Some tryout pages I did.
Story by Al Ewing
Art by me
Going to do these pages as a unit, to let you decide the
Cut to: BLUE STREAK. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Str…
There’s been more than one of this guy – at least one is dead - but for
the purposes of the issue it can just as easily be a totally new person in
the suit. He’s basically barrelling down Broadway on his jet-powered
rollerskates with a sack full of loot in one hand and a Glock in the other,
keeping ahead of a phalanx of pursuing cop cars and generally making
them look sick.
In their cars, the cops are desperately trying to keep up without success.
They’re using their radios to call for more units, and asking where the
hell the Avengers are and how a geek on super roller skates can be
making asses out of the entire NYPD…
Blue Streak’s exulting in his heist – he’s in it as much for the thrill as for
whatever meagre cash bag he’s managed to grab (probably from an
armoured truck unloading) – but in the sky above him, a streak of light
The light-beam draws level with Blue Streak as he runs, weirding him out
a little – then it morphs into MONICA RAMBEAU in her light form. She’s
wearing her new costume. She explains to a dumbfounded Blue Streak
that she’s currently pure light energy, mixed with a little sound so he can
hear her. She’s actually breaking a couple of the laws of physics just to
match his snail’s pace. She can become hard radiation by thinking about
it – so she could give him a lethal cancer as easily as saying the words…
By now, Blue Streak’s crapping his pants. Wide eyed under the mask.
But… she’s trying not to be that person any more. So she’s just going to
do this. We see her reach a hand in front of his face – both of them still
travelling at however many hundred miles an hour down Broadway –
Then she snaps her fingers – and creates a massive explosion right in his
face that blows him backwards into the windscreen of the nearest
pursuing cop car. We leave Blue Streak stunned, looking half-dead, with
the cops reading him his rights and telling him he’s lucky Monica was in a
Back to Monica – laughing, zipping across New York at lightspeed, on the
way to her appointment with an old friend.