1 comments/ 3287 views/ 1 favorites Micro Wave Man Ch. 00 By: sjmhmttep May 24, 2009 The Cosmic Ray Incident Book I The Orign of Micro Wave Man & Punk Rocker Prologue Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Prologue Traveling Down Memory Lane Old wrinkle fingers hovered hesitantly over the computer keyboard before suddenly moving into action. Typing a bit faster than what someone would think possible for such aged and withered hands. Quickly the fingers found the right file and typed in the security password, as aged eyes from a balding head peered in anticipation of the file opening. "Every once in awhile it's good to reflect on how one person has gotten to be where that individual is currently, or they are doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again." The thought went through the old man's head, as the computer slowly loaded up the opening file. Numbered percentages slowly counted up, as a colored bar slowly went from blue to a growing red, and the word "Loading" flashed underneath. ...15%...16%... "It's been way to long since I've studied this particular file. I'll probably have to do a lot of updating." ...25%...26%... "It's interesting. No matter how often I have studied this file, I still find and learn from my former mistakes, some of which I had forgotten about. This to me is sort of similar to looking at an old family photo album." ...34%...35%...36%... "When one starts out to build an empire, such as I have, one is surprised at their own accomplishments, failures, the friends they make, and (especially surprising to me) the enemies they make." ...47%...48%...49%...50%... "Sometimes enemies come up out of nowhere, unexpectedly as if out of thin air. They'll throw up new and unexpected challenges and obstacles, and if those new challenges and obstacles don't sideline your best laid plans, then they are mostly overcome by what sometimes seems to appears to be shear luck." ...74%...75%...76%... "If my memory serves me correctly, which it better, since I've got a photographic memory, this was a beginning of a long range plan, and it was set back for awhile due to unforseen complications." ...84%...85%...86%... "It also proved the loyalty of one of my closest allies. At this time I didn't know if I could even trust him or not, but he proved he was more than trustworthy, but tried valiantly to help me overcome the new unforseen obstacles, even though we both failed. It was only a minor setback however, and we eventually accomplished our goals much later." ...98%...99%...100% Loading complete. Opening all known video, audio, and written documents. The old withered fingers tapped some buttons on the keyboard, opening up a video file. He leaned back a little in his chair, relaxing somewhat, and began to watch the events on the screen begin to unfold. To be continued. Next Chapter One Meet Mark Surrender. Stay tuned into this storyline, as we meet a rather large and obese accountant, whose life is about to be changed in a very dramatic way. File #: 2 Character Star Power: In this storyline he's a 3, but usually a 4 or 5. Code Name: Dr. Spy Alter Ego: Jonathan Spy Aliases: None, though all traces of his past life have been obliterated, so Jonathan Spy could be an actual alias. Nick Names: None. Allegiance: The Legin of Dr. Spy and all of their subgroups. Sub-Groups: All of the Legion of Dr. Spy. Rank: Leader of The Legion of Dr. Spy. Occupation: Criminal Mastermind. Known Relatives: It has been revealed that he had a father (David) and a mother (Martha) who he personally killed to hide his identity, so there last names are unknown. In this storyline he has no other relatives, but later he will have a wife and daughter. Birth Date: June 5, 1972. Birth Place: Jacksonville, IL. Height: 6' 0" Weight: 195 lbs. Eyes: Hazel Hair: Grey and Balding Known Powers: Super Genius with photographic memory, Immortal, Invulnerable, Can possess people to do what he wants. Equipment: He has created his own everything. Including a floating island base, his own special metal and plastic which is not on any other chemical charts, special uzi machine guns, battery bombs, and numerous other things. Known Skills: PHD in all known sciences, mathematics, & psychology. Able to create anything he puts his mind to. Limitations or Weaknesses: None known at this time. For More Info. See: To many files to list here. History: More will be revealed about him at a later time. For now just keep in mind that he is the main boss and antagonist to our heroes, either directly or indirectly at most times. Micro Wave Man Ch. 01 Jun 14, 2009 MWM Chapter One "Meet Mark Surrender" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker... In the prologue Dr. Spy turned on and booted up his computer to check on some files. This is the story those files held. Chapter One "Meet Mark Surrender" Mark's bulgy fat fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel of his light blue four door automobile, as he was driving home from his job. Only one real constant thing was on his mind, he was hungry. He thought about the choices of food he could nuke in the microwave oven as soon as he got home. As he pulled up to a stop at a red light, he knew there were pizza rolls, burritos, and even hamburgers he could nuke. He didn't know exactly what he wanted, maybe he would just nuke them all. Sweat poured from his forehead, and he tried, without much success, to wipe it away with one of his pudgy hands. Sweat already soaked through his button up dress shirt, and the blotches of wetness showed under the arm pits, and on his back through the white long sleeve shirt. The light turned green and traffic began to move again. His corduroy brown slacks felt wet to him as well, and he silently cursed the heat, before his thoughts went back to food again. He stepped on the gas pedal slowly easing onward with the traffic, cursing the slow moving vehicles that were keeping him from his precious food. He didn't really even know why he was so hungry. He had, after all, just ate four doughnuts, and drank a large cup of hot chocolate just an hour ago. Deep down inside he knew he needed to even lose weight, and that all the junk food he ate wasn't good for him at all, even the doctors had told him all this, but the truth of the matter was that he didn't really care. Nobody really cared about him, so why should he care about himself? All of his life he had been fat, even after he tried to workout, diet, and anything else he could think of to do. Nothing really ever worked to make him thinner, and after several failed attempts, he simply gave up hope. Kids in school had always made fun of him for it. "Hey, Mark, I surrender, before you eat me!" They would tease, making fun of both his name, and of how fat he was at the same time. It really hurt him that kids could be so cruel. What had even hurt more was the bullies who would say, "Hey, Mark, I surrender!" Then they would pounce on him, and beat the living tar out of him. This thought infuriated him slightly, along with the slow moving traffic, as he pulled up behind two other cars to a four way stop sign. He noticed several good looking girls in the car in front of him, and though he looked at them with interest, he knew he would never have a chance with any of them. He definitely wasn't ever what you would call a lady's man, and he never really had any friends at all, especially any that were females. Any people that ever had anything to do with him always were just using him for something, mostly just taking advantage of him. He never even went to any of the school's social events because of this. He never went to the prom or even his own graduation. What was the point? He knew that everyone didn't really care if he showed up or not, so he choose not to go through the hassle. Deep down he knew this was just a fear of his as well, as he edged the car forward slowly to a stop behind the car full of girls at a stop sign. He felt that going to those events would all be the same. He would go, try to ask women to dance, and be shot down, and then to top it off, the bullies would be there and at least make fun of him, if not actually beat him up. Of course, he opted for the coward's way out of not going instead of testing his theory out. His parents always to busy with their own careers, and he being an only child, able to stay out of trouble and take care of himself, left it open for him to do whatever he wanted, and no one seemed to notice that he never went. Especially since he had made such good grades that he had earned himself a scholarship to start college immediately in the summer. He watched as the car full of girls took off, and he slowly pulled up to the stop sign himself. He wondered about how he often thought about what it would be like to be a lady's man. Occasionally, he daydreamed of having sexual relations with various women. He even tried on some occasions to ask women out, but was immediately turned down every time. He slowly pulled out from the stop sign, and continued on down the road towards his home, and the awaiting food he desperately craved. Hell, it was even this dream of being a lady's man that drove him into his first career choice. Ladies always fell for the successful lawyers and doctors, or at least, they did on television. He knew right off that his huge fat pudgy fingers would never quite grip a scalpel just right to make the right incisions in an operation, and the sight of blood made him feel a little queasy, so the only real choice for him was to become a lawyer. It wasn't even all that hard of a job really. You just went in front of people and argued your point, and hopefully your point was better made than your opponent's. Quite simple really, as long as you didn't think to much about making an idiot out of yourself in front of people, which he no longer cared if he did or not. He went to college, learned all of the important legalese words, and was even hired onto a law firm, but the women never came to him. His first case as a defendant lawyer is what really turned him away from this line of work. He just simply didn't have the stomach for it, which was really saying a lot considering the size of his stomach. The name of his first, and only, client had been Randal Bookbagger. He was up on murder one charges, and it was up to good old Mark to prove that Randal was innocent. Mark knew for a fact though that this was not in anyway, shape, or form true. Randal had committed the murder, and even bragged about it in confidence to Mark, who could say nothing to anyone about it because of lawyer client confidentiality. Mark thought for sure that he was going to lose this case, and ruin his credibility as a lawyer, but to his astonishment he had won. An important piece of evidence, that would have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that Randal had done it, was thrown out of court on a minor technicality. Without that the prosecutor had no real case at all against Randal. To Mark's surprise he made his argument and won. This made him a very successful lawyer, but it made his stomach turn. It allowed a murderer to roam free, and, even though Mark was paid handsomely well for it, his stomach turned at the idea of what he had done, and he no longer wanted to be a lawyer. It had relieved him just a little, that a week later Randal had been found murdered, but that didn't change his mind about the job really. After such a successful case he had found that many people were interested in hiring him as their defendant lawyer as well, but he turned them all down. He used the money to go back to college, and decided to be an accountant instead. Sure there were no women chasing after successful accountants, but they weren't really lining up for him as a successful lawyer either. If they did he would have suspected them of going after his money, or something that he could do for them, instead of actually going after him just for him. This new job suited him a lot more better. He had weekends free to do whatever, and during the weekdays, except on holidays, he just sat in an office all day figuring out the amount of money made, and the amount spent, and every two weeks, he made out all of the employees paychecks. No one ever really came to bother him, except every once in awhile to check the books, and every once in awhile a person would complain about their check, but he always proved them wrong because he never made a mistake. It wasn't hard work, and he could go home with a clean conscious. Which is what he was doing just now, and instead of feeling guilty about what he did at work today, he was free to feel whatever he really wanted to, and right now that was extreme hunger. He pulled into his driveway, and parked his car. Grabbing his briefcase, he hurriedly hobbled his way to his front door. The sweat was really pouring from him as he fumbled with his keys in his pudgy hands, and unlocked the front door. As soon as he entered his house, slamming the door shut behind himself, he practically just dropped the briefcase just inside the door, and ran, which was more like a waddle, towards his refrigerator. His belly bounced up and down with every step, and