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| The Mighty Thor 2099UG Issue #4 "Guardian Angels" Written by Jason C. Smith |
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| The 2099 Underground is a project whereby a group of fans are putting together a series of stories continuing from Marvel's fantastic futuristic 2099! Ignoring the ignoble and inaccurate "2099: World of Tomorrow", we're exploring what we feel is the true spirit of 2099 as envisioned by then Editor-in-Chief Joey Cavalieri. Participation is open to all. Comments about this issue should be sent to the author. Or you can visit our message board and post your thoughts on the issue. Anyone wishing to join the mailing list should do so by signing up at Yahoo! Groups. It's free and easy! Simply type in the keyword "Ghostworks" and you're good to go. |
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| Kabal looked down upon his Lord and saw the stress, actual emotion in the Thunder God's face. If Kabal had not have known better, he would have thought that he saw tears. But he didn't stop to think about it, he simply rushed to the other side of the bed, and felt for the woman's pulse. He found it, and also found that it was beating slowly. He felt of her head, and could easily distinguish the radiating heat coming from her forehead. Yes, she was beautiful. . .but not well. How was she, he wondered. And what is she doing here. . . "Well, what is wrong," Thor asked impatiently. Without looking up Kabal answered, "Uh, well, she's in severe shock, and I think I'm losing her. She seems to be slipping in and out of consciousness." "Is there anything you can do?" Kabal rushed out into the living room and grabbed his bag. He hurried back in as he shuffled through the various instruments within. "Well, yes I should be able to stabilize her. Mind telling me who she is," he asked as he removed a hypodermal. Without removing his gaze Thor replied, "She is the Lady Sif." Kabal stopped and looked up at Thor. "Oh. Well, what happened?" "Don't mind that now, help her," Thor demanded. Kabal shook his head and returned to his task. He filled the syringe with an odd looking chemical and began looking for a vein. He found the one he was looking for and grasped her arm hard. Thor looked at uneasily. Kabal had never seen Thor so upset. It actually frightened him. As he inserted the needle into Sif's flesh she began to whither around a little. Then, he pushed down on the syringe sending the fluid into her body. To Kabal's dismay she began convulsing wildly, her muscles erupting into multiple spasms. Kabal leaped up and began trying to constrain her, but even then he realized how strong she was. Of course, she is, he thought, she's Asgardian. But as he began trying to hold her down and prevent her from hurting herself, or anyone else for that matter, Thor erupted. "Are you mad!?!? What have you done???" Kabal looked up with apparent anger on his face, "Don't question me about medicine, Sire!" As he said this he let go of the Lady Sif, and grabbed Thor by the arm, leading the god out of the room. Thor could have easily snapped Kabal's neck, but he was shocked at the response he got from the priest. He simply let Kabal lead him out of the room. Fighting wasn't going to help his Lady out. As Kabal turned to re-enter the room, he slammed the door behind him. Thor stood by the door waiting for any word that Kabal could give him. Inside, Kabal looked through his things and produced a small aerosol spray, which he sprayed into Sif's face. The mist settled upon her face, and instantly calmed her. The Lady Sif finally laid still, while Kabal inspected her wounds. They were only minor injuries, from what looked like a few falls. She had a few cuts, but that was to be expected. It looked as if she had been in a rather rough place, so he wasn't surprised to find the minor lacerations. He rubbed some salve on these and then went back to his bag. He pulled out two small vials, and opened them. Then he poured one of the vial's contents into the other's and shook it up. It began to fizz and change color, before finally growing still. He then tilted the Lady's head up and poured the liquid into her mouth. She woke up briefly, but Kabal waved for her to remain quiet and to go back to sleep. She closed her eyes and easily followed his instructions. Kabal opened the double doors leading into the extravagant bedroom wide open. He looked at Thor and walked past, wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. Then, after stopping to stare out of the window he gently sat down on the satin couch. Thor walked up behind him and gazed out of the windows, overlooking Central Park. They could both hear the sounds and see the lights of celebration. The Fenris had been celebrating all night, and Kabal could foresee it lasting for days. The last enemies of the Fenris had been smitten and there was much to rejoice about. But Thor began to wonder, if he truly could rejoice. . . "Dost though thinkest that I can see the Fair One?" "Not yet, My Lord, she is getting some much needed rest," replied Kabal. "Will she be alright," Thor asked. "Yes. As far as I can tell, she's just in shock," he said as he turned and looked up at the Thunder God. "What happened?" Thor could only walk over to the balcony doors and answer, as if in a distant voice, "I don't know." "What do you mean, you don't know! Where did you find her? Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you." "You thinkest that I, the Lord of Lightning, need help?" "Well, judging from the shape she's in, I would have to say that I couldn't have done much worse." Thor ignored this and replied, "There was something very wrong there. I do not know, but she was terrified of something. There was some sort of foul beast. . ." "My Lord, I hate to interrupt, but you have a beast that is attacking the Fenris, that needs to be taken care of. You see, that "Angel of Death" has struck again, this time killing a group of four! Can you believe it? Four are dead at the hands of some demon!" "Yes. You are quite right. This does need to be taken care of. . .soon. Keep a careful watch of our Precious One, whilst I go in search of this foul demon." "But, Lord, perhaps I should go with you." "No. I can take care of this beast, alone," he answered as he disappeared out of the patio doors. Kabal stood and re-entered the bedroom to watch over the Lady Sif. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On The Other Side Of Town The alleys were dark and silent, only the soft buzz of the old neon lights, advertising various products, could be heard. The figure moved through these ancient pathways as a predator in the night, but yet he was stalking nothing in particular. He was hiding from his friends. He was hiding from the only person who had ever understood or cared for him. But why, he asked himself. He knew why. He didn't want to hurt the ones he loved. He didn't want take the chance that he couldn't control the hunger building up in the pit of his stomach. Morbius couldn't trust himself. He had left his group of followers in an attempt to distance himself from his friends. He had felt the hunger all day, but yet he could do nothing to quench his thirst for energy. Morbius stopped and rested along side a building. The hunger was transforming into pain. As the days and hours went on, the hunger and pain grew and mingled, twisting into an unbearable sense of hopelessness for Morbius. The pseudo-vampire sat down and clutched his stomach in pain. He began to cry out in pain. His whimpers were released into the dead night. No one could hear him, save one. Thor was flying overhead in search for the one who had been stalking his Fenris. He had lost many during the past few days, and the public outcry demanded that the Thunder God did something about it. Thor was happy to protect his followers. He was gliding behind Mjolnir using his godly eyes to scope the region, looking for the tiniest bit of evidence to help him find the night's demon. The one that had been dubbed, The Angel of Death, by the Fenris. He heard a gentle whisper in the distance. It sounded as if someone was in pain. He stopped and listened again, focusing his acute hearing in the general location of the voice. It said, "Help me." Taking the chance that the Angel might be attacking another Fenris, Thor flew toward the voice at top speed. He jetted through the night air as fast as a bolt of lightning. The Thunder God landed in the alley with a lengthy distance between the figure and himself. Thor began to approach the man cowering in the shadows. He looked more like a child, Thor thought. But something was wrong. Thor could sense the tension from the young man. And finally Morbius looked the god in the face. As the sweat dripped from his brow, and the tears streamed down his face, Morbius struggled to hold onto the last remains of humanity within himself. He looked at the approaching man and fought with his rough throat to say in a dry whisper, "Go away." "What is the matter, young one?" Morbius cleared his throat and shouted, "Leave. Go. NOW!!!" Thor stopped and looked upon Morbius and said, "You need help, whelp. You are not worthy, but the Lord of Lightning, will help even those who fight against their innocence." "I am not innocent," Morbius said as he doubled over. The pain had taken hold now, and he could not concentrate enough to say anything, at least not coherently. Only rude animal noises escaped his lips as he began to roll along the ground. Thor looked on as he saw the spots of blue fur begin to sprout from Morbius' flesh. His back began to bulge, and a pair of large wings sprouted from his backbone, bursting through his garments. Thor watched as Morbius entered into the transformations that he so dearly hated. He finally looked up from his crouched position. His eyes were a fiery red, and he opened his mouth with his long, sharp fangs gleaming in the moonlight. "By Odin's eye," Thor exclaimed. "You are the demon who hast been preying on the Fenris! You