|Thursday, Oct. 2
It had been a few months after the nightmarish
incidents of rebuilding Roostville and the murder of Desutoroia. His lonely
wife was living peacefully at home in Desu Mansion, rarely going out or
doing anything when one day, a most unlikely visitor came calling.
"Hold on a minute," she called. "I'm
coming, I'm coming." She rushed down the stairs to find Desutoroia's brother,
Bill (his real name being William) standing on the door step.
"I heard what happened to my brother,"
he said. "I'm sorry that I couldn't have made it here sooner..." She invited
Friday, Oct. 3
wife had bought a new mattress and Bill and some chivalrous men
were helping get it into the house. "We're not going to get it in," one
of them insisted.
"Tip it! Tip it!" said the other.
"Wait! Wait! Watch the paint work!"
"Look, do you want it in or not?" the
"Just take it slowly," Bill said calmly.
The Princess of Space watched them struggle with their heavy, bulky burden,
her face mostly devoid of expression at the exchange. She was still holding
so many feelings deep inside. The three sweating men had the mattress wedged
in the door.
"Alright," Bill figured. "Let's give
it another try." One of the guys asked Princess if she had any beer.
"There's some in the fridge," she replied.
No one moved to get it and she certainly had no intention of being their
hostess. She waited at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'll get it," Bill offered. "I've got
nothing better to do." He disappeared into the kitchen and Princess headed
upstairs, watched appreciatively by the two men in the doorway. One whispered
to the other who laughed. She glanced back at them as the lecher licked
his lips and continued climbing. Bill returned with the beer and they got
back to work.
Upstairs, she enters one of the dark
old rooms with rotten boards at the end of the hall and takes a photograph
of Desutoroia in her hand. Memories and flashbacks of the good times they
had together at Rodan2000's Jalepino Club came back to her. Below, the
men continued to struggle with the mattress, trying to get it up the stairs.
"Have you got it?" one asked.
"I've got it! I told you!" the other
"Wait! Wait!" Bill shouted at them.
"Slowly, will you? Slowly!" They had it moved across the hall to the bottom
of the stairs. All three were weary and exhausted by now and getting careless.
As they inched up the stairs, Bill's hand was moving closer and closer
towards a nail protruding from the bannister. "Will you take the weight
while I take a step up?" he asked. "Dammit, take the...." The side of his
hand got impaled by the nail. The weight of the mattress, which he cannot
relinquish, drives it deeper and gouges a long cut from the ball of his
thumb to his wrist. Blood spills out. "Christ! Christ! Christ! Ah, shit!"
"Eh, what's the problem?"
"My hand! You idiots!" Bill is staring
at his bleeding hand and the sight of his own blood is making him sick
and faint. "Oh Christ! Oh... Christ!" He heads up the stairs, groggier
by the moment. Princess hears him call out and turns from her silent communion
with the room. Bill steps in, blood pouring from his right hand.
"What happened?" she asks.
"I cut myself... You used to be a nurse
or doctor, right?" The blood has started to drip, unnoticed by either of
them onto the bare boards. Bill looks very sick, his face clammy with sweat.
Princess stares at him without a trace of feeling.
"Is it deep?"
"I haven't looked," Bill replies. "You
know me and blood..." He leans against a wall and looks away as she unglues
one hand from the other to examine the wound. The blood comes faster, hitting
the floor between them.
"I think this is going to need stitches,"
she tells him.
"I think I'm gonna throw up..."
"Trust me," she smiles. "You won't."
Blood from Bill's hand continues to hit the floor as she helps him down
the stairs and takes him to the Roostville Regional Hospital for treatment.
Back at Desu Mansion, the blood on the
floor begins to disappear as if being absorbed. A strange ooze begins to
seep up and the floor boards begin rattling. There's something under the
Later that evening,
Princess was hosting a party. Bill was soon entertaining the gathering
with the account of his accident. Other guests included Morgoth, Roostville's
former Mayor; the recently elected Gamingboy; Bruce Parker, who had challenged
the city to a duel and Rodan2000, owner of the Jalepino Club. The wise
Raptor, Melkor, Vice-Mayor Ubergeek, Spawn of Kenny, Doug Wood, Miki Saegusa
and GAMZILLA (who had been released from the Roostville Mental Institution
the week before) were also in attendance. Nearly everyone except Princess
was pretty much drunk that night but Bill still managed to amuse them.
"Would you excuse
me?" she said. "I am going to bed."
Melkor, who was
also quite sober, looked at her and asked, "Are you okay?" She nodded and
headed upstairs as muted laughter wafted up from below. On the floor above,
she heard something move. She stopped, rather puzzled before starting up
the second flight of stairs toward the old empty room at the top.