his breathing was a heavy gasping of gulps of air. Sweat was really pouring off of him now, and he could smell the foul odor of himself, but he didn't care. With a wheezing breath he opened his freezer, briefly enjoying the instant cooling effect it had on him, and browsed through the boxes of microwavable food inside, while he briefly caught his breath. He quickly decided on pizza rolls, and pulled them out. He got a paper plate out of the cabinet, poured the pizza rolls out on it, and practically threw them into the microwave oven. He set the timer then reached into the fridge for a can of soda. He turned back to the microwave oven to watch the numbers counting down. He opened the can and took a long drink, practically guzzling the whole can down. He threw the can into the waste basket, and retrieved another can from the fridge. He didn't open it yet, preferring to wait for the pizza rolls to get done. His mouth wasn't as parched as it had been, yet it still hungrily watered for those juicy flavorful pizza rolls. Ten seconds left, and he could already taste them. A taste he wouldn't get as to his surprise a loud bang could be heard filling his ears with a ringing pain, and a bright light seen flashing into his eyes, before everything faded away, going black as he went into unconsciousness, as the microwave oven exploded around him. To be continued. Next Chapter Two "Another Day, Another Dollar, A Penny After Taxes"... Dr. Spy sends a young gang member, who has earned his trust, on a theft mission. Will Tyrone Bookbagger and his loyal dog be able to pull it off. File #: 6 Character Star Power: 5 Name: Mark Surrender Legal Status: Single, no criminal record. Former Lawyer. Rank: None. Occupation: Accountant. Known Relatives: Father, mother, and a very rich aunt & uncle. Birth Date: December 1, 1968. Birth Place: Los Angeles, CA. (Currently living in Chicago.) Height: 6' 0" Weight: 386lbs. Eyes: Blue Hair: Blond Strength: 3 (4 if he puts all his weight into it.) Equipment: Nothing special. Known Skills: Accounting, Law, High Academic Record. Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal. For More Info. See: None. History: Just keep an eye on this fat man, because he is about to get his just deserts. Stay tuned as Mark gets a gift I bet any fat man would love to get. (I know I would.) Micro Wave Man Ch. 02 Jun 29, 2009 MWM Chapter Two "Another Day, Another Dollar, A Penny After Taxes." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man & Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Ray Incident, Book I The Origins of Micro Wave Man & Punk Rocker...Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started. On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him. We now are about to find out what Dr. Spy was doing back then. Chapter Two Another Day, Another Dollar, A Penny After Taxes Tyrone Bookbagger had never really been what you would call a good kid. Often in school he was expelled for getting into lots of fights. He never really started any of the fights, but he made sure he finished them, and won. His father often told him that he would never get into trouble for fighting, but if he lost then he would be in trouble. Being suspended half of the time, and ditching school the other half, it was a wonder he had learned anything, but he knew how to read and do basic math, hell, he probably knew that before even starting school. Learning to count money and read by his mother and father to help them in their illegal endeavors. No, Tyrone had never been a good kid, and giving the way his parents were, it was no real wonder why he was like that. His mother was a hooker with a major drug habit, and his father was a major drug dealer, but now would be doing life behind bars for a murder one rap, if he hadn't have been murdered. Tyrone remembered the day his father was sentenced to life in prison, and then later murdered. Even though he was never actually there at the trial, he would never forget that dreadful day, and never forgive the person truly responsible for it, Mark Surrender, a bundling fat attorney who turned Tyrone's life into a living hell. At nine years old, with his father in prison for life, and then murdered, and his mother flipping out in stages of maniac depression; it was up to him to step up to the plate and fend for both of them. At the age of nine though, no respectable business man would ever hire him, so he had no choice, but to turn to the only source of income available, using some of his father's old connections to join the gangs of Chicago, Illinois. Sure he knew it was very dangerous business with death a constant threat at every moment, or even life in prison like his father had been, and then murdered, but what other real choice did he have, to starve to death because his mother was to inept to even take care of herself, much less worry about him? His father should have been the role model hero on the white horse, teaching him important skills to survive and raise a family of his own, taking care of both Tyrone and his mother, but instead, because of that bumbling fat attorney, his father was taken away, and then murdered in cold blood. As he expected, they started him out in little jobs, until he could prove he was useful to them. He knew right away that he was very expendable, especially when another boy his own age had failed to do what they wanted, was shot to death, and left in the streets, as a reminder to everyone else the consequences of failure. With that embedded into his brain, he made absolutely sure he didn't fail, even if it meant killing someone else. Better them than him. He slowly, but surely, worked his way up the chains of command. He went from simply delivering packages to selling drugs himself, then to breaking and entering to get all the items that could be fenced. He could steal any car he wanted, and break into almost anywhere he needed to, learning quickly the fine art of disabling security cameras and alarms. Because of his ruthlessness in getting the job done no matter of what or who got in his way, he earned the nickname "Pit Bull". So fond of the nickname they had given him, he even went out and got himself a dog, though it wasn't only a pit bulldog. Instead he got himself a bull mastiff, which was a mixture between a bulldog and a mastiff (which were trained to be fighting dogs). Bull mastiffs were known to be fearless, alert, and obedient making good watch dogs. He immediately fell in love with his dog, which he trained to be one of the meanest, yet loyalist dogs ever. Tyrone named the bull mastiff Battle Dog, because he said, "This dog will take the battle to anyone, and win." Battle Dog never left Tyrone's side, never made any noise unless Tyrone allowed him to, and never went after anybody unless Tyrone told him to, and lord help those poor devils that Battle Dog was actually unleashed upon. Tyrone, with Battle Dog at his heels, proved himself beyond a shadow of a doubt, to be the most ruthless, most reliable, and most respected member of the gang known as Punk Rockers. He was now on his way to see the big man himself, the true secret power and controller of this particular gang. The ebony skin on his arms and forehead glistened from sweat in anticipation. He had long ago lost his nickname "Pit Bull", and earned himself a new one, making himself the idol of the gang as "Punk Rocker", because by now he was one mean punk, and if you messed with Tyrone he would definitely rock your world. To fit his image his hair was cut into a Mohawk, which was today at least, colored purple, as he rode up in the elevator to the top floor. Both Punk Rocker and Battle Dog were in the big leagues, and he really had to watch his back now. The elevator reached the top floor, and the double doors slid to the sides. Punk Rocker and Battle Dog strolled out, and made their way towards the huge luscious main office at the end of the hallway. Tyrone entered the office with Battle Dog close at his heels. The "Big Man" sat in his chair, which was turned with it's back towards them. Typing could be heard coming from behind the chair, and only the back of a balding old white man's head could be seen. Tyrone thought to himself, "Man, this old cracker either has a major set of grapefruits on him, or there is some major defense systems surrounding him that I can't see. There should be guards all over the place guarding him, or, at least, a secretary outside. Why any other gang could get a wild hair, and just waltz right in here and kill him. Of course, this could be just a cover for him, so that he doesn't look like he is involved with the gangs activities. If so, then this meet and greet is trying to be kept low profile." As Tyrone approached the desk, he noticed the name placard in it's center, which said, "Dr. Jonathan Spy". He reached the edge of the desk, but before he could say anything a voice from behind the chair spoke first, though the typing continued. "Good. You're here. I've heard many good reports about you. You are quite talented, and have done excellent work so far. I have a job that requires your particular skills. It will be very financially rewarding. Are you interested?" "Of course, I'm always interested in putting more green in my jeans, if you know what I mean." Tyrone replied. "Excellent!" Replied Dr. Spy, as the typing stopped, and the chair spun around. The printer on the desk activated, and started printing out some papers. "There are scientists working on a new chemical compound, which could enhance my research considerably. I want that chemical. More details are on these papers. Read them, memorize them, and then throw them into that shredder." "Okay, gee money, it's your dime." Tyrone said with a smile. Tyrone took the papers and looked over them. Most of the scientific jargon was way over his head, but he found the address of the place, and the name of the chemical, and that was enough for him. He committed those facts to memory, and threw the papers into the shredder. "Very good. Don't disappoint me, after all, we wouldn't want anything to happen to your poor mother now would we." Dr. Spy said. "Don't worry. No need for threats. I won't fail you, Doc." Tyrone said. "Make sure you don't. You may go, but remember... If you slip up and get caught by the authorities, you don't know me, and definitely was never here. Do I make myself clear?" Dr. Spy instructed. "Crystal." Tyrone said. "Come on, Battle Dog, we got work to do." To be continued. Next Chapter Three What Happened To Me? Find out what happened to Mark Surrender after his microwave oven exploded on him. File #: 8 Character Star Power: 3 Code Name: Dr. Spy's Punk Rockers Gang. Alter Ego: Various. Aliases: Various. Nick Names: Various. Legal Status: Most have criminal records. Allegiance: The Evil Legion of Dr. Spy. Sub-Groups: Any related to The Evil Legion of Dr. Spy. Rank: Punk Rocker is the leader of the Punk Rockers Gang. Occupation: Various, though mostly criminal organization. Known Relatives: Various. Birth Date: Various. Birth Place: Various. Height: Various. Weight: Various. Eyes: Various. Hair: Various. Attitude: Various, but usually common punks, who are heartless, ruthless, & cold blooded killers & thieves. They will do anything to make a quick buck & help Dr. Spy take over the known world. Known Powers: Most do not have any (though there are a few exceptions), but most are pretty strong and good fighters. Equipment: Most carry weapons like bats, pipes, chains, knives, pistols, etc. Known Skills: Most are good fighters & have skills for thieving, drug dealing, or killing. Limitations or Weaknesses: Most are mortal. For More Info. See: Dr. Spy, Punk Rocker, & Battle Dog. History: They are the first ones to work for Dr. Spy before he started forming army units. He would use them to do his dirty work for him. Micro Wave Man Ch. 03 Jul 1, 2009 MWM Chapter Three "What Happened To Me?" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident, Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man & Punk Rocker... Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started. On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him. Also on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists. We now return back to Mark who is now waking up after the explosion. Chapter Three What Happened To Me? Mark Surrender struggled himself back into consciousness even through a pounding headache. His eyes strained to open up on a blurry surreal world. Surely what he saw before him couldn't possibly be real. After all, why was he lying on the kitchen floor? What exactly had happened to him? Slowly his mind struggled through the pain shrouded curtain, and started piecing the events together while his eyes strived to come into focus. His eyes finally came to focus on the kitchen ceiling fan. He was on his back, on the kitchen floor. His eyes drifted to the side, and to his horror, he saw the microwave oven in total disarray. Memories of the few minutes before the explosion came flooding back to him. His eyes drifted from the microwave oven to the kitchen wall clock. According to the clock he had been out for about thirty-five minutes or so. He felt funny, kind of tingly all over. Groaning slightly he rolled over on his stomach, and froze despite the fact that he had intended to pick himself up off of the ground. His eyes focused on his hands and arms. Instead of fat chubby fingers, hands, and arms, they were now a whole lot thinner than they could possibly ever be. Was he bleeding to death? Snapping out of his daze, he searched the floor for signs of pooling blood, but there were none. He then used his oddly feeling arms and hands to pad himself down to see if his clothes were holding back the flood of blood that just had to be pouring forth from him. To his surprise not only did he not find any such gapping wounds or painful spots, but his whole entire body was now a hell of a lot thinner as well. His enormous stomach was now practically thin. His legs were thin as well, where before they would rub together when he walked, and he could now actually see his feet for the first time without much trouble at all. This was just to much for him to take in. He needed something to drink for his parched throat, while he tried to sort this all out. The soda he had pulled from the fridge still sat on the counter about six feet away. It didn't look to have been affected in anyway by the explosion. Without even thinking about it, he reached his hand out for the soda. What he saw himself do next totally blew his mind away. Even though he was about six feet away, his arm just automatically stretched out, and grabbed the soda bringing it back to him. He sat there just staring at the soda in amazement, for what seemed to be about a minute, before he finally decided to drink it, because he was simply just to thirsty. He opened up the can, and downed it, despite it being a little warm, before deciding to put his new ability to the test. But what would be a good test? He looked around the kitchen for something he could reach for. He was still hungry he decided, and knew that there were chips in the cabinets about ten feet away. With no trouble at all, he stretched his arm out and retrieved the bag of chips, and began munching them down. After finishing off the bag of chips, he finally decided to stand up, and survey the damage done in the kitchen. It was a disaster area around the microwave oven, but the rest of the kitchen seemed to be all right. He groaned in discontent. This mess would probably take him about thirty minutes to an hour to clean up, not to mention the time it would take to repaint the black marks on the walls and cabinets. Well might as well get started, he decided. He thrust himself into the work. First, he swept up everything, and threw it into a trash bag. Then he wiped up the splattered remains of his poor, now ruined pizza roll meal. Lastly, he then ran first the microwave oven, and then the bag of trash out to the dumpster. He was finished for the time being, because he would have to buy paint later for the wall, counter top, and cabinets. He came back into the kitchen, and glanced at the clock on the wall, just out of curiosity, to see exactly how much time it had took him to do all of that work in. The minute hand hadn't moved one bit. How could that be? Was the clock broken? No, the second hand was still moving. Well, maybe it just wasn't as much work as he had thought it would be. Yeah, that had to be it, after all he was now a lot thinner than he had ever been before, so he should be able to move a lot faster than before. This line of thinking was pushed aside though, as his thoughts went back to how hungry he was. His stomach even growled. Without thinking about it really, he opened up the freezer, and looked inside. Looking at the frozen food inside, he grabbed a frozen beef burrito, and pulled it out, before he realized he no longer had a microwave oven to cook it in. He frowned. Now how was he going to cook this? Well, he could cook the food in the oven, but that would take forever, and he would pass out from hunger by that time. Right in front of his very eyes, one of the most miraculous things he had ever seen happened. His hands began to glow yellow, and the burrito in his hands began melting away the ice around it to finally be cooked to perfection. He opened up the package, releasing the trapped steam from inside, and took a bite of the burrito. It was cooked perfectly, and even a lot better then the microwave oven would have probably cooked it. It was as if God himself had answered all his prayers. Maybe he was a new chosen messiah. He hoped not, he had never really been a very religious man. He would have to test out his new abilities to their extent and limits later on. For the moment though he planned on eating. He made a few more burritos in the same fashion, and took them into the living room to watch some television, and to try to think this all through. He sat down in his recliner, which felt odd because it had a lot more room than he was normally used to, and turned on the television. The news was on, and even though he normally didn't watch the news, he didn't bother changing the channel; he had just turned it on for the noise really anyway. He had to much on his mind to truly focus his thoughts onto the television. He gobbled down the burritos he had in no time at all, as his mind wondered still about all that had happened to him. What would he do about work tomorrow? No one would recognize him, and the sudden changes in him that couldn't be explained. Maybe he should go to the hospital for some test, but what for? At best, he would be considered a freak now, and probably locked up by the government so they could run their own tests on him. At worst, he would be discovered to have some sort of terrible cancer or something and be in terminal condition. In either case, he wouldn't be able to deal with it. No, better to just take this one, and just ride with it until the very end, where ever it goes. What all new powers did he possess now? He would have to put them all to the test soon. He was still debating all of this, as he slowly fell to sleep, still sitting in the recliner. His last thoughts, before fading into the land of sleep, was it would be a very cruel joke, indeed, if this was all just a dream. To be continued. Next Chapter Four Visiting Mom... Tyrone having a job to accomplish, always assumes it might be his last, because every mission has its risk. So before every mission he visits his mother in the nursing home. He is unhappy about the way they treat her, but hasn't got the time or money to care for her himself. Join us won't you for this mother and son moment. File #: 9 Character Star Power: 5 Code Name: Micro Wave Man Alter Ego: Mark Surrender Aliases: None Nick Names: None Legal Status: (At this time) Single, Citizen of the U.S., with no criminal record. Allegiance: (At this time) None. Sub-Groups: (At this time) None. Rank: (At this time) None. Occupation: Accountant & a former Lawyer. Known Relatives: Father (Matthew Surrender), mother (Janet Surrender), rich aunt (Alicia Surrender)(Father's brother's wife.) & rich uncle (Jake Surrender)(Father's brother). Birth Date: December 1, 1958. Birth Place: Los Angeles, CA. Height: Various (Usually stays at about 6') Weight: Various (Usually stays at 190 lbs.) Eyes: Blue Hair: Blond Attitude: He has a very serious side, especially in the courtroom, or in the accounting office. When he works, he works. Though when he is not working he can be a practical joker, and cracks jokes to lighten the mood. Due to his speed abilities, he feels a constant need to stay moving and doing things, it is hard for him to just sit still at times. Known Powers: Lightening Speed, Stretching ( which allows the following power stunts- Two- Dimensionality, Change Body Shape, Change Facial Appearance, & Change Size.), Density Control (which allows the following power stunts- Change his weight, Phase through solid objects, Change into a cloud of fog, & even turn invisible.), & Shoot Yellow Micro Waves (which allows the following power stunts- Burns or Destroys targets, or cooks food.). Equipment: (At this time) None that he regularly uses, except for his special suit, made from the same clothes that were caught in the explosion with him. Known Skills: Lawyer & Accounting skills. Limitations or Weaknesses: Unknown. For More Info. See: Future Updates. History: Not going to reveal much here yet. If you have been following my Album-The Intergalactic Space Travelers, then you already know he eventually will join that group, but for now he is doing this all solo. Stay tuned though, I eventually plan on doing some very detailed files, and will reveal future storyline plots in those files. Micro Wave Man Ch. 04 Jul 5, 2009 MWM Chapter Four "Visiting Mom." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident, Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker... Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started. On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he noticed he was now thin, and possessed new super abilities. Also on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists. Let's visit with Tyrone now as he prepares for the mission by first visiting his mom in a nursing home. Chapter Four Visiting Mom Tyrone was making his way down the street with Battle Dog at his heels. People would stare at him as he passed by, but he was used to it by now, and as long as they didn't step up to him, he had no beef with them. After all, he sort of enjoyed the attention and respect that they gave him for it. He figured if they thought he was crazy enough to dress in this fashion, what else is he crazy enough to do. The truth, of course, was just about anything because Tyrone didn't live by the rules of everyone else. As always before doing a job, he would swing by the nursing home to see his mom, and it just so happened that tonight he would have to pass by it anyway because the job was just a couple of blocks past it. He always went to the nursing home to see his mother, just in case something bad did happen. Nothing ever did, so far anyway, but if it did then, at least, he had seen her one last time. As he was approaching the nursing home, he looked around for a set of bushes to stash Battle Dog, and a few weapons behind. He knew from experience that Battle Dog or weapons weren't allowed inside. He found the bushes he normally used, and stepped around behind them. He pulled the 9mm pistol out that was stashed under his shirt in the back of his pants, and placed it on the ground. Next came the four switchblades he had stashed here and there. Lastly, he pulled out a handkerchief to cover them all up with, and gave Battle Dog the command to stay and guard these until he returned. He wasn't totally unarmed, but the other weapons, unless he actually used them, no one would know they were even there. Of course, the switch bladed tip of his shoes, and the belt of his which could be used as a morning star, hardly ever left him for any reason. He would never go around totally unarmed because by now he had made way to many enemies that wanted to off him. He knew as soon as he entered the nursing home that people would stare at him, and especially at his purple Mohawk, and it probably wouldn't even please his mother at all, that is if she was any longer even aware of the world around her, but thanks to all of the drugs she had abused, she didn't even know how to do anything on her own anymore. He made his way down to the lobby entrance and went inside. From many of his previous experiences, he knew that as soon as he entered, that he had to punch in the code in the door alarm to keep it from going off. The code was 1, 2, 3, 4. The nursing home made it simple, and even had signs on the door telling people the code. Most of the residents here, like his mother, were probably to far gone mentally to figure out how the alarm worked. He walked down the hallway towards his mother's room. As he suspected a couple of the nursing aids gave him a look, but by now they were used to seeing him here, and they waved politely as he passed by them. Deep down, in the depths of his dark and forbidden soul, he actually wanted to stab them with a switchblade right through their skulls, but he couldn't do that here, in the essence of what was actually now his mother's home, so he politely returned their waves and continued on his way down the hallway towards his goal. He found his mother's room and entered it to find that she was sleeping peacefully in her bed. He really didn't have the heart to wake her up. Besides considering how much the drugs messed up her mind, would she even realize that he was even here, or even who the hell he was? He thought, "Not likely." Instead he reached out and grabbed her hand. While holding her hand he said a small prayer, not really because he thought God would answer the prayers of sinners like them, but more because it was a habit of what he always did, and deep down inside he knew it was something his mother long ago did, and would probably appreciate him doing now. After he finished the prayer, he just sat there holding her hand, and staring at her as she slept peacefully on. He couldn't help but wonder how both of their lives had taken such a drastic change in direction. He