Operation Phoenix: Mattimeo's Return (Pt. 1)



Mattimeo awoke in the neon glow of the Umbra, lying under some kind of 
tree. he was getting his senses in order when there came a booming 
voice.  "Since thou hast not died in a honourable sense, thou shalt be 
returned to life, if thou hast the skill to roll the bones against me!!"  
        Matt recognized this as the voice of the dark wolf, the one who 
collects souls.  "I will roll the bones, and win!!!" he screamed back.  
He felt lightheaded, and was carried to the wolf's chamber by a spirit.


        He rolled his last hand, and it came up victorious.  "How can one 
as young as you defeat me, who has had ages of expirience?" asked the Wolf.
        "I don't know, it has something to do with one of my ancestors." 
replied Mattimeo. 
        "I will honour my promise, farewell, Warrior." the wolf said as 
Matt faded out.


        Mattimeo felt he was back in his body, and he also sensed a hand 
by his neck. His hand shot out at break-neck speed and grabbed the lab 
technician's wrist. Matt opened his eyes and said, "What do you think 
you're doing?". The technician screamed, pissed his pants, and ran from 
the room hollaring 'The stiff's alive!'. Mattimeo got off of the metal 
table, which he recognized as a blood drainage table, and walked to a bin 
of old clothing. He felt his leg, and noticed that the HealStone had been 
able to get rid of the poison, just not fast enough.


        Mattimeo walked out of the hospital, feeling refreshed. After 
digging in the bin for a few minutes, he'd been able to find his clothes 
and 'linker. Then he had a nice confrontation with a orderly, who tried 
to put him on a gurney. Now he was headed towards a payphone outside the 
lobby. He pulled a paperclip from his toolkit and rigged the phone. 
"Lucky it's a fortress." he muttered. He dialed a friend who lived 
nearby.  "David, you remember that stuff I hid out side by your shed?" he 
said into the handset.  
        "Yah, you want it?" came the reply.  
        "Yes, could you bring all of it to the Artrude Street Hospital 
and Morgue?" Matt said. 
        "Sure enough, be ther in a sec." said his friend as he hung up.



        Matt thanked his friend as he strapped his sword and knife to his 
belt, stapped on the Scythe, and shouldered his pack. He started walking 
in the direction of the local high school. He had a ship to captain, and 
he couldn't be late. But first, he had business.

To Be Continued...

Warrior Mattimeo