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Previously on The Dark Files:
”That’s the seventh fleet to pass through the wormhole. They’re sending an army through! They must be stopped!”
”We must mine the entrance to the wormhole.”
…
“I am Creepy Magician. I have been watching you for some time.”
”What do you want?” replied Dark Mark.
…
“SR Towers is one of the most important structures on the planet. It used to be home to The Great Albino.
…
El Robin turned to face Edgy, his eyes glowed red with rage. “JATS! KILL HIM!” he commanded, and his minions started to approach Edgy.
…
“Edgy’s in trouble. Dark Mark must save him.”
It was Mr. Snuggly’s turn to look confused. “Save him? How?”
…
Mr. Snuggly selected ‘Yes’ and watched the screen. It was a video message from Ant.
“Sir, it seems like one of our allies is in danger.”
”Edgy?” replied Snuggly.
…
“STOP!” commanded El Robin in a booming voice. “I HAVE THE AXE NOW!”
…
El Robin, got to his feet, the clouds now gone. He found his minions stirring and moaning about the pain but forced them all to their feet. His eyes flashed red again and in a booming voice he said, “If we can’t defeat the two, we shall defeat the many instead. To the towers!”
…
Edgy asked, “How long?”
In a quiet voice, Mark answered, “Not long enough.”
…
”We’re risk free, sir. Perimeter defences fully operational, and all posts have checked in.”
Tony rubbed his chin, “Good, good. Time to go back to watching ‘Caroline in the City’ I think.” Tony walked out of Snuggly’s office.
…
When El Robin got to the door, he stared at the back of the old man. Two steps and a thrust and SR Towers would be his!
…
Mr. Snuggly motioned them in. Mark stepped in first, then Edgy.
Edgy paused, turned around and shouted, “Wait!” but it was too late.
…
With a single swing, Edgy’s axe sliced into the back of El Robin, causing blood to splatter around the immediate surroundings. “Damn, he dirtied my axe” Edgy said, then turned his attention to the door.
…
“Ant, all is going to plan. The two ‘heroes’ are in a cell, Tony is watching his favourite show and the Great Albino is resting in his room. All I have to do is steal the powers…”
”And SR Towers shall be ours!” Ant butted in.
“NO!” Snuggly shouted. “Not ours! Mine!”
…
Edgy found Tony, watching another re-run of Caroline in the City. Tony looked surprised but pleased to see Edgy, and asked him if he would like to join him.
“No thank you,” Edgy said, “but there is something you should know.”
…
”This is serious,” stated Creepy, “the fate of the world lies in the hands of The Astonishing Albino-man. Fail to stop Snuggly and the world will cease to exist as we know it.”
And now the continuing story:
Mr. Snuggly’s helicopter was piloted by Ant, who was dressed in a dark blue military uniform. Ant seemed to be extremely focused on his flying, but had a question to ask.
“Sir, what are we to do now?”
Snuggly was sat to the left of Ant and was still wearing his normal work attire. “We are to head to my alternate business HQ in Scotland. I have many contacts who will be able to assist us.”
Ant nodded and turned the helicopter to north. He noticed a light flashing on the controls. “Sir, we have an incoming transmission.”
Snuggly pressed a button on his side of the controls and across the windshield of the helicopter, he could see a clear image of Tony.
”Mr. Snuggly, I am ordering you to return to SR towers immediately.”
”And if I don’t?” Snuggly asked, half expecting a generic answer.
“If you don’t, I shall be forced to take forceful action.”
And muttered to himself, “How forceful!”
Snuggly laughed with an evil cackle. “You really think you can stop this chopper? It’s the most technologically advanced air transport device in the world. Nothing you can do will stop me from getting away. Snuggly out.”
Tony switched the viewscreen back to an external view of the craft. Satellite imagery provided a rear view of the craft, as well as co-ordinates on a map in the lower right corner of the screen.
“Edgy,” Tony asked, “recommendations?”
Edgy was holding his axe in one hand. It was still warm from battle. He considered various possibilities and soon came to an answer. “How about we fire a homing missile at his helicopter. High chances it’ll kill him and his pilot, but the alternative involved a lot more bloodshed.”
”Agreed,” replied Tony who seemed saddened by the idea. “Timmargh, lock a missile onto his tail.”
Timmargh punched a command into his control console. “Target locked sir.”
”Fire!”
Timmargh pressed the fire button and the building began to shake. In the grounds of SR towers was a small hill. The peak appeared to slide to the side, grass and mud slid off a metal hub.
A small missile was propelled into the air via a projectile system, and with a roar, it started burning fuel.
The missile hovered for a second then it began to angle itself. Away it went into the air, out of sight from visible eyes except for the clouds of smoke that formed behind it.
In the cockpit of the helicopter, alarms sounded and red lights flashed simultaneously, startling the pilot and his passenger.
“Mr. Snuggly, we are under attack. Incoming missile bearing 180.0 degrees.”
Snuggly grabbed the sides of his seat, “How long?” he asked.
“Approximately thirteen seconds, sir,” was Ant’s reply. “We won’t be able to avoid it.”
Snuggly smiled, “Plenty of time,” he stated, “Why don’t we try the new cloaking device the Great Albino helped us develop?”
Ant nodded and flipped a number of switches above his head. The internal cockpit lights dimmed and the siren halved its volume.
The missile carried on its velocity and stayed on target.
Snuggly and Ant watched the small radar monitor. In the centre was a large dot representing the helicopter, and edging closer to it from the lower frame of the monitor was a smaller dot representing the missile.
