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This is another scetch of that character i designed for a book/story i was going to write, but never got around to it if i think right i may still have part of the begging that's kind of crappy and unfinnished!!!
HERE IT IS:

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FOREIGN LEGION
By: William. J. Blackshire.
The Legion was start at the end of an apocalyptic twentieth century, on an alternant timeline, in which the Second World War has never truly stopped. Hitler died years ago and his successor, a very evil person; know only as “NATAS” ruled over ever growing army that has taken over Russia, half of Europe, all of Asia, most of the African continent, and half of South America. The world was in a semi-peaceful state that wouldn’t last very long, so the U.S., Canadian, European governments, and some Russian and other rebels started a group of superhumans. They became the Legion, lead by The-Never-Ending-Man, a man that is completely bulletproof, fireproof, and immortal, they lead to this day an almost never ending fight the Nazis, now known as Natis.
But! That isn’t where our story begins. It begin years later after all the original Legion members, except The-Never-Ending-Man, have ever retired or fallen in battle, and the war still hasn’t came to an end, the U.S. government has gotten desperate, and has started experimenting with superhuman D. N. A. They have created a super superhuman with all imaginable powers. He was codenamed Annuus Spero, which is Latin for Last Hope, because he was their last option.
He could lift over nine hundred ninety nine times his own weight, run faster than sound, was completely immune to all diseases and poisons, couldn’t breath under water or rather hold his breath for long periods of time like a whale or porpoise, talk with some animals, shoot lasers from his eyes, mouth, and even nostrils, fire a heat or freeze ray from his hands, he couldn’t fly but could leap over three hundred thirty four miles into the air, like The-Never-Ending-Man, he was completely bulletproof, fireproof, and almost immortal, if anything was powerful enough cut or blow off a limb he could regenerate it, transform into a small chiwawa, and many other undiscovered powers are believed to exist. He looked like a normal humanoid, but with pale gray skin that was ruff like a stone, white hair that only grows into a Mohawk, his left eye glowed bright green while his right eye glowed red, along with an eye condition called nystagmus which gave him twitchy eyes, he has six fingers on his right hand and four on his left, and his shoes size was eighteen and a half wide adult at the age of five.
He was very well behaved until one day he was given his first television and tuned into his first channel… vh1 classic! He seen all the old metal bands, heard all their songs, and started behaving and dressing like them. Instead of the standard forest green uniforms he started wearing lots of black leather, spikes, and even makeup like KISS, Twisted Sister, Motley Crue, Alice Cooper, White Zombie, Ozzy Osbourne, Duran Duran, The Cure, or Marilyn Manson. He use to have pictures of the U.S. presidents, General Rock the head of the experiment, and the scientist and superhumans that made him, but he replaced them with posters of rock groups, supermodels, movies, comic books, and anarchy groups. His superiors didn’t like the way he was acting, so they took away his posters, comic books, CDs, movies, television, black leather cloths, and most of his outside privileges, and doubled his classes. He didn’t react to it as planed, instead of calming down so as to get back his privileges, he demolished half the base and fled the seen. The U.S. military spent years trying to hunt him down, but the most interesting thing was this all happened when he was only twelve years old, and they were never able to fined him… Until now!
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In a West Texas bar sixteen miles out of Le Paso a large shadowing figure sits at in a booth by itself drinking pint of beer. The only other people in the building besides the figure is a slightly smaller man behind the bar scrubbing mugs and a middle aged waitress sitting at the bar smoking a cigarette. The sound of a car pulling up and stopping awakens the waitress to action. A man wearing a long brown kaki trench coat enters the bar, walks right past the waitress and bartender that are asking him what he would like to drink, and takes a seat in the booth in front of the figure.
His whole body except his head was covered by his trench coat, his face shown him to be around the age of forty to forty five years old, he had the stereotypical nose of eastern European Jew, dark brown eyes, light tan, and black hair with graying sideburns.
“Hey! Sir, that seat is taken! He doesn’t like it when people sit close to h…”
“It’s okay, Lucy Anne! I show this asshole what happens when people I don’t know get to close,” said the figure as it stood revealing that it was a man with a black Mohawk and playing card spade shaped goatee, hazel blue eyes that twitched randomly, dark tan, about thirty five years old, wearing a immense black t-shirt with a picture of a hand giving peace up with a spray painted on anarchy A that was very tight on his beer-belly, a pack of cigarettes was clearly hidden in his right sleeve at his shoulder, black leather gloves one clearly holding two fingers together of his right hand and one finger on the left glove didn‘t have a finger in it at all, and supporting extremely loose black bellbottom pants.
“I know who you are,” said the man in the trench coat placing his hand on the table.
“So, lots of people know who I am, asshole!” said the Mohawk man as he stepped around the table to the other side of the table at the man’s side, now reveling that he was wearing a pair of sandals, because his feet were so huge that no shoe could fit them.
“Yes, but lots of people don’t know your real name do they? Annuus Spero?” said the man quickly pulling out a picture out of his left coat pocket.
The Mohawk man looked startled, anger, and curious taking the picture in his large gloved right hand with the unusual extra finger in the glove finger, and looking hard at the picture. The picture was an old photo of a small child with gray skin, a white Mohawk, two different colored eyes, wearing a standard army issued button up shirt, and was possibly about nine or ten years old.
“No one has called me that since I was a pup! People around here call me Ozaenitis or Ozzy Boy for short!” said the Mohawk man crumbling the picture in his massive hand and tossing it over his shoulder.
“We know. We’ve been watching you for the past year.” said the man flicking a card out of his coat’s sleeve, and handing it to Ozaenitis. Ozaenitis takes the card, squints his eyes, and reads it aloud.
“‘We of the Legion are honored to have you to join our ranks to help stop the oppression by the one called ‘NATAS’ and his/her forces of evil! LEGION lead by: The-Never-Ending-Man since: 2009.’ Let me guess that’s you, asshole!” said Ozaenitis flicking the card, with his thumb and index finger, back at the man so hard that it stuck into the wood table in-between the man’s fingers, not harming him in the least.
“Yes it is!” said the man opening up his trench coat to reveal his skintight red, chrome silver, and blue latex suit with a gold and white clock logo on his chest.
“Let’s talk more outside. I’ve already made too much of a seen here already.” said the man pointing at the on prying eyes of Lucy Anne the waitress and the bartender. He stood, stepped past Ozaenitis, and led the way out the door, Ozaenitis fallowed behind with the bartender calling out to him.
“Hey, Ozzy Boy, what about your tab! You’d said you pay me to day!”
“Maybe tomorrow, Bartholomew!” said Ozaenitis exiting quickly out the door.
“You said that yesterday!” yelled the bartender as the front door swung shut.
