Caped: An Anthology of Superhero Tales
By Ian Thomas Healy, Leonard Apa, David Court and
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A multi-author collection of eighteen original superhero tales ranging from the dark to the hysterical to the downright bizarre, including 2016 Aurora Award nominee "Super Frenemies" by Stephen Kotowych.
“And Introducing the Scarlet Scrapper” by Leonard Apa: A Golden Age tale of an actor who hates playing a superhero on the radio but discovers a new role awaiting him.
“Sovereign’s Last Hurrah” David Court: In a retirement home, elderly supervillains scheme to return an item of power to their greatest enemy.
“RIGHTMAN! Loses the Faith” Gary Cuba: Being a superhero is what you make of it, and what you can make from it.
“Dax and the Red Eyes” Adrienne Dellwo: Dax's disability prevents him from telling anyone about his brother using powers to hurt people.
“Dum Dum” Leod D. Fitz: Some supervillains are geniuses, and others are simply well-trained.
“Light Therapy” Che Gilson: Being a sidekick is a thankless job.
“Pinning Portugal” Elliotte Rusty Harold: A group of supervillains hatches a new scheme that naturally goes awry.
“When Fukayna Danced Her Libraries” Jake Johnson: Eventually even superheroes need to step away from the job.
“Super Frenemies” Stephen Kotowych: A group of super-powered children take on the neighborhood bully with surprising results.
“The Faces of the Wind” Laura Lamoreaux: After World War II, the country no longer needed superheroes, leaving the heroes with difficult decisions.
“Capacity Crowds” Paul McMahon: He wants to be a real superhero, but can't seem to find a villain to match him.
“Heart of the Matter” Robert J. Mendenhall: Cameron's powers are preventing the medical treatment that may save his life.
“Ebony Boneshaft, Secret Superhero” Wendy Qualls: She didn't mean to discover Ebony Boneshaft's secret identity, and when she did, it caused no end of trouble for her.
“Eye of the Beholder” Dave Ring: Being seen as the object of everyone's desire is a poor way to live life.
“I Am Hathor” Aaron Michael Ritchey & Jason Henry Evans: Balancing superheroics and motherhood is a difficult dance for Hathor.
“The Romulus Proposition” Tim Rohr: When the mighty have fallen, it's probably because they were pushed.
“Saul, Again” Eric Rosenfield: A time traveler takes a circuitous, long-term approach to facing a dangerous villain.
“Damn the Dark, Damn the Light” K. H. Vaughan: There's a fine line between heroism and nihilism and sooner or later everyone crosses it.
Ian Thomas Healy
Ian Thomas Healy is a prolific writer who dabbles in many different speculative genres. He’s a ten-time participant and winner of National Novel Writing Month where he’s tackled such diverse subjects as sentient alien farts, competitive forklift racing, a religion-powered rabbit-themed superhero, cyberpunk mercenaries, cowboy elves, and an unlikely combination of vampires with minor league hockey. He is also the creator of the Writing Better Action Through Cinematic Techniques workshop, which helps writers to improve their action scenes.Ian also created the longest-running superhero webcomic done in LEGO, The Adventures of the S-Team, which ran from 2006-2012.When not writing, which is rare, he enjoys watching hockey, reading comic books (and serious books, too), and living in the great state of Colorado, which he shares with his wife, children, house-pets, and approximately five million other people.
