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DC Comics Noahide
Volume 4
Copyright 6186 SC / 2023 CE
Note: Characters from the DC Comics Universe remain the property of DC Comics. Publishing Rights of DC Comics Characters remain with DC Comics. These works fall under the classification of Fanfiction. The general conventions of online fanfiction is that it appears to be societally acceptable to publish fanfiction works online, in a not for profit scenario. Conventions can gradually become law. The main thing to consider in relation to fanfiction is whether it is an abuse of the creators rights, and whether it is an abuse of their properties credibility and reputation. On fanfiction.net a number of authors have stated their intention to not allow fanfiction of their works, and this is shown in a list on the website, and the website thus does not allow fanfiction work on their site of works based on those authors. The impression is that it is up to the actual author and creative workers and copyright and trademark owners of the property to decide for themselves whether they will allow fanfiction or not. This appears to be their legal right to decide. J K Rowling has given approval for fanfiction. J R R Tolkien while he was living also approved of the idea. From personal conversations, Piers Anthony is not keen on the idea. It would naturally vary from author to author. On fanfiction.net there is a plethora of DC Comics fanfiction, so it appears DC give approval to some degree of fanfiction of their properties.
STORIES
Alison Hell
Children of the Anima
Anima Reborn
Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda
Alison Hell 69
'It seems to me your soul is tempted by the dark side, Avrax,' said Alison Hell.
'There is a current residing of Thanagar in this dismal Xudarian city,' replied Avrax. 'Tis dismal I
tell you, as I smell Rann Citizens in some places, and gaining an upper hand in our diplomatic
endeavours will be more challenging. Nay, I despise not Rannians. They are just a pain in the
neck. Our divinities and knowledges are far supreme. I fly with the angels, I tell you. Rann uses
a ruddy jetpack. Pathetic. So if my sarcasm is dark, it is because our people are at war, and I
am suffering with them to vindicate Thanagar.'
'It's more than that. Last few day, bitch,' said Alison Hell. 'You were sparkfire. Happy. Full of
beans. But the other morning when you prayed I saw a shadow cross your face and you haven't
cheered up since.'
'It was deep prayer. Nothing more,' replied Avrax.
'Something grabbed you. Even Animistic energies might have been involved. I sensed a lot happening,'
replied Alison Hell.
'Bah. Think it nothing but a current fixation on our welfare. We have a tradestore in town, and are
importing fine Thanagarian goods. I am concerned for my community, and wish no blasted graffiti
from rival Rannians. It's nothing Alison. I'm fine.'
'So you say,' replied Alison. 'I'm jamming this afternoon with Boojum. Do you want to sing again.'
'Naturally,' replied Avrax. 'I'm thinking of releasing those covers from the other day on Xudars
Data Net.'
'Hey, no fair. That's Terran copyright,' replied Alison.
'Good luck enforcing that on Xudar, babe,' replied Avrax. 'They may be legalistic, but that will
probably work in my favour, actually. Already looked into it. Big focus on who claims the copyright
first will get the rights. Settlers mentality on first in first served.'
'Aware of that. Tomar Tu mentioned it in the discussions. Fine. But I'll be more careful in what
I get Slam to film in the future. Should be his legal rights. He did the filming.'
'But I was the main singer, and have the crux of the rights under Xudarian law, as you guys confessed
the tune was dedicated to me,' replied Avrax.
'Won't lie about it. Don't mind anyway. But I'll be more careful next time daughter of Thanager.'
Alison looked at Avrax. 'There's a darker spirit in you now. Something's changed.'
Avrax smiled, and sipped on Xudarian cola. 'I'm fine, Hellfire. You're paranoid.'
But Alison wasn't convinced.
The End
Alison Hell 70
'Who are those losers anyway?' asked Avrax the Thanagarian, smoking a ciggie, sitting on the edge
of a cliff looking out over Xen Ta city.
'Primitives according to Tomar Tu,' replied Alison Hell. 'But essentially Xudar's naturalist society.'
'Why do you want to hang around them?' asked Avrax.
'Anima and I befriended them,' replied Alison. 'They recently migrated up to the high ground for
the summer season. When it cools down they'll go back to their regular home.'
'I see,' replied Avrax. 'Hey, the calendar was cool. You put me centre stage.'
'The fans want to see more of you,' replied Alison. 'They think you're in the band now.'
'Well aren't I?' queried Avrax.
Alison leaped off the ledge and burned brightly as Hellfire. 'Avrax the Thanagarian. You are just
not cool enough for Boojum. We are head and above the best Thanagar can throw at us. Second
rate.'
'I'm not really a singer,' sighed Avrax. 'It's a talent. But I'm a community leader. My people look
to me to carry our cause. We're too outspoken to be on Thanagar at the moment. Various figures
suggested we make ourselves scarce. While the holy war with Rann goes on.'
'That doesn't surprise me,' replied Alison Hell, landing back on the cliff ledge, resuming normal form.
'Just the way I am,' replied Avrax. 'Dad raised me in the cult. It sunk in. Things I agreed with
anyway. But it's too much passion at the moment on Thanagar. We've lots who've left the homeworld
to drift for a while. They don't want any more heat, and we bring too much of that.'
She butted out her ciggie, and said 'Let's go hassle the primitives.'
'Fine,' replied Alison.
They returned to the camp of the naturalist Xudarians, and Avrax started preaching at them about
wearing clothing. She'd already studied Xudarian language before her community had migrated
to Xudar, and had little problem talking to them. They were unimpressed, though, with her
religious legalism.
'We have our way Avrax,' one said. 'This is how we choose to live.'
'It's basic and insulting to intelligent life,' replied Avrax. 'So simplistic. It's embarrassing, you
know. Even Rannians would mock you for this behaviour.'
'She's an idiot,' aid a young Xudarian, walking away.
'I think you're wasting you're breath,' replied Alison. 'Why would you care anyway. They aren't
harming you.'
Avrax stared at them all, and sat down, crossed legged. 'Give me strength ultimate deity,' she said
quietly. Alison watched as Avrax prayed quietly. After a while she stood and looked around.
“I am serene,' she replied. 'These people have been lectured. The righteous in the universe have
done their work for the moment. The pagans have a new lesson.'
'Funny,' replied Alison. 'One way of looking at it.'
'I'll be back, bitches,' said Avrax, as she started walking away. They left the community and returned
to the cliff edge.
'You are zealous,' said Alison.
I do what the universe wants me to do,' replied Avrax. 'Somebody has to.'
'Really?' replied Alison, staring at the Thanagrian zealot. She was indeed a passionate personality.
The End
Alison Hell 71
They were back in the village.
'See this,' said Avrax. 'This is Turga Flax. It grows around here.'
The Villagers looked on. Avrax started weaving the flax strips slowl. A few hours passed, and
she had weaved a basic skirt.
'Come here,' she said to a young female Xudarian. The lass came forward. Avrax tied the skirt
around her waist and tied it up with some more of the flax.
'It's not hard to make these things,' said Avrax. 'At least do that much for Xudarian society.'
'We are a quiet people,' said a Xudarian elder. 'We have old ways.' He scratched his chin.
'Elka Su. Do you think you have the energy to weave these things?' he asked.
'Maybe in the cool of the evning,' replied Elka Su. 'It doesn't look like too much effort. It
might be a relaxing and calming thing. It looks natural enough.'
'We have a lot of such things in Earth's cultural history,' said Alison.
'So do we,' said Avrax. 'Natural societies just don't have to be butt naked. They can at least
wear some basic clothing.'
'I think I can manage it,' said Elka Su to the elder.
'We'll think it over, Avrax,' replied the Elder.
'That would be fabulous,' replied Avrax. 'Come on Ali. Let's get a burger.'
Alison and Avrax walked slowly back into Xen Ta city, and she picked up her purse from
the Xendark Building. They made it to the cafe, and ordered their meals.
'You have a calling, do you?' asked Alison.
'All citizens of the universe have a calling,' replied Avrax. 'They just don't listen to the spirit.'
'I see,' replied Alison. She ate her burger, and looked at the serene Avrax. She seemed to know
her mind and had purpose in life. Serving God or the universe and, in her mind, making it a better
place. Alison had recently concluded that such things didn't matter that much in the end. But
this Thanagarian zealot didn't seem to agree. Fascinating. Something she might have to give
some thought to.'\
'You are quite the Thanagarian, aren' you dear Avrax.
'I try,' replied Avrax and lit up anoter cigarette.
Alison Hell was quite amused.
The End
Alison Hell 72
'What are you doing?' asked Avrax.
'Setting up camp,' said the worker.
'Those machines are huge,' replied Avrax.
'It's a big planet,' replied the worker.
'People live here,' said Avrax. 'These naturalists have their society here. You can't just come in
and take over.'
'Tell it to the bossman,' said the Worker.
'And who is he?' asked Avrax.
'The Scarlet Skier,' said Alison Hell. 'He serves Mr Nebula.'
'And what does this Mr Nebula want?' asked a ticked off Avrax.
'To redesign the planet. With good taste,' said Alison. 'His powers are vast. Xudar doesn't have
much ability to stop him. He does this everywhere.'
'Right,' said Avrax. 'What will happen here?'
'This place is poor taste,' said a figure dressed in read, approaching them. 'Mr Nebula has set up
camp here to get the project underway. We'll shape up this neighbourhood and get the whole planet
done in mere months. Vast improvements coming. Much progress.'
'But these people live here,' said Avrax.
'You can't stop progress. And good taste,' replied the Scarlet Skier.
'Beast,' shouted Avrax. 'I'll do something about this.'
'You do that. But I'm busy. Work to do.'
Alison and Avrax watched on as the workers continued setting up their land-altering devices, ignoring
the primitives, treating them as if they didn't exist.
'They are insensitive to these people,' said Avrax.
'Like they don't even care about how these people like to live, huh?' asked Alison.
'Exactly. It's terrible,' said Avrax. 'Terrible.'
'Really,' replied Alison.
They watched on as the workers continued.
'I'll sort out this Mr Nebula,' fumed Avrax.
'That should prove interesting,' smiled Alison. A lesson from the universe was going on here. Alison
was quite impressed with the Spirit of things. Quite.
The End
Alison Hell 73
'How about Crimson Hexagonal?' asked Mr Nebula.
'A particular favourite' commented the Scarlet Skier.
'The design is nice,' said Elka Su the Xudarian.
'You would think so,' stated a community elder.
