Post by superecwfan1 on Sept 16, 2011 16:05:52 GMT -5
Editor - Buck
Writer - Superecwfan1
proudly present....
HAWKMAN
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The Appalachian Mountains, West Virginia
The old man had just seen the Queen of the H.I.V.E for the first time in his life. With a frenzied sense of urgency, he ran across the ground to the compound next door; where two guards stood. It was the largest compound there and best built of the buildings.
"The Queen....asked me to tell Palmer to make more of the cocktail for her headset." the man said catching his breath.
"Ok we'll tell him then." said one guard as he nodded letting the old man walk off.
He started in as the other stopped him quick. The other guard looked around and whispered , "You...haven't ever been inside and met Palmer have you ?"
"No, I haven't . Whats the big deal, Brian?" he asked.
"OK , well.... Palmer is... odd. He's really fucking odd. Just...don't say a damn word. Not a fucking word. Let's just do this as quick as possible, Tom." he replied back while walking ahead.
Brian lead the way being buzzed in by other guards at each station. Finally, after the third row of doors they walked into a beautiful room. The room was beautiful and spotless. There in a corner was a man wearing glasses studying a computer screen.
"Doctor Palmer ?' Brian asked walking up.
"Huh... noooo! not the floor. Your walking on the damn floor with your shoes aren't you ? Jean , they are walking on the floor with their shoes !" Palmer yelled as his glasses went flying off.
Jean Loring ran over and tried to calm Ray Palmer down as the guards stared stunned. She patted his chest "Its alright, Ray, the floor is okay They will scrub the floor. They will ...won't you guys ?"
"Y-yes Miss Loring , yes we will. " the one older guard said nudging the other. Soon both were on the ground wiping the already spotless floor.
"See Ray? The floor is fine ." Jean said.
"Theres a spot over there. " Palmer said pointing to another spot as the two men cleaned it.
Finally, finished the two men stood back up as Palmer fidgeted nervously. His attention constantly shifted from the guards to Jean and back to his computer screen. The awkwardness was palpable.
"So what brings you boys by?" Jean asked, gracefully breaking the silence.
"The Queen desires more of the special cocktail from Dr. Palmer." he answered.
"He will have more ready for her by tonight. " she said.
"Y-yeah I'll have more ready. But...I can't work when people are staring at me!" Palmer growled angrily.
"Ray, they aren't staring at you." Jean snapped back quick.
"Yes they are. Have them look away from me , Jean. Have them look away." he said .
A frustrated Jean Loring looked at the men who turned their backs to finish talking. She looked back at Ray Palmer who nodded his approval.
"Like I said he'll have more formula for her by the end of the night."
The two men made a hasty retreat. Once away outside , the one guard turned to his friend stunned. "What the hell was that Brian?"
"Palmer is a brilliant chemist and scientist. He just....well...he has OCD issues. Those issues grew worse the more stress he was under and Jean Loring is more like his nurse who keeps him medicated and relaxed." Brian answered.
"Thats so...sad. Guy can't control himself ?" he asked.
"No , his mind when focused on a task is brilliant. But once stressed he...loses it quick." the other answered.
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Back inside
"Honey , why did you act like that?" Jean asked hugging him.
"I-I can't help it. My brain is at war with distractions. I'm so close. OCD is outta control due to this...stress . I-I'm looking for the Queen's treatment , I...I may find a solution with the alien bacteria from that white dwarf star she is using for her cocktail." Palmer stammered as he continued working.
Damn it Ray, you're brilliant, but it seems like your mind is deteriorating more and more each day. It's like you're losing yourself . I hate seeing you like this.
"Thats dangerous Ray. The treatment has done something to her. Can't you tell how she moves and acts differently now." she said.
"Jean, I'm sure she is busy being a Queen and all." he said working.
"No , Ray ...she is getting more violent! Did you not notice the extra push in the recent bombings. And men are disappearing from camp too !" Jean yelled.
She stormed out as Ray sat at the computer . A very rattled Ray Palmer took a napkin and wiped the little sweat at his face good.
I am so close. Once I get a cure for this , I can be the man Jean needs. I won't be needing her to worry about me. Once I complete this serum I'll be good. I'll finally be a complete man and I can do everything I've been telling Jean I'd do for years.
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Office of Doctor Gardner Fox.
Dr. Fox's patience was wearing thin. It had been hours since Carter Hall showed up at his office. This time with the usual , nearly impossible request for him. Another trip into his past with regression therapy. Now using it to hunt past lives. The two had failed to have any major breakthrough.
"My heads hurting. Feels like I have a massive migraine doctor." Carter growled in pain.
"Like I told you Carter. Its not an exact science. So far we have been all over the map. An artist in the 16th century. A monk in the 17th , and a solider during World War 1." Fox said rubbing his tired eyes.
"That doesn't explain why my head is hurting , Doc." he said .
"It could be any combination of things. The sedatives I'm using with you to draw you into regression. Or perhaps its your brain hurting from more added memories pushing back , forcing you to handle more of your previous lives." he explained.
"Yeah , I'd stop for now. But we can't Doctor. Not while they are out there somewhere. Let's give it one more shot for the day. One more and we quit ." Carter said .
"This goes against my better judgment, but I know you won't let me leave till I do this. Alright Carter, lay back once more and sip this." Doctor Fox said while making him take another sedative to regress easy with.
"Carter , ...we need to go to the 1960's OK. The 20th century...when I count back , your gonna be in the 20th century and be that person....5.....4.....3.....2.....1..." he said softly.
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St. Roche Museum
Shiera Saunders sit working on paperwork at her small desk when her father walked by. He was looking around and looked a bit irked at not seeing Carter Hall there. She watched him walk up the halls , seconds later back down.
"Do you- " he started as Shiera finished the sentence "Know where Carter is? No, I don't dad and I don't care."
"Honey, are you still mad at me for giving him the director job? I thought we understood why I did that." her father said .
"Yes dad, he's one of the best archaeologists alive today. He has been on a few digs and learned from his famous father, but I am better and after years of work here deserved it." she answered a bit angry.
"Look I'm gonna go call around for him. There were some explosions due to some bombings yesterday and he may have been in one. If he calls tell him I'm looking for him, Shiera ?" he asked.
Shiera bit her lip and nodded , "Yes dad. I guess I'll have to try and do his work today till he comes in."
Her dad walked off as she sit and looked through some papers . She stopped once she saw a picture of a drawing depicting an Egyptian woman dressed as a princess. Her mind started to slip to some images as she shook it off.
Shiera get a hold of yourself here or you're gonna end up like poor Carter Hall. Seeing a therapist for issues. Speaking of him , where is he? It has been nearly two days since he left for his lunch break and not a word.
Great , now I am worrying about him. Need to try and concentrate on work. He's likely with one of his airhead girlfriends he brings by here.
End of part 1.