Saint Joseph School

For three years I bled blue and white.

Sometimes black and gold.

And on two occasions... plaid...

I loved SJS. It was a lovely home away from home. I shall miss it.

Much love and gratitude,
Erika

Zig-Zapper. The item or thing you slap on a defeated bad guy to have him teleported to the Zig.

24 January, 2008


It felt so strange to be out of the city. Not that it was the first time she’d been out, or even her first time to this particular place. This time she was free though. Not under guard. Not in disguise. She held her head high as she strode across the compound. An Outcast no longer ...

21 January, 2008


Another week, another courtroom. Erika had become used to the formality of the environment from her seemingly endless series of parole hearings, but there was a different feel to it today. This time it wasn’t about her, it was about Stephan. This time it really mattered. This time ...

11 January, 2008


It took less than twenty minutes, but to Erika it felt like at least an hour. There was a lot of documents being handed out, all with dry names consisting of incomprehensible sequences of numbers and letters. She almost smiled at one point when it turned out there actually was an ...

19 February, 2007


You’re not going to believe this but I made a force field generator today. They gave everyone in my group a big box of parts and told us to design and build any kind of device we wanted. So I looked at what I had, and I thought about you and all the bad guys you must be fighting ...

22 November, 2006


“I disposed of the car. That should be the last thing linking us to what happened.” Timothy sat down on the park bench next to Erika, waiting for a response, but not really expecting one. The girl hadn’t said a word since they’d left the H.I.A.L. complex seven hours earlier.

“I ...

22 November, 2006


She could see children.

Down the corridor, past the security checkpoint, through the just-opened vault-like doors, Erika could see a group of children following a nurse. They looked to be in their early-teens, meaning Stephan wouldn’t be among them. She remembered his letter ...

22 November, 2006


It took every ounce of willpower Erika possessed to restrain herself from breaking into a run as the unsuspecting Admissions Officer led them through the hallways of the Hollindale Institute for Advanced Learning. The anticipation of seeing her brother in the flesh for the first ...

22 November, 2006


“Thank you again for seeing us without an appointment, Mister Landseer.”

“Oh, that’s quite all right, Mrs. Toledo. The holidays are actually a quiet time for my department. And please, call me Martin.” The man behind a desk flashed a charming smile, but still thought he detected ...

It took less than twenty minutes, but to Erika it felt like at least an hour. There was a lot of documents being handed out, all with dry names consisting of incomprehensible sequences of numbers and letters. She almost smiled at one point when it turned out there actually was an "Exhibit A", but ...

22 December, 2007


The bunker shook as thunderous booms reverberated throughout the structure. Pebbles fell from the ceiling with each crash, like in an old war movie. But for tonight, the pounding came not from Rikti artillery, but from huge speakers set up for the B Company Christmas party. Next ...

"C'mon you humps, skin those cats!" Erika screamed at the top of her longs. She'd been firing a string of expletives at the field all day, but inside, she was loving this game. It was just the distraction she needed from her legal troubles.

"Hey Hanny! I tought I taw a putty-tat!" she yelled to the ...

You Can't Go Home But You Can't Stay Here


14 December, 2007


Sometimes when you really need to be concentrating, you’ll get the oddest thoughts or questions stuck in your head.

“Are Rikti med-porters smart enough to re-assemble a warrior whose body is in two halves separated by most of a zone ...

Thank you, Timmykins!