The sixth and final part in my TNT series. This was my last foray into the fantastical and mysterious world of Marc Slash - a character I originally conceived and sold in self-published comics in 1989 when I was 12.
It has been an amazing journey fleshing out this complex character, and his journey from amnesiac super soldier/assassin all the way to the hero and eventual savior he became in the face of a probable apocalypse - and even collapse of the universe itself.
Subsequently trying to take this character to new places through adult eyes was one of my proudest –yet most difficult—accomplishments. But in the end, six books and nearly two thousand pages later, I finally had that satisfaction; a satisfaction only compounded and exceeded by the reception it received and the surprising success it garnered – thanks to you, many of the readers my many articles and columns have gifted me since my breakout in 2002. And for that, I am forever grateful.
The Plot: 2023. With a resurrected DW Worthington scrambling to finish a device that will return to him the life he once craved and the power to fully maintain it, Marc Slash, and the team meanwhile discover the existence of two familiar - and unusual- survivors of a seeming parallel world, and the revelation that they did not arrive alone - a being of impossible power and unstoppable malice has arrived as well, determined to destroy Marc Slash …as it had in their parallel world, and seemingly hundreds of others across a potential multiverse.
Caught in a vortex of impending chaos and confusion, these respective players all engage in a final battle of wills and survival for the present, the past and the very future in turn…
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“And yet when I looked upon that ugly idol in the glass, I was conscious of no repugnance, rather of a leap of welcome. This, too, was myself…This, as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil.” - Robert Louis Stevenson.
“There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.” - Nathaniel Hawthorne.
"Chase Mathieson,” a man spoke aloud, almost robotically in reflection.
He sat now in an idling car in the middle of an empty, rain-drenched stretch of back road, the windows of his car fogged up, the wiper-blades cascading across the windshield rhythmically with an almost hypnotic squeak.
Out in the roadway, painted by the glare of his vehicle’s intense high beams, lay someone in an unmoving heap. The man had, in desperation, backed his car into this very same individual, in a panicked attempt to escape. To escape the truth. To escape the sheer danger that they posed. He had been given no choice. If he wanted to survive.
The man in the car now looked at his hands – those clung to the steering wheel of his car in an almost death-grip. They were covered in smears of blood. His own blood. He had been shot. It had happened just moments before. Before he had entered this car in a mad dash.
He could feel the hot, burning sting of the bullet deep in his shoulder. As well as the strange, tingling flow of blood that was pooling atop the wound, staining his buttoned-up shirt, before soaking through the material entirely as it only further flowed down his pectoral to his naval in small, crimson tributaries...