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Arcademan:
Starting tonight...

"Christmas in the Arcademan Universe"

Santa's in trouble and it's up to Arcademan to come to the rescue. This was a story I wrote back in 2003...a total of 10 chapters, which I'll be posting a chapter every few days during the holidays. Hope you enjoy the story :)

EDIT: Forgot the [ORG]...thanks, SLi :D

Arcademan:
Arcademan and related characters are trademarks of  Arcademan Universe Unlimited. Used with permission (ME!). Any reproduction of story without permission of the author is prohibited. Written for fun and not for profit...

The following story may contain descriptions of violence and
suggested language.

Prologue

DECEMBER 20, ...

In a spacious castle right on the top of the world...the North Pole
to be precise, a bearded old man sporting a red jacket and sweatpants
sits at his desk and pours over a printed readout. After adjusting
his glasses, he turns to the computer and after a few strikes of the
keyboard and a click of a mouse, reads a rather long list of names
listed on the computer monitor.

"Kris?!! Are you there at your desk?" yelled a voice from across the
room. An elderly woman walked into the room and towards him as he
turned to answer her.

"Yes, dear. You know me. It's the 20th of December and I'm determined
to make this Christmas the absolute best one ever." This got a
chuckle from his wife.

"Kris Kringle! You say the same thing every year. Your expectations
are always so high...but that's why I married you and love you so
much." as she gave her husband a kiss on his cheek.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!!! That tickles, Mama." laughed Kris as his stomach
shaked like a bowl full of jelly.

As his wife strolled out of the room, she said "Heaven forbid if
Santa Claus fails to live up to expectations. Stay there and finish
your list of good little boys and girls and I'll fix you a snack."

Santa picks up the phone at his desk and dials a number.

"Santa's workshop. Dingle here..."

"Dingle? Santa here. How's the toymaking coming along?"

"Right on schedule, sir. We'll have everything done and ready by
Christmas Eve. Wait till you see some of the great stuff we made this
year."

"Very good, Dingle. Continue on." As Santa hung up the phone, he
stretched back in his chair.

"Yes, sir...this is going to be the best Christmas the world will
ever see!"

Not realizing at that moment, dark forces were were en route to the
North Pole determined to prevent such a thing from happening...

Thus begins "Christmas in the Arcademan Universe...

Arcademan:
CHAPTER ONE

Heading to the North Pole, a single figure floats towards its
destination. Completely cloaked in a off-black robe, including its
face, a globe of unimaginative power follows behind.

His name is Orb-Necro. His mission...only he knows for now.

After arriving at the North Pole, Orb-Necro scans the area and sees
absolutely nothing but ice all around.

"Just what I thought...no signs of a castle." Then he turned towards
his orb of power.

"Orb...reveal the gate between normal and exus space!" The orb glowed
brightly and soon revealed a window in front of the archmage. Inside
of the window was the castle and workshop of Santa Claus.

"Now for the next part of my plan." as Orb-Necro headed straight for
the castle doors. With a single thought from him to the orb, a bolt
of energy melts the heavy metal doors to the castle. The archmage
floated inside and gave the orb another command.

"Orb...split up and search for the one named Claus." The orb
shimmered and then replicated itself ten times, each one taking off
in a different direction. Scant moments later, one returned and
blinked in code to the Orb-Master.

"The workroom, eh? Very good. Let us give him our regards, orbs."

MEANWHILE...BACK IN THE REAL WORLD: PHOENIX, AZ

Five men run down the street and into an alley, closely followed by
two others giving chase. The big difference: these two were flying
and were wearing colorful costumes...Arcademan and Flora...two
members of the Arcade Brigade.

"Let's catch these little bastards that robbed the bank and fast! I'm
freezing out here, Arcade!" said Flora in her usual and typical
sarcastic tone.

"Don't blame me, Flora. You wanted to come along...you should've
known it was cold out here tonight." Flora gave Arcademan a smirk.
Being a plant elemental pixie, Flora was used to warmer temperatures
and not the near record freezing temperature that was hitting the
Valley of the Sun.

Arcademan flew ahead and floated down in front of the bank robbers.
Upon seeing him, they tried to turn around only to find Flora
standing there.

"WE can do this the easy way or WE can do this the HARD way,
gentlemen...your choice." Arcademan was cracking his knuckles looking
for a fight. Three of them lunged at him while the other two took off
towards Flora.

"Heh, Arcade...looks like we're doing things the FUN way tonight!"
With a quick succession of punches, all five robbers fell down.
Arcademan jumped on top of a nearby dumpster while Flora looked down
at the group of guys.

"Well, that was sort of anti-clamatic, wouldn't you say, Arcademan?
These clods should know better than to try something like robbing a
bank while we're around. Some people never learn."

Suddenly one of the robbers jumped up and grabbed the lovely young
pixie from behind and pointed a gun to her head. Arcademan continued
to sit with no reaction.

"Sir...you really do not want to do this." said Arcademan to the
robber.

"Big talk, hero!!! Make a move and you pixie friend is losing her
head." as he continued to point the gun at Flora's head.

"No...you misunderstand. I'm not worried about her...I'm worried
about what she's going to do to you. See...Flora has this intense
hatred towards guns. She was almost killed by one and will not
hesitate to kill anyone with a gun." Arcademan did one of those rare
smiles.

The guy turned and looked at Flora. If looks could kill, he would be
dead and buried six feet under. Flora grabbed his hand holding the
gun and with superhuman strength, broke the gun and the hand with one
quick squeeze. The other robbers pulled out their guns and began to
fire at Flora, only to have their bullets stop short of their target,
thanks to a mystical shield.

