Friday, June 14, 2013

Counter Strike

Thanks to the ongoing nocturnal assaults by Talanda, Janx hadn’t enjoyed a decent night’s sleep in weeks. He’d been beheaded, boiled in oil, impaled on spikes and subjected to all manner of gruesome indignities. Her attacks had not debilitated him as she had, no doubt, intended but had, instead, strengthened his resolve to overcome whatever the Universe might hurl at him.

He was Janx, dammit! He was a tenured Academy professor…a xenobioligist without peer…a master of Molecular Manipulation Sciences…not someone to be toyed with. Today was all about making a statement to those that would hound and harass him. The death of that damnable traitorous furball Gunther would send a clear message. Leave…Janx…alone!

The chronometric goggles he wore spun slowly forward as he watched the entrance to the Felinoid headquarters. Before long he would know the precise future time when Gunther would next emerge. Then, the real fun would begin.



This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: Mastermind. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 14th such and previous installments may be found here.

2 comments:

  1. loooooooooove the ongoing adventures of Janx!! now i have to zip over and read the next installment....I'd pay money to see a showdown between Janx and Gunther!!!

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  2. Quite intrigued and many just have to visit these past installments :)

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