Outside Ozaenitis walked to the man’s car, it looked like a normal banana yellow 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88, but with a high-tech interior. The man walked to the driver side, opened the door, reached inside, pushed a button with H2O wrote on it that was on the dashboard, and said, “You will no longer need your Disguise since you will be joining us, at the Legion.”
“WhaAHH!” yelled Ozaenitis as a small porthole door opened on the passenger side door and out came a nozzle tip and sprayed high-pressured soupy water and then normal water directly into his face, chest, and stomach. Coughing and spitting Ozaenitis staggered backwards wiping the water off his face, when he was done rubbing his face; the dark tan colored makeup that covered his body, the temporary hair dye that colored his hair black, and the hazel blue colored eye contacts had melted off. His stone like gray skin, ghost white hair, and two different colored glowing eyes were exposed.
“What… Cough! What was that for? You’ve ruined me here! I can’t come back here now! I was just getting used to this dump, asshole! And do you know how long it takes to apply all that crap to make me look fucking human!” said Ozaenitis as the liquefied makeup and hair dye soaked into his shirt, and the man reached in and pushed the button again shutting off the water pump.
“I can’t use normal hair dye because my hair won’t adsorb the dye, so I have to use temporary dye. It only works because it hardens around the hair, and it’s cheaper,” Ozaenitis said stroking his Mohawk back out of his eyes, and spitting out some water that got into his mouth.
“I did that so you wouldn’t have no other choice but to join us. Sorry, but I was given an order to do that!” said The-Never-Ending-Man reaching into his car again and pushing a button with the same gold clock logo as the one on his chest.
“Now what?” asked Ozaenitis as the car started to transform into some sort of jet-airplane.
The jet plane was red, chrome silver, and blue like the The-Never-Ending-Man’s suit, it had one big jet engine on the back, only two seats, six wing like fins; three large ones in the back and three small ones in the front, and three of the clock logos; one humongous one on the hood and one on each door.
“I called The Clunker!” said The-Never-Ending-Man seating himself into the driver’s seat, and pushing another button that rolled down the passenger side window.
“Will you join me please? I have orders saying I can use force to make you come,” said The-Never-Ending-Man patting the seat next to his, looking out the passenger side.
“You must not have read my whole file, because I’m the strongest and fastest person in the world, not to mention I’m immune to all forms of poison, asshole,” said Ozaenitis with an immensely sarcastic tone, and slapping the top of the jet, leaving a perfect handprint dint on the roof.
“Yes, I’ve read your file cover to cover many times, and we’ve spent more than twice as much making a drug powerful enough to put even you out, than we spent creating you! I have some right here in this vile and some in this dart gun!” said The-Never-Ending-Man pulling out and holding a vile with a tan fluid in it in his left hand, and an air pistol in his right hand, aiming it out the passenger side window, at Ozaenitis’s head.
“I guess I can believe that, but my skin, like yours, is completely bulletproof, so how are you going to get that shit into my system, asshole,” said Ozaenitis removing his gloves, tossing them aside, and bending down to the window, so that the gun’s barrel was an inch from his forehead.
“This stuff is so powerful that it doesn’t need to purse the skin, just touch the skin, and it absorbs in!” said The-Never-Ending-Man cocking the gun, and shoving it against Ozaenitis’s forehead.
“Uh oh! Ummm! I believe you! Not because you work for the government and all, but because you’re the only person that’s found me out about what I am and still think they can take me down, asshole,” said Ozaenitis as he opened the passenger door, and got into his seat.
“Alright! Buckle up!” said The-Never-Ending-Man tossing the gun out his window, and punching a button with the image of a man with a seat belt on. Three thick red, gray, and blue leather straps swing out of nowhere, and wrap themselves around Ozaenitis’s neck, chest, and waist, and two metal bars of the same color came down over his shoulders.
“Also, we found it would be cheaper to trick you with a made up drug than actually make something strong enough to take you down!” said The-Never-Ending-Man quickly handing the vile to Ozaenitis with his left hand, and flicking a switch with a picture of a flame below it with his right hand.
“It’s whisky-eeeEE!!!” yelled Ozaenitis popping the top off the vile and smelling its contents just as the jets engines come to life. The jet fires off so fast that it caused a sonic boom, shattering the glass windows of the bar and all glass products inside.
The jet rockets through the sky so fast that it changed cloud formations, and couldn’t be seen by anyone on the ground.
“So, what all have you been doing these past few years? We’ve been watching you for about a year, but we are still curios about where you’ve been for the past twenty seven and a half years,” questioned The-Never-Ending-Man never taking his eyes off the sky.
“If you must know, asshole, I’ve spent the first few year of freedom living in a sewer in New York with a bunch of crazy bums, asshole! Than I finally found a uses for that shitty ass power yawl gave me to turn into a chiwawa, and stayed with a rich rock star’s wife in Hollywood until they figure out that I wasn’t getting older and out lived most dogs of my size, and I would have to disappear for a few days, because I needed to relax from being stuck in that form for too long,”
“That must have been nice for the time you spent there. Being pampered, taken care of, and living with a rock star must have been heaven for you,” said The-Never-Ending-Man folding down his sun visor that had a G. P. S. with a screen in it instead of a mirror.
“Yeah, asshole, it was until she got the idea one time to get me fixed, but I ran off for a few days, they put up a bunch of posters and had a bunch of TV news shows show pictures of me and offering a reward for my safe return. Well I returned a couple more days later, and her husband had talked her out of the whole fixing thing. Plus my name was when I was there was Prince Winky of Darkness, because of my two different colored eyes!” said Ozaenitis turning his head to face The-Never-Ending-Man, and making his eyes glow extra bright.
“That was you they were looking for out there in California? General Rock claimed he saw a picture of you on TV about seven years ago…”
“Hey! Yeah, what ever happened to the old fart, asshole?” asked Ozaenitis taking a soaked pack of cigarettes out of his right shirt sleeve, pulls out the only dry one he could find, puts it in mouth, and lights it using his right eye’s laser.
“He came down with Alzheimer about ten years ago, and didn’t make any since most of the time, that why we didn‘t believe him when he said he saw you on the TV! He passed on about three months ago of a hart attack… I was kinda hoping we could have retrieved you so you could see the old man!” said The-Never-Ending-Man slowing the jet down, because a strange flouting fortress came into site in front of the vehicle.
