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DC/Marvel Amalgams: Supersilk by bjv016
DC/Marvel Amalgams: Supersilk
Note: This was kind of a joke amalgam, so I'm going to replace her with a more proper Superman amalgamation piece in the future.

I'm a maniacal madman. Superman, a beloved icon, fused with Silk, a new character who is very mixed in reception. But one of my most powerful Amalgam heroes is (kind of)an Asian woman, so YAY!

Bio: The Krypton Quadrant (Krypton/the Keystone Quadrant) was an area of space that became settled by a race of human-like aliens who would become known as "Loonians" (Kryptonians/"Loonies") by the future main populace of the quadrant. The future Loonians were a culture of brilliant scientists, but they took their experiments in the Krypton Quadrant too far, which resulted in a disease that began to drive them into being impossibly insane idiots who would swiftly destroy themselves. Before the disease took hold of her, a baby girl was launched out in a rocket pod by her parents before the disease took hold of them and caused them to accidently kill themselves. They had programmed it to go to a planet where she could realistically blend in with the population, which resulted with it landing on Earth and was placed in the foster care system after being found in Kansas by some passersby. The girl was adopted by an Asian-American couple named the Kents (The Kents/The Moons [Mister Kent was adopted by a white couple who were farmers]) and was named Cindy Kent (Clark Kent/Cindy Moon). Though their relationship did have some strong love in it, there was a rift between them that drove Cindy and her mother to have a really bad falling out, which led to Cindy running away to El Metropolitano, TX (Metropolis/El Paso, TX). There, Cindy masqueraded as a science student for a time, which resulted in her going on a field trip to one of the city's most advanced science labs. In the lab, a spider that had been genetically enhanced escaped the place where it was stored and then became bathed in materials around the facility. The spider bit Cindy before it died. Sometime later, Cindy found that the bite had given her super powers, including flight, enhanced senses, superhuman strength, heat vision, and the ability to secrete a silky webbing material at will. These powers were both because of the spider, and also because of her alien nature that she was unaware of until later space adventures. After nearly being kidnapped by a strange man, Cindy decided to use her powers to become a superhero. And so she crafted a costume and became Supersilk (Superman/Silk)! Her power brought out the best and her  and she ended up becoming one the most beloved, and powerful, super-powered beings in the Amalgam world. She also got a civilian identity as a reporter who is somehow able to get the scoop on her alter-ego. 

So, how about that for unexpected?! Some design choices I want to point out is that I gave her messy hair to reference Superman's famous hair curl. Her suit is partially made from her webbing. Her biological parents looked Asian too.

So...where was Spider-Man's Amalgam counterpart in all this, given that Silk spun off from him? That'll be a FUTURE matter.  
A dimly lighted room was filled with several dozen people standing and staring at a small stage. Above the stage were large framed photographs of Benito Mussolini, William T. Anderson, and James von Brunn. After a minute the curtains of the stage opened, revealing a blond man in military gear who had a large cross tattooed on his exposed right arm. Despite the image the man was putting himself in, he was not a military trained individual and he was actually quite out of shape. He had the ability to be violent, but only as an abusive goon. Yet the eyes of the people in the room sparked at his mere being there. He was a hero in their eyes. Their hearts all went a flutter as he began to shout into a microphone.

"America must destroy Islam, before it destroys liberty!" He shouted.

They all cheered and clapped as if he had said the most profound thing in the history of the world.

"Nasrallah claims he is here to spread peace? Bah! Only stupid, politically correct traitors believe in that lie! There is no peace in Muslims! They have no values like love or respect, not like us! Since the birth of Mohammed has the terrorists' insidious eyes laid on God's favorite pasture; America! We must Kill Nasrallah for daring to tread on the land Columbus liberated from the native savages!"

The man smiled as the crowd cheered. He was pleased with himself. They were completely blind to the fact that he had never gone to church much, or had never read more than two pages of the Bible, or that he was merely using things he knew were incorrect to turn them into his army willing to kill in his name.

"Trench! Trench! Trench!!!" cheered the people to their leader, "Death to Nasrallah! And all enemies! Trench!!! Trench!!! U! S! A!!!"