are this so-called "Angel of Death" and you are the one who shall dearly pay!" Morbius looked on as Thor began a transformation of his own. Many had seen this change occur, but none had ever been pleased. Thor's temperature began to rise, as the his skin began to glow a sort of reddish tint. He began to look more animal like in nature, his eyes began to squint and he was clenching his teeth. The sweat was pouring off of his figure, as the warrior madness took control. As Morbius lifted off into the air, Thor angrily lashed out and knocked a hole in the building. The sudden change in behavior shocked Morbius. It actually let him set his primal instincts aside and concentrate. "Who are you," he bellowed. But Thor was not in a talking mood. He began circling Mjolnir over his head, and finally let the hammer loose, flying at Morbius at top speed. Morbius swooped and dodged, the hammer, but missed Thor's following movements. The warrior god had ran and leaped at Morbius, as he dodged the sacred weapon. Morbius looked down to see Thor leaping at him, but it was too late. Thor grabbed Morbius by the shoulders, thrusting his head into the vampire's in a vicious headbutt. There was a dull thud on impact, and Morbius blacked out for a second. As Morbius tried to regain his composure, and fly away, Thor wrapped his powerful legs around his waist, and reached over the pseudo vampire's back to grabbed his wings. Morbius looked at Thor and shrieked, "You son of a glitch! What are you trying to do???" Once again Thor ignored Morbius, and using his strength, and their forward momentum, he threw his opponent over his shoulders, crashing into the ground. Morbius rolled and got to his feet as he saw Thunder God land before him. Thor threw a mighty backhand sending Morbius into the side of a building. His body slumped down on the ground as Thor raised his hand, and caught an in-coming Mjolnir. Morbius looked up at the god and uttered, "You won't kill me, maniac! I won't be killed by the shocking likes of you!" Thor walked over to his enemy, and kicked him in the ribs. As he did so, Morbius once again crashed into the side of the building, and the Thunder God could hear him sharply exhale. Morbius quickly stumbled to his feet, attempting to get away from his attacker. Thor watched Morbius stumble off into the soft light of the opening street and neither of them saw the figure of a woman peer around the corner. Le'Osha looked upon the battle in horror. Morbius was getting beaten badly by an enormous man wielding a hammer??? Well, his clothes aren't that normal either, she thought. She had been worried about Morbius. He was awfully lonely in this world, and Le'Osha was afraid for him. His hunger had grown more and more powerful as of late, and she was afraid that his desperation would lead to an act that he would never be able to forgive himself for. He had risen up as a sort of savior for the commoners in Downtown, but if this was the Thor that she had heard about, then they had much in common. Was this madman, the same who had rid Downtown of the Vulture and his Freakers? She was afraid so. Morbius continued to stagger away as he regained his strength. His anger mixed with his hunger, and last but not least, his desperation, was more than enough to convince himself to try again. And if he couldn't pull through? He shuddered at the thought. As he turned to he threw himself through the air at the god, flying with all of his might. Thor watched and anticipated. He would not be defeated by this ghastly whelp. Morbius plowed into the Thunder God, first grabbing his hair and trying to force his head backward so that his neck was exposed. As he lowered his head to bite into the god's neck, Thor grunted and grabbed Morbius by the neck, and shoving him into the wall. He held the pseudo-vampire there, choking him. Morbius tried to flap his wings, hoping to struggle loose. As he did this Thor hardened his grasp, and Morbius let out a moan. He could no longer breathe and he was loosing consciousness fast. As Thor raised Mjolnir, to smash it into the demon's face, he was stopped by a woman's cry. "Stop," Le'Osha cried as she ran around the corner. Thor stopped and his mind went blank. Once again he fell from a level of animal-like aggressiveness to a virtual zombie. He stood there as memories raced through his mind. They shouldn't have been memories, for he had never experienced them. He saw a woman in an alley pleading for help as two men abused her. She was calling for him. His breathing began to slow, and he stared into nothing as the scene played out in his head. Le'Osha helped Morbius to his feet as she watched Thor. She stood, supporting her friend and watched on in amazement. Thor was sweating, and it actually looked like he was in pain. Finally the silence was broken as Thor lashed out into the nothingness, and a bolt of ionic energy shot through the already abused building. He fell to his knees and held his head in his hands. Le'Osha went to him and patted him on the back. "It's