Slasher Films coming out in 2012

[bruce]

Silent Night (remake)

It's Christmas Eve in Cryer, WI and the normally quiet town is bustling with activity as the the residents are getting ready for the big day. The events take place around the towns annual Santa Parade, which has brought a record number of SSanta's to town. Deputy Sheriff Aubrey Bradimore is stuck reluctantly working the night shift, dealing with all of the drunken Santas, road closures, and stressed out locals — but things are about to take a deadly turn. A vicious serial killer, dressed as Santa Claus, has made his own "naughty list" and anyone on it is in big trouble. As the body count rises, Aubrey races to discover the killer’s true identity – but in a town full of Santas, shady characters and dark secrets, finding the real murderer will take more then a Christmas miracle.


Hatchet III

The story finds Marybeth hunting down the true secret to ending the voodoo curse that has left Crowley's ghost terrorizing Honey Island Swamp for decades.


Maniac (remake)

Just when the streets seemed safe, a serial killer with a fetish for scalps is back and on the hunt. Frank is the withdrawn owner of a mannequin store, but his life changes when young artist Anna appears asking for his help with her new exhibition. As their friendship develops and Frank's obsession escalates, it becomes clear that she has unleashed a long-repressed compulsion to stalk and kill.


Stitches

Stitches is the macabre story of Richard 'Stitches' Grindle, a jaded workaday kids' birthday clown, whose one-liners are witty in a way that's just not for kids. Stitches falls victim to a fatal party mishap at the hands of a group of particularly nasty children. Years later the group of now teenagers attend a party at which Stitches is the uninvited guest of honor, returning to avenge his untimely death.


Halloween 3D (sequel)

No official plot yet.



The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D (sequel)

Twenty years ago the town of Newt, Texas, exacted vengeance on the Sawyer family for their role in assisting and concealing murders committed by the chainsaw-wielding maniac Jeb Sawyer, aka "Leatherface". The entire family was presumed killed when Burt Hartman led the townspeople to burn down their farmhouse, but the Sawyer infant survived and was secretly taken away by two of the vigilante townies, Gavin and Arlene, and raised as their daughter, Heather.

It's not until she's in her twenties that Heather learns that she's adopted. A lawyer for her grandmother tracks her down with word she's been left an inheritance. Angry at her parents for lying to her, she sets out for Texas on a road trip with her boyfriend, Ryan; friends Nikki and Kenny; and Darryl, a hitchhiker they pick up on the way.

Arriving in Newt, Texas, Heather is shown to her grandmother's house by lawyer Farnsworth - and is shocked to find it's a massive and opulent mansion. While the others get food at a local store, Darryl explores the mansion and inadvertently frees Leatherface from a sealed room -- a mistake he will soon regret.



Friday the 13th 2 (sequel)

No official plot yet, but it will likely take place sometime after the events of the first film.

[bruce]

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[bruce]

Suddenly as Rhys and Eddie stood by the front door of Wayne Manor the security system went haywire, buzzing and blinking on and off, and acting out in other peculiar ways. Those within the mansion were free from any knowledge of the coming phenomenon-The two weary and confused visitors were compley exsposed to the intense flickering dome of Bluwaves which pulsated and then qiuckly dissipated before thier estonished eyes, leaving in its wake a stunned and confused Joshua Thomas.

Turning their heads to the left side of the mansion Eddie and Rhys discover their friend, who seemed physically drained, with one hand on his forehead and the other pressed against the building to hold himself up.

Stumbling toward them.

Joshua's eyes slowly adapted to the far more familiar spectrum of light, so vastly different was the shinning terrestrial sun to that of the mysterious Bluweaves which had momentarilty engulfed him-Though nesseccary wer those Bluwaves to the transformation of Johsua Thomas ionto the Astral Spectre, as he would eventually disccovere.

[bruce]

Niclas turned to Gunter with a furious look in his eyes, walking straight up to the boy and striking him across the face with the back of his hand. "Schmutzige Verräter" Then calling tfor Gottburg to take the boy into the other room. Walter was still being held but he managed to turn himself slihghty to srtare toward the back of him. "Niclas! No!" Walter screamed. The SS officer holding the young man shoved him forcfully into the small single-window room. Gottburg entered after them, carring his speciasl black bag.

