January 1945 The war in Europe was nearing its conclusion. Allied troops were entering Germany from all sides, and the German military was in shambles. Even the Nazi's defenses against the Allied mystery men were gone the Spear of Destiny had been taken back to Japan, and the Axis meta-human code named Parsifal had been assassinated by the Americommando. In one last move of desperation, Nazi leaders ordered all remaining Axis meta-humans to stop the advance of the Allied troops entering Germany from the west.
A battlefield along the Luxembourg German border
Sgt. Frank Rock chewed on the toothpick in his mouth and couldn't help from feeling like a fifth wheel. "They sure are, Wildman," said Rock to the soldier next to him. "But we should be in there helpin' 'em, not standing on the sidelines."
"We wouldn't stand a chance against those Axis super types, Rock."
The soldiers of Easy Company, only part of the larger Allied army waiting on the sidelines, could only watch as select members of the Justice Society, All Star Squadron, and Freedom Fighters battled their evil Axis counterparts. The newsreels of the battle, viewed by America audiences weeks later, would show footage of the hero Iron Munro slugging it out with Ubermensch, the Ray and Firebrand routing Night and Fog, the Shining Knight's aerial dual with Gudra the Valkyrie, and Green Lantern battling Baron Blitzkrieg, among others. One fight was being waged at such high speeds that no one could see it until it ended. Johnny Quick and the Flash had engaged the Axis speedster Zyklon in a super speed fight punches and kicks moved too fast to be seen by the ordinary eye. Only when Zyklon dropped to the ground did the Flash and Johnny Quick become more than fast moving blurs.
"The Flash and Johnny-what's-his-name got their guy!" cheered Wildman.
"Uh-uh, he's gettin' back up again!" hollered Rock. "He was fakin' it!"
"Aww, shoot, now he's decked both our guys .."
"And coming this way real fast!" gulped Rock as he raised his rifle.
"Crap! He's comin' right at us!" yelled Wildman.
"I'm sick of waitin' on the sidelines, I'm takin' this Nazi out myself!" stated Rock angrily. "Never should have brought these fancy costumed wearin' fellas into this .."
Sgt. Rock couldn't pull the trigger in time. The blue blur that was Zyklon whizzed past him before he had time to blink. Before Rock could turn his head, a red and blue that was the Flash passed him, and before the super speed induced wind could knock Rock's helmet off his head, a red and yellow Johnny Quick blur sped by.
"Damn!" said a startled looking Rock as his helmet hit the ground with a thump.
"Zyklon said something
to rile them up," said Wildman. "Our guys took off after him
like bats outtta Hell."
Go, Johnny, Go, Go!My name's Johnny Quick, and right now, I'm only one of the fastest men alive!
By David R. Black
Johnny Quick's body ached from the battle with Zyklon, and moving at super speed sure didn't make him feel any better.
Damn, my shoulder feels like it's on fire, thought Johnny. Chest hurts too, think a rib is broke. Gotta keep going. Gotta catch Zyklon and stop him.
Up ahead, Johnny could
see the Flash Jay and further ahead, beyond Flash, was Zyklon.
The trio was speeding across France, nearing the Atlantic Ocean. Johnny
couldn't get Zyklon's words out of his mind: "I will kill your President!"
Geez, like this doesn't
happen in every chase scene in a B-grade movie, thought Johnny as
he watched the Flash vibrate through the tumbling melons. Still, Mrs.
Quick's boy was pretty good at dodge ball back in school!
Boom. Sonic boom.
Zyklon's broke the sound barrier! Never gone that fast before! It feels
like there's an inferno raging in my legs
.muscles are so sore
can't last much longer
The Atlantic Ocean passed like a blue-green blur beneath the runners' feet, and soon the trio was racing up the Chesapeake Bay and entering the Potomac River.
Zyklon lowered his speed as he approached Washington D.C.
Jay must have been thinking the same thing, as he too slowed down. Up ahead, a ferry lazily made its way across the river, and beyond that was the Jefferson Memorial. Zyklon changed directions, and he headed towards the crowded ferry. Simultaneously, Johnny looked at Jay and both said,
Zyklon crashed through the bow of the ferry, and his speed allowed him to cut through it like a hot knife through butter. Wooden boards splintered, and the ferry instantly began to sink. Passengers screamed, and some fell into the icy waters of the Potomac as the ferry lurched to one side. Zyklon kept going, headed towards the White House.
OK, what do I do? Save
the passengers or save the President? Which is more important their
lives or the spirit of the entire nation?
Anger filled Johnny Quick
from head to toe. Anger at a Nazi agent who would dare to try to kill
President Roosevelt. Anger at himself for wanting to give up earlier.
Anger at himself for not stopping Zyklon before he could hurt the passengers
on the ferry. Johnny was exhausted, his fuel tank empty. His legs felt
like lead, and his injuries throbbed with pain. Johnny reached deep down
into himself for one more thing to keep him going.
Come on! Just a little bit faster! Need to go faster, but nothing's left. No more energy. I'm fading. 3X2(9YZ)4A ..3X2(9YZ)4A ..still feel tired. Think of ..think of ..Libby!
Libby Lawrence. Liberty Belle. Either way she was Johnny's wife. As Johnny leaped over the White House fence, he imagined the sight of Libby's long golden hair, her beautiful smile, and her warm nature. Zyklon crashed through a window and Johnny followed him inside, feeling more energetic, and now only one arm's length away. Up the stairs, down the hall, and Johnny reached out and grabbed Zyklon by the back of the neck.
Got him! I got him!
"Stopped you! You lose!" wheezed Johnny Quick as he gasped for air.
Zyklon was exhausted as well, and the villain tried in vain to struggle against Johnny's tight grip. Johnny put his last ounce of energy into an uppercut that landed squarely on Zyklon's jaw. Zyklon dropped to the floor unconscious and defeated.
"Mr. President," said Johnny softly as he turned towards Roosevelt and weakly saluted, "Johnny Quick. Glad to be of service."
Johnny's knees buckled, and a guard rushed to help slow his fall.
"My word ..Thank you Mr. Quick." said a still astonished President Roosevelt.
Johnny Quick didn't hear the President's thanks. He slumped exhausted to the floor, a rejuvenating sleep already embracing him. A small smile spread across Johnny's face as he lay on the floor of the Oval Office. He was a hero ..he saved the day ..and at least for today, he was the fastest man alive.
All characters are DC Comics
This story is © 1999 by David R. Black.
David R. Black is Fanzing.com's magazine editor and chief archivist. A big fan of "The Warlord," he has a cat named Shakira and is looking for a girlfriend named Tara....