okay," she whispered. "Really." "It hurts," he whispered. "Well, I would have ta' guess that bein' a god isn't all fun and games," Le'Osha replied. "What are you talking about," Morbius asked as he sat down with his back against the wall. "Well, son, you were fighting with the one and only God of Thunder, I'm afraid. Mayhaps you too could shake hands and forget about it." "No," Morbius exclaimed. "He attacked me without any reason! He isn't Thor, he's a madman! He called me a demon and referred to me as The Angel of Death! He's a raving lunatic." Thor began to stand again, after finally clearing his head, and replied, "Watch your tongue, whelp. This fair lady knows what she is saying." Morbius started to say something, but Le'Osha motioned for him to keep quiet. "What is wrong, My Lord. Why have you brought yourself to this side of town?" "I do not hide in the comfort of Central Park, small one. I simply stay to aide my followers, but I can't help them by staying there forever. There is one who hast been feeding off of the Fenris, and there he sits," Thor shouted as he pointed at Morbius. Le'Osha shook her head and replied, "I can promise you, Lord, that it is not him." "He fits the description perfectly," Thor said. "There is another," Le'Osha whispered. "The Dealer," shouted Morbius as he stood to his feet. "Yes, it seems so," Le'Osha replied. "Unfortunately, the Thunder God thought that you were him." "Thanks," Morbius said sarcastically. "He had no way of knowin'," Le'Osha exclaimed. "And if I have half a mind, I'd say that you need to be findin' the Dealer, before he kills anymore." "You're right, Le'Osha." "No. I shall take care of this beast," Thor said. "Maybe you should find him together," Le'Osha replied. She began to scratch her head, and laugh at the old super-hero cliche. "Maybe you're right," Morbius said. "No. I shall not hunt with a spawn of evil," Thor said. "Now, listen here, Mr. Mighty Thor! Morbius is troubled, but he's as ever righteous as you! He helped me and my friends and has gained tons of followers! Granted he might not have the amount of supporters that you do, but he's as good as you be! And he knows of this man, and his ways. You need him, and trust me with all of my faith, he needs you." Morbius looked down at the ground. Even the Mighty Thor didn't want him. He was not good enough for anyone, it seemed. "You're right, my lady. I was wrong in my judgement," Thor replied. "You mean, you want me to go with you," Morbius said reluctantly. "Of course." "First, we must take Le'Osha back to her home," Morbius said. "No, boy. I can find my own way. I don't need you as my guardian angel all of the time!" "Alright, Le'Osha. I will return when me and Thor find the Dealer and make him pay!" "You do good, boy. And give em' one for me," she said with a smile. She watched Morbius and Thor lift off into the night air. She knew that Morbius looked up to Thor already. He was powerful, and very respected. Morbius was almost like his opposite. And Thor held the kind of influence that could only strengthen Morbius. He would be a kind of father figure for Morbius. She could sense it. Morbius needed someone. . .or something to believe in, she thought. I guess we all do, she reminded herself. It was for the best she thought as she turned and made her way back home. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Morbius flew through night sky, with his senses on fire. Thor was flying along beside him, letting the pseudo-vampire lead the way. Morbius licked his lips. He was hungry, but the anger he had toward the Dealer, was more than enough to quench his thirst. He began to sniff, using his heightened senses to lead him to the Dealer, so that the Thunder God could stop him. Well, it's up to me too, Morbius thought. But how much opposition could a mangled Jacen Boone provide anyway? One could only over-estimate. . . Not far away, the newly dubbed Angel of Death was busy feeding. His hunger wasn't quite like Morbius' he didn't need it to survive. He didn't need the energy at all. He was lingering over a small group of children. His eyes were gleaming, and saliva began to drip down his rugged chin. He didn't need the children's essence to sustain him, but the sweetness of innocent blood was just so intoxicating. He was addicted, and only hunting could fulfill his lust. As the children were gathering their things to go inside for the night, the Angel watched over them. He was perched on an old street lamp. Finally, he dropped off of his hiding place, gliding down into the midst of the children. He lashed out, sending one to the ground, faster than the others could cry out. The boy laid there unconscious. That was good, he could save him for later. Another broke away and ran screaming and crying, pleading the empty night for help. The Angel quickly grabbed the other two by their hair, and brought their heads crashing together. Finally, pleased with himself, and the results of this particular hunt, the Angel picked one of the boys up, exposing