Tuesday, October 8, 2019

American General in "The Genie Bottle" #1003


The American General in “The Genie Bottle”   
                               
by Marz Workman

This story is set in the Modern Age, 2019, and is a direct continuation of “Little Miss Monster”

A little girl sits on the floor of her holding cell. She is playing with dolls. One wall of this cell is glass. Watching the girl through the glass is General Joseph K. Parsons. He is known to the world as the American General, super hero of World War Two; and still today. He knocks on the glass.

The little girl looks up, smiles, and runs to the glass, “Good morning, General!”

“Good Morning, Carol. Did you sleep well?”

“Uh-huh. I had a big breakfast, too.”

Joseph squats to meet her eyes, “Do you need anything?”

“No, sir,” she points to a small refrigerator next to her bed, “They gave me some drinks and snacks. And a few toys.”

Joseph points a finger and touches the glass, “Your parents will be here today, Sweetie. They miss you a lot.”

“YES!” shouts Carol, “I miss them, too.”

Carol suddenly gets sad.

“What’s wrong, Carol? Are you feeling ill?” asks Joseph.

Carol begins to tear up, “What if it wants to hurt Mommy and Daddy?”

Joseph’s face goes sad also, “I will not let that happen. You have my promise.”

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Carol runs to the glass and slams her hands on it, “Mommy! Daddy!”

Her parents kneel in front of the glass. Her mother is crying hysterically. Her father places his hand on the glass, and Carol places hers over his, “You okay, Daddy?”

“I’m fine, Princess,” he says as he starts crying.

Joseph walks into the viewing room, “Mr. and Mrs. Banks, I am General Joseph Parsons. You may take as much time as you need. I need to speak with you…”

The demon seems to explode from Carol, “Aaaaaaarrgh!” It begins to beat on the glass, but it has no effect. The dark, ethereal voice speaks, “You cannot defeat me! I have lived for thousands of years. I! Am! Forever!”

Carols parents rapidly move away from the glass.

The two guards standing outside the door rush in with rifles aimed at the demon.

“What is that?” asks Mr. Banks.

“That is the demon possessing your daughter,” replies Joseph.

The demon looks confused, “I am no demon, mortal. I am Djinn.”

“Djinn? A genie?” Joseph says low.

“What’s going on?!” screams Mrs. Banks.

Mr. Banks holds his wife closely, “Quiet, dear.”

Joseph steps toward the djinn, “Why are you possessing the girl?”

The djinn makes eye level with Joseph, “I am not possessing the girl.”

“Carol. Command it to go back into it’s vessel.” says Joseph.

The djinn raises itself high, “She can not command anything of me. No one can!”

“You are djinn, you must obey the master of your vessel!”

The djinn retorts quickly, “She is the vessel!”

Joseph takes a step back and looks at Carol in shock.

The djinn turns and holds an arm out to Carol as if directing attention, “She was taken by the Zetas. They destroyed my vessel and bonded it to her code. She is not my master, but my vessel.”

The djinn moves over to Carol, “I only want to be free as to not torment this child further.”

The djinn makes itself smaller and lifts Carol’s face to look at him, “Do not be afraid of me, child. I will not harm you. No longer will I frighten you, Carol. This is my vow to you.”

Carol touches its hand, “What is your name?”

“Garuko.”

Garuko turns to Joseph and Carol’s parents and moves to the glass, “I will no longer be a threat to you. There is no further reason to fear me.”

Joseph looks at Carol’s parents, “Can’t they be your master? She is their child.”

“Parents do not own their children. Only if Carol was to become a slave could I have a master. Her master would also be my master, and he could set me free with a wish,” explains Garuko.

“Well, that isn’t going to happen,” says Joseph.

Joseph notices that the guards still have their rifles aimed at Garuko, and orders them to lower their weapons, “At ease, Gentlemen. Return to your post.”

The guards comply, “Yes, sir.”

Joseph thinks to himself for a moment. He paces back and forth, occasionally raising a finger like he had a brilliant idea, then scoffs it away.

He then stops and looks at Garuko, “You said the Zetas did this to her?”

“I did.”

“Then this can be undone. We just need to figure out what they did.” He pauses then looks at Mr. and Mrs. Banks, “Would you be willing to allow us to run some tests on Carol? We may be able to find a way of undoing what was done to her.”

“Can you fix me, General?” asks Carol who is now at the glass.

Joseph walks over to her, “You aren’t broken, Sweetie. The thing Garuko lives in was put inside you, and we need to find a way to get it out.”

Mr. Banks steps up, “We must approve of each test, General.”

“I agree,” says Mrs. Banks.

