Pulsar: Time After Time (Teaser)
Originally Published by Jason Cochrane on Nov 19, 2016 at 12:04 AM
Time After Time
“Oh my god. I’m too late.”
The scene of destruction that greeted him was tragic. Wildey Park was aflame. It’s majestic and ancient trees, once home to the mighty Western Forrest, now lay shattered and burning. Acrid smoke filled the air, it’s haze obscuring charred human remains scattered amount the carnage.
Behind the wasteland of Widley Park, the Ordway Observatory, home of the Wicked Witch Café and the superhero group known as the Band, was a tumbled ruin. The centuries old brick glowed with heat. Rivulets of lava flowed in places.
In less than a heartbeat Pulsar fully explored the site. Each heartbreaking microsecond stretched into minutes, even hours, as he flickered through the site. Eric had found each of his friends. Jessie, Tommy, Tindaar and G’Em. While he had found each, each was gone. Dead.
The air itself thrummed as the smoke swirled aside above the wreckage. A golden stylized dragon head emerged from the shroud. Slowly a blood red metal chariot slid from concealment behind it. The floating chariot paused framing the silhouette of a figure standing cross armed, it’s long hair billowing in the superheated wind.
Pulsar squinted up at the figure with watering eyes. There was no mistaking Mandragora, Dragon of the Terminus. The man stepped forward out of haze. His haughty expression was mingled with boredom.
“Pulsar!” boomed the man. His accent was strong and impossible to place. “I am immortal. There can be no end other than my success. But I grow bored. How long will you resist me?”
The crimson form leaned over the edge giving Pulsar a clearer view. Mandragora wore a blood red attire of an unknown Asian style. A stylized golden dragon ran down the front of his tunic.
Pulsar raised his voice in defiance. “You can’t get all of me Mandragora!”
“And yet,” Mandragora kicked something large off his chariot. It landed with a wet thud. “Here is another of you I have dispatched.”
The broken corpse wore the same costume as Pulsar. The doppelganger had apparently been tortured before his death.
Pulsar inhaled deeply. He could do this. “You gotta catch me first!” There was a coruscating kaleidoscope of light and then Pulsar was gone.
Now alone, Mandragora sighed wearily. “And so the hunt continues…”
Originally Published by Jason Cochrane on Nov 19, 2016 at 12:04 AM
Time After Time
“Oh my god. I’m too late.”
The scene of destruction that greeted him was tragic. Wildey Park was aflame. It’s majestic and ancient trees, once home to the mighty Western Forrest, now lay shattered and burning. Acrid smoke filled the air, it’s haze obscuring charred human remains scattered amount the carnage.
Behind the wasteland of Widley Park, the Ordway Observatory, home of the Wicked Witch Café and the superhero group known as the Band, was a tumbled ruin. The centuries old brick glowed with heat. Rivulets of lava flowed in places.
In less than a heartbeat Pulsar fully explored the site. Each heartbreaking microsecond stretched into minutes, even hours, as he flickered through the site. Eric had found each of his friends. Jessie, Tommy, Tindaar and G’Em. While he had found each, each was gone. Dead.
The air itself thrummed as the smoke swirled aside above the wreckage. A golden stylized dragon head emerged from the shroud. Slowly a blood red metal chariot slid from concealment behind it. The floating chariot paused framing the silhouette of a figure standing cross armed, it’s long hair billowing in the superheated wind.
Pulsar squinted up at the figure with watering eyes. There was no mistaking Mandragora, Dragon of the Terminus. The man stepped forward out of haze. His haughty expression was mingled with boredom.
“Pulsar!” boomed the man. His accent was strong and impossible to place. “I am immortal. There can be no end other than my success. But I grow bored. How long will you resist me?”
The crimson form leaned over the edge giving Pulsar a clearer view. Mandragora wore a blood red attire of an unknown Asian style. A stylized golden dragon ran down the front of his tunic.
Pulsar raised his voice in defiance. “You can’t get all of me Mandragora!”
“And yet,” Mandragora kicked something large off his chariot. It landed with a wet thud. “Here is another of you I have dispatched.”
The broken corpse wore the same costume as Pulsar. The doppelganger had apparently been tortured before his death.
Pulsar inhaled deeply. He could do this. “You gotta catch me first!” There was a coruscating kaleidoscope of light and then Pulsar was gone.
Now alone, Mandragora sighed wearily. “And so the hunt continues…”
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