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Author: VinceVoltage
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The Chronicles of Doom: Throne of Time, Part 1
October 31, 2155: The ruins of Earth. Distant flashes of light litter the dusk horizon. Out of the sky, a trio of robotic battle drones descends among the wreckage of an old building. Before the robots can even reach the ground, their lasers blaze across the remains of what used to be Atlas Park. A shadowy figure ducks behind the fragments of the mythical statue of the Greek god Atlas. Laser fire hits the stone statue and the ground around it. Another dark silhouette dives behind the wall beneath the statue.
“Ace, they got us pinned down. We gotta get outta here before they call down for reinforcements.”
“No! We’re going to stay and here and carry out the mi---wait, did you feel that?”
“It felt like the ground shook a little, but I don’t think…”
“ASSAULT BOT! RUN, NOW!”
The sound of a missile streaking across the sky gave them a mere second’s warning before they were caught in the massive explosion. The missile impacted on the one good leg of the statue, sending cracks and fissures up the globe and around until finally statue could no longer hold itself up and toppled over, shattering on impact and covering the two people caught beneath it.
Silence. Darkness. Nothing. And then…movement. An arm finds its way out of the rubble. Then a head, and the body it belongs to. Heaving himself out from among the debris, the man rolls down the pile of stone which was once a great monument to all the heroes of the world, and hit the pavement with a loud thud. He cried out in pain, his whole body seemingly in agony.
“You’ve got to love the symbolism in that,” came a voice from above him. “The world which Atlas supported and embraced for so long has finally toppled and broken. How fitting that this world is just about to do the same thing. Finally the time of the hero has ended.”
The voice belonged to Desmond Doom: ruler of the new world. Desmond Doom: Leader of the Phoenix Legions; an unstoppable robot army. Desmond Doom: the man who had all but conquered the Earth and eliminated all its remaining heroes, laying waste to the planet and all who refused his rule in the process.
“And now the world is truly mine, came the voice from under the crimson and yellow mask.
“Not if I have anything to say about it, Doom.”
“ Ah, but where will your precious rebellion be without you to lead it, Ace Dagger?” He walked down the mound of rubble towards Ace. “It ends here with you,” he said as he approached him. He stood over the broken and bloodied body of his enemy. “It ends now.”
“Well you’re partially right, Doom. It does end here. And it does end with me. But not now…” His voice trailed off and as his eyes began to glaze over, he started to smile. Doom looked down at his hand as it opened, revealing a small sphere with a flashing red light.
“This can’t be good…”
The sphere exploded and bathed the area in a bright white light. A vortex appeared and began to suck objects in. First, some light rubble. Then, several of Doom’s bots disappeared into the hole. Desmond Doom grasped onto the remains of Atlas’s statue as the swirling vortex grabbed at him with relentless force.
“How do you stop this thing?!” he yelled out as he lost his grip and vanished into the dark black hole.
-=TO BE CONTINUED=-
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