Kidnapping, Rescue, and Death!

Gosalyn smiled for a moment for the memory she was to relate was one of her most precious and yet it also her most horrible memory. It'd been a day since the last entry in her story and at the moment nothing was happening so she decided to continue her real live melodrama.

She spoke in to the D.V.R saying" it was quite when we got back to our apartment; no crickets chirping, no birds singing, no cars passing, no sounds at all; it was spooky!

That alone should have given me a sense of foreboding and told me that something was wrong. After we unpacked everything I took a quick nap then one of two incidents that would change everything happened…

I heard my grandfather answer the door at it had been rung he then said" who is it?" A gruff but squeaky voice said "I represent Hammerhead Airlines and I'd like them by the patent rights to one of your intentions or use it in my aircraft." My grandfather yawed "you any idea what time it is?" He then screamed "its 2:00 in the morning!" he then calmed down after moment and said" I won't sell you the patent rights but I will allow you to use whatever invention of mine you want in your planes; by the way which one is it?" The unseen figure paused for a moment as I heard my door been locked from the outside. It then said with great menace"you're Ramrod Professor."

I heard a gun cock; minutes later I heard the sounds of a gigantic struggle taking place, objects being thrown, punches, kicks, gunshots, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground a large object being dragged through the door Leading out of the apartment and then the door closing and then silence…

Two minutes later after utilizing a lock picking skills my grandfather taught me I escape from my room and when I got into the main room it was obvious from the papers furniture and other miscellaneous items thrown about and one more thing was painfully obvious…. my grandfather was gone… probably kidnapped!

As proud as I was of my grandfather for putting up such a tremendous struggle I was worried about him; I quickly opened the door and looked outside; (their apartment has three stories with the living room/kitchen downstairs in the first floor with a library as well, their bedrooms along with guest beds on the third floor the second floor, and miscellaneous space is dedicated to laboratories with equipment storage as well) then I saw something that trailed of green liquid starting from where there were indications of a car that had been recently parked at the curb and heading off down the street into the distance.

I realized that my grandfather must've not been completely unconscious and had thrown a vial of a chemical he had invented that would transform carbon dioxide being issued from cars into a green liquid that would be easy to dispose of and would turn in to harmless steam in three days time into the exhaust pipe of the car he was in.

This green liquid transformation substance was his solution for the problem of cars contributing to the current Ozone layer depletion however as the current situation showed he had yet to invent something to hold the liquid and keep it from spilling on the street.

I thought that he will be safe for awhile knowing him so I took the opportunity to prepare to rescue him in grand style and attempt to fulfill the Tulku's vision while doing so. I quickly formed an ingenious plan for a costume personality and weapons and so I went to work… (Cue A-Team theme music…)

First I made a metal cast of the fedora and the poured liquid steel into it then after it had hardened I raised the top with a metal chain and pulley system and lowered the fedora into a large bucket of ice cold water and waited until it was no longer burning hot; after adding a silver band and some irremovable indestructible paint my steel throwing fedora was born next I took the articles of clothing I'd be given along with white shoes and dip them in a special solution that would make it fireproof, bulletproof, laser proof, lightning proof, nearly rip poof it; would also it is some unexplained phenomenon make my clothing be weightless so that the top of my sleeves would always flow.

I installed a devise with four functions and then I installed individual bullet housing cases inside the arms and legs of the clothing; then I installed two twin devices that would be stored in the bottom part at the end of each arm they would fold up and transport my guns to me when I snapped my fingers; I also installed two small cases up preprogrammed microscopic robots which would transform into large springs within microseconds and would allow me to jump into the through the earth's atmosphere if I had to because of two air powered spring loaded microscopic robot releasing devices; I wore a green shirt underneath the now ill-fitting costume (now made complete with a yellow ascot; that had its end inside my shirt) that made me look like a child playing dress up; however that would soon change I activated my solder mounted 380 hologram projector and in seconds I was taller, older everything fit, and my face had changed but more on that later…

I looked at myself in the mirror and the Tulku and then my favorite radio hero and icon the Shadow saying…"There are many hands to pull at the leaves to be evil… but only one hand to strike at the root" … my hand!"

