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IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE POSTED A STORY...SORRY ABOUT THAT. THE POWERS THAT BE HAVE SO MANY RESTRICTIONS ON WHAT SITES I CAN VISIT AND TIS WAS NOT ONE OF THEM...YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES...ANYWAY HERE IS GINGERLOXX:SINS OF THE FATHER, PART I
I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.....
GINGERLOXX--SINS OF THE FATHER
In the time since the Syndicate had been dismantled, Third Eye decided to rejoin her comrades in the search for Cronus, and Goldenmayne had graduated from River City University and left for Europe to tend to her father. This left Gingerloxx all alone to once again take on the criminals of River City. Fortunately, it has been pretty quiet. Dr. DiSalvo has made good use of her downtme to perfect her gadgets. She invented a billiard bopgun that shoots a miniaturized version of her signature billiard balls. All she has to do now is point and shoot at her adversaries instead of having to rely on her throwing arm. Her cue staff can be expanded or collapsed to fight in any size fighting space.
The most important change she has made is her costume. She traded in her black, bulky bodystocking, for a plain red leotard made of the same bulletproof material; she kept the black eye mask, black tights, and black anti-gravity boots that allow her to fly.
Unfortunately, things have been getting very scary lately; she is being stalked. There have been telephone calls late at night where nobody when she answers. Cryptic messages have been left on her answering machine during the day. A dead dog was left on her front stoop overnight for her to find the next morning. Police have not been able to find any clues to who is responsible, and surprisingly, Ginger hasn't been able to turn up anything on her own either.
At first, she thought it could be someone she put away, but she figured that was silly. None of the bad guys knew she was really Bonnie...except Cronus, but he's much too cerebral to resort to plain old harrassment to get revenge on Gingerloxx. This was a conundrum that required all of Ginger's genius. All the calls were made from different pay phones, so they couldn't be traced to the same person. The dog wasn't mutilated; instead it was bundled neatly in a small blanket inside a basket, almost like abandonded babies were left ack in the old days. The clues seemed to point to a methodical psycho who liked animals.
The clock struck ten. It was time to partol the streets once more. Ginger hopped on her motorcycle and left the garage, disheartened she was no closer to finding her stalker. She didn't even make it three blocks when she suddenly hear a cry for help from what appeeared to be a middle-aged woman nearby. She quickly pulled over and saw two large shadows--one of a man, another of a woman--struggling in the alley. Without a moment's hessitation, she drew her billiard bopgun and tiptoed the left corner; sure enough, a man and woman were fighting over a purse.
"Let go of my purse!" the woman shouted. "Please let go, I'm homeless. It's all I have left in this world."
"Nice try, lady," the man said, tugging tenaciously. "With a purse like this, I know you're loaded!"
"Hey!" Ginger interrupted, aiming her bopgun. "The lady said back away from the purse."
"Oh, crap!" the man said, promptly letting go, and making a break for it.
"Well, that went easier than expected," Ginger thought as the grateful woman ran toward her. "Too easy."
"Oh, thank you. Thank you, young lady!" the woman exclaimed and embraced her.
"I'm just doing doing my job, Ma'am," Ginger replied. "I heard you tell him you were homeless. Would you like me to take you to a shelter? There's one right on..."
"Oh no, that won't be neccessary." the woman interrupted. "I just told that whopper to try to get him to let go is all. Here, let me give you a reward, for being such brave young lady," she said, opening her purse.
"Oh, Ma'am, I can't take your money."
"Who said anything about money?" the woman asked, pulling out and shocking Ginger with a taser before she had time to react, knocking her out instantly. "Come on out, Roy!" she spoke in a walkie talkie.
A green van pulled up next to Ginger's unconsious body, and the man jumped out and asked, "Did I do good, Ma?"
"You did real good! Now get Dr. DiSalvo in the van. We got a bone to pick with her."the woman answered.
WHO IS THIS MOTHER AND SON TEAM? HOW DO THEY KNOW GINGERLOXX'S TRUE IDENTITY? FIND OUT THE ANSWER TO THESE AND OTHER QUESTIONS IN PART 2 OF SINS OF THE FATHER
Sins of the Father
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Yo Mistah!
Nice to see you back! Of course, your propensity for cutting off stories right when they get good is kinda frustrating, but I guess I'm guilty of it too! :-D
Nice start on the story! Looking forward to more! 8)
Nice to see you back! Of course, your propensity for cutting off stories right when they get good is kinda frustrating, but I guess I'm guilty of it too! :-D
Nice start on the story! Looking forward to more! 8)
"I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer." - Paul Atredes
A very promising start to this story, indeed! Nice to see a new one from you. I hope more's coming soon!
"Resistance is futile!"
