Fang Force underestimated Chorack, just as the insect anticipated. It was a mistake made by most foes, and some allies – including Lord Nihilex – but he would show them; he would show them at all!
It wasn’t until Chorack moved in for the final blow that they ever realized their folly. What they judged as weak, pathetic, and utterly disposable proved their destruction. Chorack would have giggled if he didn’t reveal himself in the process.
With duplicates hidden around the castle, the insectoid creature was in an ideal position to strike. One in particular skulked the hall along the path of the hard-faced vampire clad in blue. ‘Cass’, they called him; an average name for a truly average individual.
I’ve seen paint drying with more charisma than this guy, Chorack thought. I bet he thinks mayonnaise is too spicy!
Though unaware of the roach’s presence, the vampire was still perturbed. He leaned against the wall, sniffed, and stared through a stained glass window. Was he upset? It didn’t appear so; or perhaps he had a cold. No matter. His standing there made for a ripe target, or would have if another, more flamboyant vampire hadn’t intercepted him. Continue reading “Fang Force #21 – “All Hail: The Fang Empress Realized” (Part 3)”
Little did Fang Force realize that their foe, Chorack, survived the attack; or at least a version of him did. The humanoid vermin skulked in concealment and followed the five as they returned to the castle. He watched from around the corner as the vampires and their leader pressed through the side entrance.
“Now that they think me vanquished they’ll let their guard down,” he said. “That’s when I’ll strike! And when Fang Force falls, Lord Nihilex will elevate me to the right hand side of his throne!” The monster giggled as much as he hissed, and turned his attention back to the crew.
Drake buried his hands in his pockets and kicked the dirt.
“What’s the matter?” Lindsay asked.
He shrugged. “Nothing. It’s just- of all the monsters I’ve fought over the years, none have ever been so weak or pathetic.”
Chorack winced. What cruel words! Five on one he was at a disadvantage, and he’d thrown the battle on purpose; but harsh words still cut his exoskeleton. Didn’t they know not to speak ill of the vanquished? Continue reading “Fang Force #20 – “All Hail: The Fang Empress Realized” (Part 2)”
“Fang Force is at full strength,” Lord Nihilex lamented. “Even without the Great Vampire King, they are five united, and with their unstoppable familiar combat machines at the ready!”
His voice more than echoed in the dark; it was an extension of it, so that every word drilled into the ears of those who dwelled there. Not least of all was Fantom, his warrior step-son with a mask covering half his absent face.
“We’ve been cocky,” the younger monster mused. “It isn’t enough to simply throw our weight around, hoping for the best. Defeating Fang Force will require all our cunning.”
“Who asked you?” the shadow conqueror roared, and unleashed a wave of dark energy to plunge deep into his chest.
Such attacks were becoming customary, and left Fantom writhing. Some days he wondered why he spoke at all; but then he realised that to be silent was to give himself completely to his step-father’s wishes. His mother, Queen Lacuna, would have long age interjected were she awake to see such a display. Continue reading “Fang Force #19 – “All Hail: The Fang Empress Realized” (Part 1)”
In case you hadn’t guessed it, the last chapter of Fang Force – ‘A Bold New Direction’ – was a break from our traditional canon in the name of a very silly holiday.
Thanks so much to Sunflower of Ice of Technically Abroad for taking the time to put that together. The story tickled me to no end!
Also, feel free to check out my contribution to ATL: Takes From the Retrofuture, and while you’re there take a binge through the archives. You won’t regret it!
Love and laughs,
Sitting at the side of Queen Lacuna, Lord Nihilex hadn’t looked away from her sleeping form since his children left. Had he expected too much of them? Perhaps, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t allow Fantom to live after what he’d done, bringing the scion in without killing her. He thought his children could manage, but cursed himself at Fearus sobbed like a whimpering human.
Hours passed with his thoughts lingering between that of the children and the queen. Eventually something that would normally never be allowed happened; a freakling opened the door to the chamber. It was met with destruction so fast that it may not have noticed before falling into dust.
“You may enter, Wiseman,” Nihilex growled, “but keep quiet. Should you disturb her rest you will meet the same fate as the messenger.” Continue reading “Fang Force #18.5 – “A Bold New Direction” (April Fools!)”