absolutely hated that fat attorney, Mark Surrender, and vowed with every once of will he had, that one day he would have his revenge on him. Even though, truthfully, he had seen the fat attorney only once, the image of the overweight attorney had frozen in his mind forever. He had only met Mark Surrender once, when his mom and dad had taken him along to hire the attorney for his father's defense. He wasn't around for any of the other proceedings. His mom found it prudent to let him stay with his, now passed away, grandparents during the whole shebang. He vividly remembered the day his mom came to pick him up, and take him back home from his grandparent's house. She was crying. He remembered on the drive home, how she had told him, through tears of grief, about how his dad had been convicted, and shortly afterwards had been killed by another inmate in prison. In fact, that car ride home was the last real conversation he had with her before she started flipping out. After the tragedy of losing her husband, then his grandfather had a heart attack and passed away. About a week later his grandmother committed suicide from the grief of the loss of her husband. Unable to cope with all these losses, and not having any other family to turn to in their grief, she turned fully to the only thing she felt would truly help her, drugs. She way over did them, and quickly was so messed up, it was up to him to take care of them both. What he didn't know, and never even really suspected, or even bothered looking up in the newspapers, was that she had lied. She had lied to half protect her son from the truth, maybe even scaring him to stay away from the life of crime and following in his father's footsteps, and half to forget the horrible ordeal of the truth herself. The hated attorney actually did get his father off of the charges. In fact, his father was really killed while his mom and dad were in a motel room partying in celebration. They both were getting high and drinking booze. She had went to the bathroom when she had heard the gunshots, and then the running away footsteps. It was the brother to the man who his father had killed, extracting his revenge. His mother came out, and found him shot up. She flushed all the remaining illegal drugs down the toilet, and was holding him crying when the police arrived. Of course, Tyrone didn't know any of this. How could he even suspect that his own mother would lie straight faced to him, especially while she was crying so badly. He tried to actually find the fat attorney, Mark Surrender, shortly after he secured himself in the gang. He meant to get his own form of justice for his father's death. He came up on a dead end though. Mark Surrender no longer practiced law, and no one really knew what he was up to anymore. Apparently he hadn't made any real friends, which didn't surprise Tyrone all that much, since he considered Mark Surrender nothing, but a big pile of manure anyway. He vowed though, that if he ever saw his face to face again, that he wouldn't hesitate to kill Mark Surrender right where he stood. No ifs, ands, or buts. As of yet, he still hadn't found the fat attorney, and everyday the flames of his hatred towards Mark grew stronger and stronger. Often, like now, he fantasized about how he would kill Mark Surrender, but he knew he had other stuff to do tonight, and didn't really have the luxury of time for this type of day dreaming. Snapping out of his daze, though he still held his mother's hand, he kissed her hand, and laid it gently back onto the bed. He looked at her for a long moment more, before standing up to leave. After all he had a job to do. He left her room closing the door behind him, and made his way down the hallway, which smelt badly of old people's urine and feces. He actually hated this place, and he hated the fact that his mother had to reside in a place like this. It reminded him more of a death tomb of his mother's final resting place than an actual home for her to try and continue her life. After all, she would probably never recover fully enough to ever leave this place. The privately owned nursing home was way understaffed, and the people working here really didn't care if the residents got the proper care they really needed, most just working here to collect a paycheck to barely scrape by until they earned the next one. Oh well, what could he really do? With no other family available, besides him, she was basically a ward of the state. No other place would take her in, and he simply couldn't take care of her on his own, because, after all, he was only sixteen, and still to young really to legally take care of anyone. Also, he didn't really have much money, even with his status in the gang, he could hardly still fend for himself, and Battle Dog, much less care for his invalid mother. No, there really wasn't anything he could really do. He pushed the sad thoughts from his mind, made his way back outside, after punching the door code in again, and found the bushes where Battle Dog was. He gathered up his weapons, and gave Battle Dog the command to come along. They had work to do tonight after all. To be continued. Next Chapter Five Got To Run. Mark Surrender starts to deal with his new abilities. File #: 10 Character Star Power: 4 Code Name: Battle Dog Legal Status: Animal, with no legal status. Alter Ego: None Aliases: None Nick Names: None Allegiance: The Evil Legion of Dr. Spy. Sub-Groups: Dr. Spy's Punk Rockers & Road Warriors Rank: None Occupation: Criminal Agent of Dr. Spy Known Relatives: Punk Rocker (Owner & Master) Birth Date: July 23, 1987 Birth Place: Chicago, IL. Height: 3'6" Weight: 120 lbs. Eyes: Green Hair: Black & Brown. Breed: Bullmastiff. Attitude: Ferocious and only listens to Punk Rocker. Known Powers: Shoots lasers from eyes, can turn into a stone statue, is well trained, has sharp claws and teeth, and can generate tornadoes, which he can use to fly with. Equipment: None, except dog collar with tags (stolen), and food and water dish. Known Skills: Fetch, search (sniffs people to see if carrying weapons or drugs), stay, play dead, statue, attack, disarm, & guard (a special trick in which he becomes a statue & attacks anyone who comes to mess with what he is guarding. Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal, unless using stone powers. For More Info. See: Dr. Spy & Punk Rocker. History: Reading this file gives a little bit of future insight into what is about to happen to Punk Rocker and Battle Dog, and the powers they are about to receive. Keep reading, to find out what's in store for this mutt. Micro Wave Man Ch. 05 Jul 7, 2009 MWM Chapter Five "Got To Run." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident, Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker... Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started. On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he noticed he was now thin, and possessed new super abilities. Also on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists, he stopped to visit his mother in the nursing home, then headed for the theft. We now return to Mark Surrender to see how he is dealing with his new powers. Chapter Five Got To Run Mark Surrender woke himself up to the sound of one sitcom or another playing on the television. He didn't know or really even care which one it was, because he never really watched any of them. If he really wanted to see people acting stupid, he could just walk downtown. There was a moment of confusion, and shock, that went through Mark's mind, about his new thin self, before he remembered the events that had just recently happened to him. He guessed he would have to start getting used to this for awhile, after all he had been through an entire life time of being fat, to find himself being skinny in an instant. It was sort of like losing a tooth, and getting used to it missing, but this sensation covered his whole body. His stomach rumbled slightly in hunger. He looked at the clock on the vcr/dvd player. It said it was nine o'clock. His stomach rumbled again. He knew he was hungry, and thought about some of the fast food restaurants downtown. There was one he was particularly craving right now. For reasons that he didn't even really think about, he decided to stretch his legs. Without any real thinking, he got up out of the chair, and was out the door in literally a blink of an eye. He went down the street at what seemed to him a mere jog. He felt energized, refreshed, and healthier than he ever had before. He felt the need to stretch out his muscles, and just go. In reality, he was moving faster then the human eye could even see. The people, he passed by in the street, couldn't even see him at all. They just only felt a slight breeze as he passed them by, and just chalked it up to the wind picking up slightly. Mark quickly made it to the restaurant, and slowed himself down to a walk. He felt great. He felt more full of energy and life then he had in...oh, ever before. He let himself in the front doors, and made his way to the counter to place an order. Behind the counter was a gorgeous little blond lady, who was cleaning up the counter. Her name tag said Jenny. The female attendant was rather surprised at the sudden appearance of the very handsome blond haired man, but she didn't think anything out of the ordinary had happened, just that she had been to busy, that she hadn't seen him approach. "May I help you, sir?" Jenny asked. "Yes, I would like four double cheese burgers, four large fries, a couple of chicken sandwiches, and a large orange soda." Mark replied. Since he had placed such a huge order, she couldn't help but to wonder if he was throwing a party, or buying for his family, or something, so she just had to ask him, even though she would have been greatly disappointed if he was married. "Are you throwing a party, or just buying for your family?" This took Mark by somewhat of a surprise. "Uh...what?" He had forgotten that he was now thin again, and would look like he couldn't possibly eat all this alone. He quickly formulated a lie in his head about having to work late, and making a food run for the office. "Oh, uh...No, I'm an accountant, and our quarterly budgets are due tomorrow. Some of us are just working late at the office to get it finished, and I'm doing a food run for everyone." "So it's sort of a party then. Does anyone else want drinks?" She replied, as she was preparing his large orange soda, and handed it to him. "No, we have a soda machine at the office, I'm just parched and thought I would drink this on the way back to the office." He said smiling. Then something, that had never happened to him before, finally happened. Jenny just had to know if he had a wife or girlfriend. She asked, "Are you seeing anyone?" Disbelieving what he was hearing, he stammered, "What...uh, no." He couldn't believe she had just asked if he had a wife or girlfriend, and even more unbelievable to him, when he replied no, she immediately wrote her number on his receipt, and told him. "Why don't you call me sometime? Maybe we could go out, and do something together." He took the receipt into his hands and replied. "Oh, ok. That sounds like fun. I'd love to do that. How about if I call you sometime tomorrow?" "Sure, I look forward to your call." She said, as she began gathering up his order in bags. Then she handed him his bags of food, and told him, "Have a nice night. Don't work to hard." "You too." He replied, as he was taking the bags from her. He walked slowly backwards from the counter towards the doors in disbelief. She was already taking another customer's order, but she did look up one last time, and gave him a wink. He waved goodbye, and walked out the front doors. He had to catch his breath, not from physical exhaustion, but from the sheer shocking amazement of this all. What could a gorgeous girl like that possibly see in him? He looked disbelievingly at his thin hand clutching the receipt with the phone number and Jenny's name on it, and thought to himself, "Wow, this thin thing is really working wonders! If I could only market exploding microwave ovens for everyone, I'd be a millionaire!" He thought for a few seconds about how he had seen her in there lots of times before, and he even always had a semi-crush on her before and tried to be nice to her, but somehow she was either somewhat rude, or paid him little attention. He concluded that, if she didn't really recognize him at all really, then no one else would either. He finally caught his breath, and decided to jog again back home. People in the parking lot saw him standing there one second, and then he completely vanished the next. They were a bit shocked and looked around for a moment, but then put the whole thing behind them, chalking it up to the fact that their eyes must have been playing tricks on them. He reached his door, and let himself into his house. He walked into the living room to find his television still on, and to his surprise still playing the same sitcom, as when he left. He looked again at the clock on the vcr/dvd player, and his jaw literally hit the floor. The clock read 9:05 p.m. He stretched both arms down to the ground, and