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING INSTALLMENT CONTAINS SOPHOMORIC HUMOR AND IS VERY THIN ON PLOT. APOLOGIZING IN ADVANCE, MISTAHGONE.
When Ginger came to, she realized that her boots had been removed, hand hands and feet had been bound to a four-post bed, and her bopgun had been taken. She frantically tugged at her restraints, which tightened the more she struggled. It was only after a few seconds of struggling that she had realized that her eye mask was missing also. Her identity had been exposed.
“Enjoy your rest, Dr. DiSalvo?” the woman asked, entering the room with a sneer curling her lip.
“What do you want from me?” Ginger asked
“That’s a DiSalvo for you, slow as the day is long,” the woman remarked as she sat at the foot of the bed. “I’m willing to bet you ain’t figure out who I am yet.”
“That was my next question, yes,”
“They ain’t much for remembering folk neither,” she said, shaking her head.
“Look, I don’t know how you know who I am, but would you mind keeping it a secret?” Ginger asked.
“Don’t worry about that!” the woman replied. “Your secret is safe with me. Besides, you ain’t goin’ nowhere until you can figure out who I am.”
“Perhaps you can give me a clue?” Ginger pleaded, stalling the woman as she wriggled her left wrist free.
“You want a clue? I already gave you a clue! I put one on your got-damn doorstep. If’n you can’t figure that out, you’re as dense as your old man is!”
“Listen, I’m nothing like my father!” Ginger said, pretending like her hand was still tied to the post, while she worked on the other hand. “I care about people!”
“Do you now?” the woman asked. “You run around town in tights like Wonder Woman while real people like me have to collect Social Security just because your father robbed us blind!”
“Ha, ha,” Ginger said, and playfully stuck out her tongue. “You just gave me a clue.”
“So I did, but I bet yer still no closer to figuring out who I am,” the woman stewed, folding her arms. “Yer daddy screwed a lot of people, Bonnie. That’s right, I know yer first name, too!” the woman added, pointing at Ginger scornfully.
“I never would’ve thought,” Ginger muttered, shaking her head.
“Are you mockin’ me?”
“Are you mockin’ me?”
“Stop it!”
“Stop it!”
“I said, stop it!”
“I said,…uh-oh!” Ginger paused when she saw the bopgun aimed directly at her by the woman’s son.
“Good job, Jasper,” the woman said. “Keep the gun aimed at yer cousin like a good boy.”
“Cousin?” Ginger asked.
“Aw shit, I let another clue slip out!” the woman groan in exasperation
“Don’t take it too hard, Auntie,” Ginger said unraveling her right wrist from her binds, but the woman couldn’t see it because her face was buried in her hands. “How about you cut your losses, and let me go. I promise the judge will go easy on you and Jasper.”
“Hell no!” the woman shouted. “That brother-in-law of mine has a score to settle and you are it.”
“What do you mean, I’m it?”
WHAT INDEED DOES THIS LONG LOST FAMILY MEMBER MEAN? ARE THERE ANY MORE ABSENT-MINDED RELATIVES IN GINGER’S FAMILY TREE? FIND OUT IN PART 3 OF SINS OF THE FATHER: GINGERLOXX'S SWAN SONG.
When Ginger came to, she realized that her boots had been removed, hand hands and feet had been bound to a four-post bed, and her bopgun had been taken. She frantically tugged at her restraints, which tightened the more she struggled. It was only after a few seconds of struggling that she had realized that her eye mask was missing also. Her identity had been exposed.
“Enjoy your rest, Dr. DiSalvo?” the woman asked, entering the room with a sneer curling her lip.
“What do you want from me?” Ginger asked
“That’s a DiSalvo for you, slow as the day is long,” the woman remarked as she sat at the foot of the bed. “I’m willing to bet you ain’t figure out who I am yet.”
“That was my next question, yes,”
“They ain’t much for remembering folk neither,” she said, shaking her head.
“Look, I don’t know how you know who I am, but would you mind keeping it a secret?” Ginger asked.
“Don’t worry about that!” the woman replied. “Your secret is safe with me. Besides, you ain’t goin’ nowhere until you can figure out who I am.”
“Perhaps you can give me a clue?” Ginger pleaded, stalling the woman as she wriggled her left wrist free.
“You want a clue? I already gave you a clue! I put one on your got-damn doorstep. If’n you can’t figure that out, you’re as dense as your old man is!”
“Listen, I’m nothing like my father!” Ginger said, pretending like her hand was still tied to the post, while she worked on the other hand. “I care about people!”
“Do you now?” the woman asked. “You run around town in tights like Wonder Woman while real people like me have to collect Social Security just because your father robbed us blind!”
“Ha, ha,” Ginger said, and playfully stuck out her tongue. “You just gave me a clue.”
