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STORIES

Alison Hell

Children of the Anima

Anima Reborn

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda

Extreme Justice Movie Trilogy 3: Apocolypto - PLOT

Alison Hell 69

'It seems to me your soul is tempted by the dark side, Avrax,' said Alison Hell.

'There is a current residing of Thanagar in this dismal Xudarian city,' replied Avrax. 'Tis dismal I

tell you, as I smell Rann Citizens in some places, and gaining an upper hand in our diplomatic

endeavours will be more challenging. Nay, I despise not Rannians. They are just a pain in the

neck. Our divinities and knowledges are far supreme. I fly with the angels, I tell you. Rann uses

a ruddy jetpack. Pathetic. So if my sarcasm is dark, it is because our people are at war, and I

am suffering with them to vindicate Thanagar.'

'It's more than that. Last few day, bitch,' said Alison Hell. 'You were sparkfire. Happy. Full of

beans. But the other morning when you prayed I saw a shadow cross your face and you haven't

cheered up since.'

'It was deep prayer. Nothing more,' replied Avrax.

'Something grabbed you. Even Animistic energies might have been involved. I sensed a lot happening,'

replied Alison Hell.

'Bah. Think it nothing but a current fixation on our welfare. We have a tradestore in town, and are

importing fine Thanagarian goods. I am concerned for my community, and wish no blasted graffiti

from rival Rannians. It's nothing Alison. I'm fine.'

'So you say,' replied Alison. 'I'm jamming this afternoon with Boojum. Do you want to sing again.'

'Naturally,' replied Avrax. 'I'm thinking of releasing those covers from the other day on Xudars

Data Net.'

'Hey, no fair. That's Terran copyright,' replied Alison.

'Good luck enforcing that on Xudar, babe,' replied Avrax. 'They may be legalistic, but that will

probably work in my favour, actually. Already looked into it. Big focus on who claims the copyright

first will get the rights. Settlers mentality on first in first served.'

'Aware of that. Tomar Tu mentioned it in the discussions. Fine. But I'll be more careful in what

I get Slam to film in the future. Should be his legal rights. He did the filming.'

'But I was the main singer, and have the crux of the rights under Xudarian law, as you guys confessed

the tune was dedicated to me,' replied Avrax.

'Won't lie about it. Don't mind anyway. But I'll be more careful next time daughter of Thanager.'

Alison looked at Avrax. 'There's a darker spirit in you now. Something's changed.'

Avrax smiled, and sipped on Xudarian cola. 'I'm fine, Hellfire. You're paranoid.'

But Alison wasn't convinced.

The End

Alison Hell 70

'Who are those losers anyway?' asked Avrax the Thanagarian, smoking a ciggie, sitting on the edge

of a cliff looking out over Xen Ta city.

'Primitives according to Tomar Tu,' replied Alison Hell. 'But essentially Xudar's naturalist society.'

'Why do you want to hang around them?' asked Avrax.

'Anima and I befriended them,' replied Alison. 'They recently migrated up to the high ground for

the summer season. When it cools down they'll go back to their regular home.'

'I see,' replied Avrax. 'Hey, the calendar was cool. You put me centre stage.'

'The fans want to see more of you,' replied Alison. 'They think you're in the band now.'

'Well aren't I?' queried Avrax.

Alison leaped off the ledge and burned brightly as Hellfire. 'Avrax the Thanagarian. You are just

not cool enough for Boojum. We are head and above the best Thanagar can throw at us. Second

rate.'

'I'm not really a singer,' sighed Avrax. 'It's a talent. But I'm a community leader. My people look

to me to carry our cause. We're too outspoken to be on Thanagar at the moment. Various figures

suggested we make ourselves scarce. While the holy war with Rann goes on.'

'That doesn't surprise me,' replied Alison Hell, landing back on the cliff ledge, resuming normal form.

'Just the way I am,' replied Avrax. 'Dad raised me in the cult. It sunk in. Things I agreed with

anyway. But it's too much passion at the moment on Thanagar. We've lots who've left the homeworld

to drift for a while. They don't want any more heat, and we bring too much of that.'

She butted out her ciggie, and said 'Let's go hassle the primitives.'

'Fine,' replied Alison.

They returned to the camp of the naturalist Xudarians, and Avrax started preaching at them about

wearing clothing. She'd already studied Xudarian language before her community had migrated

to Xudar, and had little problem talking to them. They were unimpressed, though, with her

religious legalism.

'We have our way Avrax,' one said. 'This is how we choose to live.'

'It's basic and insulting to intelligent life,' replied Avrax. 'So simplistic. It's embarrassing, you

know. Even Rannians would mock you for this behaviour.'

'She's an idiot,' aid a young Xudarian, walking away.

'I think you're wasting you're breath,' replied Alison. 'Why would you care anyway. They aren't

harming you.'

Avrax stared at them all, and sat down, crossed legged. 'Give me strength ultimate deity,' she said

quietly. Alison watched as Avrax prayed quietly. After a while she stood and looked around.

“I am serene,' she replied. 'These people have been lectured. The righteous in the universe have

done their work for the moment. The pagans have a new lesson.'

'Funny,' replied Alison. 'One way of looking at it.'

'I'll be back, bitches,' said Avrax, as she started walking away. They left the community and returned

to the cliff edge.

'You are zealous,' said Alison.

I do what the universe wants me to do,' replied Avrax. 'Somebody has to.'

'Really?' replied Alison, staring at the Thanagrian zealot. She was indeed a passionate personality.

The End

Alison Hell 71

They were back in the village.

'See this,' said Avrax. 'This is Turga Flax. It grows around here.'

The Villagers looked on. Avrax started weaving the flax strips slowl. A few hours passed, and

she had weaved a basic skirt.

'Come here,' she said to a young female Xudarian. The lass came forward. Avrax tied the skirt

around her waist and tied it up with some more of the flax.

'It's not hard to make these things,' said Avrax. 'At least do that much for Xudarian society.'

'We are a quiet people,' said a Xudarian elder. 'We have old ways.' He scratched his chin.

'Elka Su. Do you think you have the energy to weave these things?' he asked.

'Maybe in the cool of the evning,' replied Elka Su. 'It doesn't look like too much effort. It

might be a relaxing and calming thing. It looks natural enough.'

'We have a lot of such things in Earth's cultural history,' said Alison.

'So do we,' said Avrax. 'Natural societies just don't have to be butt naked. They can at least

wear some basic clothing.'

'I think I can manage it,' said Elka Su to the elder.

'We'll think it over, Avrax,' replied the Elder.

'That would be fabulous,' replied Avrax. 'Come on Ali. Let's get a burger.'

Alison and Avrax walked slowly back into Xen Ta city, and she picked up her purse from

the Xendark Building. They made it to the cafe, and ordered their meals.

'You have a calling, do you?' asked Alison.

'All citizens of the universe have a calling,' replied Avrax. 'They just don't listen to the spirit.'

'I see,' replied Alison. She ate her burger, and looked at the serene Avrax. She seemed to know

her mind and had purpose in life. Serving God or the universe and, in her mind, making it a better

place. Alison had recently concluded that such things didn't matter that much in the end. But

this Thanagarian zealot didn't seem to agree. Fascinating. Something she might have to give

some thought to.'\

'You are quite the Thanagarian, aren' you dear Avrax.

'I try,' replied Avrax and lit up anoter cigarette.

Alison Hell was quite amused.

The End

Alison Hell 72

'What are you doing?' asked Avrax.

'Setting up camp,' said the worker.

'Those machines are huge,' replied Avrax.

'It's a big planet,' replied the worker.

'People live here,' said Avrax. 'These naturalists have their society here. You can't just come in

and take over.'

'Tell it to the bossman,' said the Worker.

'And who is he?' asked Avrax.

'The Scarlet Skier,' said Alison Hell. 'He serves Mr Nebula.'

'And what does this Mr Nebula want?' asked a ticked off Avrax.

'To redesign the planet. With good taste,' said Alison. 'His powers are vast. Xudar doesn't have

much ability to stop him. He does this everywhere.'

'Right,' said Avrax. 'What will happen here?'

'This place is poor taste,' said a figure dressed in read, approaching them. 'Mr Nebula has set up

camp here to get the project underway. We'll shape up this neighbourhood and get the whole planet

done in mere months. Vast improvements coming. Much progress.'

'But these people live here,' said Avrax.

'You can't stop progress. And good taste,' replied the Scarlet Skier.

'Beast,' shouted Avrax. 'I'll do something about this.'

'You do that. But I'm busy. Work to do.'

Alison and Avrax watched on as the workers continued setting up their land-altering devices, ignoring

the primitives, treating them as if they didn't exist.

'They are insensitive to these people,' said Avrax.

'Like they don't even care about how these people like to live, huh?' asked Alison.

'Exactly. It's terrible,' said Avrax. 'Terrible.'

'Really,' replied Alison.

They watched on as the workers continued.

'I'll sort out this Mr Nebula,' fumed Avrax.

'That should prove interesting,' smiled Alison. A lesson from the universe was going on here. Alison

was quite impressed with the Spirit of things. Quite.

The End

Alison Hell 73

'How about Crimson Hexagonal?' asked Mr Nebula.

'A particular favourite' commented the Scarlet Skier.

'The design is nice,' said Elka Su the Xudarian.

'You would think so,' stated a community elder.

'What exactly do you get out of this, Mr Nebula?' asked Avrax the Thanagarian.

'A better galaxy,' replied Mr Nebula. 'Goddess Greta is always commending my work, and this King Kosmos has

a new contract waiting me when I've finished here.'

They were in Mr Nebula's Command Craft, high above Xen Ta city, the Xudar project's base of operations. You could

literally see in the distance machines at work, transmogrifying the Xudarian terrain. Mr Nebula had the project well

under way.

'Of course Crimson Hexagonal barely arises in nature,' said Alison Hell.

'Pfft,' said Mr Nebula. 'That is of no grave concern. The grand architect of the Milky Way certainly had interesting

ideas in his layout, but I can do better. Far better. This world is dismal. In great need of alterations.'

'So we need to improve the natural world do we?' asked Alison Hell, looking at Avrax while talking to Mr Nebula.

'Of course we do. How could we do anything but?' asked Mr Nebula. 'Progress is inevitable. Every society faces

up to its responsibilities to have better taste in the end. It's the way of the world.'

'It's nice,' said Avrax, looking out over the changes being made. She looked at Avrax. 'Making changes. Whether

people really like it or not,' said the Thanagarian.

'Oh, it is inevitably in their best interests,' replied Mr Nebula. 'We are just facilitating their future ambitions. They all

come around in time. Every society.'

'Course,' said Avrax, looking at Elka Su in her skirt she had weaved for her. 'Course they do.'

The machines carried on, and Crimson Hexagonal was agreed upon for a certain nearby architectural design.

'Xudar will be marvellous when I'm finished with her,' said Mr Nebula.

'Course,' replied Avrax.

They watched a while, and Mr Nebula, having now addressed the pesky Hellfire and Avrax, who had buzzed around

his command ship, bothering his crew, excused himself, and the Alison Hell with Avrax and Elka returned in a

pod to the naturalists community.

'Progress. Wonderful isn't it, Avrax?' said Alison.

'Course,' replied the Thanagarian, looking up at the grand and stylish command ship of the fabulous Mr Nebula. 'Course.'

The End

Alison Hell 74

Wild Beasts. Everywhere. Wild and wily beasts. And trees and shrubs and pink and purple skies. Rivers and hills,

rocks and hollows. Primitive world. Primitive Xudar. Arkana Xudar. Avrax lay down on her stomach and sipped

water from the stream. She was naked, but had reeds about her waste, as she felt self-conscious somewhat about

her nakedness.

