Ghoul Fan Fiction- Prologue 

My name is Johnathan Martin and my life became a lot more exciting after I died.

I was just a normal guy until I  came into contact with the Theta Virus. Everyone who was exposed to the virus reacted in one of two ways: they gained super powers, or they died. Except for me. I did both.

The virus gave me the power to talk to the dead, but it also turned me into something undead. I was able to retain my mind, but it made my body into something straight out of a zombie movie. From that moment after, every time someone looked at me, it felt as if they were waiting for me to start shuffling around muttering, “Brains,” over and over again. And that’s only if they didn’t run away screaming. 

I spent some time with a group called the Exiles. It didn’t end well. Some people died…. I don’t like talking about it.

After that, I hooked up with a group called Ultraforce. I had an on again/off again thing with them. When I was off again, I drove a taxi to pass the time. I was able to do this because I was given a magic ring that allowed me to look, and smell, like a normal person. It was a good way to prevent potential fares from fleeing at the sight of me.

The last time I came across Ultraforce, they had just saved the world. A doorway to another dimension had opened up. The Black Knight, aka Dane Whitman, leader of Ultraforce, said that the doorway led back to his home universe where he was once a member of a group called the Avengers. He said he was going and asked if anyone wanted to join him. I was looking for a fresh start, so I decided to join him.

I’ve been on this world for a while now, living my life as a normal person would. Sure, I’ve had some interesting times, but nothing that compares to what happens next. 

We Were On A Break

As you may have noticed, I really haven’t been writing much lately. That’s not just on this here blog, but also on my personal projects. For whatever reason, I just haven’t been in a writing mood. 

Instead, I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I read Storm Front by Jim Butcher  (started off slow. Took me a while to get into it, but once I did, it was great), The God’s Eye View by Barry Eisler (a gripping story that’s somewhat frightening because it sounds like something that could be happening as we speak), and, right now, I’m three-quarters of the way through The Wrong Side of Goodbye by Michael Connelly  (so far, I don’t want to put it down. I’m hoping that the ending lives up to the rest of the book). Plus, all of the comics I’ve been reading on Marvel Unlimited. 

I’ve also been playing my Xbox a lot, mostly in the Dragon Age series of games. I’ve already beaten the first game, along with the DLC for it called Awakening. Right now I’m two-thirds of the way through Dragon Age 2. Just yesterday I finally got 100% on the achievements for it. I actually had already been at 100% previously, but 2 days after I accomplished that, they came out with DLC for it that added new achievements. Bastards… Once I get through with that, I’m going to play Inquisition again. 

After I get through with the Michael Connelly book, I’m going to go back to focusing more on my writing. I’m planning on using most of my attention on my personal projects, but I’ll try to squeeze in some time for more blog posts. There’s already a story idea for a short series that I have in mind.

A while ago, I had an idea about taking an existing character that was generally viewed as lame, or weak, and coming up with a story that made them look like they are badass. At the time, I couldn’t think of one I wanted to use, so I decided to use a character of my own. I actually haven’t started on that one for a couple of reasons. Since it was my character, I wanted to do the story in comic book form. Due to my intense hatred of writing in script form, I chose to draw the comic book myself. However, since my lack of artistic ability irritates me, I’ve been dragging my feet on it.

Yesterday, as my mind was running in circles at work, I remembered an old character when I was running through a storyline that he was involved in and thought he would be perfect for my “turning someone into a badass” idea. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if nobody who reads this blog (all 3 of you) remembers who this guy is. He was never on his own, but he was part of a team that was popular enough back in the mid 90s that it had its own cartoon. Granted, it didn’t last long, but still…

It’s not going to be very long, probably only 4 or 5 parts at most. The first part is going to be a prologue that will detail his backstory based on what I remember and what’s in his entry in Wikipedia (He hasn’t been in comics in close to 20 years, from what I have been able to gather. You can’t blame me for not being able to remember everything). That way, all of the people who have no idea who he is can get a glimpse of him, and the one or two who might know him will get a brief refresher.

Will I be able to turn him into a badass? I don’t know, but I’m going to try. I’ll leave it up to you to decide if I’m successful or not. 

Inspirational Quotes

Every time I go onto Facebook, I am bombarded with pictures. Some of them are of my friends and family. Some of them are people I have never seen before, but are showing up on my feed because somebody I know “liked” the image (WTF Facebook?). Some of them are “cute” pictures, such as dogs or kittens.

