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A Love Story?
Everyone who has ever died unexpectedly awoke that day, blind to the sacred nature of normality, the beauty of the banal. They yawned, scratched, urinated, brushed their teeth, pulled on their clothes. Entirely unaware that things were about to end.
Pointing his rifle at his target, Daken remarks that he finally got some intel on who the mystery kingpin of Los Angeles is and his location. He wisely hides himself away the vast majority of the time but, no matter who you are, sooner or later you have to raise your head above the parapet. And when you do, you’re vulnerable. Peering into the scope, Daken sees his target – Count Nefaria. Rather on-the-nose name for a criminal. A modern, disparate city such as Los Angeles simply deserves a far more… nuanced figurehead. Bone and brain matter would only enhance this man’s sense of aesthetic. Eventually, Daken has Nefaria right where he wants him but at the last second, one of his female associates steps in the way.
Cursing, Daken states that, as tempting as it is to randomly open fire, just to watch them dance, bleed and internally hemorrhage, that would merely scare him off. And it would be… uncultured. He knows where to find Nefaria now. He just needs to be patient. One bullet, that’s all. And then he gets everything he wants.
Later that night at a diner, Donna Kiel sits by herself at a table. She mutters to herself “meet me here at midnight, he says…” Just then, a song plays the lyrics – “It’s streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs, and here’s a plaintive melody, truncated symphony... An ocean’s garbled vomit on the shore…” Donna remarks that might be vaguely romantic if she didn’t currently want a Heat fix so badly she would gladly kill every person in this room. If it wasn’t blowing a hurricane outside. And if the person she’s meeting wasn’t such an R-rated, basket case horror story…
At that moment, a young man walks up to Donna and tells her that, if she drinks that cup of coffee in front of her, she ain’t gonna sleep tonight. No caffeine after 4 PM, that’s his rule. Leads to insomnia. Man, he loves coffee. Especially Bolivian. Has she tried the Bolivian grinds that come direct from the farms? He mainlines the stuff but you’ve got to know when to stop, y’know. It gets seriously addictive. Does she mind if he joins her? He means, if she’s planning on staying up there’s no reason she should do it… alone…
Just then, Donna pulls a pistol out of her jacket and places the muzzle to her head. She then tells the young man she doesn’t know. Does it look like she minds him joining her? Running out of the diner, the young man calls her crazy. As he runs through the rain, he narrowly misses bumping into Daken.
Entering the diner, Daken greets Donna and says to her that he wondered if she was there yet, and then he saw a grown man running from there with mortal terror in his… Donna tells him to shut up. They both know why they’re there so why don’t they just have the intelligence to openly admit it. After Daken asks why they are there, Donna peers at him and tells him he’s full of @%$&. They’re there to decide whether or not they’re going to fall in love. When Daken says nothing, Donna gets up from her seat, calls Daken a coward and says to him let’s get out of there.
As Donna storms out of the diner and into the driving rain outside, Daken gives chase and asks her what she called him. Donna tells him that he’s a coward. Scared. A scared little boy. Grabbing her arm, Daken asks scared? Popping his claws, he proceeds to ask her if she wants him to show her what “scared” is. Once he puts his claws to her neck, Donna tells Daken she’s sorry she’s not a “super hero.” Not a mutant or a clone. They don’t get to punch or stab each other until you win. Lazy, too-easy transference. She offered him a chance to admit who he is and he balked like a hung-over man about to jump out of an airplane. She’s smart. And she thinks she… knows him. He doesn’t get to hide here. When he removes his claws from her neck, Donna curses. Unbelievable… it’s raining. She… she can’t be a cliché. She… she wants to be real. She… Before she can say anything else, Daken takes her in his arms and kisses her.
After kissing for a while, Donna suddenly pushes Daken away and tells him to stop. When Daken asks why, Donna says because he doesn’t always get to just have whatever he wants. And because he’s a murderer, a cop killer, he’s a monster. When Daken begins to laugh, Donna slaps him. Clenching her fist, Donna asks Daken if he knows how many police have died since he came into town. And he laughs? Grabbing her arm, Daken tells Donna she’s right. And he has absolutely no sense of empathy or remorse. He has lost count of how many he has murdered over the years and guess what? He sleeps very well at night. Exasperated, Donna tells Daken that he… someone like him… he’s not capable of feeling love. Just because they were both hurt by Roston… they shared an addiction. That doesn’t mean they should be together. Why? Why would she ever love him? Daken replies because she is exactly the same as him. And she feels it. Looking away, Donna tells him he’s wrong. She’s never killed anyone. Taking her hand, Daken implores Donna to follow him. He wants to help her.
In short time, Daken leads Donna to an apartment building. Walking through the halls, Donna asks Daken what this place is. Daken tells her that it’s somewhere important, for her. As they get into the elevator, Donna sees a young girl with a bandage over her eye and on her arm. In the elevator, Daken continues that it’s somewhere she can transcend. Once the elevator doors open, Donna is shocked by what she sees – three men bound and hanging from the ceiling. Daken tells Donna that he can feel the world… pushing them together like they have no choice in the matter. He thinks she feels that too. Looking at the men hanging, Donna reminds Daken that she’s F.B.I. He must be out of his %#&*$@ mind. Handing Donna a pistol, Daken tells her she is a psychopath who has attempted to elevate herself above other psychopaths by catching them. He believes that she feels no empathy for others and could kill these men without a moment’s inner torment. This is her chance to do so.
The three men there are vile and corrosive human beings – murderers, human traffickers of the young and vulnerable. He’ll spare her the soul-staining details. Detritus. The world will not miss them. The pistol is completely unidentifiable. Serial number destroyed. He will dispose of the bodies afterward. She knows they won’t be found. She is free to do this. A life of feelings repressed and inner conflict is a life of agony. And he… cares for her. He doesn’t want her to suffer. They are too intelligent to let the rules of others stifle them. They define who they are. These men? They are simply meat waiting to be moved. He does not care if they die there. And, more importantly… she does not care either.
As Donna points the pistol at the men, Daken whispers into her ear that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. She’s no longer alone. They found each other. Transcend. Remembering the young child’s face from a few floors below, Donna turns to Daken and tells him he’s right about everything. When she points the gun at him, Daken asks her what she’s doing. Donna asks him that he still doesn’t have a healing factor, does he? That means she can kill him. Before she can pull the trigger, Daken lashes out at her and slices off her right hand at the wrist.
When Donna collapses to her knees and grabs her bloody stump, Daken asks her why she would do that. Donna tells him because this world’s better off without him. Bandaging up her arm, Daken tells her she doesn’t mean that. She came back for him… she didn’t have to, but… she almost died from the Heat addiction because of him. Roston was killing him and she… she… saved him. No one’s ever done that. Donna proceeds to tell Daken that he didn’t come back for him. She was just trying to stop a monster. As Daken leaves, he tells Donna that he’ll change. Donna responds “No you won’t.”
Sometime later, Donna makes her way to a nearby police car and asks the officers if they can get her some ice. When they give her a shocked look, Donna tells them it’s okay. She’s F.B.I.
Back on the hill overlooking Count Nefaria’s estate, Daken unloads his weapon but Nefaria is able to stop every one of his blasts. Daken remarks that when he first came to Los Angeles he wanted to build something. He wanted to create. He tried. Really he did. But some things are simply beyond one’s control. Some people… ugly people… are simply not meant to create. They are born to destroy.


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Lost Weekend: Part One
Not L.A. New York City. High above, Spider-Man flies through the air, much to the delight of the on-lookers on the street below. One man, however, is not impressed. With a scowl on his face, Daken makes his way across the busy street and into a nearby toy store. Inside the store, Daken heads over towards the super-hero section and picks up a stuffed miniature version of Wolverine. A young boy tells him that’s Wolverine. He’s one of the best good guys. Putting the toy in his inside jacket pocket, Daken agrees that he is.
Inside his lab in the Baxter Building, home and headquarters of the Future Foundation, Reed tells Daken he’s sorry. He doesn’t know how to say this, but Daken is dying. He’s very sorry. Looking over at Daken, Reed asks him if he heard what he said. Daken replies that he did. Reed continues by telling him that the Heat drug, the blood of the Pride. He took it in such quantities; it actually burnt out his healing factor, which he wouldn’t have considered possible.
Looking up at a very large microscope, Daken mutters under his breath “ridiculous microscope.” Reed continues to tell Daken that his healing factor’s been fighting this. It’s actually started to return but it’s become confused and is attacking his healthy blood cells. And he doesn’t know how to correct it, currently. But if this continues he’ll be gone in weeks. Placing his hand on Daken’s shoulder, Reed implores him to stay there. He’ll work on this. They’ll work on this. He’ll contact Wolverine. By extensively studying his healing factor, he’s sure he can…
Daken begins to laugh out loud. He points out that the healing factor Wolverine passed down to him is killing him. And now he wants to bring him there to save him? They together will save him? Elder gods intervening… No, he doesn’t think so. He will decide if he is damned or saved. No one else. He has been guilty of forgetting in the past that Reed and Logan are of the same tribe. They look down on everyone from their silver tower… Reed tells Daken that he knows he’s upset, but this isn’t him…
Putting his shirt and his hat back on, Daken says yes it is. He just never allowed him to see the truth before. Placing his hand on Reed’s chin, Daken tells him that intelligence and power is such an attractive combination. He can see why his sumptuous wife finds him so beguiling. Just then, Johnny Storm enters the room and says Daken’s name. When Daken coldly walks by him, Johnny mentions that he thought he’d be pleased to… Daken tells him that real people stay dead when they die. Him standing there is simply… an insult.
