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    Jackrabbit
    Jackrabbit
    Jackrabbit
    Ebook278 pages2 hoursThe Just Cause Universe

    Jackrabbit

    By Ian Thomas Healy

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    Jay is having a pretty bad day at school. His popular cheerleader girlfriend just dumped him and a jock spilled soda all over his brand new Nikes. So when the God of Rabbits recruits him to save the world from an invasion of interstellar cockroaches, it seems like it might be a pretty cool gig. Maybe he could lose his new status as social outcast and win back his girl. Unfortunately, in the spectrum of god-like abilities, rabbits rank pretty low, and Jay received the ability to make snarky wisecracks, jump real high, and... that’s about all. With all other superheroes snapped up by the Cockroach God and his minions running rampant in the extradimensional Gods’ Home, Jay is left to the monumental task of rescuing civilization on his own, or so he thinks. The good news is the Bluebird Goddess has also found a Herald of her own, one of Jay's classmates who can now soar through the air with ease, but who also can’t shut up for two minutes. Can these two unlikely heroes rise to the challenge of defending humanity?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLocal Hero Press, LLC
    Release dateMar 31, 2014
    ISBN9781311382986
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    Ian Thomas Healy

    Ian Thomas Healy is a prolific writer who dabbles in many different speculative genres. He’s a ten-time participant and winner of National Novel Writing Month where he’s tackled such diverse subjects as sentient alien farts, competitive forklift racing, a religion-powered rabbit-themed superhero, cyberpunk mercenaries, cowboy elves, and an unlikely combination of vampires with minor league hockey. He is also the creator of the Writing Better Action Through Cinematic Techniques workshop, which helps writers to improve their action scenes.Ian also created the longest-running superhero webcomic done in LEGO, The Adventures of the S-Team, which ran from 2006-2012.When not writing, which is rare, he enjoys watching hockey, reading comic books (and serious books, too), and living in the great state of Colorado, which he shares with his wife, children, house-pets, and approximately five million other people.

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      Jackrabbit - Ian Thomas Healy

      Jackrabbit

      A Just Cause Universe Novel

      By Ian Thomas Healy

      Copyright 2014 Ian Thomas Healy

      Smashwords Edition

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      This book, its contents, and its characters are the sole property of Ian Thomas Healy and Local Hero Press. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without written, express permission from the author. To do so without permission is punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.

      Cover art by Jeff Hebert

      Book design by Ian Thomas Healy

      Books by Ian Thomas Healy

      The Just Cause Universe Novels

      Just Cause – Revised & Expanded Edition

      The Archmage

      Day of the Destroyer

      Deep Six

      Jackrabbit

      Herald (Fall 2014)

      Other Novels

      Blood on the Ice

      Hope and Undead Elvis

      Making the Cut

      Pariah’s Moon

      Rooftops

      Starf*cker

      The Guitarist

      The Milkman: SuperSekrit Extra Cheesy Edition

      Troubleshooters: The Longest Joke Ever told

      Collections

      Tales of the Weird Wild West, Vol. 1

      The Bulletproof Badge

      Just Cause Universe Omnibus, Vol. 1

      Short Stories

      Just Cause Universe series

      Graceful Blur

      The Steel Soldier’s Gambit

      Other Short Stories

      1001001

      Dental Plan

      Footprints in the Butter

      In His Majesty’s Postal Service

      Last Year’s Hero

      The Mighty Peculiar Incident at Muddy Creek

      Plague Ship

      Pressure

      Rookie Sensation

      Tuesday Night at Powerman's

      Upon A Midnight Clear

      Nonfiction

      Action! Writing Better Action Using Cinematic Techniques

      All titles and more available wherever books and ebooks are sold.

