One Night at the Roxy: Tales of the Decoverse, #2
By John B. Pyka
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Chicago Holo-Visor reporter Penny Lane has been kidnapped and is being held for ransom by Chicago's most infamous villain, Dr. Diablo. With Chicago's masked heroes on a secret mission in Europe, it's up to "Big Daddy Cool" and his super powered showgirls, The Bombshell Kittens, to stop Dr. Diablo and save Chicago's most beloved reporter from the machinations of the madman.
However, behind the scenes, there's another threat – a greater evil lurking, pulling the strings and seeking universal domination. Mobsters. Vampires. Nazis. Showgirls. Masked Vigilantes.
High stakes adventure in an alternate Decopunk history!
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One Night at the Roxy - John B. Pyka
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Information
Acknowledgements
One Night at the Roxy
About the Author
ONE NIGHT AT THE ROXY
Tales of the Decoverse Vol. 2
John B. Pyka
Copyright © 2022 by John B. Pyka
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be copied or transmitted in any form, electronic or otherwise, without express written consent of the publisher or author.
Cover design:Jeffrey Ray Hayes
Cover art in this book copyright © 2022 Jeffrey Ray Hayes & Seventh Star Press, LLC.
Editor: Stephen Zimmer
ISBN: 9798447884390
Published by Seventh Star Press, LLC.
Seventh Star Press
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Publisher’s Note:
ONE NIGHT AT THE ROXY is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are the product of the author’s imagination, used in fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, places, locales, events, etc. are purely coincidental.
Printed in the United States of America
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Acknowledgements
This story is dedicated to my wife Lorna, who puts up with my nonsense.
ONE NIGHT AT THE ROXY
PROLOGUE
My head was pounding. I struggled to open my eyes. Even the dim light of the room I was in hurt like hell. Where was I? My memory was hazy. I couldn’t sort it out. What day was it? Did I have to go into the office today? The office? Since when did I work at an office?
I lay in the bed staring at the ceiling for another minute trying to figure it all out. What had happened last night to put my mind in a haze? I closed my eyes and tried to remember…
I sat up as the truth came rushing back. Cold sweat instantly beaded on my forehead. I jumped from the bed and rushed to the window across the room. I threw open the cheap drapes and the blinding sunlight nearly threw me backwards. I squinted against the light and tried to adjust.
Nothing was familiar. The buildings were huge, towering monoliths, almost like something out of a Buck Rogers comic strip, but the sky was clear blue and uncluttered. None of the usual flying machines littered the sky. I turned to the hotel room door behind me.
On the floor, pushed just halfway under the door, was a newspaper.
Can it be…?
I rushed over to the door and snatched the paper from the floor and snapped it open. The date on the front page screamed the truth. May 15th, 2015. It was the future. Or the present. Or the future of my present in the past.
It all started flowing back: The Architects, the Nexus, Doc Impossible, and Professor Marvel. The portal. The Chronal event that flung me into this future. Violent and ancient energy. This was the future of my past.
But that is the end.
We need to start at the beginning…
ONE
The floor show at Club Roxy was in full swing when it all went down.
My headline guest, illusionist Professor Maxwell Marvel, had just made a five-ton elephant vanish in full view. No other magician could do this. Oh, there were many others who made large animals vanish, even elephants, but all of them used a special box, some type of curtain, or other apparatus. Not Professor Marvel.
His assistants brought an elephant onstage, he said some magic words, clapped his hands, and the beast was gone. And not just hidden gone,
but actually gone. It was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen.
For a finale, the good professor would sit on his magic carpet
and proceed to fly over the heads of the audience. Not just side to side, or up and down, like most of the ham an’ egger magicians out there, but out over the audience. It was astounding, no, breathtaking. Nobody knew how it was done. The only explanation anybody could come up with is that it was real magic. Which, all of us in the business knew, it was.
My cub, Club Roxy was – is – the swankest night spot in Chicago. I came up through the ranks of Tommy Sims’s gang, and when Sims died I inherited everything. I used what money Tommy amassed to open this club. Club Roxy is host to politicians, celebrities, gangsters, the affluent elite, but what really makes it the place to be is the floor show. Every night I host the biggest, best show in town, featuring the biggest headliners in the country.
This week, Marvel was the headliner, and the place was packed – sold out for the entire engagement. Club Roxy was always packed, and Marvel’s shows always sold out. But this night, the Club Roxy had become the epicenter of an event that would change the world.
They burst in through the front door. They hit Rocco Pirelli first. He went flying across the room, shoved out of the way like some rag doll. He collided headfirst with the trumpet section of the band. Whoever these intruders were, they were tough. Pirelli was the toughest tough to walk in Chicago. Tougher ‘n me. Nobody with any sense dared to mess with him. But there he was, swimming in a tangled mass of brass and steel. Whoever could toss him around like that was serious and meant business.
They came in like a pack of wolves. As a matter of fact, for years afterward, eyewitnesses would describe them that way. Their hair was short and blonde, and stuck straight up, like they had been electrocuted. They each stood with a slump, not in a weak way, but in a powerfully primal way. They had red eyes. Everyone who saw them swore they had red eyes. They were dressed in nondescript grey uniforms. The leader of the pack looked around the room, snorted, and they each sprang into the crowd.
The women screamed primal screams of fear, and even the toughest tough guy panicked. Two off-duty cops pulled their service revolvers and started firing off shots. Several wise guys pulled out hidden tommy guns and laid into the uninvited guests with hot lead.
I immediately pulled my straight razor and slashed one of the intruders across the throat. Unfortunately, all of this didn’t faze any of the beasts. The one I slashed up swung his clawed hand and sent me flying over the bar. Another grabbed my best girl, Lana LaMoore, by the back of the hair and pulled her head back, revealing her neck. He opened his mouth wide.
He had fangs.
As God as my witness, this thing had fangs! He seemed ready to sink his fangs into Lana’s neck when Professor Marvel acted.
As soon as Rocco had been sent sailing through the air, Marvel had turned his carpet sharply to face the fiends. He hopped off the carpet, and calmly strode to a position in the middle of the dance floor and closed his eyes. He spoke words that sounded like an ancient incantation and thrust his hands into the air.
Suddenly, the sound left the room. I don’t mean it was quiet, I mean that the sound literally vanished. Then, without warning, and just as suddenly, a blinding light filled the