Molly, Robin Hood of Mars Episode III: On The Verge
“I told you to walk this way!” said the joker to the thief, giggling as he dragged Molly before the golden throne of the self-styled “Space Lord”, Usurper of Mars.
Molly met the Space Lord’s pitiless gaze. “You’re the king of this rock?”
The Space Lord smirked. “There is none higher.”
“And these sycophants here,” Molly said, gesturing at the assembled courtiers, “they call you sire? Where’s your crown, King Nothing?”
The Space Lord stood. “My dear, you have two doors to choose from, but only one bears your name. You could stand on the edge of a silver future, or falter at the verge of all out hell. Choose carefully.”
Molly considered. “On the verge? Well… I might as well jump!” She snarled, going for the his throat, only to be blasted to the floor by a bolt of lightning from the Space Lord’s hand.
The Space Lord took hold of Molly’s hair. “I tire of this,” he growled. “The time has come for me to kill this game!”
“You’re stone cold crazy, you know?” Molly said weakly as she blacked out from the pain.