'What exactly do you get out of this, Mr Nebula?' asked Avrax the Thanagarian.
'A better galaxy,' replied Mr Nebula. 'Goddess Greta is always commending my work, and this King Kosmos has
a new contract waiting me when I've finished here.'
They were in Mr Nebula's Command Craft, high above Xen Ta city, the Xudar project's base of operations. You could
literally see in the distance machines at work, transmogrifying the Xudarian terrain. Mr Nebula had the project well
under way.
'Of course Crimson Hexagonal barely arises in nature,' said Alison Hell.
'Pfft,' said Mr Nebula. 'That is of no grave concern. The grand architect of the Milky Way certainly had interesting
ideas in his layout, but I can do better. Far better. This world is dismal. In great need of alterations.'
'So we need to improve the natural world do we?' asked Alison Hell, looking at Avrax while talking to Mr Nebula.
'Of course we do. How could we do anything but?' asked Mr Nebula. 'Progress is inevitable. Every society faces
up to its responsibilities to have better taste in the end. It's the way of the world.'
'It's nice,' said Avrax, looking out over the changes being made. She looked at Avrax. 'Making changes. Whether
people really like it or not,' said the Thanagarian.
'Oh, it is inevitably in their best interests,' replied Mr Nebula. 'We are just facilitating their future ambitions. They all
come around in time. Every society.'
'Course,' said Avrax, looking at Elka Su in her skirt she had weaved for her. 'Course they do.'
The machines carried on, and Crimson Hexagonal was agreed upon for a certain nearby architectural design.
'Xudar will be marvellous when I'm finished with her,' said Mr Nebula.
'Course,' replied Avrax.
They watched a while, and Mr Nebula, having now addressed the pesky Hellfire and Avrax, who had buzzed around
his command ship, bothering his crew, excused himself, and the Alison Hell with Avrax and Elka returned in a
pod to the naturalists community.
'Progress. Wonderful isn't it, Avrax?' said Alison.
'Course,' replied the Thanagarian, looking up at the grand and stylish command ship of the fabulous Mr Nebula. 'Course.'
The End
Alison Hell 74
Wild Beasts. Everywhere. Wild and wily beasts. And trees and shrubs and pink and purple skies. Rivers and hills,
rocks and hollows. Primitive world. Primitive Xudar. Arkana Xudar. Avrax lay down on her stomach and sipped
water from the stream. She was naked, but had reeds about her waste, as she felt self-conscious somewhat about
her nakedness.
'Hey, bitch. Serve us,' said the figure again. She glared at the man.
'Avrax serves Avrax,' replied the Animistic expression of Avrax the Thanagarian.
'We are the ruling class of Xudar. We are the Archai. Serve us Avrax. We could use you.'
'Where do you rule?' she grunted. 'It is all wild.'
'We have – places. Here and there – places. Xudar is not that simplistic anymore. It's dreaming is ancient, but
they have a peculiar way about them. They tend to leave things be quite very much. Accepting things the way
they are. They progress. But its a natural thing in them. We see them, the primitives of their world. Still the same.
Still unchanging. Xudar in its raw form. Perhaps in its perfect form.'
'I am Thanagarian. Leave me alone Archai of Xudar.'
'Yet Xudar is your home,' said the man, now approaching. 'You were born here. Not on Thanagar. You are one
of us.'
'You insult me Xudarian. I am proud and I am strong.'
'But your birth is Xudar. Serve us. We will make you prouder and stronger.'
'Leave me be,' she said, and sipped on more water.
'I am not your enemy Avrax,' said the figure.
'You are hardly my ally,' she replied.
'No. But we can be. In Xudar physical there is the reality of your being. You could meet her. We could arrange
such a thing. If you serve us.'
'I am the reality of Avrax,' replied the Thanagarian spirit.
'You are an expression of her. But you can meet her. We can take you to her. If you serve us.'
Avrax looked at the figure. 'You can?'
'Yes,' he replied.
She stared at him. 'Leave me alone. I'll think about it.'
'Very well,' he replied. 'Well find you soon. You will join us. What else you going to do? Make reed skirts
the rest of your days and hunt rabbits?'
'Whatever,' replied Avrax. The figure left. Avrax sipped on more water and looked at the pink and purple skies.
Archai of Xudar? Beneath her. But to meet her true self. That was something to consider.
The End
Alison Hell 75
'The Gold Skier,' said Alison Hell.
The Scarlet Skier looked at his cards. 'He's a cousin of mine,' said the Scarlet Skier. 'He has a style about him.'
'Really?' replied Alison. 'And who does he serve exactly?'
'Well there's a green skier too. Another skier,' said the Scarlet Skier.
Courtney Mason looked up from her cards at the Scarlet Skier. 'Gold, Green and Scarlet?' she asked the Scarlet Skier.
'The Trinity of Space Highways Skiing Perfection. That damn Czarnian thinks he's the coolest. With his damn Dolphins. Skiers rule, Anima. Skiers rule.'
'I skiied as a kid,' said Alison Hell. 'Not much good at it. Had a boyfriend up on the slopes once. It was a fling.'
'We've been roped into duties for Mr Nebula. He's quite a passionate boss about his work,' said the Scarlet Skier.
'Very zealous,' said Alison Hell.
'Yeh, he's spirit filled,' said Anima. 'A real comedian.'
'Pays the bill, though,' said the Scarlet Skier. 'Tough galaxy at times. These days Andromedans, the cream of them, getting a lot of the top jobs. Have to pay the bills someway.'
'Avrax likes your outfit,' said Alison Hell. 'Reminds her of some of the clerics outfits in her order. The Doomsday Sect. Preachers of Judgment and Hellfire and Brimstone.'
'Bet that gets you there,' said Anima, looking at her cards.
'Sometimes,' replied Alison. 'But I prefer rainbows these days.'
'Course,' said Anima. 'Who doesn't.'
'Rainbows are Super. They are everlasting, you know,' said Alison Hell.
'Xudar gets rainbows,' said Tomar Tu.
'Rainbows get everywhere,' said the Scarlet Skier.
'A universal sign,' said Alison Hell. 'They are perpetual. Constant. Enduring. Doomsday's just kill all the Super things in the world. It's a stage were we can all play. Got no reason to leave her.'
'Neither me, quite frankly,' said Anima.
'Doomsdays are pretty bad things,' said Alison Hell. 'Of course, the devil is to blame for it all. He should really just disappear at the end of all things into the great Beyond. If the presence had any sense he'd teach him a lesson, and push him on to a new scene.'
'He'd only come back with a new scene of fresh jazz,' said Anima.
'Course,' replied Alison Hell. 'Bloody Samael. Thinks he's the coolest. Hellfire's the coolest, dude. Tougher than you, dude.'
'He'd probably say Hell ain't cool or something witty like that,' replied Courtney.
'Yeh, he probably would,' agreed Alison Hell.
'Who is Samael?' asked the Scarlet Skier.
'Fallen Angel,' replied Alison Hell. 'Goes by the name of Lucifer Morningstar. The Presence chatted to me about him for a while. Said his son had issues. Right up there, he said. Ego personified. Out to kill God practically. Must have had some childhood trauma or something.'
'Childhoods are a wonderland, but dark spirits often pervade,' said the Scarlet Skier.
Courtney looked at her cards. 'Yeh, they do,' she finished.
The played silently for a while. 'I had a dream,' said Alison Hell.
'About what?' asked Anima.
'Daniel of the Endless. The Sandman. Called me a tough bitch. All fired up,' replied Alison Hell.
'Yeh. Funny,' said Courtney Mason. 'I was always kind of partial to that Morpheus fellow though. Wonder what happened to him.'
'Probably in retirement. Fishing in Alaska. With a Shaman or something. Collecting transformers,' said Alison Hell.
'Yeh,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Classic.'
The End
Alison Hell 76
'Who is Jesus?' Alison Hell asked the Presence.
'Upstart Jew who thought he was the Messiah,' replied the Theophany of God, the Presence. 'Pushed hard in prayer and built the Christian Church. The correct faith is Torah. The correct covenant for Mankind is the Rainbow Covenant. The Abrahamic peoples have a covenant for the land from the River of Egypt to the River Euphrates. The Correct application of faith is the plain meaning of following the Rainbow Torah which is Genesis 1:1 – 11: - from Creation to the Tower of Babel. These are the core requirements for mankind. After the Covenant was given Mankind developed Nations. These nations have various ways of organising themselves. They are in control of how they go about this affair. There is no set mandate for how they organise this affair. The Rainbow Covenant is Everlasting – Eternal. The Rainbow Torah applies perpetually. There is no specific mandate on how much it should be studied. From time to time is an approach which works for a lot of people.'
'I need hot chocolate,' replied Alison Hell. She went to the Kitchen are in the Xendark building and began making hot chocolate. When she came back to where they played cards the Presence was gone, and Animus and Anima were chatting.
'He's an amusing guy,' replied Anima. 'Very funny ideas. I prefer Rainbows and Catholic Church at times. My preference for Animistic Interactivity.'
'If it works for you,' replied Alison Hell. She looked at Animus. 'What works for you, dude?'
'Eating people,' replied Animus.
Alison and Anima looked at Animus. 'Hey, kidding. Watched a Venom movie the other night. It was a hell of a rush.'
'Funny,' replied Anima.
'Don't eat people, Animus. Bad. Very bad,' said Alison.
'I'll keep that in mind,' replied the Animus.
The Presence walked in. 'Oh, Lucifer Morningstar was under the impression at times I was part of a triune godhead. Mistken thinking.'
'Right,' said Alison.
'No problems,' replied Anima.
'Enjoy church,' said God to Anima, and left.
'Funny,' said Anima.
'Funny,' said Alison Hell.
'Let's play strip poker,' said the Animus.
'You're already naked,' said Anima.
'Yep, there's nothing in it for us,' said Alison Hell.
'Pretty much. But seeing you two in the buff could be a thrill.
Silence.
'What species are you exactly?' Anima asked Animus.
'Animus,' replied Animus.
'Course,' said Anima. 'Explains everything. Get thrills from seeing homo sapiens naked, do you?'
Animus smiled. 'Monkeys with no hair. With tiny little fuzzzy bits. Amusing,' said Animus.
'Laugh riot,' said Anima.
'No, I don't think so Animus,' said Alison Hell.
'Aww, go on,' said Animus.
Alison flashed her tits at Animus.