      Acknowledgements

      Writing a book for me has always been a team effort. First and foremost, I must thank my dearest friend and foremost editor Allison Dickson, who always manages to find time to help bring out the best in my work. Kate Jenkins was also instrumental in helping to bring Jackrabbit and his friends to life in this book. I’m grateful to Shewanda Pugh for always having a friendly ear ready for me despite being two time zones away. Many thanks to Drew Hayes for stepping in to handle the introduction. I can’t say enough nice things about Jeff Hebert’s art and the phenomenal covers he keeps creating for me.

      I’m especially indebted to my family for putting up with my writerly shenanigans (and believe me, there are a lot!), and for their support when I indulge in this vice of writing.

      Last but not least, I have to thank you, the fans. Without your continuing interest, I would find it much harder to keep writing more tales of the Just Cause Universe.

      Introduction

      Drew Hayes

      For the last decade or so, there has been a curious emphasis on making superheroes more realistic. What was once the territory of high-flying adventure and pulp intrigue has become laden with demands for authenticity and realism. From the cinema, to the comics, to independent artists, even I’ve been guilty of this in my own works. With so much weight behind this movement, it’s easy to forget where superhero stories originated from.

      Superhero stories were, in their original incarnations, charmingly straightforward. They weren’t tales of moral ambiguity or over-violent grit; they were colorful adventures that paid no more than a passing nod to realism. Heck, the first real superhero didn’t put any more effort into a secret identity than some hair gel and a pair of glasses. Somewhere along the way, however, we forgot that superhero stories aren’t always meant to mirror the real world; they’re meant to showcase a place all their own. They’re supposed to be fun, dammit, first and foremost.

      Ian Thomas Healy’s Jackrabbit is a tale right back in the tones and styles of the old-school stories. The emphasis is on the enjoyable tale of title-named protagonist. It’s a story that doesn’t waste time trying to placate the real world with half-spun explanations of how super powers work. Instead, it dives right into the action; hopping out of the gate with homespun costumes and constant banter. From the mythical pantheon of all-but-forgotten gods to the easy-to-loathe inhuman villains, Jackrabbit is a throwback to the classic tales that birthed the original superhero genre. It does not strive to make you question what you think you know about a superheroes; its only demand is that you surrender yourself to comedic entertainment and get lost in a more enjoyable world where the good guys wear bright outfits (but not tails) and the villains are properly wicked.

      Jackrabbit is, in true form to the tradition, outright and unapologetic fun. It captures the heart and adrenaline that many modern stories lack, so quit listening to me blather on and turn the page already!

      Prologue: Gods’ Home

      One thing that the world’s religions have never considered is the possibility that they are all correct. And after all that goofiness in Ancient Greece when the gods were messing around with mortals, having children with them, turning them into animals, turning them into animals and then having children with them, and generally acting like a bunch of irresponsible teenagers, they pretty much stopped hanging around on Earth and instead kept to their own convenient little pocket dimension, which they called Gods’ Home.

      Imagine the nicest resort possible. The suites are lavish and well-appointed, from the four-dollar bottles of water to the mints on the pillows, sheets of the finest silk, fireplaces, mini-bars, carpeting so deep you could get lost in it, a view overlooking Paradise, and room service from waiters with just the right amount of snooty attitude. Downstairs is the Main Hall, where most of the gods hang out. That’s where you would find Jehovah and Allah playing a game of Five-Card Draw that’s been going on for a couple thousand years now. There’s quite a crowd watching them, mostly retired Greek and Roman gods and goddesses, and a couple of half-snake and half-bird Aztec demigods who don’t understand why the game doesn’t involve more beheadings.

      Other gods amuse themselves with different games of chance, or just hang around the pool outside where it’s sunny and eighty-five degrees every single day. Every night there’s live music and all the dim sum anyone could want. The Flying Spaghetti Monster, a new resident in Gods’ Home, is usually found here by the poolside bar, sucking down margaritas with Cthulhu and a god from a long-dead Sumerian squid cult.