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Caped - Ian Thomas Healy
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AN ANTHOLOGY OF SUPERHERO TALES
Edited By
Ian Thomas Healy
Featuring Stories By
Leonard Apa, David Court, Gary Cuba,
Adrienne Dellwo, Leod D. Fitz, Che Gilson,
Elliotte Rusty Harold, Jake Johnson,
Stephen Kotowych, Laura Lamoreaux, Paul McMahon,
Robert J. Mendenhall, Wendy Qualls, Dave Ring,
Aaron Michael Ritchey & Jason Henry Evans, Tim Rohr,
Eric Rosenfield, and K.H. Vaughan
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Anthology Copyright © 2015 Ian Thomas Healy
And Introducing the Scarlet Scrapper
Copyright © 2015 Leonard Apa; Sovereign’s Last Hurrah
Copyright © 2015 David Court; RIGHTMAN! Loses the Faith
Copyright © 2015 Gary Cuba; Dax and the Red Eyes
Copyright © 2015 Adrienne Dellwo; Dum Dum
Copyright © 2015 Leod D. Fitz; Light Therapy
Copyright © 2015 Che Gilson; Pinning Portugal
Copyright © 2015 Elliotte Rusty Harold; When Fukayna Danced Her Libraries
Copyright © 2015 Jake Johnson; Super Frenemies
Copyright © 2015 Stephen Kotowych; The Faces of the Wind
Copyright © 2015 Laura Lamoreaux; Capacity Crowds
Copyright © 2015 Paul McMahon; Heart of the Matter
Copyright © 2015 Robert J. Mendenhall; Ebony Boneshaft, Secret Superhero
Copyright © 2015 Wendy Qualls; Eye of the Beholder
Copyright © 2015 Dave Ring; I Am Hathor
Copyright © 2015 Aaron Michael Ritchey & Jason Henry Evans; The Romulus Proposition
Copyright © 2015 Tim Rohr; Saul, Again
Copyright © 2015 Eric Rosenfield; Damn the Dark, Damn the Light
Copyright © 2015 K. H. Vaughan
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This isn’t the first anthology I’ve produced, as I’ve already published two for the Pen & Cape Society, which you should pick up if you haven’t yet—one is free to download and the other is only 99¢. Unlike The Good Fight and The Good Fight 2: Villains, Caped represents a huge step forward for Local Hero Press: that of accepting open submissions and ensuring you have the best possible stories to read in this anthology. I think we’ve managed to come up with a pretty darn good collection.
I am greatly indebted to my partner Alicia Howie in this project. Without her tireless assistance and dedication, Caped would still be grounded. She’s not a sidekick; she’s better than that. She’s the Iron Fist to my Power Man, the Archer to my ArmstrongBooster Gold to my Blue Beetle—you get the idea.
Thank you to everyone who submitted stories to this anthology, which I hope will be the first of many more. I intend for Local Hero Press to be the go-to place for people to find quality superhero fiction, and this is where it begins.
Now pull on those boots, strap on your cowl, and let’s fly.
—Ian Thomas Healy
October, 2015
CONTENTS
Saul, Again
Eric Rosenfield
Super Frenemies
Stephen Kotowych
Pinning Portugal
Elliotte Rusty Harold
When Fukayna Danced Her Libraries
Jake Johnson
Damn the Dark, Damn the Light
K. H. Vaughan
I Am Hathor
Jason Henry Evans & Aaron Michael Ritchey
Dax and the Red Eyes
Adrienne Dellwo
Light Therapy
Che Gilson
RIGHTMAN! Loses the Faith
Gary Cuba
The Romulus Proposition
Tim Rohr
And Introducing the Scarlet Scrapper
Leonard Apa
Eye of the Beholder
Dave Ring
Dum Dum
Leod D. Fitz
Heart of the Matter
Robert J. Mendenhall
Ebony Boneshaft, Secret Superhero
Wendy Qualls
Capacity Crowds
Paul McMahon
The Faces of the Wind
Laura Lamoreaux
Sovereign’s Last Hurrah
David Court
About the Authors
SAUL, AGAIN
Eric Rosenfield
Saul gets a message from his future self in the past again.
On a whim, he buys a yellowed, coffee-stained travel guide to an Eastern European nation that no longer exists, at a used bookstore and finds his own scratchy, semi-faded fountain penmanship on the inside back cover.