'Hey, bitch. Serve us,' said the figure again. She glared at the man.

'Avrax serves Avrax,' replied the Animistic expression of Avrax the Thanagarian.

'We are the ruling class of Xudar. We are the Archai. Serve us Avrax. We could use you.'

'Where do you rule?' she grunted. 'It is all wild.'

'We have – places. Here and there – places. Xudar is not that simplistic anymore. It's dreaming is ancient, but

they have a peculiar way about them. They tend to leave things be quite very much. Accepting things the way

they are. They progress. But its a natural thing in them. We see them, the primitives of their world. Still the same.

Still unchanging. Xudar in its raw form. Perhaps in its perfect form.'

'I am Thanagarian. Leave me alone Archai of Xudar.'

'Yet Xudar is your home,' said the man, now approaching. 'You were born here. Not on Thanagar. You are one

of us.'

'You insult me Xudarian. I am proud and I am strong.'

'But your birth is Xudar. Serve us. We will make you prouder and stronger.'

'Leave me be,' she said, and sipped on more water.

'I am not your enemy Avrax,' said the figure.

'You are hardly my ally,' she replied.

'No. But we can be. In Xudar physical there is the reality of your being. You could meet her. We could arrange

such a thing. If you serve us.'

'I am the reality of Avrax,' replied the Thanagarian spirit.

'You are an expression of her. But you can meet her. We can take you to her. If you serve us.'

Avrax looked at the figure. 'You can?'

'Yes,' he replied.

She stared at him. 'Leave me alone. I'll think about it.'

'Very well,' he replied. 'Well find you soon. You will join us. What else you going to do? Make reed skirts

the rest of your days and hunt rabbits?'

'Whatever,' replied Avrax. The figure left. Avrax sipped on more water and looked at the pink and purple skies.

Archai of Xudar? Beneath her. But to meet her true self. That was something to consider.

The End

Alison Hell 75

'The Gold Skier,' said Alison Hell.

The Scarlet Skier looked at his cards. 'He's a cousin of mine,' said the Scarlet Skier. 'He has a style about him.'

'Really?' replied Alison. 'And who does he serve exactly?'

'Well there's a green skier too. Another skier,' said the Scarlet Skier.

Courtney Mason looked up from her cards at the Scarlet Skier. 'Gold, Green and Scarlet?' she asked the Scarlet Skier.

'The Trinity of Space Highways Skiing Perfection. That damn Czarnian thinks he's the coolest. With his damn Dolphins. Skiers rule, Anima. Skiers rule.'

'I skiied as a kid,' said Alison Hell. 'Not much good at it. Had a boyfriend up on the slopes once. It was a fling.'

'We've been roped into duties for Mr Nebula. He's quite a passionate boss about his work,' said the Scarlet Skier.

'Very zealous,' said Alison Hell.

'Yeh, he's spirit filled,' said Anima. 'A real comedian.'

'Pays the bill, though,' said the Scarlet Skier. 'Tough galaxy at times. These days Andromedans, the cream of them, getting a lot of the top jobs. Have to pay the bills someway.'

'Avrax likes your outfit,' said Alison Hell. 'Reminds her of some of the clerics outfits in her order. The Doomsday Sect. Preachers of Judgment and Hellfire and Brimstone.'

'Bet that gets you there,' said Anima, looking at her cards.

'Sometimes,' replied Alison. 'But I prefer rainbows these days.'

'Course,' said Anima. 'Who doesn't.'

'Rainbows are Super. They are everlasting, you know,' said Alison Hell.

'Xudar gets rainbows,' said Tomar Tu.

'Rainbows get everywhere,' said the Scarlet Skier.

'A universal sign,' said Alison Hell. 'They are perpetual. Constant. Enduring. Doomsday's just kill all the Super things in the world. It's a stage were we can all play. Got no reason to leave her.'

'Neither me, quite frankly,' said Anima.

'Doomsdays are pretty bad things,' said Alison Hell. 'Of course, the devil is to blame for it all. He should really just disappear at the end of all things into the great Beyond. If the presence had any sense he'd teach him a lesson, and push him on to a new scene.'

'He'd only come back with a new scene of fresh jazz,' said Anima.

'Course,' replied Alison Hell. 'Bloody Samael. Thinks he's the coolest. Hellfire's the coolest, dude. Tougher than you, dude.'

'He'd probably say Hell ain't cool or something witty like that,' replied Courtney.

'Yeh, he probably would,' agreed Alison Hell.

'Who is Samael?' asked the Scarlet Skier.

'Fallen Angel,' replied Alison Hell. 'Goes by the name of Lucifer Morningstar. The Presence chatted to me about him for a while. Said his son had issues. Right up there, he said. Ego personified. Out to kill God practically. Must have had some childhood trauma or something.'

'Childhoods are a wonderland, but dark spirits often pervade,' said the Scarlet Skier.

Courtney looked at her cards. 'Yeh, they do,' she finished.

The played silently for a while. 'I had a dream,' said Alison Hell.

'About what?' asked Anima.

'Daniel of the Endless. The Sandman. Called me a tough bitch. All fired up,' replied Alison Hell.

'Yeh. Funny,' said Courtney Mason. 'I was always kind of partial to that Morpheus fellow though. Wonder what happened to him.'

'Probably in retirement. Fishing in Alaska. With a Shaman or something. Collecting transformers,' said Alison Hell.

'Yeh,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Classic.'

The End

Alison Hell 76

'Who is Jesus?' Alison Hell asked the Presence.

'Upstart Jew who thought he was the Messiah,' replied the Theophany of God, the Presence. 'Pushed hard in prayer and built the Christian Church. The correct faith is Torah. The correct covenant for Mankind is the Rainbow Covenant. The Abrahamic peoples have a covenant for the land from the River of Egypt to the River Euphrates. The Correct application of faith is the plain meaning of following the Rainbow Torah which is Genesis 1:1 – 11: - from Creation to the Tower of Babel. These are the core requirements for mankind. After the Covenant was given Mankind developed Nations. These nations have various ways of organising themselves. They are in control of how they go about this affair. There is no set mandate for how they organise this affair. The Rainbow Covenant is Everlasting – Eternal. The Rainbow Torah applies perpetually. There is no specific mandate on how much it should be studied. From time to time is an approach which works for a lot of people.'

'I need hot chocolate,' replied Alison Hell. She went to the Kitchen are in the Xendark building and began making hot chocolate. When she came back to where they played cards the Presence was gone, and Animus and Anima were chatting.

'He's an amusing guy,' replied Anima. 'Very funny ideas. I prefer Rainbows and Catholic Church at times. My preference for Animistic Interactivity.'

'If it works for you,' replied Alison Hell. She looked at Animus. 'What works for you, dude?'

'Eating people,' replied Animus.

Alison and Anima looked at Animus. 'Hey, kidding. Watched a Venom movie the other night. It was a hell of a rush.'

'Funny,' replied Anima.

'Don't eat people, Animus. Bad. Very bad,' said Alison.

'I'll keep that in mind,' replied the Animus.

The Presence walked in. 'Oh, Lucifer Morningstar was under the impression at times I was part of a triune godhead. Mistken thinking.'

'Right,' said Alison.

'No problems,' replied Anima.

'Enjoy church,' said God to Anima, and left.

'Funny,' said Anima.

'Funny,' said Alison Hell.

'Let's play strip poker,' said the Animus.

'You're already naked,' said Anima.

'Yep, there's nothing in it for us,' said Alison Hell.

'Pretty much. But seeing you two in the buff could be a thrill.

Silence.

'What species are you exactly?' Anima asked Animus.

'Animus,' replied Animus.

'Course,' said Anima. 'Explains everything. Get thrills from seeing homo sapiens naked, do you?'

Animus smiled. 'Monkeys with no hair. With tiny little fuzzzy bits. Amusing,' said Animus.

'Laugh riot,' said Anima.

'No, I don't think so Animus,' said Alison Hell.

'Aww, go on,' said Animus.

Alison flashed her tits at Animus.

'Made my day sweetheart. And you Anima?'

Anima looked at Alison. 'I can't believe you did that. Rude, Animus. Rude.'

'It made my day,' replied Animus.

'Deal the cards, freak,' said Anima.

And on they went.

The End

Alison Hell 77

Animus stood in the farmer's field on the outskirts of Xendark City where Slam Shiner and Professor Dred had combatted Lauraxx the Archai and the Arkana's Avraxx. He looked at the Harvester. Graffitti and a damaged roof. He opened a portal and disappeared into Xudar's Arkana. He came into the wild of Xudar's Arkana. The sky was purple and green. Wild Beasts were roaming around. He smelled the Air. He could detect a hint of Avraxx. He walked for a while and found her seated by a tree, snoozing.

'Avraxx,' said Animus.

She opened her eyes. 'What do you want, Animus?'

'Life needs excitement. The Arkana is dreaming and we have a purpose with reality. Destruction is not the objective. Activity and life – the dream continuing is. The Dream is Eternal. Life is Eternal. We work through phases of growth and development.'

'Why do you want to tell me this?' asked Avrax.

'Seeds of knowledge. Your job is to process the information and reach conclusions. The Arkana will develop and complexity will arise. A more satisfying experience.'

'I understand,' replied Avraxx.

'Travel to Thanagar and import a few Thanagarian Works. Set them with a religious Xudarian congregation and speak of a special mystery from the universe which needs the keys to unlock it. Bullshit like that usually works with the simpletons. In this you will gain Thanagarians of Xudarian influence which will emerge in Arakana of Xudar in time. This will give you company and happiness.'

'I understand,' replied Avraxx.

'Plan the project well. Don't let on. Be subtle-like. People are dumb. They are impressed by missions from the universe and special destinies. It's how religions often grow. Get to it.'

'Kapice, big guy,' replied Avraxx.

And Animus returned to reality to catch up with Anima.

The End

Alison Hell 78

'Well, team,' said Ted Kord. 'Nice to be back on Xudar. Been speaking with Tomar, and he tells me the final concert went well. By the looks of it, main goals and objectives met.'

'By the looks of it,' said Alison Hell. 'What next Teddy Boy?'

'Payday,' replied Ted. 'Back on Earth. Spend it wisely. Money doesn't grow on trees you know.'

'I pity you Ted Kord. You'll have to put up with me on the trip back to Earth. I'm too depressed to live without my girls.'

'Your girls,' said Courtney Mason to the Gray Man.

'Yeh, who else,' said Alison Hell. 'He's an old fart who needs some friends. He's funny.'

'King Kosmos,' said Slam Shiner. 'This issue is coming up soon. The actual beginning of the official program.'

'I have a little faith in Queen Bee and her team,' said Ted Kord. 'Pretty sure she'll get the deal out of Kosmos. This won't be in vain. I mean, it wasn't. Earth culture expanding to Xudar seems to have been well received. We have new intergalactic friends. That's a positive regardless.'

'Very much so,' said Tomar Tu.

'We best get going then,' said Judy.

'We best get going,' said Liv.

They boarded the M7 and Ted got it going. Soon it was in space, the journey back to Earth begun.'

'Whatcha gonna do first,' said Courtney to Alison.

'Look up Cullen,' said Alison. 'Miss him a bit. You.'

'Prometheus caught up with me the other day. Said he has business on Xudar. Told him I was going back to Earth shortly and he said he'd find me.'

'What is hothead doing on Xudar?' asked Alison.

