Road to Recovery is CANCELLED!!!
Chapter Five-
Helena looked around the corner. After a quick glance, she dropped back down successivo to Revenge.
“Looks like an army out there.” she said.
“It is.” Revenge said, slipping on his mask and utility belt.
Helena looked at him strangely before sliding her mask on and grinning wickedly.
“Let’s do this.” Revenge said. “Take them down hard.”
“Yes, sir Captain.” agrifoglio replied bitterly.
Revenge shot her a look asking ‘What?’
agrifoglio shot him one back that detto ‘You know.’
Before the two could continue their silent conversation, Huntress interrupted.
“Something is happening.” she said.
Revenge shot agrifoglio a look that detto ‘We’ll talk about this later.’ and looked around the corner at what Huntress was pointing at.
A helicopter was landing, stirring up dust and small pieces of scrap wood and metal.
The helicopter landed and the propellers slowly came to a stop.
Soldiers lined up on either side of the door to the helicopter and saluted sharply as the door opened.
Joseph Stalin stepped out of the helicopter and onto American soil.
“Ah!” he said, taking a deep breath of American air. “The amaro smell of this foul country.”
“We’re in a warehouse, idiot.” Huntress muttered, but Revenge silenced her.
Stalin slowly walked through his ranks of soldiers as chalantly as possible. Two guards opened a door and Stalin walked through, the soldiers following.
“Now!” Revenge whispered.
The three teens darted across the open area where the chopper pilot was powering down.
Revenge opened up a panel in the bacheca and the three climbed in.
Revenge took the lead, navigating the air vents as if they were the back of his hand. The vents were rather large and the three teens didn’t even have to stoop. They continued to walk until Revenge stopped short. He looked through a vent into a room below.
It looked like the normal piles of giunca, spazzatura te would see in someone’s warehouse. However, Stalin pressed a button on a keyboard laying near the middle of the pile and the giunca, spazzatura slid aside to reveal a doorway.
“Now!” Revenge whispered.
Huntress busted out the vent cover, shocking the guards, Stalin, and giving Courage plenty of time to shoot toxic darts at the guards.
Revenge leaped down and ran after Stalin who was fleeing past the slowly closing doorway.
“Revenge!” Courage exclaimed, running towards the door.
It was too late. Revenge and Stalin were locked in.
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Revenge pursued the dictator, determined not to let him escape again. He followed Stalin through a few rooms and down several flights of stairs before the two stopped of shortness of breath.
“Freeze, Stalin!” Revenge yelled, pulling out a dagger.
“If te insist.” Stalin said, turning around and raising his hands in surrender.
Revenge’s quick reflexes failed him. It took him two long secondi to notice the remote in Stalin’s hand. da the time he saw it, a glass cage had locked him where he was.
“You filthy piece of-!” Revenge was cut short da gas filtering into the chamber. The Black Hero went for his re-breather, but dropped to the ground before he could place it in his mouth. Seemingly dead.
Stalin laughed.
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Huntress perched on the rooftop, looking down on the warehouse.
“Revenge, come in!” Courage detto behind her.
“Will te stop that?” Huntress asked, standing up. “You’ve been calling for fifteen minutes!”
“Well what do te suggest I do?” Courage asked, yanking her mask off infuriated.
“Shut up for one.” Huntress said. “Tall, dark, and handsome can take care of himself.”
“I swear if te flirt with my boyfriend again, I will rip your-”
“Shut it, plant-girl.” Huntress said.
“Look here.” agrifoglio said, grabbing Huntress and looking her in the eye. “I’ve had just about enough of te trying to steal my boyfriend.”
Huntress laughed and brushed Holly’s hand off before removing her mask.
“Does this face look familiar?” Huntress asked.
In fact, it did. agrifoglio studied it for a few più moments. The perfect form of it, the eyes and the hair, along with her attention to detail almost made her look like...
“Catwoman?” agrifoglio asked.
Helena laughed again and shrugged. “You could say that, she was-is-my mother.”
“And your dad?”
Helena frowned. “Not important. Point is, it’s in my genes to flirt with the hottest and most mysterious guys. Your boyfriend and I happen to go way back. He’s the one who turned me from a crook to a hero.”
agrifoglio just looked at her for a moment. “Well genes o not, don’t flirt with Sam again.”
“No promises.” Helena detto and leapt off the rooftop.
agrifoglio frowned and followed, sliding on her mask as she did.
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Revenge hated waking up chained to a board with an evil back-from-the-dead-dictator smiling in front of him.
Unfortunately, it was becoming a habit.
“What do te want this time, Stalin?” Revenge asked.
“Simple.” the former-dictator replied. “You.”
“That sounds wrong.” Revenge said.
“Let me re-phrase myself.” Stalin said. “Your genes.”
“Excuse me?” Revenge asked.
“See, if I make a clone of you, your Friends won’t know the difference. I can destroy them and their mentors and take control of what is rightfully mine!”
“What would be ‘rightfully yours’?”
“The world.”
“At least te spared me the five-hour lecture.” Revenge muttered.
“It’s all part of the plan.” Stalin said, walking towards a control panel on the wall. “Your Friends are undoubtedly on their way to free you. Instead of explaining my whole plan and giving your Friends time to save you,”
Stalin pulled the switch down and electricity surged through Revenge’s body, causing him to yell in pain. “I go for the kill.”
Chapter Five-
Helena looked around the corner. After a quick glance, she dropped back down successivo to Revenge.
“Looks like an army out there.” she said.
“It is.” Revenge said, slipping on his mask and utility belt.