Closer and closer it got to the invisible helicopter staying directly on target.
“Five seconds ‘til impact!” exclaimed Ant. Snuggly still looked confident.
The small dot was right beneath the large dot now.
”Three!”
Beads of sweat appeared on Ants head.
“TWO!”
Ant wanted to do something, but knew he couldn’t.
“ONE! Brace for impact!”
The missile exploded causing a huge ball of fire to light up the sky.
However, the helicopter was almost completely unaffected. It rocked slightly on it’s course but continued nonetheless.
That night, Dark Mark did not sleep. He lay in his bed thinking of the days events. First of all he discovered he had new powers. Secondly, Edgy and himself had kicked some serious ass, as well as caused some fatalities. Thirdly (and more importantly), he realised he had left the large freezer open at work! At least tomorrow was Saturday and he didn’t have to worry about the freezer. Some other unlucky employee would get the abuse and have to deal with the situation. The thought of this caused him to laugh, but he quickly stopped when he realised that life was only going to become more difficult.
Dawn eventually came and Mark arose out of his bed, the weight of his thoughts still heavy on his mind. For the mean time, today was going to be an easy day, as a phone call confirmed the missile exploded on contact with Snuggly’s helicopter, destroying it without a trace. He thought he would chill and play some videogames to try and take his mind off things.
Mark turned on his television, pressed the power to his Xbox, put on his Live headset and sat in his chair with the controller in his hand. It was too early for his surround speakers, so he left them off. He decided to start a game online and set his personal preferences. Eventually he entered his own lobby and invited a few of his online acquaintances into the game.
As he stared at the screen, his eyes began to itch. He rubbed them which helped, but they still felt the strain of a sleepless night. Staring back at the screen, he saw a name appear in the lobby. Atleast he thought it was a name.
Mark rubbed his eyes again and focused on the name. He seemed to concentrate so hard that everything else around him seemed unimportant, but no matter how hard he tried, the white lettering on the screen still seemed to blur.
First Mark nodded slightly at the screen and all other white light emitted from the screen vanished, leaving black. This helped.
He focused all his attention on the white writing again, the letters still fighting his gaze. Until…
Da-dum.
Mark slowly turned his head around, the rest of his body still.
Da-dum.
First he wanted to find the source of the noise. Then he noticed…
Da-dum.
…his room had disappeared. Though not like last time. This time it was different. No magician, no Great Albino. Just darkness. Everywhere.
Da-dum.
Mark put a hand to his chest.
Da-dum.
It was his own heartbeat. However, it appeared to be everywhere.
He could hear it above him, below him, everywhere.
Da-dum.
He turned his attention back at the screen. The letters were clear now. “WELCOME – ALBINO-MAN” they said.
Mark jumped back in surprise. What was going on?
Da-dum.
The heartbeat became more fast paced, as if he had been running, yet he felt calm.
“Welcome Albino-man.”
Mark looked around. He heard the voice, but where did it come from? He couldn’t see anyone in the darkness!
”Welcome.”
It wasn’t one voice. It was many, yet they all sounded as if they were from the same person. All spoke in complete harmony.
“Who are you?” Mark asked, still trying to find the source of the voice.
“We are everything. We are the beginning, the end, the creation and the destruction.”
Mark stopped moving, his physical search for an answer seemed futile.
“Where are you?” Mark said, expecting another cryptic answer.
A hand appeared on Mark’s shoulder. Mark defensively attempted to repel the hand with a strong burst of white energy.
The hand stayed.
“We are here,” the voice said. The direction of the voice was now clearly behind him.
The heartbeat’s intensity increased.
Without realising he was doing it, Mark turned himself around to face the being and found himself to be facing a child, looking no older than ten, dressed in a dull white dress going right down to her feet – which weren’t quite touching the ground.
“What’s going on?” was Mark’s first question.
The girl levitated herself to Mark’s eye level, her expression seemed that of curiosity, yet lacked emotion. She didn’t appear to be fearful, nor confident. She just was.
“You must know,” she spoke, no emotion in her voice, “About the danger you are about to face.”
Inside, Mark felt like he had been crushed to death. Or near enough anyway.
“Time out! Time out!” he said in a raised voice whilst tapping his hands together into the shape of the letter T.
The girl tilted her head to the side.
Mark continued, “What danger? Why me?”
”You are the Great Albino,” was her reply.
“What does that mean?” Mark asked, he felt rather tense. The sound of the heartbeat doubled its speed.
The girl straightened her head again, and said “You are the Great Albino.” This time, she said it as if he should know what that means.
“Cut the crap,” Mark said, “Stop the David Blaine act, cut out the sound effects, and stop talking in riddles!”
Mark started glowing again, blue emissions of light surrounded him yet the girl’s stance was unaffected. However, Mark was unaware of his actions.
The girl slowly floated back down to ground level with a low hum. Upon landing, the heartbeat stopped and the girl stared into Mark’s eyes with her own.
Mark felt drawn to stare back, though he couldn’t understand why, until suddenly he appeared to be zooming in on them at great speed. Without time to react, he appeared to travel right through her eyes until he found himself back in Creepy Magician’s cave.
In the cave, Mark saw the old man lying on his bed. Mark felt a sense of warmth seeing that the Great Albino was safe. Comfortable. Out of harm’s way.
Further away he could see Creepy Magician in his dark purple robes. However, he was unable to see his face, or what he was doing.
“You are the Great Albino,” came a voice from above.
