An immortal sociopathic alien entity has been playing with the lives of Supras and Canadians for many years. Years ago, Speare’s friend’s husband came back from the Purgatory between H’el and Valhalla having sacrificed his physical health to vanquish the entity and release its hold on one John MacCurtis, the current mayor of the city.
Yet a string of murders starting with a mystery lady named Reesa has laid the ground work that this entity is not vanquished, and there is a strong possibility that the first victim is actually alive, under an assumed name as the mayor’s hired gunsal, and well, said hired gun was actually carrying the current resurrected sociopathic entity.
This was confirmed in a night meeting, in a closed urban garden with the immortal alien entity known colloquially as Zeus, but the past 40 years had been the hero to Canada known as Zed. The monk that had opened a gap in time and space to reveal a weapon that may do what Natan had been unable to do in the in between.
Zed held the ancient war hammer of the mythological Norse God of Thor. It was tipped with a spike.
Natan smiled at his lover as he reached for it. “Run him through and poof.”
Zed nodded, “but first you have to get him to leave his host and face you as himself.”
Sax looked to Speare, “basically abandoned the one we believe to be Reesa.”
“What happens when this thing leaves a host?” Speare asked.
Natan cracked his knuckles. “It de-aged MacCurtis, but he was alive when he was possessed, erased most of his memories of the time, until the reawakening of the Great Crime Fighters the past few years.” Speare nodded, others dubbed it the renewal of hope, but same thing when the true heroes came back. “However if Reesa were dead when taken possession of, there would be but dust left.”
Natan advances towards Zed, “I will finish it this time.”
Speare sidesteps swiping the hammer. Zed laughs. “No, Nate, look you and Sax have a chance at living a life without boundaries, let your love shine. This is the crap I do for my pay cheque.”
It is Sax’s turn to laugh. “You actually think if you pull this out the mayor will pay you?”
“It’s an election year, there is nothing like occult and alien conspiracy in the office to drive paying of invoices on time to ensure proper cover up.” Speare said.
“Speare, I failed the first time to end Thor, I need to finish it.” Natan said.
Speare simply shook his head and hefted the hammer. “No.”
“How will you get him out of, what does she call herself currently, Slick?” Natan asked.
Speare paused, he had not thought that far ahead rather than just try his normal annoying ways to goad the entity to hopefully striking out and creating an opening. The truth was Speare was more focused on keeping Sax’s husband alive so they could enjoy the weird spontaneous healing this case had inexplicably brought for him, rather than having him come even remotely close to tangling with this thing again.
A quick glance back and Zed had pulled a Batman.
From inside his coat pocket Natan pulls out a smart phone and swipes across John’s number. “MacCurtis, Sax and I need to see you at your office, 30 minutes. Someone murdered Malcolm.”
Some things Speare had not thought out on stopping, that phone call was one. 30 minutes to end game.