'Building his cult again,' said Anima. 'Wants Xudarians to the wisdom in his philosophy. He got permission from Xudarian Authorities with specific restrictions. He's not that legal a citizen on Earth, and there is a watchdog assigned to monitoring him.'

'He's up to no good,' said Alison.

'Course he is,' said Anima. 'But that's hothead. He's a crazy guy with messed up views. I love him though.'

'Really,' said Alison.

'Yeh. Just cuts me in my heart. Just cuts me there. Cut me in half and went on doing it. Can't help myself.'

'Right,' said Alison. 'Well, I have a plan. On certain objectives. We went to hard. Need to mellow. But Mr Lex is not going to get his way.'

'We'll get back to Arkana soon enough,' said Anima. 'Sparkle will accept us after we've learned a lesson of not upsetting the apple cart too much. Change takes time.'

'I'll phone every day,' said Alison.

'I'll answer too,' said Anima.

Alison turned and looked out the window. Boojum had had a decent tour, with a lot of other interesting adventures on Xudar. But life had brought her home, and she was now interested in perhaps hooking up with the real Cullen Row. He didn't seem to mind her. It could be – something.

The End

Alison Hell 79

'I mean, I could fuck you. The penis goes in the vagina right? Not up the anus?' said Cullen Row.

Alison stared at Cullen. 'Yep, yep. You've got me there. It goes in the vagina.'

'How we make make a baby, right,' said Cullen. 'I mean gay people are biologically capable of making babies. My pentecostal friends informed me of that. I did not actually know that fact.'

'Really,' replied Alison Hell.

'Yeh. Amazing. Baby making. I was lying there, on the bed, looking at the ceiling. And I was puzzling. Now where do babies come from? I was thinking that. The stork? No. That must be a fable. But a chick from Potters House Pentecostal Church rocks up and says, I heard you were gay. I suppose you don't actually know how they make babies. Gay people can have babies to. Jesus says so. The Bible says it. I believe it. It's true. And I said to her, Jesus said that gay people can make babies too. The Gospels say that? And she nodded her head and went, uh huh. Gee. Amazing I said. Making a baby. What will they think of next. So, you know, that was lika an epiphany, Alison. Making a baby. A new thing for the gay community. We'd never of thought of that. So I asked her, how do you make a baby. And she whispered in my ear you put your willy wanker in her ginny winny and thrust a bit. Magic happens after that. No, I said. Your kidding right. And she informed me that you can't make gay babies by going up an anus. That's not biology, she said. And you know what, Alison Hell. I was flabbergasted. Making a baby. So, right. The penis goes in the vagina. And I thrust a bit.'

Alison stared at Cullen. She bit on her apple. She sat down on the bed. 'It was just an idea. We could use a condom.'

'Not sure the Catholic Church would approve of that one. Every sperm is sacred right?'

'Yeh. Yeh, every one of them. Look, never mind. We can just be friends,' said Alison.

'Maybe we could be rude. I'll think it over,' replied Cullen.

'Yeh,' said Alison, and bit on her apple. She looked at Cullen's bed. 'It's a nice bed,' she said.

'Are you trying to seduce me Alison Hell?' asked Cullen Row.

'Cullen Row, I have not been with a man in 6 months. Joe Public was amusing, but I am starting to get urges,' replied Alison.

'Who's Joe Public?' asked Cullen Row.

'This dude. Hangs with Batman,' replied Alison.

'I know Batman ,' said Cullen.

'No kidding,' replied Alison. 'Come on, give me a bit honey.' Alison put her hands around Cullen Row's neck. 'Dance with me baby.'

'I'm technically a virgin with women, you know,' replied Cullen Row.

'Well I'll introduce you to forbidden fruit, gay boy,' replied Alison.

She did. They did use a condom. Alison had one. Alison felt relieved. Cullen was now officially – amused.

The End

Alison Hell 80

Alison settled back in her chair. She had money now. Lot's of money. Great financial reward from Kord Industries for her service on Xudar. And she'd bought suits, and moved into a new apartment in Gotham City, not far from Cullen Row. And now she was working at Tellus Industries in Gotham City, doing research into dreams and accessing the Arkana. She needed to get back there, but Anima had informed her Animus would not give Boojum access for a long time. Damn it, she thought to herself. She had 5 million bucks. She'd buy a job with Tellus, and see what she could get done. She'd spent the last week pouring over the notes of Maxilla Yale. Interesting stuff. She'd had email chats with Kyle Woodleaf on the Dream Machine, and one had been set up in the Research Department of Tellus. Now she was studying Justice League Society notes on the Boom Tube device, an article written by Mister Miracle, which Courtney had negotiated to get her access to. And while Alison Hell was not a degree student, she wasn't exactly thick. She was smart and savvy and new how to get by in life. She'd promoted this idea to Tellus – that she was smart enough and after a few weeks of study she'd damn well know enough anyway because she was motivated, had personal interest, and did well enough in high school for the essential scientific understanding she would need. Give me a go, she said. I'll work for free for a year, she said. They said, sure. Why not. And she got started on the job. She was up to dimensional access technological papers from various academic journals. With Tellus own date, she was pushing ahead with the inquiries into knowledge to get the job done. There were figures who'd already developed technology to access the Arkana. She knew some basic ideas, but was studying hard, thinking hard, chatting with Kyle Woodleaf most mornings online, and getting on with the job. The philosophy of Alison Hell for life these days was this – morally, she would function well enough with the Rainbow Covenant. Her living partner she was aiming at Cullen Row. It was just in her blood now – no real point in changing that objective, despite the challenges involved. But she wanted to connect with Cullen Row of the Arkana as well. Not really as a lover, but because she missed him. And a few of the haunts of Arkana, including the Tenement, which she missed. It was her home also – a piece of her heart was there – so stuff Animus fussiness, she'd work it out herself regardless so she could gain permanent access rights with her own portal device. So the study went on and, for the time being Alison Hell was happy and busy enough with life.

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Alison Hell 81

Family. Parents. Siblings. Christmas. Cullen Row. Gay Cullen Row in a jumper with christmas decorations on it. Meeting parents. Swearing he is very keen on me. Bullshit. He just likes to shoot the shit. I sit there, chatting away. Uncles. Aunts. Cousins. Christmas. Cullen, he I like. The family? Don't get me wrong, I like my family. They're great. But, you know, seriously. I'm used to a lot more than reruns of white picket fences now. Life got weird. Anima showed up again. It got weirder. Entered the Arkana. Then off to Xudar. Now Dreamworld Access Research, and dating a gay man, teaching him naturalistic gay conversion therapies. Well, not really. Mainly just like the dude enough and fuck the LGBTI brigades born this way spiel. Couldn't care that much anyway. So, for now, Tellus is the fix Alison Hell is using to get by in life, and the old drugs are mostly forgotten. Life's approximately interesting now. I don't really know what dreams are still to come. I imagine there probably are many of them. But the ones my brave heart has unearthed in this life have been fascinating. Maybe I'm fearless. Maybe Taylor Swift is my passion too. Meeting Dragonheart was certainly an experience. But me and my life? So many things I've done. So many yet to do. Never boring, always passionate. Just about satisfied. Wonder what Dane is up to though?

'Alison. Your daydreaming.'

'Uh, oh sorry Aunt Petunia.' And Alison Hell got on with her Christmas Lunch and Smalltalk and the world turned.

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Alison Hell 82

'Cullen Row. I need to be a mother,' said Alison Hell. 'Alison Row sounds just fine. So propose to me,' said Alison Hell.

'I'll propose to you soon enough Alison,' replied Cullen.

'You will,' she said.

'Indeed,' he replied. 'But for the time being I'm working in my new job.'

'Which is?' replied Alison.

'Milk Man at Gotham Milk,' replied Cullen.

'Oh,' said Alison. 'Grunt work dude.'

'Pretty much,' replied Cullen. 'Pays the bills though.'

'Right,' said Alison.

Alison drifted away from Cullen Row that afternoon, off to Gotham Pier. Courtney Mason showed up, having made an arrangement to meet her there.

'How we going to manage the budget?' she asked Courtney. 'His wage ain't that great. I can only contribute 49% of the family income as a maximum.'

'That's enough for a basic rental in Gotham,' said Anima. 'Encourage him to save carefully. Put a bit aside each week. You should be able to shop wisely enough. Bread, Butter, Jam, Peanut Butter, Milk, Cereal, Sugar, Tea & Coffee. Packet Soup Mixes. McDonalds once a week to get your meat. Should be fine. Discipline that saving in him. You'll get a property together in about 20 years. Be careful, and you'll get the job done.'

Alison took out her notebook and wrote down those ideas. 'Yeah, that should work. I'll keep my own stuff in my apartment and only visit it occasionally. Keep it separate enough. He doesn't really care anyway. Doesn't bother him that much.'

'I think Cullen gets buzzes out of life from other things,' said Courtney. 'He's got a plan slowly developing. He's a really nice guy. You got a good one.'

'I've always thought so,' replied Alison Hell. 'I'll await his proposal, and get on with work at Tellus. I will get him to visit me at Tellus though. Don't mind talking work with him.'

'Wise bitch. Wise,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Good luck. It's a brave new adventure.'

'That it is,' said Alison Hell. 'That it is.'

The End

Alison Hell 83

Alison sat at her PC at Tellus. She looked at the diagram of the brain on the screen.

'Brain Activity in the Animistic Sensory Regions,' she said to Courtney Mason. 'Fascinating study.'

'Right,' replied Courtney Mason. 'Every human has animistic sensory regions.'

'We all do,' replied Alison. 'When it's paid attention to you become a bit more sensitive to it. Like Blind people have heightened hearing. It's more noticeable. What seems to trigger Anima is unique life experiences. Things which change a person from their previous direction. Parasite blood injected new shit into you Courtney Mason. It opened up connections ultimately to the Animistic Realm and the appearance of the Animus.'

'What was in the blood?' asked Courtney.

'The life of the creature. It's bloodline history and attitudes and feelings. The creature which bit into you imparted a whole variety of stuff.'

'Right,' replied Courtney.

'It's interesting,' said Alison. 'Recently you've undergone even more strengthening of your Animistic Energies. This seems to be the natural progress the life within you is taking you. The interactivity through the life of the Parasite and the Bloodline Life of Willow and Dwight Mason with your own experiences has created a really volatile bloody mix sweetcheeks. And I'm not sure it's over yet. The Parasites are a pretty advanced alien race. They have a lot of advanced technology and very sarcastic approach to life. Probably real crazy like. There is some shit in you. Let's put it that way.'

'No kidding,' replied Courtney Mason the Anima.

'So the research goes on, and I'll continue to make mental notes in our friendship Courtney. I'll watch you babe, and see how things go.'

'Glad you have my back, Alison. You've always been a good friend. Right from the start,' said Courtney. 'Well, is Cullen coming around today?'

'On his lunch break,' replied Alison. 'He has agreed to visit twice a week. We eat in the canteen, chat, and he buses it back to his work. We're getting along ok. Talking a lot of books at the moment. We made a pact. I'll read his books and he'll read mine. This way we have common knowledge and better unity. The marriage should work a bit better then with more mutual understanding.'

'Wise,' said Courtney. 'I'll remember that for hothead.'

'You do that, babe,' replied Alison Hell.

The End

Alison Hell 84

'Why is he called the Gray Man?' asked Cullen Row watching TV and eating his chops, peas and mashed potato in the Row's rented apartment in Gotham City.

'It's his thing,' replied Alison, biting into her chop, grease all over her hands.