“So I did, but I bet yer still no closer to figuring out who I am,” the woman stewed, folding her arms. “Yer daddy screwed a lot of people, Bonnie. That’s right, I know yer first name, too!” the woman added, pointing at Ginger scornfully.
“I never would’ve thought,” Ginger muttered, shaking her head.
“Are you mockin’ me?”
“Are you mockin’ me?”
“Stop it!”
“Stop it!”
“I said, stop it!”
“I said,…uh-oh!” Ginger paused when she saw the bopgun aimed directly at her by the woman’s son.
“Good job, Jasper,” the woman said. “Keep the gun aimed at yer cousin like a good boy.”
“Cousin?” Ginger asked.
“Aw shit, I let another clue slip out!” the woman groan in exasperation
“Don’t take it too hard, Auntie,” Ginger said unraveling her right wrist from her binds, but the woman couldn’t see it because her face was buried in her hands. “How about you cut your losses, and let me go. I promise the judge will go easy on you and Jasper.”
“Hell no!” the woman shouted. “That brother-in-law of mine has a score to settle and you are it.”
“What do you mean, I’m it?”
WHAT INDEED DOES THIS LONG LOST FAMILY MEMBER MEAN? ARE THERE ANY MORE ABSENT-MINDED RELATIVES IN GINGER’S FAMILY TREE? FIND OUT IN PART 3 OF SINS OF THE FATHER: GINGERLOXX'S SWAN SONG.
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THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST GINGERLOXX STORY I DO BECAUSE FRANKLY MY HEART'S NOT IN IT ANYMORE...I MAY COME BACK WITH A NEW CHARACTER, SO STAY TUNED FOR THAT.
“Since yer wrapped up with no place to go…I might as well drop the act,” the woman sighed, changing her voice from country bumpkin to a sophisticated cosmopolitan. “Like I said, your father ripped off a lot of people, Bonnie, even his own flesh and blood.”
“So why kidnap me to tell me that?” Ginger asked. “And what the hell was with the dead dog?”
“What dog?”
“Don’t play dumb. The dog you left on my stoop.”
“That wasn’t us, Bonnie,” Jasper said, also speaking with more sophistication. “I’ve been just making phone calls. Sorry I haven’t had the stones to say anything.”
“So let me get this straight, some other whack job left a dead dog at my front door! That solves one mystery.” Ginger said sarcastically. “This leaves one mystery in the air. What the hell do you want with me, and why did you kidnap me?”
“We were hoping to get our money back by getting a juicy ransom for your father’s pride and joy--the good doctor, why not?”
Hearing this, Ginger began to convulse in laughter. “Oh, my God! You actually thought you could…ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh shit! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You are so stupid, it’s hilarious,” she chuckled derisively.
“What! What so damn funny?” Jasper asked. “Stop laughing or I’ll…”
“You’ll shoot your mother, that’s what, you fucking phony!” Ginger shouted in between laughs as exposed the act that her arms were free and pulled the woman into the line of fire. “You know, ha, ha, ha, ha, I don’t care who you guys really are, but I really needed a good laugh, let me tell you. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You can untie my feet now. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Do it!”
Within minutes, Ginger had her boots and eye mask back on and the so-called mother and son crooks tied together.
“I don’t get it,” the woman groaned as the cops took them away. “How did she see through the old long lost aunt routine?”
“If you were really my aunt and paid any attention to my father’s story, you’d know he is still in Europe recovering from what Cronus did to him, and that I’m the only one with access to his funds, which guess what, are frozen.”
Ginger replied.
It had become painfully obvious to Gingerloxx that her secret identity was out; if these two-bit kidnappers knew about her, and the stalker, chances are there was an entire network of more deadly criminals who knew that Bonnie DiSalvo and Gingerloxx were one in same.
IS HER DAYS AS RIVER CITY’S DEFENDER OF JUSTICE NUMBERED? TIME WILL TELL...
“Since yer wrapped up with no place to go…I might as well drop the act,” the woman sighed, changing her voice from country bumpkin to a sophisticated cosmopolitan. “Like I said, your father ripped off a lot of people, Bonnie, even his own flesh and blood.”
“So why kidnap me to tell me that?” Ginger asked. “And what the hell was with the dead dog?”
“What dog?”
“Don’t play dumb. The dog you left on my stoop.”
“That wasn’t us, Bonnie,” Jasper said, also speaking with more sophistication. “I’ve been just making phone calls. Sorry I haven’t had the stones to say anything.”
“So let me get this straight, some other whack job left a dead dog at my front door! That solves one mystery.” Ginger said sarcastically. “This leaves one mystery in the air. What the hell do you want with me, and why did you kidnap me?”