'Made my day sweetheart. And you Anima?'
Anima looked at Alison. 'I can't believe you did that. Rude, Animus. Rude.'
'It made my day,' replied Animus.
'Deal the cards, freak,' said Anima.
And on they went.
The End
Alison Hell 77
Animus stood in the farmer's field on the outskirts of Xendark City where Slam Shiner and Professor Dred had combatted Lauraxx the Archai and the Arkana's Avraxx. He looked at the Harvester. Graffitti and a damaged roof. He opened a portal and disappeared into Xudar's Arkana. He came into the wild of Xudar's Arkana. The sky was purple and green. Wild Beasts were roaming around. He smelled the Air. He could detect a hint of Avraxx. He walked for a while and found her seated by a tree, snoozing.
'Avraxx,' said Animus.
She opened her eyes. 'What do you want, Animus?'
'Life needs excitement. The Arkana is dreaming and we have a purpose with reality. Destruction is not the objective. Activity and life – the dream continuing is. The Dream is Eternal. Life is Eternal. We work through phases of growth and development.'
'Why do you want to tell me this?' asked Avrax.
'Seeds of knowledge. Your job is to process the information and reach conclusions. The Arkana will develop and complexity will arise. A more satisfying experience.'
'I understand,' replied Avraxx.
'Travel to Thanagar and import a few Thanagarian Works. Set them with a religious Xudarian congregation and speak of a special mystery from the universe which needs the keys to unlock it. Bullshit like that usually works with the simpletons. In this you will gain Thanagarians of Xudarian influence which will emerge in Arakana of Xudar in time. This will give you company and happiness.'
'I understand,' replied Avraxx.
'Plan the project well. Don't let on. Be subtle-like. People are dumb. They are impressed by missions from the universe and special destinies. It's how religions often grow. Get to it.'
'Kapice, big guy,' replied Avraxx.
And Animus returned to reality to catch up with Anima.
The End
Alison Hell 78
'Well, team,' said Ted Kord. 'Nice to be back on Xudar. Been speaking with Tomar, and he tells me the final concert went well. By the looks of it, main goals and objectives met.'
'By the looks of it,' said Alison Hell. 'What next Teddy Boy?'
'Payday,' replied Ted. 'Back on Earth. Spend it wisely. Money doesn't grow on trees you know.'
'I pity you Ted Kord. You'll have to put up with me on the trip back to Earth. I'm too depressed to live without my girls.'
'Your girls,' said Courtney Mason to the Gray Man.
'Yeh, who else,' said Alison Hell. 'He's an old fart who needs some friends. He's funny.'
'King Kosmos,' said Slam Shiner. 'This issue is coming up soon. The actual beginning of the official program.'
'I have a little faith in Queen Bee and her team,' said Ted Kord. 'Pretty sure she'll get the deal out of Kosmos. This won't be in vain. I mean, it wasn't. Earth culture expanding to Xudar seems to have been well received. We have new intergalactic friends. That's a positive regardless.'
'Very much so,' said Tomar Tu.
'We best get going then,' said Judy.
'We best get going,' said Liv.
They boarded the M7 and Ted got it going. Soon it was in space, the journey back to Earth begun.'
'Whatcha gonna do first,' said Courtney to Alison.
'Look up Cullen,' said Alison. 'Miss him a bit. You.'
'Prometheus caught up with me the other day. Said he has business on Xudar. Told him I was going back to Earth shortly and he said he'd find me.'
'What is hothead doing on Xudar?' asked Alison.
'Building his cult again,' said Anima. 'Wants Xudarians to the wisdom in his philosophy. He got permission from Xudarian Authorities with specific restrictions. He's not that legal a citizen on Earth, and there is a watchdog assigned to monitoring him.'
'He's up to no good,' said Alison.
'Course he is,' said Anima. 'But that's hothead. He's a crazy guy with messed up views. I love him though.'
'Really,' said Alison.
'Yeh. Just cuts me in my heart. Just cuts me there. Cut me in half and went on doing it. Can't help myself.'
'Right,' said Alison. 'Well, I have a plan. On certain objectives. We went to hard. Need to mellow. But Mr Lex is not going to get his way.'
'We'll get back to Arkana soon enough,' said Anima. 'Sparkle will accept us after we've learned a lesson of not upsetting the apple cart too much. Change takes time.'
'I'll phone every day,' said Alison.
'I'll answer too,' said Anima.
Alison turned and looked out the window. Boojum had had a decent tour, with a lot of other interesting adventures on Xudar. But life had brought her home, and she was now interested in perhaps hooking up with the real Cullen Row. He didn't seem to mind her. It could be – something.
The End
Alison Hell 79
'I mean, I could fuck you. The penis goes in the vagina right? Not up the anus?' said Cullen Row.
Alison stared at Cullen. 'Yep, yep. You've got me there. It goes in the vagina.'
'How we make make a baby, right,' said Cullen. 'I mean gay people are biologically capable of making babies. My pentecostal friends informed me of that. I did not actually know that fact.'
'Really,' replied Alison Hell.
'Yeh. Amazing. Baby making. I was lying there, on the bed, looking at the ceiling. And I was puzzling. Now where do babies come from? I was thinking that. The stork? No. That must be a fable. But a chick from Potters House Pentecostal Church rocks up and says, I heard you were gay. I suppose you don't actually know how they make babies. Gay people can have babies to. Jesus says so. The Bible says it. I believe it. It's true. And I said to her, Jesus said that gay people can make babies too. The Gospels say that? And she nodded her head and went, uh huh. Gee. Amazing I said. Making a baby. What will they think of next. So, you know, that was lika an epiphany, Alison. Making a baby. A new thing for the gay community. We'd never of thought of that. So I asked her, how do you make a baby. And she whispered in my ear you put your willy wanker in her ginny winny and thrust a bit. Magic happens after that. No, I said. Your kidding right. And she informed me that you can't make gay babies by going up an anus. That's not biology, she said. And you know what, Alison Hell. I was flabbergasted. Making a baby. So, right. The penis goes in the vagina. And I thrust a bit.'
Alison stared at Cullen. She bit on her apple. She sat down on the bed. 'It was just an idea. We could use a condom.'
'Not sure the Catholic Church would approve of that one. Every sperm is sacred right?'
'Yeh. Yeh, every one of them. Look, never mind. We can just be friends,' said Alison.
'Maybe we could be rude. I'll think it over,' replied Cullen.
'Yeh,' said Alison, and bit on her apple. She looked at Cullen's bed. 'It's a nice bed,' she said.
'Are you trying to seduce me Alison Hell?' asked Cullen Row.
'Cullen Row, I have not been with a man in 6 months. Joe Public was amusing, but I am starting to get urges,' replied Alison.
'Who's Joe Public?' asked Cullen Row.
'This dude. Hangs with Batman,' replied Alison.
'I know Batman ,' said Cullen.
'No kidding,' replied Alison. 'Come on, give me a bit honey.' Alison put her hands around Cullen Row's neck. 'Dance with me baby.'
'I'm technically a virgin with women, you know,' replied Cullen Row.
'Well I'll introduce you to forbidden fruit, gay boy,' replied Alison.
She did. They did use a condom. Alison had one. Alison felt relieved. Cullen was now officially – amused.
The End
Alison Hell 80
Alison settled back in her chair. She had money now. Lot's of money. Great financial reward from Kord Industries for her service on Xudar. And she'd bought suits, and moved into a new apartment in Gotham City, not far from Cullen Row. And now she was working at Tellus Industries in Gotham City, doing research into dreams and accessing the Arkana. She needed to get back there, but Anima had informed her Animus would not give Boojum access for a long time. Damn it, she thought to herself. She had 5 million bucks. She'd buy a job with Tellus, and see what she could get done. She'd spent the last week pouring over the notes of Maxilla Yale. Interesting stuff. She'd had email chats with Kyle Woodleaf on the Dream Machine, and one had been set up in the Research Department of Tellus. Now she was studying Justice League Society notes on the Boom Tube device, an article written by Mister Miracle, which Courtney had negotiated to get her access to. And while Alison Hell was not a degree student, she wasn't exactly thick. She was smart and savvy and new how to get by in life. She'd promoted this idea to Tellus – that she was smart enough and after a few weeks of study she'd damn well know enough anyway because she was motivated, had personal interest, and did well enough in high school for the essential scientific understanding she would need. Give me a go, she said. I'll work for free for a year, she said. They said, sure. Why not. And she got started on the job. She was up to dimensional access technological papers from various academic journals. With Tellus own date, she was pushing ahead with the inquiries into knowledge to get the job done. There were figures who'd already developed technology to access the Arkana. She knew some basic ideas, but was studying hard, thinking hard, chatting with Kyle Woodleaf most mornings online, and getting on with the job. The philosophy of Alison Hell for life these days was this – morally, she would function well enough with the Rainbow Covenant. Her living partner she was aiming at Cullen Row. It was just in her blood now – no real point in changing that objective, despite the challenges involved. But she wanted to connect with Cullen Row of the Arkana as well. Not really as a lover, but because she missed him. And a few of the haunts of Arkana, including the Tenement, which she missed. It was her home also – a piece of her heart was there – so stuff Animus fussiness, she'd work it out herself regardless so she could gain permanent access rights with her own portal device. So the study went on and, for the time being Alison Hell was happy and busy enough with life.
The End
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Family. Parents. Siblings. Christmas. Cullen Row. Gay Cullen Row in a jumper with christmas decorations on it. Meeting parents. Swearing he is very keen on me. Bullshit. He just likes to shoot the shit. I sit there, chatting away. Uncles. Aunts. Cousins. Christmas. Cullen, he I like. The family? Don't get me wrong, I like my family. They're great. But, you know, seriously. I'm used to a lot more than reruns of white picket fences now. Life got weird. Anima showed up again. It got weirder. Entered the Arkana. Then off to Xudar. Now Dreamworld Access Research, and dating a gay man, teaching him naturalistic gay conversion therapies. Well, not really. Mainly just like the dude enough and fuck the LGBTI brigades born this way spiel. Couldn't care that much anyway. So, for now, Tellus is the fix Alison Hell is using to get by in life, and the old drugs are mostly forgotten. Life's approximately interesting now. I don't really know what dreams are still to come. I imagine there probably are many of them. But the ones my brave heart has unearthed in this life have been fascinating. Maybe I'm fearless. Maybe Taylor Swift is my passion too. Meeting Dragonheart was certainly an experience. But me and my life? So many things I've done. So many yet to do. Never boring, always passionate. Just about satisfied. Wonder what Dane is up to though?