Trench laughed as he saw his minions begin to load their guns and put on body armor. He was assured that this assassination would be the first step to becoming the most powerful man in America.

Dendrite was still having trouble shaking off what was happening to her. She was in a strange place and she didn't know where to go. Or what to do. The people at the school didn't know anything about the Gavel. Troopman had revealed that she was on another world. It explained some things, but she only got more questions as a result. She sat on a chair outside of an office's door. Her powers were beginning to come back, but she didn't need them to overhear what they were saying.

"Her being here is a danger to the students..."

"Don't be quiet about this, Edgar..."

"We should contact The MOD...or at least a local..."

"What about the guy who attacked? Nothing on him..."

"We should be able to help her get home..."

"I need to get my opinion on this heard, so give me just one..."

"Donato...I get it, but the courtyard isn't..."

"The League of the Lion? What could they do?! Come on..."

"Be reasonable everyone. Stay calm..."

"Priyanka did excellently, taking charge like that..."

"This tea tastes funny, Ms. Gangulee..."

"Dendrite, eh?"

The teachers and staff were debating with each other. Dendrite felt like no matter what she chose to do that the situation was beyond her control.

"Hello again, Dendrite!!!"

Dendrite looked up to see that the Troopman had appeared in the hall with a rather mundane looking spray can in his hand. Before Dendrite could scream or jump at him to defend herself, Troopman sprayed the contents of the can in her face. Dendrite inhaled it and it caused her to cough and collapse, with Troopman catching her in his other arm. 

"Someone isn't herself lately..." he said amused.

Mister Davidsson burst out the door, having heard what was going on. The green man leapt onto Troopman to try and save the unconscious Dendrite just as the purple light reappeared, consuming all three of them. The other staff members of the G. Acker school ran out to help but they weren't quick enough. The group looked in shock as their co-worker, injured guest, and intruder vanished away in the light.


Pursuant Girl had just arrived back at the Louisiana MOD base she had left Beatdown at. She had just handed off Four Eyes to be held in the brig. Her new task was to get help with figuring out how Beatdown, a man from an alternate universe, was sent to her's and how he could get back. She figured the best course of action was to contact the team she was on, the Bravest, and see if any of them would be able to assist in the matter. To do so, she went to a room where she could do so in private. She took out a hi-tech looking communication device and pressed on 'Contacts' and then pressed the name 'Sinbad'. After ringing for a minute a voice answered on the other end.

"Hello?" the voice asked.

"Is that you, Micah?" Pursuant Girl asked, "Where's Sinbad? This is Pursuant Girl if you were wondering."

"I'm sorry, but now isn't a good time for Sinbad."

"What's up? Is it Briar Rose?"

"Unfortunately, yes. She and her goons, Caleb among them, have taken a cruise ship in the Arctic hostage. Sinbad went there to save the passengers and all that. For some reason he left his contacter thing with me."

"Well, I need some help..."

"Say no more. I know exactly who can get to you quickly. I'll send him your location over the computer and he'll be there soon."

"I assume this will be a case of 'I'll know him when I see him'?"

"Yes actually. Good luck with whatever is wrong."

"Thanks, Micah. Bye now."

Pursuant Girl hung up and then pressed the contact 'Myriad 1'. She was dissatisfied with what answered her call.

"Hey Bravest members, this is Lena. I wanted to let you know that Hermes, Eugene, and I are going to be on this planet named Dewngind. We've mentioned it before, it's the planet with those guys we helped defeat the Krowned. Well it turns out that the Krowned is up to no good again there and our friend there asked us to help stop the problem. We should be back in a little more than a week. Our folks think my cousin is taking us on a camping trip. Bye, leave a message!"

Pursuant Girl groaned. Those kids would have been a great asset. Still, she liked that she had teammates who lead colorful lives. Just then, a call alert was coming from the contact 'DETECTIVE DOG' that she answered. 

"Is that you, Lucian?" She asked.

"No time for formalities! Listen up," he said, "cause something bad is going down! I can't believe I'm saying this, but Brightland is getting invaded!"

"By aliens?"