“We were hoping to get our money back by getting a juicy ransom for your father’s pride and joy--the good doctor, why not?”
Hearing this, Ginger began to convulse in laughter. “Oh, my God! You actually thought you could…ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh shit! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You are so stupid, it’s hilarious,” she chuckled derisively.
“What! What so damn funny?” Jasper asked. “Stop laughing or I’ll…”
“You’ll shoot your mother, that’s what, you fucking phony!” Ginger shouted in between laughs as exposed the act that her arms were free and pulled the woman into the line of fire. “You know, ha, ha, ha, ha, I don’t care who you guys really are, but I really needed a good laugh, let me tell you. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You can untie my feet now. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Do it!”
Within minutes, Ginger had her boots and eye mask back on and the so-called mother and son crooks tied together.
“I don’t get it,” the woman groaned as the cops took them away. “How did she see through the old long lost aunt routine?”
“If you were really my aunt and paid any attention to my father’s story, you’d know he is still in Europe recovering from what Cronus did to him, and that I’m the only one with access to his funds, which guess what, are frozen.”
Ginger replied.
It had become painfully obvious to Gingerloxx that her secret identity was out; if these two-bit kidnappers knew about her, and the stalker, chances are there was an entire network of more deadly criminals who knew that Bonnie DiSalvo and Gingerloxx were one in same.
IS HER DAYS AS RIVER CITY’S DEFENDER OF JUSTICE NUMBERED? TIME WILL TELL...
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With her two kidnappers taken away, Ginger returned to her loft apartment hoping that this bizarre night was behind her. Unfortunately, she found a man and a woman in identical black suits waiting for her at her front stoop
"Gingerloxx," the woman spoke as the duo brandished their badges, "Agent Reed and Agent Tate, FBI. You'll have to come with us."
"Now what?" she muttered under her breath as the two agents each took her by one arm and escorted her to a navy blue sedan.
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"Could you at least tell me where you're taking me?" Ginger asked as the car sped down the highway. The two agents remained stone-faced. "I've been already kidnapped once tonight, and I'm not in the mood for guessing games."
"I'm sorry, Dr. DiSalvo, we simply cannot divulge the location we're taking for reasons of your own safety," Tate, the male agent replied.
"How did you know my--"
"All will be revealed once we arrive, Doctor," Reed said.
About twenty minutes later, the sedan pulled into what appeared to be a familiar sight to Ginger. In fact, it was Cronus's old mansion where she first battled him before he took Goldie prisoner, but was the FBI doing with it?
"Welcome to our new satelite headquarters," Tate said. "We seized it soon after you ran Cronus and what was left of the Strongarm Syndicate out of town."
"Well that answers one of the question I was about to ask you," Ginger remarked as the trio got out of the car, "but that still doesn't explain what I'm doing here."
"I'll field that one," Violett replied.
"Violett what are you--"
"As soon as I discovered what Uncle Julian had done I hightailed back here with a little help," she told Ginger.
"What has he done? What has he been up to? Tell me."
"He's known who you were all along because your father worked for him, you know that, don't you?"
"Yes?"
"What if the whole underworld knew that too?"
"You mean to tell me that Cronus was trying to keep me in line all this time not just because I was making waves for his crime family, but because he knew my secret? I don't get it. Why not just spill the beans and expose me before I expose him?"
"You were kind of already exposed--a disgraced child prodigy whose father name with a case of enronitis. He figured there was nothing more he could do to you until you went super hero."
"You mean, it was him? He was the whistle-blower? He was the anonymous investor that...OH MY GOD! My father didn't steal anybody's money, Cronus framed him because he would steal their money! I've been such a fool! OH, DADDY!!!!" Ginger exclaimed and collapsed to her knees, her face buried in her hands sobbing.
WITH THE FINAL PIECES OF THE CONNECTION MADE BETWEEN GINGER AND CRONUS, A FINAL SHOWDOWN IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE. WHO WILL BE THE VICTOR? STAY TUNED FOR PART 5 OF SINS OF THE FATHER TO FIND OUT!
"Gingerloxx," the woman spoke as the duo brandished their badges, "Agent Reed and Agent Tate, FBI. You'll have to come with us."
"Now what?" she muttered under her breath as the two agents each took her by one arm and escorted her to a navy blue sedan.
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"Could you at least tell me where you're taking me?" Ginger asked as the car sped down the highway. The two agents remained stone-faced. "I've been already kidnapped once tonight, and I'm not in the mood for guessing games."
"I'm sorry, Dr. DiSalvo, we simply cannot divulge the location we're taking for reasons of your own safety," Tate, the male agent replied.
"How did you know my--"
"All will be revealed once we arrive, Doctor," Reed said.