Joseph looks back at Carol, “What about you? I will not do anything without your permission.”

Garuko moves in front of Carol, “Do not be afraid, Carol.”

“I’m not. I just don’t want you to die,” says Carol.

Mrs. Banks walks to the glass and kneels, “Do you want to do this, then?”

Carol smiles and looks at Garuko, “Yeah. It’ll be fun having a genie around for a while.”

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Weeks later, many tests have been done, and Carol and Garuko have been bonding. They have learned that they can speak telepathically. Carol has also spoken to Ana, the Black Arachness, who checks in on her, through the diamond, from the field.

Joseph sits at his desk, speaking on the phone when Dr. Kohn walks in, “Okay, Everett. You and Ana be safe, and report when you get to San Francisco. Bye.”

Joseph looks up at Dr. Kohn as he hangs up the phone, “May I help you, doctor?”

“Tests have confirmed that the vessel of Garuko is a diamond, but it has been bonded to Carol’s DNA,” explains Dr. Kohn, “We can reverse the bond, but it will destroy the djinn and could possibly kill Carol.”

Joseph slams his fist on his desk, “Then it isn’t an option, Vernon! I want an option that doesn’t include someone dying, understand?

“There is another option, General,“ says Vernon nervously.

“Well, spit it out, man.”

“The diamond can be removed from her DNA, but it would have to remain in her body for the rest of her life or she will die. It functions as part of nearly every system in her body. If the djinn were to be set free…well…”

“So, Garuko’s vessel would be free from Carol?”

“Yes.”

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Later in the day, Joseph tells Carol and Garuko of the situation.

“It could be temporary or permanent. We just don’t know right now. But it’s an option that could bring your situation back to somewhat normal,” finishes Joseph.

“Your procedure would, at least, return my purpose to me,” comments Garuko.

Joseph puts a hand on Carol’s shoulder, “And, this little one would be your master.”

“So, I get three wishes?” asks Carol.

“It does not work like that. Simply, you command, I obey. No wishes. And, I cannot break the Great Laws,” explains Garuko to Carol. “I will explain them to you later.”

Joseph stands, “So, you guys are onboard with this?” The duo nods in unison. Joseph turns to look at Mr. and Mrs. Banks, “How about you two?” They give a silent nod.

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Over the next few days, a team of doctors and scientists work to undo what has been done to Carol. They scramble room to room, looking like ants in a mound. Carol lies in a medically induced coma connected to all sorts of monitors. Her parents watch through the glass wall. In the room with her parents, Ana Shvets, the Black Arachness, watches and waits.
Joseph sits behind his desk. Everett Snowe sits on the far side of the desk from Joseph.

“So, you think it’s going to work?” asks Everett.

“I pray it does, old friend. That little girl in there is the bravest person I have ever met. She’s been locked up in a prison, more or less, subjected to hundreds of tests, and is now in a coma having her DNA re-written…again. Most seasoned soldiers would have caved already.”

An alarm begins to wail. “General Parsons to Lab Three! General Parsons to Lab Three!”

Joseph runs down the hallways and enters the lab, “What’s happened?”

One of the scientists is pointing to Carol’s wrists, “We don’t know, Sir. These metallic things began to grow on her wrists and her vitals started going erratic.”

“Do something!!” orders Joseph.

The attending medical doctor stops manually checking vitals, “I have never seen vitals like this before. She should be seizing, contorting…something! She’s just lying there!”

A nurse brings in a defibrillator, “Here, doctor.”

Joseph looks at the monitors, then at Carol’s wrists as the doctor readies the defibrillator.

“WAIT!!” yells Joseph, “Wait. Let…let this run its course.”

Everyone watches as the monitors flash and sound, and the metallic bands form on her arms. Carol remains still.

Joseph looks at Carol’s parents. They look back with concern and trust. Joseph nods and turns back to Carol as the bands complete their cycle.

Immediately, Carol sits up in the bed and screams. She looks around, appearing lost, looking at the bands on her arms, “It worked.” She looks up at Joseph, “IT WORKED!”

Everyone looks toward Carol, shocked.

The doctor points at Carol, “She shouldn’t be awake. We placed her in a coma.”

“How do you feel, Carol?” asks Joseph.

“I feel fine, sir.”

“You said it worked…what worked?” asks Joseph.

Carol starts her story, “When we were asleep and the doctors started working, in the dream, we noticed something was wrong. Garuko was dying. The vessel wasn’t coming out of my DNA. It was being destroyed. Seeing no other way to fix it, Garuko said we were going to die. Then, he told me to be brave, that he was going to leave me, and that I was going to live and to always remember him. He put his bracelets on me, then he disappeared. That’s when I woke up.”

