Welcome back. The short story below is the first in series that grew out of the challenge I set myself as a writer. The challenge was a follows, 1) write a series of seven stores each based around a different one of the seven deadly sin 2) Have a set of recurring characters 3) have the stories be superhero teamed and 4) Make one of the superheroes disabled.
Setting this challenge meant I had to have idea form the direct of each story before I start and give my self the flexibility to adopt and evolve it as I created the world (more on that as the series progresses). As I wrote the stories I tried to have fun with superhero norms and settings drawing a lot from 1960s Batman and Batman 89.
I have give the series of story the umbrella title of Londinium, Naming the collection of stories after the name of the city (which I never used) not the hero's themselves.
Below is the first story Londinium No 1: Gluttony: Victor Von Stroganoff
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Gluttony: Victor Von Stroganoff
As the phone rang Hamish O’Holiday replaced the coffee pot and plonked his cup down on the unit and jogged across the office to his desk. he paused to press the voice distorter button before picking up the receiver.
'Eve North's Hero's Incorporated;Top of the morning to you, how may we be of service?’ Hamish jotted notes down as the voice on the other end of the line relayed the sequence of events in somewhat panic tones. Within minutes the rugged Irishman had suited up in his camouflage boiler suit, orange mask and matching white gloves and boots. He had now transformed into his wheelchair bound alter ego Rollerball.
The abandoned underground station that had become the heroes’ base of operations gave direct yet discreet access to the centre of the city. As Rollerball rolled out into the park he encountered a crowd hurtling towards him. As they stampeded passed one of them shouted, ‘The Glutton, the Glutton.’
The Glutton was once the oboes restaurant critic Victor Von Stroganoff. After eating his way through a smorgasbord of renowned establishments he had grown tired with food and longed to taste new flavours. To expand his palate Victor had worked with a mad scientist to develop a formula to enable him to digest any inanimate object of his choosing. However, in his hunger to get started he had taken too much. Now each time he ate anything that excited his taste buds he transformed into, the supersized, all-consuming slob known as the Glutton.
Rollerball had faced the ravenous blob before and knew all he needed to do was deliver the antidote, but it was only effective if mixed with custard.
Rollerball returned to his base, collected his trifle-rifle and headed for the multi-storey car park. The stairs would have been quicker, however, the technologies that allowed, the retired Sargent O’Holiday too walk also provided another level of anonymity to his superhero exploits. The incidental music which accompanied the lifts ascent struggled to be heard over the failing speakers. The lift shuddered as it reached its requested destination. The doors wheezed open.
Rollerball made a bee line to a low-slung sports car in the far corner, he hopped himself up on the bonnet and rolled up over the windscreen on to the roof, from there he reached across to the neighbouring white van hauling himself on top of it he now had access to the precipice that circled the car park. Wheeling around the wall Rollerball had a perfect panoramic view of the city below. From his vantage point he watched as the Glutton emerged from a corner shop devoured bags of crisps and handfuls of chocolate bars with gusto. Taking aim Rollerball fired, a projectile of cream, jelly and custard shot through the air landing with a splat on its target.
As Victor Von Stroganoff arose from the dessert that have covered him Rollerball watched as the frightened crowd turn into an angry mob. He jumped down from his perch and raced back down the multi-storey car park like a marble down a helter skelter run. Hurling himself through the streets Rollerball ploughed into the hordes pushing them aside like bowling pins.
‘Stay back’ he bellowed in a deep resonant voice ‘This man requires our sympathy and assistance with his condition’
As Rollerball awaited with Victor for the authorities to collect him the hero asked what had brought the Glutton back.
‘I had to have something spicy’ the shrilled man whimpered his voice weak and dry.
‘You know you have to be on a strict diet of bread and rice or the Glutton takes over.’
‘I know but I craved greater flavour, the temptation was strong, and I was weak’
Written By Owen Kowalski