I thought The Weed Of Crime Bears Bitter Fruit… Crime Does Not Pay…The Shadow Knows… Heh Heh Heh Ha… Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" And I know too…!

I wondered around and until I found a taxi the guy didn't ask about my costume; thinking that I was going to a party or something like that. When I asked him to follow the trail of green liquid residue he just nodded and thought it was a joke of some kind after driving around a bit I remembered something from my childhood; a frightening yet exciting incident in my life…

My father was driving a car on the way to a celebrity dinner at all which quite; I was reading a book titled car driving for dummies and had just finished it when suddenly at a round curb in the road a big rig truck stopped in front of us and it looked like we were going to crash but then suddenly…. I leaped into my father's lap and quickly grabbed the steering wheel; then instantly I spun it so that the car shot around the curb; barely avoiding a possibly fatal crush.

My parents congratulated me for my quick thinking and brilliant driving; I was probably the only child in history to say that I drove a car and in the process saved my parents lives. A few minutes later I and my parents went in to the society dinner; I was to sort to take advantage of the punch bowl and so I made sure no one was watching and leaped silently on to the table I drank the punch from a cup and liked it!

Slightly dizzy and without thinking I started drinking from the bowl than when I had drunk half of it; I drunkenly fell into it with my head bobbing on the surface a few minutes later I walked around the boar bowl a few times and then I threw up in it! My parents took me away instantly saying I was sick… I was! It turned out that the punch contained alcohol which I was apparently allergic to. I'm also allergic to broccoli which causes me to have puffy cheeks with large red pimples on them when I eat them. I have a fear of broccoli and weddings I also have slight Caligynephobia. (Fear of beautiful women; which hampers my bisexuality)

I got back to the matter at hand as the cab stopped and the cabbie shouted with his thick New York accent evident" Hey get out of dreamland; pal the trail ends here; now give me my fair soz I can get out of here." I stared at him and he said look OK; I'm broke, I'm really depressed, and I could really use the money. I reached in to the one of the two pockets in my pants and pulled out a large brown leather wallet and handed him $1,998.000 and several valuable precious gems from a mine in South Africa I then said" I believe this should take care of any financial troubles you might have…"

He stared at me for a moment and accepted the precious gems and the money with shock surprise and joy. He said" if these gems are real I got it made; would you like me to wait here?" I replied" all right but only in case of emergencies; if I bring out a stocky bald man with a lab coat and purple Bermuda shorts; protect him with your life and get the hell out of their; got it?"He replied"yes sir!" I commented" my dear man I am most definitely not a male!" He merely nodded and gave me a card which read:

Moe Shrevvy Shrevnitz!

Cab driver extraordinary/bodyguard!

His phone number address and e-mail for on the card following this. I looked at him and thought God does this guy remind me of Frank Barone from everybody loves Raymond; he looked exactly like him only with the features of a beagle. I left his antique thirties era replica cab stepped onto the street I looked at the building that I believed my grandfather was being held in; it was a tin warehouse it had a glass skylight on the top with a brick wall in the back with a fire escape a few minutes later after assessing the building I used my spring loaded boots in order to jump up and land on near the glass skylight I quickly teleported inside and carefully listened to the following conversation: a voice said "now you're goanna talk professor; you know that no one's goanna rescue you; particularly not that brat of yours." A voice I recognized as my grandfather's shouted" my granddaughter is not a brat and she will come for me and when she does you're going to be you were ever put on this earth; you lowlife stooge!" the scene inside the warehouse was badly lit and I could only see vague figures and shadows than a light was turned on and I show my grandfather underneath it he'd been beaten up a bit but he'd be OK. A voice said "a stooge am I?"

A four and half foot tall ram with grey fur and wearing a gray business suit with a red tie I recognized him he was one of the most infamous gangland assassins in the city's history. He said "my name is Hammerhead Hannigan Hooligan and I am not a stooge; I'm the second in command of the Ten Men Gang and unless you tell us the secret of your new anti gravity device the Waddlemeyer Ramrod I'm afraid I'm goanna have to kill you." He pulled out a pistol for effect and then pointed to do my grandfather's head; he didn't even filch!