put his jaw back into place, before stammering aloud, "That can't be! That's impossible!" This was almost to much for him as he sat, or practically fell plopping down into his chair. He absently unwrapped one of the sandwiches, and began chomping it down, as his mind tried to take in, and comprehend, all of the events that had happened to him today. It was all almost unthinkable to him, and if it wasn't really happening to him now, then he was quite sure he wouldn't believe it himself. He was going to have to really see how far the limits of his new powers were. He had the abilities to run super speeds, stretch, and even heat things up with his hands. What other stuff could he now do as well? He wondered this as he was munching down some of the fries, and washed it down with a swallow or to of the orange soda. He grabbed another sandwich and began chomping down on it, as he began a new train of thought. There was also his, before now not thought of, sexual attraction from the opposite sex. He could now actually fulfill some of his wildest sexual fantasies. He finished that sandwich and began working on another, as he began to wonder if maybe he should go somewhere and be tested to see if he was at a health risk for anything, or if his powers were only temporary or permanent. Somehow the very thought, of himself going back to being overly obese again, revolted him. No, he couldn't let anyone know of his new found abilities. He remembered his thoughts on this from before, and besides, who or where could he go for those kind of tests? As for the health risks, and permanent or limited time on his abilities, he would have to just figure that out as it happened, but he would have to test out his new found abilities on his own, but how? Suddenly an idea of the perfect place popped into his head. The high school football field. It would be perfect. The stadium itself was built, so that if you weren't on the field itself, you couldn't see it. The track around the field could be used to test out his speed, and the football field could be used to see how far he could stretch himself out. He would have to go there when no one was around. Maybe he could purchase a speed gun like the cops used to see how fast he could move. He was going to have to take tomorrow off from work, and even possibly have to quit his job all together, as not to lead suspicion onto his new abilities. He might even have to take up a new identity all together. Maybe one as a relative to himself, claiming that he was house sitting for awhile. He finished up all of the food he had, and decided this was all to much for him to take in for now. He gathered up all of the wrappers into the fast food bag and threw it into the trash can. Then he shut off the television, and made his way to his bedroom. He undressed, and was going to change into his pajamas, when he discovered a whole brand new problem all together. All his other clothes, except for the ones he wore in the explosion with him, were now way to big for him to wear. He would have to buy more clothes tomorrow. He decided to sleep just in his underwear. So he wouldn't forget, he pulled out a notebook and pen from his night stand, and jotted down his ideas for testing himself, calling in sick, and a shopping list of several things he now needed. As he made the list out, and got to the clothes, he thought about how he should probably make himself some sort of "super hero" costume to hide his identity when he was using his powers. "Super hero" costume, now that was a funny thought. Thinking about it now though kind of made a weird sort of sense. Yes, he should use his new found abilities to help those who were in peril he supposed, but only when absolutely necessary. He could use the clothes from the explosion to design the costume, after all, they shared his abilities it seemed. That is after he used them to go shopping tomorrow. He would have to watch himself closely as well, as not to exhibit his powers in public. He jotted down a few more notes, like buying clothing dye and a sewing machine. He even sat on his bed and doodled a fresh costume design out, before setting the notebook and pen on the night stand, and turning out the light to go to sleep. After all, tomorrow was going to be a very busy, and very interesting day. He might even call the fast food girl up. He shot back up from bed, and turned the light back on. "The phone number!" He shouted to himself. He jumped out of bed, and went to the trash can. He dug around in the fast food bag, and found the receipt. With a sigh of relief, he went back to the bedroom, and placed the receipt into the notebook. He shut off the lamp, and quickly fell to sleep, still thinking about how tomorrow would be. To be continued. Next Chapter Six, Down and Dirty... Punk Rocker and Battle Dog steal the chemical, but it isn't a clean get away. File #: 11 Character Star Power: 2 Name: (Jenny) Jennifer Sullivan Legal Status: Single, with no criminal record. Rank: None. Occupation: Fast Food Worker. Known Relatives: Wealthy Father & Mother. Birth Date: July 7, 1987 Birth Place: Chicago, IL. Height: 5' 6" Weight: 130 lbs. Eyes: Green Hair: Blond. Strength: 2 Equipment: Nothing special. Known Skills: Fast Food Services & Etiquette for the rich. Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal For More Info. See: None. History: Is going to be a love interest for Mark Surrender. Want to do a survey to see how this should go, but no one is leaving any comments. So for right now her future is still up in the air. Micro Wave Man Ch. 06 Jul 8, 2009 MWM Chapter Six "Down and Dirty." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident, Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker... Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control of the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started. On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he noticed he was now thin, and possessed new super abilities. Also on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists, he stopped to visit his mother in the nursing home, then headed for the theft. He is now about to commit the robbery. Chapter Six Down and Dirty Tyrone and Battle Dog made their way to the back of the building they were suppose to break into for Dr. Spy. Punk Rocker thought that the back way in would be the best. They passed through a deserted construction site in the shadows of the night. The back of the intended target building was deserted, and hardly anyone was on the streets at this time of night. As luck would have it, Tyrone passed by a few construction crates, and saw something slightly shimmering from a far away street light. It was a crowbar, probably used to open up the crates, and forgotten by the work crew. Thinking that it could be useful as a way to break into the building, and a handy weapon as well, he picked it up and brought it with him. As he continued on through the construction site, and towards the building, he noticed that there were two doors in back, one by a huge garage door, and one by it's lonesome. Better to try the one by it's lonesome, Punk Rocker thought. The one by the loading dock might have people inside working on loading or unloading boxes for a truck that could suddenly show up at anytime. They could easily see signs of forced entry, and even cut off chances for escape. No, the lone one would probably be best, and more hidden, especially since it was behind a fence, with some form of generator or something. It might not be guarded as well there, and perhaps no alarm on the door either. He could try scaling the walls to the second floor windows, but that would be very dangerous, with more chances of a passing police cruiser seeing him, not to mention the fact that Battle Dog, a very valuable asset to this job, would have to stay behind. No, it would be better to just storm through this door as fast as possible, and hope for the best. They approached the fence at a quick jog. Punk Rocker quickly noticed the padlock and chain on the gate. There were now three choices he could make. He could use his pistol to just blast his way through the gate and the door, which would get him in very quickly, but draw way to much attention to himself, so he right out threw that choice away. He could throw Battle Dog over the fence, and scale the fence himself, but if they had to leave in a hurry, they would waste valuable time hurdling back over the fence on their way back out. He threw that choice out as well. No, he would have to use the crowbar on the padlock, then try to hide that it had been pried open from a quick inspection, that way they could use this as their escape route, and possibly block expected pursuit. It took a couple of tries with the crowbar, and Tyrone worried it might not work, before the padlock finally gave way. Punk Rocker also worried that someone might pull up and see him as he was working, but he managed to finally get inside and wrap the chain back around. He was about to get to the door when he heard a car turn into the back alley. He could see headlights brightening up the black top. His heart began to pound fast, as he grabbed up Battle Dog, and ducked behind the generator. "Uh,oh!" He muttered under his breath, as the car drew closer. The car though didn't stop or even slow down, it just kept on going through the alley, and continued on it's way. With a sigh of relief, he got up putting Battle Dog back down, and went back to the door, and tried opening it. It was locked, which was no surprise really. He used the crowbar to pry the door open, as he more or less prayed that no alarm would go off. No alarm did, as the door swung open. With a sigh of relief, Punk Rocker entered into what appeared to be the basement section of the building. There were heaters, hot water boilers, and even electrical panels all over down here. Punk Rocker tried to close the door behind him, but it was simply to busted up to stay completely closed, so he left it as it was. There was a door to a hallway outside it. He looked through the glass window in the door for a long moment before going through the door itself. Even though the hallway was well lighted, there seemed to be no people around, and no cameras anywhere that he could see, so it was safe enough. Nearby where he entered the hallway, he found a set of stairs going up. He figured up was where he needed to go, so he took them, with Battle Dog at his heels. There didn't seem to be any cameras in the stairwell either, and if anyone came along he would have to take them out quickly. Luckily, no one came out as he made his way up to the top floor. He looked through the door's window, and to his horror, he spotted a camera mounted on the wall. Luckily, it wasn't pointed at the door, but down the hallway. If he remembered the trick he was taught right, he could get the camera to freeze on a certain frame, and no one would know it until a closer inspection took place, unless they were looking right at the monitor the exact second he did it, and knew the signs of tampering. He pulled out a switch bladed knife to use as a screwdriver, and went to work. * * * * Mr. Patterson was to busy eating a sub sandwich, and talking to his wife on the phone, to even worry about watching the monitors. Besides, since he had started this job five months ago, nothing ever happened. He knew his other two security guards, young recruits, were busy doing a physical walk through of the building. Mr. Dickerson on the bottom floor for now, and Mr. James on the middle floors. He would see them from time to time on the cameras, but no one else, as far as he knew, was in the building. He had no worries at the moment because if anything was a miss his walkie-talkie communicator would go off with them reporting it to him, so he continued on with the conversation with his wife about how the kids had acted up today, and continued eating his sandwich. * * * * Punk Rocker successfully pulled off the trick to the camera, and put his knife back away, as he made his way down the hallway to the lab door, with Battle Dog still by his heels. He looked through the lab door's window, and was pleasantly surprised to see the exact canister he needed sitting neatly marked in a locked cabinet door window. "This might be way easier than we thought Battle Dog." He said, as he entered the lab, and made his way to the cabinet, unaware of the video camera inside the room. * * * * Mr. Patterson was still talking to his wife, though the sandwich was now gone, when his walkie-talkie went off, taking him by surprise. "This is Mr. Dickerson in the boiler room. I think we have an intruder on the premises. The boiler room outside door has been pried open. Over." Mr. Patterson's eyes had went straight to the video monitors, as the voice spoke to him through the walkie-talkie, to instantly find the young Mohawk haired man, and Bullmastiff dog in the lab, breaking into the chemical storage area. "Honey, we actually have a serious situation here. I'll have to call you back when I can." Mr. Patterson said, as he hung up his cell phone, and picked up the walkie-talkie. "That is an affirmative on the intruder. He is in the lab. The