'Alison. Your daydreaming.'
'Uh, oh sorry Aunt Petunia.' And Alison Hell got on with her Christmas Lunch and Smalltalk and the world turned.
The End
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'Cullen Row. I need to be a mother,' said Alison Hell. 'Alison Row sounds just fine. So propose to me,' said Alison Hell.
'I'll propose to you soon enough Alison,' replied Cullen.
'You will,' she said.
'Indeed,' he replied. 'But for the time being I'm working in my new job.'
'Which is?' replied Alison.
'Milk Man at Gotham Milk,' replied Cullen.
'Oh,' said Alison. 'Grunt work dude.'
'Pretty much,' replied Cullen. 'Pays the bills though.'
'Right,' said Alison.
Alison drifted away from Cullen Row that afternoon, off to Gotham Pier. Courtney Mason showed up, having made an arrangement to meet her there.
'How we going to manage the budget?' she asked Courtney. 'His wage ain't that great. I can only contribute 49% of the family income as a maximum.'
'That's enough for a basic rental in Gotham,' said Anima. 'Encourage him to save carefully. Put a bit aside each week. You should be able to shop wisely enough. Bread, Butter, Jam, Peanut Butter, Milk, Cereal, Sugar, Tea & Coffee. Packet Soup Mixes. McDonalds once a week to get your meat. Should be fine. Discipline that saving in him. You'll get a property together in about 20 years. Be careful, and you'll get the job done.'
Alison took out her notebook and wrote down those ideas. 'Yeah, that should work. I'll keep my own stuff in my apartment and only visit it occasionally. Keep it separate enough. He doesn't really care anyway. Doesn't bother him that much.'
'I think Cullen gets buzzes out of life from other things,' said Courtney. 'He's got a plan slowly developing. He's a really nice guy. You got a good one.'
'I've always thought so,' replied Alison Hell. 'I'll await his proposal, and get on with work at Tellus. I will get him to visit me at Tellus though. Don't mind talking work with him.'
'Wise bitch. Wise,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Good luck. It's a brave new adventure.'
'That it is,' said Alison Hell. 'That it is.'
The End
Alison Hell 83
Alison sat at her PC at Tellus. She looked at the diagram of the brain on the screen.
'Brain Activity in the Animistic Sensory Regions,' she said to Courtney Mason. 'Fascinating study.'
'Right,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Every human has animistic sensory regions.'
'We all do,' replied Alison. 'When it's paid attention to you become a bit more sensitive to it. Like Blind people have heightened hearing. It's more noticeable. What seems to trigger Anima is unique life experiences. Things which change a person from their previous direction. Parasite blood injected new shit into you Courtney Mason. It opened up connections ultimately to the Animistic Realm and the appearance of the Animus.'
'What was in the blood?' asked Courtney.
'The life of the creature. It's bloodline history and attitudes and feelings. The creature which bit into you imparted a whole variety of stuff.'
'Right,' replied Courtney.
'It's interesting,' said Alison. 'Recently you've undergone even more strengthening of your Animistic Energies. This seems to be the natural progress the life within you is taking you. The interactivity through the life of the Parasite and the Bloodline Life of Willow and Dwight Mason with your own experiences has created a really volatile bloody mix sweetcheeks. And I'm not sure it's over yet. The Parasites are a pretty advanced alien race. They have a lot of advanced technology and very sarcastic approach to life. Probably real crazy like. There is some shit in you. Let's put it that way.'
'No kidding,' replied Courtney Mason the Anima.
'So the research goes on, and I'll continue to make mental notes in our friendship Courtney. I'll watch you babe, and see how things go.'
'Glad you have my back, Alison. You've always been a good friend. Right from the start,' said Courtney. 'Well, is Cullen coming around today?'
'On his lunch break,' replied Alison. 'He has agreed to visit twice a week. We eat in the canteen, chat, and he buses it back to his work. We're getting along ok. Talking a lot of books at the moment. We made a pact. I'll read his books and he'll read mine. This way we have common knowledge and better unity. The marriage should work a bit better then with more mutual understanding.'
'Wise,' said Courtney. 'I'll remember that for hothead.'
'You do that, babe,' replied Alison Hell.
The End
Alison Hell 84
'Why is he called the Gray Man?' asked Cullen Row watching TV and eating his chops, peas and mashed potato in the Row's rented apartment in Gotham City.
'It's his thing,' replied Alison, biting into her chop, grease all over her hands.
'You cook these well, Alison. Well done. Much more like it,' said Cullen.
'I give 'em hell babe,' replied Alison. 'The Grey Man is a servant of the Lords of Chaos. He has powers to change things with his technology. Similar somewhat to the tech used by that Deconstructo Dude in Justice League Europe. I don't know his full story. He's been into a spiritual rebirth in recent times, and has found God and a fresh sense of zeal for his humour. He's enjoying life again. Seems to have a destiny of sorts. Apparently Doctor Fate has an interest in the dude. Likes being a weatherman now. Loves to announce storm clouds. Loves when its gray and rainy. Very much makes his day.'
'Gets him there, huh,' replied Cullen.
'Something like that,' said Alison. 'Loves dominoes. Loves to play that in clubs and taverns and pubs and things. Sits there, talks his bullshit, and he's happy. Happy with the company. He rocked up to Xudar, so he told me, because he made friends with Boojum and some other guys up there. He's finding connections these days. A bit happier with his lot in life. Life still cares about him by the looks of it. Not finished with the Grey man yet.'
'I love his demeanour. Severe mockery. Very cool,' said Cullen Row.
'He had a big adventure with the Justice League International,' said Alison. 'I read up on that. He told me a bit of the story. Fascinating guy really.'
'Wonder what's next in his life,' said Cullen.
'He'll probably just do his weather reporting. Courtney sees him at a club and plays dominoes with him regularly at the moment. She cares a bit about the silly sausage. He's has some endearing qualities. Despite becoming quite bloody diabolical at times.'
'Funny,' said Cullen.
'Yeh,' replied Alison Row.
The End
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'So he proposed last night,' said Alison. 'I said yes of course. The wedding is in 3 weeks. We're going to the celebrants office with a basic ceremony. I've asked a Catholic Priest in town if he can proxy for the celebrant, and made a small donation to the church. Told him I'd only need an hour of his time. Said that would be fine Miss Hell. He's getting Bruce Wayne to be his best man. Bruce is fond of him. Harper will be at the wedding, and I want you and Boojum. Nobody more than that. Quiet thing. Not too much fuss.'
'I'm bridesmaid,' said Courtney.
'Wear your Anima outfit. That's the scene I'm part of you know. Want you to rep in your best.'
'Fine,' said Courtney.
The wedding came, a low key affair, and Slam sang a Tom Jones classic at the wedding. They retired to the Wayne Mansion and chatted with coffee and cake. Later that evening Bruce put on a Jazz record and they watched Cullen and Alison do slow dancing for a couple of tunes. They clapped softly at the end. Courtney teared up and became quite emotional. They took off for a weekend getaway for the honeymoon. Cullen had saved for a few weeks, and they enjoyed a cheap motel on the edge of Gotham. Cullen got her up the following morning with his digital camera. They walked down to a stream were there were ducks. Alison did several poses, and looked pretty hot. Cullen was careful with the positioning and facial expressions for his new bride. The photos went up on his facebook page later that day, and Alison enjoyed looking them over.
'Our copyrights of course, babe,' said Cullen. 'I've had this camera a while and the plan is to slowly get some decent pics of us and the Gotham scene heading towards and ultimate publishable photograph almanac. You are pretty popular. I'm getting there. I think down the road I can eventually get started a market for the almanac. It's a basic plan but I got a little faith babe that it will work out.'
'I do to, Cullen Row,' replied Alison Row. 'I do to.'
The End
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'Hey Red,' said Maxima to Alison Hell. 'The Extreme Justice are looking for a new recruit in Hellfire. Captain Atom has been reading reports and likes the cut of your jib. You in babe.'
'Maxima, Maxima, Maxima,' said Alison Hell. 'Superman's greatest admirer wants little old me for Justice League sub-team 12. Amazing.'
'We are Extreme Justice,' said Maxima. 'And we're looking to be our own thing once we manage the resources and our support base. The Justice League International are tentatively agreeing to officially sponsor us. Maxwell Lord is thinking it over. And after a chat at our recent meeting it was decided we needed another chick. We looked around and your name came up. Hellfire is extreme enough babe.'
'She's a pretty strong character, Alison,' said Cullen Row, drinking Milk and eating his salad sandwich. Could be a cool team to be part of.'
'You think it's ok,' said Alison to her husband.
'Well the Blood Pack you go on about is officialy retired at the moment. Maybe try Extreme Justice to vaunt your Hellfire ambitions. Hey, Maxima. Can I get a contract to officially photograph Extreme Justice team action.'
'Sure thing sweetie,' replied Maxima. 'Well, what do you say Alison Hell. You in?'
'Sure,' replied Alison. 'I can cut my work at Tellus to two days a week. The rest of the week I can be available.
'Sounds good sweetie,' replied Maxima. Maxima left and Cullen continued drinking his milk.
'Is that milk from your work?' asked Alison.
'We get free milk,' said Cullen. 'Not limitless, but generally we can take what we need.'
'Good deal,' replied Alison. She sighed and turned to her PC in her Tellus office. 'Anima, Anima, Anima,' she said to herself. 'What do we make of your future bloodline powers. Intersting question.'
The End
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'The Animistic Realm functions on Anima or spirit as its primary building block material,' said Alison Hell to Anima, Kyle Woodleaf and the rest of the band Boojum. 'What is interesting is that this spirit can be magnified or strengthened. Processes of provoking the Anima with exciting stimuli tend to put it in a mood and it gets more active and thus more powerful. I am not completely sure just how much excited the stuff really can get. When a human soul enters the Animistic Realm there appears to be a diminishment of the energy levels of the physical human body and the spiritual essence gets stronger and becomes the dominant thought process in the human being. Studies seem to indicate this. Interestingly, religious biblical scripture seems to allude somewhat to these concepts. It could indeed by Creator Designed.'
'That's fascinating,' said Kyle Woodleaf. 'So working out Portal access interface between the Animistic Realm and the Physical Reality – how is that going?'
