Plotting Against the End of the World
March 24, 2014
Jack and his dwindling team had learned that the Xemmoni of Boston included enough Nexus to have their cell phones tapped and Bruin led a large group of Caradon on a wild chase through the streets of Boston after Phillip had phoned them for help. Once they had reached the outskirts of suburbia, the Xemmoni had backed off.
Then knew between than to follow Jack into the forests.
An hour later the four Stalwarts had retreated into a dingy Howard Johnsons hotel room and discussed their plight over a quickly disappearing case of Harpoon Ale. Bruin stood by the window and refused to remove his bloody hockey mask. Lanna stretched on the bed, looking more ready for a porno to begin than talking about what could be the end for all of them, if not all existence as they knew it. Phillip stayed slumped over in the room’s one chair, while Jack paced the floor, like he would get a prize if he walked eighty new miles into the carpet.
They had just finished discussing what had occurred to each of their teams. The only real good news that been that Bruin and Lanna’s assault had gone off without much problem, but that had been because almost every Xemmoni in Boston had reinforced Vile Darken when he killed Felix and Cleo.
Once they were done, Lanna moved her slim legs over the bed and asked, “So is it too late to switch sides?”
Jack eyed her for a moment and said, “At this point, I don’t think even that’s an opinion for us.”
“Then what opinions do we have?” Phillip asked. “I like to consider myself a man of action and a bit of a problem solver, but the appearance of Vile Darken being backed up by at least two hundred Xemmoni leaves me… well, I got nothing.”
“But it still comes back to—what else can we do?” Jack began. “If what we suspect is true and Vile is going to erase the existence of half the heroes fighting him across the Multiverse, not only might we just cease to exist, at any minute, but it will probably cost us the war on every planet out there.”
“So you guys gonna think up a plan or just belly ache all night?” Bruin asked.
It was Jack turn to growl, and for a moment, he stopped pacing. “The obvious answer is to set a trap, but I’m worried that we have the strength to take out Vile Darken at all, let alone him and two hundred minions.”
Lanna broke eye contact and lay back on the bed. “Oh… like they won’t be expecting that at all. I think it might be time to visit my mom in Cleveland. Ugg, I never thought I’d try to go to Cleveland, much less that it could be an improvement.”
Phillip spoke up. “Let’s think about this scroll, this process Vile is going to attempt for a moment. He’s trying to open up a portal or a means to touch every planet in the Multi-Verse at once, right?”
“So this leaves me thinking about two things. One, he will be distracted to say the least. Two, this will leave him vulnerable.”
“Maybe we could just give him a little shove and push him into a different world,’ Lanna said.
“I’d feel sorry for whatever world might get stuck with two of them,” Bruin grunted.
“Wait,” Jack said. “Maybe Lanna’s idea along with Phillip’s is on the right track.”
“I was joking,” she said.
“No,” Phillip said. “Jack’s right. If he did open some kind of portal we might be able to toss him through.”
“I see a few things wrong with this plan,” Bruin said. “First off, your timing would have to be perfect and if you were late, you’d dissipate before you had a chance to pull it off. And the obvious, he’ll be surrounded by hundreds of freaks and the whole we don’t know where this is happening, thing.”
Jack and Phillip eyed each other. “We might know,” they said at the same time.
Bruin pushed away from the wall. “Well since you’re the ones at risk, I say go for it. I’ll even help just so I can say I was there. Hell, you only live once.”
To be continued next Monday