Mark looked up and saw the same girl sat on a ridge high up in the cave. He immediately ran towards the bed of the old man and shouted, “Leave him alone!” However, he failed to see the large stone on the ground, tripped and fell, sliding along the ground at rapid speed.
Mark felt like he was travelling in slow motion, looking straight ahead he saw the bed coming towards him. He braced himself for impact, closing his eyes instinctually. When he opened them, he was the other side of the bed, yet he felt no pain.
He stood up, brushing himself down. A sense of realisation came over him as he looked back up at the girl. She was playing with her hair, looking at it with curiosity.
“Fascinating,” she muttered to herself until her self discoveries were interrupted by Mark.
”This is an illusion isn’t it?”
She looked up at Mark then turned her head towards Creepy Magician. She repeated herself, “You must know about the danger you are about to face.”
Mark turned to face Creepy who was holding something glowing white in his hands. He zoomed his view on that white object and noticed it was a test tube.
Creepy lifted the test tube to his mouth and emptied it of its white liquid contents.
Mark turned his attention to the old man. But as he turned his head, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head…
“Are you there?” came a question from an unfamiliar voice.
“Hello?” came another.
“Lets go join another game” said a third, and Mark opened his eyes.
He was back in his room, sat in his chair with his Xbox controller in his hand.
He felt confused for a moment; dazed after the vision he just had. Or was it just a dream? After all, he had very little sleep. No. It was too real. It couldn’t have been a dream. Not a normal dream anyway. It was too surreal.
Snuggly sat at his desk. His chair felt more like a throne, his office more like a sanctuary of power. In his office, he knew he could control all situations. He could overpower anyone if he should choose to.
He pressed a button positioned under the frame of the desk. With a buzz, a small computer monitor rose out of the polished finish at a customised angle. Snuggly looked into the monitor which informed him that Creepy Magician was in proximity.
Snuggly looked around and noticed a small section of his wall was glowing. Out of it stepped Creepy.
The magician smiled and said, “I’ve done it.”
Snuggly raised a glass from his desk containing whisky. He took a sip and tasted it on the end of his tongue. With a smile he looked at Creepy who was standing directly in front of the desk looking back.
“When will I receive payment?” Creepy asked. He wasn’t smiling back.
Snuggly rolled his eyes and pointed them at the glass. “This was Tony’s. He was keeping it for a good occasion. Fancy some?”
Creepy continued staring at snuggly, but he couldn’t hold his gaze for long. His eyes rebelliously took a peek at the whisky. Snuggly poured him a drink to which he quietly accepted, and Snuggly continued to talk.
“This is just a small taster of what is to come.” He paused for a moment. “When you have destroyed Albino-man there will be nothing left to stop me from being the most powerful man on the planet!”
Creepy nodded, though he didn’t entirely agree. He did, however, want Albino-man gone. Once destroyed, the powers would transfer to whoever holds the most White. In this case, as Creepy knew, it was him.
Creepy made his mind up as to what he should do. He slowly placed the glass to his mouth and with a quick flick of the wrist, downed the lot and squeezed until the glass smashed in his hand, cutting him in several places. “It is time,” he said as he dropped the shards and walked to and through the far wall.
Snuggly just stared, grinning menacingly.
Mark used his powers to press the buttons on his mobile. It rung for a while until he got an answer.
”Edgy?”
”Hey, Mark. What’s up?”
Mark sighed. “I think we’ve got trouble. Where are you?”
Edgy answered, “It’s a Saturday morning…where do you think?”
Edgy waited expectantly for a reply. All he got was a blinding flash of light.
”Creepy! He’s killed the Albino!”
Edgy’s eyes normalised again and noticed Mark was standing in his living room. He turned of the television and asked the first thing that entered his mind, “How do you know?”
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but realised what he was about to say would sound ridiculous. “I just know, ok?”
Edgy nodded, “You’re the one with the powers. So what do we do now?”
Mark sat on a chair to Edgy’s left. He placed his head in his hands. “He is going to come for me now. It is just a matter of waiting.”
Saturday passed without event, as did Sunday. Mark still had no sleep, but he was tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of thinking. Tired of being different. Sure, I’ve got powers, he thought to himself, but what good are powers when you can only use them when no one’s around?
Work seemed to go as normal. In fact, all was fine until closing time.
The store had been unusually quiet, customers making quick shops, then leaving without fuss. The announcements over the speaker system were virtually non-existant. And not one staff member smiled. There was something wrong and everyone felt it. But none felt it more than Dark Mark.
The customers all but left and Mark decided he had done all he can for the day. He walked out to the warehouse to finish up his duties. Heading to the freezer, he noticed a bright flash inside. With curiosity, he said, “Hello?”
No answer.
Mark walked closer, he could hear laughing.
“Anyone there?”
More giggling. Moving.
Mark stepped up to the door. He took a deep breath, took two steps forward and…
SLAM!
Mark went into a defensive stance, he realised he had been shut in!
He turned to face the icy door and gave it a push. It wouldn’t budge.
He pushed the frosted emergency exit bar. It wouldn’t budge.
He pressed the emergency alarm button. It made a slight buzz, but drained into nothingness.
Again came the giggling, and Mark reacted by facing the noise. There was nothing there. Not even the crates and rollers that normally occupied it! Just poles, a few boxes and other items lay scattered on the icy floor.
Mark tried to use his power to teleport himself out of the freezer. His attempt failed.
Somewhat startled by this, Mark walked to the centre of the freezer to see if there was anything that could help him get out.