[bruce]

In true Marc Secret fashion Bruce Wayne's buisness rival ansd close friendf pulled up to the event in a bright red streched limo, complete with a police motorcycje escort. Making good use of the length of the vehecile Marc had brought with him a complete enterage, comprised of three blonds and one red headed female. A few notied as to the garishness of Marc's chosen mode of transport, though t5hey werere unable to decide if it was chosen as an indication of bad taste or strane taste. It seems as though Marc Secret had managed to out-do Bruce Wayne with his fklmaboayant estectic style-Waving vigorously as he walk amouing the crowd like some messiaci savior figure.

Amila: "Oh and here comes Marc Secret, a favorite amoung the gudges and public alike. I see he has arrived in normal fashion...dramatic and yet still entertaining as usuall. Bruce Wayne has his job cut out for him today. As Im sure everyone is aware of Mr Wynes lack of exuberance and flash while in the public eye. Marc, I think, has the common mans backing."

Though Bruce would be somewhat releeved upon seeing Mrc's choice of female compant, particialtu the red herad who looked like he had picked her up at the local pysch ward.
Sitting down next to Bruce she had looked over in an attempt at some small talk, the look in her eyes made Bruce slightly uncomfortable, she was pretty spacy.

[bruce]

Marc wsas constantly in communication with his Mooncopter, and as usaul it had follwoed his every move, and was already hovering over the biulding, having arrivwed sometime between finding his seat and the annoucnmebt of the first award. Lucikly it had it time to deposite Moon Spell's Angelwing upon the rooftop, he would need it today, the urgency of the situation called for a speedy change. His female companions had already joned those who had rushed out of the hall, leaving Marc alone. Taking the back way he climbed the metal ladder fastened to the side of the boiulding and made his way to the roof. By this time the criminals had begon thier looting acrtivities, lost in thier lust for money they did not mnotice the man upon the roof rising into the air on some sort of platform-The Anglewing rose stealfily into the air and was soon swallowed by a much larger cradft which was floating silently above. "Frenchie! lay me down sopme cannon fire." Marc called out. "But Sir, I dont have a clear shot, foring now would only succeeed in sending the stage crasghing to the ground. And there are still several civilians standing upon it." The Anfgelwing was safely seccured within the launching bay and Marc was in the process of doning his 'hero' attire. "Danmit Frenchie, FIRE!" Moon Spell's command was obayed, sever bursts of cannon fire were released upon an unsuspecting crowd. Luckiliy for Marc's conscious (which could certainly use a break once and a while) the bursts were precise, hititing only the two sides of the massive pre-fabricated wooden stage. It was arisky undertaking but it certainly got the attention of the criminals down upon the ground. The few surprised award commitee memnbers had amble time to exit the stage, no sooner had the last foot stepped from the wooden surface and second burst of cannon fire was commanded. This time they would hit thier target, the suports used to hold up the srtage. The Riddler turned his head just in time to see the crumbling platform as it threatened to collaose on him-Though he was able to avoid being struck, his lackies werent as fortunate. Moon Spell had somehow managed to take out the majorit of the Riddlers cronies, though he still had their leader to contend with. Moon Spell ran to the rear of the Mooncopter and grabbed ahold of the ladder, pushing it out of the bay doors he used it like an old 'tire-swing.' With his feet planted securly upon the last ladder-step Moon Spell jumped into the opening in the floor of the copter. His final target-The Riddler. As Moon Spell swung his way into reconnition and praise he thought to himself. "I feel sorry for anyone else who thought they were going to be the one to save the day."

[bruce]

The two American soldiers rushedinto the library with thier weapons drawn and at the ready. Surproised that the action was up near the main entrence the soldiers had slid some distance across the marble floor before coming to a stop just 30 feet from the assailaent and his prisoner. "Halt. You there, put down your weapon!" The shorter of the two officersa called out the large man in the long black trenchcoat. Adalwolf raised his weapon and held it in a non threatening possition, though never relinqushing his firearm. Gottberg barked out a demand "Adalwolf speziellen Zweig 8675. Stand Down!" The two American soldiers immedaitey lowered their weaopons and then snapped to attention. "I am taking the boy into one of the private rooms. Do not disturb me." Adalwolf said before turning back to Gunter and placing the gun againghst his head. "Walk boy!" Came the command from the burly Nazi. The soldiers followed Adalwolf's demands and turned around to face the main entrence, theri weapons at the rady. Walter was now barred from the library, it was up to Abigial to think of a plan which could get Walter into the biulding.