"No, humans! A whole army's worth! They just appeared out of a portal in the sky! They're stealing trucks and weapons, high end gear from any place that has it! I was fighting McSlasher, but then we were both jumped and...some of the invaders captured him and went away into more light..."

"Wait, what color was the light?!"

"Plum or some bunk! Why?"

Pursuant Girl ran out into the hall and started to dash around hurriedly in search of Beatdown. He had told her that he had remembered a violet light and now she realized that said light wasn't a completely isolated power. She had to find him. She noticed a guy in a lab coat walking down the hall and grabbed his arm.

"Have you...have you seen Ryker?! Where is he?"

"Out in the courtyard! He and Baez wanted-"

Pursuant Girl ran as quickly as she could to the courtyard outside. There she saw Beatdown, Agent Baez, and Agent Glaucus Thaumus, her finned magenta ally, all sitting on a bench drinking out of water bottles and laughing.

"Ryker, there are more people from where you came from attacking a city and kidnapping people!" She yelled as she ran over.

Out of nowhere, before any of the three men could even look up, a bright flash of purple appeared in the middle of the courtyard. The four opened there eyes to see that they were now in the presence of two African forest elephants, six alpacas, three pronghorns, an echidna, and two toucans and several lovebirds, which flew above the others. On top of one of the elephants stood a man dressed in a purple changshan over silver armor. He had a metallic mask that covered the left of his face and his jet black hair was long, wild and unkempt. He also held a spear with a metal skull on the end with glowing purple gems in the eye sockets. Needless to say, everyone's mouths were agape and the four were all very shocked at this surprise. The man atop the elephant laughed and began to speak aloud.

"People of the MOD, today you shall not interfere with our revenge! I am the Erratic, a humble servant of the great Raft! Today is the day America pays, but not on your world, but our world! Who dares to oppose me and my pack of warrior animals?!"

The animals' eyes all glowed purple and began to shoot out similarly colored laser beam attacks in all directions. Pursuant Girl, Beatdown, Baez, and Thaumas leapt away and dodged the lasers, ran to each other and charged at their strange and sudden new foe. The battle had finally begun for Beatdown. Or had it?

Joan Hughes was an intelligent woman, but even she knew some things just couldn't be predicted. People could be random, irrational, and, sometimes to her benefit, downright stupid. She did know that when it is likely that danger from a threat was on the horizon, no matter how mysterious, that it was best to not be alone. This is why she was thankful that the WillCorps had recently created a new jet that was capable of flying her from Miskolc to San Diego in record time. She honestly could barely believe how incredibly fast it had been. It would certainly come in handy for future endeavors for the Gavel.


Joan smiled as she saw Crann Bethadh and Brawn waiting for her on the roof of the tall building she had landed the jet on. She walked down the opened exiting ramp to go see them, a few WillCorps operatives following behind her. It was imperative that they stay as a group in order to fight back against the coming threat when it struck. She wouldn't have to wait long. From afar on another rooftop was Raft, hiding behind an air vent. Things had not gone perfectly for the master of the powerful light, but it would not be long before he revealed himself to the Gavel. As well as reveal who the true monsters were.
On the rooftop in San Diego, the Troopman appeared next to his leader and bowed before him. 

"I was unable to hinder the girl." He reported.

The armored figure put his hand on his subordinate's shoulder and looked down at him.

"Feel no shame. You delayed her Troopman, my loyal friend. You may rise..."

Troopman blushed awkwardly as he got up and hugged his comrade. The two chuckled a bit and seperated before looking out over the city. The two had once loved San Diego. They had once loved all of America. It was their country. Yet now, all they could see was the city where their loved ones would come to die one day. Today they would save the future. Even if they had to kill for it.

"I hope our allies do better than I did, Raft." Troopman sighed.

Beatdown felt really awkward just sitting in a cafeteria like he was, but didn't know what to do. He wasn't familiar with any of the people surrounding him. After meeting Pursuant Girl and Agent Baez, they took him to the largest Meta Operations Department facility in Louisiana, showed him the way to the cafeteria, and asked him to stay there and wait for them. While Beatdown was certainly joyed to have gotten that beef enchilada he had been craving, he felt a little out of place afterwards. Most of the people were MOD agents or facility employees taking a break from work. It didn't help that he was alone at his table.

