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The Caped Defender:
The Caped Defender in... The Crimson Dragon
by The Caped Defender (The Caped Defender's bio)
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Before I start, I just want to say a big thank you to Judy for her kind note. It made my day! I am also starting a new policy of thanking anyone who sends me mail. I will also make it a point to go back and thank previous readers who have written! So keep your capes on, Cape Believers!
My new wife, The Design Defender (wait until a future story for that one), and I decide to go camping for a weekend. I stop by the Hero's Guild Secret Lair to see if I can borrow (actually steal) a Neutron Laser Pen to cook s'mores.
“What's a s'more?” you ask.
It's a dumpy thing made of chocolate and marshmallows…kind of like my cousin Ethan.
Anyway, I run into my friend the super heroine - Angelblayze.
Let me explain…um…not enough time…let me sum up.
QUICK BACKSTORY - Angelblayze had brought to justice the noted criminal, Drako Scarlett, head of the secret society called “The Crimson Dragon.” During the televised trial, Mr. Scarlett sat there and spewed out every lie and obscene remark to discredit, degrade, and insult the poor girl (or lady…she is over the age of 31).
When I see her, she is sitting in our communications room and monitoring the Guild Comm Emergency Channels. I notice her right arm is still bandaged from her last encounter with Drako Scarlett.
“Defender,” she says with a grin. “I see they are allowing you back in the communications wing of the Lair.”
“Yep,” I say. “The President forgave my blowing my nose in the middle of a State of the Union address.”
She chuckles, but I scowl.
“Again, I didn't know that we were patched in to the communications satellite.”
Angelblayze laughs louder.
Her costume is white, with the gold mask and cape. She also keeps her hair in a french braid.
Real quick - my brother, the Kid Defender, has a thing for girls in French braids. He met Angelblayze about a year and a half ago and saw her – braid and all. He makes it a point to ask about her whenever I see him.
(Side note - whenever he gets nervous, he develops a nasty case of
hiccups.)
“Wanna have some fun?” I ask walking to the controls.
“Sure,” she says. “How?”
“Watch,” I say. I dial my family's number in California.
“Hello?”
“Kid,” I say.
“Caped?” he says.
“I'm here with Angelblayze,” I say. I motion to her.
“Hi, cutie!” she calls.
“HIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCC….” comes out of the speakers.
Angelblayze laughs as I hang up on my brother.
“You are too much,” she says. “It's amazing how your wife puts up with you.”
I shrug.
“Speaking of putting up with things…,” I say as I look and nod to her arm.
“I read some of the transcript from the Drako Scarlett trial and I am amazed at how you took it in stride.”
She leans back in her chair and shrugs.
“How - in heaven's name - do you handle it?” I ask.
She looks down at her arm and then back up at me.
“I believe some things in life God allows – just…” she takes a breath. “…just…so we can get over them.”
“Woah…” I say.
“Defender, I know you are a Christian and read the Bible because I read your column on the Crosshome web site,” she says.
“What do you think?” I ask.
“I'm surprised Ann LeFevre's 'Lessons from the Olive Tree' isn't running in your column,” she smirks. “I can't help it, I dig ancient Hebrew studies.”
(ON A SIDE NOTE…you can check out Ann's excellent column here.)
I scowl again.
“I'm just razzin' ya,” she smiles. “You want to know the secret of how I am getting through this?”
“Sure,” I say.
“Well you always quote the Apostle Paul, let me throw another one out to you,” she says. “'I consider the present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.'”
“Someplace in Romans 8, right?” I say.
“Yep…in verse 18, in fact,” she says. “It's not a large verse but it has a large meaning.
“Now if you'll excuse me…”
She gets up from the chair. She winces at the strain on her arm.
“It's amazing how the muscles connect…ones I didn't even know hurt – hurt,” she says as she heads out of the room. “Now I left my pain medication in my quar-...” I hear a sound like a gurgle and a muffled squeal.
“Your quar…?” I ask. I step outside the hall.
Two men dressed in red cloaks are holding Angelblayze. She is not moving.
One of them points a weapon at me.
“Worship the Dragon!” he screams. He pulls a trigger.
My vision fills with a bright burst of crimson and orange. I feel an intense heat around me.
“I needed one of those to make s'mores!” I think as the flames engulf me.
TO BE CONTINUED…(The first Caped Defender Cliff-Hanger! This is so cool!)
Copyright 2002, The Caped Defender. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
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About The Caped Defender: The Caped Defender resides in his secret "Defender Lair" in an anonymous town in New Jersey. He is currently engaged. However, at the request of his beautiful fiancé, and I quote "Please, please, please don't mention my real name!" The Caped Defender collects comic books and wants to be a writer. EDITOR'S NOTE AND OPINION: He needs help. Lots. Thank you. You can e-mail The Caped Defender at thecapeddefender@netzero.com |
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