intruder is a young Mohawk haired gentleman and he has a dog with him. They both look to be quite dangerous. I want to take him by surprise. Mr. Dickerson come up the right stairwell. Mr. James come up the left stairwell. I'll be coming up in the elevator as soon as I inform the police of our situation. Everyone proceed with caution, and be on the lookout for more intruders. Do you copy?" "I copy that, going up the right stairwell!" Mr. Dickerson said, and Mr. Patterson could hear him down the hallway going through the double doors. "I copy that too, and I'm on my way to the left stairwell!" Mr. James piped in, though he sounded like he might have been napping, and just woke up. He didn't blame Mr. James for snoozing, but it might bite them all in the ass this time around. Even Mr. Patterson himself had let his guard down though, and they all would be under stricter rules for awhile, after a severe reaming from the bosses for allowing someone on the property, that is, if they still had jobs. "Okay, let's get him! Over and out!" Mr. Patterson said, as he sat down his walkie-talkie, and dialed the number for the police. * * * * Punk Rocker made his way over to the cabinet, and jimmied it open with the crowbar, and claiming his prize, took out the canister. As he turned to leave the room, he was smiling contentedly, when a small blinking red light from the corner of his eyes caught his attention. He looked closer, it was a camera. His smile turned into a frown, as he muttered, "They know we're here! Come on Battle Dog! We have to run!" They entered the hallway, but Battle Dog silently let Punk Rocker know that people were coming up the stairs. The elevator wasn't moving yet, so he hit the button. The doors swung open, and he jumped in, Battle Dog staying close by, hitting the button for the first floor. The elevator doors closed just as the two security guards with guns drawn came out of each stairway. * * * * Mr. Patterson had informed the police of their situation, and even told them the front door would be unlocked, and that they should just come on inside. He had just went and unlocked the front doors, and was making his way to the elevator when his walkie-talkie squawked again. "Mr. Patterson, come in!" Absently he pressed the button to the elevator, not realizing that it was already in motion, as he reached down and pulled his walkie-talkie from his belt. "This is Mr. Patterson, over." "The intruder is on the move! He's coming down..." Ding! The elevator doors swung open to reveal the young Mohawk haired gentleman swinging a crowbar at his head. Mr. Patterson barely had time to raise his arms to cushion the blow, but it still sent him sprawling to the floor. The walkie-talkie still squawked, as it went sliding across the floor. "...the elevator. We are making our way down the right stairwell in pursuit!" "Thanks for the tip." Punk Rocker said as he continued running down the hallway towards the boiler room. He stopped at the stairwell double doors just long enough to slide the crowbar into the handles to block them. "That crowbar came in real handy after all!" Punk Rocker said as he continued on towards the boiler room. As he entered the boiler room, he saw the security guard he knocked down already starting to get back to his feet, and he could hear the others banging on the blocked doorway. He made his way out the busted back door, and through the gate, trying to tie the chain back up, but it wouldn't stop them, just slow them down. In the very far distance he could hear police sirens, and knew they were coming for him, as he made his way towards the construction site. He glanced back briefly as he ran, and saw the three security guards coming through the gate already, with guns drawn. However, he was safe for the moment, because they didn't have a clear shot at him. They were closing in on him fast though. He saw a concrete slab ahead, and ran for it, as he pulled out the 9mm pistol from his back. One of the security guards was now close enough to take a shot, and fired. The bullet hit the canister, spraying the chemical all over Punk Rocker and Battle Dog. Punk Rocker turned to fire back, as he was still running and reached the cement slab. The cement was fresh, and still quite wet, and Punk Rocker, taken by surprise, slid uncontrollably into Battle Dog, and both of them went sliding into the middle of the slab of wet cement. Punk Rocker still managed to keep a grip on the now half empty canister, but his gun was now buried somewhere in the cement goo, and was probably useless now anyway. The security guards now reached him, and had him surrounded. By the look of things, they pretty much knew he was more or less captured. "Stay down, sir! The police are on their way!" Mr. Patterson said as he used his cell phone to dial the police. "Yes, this is the security officer who called just a bit ago about a break in. Well our fellow tried running, but slipped in some wet cement at the construction site in back. We have him pretty much in custody now." Punk Rocker felt a strange tingling sensation all throughout his entire body. He didn't really know what it was from. It could be because of the chemical, from the fall, or because he was now really angry at the arrogant security officer before him. He didn't really care though what it was. "Back off, creeps!" Punk Rocker said, jumping to his feet, and pulling out a switchblade with his free hand, and still holding the canister in the other. "Drop the knife on the count of three, or we open fire!" Mr. Patterson said flatly. Punk Rocker stood there, with a death grip on the knife, breathing heavy snorts of air through his nose. He was determined not to go to jail, at least, not alive. "One...two..." Mr. Patterson started counting, but Punk Rocker and Battle Dog were already charging for them. "Three! Fire!" Punk Rocker knew this was probably the end for him, but, at least, he had gone out fighting. Right before his very eyes, however, a miracle happened. Maybe all of his prayers were heard by God after all. His skin turned into stone right as all three security guards fired at him, and the bullets ricocheted off of him harmlessly. The security guards were taken a bit by surprise, and fired again with the same results. "I...said...back...off...creeps!" Punk Rocker spewed through angrily gritted teeth as he pointed his arms forward. To everyone's surprise a huge cyclone gust of tornado like air shot forth from his arms, and slammed into the three stunned security guards, sending them flying back, and sprawling to the ground. Close by was a scaffolding full of bricks to build walls with. To Punk Rocker's surprise, Battle Dog shot strange beams from his eyes, and sent the scaffolding, bricks and all, down on top of the security guards. If they weren't dead now, they were definitely stopped. Sirens were now getting really close to the building. "Come on, Battle Dog, we got a doctor's appointment to keep!" Punk Rocker commanded. They quickly made their way out of the construction site, and using back alleyways, and dark places, made their way back to Dr. Spy's offices. To be continued. Next Chapter Seven Date With Jenny. Will Mark be able to keep his cool, and his new abilities in check, while out on a date with the beautiful blond fast food worker, Jenny. File #: 12 Character Star Power: 5 Code Name: Punk Rocker Alter Ego: Tyrone Bookbagger Aliases: None Nick Names: None Legal Status: Single, Citizen of the U.S.A., with criminal record. Allegiance: The Evil Legion of Dr. Spy Sub-Groups: Punk Rockers & Road Warriors Rank: Commands the Punk Rockers Occupation: Criminal Agent of Dr. Spy Known Relatives: Battle Dog (Pet), Randal Bookbagger (Father, deceased), Peggy Bookbagger (Mother, In nursing home), and grandparents (deceased). Birth Date: August 19, 1993 Birth Place: Chicago, IL. Height: 5' 11" Weight: 203 lbs. Eyes: Green Hair: Really black, but wears it usually in a Mohawk & in punk rock colors usually orange, purple, red, green, or even pink. Attitude: The basic punk attitude. Likes to steal things, intimidate people, and be a nuisance. Known Powers: Shoots lasers from eyes, spin fast enough to cause tornadoes or make himself into one, so he can fly, can turn into a stone statue, can shoot fire or ionic beams from the palms of his hands, has sharp fingernails like claws, has super strength, & is an excellent fighter (especially since he can turn his arms into cement in half swing for extra damage). Equipment: He carries switchblade knives, and even has two stored in his shoe toes, so he can use them when he kicks people. He also has a belt which is really a morning star (a spiked ball on a chain), & sometimes carries a gun like the 9mm he is carrying now. Known Skills: Thieving, leadership, guns, alarm systems (only for stores and cars), weapon specialist with switchblades & the morning star, & living on the streets. Limitations or Weaknesses: Mortal, unless using stone powers. For More Info. See: Dr. Spy & Battle Dog. History: So far we know that he has had a troubled youth. His mother was a hooker & drug user, and his father was a drug dealer. He believes his dad was killed in prison after his attorney (Mark Surrender) lost his case, but what really happened was that Mark had gotten his father off, and his father was killed by the brother of the one that was killed by his father. His mother so distraught lied to him about this, then fell into a deep depression and really started abusing drugs. Attempting to take care of his mother and him, he joined a gang, but his mother was to bad off and had to go into a nursing home. Advancing in the gang he got himself a dog, Battle Dog, and trained it to do exactly what he told it to. Through this recent robbery attempt he now has super powers. How will all this work out for him, stay tuned and find out. Micro Wave Man Ch. 07 Nov 8, 2009 Micro Wave Man Chapter Seven "A Date With Jenny" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on October 2009 The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker... Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control over the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started. On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he discovered he was now thin with new super powers. Also, on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists, after visiting his mom in a nursing home, Tyrone and his dog stole the chemicals, but was in an accident as they escaped, and both now have super powers as well. What kind of havoc will be unleashed by this duo? We return now back to Mark Surrender, who is about to go out on an actual date for the first time in his life. Chapter Seven "A Date With Jenny" It was a quarter to eight, and Mark Surrender sat dressed up in new casual wear clothes nervously awaiting for Jennifer to arrive at the fancy restaurant they had chosen for their date. The seconds seemed like hours, and the minutes like weeks, especially to Mark's new heightened sense of speed, in which everything seemed to now go in hyper slow motion to him. He had to be extra careful tonight not to use any of his new super abilities. Each move he made had to be sure and deliberate. As he sat there waiting, he thought about how his day had went. He had woke up early this morning, and called in sick to work. He had to make his voice seem really raspy when he talked. Since he had hardly ever called in before, his boss was a little concerned about him, but allowed him the day off, and even said that he hoped that Mark felt better soon. There was no way Mark was about to tell him the truth about how he felt the best he had ever felt in his entire life. Tomorrow Mark thought he would call in and tell them that he had a much better job offer, and had to move away. Luckily he owned his own house, or he would have had to make up some excuses to his land lord. However, he did have neighbors, though none were real close or really ever even talked to him. With his new looks though that could change. If anyone did decide to come a visiting, to them he decided he would claim to be a cousin with almost the same name, except that their middle names were different. He would claim that he had a better job offer and was moving away, and that since his cousin had found a job in town wanted to take over the house. After eating some cereal for breakfast, and getting dressed, he had made his way uptown to do some shopping in his car. A few girls actually looked twice at him, the second time with a sort of lustful look, instead of looking once, and then away in disgust, as he was pleasantly surprised to find because he was not yet used to his new body changes. He was happy and smiling as he drove to the stores uptown. He glanced down at his watch. He was starting to get really nervous and was beginning to think that this might be a bad idea. He still had fourteen minutes left to wait. Boy, time moved really slow, especially when you wanted to hurry up and get it over with. He chalked up his feelings to now being able to move at super speed, and now all time crawled slowly on. He had went shopping in all kinds of stores. He bought underwear, white t-shirts, and socks in one