"Mister Ryker, you alright?"

Beatdown turned around to see that Baez was back. He had walked back in to the cafeteria and he hadn't noticed. Pursuant Girl was noticeably absent.

"Hello," Beatdown, "...I'm fine. Not hungry anymore...where's Pursuant Girl?"

Baez sat down next to Beatdown before answering.

"She got called in to deal with this creep we call Four Eyes. I put the McFaul brothers in containment for her and came back here to let you know." 

"So I assume this 'Four Eyes' fellow has...well...four eyes. What does he do that warrants intervention?"

Baez sighed and rubbed his face a bit.

"Four Eyes can put people in a weird trance. When he uses it on women he, well, he takes their clothes off...and puts them in demeaning costumes."

"Like...what exactly?" Beatdown asked.

"He'll dress up an emergency response worker like a baby in clown makeup. I ended up seeing that one for himself unfortunately. He...took her bra for himself so...I covered my eyes. She was so embarrassed. I felt awful seeing her like that." Baez explained, shaking his head.

"That sounds really awkward. I mean...yeah, I would understand why you would want this Four Eyes locked up if that's his hobby. I mean...if the woman consented to that was her choice or something...but...yeah, that does sound awkward."

The two looked at each other for a little. Just talking about it was awkward. Baez honestly wished he had just never mentioned Four Eyes, but it had just fallen out.

"You like basketball?" Baez asked.

"I dabble in it," Beatdown said with a grin, "Why do you ask?"

"Agent Thaumas used to be a professional basketball player before he joined the MOD. I saw him shooting hoops out in the courtyard out a window while I was walking here."

The two grinned. It had seemed they had just found a way to pass the time. Seemingly.

Back on the bus, Black River noticed a gas station with a payphone and got off the next stop not far from it. He still had some coins left, so he was hoping they would be enough to make a call. He could let the others know he was okay if he could reach one of them. He strolled over to it and started to insert his first coin in to pay, but then noticed that a woman was walking towards him from behind. She looked a bit familiar, like she may have been on the bus earlier. He wondered if she had followed him. The woman was African-American and wore a normal black shirt and jeans. Her hair was short and she seemed a tiny bit uncomfortable in her current state, like it wasn't how she normally was.

"Are you called Black River?" she asked.

"...yeah." Black River answered with a confused tone.

The woman pulled out a small handgun, seemingly from nowhere, and pointed it at Black River. He put his hands up and tried to talk her down before things could escalate into something bad.

"Just. Put. That. Down. I'm not a threat and I don't want to hurt you." He said slowly.

The woman chuckled a bit in an unsettling manner. She started to talk at him with a false grin on her face.

"You failed me, Black River," she said, "you and your team failed me and my best friend. You never made our world safer...not really. I'm going to change things the way the Gavel never did!"

Black River teleported behind the woman and swiftly disarmed her. She actually seemed to notice this but didn't put up a fight against having her weapon swiped and tossed away.

"Who are you, lady?" Black River asked firmly.

The woman turned around and smirked. The mauve light appeared and enveloped her and burst out in an bright explosion from her form. When the light cleared away it was easy to see that the woman had changed. She was clad in silver armor and a black scarf that covered the bottom of her face. Her eyes were now a solid purple that glowed with the light's same hue. She now held a metal sword that was covered in a strange flame version of the light. 

"We are two sides of the same coin. You are a healer who fights for an uncaring bureaucracy that fails to make results...I am a destroyer who fights to stop evil from destroying the life of her and her future allies!"

"Put a sock in it."