[bruce]

15 blocks away in an abdanoned weare house a group of thugs have gather to hold a clandistine oraganization. Promenant members of this cabel are the head of weapons smugling and narcotics, Romando Delefema, prostitutuion and extorsion Edwardo Clementine. Topping off this ugly asembly of criminal scum is Phil Sanderson, head crime boss of the Gothem city. The purpose of this particualr meeting was to determin hiow thwe city would be divided up between the various bosses and underlings. To the task of preventing the criminals from taking over the entire city in every respect, Greeen Arrow's presence here is crucial, if only Batwoamn were here to assist. Along with these few majort crime bosses were several personal henchmen and at least a dozen or so lower class mafioso. It would take some planning, a bit of finesse and a lot of luck to accomplish what Green Arrorw is about to attempt. Luckily, as the saying goes "he can do wonders with paint and a brush." Well....Our little Green firiend, has a lot of deadly brushes with which to paint a great bloody picture. Green Arroqw was positioned on the upper most tier within the half completed bikulding whicg consisted mainly of an out frame, with little covering over it. Below him on the second tier was an assortment of hitmen and marksmen, all with guns fixed on those below, no doubt for protetion from one another. Green Arrow had his shots all layed out, ideally a single shot should accomplish two tasks, firstly, it should be unexpected and secondly, it should accomplish a goal. If he could swing it Green Arrow hoped he would be asble to take out two for one. Green Arrows shots always achieve the desired effect, and the saints willing, they shall do the same tonight, anything other then complete accuracy wil prove costly. The set up seemedconducive enought, six men on the second tier, five guys on the first and the big bosses and thier bodyguards on the ground floor. The supreme archer had settled on a two tir attack, he would take care of the enemies on each level by utilizing the piping which ran criss crossed from wall to wall on each level of the regtangler structure. Green Arrow that he would need a lttle added firepower for this venture, so he made sure he brought along his mincros propulsion units. He had attached one to each ancle and wrist. The wrist units which had been aligned to face outward from the palm raher then stright ourt from the fingertips, the ancle units were pre-positioned in a silair fashion so that the arrows would laughch stright out from the ancle, rather then from the bottoms of his feet. with the slightist twitch on the leg or arm would attivate these small arrrow propelling units. Green Arrow stood up upon the railing as he awaited the right moment, that time came when the argument over the riyghts to he city started to intensify. Choosing this mioment of to instigate his plan, the Green Arrow spread out his arms, closed his eyes and then leaned forward. Falling at a tottal freefall Green Arrow achieved an acrobatic combination of a full twist and a complete reversal, so that his legs now faced the floor not the cieling, this was the exact position he was in when he grabbed a hold of the first pipe, which luckily ran in a perfect line with the position of the first level. The vibration of his grip on the pipe instantly triggered the mechanism which launched the small arrows of the wrist and ancke units. All but one of the set of four arrows launched on that first offensive had hit thier intended targets, the foreheads of the second tier thugs. Green Arrow held fast to the pipe as his body made a single full turn around the pole, it was on the second rounding of the pipe that Green Arrow released his grip. The tweo remaining men on the second tier were kicked in the facce as Green Arrow flew feet first upon the second level. Wirhout hesitation Green Arrow took ahold on the railing and flipped over top, at midpoint when his feet were possitioned up toward the cieling, in an imprtessive hand-stand Green Arrow switched his left hand for his right. Now allowing himself to flip over he was in perfect position to swing down and onto the next level, where awaitied even more criminals. Green Arrow had managed to kick two of the men sqaur in the chest as the three of them were sent smashing into the wall, lucily Green Arrow had landed on top of the other two men and was spared the hard knock of hitting the wall. The two arrows which were always tucked into the boots ohis uniform were now pulled into action. While stil laying on the floor Green Arrow pulled his knees up to his chest for the corrct proportion of body weight, pushing his legs and upper body up and back, as he similtaniously placed his hands on the floor behind his head. By doing so Green Arrow was able to position himself in a hand-stand upon thev floor, throwing his legs out toward the open face of the second level the Green man set himself back on his feet. In the blurr of the movement the two remaining criminals failed to see Green Arrow grab those two pointed projectiles from his boots. In one swift motion he had thrown those razor sharp darts at the two beastly men stansding on either side of the second level. After taking those guys out Green Arrow set his sights on the ground level, but as he was about to tightrope a third railing when reinfoements showed up, blocking each exit from the first floor. A few additonal men had shown up to protect the three crime bosses, their ranks were now back up. One man on either side of the second level, three crime bosses with a henchmen each on the floor. Along side these came an additijnal pair of criminals, now totlalying ten men armed with semi-automatics. Green Arrow could really use some help..............