      Beyond the pool, the grounds of the resort stretch out for many miles in all directions. Go far enough, and you’ll find that every kind of terrain is represented, from the veldt preferred by gods like Anansi the Spider or Itherther the Buffalo, to the desert of Mangar-kunjer-kunja the Lizard, to the jungles belonging to the various South American and southeast Asian deities like Chasca Coyllur and Ulilang Kaluluwa. If you look hard enough, you can even find a stretch of icy waste frequented by the animal gods of the Eskimos and vacationing Asgardians.

      Some gods just hang around looking for trouble because, well, you’re a god; where else are you gonna go?

      Leporidus, the legendary God of Rabbits, fell into this latter category.

      He was neither fearsome nor powerful. In fact, he looked pretty much like any other rabbit one might find frequenting the lady rabbits’ hutches or warrens. He might have been a bit larger, a bit fatter, and his ears were a bit longer, but beneath his brown and gray-ticked fur lurked one of the most devious minds ever to spring forth from the primordial philosophy that birthed gods. After enjoying a brief surge of interest a millennium ago in North American indigenous tribes, he was living out his immortal retirement in Gods’ Home. He chose to spend it sitting by the pool every day, soaking up the sun with his friend Anurus, the God of Frogs, and watching other gods.

      I was talking to Poseidon, said Leporidus, giving one ear a languorous scratch. He was telling me about this weird new guy he saw yesterday.

      Anurus croaked deep in his throat from his perch at the pool’s edge. The corpulent frog was as fat as an amphibian could manage and still be somewhat mobile. His slimy skin shone in every color of the rainbow, including a few that hadn’t yet been invented on Earth. When he filled his vocal sac, his croak could shiver mountains. At least, that was what he’d told Leporidus, who’d never witnessed it firsthand. Leporidus rather suspected that Anurus couldn’t shiver a fly from its perch, but was canny enough not to mention it. Weird guy? Someone new? asked the God of Frogs.

      Anytime a new god arrived in Gods’ Home, there was much interested discussion among the denizens, for it happened less and less often as humanity replaced their religious faith with other substitutes like the internet, reality television, and the NFL. Leporidus wasn’t bothered by it. After all, nobody had worshipped him in a thousand years. But he knew it was a subject of much discussion at the gaming tables indoors. The sudden appearance of the Flying Spaghetti Monster had caused such an upheaval that several of the Elder Gods had stomped away, secluding themselves for months. What one man started as a joke had become a bona fide religion.

      Leporidus and Anurus thought it was hilarious.

      Maybe. Poseidon’s just about seen it all, said Leporidus. The barrel-chested sea god had been in the hot tub for several hundred years, surrounded by nymphs and mermaids, and was considered to be one of the best-informed of all the deities in Gods’ Home.

      Maybe we ought to go look for ourselves. Anurus set down a frozen concoction that he’d said was a grasshopper margarita. It’d be a nice change from sitting here.

      Tired of my company after a thousand years? Leporidus grinned and whistled through his large front teeth, a trick he’d picked up from fierce Castorus, the brown-furred Beaver God.

      No, but you know… Different things don’t happen often here. It’s always interesting.

      Leporidus stood and shook out his luxurious fur. Just what I was thinking. Hop to it, old buddy.

      "Never heard that one before," grunted Anurus. Nevertheless, he bounced alongside his friend as they climbed the steps toward Poseidon’s party.

      You could always tell how powerful a god really was by the company he kept. Poseidon had retained Thor, the Thunder God, as his head bodyguard.

      The muscle-bound god slapped his hammer into his palm over and over as Leporidus and Anurus approached. This is a private party, he grated at them. Invitation only.

      Oh, said Leporidus. "And here I’ve been invited and all. Stop by and see me sometime, said Poseidon to me. Come and party with me, he said."

      When? Thor shook Mjölnir at them, making thunder rumble behind the distant mountains.

      Leporidus smiled. Even Poseidon has to take a leak once in awhile. You ever seen anyone drink as much as him? Sometimes I think Bacchus would go out of business if not for him. Anyway, I bumped into him in the can and he said for us to come by sometime.

