Athol - At the Beach

"I write way too much bonus stuff about Perditus. So, this scene may or may not come to pass in the actual continuity of Athol. It would defiantly have to take place after the events of the main story." -Casey

“Who was granted the inspiration that summer was the ideal circumstance for a stopover at the beach?” Elysia complained as she trudges through the sand. “This scorching sun is insufferable.”

“How can you find complaint even now?” Perditus scolded her. “This is the first time that any of us have seen the ocean.”

“My complaint is not with the ocean,” the girl retorted. “Its grandeur makes a mockery of any written word that ever endeavored to depict it. The heat is that with which I take issue.”

Perditus simply shook his head as Elysia drew her hood over hers. Orsolya, who was a few paces ahead of them blazing the trail, stopped and spun around in place with her arms stretched out. “This is the place!” she announced excitedly. “There’s even a shady spot beside the rocks where Ely can sulk in the dark.”

Elysia’s expression was hidden from view, but a small moan or a bark was heard in response.

“What do you think, Adora?” Perditus asked the small girl that was holding his hand. “Has Oriole really found the perfect spot?”

Adora nodded slowly, her wide eyed gaze never leaving the water. “How far does the ocean go, Perditus?” she asked.

“Um…well, it goes on forever, Dory,” Perditus answered simply.

“Actually,” Orsolya interrupted, spinning over to them. “I’m pretty sure that there’s dry land about fifty miles east.”

Perditus shot his sister a warning glance, but she continued, “You could probably see it from here if you had a telescope.”

Leona, who had been holding Elysia’s hand as they walked, released her grip and ran to catch a wave as it splashed on the shore. She giggled loudly as the water splashed around her waist. Adora began pulling away from Perditus in an attempt to follow, but Perditus refused to release her.

“Purdy! I wanna splash with Leona!” she complained as she attempted to wiggle and twist from her brother’s grasp.

“Well, now that you’ve called me ‘Purdy’ again, there’s no way I’m letting you go, Adorable Adora,” he mocked. She twisted her nose in a sneer and then turned to Elysia with her big bright blue eyes.

“Ely! I can go swimming too, can’t I?” she begged.

“Act as you like,” the older girl shrugged as she began moving to the shady spot Orsolya had found for her. “Let her go, Purdy.”

“I hope you are stuck by lightning before day’s end,” Perditus mumbled at Elysia.

“It would be proper considering the fact that you are already as lost as they come.”

Elysia reclined in the shade and Orsolya came to take Adora’s hand so that she could take her over to splash around with Leona.

Perditus stood where he was for a few moments more. He watched the girls splash around and then looked over to see Elysia staring at them as well, a faint smile just visible under her hood.

Characters and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Athol - Window

"Alright, so I did a lot of writing prompt type of stuff for Athol while I was working out the script, as I'm sure will become apparent if I keep posting them. A lot of this stuff is just scenes that are in fact cannon, but I've yet to find a place for them in the plot. My DeviantArt followers may remember this from a comic page I did a while back." -Casey

Through the window, there was nothing but darkness. The only thing to be seen was the clear white outline of the shattered glass against the blackness. Lightning struck and briefly lit up the rainy landscape outside. There was nothing out there.

A small boy stood watching the window, his expression somber and pained. A door behind him creaked open and the darkness was interrupted by the light of a small candle. In walked a woman dressed in her pajamas and housecoat. She moves slowly and timidly as if she was afraid to wake someone.

“Mr. and Mrs. Erin?” she whispered as she entered the room. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I heard a scream and---” the woman stopped short and a look of terror came over her. “My God!” she exclaimed breathlessly. She drew her hands over her mouth in order to bite back a sob and dropped her candle in the process. It was dark, but she could just make out the scene before her. Both Mr. and Mrs. Erin were dead. There was no mistaking that. The woman turned to see the little boy staring out the window vacantly as if he hadn’t even noticed her.

“Ciar?” she asked as she went to pick the boy up and hold his head against her shoulder. “Ciar, sweetheart, are ya alright?”

The boy didn’t answer; he just gripped her sleeve hard and closed his eyes. That’s when the wailing cry of a baby broke the silence. The woman pressed Ciar’s head against her shoulder as she marched past the bodies and made for the back room to retrieve the baby.

Characters and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Doctor Who Crossover (Part 3)

"This story will be switching from one Doctor's point of view to the other for a while and I hope things will start to come together in a build up to them coming face to face.

