trying to lighten the mood and hide his fear. “Waitaminute,” he said quickly, “I see him... oh, no...”
I peered down into the square, trying to get a better look. I could see Roy was bravely standing there in the middle, bow drawn. Onomatopoeia stood before him, having emerged from the shadows.
“Bruce, be aware about Deadshot. Roy, keep moving, make it hard for him to get a shot,” I commanded. Roy and Onomatopoeia started circling the square like two lions preparing for a fight, sizing each other up. Roy made the first shot with his bow–he’d had training on the Reserve from his grandfather and was decent with it–and charged towards Onomatopoeia. I sighed; I hated being on the sidelines. I felt bad about not helping Roy, and my nerves were tightly wound. Where was Deadshot? Were we wrong? Was he even helping anymore?
“Bruce, you see him?” I asked for about the fifth time tonight.
“No,” he replied sharply. I could tell he was as nervous as I was. The suit was kevlar, but then again, Deadshot was not a normal sniper. Who knows what sort of tricks he had up his sleeve.
Roy continued to fight Onomatopoeia, albeit from a distance; we’d informed Roy about his skills as a hand-to-hand fighter. So far, though, Onomatopoeia hadn’t produced any weapons.
“Wait...” Bruce said, “I think I–”
I saw a flash from one of the buildings and quickly scanned the area to see where it went. In the square, Roy went down.
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The space-time barriers between universes are fading away and many worlds are coming in contact.
Superman has reached the Star Wars Galaxy and Kylo Ren is not pleased.
He hates everything Superman represents. This guy in blue and red is a beacon of hope and light. He is even powered by solar energy; he is bathed in light (in every sense of the word) and Kylo hates light!
The First Orde must deal with this guy soon and Kylo Ren in all his wisdom and strategic acumen (sarcasm intended lol) already has a plan.
Since this Superman is truly a good guy, always read to help others, Kylo will play the “I know what I have to do. But I need your help” dirty trick. It worked on Han Solo, it will work on this “Man of Steel”. “Steel, pooh! Steel won’t stop me” He says.
Trust me this will most likely end badly, for Kylo of course :)
They finally meet and Superman, who talked with Leia and she told him about her son, listen to him. When they are close Kylo ignites his Lightsaber and… oops.. it not even scratches Superman’s skin.
Now Kal is a bit upset and so he punches Kylo.
Like I supposed, it ended badly for Kylo lol :)
This photo is a little complex, since it shows not one but actually two moments in the same frame. I wanted to represent the movement of Kylo through the air as and so I added the “semitransparent” image of him to represent motion. I hope I didn’t make things more confusing lol :)
The rock with the “Kraash” text (I know a couple of letters are not visible but it was hard to find a proper angle while showing both Kylo and every letter) is an accessory coming with my Square Enix Play Arts Kai Superman action figure :)
Just one last note: the title is a reference to Stargate Atlantis series ( I don’t know if you remember it) when once Sheppard to underline the direness of a situation said “Operation ‘this will most likely end badly’ is a go” :)
After the JarJar Bat v Super Kylo parody I made ( www.flickr.com/photos/133750589@N08/24866157009/in/photos... ) I wanted to make an image with the real Superman Minifigure giving Kylo a little lesson lol :)
I hope you like this Superman vs Kylo Ren parody photo :)
May the Brick be with You :)
Here are my batman villans so far
Mr freeze, manbat, deathstroke, bane, penguin x 2, scarecrow, harleen quinzel, harley quinn, poison ivy, joker (nurse uniform), joker (Arkham asylum uniform), joker, the riddler
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Lex jumped back. “We don’t have TIME for this!” He shouted. “He’ll be here! He can see through walls, you know.” I ambled up to him calmly, despite the fact that about 5 guns were trained on me.
“What’s got you so worried?” I barked. “The only person you should be scared of is me.”
“No, no, you don’t understand, this man, he’s a danger, and the Kryptonite is the only thing that can-” he cut off mid-sentence. His ears seemed to perk up, sticking out from his bald head more than they did already.
And suddenly a blur dashed into the room, sending his henchmen flying. The blur stopped and grabbed Lex.
I could see now it was a young man, no more than 20 years old. His face was covered by a shoddy bandana tied around his neck, similar to Jason’s. He looked at Lex with such an intensity it seemed as if lasers would shoot out of his eyes.
“I know what you’re doing!” He shouted. “Stop taking the Kryptonite. I don’t want any trouble!”
Lex started laughing maniacally.
“You’re gonna regret ever coming to Metropolis, you freak,” he spat. “Soon I’ll have so much Kryptonite you’ll be worse off than that time in my mansion back in Smallville!
“Which one?” He snarled. “There were so many times you betrayed I I lost count.” And with no effort he tossed Lex like a rag doll. Lex crashed back into the floor and went sliding.