his fleshy neck. As he carefully leaned into claim his precious prize, he heard a faint whistling sound. He stared at the boy's neck, attempting to ignore the break in his concentration and return to the task at hand. Finally, he looked up to see Mjolnir, flying towards him, only inches away from his face. The hammer slammed into the Angel's face at full force, sending him flying into the side of an old car. The car itself tilted, but easily feel back down to rest on the cracked asphalt. Thor landed before the grounded vampire, while summoning his weapon to return to his grasp. The hammer returned to his hand with a quick thud. Morbius landed beside the children and began to check them out. He had to remember why he was here, fore the smell of blood was in his nostrils and he was wild with eagerness. He shook off the effects and shouted to Thor, "Beware his nasty bite, Sire!" Thor nodded in agreement as he watched the crippled figure on the ground whiter to and fro. He began to approach him, carefully, when he heard one of the children shriek. He turned to see if Morbius had possibly lost his mind. One of the children had awaken from his stupor and had simply been frightened by the pseudo-vampire's appearance, but as Thor turned, the Angel lashed out, wrapping his strong arms around his legs. The Angel of Death would have his prize, albeit the blood of a god. As Thor turned to look down upon the twisted fellow, he saw the Angel's fangs glisten as the quickly sank into the flesh of his calf muscle. Thor cried out in pain as his energy, began to sweep from him in a mad rush to the Angel. The onslaught of energy startled the Angel as well, and caused him to let go of the Mighty Thor. Morbius looked up with fear in his eyes. Had this creature that was once known as the Dealer been able to sink his teeth into the god? The answer was, unfortunately, yes. Thor staggered back, falling down on his posterior. Mjolnir skidded across the pavement. The Angel stood with his arms stretching out toward the night sky. He had the power of a god, coursing through his veins! And he felt powerful, indeed. Morbius flew at the Angel with all of might, hoping to take his own momentum and strength in a blow that would catch the madman off guard, and possibly score a quick and much needed knockout. Morbius didn't know how much longer he could fight off his hunger and if he couldn't control himself, then he wasn't doing Thor much good. As he neared the point of impact, the Angel turned and glared at his enemy. He reached out and grabbed Morbius' arms, using his momentum against him, and sending him crashing into the side of the building. Morbius stood, but he was dazzled. "Hello, brother," the Angel said. "What? You're crazy!" "No. We are more alike than you give me credit for, bub," replied the Angel. The two began to circle as a grin came across the Angel of Death's worn face. Morbius was a little more than frightened by his opponet's new found power. It was as if he were looking into some sort of twisted funhouse mirror. This is what I could have been, thought Morbius. Should have been, if it weren't for my friends, he reminded himself. No matter what the cost he could not allow this maniac to escape, to harm his friends, and other innocent civilians of Downtown. Is this what I am to become, he silently asked himself. "Yes, I see the doubt in your eyes," the Angel whispered. "I saw the hunger in your eyes. I can smell the fear coming from you. You're afraid of what you might become. Don't be. Enjoy it, embrace it, become one with you instincts. It is the only way. It is natural. Let go." "Never," Morbius cried as he leaped at the Angel. Morbius brought his fist down hard upon his opponet, sending crushing blows to the Angel's face. After a snort of laughter, the Angel quickly maneuvered around his barrage of attacks, and mounted a devastating counter-attack. He threw a left hook, sending Morbius a few steps back. Then he swipped at Morbius' chest with his claws, slicing the fabric of his shirt as well as his flesh. Morbius' blood began to seep into his shirt. The scent made the Angel wild. He wanted it, he needed it. He grabbed Morbius by the hair, and sent his knee flying into his face. Thor looked on in pain. He didn't know why but he could remember a similar scene. Not so much in content, but the outcome was the same. He sat there, as before, watching the scene, watching someone being beaten severely and not being able to do anything about it. But that is what being a god is about he reminded himself. He had to do something, it was his place. But alas, he barely had the energy to stand. He needed Mjolnir. He began to crawl to reach his sacred hammer. He looked up in time to see Morbius crash into the cement of the street. His face was bloody, and looked as if the Angel had beaten him to a pulp. The blood streamed across Morbius' face. The Angel of Death looked on in delight. "Now, I shall taste the sweetest candy of all, dear brother. But you can join me, yet still. I