Until then, enjoy the mishmash of three different fandoms (NCIS, Arrow, and Stargate) colliding into one freaky parallel world!" -Casey

The Military Intelligence building didn't actually look all that sinister in the light of day. Sure there were security guards and metal detectors at the front lobby, but you might find that at even a simple post office in England. The offices all looked pretty unimpressive on the first floor as well, but if you had a special clearance, you could go down to the floors below ground via the lift.
Two men dressed in black suits stepped from this lift into a tunnel system that was all concrete walls and large steel doors like safes.
"Right this way," said the first man as he began to walk down the long tunnel.
The Agent straightened his tie and followed after the other man as he fiddled with his CIA ID badge. "How long was he out?" asked the agent.
"He's still out, Agent DiNozzo," the other man answered stoically.
"Still out?" DiNozzo inquired, blinking incredulously. "Well, how am I supposed to talk to him then?"
The other man frowned, frustratedly turning away to examine the wall as they walked. "I don't know, sir," he replied with a hint of annoyance. "I was just told to bring you down here."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that MI5 was holding out on us," the agent remarked causally with his eyebrows raised questioningly. He stared down at the other man with his nose upturned condescendingly. The other man avoided the gaze as they turned the corner into another identical hallway.
"You guys wouldn't have any reason to hold out on us, would you, Tommy?" DiNozzo muttered.
"It's Agent Merlin," the other man corrected as they reached the vault door they had been seeking. "And no, sir, you know just as much as we do at this point."
With that, he slid a key-card through the door's card reader and the sound of great metal cogs rumbled inside the thick door. It slowly opened and Agent DiNozzo and Agent Merlin stepped inside. They were now in a large empty square room with white concrete walls and no exit besides the main door, which closed loudly behind them.
"What gives, Agent Merlin?" DiNozzo demanded. "Where's the prisoner?"
"I don't know, sir," Merlin answered hesitantly. "I thought he would have been moved here for your visit."
"AGENT ANTHONY DiNOZZO," boomed a female voice over some unseen speaker system.
"God! What's with the volume turned all the way up to eleven?!" the American complained.
"WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO WITNESS IS TOP SECRET AND WILL NOT BE DISCUSSED BEYOND THESE WALLS," the voice demanded. "UNDERSTOOD?"
"And just what am I supposed to be witness to?" DiNozzo asked the ceiling. "The latest in surround sound?"
"UNDERSTOOD?"
The CIA agent turned to his companion, who only stared hard at the ceiling, looking equally confused by the situation.
"Yeah, sure," DiNozzo said at last, putting his hands in his pockets.
The lights in the room dimmed slowly, obscuring the corners of the room in darkness. A low hum sounded through the room and the empty space opened up to a never ending expanse of white, no corners or walls visible any longer. Standing with his back to them in this blinding space was a man dressed in a long black trench coat with slick black hair.
"What's going on?" DiNozzo asked, his eyes quickly adjusting to the sudden change in lighting as Agent Merlin stood mesmerized beside him.
The black figure turned on his heels to face them, curiosity emanate on his face. "Well, hello," the man addressed them. "It's a surprise to see new faces in here. I'm the Doctor. Who might you be?"
"Where the heck are we?" DiNozzo asked guardedly.
"Where you are, I haven't the slightest idea," the Doctor admitted with a shrug and a scrutinizing look. "Then again, I'm not quite sure where I am physically. I'd venture to guess we're in England, but with your clearly American accent, I'm not sure anymore."
"What?" DiNozzo blurted out. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Agent DiNozzo," Merlin interrupted. "I believe that the prisoner is still in stasis and what we're witnessing is some sort of...real time holographic video."
"That would be my guess," the Doctor sighed. "Sorry that my subconscious doesn't reminisce of much beside Polar bears eating marshmallows in a snow storm. What was your name, MI5 Agent?"
Agent Merlin turned his companion, but kept his eyes warily on the Doctor. "This is your chance to ask your questions, Agent DiNozzo," he whispered. "I suggest you not waste anymore time."
"Fine," DiNozzo nodded. "So, alien doctor, you've already used your extraordinary powers of deduction to surmise that I'm from the good old US of A."
"Yes, good to see you playing nice with your neighbors here in England," the Doctor smiled. "It's a shame that they haven't offered you the same curtsey."
"Don't get cute," DiNozzo warned. "I've come for answers about the bombing last month."
"Was it last month?" the Doctor asked, squinting towards the ceiling. "Missed it by just a few weeks."
"Four hundred people were killed in that attack!" the agent snapped, his cool demeanor replaced with a cold glare. "After the fire that rained down over Washington a voice announced that we were to surrender to a 'system lord' called Ra. What do you know about him?"
The Doctor had been considering the Agent's account with a grim look in his eyes. He stepped forward as he answered, "Ra, the sun god of the local gate system. Powerful, cowardly, and an all around despicable little brat really."
"So you do know him," DiNozzo stated.
"I know of him," he admitted. "And I can assure you that he is not a god. Ra is a parasite cowering within a child. But he will not relent until every single human on Earth bows before him in chains."
"Oh, I get it now," DiNozzo smirked. "Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford in Cowboys & Aliens. You're trying to convince me that you're the Olivia Wilde alien that's out to save us from the giant slimy guys."
"Let me ask you something, Agent DiNozzo," the Doctor continued. "If Ra was able to rain destruction down on your people from above from his mother ship up in orbit, why haven't they finished the job?"
"Maybe they sent you in to do some recon before they made their final attack."
"I am not your enemy, Agent DiNozzo," the Doctor assured him. "But if you and the rest of your people don't start trusting me right now, I could become the greatest threat ever known to this galaxy."

