Restored to full strength and beyond, Qimos moved across Crescent Valley with steps as long as city blocks. His stringy digits lashed at the masonry, tearing through the face of buildings. The void’s chill radiated from him, frosting the windows, and biting the unfortunates who landed in his path.
From his renewed proboscis he spat needles like iron girders. They shot into the street, and turned up the pavement. Pitiful creatures ran outside to avoid the collapse of their refuges, and those on the street fled for cover. Nowhere was safe!
“Take him from all sides!” Blue Fang barked through the comms.
The familiars charged from every corner of the intersection, running and scuttling, and pounced. Yellow Beetle charged at the feet, Blue Wolf the legs, Pink Spider latched to its back, and Green Mountain Lion struck from head on. Their combined force was sure to bring the enemy down, if only they could only land a blow.
Qimos sprang into the air, leaving the machines victim to their own momentum. They crashed onto asphalt and tore up the streets. It hardly seemed worth the effort destroying the city when Fang Force was doing it for him! Continue reading “Fang Force #35 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 5)”
Uncertainty permeated the streets of Oldtown Junction. Friends, family and loved ones stood transformed from flesh into stone. Were they really gone, or was there still some trace of humanity tucked away beneath? With strange things always happening around them it was difficult to say.
Volunteers wrapped the statues in padding and loaded them onto trucks. Bystanders watched from the barricade, crying when someone they knew was carried away. It was like losing them all over again.
“It’s not safe for them here,” the officials told them. They weren’t game to dash their hopes, no matter how unlikely a restoration seemed.
On an already dark day, Qimos returned to wreak more havoc. He was not alone, and led a horde of freaklings through the populace. The creatures spread in a devastating circle, prompting screams from the humans as they ran.
For a being born in the land of nightmares, there was no sweeter melody.
“Flee if you must, but it will do you no good,” Qimos mused. “When the floodgates open, and the Abyssal Realm swarms your Earth, your lives will be ours to toy with!”
None stopped to listen, but it mattered little. Continue reading “Fang Force #34 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 4)”
For once in his unnatural life, Lord Nihilex was in a bright mood; as bright as a cave-dwelling void being was capable, anyhow. On squat legs he bounded the steps leading to the throne and pumped his fists high.
“Red Fang has fallen!” he decreed. “Without leadership, Fang Force is sure to crumble!”
The freaklings crashed into each other, agitated and excited, and echoed with a high, squeaking groan that in some reality passed for cheering.
Among the throng was Qimos, the bipedal mosquito and hero of the hour. Somewhere under the depressed needle hanging over his face was a smile. Minute as his mouth was it stretched to its limits, and if seen would have shone with sickly blue cheeks.
“You’ve done us proud, Qimos,” Lord Nihilex continued. “Of all the generals under my rule you have been the most effective; more effective, even, than my pitiful excuse for a step-son – Fantom!”
Qimos hesitated, unsure of what to make of the comparison. Best not to question it, he thought; best to fall before his master and give him the reverence he deserved. Continue reading “Fang Force #33 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 3)”
Oldtown Junction came with a lot of memories. Just a few short years ago, Lindsay was a senior, wandering the markets after school. Some of her fondest memories included standing at the ice cream stall with her friends, and taking a little too long sampling the flavors.
It was on the faces of statues that the spirit of those memories twisted to horror. What manner of monster would do such a thing? And to leave a wanting child without a mother.
Lindsay summoned her bravest smile and offered the little boy her hand. “Let me take you somewhere safe,” she said. “Then we’re going to do everything we can to fix your mom. Okay?”
He wiped the snot from under his nose, but appeared no less confused. “But… but she’s a statue!”
“Then we’ll un-statue-fy her,” she said.
It took all she had not to betray her assuredness. What right did she have to make that kind of promise? Perhaps she wasn’t ready to let go of hope. So, Lindsay decided, she would do everything she could. It wouldn’t do for a kid to suffer for her optimism. Continue reading “Fang Force #32 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 2)”
It started with a rumble. Was she hearing things? Lindsay stopped, fresh from saying goodbye to another tour group, and listened. The tiles rattled a second time, and for a while all was quiet. She might have thought it a monster, but the bell tower always rang when evil reared its head. This, she decided, was something else.
The young woman followed the sound between beats. It was coming from inside the castle. She entered the staircase leading to the basement and followed it to the end. The ground rumbled again, louder this time. She was getting close.
Rarely did she have a need to enter the basement. While tour goers believed there were dungeons or catacombs, in truth there was only a storage area for props and cleaning supplies. Lindsay brushed an effigy of the Great Vampire King to one side – a relic from Halloweens past – and came to the source of the noise.
The vampire dripped with sweat, and let the weights in his arms drop to the floor. It struck with a boom, the likes of which shook the walls. Luther brushed the soggy blond strands from his face.
“Looks like you caught me,” he said. Continue reading “Fang Force #31 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 1)”