As she steps inside,
the sound of laughter is considerably dimmed and barely audible. But there
is another sound, a shifting in the corner of the room. She reaches for
the light switch and turns it on but the bulb's burned out. She stares
around the room, trying to make sense of the shadows. Nervously, she approaches
the wall where four streaks of light from the window fall. On the far side
of the room, there is a movement in the shadows. Princess almost retreats
but she keeps staring into the murk as SOMETHING - the remnants of a human
form made of twisted, blistered strands of flesh, raises its head. It is
squatting against the wall, unable to lift itself into a standing position.
Its eyes, however, have life in them. And hunger.
The creature calls
out in a pained whisper. "Princess..."
"Oh MY GOD!!"
"Don't look at
"Who... Who are
"I said... Don't
look at me..." She turns away. "Help me!"
"Tell me who you
Her face registers horror and disbelief.
"NO! God NO!"
"Believe me. It's
me. It's really me."
"His blood on
the floor brought me back."
"Back from where?
"Just help me.
Please, God, help me!" Someone is heading up the stairs. "Somebody..."
"Ssh!" his wife
cautions. They can hear the opening of a door, presumably the bathroom.
"You can't let
me stay like this. Please. You can't..."
"What do you want
me to do..."
"The blood brought
me this far... I need more of the same. Or I'll slip back... You have to
Count Super Jet
Jaguar sensed something was up. An age old enemy of his was returning to
destroy the world. Only one other person knew about this and he was Desutoroia.
But Desutoroia was dead... Or was he?
"Hm, there is
always The Book of the Dead..."
Tying up loose ends:
At Mrs. Khandejifer's
party, Melkor got a call from Sheriff Varan. The Sheriff told him it was
important that he come to the Mod Station immediately. Melkor was in his
office within 15 minutes.
"So what's so
important that it couldn't wait, Sheriff?"
D.A. Now that GAMZILLA is out of the mental institution, he plans on taking
the Desutoroia murder case to court and get him sentenced to death."
"Shit, this is
bad! GAMZILLA was mentally insane at the time, Sheriff. But he's been cured
of those problems now." Varan gave Melkor a funny look.
you're wrong, ol' buddy ol' pal. Before the case was closed, there were
some loose ends... and some things that went unnoticed. Lots of things
which were confusing. But the truth behind it all never came out. Until
Melkor was fascinated.
"Explain." The Sheriff did.
became the prime suspect, in his confession he said that he killed Desutoroia
because he started the Anti-G.I.N.O. Campaign. And GAMZILLA admitted to
being a G.I.N.O. fan."
"Uh huh. And?"
was never a G.I.N.O. fan. He had been hypnotized by Hellspawn. Hellspawn
wanted Des dead from the start. Desu's will left his entire estate, the
Mansion - everything - to Hellspawn. It was fake and all a part of his
plans. He hypnotized GAMZ into killing Des and then brainwashed him to
cover his tracks."
"How did you figure
S.W.A.T. team retrieved some files and journals of Hellspawn's from his
secret lair in Desu Mansion. We also found blueprints and plans for other
stuff. You remember George Lucas and his mob? And Lucas claiming to be
Gamingboy's brother and it turned out that Lucas was actually Michael Eisner?
Yes, Eisner was one of Hellspawn's minions. A Cult Follower. His mission
was to eliminate Morgoth and Gamingboy from the Mayoral race." The Sheriff
paused for a moment.
"What else have you discovered?"
attack at Maser City. They were also under the influence of Hellspawn."
The expression on Melkor's face wasn't too happy.
"Is that all?"
"No. At Gamingboy's
HQ, while Doug Wood and Ubergeek were battling the Neo-Destroyer and Nightmare
Gamera in Monsterzeroville, Doug appeared there. But how could he be there
AND fighting in Monsterzeroville at the same time? We hadn't really noticed
this until it was too late but the Doug at GB HQ was a spy for Hellspawn."
"No, not really.
We're not entirely sure but we think that Lord Jimi had been possessed
by Hellspawn when he and his crew were trying to kill Gamingboy. Eisner
most likely came into the picture 'cause of Jimi's failure."
"What about Dr.
"Him? He was just
nutty from the start. But yes, most likely Phish was either working with
or for Hellspawn or he had been possessed or hypnotized, maybe even brainwashed."
They then returned to the discussion of GAMZILLA's upcoming murder trial.
at Desu Mansion after the party was over and all the guests were gone,
the door to the room where Desutoroia was hiding opened and Princess was
standing in the doorway.