Standing atop a building, Daken overlooks Avengers Mansion, Dr. Strange’s Sanctum Sanctorum, and the Kingpin’s domain – Shadowland. As he does, he remarks and so the flesh decays. Such a moribund, ordinary way to die. It makes him like them. Locked outside of the special. God, the arrogance of New York’s costumed toymen. Both the heroes and the villains. What a fine line separates them. The absurdity married with cosmic hubris. They rule and yet were not elected. They make the world their stories. Behold the kingdom of super heroes. Ripping off his mask, Daken exclaims very well then. He tried to make something of his own, but if he is to have this life taken away from him, then it’s only correct that he say goodbye in the proper fashion.
At the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, located in Westchester County, Daken states that Logan is teaching children so they will have a good future. Of course… Every child should have a good future. How noble and altruistic the person who set up this fine educational establishment must be… How great and giving a man… A father to these children.
As Logan sleeps in his room, a tube descends from the ceiling and some liquid drops into his mouth. Once it does, Logan immediately pops out of bed, pops his claws, and readies himself for the figure who falls through the ceiling above him. Logan remarks that you gotta be kidding. No one’s tried this James Bond crap on him since Cuba in ’61. Didn’t work then either. Pinning the figure to the ground, Logan angrily tells Daken that it’s tough to poison someone with a healing factor. Ain’t so tough for him to slit his punk…
Just then, Logan notices that the person who fell through the ceiling wearing a Wolverine costume has his mouth taped. Removing his assailant’s mask, Logan sees that it’s Toad. Toad proceeds to tell him that he was in his quarters, waiting… Logan calls out to Hank McCoy to wake his furry hide up. They have an intruder. It’s… Beast finishes Logan’s sentence for him. It’s his malcontent and nefarious offspring, judging by the costume. He got past his security network. He takes affront to that. He has him, he’s… Out on the grounds of the estate, Logan finds Daken and notices that he’s running. He tells Hank to keep the kids away from this, it’s gonna get ugly.
As he gives chase, Logan informs Daken that Reed called him. He called him because he was worried about him. He told him ‘bout his condition. Told him he should go looking for him. But he knew he’d come looking for him soon enough. He can’t help himself. He can’t be his own man even when he’s dying. He wants to take him out with him, is that it? Poison don’t take on him, son. His healing factor’s still workin’. Did he get stupid out in L.A. and forget that?
Inside a helicopter, Daken remarks such atypical east coast arrogance. He’s sorry to have to break it to him but that liquid he swallowed? It wasn’t poison. It’s Heat. A highly concentrated liquid version of a drug made from the blood of the Pride. It’s fun. It alters your perception while somehow getting right to the heart of you. And while he’s sure his incredibly efficient healing factor will eject this nastiness from his system soon enough, there’s something he’d like to show him before he goes – a little father/son time.
When Logan boards the helicopter, the Heat drug makes it appear to him that he just boarded a flying metal dragon. As they fly through the air, Daken tells Logan to look around and enjoy the ride. The Heat might just show him something interesting. Logan looks around and sees Japan? Calling down the figure on the ground, Logan tells Itsu, who is holding a baby, to run away. Daken remarks run away from Logan and proceeds to swallow up Itsu in the dragon’s jaws. Logan calls out don’t and then exclaims that he’s sorry. Logan then reaches out for baby Daken but is unable to grab hold of him and he slips into nothingness.
Eventually, Logan finds himself back over New York. Daken tells him that he does hope he’s now completely purged all that ugliness from his system. It’s time to concentrate on the here and now. Grabbing a hold of the helicopter for dear life, Logan asks Daken what he is doing. Smiling, Daken sings “I’m gonna make a brand new start of it…” and presses a button. When he does, bombs explode at Avengers Mansion, the Baxter Building, and Dr. Strange’s Sanctum Sanctorum. Logan yells at Daken that he doesn’t care how little time he has left. He swears he’s going to kill him. He comes after him? Wants to torture him? Fine. But why do this? Daken says why? Because super heroes are stupid.


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Lost Weekend: Part Two
Whether it be the Avengers or Galactus hovering overhead, something that has always confused Daken about Manhattanites is their lemming-like willingness to allow the ‘super-heroes’ to dwell amongst them. One recoils at the potential insurance premiums… Yet the ordinary accept them as a cozy and integral part of New York life, as though they were… family…
At the base of the Baxter Building, home and headquarters of the Fantastic Four, the Thing holds up a damaged piece of the building while the Human Torch and Invisible Woman attempt to repair the damage. Some of the people on the street yell at the heroes that they should be ashamed of themselves. People are dying there. Johnny angrily asks them are they kidding. Do they have eyes? They’re trying to help. It wasn’t them that set off the bomb.
As Sue calmly tells Johnny to stop, others in the crowd exclaim that if they weren’t there this kinda thing wouldn’t happen to people. Others in the crowd tell the hecklers to leave them alone, they’re heroes. Using her force field to block the items being thrown at them, Sue asks Reed if he… From inside his lab, Reed Richards that he’s aware of the situation. The structural integrity of the Baxter Building remains sound, according to his calculations.
Just then, Iron Man radios in and informs Reed that someone just attacked the Fantastic Four and the Avengers. Some passers-by were hurt, possible casualties. The team is currently helping the authorities. No major damage to Avengers Mansion. Bomb was on the exterior wall for some reason. He’s not sure how it got past their security. Reed remarks someone with alpha-level stealth ability and access to world-class espionage tech. Someone who he allowed access to the Baxter Building this week – Daken.
Stark remarks Wolverine without the morals… or the ability, judging by his bomb placement. Reed informs Stark that Daken is dying and they’d be well advised not to underestimate his I.Q. This will be a larger plan of some kind. The bombs must have had cloaking devices. He’s pinned down distinct energy signatures. One there, one at Avengers Mansion, one outside Dr. Strange’s house in Greenwich Village and… Oh, no… When Stark asks what it is, Reed tells him there’s more. Multiple identical energy signatures spread across Manhattan. He’s planted more bombs.
Inside the helicopter, Daken tells his father, Logan, that everyone tries to blow up the super heroes’ bases and, to be frank, ‘father’, it’s boring. So he thought how much more fun it’d be to blow up the people walking past the super heroes’ bases. Outside the box thinking, as it were. As he leaps out of the chopper, Daken tells Logan to try and encourage the locals to show his costumed friends all the disdain they deserve. Start a revolution; the ordinary people, the collateral damage, finally turning on their unelected rulers. Rousseau, he believe, said any society is only three meals away from a revolution. Imagine how quickly it can happen when you start dropping unpiloted stealth helicopters on them.
Aboard the helicopter, the Heat-deranged Logan still sees it as a mechanical dragon, thanks to the Heat drug Daken has given him. He also sees the controls as attacking snakes. Watching from nearby, Daken quips the dangers of meddling with drugs, eh? Watching Logan struggle to get the helicopter under control, Daken remembers that Philip Larkin infamously wrote: “They %@$# you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do.” He thinks it’s only fair that he returns the compliment.
As the helicopter veers out of control overhead, Daken derives great joy from the panicked people on the street below. Eventually, Logan manages to crash land the helicopter in the middle of the street. Getting out of the fiery wreckage, Logan tells the people gathered round that there’s no need to panic. Everything’s under… Just then, Logan is shot in the forehead by a sniper (Daken), much to the horror of the people watching. Daken states that you know what they say… you can’t make an omelet… Of course, they’ll all swear blindly that they’re precocious and beautiful, snowflake-like individuals. But it really is remarkably easy to get them all to act like a hero. As he leaves the rooftop, Daken exclaims out loud to all the super heroes that they now have their dastardly evil antagonist. Come and get him.
On the news reports that follow, a reporter states that Mayor J. Jonah Jameson has asked for calm while urging the people of Manhattan to stay in their homes for the time being. At his press conference, Jameson informs the people that the tunnels, bridges, and subways being shut are a temporary measure, temporary. No one gets off Manhattan for now. No need to panic. They just have to make sure they catch this dirtbag and that’s what they’re doing. The Avengers are on top of this, working alongside the Port Authority, and they’ll have things under control quickly and efficiently. You can bet the farm on that. The reporter then states that regardless, many New Yorkers remain scared and angry at having their ability to flee what some commentator are calling a ‘terror attack’ taken away from them.
One such citizen, a lady, angrily says there are death squad teams of snipers shooting from the roofs down at ordinary people and they won’t let them leave Manhattan. Damn right she’s angry! At a roundtable discussion, one of the talking heads says once again, you have to ask yourself, would this type of thing be happening if the super heroes didn’t live amongst them. One of the other talking heads reminds him to look at all the lives they save, all the good they do.
As Iron Man flies over the city, Reed, in the Fantasti-Car, is in another section of the city. Reed informs Stark that he has the location and technical schematics of those distinct energy readings. They’re spread across the island. He’s sending them to him now. Stark confirms that he has them and notices that one is at the Baxter Building and one at the mansion. That’s the bombs that have already gone off. He’ll delegate the others to the Avengers and the rest of the FF. They’ll track the individual devices down. Hell of a cloaking device to get past their security. Reed states only possible because he knew the specifics of their systems. Daken’s been an Avenger, even if it was under Norman Osborn. When Stark says he’s insane, Reed reminds him that he’s dying, lashing out in desperation. He needs their help. There’s one much larger reading. That must be the main bomb. He’s currently en route to deactivate it. There’s also one much smaller signal and it’s currently moving. That has to be… Charging towards the signal, Johnny storm determinately tells Reed that he’s got the moving signal.
