-----------------------------FLIPSIDE, Book 2
Flipside is a world beneath ours where dreams go to die. Imagine a world created solely for the repository of our imaginations, where the unwritten stories live alongside those never completed and every fickle being that has ever been conjured from the deep recesses of our mind walks the yellow brick roads that pave the way to great cities.
Flipside is a place where you can get anything, or if you are not careful, where anything can get you. You can find ogres, dragons, superheroes, demons, knights and dead pop stars drinking alongside each other in any of the many bars, pubs and nightclubs that offer every vice imaginable.
You can only access Flipside if you wish for it hard enough, or are desperate enough, or have a death wish. Gods walk through the streets, passing undead cheerleaders or old cowboy gunslingers and no one bats an eyelid. Tourism is a big trade, mainly because Flipside gets a cut of the insurance money, which is ridiculously high. In a world where Satan, Dr Doom, Hannibal Lecter and Jason Vorhees can establish their own businesses, no one is ever really safe.
So… welcome to Flipside; a place where dreams can come true, or, more likely, where nightmares will kill you. For god’s sake; be careful.
For those of you who have not been already met me, my name is Arthur. Yes like the King and yes, the same person. . I am protected by Merlin the magician’s most powerful spells and carry at my side Excalibur, the gun reshaped from my old sword. It shoots bullets that kill instantly and the name Arthur Pendragon has become synonymous with death in Flipside. Oh, I am also an alcoholic, and worse, a cop.
Samuel L Jackson V Bruce Willis
Professor X V Richard Reed
Chapter 2, War in the streets
A quick recap: I have been hired by an ugly ogre, actually a friend of mine, well more of an acquaintance who I owe a couple of favours to, to find out who killed an actor in a bar. Not just any bar, but one where no power could be used. That meant no telepathy, no magic, no cosmic power, no Odin force, nothing at all.
Unfortunately that also meant that I was helpless when the attack came. I was pinned helpless like a bug under a magnifying glass, whilst havoc broke loose and people started trying to kill each other. Normally that should have been impossible, cause as I said, this was a No-power zone.
I needed help and in the end there was only ever one person I was ever going to go to, and that was Professor Charles Xavier. The others may have been cleverer or wiser, but in the end he was the only one I could count as a friend.
The last time I had been at the X Mansion , there had been an army at my heels and a war had broken out. As you can imagine, the X-men were not all that pleased to see me. Colossus treated me with indifference, Jean and Scott acted like I was an irritating nuisance that hopefully would soon go away, Rogue surreptitiously removed one of her gloves and as always, Wolverine growled at me.
“Down doggy” I said, walking past.
Luckily, Professor X called me to Cerebro before the incident could escalade out of proportion.
“Charles” I greeted, sitting opposite him.
“Arthur, it has been a while. How are you?” As always, his voice was soothing and calming.
I quickly explained the situation to him, detailing the horrific fight and the sheer helplessness I had felt. I described the overwhelming power that had held me effortlessly in place whilst two actors had beaten the living daylights out of each other.
He listened intently and then said the one thing I had been dreading to hear.
“We have to go back to the bar and wait for the power to manifest itself. Then once it has, we may be able to get to the bottom of this.”
We were back at the bar, and Gorgeous Sam, the owner was there to greet us. Sam was a midget ogre, ugly as sin yet deep down a fairly decent type. He was waving his arms around frantically and screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Mama mia Pendragon. You have arrived just in time, the battle has spread. Half my customers are killing each other whilst the other half are running around Flipside trying to kill each other. It is pure pandemonium and my business is ruined! Ruined I say!”
I shot him a withering look and then me and Xavier passed by into the bar. It had been upturned with broken tables and chairs, and the entire length of the bar was smashed to bits.
Gorgeous Sam hadn’t been exaggerating.
Suddenly we felt it again. The power slammed into us like a torrent of rage, pinning both me and Xavier in place.
“Give me a moment, I will try and locate the source of the power” screamed Xavier against the constant barrage.
I quickly sipped at my hipflask, the pure stardust whisky slipping easily down my throat. I glanced about and saw six figures approaching us from the left. I recognised them as the famous cast of the sitcom Friends, except these weren’t the actors, these were the real characters.
And they looked angry.
Luckily their anger wasn’t focused on us. Instead, they were glaring intently at six angry figures approaching from the right. The cast of the sitcom Scrubs, looking equally angry.
I wondered for a moment how much of the stardust whisky I had actually had…
Without a moment’s hesitation they threw themselves at each other, screaming bloody murder and doing their best to kill each other and I was helpless to do anything but wait for Xavier to get to the bottom of the mystery.
Friends v Scrubs, the actual characters as opposed to the actors in a bloody fight to the death.
Joey V Dr Cox
Ross V Turc
Chandler V JD
Monica V Carla
Rachel V Eliot