A deep sinister loud sounding but calm voice said" now Mr. Hooligan control yourself for a moment; I will not have unnecessary gunplay in the secret headquarters of the Ten Men Gang; am I making myself clear Mr. Hooligan?" the ram severed slightly as he turned towards the source of the voice… at first only two large white horns on either side of an unknown head could be seen then a bull like face could be seen; at first it was featureless but then cruel red eyes could be seen along with a fat 'mostly dark blue except on the nose mouth and chin' puffy face.. Soon more details emerged to figure was 7ft. tall and wore an all white suit with diamond buttons white pants with a purple shirt underneath and with a green lapel the figure carried a diamond walking stick. It was none other than the man who as it would turn out the directly responsible for the murder of my parents namely none other than: Taurus Thaddeus Bulba! (His clothing is supposed to be like that of the Kingpin from the Spiderman 90s TV show; his voice is that of the actor who played that villain namely: Roscoe Lee Browne)

I became very angry and went to go down there and rip Bulba's head off; however I kept calm and stayed silent until the right opportunity present itself. They tried various methods of psychological torture from all over the world but nothing worked and even Bulba was beginning to be frustrated; the room was now better lit and I could see almost everything even though it was still dark and only two hours and sense my arrival here an and three since the kidnapping of my grandfather and Bulba was beginning to get very angry so he smashed a small table with his fist.

Hammerhead said" I don't get it boss he should of cracked by now and yet all we've gotten him to tell us is that the ramrod is being moved on a train several months from now to a top secret government weapons/transportation testing site and is to be used to aid world peace; yuck!"

"I am beginning to get annoyed as well and Mr. Hooligan and if professor Waddlemeyer will not tell us where the ramrod is then I'm afraid and I'm going to have to kill him…" said Bulba with a wicked grin he reached into his pants pocket and prepared to pull out a gun and kill my grandfather when suddenly there was a burst of light and they looked in my direction I came through a white circular portal in the floor and as I did so I gave the first version in a presentation of my now almost legendary catchphrase/speech… (Cue Batman: the animated series theme music)

I said "I am… the innocent that stalks through the night!" I am a phantom that seeks vengeance for a crime done wrong! "I am… (At that moment that I realized had completely forgotten about an alias for myself and I thought that for a small moment in time I was a complete moron. I quickly looked around and spotted and an a movie poster for a year 2,334 production of The Phantom Of The Opera; I then saw a book called Innocent Hearts by Walter Gibson; I made my decision; if the entire process had taken four seconds)… the Phantom… Innocent!" a white cloud appeared out of nowhere and sent lightning bolts down from the sky on either side of me as the word innocent or spoken; my horrible spine tingling unspeakable laughter echoed throughout the building. (Music Over) I was now standing from a first time in public view as the Phantom Innocent and my sinister apprentice made everyone with the exception of my grandfather and Bulba shiver in utter terror. And a frightening site I was too with sharp dagger like teeth, purple eyes, shining almost silver white hair with one large strand between my eyes, one on either side of my eyes as well!

I said "So this is the notorious Mr. Bulba I've heard so much about; well I'm here to say that you don't look like much and on top of that your a interrogate disturbing ruthless jerk!"

Bulba replied" Knights and tricks nice entrance my might dear but could you please come down… (his voice rose with frightening loudness) so my men can kill you!" I replied "no thank you sir but if you don't mind me saying so I'd like to take the bull by the horns and ram your head down the nearest unflustered toilet." The and with that using my springs our leap down to the ground and bounced up and down a couple of times before staying permanently on the ground; Bulba by then said" get him you idiots!"

They rushed at me three at a time I punched the first one in the face I can to second one in the stomach and then in the crotch the third I slammed my elbow into his stomach and pulled out one of my knives and stabbed him in the back of one hand and then in the other hand and then I withdrew the knife and threw him against a wall!

The others backed up against the wall and I threw my deadly knives and impaling them in their hands and feet drawing blood just like the last time; another one came at me with a knife and I grabbed him on the waste and hand and drop down to the floor on my ass and while doing so in mid-motion I broke his wrist and in a judo move threw him to the ground.