[bruce]

Thugs and brutes seemed to come out of every crevice in the building, the secrond tier, whuich had been cleared of enemies was now full of an assortment of criminals. "Where the hell is she?" Green Arrow thought angriliy. "She swore she would never be late again after that mishap with the Symbiote." Thinking further and growing even more angry. It wasnt so much having to fight more goons, its just that Green Arrow was hoping that he would be the one that bagged the big shots on the ground floor. Unlike Batwoman Green Arrow had a strong desire for ercognition, he alsways wanted to be the one in the spotlight, but it was always onwe of the others of his team rthat would get the accolylates. It was then that he heard the commotion of Batwoman arrival, looking over the edge of the railing of the second level platform Green Arrow saw Batwoman begin her assualt on the head haunchoes. "Damn it." unfortunatly there wasnt much he could do about it now, besides there were too many baddies to deal with at the moment. Green Arrow was blaocked by the criomainal who stood on each side of the second thier, and with nothing to latch onto he xccouldnt simoply swing his way out of danger. Turning in each direction Green Arrow studied the offensicve stance of the thugs as they slowy approacvched him, he had cast a few qiucjk glances over the railing to see if there was any piping beneath the second tier-There wasnt. "Oh well, I guaess Ill have to shoot my way out of here." Green Arrowed comminicated to himself as he loaded the first few arrows to his high-tech multible-shot bow. He then used the interface to program in the highest setting, the linbs of the bow retracted giving Green Arrow the tighest possible draw. With three deadly projectiles loaded Green Arrow fired his weapon, the highest setting was definiatly the way to go with this many enemies coming at once. His enemies werent impressed by Green's little arrows, how many of them could he kill anyway? He could only shoot three arrows at oany one time after all-And there were at least 15 of them making thier way to confrint him. They had become far more concerned however when with a twist and pronounced click Green Arrows bow switched from virtical to horizontal mode. These first three arrows ripped through the bodies of nine enemies in totasl. "I Guess three rows and single file wasnt a smart choice for an approach." By the time he had done away with these first few thugs Batwoman had already succesfully confronted the ground floor baddies-No glory for Green Arrow. He had paid far too much attention to what Batwoman was doing and as a result he was overrun with enemies, killing nine of them had helped, but that wasnt enough. Green Arrow was overpowered by his enemnies and after delivering several well placed blows to his body they picked him up bodil and tossed him over the railing. With a loud thud Green Arrow had hit the diort floor which lined the bottom of the structure, luckily he had landed on something which would absorbed some of the imapct, the closeness of the second tier in relation to the ground floor had helped out a lot as well. Green Arrow had the breath knocked out of him, biut he was fine otherwise and after a few seconds he managed to get to his feet.

[bruce]

An argument issued between Green Arrow and Batwoman, he had felt betrayed by her and she was getting pretty fed up with his qiuck temper. Surely theese were hard times, the city was nearly destroyed completely, its no doubt tentions would be running high. This was different though, Barwoamn and Green Arrow always had a bit of a rivelry goig on between them. Unfortunatly Green Arrorw wtook it far more serious then Batwoman, this would ogften lead to disagreents, but never anything really serious or harmful, there were no hateful or long lasting ill-feeling between them. Over the years of them working together at the ground level of crime fighting throughout Gothem, particially in the early days, this rivertly had inytensified; at least in the mind of Green Arrow. This was certailly not the right time to be having this heated conversation, there were still many enemies to face, but Green Arrow just could not let it go, the fact that he had been nearly beaten to a pulp by the degenerates on the second tier didnt help any. "I wanted to bust these greaseballs, but then you came along...a...an...and...." Green Arrow started to act peculairrt as he voiced his disapointment, he couldnt get the words out and it was opobviso that he was in some kind of pain. Batwoman wondered f it may have been the fall Green Arrow took of the second thier that was cdausing it. It suddenly became appaartnt that there was something far more distuerbing going on, susspecions which were proven true as Green Arrow clutched the sides of his eaching head and screamed a most bloodcurdling scream.