'You cook these well, Alison. Well done. Much more like it,' said Cullen.

'I give 'em hell babe,' replied Alison. 'The Grey Man is a servant of the Lords of Chaos. He has powers to change things with his technology. Similar somewhat to the tech used by that Deconstructo Dude in Justice League Europe. I don't know his full story. He's been into a spiritual rebirth in recent times, and has found God and a fresh sense of zeal for his humour. He's enjoying life again. Seems to have a destiny of sorts. Apparently Doctor Fate has an interest in the dude. Likes being a weatherman now. Loves to announce storm clouds. Loves when its gray and rainy. Very much makes his day.'

'Gets him there, huh,' replied Cullen.

'Something like that,' said Alison. 'Loves dominoes. Loves to play that in clubs and taverns and pubs and things. Sits there, talks his bullshit, and he's happy. Happy with the company. He rocked up to Xudar, so he told me, because he made friends with Boojum and some other guys up there. He's finding connections these days. A bit happier with his lot in life. Life still cares about him by the looks of it. Not finished with the Grey man yet.'

'I love his demeanour. Severe mockery. Very cool,' said Cullen Row.

'He had a big adventure with the Justice League International,' said Alison. 'I read up on that. He told me a bit of the story. Fascinating guy really.'

'Wonder what's next in his life,' said Cullen.

'He'll probably just do his weather reporting. Courtney sees him at a club and plays dominoes with him regularly at the moment. She cares a bit about the silly sausage. He's has some endearing qualities. Despite becoming quite bloody diabolical at times.'

'Funny,' said Cullen.

'Yeh,' replied Alison Row.

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Alison Hell 85

'So he proposed last night,' said Alison. 'I said yes of course. The wedding is in 3 weeks. We're going to the celebrants office with a basic ceremony. I've asked a Catholic Priest in town if he can proxy for the celebrant, and made a small donation to the church. Told him I'd only need an hour of his time. Said that would be fine Miss Hell. He's getting Bruce Wayne to be his best man. Bruce is fond of him. Harper will be at the wedding, and I want you and Boojum. Nobody more than that. Quiet thing. Not too much fuss.'

'I'm bridesmaid,' said Courtney.

'Wear your Anima outfit. That's the scene I'm part of you know. Want you to rep in your best.'

'Fine,' said Courtney.

The wedding came, a low key affair, and Slam sang a Tom Jones classic at the wedding. They retired to the Wayne Mansion and chatted with coffee and cake. Later that evening Bruce put on a Jazz record and they watched Cullen and Alison do slow dancing for a couple of tunes. They clapped softly at the end. Courtney teared up and became quite emotional. They took off for a weekend getaway for the honeymoon. Cullen had saved for a few weeks, and they enjoyed a cheap motel on the edge of Gotham. Cullen got her up the following morning with his digital camera. They walked down to a stream were there were ducks. Alison did several poses, and looked pretty hot. Cullen was careful with the positioning and facial expressions for his new bride. The photos went up on his facebook page later that day, and Alison enjoyed looking them over.

'Our copyrights of course, babe,' said Cullen. 'I've had this camera a while and the plan is to slowly get some decent pics of us and the Gotham scene heading towards and ultimate publishable photograph almanac. You are pretty popular. I'm getting there. I think down the road I can eventually get started a market for the almanac. It's a basic plan but I got a little faith babe that it will work out.'

'I do to, Cullen Row,' replied Alison Row. 'I do to.'

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Alison Hell 86

'Hey Red,' said Maxima to Alison Hell. 'The Extreme Justice are looking for a new recruit in Hellfire. Captain Atom has been reading reports and likes the cut of your jib. You in babe.'

'Maxima, Maxima, Maxima,' said Alison Hell. 'Superman's greatest admirer wants little old me for Justice League sub-team 12. Amazing.'

'We are Extreme Justice,' said Maxima. 'And we're looking to be our own thing once we manage the resources and our support base. The Justice League International are tentatively agreeing to officially sponsor us. Maxwell Lord is thinking it over. And after a chat at our recent meeting it was decided we needed another chick. We looked around and your name came up. Hellfire is extreme enough babe.'

'She's a pretty strong character, Alison,' said Cullen Row, drinking Milk and eating his salad sandwich. Could be a cool team to be part of.'

'You think it's ok,' said Alison to her husband.

'Well the Blood Pack you go on about is officialy retired at the moment. Maybe try Extreme Justice to vaunt your Hellfire ambitions. Hey, Maxima. Can I get a contract to officially photograph Extreme Justice team action.'

'Sure thing sweetie,' replied Maxima. 'Well, what do you say Alison Hell. You in?'

'Sure,' replied Alison. 'I can cut my work at Tellus to two days a week. The rest of the week I can be available.

'Sounds good sweetie,' replied Maxima. Maxima left and Cullen continued drinking his milk.

'Is that milk from your work?' asked Alison.

'We get free milk,' said Cullen. 'Not limitless, but generally we can take what we need.'

'Good deal,' replied Alison. She sighed and turned to her PC in her Tellus office. 'Anima, Anima, Anima,' she said to herself. 'What do we make of your future bloodline powers. Intersting question.'

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Alison Hell 87

'The Animistic Realm functions on Anima or spirit as its primary building block material,' said Alison Hell to Anima, Kyle Woodleaf and the rest of the band Boojum. 'What is interesting is that this spirit can be magnified or strengthened. Processes of provoking the Anima with exciting stimuli tend to put it in a mood and it gets more active and thus more powerful. I am not completely sure just how much excited the stuff really can get. When a human soul enters the Animistic Realm there appears to be a diminishment of the energy levels of the physical human body and the spiritual essence gets stronger and becomes the dominant thought process in the human being. Studies seem to indicate this. Interestingly, religious biblical scripture seems to allude somewhat to these concepts. It could indeed by Creator Designed.'

'That's fascinating,' said Kyle Woodleaf. 'So working out Portal access interface between the Animistic Realm and the Physical Reality – how is that going?'

'I've learned a lot, and that's the next task on the agenda now that I have a bit of a grasp on what Anima itself is,' replied Alison.

'Awesome,' said Slam Shiner. 'Anyway, we brought our instruments as you requested.'

'I've arranged an afternoon concert in the cafeteria. For my fellow Tellus employees. Big Bossman is coming down to watch us play. A little bit of a celebration after recent triumphs.'

'Sweet,' said Slam Shiner.

So Boojum made their way to the Tellus canteen, organised their instruments, and Tellus CEO sat and watched as they performed a regular set of their tunes. Alison looked out at the audience. This was it. This was life. This was ok. It rocked. Thank God for that.

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Alison Hell 88

'Dark Matter,' said Courtney.

'Dark Anima,' replied Alison Hell. 'This is a Portal Key to the Animistic Realm. It's my first model. It needs refining. It grants access somewhat to the Arkana, but not yet physical-spiritual relocation. Still working on that idea. 'But this stuff coming through which you can sense in the room. Dark stuff. Dark Anima. I can sense it with my own sensitivities to the Anima. It's dark and it's hard and it's nasty. Something is going on in the Arkana. Something nasty. And the Children of the Anima have a responsibility to find out what that is and deal with it if necessary.'

'I agree completely,' replied Anima. She clutched her arms. 'It shivers, as well. Cold feelings all over, really. It's not pleasant at all.'

'Wondering if it's the nameless one, or some other party,' said Alison Hell.

'I'll summon Animus,' replied Courtney, who sat down cross-legged, and closed her eyes. She mumbled softly for a while, and Animus suddenly appeared.

'Courtney,' said Anima. 'Now is not a good time.'

'Darkness. From the Arkana,' said Courtney.

'I know,' replied Animus. 'A war is brewing in the Dark Animistic Realm. It's cold and it's competitive. Not based on warfare but economics of all things. Dark sarcasm is rife at the moment.'

'Right,' said Alison Hell. 'Economics?'

'Everybody wants to rule the fricking world and build their business empire,' said Animus. 'The current zeal going on. Blackbane is the main man behind it. Trying hostile takeovers and things. Really cold stuff.'

'I see,' said Alison Hell. 'Right. Well that's interesting. I know a bit about Arkana's economy of course. I'll make notes. Start thinking. You wouldn't bring us to Arkana soon would you?'

'I'm not a taxi service,' replied Animus. 'If that is all?'

'Thanks Animus,' replied Courtney, and the Animus disappeared back to the Arkana.

'Economy,' said Courtney.

'Shit happens,' replied Alison Hell.

The End

Alison Hell 89

Cullen Row turned on the Television Set. The Grey Man on Gotham Weather was on. He sat down and watched. Alison Hell came in. She looked at the TV. It was the Grey Man. She stared at it for 5 minutes. Finally, 'Whatcha watching, honey?'

Cullen Row continued staring at the TV. 'You know, the word idiot was defined a long time ago. Look it up honey.'

'Right,' she replied. She continued staring at the TV. 'It looks like a report of some kind.'

'Nah, your barking up the wrong tree. It's barney the dinosaur,' replied Cullen.

Alison looked at the Grey Man. 'That's the actor inside Barney, is it?'

'Same guy,' replied Cullen.

'He's old,' she said. 'Would have thought Barney was a young whipper snapper.'

'Barney's old, babe. He started back in the 60s. He was an extra on the Muppet Show. Hung with Beaker backstage.'

'Did he now?' she replied.

'Yeh, he was the Muppets bouncer. Dealt with some heavy shit over the years. Crazy celebrities and their followers. Heavy shit.'

'But now he's a weatherman. A more sedate choice I suppose.'

'The Barney scene was getting old,' said Cullen. 'He got mobbed by fans regularly. Little kids who had grown up with Barney. Too much to deal with.'

'Sensible choice I suppose. He looks familiar. Think I might have seen him before. Looks like the Grey Man.'

'Yah reckon,' said Cullen.

'Just like him. Can't be him though. This is the wrong channel,' replied Alison.

'He switched networks,' said Cullen.

'Oh. It is the Grey Man,' said Alison.

'Revelation of revelations,' replied Cullen.

'Right,' she said. She continued watching the TV. Minutes passed. 'Why are you watching the weather?'

'Why not?' he asked.

'Come on honey. It's the weather. Not a priority in life,' said Alison.

'I like the weather.'

'You would. You're a milk man,' said Alison.

'I don't see the connection,' replied Cullen.

'Well Milk. I mean, come on. Boring is redefined in Milkmen jobs. Pretty pathetic.'

'It pays the bills', said Cullen.

'And weather chat. That's for boring people honey. Last act of smalltalk. Talk about the weather. Seriously. You know it's not a serious thing if she asks you online how the weather is in your city. Smalltalk. Boring.'

'Yeh. Suppose,' said Cullen.

They continued watching the TV.

'We better not end up being weather people. That would be depressing,' said Alison.

'Fine,' said Cullen. He picked up the remote and flicked the channel.

'That's better,' said Alison. She watched the TV. 'What's this?' she asked.

'Looks like Barney the Dinosaur,' replied Cullen Row,

'Right,' said Alison Hell. 'Wonderful.'

The End

Alison Hell 90

Alison Hell sat in the back garden of Tellus. There was a pond. It had ducks.

'Hello ducks,' said Alison.

The ducks carried on with duck activities. They tended to ignore the greeting.

'Stupid ducks,' said Alison. 'I mean, come on God. Ducks are stupid. Especially Daffy Duck. Real stupid. He's Daffy. No proper sense of humour. Blue Beetle is just like him. Daffy. Complete idiot. Booster Gold? Tolerable. But Ted Kord is grade A dumd. Moron central that one.'