As he crouched to move the bits of metal, plastic and wood, a strong force knocked him to the ground with a thud.
Mark lay on his back recovering his breath. As he stared up, he could see a rippling effect shaped like a humanoid directly above him. Mark raised his hand and an enormous flash erupted from the air, blinding those that stared into it. This made the invisible figure lose concentration and he became visible again.
It was Creepy Magician!
Creepy laughed, “That was Flash, now prepare for Ming!”
Creepy raised his arms and conjured a large Ming vase from empty space! He held it above Mark and thrust his arms downward, bringing it down towards Mark’s skull.
Mark rolled out of the way and got to his feet as the vase shattered.
“Didn’t your mum ever tell you not to play with the ornaments, Creepy?” was Mark’s response.
Creepy smiled and his left eyebrow rose. He conjured a large sword for himself, and swung it round like a skilled swordsman. “No, she never told me not to play with knives either.”
Mark grabbed a pole from near his feet and held it defensively. Creepy attempted a vertical downwards swing and Mark blocked with the pole, colliding with a loud clang.
Creepy then tried to thrust the sword underneath the pole, but Mark knocked it out the way with the pole, continuing the swing to hit the back of Creepy’s purple robed legs, causing him to fall backwards.
Creepy still held the sword and with his right arm, aimed it at Mark’s chest. “Catch!” he said as he threw it in a perfectly straight line, using magic to guide it.
Mark saw it coming and quickly demolecularised himself causing the sword to pass right through him and cut its way straight into the door behind.
“Careful, you might cut yourself.” Mark said in a sarcastic tone.
Creepy slowly got to his feet, his legs sore. When he stood, he pushed his arms downward making his palms face the floor. He started hovering.
Mark, however, wasn’t going to just stare. Instead he reached for a large horseshoe magnet lying in the pile of objects, causing it to fly through the air towards his hand. The frost on it was white, allowing him to interact with it.
“May the fire gods burn the ground and destroy all who stand upon it!” commanded Creepy, his eyes now glowing as red as El Robins.
The ground started to produce steam and the ice upon it vaporised in an instant. Mark’s feet began to sting and so, with a leap, Mark thrust the magnet into the air until it stuck itself to the metal ceiling. He gripped the magnet tightly with his hands and watched as all the objects on the floor began to melt and burn.
“Things are steaming up in here” said Mark who was watching Creepy hovering beside the large fans at the back of the freezer.
“Still making jokes when facing impending doom? How fascinating!” chortled Creepy, his eyes still raging with intent.
Mark took his right hand off the magnet and almost lost his grip entirely. Creepy laughed but continued to watch.
He held his hand straight ahead of him, aiming the palm of his hand at Creepy. He closed his eyes and focused his energy through his hand.
Suddenly, all the steam and frost in the air seemed to be drawn to his hand. It circled itself into a ball that got whiter and whiter until Mark opened his eyes, now glowing blue. He appeared to have fused energy with the frost and fired it in a beam at Creepy.
On impacting his chest, it pushed him closer to the fans. He seemed distressed for a moment until he blocked the beam with his own hand.
”FOOL!” Creepy shouted. “You really think your powers can effect me?”
Mark continued firing the beam, only for it to be absorbed by Creepy’s hand.
“I have the power of the Great Albino himself! Light can’t beat light!” he exclaimed, then roared a laugh of terrific evil.
Mark continued the beam, whilst considering his options. He noticed the control panel for adjusting the fans on the wall to Creepy’s left.
“Now to finish you off!” Creepy said as he raised his other hand.
Mark quickly released the focus on Creepy and turned his hand toward the controls of the freezer. The controls made a buzzing sound until they fried, however the fans they controlled started to increase their rotational velocity.
Creepy seemed unaffected, yet the increase in power to the fans made his body temperature drop immensely!
Mark braced himself for attack, but it didn’t come. Creepy was being frozen alive!
“I think we’d better just chill out,” was the last comment Creepy heard as Mark waved his hand slightly, causing the freezing effect to increase its speed.
Eventually, Creepy couldn’t hold his levitation any more and he fell onto the molten ground, slowly sinking.
Mark wasn’t sure whether he actually melted or not, but he was certain of one thing. He wouldn’t have to face Creepy again.
Suddenly, there was a white flash! Mark noticed the ground was back to normal and lowered himself down.
When he landed he felt an intense rush of energy flow through him. He felt strong, powerful, and felt like he could do anything he wanted that he couldn’t do before!
He looked down at his hands and realised they were gloved. He was wearing black gloves.
Confused as to where they came from, he looked around the freezer again. To his amazement, he noticed the girl who warned him before was standing nearby, facing him.
”Those are to protect you,” she said, “take them off only when you really must.”
”What about Creepy?” Mark replied, he decided to stray from the subject of the gloves.
“You are the Great Albino” she said, then faded into thin air.
”That’s the seventh fleet to pass through the wormhole. They’re sending an army through! They must be stopped!”
”We must mine the entrance to the wormhole.”
…
“I am Creepy Magician. I have been watching you for some time.”
”What do you want?” replied Dark Mark.
…
“SR Towers is one of the most important structures on the planet. It used to be home to The Great Albino.
…
El Robin turned to face Edgy, his eyes glowed red with rage. “JATS! KILL HIM!” he commanded, and his minions started to approach Edgy.
…
“Edgy’s in trouble. Dark Mark must save him.”
It was Mr. Snuggly’s turn to look confused. “Save him? How?”
…
Mr. Snuggly selected ‘Yes’ and watched the screen. It was a video message from Ant.