The fortress was about three hundred sixty nine stories tall, three quarters of a mile wide, crown like in shape, a giant ring with nine tower like spikes with giant spinning helicopter blades on the ends, the bottom was painted light blue and the top wasn’t painted at all, it had thousands of red, yellow, green, blue, purple, and white lit windows, all around the ring shaped bottom were Algerian, American, Australian, Belgian, Canadian, Costa Rican, Cuban, Danish, Dutch, English, Egyptian, French, Irish, Jamaican, Liberian, Mexican, Moroccan, New Zealander, Nicaraguan, Norwegian, Russian, Scottish, South African, Spanish, Portuguese, Venezuelan, and Welsh flags, and it was hovering in the air in stratosphere just a few kilometers from outer-space.
“That’s… That’s… That’s too bad! Sooo! What’s your story, asshole?” said Ozaenitis trying to change the subject. He wouldn’t mention it, but Ozaenitis always saw the old general as a farther figure. The general taught Ozaenitis most of his physical combat stuff, but he also taught him how to play baseball, ride a bike, play chest and checkers, camp, hunt and shoot a rifle even though it would be pointless.
“Me? My story? I’m glad you’re interested. Lets see… where do I begin? My real name is Jacob Isaac Josef Abraham Moses Oyf Shtendik Judah Adam Cohen IV; I’m of Jewish heritage, originally from Poland where I was a shopkeeper’s assistant, I was captured by the Germens in 1939 I was thirty six then, they took me to a prison camp were they experimented on me and others everyday, I was the only one to survive their constant and torturous testing. This continued for six very long years until the U.S. liberated my camp, after which I returned to my home in Poland, but I could only stay a few months, because when I heard that the Nazis got their second wind with their new leader, after Hitler‘s death. So, I fled to America where I became a shopkeeper in Pennsylvania. Then one morning I was walking to work when a drunken man driving very quickly hit me. I was completely unharmed, but the man lost both his legs from them being crushed by the firewall of his truck that was shoved through the cab by the force cause from hitting my body. The doctor that checked me out said my skin was like very strong leather, so I became The-Bulletproof-Man. That lasted for twenty years, until people started noticing that I wasn’t aging, so then I finally became the The-Never-Ending-Man. I did the normal hero thing were I stayed in one city, until the Legion was started, and the government started asking all beings with a supernatural power to report for recruiting. I joined, traveled the world, and became the first and only leader of the Legion! That’s my story in a nutshell,” said The-Never-Ending-Man removing his trench coat so as to guiding the jet into the fortress’s docking bay more easily, and veiling that his costume’s sleeves end at his elbows and a barcode number tattoo on the forearm of his right arm. Ozaenitis could read the barcode perfectly; it read 042588041363040263.
“That’s an odd story, asshole,” said Ozaenitis flicking his cigarette butt out his window, before they were all the way inside the docking bay.
The inside docking bay were hundreds of different kinds aircraft. One was designed to look like a dolphin, another to look like a horse, a third looked like giant masquerade mask, a forth was a enormous hand clinched into a fist, the fifth was tear drop shape with hundreds of tiny hook shaped wings, the sixth was a helicopter designed to look like a goat’s skull with bat wings and spider legs, number seven was another helicopter covered with biohazard signs, the one after that one was a jet designed to resemble a banana, the ninth looked a lot like a rodent’s head, but was suppose to be a chiwawa’s head, next was a motorcycle customized to fly, after that was a three legged five armed robot body with no head, the twelfth was helicopter that looked like a giant grenade, number thirteen was huge boot shaped tank with copter blades and jet wings, there were many more oddly sharpened craft, but were to far out of sight to identify, and after that as far as one could see in the docking bay were hundreds of army, air force, and navy planes, jets, copters, and air transport vehicles.
“What all kinds of superheroes are up here, asshole?” said Ozaenitis pointing at the oddly shaped vehicles as The-Never-Ending-Man was searching for a spot to park the jet.
“Yet again I’m glad you’re curious! That one back there we just past, the one that looks like a goat’s skull with bat wings and spider legs, it belongs to LaVey Manson Devilkin also known as The-Anti-Devil the former reach satanic leader who was apparently killed by one of his disciples so that they could take over his position, and that one that’s shaped a chiwawa’s head belongs to Le Perro! You should know of him because he contributed to your creation. He’s the source of your transformation power. Oh, and that ship over there belongs to Lil’ Medusa!” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing at a vehicle that wasn’t visible a few moments ago, and pulling into an empty space between two normal army helicopters.
Lil’ Medusa’s vehicle was a sort of flying sled designed to look like the flying carpet from Arabian Knights. It was covered with symbols of snakes and the famous gorgon that she was named after.
“So, how many of one asshole live up here? I see several of yawl’s jets, but I’m thinking of how many I can’t see,” said Ozaenitis opening his door, stepped out ripping and tearing the leather straps and binding the metal bars that held him into his seat, and stood and stretched his legs with the humongous feet.
“No, my car! You didn’t have to do that I would have released you!” yelled The-Never-Ending-Man stilling sitting in the jet.
“So you shouldn’t have kidnapped me, asshole! What about the question I asked you, asshole? How many of yawl live up here, old man?” said Ozaenitis bending down to close the door, and look at The-Never-Ending-Man whom was still sitting inside the car.
“There are around two hundred seventy superhumans not counting sidekicks that reside here along with around a seven hundred U.S. troops, sixty two person science and medical personnel, twenty eight person cafeteria staff, a eighty one personnel janitorial and maintenance staff all civilians, not including their families, and about a hundred capture super villains in our high security prison… Oh, my god what did you do to my car’s roof!” said The-Never-Ending-Man pushing the button with the clock logo like before, stepping out of the jet before it transformed back into a car, and noticed the perfect handprint dint on the car’s roof.
“Sorry!” said Ozaenitis with his back turned, peering into an empty helicopter sitting beside the car, and pulling a flask out of his right back pocket and took a swing of the unknown fluid than replaced it.
“Sorry? Alright, calm down, Jacob… Okay, let us go inside to the main hall and let you meet everybody,” said The-Never-Ending-Man through his teeth, leading the way up the ally of planes to a gigantic set of elevator doors. Ozaenitis turned and fallowed, but moved very slowly scanning as much of the docking bay as he could see.
“Hurry up back their!” yelled The-Never-Ending-Man pushing the up arrow button, and noticing that Ozaenitis was lagging behind.
“I’m coming you old bastard!” yelled back Ozaenitis walking a little faster, and eventually reaching the elevator as the doors open.
“Wow, this is snazzy, asshole! This must have cost the tax payers a pretty penny,” said Ozaenitis stepping into the huge elaborately decorated elevator.
Inside the was a giant mural of the founding members of the Legion, a real crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a real live fish tank with a least a dozen different species of fish, six cushioned seats bolted to the floor like the ones in an opera house, an cylinder shaped ashtray like the ones outside office buildings, a mini bar like the ones in expensive motels, four small speakers one in each corner playing classical Mozart, and a living attendant that’s only duty is to pushed the button to your floor for you.