About twenty minutes later, the sedan pulled into what appeared to be a familiar sight to Ginger. In fact, it was Cronus's old mansion where she first battled him before he took Goldie prisoner, but was the FBI doing with it?
"Welcome to our new satelite headquarters," Tate said. "We seized it soon after you ran Cronus and what was left of the Strongarm Syndicate out of town."
"Well that answers one of the question I was about to ask you," Ginger remarked as the trio got out of the car, "but that still doesn't explain what I'm doing here."
"I'll field that one," Violett replied.
"Violett what are you--"
"As soon as I discovered what Uncle Julian had done I hightailed back here with a little help," she told Ginger.
"What has he done? What has he been up to? Tell me."
"He's known who you were all along because your father worked for him, you know that, don't you?"
"Yes?"
"What if the whole underworld knew that too?"
"You mean to tell me that Cronus was trying to keep me in line all this time not just because I was making waves for his crime family, but because he knew my secret? I don't get it. Why not just spill the beans and expose me before I expose him?"
"You were kind of already exposed--a disgraced child prodigy whose father name with a case of enronitis. He figured there was nothing more he could do to you until you went super hero."
"You mean, it was him? He was the whistle-blower? He was the anonymous investor that...OH MY GOD! My father didn't steal anybody's money, Cronus framed him because he would steal their money! I've been such a fool! OH, DADDY!!!!" Ginger exclaimed and collapsed to her knees, her face buried in her hands sobbing.
WITH THE FINAL PIECES OF THE CONNECTION MADE BETWEEN GINGER AND CRONUS, A FINAL SHOWDOWN IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE. WHO WILL BE THE VICTOR? STAY TUNED FOR PART 5 OF SINS OF THE FATHER TO FIND OUT!
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Violett quickly rushed over to Ginger to comfort her and help her to her feet. "Gin, Gin, it's all right! Shhh." she said, embracing her and patting her on the back.
"No, it's not all right!" Ginger said and sniffed. "I hated my father all these years because he basically let me believe he stole from all those innocent people."
"Those so-called innocent people turned out to be low-rung Syndicate lackeys and their relatives Cronus hired from the very start. They invested, then withdrew their money from their accounts..."
"And then destroyed any evidence of the withdrawls so they could play dumb, and claim my father was cheating them. My father must have caught on, but who would believe him? It just seemed so farfetched and ridiculous."
"Now you're getting the picture," Agent Tate said.
"It all makes sense. Daddy didn't say anything because for one thing he was too embarrassed, and another the scheme was so crazy, it actually worked. But, another thing bothers me about this. How did Cronus end up getting Daddy to work for him after this whole mess?"
"We believe Cronus got his henchman Clarence Gaines, Esquire aka Mouthpiece to draw up some legal work to spring him ot of jail. Among the conditions of the parole were that he never contact you ever again, and that he puts his Accounting expertise to work at Mr. Gaines's firm--a small price to pay to see the outside again. When he realized who Mouthpiece was and who he really worked for it was too late. He was a slave to Cronus for keeps. You've experience first hand the monster he's turned your father into since." Agent Reed replied.
"So you see why your his biggest threat now?" Violett asked. "He already knows you identity and leaked it to every criminal in River City. He's more desperate than ever before and he won't stop until one of you are dead."
"Let's go get him." Ginger said.
"No need." Agent Reed said, pointing at a strange green glow from the backyard. "I think he's found us."
"He was always here," Agent Tate replied, took out his weapon and quickly shot Agent Reed in the head before anyone could react.
"Dopplegangor!" Violett gasped as Agent Tate assumed his true form.
"Miss me, Sweetheart?" Dopplegangor asked as Ginger tried to reach for her bopgun. "Ah-ah-ah, don't you dare!" he said as the figure with the green glow came to the front yard holding a pistol.
The figure took of his mask, and remarked, "You know, it's amazing how much fun you can have with an entire bucket of phosphorous paint: scaring the shit out of a nosy detective, capturing your enemies..."
"This isn't over Cronus," Ginger remarked as Dopplegangor snatched the bopgun from her holster.
"You're absolutely right," Cronus said. "It's not. I had no intention of winning this easily."
"What are you nuts?" Dopplegangor asked. "I thought we were supposed to ice the other FBI agent, then off these two, then be..."
Cronus shot Dopplegangor in the head, and said, "That's the one thing I can't stand about the help. They tend to fuck it up for you when you're winning."
"You just made a big mistake, Uncle." Violett remarked.
"You unevened the odds in our favor. Bad move." Ginger added and quickly kickked the gun out of Cronus's hand and retrieved the bopgun from Dopplegangor's corpse, then pointed it at Cronus before he could aim his pistol back on her.
