Post by dans on Apr 9, 2024 15:10:00 GMT
Captain Truth is a teen age superhero, now in the Public Domain. He originally appeared in the first and only issue of Gold Medal Comics, published in 1945 by Cambridge House Publishers (you can see the issue here: Gold Medal Comics on Comic Book Plus) and a reprint comic, Great Action Comics, in 1958. He has made two appearances in 5EP stories, The Legion of Super Teens and A Mary Marvel Story.
The House of Origins opens to you, a grand and timeless building, an elaborate structure with soaring pillars supporting a distant ceiling that seems to stretch infinitely, with walls etched with intricate carvings, symbols of humanity's collective history. Light filters in through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished marble floor. In the center stands the host and guardian of this mystical House, Tempered Justice, his power palpable, the form he has selected to greet you shifting and flickering like a flame. His eyes are wise and piercing yet kind, and his words are grave and measured as he speaks his welcome.
"Welcome, stranger, to the mysterious House of Origins. I am your host, and though I possess no physical form, for today, I have chosen to manifest as Tempered Justice - feel free to call me TJ. I am not alive, as you understand life, though I have existed since the earliest days of humanity. An avatar of the intertwined values of mercy and justice, I have emerged from the collective consciousness of all humankind and continue to evolve alongside my creators. Some may refer to me as fate, kismet, destiny, or karma - but I am more than any one label can capture. My purpose is to observe and occasionally intervene when necessary in service of my dual causes. Today, you shall hear a tale of one such intervention. Was I successful? You may judge for yourself."
The House of Origins and Your Host, Tempered Justice
The House of Origins opens to you, a grand and timeless building, an elaborate structure with soaring pillars supporting a distant ceiling that seems to stretch infinitely, with walls etched with intricate carvings, symbols of humanity's collective history. Light filters in through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished marble floor. In the center stands the host and guardian of this mystical House, Tempered Justice, his power palpable, the form he has selected to greet you shifting and flickering like a flame. His eyes are wise and piercing yet kind, and his words are grave and measured as he speaks his welcome.
"Welcome, stranger, to the mysterious House of Origins. I am your host, and though I possess no physical form, for today, I have chosen to manifest as Tempered Justice - feel free to call me TJ. I am not alive, as you understand life, though I have existed since the earliest days of humanity. An avatar of the intertwined values of mercy and justice, I have emerged from the collective consciousness of all humankind and continue to evolve alongside my creators. Some may refer to me as fate, kismet, destiny, or karma - but I am more than any one label can capture. My purpose is to observe and occasionally intervene when necessary in service of my dual causes. Today, you shall hear a tale of one such intervention. Was I successful? You may judge for yourself."
The Dreams of Ken Elliot
Ken Elliot sat in the electric chair, his arms and legs securely bound, his eyes closed as he awaited his fate. The room around him was silent and empty, save for the presence of the unseen observers behind the one-way glass windows lining the walls. He had often imagined this moment during his time in confinement – should he rage and curse at those who had put him here? Or should he maintain a facade of defiance and bravado? But instead, as he sat, his mind was consumed with memories of his life – a life filled with bad choices, each leading to even worse ones.“And this, I believe, is ‘where we came in’, if I understand that charming quaint colloquialism correctly,” Tempered Justice intoned gravely to his listeners. “Everything I have just showed you convinced me to offer Ken Elliot a last chance at redemption.”
He remembered…
***
The door of the Thunder Waters Home for Boys and Girls, near Niagara Falls in Ontario, Canada, thudded shut with finality, as Ned “Knuckles” Socco was expelled from the orphanage on his 17th birthday for bad behavior.
The next day, Ned had pounced on his friend as he was on his morning walk. "You have to let me into the basement! They've got some stuff of mine down there that I need, and they won't give it to me!" Ken had unlocked the remote back gate to the Orphanage and stood guard as Ned has furtively slipped into the cellar. He'd been stunned and unprepared when Ned ran back out and shouted at him. "Better come with me! I just planted a bomb, and they'll for sure blame you for it!"