“What floor, sirs?” asked the elevator attendant who was a young man with a very proper British accent wearing a suit like that of a bellhop from the 1950s.
“Floor 185, please, The Main Hall,” replied The-Never-Ending-Man walking past the attendant with out even looking at him, and took a seat next to mural under his own picture.
“Whoa, a mini bar!” said Ozaenitis lunging at the bar and grabbing six or seven of the little bottles. He pocketed most of the bottles and drank three of them standing there. When he finished the three mini bottles of whisky and vodka they were at their floor.
“Your floor, sirs,” said the elevator attendant with his very proper British accent as the elevator doors opened.
“Come on, Ozaenitis! I want you to meet the team,” yelled The-Never-Ending-Man standing and walking out the door. Ozaenitis dropped the empty bottles and chased down The-Never-Ending-Man, who was walking through a crowd of people in office building like room, they were in.
The room wasn’t really a room as much as it was an open building in a building, was a perfect cylinder shape, about four hundred feet wide by fifty feet tall, silver colored walls, and had like a mall like quality, because there were rooms and doors that went around the building. There were mostly soldier but every now and then you could see a man or woman or other walking through the crowd wearing bright comic-bookie costumes. Ozaenitis seen a man with bluish/green skin wearing a scuba like suit that was covered in gray metal scales with a fish skeleton logo on his chest, a seven foot tall very muscular African woman in a skintight rhino skin thong swimsuit and shield with the animal’s horns on it, another man this time in an orange spotted brown dinosaur suit like the one off Barney the Dinosaur, an Asian girl with reddish/bronze skin in a white ninja suit with three arms each holding a chrome sai, a white, gray, and black wolf like creature with four legs and two arms much like a centaur, and a thin, but tall skeleton like robot with a human brain in a jar for a head.
“Maannn, you got some weird ones up here, asshole,” said Ozaenitis walking beside The-Never-Ending-Man through the crowd to a large metal door with the words “Meeting Room” wrote in bold black letters on a plastic label.
“Yes, but your not very normal yourself? Here we are! Are you ready to meet everybody?” said The-Never-Ending-Man gripping the doorknob in his right hand.
“Yeah, okay,” replied Ozaenitis unscrewing another one of the mini bottles of whiskey and downing it in one gulp.
The-Never-Ending-Man turned the knob slowly, pushed the door, and it opened to reveal another room. The room was fifty by forty feet wide; with a large table in the center surrounded by thirteen super beings all sitting in bowl shaped seats, and the only seat not filled was one with The-Never-Ending-Man’s clock logo embroidered into it.
“I would like you to meet… The Porpoise! A man with the power to hold his breath for long extended periods of time, and survive in deep, very cool, high-pressure water. He’s where you got one of your powers from,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a bald Australian man with pale white skin and a long round nose wearing a skintight grayish/blue latex suit with, designed to resemble the skin of dolphin with a dorsal-fine on the back and head, and a black dolphin shaped logo on his chest and shoulders.
“Captain Clydesdale! His superpower is superman strength and stamina. You got some of his strength and his eye condition,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a very large half Indian half African American man with different-colored eyes one blue and one hazel, this is a condition known as heterochromia along with nystagmus that made them twitchy like Ozaenitis’s, wearing a cowboy hat and a skintight latex suit designed to look like a cowboy costume with black, white, and drown horse shaped logo on his chest.
“Trépas Masque! A real life version of the phantom of the opera, he has some super strength, but his real power is agility and stealth. You didn‘t get nothing from him because he didn‘t join until after you were made,” said The-Never-Ending-Man turning and pointing to a very thin Frenchman wearing a helmet like mask that covered his whole head; it had a yellow smiling face in the front, a red angry face on the left, a blue sad face in the back, a green scared face on the right, and a blank white expressionless face on the top. He was also wearing a sixteenth century Shakespearian costume covered with little platinum mask buttons and pins scattered allover, with a long black tattered robe draped over his shoulders with its hood down.
“Iron Fists Bill! He has the power to transform his hands into metal weapons. He‘s where you got your skin color,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a grayish/white skinned, white haired Englishman wearing a short sleeve chrome silver latex suit with a gold colored fist logo on his chest, and the skin on his arms from right below the elbow down was silver colored just like his suit.
“The Dominatrix! Her superpower is superhuman strength, speed, healing, stamina, anger, resistant to pain, and very slow aging process. She is also slightly bulletproof, but not as much as us. You got her strength, speed, and healing ability,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a tall blonde light pale Nordic woman wearing a black leather S&M mask with a hole in the top so a long ponytail of her blonde hair could protrude from, goggles with red lenses over her eyes, a skimpy black leather thong and top covered with little silver spikes and chains, black leather fingerless loves that ran up to her very muscular shoulders, black fingernail polish, thy high black leather high heel stiletto boots, thick black curling Samoan trivial tattoos on her abdomen, and three different size whips on her hips strapped to her thong.
“My kind of lady,” said Ozaenitis under his breath while staring at her chest were a skull logo that was tattooed on her upper left breast.
“The-Anti-Devil! I told you a little about him in the ride over, but his power is his laser pitchfork and bionic wings. You didn‘t get anything from him ether because he wasn‘t a powerful member until sometime after your berth, but he has offered to make you a laser pitchfork like his, but you would have no use for it,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to an American man with red dyed skin, a black Fu Manchu mustache and diamond shaped goatee, golden colored goat like horns, a very wide mouth that was permanently stuck in a sinister grin filled with over sized yellowish teeth, white angelic turtledove like wings, wearing a white latex full body suit with a red devil smiley face with a big black X over it logo on his chest, a stuffed animal like devil tale sewed to the butt of the suit, a gold and white colored cape hang between his wings, and a laser rifle designed to look like a pitchfork.
“The Leper! She is infected with a super version of leprosy, it doesn’t effect her, but she is highly contagious, and the virus is so powerful that if some one was exposed to her for just a second they would be dead within a minute. How she uses her powers with out killing us and the people around is an impenetrable biohazard suit with portholes in the palms of her gloves that concentrate the virus into a beam that will kill anyone she aims it at. You got her super immune system,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a woman in a skintight yellow biohazard suit with a orange biohazard symbol as a logo on her chest, oxygen tanks on her back with tubs leading to her helmet, tiny mechanical porthole doors on the palms of her suit‘s gloves, her beautiful unaffected normal face was visible behind the three inch thick clear plastic helmet; her eyes were bright blue, she was a brunet, with lightly tanned skin, and not one facial blemish.