He calmy threw the pistol back down on the ground, grinned and slowly clapped. "Bravo, Bravo. Very clever, indeed. You are not Doctor Bonnie DiSalvo for nothing."
"Cram it, Kiss Ass!" Ginger shouted, not in any mood for a snow job from a sociopath. "Get on your knees, and put your hands on top of your head."
"Oh, but of...COURSE!" Cronus said, dropping to his knees quickly, slipping a knife from the sleeve of his flourscent-paint covered suit jacket, and tossing it at Ginger.
"Gin, look out!" Violett cried, diving in front of the knife's path, and getting stabbed in the chest as she shoved Ginger out of the way, then in the stomach as Cronus volleyed a second knife out of the other sleeve, killing her instantly.
"THAT DOES IT!" Ginger shouted as she floated in the air and began firing from her bopgun in Cronus's direction. First the G-gas ball, then the N-net ball, then the C-cage ball--all three missing by mere inches because Cronus managed to retain super speed among a couple of other powers he stole from Goldenmayne's father. "HOLD STILL, DAMN YOU!"
"You can't keep your temperament, and you call yourself a doctor!" Cronus teased, then flew up to her and punched her in the face.
Ginger flew backward toward a tree, but her freefall suddenly decellerated. It was then she came to an epiphany. The suit. Why did he have to use phosporous paint to make an ordinary suit glow? He was losing his powers. Without Goldie's Dad around to constantly recharge his battery anymore, he was weakening. That was why he could hit her hard enough to slam her into the tree. That was why he had to resort to using plain deception to kill Violett and Agent Reed just now instead of using telekinesis to gore them like he would have the last time.
"What's the matter, old man? Losing a step?" Ginger asked as she floated higher in the air.
"What?"
"You heard me. Or did you, Grampa?"
"Shutup!" he shouted and zommed up the air after Ginger, but missed her a fraction of a second when she moved a couple inches out of the way.
"Neener, neener! Missed me!"
"God damn it, stand still!" he growled and charged after her again, but this time Ginger leaned against the tree Cronus tried to throw her up against just a few seconds ago. When Cronus came close Ginger scooted back to the ground, and watched Cronus miss the tree by inches.
"Ole, motherfucker! Well, look who has the temper now. You wouldn't be 'roiding by any chance, would you?"
"Come here and face me like an adult, you insolent brat!" Cronus shouted as Ginger shot and S-smoke ball and used the diversion to fly back up in the air.
"You know, you're right," Ginger said. "I'm feeling like such a brat now, I feel like playing Chase. You catch me before your powers run out, and I'm all yours to torture and recharge your little powers with for the rest your life. You've already seen how young and vivrant I am. I can keep you going for a long time."
"But how did you know about..."
"You said I was clever. Tic-toc Old Man." Ginger called from the tree-tops
"You've made a fools bargain, Gingerloxx!" he called.
"So, we have a deal?"
"A deal? The game is already won!" He said smuggly, and laughed as he flew to the treetops, "I know exactly where you are. You might as well make it easy on yourself and...what the hell is this?" Cronus said as she flew to the treetop he thought Ginger was hiding on, only to find the M-microphone ball sitting there.
"N'yah, n'yah, n'yah, n'yah! Fooled you." Ginger voiced echoed through the M-ball.
Cronus growled and tossed the ball down to the ground. "I will find you. This used to be my property, remember!" he shouted and began soaring over the trees. As he continued flying he gradually began to lose altitude. "No, no, not now," he muttered and made his way to a small clearing.
It was taking longer than Ginger thought to drain Cronus's powers. She realized she was going to have to fight him again. Not only that, she didn't know if he had found a brand new source to rejuvenate his powers, if so, she could not afford to find out the hard way if he had. Lucky for her, Cronus had just flew over her into the nearby clearing, which gave her ample time to think of her next move...she hoped. If all else failed, she had the L-lightning ball along a couple more G-gas balls left in her arsenal. She made the lightning ball specifically for dangerous criminals like Cronus, who don't seem to care how many lives they destroy. Now prepared to throw down, she approached the clearing, but Cronus was already lying in wait.
"Aha, I have you at last!" he shouted pouncing on her from behind, grabbing her right arm and twisting it behind her back, then grabbing her left wrist tightly before twisting that arm behind her bank. "Now are you going to hand over those powers like you promise, or do I have to tear your bloody arms off?"
"You haven't got me yet!" Ginger said as she flew up in the air with Cronus hagin on to her with all his might. She did as many twists, loop-de-loops, and fancy turns as she could think of to shake him off, but to no avail. "Let go of me, you old fart!" she screeched. "Let me go!"
"I swear to God, you call me old one more time and I'll...ahhh, no!" Cronus said, suddenly gasping in pain.