I sought on other one in both shoulders and in his knees. They then dogpiled on me and using my springs I leaped up and sent them flying in all directions they then rushed me again and I punched kicked jabbed at them. Then they backed off and two of them pulled out then guns and I threw my hat to guns cutting straight through them slicing them in half and going back to me like a boomerang; the two of them then rushed from opposite sides of the room towards me and using by spring low to boats loaded boots I leaped up and they crashed headfirst into each other and fell down catching themselves by putting their hands on the floor and leaving their backs flat; I then landed on them with my feet hitting them square in the back causing them to finally loose consciousness!

Hammerhead then charged towards me and prepared to smash into her with his horns like his devolved ram brethren when she quickly opened up the door she was standing behind and leaped up two seconds before Hammerhead went past the spot where I had been and fell down several flights of stairs all the while groaning and moaning in pain. Bulba now rather angry to state things mildly; he then punched me hard and sent me flying across the room. I hit the wall hard but got up despite the pain and walked 2ft. and said while holding my cape and waving it like a matador "Toro; Toro, come and get it you bullheaded bitch" he charged for Ford for word with his head what down brought down and his horns bared the AC came then as he came very close to running me through I… used my springs to leap through the air and landed safely several feet away as a crash could be heard…

Bulba's horns were embedded in the wall and while he was stuck I untied my grandfather I'd just completed that deed when after several minutes Bulba pulled free of his incarceration and looked furiously at me and my grandfather; the horned fiend ran towards me but my grandfather intercepted him and the two struggled until my grandfather drove his knee into Bulba's chest and then punch him in the face; Bulba responded by punching my grandfather in the stomach and then grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground; he then tried pathetically to strangle me which threw my grandfather into a rage; he then picked up Bulba and threw him to the far side of the room causing him to smash into a wall.. He lay flat on his back still alive but badly beaten.

The rest of the ten men gang the blocked the door that led to the outside; we then both were instantly looked out the window and spotted a Fire-Escape we then looked at each other and nodded… we quickly climbed down three levels and then a second after we left the Fire-escape my grandfather pointed up words and said in a worried tone" look those idiots are trying to shoot us!" Three of Bulba's henchmen in three right next to each other windows had their outstretched and downward pointed hands each one holding a gun; I quickly smiled as my own appeared in my hand and I fired three times with each shot by henchmen lost his gun; knocked out of his hands by aim that would've done The Lone Ranger proud!

After walking for a minute or two in silence we saw Moe's cab I quickly explained to him about Moe and a few seconds afterwards three members of Bulba's gang appeared and we were both very tired and might've been killed had it not been for Moe; without missing a beat from underneath his seat he drew a double barreled shotgun and took aim… my grandfather screamed" no killing; got it?" The man nodded slightly and pulled the trigger twice; one man grabbed his shoulder. In pain and another had been hit in the arm; the trigger was pulled again but no more shots came out of it" damm this stupid thing is empty again" Moe said.

He then shrugged somewhat humorously and swung the shotgun like a club hitting the last henchmen on one side of the face than the other; he was finally hit hard in the nose and fell to the ground unconscious. The last three members; the ones who had lost their guns earlier had apparently somehow gotten new ones and were ready to use them. Moe raced to the hood of his car and pulled out a spear gun and fired…. The projectile embedded itself gorily in one of the men's shoulders causing him to scream in horrible pain; Moe than pulled out a spear from another part of his cars hood; one was stamped in the leg and in the right arm another was whacked hard, top of his Scholl and fell unconscious… my grandfather and I stared in amazement as Moe merely grinned. I said softly to my grandfather" tell this man your address and he will take you there as for me I have an entrance to perform."

My grandfather nodded and got into the car as I disappeared into a simmering portal of light; I leaped off the top of the building in such a way so what I was near the nearest street light and then are grappling hook with three small finger like claws attached to a marble sized round orb attached to a thin steel cable attached itself to the light used is device and the other one all my other arm to swing from street light to streetlight that a combination of Spiderman and Batman!