“Mr. Oranguman! The world’s smartest orangutan endowed with super strength, the ability to shoot lightening bolts out of his eyes and breath fire out his mouth and nose. You got his ability to fire your lasers from any hole on you head,” said The-Never-Ending-Man turning quickly and pointing to an orangutan with black hair instead of the normal reddish/orange fur. The only cloths the ape was wearing was a pair of black suffer shorts with a lightening bolt logo on the left side and a fire flame logo on the right side, a pair of black leather biker gloves, and yellow thong beach sandals.
“Le Perro! I told you about him too on the way here, he has the power to turn into a little five-pound chiwawa. It may not sound like a very tough power, but he’s been with us for over seventeen years and has proven himself time and again. That‘s why his power was given to you too,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a white man dressed up as a Mexican stereotype of the nineteenth century, wearing a two foot wide purple sombrero, mariachi suit with a yellowish/gold chiwawa logo on his shoulders, fake prop bullet belts, and rattlesnake boots with spurs.
“One you’ll really like… Brute 51! He’s an alien whose ship crashed landed in Roswell, New Mexico nearly a hundred years ago. He has no superpowers, but he’s from a very high-tech race that died out years ago, he is the only known survivor, so he has lots of gadgets from his home planet to help us. His genes gave you your ruff skin, left eye, and unusual hands,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a green skinned creature with the same large hands with six fingers on the right hand and four on the left, large bright green eyes, a bird beak like mouth, skin like a ruff stone, wearing a black leather biker jacket with a Hell‘s Angles patch sewed on the left side, a black leather spiked goblet on his right forearm, white wife beater shirt, blue jeans, and black steel toe boots.
“Dr. Elias Phillip Johnson Campbell also known as Arachnobot! The big robot that was back in the docking bay, the one with the five arms and three legs, it’s his power suit, it gives him super strength and the ability to fly. His only contribution to your creation was he was offered to design and build you a suit like his, but we found with all the superpowers we were giving you that a power suit would be useless,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a middle aged, bolding, red head, freckled face, Irish man wearing a latex suit designed to look like a lab coat and kaki pants.
“Sgt. K. A. Boom! His super ability is that he’s like you and me, but he isn’t immortal. His thing is he will strap a bunch of grenades to himself and run into a building and blow the bad guys up. The only other odd thing about him is his glowing red eyes and if your wondering, yes, that is where you got your right eye,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to a thick jawed man with red glowing eyes, wearing an old World War one helmet, a tattered old 1950s sergeant uniform, ten or twelve live grenades on his thick brown leather belt, and shinny well polished brown steel toe boots.
“Last but not lest… Baron Bouncer! His superpower was he could jump over three hundred fifty nine miles into the air. He’s retired because he lost his left leg twenty-nine years ago in a battle with our evil counter part, the Natis’ Germen Böse Liga. When he had both legs he could leap from the docking bay to the ground and bounce back up. He’s now our second in command. He’s where you got you leaping and jumping powers, large feet, and white hair,” said The-Never-Ending-Man pointing to an elderly albino man with a full beard and mustache, long white rattail on the back of his head, pinkish colored eyes, wearing a blue and white pinstriped business suit, his left pant‘s leg was rolled up to shop the stump of his left leg that had been amputated at the knee, also wearing a novelty necktie with black and white spotted cow pattern, one blue leather size thirty one wide church shoe on his only foot, and he had a drift wood cane with a fourteen karat gold foot shaped handle with twenty four karat diamonds for toenails.
“So, young man, what do you think of the place?” said Baron Bouncer leaning forward against the table.
“It sucks, asshole!” said Ozaenitis finishing the last of the mini bottles of whisky and vodka.
“Well you haven’t seen anything yet!” said The-Never-Ending-Man holding out his arms to indicate the size of the complex.
“First, we need to get you a costume,” said Dominatrix with her voice muffled by her mask, as she stood and walked around the table to the side where Ozaenitis to show her full costume by turning around like a model.
“And, then we’ll show you something really interesting!” said The-Anti-Devil with his high pitch squeaky voice that was like glass being rubbed against metal, and his wide toothy mouth dripped saliva uncontrollably with each word, while still sitting in his seat at the meeting table, and started laughing with a high pitch sinister giggle.
“Come this way, maggot!” yelled Dominatrix leading Ozaenitis to a door that came out of the wall, on the door was a picture of a shirt with a cape and pair of pants. As she opened the door the other, behind her and Ozaenitis, left. The Porpoise walked out very casually, Captain Clydesdale carried himself very nobly, Trépas Masque moved so quick and silently that no one didn’t even see him leave, Iron Fists Bill walked like a business man after a long day, The-Anti-Devil swooped out the door using his bionic angle wings, The Leper walked liked a person on the moon with long wide steps, Mr. Oranguman hoped along like all apes do, Le Perro morphed into his chiwawa form and galloped between The Leper’s legs and out the door, Brute 51walked like a big tough biker even though we was the second shortest person in the room next to Mr. Oranguman, Dr. Elias Phillip Johnson Campbell also known as Arachnobot jogged out like he had something very important to do, Sgt. K. A. Boom marched like a proud soldier out the door, and Baron Bouncer would put his cane out in front of him for balance than leap forward and repeated until he had hobbled all the way out the door.
“So, where are we going?” asked Ozaenitis fallowing Dominatrix staring at her bottom that had another tattoo, this one was a little pink heart with a white rose wrapped around it, as they walked down a long hall only lit by a single light bulb every five feet. She was about a full inch and a half taller than Ozaenitis if he didn’t have his Mohawk.
“To what we call the Costume Room, worm. It’s where we get our outfits specially made for our needs and styles. You need a costume to join us,” said Dominatrix as they finely reached a door at the end of the hall. This door had the same picture of a shirt with a cape and a pair of pants, but it had a plastic label that read, “The Costume Room!”
“What ever floats your boat, sweet cheeks! So what‘s your story, woman of my dreams?” said Ozaenitis fallowing Dominatrix through the door into small white room; the only thing in the room was what looked like an M. R. I. or an x-ray machine.
“Strip down to your underwear and lie down on that table, and I‘ll tell you my story,” said Dominatrix walking over to a control panel and started pushing buttons, flipping switches, and turning knobs.
“Yes, ma’am!” said Ozaenitis anxiously yanking his shirt, pants, and kicking off his sandals, and hoping up on a roll out table on the machine.