'I've learned a lot, and that's the next task on the agenda now that I have a bit of a grasp on what Anima itself is,' replied Alison.
'Awesome,' said Slam Shiner. 'Anyway, we brought our instruments as you requested.'
'I've arranged an afternoon concert in the cafeteria. For my fellow Tellus employees. Big Bossman is coming down to watch us play. A little bit of a celebration after recent triumphs.'
'Sweet,' said Slam Shiner.
So Boojum made their way to the Tellus canteen, organised their instruments, and Tellus CEO sat and watched as they performed a regular set of their tunes. Alison looked out at the audience. This was it. This was life. This was ok. It rocked. Thank God for that.
The End
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STORIES
Alison Hell
Children of the Anima
Anima Reborn
Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda
Alison Hell 69
'It seems to me your soul is tempted by the dark side, Avrax,' said Alison Hell.
'There is a current residing of Thanagar in this dismal Xudarian city,' replied Avrax. 'Tis dismal I
tell you, as I smell Rann Citizens in some places, and gaining an upper hand in our diplomatic
endeavours will be more challenging. Nay, I despise not Rannians. They are just a pain in the
neck. Our divinities and knowledges are far supreme. I fly with the angels, I tell you. Rann uses
a ruddy jetpack. Pathetic. So if my sarcasm is dark, it is because our people are at war, and I
am suffering with them to vindicate Thanagar.'
'It's more than that. Last few day, bitch,' said Alison Hell. 'You were sparkfire. Happy. Full of
beans. But the other morning when you prayed I saw a shadow cross your face and you haven't
cheered up since.'
'It was deep prayer. Nothing more,' replied Avrax.
'Something grabbed you. Even Animistic energies might have been involved. I sensed a lot happening,'
replied Alison Hell.
'Bah. Think it nothing but a current fixation on our welfare. We have a tradestore in town, and are
importing fine Thanagarian goods. I am concerned for my community, and wish no blasted graffiti
from rival Rannians. It's nothing Alison. I'm fine.'
'So you say,' replied Alison. 'I'm jamming this afternoon with Boojum. Do you want to sing again.'
'Naturally,' replied Avrax. 'I'm thinking of releasing those covers from the other day on Xudars
Data Net.'
'Hey, no fair. That's Terran copyright,' replied Alison.
'Good luck enforcing that on Xudar, babe,' replied Avrax. 'They may be legalistic, but that will
probably work in my favour, actually. Already looked into it. Big focus on who claims the copyright
first will get the rights. Settlers mentality on first in first served.'
'Aware of that. Tomar Tu mentioned it in the discussions. Fine. But I'll be more careful in what
I get Slam to film in the future. Should be his legal rights. He did the filming.'
'But I was the main singer, and have the crux of the rights under Xudarian law, as you guys confessed
the tune was dedicated to me,' replied Avrax.
'Won't lie about it. Don't mind anyway. But I'll be more careful next time daughter of Thanager.'
Alison looked at Avrax. 'There's a darker spirit in you now. Something's changed.'
Avrax smiled, and sipped on Xudarian cola. 'I'm fine, Hellfire. You're paranoid.'
But Alison wasn't convinced.
The End
Alison Hell 70
'Who are those losers anyway?' asked Avrax the Thanagarian, smoking a ciggie, sitting on the edge
of a cliff looking out over Xen Ta city.
'Primitives according to Tomar Tu,' replied Alison Hell. 'But essentially Xudar's naturalist society.'
'Why do you want to hang around them?' asked Avrax.
'Anima and I befriended them,' replied Alison. 'They recently migrated up to the high ground for
the summer season. When it cools down they'll go back to their regular home.'
'I see,' replied Avrax. 'Hey, the calendar was cool. You put me centre stage.'
'The fans want to see more of you,' replied Alison. 'They think you're in the band now.'
'Well aren't I?' queried Avrax.
Alison leaped off the ledge and burned brightly as Hellfire. 'Avrax the Thanagarian. You are just
not cool enough for Boojum. We are head and above the best Thanagar can throw at us. Second
rate.'
'I'm not really a singer,' sighed Avrax. 'It's a talent. But I'm a community leader. My people look
to me to carry our cause. We're too outspoken to be on Thanagar at the moment. Various figures
suggested we make ourselves scarce. While the holy war with Rann goes on.'
'That doesn't surprise me,' replied Alison Hell, landing back on the cliff ledge, resuming normal form.
'Just the way I am,' replied Avrax. 'Dad raised me in the cult. It sunk in. Things I agreed with
anyway. But it's too much passion at the moment on Thanagar. We've lots who've left the homeworld
to drift for a while. They don't want any more heat, and we bring too much of that.'
She butted out her ciggie, and said 'Let's go hassle the primitives.'
'Fine,' replied Alison.
They returned to the camp of the naturalist Xudarians, and Avrax started preaching at them about
wearing clothing. She'd already studied Xudarian language before her community had migrated
to Xudar, and had little problem talking to them. They were unimpressed, though, with her
religious legalism.
'We have our way Avrax,' one said. 'This is how we choose to live.'
'It's basic and insulting to intelligent life,' replied Avrax. 'So simplistic. It's embarrassing, you
know. Even Rannians would mock you for this behaviour.'
'She's an idiot,' aid a young Xudarian, walking away.
'I think you're wasting you're breath,' replied Alison. 'Why would you care anyway. They aren't
harming you.'
Avrax stared at them all, and sat down, crossed legged. 'Give me strength ultimate deity,' she said
quietly. Alison watched as Avrax prayed quietly. After a while she stood and looked around.
“I am serene,' she replied. 'These people have been lectured. The righteous in the universe have
done their work for the moment. The pagans have a new lesson.'
'Funny,' replied Alison. 'One way of looking at it.'
'I'll be back, bitches,' said Avrax, as she started walking away. They left the community and returned
to the cliff edge.
'You are zealous,' said Alison.
I do what the universe wants me to do,' replied Avrax. 'Somebody has to.'
'Really?' replied Alison, staring at the Thanagrian zealot. She was indeed a passionate personality.
The End
Alison Hell 71
They were back in the village.
'See this,' said Avrax. 'This is Turga Flax. It grows around here.'
The Villagers looked on. Avrax started weaving the flax strips slowl. A few hours passed, and
she had weaved a basic skirt.
'Come here,' she said to a young female Xudarian. The lass came forward. Avrax tied the skirt
around her waist and tied it up with some more of the flax.
'It's not hard to make these things,' said Avrax. 'At least do that much for Xudarian society.'
'We are a quiet people,' said a Xudarian elder. 'We have old ways.' He scratched his chin.
'Elka Su. Do you think you have the energy to weave these things?' he asked.
'Maybe in the cool of the evning,' replied Elka Su. 'It doesn't look like too much effort. It
might be a relaxing and calming thing. It looks natural enough.'
'We have a lot of such things in Earth's cultural history,' said Alison.
'So do we,' said Avrax. 'Natural societies just don't have to be butt naked. They can at least
wear some basic clothing.'
'I think I can manage it,' said Elka Su to the elder.
'We'll think it over, Avrax,' replied the Elder.
'That would be fabulous,' replied Avrax. 'Come on Ali. Let's get a burger.'
Alison and Avrax walked slowly back into Xen Ta city, and she picked up her purse from
the Xendark Building. They made it to the cafe, and ordered their meals.
'You have a calling, do you?' asked Alison.
'All citizens of the universe have a calling,' replied Avrax. 'They just don't listen to the spirit.'
'I see,' replied Alison. She ate her burger, and looked at the serene Avrax. She seemed to know
her mind and had purpose in life. Serving God or the universe and, in her mind, making it a better
place. Alison had recently concluded that such things didn't matter that much in the end. But
this Thanagarian zealot didn't seem to agree. Fascinating. Something she might have to give
some thought to.'\
'You are quite the Thanagarian, aren' you dear Avrax.
'I try,' replied Avrax and lit up anoter cigarette.
Alison Hell was quite amused.
The End
Alison Hell 72
'What are you doing?' asked Avrax.
'Setting up camp,' said the worker.
'Those machines are huge,' replied Avrax.
'It's a big planet,' replied the worker.
'People live here,' said Avrax. 'These naturalists have their society here. You can't just come in
and take over.'
'Tell it to the bossman,' said the Worker.
'And who is he?' asked Avrax.
'The Scarlet Skier,' said Alison Hell. 'He serves Mr Nebula.'
'And what does this Mr Nebula want?' asked a ticked off Avrax.
'To redesign the planet. With good taste,' said Alison. 'His powers are vast. Xudar doesn't have
much ability to stop him. He does this everywhere.'
'Right,' said Avrax. 'What will happen here?'
'This place is poor taste,' said a figure dressed in read, approaching them. 'Mr Nebula has set up
camp here to get the project underway. We'll shape up this neighbourhood and get the whole planet
done in mere months. Vast improvements coming. Much progress.'
'But these people live here,' said Avrax.
'You can't stop progress. And good taste,' replied the Scarlet Skier.
'Beast,' shouted Avrax. 'I'll do something about this.'
'You do that. But I'm busy. Work to do.'
Alison and Avrax watched on as the workers continued setting up their land-altering devices, ignoring
the primitives, treating them as if they didn't exist.
'They are insensitive to these people,' said Avrax.
'Like they don't even care about how these people like to live, huh?' asked Alison.
'Exactly. It's terrible,' said Avrax. 'Terrible.'
'Really,' replied Alison.
They watched on as the workers continued.
'I'll sort out this Mr Nebula,' fumed Avrax.
'That should prove interesting,' smiled Alison. A lesson from the universe was going on here. Alison
was quite impressed with the Spirit of things. Quite.
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Alison Hell 73
'How about Crimson Hexagonal?' asked Mr Nebula.
'A particular favourite' commented the Scarlet Skier.
'The design is nice,' said Elka Su the Xudarian.
'You would think so,' stated a community elder.
'What exactly do you get out of this, Mr Nebula?' asked Avrax the Thanagarian.
'A better galaxy,' replied Mr Nebula. 'Goddess Greta is always commending my work, and this King Kosmos has
a new contract waiting me when I've finished here.'
They were in Mr Nebula's Command Craft, high above Xen Ta city, the Xudar project's base of operations. You could
literally see in the distance machines at work, transmogrifying the Xudarian terrain. Mr Nebula had the project well
under way.
'Of course Crimson Hexagonal barely arises in nature,' said Alison Hell.