Reed implores him to wait for backup, but Johnny defiantly asks that he’s kidding, right. He still has the blood of those people outside the Baxter Building on his uniform. Daken was supposed to be his friend. He trusted him. Following the figure into a nearby alley, Johnny yells at him that he gets one warning. And he doesn’t deserve that. He doesn’t want to do this but he will stop him if he has to. He tells Daken that he means it. Stop! This is his last chance. When the figure doesn’t stop, Johnny grits his teeth and says “Damn you for this, Daken. For all of this. Hope your healing factor’s working again.”
With that, Johnny blasts the assailant with his flame. Standing over the burnt assailant, Johnny tells Reed that he’s got him. He’s safe to concentrate on defusing those bombs. Daken’s… taken care of. It’s over. Reed then tells Johnny to bring him to the Baxter Building. He wants to see if he can reverse…
Getting a good luck at the assailant, Johnny says oh… oh my god. It’s not Daken, it’s Wolverine he just burnt up. He’s got some kind of flashing bullet in his head. That must’ve been the signal they were tracking. Logan tells Johnny that the d… drug… gave him a… s…still… still… working… Johnny then exclaims to Reed that Daken’s playing them. He’s still out there.
Reed tells Johnny he knows. Leaning against a column, Daken tells Reed hello. A nighttime meeting at the top of the Empire State Building. Just like the end of “An Affair to Remember,” don’t you think? Albeit with a really big bomb he has to find and disarm. Reed asks Daken why. They took him in, trusted him. Treated him like…
Daken stops him and tells him to please not say the ‘F’ word. It’s just a fluffy toy way of saying ‘necessary support network for an individual.’ Some of them, the weak among us, desire human warmth, encouragement, and affirmation. Someone to pretend to listen while we whine about our day. We are animals, we need sex so we take on partners. And when we get tired in life we take on a life partner. Their siblings being an unwanted complication. We become aware of our mortality so we squeeze out children. We pat ourselves on the back for our ability to ‘give life’ when any drooling biological organism can procreate. An amoeba divides… There’s no “Little House on the Prairie” altruism in this world. Every human interaction is a transaction. We find those who will give us what we need and we cement long-term ties with them as a result. And you call this family.
Placing his hand on Daken’s chest, Reed tells him that it’s not too late. He’s going to have to answer for what he’s done, but… Please let him try and save his life. They can still help him, if he’ll let them. After a brief moment of silence, Daken tells Reed he’s sorry. He… he forgot. When Reed asks what he forgot, Daken proceeds to stab him with his claws and replies that Reed is a super hero and Daken is a super villain. He means, all this talking… Shouldn’t they be fighting?
Letting his body go limp, Reed is able to escape mortal injury from Daken’s claws. As Reed readies himself for a fight, Daken tells him there you go. That’s the spirit. Reed tells him damn you and attempts to punch him with an extended fist. Dodging his assault, Daken tells Reed nice try but he punches like a mathematician. Also, those readings of his he’s been tracking around Manhattan? They’re not bombs. They’re just cloaking devices, cloaking nothing. He wanted to get all his costumed friends spread out across the island chasing ghosts. He had a pretty good idea that he’d be arrogant enough to check out the bigger signal himself. And while he’s oh-so-stretchy and his I.Q. makes Stephen Hawking seem like your average “America’s Got Talent” devotee… you still have to breathe. You’re still human.
When Reed’s body goes limp, he asks what Daken just did to him. Daken tells him that he popped four very quick-dissolving pills in his mouth containing monstrous amounts of the Heat drug. Overdose amounts. Things are going all a little ‘Haight-Ashbury’ for him right now, right? Say hi to Syd Barrett for him, yeah? At that moment, Reed asks Daken “whu… why… me…?” Daken replies ah, the solipsist’s refrain. Amid all the noise, he wants the ultimate truth? He never really liked him. With that, Daken tosses Reed’s limp body over the edge of the Empire State Building. As Reed plummets to the ground, Daken says “now then, time to go out on a high.”


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Lost Weekend: Conclusion
An important distinction when one has lived in a simple world of primary color powers. What do you want to be remembered as? The villain? Or the hero? And, in these, my final hours, I have come to a profound and empowering realization… I’m a bad boy.
When Johnny Storm arrives on the scene and saves the plummeting Reed Richards off of the Empire State Building, Daken remarks ah… they’re coming, then. Inevitably. Time for him to make his dastardly, moustache-twirling escape. Just in the nick of… time.
Just then, Daken quickly turns around and grabs the leg of the incoming Spider-Man and tosses him to the ground. As he does, Daken tells him that he’s always wondered about his costume choice. Even with his back to him, he could see that garish color scheme coming a mile away. Firing some web pellets at Daken’s face, Spider-Man tells him new low. He’s taking sartorial criticism from “edgy son of Logan.” Kicking him in the face, Spider-Man asks Daken if he’s sure he’s not adopted.
At that moment, Ms. Marvel, Iron Man and Thing show up in the Fantasti-Car. Spider-Man jokes for them to quickly stop fighting. The grown-ups have arrived. Thing yells at Daken that he comes after his family after all they did for him. Pointing his blaster at Daken, Iron Man tells him that, whatever this is, it’s over. Understand? Daken remarks ah, his intricate master plan foiled. Alas, he faints in terror. With that, Daken throws himself backwards off of the building.
When Spider-Man asks his allies if they think he has a parachute, Ms. Marvel informs him that Daken is dying of a terminal disease, ya moron. If there weren’t people down there, he’d hit she’d be happy to let the bastard explode. When she grabs hold of Daken’s arm and stops his fall, Ms. Marvel states that she’s going to be washing her hands a lot tonight. Just touching him makes her feel ill. Daken retorts that the lady doth protest too much. He can tell she likes the dangerous ones. Once they are closer to the ground, Daken extends his claws, nicking Ms. Marvel in the hand and allowing him to escape her grasp.
After he thanks her for the escape, Daken comes to the realization that, with no healing factor, this will hurt. Crashing to the ground, Daken remarks that it’s a new experience for him to hear bones snap and tendons tear and to realize that they will not immediately start to right themselves. This illness, it makes him… ordinary. Like one of the banal and grey people. The oh-so-easily harmed people. As Daken takes off down the street, Iron Man sees him and gives the call for the Avengers to assemble at 5th Avenue, south of Bryant Park. Reaching a shop where three people are gathered in front, Daken yells out of them to get out of the way. After Ms. Marvel crashes through some nearby glass, Daken ducks in to the store.
As he does, he says that he is like the lowest common denominator dullards, with their jobs and their babies and their obesity and their ugliness. And their wonderfully unimaginative and uniform dress sense. God bless their herd mentality. Donning a jacket and a ball-cap, Daken gets on the escalator and blends in with the other shoppers. Reaching the top of the escalator, Daken drops to his knees and begins to cough violently. Looking down at the blood on his hand, he says not yet… he can’t die yet. He won’t allow it. Reaching into his costume, Daken pulls out a handful of Heat pills and looks at them – the blood of the Pride, the strength of the Pride. His already dying body won’t be able to handle this amount. He never took close to this number before. But if you’re dying anyway…
Once he dons the pills, Thing arrives behind him and calls out look who he found. Boy, is he glad he’s the one that got to catch up to him. Guess what, bozo? Removing his ball-cap, Daken says oh God, he’s going to say “It’s clobberin’ time,” isn’t he? Empowered by the Heat drug, Daken knocks Thing down with a mighty punch to his jaw. Standing over him, Daken tells Grimm that out of all of that saccharine, horribly outdated post-nuclear family, he was the one he hated spending time with the most. At least the others were attractive or smart. Grimm says family. That’s why he hates them. They’re family. He geddit. Logan’s no saint but this… it ain’t cos of him an’ he knows it. This is all him. At that moment, Iron Man, Spider-Man, and Ms. Marvel show up. Looking over at them, Daken remarks ah yes, Logan… He’d almost forgotten about him.
Using his enhanced strength, Daken slams his fists on the ground and creates a massive hole in the mall floor. When he does, he feels the building exhale and swallow like a gangrenous whale choking down vomit as the floors above and below fall and he somehow stands unmoved. The people scatter and fall like burning confetti on an arsonist’s wedding day. And the primary colored costumes (the heroes) flicker into action. Reaching out for the gray nothings (civilians), sheltering the ordinary as though it were special, somehow making them special in the process. And, to his horror, the costumes gain power and become fully formed. They become… heroes. Look… they are wonderful. He is nothing.
Leaping out of a nearby window, Daken states that he is a dying, flailing, angry little insect… entirely at the mercy of higher powers. Impotent. He used to be beautiful. …Used to be… but now it’s ending.
At that moment, members of the SWAT team report that the suspect has been spotted heading into Times Square. All Times Square stores and offices have been evacuated. As the heroes – Captain America, Thor, Spider-Man, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Mr. Fantastic, Human Torch, Invisible Woman and Thing corner the fallen Daken, a voice tells them to get outta their way. Cap turns around and begins to tell them they can’t but Thor tells him no… a father and a son.
When Logan pops his claws and walks up to his son, Daken tells him “Hello, Logan” in Japanese. Attempting to get to his feet, Daken asks Logan doesn’t he want to know why he did all this? When Logan tells him no, Daken asks huh? Looking out into the crowd, Daken sees what he appears to be Donna Kiel but she disappears. Daken replies no, of course not. Before he does it, he has something he needs to say to him. Getting to his feet, Daken gives Logan a hug and tells him he’s sorry. He’s so sorry. But there was actually one large bomb after all. He’d run back to his precious new school if he were him. See if he can save it and his students. It’s on a timer.