Robin and I sprang into action. I pulled out batarangs and threw them at the newcomer but instead of implanting themselves in his skin, the batarangs nearly bounced off. I felt a deflating feeling in my stomach and knew this wouldn’t be as easy as I hoped it would be.
Robin lunged at him, hitting him with his staff; the newcomer just picked Robin up and threw him.
“Robin!” I cried, turning to face the man in the bandana. “Why are you doing this?” The man in the bandana stared at me, unblinking.
“I know you. You’re the Bat,” he said. Before he could say anything else, there was a screeching of tires and Lex had ditched with his men. The bandana man looked from me to the door as if making a decision before flying out the door to catch up with the van.
My name is Connor Queen. After my father Oliver died, I discovered he wasn’t who I thought he was; he was the saviour of Star City, a masked saviour called the Green Arrow. Now, after avenging my mother and killing her killer I will continue his mission to protect the innocent from those who would do harm.
Ahhh, it felt good to be in love.
I strided down the hall, hand-in-hand with Carrie, who had hurt her leg and was limping. It seemed strange that merely a half-hour ago I was reconsidering my feelings for her. But now, it seemed as if she had to offer everything in the world to me. I kissed her hard and waved good-bye, heading to my first class, English, when Roy caught up to me.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” I responded tensely. I hadn’t forgotten about last night’s argument.
“What do you think about the nightclub being attacked? Was it the girl from last night, d’you reckon?”
“Yeah,” I said airily. This seemed so unimportant. I’d rather think about Carrie, those shapely hips with my arm around then, that gorgeous, freckled face…
“Connor!” Roy snapped his fingers in front of my face. I blinked, irritated that he’d interrupted my fantasy.
“What?” I asked him in a harsh voice. He raised his eyebrows, taken aback.
“I was going to ask you what time would be good for me to come round tonight at,” he asked in a frosty voice. I rolled my eyes with irritation; why’d he always have to bring this up?
“Roy. Why should we care about some stupid nightclub in the Glades?” I asked him. He raised his eyebrows, a disbelieving look on his face.
“You were the one who, a little while ago, was so anxious to go and be the charming prince to save poor Helena.”
“Yeah? Well that fantasy is dead!” I exclaimed. “Why should I bother trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved? Why should I care about Helena at all? She never cared about me!” Roy’s mouth fell open. The bell buzzed through the school. I brushed past Roy. I was done with him.
“Now you’ve made me late!” I blamed him. “Thanks a lot!” I took off without a second look at him.
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My name is Connor Queen. After my father Oliver died, I discovered he wasn’t who I thought he was; he was the saviour of Star City, a masked saviour called the Green Arrow. Now, after avenging my mother and killing her killer I will continue his mission to protect the innocent from those who would do harm.
The poles clanged as Roy and I moved about the circle. He blocked mine as I kicked him in the chest. He grunted and stumbled back, regaining his position as he lunged at me.
“Do you think,” he managed between grunts and gasps, “Helena remembers you?”
“I hope not,” I lied. The truth was, it was so good to see someone who I hadn’t seen since better days.
“Well, I guess this could your chance,” Roy mused, “the Star City vigilante hooks up with the stripper mafia girl who he had a thing for back in junior high.”
“Feel free to stop,” I told him. I could feel my face going red. “This isn’t funny.”
“Look, Connor, you need to really lighten up.” Roy was serious all of a sudden. “All you do is walk through school in a daze, snapping at anyone who talks to you. At night you go out and beat criminals to a pulp or put an arrow in them. You honestly need to get a social life.” I shrugged.
“High school is so meaningless. Besides, I won’t need it; I’ll just get to be head of the company once I turn 18,” I told him savagely.
“Whatever.”
“Roy, we’re getting Helena out of there,” I said out of the blue. Roy cocked his head and gave me a hard look. “She doesn’t belong in there,” I explained. Roy shook his head.
“Connor, I agree it is unfortunate that she decided to go that route. But do you really think that she’s going to leave just because you say so?” I put my chin in my hand, thinking.
“I’ll try to talk to her. It seems like she could use a friend.”
This series is still going, wow! I've been very busy recently with schoolwork and such, all the usual stuff, so sorry for not uploading for a long time. I've been going through an emotional time and I'm stressed; all my free time is spent doing homework or just crashing and enjoying the peace. I've begun writing the Batman spinoff, which I think will be awesome (not to sound arrogant). Hope you all are well, happy Remembrance/Veteran's Day.
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Azrael -> GPA (Global Peace Agent from Kirby's OMAC) -> Eradicator -> Bizarro
Azrael is a simple update on the previous version, will recieve another update soon. He isn't based on any specific Azrael, but an amalgam of different versions.
The GPA was clear to me as soon as I saw the torso.
Eradicator was such fun to make, just interms of how he came together.