Jeepers, Creepers

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 The thing that was once Aleister Hook, perched upon the ruined building as he scanned the once proud city. He didn't know how Fawcett came to this state, nor did he care. His only concern was that the children needed him, they needed his gift now more than ever. Especially if what he had been told was true.  The heirs of Shazam were in this city, and they were vulnerable.

His name was Skyhook, and he was reborn from the power of the Lady Blaze, daughter of the wizard Shazam. Once he was a physician in London over a century ago. During that time he sought children, and slayed them. He did not so so out of hatred or some perverse fixation, but to free these innocent beings from the future torment they would be forced to bear. The people of London in all their sin and hypocrisy, cloaked in their worship of a "benevolent" god, burned him for his actions. Knowing he would receive no mercy from his enemies' patron, he called out to any being that would listen. Thus the Lady Blaze saved his life, and gave him a new purpose. He would no longer have to kill the children, rather, he would bring them into a new, higher state of existence, free from all of Man's inherent flaws. Twice he attempted to so in the New World city of Metropolis, and twice he battled the "Superman".

Now things were different, he had a new ally  in his crusade, and he would succeed. He must bring the heirs of Shazam into his flock, making the wizard's powers his. Nothing would stop them, his children would feel the skies. As if in answer to his thoughts, the flutter of a multitude of wings could be heard as his present flock shared in their "father's" anticipation.

"Come my children," Skyhook spread his massive wings as he took off. "It is time to find your future brother and sister."

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[king-marvel.livejournal.com]

Without his gifts, Freddy Freeman was still valuable. As Fawcett's last known "Parade" All-American prior to his injury, he kept a rather high profile in the community. So now, Freeman used his abilities for a better reason.

Helping the city recover from the ground level. Freddy ushered in and twisted his wrench, trying to torque down a pipe above him. The Fawcett homeless shelter was completely overran with the city's recent catastrophe and it was all hands on deck for the time being. The repairs were both major in some places, and general maintenance in others. But at least there was work, and helped provide him somewhere to sleep.

Under his breath, however, Freddy repeated as many words as he could. A glimmer of hope that somehow, someway, he'd find the right trigger. "Trigger. Gun. Pistol. Pistol Pete. Pistolera. Bolero. Bowl. Bowling Ball..."