02/12/2022 02:13 PM  A Mother's Love drabble Earth 12177  Twenty five years ago The Spector household   Eleanor Spector paced in her apartment. Young Marc slept soundly in preparation for school tomorrow. She always had an intuition about things. Her son's internal and external struggles. The state of their crumbling city and country. Maybe even the world. It wasn't a gift or ability, it was an understanding. This understanding brought her to seek protection. Not for herself, her sickness was far too far gone. But Marc could still be saved.   "You have searched, now, you have found. Speak." Khonshu appeared. "My child needs protection, Great Khonshu." Eleanor barely held her nerve. "Has the boy no father? My protection comes with a price, with tribute." "Even if he did, it wouldn't be enough for where this world is headed." There was a brief but very present pause, as if the god was giving her a moment. "Give me seven days, the sacrifice will be ready..." The hands supporting her shook. "My boy needs more than I can give, and my time is short." If she knew what would come in his adult years. The places he would go, the pain he'd endure. Was a life of servitude, salvation? Or would he had been better off withering away with the rest of the planet? As moot as cursing at the moon now. When the time came, Marc would be trained, ordained, and transcended. Khonshu's will, be done. 1 Comments

02/07/2022 07:11 PM  An introduction via scene "Figures right," he scoffed. "What figures?" Dr. Lupo inquired, no chance he was going to let that lay. "Doesn't matter the reality, I'm still in therapy..." Marc sighed, adjusting his mask.  "Ah yes, this again. You're 'not from this universe'." The shrink using Marc's exact words, almost against him. "Yes." He growled only slightly through a clenched jaw. Tired of the dismissive disbelief, but also understanding why it was there to begin with. "(You're wasting your time, his d*ck head can barely tie his tie, let alone wrap his head around this sh*t show.)" Lockley manifested just behind the doctor, giving his moose antlers with his hands. "(Dudes a dud, let's bounce.)"  "Tell me again Marc, I want to make sure I have it straight." Lupo readied his pen, a brow raised in anticipation. Even with his mask, Marc was sure his eye roll was evident. He was checking for inconsistancies, there were never any. "Where I'm from, Roxxon took over, a hostile one as you can imagine." Marc started. "The gas company..." "Yes..." he took a moment to breathe. "They pretty much turned America into their playground." He was already back there, the burning skyscrapers, the constant fighting. Avengers either locked up or dead. The worst of them remained, so small they weren't deemed worthy of killing or wrongful incarceration. So he decided to be the best of them, to make himself big. As big as the crazy homeless man with a vendetta could be. His entire operation maintained in the very gutter of the city he was trying to save. His cape torn from the white flag that flew over Avengers Tower. Efforts though valiant, fell vain. In the fever pitch of insanity, Roxxon went for the ultimate power grab. The Moon. "They thought, if they controlled The Moon, the earth it orbited would surely follow." "Uh huh..." "I died trying to stop them and when I woke up I was...here..." he lingered on his failure, as he always did. Lupo rubbed his forehead, a tick that told Marc he was upset. The hand gestures of the pen told the man in white he was writing 'consistant dillusional narrative'. "You know what, I'm out." Marc got up and grabbed his jacket, tossing it on in one fluid motion. "(You never drop the heavy stuff on them first Marc, you'd know that if you were a businessman.)" Grant appeared by the doorway shaking his head. "But I'm not I'm just some psycho with two jackasses in my head." He replied outloud before slamming the door. 0 Comments

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