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MacBeth tapped on the table and scratched his white beard as he sat across from Bruce Wayne. His expression was melancholy as Alfred approached him with a pot of tea. “Would you care for anymore tea, sir?” asked Alfred. “No, thank you Alfred, I’m fine,” Macbeth replied. “What’s on your mind, Macbeth?” Bruce finally asked. “I’m lonely. Lonely and depressed. Really at this point, I don’t know what else to do with my life. I have made a massive fortune, I have seen the world. What else is there to do? Honestly, I am just tired of living,” explained MacBeth. “I’m sorry to hear that my friend. If there is anything I can do just let me know,” said Bruce. “It is the least I can do since you have both discovered and agreed to keep my secret.” Macbeth chuckled. “What can I say? I have always been very good at thorough background checks on potential business partners and I can respect your need for privacy. But, I really don’t know what you can do. Unless, of course, you know a way to break my magical bond with Demona that has kept me alive all these years. But, I suspect that is not possible, even for a man as resourceful as you.” “Perhaps you just need to find new meaning in your life,” suggested Bruce. “Like what?” “Have you ever considered becoming a hero. There is a lot honor and fulfillment found in that line of work,” said Bruce. Macbeth raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you do it, Bruce? For the honor and fulfillment?” “I wish I could say it was that simple,” Bruce answered. “But, I could definitely use the help. It seems like every time I make a new ally, twenty more villains emerge. I’m usually hesitant to extend an offer like this because I worry about people getting themselves killed. Obviously that wouldn’t be a problem in your case.” “Very true.” Macbeth thought it over. “I don’t know, Bruce. I’ve never thought of myself as the hero type.” “I’d imagine it wouldn’t be much different from your desire to protect your people in Scotland all those centuries ago.” “A lot has changed since then,” said Macbeth. Alfred spoke up. “Perhaps. And though the world has certainly done a number on you, I can still see that man in you, sir.” Bruce smiled. “I agree.” “You are both too kind. You present me with an intriguing offer, Bruce. I will have to think it over.” “Of course.” Later that night after leaving Wayne Manor, Macbeth took his glider for a spin around Gotham. He mulled over Bruce’s words as cut through the night sky. He stopped a couple of muggings, but mostly because they were breaking his concentration instead of a need to be heroic. “Goliath and his clan would certainly have their work cut out for them patrolling these streets every night,” Macbeth said to himself. Suddenly, fire lit up the night sky. Macbeth’s eyes followed the flames to their source, a man in a black battle suit and wings. The man aimed his flamethrowers at every building in sight. “Bruce wasn’t kidding, there really is alot of crime in this city,” Macbeth remarked. Macbeth took aim at the arsonist with his lightning gun and fired. It was a direct hit. After he recovered, Firefly glared at his attacker. “Mind your business old man!” Firefly shouted. “I’m busy over here.” Firefly shot some grenades in Macbeth’s direction, who used his glider to avoid the blast. “Ooh some excitement. I think I will enjoy this,” said Macbeth.