Desu raised his
wretched hand and asked, "Well?" She stared at her surreal looking, skinless,
walking dead husband moving in the shadows and answered him.
Saturday, Oct. 4
awoke to find Bill watching boxing. He was one of those people who always
talks to the television, screaming to the warrior he wants to win in any
type of fighting style sport.
You can do it! Kick his ass, you little..." The fighter Bill was cheering
for was defeated. "Shit... Shit.. Shit..." Princess wasn't very amused
by boxing, a sport she didn't like. Bill turned to see her standing behind
You're awake. Here, let me get you some breakfast." While Bill was preparing
it, his older brother was lurking upstairs without any skin. Desutoroia
was angry that he was different from everyone else now and couldn't leave
his own house. The home he once loved was now nothing more than a prison
to him. In his anger, he pounded the wall with his fist a few times. Downstairs,
Bill barely heard it.
"What was that?
I'm gonna go look." He started towards the stairs.
"It was probably
nothing. A rat or something..."
there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm just going to check what that noise
was." She tried to convince him not to but Bill wouldn't listen and headed
upstairs. He entered the old room where Desutoroia had been lurking but
he was nowhere in sight. Bill could hear but not pinpoint the annoying
sound of rats.
"You were right.
Must of been a couple of rats or something," he advised Princess.
Melkor was lying
in bed, still asleep but dreaming. Nightmares and foreshadowed dark events,
darker than Hellspawn's Apocalypse unfolded before his mind's eye. He saw
Desutoroia. A crumbling Hellspawn. Desutoroia's wife. Sheriff Varan. The
presence of something so evil it made Hellspawn look like a good guy. Melkor
woke up in a sweat but what did this all mean?
down at the Mod Station, was looking through papers and blueprints from
Hellspawn's lair when he came across a letter addressed to Mr. and Mrs.
Desutoroia Khandejifer of Roostville. It was from Hellspawn, sent before
his arrival which said he was stopping by to see his old friend again.
Varan was overcome with a sick sensation and started to remember back to
the murder case. How innocent Hellspawn had appeared when in actuality,
he had been mixed up in twisted plots that would scar Roostville for all
He revealed his
true colors when he had Morgoth and Mrs. Desutoroia kidnapped and the Blood
Mass performed. Hellspawn was on the edge of consuming the entire universe
into the Apocalypse before Melkor (with help from Desutoroia's and GAMZILLA's
ghosts) overcame his black magic. The Sheriff remembered that afterwards,
Morgoth had said that when he was performing the Blood Mass, he could sense
an evil more hateful than Hellspawn. A third presence had been watching
over the ceremony that night. Varan wondered if it could have been the
devil himself or some demon from another plane of existence. Either way,
he was convinced he would never find the answer.
It may have been
months but all Varan could ever think of was what Hellspawn did and Desutoroia's
twisted murder, two cases he'd never forget. It was always on his mind,
affecting his work and even his social life. Varan's relationship with
Sheriff Manda from Megalon Town ended rather suddenly because of it.
He picked up a
photograph taken at the Jalepino Club. In it were Mr. and Mrs. Desutoroia,
her brother, the Prince of Space; Rodan2000, Godzilla Guy and Kiryu Goji.
I have saved you?" Varan wondered. "Why had it already been too late?"
He started to remember all the newspaper headlines about the murder case
and the Blood Mass. None of it was pretty. Never had anyone in Roostville
been murdered like Desutoroia was and never had so many citizens been lost
before. Sheriff Varan was losing hope and GAMZILLA's trial was approaching.
He began to think long and hard about ending it all.
Varan had the
gun up to his head. The effects of what Hellspawn had done were destroying
him. His legacy was ruining the Sheriff, tearing deep at his soul like
a wretched knife digging into his heart. Varan got ready to pull the trigger
when there was a knock at his office door. He hid the gun in the desk as
Raptor stepped in.
"You still letting
the past get to you?" she asked.
"No," Varan stuttered.
"You have to quit
dwelling on it! Forget about Hellspawn! Forget Desutoroia and just move
on. It's been months... I know what happened had a really bad impact on
our town but come on! You're dwelling too much on yesterday. Dwell on yesterday
and you have no today... no tomorrow." Varan just stared off into oblivion.
"Any ways," she added. "Here's some coffee." Raptor left to continue with
to really think about what she said and put a lot of thought into it. He
was letting Hellspawn get to him so much that he had pretty much forgotten
to live his own life. Never had he been like this before. He would soon
be unable to perform his duties in law enforcement if he kept this up.
Hellspawn's legacy was becoming way too much to handle. He got his gun
back out. He had nothing left to live for anymore and nothing left to lose.