Quite a few of them, however, are pictures of scenery with inspirational quotes overlayed on them. Most of these quotes are “hug your neighbor”, “we’re all in this together” type of gag inducing sentimentality. Since I’m not a huge fan of them, I decided I would make my own, put in quotes that really mean something to me.

So, for your viewing pleasure, here are my inspirational quote pictures.





You’re welcome, world.

What the Hell, Marvel?

While catching up on things that I  missed out on during my break from reading comic books, I came across a title on Marvel Unlimited called Uncanny X-Force. It had a few characters in it that I liked (Deadpool, Wolverine, and Archangel) and a couple that I didn’t really  care about one way or the other  (Psylocke and Fantomex).

The reason I’m asking “What the hell?” is because of a running story thread that is present throughout both runs of this book. It’s not a main story, just a side story involving the two that I didn’t really care about and their relationship. 

When the first run started, Psylocke was actually involved with Archangel. Then, at around issue 15 or so, Archangel went nuts abd tried to become the next Apocalypse. In order to stop him, they wiped Archangel’s mind clean. Since he no longer knew who she was, Psylocke took that as a sign that they were no longer together. 

Fantomex, this entire time, had been crushing on her pretty hard. He even hit on her a few times until she made it clear that she wasn’t interested. 

Now, I’m not sure whether or not Fantomex is a mutant. Regardless, his powers are creating illusions inside of people’s minds. He also has something that, while not a power, is a characteristic that becomes important later in the story: He has three separate minds living inside of his head. The three minds are, first, his own (Fantomex), second, a feminine mind  (Cluster), and third, a dark side (Weapon XIII). Somehow these three minds functioned together correctly, and as a bonus, made it hard for telepaths to read his mind.

Anyway, towards the end of the first run, Psylocke started having feelings for Fantomex. This escalated in the second to last issue in the 35 issue first run. In issue 34, Fantomex sacrificed himself so the Psylocke could live. Since this is a comic book, and nobody stays dead forever, they revived him in the very next issue. They put his body into a machine that brought him back, but when it did, it split the three different minds into three different bodies. Weapon XIII ran off, but the other two went home, taking Psylocke to meet their mother and the run ended with Fantomex and Psylocke seeming to live happily ever after. 

Cut to the start of the second run and where it gets pretty messed up.

Psylocke has left him. In a series of flashbacks, you find out that he’s kind of a douche. Psylocke then discovers that all the sweet things that he did for her in the first run  were actually coming from when Cluster was in control of the Fantomex body. So, naturally, the two women then hook up. Also naturally,  he catches his girlfriend sleeping with the female version of himself (That’s a hell of a sentence).

Fantomex gets jealous and sets her up to get arrested by police in Paris. She gets out of the trap and when she gets back to the house they all share, she discovers that not only is she sleeping with both Fantomex and Cluster, they’re also sleeping with each other. 

Let that sink in for a minute.

He’s sleeping with a female version of himself. 

So, basically, she’s cheating on her boyfriend with her boyfriend, and he’s cheating on her with himself. 

WTF Marvel?

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Weapon XIII shows back up, kidnaps Psylocke , and tries to win her back for himself. She says no and escapes. Then, Fantomex and Cluster try to talk her into some weird 3way relationship. She says no to them and then they offer to all go back into one body just so she’ll be with them again.

I don’t know what happens next because I stopped reading there. Seriously, WTF was that all about? Am I the only one who thinks that this story line is convoluted, creepy, and weird?

Spider-Man Fan Fiction Finale 

Morbius took two threatening steps forward. “You ruined everything!”

Spider-Man wasn’t sure what to do. After all, he hadn’t done anything to interfere with whatever procedure  Morbius had just done. The rage on the vampire’s face told him that it didn’t matter. Failure had angered him to the point where he wasn’t thinking rationally.

“I didn’t,” Spider-Man tried.

Morbius interrupted him with a snarl as he hurled a table at Spider-Man.

Normally, having a table thrown at him wasn’t something that he would be afraid of. He’d been hit by plenty of harder objects. This table was covered in chemical filled glass containers. Without knowing what was in those containers, or what would happen if the chemicals inside of them mixed, Spider-Man wanted no part of what was coming his way.

Peter leapt away nimbly, barely making it out of the way. He shot two streams of his web at Morbius. From previous experience, he knew that his webbing wouldn’t hold the vampire indefinitely. All it needed to do was slow him down, though. The strands did their job and tangled Morbius up enough that he had to stop to free himself from them.