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Piper and Phoebe Halliwell entered the manor dragging their dying father between them. They laid him gently on the couch. “Don’t worry Dad, you’re going to be okay,” Piper reassured. “Paige is bringing one of the demons back right now and we’re going to find out what they did to you.” “I believe you. I think I just want to rest for a moment,” said Victor. “No, Dad. You have to stay with us,” pleaded Phoebe. “I got him.” Paige’s voice echoed throughout the room. Familiar bright white lights marked her arrival as she orbed into the room holding a green demon’s arms behind his back. She shoved his face into the floor. “What did your buddy inject him with?” demanded Paige. “Like I would tell you, dirty witch,” replied the demon. All three sisters glared at the demon, and then Piper and Phoebe’s eyes looked toward the ceiling as they called in unison, “Leo!” Leo orbed into the room, just as Paige had done, with a concerned look spread across his face. “Heal him,” said Piper. Leo lifted his hands over Victor. They glowed, but Victor’s condition did not improve. “It’s not working,” said Leo. “How is that possible?” Phoebe cried in frustration. The demon laughed. “Your whitelighter can’t save him. Your father will be lucky if he sees morning." Paige pushed the demon’s head deeper into the floor. “I’m going to ask again. What did you evil bastards do to him?” “Is this your idea of torture?” “I don’t know. I could try orbing your head off your body. I’ve never done it before I’m sure it’ll work.” The demon’s attitude quickly changed. “Ok, ok. There is a cure. It’s a special kind of water found only in a lake on Avalon.” Piper scrunched up her face. “Avalon? Like King Arthur Avalon?” “Do you know of any other,” replied the demon. “Ok, Leo orb me over there and I’ll bring some back,” said Phoebe. Piper looked skeptical. “That sounds way too easy.” “Because it is,” said Leo sadly. “I can take you to the shores of Avalon but I can’t take you on the actual island.” “Why not?” asked Paige. “Don’t you dumb witches know anything,” said the demon. “Avalon is protected by the Weird Sisters, children of Oberon. And he has instructed them that no one but his children may enter the island.” The Halliwell sisters exchanged confused glances. “Weird Sisters huh... Book of Shadows, I’m on it,” Phoebe finally declared before exiting the room to retrieve the sacred book. Piper’s eyes traveled from her ailing father toward her husband. “Who is this Oberon character?” “A supremely powerful magical being that rules over Avalon. Some monsters and deities that you have read about from history are actually his children.” Leo answered. “Is he good or evil?” Paige inquired while doing her best not to loosen her grip on the demon’s arms. “Neither,” replied Leo. “But he is temperamental and not to be provoked.” “How is that you three have survived this long and still know so little about the world around you?” the demon asked snidely. “Shut up!” snapped Piper. Phoebe raced back down the stairs with the Book of Shadows in her hands. She opened it on the table and flipped through the pages. “Here it is. Let’s see.... centuries ago Oberon, Lord of the Third Race, exiled his children from the island of Avalon so that they may learn humility and eventually even left the island himself. Until he returns, he has put three of his daughters, Luna, Phoebe, and Seline, known in fables as the Weird Sisters, in charge of protecting the island from trespassers. Known powers of the Sisters include teleportation, size manipulation, illusion casting, flying, freezing, energy and lightning blasts, spell casting, transformative magic, and possession. The exact extent of their magical abilities are unknown so these immortal witches should be avoided at all costs..” “We’ve heard that one before,” said Piper. “If they’re not evil then we shouldn’t have to fight them, right?” asked Paige. “We should be able to reason with them to let us on the island briefly just so we can get the cure.” Leo projected doubt in his expression. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard of many stories about successful and safe passage on to Avalon. I am beginning to think this whole thing was a trap to force you three into squaring off against the Weird Sisters.” “Ding, ding, ding. Someone get the whitelighter a prize,” snarked the demon. “Paige,” said Piper calmly. “Will you please release the demon and step away from him. We don’t need him anymore.” “Are you sure?” Piper nodded. “Um..okay.” Paige released her grasp on the demon and stepped toward his sisters. “Hey thanks. I didn’t think you....” Before the demon could finish, Piper flicked her fingers into the air and the demon exploded into a thousand pieces. “He was really getting on my nerves,” she huffed. “Leo, if we have to fight them, do you think we could beat them?” Phoebe wondered. “I don’t think so. They are unlike anything you have faced before.” “Thanks for the confidence boost, honey,” said Piper. Victor quietly spoke up. “May I say something here. Look girls, I know you don’t want to let me go. But if it wasn’t a demon attack, it would have been a heart attack or my high cholesterol. Perhaps it is just my time,” Phoebe shook her head. “Dad, don’t say that.” “Listen to me. It’s not worth you three risking your lives and dying as well. Not when you have so much good left to do.” Piper’s voice became stern as a tear streamed down her face. “We will not just sit back and watch you die!” Phoebe scanned the page in the Book of Shadows again. “Look here, it says like all of Oberon’s children, the Weird Sisters are