'Pfft,' said Mr Nebula. 'That is of no grave concern. The grand architect of the Milky Way certainly had interesting
ideas in his layout, but I can do better. Far better. This world is dismal. In great need of alterations.'
'So we need to improve the natural world do we?' asked Alison Hell, looking at Avrax while talking to Mr Nebula.
'Of course we do. How could we do anything but?' asked Mr Nebula. 'Progress is inevitable. Every society faces
up to its responsibilities to have better taste in the end. It's the way of the world.'
'It's nice,' said Avrax, looking out over the changes being made. She looked at Avrax. 'Making changes. Whether
people really like it or not,' said the Thanagarian.
'Oh, it is inevitably in their best interests,' replied Mr Nebula. 'We are just facilitating their future ambitions. They all
come around in time. Every society.'
'Course,' said Avrax, looking at Elka Su in her skirt she had weaved for her. 'Course they do.'
The machines carried on, and Crimson Hexagonal was agreed upon for a certain nearby architectural design.
'Xudar will be marvellous when I'm finished with her,' said Mr Nebula.
'Course,' replied Avrax.
They watched a while, and Mr Nebula, having now addressed the pesky Hellfire and Avrax, who had buzzed around
his command ship, bothering his crew, excused himself, and the Alison Hell with Avrax and Elka returned in a
pod to the naturalists community.
'Progress. Wonderful isn't it, Avrax?' said Alison.
'Course,' replied the Thanagarian, looking up at the grand and stylish command ship of the fabulous Mr Nebula. 'Course.'
The End
Alison Hell 74
Wild Beasts. Everywhere. Wild and wily beasts. And trees and shrubs and pink and purple skies. Rivers and hills,
rocks and hollows. Primitive world. Primitive Xudar. Arkana Xudar. Avrax lay down on her stomach and sipped
water from the stream. She was naked, but had reeds about her waste, as she felt self-conscious somewhat about
her nakedness.
'Hey, bitch. Serve us,' said the figure again. She glared at the man.
'Avrax serves Avrax,' replied the Animistic expression of Avrax the Thanagarian.
'We are the ruling class of Xudar. We are the Archai. Serve us Avrax. We could use you.'
'Where do you rule?' she grunted. 'It is all wild.'
'We have – places. Here and there – places. Xudar is not that simplistic anymore. It's dreaming is ancient, but
they have a peculiar way about them. They tend to leave things be quite very much. Accepting things the way
they are. They progress. But its a natural thing in them. We see them, the primitives of their world. Still the same.
Still unchanging. Xudar in its raw form. Perhaps in its perfect form.'
'I am Thanagarian. Leave me alone Archai of Xudar.'
'Yet Xudar is your home,' said the man, now approaching. 'You were born here. Not on Thanagar. You are one
of us.'
'You insult me Xudarian. I am proud and I am strong.'
'But your birth is Xudar. Serve us. We will make you prouder and stronger.'
'Leave me be,' she said, and sipped on more water.
'I am not your enemy Avrax,' said the figure.
'You are hardly my ally,' she replied.
'No. But we can be. In Xudar physical there is the reality of your being. You could meet her. We could arrange
such a thing. If you serve us.'
'I am the reality of Avrax,' replied the Thanagarian spirit.
'You are an expression of her. But you can meet her. We can take you to her. If you serve us.'
Avrax looked at the figure. 'You can?'
'Yes,' he replied.
She stared at him. 'Leave me alone. I'll think about it.'
'Very well,' he replied. 'Well find you soon. You will join us. What else you going to do? Make reed skirts
the rest of your days and hunt rabbits?'
'Whatever,' replied Avrax. The figure left. Avrax sipped on more water and looked at the pink and purple skies.
Archai of Xudar? Beneath her. But to meet her true self. That was something to consider.
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'The Gold Skier,' said Alison Hell.
The Scarlet Skier looked at his cards. 'He's a cousin of mine,' said the Scarlet Skier. 'He has a style about him.'
'Really?' replied Alison. 'And who does he serve exactly?'
'Well there's a green skier too. Another skier,' said the Scarlet Skier.
Courtney Mason looked up from her cards at the Scarlet Skier. 'Gold, Green and Scarlet?' she asked the Scarlet Skier.
'The Trinity of Space Highways Skiing Perfection. That damn Czarnian thinks he's the coolest. With his damn Dolphins. Skiers rule, Anima. Skiers rule.'
'I skiied as a kid,' said Alison Hell. 'Not much good at it. Had a boyfriend up on the slopes once. It was a fling.'
'We've been roped into duties for Mr Nebula. He's quite a passionate boss about his work,' said the Scarlet Skier.
'Very zealous,' said Alison Hell.
'Yeh, he's spirit filled,' said Anima. 'A real comedian.'
'Pays the bill, though,' said the Scarlet Skier. 'Tough galaxy at times. These days Andromedans, the cream of them, getting a lot of the top jobs. Have to pay the bills someway.'
'Avrax likes your outfit,' said Alison Hell. 'Reminds her of some of the clerics outfits in her order. The Doomsday Sect. Preachers of Judgment and Hellfire and Brimstone.'
'Bet that gets you there,' said Anima, looking at her cards.
'Sometimes,' replied Alison. 'But I prefer rainbows these days.'
'Course,' said Anima. 'Who doesn't.'
'Rainbows are Super. They are everlasting, you know,' said Alison Hell.
'Xudar gets rainbows,' said Tomar Tu.
'Rainbows get everywhere,' said the Scarlet Skier.
'A universal sign,' said Alison Hell. 'They are perpetual. Constant. Enduring. Doomsday's just kill all the Super things in the world. It's a stage were we can all play. Got no reason to leave her.'
'Neither me, quite frankly,' said Anima.
'Doomsdays are pretty bad things,' said Alison Hell. 'Of course, the devil is to blame for it all. He should really just disappear at the end of all things into the great Beyond. If the presence had any sense he'd teach him a lesson, and push him on to a new scene.'
'He'd only come back with a new scene of fresh jazz,' said Anima.
'Course,' replied Alison Hell. 'Bloody Samael. Thinks he's the coolest. Hellfire's the coolest, dude. Tougher than you, dude.'
'He'd probably say Hell ain't cool or something witty like that,' replied Courtney.
'Yeh, he probably would,' agreed Alison Hell.
'Who is Samael?' asked the Scarlet Skier.
'Fallen Angel,' replied Alison Hell. 'Goes by the name of Lucifer Morningstar. The Presence chatted to me about him for a while. Said his son had issues. Right up there, he said. Ego personified. Out to kill God practically. Must have had some childhood trauma or something.'
'Childhoods are a wonderland, but dark spirits often pervade,' said the Scarlet Skier.
Courtney looked at her cards. 'Yeh, they do,' she finished.
The played silently for a while. 'I had a dream,' said Alison Hell.
'About what?' asked Anima.
'Daniel of the Endless. The Sandman. Called me a tough bitch. All fired up,' replied Alison Hell.
'Yeh. Funny,' said Courtney Mason. 'I was always kind of partial to that Morpheus fellow though. Wonder what happened to him.'
'Probably in retirement. Fishing in Alaska. With a Shaman or something. Collecting transformers,' said Alison Hell.
'Yeh,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Classic.'
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'Who is Jesus?' Alison Hell asked the Presence.
'Upstart Jew who thought he was the Messiah,' replied the Theophany of God, the Presence. 'Pushed hard in prayer and built the Christian Church. The correct faith is Torah. The correct covenant for Mankind is the Rainbow Covenant. The Abrahamic peoples have a covenant for the land from the River of Egypt to the River Euphrates. The Correct application of faith is the plain meaning of following the Rainbow Torah which is Genesis 1:1 – 11: - from Creation to the Tower of Babel. These are the core requirements for mankind. After the Covenant was given Mankind developed Nations. These nations have various ways of organising themselves. They are in control of how they go about this affair. There is no set mandate for how they organise this affair. The Rainbow Covenant is Everlasting – Eternal. The Rainbow Torah applies perpetually. There is no specific mandate on how much it should be studied. From time to time is an approach which works for a lot of people.'
'I need hot chocolate,' replied Alison Hell. She went to the Kitchen are in the Xendark building and began making hot chocolate. When she came back to where they played cards the Presence was gone, and Animus and Anima were chatting.
'He's an amusing guy,' replied Anima. 'Very funny ideas. I prefer Rainbows and Catholic Church at times. My preference for Animistic Interactivity.'
'If it works for you,' replied Alison Hell. She looked at Animus. 'What works for you, dude?'
'Eating people,' replied Animus.
Alison and Anima looked at Animus. 'Hey, kidding. Watched a Venom movie the other night. It was a hell of a rush.'
'Funny,' replied Anima.
'Don't eat people, Animus. Bad. Very bad,' said Alison.
'I'll keep that in mind,' replied the Animus.
The Presence walked in. 'Oh, Lucifer Morningstar was under the impression at times I was part of a triune godhead. Mistken thinking.'
'Right,' said Alison.
'No problems,' replied Anima.
'Enjoy church,' said God to Anima, and left.
'Funny,' said Anima.
'Funny,' said Alison Hell.
'Let's play strip poker,' said the Animus.
'You're already naked,' said Anima.
'Yep, there's nothing in it for us,' said Alison Hell.
'Pretty much. But seeing you two in the buff could be a thrill.
Silence.
'What species are you exactly?' Anima asked Animus.
'Animus,' replied Animus.
'Course,' said Anima. 'Explains everything. Get thrills from seeing homo sapiens naked, do you?'
Animus smiled. 'Monkeys with no hair. With tiny little fuzzzy bits. Amusing,' said Animus.
'Laugh riot,' said Anima.
'No, I don't think so Animus,' said Alison Hell.
'Aww, go on,' said Animus.
Alison flashed her tits at Animus.
'Made my day sweetheart. And you Anima?'
Anima looked at Alison. 'I can't believe you did that. Rude, Animus. Rude.'
'It made my day,' replied Animus.
'Deal the cards, freak,' said Anima.
And on they went.
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Alison Hell 77
Animus stood in the farmer's field on the outskirts of Xendark City where Slam Shiner and Professor Dred had combatted Lauraxx the Archai and the Arkana's Avraxx. He looked at the Harvester. Graffitti and a damaged roof. He opened a portal and disappeared into Xudar's Arkana. He came into the wild of Xudar's Arkana. The sky was purple and green. Wild Beasts were roaming around. He smelled the Air. He could detect a hint of Avraxx. He walked for a while and found her seated by a tree, snoozing.