The gun in his hand was a way out. The only way out. He just wanted to
escape from it all. He had the gun pointing directly at his temple, ready
to pull the trigger. The Sheriff threw the gun across the room. As much
as his life was being slowly torn apart, he wasn't going to end it so recklessly.
Varan sat back and took a sip of his coffee. Hellspawn, Desutoroia and
suicide still remained on his mind.
was alone at home. He had also been traumatized by the incident with Hellspawn
and had no idea how he would manage if he had actually cut out the heart
of Desutoroia's wife. The thought sickened him.
A man walked into
the room where he sat and handed him what looked to be a very large and
very old bible. But what Morgoth was holding was anything but the words
of God. It was Necromancer: The Book Of The Damned Dead. At long
last, it was once again with Morgoth.
his headquarters, couldn't care less about Desutoroia's murder and Hellspawn's
Apocalypse. He had no regrets or remorse. Just his usual self, convinced
that with a Plot Hole, he could fix anything. But Plot Holes couldn't make
people's feelings go away. Neither could Ignore Cannons. When asked how
he felt about the situation, his response would always be, "Desu who? Hellspawn
No one had a clue
what the robot, Jet Jaguar, had been thinking or feeling.
Melkor was standing
outside a tall building, surrounded by millions of passing people. In his
hand was a card with the address and a psychiatrist's name written on it.
He took a deep breath and went inside.
"So tell me, what
is it that you dreamt of, Dark Lord Melkor?" Galadriel, the psychiatrist
asked. Melkor was lying on a couch as she took notes.
"Well, I keep
having recurring dreams. I see all of my friends, burning in the flames
and I'm helpless to save them. I see Desutoroia and... Hellspawn..." Melkor
paused for a moment. "Last night I had a dream, or more of a nightmare.
Hellspawn was standing there, looking all dead like... skin hanging off
his face... blood everywhere. He's being engulfed in flames and his right
arm is reaching out to me and he says, 'I shall not be denied my destiny!'"
to write. "So, Melkor. Is this all?"
"No, Doc," he
replied. "The majority of my dreams concern one person... and that one
"And this person
would be?" Melkor hesitated for a moment.
"And what is she
doing in your dream?"
"I.. I see her
standing alone in a field of flowers, her face glowing in the sunlight..."
Melkor stopped. "So, Doc. What do you think?" he asked.
"I think I know
what's going on and have the answer for you, Mr. Melkor."
was sitting alone at the Evil Lair when someone approached her.
is no fun, is it?" She looked up to see one of Dr. Phish's crazy experiments,
a clone. This one had been cloned from the DNA of Phish and the Geekspawn
but he acted nothing like either of them. He had escaped from Phish's laboratory
and the Mods were searching for him. His picture had even been in the newspaper.
That's how she knew who he was. She also knew that with him being nothing
more than an experiment, no one would miss him. Except, maybe Phish...
"No, it isn't.
Care to join me?" she asked. He accepted the offer, of course.
Later at Desu
Mansion, they enter the big house. She becomes very nervous as they step
inside and she closes the door. The clone approaches her, the alcohol he
consumed earlier making him drunk and a bit clumsy. He kisses her but she
pushes him off. The clone's mood changes at being rejected.
"This is what
you brought me here for, isn't it?"
Khandejifer replies, "I suppose so... Yes."
"Well, then, what's
the problem? Let's get to it."
"No. Let's go
upstairs..." They do and she guides him down the hall.
"Is this your
"Do you care?"
"No, not much."
"Let's keep it
that way, shall we?"
"No personal details?"
The clone smiles as she opens the door but stops and stares into the bare,
"This isn't the
bedroom. What's going on?" he asks, nervous and anxious.
"We don't need
a bed, do we?" Princess smiles.
"I suppose not..."
"I prefer the
floor," she says. The clone is becoming aroused as she moves toward him
to remove his jacket. She then slips the knot of his tie. The clone takes
over undressing himself.
"You know, you're
a very beautiful woman."
"You know you
are. Loveliest woman I have ever seen." Mrs. Khandejifer smiles. The clone
stops unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh, Christ," he says. "Too much drink. Better
empty my bladder." She steps out of his way so he can cross to the door.
"I'll only be a moment." As he's moving to the door, Mrs. Khandejifer
removes a piece of cloth covering a hammer laying beside the wall. He grabs
the door handle and tries to turn it.
"It's stuck. Did
you lock it?" Just as he's about to turn around, he is struck in the back
of the head. The clone falls to the floor, unconscious but not dead. Princess
drops the hammer and stares down at the body. In the back corner of the
room, Desutoroia's shadowy form leans forward.