Ginger felt his grip on her hands loosening; she wriggled free and began dropping the earth like a lead weight. She promptly shot the B-bungee ball to tether Cronus to a nearby branch. He was finished. It was finally over.
With Cronus finally in jail, her father pardoned, and just about every criminal in River City knowing her identity, it was time for Ginger to retire. Dr. Bonnie DiSalvo went into the Witness Protection Program--her wereabouts and new identity are unknown.
THUS ENDS THE SAGA OF GINGERLOXX FOR KEEPS. I WILL RETURN WITH A BRAND NEW CHARACTER SOON. STAY TUNED SAME WEB SITE, SAME BAT CHANNEL 8) .
"No, it's not all right!" Ginger said and sniffed. "I hated my father all these years because he basically let me believe he stole from all those innocent people."
"Those so-called innocent people turned out to be low-rung Syndicate lackeys and their relatives Cronus hired from the very start. They invested, then withdrew their money from their accounts..."
"And then destroyed any evidence of the withdrawls so they could play dumb, and claim my father was cheating them. My father must have caught on, but who would believe him? It just seemed so farfetched and ridiculous."
"Now you're getting the picture," Agent Tate said.
"It all makes sense. Daddy didn't say anything because for one thing he was too embarrassed, and another the scheme was so crazy, it actually worked. But, another thing bothers me about this. How did Cronus end up getting Daddy to work for him after this whole mess?"
"We believe Cronus got his henchman Clarence Gaines, Esquire aka Mouthpiece to draw up some legal work to spring him ot of jail. Among the conditions of the parole were that he never contact you ever again, and that he puts his Accounting expertise to work at Mr. Gaines's firm--a small price to pay to see the outside again. When he realized who Mouthpiece was and who he really worked for it was too late. He was a slave to Cronus for keeps. You've experience first hand the monster he's turned your father into since." Agent Reed replied.
"So you see why your his biggest threat now?" Violett asked. "He already knows you identity and leaked it to every criminal in River City. He's more desperate than ever before and he won't stop until one of you are dead."
"Let's go get him." Ginger said.
"No need." Agent Reed said, pointing at a strange green glow from the backyard. "I think he's found us."
"He was always here," Agent Tate replied, took out his weapon and quickly shot Agent Reed in the head before anyone could react.
"Dopplegangor!" Violett gasped as Agent Tate assumed his true form.
"Miss me, Sweetheart?" Dopplegangor asked as Ginger tried to reach for her bopgun. "Ah-ah-ah, don't you dare!" he said as the figure with the green glow came to the front yard holding a pistol.
The figure took of his mask, and remarked, "You know, it's amazing how much fun you can have with an entire bucket of phosphorous paint: scaring the shit out of a nosy detective, capturing your enemies..."
"This isn't over Cronus," Ginger remarked as Dopplegangor snatched the bopgun from her holster.
"You're absolutely right," Cronus said. "It's not. I had no intention of winning this easily."
"What are you nuts?" Dopplegangor asked. "I thought we were supposed to ice the other FBI agent, then off these two, then be..."
Cronus shot Dopplegangor in the head, and said, "That's the one thing I can't stand about the help. They tend to fuck it up for you when you're winning."
"You just made a big mistake, Uncle." Violett remarked.
"You unevened the odds in our favor. Bad move." Ginger added and quickly kickked the gun out of Cronus's hand and retrieved the bopgun from Dopplegangor's corpse, then pointed it at Cronus before he could aim his pistol back on her.
He calmy threw the pistol back down on the ground, grinned and slowly clapped. "Bravo, Bravo. Very clever, indeed. You are not Doctor Bonnie DiSalvo for nothing."
"Cram it, Kiss Ass!" Ginger shouted, not in any mood for a snow job from a sociopath. "Get on your knees, and put your hands on top of your head."
"Oh, but of...COURSE!" Cronus said, dropping to his knees quickly, slipping a knife from the sleeve of his flourscent-paint covered suit jacket, and tossing it at Ginger.
"Gin, look out!" Violett cried, diving in front of the knife's path, and getting stabbed in the chest as she shoved Ginger out of the way, then in the stomach as Cronus volleyed a second knife out of the other sleeve, killing her instantly.
"THAT DOES IT!" Ginger shouted as she floated in the air and began firing from her bopgun in Cronus's direction. First the G-gas ball, then the N-net ball, then the C-cage ball--all three missing by mere inches because Cronus managed to retain super speed among a couple of other powers he stole from Goldenmayne's father. "HOLD STILL, DAMN YOU!"
"You can't keep your temperament, and you call yourself a doctor!" Cronus teased, then flew up to her and punched her in the face.