'Avraxx,' said Animus.
She opened her eyes. 'What do you want, Animus?'
'Life needs excitement. The Arkana is dreaming and we have a purpose with reality. Destruction is not the objective. Activity and life – the dream continuing is. The Dream is Eternal. Life is Eternal. We work through phases of growth and development.'
'Why do you want to tell me this?' asked Avrax.
'Seeds of knowledge. Your job is to process the information and reach conclusions. The Arkana will develop and complexity will arise. A more satisfying experience.'
'I understand,' replied Avraxx.
'Travel to Thanagar and import a few Thanagarian Works. Set them with a religious Xudarian congregation and speak of a special mystery from the universe which needs the keys to unlock it. Bullshit like that usually works with the simpletons. In this you will gain Thanagarians of Xudarian influence which will emerge in Arakana of Xudar in time. This will give you company and happiness.'
'I understand,' replied Avraxx.
'Plan the project well. Don't let on. Be subtle-like. People are dumb. They are impressed by missions from the universe and special destinies. It's how religions often grow. Get to it.'
'Kapice, big guy,' replied Avraxx.
And Animus returned to reality to catch up with Anima.
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Alison Hell 78
'Well, team,' said Ted Kord. 'Nice to be back on Xudar. Been speaking with Tomar, and he tells me the final concert went well. By the looks of it, main goals and objectives met.'
'By the looks of it,' said Alison Hell. 'What next Teddy Boy?'
'Payday,' replied Ted. 'Back on Earth. Spend it wisely. Money doesn't grow on trees you know.'
'I pity you Ted Kord. You'll have to put up with me on the trip back to Earth. I'm too depressed to live without my girls.'
'Your girls,' said Courtney Mason to the Gray Man.
'Yeh, who else,' said Alison Hell. 'He's an old fart who needs some friends. He's funny.'
'King Kosmos,' said Slam Shiner. 'This issue is coming up soon. The actual beginning of the official program.'
'I have a little faith in Queen Bee and her team,' said Ted Kord. 'Pretty sure she'll get the deal out of Kosmos. This won't be in vain. I mean, it wasn't. Earth culture expanding to Xudar seems to have been well received. We have new intergalactic friends. That's a positive regardless.'
'Very much so,' said Tomar Tu.
'We best get going then,' said Judy.
'We best get going,' said Liv.
They boarded the M7 and Ted got it going. Soon it was in space, the journey back to Earth begun.'
'Whatcha gonna do first,' said Courtney to Alison.
'Look up Cullen,' said Alison. 'Miss him a bit. You.'
'Prometheus caught up with me the other day. Said he has business on Xudar. Told him I was going back to Earth shortly and he said he'd find me.'
'What is hothead doing on Xudar?' asked Alison.
'Building his cult again,' said Anima. 'Wants Xudarians to the wisdom in his philosophy. He got permission from Xudarian Authorities with specific restrictions. He's not that legal a citizen on Earth, and there is a watchdog assigned to monitoring him.'
'He's up to no good,' said Alison.
'Course he is,' said Anima. 'But that's hothead. He's a crazy guy with messed up views. I love him though.'
'Really,' said Alison.
'Yeh. Just cuts me in my heart. Just cuts me there. Cut me in half and went on doing it. Can't help myself.'
'Right,' said Alison. 'Well, I have a plan. On certain objectives. We went to hard. Need to mellow. But Mr Lex is not going to get his way.'
'We'll get back to Arkana soon enough,' said Anima. 'Sparkle will accept us after we've learned a lesson of not upsetting the apple cart too much. Change takes time.'
'I'll phone every day,' said Alison.
'I'll answer too,' said Anima.
Alison turned and looked out the window. Boojum had had a decent tour, with a lot of other interesting adventures on Xudar. But life had brought her home, and she was now interested in perhaps hooking up with the real Cullen Row. He didn't seem to mind her. It could be – something.
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'I mean, I could fuck you. The penis goes in the vagina right? Not up the anus?' said Cullen Row.
Alison stared at Cullen. 'Yep, yep. You've got me there. It goes in the vagina.'
'How we make make a baby, right,' said Cullen. 'I mean gay people are biologically capable of making babies. My pentecostal friends informed me of that. I did not actually know that fact.'
'Really,' replied Alison Hell.
'Yeh. Amazing. Baby making. I was lying there, on the bed, looking at the ceiling. And I was puzzling. Now where do babies come from? I was thinking that. The stork? No. That must be a fable. But a chick from Potters House Pentecostal Church rocks up and says, I heard you were gay. I suppose you don't actually know how they make babies. Gay people can have babies to. Jesus says so. The Bible says it. I believe it. It's true. And I said to her, Jesus said that gay people can make babies too. The Gospels say that? And she nodded her head and went, uh huh. Gee. Amazing I said. Making a baby. What will they think of next. So, you know, that was lika an epiphany, Alison. Making a baby. A new thing for the gay community. We'd never of thought of that. So I asked her, how do you make a baby. And she whispered in my ear you put your willy wanker in her ginny winny and thrust a bit. Magic happens after that. No, I said. Your kidding right. And she informed me that you can't make gay babies by going up an anus. That's not biology, she said. And you know what, Alison Hell. I was flabbergasted. Making a baby. So, right. The penis goes in the vagina. And I thrust a bit.'
Alison stared at Cullen. She bit on her apple. She sat down on the bed. 'It was just an idea. We could use a condom.'
'Not sure the Catholic Church would approve of that one. Every sperm is sacred right?'
'Yeh. Yeh, every one of them. Look, never mind. We can just be friends,' said Alison.
'Maybe we could be rude. I'll think it over,' replied Cullen.
'Yeh,' said Alison, and bit on her apple. She looked at Cullen's bed. 'It's a nice bed,' she said.
'Are you trying to seduce me Alison Hell?' asked Cullen Row.
'Cullen Row, I have not been with a man in 6 months. Joe Public was amusing, but I am starting to get urges,' replied Alison.
'Who's Joe Public?' asked Cullen Row.
'This dude. Hangs with Batman,' replied Alison.
'I know Batman ,' said Cullen.
'No kidding,' replied Alison. 'Come on, give me a bit honey.' Alison put her hands around Cullen Row's neck. 'Dance with me baby.'
'I'm technically a virgin with women, you know,' replied Cullen Row.
'Well I'll introduce you to forbidden fruit, gay boy,' replied Alison.
She did. They did use a condom. Alison had one. Alison felt relieved. Cullen was now officially – amused.
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Alison Hell 80
Alison settled back in her chair. She had money now. Lot's of money. Great financial reward from Kord Industries for her service on Xudar. And she'd bought suits, and moved into a new apartment in Gotham City, not far from Cullen Row. And now she was working at Tellus Industries in Gotham City, doing research into dreams and accessing the Arkana. She needed to get back there, but Anima had informed her Animus would not give Boojum access for a long time. Damn it, she thought to herself. She had 5 million bucks. She'd buy a job with Tellus, and see what she could get done. She'd spent the last week pouring over the notes of Maxilla Yale. Interesting stuff. She'd had email chats with Kyle Woodleaf on the Dream Machine, and one had been set up in the Research Department of Tellus. Now she was studying Justice League Society notes on the Boom Tube device, an article written by Mister Miracle, which Courtney had negotiated to get her access to. And while Alison Hell was not a degree student, she wasn't exactly thick. She was smart and savvy and new how to get by in life. She'd promoted this idea to Tellus – that she was smart enough and after a few weeks of study she'd damn well know enough anyway because she was motivated, had personal interest, and did well enough in high school for the essential scientific understanding she would need. Give me a go, she said. I'll work for free for a year, she said. They said, sure. Why not. And she got started on the job. She was up to dimensional access technological papers from various academic journals. With Tellus own date, she was pushing ahead with the inquiries into knowledge to get the job done. There were figures who'd already developed technology to access the Arkana. She knew some basic ideas, but was studying hard, thinking hard, chatting with Kyle Woodleaf most mornings online, and getting on with the job. The philosophy of Alison Hell for life these days was this – morally, she would function well enough with the Rainbow Covenant. Her living partner she was aiming at Cullen Row. It was just in her blood now – no real point in changing that objective, despite the challenges involved. But she wanted to connect with Cullen Row of the Arkana as well. Not really as a lover, but because she missed him. And a few of the haunts of Arkana, including the Tenement, which she missed. It was her home also – a piece of her heart was there – so stuff Animus fussiness, she'd work it out herself regardless so she could gain permanent access rights with her own portal device. So the study went on and, for the time being Alison Hell was happy and busy enough with life.
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Alison Hell 81
Family. Parents. Siblings. Christmas. Cullen Row. Gay Cullen Row in a jumper with christmas decorations on it. Meeting parents. Swearing he is very keen on me. Bullshit. He just likes to shoot the shit. I sit there, chatting away. Uncles. Aunts. Cousins. Christmas. Cullen, he I like. The family? Don't get me wrong, I like my family. They're great. But, you know, seriously. I'm used to a lot more than reruns of white picket fences now. Life got weird. Anima showed up again. It got weirder. Entered the Arkana. Then off to Xudar. Now Dreamworld Access Research, and dating a gay man, teaching him naturalistic gay conversion therapies. Well, not really. Mainly just like the dude enough and fuck the LGBTI brigades born this way spiel. Couldn't care that much anyway. So, for now, Tellus is the fix Alison Hell is using to get by in life, and the old drugs are mostly forgotten. Life's approximately interesting now. I don't really know what dreams are still to come. I imagine there probably are many of them. But the ones my brave heart has unearthed in this life have been fascinating. Maybe I'm fearless. Maybe Taylor Swift is my passion too. Meeting Dragonheart was certainly an experience. But me and my life? So many things I've done. So many yet to do. Never boring, always passionate. Just about satisfied. Wonder what Dane is up to though?
'Alison. Your daydreaming.'
'Uh, oh sorry Aunt Petunia.' And Alison Hell got on with her Christmas Lunch and Smalltalk and the world turned.
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Alison Hell 82
'Cullen Row. I need to be a mother,' said Alison Hell. 'Alison Row sounds just fine. So propose to me,' said Alison Hell.
'I'll propose to you soon enough Alison,' replied Cullen.
'You will,' she said.
'Indeed,' he replied. 'But for the time being I'm working in my new job.'