He’s always doing this, leaving messages to himself in the random places where he remembers discovering them. It’s in some kind of cypher and he won’t tell me what it says, but I think he’s just being self-important. It probably says to remember to do the laundry or something. He would do that, too, break the barrier of the space-time continuum just to make sure he’s got the right novelty t-shirt on in the morning. Like he wants people to think he’s on some secret mission to protect the timeline, but it’s obvious he really came through time to be a tourist and lay girls from the past. Sometimes we go to clubs and I watch him on the make. He says in the future people have no body fat and no hair and everyone is naked all the time because the temperature is always perfect. He underwent body modification to fit in here. He likes girls of our time better; girls with love handles and tan lines and razor burn and fashion sense. He doesn’t stay with anyone very long, doesn’t want to get attached. I think he can only really relax around me because I spurned him when we first met, because he doesn’t have to bring off anything.
He spends a lot of time at home alone. Often he practices some funny kind of Tai Chi that involves full-body movement and sudden, abrupt changes of direction.
Sometimes I fly off to work and he’s sitting in the easy chair in the living room, just staring out the window, and when I get home he’s still there, like he hasn’t moved an inch. Sometimes after I peel off the spandex and get into civvies, I sit there next to him, saying nothing.
Sometimes we have tea.
* * *
I meet Janet during a minor apocalypse. Dalcor the Unnamable raises the great demon-god Funthrchrup from his long slumber, who proceeds to devastate Cleveland with a host of winged man-lizards. Battling atop the BP tower, one of them kicks me in the sternum and sends me careening into the air. A beautiful heroine with raven black hair and a costume festooned with cartoonish frowny-faces catches me easily in mid-arc and presses me to her, circling the building.
Throw me,
I say, and with a laugh she chucks me straight at the creature. It reaches out with its long talons, but they scrabble harmlessly against my rock-hard skin and then my fists rip through its middle. The rooftop cracks beneath me as I hit and roll, coming up into a stance five meters away. I adjust my tiara like I haven’t a care in the world, despite the blood and gore now dripping off my body. My old mentor, Captain Zeus, would have been proud.
The woman lands next to me. Nicely done.
There’s a roar like a dozen jet engines and we look to the sky. On the horizon and gaining fast, nine figures in familiar primary colors race in from the east.
MegaForce,
I say breathlessly.
Well whattaya know,
she says. I guess someone cares about Cleveland after all.
When man-lizard bodies are strewn over parking lots and public spaces and rooftops, their guts sprayed across walls and over shattered automobiles; when Funthrchrup has retreated, sealing a massive lava tube behind him in the remains of West Side Market; when Dalcor the Unnamable has been imprisoned in his own Sphere of Terror which is then loaded into a paddy wagon with one hand by Doc Hercules; that’s when I realize I haven’t asked her name.
I’m Pallas,
I say as we gaze upon the wreckage from a nearby rooftop.
I know,
she says, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. "I read that article on you in Heroic Times."
Oh, that.
I blush. I’m a little annoyed with the tone of the piece. Called A Gay Superheroine Comes of Age,
it made me out as this poster child for homosexual crime fighters instead of just a crime fighter who happens to be homosexual. I’m more than a sexual orientation in spandex.
I thought it was great.
She puts out her hand. I’m Lady Killjoy. Why does everyone make that face? It’s a perfectly good name. Anyway, you can call me Janet.
Nice to meet you, Janet.
So, Pallas, I’ve worked up a hunger. You wanna see if my favorite Chinese place in Shaker Square is still open?
It probably is,
I shrug. I’ve seen restaurants stay open through worse apocalypses. I guess you can get used to anything.
And then I look down at myself. Actually, can I take a rain check? I’m kind of a mess.
Janet puts a hand to her mouth, laughing, You know, in all the fuss I completely forgot that you’re covered in demon blood.
She shakes her head. You ever think about how weird this job is?
I try not to.
* * *
After finding the message in the used book, Saul starts building a machine in the basement. He won’t tell me what it does.
He gets deliveries in small crates. Who knows what’s in there? He’s absurdly wealthy from past investments, so it could be anything. He keeps the basement door locked. I hear clangs and bangs, humming and buzzing and whirring. Sometimes he mumbles about having to fabricate whole industries by himself. He’s stopped going out. I can tell he isn’t showering or changing his clothes because he has the same novelty t-shirt on day after day. It reads I traveled through time and space and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
He finds this shirt hilarious. I suspect in the future he’s from something’s gone very wrong with people’s senses of humor.
