“Fuck me!” the green flames seared metal. The liquifying substance heated that Rick felt on his skin as the spear sears into the armour. Excalibur twists, barely re-forged.
Guinevere cackles.
Susan aims. Her finger pulls both triggers unleashing a flurry of pellets into the immortal and ancient evil.
From around Rick’s neck absorbing the green flame a pencil size dragon emerges. Lightning shooting from its mouth striking Guinevere in the right eye jerking her back. Rick smirks. She won’t release the spear now embedded into his abdomen. The abdomen and armour of the Bionic Knight—the PenDragon—reincarnated—rebirthed—King Arthur of Camelot. A magic spear that is apart of her form.
He hears Susan open the shotgun again she is searching for more shells.
The Ancient Evil, kingdom destroyer, power seeker… truly what Shakespeare described in absolute power corrupts…absolutely. She locks eyes into Rick’s as Pen circles. Rick notes the green flames licking at the miniature dragon.
He flashes a grin to Susan, and a wink. Mouths simply, “I love you.”
“Aww, what a lie Arthur.” Guinevere said.
She was mere inches away from him now. Rick could feel the blood beginning to boil. He locks eyes on Guinevere. “For the last time, I am not Arthur. I am Rick Saturn, and unlike you sad power players, that woman over there and I are deeply in love.” Rick nods ever so slightly, as he raises Excalibur up, the green flame flowing around it. “And I end you, so she may live”
A roar of a much larger dragon escapes Pen’s mouth as he swoops up under Guinevere’s chin and chomps down on the shadow neck as the green flame channels through him like a chocolate milkshake through a straw.
Unearthly wail escapes Guinevere’s lips.
Excalibur slams into her side and upward shards exploding inside her as Rick smile widens. “Two simple words queeny! Bionics Off!” the last word capped by a bubble of blood he spits forward.
Lightning erupts.
“Rick!”
Green flame and fog suck in.
Implosion.
Susan stands. Johnny Power and Speedster are still down in need of medical aid. Somewhere in the sound vacuum there is ambulances coming. MacKay pushes himself up to a knee but can’t catch his breath, a broken rib or three. The Great Crime Fighters sidelined. Once more victory left to the Bionic Knight.
Susan’s ears ring as she stares at the spot where the three mystical figures brought to a conclusion a story of hatred and betrayal as old as time.
The silence vacuum ends.
Susan watches as a flash.
The very human form of Rick Saturn lands on the asphalt.
A wound in his side.
His blood on the concrete.
She runs to him.
A hint of fog.
Guinevere’s body.
Still alive.
Decaying like a zombie as she crawls towards Rick. A shard of Excalibur in her hand. “Die Arthur.”
Susan’s boot slams into her jaw.
She hears a rattle from Rick’s body.
She is at his side. Guinevere pushing herself up hissing. But Susan focuses on her husband. Her high school sweet heart, soul mate, the one that made her whole.
Her hand slips into his burned hand.
“Sorry, Susie.”
“Shhhh… Rest. I hear an ambulance.”
Rick shakes his head as a coughing fit over comes him. “Sorry I didn’t make it back.” His voice is fading.
Susan feels the water in her eyes of her heart breaking. When she believed he was dead she chose a new path. Now she knew he wasn’t and to save the world he had again put his life on the line. Only the ancient evil was stumbling in old b movie horror zombie slo-mo towards them.
Susan kissed Rick.
Guinevere’s newly decomposing mouth freezes and for a moment MacKay’s old eyes thinks he sees the ancient evil mouth “No.”
A brilliant golden flash baths the area.
And gray dust is all that remains of the ancient evil.
Susan feels the burned skin of Rick’s body flake away. His rattling chest stops. His eyes close as her tears hit his cheek.
His eyes pop open.
Golden light floods out of his body.
She smiles.
He heals.
Absolute power may corrupt absolutely. The curse of Camelot and the corruption of absolute power is answered…for your see….
As Rick and Susan have always known.
Love wins.
Sealed with a kiss.
Reborn with the water of a tear.
A New Beginning…