Ghost_of_Ottawa

"What kind of betrayal hurts worst? One that comes from people who swore to protect you." The small midwestern city of Ottawa, Illinois is thrown into a madman's version of conspiracy theorists pandora's box and these locals, friends, become leaders, heroes, and legends. Hardship and loss befall these unlikely heroes. Every step forward seems like they are over a thousand steps behind. Forced to put down their beers and bongs, replacing them with rifles and the hands of dying loved ones, the Star Spangled Heroes tackle anything that seems to threaten their way of life.

Star Spangled Freedom

"Tell me Ghost, do you remember how Patricia died?"


"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!"


"Perhaps I should tell you, remind you of how pathetically she gave her life."


"THAT'S ENOUGH!" the Ghost yelled and threw his punch, only to find himself being thrown through a house wall.


The man laughed and looked to his enemy. "You disgrace her memory."


The words sliced through him like a hot knife. He shuttered as he stood up. "I must remember why I became the Ghost."


Back in the bunker everyone had been gathered watching the fight.


"Hey, Miss, I know you're married to him, what did that man mean when he said by Commander Ghost is disgracing the memory of someone named Patricia?"


"Patricia May, that is the Grandma of our leader, the one he first decided to protect with his life."


"Woah wait, you mean that guy knows a woman who'd been gone for that long?" asked Leon


"For the man he's had decades to perfect this, while the Ghost has only had a year to cope with the loss." she said holding his dog tags tightly in her hands. "Don't listen to him, focus on the battle." she whispered.


Back in the Capital, things weren't looking good for the Ghost. They had been going blow for blow, and the Ghost was bleeding and battered badly.


"If she could see you now, do you think she'd be proud? You are a god damn failure."


"Of my mouth? Maybe you'd rather hear it from your own mother."


The man punched the Ghost square in the chest, knocking him over. The man laughed as he walked toward the Ghost.


"You abandoned us on the moon, our ancestors told us how to kill you, that means to break that self-righteous mind of yours."


"Not self-righteous, just unbreakable."


The Ghost stood back up and exchanged blows with the man, who just kept smiling. "Over the last few years, we've been honing special genetic abilities we were given at birth. What hope have you against someone who can do what I can do?"


The Ghost didn't answer, he summoned his strength and fired a fist into the man's chest only for the man to catch it.


An explosion of air clouded the broadcast, once it had died down, it revealed the Ghost was still standing, but dripping his own blood onto the cobblestone streets. "You're still standing? Bravo, I must say however, this fight ends here."


The man lifts the Ghost into the air and slams him onto the concrete. The Ghost lay there in a puddle of his own blood, not moving, leaving the man to laugh over him. Everyone locked their view on the screens, praying for his victory.


Master of the Ghost