The only other thing he seems to be doing is practicing his Tai Chi for several hours each day, jaw fixed, lips pressed, almost going white.
* * *
Janet and I finally go out on a date. We have barbecue in Brooklyn, digging into enormous tin plates of ribs and sausage atop picnic tables while a Dixie band jams in the corner. We’re laughing, sexily sucking barbecue sauce off our fingers when my wristwatch alarm and her belt transceiver go off at the same time. We look at each other, check our devices, throw down some money and bolt outside. We find an alley and I start to change, but she shakes her head, puts her arm around my waist and takes me into the sky.
We change huddled in a crevice folded away in the Manhattan Municipal Building’s ornate top, trying to pretend we’re not enjoying the view and the closeness of each other’s bodies.
She carries me through the clouds to a field in Pennsylvania, where a pitched battle rages. Ferion catches us up on what’s going on as we battle robot minions with blazing red, perfectly circular eyes. Dr. Annihilation has discovered ancient temples of the great Neanderthal civilization secreted away around the world, each with a hidden object of power. It’s said that if all the objects are united by one person, they will grant god-like abilities, puissance to reshape the universe.
So nothing too unusual.
Dr. Annihilation used an antigravity bore to pull the Neanderthal temple from where it was buried, miles below ground. It rises over us in rippling waves of stone, punctuated by half-submerged faces in frozen, eternal screams. I shiver; an unnamable terror numbs my gut.
I didn’t know Neanderthals had temples in America,
says Janet.
The most advanced civilization in the history of the world,
says Ferion. Wiped out by an invasion from another dimension. Tragic, really.
Ferion is an extraterrestrial, the last survivor of a doomed race. His bald head ends in a long beak like a pick-axe and his eyes are on either side like a bird, so he has to face sideways to see you. It’s a little unnerving.
Raising the temple tore through tectonic plates and Earthquakes rumble around us. As we fight, we get reports over our com lines of heroes from all over the country helping quake victims in Philadelphia, Scranton, Atlantic City. In the end, thanks mostly to a heroic effort by MegaForce, we manage to return the temple below ground, but Dr. Annihilation escapes with the Sword of Dread Whispers, the first object of power.
Both sweaty and exhausted, Janet flies me home. A little nervously, I ask her if she’d like to come in for tea. We make love for the first time, and then shower and make love again, falling asleep in each others arms.
* * *
The next morning, we find Saul eating oatmeal in the kitchen.
Pallas.
He nods at me, and then says, Janet.
Have we met?
asks Janet.
Yes, but it hasn’t happened for you yet.
She raises an eyebrow at me. Time traveler.
I shrug. You get used to it.
Saul’s in good spirits, bubbling with smiles and humming softly to himself. He’s wearing a shirt that reads Free Hugs. I haven’t seen him like this since before he got the message from his future self. I ask him what’s going on.
I finished my project.
He grins, his spoon clattering in his almost empty bowl. In the basement. Want to see?
We follow him downstairs. Did I ever tell you about my first time machine?
he says as we go. No? Well, in the future, there’s laws against making them, of course, risk of damaging the time line, creating splinter realities, yadda yadda yadda. So I had to build mine on the sly, from whatever parts I could scrounge together. The machine I created was perfect except that the chronal energy had to be contained within it. That meant it could act as a gate to any time period, but there would be no way back. A one-way trip.
He flips on the light at the bottom of the stairs and reveals a dizzying electronic mass, a hulking beast of machinery asleep on its side. It was fine with me, though, I was so desperate to get out of that boring, decadent time period. I never wanted to come back. So I went all the way back to the 23rd century. It’s quite an era, maybe the most exciting in human history. Though when I got there, standing naked and steaming in a parking lot the size of a small town in your time, I found myself looking at a note placed in the window of the car right in front of me.