Black River leapt forward and slammed his elbow into her face, making her stumble back a bit. She held up her sword and pointed it at him and the weapon transformed before Black River's eyes into a flaming silver spear that she threw right at him. Black River was able to teleport away, but only barely in time to avoid the item's strike through his head. Black River grabbed the woman before she could retrieve her tool of battle and head-butted her in the back of her neck while stepping on her left foot. The woman ran backwards and collided into the payphone, which caused Black River to fall off of her back. She quickly ran back to her spear, which she then turned into a flaming metal cinderblock that she tossed at him. This time he wasn't fast enough and it smashed into his should and caused him to fall down again, writhing in pain from the attack. The woman got her gun back off the ground and shot Black River's leg while he was struggling to get up. He yelled out in pain and then summoned his black river water and formed it into a barrier around himself to distract the woman while he used his water to relieve himself of at least some of his injuries. After starting to feel at least some healingh he dropped the water barrier to continue fighting, only to not see his enemy anywhere. She seemed to be gone. Then he felt a sudden jolt of pain from above and everything went dark as he fell into unconsciousness. The hook that had pierced his neck pulled him up to the top of gas station's roof on a line attached to the woman's weapon, which she had turned into the shape of a large fishing rod. She payed him down and bound Black Rivers ankles and wrists with some totally normal looking ropes. She then picked him back up, leapt to the ground with her captive in her grasp, and walked into the gas station and put him in the bathroom while the two employees there stared in confusion. When one of the employees began to speak out, the woman grabbed him and threw him onto the floor before knocking the other, now panicked employee, into a wall. 

"That should keep him occupied for a while. Can't let him know the truth...until it's too late to stop us." She said to herself.

Back in San Diego, Crann Bethadh was in a building pacing back and forth in an empty, coldly lit hallway. Joan had contacted her and informed her of everything she had come to realize since they had last spoken. Crann Bethadh didn't know what to do and was very concerned about the times to come. She was considering defying Joan's orders and going out to search for her missing mates, but she wasn't sure if she should. She slammed her fist against a wall in her frustration. Then she heard a 'ding' not far from her. 

She looked up and saw that the elevator at the end of the hall had come down. The door of the elevator opened to show Ambassador Nasrallah, who was flanked by two muscular men in suits. The ambassador himself was a somewhat short man with a round face and a curly gray beard. He had noticeably pleasant eyes and he had thinking gray hair. He also wore a suit. The three men walked down the hall but stopped when they saw Crann Bethadh.

"Is something wrong?" Nasrallah asked her.

The Gavel member wasn't sure what to answer. Things certainly weren't okay, but she didn't want the ambassador to be aware that she was off her game. She was supposed to be there to save him if the attack threat was true, after all. Nasrallah motioned for his men to move on to the room they had been heading towards. The two did so, if only because they knew Crann would never attack him and cause a problem for everyone involved.

"I'm sorry, you just seemed a bit unhinged," the ambassador said, "I just like to keep on top of things."

Crann Bethadh formed a small smile. It was partly to assure him she was okay, but it was kind of nice to have anyone express concern for her. Brawn would of if he could, but without Dendrite he was unable to earlier.

"I'm fine, Mister Ambassador. Good luck with your speech later."

"I hope that I do well. I don't give many speeches...but this is important to me."

"Why's that?" Crann asked.

"Well...I was going to keep it a secret, but you are protecting me, so I feel I should be honest with you..."

"Okay, tell me then. Please."

Nasrallah decided to just get on with it.

"One of the exchange students who was assaulted here in this city was my cousin's grandson. He was apparently talking to a female student he had feelings for before they got jumped. The people who did it ran...but they broke some of his ribs and he got a black eye. The girl was apparently hurt even worse..."

"I'm sorry that happened to him." Crann said.

Nasrallah gave her a grin and then walked off to meet back up with his guards.


In a medical treatment room, Fallen Demon layed on a hospital bed, naked save for his mask and a pair of briefs. He was alone, as the WillCorps doctors had done all they had could to care for him as they could. Now they were just waiting for him to eventually awaken. The violet light appeared at the end of the bed and flashed, with Raft now appearing in its place.

"I see you're still resting. My temple construct and I really did a number on you huh? To think I thought you were cool when I was still innocent. Well, I better get going..."

Fallen Demon's eyes suddenly snapped open and he shot straight up from the bed. He pointed his right index finger at Raft, who seemed to be legitimately taken aback by the suddenness of it.