      A tiny bolt of lightning leaped between Thor’s furrowed brows. You said that yesterday.

      It was an open invitation, said Leporidus. Hey, look… Loki’s trying to sneak in!

      Thor spun around and roared in fury. Where? That sneaky little bastard…

      While the Thunder God searched in vain for his arch-enemy, Leporidus and Anurus hurried past him. Odin should have quit while he was ahead, said Leporidus, referring to Thor’s father. That one was dropped on his head one too many times as a child.

      Poseidon, as usual, was surrounded by beautiful naked women. Leporidus and Anurus, being animalistic gods, only had the slightest passing interest in the human or even demihuman form. Leporidus, though, could appreciate Poseidon’s love of the finer things in life, and few things were finer than the nymph giving the bearded god a shoulder massage with the Balm of Forbidden Trees. Greetings to you, friend Poseidon, said the cheerful God of Rabbits.

      What do you want, Leporidus? Poseidon gazed down on the two smaller deities with the malevolence of storm clouds in his gray eyes. I thought I told you yesterday to piss off. Thor was supposed to keep you out.

      Leporidus snorted. Please. That half-wit couldn’t find his own hammer if it wasn’t hanging between his legs and constantly banging into his manhood.

      Pina colada foam blew through Poseidon’s mustache as he laughed in spite of himself. Oh, dear me. He wiped coconut from his beard. I should cast you down from here, but that was funny. He raised a magnanimous hand. I grant you a reprieve from my anger.

      How kind of you, Posie. Hey, Toots, I’d love a drink. Something with carrots in it? Leporidus poked a nymph with his paw on her ample behind.

      Poseidon drained the last of his drink. And another drink for me. A prickly pear margarita, I think. He looked at Leporidus. Why are you here?

      Oh. We wanted to ask you about that new guy you told me you saw.

      Poseidon smoothed down his mustache. He was an insect. Animalistic, like you fellows. Not humanoid. Lurking around the dark corners of Dionysus’s. Dionysus’s was a bar in Gods’ Home, like Bacchus’ Place, but not nearly as savory, especially with that annoying possessive S after the apostrophe that Leporidus was damn sure didn’t belong there. Dionysus insisted, though, and in the end, gods weren’t supposed to get involved in each others’ business. Well, not much, anyway.

      An insect god? Anurus sounded interested and maybe a little bit hungry. They’re not common.

      No, and this guy was quite odd, even for an insect.

      Interesting. What were you doing in Dionysus’s? Leporidus scratched behind his ear.

      That’s none of your—hey, what is that you’re doing? said Poseidon. "Fleas? Are you putting fleas in my water?" His ire rose like a storm surge.

      No, said Leporidus, backing away. Honestly, I don’t have fleas…

      "Get away from here! " Poseidon’s roar shook the foundations of the pool, sending whitecaps and breakers in all directions.

      Leporidus and Anurus glanced at each other and then ran for it. They didn’t stop until they were safe, ensconced beneath a hedge some distance away from the pool.

      I think maybe we ought to stay away from coastal areas for awhile, murmured Anurus. And inland lakes, just to be safe.

      I think I want to go see this weird new insect god, said Leporidus. This place has been so dull for the past few hundred years. I could use a fresh perspective not tainted by two-thousand-year-old dogma.

      I could use a fresh dragonfly sandwich with some crispy French flies on the side.

      That’s repulsive.

      I can’t help it. I love bugs. They’re delicious.

      You ought to find plenty where we’re going. Especially if we tour the kitchen. I hear Hygieia won’t even go near the place.

      You’re not exactly raising my confidence, said Anurus, shivering at the thought of what sort of mess would keep away the Goddess of Cleanliness.

      The two friends loped through the fields and forests, skirting around the main hotel, heading for the seedy backwoods shack known as Dionysus’s.