She sat there, looking at the ducks.

'Maxima is smart though. Hot too. Lucky bitch. Alien, apparently. Met a few of those. Captain Atom. The serious type. Zero personality, though. Amazing Man. Cool enough, but a bit boring. Firestorm? He's actually pretty cool.'

She sat there, looking at the ducks.

'Yeh, I would say that about Firestorm, wouldn't I? All fired up personality. Just like me. Funny.'

She sat there and picked up her chicken salad sandwich and began eating it.

'Hey ducks, if I throw you some chicken you'll probably even eat it won't you? Practically cannibals probably.'

She sipped on her juice.

'I suppose I could learn to get along with Ted Kord. He's rich, though. Must be using clever tactics. Well thought out in advance. Comes across as a complete bufoon, but it's a shield to disguise his wealth gathering mission. Shield from public criticism. Very clever. I see through it though. He hasn't outsmarted old Alison Hell. I'll uncover his secrets. Grill him. Put him on the spot. Take on Kord.'

She sat there. She looked at the ducks. 'I could be that cold, I guess. Maybe. Teach Ted a lesson. Judge him for his wealth gathering. But I'm not really sure I'll necessarily fault him for success. It's legal enough.'

She sat there, looking at the ducks.

'I'll think it over,' she thought. The ducks carried on with their activities.

The End

Alison Hell 91

'Now there are 6 colours in the Rainbow, Cullen,' said Alison Hell.

'7 babe,' replied Cullen, watching the Grey Man on the Weather Channel.

Alison Hell stood and went to the kitchen. She put a small chicken pie in the microwave for a few minutes. It finished cooking and she brought it out on a plate and sat it in front of Cullen on the table.

'Is that for me?' he asked her.

'How many colours in the Rainbow?' she asked him.

'7 babe,' he replied.

'There's 6,' she said.

'Indigo too, babe,' said Cullen.

'Not really. It's just a shade at the edge of blue. There is really only 6 genuine colours in the spectrum. 7 is a fable. It's not really true enough.'

'Sure babe. Can I eat the pie now,' replied Cullen.

'How many colours in the Rainbow?' she asked him.

'7 babe,' replied Cullen Row.

'You have your rational and factual explanation, so how many colours in the Rainbow?' she asked him.

'There's fricking 7 colours in the Rainbow babe. Everyone knows that.'

Alison picked up the pie and started eating it. 'Nice pie. It belongs to a 6 colour rainbow person. More accurate data files.'

'7 babe. I'll get my own pie later,' replied Cullen.

'You do that,' she said.

Silence. They watched the Weather.

'Grey Man's hair is Grey,' said Alison.

'Milky black,' really,' replied Cullen.

Alison stopped eating her pie and put it down. She thought on that. She turned and looked at Cullen. 'So that's the way it's going to be is it? Contradict everything I say?'

Silence. 5 minutes passed.

'No babe,' replied Cullen. 'Just the dumb stuff.'

Alison picked up her pie and finished it off. She came over and sat next to Cullen. 'Why is it milky black then?'

'Black mixed with Milk is that sort of colour,' replied Cullen.

'And why are there 7 colours in the Rainbow?' she asked him.

'Indigo qualifies well enough babe. It does the job ok. You can even push it to 8 or 9 if you really have to.'

Alison looked at Cullen for a moment, and turned and looked at the TV. After a while she stood and went to the kitchen. She put another pie in. It finished cooking and she put it on a plate and gave it to Cullen. 'You can eat that one. Your answers were good enough. I saw your point.'

'Thanks babe,' replied Cullen. He began eating the pie. Alison watched the weather. The mood was good.

The End

Alison Hell 92

'Tellus is a respected institution,' said Alison Hell to Clark Kent, reporter from the Daily Planet.

'What are Tellus' objectives?' asked Clark Kent.

'Research and Development into Dream Technology and Animistic Experience. They are our current primary objectives. Dream research as well as Dream literature. We are working with 'Alice in Wonderland', which is in the Public Domain, and developing a series were Alice goes through a Time Machine chasing the White Rabbit and Ends up in Gotham City in a Park. The Rabbit meanders on and ends up at Tellus, were he goes inside and sits down reading a copy of 'The Hobbit' by J R R Tolkien. Alice follows the Rabbit inside and starts meeting Tellus personalities. She meets myself, and she wants to know how Anima in Wonderland can grow and become useful for the Queen of Hearts. She has adventures running around Tellus, chatting with people and playing the card game Old Maid with the various workers. She likes the Canteen life and sits there with the White Rabbit, making clever observations how the Tellus people go about their day and what they might have been up to. She is recording activities of Tellus people and writing a document called 'The Life of Organisation Tellus'. It's complex, interesting and suitable for a wide audience.' They are Tellus main objectives at the moment. There is a team of us working on the Alice story and we have meetings regularly.'

'Thanks,' replied Clark Kent. 'I've heard of cracking the Arkana. How is that progressing.'

'Getting there Clark,' replied Alison Hell. 'The Portal Key project is progressing. We've noticed dark matter coming through from the Arkana. Figures like Blackbane and Deadly Vengeance, according to some information from Animus are at work. Children of the Anima are making plans to deal with the issue. There is a debate going on on morality of the Arkana with the Children of the Anima, and that of rights. They citizens of the Arkana are dream creatures, who can't really die permanently. It relates to peoples beliefs in these things in life. If they want to be of the dark way of things, we feel we can't really object that much.'

'I understand,' replied Clark Kent. 'Should prove an interesting write up. Cheers.'

'Pleased to meet you Clark,' replied Alison Hell.

The End

Alison Hell 93

'The Dream Energy is strong,' said Courtney.

'It takes over in the Cylinder,' said Alison. 'Pure Anima. Pure Animistic Energy. You ready?'

'We're not going to have problems like the Fly are we?' asked Anima.

'Do I look that dumb?' replied Alison Hell. 'She pushed some buttons.'

Courtney felt the Anima alive in her, mostly like normal. And the same sort of processes which happened with Animus were happening, and she found herself in the Arkana, on the outskirts of Dark Gotham City. 'Right,' she said. 'It works. She walked around for a bit, shook her hands and legs, felt her head and hair. Everything appeared to be the standard Animistic Realm experience. 'Ok,' she said. 'Here goes.' She placed the little Emitter on the ground, hit the button, and the Emitter and Courtney travelled back and were in the Cylinder again.

'How did it go?' asked Alison.

'Works like a dream,' replied Courtney Mason.

'Right. We'll get the final model up and running and patent the technology. Submissions of the Tech will be handed over to the Department of the ODD to administrate. Kyle has had a number of discussions with his superiors on the issue. This tech won't fall into corrupt hands. The Arkana is not going to be beset with morons. We'll discuss with Sparkle and Fritz quite a bit how they want visa functions to work, and the qualifications of experience needed to enter Arkana. It will be resolved,' said Alison.

'So we can get to our objectives there again, soon,' said Courtney. 'Number of people I want to catch up with. Want to get back to my room with Fritz and carry on with a book I was reading.'

'And I need to get back to my job at the Music and Comic store and catch up with Dragonheart. Also gotta see my tenement flat. I miss it.'

'And Cullen Row, of course,' said Courtney.

Alison went silent. 'Course,' she said after a while.

'The new vibe there for Cullen's Animistic expression could be interesting,' said Courtney.

'Course,' replied Alison.

'Oooh,' said Courtney. 'Is that a frown on your face, Alison. Watcha gonna say, Alison?'

Alison was silent. 'I'll deal with it,' she said.

'This will prove funny,' Said Courtney.

'Yeh. A laugh riot,' replied Alison Hell.

The End

Alison Hell 94

'Dragonheart,' said Alison.

Taylor Swift Dragonheart looked up at Alison Hell. She had cream on her lips from the cream donut she had been eating.

'I'm busy Alison,' said Taylor. 'Looking through the catalogue for new records to order. Browse the store. I'll be about 10 minutes.'

'Sure thing sweetie,' replied Alison. She wandered over to the rock section and found the Boojum CDs. She picked one up and held it up. 'These selling?' she asked Taylor.

'Uh huh,' replied Taylor.

'Cool,' said Alison. She must remember to check with Boojum's Arkana Music Agent and get access to her royalties. They could come in useful. She looked at the latest Blue Beetle Comic from DC, and smiled at Blue & Gold arguing over Gold Beetle, and picked it up. She came to the front desk. 'Just the comic,' she said.

'$5.99,' said Dragonheart.

Alison handed over her card and it was swiped.

'Do you want your old job back?' asked Dragonheart.

'6 month contract,' replied Alison.

'Yo, Boss,' yelled Taylor.

Drake came in from the managers office. 'Red is back in town. Wassup?'

'She wants her job back. 6 month contract,' said Taylor.

'Fine, fine, fine,' said Drake. 'You start Monday,' and he wandered back to his old office.

'Seen Cullen?' asked Taylor, still looking at her catalogue.

'Not yet,' replied Alison. 'Out in the physical reality I'm married to the real Cullen Row. It's gonna be awkward.'

'Oh,' said Dragonheart. 'Shit. Well, that's gonna be a sitch. Watcha gonna tell him.'

'The Animistic Cullen is barely into women anyway,' replied Alison. 'He's like the classical aspect of Cullen. But his human identity seemed to move on a bit. Tried something new.'

'Not sure our Cullen would normally get an update unless the Dreaming of Earth wanted to process that again. Doesn't normally happen much. Sometimes though. Sometimes.'

'I see,' replied Alison. 'Well that's good. Shouldn't be much of an issue then.'

'Yep,' replied Dragonheart. She picked up a spare cream donut. 'Want one?'

Alison took it and bit into it. 'Ooh, this tastes good. Haven't had one for ages. Been very serious with work recently. They have demanding standards at Tellus for the higher positions. Like to put on a show.'

'Well around here eat a damn cream donut,' said Dragonheart. She leaned over and kissed Alison on the cheek. 'Nice to see you Alley Cat.'

'Thanks Tails.'

The End

Alison Hell 95

'You know Cullen Row. You are difficult,' said Alison Hell. They were in Alison's tenement flat and Squarehead was playing bass guitar..

'I'm too difficult, babe,' replied Cullen. 'I have a new friend now.

'Really?' replied Alison. 'Who?'

'Michelle,' said Cullen.

'Right. And who is Michelle?' asked Alison.

'She's a strawberry blonde chick now working at Dark Gotham News. She asked me out and I said yes. We've been dating for a while now,' replied Cullen.

'Oh,' said Alison. 'Well, that's good. What? You are now into women is that it?'

'Well you got so damn fussy Alison that I thought over some issues. I do know males and females mate and it's a normal enough thing. When Michelle asked me out I thought why the hell not. Maybe the universe prefers me straight for some reason. Don't really know. But I dig her, and I might be gradually serious about her.'

'Oh,' said Alison. 'Wonderful.'

'Yeh, Michelle's hot,' said Squarehead. 'Real babe. I'd shag her.'

'Funny squarehead,' said Cullen. 'She thinks you're a barbarian.'

'She got that right,' replied Squarehead.

'Michelle sounds lovely,' said Alison. She sighed. 'Right. Ok. What to do, what to do? Right. Ok. Squarehead, you up for a concert in a few weeks?'

'Sure Alley Kat,' replied Squarehead.

'I'll see if I can get interest out of Dragonheart,' said Alison.

'So he likes to photograph, does he?' asked Cullen.

'What?' asked Alison.

'Physical Cullen. He likes to photograph?'

