Greenmatter: Revenge of the Maeville Ghost

by Daniel North

  I did my best to suppress any sign of a grin forming on my face. I hadn’t stuck around the bank to see what happened next, but I saw Harvie in his underwear on the front page of the paper the next day. Just thinking about it brightens my day. Served him right, seeing that he was just going to skip the whole jail thing anyway.

  “Yes, that is a correct account of what happened,” Harvie said through clenched teeth to Craft.

  Byrne subtlety grabbed my hand and positioned it onto his crotch. Barely audible, I heard Byrne say, “Rub,” without taking his eyes from the projector.

  I froze.

  We were in a room full of people, during a meeting with the most infamous criminal in the city, and Byrne wanted me to massage his dick? I shuddered and looked again at the projector. I was proud of how incredible I looked in my costume but grimaced at the thought of someone like Byrne also liking how I looked in it.

  I didn’t want Byrne to get angry with me or cause a scene at my hesitation to grab his balls, so I put on a neutral expression and massaged. Byrne’s action had distracted me, but I started to listen to what Craft was saying again.

  “Greenmatter’s attacks are of little consequence in the long run. Besides her interruption of Harvie’s activities, she seems to only target petty criminals with little relation to our own organizations,” Craft went on.

  Little consequence!? You just said I had been disrupting your organizations. And I only targeted petty criminals because Detective Harris only gave me small stuff until a couple of weeks ago.

  Byrne grunted.

  Craft’s dismissal of the threat I represented as Greenmatter annoyed me, and I found myself increasing to pace that I massaged Byrne. I wanted to punch someone or send a tide of glass shards whipping around the room. Then Craft could reassess how of little consequence I was.

  “The greatest threat Greenmatter represents right now, is her ideal. So far, she’s been untouchable, and we no information as to who she is or how she obtained her abilities. The idea of a superhero protecting our city is likely what inspired Hood’s attacks,” Craft said.

  Hood?

  Harvie stood up and said, “As you are likely aware, since the appearance of Greenmatter, we’ve been attacked by a mysterious vigilante known as Hood. This man is a skilled fighter and seems to have insight was to where and when to hit our operations. We believe that Hood has built up a network of informants in our organizations and is acting on their information to attack us when we are most vulnerable.”

  So, there was another hero in town fighting against the criminal underworld, without superpowers. Brave. Why haven’t I heard about this guy?

  “We’ve successfully bribed or blackmailed any of the media from posting information regarding Hood and his attacks. In terms of Greenmatter, we’ve failed to suppress news of her completely, but we have minimized how serious the media takes her,” Harvie continued.

  Byrne grunted and his cock twitched under his shorts as I continued to rub him at an angry pace.

  The underworld has control of the media too!? I bet they were responsible for the whole Green Stuff misprint.

  “You’re almost there beautiful,” Byrne whispered into my ear and tensed up. He then quickly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his underwear away from his balls. He then grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock.

  I my whole body shuddered. Byrnes cock was slick with sweat and precum, which was now all over my hand.

  “You’re doing good babe, don’t stop now,” Byrnes whispered.

  I was still angry about being undervalued as a superhero, so I grabbed Byrne’s lubricated shaft and started pumping him angrily and went back to focusing on the meeting. If I didn’t, I was liable to blow my cover in my anger and turn this table into a monster of splintered wood and steel, sending it to attack everyone in here.

  A man beside us, looked down to see me pumping Byrne and mumbled, “Seriously? Couldn’t it wait till after the meeting?”

  With a strained gasp Byrne’s replied, “Shut up, or I’ll have you do it instead of her.”

  The man scowled but went back to listening to Craft and Harvie.

  Craft took over again and said, “Even with media suppression, Greenmatter posses a threat to organized crime in this city by providing the public with ideas of acceptable vigilantism. Therefore, to combat this threat, we’re going to make an example of those that dare meddle in our business, starting tonight with Hood.” The projector cut to a live feed of a Hooded man in black leather body armor tied to a chair in a dark storage room. Craft continued, “Over the course of a week, we sent out counterintelligence concerning a poorly guarded shipment of weapons coming into the city. It was a lure for Hood. As you can see, he took the bait.”