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Out in the far reaches of space something has just broken through into the universe of Earth-619, a being of such vast power that its presence could be sensed by anyone with sufficant capabilities. Unfortunaly, all the super-powered heros were gone from thier world and there was no one still remaining that could have warned them of its coming. Its transferance into this latest universe caused momuemntal shifts in the four fundemental forces which comprise all matter, particualy effected is the electromagnatic force and its related fields. In the past this being would use a Herald to proclaim his arrival upon a new world, but there were no more Haralds in its service and so it had resorted to choosing a member of the next rqace to be devoured.

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Green Arrow screamed out in pain. "It, .....its..............coming." The suddenness of this cry cuaght Batwoman and the crionals around them totatlly off-gaurd, as the all took a step back in unision from sheer surprise. Green Arrow had been chosen by the invading entity to proclaim its appearnce within the universe, the being had claimed him for its own, but before he vanished from sight he had uttered the name of the thing which had broken into thier reality. Taking a step toward Green Arrow Batwoman asked him as to whom he was referring, the question coming to him as a gentle wghisper into his left ear. Green Arrow, who had fallen to his knneees in agony now collaopsed to the dirt floor as Batwoman repeated the question, in more forcful manner, to which Green Arrow responded with a single word.

"GALACTUS"

[bruce]

Something strange was ererging from the merky water, a hideous creatceure beyond Moon Spell's expirienxce. He had come from a dimenttion in whicgh such aborations simply dfid not exist. His only run-in with such figure was jusr prior to his arrival, a being whos destruction culminated in Moon Spell's Mooncoptor flashing forard into this new dimention. He could by a first qiuck glance that this creature was very strong, though its expressions also gave off the look of a dim being, one which was far mosr animalisteixc then what its anthropodal form would suggest. Moon Spell wanted to asure his new found partners that he was no slouch when it came to battling foes, though he would do it his way. The first blow was delivered by the scally creature, completly as a result of Moon Spell's inactivity at that moment. He was known for his will in willingness to suffer the first strike at the hands of an enemy. The beasts body smashed into Moon Spell and sent him realing into a near by free-standing wall which had been partially destroyed. The two of them now wrestled about on the ground, kicking up the dust and debris which would obscure thier fight from everyone around them. In the haze and chas of the struggle Moon Spell managed to deliver several powerful blows which enabled him to gain the upper hand on Killer Croc. Once back on hia feet Moon Spell thought it might be time to rtest his latest hand weapon, what he called BlastKnuckles. Much like brass knuckles the weapon was slipped over the findegers and used to punch an emeny while delivering a powerful electic burst. Killer Croc had also gotten up from the ground and was ready to continue the fight. Now crouich down on all fours like savage frog Killer Croc leap toward Moon Spell, but his enemy was too fast for him; no longer willing to take another punch Moon Spell dove out of the way. Vast amounts of dust and dbreis filled the air once again as Moon Spell exucuted a manuaver which would place him back on his feet, Croc had also landed squarly. Moon Spell intentionally stood with his back to Croc as he awaited his enemies next move. It didt take long for Croc to cieze the oppertunity to strike, the green scaled creature lunghed toward the white clad hero, but before Croc could tacjled him Moon Spell had turned and counteacted the attack. Killer Croc's speed was impressive, he had gone from a crouching possition to a full run with arms and claws stretched out. Moon Spell immedaity recognized the perfect opening for a counteraction, choosing Croc's exposed midsection Moon Spell incompacitated Croc with a single blow to the ribcage. The ectric burst of 90,000 volts compounded the powerful pucnh and sent Killer Croc to his knees, the ectricity continued to shock him as he struggled to fight off its effects. Moon Spell now stood over his opponant and watched as Killer Croc fell to the ground and finally into unconsciousness.