Ken made his first really bad choice. He could have run back inside and tried to warn everyone, but he chose to escape with his friend. The two boys ran through the empty streets. The weather seemed to disapprove of their actions - dark, heavy clouds suddenly filled the sky, and thunder rumbled ominously overhead, adding to the chaos of their escape. And then, they were knocked off their feet by an explosion behind them, louder than the loudest thunder! The time bomb Ned had built, and Ken had help him place in the cellar of the Orphanage, detonated.
As the Thunder Waters Home for Boys and Girls burned, the sound of alarms and sirens filled the air. Ken and Ned watched from a safe distance. Ned's face was twisted into a malicious grin. It was a satisfying sight - revenge finally achieved, the pain and humiliation he had endured at the hands of the orphanage's staff finally erased. Ken was filled with anguish - he had never meant to kill anyone. Then his heart hardened. It they were going to pursue him like a criminal, he would become the greatest criminal Canada had ever seen!
“Well, that’s that!” Ned gloated triumphantly.
“Yeah, that’s what they get for messing with us!” Ken agreed wickedly.
With adrenaline still coursing through their veins, the two delinquents headed towards an abandoned house Ned had stumbled upon earlier. It would serve as their hideout and base as the began their new life of crime together.
***
"We made the front page again," Ken Elliot boasted. "In both papers! They's have decided to call us 'The Niagara Marauders'. We're internationally famous!" He casually dropped two local papers on the table in front of his partner, Ned Socco. Both the Canadian paper, the Niagara Falls Review, and the US paper, the Niagara Falls Gazette, had front page stories detailing the latest robbery committed by the pair. The headlines were lurid and eye-catching, with words like “major robbery," "vicious marauders," and "internationally infamous" jumping off the page.
Ned's expression darkened as he remembered yesterday's close call where Ken had almost ruined their perfect record. "Yeah, well, you almost screwed this one up," he snarled at Ken. "Another mistake like that and you’re outta here!" he threatened.
But Ken simply ignored him; his mind was already occupied with his own plans. He didn't need Ned anymore.
***
“You look ridiculous!” Ned Socco snorted laughter at his partner, Ken Elliot.
Dressed in a flamboyant 17th century cavalier outfit, Ken looked like a character straight out of a historical drama. His wide collared black jacket was adorned with intricate gold embroidery that shimmered in the sunlight. His frilly white shirt had large cuffs and a ruffled collar, giving him an air of elegance and extravagance. Tight black trousers hugged his legs, leading down to flop top leather boots that gave him a dangerous edge. And of course, a hat with a wide, floppy brim and a large, colorful feather. For added flair, Ken had thrown on a short purple cape that draped over his shoulders. And the final touch - a rapier at his side, glinting menacingly in its sheath.
“You have mocked me for the last time!” Ken snarled. “From now on, the Buccaneer plunders alone!”
“Yeah, right,” Ned sneered. “You ain’t got the balls, fancy little man. Without me, you’re nothing!”
“I guess I’ll find out!” Ken laughed confidently. Before Ned could move, Ken pulled out his rapier. "But.." he sneered as he stabbed his former partner in crime through the heart, "you'll never know!"
***
The evening of his most highly anticipated robbery had finally arrived. Ken Elliot, the Buccaneer, now infamous across Canada as the King of Thieves, stood outside the gates of the opulent estate of Jameson and Mary Pritchard, the wealthiest couple in all of Canada. The couple was hosting a gala costume ball tonight, so if anyone spotted him, they would just think he was another fancy-dressed guest.
“Finally, all my months of planning are going to pay off!” he thought enthusiastically to himself. “The ultimate jewel in my crown!” His carefully laid plans were about to be put into motion, and he was sure that nothing could stop him from claiming the ultimate prize. He was a phantom in the night, dressed entirely in black from head to toe, blending effortlessly into the shadows. The handle of his trusty rapier felt cold and solid in his hand, giving him a sense of security and power. He could also feel the weight of the bag on his back, filled with all his necessary tools and equipment for the heist.
Every detail had been meticulously planned and every step calculated with precision. He had spent months riding by the estate on his bicycle, tossing chunks of raw beef to the guard dogs to get them used to him and make them easier targets for tonight’s sleeping drugs He had also plotted the daily routines of the household staff, taking detailed notes on their schedules and habits.