  I was continuing to pump Byrne’s slick cock nervously as I watched the stream. The hooded man or Hood was breathing in deeply pained breaths. It looked like they’ve been torturing him, as there were dark puddles splattered around the chair on the floor. His armour was open over his bloodied, yet heavily muscled torso. It was wrong, but the sight of the man’s chest and abs brought a heat between my legs. He was big and hot.

  “YES!” Byrne howled.

  I yelped at his sudden outbursts. Byrne’s ejaculate hit the bottom of the table which immediately proceeded to drip onto my thigh. The back of my hand was also dripping with warm cum.

  God damn it. I didn’t want him to go over the edge.

  Craft looked a bit startled at us, but finally said, “Thank you for your enthusiasm, Jack. Yes, Hood’s capture means a lot for everyone. Although, our plan is far from over. Tonight, we are going to make an example out of Hood and Greenmatter.”

  I began wiping the cum from my thigh and hand on Byrne’s shorts.

  Byrne leaned over and kissed me on the cheek in appreciation, then relaxed back into his chair.

  “Did you capture Greenmatter as well?” a woman at the table asked.

  “No, we have not captured Greenmatter, but we will be luring her into a trap tonight,” said Craft, then paused dramatically.

  My ears perked up, waiting for him to reveal his plan on how he intended on capturing Greenmatter.

  A large grin came over Craft’s face and he said, “Harvie here, has built the perfect trap to redeem himself. Tonight, at the baseball stadium, we will unmask and execute Hood on live television, unless Greenmatter presents herself before us, that is. If she doesn’t, Hood dies, and everyone will see that she is a fraud of a hero. If she does, we’ll have a small army, armed to the teeth, and ready to ambush her and kill her, if she shows her pretty face. All of it live on television, I might add.”

  Byrne spoke up and asked, “If we kill Greenmatter, what do we do with Hood?”

  Harvie chuckled and said, “We kill Hood, regardless. Releasing him back onto the streets will just have him attacking us again.”

  I shivered and starred at the stream of Hood, wide-eyed. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins from my sudden fear, and my body began to sweat.

  Everyone started to applaud Craft and Harvie, some even cheering.

  They wanted to kill me and if didn’t go to that ball stadium tonight, they were going to kill Hood too. In the comics they always just tied up the hero and threatened to kill them, but they never followed through. In my imagination I thought Craft was going to say he had a giant red ball to trap me in, made from some mineral weakness of mine.

  I became a superhero because I was bored and needed a new purpose in this new world. I never imagined that the criminal underworld of this city would go out of their way to actively try and eliminate me. This got so real, so quickly. I wanted greater challenges as a hero, but I still always imagined that I would still just swoop in, drop some one liners, beat the bad guys, and walk away. There was risk to what I did, but never something I couldn’t handle. This though, was extreme, and I didn’t want to die.

  Maybe I was a fraud of a hero. Hood never got any glory with the whole lack of media. Maybe he was the real hero, someone who
continued to fight criminals, even when no-one knew they were doing it. I on the other hand, loved the media attention. I loved people taking pictures of me in my costume and cheering at the sight of me. Although, even with my media attention, I wasn’t as productive as Hood. He managed to almost singlehandedly frighten the criminals, so much so that they planned this whole scheme. Without Hood, maybe they’d still see me as a minimal threat and continue to have girls jerk them of to pictures of me.

  “I need to use the washroom,” I said to Byrne, and moved to leave.

  He grabbed my arm and said, “Be quick. Meet me in the same room as last time and bring Tiffany with you. I want to fuck you both as if I was fucking Greenmatter and Hood myself.”