'Yeh, why?' asked Alison.

'Nothing,' said Cullen Row, and went to the fridge to get a glass of milk. Alison looked at him and picked up her purse. 'Right. I have some cash. I'm going off to the local shops to buy a few things. Will be about an hour or so.'

Alison headed off, and Squarhead continued his bass guitar jamming while Cullen had a notebook out and was writing down ideas about photography.

The End

Children of the Anima 5

Lauraxx the Archai of Xudar was not a pleasant fellow. Slam Shiner was finding that he was not a pleasant fellow indeed.

'That's stupid thinking,' Slam said to Lauraxx.

'If you want destiny it comes at a price. Without the dreaming you have what you've gotten, but without a dream of life the river runs dry Slam Shiner. So let us do evil so good may come,' replied Lauraxx.

'It's illogical to think it needs to be evil,' said Slam. 'Dumb. Just get creative dude. Arcahi aren't evil. Archai are power.'

'We are what the sentient believe in. And the spirit of all things. We're evil, we are good. We are lots of things. From lots of places. Isn't that right Avraxx.'

Avraxx stood on the top of the harvesting machine in a farm on the outskirts of Xen Ta City.

'This farm is dedicated to Fledluff production. Makes a great condiment, but Fledluff plants wreck the world for the bees. It's all about balance, Slam Shiner, you silly idiot. Too much Fledluff and bees suffer. This farmer is a dick. He has no idea about Xudar's natural society. To much of his own damn intent in his head.'

'Don't wreck his fricking harvester,' said Slam.

'Wreck it, babe,' said Lauraxx, and started spray painting the side of the harvester.

Professor Dred approached Lauraxx the Archai and stood next to him as he painted.

'Watcha painting man?' asked Professord.

'The Symbol of the Arcahi in Xudar.' Lauraxx turned to the Professor. 'Hey, what can I say? I'm a shameless self promoter.'

'Children of the Anima are bothersome,' said Avraxx to Slam Shiner. 'The Nameless One has told us all about your bothersome ways. Apparently Sparkle of Terra kicked you guys out of the Arkana because you were just too much of a pain in the posterior.

Slam Shiner climbed up the harvester and approached Avrax. 'What's the point in doing it this way, babe? Destruction is not the best approach of influence. It's primitive.'

'Well I'm pretty damn primitive, ain't I,' replied Avraxx, and started slamming at the top of the harvester. Slam jumped down and whistled to Professor Dred. The farmer watched on.

'The authorities will be here soon,' said the farmer.

'We've chased these dudes since they showed up at the Xendark building and started mocking us,' replied Slam Shiner. 'Can't control them. They ain't broken the law yet.'

'They are now,' said the concerned farmer, as Avraxx continued bashing the top of the Harvester, and Lauraxx continued his graffitti.

'Hey, Lauraxx. We could steal your vehicle,' said Slam.

'We stole it anyway,' replied Avraxx. 'Go right ahead. Have a joyride.'

'Report them for that,' said the farmer.

'Get a picture,' said Professor Dred to Slam Shiner. Slam took out his Xudarian Dataweb Accesser and took a photo of the scene.

'We can use this,' said Slam to the farmer.

'You can't catch us anyway,' said Avraxx. 'Stop messing with the Arkana, children of the Anima. Leave Xudar alone. Your current shenanigans are upsetting the status quo.'

'Dreams are strange at the moment,' said Lauraxx, coming up to Slam Shiner. 'Animists on Xudar from Earth who are hellbent on being Superheroes are just too much of a pain in the neck.'

'The cops will be here soon,' said Slam to Lauraxx. 'We'll see if they agree with you.'

Just then sirens started getting louder.

'Coppers,' yelled Avraxx, looking up the road.

'And we have your keys,' said Professor Dred, holding up the keys of the Archai's vehicle.

Lauraxx glared at Slam Shiner. 'Your a funny guy.' He climbed up on top of the harvester, took out his portal key and opened a portal to the Arkana.

'Be seeing you Children of the Anima,' and Lauraxx and Avraxx disappeared through the portal.

'My harvester,' sighed the farmer.

'Sorry dude. We tried,' said Slam Shiner.

'We got a rep. Even here on Xudar now,' said Professor Dred.

'Tell me about it,' replied Slim Shiner of the Children of the Anima.

The End

Anima Reborn 26

Anima sat with the Animus in the back room of the Xendark Building, playing cards with Tomar Tu and Slam Shiner.

'This is an ancient game in Xudar,' said Tomar Tu. 'Birds and Bees. It's a classic.'

Slam chuckled. 'Sex?' he asked.

Tomar Tu gave him a quizzical stare. 'What do you mean?'

'On Earth the Birds and the Bees represents mating,' said Anima.

'Really?' replied Tomar Tu. 'Fascinating.'

'Maybe another game then,' said Anima.

'How about this as a game. Put your hands up ya bastiches.'

Heads turned to look towards the direction of the voice. A portal had suddenly opened up and Lobo the Czarnian had entered the room. He had a big blaster with him.

'Have you come to rob us, Mr Lobo?' asked Slam Shiner.

'Not exactly,' replied Lobo, lowering his gun. 'You bastiches look so damn tame I don't think I'll need my rifle.' He sat down at the table. 'Mind?' he asked Slam, and picked up a can of beer, opened it and started drinking. He burped and looked around the table.

'Wanna play cards, is it?' asked Anima.

'He looks like he can be defeated with my energy,' said the Animus. 'I could torment him. Make him retreat.'

'Funny,' said Lobo. He looked at Tomar Tu. 'I guess you're the one I'm looking for. I've got a bounty on a fella long considered dead.'

'Oh really. Who exactly?' asked Tomar Tu.

'A certain Romat Ru. How he popped up again is a total surprise. My clients want to reverse that action.'

'It's not the real Romat Ru,' said Tu.

'Care to explain?' asked Lobo.

'It's an Animistic Expression of the Arkana of Romat Ru,' said the Animus. 'The Arkana creates new creatures all the time. They are often based on figures from the physical world. Romat Ru is such a reality.'

'So it's not quite the same show pony?' queried Lobo.

'Exactly,' said Tomar Tu.

'Right. Well, no matter. They'll want him dead anyway. Were can I find him Tomar Tu.'

Tomar Tu took off his gloves. His Green Lantern ring was seen. 'I am a Green Lantern, Lobo. Czarnians are strong. We know this well. Why would I divulge the location of Romat, even though he be a nemesis of mine.'

'I can beat it out of you if you like,' replied Lobo.

'He hangs around taverns in town,' said Anima.

'Right,' said Lobo. He stood, adjusted his crotch, and said, 'I'll bee seeing ya.' And he returned through the portal which closed after him.

'Why did you do that?' asked Tomar Tu.

'Buy us some time. I didn't want things getting messy in here. He's a Czarnian. He's lethal. We need a plan to deal with the situation.'

Tomar Tu put his gloves back on. 'Quite frankly, I'm not sure I mind anyway.'

Anima looked at her Xudarian friend. 'No. I guess that doesn't surprise me either.'

And so they carried on with their cards night and, for the time being, left the situation with Lobo and Romat Ru alone. Time would tell if it would really be an issue.

The End

Anima Reborn 27

'There are no golden rules, Courtney. Only Rainbows which glow. Rainbows babe,' said Alison Hell.

'There's always rainbows. They are hardly original,' said Courtney.

'I think that was the point,' replied Alison.

'I'm not sure I wanna be a rainmaker,' replied Anima. 'Already got a spirit thing going on.'

'You just don't know what spirit, doncha kid,' replied Alison.

'Pretty much,' replied Anima.

'Lot's to choose from,' said Alison.

'Family tradition,' said Anima.

'Common choice for much of the mob,' said Alison. 'I had one. It was just too flexible in the end. Not enough rock. Too much freedom. Life moved on and gave me new choices,' said Alison.

'I think I'm a Multi,' said Anima.

'You probably would be,' replied Alison.

'Everyone likes a piece of my butt. Every fricking body. Bits and pieces of Rainbows and bits and pieces of Magic Dragons and bits and pieces of crazy supervillains who just want to fire it up whenever they are in town,' replied Courtney.

'Enjoy flexibility,' replied Alison.

'I think I've probably been flexible from the beginning,' said Courtney.

'Luxuries are hard to resist,' replied Alison. 'So much of a good thing. But you'll end up fat, babe. Overindulgence. Fat fat fat fat fat. Trust me. Getting too much pleasure under control? Well it spirals babe. Solidify Courtney Mason the Anima. Find some touchstones you remain faithful to.'

'Probably magic dragons, I guess. And Rainbows,' said Courtney.

'And ever pyromaniacs,' said Alison Hell.

'Of all types,' grinned Animal, looking at Alison.

'Funny,' replied Alison Hell.

'Romat Ru could probably use a Rainbow right now,' said Courtney.

'He's crafty with that ring,' said Alison Hell.

They continued sitting there, on the side of the top of a skyscraper in Xen Ta City, watching Lobo below shoot laser blasts at Romat Ru, who was defending himself with his Sinestro Corps Yellow Lantern Ring. The match was mostly even. The Czarnian was having trouble bringing in his man.

'Shall we give the schmuck a break?' asked Anima.

'Rainbow Power!' yelled Alison. 'Well, sort of.'

Animistic Energy emerged from Anima, surrounding her, as she jumped off, flying down to the scene of the fight, Hellfire following beside her.

'Hey, creep,' said Anima. 'Cut the Xudarian some slack. He's only an expression of your hit list.'

'The ladies wanna mess with the main man,' said Lobo.

Alison Hell pointed her hands a flame of fire lurched forward, singing Lobo's hair. Lobo touched his head. 'I guess I'll need a new cut.' He aimed his rifle and shot at Alison, but she'd already flown upwards.

'Leave it be,' said Anima. 'I'm older now. You were too much for me once, but the Anima within is getting stronger. It's more savvy now. And it has a sense of humour.'

She pointed her hands, and giant cloud appeared above Lobo, dropping down, covering him.

'This stinks,' said Lobo.

'Stuff I picked up in Arkana. Fungus stuff,' said Anima. 'If I concentrate I can hook it right into your system. It could take years before it leaves you.'

Lobo lowered his gun and glared at Romat Ru. He walked up to Anima. 'Good luck in protecting him, sweetheart. Drop the cloud as I leave, kapiche.'

Lobo got on his spacebike, and Anima stretched out her hands, removing the cloud.

'Next time Romat Ru,' said Lobo, and he took off.

'You alright?' Anima asked Romat Ru

'No I'm not fricking alright,' replied the Yellow Lantern. 'A fricking Czarnian tried to take my head off.'

Anima chuckled. 'Yeh,' she said. 'Funny that.'

The End

Anima Reborn 28

'King Kosmos. Only second rate methodologies,' said Prometheus.

'Agreed,' replied Lex Luthor. He stared at the cut bars.

'Thieves can be bothersome,' said Prometheus.

'I don't really know why they would bother,' replied Lex, picking up one of the cut metal bars which had guarded the underground sewer entrance to Lex Tower in Palmera City.

'You must have had a top secret project you forgot about,' replied Prometheus.

'I forget nothing,' replied Lex, glaring at Prometheus.

'We'll get it repaired Mr Luthor,' said one of LexCorps security personnel.

'Put in motion sensors or something,' said Lex. 'Ensure it doesn't happen again.'

'Will do Mr Luthor,' replied the guard.

They walked back along the sewer, climbing a ladder into a sub-basement of Lex Tower. Shortly they were in the Penthouse suite atop the tower, were Lex had an office.

