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Subj: Kambyon the Kruel #6 continues
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 at 12:54:11 pm EDT (Viewed 24 times)


Kambyon the Kruel #6 Continues


The first part is down the page a ways.

The worst of it was when the impact cracked open the sub’s nuclear reactor, spraying the cavern with shards of irradiated debris.

Shrill klaxons sounded throughout the complex. Thick steel buttresses lowered into place in an attempt to contain the radiation. Nozzles poked out of the walls and heaved up heavy dollops of foam.

“Ugh! What is this?!” Kambyon examined a fistful of the white glutinous substance showing greater concern over it than the fact that the collision with the submarine had embedded him into the side of the cavern.

“Soap, basically,” was how Mark Carnifex described the radiation absorbing detergent, “I’m not shocked you don’t recognize it.”

Kambyon pulled himself free from the crater he had made. Mark hit him with a barrage of punches and kicks, “Just so you know, I could end this at any time,” the Parodyverse’s Greatest Hero said offhandedly, “Tear you in half. Throw you into the sun. My options are limitless. But where’s the fun in that?”

The Beast of Apocalyspe’s response was to bite down on his shoulder and shake him like a terrier would a captured rat. After several moments of this he spat the Carnifex out onto a nearby pile of exposed uranium rods which had begun melting their way into the granite floor.

“Eat it! Eat it!” Kambyon pounced on his enemy and forced his face into the slurry of magma and radioactive material.

The Carnifex threw back an elbow, striking Kambyon in the midsection and sending him sprawling. He stood and wiped away the burned and mottled flesh that hung over his eyes and glared at his foe.

Kambyon licked the blood off his lips and smiled, “Still having fun?”

*****


“Everybody! To the lighthouse! Now!” Hallie ordered as she materialized in the conference room where the few remaining members of the Lair Legion staff waited.

“What about Iris? And why are their alarms?” Bettie Barrie asked.

“That’s the contamination alert! I haven’t heard it go off since Trickshot tried reheating his chili in the Bautistamatic 5000 combination microwave/oscilioscope!” Flapjack said as her hurriedly slung Marie Murcheson over his shoulder and loped for the exit. A gallant attempt, but not a position the former banshee found much sanctuary in.

“Iris is safe. I’m taking her and Griffin to the house now! But we have to evacuate ourselves before things get too far!”

It would be the added distraction of the impending atomic disaster that left Hallie open to a contamination of another sort, as IAGOS began patiently working his way past the artificial intelligence’s security and into the heart mansion itself.

To Be Continued