Among his most cunning ploys had been romancing Sophie, the naive maid at the estate, and manipulating her into giving him an extensive tour of the entire house. At first, she triggered a faint memory of recognition, but her incessant chattering quickly extinguished the thought that he might have known her before - no one could forget someone so annoying! By showering her with lavish gifts and flattery, he smoothly persuaded her to reveal the whereabouts of all valuable items for his upcoming heist. She was proudest of disclosing the mansion's most closely guarded secret - a concealed room behind a sliding bookshelf in the library.
Ken's pulse quickened as he approached the mansion. This would be the heist of a lifetime and he relished the challenge, supremely confident in abilities. With a satisfied smirk, he craftily disabled all the alarms, following his meticulous notes exactly. "He should have paid his security company better," Ken chuckled to himself. “Worth every penny of the bribe to Mr. Oliver, the owner! I'm a genius!"
Barely exerting himself, he easily scaled a trellis and onto a second-floor balcony. His movements were like a shadow in the night, silent and swift. The balcony led directly into the master library, where he confidently pulled back the secret book that Sophie had divulged to his charms. "What a bore it was, listening to her insipid prattle for hours," Ken sneered in his thoughts. "But worth every second, now." He mentally congratulated himself on his cleverness.
As expected, the shelves slid aside, revealing the entrance to the hidden room. “And old Jameson's ancient safe, filled with his wealth and Mary's priceless heirloom jewelry, too valuable to wear to any fancy dress party!” Ken couldn't contain his excitement at finally getting his hands on this almost mythical treasure.
And then things had started to go wrong.
Standing in front of the safe were three Mounties, fully dressed and ready for action, along with a huge Malamute dog. Ken couldn't believe his eyes when he recognized one of them as Sophie, the seemingly clueless maid.
“It’s about time you got here!” Sophie said with a mocking tone. “Guess you missed the ‘off’ switch Oliver tried to tell you about and did it the hard way.” She chuckled, then continued mocking him. "And everyone in the house heard you clambering up that trellis - if any of them had been actual guests, they would have called for the Mounties! So I guess we’d have been here either way!"
The man with the dog stepped forward, his tall and commanding figure accentuated by his aristocratic features and distinguished 'parted pencil' mustache. His impeccable Sergeant's uniform only added to his air of authority. "I am hereby placing you under arrest on behalf of the Crown," he declared firmly.
In all his previous robberies, The Buccaneer had never once drawn his hidden pistol. In fact, according to the media's portrayal of him as a modern-day Robin Hood, he never even carried a gun. But they were mistaken. With lightning-fast reflexes, Ken pulled out his pistol and emptied the clip behind him as he darted back towards the balcony.
Quick as a wink, Sergeant Preston was on his tail, while Sophie tried to support the wounded officer who staggered after the wave of bullets. She quickly saw that it was too late, the bullet had gone through the back of his throat and out through the brain, killing him instantly. “At least it was quick!” she thought in anguish, as she gently straightened him on the floor and closed his eye. “We’ll send him to the chair for this!” she tearfully promised her fallen colleague. She joined the chase, determined to keep her promise.
By now, the rest of the fancy dress ‘guests’ had doffed their costumes and an army of uniformed Mounties now surrounded the opulent mansion. As he stepped out onto the balcony, the Buccaneer frantically ducked back to dodge a withering barrage of bullets. In a desperate attempt to escape, he dashed towards the edge and tried to leap over the patio below to the ground, smugly trusting his incredible acrobatic skills to land safely. Instead, he twisted his ankle savagely when he landed and collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
Sophie quickly made her way down from the stairs and through the grand French doors to the patio and reached him first. “Oooohhhh... bad luck with the jump, eh? Well, makes it the easiest capture I’ve ever seen!” she sneered at him as she snapped on the cuffs. “More like the Court Jester of Crime. And dressed like one, too!”
The trial garnered immense shore-to-shore coverage in Canadian media, with the swift and sure verdict being ‘Guilty’ for half a dozen murders, including that of a beloved Mounty. This shattered the romanticized legend of the Buccaneer as a modern-day Robin Hood. The sentence was the hot seat - the Buccaneer would be executed by electrocution within a month.