[bruce]

From far beyond the Messier galexy (120 million light-years), a being with the most advanced form of teleephy known to any race; directs his attention toward two insignifiancant life forms, standing on a bright blue world. Using his ability of complete cosmic awareness Hyper-Galactus scans the minds of the two humanoids, penetrating the thoughts of the darkly clad human Galactus detects his deciet. Reaching for one of the levers before him Hyper-Galactus contemplates vanqiusing this dishonest and trecherous creature. Kevlar is spared obliteration, as Galactus calculates the expenddegture of enery which would have to be summoned in order to rip this insect from all of space and time. Hyper-Galactus knew that this creature and the rest of the human race will be dealt with soon enoung and so he pulls his hand away from the lever. His interest had been drawn away from the two creatures when he noticed the item that Kevlar had set upon the ground-He desired it.

[bruce]

Dr. Peter Wilhiem

39 years old

Baron Zemo VIIII

Male

Height
5'10"

Weight
183 lbs.

Eyes
Blue

Hair
Bald, shaves his head





Parents: Mother Superior (forcibly impregnated) by Helmut Zemo

Affiliation: Masters of Evil

Race: Caucassions



[Personality]:

The Baron spends most of his time in a great depression, having learned the terrible secret of his birth. Before he bacame insane from the grief that he felt Peter was an honest, yet somewhat mischivous young man. Peter is now a totally different person. He blames the world and the sick people who seem to inhabit it. Extremly clever and resoursful. Cruel, sadistic and cold, are his main traits.

Likes:

Not much, most things he likes are are purly self serving and benifet his own interests. On the more mundane front Peter likes dark rainy nights, gloomy rain slicked days. Chocolate and Rum (not in that order).

Dislikes:

Humanity, dishonesty (though higly hypocratical in this resprect), mistrust, dishonor and betrayal



[Ability Statistics][/size]

tools or weapons:

1. Napier sword
2. Energy staff (powered by two Moonstones) "if he can find them"
3. Utility belt with small canisters, each with a different funtion, including: Gas bomb to hide oneself in a cloud of smoke, Igniter bomb to blind an opponant and vanish qiuckly etc.
4. Assorted knives hidden in different places around his body
5. Specialized handgun, personally and perfectly designed for Peter's strenghts as a marksman
6. Wears circuitry in his hedgear guarding against psychic assault, sensors in his siut which help him detech enemies (only at close range)





Power or abilities
The Baron is searchging for Karla Sofen's moonstones, the alien power gems which will enable him to manipulate energy for effects such as strength/durability augmentation, gravity manipulation, light manipulation, each moonstone is a shard of a Lifestone derived from the Kree Tree of Life, but he needs both for full potentioal.


weaknesses:

His mahoj weakness is his impatients, and although he had enhanced phyical characteritics, the Baron is still a human being


Personal Traits:
Impaired Judgment, compulsive in many ways, obesesses over things

[Personal Background]


Biography:

For the last 20 years Peter Wilhiem's wherabouts were uncertain, he had dropped out of socity and adopted a new persona, living another life in a far off country. He was fully aware of the war which took his mother, and although it also took the life of his father he couldnt have cared less. The truth of his birth and the actions of his mother, haviong abandoned her unwanted offspring, had driven Peter insane was hate, disgust, and an inability to trust anyone. He knew the real inner self of every huamn being, which he precieved to be lustful, dishonest, betraying, deicitful, all human were dirt, scum, the dregs of the earth. His father, Helmut Zemo (13th Baron) was severly disfigured after unvieling his newest scientific breakthrough: Adhesive X, an extremely strong adhesive that could not be dissolved or removed by any known process at the time. Captain America tryied to destroy Zemo's limited supply of Adhesive X so that the Nazis could not use it against Allied troops, Captain America threw his shield to release the adhesive from its vat, onto the ground. However, Zemo was standing right next to the vat containing the chemical, which poured over his hooded face. The adhesive quickly seeped inside and permanently attached the hood to Helmut's flesh.

The Baron's own disfigurement came as a result of years and years of clawing at his features, this was the horrible extent of his hatred for his birthright and the accursed genes which he caried within his body. Peter's ofte confused pyhclogical state would be emphazied in his odd desire to adopt a person and uniform similiar to that of his father, whom he despised. This unofficial 14th Baron Zemo would project this great hatred for himsellf toward the rest of humanity.

[bruce]

"This is not happening!" Walter screamed ion his mind before he dropped to his knees at Abigail's side.

"Abby! Do not let go of the Blood Flag." Walter yelled to his nearly unconscious colleague.