'Which is?' replied Alison.
'Milk Man at Gotham Milk,' replied Cullen.
'Oh,' said Alison. 'Grunt work dude.'
'Pretty much,' replied Cullen. 'Pays the bills though.'
'Right,' said Alison.
Alison drifted away from Cullen Row that afternoon, off to Gotham Pier. Courtney Mason showed up, having made an arrangement to meet her there.
'How we going to manage the budget?' she asked Courtney. 'His wage ain't that great. I can only contribute 49% of the family income as a maximum.'
'That's enough for a basic rental in Gotham,' said Anima. 'Encourage him to save carefully. Put a bit aside each week. You should be able to shop wisely enough. Bread, Butter, Jam, Peanut Butter, Milk, Cereal, Sugar, Tea & Coffee. Packet Soup Mixes. McDonalds once a week to get your meat. Should be fine. Discipline that saving in him. You'll get a property together in about 20 years. Be careful, and you'll get the job done.'
Alison took out her notebook and wrote down those ideas. 'Yeah, that should work. I'll keep my own stuff in my apartment and only visit it occasionally. Keep it separate enough. He doesn't really care anyway. Doesn't bother him that much.'
'I think Cullen gets buzzes out of life from other things,' said Courtney. 'He's got a plan slowly developing. He's a really nice guy. You got a good one.'
'I've always thought so,' replied Alison Hell. 'I'll await his proposal, and get on with work at Tellus. I will get him to visit me at Tellus though. Don't mind talking work with him.'
'Wise bitch. Wise,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Good luck. It's a brave new adventure.'
'That it is,' said Alison Hell. 'That it is.'
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Alison Hell 83
Alison sat at her PC at Tellus. She looked at the diagram of the brain on the screen.
'Brain Activity in the Animistic Sensory Regions,' she said to Courtney Mason. 'Fascinating study.'
'Right,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Every human has animistic sensory regions.'
'We all do,' replied Alison. 'When it's paid attention to you become a bit more sensitive to it. Like Blind people have heightened hearing. It's more noticeable. What seems to trigger Anima is unique life experiences. Things which change a person from their previous direction. Parasite blood injected new shit into you Courtney Mason. It opened up connections ultimately to the Animistic Realm and the appearance of the Animus.'
'What was in the blood?' asked Courtney.
'The life of the creature. It's bloodline history and attitudes and feelings. The creature which bit into you imparted a whole variety of stuff.'
'Right,' replied Courtney.
'It's interesting,' said Alison. 'Recently you've undergone even more strengthening of your Animistic Energies. This seems to be the natural progress the life within you is taking you. The interactivity through the life of the Parasite and the Bloodline Life of Willow and Dwight Mason with your own experiences has created a really volatile bloody mix sweetcheeks. And I'm not sure it's over yet. The Parasites are a pretty advanced alien race. They have a lot of advanced technology and very sarcastic approach to life. Probably real crazy like. There is some shit in you. Let's put it that way.'
'No kidding,' replied Courtney Mason the Anima.
'So the research goes on, and I'll continue to make mental notes in our friendship Courtney. I'll watch you babe, and see how things go.'
'Glad you have my back, Alison. You've always been a good friend. Right from the start,' said Courtney. 'Well, is Cullen coming around today?'
'On his lunch break,' replied Alison. 'He has agreed to visit twice a week. We eat in the canteen, chat, and he buses it back to his work. We're getting along ok. Talking a lot of books at the moment. We made a pact. I'll read his books and he'll read mine. This way we have common knowledge and better unity. The marriage should work a bit better then with more mutual understanding.'
'Wise,' said Courtney. 'I'll remember that for hothead.'
'You do that, babe,' replied Alison Hell.
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Alison Hell 84
'Why is he called the Gray Man?' asked Cullen Row watching TV and eating his chops, peas and mashed potato in the Row's rented apartment in Gotham City.
'It's his thing,' replied Alison, biting into her chop, grease all over her hands.
'You cook these well, Alison. Well done. Much more like it,' said Cullen.
'I give 'em hell babe,' replied Alison. 'The Grey Man is a servant of the Lords of Chaos. He has powers to change things with his technology. Similar somewhat to the tech used by that Deconstructo Dude in Justice League Europe. I don't know his full story. He's been into a spiritual rebirth in recent times, and has found God and a fresh sense of zeal for his humour. He's enjoying life again. Seems to have a destiny of sorts. Apparently Doctor Fate has an interest in the dude. Likes being a weatherman now. Loves to announce storm clouds. Loves when its gray and rainy. Very much makes his day.'
'Gets him there, huh,' replied Cullen.
'Something like that,' said Alison. 'Loves dominoes. Loves to play that in clubs and taverns and pubs and things. Sits there, talks his bullshit, and he's happy. Happy with the company. He rocked up to Xudar, so he told me, because he made friends with Boojum and some other guys up there. He's finding connections these days. A bit happier with his lot in life. Life still cares about him by the looks of it. Not finished with the Grey man yet.'
'I love his demeanour. Severe mockery. Very cool,' said Cullen Row.
'He had a big adventure with the Justice League International,' said Alison. 'I read up on that. He told me a bit of the story. Fascinating guy really.'
'Wonder what's next in his life,' said Cullen.
'He'll probably just do his weather reporting. Courtney sees him at a club and plays dominoes with him regularly at the moment. She cares a bit about the silly sausage. He's has some endearing qualities. Despite becoming quite bloody diabolical at times.'
'Funny,' said Cullen.
'Yeh,' replied Alison Row.
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'So he proposed last night,' said Alison. 'I said yes of course. The wedding is in 3 weeks. We're going to the celebrants office with a basic ceremony. I've asked a Catholic Priest in town if he can proxy for the celebrant, and made a small donation to the church. Told him I'd only need an hour of his time. Said that would be fine Miss Hell. He's getting Bruce Wayne to be his best man. Bruce is fond of him. Harper will be at the wedding, and I want you and Boojum. Nobody more than that. Quiet thing. Not too much fuss.'
'I'm bridesmaid,' said Courtney.
'Wear your Anima outfit. That's the scene I'm part of you know. Want you to rep in your best.'
'Fine,' said Courtney.
The wedding came, a low key affair, and Slam sang a Tom Jones classic at the wedding. They retired to the Wayne Mansion and chatted with coffee and cake. Later that evening Bruce put on a Jazz record and they watched Cullen and Alison do slow dancing for a couple of tunes. They clapped softly at the end. Courtney teared up and became quite emotional. They took off for a weekend getaway for the honeymoon. Cullen had saved for a few weeks, and they enjoyed a cheap motel on the edge of Gotham. Cullen got her up the following morning with his digital camera. They walked down to a stream were there were ducks. Alison did several poses, and looked pretty hot. Cullen was careful with the positioning and facial expressions for his new bride. The photos went up on his facebook page later that day, and Alison enjoyed looking them over.
'Our copyrights of course, babe,' said Cullen. 'I've had this camera a while and the plan is to slowly get some decent pics of us and the Gotham scene heading towards and ultimate publishable photograph almanac. You are pretty popular. I'm getting there. I think down the road I can eventually get started a market for the almanac. It's a basic plan but I got a little faith babe that it will work out.'
'I do to, Cullen Row,' replied Alison Row. 'I do to.'
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'Hey Red,' said Maxima to Alison Hell. 'The Extreme Justice are looking for a new recruit in Hellfire. Captain Atom has been reading reports and likes the cut of your jib. You in babe.'
'Maxima, Maxima, Maxima,' said Alison Hell. 'Superman's greatest admirer wants little old me for Justice League sub-team 12. Amazing.'
'We are Extreme Justice,' said Maxima. 'And we're looking to be our own thing once we manage the resources and our support base. The Justice League International are tentatively agreeing to officially sponsor us. Maxwell Lord is thinking it over. And after a chat at our recent meeting it was decided we needed another chick. We looked around and your name came up. Hellfire is extreme enough babe.'
'She's a pretty strong character, Alison,' said Cullen Row, drinking Milk and eating his salad sandwich. Could be a cool team to be part of.'
'You think it's ok,' said Alison to her husband.
'Well the Blood Pack you go on about is officialy retired at the moment. Maybe try Extreme Justice to vaunt your Hellfire ambitions. Hey, Maxima. Can I get a contract to officially photograph Extreme Justice team action.'
'Sure thing sweetie,' replied Maxima. 'Well, what do you say Alison Hell. You in?'
'Sure,' replied Alison. 'I can cut my work at Tellus to two days a week. The rest of the week I can be available.
'Sounds good sweetie,' replied Maxima. Maxima left and Cullen continued drinking his milk.
'Is that milk from your work?' asked Alison.
'We get free milk,' said Cullen. 'Not limitless, but generally we can take what we need.'
'Good deal,' replied Alison. She sighed and turned to her PC in her Tellus office. 'Anima, Anima, Anima,' she said to herself. 'What do we make of your future bloodline powers. Intersting question.'
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Alison Hell 87
'The Animistic Realm functions on Anima or spirit as its primary building block material,' said Alison Hell to Anima, Kyle Woodleaf and the rest of the band Boojum. 'What is interesting is that this spirit can be magnified or strengthened. Processes of provoking the Anima with exciting stimuli tend to put it in a mood and it gets more active and thus more powerful. I am not completely sure just how much excited the stuff really can get. When a human soul enters the Animistic Realm there appears to be a diminishment of the energy levels of the physical human body and the spiritual essence gets stronger and becomes the dominant thought process in the human being. Studies seem to indicate this. Interestingly, religious biblical scripture seems to allude somewhat to these concepts. It could indeed by Creator Designed.'
'That's fascinating,' said Kyle Woodleaf. 'So working out Portal access interface between the Animistic Realm and the Physical Reality – how is that going?'
'I've learned a lot, and that's the next task on the agenda now that I have a bit of a grasp on what Anima itself is,' replied Alison.
'Awesome,' said Slam Shiner. 'Anyway, we brought our instruments as you requested.'
'I've arranged an afternoon concert in the cafeteria. For my fellow Tellus employees. Big Bossman is coming down to watch us play. A little bit of a celebration after recent triumphs.'
'Sweet,' said Slam Shiner.
So Boojum made their way to the Tellus canteen, organised their instruments, and Tellus CEO sat and watched as they performed a regular set of their tunes. Alison looked out at the audience. This was it. This was life. This was ok. It rocked. Thank God for that.
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