      As usual, the neon sign had a couple of unlit letters and therefore read Di-n-sus’s. Anurus looked at the splintery wooden walls with distaste while Leporidus was disenchanted with the stinking fens around the building. From somewhere beyond the bar, in the deepest part of the forest, they could smell the tang of burning wood from Dionysus’s stills.

      Phew, said Anurus. This was a stupid idea. Let’s go back to the pool.

      No way, said Leporidus. We’ve come this far. I want to see the weird insect god.

      Rabbits. Anurus made the word sound dirty and rolled his eyes.

      They crossed the creaking bridge over the fetid swamp stream and entered the bar. It was dim inside, lit by naked overhead bulbs. By the look of it, Dionysus seemed to have acquired his décor from the backwoods of Arkansas—splintery wooden floor with sawdust spread across unrecognizable stains, sputtering neon signs advertising mostly Sumerian brands of beer, and a single ceiling fan with greasy, dust-coated blades that didn’t move the air so much as slide through it. Dionysus himself slouched behind the bar, sullen and drunk, a jug of his best moonshine sitting beside him.

      Ho, barkeep! called Leporidus in his most cheerful voice, trying not to taste the thick, stagnant air that seemed to coat everything.

      Dionysus emitted a long, grating belch.

      Nice, muttered Anurus.

      What ye want? asked Dionysus.

      Oh, nothing much, really. Leporidus examined the bar’s only other inhabitant out of the corner of his eye. Two pints of your White Lightning and a spot at the bar to drink them.

      Without another word, Dionysus plopped two chipped bowls in front of them. They were filled with a cloudy liquid that promised numerous hallucinations and hangovers galore.

      Leporidus gave up his subterfuge and looked over at the insect god. He couldn’t identify the creature’s origin. It had a long body, short legs, and long antennae that wiggled constantly. Its head shone in the dim lighting, almost a perfect reflector, but the body was a flat black with traces of red in the chitin.

      Greetings, strange one, said Leporidus. I haven’t seen you around here before. Been in town long?

      The insect made a chittering noise at them, instead of speaking properly like a god ought to. Leporidus marveled that he could understand the sound at all.

      I have arrived recently, said the creature.

      I am Leporidus, the Rabbit God. My bulbous-eyed and charming companion is Anurus, the God of Frogs.

      The stranger didn’t respond.

      Leporidus tried again. "And so I don’t have to just call you the dude with the antennae, if we were to call you by name, what would it be?"

      Blattodeus.

      Charming name. Leporidus thought it sounded like someone being sick. He tried his White Lightning and determined that more than a sip might kill him in spite of his godhood. What do you call your flock? Those who worship you?

      Soon to be victorious.

      That’s kind of a mouthful. I’d think you’d want to call them something that rolls a little more trippingly off the tongue. Blattodites. Oh, I see what you mean. That doesn’t work at all. What are you expecting them to be victorious over?

      The world of Man.

      Anurus gasped and Leporidus waved a paw at him to get him to shut up. Your people are going to take over Man’s world? Nice try. The Rules don’t allow it. Don’t you remember your Ancient History? It’s been tried.

      Where others have failed, I will succeed. It is inevitable.

      Anurus gasped again and poked Leporidus in the back, frantic.

      The Rabbit God sighed. What?

      He’s not from around here, said Anurus.

      Well, duh. I can see that.

      "No, I mean he’s really not from around here. Don’t just look at him. See him."

      Leporidus focused the total of his mind on the stranger, bringing to bear the superb senses possessed by the divine. Then he gasped too. Blattodeus wasn’t a human god at all!

      Dozens of millennia ago, when the First Gods had walked Gods’ Home, they laid down the Rules. Gods’ Home was only for the gods created by Mankind. That was deemed both appropriate and proper, as only two other species in Man’s world even had the slightest concept of Higher Beings. Animals simply didn’t create gods.

      Except some other race had done

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