Walter could not believe the speed at which the situation had deteriorated, Abigail was laying on the dirty concrete of the narrow alleyway, she was bleeding, dieing, but she had the flag. One of the downfalls of the flag's power is that it only raises the dead, not living and so Abigail had to in fact die before it would reveal its mystifying powers.

For some reason Walter's mind had become distracting by something which he had only caught a glimpse of during his tussle with Adalwolf. It was then That Walter's confidence in the powers of the Blood Flag began to waver.

"That Tricky bastard!!" Walter exclaimed in a whisper to himself-Now rising to his feet and walking over to the body of Gottberg Von Adalwolf.

Falling to his knees once again Walter probed the dead body of the large Nazi. 'Whats that? What is he wearing." Walter then pulled open the bulking corpses shirt to reveal something which Walter had heard about but had never actually seen.

"He is wearing some kind of bullet resistant.........Vest." It was then that Walter and Gunter, and even the half conscious Abigail learned that Adalwolf didn't have as much faith in the flags abilities as he had let on.

Then came to horror of his realization, he was now not so certain that the Blood Flag would function as had been claimed in the legends. Walter's head whipped to the right as he gazed upon the limp frame of his friend-For whom he had a secret love. The next few minutes were filled with tears uncertainty and dread as Walter and Gunter stood by and watched Abigail McHugh die from the gunshot to the heart.

Still on his knees in front of Adalwolf's corpse Walter could not bare it any long, his head now hung low as he wept. This day seemed rife with irony, first there was the discovery of Gottberg's special vest, the second in this series of strange hidden secrets was the disproportionate swath of fabric which the now deceased Adalwolf had torn from the Blood Flag.

The hole in the flag prior to it being divided into two pieces was much larger then the piece now aligned in Walter's front trouser pocket. Gottberg had only half of the excised portion of the Blood Flag, the other had been with used in a Nazi medical experiment prior to it being smuggled out of Germany. The test subject was right there on his knees beside Gotterg's lifeless body.

Walter had not been chasing Niclas Elberich around the world for the entire year in which he was absent from Marshall college, he had been dead. Walter had caught up with Niclas a mere 3 weeks after he had left Ireland, having been shot in the head by his enemy and left for dead. That is until some Nazi scientist and doctors got a hold of his corpse, for it was then that they experimented with a medical procedure known as Xenotransplantation, which is the transplantation of living cells, tissues or organs from one species to another.

The Nazi had a much better use for it however, and so they had experimented and then succeed in grafting non organic materials into the bodies of prisoners. This was exactly what had been done to Walter during that year, though he was not aware of this fact, and this is how he remains. The weight of worry and dread were suddenly vanquished from the minds of Walter and Gunter, the legends concerning the healing properties of the Blood Flag were indeed true.

In a matter of a few moments Abigail's life threatening wound began to heal-Although still very weak Abigail slowly regained consciousness. Overcome with joy and excitement Walter didn't even bother to get up on his feet, he instead crawled over to Abigail on his hands and knees and immediately took her hand in his.

Abigail was alive, but she now had a terrible burden to bare, she must remain in possession of a piece of the Blood Flag in order for it to sustain her life functions-If only they were aware of the procedure which Walter had gone through a year ago.

[bruce]

Dr. Hopkins smirked at the question. "Well, I tyhink that perhaps after the class is finished would be a better time to ask those types of questions. I mean we are concernwed with myth and legend here, this is not reality, obvislly such thiongs do not exist." The terachers remarks were recieved with a few laughs and giggles from some of the other studants. Irts not that the doctor meant to sound dismissive of the oung gilrs question, but it wasnt exactly the kind of question expecting. The lectures was coing to a close as Dr. Hopkins closed up his briefcase and took the last gulp of water from the tall glass which had been laid out for him at the begininng of his talk. The studants wrre in the process of gathering together thier personal beongings before moving on to thir next class, several of them were nowe heading toward the door. "Oh yes, before aI forget." The doctors raised voice caused everyone to stop thier exudos to listen. "You are all to gather in front of the administration biulding the day after tomowwror....Thursday, for those of you who have been too busy with your classes to know whast day it is. Remember you must all be outside before 5 am, the buses will not wait for the tardy." What the professor had not been informed of was the fact hardly any of the studants would be accomping him on the trip to Bannerman castle, the class was not a reqiurment and so most of the studants were simply not interested enough to wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning to visit some old rundown castle. "I will be waitng there for your arrival. See you then."