"You guys were warned. Don't blame me for your stupidity" as
Arcademan watched on as Flora spoke a single command...

"HELL'S IVY!!!"

Vines shot up from the ground, instantly binding the five to the
ground. Thorns began to sprout from the vines and before they could
pierce their bodies, the thorns stop.

"Don't move a muscle. The thorns contain poison. There is no cure if
you poke yourselves." Then Flora walked over to Arcademan, who was
still sitting on top of the dumpster.

"Dammit, Arcade! You know I hate guns!!! Why didn't you help out?!!"
yelled the pixie.

"Chill out. You wanted action, I gave it to you. Stop complaining
already." Arcademan walked around the alley.

"Hmmm...odd indeed. Flora, do you see any sign of the money these
guys stole?"

Flora looked around. "Now that you mention it...no. Wonder where it
is?"

"Easy enough to find out." Arcademan walked to one of the robbers
still tied up in Flora's vines.

"He will tell us everything we want to know..."

To be continued...

Arcademan:
Photo Album 1: Flora



Drew this one a couple of years ago...doesn't show up well as a small picture...come to think about it...it's almost as bad as a big picture.Full-sized Picture I'll draw a new one soon :)

Arcademan:
CHAPTER TWO

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE NORTH POLE...

Santa continued to work on his list of good little boys and girls
when he heard a slight creaking of the doors behind him.

"Is that my sandwich, mama? Making a list and checking it twice sure
builds one's appetite."

However as Santa turned around to greet his wife, he saw instead a
floating being completely cloaked in off-black.

"Sorry, old man. Your lovely little wife couldn't make it. My name is
Orb-Necro and I have a need of your extraordinary talents."

Santa immediately jumped out of his seat and faced the archmage.

"Where is my wife?!!"

Orb-Necro drifted up higher aboved him. "Don't worry. Your wife...as
well as all the elves in your workshop are safe for the moment. How
safe they stay, well...that's entirely up to you and your cooperation
to me, Mr. Kringle."

Santa paused for a moment and then conceded to the villain.

"You have me in a compromised situation. What do you want of me, Orb-
Necro?"

"I need to know how you are able to travel the entire world in one
night. Such a means is valuable for me to know if I am able to assist
my Lord Pyrogod in conquering the forces of Light. And remember,
failure to cooperate will mean the destruction of everything you hold
dear."

Santa gave a heavy sigh and then turned to the closet and put on his
trademark red suit.

"Follow me to the stables. All will be revealed there."

The police had arrived to arrest and take away the five robbery
suspects that Arcademan and Flora had captured however there was no
sign of the stolen money.

"According to that thug, there apparently was a sixth member of their
little group. The others were merely interference while he made his
escape." Arcademan's voice was sounding a little testy.

One of the police officers confronted the hero. "They gave us a
description of their buddy and I put out an APB on him. We'll get him
and the money back. Thanks to you and Flora, the others were caught.
That counts for something."

After the police left, Arcademan continued to pace around.

"Arcade, let's get back to the headquarters. Nothing else to do here
and I'm freezing out here."

"How could we let him get away?!!" Arcademan looked out into the
street. There were lots of people walking and driving
around...finishing their holiday shopping. He hear the bell ringing
over at the front of a store where Santa Claus was in front of the
Salvation Army kettle, accepting donations. Suddenly Arcademan's eyes
went wide.

"Good God! I can't believe this! It can't be that simple!!!"

Flora looked a bit puzzled. "What's wrong? What's going on,
Arcademan?"

Arcademan pointed at the Santa in front of the store, which was at
that point packing up and putting everything in his toy bag.

"He. The person dressed as Santa. He's the sixth robber. Get him,
Flora!!!"

"I'm on him, Arcade." As Flora flew at the guy, he dropped the bag
and started running for his life. As the pixie came closer, the guy
panicked and drew out his gun and pointed it at her.

Arcademan picked up the fallen bag and thought to himself "Oh, great.
He drew a gun. He must really be in pixie-assisted suicides." At that
moment, Flora punched the would-be gunman square in the jaw. He fell
unconsciuos to the ground as the police drove up.

Arcademan also threw the bag of money at the feet at the police.

"There's your sixth robber and there's the stolen money. Flora, let's
head out." And both Arcademan and Flora flew off into the chilly
night sky.

"Thanks, guys and Happy Holidays to you both."

The two arrived at the Arcade Brigade headquarters where Flora
quickly hopped into the shower and turned up the water all the
way...hot of course. Arcademan sat down on the couch.

"Man, I can't get warm enough! Besides, I have the stink of human all
over me. That creep touched me. Yuck!!! Hey, Arcade. How did you know
that was the crook?"

Arcademan stretched out a bit on the couch. "Well, I've met Santa
Claus before and this guy wasn't even close to looking like him."

"Santa Claus...real?!! You're pulling my wings! He's a myth...a
legend...a fable."

Arcademan answered back. "He's real all right...not like the Easter
Bunny or the Tooth Fairy..."

"Hey!!!" yelled Flora. "Don't badmouth my faerie friends!!!"

"Well...anyhoo, I helped him out before and even once, he helped me
with a problem not too long ago. One of these days, I'll introduce
you to Kris. He's a great guy."

Arcademan walked into the control room where Striker was. A fellow
hero and computer whiz, he was manning the room to watch out for any
global catastrophes.

"Hey, Arcademan. Except for you little bank robbery bust, it's been a
pretty slow night."

"Figures. The only reason we're here...your family is out of state,
Flora has no real family here on the mortal plane and I am always
here. For some strange reason, I have a feeling that something big is
going to go down. I can sense it." says Arcademan.

"Man, why can't you ever predict a quiet night for a change." laughed
Striker.

To be continued...

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