vulnerable to iron. So they’re not invincible.” “If we could round up a bunch of iron weapons, that might be something, but I don’t think we have enough time.,” said Paige. “We need to move fast, before it gets worse.” “Well I’m going to go look around the house real quick and at least try to gather some iron things before we go,” replied Phoebe. She scurried into the kitchen. “I still think we should try to talk to them first,” Paige insisted. Piper nodded. “I agree, but if that doesn’t work we’re going to need all the help we can get.” Leo shook his head back and forth slowly. “I don’t think this a good idea.” Piper unloaded on him. “So you think we should just let our father die?” “No, it’s just..” Phoebe entered the room with a bunch of nails and an iron skillet. “It’s not much, but it’s something. Are we ready to go?” Piper looked at Leo pointedly. “Yes, we are.” “I know better then to try to dissuade you when you’ve made up your mind,” Leo said sadly. “There is a spell in the Book of Shadows that we will need to reach Avalon." Paige flipped a few pages, found it, and copied it down. Then, Leo and the three sisters joined hands. He orbed them onto a small boat in a quiet body of water. He motioned for Paige to pull out the spell. The three sisters read aloud the Latin spell in unison as Leo rowed the boat. After they finished, mist and clouds engulfed them. When the mist dissipated, the island was already in sight. “Hey, maybe they left,” said Phoebe. Yet, sure enough, three silhouettes appeared in the distance. The Weird Sisters levitated above the water in front of them, their appearances beautiful, but their stares intense. “What is your business here?” asked the black haired sister, Selene. “Please, we only ask for momentary passage to the island to get some of its mystical water to heal a man that is dying,” Leo pleaded. “Then we will take our leave.” “You know better than that, white lighter,” said the blonde haired sister, Phoebe. “No magic is allowed on the island except for Avalon’s own,” Luna, the silver haired sister, explained. “You can’t make an exception? We don’t intend any harm to your precious island. We just want to save our father’s life,” said Phoebe Halliwell. “Your intent matters little to us,” replied the other Phoebe. “As does the fate of your father,” Luna continued. “Do you know who we are?” blurted Piper. “We are the Charmed Ones. And for the amount of good we have done we deserve some damn respect.” A small smile crept on Selene’s face. “We know who you are Piper Halliwell. Your accomplishments may seem impressive to you." “But they are insignificant when compared to the whole of history that we have witnessed,” Luna chimed in. “And good and evil are mortal concepts that carry no weight here,” the third sister concluded. “This isn’t going well,” whispered Paige. “Leave now!” ordered Selene. The Weird Sisters lifted their hands to the sky. Clouds formed and the Charmed Ones’ boat rocked violently. “Nail!” called Paige. She quickly orbed a nail into the chest Selene. Selene gasped. Her sisters looked at her in shock. “You hurt me mortal!” Selene cried in anger. “There’s plenty more where that came from, so you should back off,” warned Paige. Selene glared at the Charmed Ones. “Insolent fools!” “This place will become your watery graves,” threatened Luna. “Here we go,” said Piper.

After being left for dead by the satellite, John Nada was found by humans trying to make sense of all the aliens suddenly appearing around them. He was taken and eventually nursed back to health. While Nada was out of commission, the human race had successfully taken back their planet from the alien invaders. They sent their would be conquerors fleeing to wherever they came from. At last, things appeared to be returning to normal. One day, John Nada walked the streets of Los Angeles still a little uncertain if he could really trust everything he was seeing. Part of him wished he still had his sunglasses with the Hofmann lenses just to be sure. “I just need to relax. I guess it really is over,” he muttered to himself. A man shouted from behind him. Nada spun on his heel and assumed a defensive position. As the bald bearded man in overalls got closer to him, his ramblings became more clear. “Piper!! Piper!! I’ve got a bone to pick with youuuu!” Groundskeeper Willie announced. “Who is Piper?” replied Nada. “You think I wouldn’t recognize you. I would recognize your face anywhere. It’s a face that is an embarrassment to his country and his people,” said Willie. “What the hell are you talking about?” Nada demanded. “How could you not beat that pansy Hulk Hogan and win the championship belt? All of Scotland was pulling for you, and you let us down,” Willie answered. “I don’t know who you think I am, but it is obvious the recent alien activity has fried your brain. Maybe experimented on you as well? Is that why you look the way you do?” Nada asked. Willie looked at himself. “What is wrong with the way I look? The only experimenting I’ve done lately is adding Red Bull to my whiskey. I haven’t slept in three days and I don’t even know how I got here from Springfield.” “Well that’s lovely. I will be on my way now.” Nada attempted to pass by Willie, but Willie blocked his path. “You can’t leave. We still have unfinished business here, Roddy!” Frustration seeped through Nada. “Get out of my way before you get yourself hurt, you yellow skinned four fingered freak!” “I’ve got your freak right here, laddie!” Willie clinched his fists and let out a manly scream. His clothes ripped and revealed his sculpted physique. “Now, let me show you how a real Scot is supposed to fight!”