I returned home in great happiness knowing that had done something that hadn't been done in over 300 years; however at that point but considered it to be a one time only or occasional thing not my life's work which was working on creating new and wonderful inventions with my grandfather and speaking out on civil rights issues and general trying to solve the problems of the world as all scientists try and do however fate that other ideas far more disturbing ones…

I looked out of the window and I thought I saw Hammerhead Hooligan on the fire escape but only for second so I thought I was dreaming…

A few moments later there were the sounds of a struggle and I heard a horrible scream coming from our apartment's balcony; I quickly rushed outside and down the fire escape… it was when I got there I saw a site that would haunt me for the rest of my life… my grandfather with his neck broken!

I rushed to him; amazingly he was still alive but he was fading fast…

(Cue the death of Optimus Prime theme)

My first thought was that everything was going to be OK my grandfather however she silenced this thought with a quick peaceful but sad look…

It started to rain once again; as I hugged my grandfather he said" tonight I can say with great certainty that I will never be more proud of you than I am tonight my beautiful granddaughter; you are the first known crime fighter in over 300 years; your duty is to this city… defend it with your life if necessary but never kill we will release the evil inside of you… show the world that there are more ways than simply killing or imprisoning a criminal to make him or her pay… you must use you're powers to punish the wicked and to defend this city from evil; to this end the super powered the gangs of this city of the greatest threat and therefore must be defeated; you must use all of the resources in your possession to defeat these fiends… except for two… you must never bribe a living soul with the great wealth given to you; the money must be used for the betterment of this city its people and the world.

You must also never use your influence to tip the scales of justice; to do this would be to defeat the purpose of what you have done tonight… you must move on from my death concentrate on the welfare of the people of this city!

"Please promise me you will do this! I replied somewhat hesitantly" I…will!" "That is all I ask; goodbye my glorious granddaughter…!"

After a few seconds I accepted fate and whispered into his ear" goodbye grandpa!" He smiled contently and said" thank you my wonderful daughter… I…I…I love you was all my heart… and soul…! If just before he left me I replied "I love you too!" And then he was gone… smiling contently… forever! The full impact of what has just happened to hit me like a million tons of rubble… I just simply stared into space as I realized I had nothing left and absolutely nothing to lose… My screams of utter plain angst and sufferings woke up four whole blocks that night as my last physical attraction to this earth vanished…

The D.V.R was turned off as a knife failed to the floor and a stammering voice was heard saying" no, no, no, no!" can't do it I, mustn't do it, but I want to do it… but I should do it…." A scream pain was heard in at the moment empty suburban house as a voice then said" I'm not going to try that again… despite my resistance to pain that hurt like hell!

Despite the sarcastic comment sounds of absolutely depressed crying could be hurt against the roar of thunder and lightning man blanketed a city the had gained so much even though the person responsible for most of the good things that happened to it was still an emotional wreck, somewhat mentally unstable, clinically depressed, and morbidly pessimistic… ironic isn't that there is always something good along with something bad and that we don't know how much we miss something or someone until it's gone for good and most of all; that life is a series of contrasts you just have to know where to look!

A/N: In case you're wondering; yes Gosalyn was trying to cut herself in order to feel butter… fortunately it didn't work!

What do you think of Bulba? Did I over do it a bit?

Kioko please write a nice long and detailed review about which you liked in this chapter.(Howis chapter three of your story coming; I'm getting a bit impatient if you know what I mean?)

In any case next time… a treat for any one who likes Bushrooot take notice as the members of the Fearless Five are revealed one by one. Also the evil Vixen gang reappears and in the course of the battle can a caring but apparently timid Nobel Prize winning scientist stop the Phantom Innocent from committing murder and releasing the evil within? Find out! By the way I took out a warning that was in the original version of this document because I wanted to keep the major character death a secret!

" there are many hands There are many hands to pull at the leaves on the tree of evil--but

There are many hands there are many hands only one ohand to strike at the root."

"There are many hands to pull at the leaves on the tree of evil--but only one hand to strike at the root." There are many hands

The Weed of Crime

The Shadow Knows.

Crime Does Not Pay...

The Shadow Knows.