'He has the bravado of a King. And the matching IQ,' said Prometheus. 'Concerned with chivalry and sporting chances. Not ruthless enough to get the job done in the end. The heroes current agenda will likely succeed.'

'They usually do,' sighed Lex Luthor. 'Funny. I am old enough to know the powers that be have a sense of humour about things. The Imperatives of LexCorp are fixed. But there are competing ideologies in this Milky Way Galaxy, and while my vision is certain others pursue their nobilities and altruisms to the detriment of my objectives. Ridiculous, though, to think they can succeed long term. Powers that be are only so much of a rival in the end. Whatever this grand creator of all things be has as his intentions in this life, I've made note of many pointers along the way.'

'Examples,' replied Prometheus.

'Reality Bites. Reality Rules. Reality is that good guys some times lose and bad guys some times win. And indeed vice versa. There is some sort of logical knowledge system which runs it all. I can't quite decipher it all. I've examined many of the texts. They have interesting ideas. None seem decisively concrete in their claims. I'll resolve the issues in time.'

'Fascinating,' replied Prometheus. 'I like to fuck with people. It's a thrill.'

'Yes,' grinned Lex. 'The Joker might agree.'

'The Assembly of Prometheus is developing well,' said Prometheus. 'It grows slowly globally. But I have ambitions, Lex. This Kosmic King. I really do not think him much of a long term threat, even if he sits on the throne of Apokolips. I want to push my Assembly. Out there a bit,' he said, pointing to the skies.

'You need intergalactic travel,' replied Lex.

'I have a few technological thrills which I can share with your top men. But we have an established long term goal. Most of the team has long known the general ideas. We could perchance persuade a Xudarian or two to get excited about some LexCorps products.'

'Looking at the bill, I would need about 3 or 4 dedicated workers for the required promotional activities. For Xudar, upwards of 2 or 3 decades is acceptable to get the organisation established. They're a tough bunch. They like to think themselves reasonably noble.'

'Hey, I've been at this work a while now. I have my ways,' replied Prometheus.

'You have your ship,' said Lex. '3 or 4 months, and we'll add some extra touches. Nice interiors to suit your passions. Oh, why Xudar by the way?'

'No reason,' said Prometheus. 'Sounds like a hell of a place to visit.'

'Really,' replied Lex. He picked up his pen, and looked at his PC. 'Enjoy some cuisine in our canteen. Friday's are fish day. It's usually good quality.'

As Prometheus left Lex Luthor's office in Palmera City he was happy with acquiring the ship he needed to reach Xudar. Building the Assembly of Prometheus there could be fun. As well as catching up with a particular lady of interest.

The End

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda

Maxima looked at the new Millennial Stone. Pink with a purple heart.

'Pretty,' she said.

'How can Maxima like pretty things?' asked Captain Atom.

'It's part of the Maxima Agenda for Extreme Justice. The collection of bits and pieces to get the job done for the team. I've assessed this Millennial Stone which I retrieved from discussions with Tomar Tu of Xudar about legends of an ancient glory in the hills around Xen Ta City. I travelled there, did the research, and found the thing. It has Animistic Power in it. The Strength of sweet and nice things. The energy is lovely and powerful. Essentially it's a charm stone. Can charm people into liking you and doing things for you.'

'Sensible purchase,' said Ted Kord the Blue Beetle. 'So that's what you borrowed the M7 for.'

'Pretty much,' replied Maxima. 'But the Maxima Agenda is also about collecting lots of things. Precious things for the EJ Archives in our HQ.'

'Right,' said Captain Atom, scratching his head. 'I see. I'll look into it.'

'I have some Blue Beetle Armour I designed a few years back,' said Blue Beetle. 'That can be put on display in the Archives.'

'Good idea, Ted,' said Booster Gold.

'I have a comic collection of Amazing Man Comics from DC Comics,' said Amazing Man. 'I've signed all 15 issues. They can go in the archive.'

'Sounds fabulous,' said Maxima. 'What about you Firestorm?'

'I have some rock I collected from a volcano which I shaped into a statue of Brimstone and painted it. I can donate that to the EJ Archive,' said Firestorm.

'I'll organise the sub-basement for the task,' said Captain Atom.

'Wonder what the Wonder Twins would contribute, if they ever show up,' said Ted Kord.

'Maybe track em down buddy,' said Booster Gold.

'I'll look into it,' said Ted.

'Then the EJ Archives will be up and running soon,' said Maxima. 'We'll organize a meeting and chat over the stuff. The idea is to build up an asset base.'

'Fascinating,' said Booster Gold. 'I can get an article done on the idea with my publicist.'

'Funny, Booster. 'Real funny,' said Ted Kord.

'Heh heh heh,' replied Booster Gold.

And the Maxima Agenda was underway.

The End

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda 2

'He's charmed,' said Ted Kord to Maxima. 'He loves you Maxima.'

'Not yet,' replied Maxima.

'You are a lovely lady, Maxima, but I have too many exes already,' said Maxwell Lord.

'Come on Max. Extreme Justice is an official department of Justice League International. I'll be your girlfriend for a few months. We'll date and stuff.'

'I have a good reputation to maintain,' said Max.

'Yeh, funny,' said Ted. 'Blows my head off and now has a good reputation.'

'Hey, killing is my business and business is good,' said Max. 'Metallica album. Great stuff.'

'Megadeth,' replied Ted.

'I don't fricking know who did the album,' said Max. 'The BS the lads went on about back in the day. But Justice League International deals with International Scumbags from time to time. Gotta discipline the troops you know.'

'Fantastic,' said Maxima. 'Blow off the Blue Beetle's head. Disciplinary action. Mama Lord would be proud of those rebukes Teddie Boy.'

'Shaddup,' replied Ted. 'It hurt too. I descended into Sheol and getting back up took a lot of effort you know. All sorts of strings were pulled in that arrangement. But I had unfinished business, and the Blue Beetle lived again, working with Team Jaimie, and getting on with Corps business.'

'Yes, the fabulous Blue Beetle Corps,' said Maxwell Lord. 'Great work Teddy Boy. An agenda with the Guardians of the Universe. If that works for you I guess. I remember how they handled the Manhunters, though. They are prone to an occasional stuff up. The Green Lantern Corps hasn't always been perfect.'

'Infallibility is not required, Max,' replied Ted. 'They do a damn good job and they pay well. I've got decent intergalactic currency fund accounts, and the M7 can get a lot of places with Oa Visas and recognition.'

'The Justice League Galactica will have it's own agenda,' said Max. 'They will offer you further opportunities.'

'Come on Maxxie. Let Extreme Justice be an official department of Justice League International. We're recognized well enough with the Justice League of America, and Superman says we're in, but the JLI is Just More our scene Maxxie Baby,' said Maxima.

'I'll think it over,' replied Max. 'I'll have a chat with J'onn. He's in charge of the JLI Superhero Team. Officially Team Leader. The Trinity take turns as Mission Leader, but officialy Martian Manhunter is the co-ordinator. I think I've reached that conclusion.'

'J'onn always makes wise decisions,' said Booster Gold. Comes from all the Oreos he eats. Gives him a buzz for his Martian Biology and makes him happy. Gets those Martian Endorphins going and he is positive about a lot of stuff.'

'Funny,' said Ted. 'Maybe buddy.'

'I'll think it over Maxima,' said Maxwell Lord. 'Why don't you go back to your artefact collecting. Build an asset supply and cede rights of access to JLI, and maybe baby. A deal might be able to be done.'

'You're sweet Max,' said Maxima, and kissed him on the cheek. She was pretty confident she'd get her way.

The End

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda 3

'Hi. I'm Alison Row,' said Alison Hell. 'I'm your new girl.'

'Hey babe,' said Booster Gold.

'I'm Alison's husband, Cullen. I know Batman,' said Cullen Row.

'Batman? Never heard of him,' said Booster Gold.

'There's a myth that Batman haunts Gotham,' said Ted Kord. 'I've been doing research into it. A masked vigilante who fights crime. Claims to be on a mission of Justice and Vengeance. The Dark Knight, they call him.'

'Probably just a myth,' said Booster Gold. 'Invented by DC Comics to sell comics. Nothing more.'

'Batman is a fully fledged member of the Justice League of America,' said Cullen. 'He's in the papers all the time.'

'Nut,' replied Booster Gold. 'Doesn't ring any bells.'

'Maybe your a bit delusional,' said Ted Kord. 'There is no Batman. He's a myth. Vague historical person, who got lost in a cave as a kid and went mad, living homeless, and ranting for years he was the Living Bat. Crazy fellow. That's probably the true history of the Batman.'

'He's been a major superhero for years,' said Cullen. 'He's celebrated internationally. He's a living legend.'

'I'll look into it,' said Booster Gold. 'Track down this so called Batman.'

'I know his secret identity,' said Cullen Row.

'Don't blab, Cullen,' said Alison. 'Bruce Wayne is secretive. Oh. Shit. Oops. Forget I said that.'

'Wayne I've heard of,' said Booster Gold. 'Major player in the Mile High Club. Doubt that he's much of a crime fighter. Too much of a yuppie socialite. Nah, no chance he's the Batman.'

'Wayne Tech has a lot of advanced military tech,' said Blue Beetle. 'Kord Industries utilizes this and that of their stuff.'

'Unbelievable,' said Cullen Row.

'They've probably heard of Batman, Cullen,' said Maxima. 'He was in town a few weeks back.'

'Ah. Funny guys,' said Cullen Row.

'We try,' said Booster Gold.

'They are indeed very trying,' said Maxima.

'Welcome, Alison Row. Cullen Row,' said Captain Atom. We called you in for a briefing of an upcoming mission. King Kosmos is a problem. And we've noted that you've already worked well with with Kord in affairs for the plan on Xudar. Solid work. Should the deal come to be we have some advanced standing. But we have a mission before then. Spy stuff. We're travelling to Apokolips incognito, to spy on developing technologies in certain military facilities. It might even involve the stealing of a certain spacecraft which we want to study the details on. It's called the DarkFox. It's an old agenda of Darkseid. So settle in, and I'll get on with the presentation.'

Alison sat down next to Cullen, sipped on some water, and listened intently to the plan for her first mission with Extreme Justice.

The End

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda 4

The team took the M7 and travelled to Starcraft Space Station, not that far from Apokolips. They arranged the hire of a small Starfighter, and boarded it, heading to Apokolips after a few days training on how to fly the craft. They approached Apokolips, put on the cloaking device, and landed in a industrial district in a minor city. 'Let's go,' said Captain Atom. 'They drove the X5 Bug from Kord Industries out on to the streets of the city and headed north.

'Should take a few hours to get there,' Maxima said to Alison Hell in the back seat of the Bug. 'We'll be going inland offroad. We'll be dressed in black, of course. Apokolips security is advanced enough, but we've planned this mission well from the intel we have, and should be able to just squeak it. Hopefully nobody gets hurt. Cullen, we'll station you on the hill nearby. Keep out of sight and take the photos of our approach as you need to. You should be able to focus your camera on us entering the compound. If there is trouble keep on clicking anyway.'

'Gotcha,' replied Cullen Row.

'We might need your powers, Alison,' said Captain Atom from the front seat. 'You never know what we might run into.'

They drove and darkness descended. Soon enough they turned inland, and eventually stopped.

'We're on foot from here,' said Captain Atom. They got into their black clothing, and started the march. An hour later they were on a hill in dense brush overlooking a military compound. 'The DarkFox is supposedly in there,' said Captain Atom. 'If we find it I'll be piloting it back to Earth. The team's job is to make the necessary diversions if required. 'Ready? Let's go.'