Characters (C) The BBC, CBS, SyFy, and CW

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Athol - Spy

"Little Sorcha getting into mischief for the first time. I really want to use this as a flashback for her at one point in the second or third volume. It is an important moment for her character." -Casey

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked a cold and accusatory voice.

Sorcha froze with one leg and one arm already through the window that she had been climbing through. She turned and stared up at the beautiful young woman before her, dressed in an orange robe with the hood drawn back so that she could see her silky white hair and freckled face.

“I was…uh…” the little girl answered as she climbed back out of the window. “I got lost.”

The woman’s blank expression began to give way to a glare and Sorcha involuntary backed up against the stone wall. The woman lifted her hand and her eyes began to glow with an aqua blue light. “Téigh ar shiúl,” the woman commanded, but Sorcha shut her eyes and threw her hands up before her as she quickly shouted the counter spell, “Neamhaird an draíocht!”

A breeze kicked up and then whirled around them before dispensing. The white haired woman stared at Sorcha hard, raising one eyebrow as her glowing eyes returned to normal. “Where did you learn to cancel out a Sage’s spell?” she asked.

“From you,” Sorcha squeaked. “I heard you teaching it to your students yesterday.”

“And you learned to cast it in a day?” the woman asked, intrigued. Sorcha nodded sheepishly. “What else have you learned from spying on me?”

Story and Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13

Loki Laufeyson

"Okay, so I'm messing around with this idea for a fanfic about young Loki from the Marvel Movie-verse. This snippet would be right after an attack was made on the Palace of Asgard by the Jotuns who had a mind to make off with the youngest prince. What would have happened if Loki had found out about his heritage a wee bit sooner?" -Casey

Loki ran his hand over one of the few dripping wet tapestries that were still hanging on the wall. It was still ice cold to the touch. He clenched the fabric in his fist and ice crystals ran along the stitched image of the all-father. He slumped forward, yanking the frozen cloth so that the ice on it cracked and rained small flakes atop his head.

“Brother,” a familiar voice called, breaking the silence. “Why do you linger in solitude?”

Loki released his hold on the tapestry and stepped back from it, but he did not turn to face Thor. “Did the tales not tell that the frost giants stalked alone in the shadows?” Loki replied. “Bringing a cold death to all that they touched…”

“Loki, you are not of those monsters,” Thor assured his brother. “They came to lay waste to the sons of Odin and when that proved futile they sowed their lies in hopes of dividing us! Nothing more!”

“You saw!” Loki shouted as he rounded on Thor. “The marks on my hands, the morbid shade of melanin.” He turned aside to glare at the ceiling, his eyes shimmering. “I am not your brother…I am not even permitted the title ‘Odinson.’”

Before Thor could make a reply, the great golden doors to the throne room swung open and heavy footsteps echoed as the all-father approached the boys.

“It is true that this name can only be bestowed upon my son,” the man stated as he came to stand before them. “That is a title that shall never be lost to you, Loki.”

Odin put his hands on his son’s shoulders and regarded him with hesitation. “It is true,” he admitted. “Laufey was the one who sired you, but I assure you that he has no claim to you.”

“Father,” Thor tried to interrupt, but was silenced by a single warning glance from his father.

“You took me from Jotunheim together with the casket,” Loki reasoned, swallowing hard. “Why would you do such a thing?”

The all-father stared carefully at Loki as if searching for something in his eyes. “I took you because you were full of life, a child with the potential to be so much more than any could ever hope to grasp.”

“Potential! Destiny!” Loki scoffed. “So you are no different from Laufey!”

The prince pulled away from Odin and then darted out of his reach, running past Thor before disappearing through the door.

This version of Loki, Thor, Odin, and Laufey (C) Marvel Studios

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Writer's Block Athol

I am first and foremost Catholic and some of my characters have a bit of a problem with that (as ridiculous as that sounds). I don't know if any of my stories would quite fit into the "Christian Fiction" section of the bookstore, but the truth is the truth and I hope that it resonates with my stories no matter what.

Ciar, Sorcha, Perditus, and the story Athol (C) SuperheroGeek13