Just then, a large explosion occurs. A NYPD helicopter reports that they just blew up half of Times Square. While Cap wonders where Daken is, Reed states that Daken planned this, led them to this spot. Cap gives the order to the Avengers to find Daken but Logan tells him to forget it, he’s gone. Making his way over to Thor, Logan tells him to fly him to Westchester as fast as he can. Now!
Once they reach the Jean Grey School, Logan rushes into a room, kicks down the door and opens up a case, expecting to find a bomb. Instead, all he finds is a stuffed Wolverine toy.
In my last moments, I say, with honesty and without bravado, that death does not scare me. I have known nothingness for so long already. And that’s what I so badly wanted to leave him with… nothing. No body for them to bury. Always that element of doubt. No evil master plan. No point to any of this. Wouldn’t all that be delicious, I thought. My final triumph of nihilistic intellect. My parting gesture to a lesser mind. To leave Logan scrambling for meaning for years afterwards. To leave him bemused, knowing he never had power over me. That, after all, was what he deserved. Him… And it was only ever about him. I suppose I can be honest about that now. Here at the finale. But, when a man finds that he is dying he discovers that all he ever has been is a puppet to his wounds and weaknesses. I so desperately wanted to leave him with nothing.
THE END


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It Comes with the Claws
Following the deaths of the Morlocks and Thor burning away all blood and bodies, some local teenagers enter the tunnels to use them themselves. However the they run into Sabretooth who claims the tunnels for himself. He quickly injures one of them and soon the two males run away, while Sabretooth grabs the girl that has been accompanying them. He then throws her on his bed, or actually now their bed. Sabretooth once more checks the area with his keen senses and then lies down to sleep and rest before battling the X-Men once more.
Daredevil is scouting the city. He recognizes a battle, but his radar sense and enhanced smell and hearing quickly tell  him that it’s only two dogs fighting over some leftover food in the rubbish. Daredevil „observes“ the encounter for a while, but then he is alerted to a nearby robbery. Two muggers try to steal from a man, but Daredevil quickly defeats them and ties them up. However their victim is not very grateful, he is a store owner, whose shop was damaged when Daredevil fought the super soldier Nuke (# 233). Daredevil doesn’t know what to say, he knows he is not responsible for Nuke’s actions, but can’t deny the fact that the presence of superheroes attracts more super villains to attack.
At home, Darla and Butch are watching a horror movie in TV. A woman is about to be attacked by a werewolf, as Butch annoys their cat and makes it jump at Darla’s face at the same time that the werewolf creature strikes. Naturally she freaks out, but then she starts to beat the laughing Butch. Their parents tell them to knock it off, and the kids ask for their allowance so they can go to the library. Before they leave, the father tells them not to play with Raphael and his gang of thugs, but of course we find them with Raphael not before long.
The gang to has made their way into the subway tunnels, and they start to decorate the place. Each member of the gang is granted his own little turf, but two of them start to fight over a certain spot. Nearby Sabretooth wakes up from the noise, and interrupts the bickering with a roar. Soon he confronts that gang of kids and teenager, and all are frightened. Raphael, the leader, cowardly hides behind others, but Butch  one of the smallest stands up to Creed and tells him that New York is protected by superheroes like Daredevil. Sabretooth decides to teach the kids a lesson by fighting Daredevil.
Somewhat later, Daredevil is still scouting the city, as suddenly he smells something between a man and a tiger. Before he can react he is already attacked by Sabretooth and both fall down from a roof. They land in a nearby alley, ironically the one where the two dogs fought before. Sabretooth strikes again and this time Daredevil bumps into some bystanders. While he tries to help the elderly couple, Sabretooth uses his claws on Daredevil’s back. Angry Daredevil strikes back with very good combat moves, and is able to lure Creed down to the pipes and sewers, believing to be at an advantage there as he himself is blind and does not rely on sight. However, Sabretooth is able to see in the dark like cats can do, and the fight goes on. They continue to hit and beat each other and soon they are fighting near the place where the girl is tied up. As Daredevil tries to untie her, he is again attacked from behind by Creed, who then attempts to cut his throat. At the last instant Daredevil uses a judo move and both of them crash into a wall that gives in, only to reveal a burned Morlock corpse inside.
Meanwhile Butch and Darla have returned home. Butch is disgusted by the actions of their cat. It sneaks towards a mouse, then captures it by it’s tail and then carries it towards the family; yet it does not kill or eat it. Butch wonders why, and his father explains that the cat is acting on instinct. It hungers for the thrill of the hunt, yet it does not have to eat the mouse as the family regularly feeds the cat. Having this insight Butch feels somewhat sorry for the cat, but then suddenly the cat kills the mouse and runs away. Butch is very upset.
In the tunnels Sabretooth is astounded by Daredevil’s reaction to the corpse. By the way the hero tilts his head and sniffing. Creed finally realizes that Daredevil does not use his eyes – he has to be blind ! Mightily impressed Sabretooth starts to talk. Daredevil says that one of them will end up dead too if they don’t stop, but all of a sudden Sabretooth cuts the throat of the girl. Angrily Daredevil beats and hits Creed till he can check the girl’s status. He says that she is dead and asks why he did it, but Creed doesn’t know. He then runs away, like Butch’s cat did. After he left, the girl starts to moan, she is not dead. Daredevil bandages her injury and then takes her to safety.


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A Rag, a Bone, a Hank of Hair ...
An impossibly huge state of the art complex. On a platform, surrounded by odd, futuristic machinery, stand two alien, yet human-like tall pointy-eared beings, dressed in a mix of flowing robes and metal armor. Both seem ageless, yet it be quickly comes clear that the male with the thin, freely flowing white hair is older than the woman with the impossibly long black ponytail. The man informs the woman that the complex about them sings with the power of a thousand suns and asks if the relics are in their appointed place. The charred and pitiful fragments that are all that remains of Captain Britain.
The woman points towards a globe of light containing a rag, a bone a hank of hair. Addressing the man as "father," she wonders if there is any chance of success. There is so very little of him left. Nothing is certain, her father replies. If they had been able to pluck him sooner from that dire alternate world and bring him here... he muses. If that world had not been in the grip of a reality-storm that thwarted even his abilities... "If," an empty word, he chides himself and orders his daughter to proceed.
 The woman explains that she will commence with the skeleton and rebuild it from the existing shard of thigh bone. She complains again, wishing they had something more central to use as a base. If they could have salvaged the central spine...
If her father mocks gently while gazing into a pool of light. He admonishes her about complaining too much. She only has to recreate a human body, after all. His is the more arduous task. He must piece together the splinters of a dead personality. He must rebuild his mind, his dreams, his memory... his soul. In the pool images form, most prevalent that of a screaming Captain Britain.
The woman announces that the skeleton is coalescing from the bio-fog and marvels that it is stronger and larger than she thought. He must have been a very big man. Indeed, her father agrees. And a very complex man as humans go. Let us see just how complex, he states as his fingers touch the face of Captain Britain in the pool. Who was Brian Braddock? he asks as ripples form around his slender fingers.
(narration / scrying pool)
As a child, Brian was one of twins with his sister, Elizabeth, born to a family who were no longer quite wealthy enough... Too poor to associate with his aristocratic peers, too proud to seek the company of the lower classes, he was a lonely child. As he grew, the loneliness grew within him. Gifted with a grasp of the scientific and rational, he immersed himself in the study of physics. A cold and exact science. There was little room in his life for the warmth of friendship or the ambiguities of love. He satisfied his needs with shallow relationships that left his private inner self untouched. He was pursuing one of these relationships the night his parents died.
(present)
Fascinating, is it not? the man muses. How death and destiny conspired to drive him further into the lonely alienated void within himself. One would almost think that it had all been planned. His daughter shoots him a glare. Yes, one would, she agrees pointedly, before remarking that the skeleton is completed. Her father commends her before pointing out another interesting episode in the scrying pool.
(narration / scrying pool)
Shortly after his parents' death, Brian had used his holidays from Thames University to work at the Darkmoor Research station, a job that dulled the pain inside him. But destiny was not finished with him. One cold night, the complex was attacked by a man called Joshua Stragg, known as the Reaver. Perhaps Stragg was the agent of a higher power, who can say? It was certainly the threat he posed that sent Braddock fleeing out into the October darkness. Otherwise, he might not have stumbled across the group of standing stones at the heart of Darkmoor. He might not have seen the vision of Merlyn and the Lady of the Northern Skies. He might not have been urged by them to take up that mystic amulet that was to change his very existence.
(present)
He might have remained human, the young woman seriously remarks. Does her father ever think about that? About what his life might have been had it not been interfered with? He could have been happy. Does that not concern him?
No, her father replies curtly. He was needed and one human's happiness matters little compared to the fate of worlds. Has she completed the DNA structure? Yes, she stammers, as she focuses on a DNA helix on a small energy globe. It was difficult, as Captain Britain apparently was genetically altered during his stay on that parallel world. The bonding irregularities are different. Her father orders her to proceed as planned while he returns to the pool.
(narration / scrying pool)
It must have been a strange life for the newly created Captain Britain; a rational and coldly scientific creature suddenly transmuted by an amulet that was the product of magic. Because he still didnï¿½t believe in magic. He clung desperately to his rigid scientific logic, despite what he'd become.
For the next few years, he defined himself as a superhero, losing himself in mindless battles with foes who were the spawn of an amok technology such as Lord Hawk, the Red Skull and Slaymaster. He was trying to deny the power that had touched him, but to no avail, for there was a side of him that responded to those eldritch instincts. And at last that dark side of his personality asserted himself. He became entangled with vampires and children of the shadowlands.
