The Creeping Killer(s)

[Sandman XI]

Wesley is up to his eyeballs in gunk again. The nausea almost overwhelms him, but he continues to stand firm. And that's about all he can do.

[Dr Archeville]

Wesley is stunned by the blow from the huge blob, and reels form the impact.

The blobs continue to try and devour the young man.

The large blob lands a solid hit on his right leg, exploding in the process due to contact with Knight's biodisruptive aura.

The huge one also lands a solid hit on Wesley's left arm, and barely seems to register his biodisruptive aura.

The gargantuan blob flops a good deal of its bulk onto Wesley... and then is very, very still.

[Sandman XI]

Slowly but surely is beaten by giant hungry pooblobs. In the back of his mind he sees tomorrow's newspaper. It's headline gleams, "New Hero Fights Evil Poo'. he sees a picture of himself under it smiling while covered in the gunk. Oh to be out of here and up there, he thinks, gotta make it, GOTTA MAKE IT!

[Dr Archeville]

Wesley is stunned again by the assaults.

For a brief moment, Wesley is safe -- the Gargantuan blob is motionless, and the Huge one misses him.

[Sandman XI]

Welsey refocuses himself, taking in every bit of him to fight off the fatigue and recover. He never thought watching wrestling would be informational. He avoids dramatically pointing his finger at his opponent.

[Dr Archeville]

Wesley focuses on super-charging his own ability to heal. It's... almost... there....

The huge blob takes a swing at hi, but misses.

[Sandman XI]

"I will not be your dinner," Wesley roars with a surge of adrenaline rolling through him.

[Dr Archeville]

The blob does not react. The blob does not care. The blob cannot be reasoned with.

The blob misses.

[Sandman XI]

Wesley focuses his the energy that is pulsating from him outwards. "This ends now," he growls to the unknowing pieces of sentient poo. His green sheen turns a dark pulsating purple as it goes outward, engulfing the disabled and the alive masses of gunk.

[Dr Archeville]

Sickly purple energies radiate off of Wesley, causing the huge blob to implode and wither. The gargantuan blob wiggles and writhes, but it's still mostly intact (and still immobile).

[Sandman XI]

Wesley wonders what's keeping the head blob alive. He uses his mental sight to check on the monster to see if there's something he needs to do. "Huh, it's just a giant version of the rest of them," he says contemplatively. "Well, time for lights out, ya filthy animal... blob... thing." Wesley's aura turns the green it was beforeas he smashes into the head blob several times over, going for a mortal wound.

[Dr Archeville]

After beating on it for almost half a minute, the horrible tihng finally ruptures and bursts, spewing goo everywhere.

Mashin-Kun looks as if he would vomit, if he could.

[Sandman XI]

Wesley feels like a ton of bad roadwork, but he is pleased. This was the most gruelling night of his life. His first real hero job. Yet no one was there to see it. Well, except for the kid. He wasn't looking too happy though. Wesley smiles, "It's OK," he said leaning against a wall and slowly sliding down it into the restful sitting position, "We've saved the day. No longer will people die because of these things." Looking around at all the mess, he sighs and smiles, "Then again, no one will know but us. Being a hero is a thankless job sometimes."

[Dr Archeville]

Wesley and Mashin-Kun slowly trace their way back out of the sewer/access tunnels, and emerge near the westernmost edge of the Hanover Zoo. Wesley feels bruised over every inch of his body, but a quick check reveals nothing is broken or seriously injured.

Well, nothing except his nose. It was going to take several hot showers to get the stink and the feel of the corrosive slime (and other... things) off of him. Still, he knew he'd done the right thing, and for the first time in a long time -- since that accident years ago back in his hometown -- he felt at peace with himself, if only for a moment.

The papers reported a complete drop in acid-based murders.

---

Weeks earlier....

Now look what you did!

Me? You're the one that got in my way! That catalyst won't work for this, we need-

Oh, don't worry about that, look at this mess! We barely got to examine half those formula samples!

Oh, forget them, they're over 60 years old and probably degraded past usefulness anyway.

You may not want to follow OSHA practices, but we do.

Dr. Archeville sighed as he began to clean up the spilled contents of the tubes he had recently purchased, which the seller claimed were from a "South American Nazi Lab." He knew his grandfather had fled there after World War II, but never really pursued much of anything about him, partly out of concern that others may think he was going to continue his grandfather's work (which included chemical weaponry, size-alteration techniques, clockwork automata, and time manipulation). Still, he was curious, yet skeptical, about the purchase.

Unseen by Archeville, a few barely-perceptible droplets of the formulas -- which were indeed from his grandfather Verrill's South American laboratory -- dribbled down one of the sinks and down into Freedom's sewage system.

~fin~