“Sir, it seems like one of our allies is in danger.”
”Edgy?” replied Snuggly.
…
“STOP!” commanded El Robin in a booming voice. “I HAVE THE AXE NOW!”
…
El Robin, got to his feet, the clouds now gone. He found his minions stirring and moaning about the pain but forced them all to their feet. His eyes flashed red again and in a booming voice he said, “If we can’t defeat the two, we shall defeat the many instead. To the towers!”
…
Edgy asked, “How long?”
In a quiet voice, Mark answered, “Not long enough.”
…
”We’re risk free, sir. Perimeter defences fully operational, and all posts have checked in.”
Tony rubbed his chin, “Good, good. Time to go back to watching ‘Caroline in the City’ I think.” Tony walked out of Snuggly’s office.
…
When El Robin got to the door, he stared at the back of the old man. Two steps and a thrust and SR Towers would be his!
…
Mr. Snuggly motioned them in. Mark stepped in first, then Edgy.
Edgy paused, turned around and shouted, “Wait!” but it was too late.
…
With a single swing, Edgy’s axe sliced into the back of El Robin, causing blood to splatter around the immediate surroundings. “Damn, he dirtied my axe” Edgy said, then turned his attention to the door.
…
“Ant, all is going to plan. The two ‘heroes’ are in a cell, Tony is watching his favourite show and the Great Albino is resting in his room. All I have to do is steal the powers…”
”And SR Towers shall be ours!” Ant butted in.
“NO!” Snuggly shouted. “Not ours! Mine!”
…
Edgy found Tony, watching another re-run of Caroline in the City. Tony looked surprised but pleased to see Edgy, and asked him if he would like to join him.
“No thank you,” Edgy said, “but there is something you should know.”
…
”This is serious,” stated Creepy, “the fate of the world lies in the hands of The Astonishing Albino-man. Fail to stop Snuggly and the world will cease to exist as we know it.”
And now the continuing story:
Mr. Snuggly’s helicopter was piloted by Ant, who was dressed in a dark blue military uniform. Ant seemed to be extremely focused on his flying, but had a question to ask.
“Sir, what are we to do now?”
Snuggly was sat to the left of Ant and was still wearing his normal work attire. “We are to head to my alternate business HQ in Scotland. I have many contacts who will be able to assist us.”
Ant nodded and turned the helicopter to north. He noticed a light flashing on the controls. “Sir, we have an incoming transmission.”
Snuggly pressed a button on his side of the controls and across the windshield of the helicopter, he could see a clear image of Tony.
”Mr. Snuggly, I am ordering you to return to SR towers immediately.”
”And if I don’t?” Snuggly asked, half expecting a generic answer.
“If you don’t, I shall be forced to take forceful action.”
And muttered to himself, “How forceful!”
Snuggly laughed with an evil cackle. “You really think you can stop this chopper? It’s the most technologically advanced air transport device in the world. Nothing you can do will stop me from getting away. Snuggly out.”
Tony switched the viewscreen back to an external view of the craft. Satellite imagery provided a rear view of the craft, as well as co-ordinates on a map in the lower right corner of the screen.
“Edgy,” Tony asked, “recommendations?”
Edgy was holding his axe in one hand. It was still warm from battle. He considered various possibilities and soon came to an answer. “How about we fire a homing missile at his helicopter. High chances it’ll kill him and his pilot, but the alternative involved a lot more bloodshed.”
”Agreed,” replied Tony who seemed saddened by the idea. “Timmargh, lock a missile onto his tail.”
Timmargh punched a command into his control console. “Target locked sir.”
”Fire!”
Timmargh pressed the fire button and the building began to shake. In the grounds of SR towers was a small hill. The peak appeared to slide to the side, grass and mud slid off a metal hub.
A small missile was propelled into the air via a projectile system, and with a roar, it started burning fuel.
The missile hovered for a second then it began to angle itself. Away it went into the air, out of sight from visible eyes except for the clouds of smoke that formed behind it.
In the cockpit of the helicopter, alarms sounded and red lights flashed simultaneously, startling the pilot and his passenger.
“Mr. Snuggly, we are under attack. Incoming missile bearing 180.0 degrees.”
Snuggly grabbed the sides of his seat, “How long?” he asked.
“Approximately thirteen seconds, sir,” was Ant’s reply. “We won’t be able to avoid it.”
Snuggly smiled, “Plenty of time,” he stated, “Why don’t we try the new cloaking device the Great Albino helped us develop?”
Ant nodded and flipped a number of switches above his head. The internal cockpit lights dimmed and the siren halved its volume.
The missile carried on its velocity and stayed on target.
Snuggly and Ant watched the small radar monitor. In the centre was a large dot representing the helicopter, and edging closer to it from the lower frame of the monitor was a smaller dot representing the missile.
Closer and closer it got to the invisible helicopter staying directly on target.
“Five seconds ‘til impact!” exclaimed Ant. Snuggly still looked confident.
The small dot was right beneath the large dot now.
”Three!”
Beads of sweat appeared on Ants head.
“TWO!”
Ant wanted to do something, but knew he couldn’t.
“ONE! Brace for impact!”
The missile exploded causing a huge ball of fire to light up the sky.
However, the helicopter was almost completely unaffected. It rocked slightly on it’s course but continued nonetheless.
