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...

Deathstorm 2

His name was Malachi Morgan and he was the son of Chicago’s most notorious millionaire, but he wasn’t like his father Mal fell far from the tree. He decided, at nineteen, to reject his wealth and make it on his own. He worked in speak easies, bathtub distilleries, and...

Deathstorm

Casey sat on the edge of a failing structure. Perched atop the remnants of the bus terminal at 14 East Randolph he looked across the vast landscape of what used to be Chicago. The city had burned for six months after the storm. What remained of the skyline were jagged...