Ginger flew backward toward a tree, but her freefall suddenly decellerated. It was then she came to an epiphany. The suit. Why did he have to use phosporous paint to make an ordinary suit glow? He was losing his powers. Without Goldie's Dad around to constantly recharge his battery anymore, he was weakening. That was why he could hit her hard enough to slam her into the tree. That was why he had to resort to using plain deception to kill Violett and Agent Reed just now instead of using telekinesis to gore them like he would have the last time.
"What's the matter, old man? Losing a step?" Ginger asked as she floated higher in the air.
"What?"
"You heard me. Or did you, Grampa?"
"Shutup!" he shouted and zommed up the air after Ginger, but missed her a fraction of a second when she moved a couple inches out of the way.
"Neener, neener! Missed me!"
"God damn it, stand still!" he growled and charged after her again, but this time Ginger leaned against the tree Cronus tried to throw her up against just a few seconds ago. When Cronus came close Ginger scooted back to the ground, and watched Cronus miss the tree by inches.
"Ole, motherfucker! Well, look who has the temper now. You wouldn't be 'roiding by any chance, would you?"
"Come here and face me like an adult, you insolent brat!" Cronus shouted as Ginger shot and S-smoke ball and used the diversion to fly back up in the air.
"You know, you're right," Ginger said. "I'm feeling like such a brat now, I feel like playing Chase. You catch me before your powers run out, and I'm all yours to torture and recharge your little powers with for the rest your life. You've already seen how young and vivrant I am. I can keep you going for a long time."
"But how did you know about..."
"You said I was clever. Tic-toc Old Man." Ginger called from the tree-tops
"You've made a fools bargain, Gingerloxx!" he called.
"So, we have a deal?"
"A deal? The game is already won!" He said smuggly, and laughed as he flew to the treetops, "I know exactly where you are. You might as well make it easy on yourself and...what the hell is this?" Cronus said as she flew to the treetop he thought Ginger was hiding on, only to find the M-microphone ball sitting there.
"N'yah, n'yah, n'yah, n'yah! Fooled you." Ginger voiced echoed through the M-ball.
Cronus growled and tossed the ball down to the ground. "I will find you. This used to be my property, remember!" he shouted and began soaring over the trees. As he continued flying he gradually began to lose altitude. "No, no, not now," he muttered and made his way to a small clearing.
It was taking longer than Ginger thought to drain Cronus's powers. She realized she was going to have to fight him again. Not only that, she didn't know if he had found a brand new source to rejuvenate his powers, if so, she could not afford to find out the hard way if he had. Lucky for her, Cronus had just flew over her into the nearby clearing, which gave her ample time to think of her next move...she hoped. If all else failed, she had the L-lightning ball along a couple more G-gas balls left in her arsenal. She made the lightning ball specifically for dangerous criminals like Cronus, who don't seem to care how many lives they destroy. Now prepared to throw down, she approached the clearing, but Cronus was already lying in wait.
"Aha, I have you at last!" he shouted pouncing on her from behind, grabbing her right arm and twisting it behind her back, then grabbing her left wrist tightly before twisting that arm behind her bank. "Now are you going to hand over those powers like you promise, or do I have to tear your bloody arms off?"
"You haven't got me yet!" Ginger said as she flew up in the air with Cronus hagin on to her with all his might. She did as many twists, loop-de-loops, and fancy turns as she could think of to shake him off, but to no avail. "Let go of me, you old fart!" she screeched. "Let me go!"
"I swear to God, you call me old one more time and I'll...ahhh, no!" Cronus said, suddenly gasping in pain.
Ginger felt his grip on her hands loosening; she wriggled free and began dropping the earth like a lead weight. She promptly shot the B-bungee ball to tether Cronus to a nearby branch. He was finished. It was finally over.
With Cronus finally in jail, her father pardoned, and just about every criminal in River City knowing her identity, it was time for Ginger to retire. Dr. Bonnie DiSalvo went into the Witness Protection Program--her wereabouts and new identity are unknown.
THUS ENDS THE SAGA OF GINGERLOXX FOR KEEPS. I WILL RETURN WITH A BRAND NEW CHARACTER SOON. STAY TUNED SAME WEB SITE, SAME BAT CHANNEL 8) .
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Nice finish, my friend! I'm sorry to hear that Ginger had to hang up her tights, but all good things must come to an end. Or do they...? 
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8)"I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer." - Paul Atredes
Great story Mist, one suggestion,
for your next story try having all the parts in the same thread from the getgo. I use this in my stories and it makes it easier for readers since they just go through a signle thread, rather than jumping around.
Anyway you've written some fine stories, thanks to adding to the fourm.
for your next story try having all the parts in the same thread from the getgo. I use this in my stories and it makes it easier for readers since they just go through a signle thread, rather than jumping around.
Anyway you've written some fine stories, thanks to adding to the fourm.
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?