  I made a queasy smile and nodded, then hurried out of the room. I found a washroom, made sure nobody was inside, and vomited into the toilet. I coughed and tears streamed down my face, as I sat down beside the toilet, shaking violently with my fear. Everyone one of those men in that boardroom were evil, cruel, and hell bent on seeing me fall. I didn’t want to die.

  When I got up and cleaned my mouth out with water in the sink, I made my way into the halls, careful to avoid anyone’s attention. I never went to grab Tiffany nor did I go back to the room Byrne told me to meet him. I left and ran home.

  Chapter 5

  I slammed my dorm room door, stripped, and jumped into my shower. I wasn’t certain if I were imagining it, but I swear I could still smell Byrne’s scent on my skin. If there was even a chance it was there, I wanted his smell removed from my body. The last words he said to me played in my head, “I want to fuck you both as if I was fucking Greenmatter and Hood myself.” I shivered at the thought.

  Disgusting Pig.

  I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. As I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed my phone blinking, alerting me that I missed a call. I checked the phone and found Detective Harris had tried to reach me.

  On my way back home, I had dropped off the bug at the police station in an envelope for the Detective. It seems he finally got it, which encouraged me a bit. Now the Detective would have evidence against Craft and can finally build a case against him. Although, I was still mad at the Detective for what happened to me with Byrne. My ass was still a bit raw.

  I picked up the phone and called Harris.

  “Detective Anthony Harris,” Harris answered.

  “It’s me. You listened to Craft’s meeting?” I asked.

  There was a long pause.

  Harris finally spoke solemnly, “I did. This is my fault and I’m sorry. I knew they would react violently to anyone that challenged them. I thought I could build your reputation slowly by giving you minor jobs, stuff they wouldn’t react too. That way, you could erode their control slowly, give people hope and undermine the influence the criminals had over the public. But Hood, I had no idea that your deeds would encourage others to fight against the underworld outright, and so soon.”

  He tried to protect me. All this time I thought he was holding me back and didn’t trust me, but he was trying to prevent me from getting targeted.

  Harris continued, “I thought- still think you can make a difference for this city, but in order to do that, I need you alive. We’ll figure out some way to save Hood and prevent Craft from ruining your reputation. This is my mess; I’ll clean it up. I don’t have a lot of people I can trust in the department, but I’ve got some good cops that are willing to risk going against Craft.”

  Harris was going to sacrifice himself to save Hood and me.

  “Detective, you heard what Craft said, they’ll have an army in there. You’ll die,” I said.

  Harris let out a sad chuckle and said, “Don’t underestimate Maeville’s finest. We may not be able to throw walls at people, but we’ve all come out of a sticky situation or two. We can hold our own. You’re the one we need to protect, another cop will replace me in time, but our city only has one superhero.”

  I sniffed. “I might get killed fighting them on my own, your right, but that doesn’t mean you can either. I don’t want to throw my life away, but I couldn’t live with myself if I just stayed at home while you died in my name. What happened to Hood is my fault too. I could have stuck to stopping muggings, but no, I came to you. I wanted to fight against the criminal underworld. If your going, I’m going, “I said with a bit of courage.

  Harris growled in annoyance, “Think of the city. You give people hope. If you die, that hope might die with you. Then we’ll be back to where we started.”

  “I am thinking of the city. Craft’s right, if I stay at home while they kill Hood, then I’m a fraud of a hero. I’d let Craft win, showing everyone that Greenmatter is just another bystander, hoping for someone to do something. I’m supposed to be that person; Someone who does something. Do you think people will feel hope when their hero stays inside and only helps when it’s convenient for her?” I yelled.

  Harris stayed silent for what seemed like a minute. I nearly asked if he was still there.

  “Fine, your right. We’ll both go, but we need to do things my way. This isn’t a game, and we need a plan. Meet me at the parkade, third level, west of the baseball stadium at 4:00pm. We’ll strategize and hit them before sundown,” Harris said.

  “Deal,” I replied, then hung up.

