Marc and Alana plot

Marc and Alana know even in these trying times, Anat is out wreaking havoc. She has no respect.

They know they need to end her madness. But how?

They read their old comics and saw what the Hulk, Sith, and Jedi would do. Marc grew up loving the Hulk, Emperor, Vader, and Yoda. But generally leaned dark.

They got out of their pajamas and put on hazmat suits and went out. They knew they had many places to investigate. Anat was known to stir trouble all over the city.

They started in Flushing Meadows-Corona Park. It is a beautiful but usually filthy park with no drainage. Alana and Anat have fought each other there.

They marched in and hiked toward the World’s Fair Globe. The park was deader than dead. They walked toward the zoo. They didn’t see her. Nor did they smell her.

They kept walking. They didn’t want to jump on the trains or ferry to head to Central Park, Wolfe’s Pond Park or her other haunts.

They kept their heads up and kept patrolling. They headed toward the building that houses the swimming pool. All of a sudden an apricot nailed Alana in the back of her head. She fell back. Marc grabbed her.

They looked everywhere and didn’t see their nemesis. They walked a few feet and more dried fruit was falling. Marc looked up at and saw her Anat at the top of a tree. She looked like something out of a B level horror flick.

Alana ran for the tree and scaled it like a reptile. She pulled her mask off and started shooting wine. Grapes were hitting her. She laughed. I’m being shot with what my wine is made of. She knew she had to fight harder.

From the ground, Marc launched pomegranates at Anat, who was still at the top of the tree.

Alana climbed higher and grabbed Anat by the neck. Anat started to wobble. She started to fall. In her flight to the ground, she grabbed Alana’s ankles. Alana kicked her ground and kicked Anat. She kept flying.

All of a sudden she landed on her stomach. She let out a scream like a dying animal. An animal she was. But she wasn’t dying. She was injured. But ready to fight. But she couldn’t move.

Marc stood over her and drowned her in honey. Alana jumped from the tree and landed with her feet into Anat’s face. Anat’s legs kicked up as Alana landed. Alana rolled to the ground and got up.

Anat was withering in pain. But trying her best to rise. Alana looked at Marc. Their lips locked.