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Its Better to Light a Candle
Nov 16th, 2019 at 2:04pm
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14 people were killed, mutilated and drained of fat.   FBI investigators couldn't fine any motive or connections between the victims. 

Looking for travel paths also proved fruitless.   They were stumped.

The only thing that could be agreed on, was that this was a meta human doing the killing.

The fourteenth victim was a new superhero called Lazerman.    He had an array of light based powers.   They had no choice but to call in a meta to catch a meta.

Skip Tracer was given a tough task. Nine of the bodies couldn't even be identified due to the nature of the mutilations. 

Haywire was also hired on as muscle, as it was almost a guarantee that back up was needed.

They were flown to Chicago to check out the latest crime scene.  Skip found small traces of tissue on a wall.   Haywire saw a bum looking at the apartment.

Haywire, being distraught over the events near Iceland, went outside.   The bum continued to stare at the apartment.

Haywire confronted the bum and he started yelling.   Haywire, thinking the bum was the killer, tried to apprehend him.  He resisted.  A wrestling match ensued.   Both were meta strong, but Haywire was stronger.  Skip, arriving on the scene, gun drawn, fired into the Bum's leg.   The bum laughed it off and said, " good job, now lets solve these murders."   

He said that this is how Team Ups always start, with the heroes fighting over a misunderstanding.  Skip saw that his intentions, while confusing, were honest.

They went to clean the bum up, got a room and went over documents.  The bum clearly new more than he let on.   

He said he was Frank Cannon,  or Captain Strength, or Captain Warlock or Captain Omega.  It wasn't entirely certain if the bum even knew who he was exactly.    What was sure was that he was racking up a huge bar tab.

While going over the new found data, the bum passed out.   Haywire and Skip saw the bum shoot up out of bed, eyes glowing.  He said, " I must protect the next victim."   He then phased through  the wall and flew off.   

Haywire jumped out  the window,  increasing Skip's hotel bill as windows are not cheap, and grabbed the flying Bum.

They landed somewhere in southern Utah, in a quaint neighborhood.    The bum waved his hand and a portal opened.   They went through to a bar.   The bar window read, " The Black Mask."

Tending bar was the sexiest red head Haywire ever saw.  Omega said, " Bethel, you are in danger."   The bartender looked frightened and disappeared.   

The bum reverted back to normal, or normal as established by the first encounter and started yelling for drinks.   

The bar patrons were not to happy to see the bartended vaguely threatened and leave.  A few made their displeasure noted.

In walked a few more patrons and the bum attacked immedialty, he screamed, " You killed my friend!"   One of the new bar patrons, a nine foot tall biker looking guy screamed, "aw shit."  broke a bottle.

The other, a large feline looking guy with one large sabre tooth, leapt to action.


The bum just exploded.   Boom.   He destroyed the bar,  knocked Haywire over,  and took out the large biker guy.   He then flew over and tacked the Tiger Guy.    Haywire got up and ran outside to see what he could do.   

He looked around and saw that they were inside a mall.   He grabbed the bum and leapt up and smashed into the ceiling.  He kept burrowing up. The bum was yelling, "let me get his other tooth, you bastard."

From below, a darkness spread.  They heard voices.  People were panicking. 

"He is moving!"


Next, from below, on the ground floor under Haywire and the bum,  it was pitch black.

"You made her leave."  Was all they heard.

"We were protecting her.  Someone wants to kill her."  Haywire said.  He had no reason to muffle the bum, as he couldn't speak.  The tiger guy had torn  the bums face open.  One eye was destroyed, the other hanging by the nerves.   The nose was just gone, and the tongue was limping, uselessly, from a gaping, bleeding mouth.

"You helped her?  You are protecting her?"  The voice in the dark asked.

"Yes"  Haywire said, covered in bum blood.

"Ok, mon. I will not kill you."    The darkness recessed.

Haywire burrowed up to the surface.

Not knowing what to do, they stayed with local police.   Skip arrived a few hours later.    They worked with the authorities until one of the cops,  Randy Ragusa, admitted to knowing not only Beth Angel, but where she lived.  They drove off to her house, hoping she was not the latest victim.

On the way,  Skip saw that Randy was about to hit a dog, grabbed the wheel and avoided it.   They pulled up on Beth's lawn and ran to the door.

She was alive. 

But Randy wasn't.

The dog was slurping the fat out of the police officer's body via a long tongue.  The dog was morphing into  grotesque  human shape with wings.

It slurred, "Butcher, baker, candlestick maker" and attacked.  It pushed Haywire and the bum away and slashed Beth in the throat so hard her head was severed from her body.

At this Haywire went berserk!

He blasted the Candelstick maker across the lawn with a volley of power blasts.

Skip fired called shots at the fifteen candles growing on it's head, blowing them off five at a time.   The bum also joined in with multiple power blast.   

The demon waved its six fingered left hand, and the bum flinched.  It slured, "This is the end times.  It all ends soon..."

Haywire "hulked smashed" the demon. He grabbed it by the ankle and smashed him repeatedly on the ground.  Skip took out five more candles.   The bum blasted it over and over.

It refused to stop.  It attacked again, and again the heroes responded.   Haywire bashed into a neighbor's car,  the bum pulled it out and Skip shot the remaining candles out.

Then it shone a green light on Haywire and he fell stunned.  And it flexed.  The candles begain to regrow. 

The Bum then took out a pair of nunchucks he always carried and beat it across the lawn into  Beth's pink convertible.   Skip shot him center mass, and Haywire blasted it again. 

The bum, started shaking violently and jumped at the demon, exploding it from the inside, sending fat, and grease all over the house, lawn and Haywire.

The case was solved as this being, the Candlemaker, was killing people, stealing their memories and powers.   Who and what he was, only the bum seemed to know.   And who was the bum?  Who knows, he took off while the police arrived.


The municipal construction workers are already on the job repairing the huge whole in the street.   It seems no one remembers any of the details about said hole  but everyone vividly recalls how it broke a sewer main and it smelled....
  

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Re: Its Better to Light a Candle
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