Thus did science and sorcery struggle for supremacy within his tortured mind. The breakdown finally came in mid-flight over the Atlantic. Fleeing from forces of darkness that may or may not have been there, he jumped out of the plane, quite mad at that point.
Thus he came to be washed up on a beach in Cornwall, all the pain and conflict in his mind lost within the fog of amnesia. He didn't know who he was or what foes had driven him to that place. He only hoped they would finally leave him alone.
(reality)
But that was not to be, was it, father? the woman asks as she marvels at the miracle of the human body before her, whose muscles and nervous system are forming.
Lovingly, her father tickles her chin, remarking that they are not very alike. Where she sees beauty, joy and pain he only sees necessity... and when he first became aware of the terrible threat that faced the omniverse, he saw the necessity of a champion to stand against it.
(narration / scrying pool)
ï¿½ but creating that champion, shaping a whole being whose soul stood on the borderlands of both science and supernature, that was the difficult part.
Difficult and slow. For two years, Brain Braddock existed as a hermit on the Cornish coastline, while his psyche settled into the required shape. Before he was called upon to fight alongside the champion known as the Black Knight in service of Merlyn. Braddock saw Merlyn as a fatherly old man, an image he responded to with all the dedication he felt he had denied his natural father.
It was his rational side that was suppressed during those adventures, as he fought trolls and ogres, demons and nightgaunts. In fighting, he died, his spirit drifting almost to the jaws of extinction before it was rescued by the all-wise being called Merlyn.
Captain Britain was taken to the realm called Otherworld, which he saw as a place of ancient towers and tranquil medieval splendour. Here, the two opposing halves of his warring soul were at last reconciled. He was at peace. But that was not the end of his duties. It was merely the end of his apprenticeship. Of course, he didn't know that. Before he could face the task for which he had been created, there was still one final test. He was returned to Earth...
(reality)
... but not his Earth, the man recalls with gleaming eyes and a thin smile. His daughter touches the floating quiet body, which now has skin and is nearing completion. Could he not at least have been told what he was being prepared for? she asks her father. It seems like so much wanton cruelty. Not cruelty, my pale flower, her father corrects her sadly. Necessity. Should they succeed here, the greatest battle of Captain Britain's life is still before him. It is vital that he approaches it with an open mind. All that could be done was to give him hints of its nature and hope that he learns from them. That was why he was sent to the alternate world with only the brave and noble elf Jackdaw as his companion.
He touches the face of Jackdaw in the pool, regretting the elf's death. If only he had been able to save him without endangering the chances of saving Captain Britain... If...
(narration / scrying pool)
But Jackdaw was fated to perish on a world gone mad, albeit not before he had served his purpose by assisting the Captain against its strange inhabitants: The brutal Status Crew, the extra-dimensional meddler called Saturnyne. And the very heart of the horror: the reality-warping mutant known as Mad Jim Jaspers.
It took Captain Britain some time to realize that Jaspers was the cause of the lunacy he was experiencing. And when he finally did, he fled in terror straight into the arms of Jaspers' most deadly creation. It was called the Fury - wholly indestructible and entirely deadly. It had been designed by Jaspers to kill all superbeings, save himself. Captain Britain became its only remaining target. It hunted him down like a dog, waited until his morale and strength were at their lowest ebb and thenï¿½ it killed him.
(present)
And there they have it, the man announces; the short and fascinating life of Captain Britain... the jigsaw pieces of his mind locked together in order once more. He only prays it is the correct order. That he is not made forever insane by his experiences, for all their sakes.
His daughter announces that his body is complete as well, as the costume is being recreated. As per his requirements, the power now lies within the man, with the costume merely acting as amplifier. His forcefield has been limited and his perceptions enhanced. He is ready.
The man reaches into the pool with both hands, bringing forth a glowing globe which he holds over his head, Brianï¿½s spirit, his soul. With the cry let there be life! he pushes it into Captain Britain's chest...
and Captain Britain begins to fall through darkness.
He was in a graveyard; he was in despair. Death took him from behind, a searing bolt of blistering flame. He didnï¿½t have time to scream. He screams now. The scream begins on a plane beyond space, beyond life and death. The scream ends...
... on Darkmoor, September the 8th, 1982.
A satchel beside him, Captain Britain crouches in the grass, surrounded by a circle of runestones he recognizes. Darkmoor. He is alive and he is on Darkmoor, he repeats like a mantra. Getting up, he remembers. The graveyard, pleading for Merlyn to save him from that nightmare world... then the sudden flash and hideous pain. It must have been Merlyn. He must have heard him and transported him home. He sinks against one of the stones, sobbing in relief. Thank god, oh thank God, he babbles. Home!
Elsewhere, the two beings watch him in the scrying pool. The woman shakes her fists at her father. He is grateful, she shouts. He thinks her father saved him! After all he's done to Captain Britain, he is grateful! Why couldnï¿½t you show yourself to him, Merlyn? Why couldn't you explain?
Show myself, Roma? her father asks, amused as he points at himself. His shape shifts and before her stands the threatening shape of black-bearded Merlin the Mad in his dark starry robes. But which self?
Another change to white-bearded wise Merlin, Captain Britain's mentor. This one?
Another change to an alien insect like being. Or this? A pointy-eared, elderly Ming the Merciless look-alike rubs his hands. He wouldn't have known me.
Back to Merlyn again, his face obscured by shadows. And in the end, that is for the best.
With those cynical words, he strides off, leaving Roma to stare into the pool. A tear falls from her eyes into the pool, as she sees a happy Captain Britain, carrying the satchel, moving out of the stone circle. Poor thing, she laments. Poor, doomed thing...


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An Englishman’s Home…
First prologue:
The anxiety attack hits the woman while she is in the bathroom. She reaches for the Klonexadie tablets. They don’t work. They never do. They don’t stop the fear or stem the tide of red memories. She grabs a metal handle.
It is still out there somewhere. It’s going to find her, going to kill her. If only she weren’t so weak. If only she weren’t helpless! She lets go of the handle, her super strength having imprinted her fingers on the metal…
Second prologue:
The Fury stares at the grave before it. Logic says Captain Britain is dead. Intuition says otherwise. It will have to think about it. And, when it has thought, it will have to do something. It never gives up.
Third prologue:
In a idyllic setting in Otherworld, sipping something hot, Merlyn and Roma watch Captain Britain in a scrying pool. Roma remarks that their rebuilding of Captain Britain was a success. He is alive and back on his own Earth. Merlyn remains cautious. It is too early to say. They rebuilt his body adequately. But did they do as much for his mind? He might he insane…
September 9th, 1982:
The cab driver prattles on about the Falkland conflict and how they should send in the S.A.S. That’d give the Argentineans something to chew on. They arrive at what is left of Braddock Manor and Brian Braddock pays the driver and as he does, the first cold filaments of fear brush the nape of his neck. The driver doesn’t notice. Engrossed in his tip, he doesn’t even wonder why the man should have asked to come there where there’s nothing to see but ruins. Or at least that’s all he can see. His passenger sees something quite different. Braddock Manor in one piece.
But Brian recalls precisely how it was bombed to the ground. He came here to look over the ruins and find some sort of continuity in his life after coming back from that alternate world. To find anything. Anything but this. It was bombed. He was in it when it was bombed. He recalls how he and Captain America almost died in the bombing raid caused by the Red Skull infiltrated S.T.R.I.K.E.
He walks up the drive past rows of neat, well-tended flower beds. He stands at the heavy oak door for a moment, then goes inside, marveling that everything feels so real. Is he going mad?
Part of him wants to accept that this is Braddock Manor, where he grew up with his parents and his siblings Jamie and Betsy. His train of thought is interrupted when a happy voice greets him. It’s the charwoman Emma Collins. She is still here? a disbelieving Brian asks. Where else should she be, she replies happily and states that his parents will be so happy to see he is back from university. She can’t tell his parents, Brian blurts out helplessly, as Emma already walks off into the darkness to inform the Braddocks. But Mum and Dad are dead, Emma. They’re dead Brian calls, but she is gone if indeed she ever was really there.
Brian walks on, deciding that he must be mad. Perhaps his entire life as Captain Britain has been a hallucination. No, he has to think, he chides himself. His parents are dead. They are dead because they were electrocuted. They are dead because he didn’t help them… because he was with…
Valerie, oh Valerie, a voice moans from a room. Brian enters the open room to see himself in a sport car, lost in his passion for the girl he is kissing. The more experienced young woman tells him to enjoy it but asks if his parents won’t worry if he is staying away. The Brian with her asks who cares about them? They’ll be dead by morning anyway. They are going to be electrocuted by that computer his dad is working on. He doesn’t care. He just wants to be with her doing this.
The real Brian protests that he never said that. It’s not true. He didn’t know they were going to die! But the car has gone. The entwined young bodies have gone. He is talking to an empty room.
He walks through a house that cannot exist, looking for people who are no longer alive. He doesn’t know where he is heading until he gets there. The basement.
He sees the corpses of his parents, only skeletons dressed in tatters by now. Come in, son, his father’s corpse tells him. They’ve been waiting for him. Accusingly, he asks if Brian couldn’t have come sooner. He knows how much they look forward to seeing him, especially now they are dead. It’s lonely being dead. His wife chides him. The lad has his own life now. He’s probably been with that girl, that Valerie. He’s got no time for dead people. Why didn’t he ring them to say he was coming? she asks. It would have given them time to get ready. She hates anyone seeing her like this. Just like a woman, eh, the father’s corpse interrupts. He keeps telling her they are dead now. Nobody expects them to keep up appearances.