store. Blue and black jeans along with some nifty t-shirts with various cool sayings, cool bands, or even food logos in another. Then the last clothing store he went to he bought a pair of slack pants and a nice dress shirt, along with a new belt, watch, and wallet, all of which he was wearing now. He went into a shoe store and bought several different pairs in his now new size. From running shoes, dress shoes, and even sandals, he wanted to make sure his feet were comfortable in their new smaller size. With his clothes shopping done, he could now move onto his other shopping plans. He first went to a sewing store and bought a sewing machine, lots of different colored spools of thread, clothing dyes, and any other things he thought he might need to design his "super hero" costume, including a couple of books on how to sew. His next stop was to an electronics store where he bought a microwave oven, and a speed gun, but the max speed for the gun was only 299 mph. He tried to find one faster, but the salesperson insisted that nothing ever hardly went faster than that, so he reluctantly got it, even though he felt deep inside that he moved way faster then that. Of course, with all that shopping done, he still had one more store to go to, the grocery store. He bought what for him would last a week, but for others it would last a month. Even though he was now a lot skinner, he was still always hungry. If what he suspected about himself being able to move at super speeds was true, then his new metabolism was burning calories at hyper speeds too. As he glanced again at his watch, to notice that he still had to wait ten more minutes for Jenny to show, he thought about how the sales people had behaved around him as he shopped. Some were guys, who most were indifferent of him, and only one, which he thought for sure was gay, gave him a look over, which had made him feel really uncomfortable at the time. Most, however, had been women. Some where a lot older than him. Most of them had looked him over quite intently, though a couple, who might have been lesbians, or in a serious relationship already were indifferent. Out of the ones that did look, most were married, or, at least, he thought they were because they had wedding bands on their left ring fingers. He supposed the ones that didn't have one on, were probably seeing someone as well because no one hit on him, or openly flirted with him, though they would stare, and that might have just been professional courtesy as well. He supposed he would have to start getting used to that. He looked again at his watch. Nine minutes left. He sighed, put his right elbow down on the table, resting his right cheek on his right fist. With his left hand he nervously tapped the table with his fingers, as if he was playing a piano in boredom. He began to feel his face begin to stretch, and quickly caught himself doing it. He sat back up, pulling himself back together, and hoped that no one had saw that. He glanced around the room, and apparently no one had because they were to busy in their own conversations, and wasn't really paying him any mind. He went back to thinking about his day again. He had left the stores, and went straight home to set-up everything. He had unloaded the car at super speed, or, at least by now, he thought so, and hoped that his neighbors hadn't seen him do it. He had set-up the microwave oven in the kitchen, put his clothes away in the closet, pulling out his old clothes, bagging them up to eventually take to good will or something, and even set-up the sewing machine. Even his eyes were now working at super speed he noticed as he speed read the new books on sewing, and set to work sewing up his super hero costume, which he was wearing now under his clothes, with the mask slipped into one pocket. After he finished his costume design, he gathered up all of the boxes, and any other trash he had, and ran it out to the trash dumpster. His old clothes he placed in his car's trunk to deliver to Goodwill. He then took the speed gun and loaded it up into the car and headed to the high school football fields where he planned on testing his new abilities. It wasn't so much that he wanted to test their true limits, just to see and confirm that he had them. So after a quick drop off of his old clothes to the Goodwill, he was on his way. He was happy to see that no one was on the football field, as he pulled up. He quickly changed into his costume, and then set up the speed gun. He casually ran around the track, but when he checked out the speed gun it was maxed out, just like he suspected, and was afraid it would be. Well, that finally confirmed it, at least. He know knew for sure that he could move at super human speeds. Now to test his stretching abilities. He then sat on the fifty yard line of the field and stretched himself out to where he was touching both goal lines at the same time. That took quite a lot of effort, and he didn't think he could go much farther than that, but he was still quite impressed with himself for being able to stretch across an entire football field. How many other people could receive the football and score a touchdown for both teams at the same time? He was probably the only one. As he had been sitting there gloating to himself, he had heard the school bells ring. He quickly reformed himself, as he began hearing distant footsteps and chattering voices. He snatched up his speed gun and made his way back to his car. He had accomplished what he had wanted to do, and hopefully no one had saw him, but even if they had saw him then all they saw was his costume, and not really him. The rest of the day he had spent at home pondering what to do, and eating while watching some television. At four o'clock, he finally decided to call Jenny, and ask her to go out on this date. It had been a personal hell for him ever since. The last four hours had seemed to drag on for an eternity. He glanced at his watch again impatiently. It was now five minutes before eight. He was really relieved though when he looked up, and saw that his wait was finally over. Jenny was coming in the front doors now, and she was gorgeously dressed to kill. They sat in the restaurant for about an hour. They talked and got to know each other better, while they ordered and ate. Mark was careful not to over eat, though he was starving, while he sat there and listened to her talk. Jenny's real name was Jennifer Sullivan. She was only twenty-two years old, but she had never been married, or had any kids. That was a rare find in itself now a days. She still lived with her mother and father, though she did have her own apartment above their garage. Her family was well off because her father was upper management for a huge corporation. She had been an only child, and apparently was very spoiled because of it. Mark felt bad about the fact that he had to lie and make up a few stories about himself, but, he wondered, how much was she telling him that was the truth? Even though they had spent an hour together, the time just seemed to fly by for Mark. He was really having a great time with her. The only real problem for him was trying not to reveal his secret, though he really wanted to, and not using his powers at all, which took some major concentration. He had already caught himself starting to stretch a few times, and had to will himself back together before she saw him. After dinner they went to the movies and watched a delightful romantic comedy, and even cuddled together, and kissed. Disappointingly though, even though Mark really didn't want to, but felt he had to, Mark ended the date after the movie, despite the fact that Jenny had invited him to her place. He came up with an excuse about having to go to work early in the morning, but that they would go out again very soon. The truth of the matter though was that Mark didn't know just how much longer he could go without using his powers, or revealing his secrets to her. It was especially difficult to control the urge to stretch when they had been snuggling and kissing. He really liked her a lot, but what would happen if he revealed what had happened to him? Would she except him, or would she freak out and never speak to him again because he was a freak? He didn't want to risk it this early in the game. Also, he was practically starving, despite the food he had been eating all night. They kissed each other good night and parted ways. Mark made his way back home in home in happy bliss. He thought about the whole night, and found himself truly in love for the first time ever. Despite this though, his mind wondered if he should continue this affair or not. Next Chapter Eight "Doctor's Appointment" Tyrone returns to see Dr. Spy, with plans of taking over the operations himself. Dr. Spy though reveals Tyrone isn't the only one with powers. After settling that Dr. Spy then reveals a plan for robbing some museums. Stay tuned. Poll Time! Instead of doing a file here, and in honor of my 50th post. It is time for you the readers to decide what happens to a character in this story. Even though Micro Wave Man is a major character in a lot of our super hero stories, he is still a minor character, and hasn't really been thought out about in terms of his personal life. Since this is the actual last time she appears in the story that I wrote so far, I have decided to let you decide her fate. Should he have a normal wife in the future stories, or should this be a short term affair, and if so, should it have a simple ending, or a tragic one for Mark to forever be scarred by. You the readers decide. I will leave a letter at the beginning to represent a choice. All you the readers have to do is leave a comment with just the letter of the choice you made. If you want you can also comment why you would like that choice, but that is up to you. I will reveal the poll results in a future Phantom Chronicler's Electrical Currents. Jenny's fate is now in your hands. Should the current affair between Mark Surrender a.k.a. Micro Wave Man and Jennifer Sullivan go like: A. Mark realizing that the affair is to much trouble, and currently it is to difficult to control his abilities decides to simply break it off, a clean break up. B. Mark continues to date Jenny, but eventually realizes that she is just using him to get her what she wants. It is even eventually realized that she is even cheating on him with someone else. Arguments are had, and it is a nasty break up, with hurt feelings on both sides. C. Mark continues to date Jenny. The villains eventually kidnap Jenny, and end up killing her before Mark can save her. Tragic loss. D. Mark decides to stay with Jenny. Their love grows, and he even reveals his secret to her. She could be a continuing character in all the super heroes lives. Maybe even get super powers herself eventually in future storylines. I will go ahead and place my personal choice here. The original story concept I came up with was for choice A. So I will personally stick with that one. Now you place your votes. Micro Wave Man Ch. 08 Nov 21, 2009 Micro Wave Man Chapter Eight "Doctor's Appointment" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on October 2009 The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on The Cosmic Rays Incident Book I, The Origins of Micro Wave Man and Punk Rocker... Dr. Spy, an evil leader of a legion to take control over the world, was booting up some old files and reminiscing about how things started. On the case files Mark Surrender, an overweight accountant, was coming home from work hungry, and tried to cook some food in his microwave oven, only to have it explode on him, and when he revived after the explosion, he discovered he was now thin with new super powers. Also, on the case files, Dr. Spy was sending Tyrone Bookbagger to steal some chemicals from a group of scientists, after visiting his mom in a nursing home, Tyrone and his dog stole the chemicals, but was in an accident as they escaped, and both now have super powers as well. What kind of havoc will be unleashed by this duo? We then returned back to Mark Surrender, who went out on an actual date for the first time in his life. Now we got back to Punk Rocker who is returning to report back to Dr. Spy. Chapter Eight "Doctor's Appointment" Punk Rocker and Battle Dog made their way towards the huge office building where Dr. Spy was awaiting their arrival. Both Punk Rocker and Battle Dog were covered in now drying and hardening cement. Punk Rocker still clutched the now half empty canister of chemicals. He hoped that the chemical left inside wasn't ruined from the exposure to the air, but even if it was he really didn't care because if the good doctor had a problem with it, then he would have no choice, but to put the good doctor in his place with his new abilities. It wouldn't take much to set Punk Rocker off either; he was already a ticking time bomb of anger from just being covered from head to toe in wet cement. They made muddy wet cement tracks towards the elevator to go up to Dr. Spy's office. The elevator went up and the doors opened. Dr. Spy, though he sat calmly at his desk down the hall, already started berating Punk Rocker before