" two places," Fallen Demon groaned, "You changing the world. The power...the light...the other you...has yet to"

Fallen Demon then fell back down on the bed unconscious. Raft lost his composure and shook for about a minute before disappearing again. It was almost time to take his revenge.
JUST A BOY Part 3: Discovery and Family
dragonestea, thanks again for agreeing to this crossover. To any of you who bother following me, this is Part 3.
Images of Beatdown, Black River, and Dendrite were shown on a giant triangular mirror. The rest of the room was a stark, pure white. The was no furniture, no details other than the mirror. The mauve light began to shine in the form of twisted patterns upon the room's walls. The light bled out and took the form of a man wearing silver armor, a black cape, and a mask that covered his face. The violet energy was on him, glowing on seemingly random parts of his form. 

The figure slinked over to his mirror and waved his hand over it. The images of the three Gavel members faded away and wertre replaced with the image of a boyish looking white male in a suit. The image was then shattered by a touch of the figure's finger. The mirror began to rapidly 'blink' through various images. It showed shots of various cities, weapons, natural catastrophes, pictures of children playing in a field, and roaring, angered crowds before stopping on an image of the Gavel standing as a united group. However, the faces of the three missing members, as well as Fallen Demon, we're all blotted out. 

"Let's complicate things for these obstacles they call heroes..."


"Miskolc is the fourth largest city in Hungary, with an estimated population of 161,265. During the same time as the battle your teammates were in, there was a similar anomaly detected in Miskolc, in the home of a criminal hacker named Laszlo Koranyi, whose corpse was found in his home by local authorities after a neighbor reported seeing an explosion of violet light from his window, which is supposedly the cause of his death. It was also discovered that one of his wall's was covered in photographs of the Temple of Bel in Palmyra, Syria and schematics of some kind. I'm en route now with two WillCorps agents to investigate and uncover any connections to what happened earlier today, which I hope can lead us to knowing where Black River, Dendrite, and Beatdown are. Understand?"

After a few seconds, Crann Bethadh's voice responded.

"I heard you, Joan, and so did Brawn," said Crann, "but I still wish you would let us come help you."

Joan sighed a bit while leaning back in the black seat in the back of the WillCorps helicopter she was in. In the front were the two WillCorps members accompanying her to Koranyi's home in Miskolc. One was a woman with a Wheel of Dharma on her uniform and was the pilot and the other was a man with a nine pointed star on his. 

"I told you already that I need you two in San Diego in case the ambassador's convoy is attacked. He is at major risk, Crann. You need to fight off any attackers."

An ambassador to the United States from a small Muslim country, Joan had forgotten which, had recently announced that he would be delivering a speech in San Diego addressing some recent assaults on young exchange students from his nation that occurred in the city earlier that year. Shortly afterwards an underground anti-Muslim militant group threatened to kill the ambassador before he delivered his speech. Wanting to avoid an international incident that could stem from such an assassination, Joan assigned Crann Bethadh and Brawn to act as the ambassador's protectors for the day. 

"Alright, Boss. I still don't think the crazies are a serious threat though."

"Maybe, but I don't want to take that chance. The States don't need more bad relationships with the Middle East. Over and out." Joan replied.

She turned and looked at her ride's team, who looked back at her and nodded. Joan looked out the window to see they were only a short while away from their destination. 


Black River couldn't help but feel something big was afoot. It wasn't a regular thing for him to encounter a superpowered person he had never even heard of. For that matter, Coldeye didn't seem to be a particularly discrete individual, so he figured something had to be going on. He wondered if the light he had seen before finding himself on that rooftop may have been involved. 


Black River turned around and stopped walking down the sidewalk he was on. He saw that a young man that had been behind him was there, who must of been the one who had addressed him. Behind the boy was one of the children who Coldeye tried to blast during the fight. The two seemed to be Latino, or black, or possibly both. It was actually a bit hard for Black River to tell.

"Um...yeah?" Black River asked.

"My kid says you got into a fight around the basketball spot. That true?"

"I...I'm not looking for...trouble..." stammered Black River, "Wait...this kid is your son?"

"No. I just take care of him. But you didn't answer my question." the young man said.

"Yes, but...that woman with the sword...well..."

The guy walked towards River and handed him a five dollar bill and a couple coins.