Everett looks at Carol amazed, “He gave the girl his power.”

Joseph looks at Everett, then back at Carol.

“I’m hungry. Can I eat now?” asks Carol with a big, cheesy grin.

Joseph smiles, “Yes. I will bring you something to eat.” He then looks around at the medical team, “Let’s get her disconnected from this equipment. She won’t be needing it.” He turns to get Carol’s food.

“Oh, Garuko said to tell you something, General.”

“What is that, Sweetie?”

“He said my super hero name would be ‘Djinna’”.



This Flash Fiction featured:

American General (Gen. Joseph K. Parsons – Open Source) 

Djinna (Carol Marie Banks – Open Source)
© 2019 Rayland Marzette Workman. All rights reserved.

*Djinna is pronounced as "Jenna".


The Arachnids in "Little Miss Monster" #1002

Black Arachnid 2.0 and Black Arachness are...
The Arachnids in “Little Miss Monster”   
                               
by Marz Workman


This story is set in the Modern Age, 2019.


An SUV rides down a highway during midday. The two occupants are travelling, looking for someone. 

"Do ve rrreally have to listen to yourrr kountrrry music?", asks Ana with a droll look on her face.

Everett looks at Ana confused, "Are you kidding me? This is the best music on the planet."

"Bozhe moy!" Ana turns and stares out the passenger window, "Arrrrghh !"

"Calm down, Sweetheart. No need to get your per'ya in a ruffle."

"Nice one. You have been studying RRRussian?"

"Da. Malen'kiy," says Everett, rubbing his chin.

The SUV turns into a local diner and parks near the entrance. Everett and Ana exit the vehicle and enter the diner.

They sit opposite each other in a booth. Ana grabs a menu as the waitress walks up, "You folks ready to order?"

Everett looks at her name badge, "Good Afternoon, Patty. What is your special today?"

Patty shifts her weight and points her pen at Everett, "Our lunch special is fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a roll."

"Perfect! We'll have that."

"Comin' right up, Sugar!" says Patty as she walks toward the kitchen.

Everett turns to face Ana and crosses his arms on the table, "So, where is this 'experiment' we're looking for?"

"Close. Verrry close." Ana turns to look out the window, "She alone and skarrred."

Ana turns her head a few times, staring blankly into the air.

"Exkuse me. I must use rrrestrrroom." Ana leaves the table for the restroom.

Everett pulls out his phone, dials, and places it to his ear. A few seconds later, he begins speaking, "Joe. Everett. How are things back at base?" 

He nods a few times, "Good," he pauses, then speaks again, "Yeah, we found another one. I hope this one is a little less aggressive than the last one."  

Another pause and some nodding, "Will do, General. Later."

“Here ya go, Sweetie!” says Patty, as she places the dinners on the table. She tears off a ticket and lays it face down on the table, “If y’all need anything else, just give me a holler.” She walks away from the table.

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Ana exits the back door of the diner. She pauses a moment to slowly look around, then begins walking toward her right. When she reaches the street, she turns left, walks about fifty feet and stops in front of an abandoned gas station.

She walks through the door slowly, “Hello? I know you arrre herrre and what vas done to you. I frrriend herrre to help.”

A few seconds later, a sweet voice comes from the back,” Go away! I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want to hurt anyone!”

Ana creeps through the piles of trash and forgotten relics, “You vill not hurrrt me. I also have been in experrriment. I have safe place forrr you to go.”

“Please stop! Go away! I don’t want to hurt you!” the voice cries, “I can’t control it! It wants to hurt you! Please go!”

Ana turns her head to her left, sensing the danger, “Oh, crrrap.”

Just as the words come from her lips, a little girl, around 11 years old, bursts through the wall, surrounded by a glowing red aura in the form of a demon, or some other hideous monster.

Ana jumps out of the way but receives a three-clawed scratch across her mid-section. She lands on an old desk, surrounded by junk. She goes into camo mode, but the monster girl can still see her and attacks again, leaping and clawing relentlessly. Ana continues to evade and counter with little effect, taking a few hits along the way.

“Why do you avoid the inevitable?” says the monster girl, in a very dark, ethereal voice, “You cannot defeat me! I have lived for thousands of years. I have fought warriors far greater than you and defeated them! I! Am! Forever!”

Ana lies on her side, barely able to hold herself up. Her face is scratched, and her eye and lip are bleeding, “I vas vaiting.”

The monster girl looks confused, “Waiting for what?”

All of a sudden, the monster girl begins to shake violently, with arcs of electrical energy dancing across her body. She then goes limp in the trash, smoking.