he could even take one step out of the elevator. "You are very lucky that you didn't lead the police here to me. I would have killed you right where you stand, but you are lucky though, aren't you?" Dr. Spy said as Punk Rocker and Battle Dog started to make their way towards the good doctor. "Though you did draw more than enough attention to yourselves, you are indeed very lucky. After all, you and your mutt there should be bleeding to death from gunshot wounds, but yet, here you are." "If you want to kill me old man, give it your best shot!" Punk Rocker growled back through clenched teeth. Punk Rocker set the chemical container down on a nearby table next to a stereo system. "If I wanted you dead my boy, you would already be dead. No, I have other plans for you." Dr. Spy stated flatly. "What makes you think you could kill me now?" Grunted Punk Rocker as he slammed both palms of his hands down on Dr. Spy's desk. "Oh, that's right, you have new abilities now. You think I don't know about those? The police reports, and my spies, brought that information back to me way before you got here." Dr. Spy said as he opened up a drawer on his desk and pulled out what appeared to be a D sized battery. "Do you see this here? Do you have any idea what this is? Of course you don't, but don't feel bad almost no one does. This is one of my battery bombs. This simple battery here could level this entire building around us. Hell, I only used a size triple A battery bomb to level my parent's house and kill them. But then again that would do nothing to either of us now would it?" Punk Rocker was beginning to feel that the good doctor had a lot of nasty little secrets hidden up his sleeves, and though he didn't back down, it showed on his face. "That's right sonny boy, we both have powers!" Dr. Spy said as he stood up. "Don't look so surprised. Let's get this farce out of the way!" Both Punk Rocker and Battle Dog let out menacing growls. "Go ahead Punk! Take your best shot!" Dr. Spy shouted as he tossed his desk to the side sending it slamming into the wall. Punk Rocker was unable to control his anger anymore. He reared back his fist and let loose a swing. His fist hardened into stone as it flew connecting with Dr. Spy's chin. Dr. Spy's chin turned slightly, but other than that he was unaffected. "That tickled somewhat, but now it's my turn!" Dr. Spy replied. Battle Dog, sensing that his master was in trouble, let out some eye laser's at Dr. Spy, but they passed through him harmlessly and seared into a far wall, as Dr. Spy turned intangible into an astral form, and entered into Punk Rocker's body. Punk Rocker was to shocked, by the fact that his punch didn't even hardly have any effect on Dr. Spy, to even try to fight off this new attack. After all that punch would have sent any normal human flying through the room. This wasn't going the way Punk Rocker had pictured it at all. The good doctor was far from being defenseless after all. Once Dr. Spy had gotten into Punk Rocker's body, he easily gained control of it. Dr. Spy made Punk Rocker's fists harden into stone, but the rest of his body normal. Mentally Dr. Spy spoke into Punk Rocker's head, "Why don't you stop hitting yourself?" The stone fists slammed into Punk Rocker's face a couple of times, then once in the stomach, and once for good measure in the balls before both stone hands grasped Punk Rocker's throat. Punk Rocker gasped unsuccessfully for air almost to the point of passing out, before Dr. Spy finally exited his body and appeared again beside him. Battle Dog half whimpered and half growled at Dr. Spy, and was uncertain as what to actually do. Punk Rocker, who was just now beginning to regain control over his painful body, had enough. Though he spit up a little blood, he also silently motioned for Battle Dog to back down. "Now that you know that when I say, that if I wanted you dead you would be, and meant it, you can go get yourself cleaned up. There is another change of clothes for you as well, just like the ones you are wearing now, with a few modifications I think you will like. You are excused, while I straighten my office back up." Dr. Spy said as Punk Rocker began crawling to his feet and making his way back to the elevator. "By the way, I never say anything I don't mean. It's a waste of time." * * * * Punk Rocker and Battle Dog were making their way back towards the elevator. They had showered and scrubbed for an hour to get all of the cement off of them. Punk Rocker wasn't really hurt to bad either. A cut lip and bruised cheek was all he had, and those weren't to bad. Punk Rocker was surprised to find that every detail of his clothes was replaced, including his switchblades, and even his missing pistol. Even his morning star chain belt was replaced as well. Their was something different about it somehow though, but it would work. Dr. Spy was definitely an intelligent man, and if he could pull a small stunt like this off, who knew what else he was capable of. Better to get on the doctor's good side. Again the elevator doors opened up and Dr. Spy began to lecture him, but this time he was in no particular hurry to get to the office and was definitely not going to challenge the good doctor, and yes, he was a good doctor for he had let him live. "Ah, this chemical you brought me is simply amazing! This will greatly enhance my research immensely! Luckily for us it is still in great condition despite the lousy treatment it has taken!" Dr. Spy gloated. "Yeah, it's simply done wonders for me and Battle Dog here!" Punk Rocker commented. "Oh, no, no! On the contrary my friend. This chemical hasn't done anything at all to you. Nope, believe it or not, the cement itself is what gave you your powers." Dr. Spy said. "What are you talking about? It splashed all over us before we went for a slide ride in wet cement. Cement can't do this to anyone." Punk Rocker stated in disbelief. "You are absolutely right. Normal cement can not do this to you, but this wasn't normal cement. It was irradiated with something that has now dissipated away. My computer sensors had picked it up, but was unable to analyze it before it had gone away." Dr. Spy stated. Unknown to Punk Rocker and Battle Dog, there was a stereo radio sitting on a table across from Dr. Spy's desk that looked harmless at all. It was quite deadly indeed. It was actually a robot that Dr. Spy affectionately named Sing Song. Dr. Spy had built it with sensors, scanners, and detection analyzers that far surpassed Dr. Spy's abilities on it's own. It could detect, analyze, and find a weakness in anything. Dr. Spy had sent it to spy on Punk Rocker's little mission. With superior x-ray thermal vision, and the ability to pick up any radio or phone signals, it had recorded and analyzed everything and reported it all back to Dr. Spy. In fact, this robot helped make Dr. Spy what he was today, but that is a story for another time. "My computers have listed all of your known abilities, and some of which you might be unaware of. Of course, you know that you can turn your skin into cement or stone, but did you also know that you could turn your clothes, and quite possibly anything else you touched to stone as well?" Dr. Spy mused. "You also know that you can harness gusts of tornado like winds from your arms, but did you know that you could push that wind through your legs as well and use that through your legs as well and use that to fly? You seen that Battle Dog can shoot laser beams from his eyes, but did you know that you can do that too? In fact, you both share the same exact powers." "Really! Maybe I should do some testing for myself to really get the hang of these new powers." Punk Rocked said. "You can test yourself on the proving grounds. I have come up with some new missions for you, which I didn't know how to pull off before, but with your new abilities it should be a breeze. The pun was intended, of course." Dr. Spy said. He waited a moment to see if Punk Rocker got it, but Punk Rocker either didn't get it or didn't care, so he continued on. "Are you interested in uping the anty, and doing some jobs more suited to your new talents with great rewards for both of us?" "Sure, old man, I'm game." Punk Rocker said. "There are several museums in this area, which contain artifacts that contain clues to other artifacts that I greatly desire. These museums contain the highest most updated security systems that I've ever seen with alarms on every outside door and window. Breaking in and then back out again would virtually be impossible, but just breaking out would allow time to escape. Here's what I propose. You and Battle Dog go in disguised as statues by an artist, anyone you choose, and after the museums closed you snatch the things I need, plus a few other things to throw off what we are after, breakout, and bring them here to me." "It sounds like it would work. I think we could pull that off." Punk Rocker agreed. "Good. I'll have my men prepare to ship you in, and provide you with a plaque with the artist's name on it. What name would you like to put, for both the artwork and the artist?" Dr. Spy asked. "A Punk Rocker and His Dog by artist Mark Surrender." Punk Rocker said with a devilish grin, after thinking about it for a moment. "Why by Mark Surrender?" Dr. Spy asked curiously. "Because I want to kill the bastard, and if this doesn't draw him out, so that I can, then, at least, maybe it will cause him some major trouble with the law." Punk Rocker spewed in disgust. "Good enough for me. I'll make the proper arrangements for in the morning. On the bottom floor is a few sleeping rooms. Rest for tonight, and we'll begin things rolling in the morning." Dr. Spy said, as he secretly noted to find out about this Mark Surrender. "Oh, and don't think of slipping out. You're a wanted man. It's better to lay low for awhile. You'll be safe here for tonight." "Okay, whatever you say, doc, but first a question about my morning star. Everything else was exactly the same, but the morning star is different somehow, what's the deal?" Punk Rocker asked. "It's got several upgrades I think you will like. Able to freeze, heat, or blow up targets." Dr. Spy replied, as he pressed a button to print off something from his computer. Reaching to grab the paper, he handed it over to Punk Rocker. "These are the directions for its uses. You can practice with it a little in the basement target practice rooms." "Thanks, doc. Come on, Battle Dog! Let's go practice, eat, and get some sleep. Doctor's orders." Punk Rocker said as he made his way back to the elevator. "The doctor knows best." Dr. Spy muttered under his breath, as he was already typing in a search for all information pertaining to Mark Surrender. What he found from pulled newspaper articles, criminal records, court records, etc. was quite interesting, and yet perplexing as well. Why would Tyrone want to kill the man who kept his father out of jail? Oh well, if that's what he wanted, then so be it. Maybe Dr. Spy would tell Punk Rocker where this Mark Surrender lived as a reward. The good doctor wouldn't stand in his way. Next Chapter Nine "Making a Name" Micro Wave Man actually starts becoming a super hero using his new found powers to actually help and save people. Stay Tuned. File #: 15 Character Star Power: 3 Code Name: Sing Song Alter Ego: None Aliases: None Nick Names: None Legal Status: Robot with no legal status, except as being property. Allegiance: The Evil Legion of Dr. Spy Sub-Groups: Dr. Spy's Robots, and all other sub-groups. Rank: Personal spy for Dr. Spy. Occupation: Agent of Dr. Spy. Known Relatives: Creator Dr. Spy. Birth Date: September 22, 1976. Birth Place: Jacksonville, Illinois. Height: Usually 6'2", but varies. Weight: 252 lbs., but varies. Eyes: Red. Hair: None. Attitude: Has no real attitude in the sense of the word, but is programmed to follow any of Dr. Spy's men to give orders received from Dr. Spy & send messages back to Dr. Spy as a relay messenger. It is also programmed to fight in battle if necessary. Known Powers: Super strength, sort of fast, flight, can cut thru things, pick up any radio, C.B., phone, or electronic waves & tell the meaning of them through speakers, sonic sound generation & control, transformations into electronic equipment such as calculators, watches, computers, (his favorite form a stereo), etc. also can evaluate people's weaknesses & use it against them. Equipment: Saw blades, special lasers, speakers, & other such electronic equipment. Like all of Dr. Spy's robots, computers, vehicles, & weapons, it is made of Dr. Spy's Metal and Plastic, which make it practically indestructible & invisible to most tracking or security systems. Known Skills: Only what it is programmed to do. Spying, finding weaknesses, etc. Limitations or Weaknesses: Unknown, but it draws powers mostly from music. The sound waves & beat make it stronger. Turn off the music & it starts to run low on power. This is kind of hard though since it has a radio built into itself. For More Info. See: Dr. Spy, Insectadroid, Shielder, Red Alert, & Dr. Spy's Robot group file. History: He is just making a cameo appearance here, but he will be in other major storylines coming soon.