give you the opportunity to come join me. Learn why I stalk. It is not to survive as you may think. Even you do not need to feast upon the flesh in order to survive, you do it because you like it. You do it because it gives you pleasure. Go ahead. Taste the Asgardian's blood." "You mean, you don't even need the energy," Morbius whispered. "Nope. It's simply the latest fancy I have. It's my new designer drug if you will. Although I don't think it's very marketable. Go ahead. Try it. . ." "Shock you," Morbius spitted. "Very well, you have made your decision." With that the Angel grabbed Morbius and pulled him up to his feet. Morbius had no energy to resist him. The Angel held Morbius' neck over to expose his throat. As he leaned in to taste his "brother's" blood, he left his own neck exposed as well. As his teeth sank into Morbius' flesh, Morbius quickly returned the favor. The Angel's eyes opened wide in surprise. The energy in his body left and entered into Morbius, and then vice-versa. They were both shaking as the energy entered into a cycle, flowing through each of them. Their bodies acted as open circuits as the energy coursed through in a continuous current. Both of them were shaking violently. Thor finally reached his hammer and grasped the handle, with all of his remaining strength. As he did this a crackle of ionic energy re-vitalized the Thunder God, filling with all the energy that the Angel of Death had stolen from him. Thor looked on in horror as he saw the two shaking violently. They had bitten each other and it was proving to be a fatal mistake. Thor ran into them, forcing them apart with his massive shoulder as a battering ram. The two bodies flew apart with a crackle of energy. Thor could smell burnt hair in the air around him. Both lied on the ground in silence. The Thunder God began to feel responsible for Morbius' condition and started to worry about him. He could smite the demon who had been preying on the Fenris, but he owed it to Le'Osha to ensure Morbius' safety. It was after all her idea to have him come along and he couldn't have found the evil demon if he if weren't for Morbius' help. Thor scooped Morbius up and over his shoulder, then using Mjolnir he flew off into the night back to the church that Le'Osha called home. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In The Church Le'Osha looked down upon Morbius and sighed. She was glad that he was healing himself, because she had no clue as to how you would heal one as Morbius. Then she stopped and thought about that. Morbius opened his eyes and began gagging. She leaned down, and wiped his forehead with a rag. Thor stood over her shoulder smiling at Morbius. "What's wrong, Morbius," Le'Osha asked. "The taste that's left in my mouth is horrible! The Angel's blood is absolutely wretched. It's pure evil. . .and I tasted it," Morbius whispered. "He asked me to join him and I refused, but did I really join him in the end?" "Don't think of such things, Morbius. You did what needed to be done." "She's right," Thor added. "If it wasn't for you those children would have proven to be quite a feast for that devil. That goes for I to, he rendered me powerless." "Well, you didn't know that his bite would do that. Neither did I," Morbius replied. "At least it's over," Le'Osha sighed. "No, it's not." "What do you mean, Morbius," Le'Osha asked. Thor nodded. "If I'm okay and I healed, then you can bet that the Angel did, too. But don't worry, Thor, he's not after the Fenris, he won't bother them anymore." "Then pray tell what he is after." "Me," whispered Morbius. The room grew silent as Morbius laid his head back and went back to sleep. Thor nodded to Le'Osha, and she bowed before him. Then, the God of Thunder, stepped out of the old church and headed back to Central Park, and his own followers. "Watch over, him, Odin," Thor said as he flew away from the church. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Somewhere In Downtown The Angel of Death had flew away from the scene after realizing that all were gone. He felt all right, but he knew that the Thunder God's power had been lost. The god would pay for that he thought, but he had more important things to worry about. He was drooling as he thought of Morbius' blood in his mouth. It was even sweeter than children's blood. It was intoxicating and he knew that he would do anything to get more. Anything. He must succeed. It wasn't a matter of survival, but he felt as if it was. If he didn't have the product, then he had no reason to live. That was how addictive the blood had been. He licked his lips and thought of the sweetness. Yes, he thought, I shall have more, dear brother. The End???? For Now. See More of Morbius, Le'Osha, and the Angel of Death in Morbius 2099! It's worth it. In the Next Issue of Thor, meet two new villains!!! It's the Apostle and Lord Thyme. Be here for the set up of one of Thor's greatest adventures in "Retroactive Pt. 1" Guest starring The Net Prophet!!! Be here or. . . .trust me it won't be pretty!!! |