“Me!” says Everett, as he holsters his pistol.

“Vat took you so long?” asks Ana as she slowly lifts herself from the rubble and junk.

Ana walks up to Everett. He puts his finger in her face, “Do not ever do that again!” He puts his hand down and calms his face, “I am not going to tell the General about this, but if you ever go out on your own like this again…”

“Spasibo,” Ana says hugging Everett.

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“She looks so sveet, doesn’t she?” Ana stands at the glass wall of the cell where the monster girl is being detained. She is asleep.

Everett stands behind her, to one side, “Hard to believe that little girl can become a raging demon.” He puts a hand on Ana’s arm, “Ready to go?”

Ana turns her head slightly toward Everett, “I vill need moment, please. I vill meet you outside.”

“Take your time.” Everett then walks out of the room.

Ana places a hand on the glass and tears begin to roll down her face, “I vill help you, mladshaya sestra. I vill find the bastarrrds who did this to us. I prrromise.”


Ana turns to leave the room, “I prrromise.”

To be continued...


This Flash Fiction featured:




© 2019 Rayland Marzette Workman. All rights reserved.

Glossary
per'ya (перья) = feathers
da (da) = yes
malen'kiy (маленький) = a little (small)
bozhe moy (Боже мой) = oh my God
spacibo (спасибо) = thank you (thank)
mladshaya sestra (младшая cестра) = little sister

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Black Arachnid in “The Stretchy Withdrawal” #1001


Black Arachnid in “The Stretchy Withdrawal”                                 

by Marz Workman

This story is set in the Golden Age, around 1944.

Running on rooftops and jumping from building to building, the Black Arachnid, Everett Snowe, rushes to get to the Marston Federal Bank. He received word that the bank was being robbed. Using his athletic ability and the high tack ooze formula he accidentally discovered, he easily hops and pulls himself across town. His all black bodysuit is adorned with metallic yellow eye covers and ooze “shooters”, a yellow belt, and a yellow circle on his chest with a black spider spread over it. He looks as though he has been in a scuffle once tonight already; having patches of dirt about his suit.

Reaching the last building on the final block, Black Arachnid lands firmly in front of the bank. He looks back at the policemen, “Mind if I give it a try?”

He enters the bank through the front doors. Inside, he sees a man holding two hostages, only he doesn’t have a weapon. The man has somehow wrapped his own body around the captives, stretching it. “Hold it right there, Spider!”

“Arachnid. Black Arachnid to be exact,” says Everett, “Release those people…hmmm…what’s your name?”

“I am Herr Riktor, the Rubberman, “ he says as he squeezes the hostages. They cry out in pain. Rubberman releases a belting laugh.

Just then, Everett fires his ooze shooters at Rubberman’s face, blinding the villain. Rubberman drops his captives, and they run away as he rubs the ooze from his eyes, “You will pay for that, Arachnid!”

Rubberman lashes out with his arms, stretching himself across the lobby. Black Arachnid jumps out of the way and fires more ooze at Rubberman’s body. Rubberman slithers around the bank like a multi-headed snake.

Black Arachnid lands on the counter in a croutch, “You are one slippery fella!” He leaps, flips, and rolls across the floor, standing in a run, and begins shooting the ooze all over the lobby. All the while, Rubberman reaches and elongates himself in the pursuit of Black Arachnid.

“You are finished, Rubberman!”

Standing back, admiring his work, Black Arachnid stands proud of his ooze web. Rubberman is twisted and wrapped around himself, bound by the ooze web, “What have you done to me?!”

The policemen rush in with their pistols drawn. They look at Rubberman and lower their weapons, puzzled.

“I’ll help you take him into custody”, says Black Arachnid, “I’ll have to show you how to remove the ooze. It can be quite messy.”
“Thank you, again, Black Arachnid,” says one officer, “That’s the third one today.”

Black Arachnid walks over to the officer and pats him on the back, “My pleasure, Officer Geads. Now, let’s get him in jail. I’m starving and I need a bath.”

This Flash Fiction featured:

·         Black Arachnid 2.0 (Everett Snowe – Open Source) https://marztales.blogspot.com/2019/09/black-arachnid-20-open-source.html

·         Rubberman (Herr Riktor – Public Domain) https://pdsh.fandom.com/wiki/Rubberman

·         Officer Geads (Open Source) https://marztales.blogspot.com/2019/10/officer-geads.html

© 2019 Rayland Marzette Workman. All rights reserved.

American General in "The Genie Bottle" #1003

The American General in “The Genie Bottle”                                     by Marz Workman This story is set in the Modern Age...