Goldar stormed angrily around the base of Rita and Lord Zedd. He shook his fists in the air. “This is an outrage!” he roared. “I will not be humiliated by those punk Power Rangers anymore.” Suddenly the ground shook. Goldar wobbled and grabbed on to a table to stop himself from falling. “What is going on?” he cried. As the ground settled, Goldar heard screams of terror from Finster’s workshop. He recognized the screams of his compatriots instantly and rushed to the scene. The workshop was completely destroyed when Goldar arrived. Finster’s machines lay smashed on the ground. It looked as if a tornado had decimated the area. “Baboo! Squatt! Finster! Are you here?” called Goldar. Goldar was answered with silence. He drew out his sword and carefully walked through the damage. A voice called out behind him. “Your friends were most delicious. But they were merely appetizers for the main course, you!” Goldar spun around and saw an enormous black dog glaring intently at him. “Who... What are you?!?” Goldar demanded. “Are you one of Finster’s monsters?” The dog chuckled. “Hardly. My name is G’mork. I work for the Nothing.” “What is your business here? Why have you attacked us?” “Because you are an embarrassment. To characters in general, but to villains specifically. Your continually pitiful performances against a group of color coordinated teenagers speaks for itself. At one point you were at least a little menacing, but now there is nothing remotely threatening about you," G’mork explained. Anger swelled in Goldar and he clinched his teeth. G’mork continued, “You are nothing more than a bunch of goof balls which would be better off forgotten. The Nothing has compelled me to devour you myself and ensure the end of your existence. No one will ever have to think about you again.” “How dare you!” shouted Goldar. “I am a proud warrior, and I won’t be spoken to this way.” G’mork lifted his head and proudly displayed his fangs. Goldar pointed his sword at his attacker and lunged toward G’mork.

I did not believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. Ava Lord had become the latest victim of this sick freak. I looked down at her mangled face and the gun glued to her right hand. Looks like the poor dame offed herself so she wouldn’t have to live the rest of her life with a hideous face. Sad. I stared at the word “Vanity” scrawled across the wall of her bedroom in her blood. Some other cops began casing the crime scene. For a long moment, I just stared at the word. Just a few short weeks ago this series of events would seem too crazy to be true, even for Basin City. The first instance was just another dead prostitute. A common occurrence around here, but it’s grizzly, sadistic nature caught everyone’s attention. This was no random hit. The girl’s jaw had been dislodged and a knife was jammed down her throat. The word “Lust” was displayed prominently at the scene of the crime. The girls of Old Town were enraged when we failed to produce a suspect. The next victim that popped up was a fat bastard forced to literally eat himself to death. He was targeted for his gluttony. Soon after the death of a Roark family member guilty of greed, the story was in all the papers. Some actually praised the serial killer for “Cleaning Up Sin City”. I just don’t understand people anymore. My thought process was broken up by an eager rookie still wet behind the ears. “How many Deadly Sins are there, again?” he asked. “Seven,” I replied. “But, that doesn’t mean the killer will stop after three more kills. I’m sure in his mind one person guilty of vanity is just as bad as another. There is definitely no shortage of sinners in this town. But, that doesn’t give this nut job the right to act as their judge, jury, and executioner. We need to stop him and stop him soon.” The rookie slowly nodded and joined me in studying the killer’s calling card message on the wall. “Just need to find the clues that will lead us to this scumbag,” I said quietly. A chest pain suddenly surged through my body. Damn angina! Keep it together, old man. I had put in my papers to retire a few days before the prostitute was found. I agreed to stay on until this case was closed. Just one last case. I needed to see it through to the end.