He flips a switch and a hundred little lights come on like a starscape. The room fills with hisses and whirring.
It told me that in the car’s trunk I could find clothes, a money card and identification documents and that I had a bank account and a nice house in the suburbs of Crystal City. In the house I found blueprints and instructions for how to construct a new time machine out of contemporary technology. It was my first message from a future me in the past.
He shrugs and approaches the machine, Since then I’ve jaunted around the time line, living in any era that catches my interest. I’ve lived in ancient Persia, Mayan cities, in the Tang Dynasty, Atlantis, the Holy Roman Empire and the cloud cities of Midas 5.
He grins at us, And now it’s time for me to move on again. But I guarantee I will see you both in the future. And the past.
He hugs us each of us, and I chide him about not giving me time to find a new roommate. He assures me there’s several months rent stashed under his mattress. Then, with a wave of his hand, he slips into a sliver of light in the machine so narrow I hadn’t even noticed it, and then he’s gone. After a minute the machine shuts itself down, goes dormant.
Well, crap,
I say, gesturing around me. What I am supposed to do with all this now?
Janet raises a mischievous eyebrow. Ever wanted to visit the future?
Don’t even think about it,
I say.
C’mon,
she says, we’re superheroes. What’s the point of us if we don’t do the impossible?
The controls are easy enough to figure out, so easy that we suspect Saul knew what we were going to do and that gives us a certain confidence. We can set the destination to whenever we want.
Holding hands, we leap together into the 23rd century.
* * *
When we return, Saul is waiting for us.
Have a good time?
he asks. It’s subtle, the kind of thing you’d only notice if you’d known him a while, but I pick up an odd sadness in his eyes as he looks us over.
That was amazing,
says Janet. And it was, two weeks of surfing on nanoparticles, flying jetpacks in low Earth orbit, holographic interactive narratives and safaris with formerly extinct animals in reconstructed biospheres. "I can’t believe they made a Jurassic Park Park."
Thanks for leaving instructions for where to find the time machine in our hotel room,
I say.
He shrugs, Of course. You don’t think I’d let you go off there without a way back.
He looks the same age but there’s something different about him. Something in his demeanor, his tone of voice, even his dress sense. He seems older. Wearier.
Couldn’t keep yourself away from our little corner of the space time continuum?
I ask.
He smiles and puts an arm over each of our shoulders. What can I say? I missed you guys.
* * *
Janet dies fighting Dr. Annihilation, who seizes the Gauntlet of Maniac Energy and uses it to punch a hole clean through her head. I cradle her body, blood pouring over my costume, while the villain leads the heroes away on a chase from which he will narrowly escape. It’s become clear to everyone that this is no minor apocalypse, and has been upgraded to a Class 4, and real fear is setting in among the superhero community for the first time in a very long while.
When I get home from the morgue, body bruised and coated in dried blood, Saul is waiting for me in the living room. He wears a black shirt with nothing on it. On the side table next to him is a glass of amber liquid. Whiskey, probably. With a surge of adrenaline I rush over and haul him into the air.
You knew,
I say. You knew what was going to happen and you didn’t tell us.
He shakes his head, eyes shining. There was nothing you could have done. The timeline is fragile, I can only risk changing things so much. That’s why they made time travel illegal in the first place.
Oh, I see. You can fix your own problems, treat time and space like your personal playground, but when it comes to anyone else, when it comes to really risking anything for someone . . . well, you can just jump through time and run away from it all, can’t you? You can just go downstairs—
And then I remember what’s downstairs. I can fix things myself. I’ll make it so the whole damn apocalypse never started. I throw him onto the couch, race down, and flip on the lights.
The room is completely empty.
I stand there, shaking until I hear him behind me. I have to protect the timeline.
I want you out,
I say without turning to face him. You move the hell out of my house.
I understand. It’s time,
he says cryptically. Goodbye, Pallas. It was truly an honor being your friend.
He goes upstairs and I hear the