Road to Recovery is CANCELLED!!!



Chapter Five-


Helena looked around the corner. After a quick glance, she dropped back down next to Revenge.

“Looks like an army out there.” she said.

“It is.” Revenge said, slipping on his mask and utility belt.

Helena looked at him strangely before sliding her mask on and grinning wickedly.

“Let’s do this.” Revenge said. “Take them down hard.”

“Yes, sir Captain.” Holly replied bitterly.

Revenge shot her a look asking ‘What?’

Holly shot him one back that said ‘You know.’

Before the two could continue their silent conversation, Huntress interrupted.

“Something is happening.” she said.

Revenge shot Holly a look that said ‘We’ll talk about this later.’ and looked around the corner at what Huntress was pointing at.

A helicopter was landing, stirring up dust and small pieces of scrap wood and metal.

The helicopter landed and the propellers slowly came to a stop.

Soldiers lined up on either side of the door to the helicopter and saluted sharply as the door opened.

Joseph Stalin stepped out of the helicopter and onto American soil.

“Ah!” he said, taking a deep breath of American air. “The bitter smell of this foul country.”

“We’re in a warehouse, idiot.” Huntress muttered, but Revenge silenced her.

Stalin slowly walked through his ranks of soldiers as chalantly as possible. Two guards opened a door and Stalin walked through, the soldiers following.

“Now!” Revenge whispered.

The three teens darted across the open area where the chopper pilot was powering down.

Revenge opened up a panel in the wall and the three climbed in.

Revenge took the lead, navigating the air vents as if they were the back of his hand. The vents were rather large and the three teens didn’t even have to stoop. They continued to walk until Revenge stopped short. He looked through a vent into a room below.

It looked like the normal piles of junk you would see in someone’s warehouse. However, Stalin pressed a button on a keyboard laying near the middle of the pile and the junk slid aside to reveal a doorway.

“Now!” Revenge whispered.

Huntress busted out the vent cover, shocking the guards, Stalin, and giving Courage plenty of time to shoot toxic darts at the guards.

Revenge leaped down and ran after Stalin who was fleeing past the slowly closing doorway.

“Revenge!” Courage exclaimed, running towards the door.

It was too late. Revenge and Stalin were locked in.

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Revenge pursued the dictator, determined not to let him escape again. He followed Stalin through a few rooms and down several flights of stairs before the two stopped of shortness of breath.

“Freeze, Stalin!” Revenge yelled, pulling out a dagger.

“If you insist.” Stalin said, turning around and raising his hands in surrender.

Revenge’s quick reflexes failed him. It took him two long seconds to notice the remote in Stalin’s hand. By the time he saw it, a glass cage had locked him where he was.

“You filthy piece of-!” Revenge was cut short by gas filtering into the chamber. The Black Hero went for his re-breather, but dropped to the ground before he could place it in his mouth. Seemingly dead.

Stalin laughed.

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Huntress perched on the rooftop, looking down on the warehouse.

“Revenge, come in!” Courage said behind her.

“Will you stop that?” Huntress asked, standing up. “You’ve been calling for fifteen minutes!”

“Well what do you suggest I do?” Courage asked, yanking her mask off infuriated.

“Shut up for one.” Huntress said. “Tall, dark, and handsome can take care of himself.”

“I swear if you flirt with my boyfriend again, I will rip your-”

“Shut it, plant-girl.” Huntress said.

“Look here.” Holly said, grabbing Huntress and looking her in the eye. “I’ve had just about enough of you trying to steal my boyfriend.”

Huntress laughed and brushed Holly’s hand off before removing her mask.

“Does this face look familiar?” Huntress asked.

In fact, it did. Holly studied it for a few more moments. The perfect form of it, the eyes and the hair, along with her attention to detail almost made her look like...

“Catwoman?” Holly asked.

Helena laughed again and shrugged. “You could say that, she was-is-my mother.”

“And your dad?”

Helena frowned. “Not important. Point is, it’s in my genes to flirt with the hottest and most mysterious guys. Your boyfriend and I happen to go way back. He’s the one who turned me from a crook to a hero.”

Holly just looked at her for a moment. “Well genes or not, don’t flirt with Sam again.”

“No promises.” Helena said and leapt off the rooftop.

Holly frowned and followed, sliding on her mask as she did.

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Revenge hated waking up chained to a board with an evil back-from-the-dead-dictator smiling in front of him.

Unfortunately, it was becoming a habit.

“What do you want this time, Stalin?” Revenge asked.

“Simple.” the former-dictator replied. “You.”

“That sounds wrong.” Revenge said.

“Let me re-phrase myself.” Stalin said. “Your genes.”

“Excuse me?” Revenge asked.

“See, if I make a clone of you, your friends won’t know the difference. I can destroy them and their mentors and take control of what is rightfully mine!”

“What would be ‘rightfully yours’?”

“The world.”

“At least you spared me the five-hour lecture.” Revenge muttered.

“It’s all part of the plan.” Stalin said, walking towards a control panel on the wall. “Your friends are undoubtedly on their way to free you. Instead of explaining my whole plan and giving your friends time to save you,”

Stalin pulled the switch down and electricity surged through Revenge’s body, causing him to yell in pain. “I go for the kill.”