“I was born and raised in Norway until I was eleven and when ‘NATAS’ invaded my family and I tried to escape by sea to America, but a U-boat sunk our ship. Every one drowned, but me. I flouted around for three day at sea clinging to a metal box, that was apparently contained a chunk of radio active material that was on its was to America on my ship. The box had a leak in it and every moment I held on more and more of the radiation socked into my skin. On the four-day a thunderstorm came a long and lightening stuck the box, causing all the radiation to leave the box and completely fuse into my body. Shortly after that a U.S. fisherman found me and brought me to sore. The rest is basically I spent time the rest of my teen years in an all girls’ catholic school, after that I tried to get a job, but the only steady job I got was as a stripper for bachelor parties. Well at one party I was hired for a partier tried to attack me, and I sent him flying through a brick wall, two cars, and a tree trunk… Okay, I’m going to ask you some questions as the machines is scanning your body, but you best not move very much or it will mess up you costume, slave,” said Dominatrix pushing a button that retracted the table into a large silvery cylinder shaped chamber.
“Okay, shoot!” yelled Ozaenitis from inside the machine as a bright laser about as big around as a quarter shined down on Ozaenitis throat, started circling around his neck slowly, and then started to move down towards his chest.
“Okay, fist question, worm! Do you want your costume to be tight or loose?” asked Dominatrix tipping on a keyboard on the control panel.
“Tight! I want to show off my body!” yelled Ozaenitis bending his head to look down at his beer belly gut, and past that to out the opening at Dominatrix’s backend that was in view from with the machine.
“Yes, now… What colors would you like?” asked Dominatrix entering in his answer.
“Black, red, and green!” replied Ozaenitis relaxing his head back, because she shifted for comfort and moved out of the opening sight.
“Cape or no cape?” asked Dominatrix clicking the three colors with on the control panel’s computer’s mouse.
“No cape, but I would like a black leather trench coat!” yelled back Ozaenitis.
“That can be arranged! What do you want for a logo or symbol to go ether your chest, shoulder, back, or all?” listed Dominatrix as she tipped in “trench coat” for a cape on the computer.
“Hum… I want a Kiss Army logo, a biohazard sign, a radioactive sign, anarchy A, a picture of a hand given the bird, a ying yang, a peace sign with a big red X over it, the Rolling Stone’s tongue logo, skull and cross bones, an iron cross, a picture of Betty Boop in something like your wearing, a playboy bunny, a pentagram, and last I want Icarus from the Led Zeppelin records! And place them where ever!” yelled Ozaenitis trying to think of all his favorite signs, symbols, and logos.
“Slow down, maggot! Okay, I think I got that all! Do you want a mask?” said Dominatrix quickly tipping in all the information, and moving on to the next question.
“No mask, but I would like some airplane goggles!” yelled Ozaenitis as the machine made its twelfth scan of his body.
“Yes! Very well! Do you want gloves or goblets?” said Dominatrix tipping in “airplane goggles” and moving along to the next question.
“I want a goblet covered with blades and spikes on my right arm and a glove on my left hand with two robotic fingers so my hands are symmetric! Did you get that out there, babe?” said Ozaenitis looking down at his hand and then out the opening of the machine seeing that Dominatrix had moved back into view.
“Yes! I got it, you bastard! Now, do you want any fines, scales, feathers, fur, chains, spikes, blades, or other?” yelled Dominatrix angrily putting down on the computer “two cybernetic finger for left hand” and moved on to the last question.
“Fur, chains, spikes, and blades please, my mistress of darkness!” said Ozaenitis as the lasers stopped and the table, he was laying out, started to roll back out of the machine.
“Okay, we seem to be done, slave! We just need to give the machine time to manufacture your uniform. It’s got all your measurements from the body scan, along with your requested extras, and materials. You should have a perfect superhero costume in a few hours, you pill of monkey spunk,” said Dominatrix walking over to a metal tub in the corner of the room.
“So, while we wait and I’m still naked… why don’t we…” Ozaenitis managed to say before one of Dominatrix’s fist connected with his bottom jaw, the sound created by her knuckles colliding with his jaw was so loud half the fortress shook, it sent him flying across the room, out the door they came in, down the dimly lit hall, and into the Meeting Room.
***
About twenty minutes later after Ozaenitis has came to, still lying on the Meeting Room table in his underwear.
“Hello, son! How was your nap?” said a high pitch squeaky voice that was like glass being rubbed against metal.
“What? Who’s there?” yelled Ozaenitis feeling little wet droplets hitting him in his face, and as his eyes started to focus back in. All that Ozaenitis could see was a shadowy figure floating overhead.
“It’s me, son! Don’t tell me you can’t remember my name already!” said The-Anti-Devil flying overhead with his robotic angle wing, while coming into focus in Ozaenitis’s eyes.
“Oh, its you, The Hell’s Angle’s guy! Man, what happen? My jaw hurt! It really hurts!” said Ozaenitis sitting up, rubbing his jaw, and suddenly spit out one of his teeth.
“The name is The-Anti-Devil, and now you know not to anger The Dominatrix! Don’t feel bad you aren’t the only one walking away from this with an injury, Dominatrix’s hand the one she hit you with is completely busted, she will be off duty for a couple of days until her super healing fixes it. Here’s your pants, it’s the only thing I could save, she set fire to most of your cloth after hitting you and finding out her hand is broke,” said The-Anti-Devil reaching behind his back, and pulling Ozaenitis’s off a metal hanger he had on one of his wings, and throwing them to Ozaenitis.
“Yeah, but it hurt! I haven’t felt pain in since I was very little! So, it really hurts me to feel pain!” said Ozaenitis still rubbing his sore jaw, and spitting his blackish/red blood.
“Just put your pants on and suck it up! I’m going to show you our high security prison, full of some of the strangest and most dangerous criminals in the worl…” said The-Anti-Devil just before being cut off by Ozaenitis.
“Alright lets go, asshole! This is going to be sweet!” said Ozaenitis yanking up his pants, grabbing The-Anti-Devil’s arm and pulling him along behind, and out the door into the crowded large Main Hall.
This time Ozaenitis saw five red head men that all looked alike and were all wearing the same turquoise latex suit with a lime green pentagon on their chest and back, a Latino woman with eagle wings and a tale wearing a red, green, and white latex loose fitting suit with an eagle eating a snake for a logo on her chest, a man and a woman with drown horse heads, tales, and hoofs, holding hands, wearing black skintight latex suit with a gold Trojan horse image for a logo on their chests, a bald man with a handlebar mustache with arm muscular that he couldn’t touch his sides if he wanted to wearing a red muscle shirt with what looked like the Arm and Hammer logo and blue latex pants, and finally Ozaenitis saw the strangest creature he’s every seen, a middle eastern woman with teal skin, shiny black hair, seven eyes with a red dot between each pair, three nostrils, a seven inch wide mouth, an eleven inch long neck, three arms each with seven fingers, four breast, fourteen abs muscles, three butt cheeks, and five triple jointed legs with four toes on each foot, she was wearing a gold tiara designed to look like spider webs and a custom made, spiked, red leather costume a lot like Dominatrix’s, but the thong bottom and small skimpy top were attached by an apron like piece that cover her stomach, it was so tight that you could still see the definition of her abdomen, with a large yellowish/gold tarantula logo that started at her neck and shoulders, and ended at her waist and groin.