That night, Dark Mark did not sleep. He lay in his bed thinking of the days events. First of all he discovered he had new powers. Secondly, Edgy and himself had kicked some serious ass, as well as caused some fatalities. Thirdly (and more importantly), he realised he had left the large freezer open at work! At least tomorrow was Saturday and he didn’t have to worry about the freezer. Some other unlucky employee would get the abuse and have to deal with the situation. The thought of this caused him to laugh, but he quickly stopped when he realised that life was only going to become more difficult.
Dawn eventually came and Mark arose out of his bed, the weight of his thoughts still heavy on his mind. For the mean time, today was going to be an easy day, as a phone call confirmed the missile exploded on contact with Snuggly’s helicopter, destroying it without a trace. He thought he would chill and play some videogames to try and take his mind off things.
Mark turned on his television, pressed the power to his Xbox, put on his Live headset and sat in his chair with the controller in his hand. It was too early for his surround speakers, so he left them off. He decided to start a game online and set his personal preferences. Eventually he entered his own lobby and invited a few of his online acquaintances into the game.
As he stared at the screen, his eyes began to itch. He rubbed them which helped, but they still felt the strain of a sleepless night. Staring back at the screen, he saw a name appear in the lobby. Atleast he thought it was a name.
Mark rubbed his eyes again and focused on the name. He seemed to concentrate so hard that everything else around him seemed unimportant, but no matter how hard he tried, the white lettering on the screen still seemed to blur.
First Mark nodded slightly at the screen and all other white light emitted from the screen vanished, leaving black. This helped.
He focused all his attention on the white writing again, the letters still fighting his gaze. Until…
Da-dum.
Mark slowly turned his head around, the rest of his body still.
Da-dum.
First he wanted to find the source of the noise. Then he noticed…
Da-dum.
…his room had disappeared. Though not like last time. This time it was different. No magician, no Great Albino. Just darkness. Everywhere.
Da-dum.
Mark put a hand to his chest.
Da-dum.
It was his own heartbeat. However, it appeared to be everywhere.
He could hear it above him, below him, everywhere.
Da-dum.
He turned his attention back at the screen. The letters were clear now. “WELCOME – ALBINO-MAN” they said.
Mark jumped back in surprise. What was going on?
Da-dum.
The heartbeat became more fast paced, as if he had been running, yet he felt calm.
“Welcome Albino-man.”
Mark looked around. He heard the voice, but where did it come from? He couldn’t see anyone in the darkness!
”Welcome.”
It wasn’t one voice. It was many, yet they all sounded as if they were from the same person. All spoke in complete harmony.
“Who are you?” Mark asked, still trying to find the source of the voice.
“We are everything. We are the beginning, the end, the creation and the destruction.”
Mark stopped moving, his physical search for an answer seemed futile.
“Where are you?” Mark said, expecting another cryptic answer.
A hand appeared on Mark’s shoulder. Mark defensively attempted to repel the hand with a strong burst of white energy.
The hand stayed.
“We are here,” the voice said. The direction of the voice was now clearly behind him.
The heartbeat’s intensity increased.
Without realising he was doing it, Mark turned himself around to face the being and found himself to be facing a child, looking no older than ten, dressed in a dull white dress going right down to her feet – which weren’t quite touching the ground.
“What’s going on?” was Mark’s first question.
The girl levitated herself to Mark’s eye level, her expression seemed that of curiosity, yet lacked emotion. She didn’t appear to be fearful, nor confident. She just was.
“You must know,” she spoke, no emotion in her voice, “About the danger you are about to face.”
Inside, Mark felt like he had been crushed to death. Or near enough anyway.
“Time out! Time out!” he said in a raised voice whilst tapping his hands together into the shape of the letter T.
The girl tilted her head to the side.
Mark continued, “What danger? Why me?”
”You are the Great Albino,” was her reply.
“What does that mean?” Mark asked, he felt rather tense. The sound of the heartbeat doubled its speed.
The girl straightened her head again, and said “You are the Great Albino.” This time, she said it as if he should know what that means.
“Cut the crap,” Mark said, “Stop the David Blaine act, cut out the sound effects, and stop talking in riddles!”
Mark started glowing again, blue emissions of light surrounded him yet the girl’s stance was unaffected. However, Mark was unaware of his actions.
The girl slowly floated back down to ground level with a low hum. Upon landing, the heartbeat stopped and the girl stared into Mark’s eyes with her own.
Mark felt drawn to stare back, though he couldn’t understand why, until suddenly he appeared to be zooming in on them at great speed. Without time to react, he appeared to travel right through her eyes until he found himself back in Creepy Magician’s cave.
In the cave, Mark saw the old man lying on his bed. Mark felt a sense of warmth seeing that the Great Albino was safe. Comfortable. Out of harm’s way.
Further away he could see Creepy Magician in his dark purple robes. However, he was unable to see his face, or what he was doing.
“You are the Great Albino,” came a voice from above.
Mark looked up and saw the same girl sat on a ridge high up in the cave. He immediately ran towards the bed of the old man and shouted, “Leave him alone!” However, he failed to see the large stone on the ground, tripped and fell, sliding along the ground at rapid speed.
Mark felt like he was travelling in slow motion, looking straight ahead he saw the bed coming towards him. He braced himself for impact, closing his eyes instinctually. When he opened them, he was the other side of the bed, yet he felt no pain.
He stood up, brushing himself down. A sense of realisation came over him as he looked back up at the girl. She was playing with her hair, looking at it with curiosity.
“Fascinating,” she muttered to herself until her self discoveries were interrupted by Mark.
”This is an illusion isn’t it?”
She looked up at Mark then turned her head towards Creepy Magician. She repeated herself, “You must know about the danger you are about to face.”