Helena looked at him strangely before sliding her mask on and grinning wickedly.
“Let’s do this.” Revenge said. “Take them down hard.”
“Yes, sir Captain.” agrifoglio replied bitterly.
Revenge shot her a look asking ‘What?’
agrifoglio shot him one back that detto ‘You know.’
Before the two could continue their silent conversation, Huntress interrupted.
“Something is happening.” she said.
Revenge shot agrifoglio a look that detto ‘We’ll talk about this later.’ and looked around the corner at what Huntress was pointing at.
A helicopter was landing, stirring up dust and small pieces of scrap wood and metal.
The helicopter landed and the propellers slowly came to a stop.
Soldiers lined up on either side of the door to the helicopter and saluted sharply as the door opened.
Joseph Stalin stepped out of the helicopter and onto American soil.
“Ah!” he said, taking a deep breath of American air. “The amaro smell of this foul country.”
“We’re in a warehouse, idiot.” Huntress muttered, but Revenge silenced her.
Stalin slowly walked through his ranks of soldiers as chalantly as possible. Two guards opened a door and Stalin walked through, the soldiers following.
“Now!” Revenge whispered.
The three teens darted across the open area where the chopper pilot was powering down.
Revenge opened up a panel in the bacheca and the three climbed in.
Revenge took the lead, navigating the air vents as if they were the back of his hand. The vents were rather large and the three teens didn’t even have to stoop. They continued to walk until Revenge stopped short. He looked through a vent into a room below.
It looked like the normal piles of giunca, spazzatura te would see in someone’s warehouse. However, Stalin pressed a button on a keyboard laying near the middle of the pile and the giunca, spazzatura slid aside to reveal a doorway.
“Now!” Revenge whispered.
Huntress busted out the vent cover, shocking the guards, Stalin, and giving Courage plenty of time to shoot toxic darts at the guards.
Revenge leaped down and ran after Stalin who was fleeing past the slowly closing doorway.
“Revenge!” Courage exclaimed, running towards the door.
It was too late. Revenge and Stalin were locked in.
////////////////////////////////////////////
Revenge pursued the dictator, determined not to let him escape again. He followed Stalin through a few rooms and down several flights of stairs before the two stopped of shortness of breath.
“Freeze, Stalin!” Revenge yelled, pulling out a dagger.
“If te insist.” Stalin said, turning around and raising his hands in surrender.
Revenge’s quick reflexes failed him. It took him two long secondi to notice the remote in Stalin’s hand. da the time he saw it, a glass cage had locked him where he was.
“You filthy piece of-!” Revenge was cut short da gas filtering into the chamber. The Black Hero went for his re-breather, but dropped to the ground before he could place it in his mouth. Seemingly dead.
Stalin laughed.
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Huntress perched on the rooftop, looking down on the warehouse.
“Revenge, come in!” Courage detto behind her.
“Will te stop that?” Huntress asked, standing up. “You’ve been calling for fifteen minutes!”
“Well what do te suggest I do?” Courage asked, yanking her mask off infuriated.
“Shut up for one.” Huntress said. “Tall, dark, and handsome can take care of himself.”
“I swear if te flirt with my boyfriend again, I will rip your-”
“Shut it, plant-girl.” Huntress said.
“Look here.” agrifoglio said, grabbing Huntress and looking her in the eye. “I’ve had just about enough of te trying to steal my boyfriend.”
Huntress laughed and brushed Holly’s hand off before removing her mask.
“Does this face look familiar?” Huntress asked.
In fact, it did. agrifoglio studied it for a few più moments. The perfect form of it, the eyes and the hair, along with her attention to detail almost made her look like...
“Catwoman?” agrifoglio asked.
Helena laughed again and shrugged. “You could say that, she was-is-my mother.”
“And your dad?”
Helena frowned. “Not important. Point is, it’s in my genes to flirt with the hottest and most mysterious guys. Your boyfriend and I happen to go way back. He’s the one who turned me from a crook to a hero.”
agrifoglio just looked at her for a moment. “Well genes o not, don’t flirt with Sam again.”
“No promises.” Helena detto and leapt off the rooftop.
agrifoglio frowned and followed, sliding on her mask as she did.
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Revenge hated waking up chained to a board with an evil back-from-the-dead-dictator smiling in front of him.
Unfortunately, it was becoming a habit.
“What do te want this time, Stalin?” Revenge asked.
“Simple.” the former-dictator replied. “You.”
“That sounds wrong.” Revenge said.
“Let me re-phrase myself.” Stalin said. “Your genes.”
“Excuse me?” Revenge asked.
“See, if I make a clone of you, your Friends won’t know the difference. I can destroy them and their mentors and take control of what is rightfully mine!”
“What would be ‘rightfully yours’?”
“The world.”
“At least te spared me the five-hour lecture.” Revenge muttered.
“It’s all part of the plan.” Stalin said, walking towards a control panel on the wall. “Your Friends are undoubtedly on their way to free you. Instead of explaining my whole plan and giving your Friends time to save you,”
Stalin pulled the switch down and electricity surged through Revenge’s body, causing him to yell in pain. “I go for the kill.”
Somewhere in the Arctic, 4:49 a.m.
Nathan curled up on the rocky floor of the dark cave, protected from the snow for now. He'd found a piece of rock chipped off from the edges of the cavern and had somehow created a spark that had ignited into a flame. How it was sustaining, well, he didn't know. But it was keeping him warm, and for that he was grateful.
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His cuore wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't te see past what I've done? Why can't te see that I Amore you?"
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His cuore wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't te see past what I've done? Why can't te see that I Amore you?"
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