The Pilot 5

 Grün Engle Gegnerin The green streak landed like a meteor in the middle of the caravan. Dirt and rocks were hurled up with the impact. For a moment, there was a quiet calm, but then the sound of hyper-metals clanging broke the pause. As the mists of chaos parted, all...

Deathstorm 6

Epilogue  April 12th, 1937 Chicago— a world without LaCroix. The rain whipped around in the wind hiding the tears in the crowd. ‘Appropriate to a funeral’, Crowley thought.  He looked to the proud skyline of the city and it reassured him that his friend had saved...

Deathstorm 5

Casey had been spotted. He leapt forward as Sparky charged him. The two collided with electricity and necro lighting exploding outward. A quick electric kick to the gut and a solid shocking upper cut sent Sparky to the floor. He was still reeling from his father’s...

Deathstorm 4

“Sparky” LaCroix sat in the center of the Necro-tron. The device took two years to build in the abandoned subway under the Chicago Stadium, and had grown nearly twice as big in the last few months. More than just a device, it was a fortress from which he and his...

Deathstorm 3

Crowley was older than most knew. Not superhuman in any sense but he did not look his 90 years. There was no denying age, but it was ambiguous as to just how old he was. His thin white hair and the deep lines on his face showed a wizened age, but he had the step of a...