As Walter Bishop tinkered with a Bunsen burner, Agent Astrid Farnsworth headed to the door of the Havard lab. “I’m going to the store,” she announced, “would you like me to pick you up anything?” “Why yes, please. My supply of Red Vines is at an unacceptably low level,” replied Dr. Bishop. Astrid chuckled, but before she could exit the door she was stopped by the entrance of Agent Broyles and a skinny kid with curly hair. “I trust that store trip can wait. We have a situation,” said Broyles. “Would you like me to call Olivia?” asked Astrid. “No. She, along with Agent Lee and Peter, are still helping with that case from the Other Side. It would be bad for our fragile alliance to pull them so quickly.” Broyles stared intently at the boy he was with, who was now wondering around the lab in sheer amazement. Walter approached him and extended his hand. “Hello. I am Dr. Walter Bishop, and who might you be?” “I’m Samuel Powers. But my friends call me Screech.” Screech shook the doctor’s hand enthusiastically. “And I know who you are. I have read a lot of your work, and I’m a big fan. You are sort of an idol of mine. That’s why I know you may be the only one that can help me.” “What seems to be the problem?” asked Walter. “I have memories of people and places that don’t exist,” answered Screech. Walter lifted a brow. “Interesting. Have you been using any experimental drugs lately?” “No. No. It’s nothing like that. I was beginning to think that I dreamed about them, but I have proof of their existence. Well at least one of them.” Agent Broyles took out a picture of a group of high school seniors from a file and handed it to Walter. He carefully looked it over. “That’s me, Slater, my best friend Zack, Lisa, and Tori Scott,” explained Screech. Astrid looked confused. “So?” “The problem is there is no Tori Scott. She doesn’t exist,” Broyles said flatly. “There is no record of her in that school, in that city, in this country. No one remembers her.” “Not even the people in this picture?” asked Astrid. Screech looked at the ground sadly. “I’m the only one.” “Like she vanished into thin air,” Broyles concluded. “How fascinating,” Walter remarked. “Do you think she is from another time line like Peter?” Astrid wondered. “It’s an interesting theory. That still wouldn’t explain how this boy would remember her. You haven’t been dosed with Cortexiphan, have you?” asked Walter. “Not that I know of. But, I have been experimented on a lot.” “It’s possible this boy is gaining memories from an alternate version of himself like those poor people in Westfield. However, that wouldn’t explain the photograph unless it was somehow transported from the other side.” Walter noticed Screech nervously fidgeting with his hands. “Are you okay? Is there something you aren’t telling me?” Screech scrunched his face up for a moment before answering, “I’m not sure what is going on, but I think my best friend, Zack, is responsible. I found the picture in his room and he got angry when I asked him about her. He thought I tore it up, but I kept it.” “Where is Zack now?” “He has gone missing,” replied Broyles. “A couple of agents were asking him about the photo and they lost place of him.” “Lost place of him?” Astrid repeated. “Because not only is he the coolest guy in the world, he can freeze time!” announced Screech. Agent Broyles rolled his eyes. “He told me about one time,” insisted Screech, “he makes his hands make the letter ‘T’ and he says 'Time Out’ and freezes time. He proved it to me at an assembly by pantsing Mr. Belding. He has magic powers.” Walter scoffed. “Magical powers? That’s absurd. But it does sound like some sort of Fringe event is going on in that school. Perhaps your friend is linked to it.” Walter thought for a moment. “Earlier you said people and places, who else do you remember besides this girl?” “It’s really fuzzy, but recently I started to remember going to middle school in Minnesota with Zack and Lisa. We had a couple of other friends named Mikey and Nikki. Our teacher was named Miss Bliss and even Mr. Belding was there. But that conflicts with my memories of always being in California and growing up around Jessie and Kelly.” Astrid sighed, “I can’t keep up with all these names.” “I’m sorry I tend to ramble when I get worked up,” said Screech. “What do you think, Dr. Bishop?” asked Broyles. “My hypothesis still hinges on the possibility that the alternate universe where this Tori resides is bleeding through to our reality. But, the key may be finding this Zack and learning exactly what he knows and what he is capable of. I will need to study the place in person to be sure.” Walter motioned to Agent Farnsworth. “Astral! Gather my tools we are going to California.” Astrid brushed by Screech as he gave her a silly grin. He leaned toward Walter. “Do you think it would be okay if I could sit next to Agent Farnsworth on the trip back to California? She is really pretty and reminds me a little of the love of my life, Lisa.” Walter giggled. “I’m sure she would be delighted."