As you know the world has been a bit crazy lately, and while I’m safe and healthy, circumstances are causing a slight delay on the release of Fang Force.
But fret not! New issue is nearly done, and will be released in the next few days. Be sure to watch your feed for upcoming superhero goodness.
Love and laughs,
When Feareus and Vultera returned to their underground home it was not with their heads held high, nor was it with the expectation that they would walk away in good health. They marched like prisoners to the gallows to the steps of their father’s throne, where Lord Nihilex sat spread legged, chin resting in his palm, tapping an impatient finger.
The two bowed until their noses kissed bedrock, and trembled. Punishment was coming, they knew it. Brother and sister shrunk as much as they could, as to invite the pain would end the ordeal sooner.
Lord Nihilex hummed. “You had victory in the palm of your hand,” he said. “All you had to do was still your tongues long enough for Fang Force to eat itself, and now look!”
To one side stood his mage, a skeleton shrouded in rags, combing his hands over a crystal ball. Through it projected the image of Fang Force in technicolor, tearing through the shadow conquerors unliving army like so many toy soldiers. Continue reading “Fang Force #18 – “Bitter Return: A Fang Force Divided” (Part 6)”
Sacrificing their mortal forms in the name of justice, the familiars of Fang Force transformed into the greatest living weapons the world had ever seen. Once lost to the ages, their return should have been cause for celebration. However, the five great machines – Red Bat, Blue Wolf, Yellow Beetle, Pink Spider and Green Mountain Lion – had come as enemies, set to destroy the former home of the Great Vampire King.
Lindsay watched, helpless and in awe, as the first of the constructs came down on the castle bricks. Claws like steel collided with the walls, only to bounce back, repelled in equal force by an incandescent purple barrier.
“The old Master’s protection spell is as strong as ever,” Luther said, “but it won’t last very long!”
“Then we end this before it goes any further,” Cassius added with grim determination.
Lindsay locked her gaze on Vincent and Drake, whose victory seemed assured. Not until the final blow, she decided, and removed the crucifone from her jacket.
“With me, boys,” she said. Continue reading “Fang Force #17 – “Bitter Return: A Fang Force Divided” (Part 5)”
Fantom hobbled through the passages, a shell of his former self. What a fool he’d been. Had he not been so prideful, he’d have known to assuage his step-father’s anger. Instead he provoked the beast, and in doing so accepted a wealth of pain that left him debilitated. Such was the cost of his hubris, to which he could blame nobody else.
It would be some time before he healed enough to face Fang Force again on equal terms; if, by that time, there was still a Fang Force to battle.
He limped into an antechamber, where laid across a pair of long beds were the two vampires staring at an hourglass. The grains sifted through the funnel at a snail’s pace. Neither paid any mind to the stranger as he entered the room.
“You should have ended them when you had the chance,” Fantom said. Continue reading “Fang Force #16 – “Bitter Return: A Fang Force Divided” (Part 4)”
Hate, like love, burns hotter than any emotion. To hold it in your heart is to capture the essence of life; to be inspired, and driven to new heights. All that divides them is a thin wall through which a tonic of bitterness might send one falling.
Moments before, Blue Fang might have claimed to love his counterparts in pink and green. Yet they fought with wild abandon, as though to allow the other freedom was the greatest of sins.
They danced up and down the steps of City Hall. Cheers rose up from the rabble of freaklings all around. Though the warring vampires could hardly hear their screeching; not with the drum beat of their fury pounding inside their ears.
Blue Fang charged low to take his opponents off their feet, but they were swift and evaded him. The knowledge of centuries granted them insight over the other, drawing them into a cycle of counter-movements without end. Ultimately it would become a battle of endurance, in which two were more than a match for one.
Luther stood on the sideline, caught between combat, his feelings, and Lindsay. Why did they have to fight? But fighting was inevitable, and without his help Cassius would fall.
The straw haired vampire frowned at Lindsay. “I’m sorry.” Continue reading “Fang Force #15 – “Bitter Return: A Fang Force Divided” (Part 3)”