“Slow down, son! And let me go! Okay, the prison is over this way,” said The-Anti-Devil putting his free hand on Ozaenitis’s shoulder, pulling his other hand free of Ozaenitis’s hand, and pointing across the room past the crowd to a large red door.
“Okay let’s go, asshole! I’ve seen what some of yawl look like! I can’t wait to see what you got locked up!” yelled Ozaenitis pushing his way through the crowd, and as The-Anti-Devil started flap his wings and fallow Ozaenitis by air, so he doesn’t have to deal with the crowd.
When Ozaenitis reached the door he found it was a large metal door much larger than the Meeting Room’s, painted red with a comical “In Jail” square from the Monopoly game was hand painted on to the door, and a key code lock was the only thing that held the door closed.
“Okay, son, please turn away and make sore no one else sees the code I’m about to enter into the keypad,” said The-Anti-Devil landing in front of Ozaenitis, bent over the keypad of the code lock, and started to type in the code.
“What ever,” said Ozaenitis turning his back, but perking up his ears to listen to the sounds by the keypad when a button was pushed; each buttons sound was different, it made a quick beeps for what ever number was entered in. If five was pushed five radium beeps could faintly be heard.
“2-5-2-2-5-7-4-4-7-3,” whispered Ozaenitis repeating the code based by the sound.
“Alright! Are you ready?” asked The-Anti-Devil pushing the door open, and partially entering the room.
“Yeah, asshole, move!” said Ozaenitis pushing The-Anti-Devil out of the way, and ran into an elevator like the one from before.
The elevator was the same size as the first one, but it didn’t have all the detailed lectures like the chandelier, fish tank, ashtray, a mini bar, and classical music. It had four seats, but they weren’t the soft cushy opera house seats, they were made of solid steel and were more like bleachers from a foot ball game. There was an elevator attendant, but instead of being a young man in an old bellhop uniform, it was an old man wearing a sergeant’s uniform, with no legs sitting in a wheelchair and wearing tick black sunshades with a little camera mounted on one of the lenses with wire running out of it and into the temporal of the man’s head, also he had lots of hideous and nasty looking burn scars on his face, arms, hands, and the stumps of his legs.
“What floor, sirs?” asked the elderly elevator attendant with a harsh groggy voice, that was from years of shouting and yelling at the troops that use to be under his command.
“Floor 201, high security sector, please,” said The-Anti-Devil pulling the door shut behind him, and seating himself on one of the metal seats.
“What is this? This isn’t a prison full of super strange bad guy, asshole!” yelled Ozaenitis as the old legless sergeant felt the Braille on the buttons for the requested floor.
“Sit down, son. Where on our way now,” said The-Anti-Devil crossing his legs, putting his arms behind his head, and leaning back and relaxing.
“Hey, what happened to that guy? He‘s fucking freaking me out. That‘s the creepiest thing I‘ve seen here yet,” whispered Ozaenitis sitting next to The-Anti-Devil on the metal bench like chair.
“Sgt. Kapton! He was leading a secret mission in Leipzig, Germany when a mortar round hit his foxhole. Both his legs were blown off and his eyes were permanently seared shut. That thing on his glasses is a thermal signature sensor; basically he can only see body heat. That’s why he still has to use Braille,” said The-Anti-Devil as the elevator reached their desired floor, and the doors began to open.
“Your floor, sir!” said the old sergeant elevator attendant as the doors opened completely, and The-Anti-Devil and Ozaenitis stood to leave.
“Thank you, Kapton, sir!” said The-Anti-Devil walking out the elevator and into a small eight foot hallway.
“Your welcomed! I heard what you said about me, boy… If I hear you say I’m freaking or creeping you out, I’ll jump out of this chair and kick your ass with my stumps,” said the old legless sergeant elevator attendant as Ozaenitis pasted him and went out the elevator door.
“Listen, asshole, I don’t want to have to…” said Ozaenitis quickly pushing the down button, instantly closing the doors and sending the elevator back down to the bottom level floors.
“Good reddens to bad rubbish,” said Ozaenitis turning away from the elevator, and slapping his hands together as if dusting them off.
“Not really. That elevator is the only why off this floor,” said The-Anti-Devil as he placed his hand on a fingerprint scanner on the door at the end of the hallway.
“What? Why would yawl do that?” said Ozaenitis as his face dropped from extremely happy to greatly irritate, because he would have to ride in that elevator again with that angry mutilated man.
“Because it’s a security precaution. If one of the prisoners escaped we could basically predict where they’re at and where they’re going, because they only way off the ship if your on this floor is through the elevator to the Main Hall and down the other elevator to the docking bay,” said The-Anti-Devil as the computer processed his fingerprints and unlocked the door to allow them to enter.
“Okay, that makes sin-n-nce, wow,” said Ozaenitis as walked through the door and into a room that was like a long hallway like snake room like the ones at a zoo.
The room was around a hundred and twenty feet long and only six or seven feet wide. Every three feet there was a three by six foot cell with a cryogenically frozen being in it. Each frozen criminal’s cell was labeled with his or her name, arrest date, release date, and rehabilitation program. They all had large white round band-aides on the right temporal of their heads with wires running from under them and into the ceiling.
“This lovely specimen here is my old arch nemesis, Pazuzu: the great Babylonian demon of the dreaded pestilence believed to be carried by the southwest wind. We caught him eleven and a half years ago, and he won‘t be released for another nine. Now do you see that white circle with wires hanging out on the side of his head? That is a mental deprogrammer it sends sounds, images, ideas, and rules strait into their brains. You see over so long of this it will subconsciously make them into good citizens and maybe even into member‘s of the Legion,” said The-Anti-Devil walking over and standing in front of a cell with a nine-foot tall frozen creature that was curled up to fit the six-foot tall three-foot wide cell.
The creature had a black Labrador dog’s head with no skin or flesh on the left side, an African man’s human torso, golden lion paws for hands, yellow leathery eagle talons for feet, a black and red scorpion tail, two large black raven wing, one huge black leathery bat wing, and one enormous lime green and yellow papery insect wing.
“That’s awesome, asshole,” said Ozaenitis staring at the creature’s shriveled green left eye that looked like an old soured and rotten pickle.
“And over here is the some of our member’s evil clones created by ‘NATAS’s Natis to start the Böse Liga, their evil version of the Legion. This one is their version of The Porpoise, Don Dolphin a man with fish like gills on his neck,” said The-Anti-Devil pointing to a man with the same facial as The Porpoise, but with gills on his neck, and wearing a green and yellow skintight latex with blue spots allover, a long blue fin running from the top of his head down to his lower back, and a dolphin game fish logo stretching across his chest.