"You seemed lost. The closest bus stop is at Davison Lane. Not everyone is as nice as me, so you better get out before someone thinks you a creep finds you. Consider it a reward for saving Rasheek."

Black River nodded, accepted the money and ran off. If a local said he should leave, he figured he was right. He failed to notice some more mauve light coming from a nearby window. A figure appeared in the window after the light vanished. It was a woman who walked out of the front door of the nearby building. She followed Black River to the bus stop and got on the bus after he did. Because he sat in the back, she sat in front. She smiled, knowing that she was doing her superior's task as instructed.


Dendrite walked down the hall of the school behind Nurse Curtiss. She was back in her 'uniform' and couldn't help but stare at the students of the school. All of them seemed to be either her age or younger. All of them wore normal clothing. And all of them seemed to be more than just human. Some had non-human features, or glowing eyes, or could do things she wouldn't expect them to do. She had only then realized that this was a school for people with powers.

Nurse Curtiss opened up the doors to the gymnasium, where Dendrite saw some children all on a rock climbing wall. One boy in particular had four arms. A girl right below him poked him with an electric shock to startle him. At the bottom of the wall stood a figure. He had oddly textured green skin, a long tail, and an inhuman face with large eyes, pointed ears, wired nostrils and a huge mouth full of sharp pointy teeth. 

"Priyanka, I better not see you do that again," the figure yelled up, "I consider that cheating!"

"Oh! Um, okay Mister Davidsson!" the girl responded with a blush.

Dendrite couldn't help but be a tad put off by the man's appearance. This Davidsson guy looked like some kind of alien, not a gym coach. She tried her best to remain cool as the man walked over to her and the red haired nurse.

"Hello there! I'm Irwin Davidsson," he said introducing himself, "and you? Are you a new student?"

"No...I'm just...I don't know how I got here. I..."

"Fell out of nowhere from a flash in the sky?" He asked.

"Well, yeah."

Nurse Curtiss smiled and walked off. She nodded at Dendrite before leaving the gym.

"I'm Dendrite. Doctor Handel said I should come here to see if my powers are working again." Dendrite explained.

"Alright," said Davidsson, "I have an exercise mat over there. I'll be sure the kids leave you to your devices."

Dendrite thanked the odd looking man and walked over to where he had pointed her to. She sat down on the mat and began to meditate. With her eyes closed, she failed to see a purple light briefly flash from the cracked open door of a broom closet in the gymnasium. A figure exited the closet and lunged at Dendrite, pinning the girl to the ground as she gasped in surprise. Normally she sensed things like this.

"Dendrite!" Davidsson yelled.

The strange gym teacher swiftly ran towards the mat while Dendrite was struggling to push off her attacker. Davidsson leapt onto them to break them up, but the mysterious figure knocked him back and then lifted Dendrite into the air and threw her at the rock climbing wall. Dendrite tried to activate her powers, but it was all going so fast. She slammed into the wall where the ten students were thankfully able to grab and catch her before she fell. Dendrite looked up and she and the students saw the figure and Mister Davidsson wrestling one another. The girl from before, Priyanka, started to spout something off.

"Tom! Run and get Mister Stefano! Get help!"

One boy, the presumed Tom, ran out of the gym worriedly. Priyanka, the boy with the four arms, and another boy charged forward to where their teacher was battling Dendrite's attacker. Dendrite got up, motioned for the rest of the students to run out like Tom had, and then ran forward as well. Even in the heat of the moment, she knew she had more experience fighting than the kids who seemed to be around ten or eleven years old. Davidsson pushed his opponent back and Dendrite and the kids grabbed his arms and held him back. Davidsson punched the man's face but was then kicked away. The man threw his arms up, causing Dendrite and the students to fall off. Priyanka's hands surged with electrical energy that she flung at the brute, which briefly stopped him in his tracks.

Dendrite finally got a chance to look at who had attacked her. The man appeared to be made of shining metal, with strange, glowing purple markings on his body that looked like stylized blood veins. He wore black pants that also covered his feet, with heavy pads on the sides of his thighs. His neck show the metal appearance transition into a face with light brown skin and long, purple dreadlocks. He had a large slash shaped scar over his right eye, which was blind. His other eye was a normal brown eye. His mouth had some smaller scars and he had a couple teeth missing as well. One of his ears was pierced with a purple jewel. His hands were covered with bulky black guantlets, with his left one with sharp metal tips on the fingers. 