His opportunity upon him, Spider-Man jumped forward and, using his momentum, landed a solid punch in the middle of Morbius’ chest. The vampire flew backwards until he crashed into the machine he had just been using. A small crack appeared in the glass wall of the chamber, but, other than that, the setup remained intact. Still, it was enough to infuriate its builder even more.

“If you have broken my machine,” Morbius hissed, “I will drain every last drop of blood from your veins before the night is through.”

The vampire lunged at Spider-Man clumsily. Peter jumped over him and grabbed ahold of the ceiling. Turning his head as his opponent passed underneath him, he saw that he was right to be afraid of what would happen if the chemicals mixed. At the base of the wall the table hit, smoke was starting to billow. A second later, a small fire appeared. Upon seeing the flames, Morbius became even angrier.

“I will not let you destroy what I’ve built here, Spider-Man!”

He wanted to point out that it had been Morbius who had thrown the chemicals, but he knew that it wouldn’t make a difference. Instead, he shot more webbing at his opponent. This time, the vampire mimicked Spider-Man’s earlier move and jumped over it. Morbius flew forward and crashed into Peter as he hung from the ceiling.

The two combatants hit the floor hard and began wrestling around. All of Morbius’ energy was put into trying to get his fangs onto Peter’s neck. All of Spider-Man’s energy was spent making sure he didn’t.

Morbius managed to get on top of him. Spider-Man was using both hands to keep the fangs at bay. The vampire took his hands and began trying to gouge the hero’s eyes through the mask. With his strength, and mask, starting to give out, Peter knew it was time to take action. He let go of Morbius’ head and quickly twisted to the side.

With nothing holding him back now, Morbius’ face shot down with all of his strength. After Spider-Man had moved out of the way, there was nothing between him and the ground. His face hit the ground with a hard slap. If the vampire had a nose, it would’ve broken. It was still enough to temporarily knock the sense out of him, though.

Knowing he had to strike before he recovered, Spider-Man picked the vampire up and hurled him into the machine with all of his might. A loud crash accompanied the sound of breaking glass as Morbius broke through the glass chamber. Sparks shot out of various electrical wires. Power to the machine flickered briefly before going out altogether. Peter smiled. It worked just as he had hoped. In that one move, he had both destroyed the machine and hurt Morbius.

He wanted to go to the chamber and make sure that the vampire was down for the count, but the acrid smoke from the chemical fire began burning his nostrils. Suddenly, his spider sense began going off. Using his webs, he got out of the room as quickly as possible. When he was about fifty yards back down the sewer line, the whole room exploded in a bright white fireball. The heat pouring off of it assaulted his lungs as the shockwave blasted the air out of him.

A couple of minutes went by as Spider-Man just laid there. His breathing became regular again and he lifted himself up off the ground. Slowly, he made his way back to the room’s entrance. He didn’t want to stay long. After all, the fumes of the chemicals could be toxic, but he needed to check on Morbius.

Across the room, now nothing more than one big pile of debris, Michael Morbius was exactly where he was when Peter left. Now he was nothing but a burnt husk, however. Without anything else to do down here, Spider-Man sped away from the scene.

When he was far enough away, he changed out of his costume and began walking down the street back to his home. Questions hounded every one of his steps. What had Morbius really been doing? What caused the explosion: the chemical fire or the sparks from the machine he had broken. Was there anything he could’ve done differently to prevent Morbius’ death?

He didn’t have the answers. All he knew was that he had taken a killer off of the streets and prevented them from possibly making themselves more powerful.

It wasn’t much, but it was all he had.

NaBloPoMo Hangover 

As you can see, I haven’t done any writing since NaBloPoMo ended. The only  things that have published are those that were scheduled when I scheduled the rest of my Star Wars story. I’ve pretty much been in a writing funk since then.

While I’m grateful for my time as a Pepper, I met a lot of cool fellow bloggers and read their awesome stuff, it made me realize that I’m not an everyday blogger. Hell, I’m barely a once or twice a week blogger anymore.

I’m more of a “whenever I feel like it” blogger.

I don’t do well on here when I have to pump out post after post. I’m better off just posting when something catches my attention, or I actually feel the need to post something. 

Posting just for the sake of posting every day burned me out a little bit. Don’t worry, 3 or 4 people who actually read this, I have no plans on quitting. I’m just probably not going to blog again until I come across something that brings out the blogging mood in me.