"Don't look at
me." She backs towards the door as the broken skeletal form crawls out
of the darkness to claim its sustenance. Mrs. Khandejifer looks down the
hall toward the landing, leaning against the wall. In the room, terrible
sounds of feeding can be heard. As she re-enters, Desutoroia retreats into
the shadows. There is a trail of blood leading off into the shadows. The
body itself is a grotesquely misshapen husk now; the muscle and fat withered,
the eyes sunk into the skull with lips drawn back to expose the gums. A
ghastly sight. Mrs. Khandejifer looks at Desutoroia as he stretches his
arm into a passage of light. His flesh glistens and pulses.
"See? It's making
me whole again. Every drop of blood you spill puts more flesh on my bones.
And we both want that, don't we?" She nods her answer. Suddenly, they hear
a sound coming from downstairs. The front door opened and Bill had returned.
Raptor sat at
her desk at the Mod Station. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the
legacy Hellspawn had left behind was effecting her just as it was Varan.
She just wasn't letting it bother her as much or let it get under her skin.
She definitely wasn't going to let it take control of her life.
Super Jet Jaguar
and Ubergeek were in one of the many caves on Mt. Rodan, the tallest mountain
on the land mass, across the great desert from Roostville. The Count had
sensed something evil in the area but no one would listen to him. Ubergeek
only came along because he also had felt it. They had blasted open an entrance
via one of the Count's Red Buttons. Inside, they discovered a green glowing
form of energy that was the source of the evil negativity. But what was
it actually? And where did it come from?
"God, no. Not
him!" SJJ said with fear in his eyes. "UBERGEEK, GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!"
The green ooze started to surround the Geekspawn, turning him pure evil.
The Count quickly flew to nearby Rodanville, only to find almost everyone
possessed by the evil entity.
"Why now? Why?
The time has come and only I can stop this. But I must become Afiag again.
My true self, the lord of all Vampires. DAMN YOU, BLUE DEVIL!!" The ooze
was starting to spread and Uber had gone on a rampage, destroying what
ever got in his way.
Sheriff Varan's Departure
was standing outside a playground, watching young children and their parents,
playing happily. They were so innocent. He drew his gun and fired. A mother
jumped to protect her child but the bullet pierced through them both, killing
"What?! What have
I done!" Varan shouted, then fled the scene as fast as he could. He took
to the alleyways, knowing he'd soon have the Mods on his tail. In all the
confusion, Varan returned to his house to get something.
Lord Jimi and
his crew (Sandworm Phish and the ones who tried to assassinate Gamingboy
so many times) were partying in his lounge. Jimi went into the bathroom,
splashed some water on his face and gazed into the mirror before him.
"What the Hell
is going on now?" he shouted out loud as the images in the reflection behind
him began to change into the remnants of some dark and vile place. "What
deviltry is this?!"
A voice then called
out. "You belong to me now, Lord Jimi..." His eyes started glowing a dark
green as an evil presence possessed his body. He was now under the influence
of some strange force from beyond.
As Varan arrived
at his house, he could hear Jimi's party two houses away. The noise was
bothering him badly as he entered. Luckily, no one had seen him. Varan
was surprised to see Sheriff Manda sitting in his den, waiting for him.
"Varan... We have
got to talk. You've been ignoring all my calls. You really need to see
a doctor about your problems..."
"I'm doin' fine..."
he said with a pissed off and kind of nervous attitude.
BANG! BANG! Gun
shots rang out, penetrating the window and going straight through Manda's
"NO!" Varan cried
out as she dropped dead on the floor. He turned to see Lord Jimi outside
his window, eyes glowing a dark greenish color and holding a revolver in
his hand. "Jimi? You maniac," he shouted. "How.. how could...." Varan ran
out of his house and started chasing the fleeing Jimi, shooting as he ran.
With all this stress, he was getting sloppy and missed. Jimi escaped and
Varan was standing there, alone in the middle of the road. Soon, Mod cruisers
arrived and the officers got out their rifles and shotguns and aimed at
"Drop the gun
and put your hands up!" someone shouted through a megaphone.
Varan just walked
around in circles, shouting and cursing at them. "Back off," he screamed.
"I have nothing left to lose... Nothing left in life to live for. I'll
One of the Mods
slowly approached him. "Please, sir, just drop the gun and it'll be okay..."
Varan shot him.
Forgive me," he whispered. The Sheriff put the gun to his head and fired.
In an instant, the good ol' Sheriff had killed himself, dropping dead to
the ground. The legacy that Hellspawn had left behind was too much for
one man to handle.
CHAPTER 2: Ubergeek,
Count Super Jet Jaguar and Melkor