“Here is their version of Captain Clydesdale, Price Pony. He had super strength like Captain Clydesdale, but a much sorter stature,” said The-Anti-Devil pointing to a midget version of Captain Clydesdale, but wearing a crown with golden horse heads on the points instead of a cowboy hat.
“Over here is Woodstock Bill, their version of Iron Fists Bill. He can transform his arms into wooden weapons and regenerate them if they’re damaged,” said The-Anti-Devil fallowed by Ozaenitis to another cell with a man that looked just like Iron Fists Bill, but with what looked like tree roots for hands and a costume that had a wood pattern.
“The-Never-Ending-Man’s evil counterpart, The-Undying-Man! He doesn’t have the bulletproof and fireproof skin, but he can regenerate his whole body from a single cell,” said The-Anti-Devil turning around to a cell behind him and pointing to a man that look just like The-Never-Ending-Man, but with a head covered with white hair with black sideburns, wearing skintight red, gold, and black latex suit with a chrome silver and white clock logo on his chest, and unlike The-Never-Ending-Man, it was wearing a long black and read cape.
“The nicer, but evil version of Dominatrix, The Schoolgirl with basically the same powers as Dominatrix except for the super anger problems,” said The-Anti-Devil pointing to the cell beside the The-Undying-Man’s. In the cell was a tall, blond, blue eyed, very muscular woman in skimpy catholic schoolgirl uniform with thy high white leather high heel stiletto boots.
“This one’s powers could be very useful to mankind, but her evil intentions have put her here. She is The Healer, the Böse Liga version of The Leper. Her power is one touch of her skin can cure any disease or poison, and she has some super strength. She was made years after the others, because Leper wasn‘t even created at the time the others were,” said The-Anti-Devil pointing to another cell this one with a carbon copy of The Leper, but not in a biohazard suit, but a white lab coat with a red Natis armband, tan under shirt, blue jean skirt, and white nurse shoes.
“Spider-Monkey their version of Mr. Oranguman,” said The-Anti-Devil showing Ozaenitis a cell with a white and brown spider monkey with four arms, four legs, four eyes, and two tails.
“La Perro is their version of our Le Perro, with the ability to transform into a ninety pound pit bull terrier,” said The-Anti-Devil walking past and pointing to what Le Perro would look like if he didn’t wear a two foot wide purple sombrero and mariachi suit. It was wearing a button up purple silk shirt, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers.
“This one is a copy of an old member of the Legion. His name was Merman; his copy here is called Furman for obvious reasons. Merman had the ability to live under water, the strength to put a small ship, and a very powerful fish tale instead of legs. He was lost in a battle with the Natis, I was only a rookie then, and you were only nine years old, and the rumor is that NATAS itself deep fried and ate Merman’s fish tale,” said The-Anti-Devil stopping and staring at a merman like creature, but instead of a fish tale it had a walrus tale and tusk.
“Goof 51 the very strange, but evil version of Brute 51. He has super rubbery and stretchy body and is completely insane,” said The-Anti-Devil walking past and pointing at a very cartoony Brute 51 wearing bright yellow overalls, gloves, and clown shoes.
“Another copy of a past member‘s copy. This one name is Psycoyote, an insane half man half coyote mix. He was spawned from D. N. A. of a retired member call Dr. Wolvane, a real life werewolf,” said The-Anti-Devil glancing at a cell as he passed it. In the cell was a four and a half foot tall golden brown colored canine like creature, it stood on three legs, one human arm was where its fourth leg was suppose to be, a solid black left eye and normal blue human eye, it was as if the beast was frozen in mid transportation.
“Lt. K. A. Bam the total opposite of Sgt. K. A. Boom. He could make his body explode and pull himself back together afterwards,” said The-Anti-Devil walking past a copy of Sgt. K. A. Boom in an old fashion Nazis lieutenant uniform, but with the updated Natis N logo in place of the swastikas.
“Baron Bounder the evil Böse Liga version of our good Baron Bouncer. He basically has the same powers as Baron Bouncer, but instead of bouncing he rather bounds around,” said The-Anti-Devil stopping in front of and pointing at a younger Baron Bouncer in a red Natis colonel uniform, and instead of his humongous feet this guy had freakishly small feet.
“Where’s Trépas Masque’s, that Arachnobot guy’s, and your evil clones at, asshole?” said Ozaenitis as he and The-Anti-Devil stood staring at Baron Bounder’s frozen corpse.
“Ours were never made that I know because Böse Liga dropped the cloning after these guys here failed, and real superhumans started joining their ranks,” said The-Anti-Devil as he turned to head down the hall to the next cell.
“Come here, my boy! This thing her should really interest you!” yelled The-Anti-Devil as Ozaenitis jogged over to see what was in the cell. In the cell was a five and a half foot tall rat man creature; it was covered with little grayish/white inch hairs, two glowing red eyes, talon like hands and feet, two four inch long yellowish bucked teeth sticking out of its mouth, a four foot long hairless tale that was curled around its waist like a belt, its left hand was wrinkled and withered and turning green, a beer belly bigger than Ozaenitis’s, wearing a old wore out black t-shirt, black and yellow checkerboard shorts, and a leather headband on its head between its ears which were as big as dinner plates.
“His name is Boorat, he was The-Never-Ending-Man’s archenemy until he was captured long before ether of us. The reason you should be interested in this one because he was revived around forty years ago, so we could collected a tissue sample to make you. His D. N. A. was used on you because he has the powerful immune system. All he needs is a small sample of any thing and he’ll be completely invulnerable to a large amount. That mean if he is given a small amount of a powerful poison the next time he comes across the same poison it won’t even bother him or if he is shot with a 9mm the time the bullet will bounce off of him. All that he is immune to was transferred to you, and you have the same ability as he does, if you are hit with something strong enough to hurt you the second time it won’t harm you a bit… He also were you got your belly from,” said The-Anti-Devil poking Ozaenitis’s stomach and turning to head down the hall a little further to the next cell.
“Your telling me you assholes used Natis criminals D. N. A. to make me!” yelled Ozaenitis in an angry growl.
“No, not really. Boorat wasn’t a Natis, h was an American born with a strange appearance and a very useful power, but he wanted to control the black market and the gangs of the U.S. The-Never-Ending-Man went after him and caught him a few times, and when he joined the Legion, we meaning the other caught him and put him into a cryonic slumber,” said The-Anti-Devil stopping in front of another cell.
“Here is another you would sorely like to know about!” said The-Anti-Devil staring at a frozen figure.
“So what’s this guy deal, asshole?”