The electric blast then faded off of him and he screamed like a mad animal, hitting at everything around him. Davidsson tacked his legs and Dendrite kicked the enemy while he was on the gym floor. The two boys stepped on his back and and Priyanka pinned his sharp tipped hand to the nearby exercise mat. He was down for the count.

"Who is this?!" Davidsson asked her.

"No idea." Dendrite answered as she let herself drop to her knees.

The attacker began to laugh. 

"Do you even realize...that you are on another world? Do you, you so-called 'Hero'?" He laughed. 

"Who are you?" Dendrite growled.

"I am called the Troopman. I am but a servant of my leader...and you are going to be to late to protect the monsters that your world lets thrive! They shall pay, Dendrite!!! They shall my homeland!!!"

The Troopman exploded into more mauve light. Everyone looked around and sure enough, he had vanished. They were safe. For then.

In San Diego, California, back on the Gavel's Earth in their reality, a group of men sat in a diner, looking at a television as they drank and ate.

"Ambassador Fahim Nasrallah stated in his interview with us that he hopes his speech can help the community to be more accepting of both his people and American Muslims as well. He truly does has hope in what his visit can do. Back to you at the station Frank!"

"Thank You, Pauline. We're sure to go back to you during the live broadcast of the speech at the library tonight. In other news, our attention goes to New York City, where workers are protesting their treatment at..."

The men looked at one another with grim looks. Because in their deluded minds, San Diego was welcoming to destruction of America. In their minds they truly thought that Islam and Christianity could never coexist. So they left the diner without paying to prepare to do what they thought would defend their country from what they considered a terrorist based purely on their deluded fears.


Joan and the agents were in the apartment of the late Laszlo Koranyi. They had all spent some time looking through his papers, but had yielded no results. The female WillCorps agent was at the hacker's computer, where she was trying to find out the password to open a locked document that seemed very valued.

"It just doesn't seem to be working." said the agent.

"Keep trying. Maybe there's a clue around here..." Joan said.

Joan noticed that there was a beaten up looking projector on a wooden shelf, right across from the wall covered with images of the remains of the Temple of Bel in Syria. The male agent was running his hand over the images and looked at them intrinsically. 

"Do you see something?" Joan asked him.

He turned back at her and nodded.

"I feel something different about some of this tape holding the papers up," he replied, " the material is different. It feels...custome made."

Then Joan had an idea. She motioned her hand to have the agent step away. Joan shut off the lights and the agents wondered what she was up to. Joan then plugged in and switched on the projector on the shelf. She then looked to see that the special tape the male agent had felt begin to illuminate and glow in the dark. The four long strips now showed the outline of a trapezoid. 

"I found our clue. Type in 'Trapezoid' and see if it works!"

Joan turned the lights back on and the agent at the computer did what she told her to do. 

"It worked, Ms. Hughes...the document is open. We can read it now."

"This is great." the male agent said.

Joan walked over to look at the screen...

'I am certain now. The vision I had all those years ago DID mean something! The temple is just a form the light can take, but it can grant great power. It lies between our world and the next. I am now certain that the light is being used to travel through the fabric of reality itself. But, someone...has somehow mastered the violet glows. Become bonded to them and is now using it for something. The sightings were in preparation of the day they finally come in full, for whatever it is they want. I must learn more. I know that now. The light can give one power. But what for?'

It ended there. Joan gasped and stepped back. 

"My teammates weren't just sent away to another world...they were taken out of the picture. Whoever is behind this is making the world vulnerable." Joan said.

"Why?" the male agent asked.

"So they can attack. But where?"

In San Diego another flash of the light appeared. On the roof of a high reaching building now stood the man in the silver armor and cape.

"Today...I will avenge my parents! Today...this city will pay...this nation. No matter what world." 
JUST A BOY Part 2: Laszlo's Trapezoid
Part 2 of my crossover story with dragonestea


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