Apollyon City Chapter 1: "It Begins"
By Christopher Barr
The Bat keeps a watchful eye over Gotham City. He has to.
After all, when
people hear "Gotham" they think "Batman."
He's the one who strikes fear into
the hearts of criminals and who sent the majority of Arkham's
their cell. Of course Batman can't be everywhere at once. That's
Bat-family comes in. Huntress, Robin, Azrael. Even Nightwing
from time to
time. They do their share of crime fighting too, but just like
Bat....they can't be everywhere.
The 1st National Gotham Bank: 2:15 AM
It used to be that banks could have one guard and a safe and
be enough to prevent a robbery. That's before the super villains
using powers far above the normal man to gain money and power.
were state-of-the-art motion sensors installed, heat sensors,
wall to wall
laser beams and about 25 different types of safeguards to reach
the vault to
make sure no super powered being could enter the bank. But sometimes
are using protection against a rat, an ant can slip right by.
In this case
the ant's name was Vinny Lattrino who had entered the vault
timing down to the second. No step he took was unpracticed.
No breath he took
wasn't timed to the millisecond. The man was a genius. He even
hit a bank on
the outskirts of the city hoping the Bat wouldn't be patrolling
Too bad for him, the Bat and his family aren't the only costumes
Vinny lurked to the back door carrying exactly 85 pounds of
One of his lackeys waited for him at the door holding the door
at a 72 degree
angle and keeping a bubble gum wrapper over a motion detector.
almost to the door when a green bar appeared near his ankles.
thief fell to the floor, sending the money in his arms flying
The minute Vinny hit the floor alarms began to sound and doors
lock shut. Vinny was sealed inside the bank, but his lackey
had the money
now. He made a bolt for the car and was dropping money all over
the place in
the process. Freedom was a lot more important than the money
right now, but
this thief was greedy. He hopped into his '94 station wagon.
An odd car for
a crook, but I guess they'll take what they can get. The thief
off not even realizing I'm around. Good. I like to play with
The cops can handle Vinny, but this one's all mine. The man
is making his
getaway at 90 miles an hour ignoring all stop signs and street
first thing I do is create nails in front of the station wagon
to pop its
wheels. This sends him swerving into a fire hydrant and then
rolling into an
alley. I hope he was wearing a seat belt.
The would be thief crawled our of the window frame through shattered
glass, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Now comes the best
being a super hero. The dramatic entrance which always makes
drop their jaws. I timed it good this time. The crook is dazed
He probably won't even put up a fight at this point. I think
I'll use the
I lower myself down to the ground covering my cape and hands
flame. Better to show some power as u approach. Gets them a
scared. "You have 5 seconds to put your hands behind your
head and stand
against the wall. Failure to do so will result in injury."
Failure? Result? What am I saying? I sound like Robocop for
loud. Oh well. It's not like this guy will care.
"&*#$ you, @$$&*~# !!" The bloody robber spat
out at me as he reached
into his shirt and pulled out a 9 millimeter pistol. "Eat
led you Bat
wannabe!" He cursed as he pulled the trigger.
I instinctively erected a shield out of thin air which I assumes
comes natural to you after having a few thousand guns pointed
at you in your
day. I let the man take in what was happening for a second and
the shield to replace it with green flame engulfing my hands
and green energy
sizzling in my eyes. "I gave you a warning, young man.
You may think that
Batman is the only dark knight in this town, but now you'll
see that SENTINEL
is not a name to be taken lightly!"
He must not understand the 'young man' comment I made. Oh well,
doesn't need to know that I'm really a 60-some year-old man
who looks in his
30's for me to bring him in.
Before another shot could be fired at me I sent a single emerald
mystic energy at the man's gun. I felt the energy leave as if
it was an extra
arm, and as I envisioned a metal plug, I felt the image coarse
body and through the air into the energy I released. Sure enough
transformed into a metal cork, doing its job to render the gun
He bolted for the other side of the alley attempting to make
a last ditch
attempt. One of the hardest parts about my power is having to
sort of weapon do use. I could create a brick wall in front
of him, wrap his
feet up in a Sent-a-rang, or simply fly over and pick him up.
For some reason
though I was feeling "old school" and went for the
simple, 'rope around the
feet' routine. It wasn't as dramatic, but the fun was over without
having a gun.
The captured criminal fell to the pavement hard, not even reacting
enough speed to block his fall with his hands. His already bloody
gained a broken nose and missing teeth. It finally seemed like
persistent delinquent had given up, so I created a cocoon around
body, except his head. I hovered him in the air and flew him
over to a street
lamp outside the alley where I hung the man upside down. "Now
just hang out
until the authorities come around," I said enforcingly.
"And if I do happen
to catch you or Vinny up to no good again, you had better wish
The Bat is the
one who brings you in."
With that I turned around from him and jettisoned into the air
night job to the boys in blue who would take care of the rest.
Now it was
time to return to my wife, Molly, who would sure to be up waiting
to see if I
came home. How the sweet woman could deal with all that pressure
age---no....at our age. That kind of talk is the thing that
Always thinking of how she is in her sixties when I was de-aged
is the thing
that bugs her the most. She shouldn't worry about it though.
make me leave her. Nothing.
