So I know you're expecting a new chapter to Mars: An Elseworlds Story. And depending on how awesome you are, you're either going to be really happy or really sad or both or neither or whatever when I tell you that I'm rewriting the entire series. A complete overhaul.

I'm going to post a little from the first chapter here, that way you can decide if you want to read the new version or not. Cool? Cool. Anyways, here you go!


For as long as Malefic could remember, he has hated his own kin. All of them, from the moment he was born and felt silence in his mind and saw the disgust in their eyes – he hated the Martian race. Always looking down on him as if they were so much better – so what if they couldn't get their disgusting slimy little thoughts inside his mind?

Why ever would he want them to? But then word had gotten out and he'd been taken. Taken and held captive, often restrained to a metal slab in a large room with several other children, most of them alien. In the beginning he'd been the same, sobbing and begging to be set free but as the sols passed it became numbingly clear that no one would be rescuing him or anyone else. Ever.

Instead they were treated like lab rats, divided into groups based on what glowing drugs were being forced into them. Malefic's group, their drug glowed purple and burned through their veins when injected. Some sols he would shake so bad, colors and sounds screaming in his senses as the visions, sick and twisted, would rip through his mind. Images and the smell of burnt flesh – fire, everything on Malecandra was burning to ashes, buildings tumbling down and bodies piled high in the streets – and the screams...

The first time he saw it, he'd been unable to speak for two whole sols, horrified into silence. What was it that he'd seen? Hallucinations or visions? If those were images of what was to come then that meant his planet didn't have a future. They were all dead. DeaddeadeadeadeadeadeadeadDy ingInTheStreetsFireSoHighItB urnsOhH'ronmeerItBurns-

They gave him a few sols break from experiments, and during the time away from his slab he managed to make a sort of friend in his group. A young girl with wings, from Thanagar. He was just starting to care for the girl when the next dose ended up killing her. The agonized screams and tearful begging haunted Malefic's mind for a long time after that. In the end, as dark hatred boiled deep in his gut, the young Martian decided he's glad that his people, this rotten planet didn't have a future.

Let it all BURN.


So there you have it! Just a tiny bit from the first chapter of the rewrite. You can get to the rest of the story through my profile. Happy readings!