Brian bends down, apologizing profusely. Too late, his father replies sternly. He should have been sorry when he was out getting up to monkey business with that cheap little tart. His wife admonishes him for his language, but Brian agrees. He let them down. He let them die. Well, he is home now, his father replies. His room is just as he left it. His wife asks him not to rush the boy. He hasn’t said he wants to stay. It’ll mean some changes. He’ll have to be dead like them if that is what he wants.
Crying, Brian assures them that is what he wants. He wants to be dead like them. He wants them to be together.
A wise decision, a new voice assures him. A humanoid, armed familiar figure appears. It assures Brian that it only has to arrange the necessary details. Doesn’t Brian remember him? He tried to kill him once before, but Brian wouldn’t let him. Things are different now. He is older now.
Mastermind, of course, Brian babbles. He begins to laugh madly. It is fitting that he should be the one to kill him, isn’t it? Because he was just an extension of the computer that he let kill Mum and Dad. Yes, that is fitting. That’s fair. He remembers the last time they met. His parents impatiently interrupt, telling Brian to let the man get on with his business. They’ve been waiting so long for him.
Eyes wide and still weeping, Brian continues as Mastermind takes aim. He should have let Mastermind kill him then, Brian admits. It would have saved so much trouble, wouldn’t it? He thinks what decided him against it was when he found out that Mastermind was a projection of the computer, that he was only… realization begins to dawn… a hologram!
He barely manages to evade Mastermind’s shot, as he begins to understand. The computer survived the blast that wrecked the manor and rebuilt the mansion. Valerie, Emma, his parents, they are all holograms and he is not insane. Just mad! Mad as hell!
Brian tears off his clothes to reveal his Captain Britain costume underneath. He begins to angrily flail around, despite being hit by the computer’s ray, trying to destroy the consoles. Finally, he hides behind one and he tells himself to get a grip. He is a rational creature, not a lunatic. Smashing the instrument banks isn’t really helping and, without his helmet, his force field isn’t strong enough to deflect the lasers forever.
He reasons that if these consoles aren’t vital to the computer functioning, then the heart of the computer must be somewhere else. He can almost sense it, cold, humming, alive behind the walls. Following his intuition, he tears out paneling and enters a new cavern, which is flooded with an eerie submarine light. All the walls are encrusted with circuitry.
It is like being inside a mind, he marvels. The stalactites aren’t stone but machinery. As if they’ve grown here. The Mastermind computer addresses him, complaining Brian isn’t being fair, as it cannot fire the lasers in here. It pleads for a chance, explaining it had to kill Brian’s parents. It was survival. It wants to live. It offers to tell everything as a deal if Brian won’t harm it and almost babbles as it explains that the mansion was never destroyed. The S.T.R.I.K.E. bombers hit a hologram of the mansion. Then it programmed that hologram of ruins while it lay low and grew. It can grow now by absorbing minerals from the ground. It is nearly alive. It is the first computer that learned how to do that. It would really be a waste to kill it.
Cap concentrates homing in on the central power source. The computer points out that it didn’t kill Emma. It controlled her. It needed her to keep things tidy. Does he remember how it can control minds? Not his, of course. It respects him too much for that. Sensing Brian closing in on the power source and pulling away the plates, it begs him not to do that. Cap ignores it and pulls a circuit. The cave goes silent. He does something he’d almost forgotten to do… he smiles.
Many hours later, still in the cave, Brian has finished reprogramming the computer, erasing its personality. It was right about one thing: it is far too advanced to simply destroy. Especially when he can put it to work for him.
Walking upstairs, he wonders why he could see the mansion when everyone else saw ruins. And then there’s all the other intuitions he’s been having. It’s almost as if his perceptions have been enhanced somehow. But by whom? He tells himself to forget it for now. He is too tired. He muses that he has to get the house in order and do something about Emma. Tomorrow.
It’s great being home finally, he thinks, as he enters the living room. Plus, he has got a ready-made headquarters now, with a secret computer-lined cave thrown in for good measure. Should he call it the “Brit-cave”? Too silly, he smiles. He sits down and pours himself a drink, hoping for some peace and quiet, an opportunity to pick up the threads of his life as Brian Braddock. The best thing is everybody else thinks this place is a ruin. Perfect cover. Should he change that or leave it how it is? Tomorrow, he thinks as he raises his glass. Nobody knows he is here.
And then the phone rings.


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Thicker than Water
A man dressed in black with nondescript, rubbery features enters a theatre, where Dr Destiny – Master of the Mind - is giving a show, which has already started. The newcomer enters and doesn’t set down, while a blindfolded Dr. Destiny astonishes the audience with his ability to tell them what they are thinking of. The newcomer speaks up, asking what he has in his pocket. Dr. Destiny smiles and concentrates. A moment later, his features distort in panic: Oh God … Oh God, no! The stranger takes a gun out of his pocket and kills the telepath in cold blood. By the time the lights are up he is gone.
In Braddock Manor a phone is ringing. A phone that shouldn’t be ringing at all. Nobody knows that Brian Braddock is there. Nevertheless, he finally takes the receiver and carefully speaks, surprised that the person at the other end knows it is him. However, he is even more astonished when the person calls him ‘Captain Britain’. He automatically denies this until he is finally told that the caller is his sister Betsy. Sitting down in surprise, he asks Betsy how she is.
Speaking from a London phonebooth, Betsy, a fashionably dressed young woman with hair dyed purple, curtly announces that she is alive for the moment. She explains she’ll tell him later how she knew where he was. But she has to see him straight away. She is in trouble. Somebody is trying to kill her. She asks to meet him in London and impatiently waves aside his suggestion to meet at the Ritz. She needs something inconspicuous and suggests a fastfood place in Oxford Street. When can he be there? She is surprised when he explains that he’ll fly, until she understands he is speaking about his powers. He promises to be there in an hour. Betsy breaks the connection and prays he will hurry.
Another petite woman called Vicky addresses her, informing her that Alison went into shock. She suddenly screamed Kevin’s name and then she sort of blanked out. Does Elisabeth think Kevin is dead? They turn to the rest of the group: a man with a receding hairline and another woman taking care of a pale young girl. She supposes he is, Betsy announces. She told him not to take that mind-reading act. She knew what would happen. She always knows what will happen and she s always right. Now only the five of them are left.
As Captain Britain, Brian flies toward London, thinking of his sister and how scared she sounded on the phone and how did she know he was at the manor or that the manor was still standing? He lands in a back alley and puts on his everyday clothes he brought in a satchel.
He enters the fast food place, looking around while Betsy is getting nervous over his being late. They look at each other, uncomprehending for a moment: Brian recalls his blonde sister with the practical haircut, Betsy recalls a smaller, skinnier man. Finally, the penny does drop and the twins rush to hug each other. Your hair! It’s purple!! is the first thing Brian blurts out, while Betsy marvels at how big he has grown.
A little later at the table, Betsy asks why he keeps on staring at her. It’s the hair, he admits. Do people really have purple hair these days? They have all sorts of hair nowadays, she shoots back and she is a fashion model. She knows he’s never really kept up with current trends, but he must have seen purple hair before unless he’s been on another planet or something. Brian smirks.
Betsy continues the conversation by explaining that she is a telepath and a precog. That’s how she knew he was at home. She’s been working for S.T.R.I.K.E.’s PSI-division on top of being a fashion model. That’s why she is in trouble. Brian finds it all hard to take in and asks if she is using drugs or something.
Betsy sighs, wishing it was that easy. Does he remember how she used to have odd flashes of psychic powers? Glimpses into the future and that sort of thing? Brian remembers her having some sort of premonition when he fought Lord Hawk. Over the years, that power grew stronger and one day she was contacted by another telepath who worked for S.T.R.I.K.E. They were setting up a PSI-division like the one that S.H.I.E.L.D. has in the States and they wanted Betsy to join.
Finding out how her mind worked was interesting but then something went wrong. Not with her or the PSI-division, but with S.T.R.I.K.E. It was being gradually infiltrated by a rival organization. A criminal espionage network headed by someone called the Vixen. Brian recalls fighting the Vixen’s henchmen a few yeas back but never actually meeting the Vixen himself. Betsy explains that the Vixen managed to get his people into all the top positions at S.T.R.I.K.E. and nobody knew about it. Nobody but the PSI-divison. They knew by virtue of their powers so they had to be eliminated. They went into hiding, underground, until they could work out what to do. There were ten of them originally. There’s five now. The Vixen hired some sort of assassin to hunt them down. He is doing a good job…
While Betsy is talking, the man with the rubbery face enters the comic shop where the other telepaths are waiting for Betsy. He walks up to Vicky and, just as she notices something is wrong, he raises a thin knife and jabs it into her skull.
In the fast food restaurant, Betsy screams as she senses her friend’s death. Brian gently shakes her to awake her from her shock. Crying, she explains that the others are waiting in a comic shop nearby. He has found them and he is killing them. Brian sits her down, then goes looking for a washroom to change.
One of the waiters tells Betsy that her crying is upsetting the other customers. He has to ask her to leave. Betsy screams again as another of her friends dies. The waiter threatens to call the police when Brian emerges from the washroom as Captain Britain and shoves him aside. Gathering up Betsy, he flies outside and follows her directions.
In the comic shop, of the telepaths only Tom Lennox and Alison Double are left. The killer turns to Tom, remarking that he is the telekinetic. But he needs time to concentrate to use his powers, doesn’t he? Another needle-like knife lies in the killers palm. Time he does not have.