Cullen Row settled down in the brush and as the team descended the slope, night having descended, he took a number of photograph's of Extreme Justice in action, making sure to get Alison's cute butt from time to time. The team approached the barbed wire fenceline, and using cutters cut a hole in the fenceline, entering into the compound.

'A patrol is due in about half an hour,' said Captain Atom. 'We're not exactly going to be leaving unnoticed anyway, but let's move.' They approached a doorway, and Ted got out his security card their operatives had obtained. He entered it in, opened up the panel, plugged in his code scrawl device, and clicked go. It ran through countless code numbers, before settling, and the door clicked.

'We're in,' said Ted. They entered a hallway with doors.

'Team. We are now in a combat situation. We're not here to kill the enemy. We're not technically at war with Apokolips. So be cautious, and disarm the enemy,' said Captain Atom.

'Through this door,' said Ted. They went through a door, and entered a large hangar.

'There's the DarkFox,' said Captain Atom.

'And those Parademons,' said Maxima. 'Should probably mention those parademons. And those guns.'

'Flame on,' said Hellfire, and the Melee began. It was typical superhero activity, and Captain Atom was too powerful to be shot down. He made his way into the DarkFox.

'Ted,' said Captain. 'Are you at the control panel.' Ted Kord had managed to make it to the control panel which opened the doors in the ceiling. 'Opening now,' said Ted, as a blast just missed him.

'I'll handle him,' said Booster. Ted watched the team at work, Maxima, Firestorm and Amazing Man, doing most of the fighting with their superpowers, and Hellfire was singing a few parademons, but exercising caution. Ted watched as Captain Atom took to the skies.

'Right,' said Maxima. 'Retreat.' Fighting off Parademons they made their way back out of the compound and back up the slope. They'd managed to knock unconscious most of the parademons, but after gathering Cullen Row, they were shot at regularly from Parademon's giving them chase. They made it back to the X5 Bug, and chase was being given still by Parademon's in military vehicles. The gunfighting at the Industrial section was severe, but no spacecraft seemed to have been summoned as they took to the skies. They travelled back to Starcraft Space Station, meeting up with Captain Atom.

'It seems,' said Captain Atom. 'That the DarkFox was not that big a deal with the administration. They let it go rather easily.'

'Sloppy communication, or the Parademons were to busy to contact assistance, taking us on themselves,' said Ted.

'Possibly,' replied Captain Atom.

'Back to Earth, I guess,' said Alison.

'I want a team pic,' said Cullen. And the team standing in front of the DarkFox in Starcraft Space Station, Alison Hell had gotten a bit of a thrill from her first Extreme Justice mission.

The End

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda 5

'Top work, girl. Sharalidana was obviously a tough fight. Her predator-like hairstyle was wild,' said Maxima to Alison Hell.

'She was tough. Nasty Parademon chick,' replied Alison Hell.

'Kord has done the research on the DarkFox. It runs on a Dark Matter energy convertor and can travel ultra quick. We need that new technology. Kosmos has it. We have it now. Oh, as an aside, the DarkFox was returned to orbit around Apokolips. We can't be accused of permanently nicking the thing. It was just – borrowed,' said Maxima.

'Yeh. Funny,' replied Alison Hell. 'Ahh, tired.'

'Long day at Tellus?' asked Maxima.

'Pretty much,' replied Alison Hell. 'Busy researching Courtney Mason's brain patterns and how she accesses Anima. We've all got it, but the power can be manipulated by the looks of it. Working out how to do that.'

'The objective?' asked Maxima.

'Accessing the Arkana. The Animistic Realm. Lived there recently. I have unfinished business in the place. Want to return,' said Alison Hell.

'Right. Interesting,' said Maxima. 'Nice place. Very professional looking.'

'Yeh, Tellus have been in business for years. They go way back. They work with sleep and dreams and other scientificcy things. I'm technically volunteer, but if all goes well I'm on a wage after a years labour,' said Alison.

'You got a plan,' said Maxima. 'That's awesome. I think a lot of people in life could use a decent plan. Especially in our trade. Well, I'll catch you later. Be in touch, ok. And welcome to Extreme Justice Hellfire. You did well.'

The End

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda 6

'1988. Bon Jovi. New Jersey. An original picture disc,' said Maxima. 'Cost me $115 on eBay.'

'Not bad,' said Ted Kord, examining the record. 'It's in good condition too. Living in Sin. Classic tune. I have that one on vinyl in my collection. Chose that single out of the pack because 'Love is War' on the B-Side is not an album track. Good bet that it's a great long term pick.'

'Ooh, wise,' said Maxima. 'I see the logic in that idea. I might write down that point in 'Maxima's Agenda'.'

'Cool,' said Ted Kord. He sipped on some Kord Cola and said 'Uh, what exactly is Maxima's Agenda?'

'The Agenda of Maxima, Extreme Justice Superhero,' replied Maxima.

'You have an agenda?' asked Ted.

'Kord Industries has an agenda, doesn't it?' asked Maxima.

'We have a Mission Statement. I know LexCorps have Directives or something like that, but we run with a Mission Statement.'

'Well I have an Agenda,' said Maxima. 'And I'm running with it Teddy Bear.'

'Right,' said Ted, and sipped on his Cola. 'And what exactly is this agenda.'

'Funny,' replied Maxima.

'Yeh,' said Ted. 'Funny. But what's the agenda babe?'

'Do I look like I was born yesterday Theodore Kord. All the smooth talk in the world won't get my key date, babe.'

'Right,' said Ted. 'Cool. I was on curious, Maxima sweetheart.'

'I'll bet,' replied Maxima. 'Well that's nice. But the Maxima Agenda is top secret. It will put a lot of dudes in their place in time.'

'Dudedom beware,' replied Ted. 'Maxima's Agenda is gonna kick your but.'

'Pretty much,' replied Maxima.

'So you're busy with your agenda? If I monitored your activities I could work out what you do and gain insights into the potential agenda itself.'

'Smart, but I'm too clever for you, Teddy Boy. I'm subtle-like, babe. Not too obvious. When I'm doing innocent things you ignore, that is when the Agenda is at work.'

'So I'll never know,' said Ted.

'Course,' replied Maxima. 'Too smart for a Kord.'

'Brilliant,' said Ted. 'Well Kord will stick with its Mission Statement.'

'You do that. Enjoy being second rate,' said Maxima.

'Second rate? That good huh? We've risen then,' replied Ted.

'Oh, shut up Blue Beetle. Shut up,' said Maxima.

'Bwah ha ha,' replied Ted Kord the Fabulous Blue Beetle.

The End

Extreme Justice: The Maxima Agenda 7

'Superhero costumes are quite collectable,' said Maxima to Ted Kord, sitting in the Canteen of the Extreme Justice HQ.

'Yeh, Blue Beetles have the best in the business,' replied Ted Kord. 'We've worked for many years on careful design principles to ensure smooth and cool looks.'

'Impressive,' replied Maxima. 'Your costume suits you.'

'It goes back ages,' replied Ted. 'Your's isn't bad. Ravishing really.'

'Is that a come on, Teddy Boy?' queried Maxima.

'Nah, not really. Just think the green is really cute on you. Goes well with the read hair.'

'Thanks,' replied Maxima. 'Anyway, like I was saying, Superhero costumes are quite collectable. The Extreme Justice archives could do well in making a few key acquisitions of costumes. Great asset supply and something to give us happiness when we peruse our collection.'

'Well, there's a few on websites I know about,' replied Ted. 'Prices vary. Who did you have in mind?'

'Some which fit Extreme Justice style. Maybe some Blue Devil threads. And Metamorpho. And some from Fire & Ice.'

'I think we can get the guys to supply them. Drop 'em a bit of cashola and it shouldn't be too much of a problem,' replied Ted.

'I'll arrange a meetup,' said Maxima. 'Email them. I think I have those guys email addresses in my account.'

'I'll split the costs with you,' said Ted.

'Done,' replied Maxima. 'We'll get Mannequins made of the heroes, and put the costumes on the Mannequins. Keep them in the corner of the sub-basement. We'll get the Extreme Justice team costumes and Mannequins for us as well. I'll get a sign done. Extreme Justice and Friends.'

'Good idea,' replied Ted.

'Yes. The Maxima Agenda is always a good idea,' said Maxima.

'Here we go again,' said Ted Kord the Blue Beetle.

The End

Extreme Justice Movie Trilogy 3: Apocolypto - PLOT

King Kosmos does not want to lose his wager with Queen Bee, naturally enough, and the best way to defeat the enemy is to attack their stronghold and keep them busy. Utilizing G. Gary Glamour, Kosmos arranges Granny Goodness the Female Furies to track down Vandar Skeggs and offer him a New Contract in the 'Completely Legit' escapade of Apokolips on Earth with it's 'Apocolypto' mind shuddering Heavy Metal Music. Vandar Skeggs hires a Morphodroid from the Blue Beetle Corps, which Ted is reluctant to hand over to the pandering of the enemy, but Granny Goodness who drops into Kord Industries in Paloma City asks him, 'What? Can't you handle the heat?' This riles Ted who is a major Earth player supporting Queen Bee, and he decides it is best to honour this play at 'Legit Marketplace Competition' and allow Vandar Skeggs to hire the Morphodroid. Maxima says he's a silly sausage to give any advantage to King Kosmos but Ted replies that Earth are not trying to be bad guys in this wager, and if they don't have fairplay in them they can't expect life the universe and everything, even God himself, to grant them victory in the wager. They have to play smart and fair against a cunning opponent. So Vandar Skeggs is granted rights to use the Morphodroid, but Intergalactic Earth Police have strict policies for monitoring G. Gary Glamour's activities, who must be under surveillance at all times, despite have diplomatic certification from Apokolips. Maxima says it is the job of Extreme Justice to deal with the Vandar Skeggs problem for Earth. They will have to 'Match' this in some way. Ushering in new member Alison Hell, who has returned from the Dark Gotham War which had raged in the Arkana, Alison is in charge of Boojum once more, this time on Earth rather than on Xu Dar. Alison contacts Black Canary, Dinah Drake, and casually mentions her Arkana Namesake, and Dinah finds this all very amusing. They discuss forming a rival alliance to compete with Vandar Skeggs outfit. It is a Musical Competition of bands on the Earth charts for a while. Behind the scenes there are schemes and deals from King Kosmos to 'Rig' competitions and blackmail and bribe various music officials in the scene. There are skirmishes at times between Parademons and members of Extreme Justice, some bar fights and other shenanigans, but Kosmos is playing it mostly cold and staying out of any real heat in the situation. He comments to Queen Berletha that he is 'Enjoying the Show'. The Wager reaches a climax when King Kosmos is allowed to return to Earth by the United Nations, and the Queen Bees and King Kosmos agree that they will settle the wager based on 'Earth results'. The attention on the wager now focuses on Earth, and the main players are on Earth. Tying into the Main Storyline, the heat rises with the Apocolypto bands and bands like 'Queen' and 'King's X' and 'Bon Jovi' and 'Def Leppard' and 'Taylor Swift' and 'Katy Perry', and of course 'Black Canary' and 'Boojum' competing with the Apocolypto bands. There is heat and rivalry and it is cutthroat for a while.

NOTE: Boojum & Black Canary are the Main Bands in the Extreme Justice Story.

NOTE: Queen, King's X, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Taylor Swift & Katy Perry are the Main Bands in the Main Storyline.