Mark turned to face Creepy who was holding something glowing white in his hands. He zoomed his view on that white object and noticed it was a test tube.
Creepy lifted the test tube to his mouth and emptied it of its white liquid contents.
Mark turned his attention to the old man. But as he turned his head, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head…
“Are you there?” came a question from an unfamiliar voice.
“Hello?” came another.
“Lets go join another game” said a third, and Mark opened his eyes.
He was back in his room, sat in his chair with his Xbox controller in his hand.
He felt confused for a moment; dazed after the vision he just had. Or was it just a dream? After all, he had very little sleep. No. It was too real. It couldn’t have been a dream. Not a normal dream anyway. It was too surreal.
Snuggly sat at his desk. His chair felt more like a throne, his office more like a sanctuary of power. In his office, he knew he could control all situations. He could overpower anyone if he should choose to.
He pressed a button positioned under the frame of the desk. With a buzz, a small computer monitor rose out of the polished finish at a customised angle. Snuggly looked into the monitor which informed him that Creepy Magician was in proximity.
Snuggly looked around and noticed a small section of his wall was glowing. Out of it stepped Creepy.
The magician smiled and said, “I’ve done it.”
Snuggly raised a glass from his desk containing whisky. He took a sip and tasted it on the end of his tongue. With a smile he looked at Creepy who was standing directly in front of the desk looking back.
“When will I receive payment?” Creepy asked. He wasn’t smiling back.
Snuggly rolled his eyes and pointed them at the glass. “This was Tony’s. He was keeping it for a good occasion. Fancy some?”
Creepy continued staring at snuggly, but he couldn’t hold his gaze for long. His eyes rebelliously took a peek at the whisky. Snuggly poured him a drink to which he quietly accepted, and Snuggly continued to talk.
“This is just a small taster of what is to come.” He paused for a moment. “When you have destroyed Albino-man there will be nothing left to stop me from being the most powerful man on the planet!”
Creepy nodded, though he didn’t entirely agree. He did, however, want Albino-man gone. Once destroyed, the powers would transfer to whoever holds the most White. In this case, as Creepy knew, it was him.
Creepy made his mind up as to what he should do. He slowly placed the glass to his mouth and with a quick flick of the wrist, downed the lot and squeezed until the glass smashed in his hand, cutting him in several places. “It is time,” he said as he dropped the shards and walked to and through the far wall.
Snuggly just stared, grinning menacingly.
Mark used his powers to press the buttons on his mobile. It rung for a while until he got an answer.
”Edgy?”
”Hey, Mark. What’s up?”
Mark sighed. “I think we’ve got trouble. Where are you?”
Edgy answered, “It’s a Saturday morning…where do you think?”
Edgy waited expectantly for a reply. All he got was a blinding flash of light.
”Creepy! He’s killed the Albino!”
Edgy’s eyes normalised again and noticed Mark was standing in his living room. He turned of the television and asked the first thing that entered his mind, “How do you know?”
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but realised what he was about to say would sound ridiculous. “I just know, ok?”
Edgy nodded, “You’re the one with the powers. So what do we do now?”
Mark sat on a chair to Edgy’s left. He placed his head in his hands. “He is going to come for me now. It is just a matter of waiting.”
Saturday passed without event, as did Sunday. Mark still had no sleep, but he was tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of thinking. Tired of being different. Sure, I’ve got powers, he thought to himself, but what good are powers when you can only use them when no one’s around?
Work seemed to go as normal. In fact, all was fine until closing time.
The store had been unusually quiet, customers making quick shops, then leaving without fuss. The announcements over the speaker system were virtually non-existant. And not one staff member smiled. There was something wrong and everyone felt it. But none felt it more than Dark Mark.
The customers all but left and Mark decided he had done all he can for the day. He walked out to the warehouse to finish up his duties. Heading to the freezer, he noticed a bright flash inside. With curiosity, he said, “Hello?”
No answer.
Mark walked closer, he could hear laughing.
“Anyone there?”
More giggling. Moving.
Mark stepped up to the door. He took a deep breath, took two steps forward and…
SLAM!
Mark went into a defensive stance, he realised he had been shut in!
He turned to face the icy door and gave it a push. It wouldn’t budge.
He pushed the frosted emergency exit bar. It wouldn’t budge.
He pressed the emergency alarm button. It made a slight buzz, but drained into nothingness.
Again came the giggling, and Mark reacted by facing the noise. There was nothing there. Not even the crates and rollers that normally occupied it! Just poles, a few boxes and other items lay scattered on the icy floor.
Mark tried to use his power to teleport himself out of the freezer. His attempt failed.
Somewhat startled by this, Mark walked to the centre of the freezer to see if there was anything that could help him get out.
As he crouched to move the bits of metal, plastic and wood, a strong force knocked him to the ground with a thud.
Mark lay on his back recovering his breath. As he stared up, he could see a rippling effect shaped like a humanoid directly above him. Mark raised his hand and an enormous flash erupted from the air, blinding those that stared into it. This made the invisible figure lose concentration and he became visible again.
It was Creepy Magician!
Creepy laughed, “That was Flash, now prepare for Ming!”
Creepy raised his arms and conjured a large Ming vase from empty space! He held it above Mark and thrust his arms downward, bringing it down towards Mark’s skull.
Mark rolled out of the way and got to his feet as the vase shattered.
“Didn’t your mum ever tell you not to play with the ornaments, Creepy?” was Mark’s response.