The Scott's Apartment: 3:01 AM.
One of the benefits of owning your own television company is
that you make quite a good income and can afford a good apartment
You wouldn't believe the taxes and bills there are here. You
have to pay for
all the things villains break and then are insurance bills on
supervillains, tornadoes, water damage and even earthquake insurance.
there would possibly be an earthquake in Gotham? Who would even
having us pay for that?
Another good thing about living in this apartment was living
on the 24th
floor. Nobody even sees you fly onto your balcony looking out
greater Gotham area. I slowly descended onto the stone balcony
and took the
time it takes to walk to the door to change out of my "working
Simply by thinking about it, my costume began to "burn"
away as a green flame
quickly glided over my body, turning what was a tight costume,
cape and mask
into a short sleeved shirt and boxers.
When I reached the door I gently turned the knob trying not
to make a
sound that could possibly wake Molly up only to have the knob
turn a little
until halting in its place. Locked. No big deal though. There
may not be a
key hole on the outside of the balcony door, but getting inside
challenge when you could create anything you could think of.
With ease, I
guided a flame between the almost nonexistent hole between the
door and the
floor. On, the other side of the door, the flame took the figure
of a hand,
and unlocked the balcony door. Smiling, I gently pushed open
the door and
entered my home.
Even though I suspected Molly would still be up, I tried not
to make any
noise that would wake her under the circumstance that she had
drifted off. No
light was left on waiting for my arrival so I began to assume
she had drifted
off. I could have easily created a flame to help me navigate
darkened family room and kitchen to the bedroom, but I had lived
house for years. I could have walked around that house blind
and I guess I
Upon coming closer to the bedroom I heard the faint sound of
infomercial talking about just how youthful their cream could
make you look.
Just what Molly needed to hear about. But fortunately for me
she was fast
asleep in the bed. I tiptoed over to the bed and lifted the
covers up just
enough to get me under and leave Molly's side motionless. I
wrapped my arm
around her gentle body for a while to make her aware I was home,
subconsciously and felt her body relax just a little bit knowing
I was home.
Comforted by that I gently stroked her cheek before I fell asleep.
seemed oddly wet, but maybe it was just my imagination. Without
thought I drifted asleep.
A figure sat on a throne of fire, the smoke covering up his
scent of burning flesh filled the air. Leather wings flapped
on the sides of
the figure and a slight chuckle could be heard over the roaring
the figure spoke as two blood-red eyes pierced the smoke, "It
The Scott's Apartment: 8:15 AM
I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of egg's frying.
my eyes to find that where my wife had lied before I fell asleep
vacant. That always bothered me for some reason. Maybe it was
the fact that I
didn't realize things were going on around me as I slept. Standing
raised my hands up towards the ceiling, stretching out my tight
Walking out into the main room I see Molly standing in a green
robe in front
of the stove. Her silver hair laid gently on her shoulders.
Approaching silently from behind her, I wrapped both my hands
and pulled her closer to me. She tensed up for only a second,
could tell it was my touch and leaned back into me. "I
was wondering when you
were planning on getting up," she said.
"I was out late last night," I replied, speaking softly
into her ear.
"What time is it anyway? I should be making the morning
I walked over to the small television on the counter and turned
The picture wasn't great, but it wasn't meant to be the soul
entertainment in a house. The TV was naturally on GBC, my broadcasting
company. And Gotham In The Morning was just beginning their
headlines for the
"--This mornings top story, Batman, Gotham's dark vigilant,
major drug smuggling operation at Gotham Harbor last night,
$400,000 in heroin and cocaine. Police found the smugglers tied
to the dock,
who when being read their rights, were partially cationic and
could not stop
telling the police to get them away from the bat."
"And today marks the beginning of Metropolis' new neighbor,
City. Who's opening festivities will inclu--" click.
I had quickly turned off the TV from the other side of the kitchen,
creating a stick that reached across the room and pressed the
"It figures," I said angrily. "Only Alan Scott,
The Sentinel, could be
ignored by his own station. You know, Molly, sometimes I wonder
if what I do
here is appreciated at all or if I'm just lost in the crowd
vigilantes that roam the city."
"Honey, don't ever say that again," Molly said trying
to ease my anger.
"You do a lot for this city and to be mad that someone
else gets more
publicity shouldn't change the fact that you do good things."
"I know that, Molly. But I've been at this for decades
and it seems that
even my youth isn't going to make me one of the great's again."
"What are you talking about? You are one of the great's.
You're on the
Justice Society. You're a legend among super-heroes."
"Exactly. I'm a legend. Which means I was one of the greats,
I'm just another old man trying to retain his youth and do the
things done by
mostly 20 year-olds. Face it, Molly. No matter how young I look,
I'm still an
Molly walked up to me and placed her arms around me. "Never
aren't important, Alan. A lot of people have benefited for what
you do, and
without you there is no way I would be alive. If nothing else,
I met Molly's gazing blue eyes and knew what she was saying
right. I'd saved countless lives over the years and I rescued
Molly out of
hell itself. But this is different. I've dedicated my entire
life to these
people and this city. And now it's like they don't even remember
me. If I
can't even get respect in my city, where can I get it?