  Chapter 6

  I walked through the parkade in my Greenmatter costume, taking the stairs up to the third level, where Harris said he’d be. I had to listen hard for any sign of Harris and the other cops, but finally I heard the low muttering of someone off to my right. For hiding in a parkade, they did an incredible job of remaining out of sight.

  Harris and the others were set up between a couple non-descript vans, hiding them from anyone’s view, not that there was anyone to view them. This parkade only busy when a baseball game was playing on the weekends. Between them was a foldout table with blueprints of the stadium across it. They looked in my direction when I approached.

  “You weren’t lying, that’s Greenmatter,” said a brunette woman, with a nose ring. Her hair was cut on one side in an edgy style. She looked generally surprised to see me, and her eyes sparkled with admiration.

  Another man with grey hair and a strong jawline bristled with stubble, looked up at me. “Anthony, you sly dog. You got us a superhero,” he said.

  Detective Harris motioned to the woman, then to the man. “Lieutenant Michell, Sargent Parsons, this is Greenmatter,” He said. He then pointed to another couple guys in the back. One was thin and lanky with a mop of a haircut, and the other was a muscled and rugged man with dark skin. “These two are Officer Frost and Detective Barker,” Harris added.

  Officer Frost looked me over with uncertainty and asked, “Can you really do things? I mean, it’s not just smoke and mirrors, is it?”

  I smiled and pointed my index and middle finger at Frost’s tie, then did some quick motions with my fingers. His tie split down the center, knotted one, twice, then three times, before untangling and going back to normal.

  Frost was wide-eyed at the display, and beside him Barker broke out into a fit of chuckles at seeing Frost’s expression. While Parson’s face only showed a light smirk.

  Lieutenant Michell looked at me like I just showed her Santa was real. “I knew it!” She said exclaimed happily.

  I smiled but was considering the numbers in front of me. Harris only brought five people, including himself. He either was extremely confident in their abilities, or he was stupid. If I hadn’t come, how many of these people would be alive tomorrow? The thought made me angry at him. The success of this mission was already a gamble, and he was willing to risk his team’s lives to do it. “Detective, is this everyone?” I asked.

  Harris’s face became neutral, and he said, “Yes, this is everyone I trust within the department. Before you ask, yes, these people are the best. Like I said before, we all gotten out of a sicky situation or two before.”

  “We’re not just any cops,” said Parson. He continued, “We’
ve all been given metals for getting through Harris’s so-called, sticky situations. This is a big mission, but we’ve been working our entire lives to get a shot at Craft. No-one here is going to pass up the opportunity to be here.”

  “Besides, Harris is getting too old to do this kind of thing on his own,” said lieutenant Michell, teasingly.

  “Your going to have to prove that in the ring when we get back, Angela,” said Harris in challenge to lieutenant Michell. “But that’s enough, we’ve only got a couple hours before nightfall. We need to work on our plan,” said Detective Harris. He leaned back over the blueprints.

  For the next hour we drilled who was going where, when they were to be there, and what to do if something went wrong. With it being a ball stadium and Craft planning an ambush, most of his men would likely be lining the stadium and facing inward to open fire on me. Therefor, the best plan was for me to spring the trap. That way everyone’s eyes would be on me, while Harris and the others infiltrated the stadium and silently dispatched as many men as they could. If they opened fire early, I was to quickly encase myself and Hood in stone to shield us, maintaining the distraction while the others continued with their plan. If something went wrong and the Crackle’s men were alerted to Harris and the others, I was to let all hell break loose and get Hood out to safety. We called that plan C. Only if I got Hood out, was I to come back for the others.

  It seemed like a pretty good plan, seeing that originally, I had just intended to sneak inside and get Hood myself, only calling on the others for backup if something went wrong. I was also much more confident in everyone’s abilities. I was mostly quiet during the planning, but everyone else spoke with such professional strategy, that it made them seem like generals in a war room.

  When everything was finalized Harris spoke, “I think we have a plan here ladies and gentlemen, anything else we should go over?”