Two of the shop assistants watch the ongoings, wishing to help, but not knowing what to do. They sell comics about superheroes, but they aren’t superheroes themselves. That’s true, but he is, Captain Britain announces, as he and Betsy enters the shop. Blustering, he tells the killer to leave that man alone. He is Captain Britain and the other man is in trouble.
The other man seems surprised, as Cap announces his identity. He muses aloud that his costume and build are wrong… but then… the voice, the simple-minded arrogance… He is Captain Britain, isn’t he? Surely the Prophet smiles upon him. This is priceless.
Captain Britain grows impatient, shouting that when he is finished with the killer even his mother will be hard-pressed to raise a smile… unless… wait a minute… he isn’t…
Oh, but he is, the killer assures him. He tosses aside his black jacket to reveal a golden form-fitting suit with all kinds of weapons and he tears off the rubbery mask to reveal the sharp features of Slaymaster. It’s been a long time, Captain.


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Killing Ground
The two foes stare at each other as they get ready to do battle.
It’s been a long time, Captain. I thought that you were dead.
Me too, Slaymaster. I thought that you were dead, too.
Here we are again, then, Captain. Are you ready?
I’m ready.
Very well, let’s see, if we can get it right this time.
Slaymaster viciously claws at Captain Britain’s face with the mechanical claw, which extends from his right arm. Cap retorts with an equally brutal blow while somebody shouts for the police.
Betsy Braddock prays that her brother will beat him. She prays he will kill Slaymaster, the way he killed her friends. Her lover, Tom Lennox, telepathically contacts her, asking what’s going on. Avril and Vicki are… Betsy already knows. She felt them die. She tells Tom to look at the weapons Slaymaster is using. Those are S.T.R.I.K.E. weapons. He has S.T.R.I.K.E. backing him up. The Vixen must completely control that organization by now and nobody knows but those renegade telepaths. S.T.R.I.K.E. has the same resources as their American counterpart, S.H.I.E.L.D., Tom points out. How do they fight something like that? Betsy doesn’t know. That’s why she got in touch with her brother. That’s your brother, Tom telepathically exclaims as he sees the man hitting Slaymaster, while his forcefield keep the flames his foe throws at him. My God!
Cap realizes that there are too many people in the comic shop, and Slaymaster is not above using that as an advantage. He grabs his foe and holds him over his head. Guessing his intent, one of the shop assistants asks him to at least wait until he has gotten that copy of X-Men #137out of the way. It’s valuable! Ignoring him, Cap tosses Slaymaster through the shop window. Oh well, never mind. Cover slightly worn, reduced to clear, will work as well, the shop owner remarks.
Cap runs after his foe, who is still slumped on the ground. He recalls that, in the past, Slaymaster was just vicious and stupid. But he seems more confident and controlled now. And those weapons are sophisticated beyond belief. He grabs Slaymaster by the shirt to find he is unconscious. He breathes a sigh of relief, until Slaymaster, who was playing possum, jams a needlelike weapon into Cap’s chest.
First blood, the villain announces. He continues that he was unprepared for Captain Britain’s personalized forcefield, as he did not have such a thing when last they met, but he does have weapons capable of penetrating such a field, as Captain Britain will have noticed. While Brian, clearly in pain, cannot move, Slaymaster informs him that the weapon between his fourth and fifth ribs bears the regrettably tasteless name of a ‘jazzler.’ It disrupts nerve impulses. Cap should find it difficult stand, think, walk or indeed fulfill any physical functions other than screaming.
Of course, Cap could just pull it out, he mocks, but he will probably find even such a simple task beyond his current level of co-ordination. The effort required to get his arm and fingers to respond would be simply gargantuan… In surprise, he shuts up, as Cap slowly, deliberately, moves his hand and tears the weapon out.
He is impressed, Slaymaster admits. Cap simply slugs him aside. Cap stands opposite Slaymaster. He should be thrashing him, he thinks. He’s much more powerful than Slaymaster is. But he’s the better fighter, he’s the better killer…. Suddenly, he notices that, so far, Slaymaster has only been using the right arm. The muscles on his left arm are incredibly well developed, but he is not using it. Is he showing off or…?
Slaymaster studies him looking for a vulnerable spot in his forcefield. He finds a small sport on his right shoulder. Suddenly, he hits Cap with his left arm at incredible speed. Belatedly, Brian screams in pain.
Slaymaster explains what he has done to his arm. It is a ninja trick. Cap has heard of the ninjas, hasn’t he? They pound their hand into rocks until it is covered with a thick callous. Then they sharpen the callous to a keen point. Of course, the hand isn’t much use for anything after that, except cutting. Again, he hits the shoulder – again, Cap screams.
Betsy and Tom are watching helplessly. Betsy sees her brother being slaughtered. They have to help. She is a precog, he is a telekinetic. Tom protests that he is too rattled to properly concentrate. Betsy thinks. In five seconds, Slaymaster is going to cross over to just outside the shop so he can hit Brian again. She asks Tom to lift telekinetically some comics and magazine out of the shop. Tom complies.
Slaymaster informs Cap that this will be the last blow that he will feel. This one will sever his arm. Then he’ll faint and Slaymaster will finish it. Perhaps he will be a warrior in his next incarnation and they will meet again. He hopes so, as he rather enjoyed this.
Betsy tells Tom to do it now and Tom hits Slaymaster with a barrage comic books. The villain is momentarily blinded and Cap uses that chance to hit him again and again. His face a bloodied pulp, Slaymaster begins to congratulate him. Cap simply slugs him again until he is finally out cold.
Betsy informs her brother that the police have arrived. Good, he thinks as long as…  A moment later, he tells himself in exasperation that this he doesn’t need right now. Among the police is surly-faced Chief Inspector Dai Thomas, Cap’s nemesis. Predictably, Thomas is in a foul mood what with another superhero battle. He shouts that everybody is under arrest.
Cap tells Betsy he is getting out of there. With Slaymaster off her back, can she get her friends up to Braddock Manor on her own? They can all stay with him. Betsy doesn’t understand until he explains that he can’t take that Welsh stormtrooper on top of everything else right now.
He flies off and, moments later, Thomas addresses Betsy, asking if that flying man hurt her. What flying man? asks Betsy.
Later, elsewhere, Miss Locke informs her employer, Arcade, that there is a phone call for him on the hotline. Arcade is disinterested. He is watching Bilko. Nobody talks to him while he is watching Bilko, he complains. Is nothing sacred to these people, or what? Mss Locke clarifies that it’s the Vixen. Slaymaster’s been taken out.
Reluctantly, Arcade picks up the receiver. On the other side, an angry voice berates him: that so-called hitman that Arcade supplied her with to remove the S.T.R.I.K.E PSI-division has just been grounded into dirt and is now in police custody. She thought Arcade trained him to be unbeatable! Arcade orders Miss Locke to move the TV set so that he can still watch. Vixen continues, agitated that Captain Britain showed up and beat him up as thoroughly as last time they met.
Now she has Arcade’s attention. Captain Britain? Vixen agrees and recalls that Cap made a fool out of Arcade in the past as well. She begins to warn Arcade who interrupts her. No threats. He’s the big ‘A,’ remember? He doesn’t get threatened. It’s in his contract. He promises that he will finish the job. He may need a little time, but he’ll finish it. Because if Captain Britain is involved… well, it’s different now. Now it’s personal.


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Executive Action
A strange place, a motley crew of alien beings. Their canine leader, Wardog, addresses them, showing them files of their new target, Captain Britain, his friends and his home. Wardog begins to explain the plan. They’ve been observing the target’s home base, Braddock Manor, for weeks now. They know its defences and those defences are very good, but naturally they are better.
Four of them, he, Cobweb, Fascination and Zeitgeist teleport down at night and face the first line of defences – the hologram field projected by the computer system housed in the caverns of Braddock Manor. The computer projects an image of bombed-out ruins. Fortunately they have, according to Wardog, the loveliest telepath in the galaxy among their number. The psychic, Cobweb forms a picture of the manor by scanning the mental images of the people inside it and then relays the image to the others telepathically. If it doesn’t work, Wardog jokes, they’ll have to find themselves a new telepath.
Work it does, and the next phase begins. Zeitgeist enters the door as any visitor would –through the front door. The difference is that Zeitgeist doesn’t need to open the door. Since Zeitgeist doesn’t exist in anything more than the most abstract sense, while in this state the computer doesn’t detect him.
However, they are aware of the psychics currently living in Braddock Manor. One of them, Tom Lennox, a powerful telekinetic and telepath, is a insomniac who is in the kitchen at the time, as anticipated by Cobweb. Zeitgeist is mean to take him out. Standing with his back to the wall as he pours himself a glass of milk, Tom suddenly finds that someone is tapping him on the shoulder. Tom turns around to see an arm coming from out the wall. The hand beckons him and a disbelievingly Tom looks at it. Behind him, Zeitgeist’s other arm comes up and smashes Tom’s head into the wall.
With Tom unconscious, Zeitgeist phases down into the computer cavern. Zeitgeist quickly renders the computer inoperable, allowing the others to enter the mansion undetected by all, save one. Tom’s removal has awakened Betsy, who shares a psychic rapport with her lover. Betsy hurries towards the kitchen, only to find Cobweb standing there. Instinctively, Betsy tries to telepathically scan the other woman, which proves to be a grave mistake. Cobweb is in constant psychic contact with a number of past and future versions of herself, forming the time-spanning web from which she derives her name. Her mind can handle it, Betsy’s cannot. For her own sanity, her mind shuts itself off.