Creepy smiled and his left eyebrow rose. He conjured a large sword for himself, and swung it round like a skilled swordsman. “No, she never told me not to play with knives either.”
Mark grabbed a pole from near his feet and held it defensively. Creepy attempted a vertical downwards swing and Mark blocked with the pole, colliding with a loud clang.
Creepy then tried to thrust the sword underneath the pole, but Mark knocked it out the way with the pole, continuing the swing to hit the back of Creepy’s purple robed legs, causing him to fall backwards.
Creepy still held the sword and with his right arm, aimed it at Mark’s chest. “Catch!” he said as he threw it in a perfectly straight line, using magic to guide it.
Mark saw it coming and quickly demolecularised himself causing the sword to pass right through him and cut its way straight into the door behind.
“Careful, you might cut yourself.” Mark said in a sarcastic tone.
Creepy slowly got to his feet, his legs sore. When he stood, he pushed his arms downward making his palms face the floor. He started hovering.
Mark, however, wasn’t going to just stare. Instead he reached for a large horseshoe magnet lying in the pile of objects, causing it to fly through the air towards his hand. The frost on it was white, allowing him to interact with it.
“May the fire gods burn the ground and destroy all who stand upon it!” commanded Creepy, his eyes now glowing as red as El Robins.
The ground started to produce steam and the ice upon it vaporised in an instant. Mark’s feet began to sting and so, with a leap, Mark thrust the magnet into the air until it stuck itself to the metal ceiling. He gripped the magnet tightly with his hands and watched as all the objects on the floor began to melt and burn.
“Things are steaming up in here” said Mark who was watching Creepy hovering beside the large fans at the back of the freezer.
“Still making jokes when facing impending doom? How fascinating!” chortled Creepy, his eyes still raging with intent.
Mark took his right hand off the magnet and almost lost his grip entirely. Creepy laughed but continued to watch.
He held his hand straight ahead of him, aiming the palm of his hand at Creepy. He closed his eyes and focused his energy through his hand.
Suddenly, all the steam and frost in the air seemed to be drawn to his hand. It circled itself into a ball that got whiter and whiter until Mark opened his eyes, now glowing blue. He appeared to have fused energy with the frost and fired it in a beam at Creepy.
On impacting his chest, it pushed him closer to the fans. He seemed distressed for a moment until he blocked the beam with his own hand.
”FOOL!” Creepy shouted. “You really think your powers can effect me?”
Mark continued firing the beam, only for it to be absorbed by Creepy’s hand.
“I have the power of the Great Albino himself! Light can’t beat light!” he exclaimed, then roared a laugh of terrific evil.
Mark continued the beam, whilst considering his options. He noticed the control panel for adjusting the fans on the wall to Creepy’s left.
“Now to finish you off!” Creepy said as he raised his other hand.
Mark quickly released the focus on Creepy and turned his hand toward the controls of the freezer. The controls made a buzzing sound until they fried, however the fans they controlled started to increase their rotational velocity.
Creepy seemed unaffected, yet the increase in power to the fans made his body temperature drop immensely!
Mark braced himself for attack, but it didn’t come. Creepy was being frozen alive!
“I think we’d better just chill out,” was the last comment Creepy heard as Mark waved his hand slightly, causing the freezing effect to increase its speed.
Eventually, Creepy couldn’t hold his levitation any more and he fell onto the molten ground, slowly sinking.
Mark wasn’t sure whether he actually melted or not, but he was certain of one thing. He wouldn’t have to face Creepy again.
Suddenly, there was a white flash! Mark noticed the ground was back to normal and lowered himself down.
When he landed he felt an intense rush of energy flow through him. He felt strong, powerful, and felt like he could do anything he wanted that he couldn’t do before!
He looked down at his hands and realised they were gloved. He was wearing black gloves.
Confused as to where they came from, he looked around the freezer again. To his amazement, he noticed the girl who warned him before was standing nearby, facing him.
”Those are to protect you,” she said, “take them off only when you really must.”
”What about Creepy?” Mark replied, he decided to stray from the subject of the gloves.
“You are the Great Albino” she said, then faded into thin air.
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*sniffs knickers, sighs, pockets them... then runs off*
erm....
Both :D
The stories? Or my autographs? :O
Me :D
Funnily enough, I've been saving them too :D
Funnily enough, I've been saving them too :D
Who wants my autograph?
Timmargh wrote:
> Yay! Another excellent episode. I think I'm gonna save these.
10 steps ahead of you.
> Yay! Another excellent episode. I think I'm gonna save these.
10 steps ahead of you.
Yay! Another excellent episode. I think I'm gonna save these.
Glad to set my role is expanding ...
Glad to set my role is expanding ...
There are many future episodes still to come.
Remember, unlike most previous 'stories' on here, I'm not writing random scripts about gay bars and rectal dentistry.
Instead, I am attempting some real creative writing (whether or not I'm doing it successfully is up to you who read it). If I put too many characters into a short story, then it'll spoil it.
Therefore, my inclusion of new characters is happening at a slow and steady pace, fitting you in when there's a suitable moment.
Remember, unlike most previous 'stories' on here, I'm not writing random scripts about gay bars and rectal dentistry.
Instead, I am attempting some real creative writing (whether or not I'm doing it successfully is up to you who read it). If I put too many characters into a short story, then it'll spoil it.
Therefore, my inclusion of new characters is happening at a slow and steady pace, fitting you in when there's a suitable moment.
and once again i'm not in it!
I can tell you one thing though its annoying to scroll down all that way after reading it.
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