I wasn't going to back down this time. Molly wanted me to calm
but I wasn't going to give into it this time. It was time for
me to stand up
for myself, damnit. I spun around, breaking Molly's hold on
me and began
walking towards the door as I reformulated the molecules in
my boxers to
become an entire suit.
"I'm sorry, Molly," I said as I opened the door. "But
I was given my
youth back for a reason and I'm sure as hell it wasn't for me
to be Batman's
clean up hitter. I'll be back tonight." And with that I
said good-bye to my
GBC Headquarters. 9:05 AM
If I had known what was awaiting me when the elevator door opened
the executive level of GBC headquarters I'd have certainly not
left home. The
second the metal doors began to slide back to the side I found
"Share's dropped 30 points in last 2 days--"
"Sponsors backing out left and right--"
"Wayne Corp. is requesting a termination of their commercial
The masses swarmed around me asking questions that I couldn't
begin to answer. The polls had never given any indication we
other stations. Why would there be a sudden drop?
I shoved my way through the inquisitive crowd and reached my
door. "All questions will be answered later when someone
organizes what the
hell they're saying! Now if you'll excuse me," I shouted
as I entered my
office, locking the door behind me.
"I take it you're heard about our sudden slip," said
a little man
sitting in my chair. The man was Robert McNamara, a man in his
early 30's who
was the stations top advisor on public affairs.
"Yeah, Bob. I've heard," I muttered, still in shock
of the whole matter.
"How did this happen?"
"Well, I can honestly say I'm not sure. I thought we were
There was never a hint that we were doing poorly until this
morning. The way
it looks now we're barely getting more viewers than PBS. There
no way we can gain our previous position..we're on the verge
I walked over to one of the chairs facing my desk and sat down.
my eyes and leaned my head back hoping that I would possibly
reopen my eyes
to find myself still in bed. No such luck. "What should
"My advise is get out while you still have some left. I'm
sorry this came
up like it did. How one day you are on top and the next minute
watching is beyond me, but it happened. Now it's just a matter
what you can."
"So this is it for me, huh? My broadcasting days are over?"
"Not necessarily. Maybe you've heard, but Metropolis has
received a neighbor town called Apollyon. The place doesn't
have a real local
news channel. Maybe this is a sign saying Apollyon is a way
pastures. What do you think?"
I starred blankly into space for a few seconds after that. Was
the best idea? Leave Gotham? The place where I spent the most
of my life? The
city I've sworn to protect? But maybe this is also the best
chance to make a
name for myself. To not only have a top television station,
but also my very
own city right next to Superman! "You know what, Bob? I
think you may be onto
something. Lets get to work on transferring our funds and getting
up in Apollyon Cit--"
At that moment a blonde haired woman came barging into the room.
"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Scott, but I think you may want
to hear about this.
A bunch of guys wearing all types of armor and stuff are using
as a shooting gallery. They are right by your house".
"Thank you very much for that warning, Miss," I said
gratefully as I
stood up from my seat. "If you'd excuse me for a sec, Bob,
I have to use the
bathroom before we get to work."
Bob began writing up the paperwork for the transfer while I
and had probably been working on it a good five minutes before
noticing I was
still in the bathroom. He told me later that he knocked on the
door hard, but
I didn't answer. I could hardly respond though, since I was
already 5 miles
away soaring through the Gotham sky toward Grant Street. This
was my last
fight in Gotham and I wasn't about to miss it. Gotham would
forget about any contribution I made to the city, but that didn't
was heading to my new home now. A place where I wouldn't be
second behind a
flying rodent. The Bat can have Gotham, but Apollyon is all
mine..and I have
a feeling things are gonna' go my way...
Author's Note: Hello and welcome to the first issue of Sentinel.
issue may not have been action packed, but I assure you that
once this series
gets going you will definitely be enjoying the adventures of
Green Lantern. Long time fans of Alan Scott may not like some
of the turns I
have made with this series, such as moving him out of Gotham
Metropolis a neighboring city (Which doesn't mean they are connected,
are a good 50 miles apart). But not everything will last that
Alan Scott is a golden aged hero who has regained his youth
makes him different from other golden age heroes. In the normal
ever played up Alan's restored youth and that maybe he would
use his new
found youth to do different things with his life. I'm trying
to take Alan out
of obscurity as a Golden Age hero and give him his own place
make him a modern day hero. Just as JSA is making a whole team
new again, I
will be focusing on making Alan Scott new again too. Thank you
Next Issue: Alan starts his new life in Apollyon City just in
time to face
the monstrosity known as Beelzebub!
Questions or comments? Contact me at Chrisserb@aol.com
Author's other note: This story was sort of rushed near the
end and I
apologize. This past month has been a real pain for me; computer
my father's heart attack, so writing had to be pushed back.
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