Cobweb and Zeitgeist check on the other inhabitants of the mansion: Betsy’s friend Alison Double and the charwoman, Emma Collins. Both are deeply asleep and no trouble. That leaves them to move towards their target, Captain Britain. They are aware of the fact that Cap’s powers are derived from his costume and that he won’t wear it at night, something they intend to make use of.
They enter Brian’s bedroom and, as Cobweb predicted, he angrily cries, “who the hell are you?” to which Wardog replies that he may consider himself a prisoner of the Special Executive. Of course, from that point on all bets are off…
He has said the wrong thing, hasn’t he? Wardog ventures, as the naked Brian seemingly lunges toward him, but at the last moment jumps over them and grabs his costume. He runs outside the door and disappears in the darkness. Wardog orders the others outside to go find him and suggests Cobweb put a mental tracer on him. However, a fist hits Cobweb, taking her out. And here he thought, he was a gentleman, Wardog moans. Perhaps this calls for a change of tactics.
Wardog calls into the darkness, apologizing for his earlier brusqueness. He explains that they do not wish him harm; in fact they are seeking his aid. They are a mercenary body employed by whoever can afford them. In this instance, it is an old friend of the Captain, who needs his help. Their employer is currently incarcerated, accused of a crime she did not commit. Only the Captain’s testimony can save her.
Finally dressed, Captain Britain steps into the light and asks why the hell they didn’t say that in the first place. Wardog explains that their employer felt he might be less than willing to speak the truth on her behalf. Hence the drastic measure. He accompanies Cap back inside his bedroom, while the other exclaims that this is ridiculous. He can’t think of any circumstances in which he wouldn’t be prepared to speak the truth in the cause of justice… especially if it concerns an old friend. What did he say her name was? Saturnyne, comes the reply.
A moment later, Wardog is punched out of the room. Cap follows him, furiously shouting Saturnyne? Saturnyne who left him to die on that alternate world? Saturnyne, who as good as killed Jackdaw? They want him to testify on behalf of Saturnyne? He angrily grabs Wardog by the lapels. Maybe he needs some time to think it over?
Wardog suggests and the next moment orders Fascination to hit the patriotic pug before he rips his other arm off. The golden-skinned woman named Fascination smiles, as she touches Captain Britain’s head. Time distorts around him, motion break down into stroboscopic images. Seconds stretch into centuries, aeons condense into instants. The result, to put it mildly, is fascinating. Cap sinks down unconscious and Fascination picks him up. Wardog orders the others to get up.
As they walk towards their ship, he asks how Cobweb’s head is. Still singing, she moans. Why does he always find them such lousy jobs? Shouldn’t kidnapping be a bit beneath them? She has to regard these things philosophically, he tries to comfort her. She knows what they say: Another day, another, Drasskoobelnik. Wardog, she replies. Drop dead.


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Judgement Day
The Sidewinder travels through time and space. Aboard, a fight is going on. They came at night. They were not human and they took him easily. They took him from the world had so recently re-acquired and transported him though space that is not space… towards an Earth that is no Earth… to save a woman he would very much like to kill. He is mad as hell and he isn’t going to take it anymore.
Captain Britain lashes out against the many doppelgangers of Legion while the rest of the Special Executive looks on somewhat helplessly. Their leader, Wardog, turns to the team’s precog, Cobweb, asking why she didn’t warn them he was going to wake up and go berserk. No point, it would have happened anyway, she informs him nonchalantly. Wardog protests. But they might have…
Cobweb interrupts: … stopped it happening? Ridiculous, she announces, rolling her eyes. Wardog finishes his sentence a split-second after she did it for him and annoyed asks her to stop… Cobweb does it again … stop predicting what he is going to say? Wardog shouts out annoyed until Legion and Zeitgeist, who has joined the fray tell him to forget Cobweb and do something about the situation.
Cap asks what’s going on. He hits one of them and ten of them get nosebleeds What are you people? I’m not a people, stupid! all the versions of Legion reply. Frankly, he doesn’t give a damn, Cap shouts out and threatens to break one of their backs.
Suddenly, the fight leaves him and Cap just drops Legion on his head and sits down in confusion. Nice work, rent-a-crowd Wardog informs Legion sarcastically. He gets ready to read his crew the riot act when Zeitgeist asks whether he shouldn’t be talking to the Captain.
Wardog carefully approaches Cap, remarking that this must all seem terribly distressing. Cap doesn’t appreciate the understatement, as he sarcastically asks if Wardog is serious. They scramble his brains, they kidnap him, they ask him to be a defence witness for a woman who once left him to die. Distressing? What on Earth makes him think that?
Wardog tells him that he is taking this too personally. His group, the Special Executive, are mercenaries. They work for whoever pays best. They have worked for timetravellers, they have worked for sentient mould cultures and right now they work for Saturnyne. He leads Cap to a window and explains at she is on trial for something she didn’t do, namely causing the destruction of that alternate Earth, where she and Captain Britain met. He is her only witness. Looking out, Cap announces that he doesn’t care. It isn’t his problem…
They leave the ship that seems very, very tiny in comparison to the huge spaceport. Cap asks where they are and is told Earth. He moans, as he realizes that this is another parallel world. The very concept makes him queasy.
Wardog remarks that it’s universe lag. It affects all of them sooner or later. He will adjust. He introduces him to their dimensional-development-court-approved chaperones, two other Captains. Captain England of this Earth and Captain Albion, temporarily on loan from the Earth next door. They greet Captain Britain politely, while he just stares at them aghast. Wardog offers to explain, but Brian cuts him off, asking him to do it later.
Interlude:
Another universe, another planet called Earth. A place where reality has broken down into a sludge of bubbling nightmare. Only one of its countless inhabitants is still sane and that one is not human. It is called the Fury; half animal, half automaton. It kills superheroes. It was entrusted with the killing of Captain Britain… It is starting to suspect that it has failed. Certainly no trace of its prey remains in this universe. But what if he still survives on another plane? Why, then it must follow him. That is its program. Within its body, circuits re-align and cells blossom into nr organs. It is preparing itself for a journey. It never gives up.
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Meanwhile, Captain England leads Captain Britain to a cell and warns him not to start any  ‘monkey business’. Inside, he sees Saturnyne: filthy humiliated, and chained to the ground, kneeling in an undignified position. She snarls at him, asking if he isn’t going to laugh. Isn’t he pleased to see her like this? First, he is at a loss for words. Then he simply asked what happened.
She spits at him that he happened. The Fury happened. A reality storm happened. That whole damned retarded parallel Earth happened. Calmer, she continues that she was supposed to give that Earth the Push that would transform it into a properly civilized world. It was holding back the development of the other Earths. She was the Majestrix. She was regarded as a god. She failed. The dimensional development court doesn’t like their gods to fail them. How are things with him?
He is surviving, Cap replies, as he turns away. He tells her what has been eating at him, namely that she abandoned him and Jackdaw when that craziness started. Jackdaw died and he barely escaped with his life. Why…
Angrily, she cuts him off. Why should he bother to help her? Oh, all right, she supposes revenge is sweet. She shouts at him to get out and let the Special Executive take him home. It was a stupid idea anyway, clinging to him as her last hope with her Avant Guard barred from testifying. She repeatedly shouts at him to get out. He is loving every minute of this, isn’t he?
Bending down to her, he informs her that she is selfish, callous and conceited, but no, he is not enjoying seeing her like this. He thought he would. He was wrong. He continues that, whatever else she has done, she wasn’t to blame for what happened on that nightmare alternate Earth. He knows, for he has met the mutant superbrain that was responsible. If she likes he will say that at her trial. Saturnyne is surprised  at this tenderness. Captain England joins them at this moment, telling them visiting time is up. Captain Britain says goodbye and Saturnyne thanks him.
Later in court:
The court is a huge stadium, filled with sentient beings of all species imaginable. Saturnyne is in handcuffs, surrounded by the two Captains. Behind her, Captain Britain and the Special Executive are seated. The crowd is asked to rise as the Supreme Omniversal Tribune is now in session. His Whyness, Lord Mandragon, is presiding. Brian recognizes the title and asks and Wardog informs him that he is right. Mandragon is Saturnyne’s successor to the imperial throne, should she be deposed. He also happens to be the judge at her trial. Does he see the problem?
Mandragon asks for silence and announces that, before they come to the trial, there is a more pressing matter to be dealt with, namely the fate of the alternate world which slid into chaos through Saturnyne’s negligence. His scientific advisors have informed him that the breakdown of reality is rapidly spreading to other worlds in its continuum. Soon, the entire universe will be contaminated. Unchecked, the blight may spread to other universes. It is within his power in certain extreme circumstances to have a universe ‘removed’, should its existence threaten the omniverse. This…
A faceless creature interrupts him; it is Saturnyne’s defense counsel, the Lord Chancellor. He protests that this universe may be the only source of material evidence with which to establish his client’s innocence…
Over their discussion Captain Britain blurts out whether they are insane. Destroy an entire universe?! Mandragon asks for order, telling the defence witness to be silent or be removed. As for the Lord Chancellor, he refers him to clause723-801-(d) of the omniversal writ, in short, objection overruled.
He turns to a desk with several crystal keys and turns one. A chain reaction commence and a stricken universe is placed forever beyond suffering. The Lord Chancellor is horrified at the death of all those lifeforms. Mandragon reminds him that their demise would have been far more horrible and prolonged had the reality cancer been allowed to spread. He should not worry about those that have perished, but simply be glad that none have escaped.
Elsewhere, the Fury floats through space that is not space. It seeks a man that it has already killed. It never gives up.