Monday, June 27, 2016

Academy of Heroes 4

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.
But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.
Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch
And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p4

"All right!" Flynn screamed. "I'll help you."
Zed nodded, turning the blender off. "I hoped you'd change your mind. Today's you're lucky day, Mr. Flynn. You can join the Obviators and keep all of your fingers."
Flynn let out a deep breath of air. He was sweating, and his heart beat against his chest like a mallet on a tough drum.
Zed stood up and left the room, promising to return shortly. As soon as he was gone, Flynn stood up. He'd tied his share of knots, and he recognized--and freed himself from--these makeshift knots rather quickly. As soon as he was free of his binding, Flynn stood up and made a break for the open door.
He'd been right about the body of water, and less right about somebody using the bathroom. This warehouse was placed right beside some lake. Flynn could guess what lake it was, but he had no idea what town he was in.
Just then a plane swooped overhead. Zed looked over at Flynn with a look of pained agony.
"So much for our plans," Zed cried. "The Eldritch are here."
Flynn's gaze shot from his captor to the plane. Something big was about to go down.
"You should've helped us, Flynn. I think you'll find soon enough that you've made a huge mistake." Zed tried, pulling out a weapon and running away.
"Don't count on it," Flynn smiled, watching in amazement as ropes were thrown from the plane, and Eldritch soldiers jumped out. "The heroes are here, Zed."

Monday, June 20, 2016

Academy of Heroes 3

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.
But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.
Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch
And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p3

"I'll never help you!" Flynn shouted.
Zed looked displeased. He turned away from Flynn for a moment. This had been an issue with people they'd recruited in the past. Zed, himself, had been in the same chair saying the same things as Flynn was now.
"Look, kid," Zed frowned, rubbing his temples with his fingers. "We're asking a small role in the operation. That's it. Then you can go back to your botanist reserves."
Flynn's eyes thinned to slits as he looked upon his bald captor with bear and honest scrutiny. In addition to the water Flynn had been able to hear before was the song of free birds.
"The world would collapse without the Eldritch, you Obviator scum!" Flynn spat.
Zed sighed. Flynn didn't have any idea who he was really standing up for, or why.
"That's right Flynn, we're the treacherous villains. And right now, I'm going to cut you a nice deal. Or perhaps I'll just cut you." Zed continued, "The villains will win this one, Flynn. Are you in or out?"
"I'll never help you!" Flynn shouted again.
Zed nodded, walking away. He returned moments later with a kitchen blender. Flynn watched as the Obviator plugged the blender in to a panel in the warehouse wall. Then Zed moved the blender so that it was right next to the front left leg of Flynn's chair.
"You don't need both you're hands to help us," Zed whispered. "If you won't help us now, you may be a little more understanding without the distraction of so many extremities."
Flynn swallowed. The morning had been a walk in the park--literally--and now Flynn was about to lose his hand to an evil organization because he defended a good organization, and in all actuality Flynn wasn't sure either organization was even real.
Zed looked at Flynn, raising an eyebrow. When Flynn still remained silent, Zed shrugged and pushed the "blend" button with his fat index finger.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Academy of Heroes 2

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.
But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.
Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch
And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p2

"Good morning, Flynn." a man with a deep voice began. "Sorry about your head, but we needed you to come with us."
Flynn blinked in the darkened warehouse. He couldn't be completely sure where he was. There was a sound of rushing water nearby, which meant this warehouse was near some body of water. Or somebody was using the restroom rather loudly.
"Flynn, you've been studying the scale of good and evil for sometime. How much do you know about the Obviators and the Eldritch?"
Recognizing the forces being spoken of, Flynn looked up. The man who was talking to him had a bald head and a long, pointed nose. Happiness was absent from the man's wrinkled face, and it looked like this horrible kidnapper hadn't taken a moment to observe the morning like Flynn had.
"Not very much," Flynn began slowly. His speech was slurred, and his head pounded loudly in his ears. "Forces of good and evil. It's a battle that's been raging for centuries."
The man nodded slowly. "Well, Flynn, welcome to the Obviators. I'm Zed."
Flynn frowned. "But you're the villains!"
Zed chuckled slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "And isn't that interesting."
"So what am I doing here?" Flynn asked. His head had stopped throbbing, but some pain was still present. He realized then that his hands were bound behind the small metal chair he was sitting on.
"The Eldritch have grown powerful. The scale is tipping. So, we need to rise to face them. But, we Obviators are growing old. We can't match like we used to. That's where you come in. We're moving to end the Eldritch once and for all. And you, Flynn, will help us."

Monday, June 6, 2016

Academy of Heroes 1

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.
But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.
Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch
And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p1

Flynn walked innocently down the street. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Everything was still around him. Pulling the straps of his backpack tighter over his broad shoulders, Flynn couldn't help but take another breath. The trees lining his walkway rustled slightly in the breeze, and the flowers surrounding the trees' trunks seemed to grow before Flynn's eyes, feasting on the warm sunlight that seeped through the over-hanging tree branches to grasp hold of the Easter-colored petals. Flynn looked down at the green, green grass that covered the ground from one part of land to the next. It was soft, neatly trimmed, and as comfortable as a well-feathered pillow. The scene almost looked animated in how majestic and calm everything was. A cheery bicyclist nodded to Flynn as he passed. Flynn stopped a moment, bending so his face was close to the ground. He examined the small stem of what was to become a brilliant yellow tulip. There was so much potential in yet this tiny bud. At first glance, the plant may have seemed as a thorn among roses, but Flynn's key eye understood that this wasn't a thorn in the roses, but a future sight to behold. The morning sun poured downward upon Flynn's back. In his t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, Flynn wasn't hot beneath the sun's gaze, but rather he felt lifted. Rising again to his full height at nearly six feet, Flynn thought there had never been a morning as peaceful or beautiful as this one.
Little did Flynn know, the morning was fleeting, and soon the scene that had brought him joy and comfort would strip his mind of anything but remorse and discomfort. For as Flynn took another deep breath of spring air, a black car rumbled down the street toward him. There were three men in this car, and they weren't enjoying the morning like Flynn was. In fact, they were armed. These men were about to wreck the wonderful day for Flynn--and they'd step on the small, sprouting tulip that Flynn had foreseen an instilled hope wherewith.
Yes, little did Flynn know that Obviators were in their recruiting season.