SciFi

I went to see the Incredible Hulk last night and - with the Iron Man cameo at the end - my friend told me that they were making a third 'superhero' movie of someone else then they are making a third crossover move with Hulk, Iron Man and this other person. Does anyone else know about these rumours? It may be Captian America, but I'm not sure.

Talk about a fanfest though....

By andrew mark bedell

“Jackie. Jackie can you hear me?”
Jackie blinked. As her eyes focused she saw that she was sitting in her kitchen, mug of tea in both hands, elbows on the table. She focused on the face of the woman sitting opposite her, she could see that her lips were moving, but hadn’t caught any of what she was saying.
“I’m sorry.” Jackie apologized. “I was miles away.”
“It’s ok love.” The woman replied. “That’ll be the medication.”
“Yea, I expect so.” Jackie replied without even thinking about what she was saying.
Looking around the room she was aware that she was in her own kitchen, but there was something that didn’t feel right. Her eyes focused back on the woman sitting opposite her. She thought for a moment.
“I’m sorry.” She asked. “Who are you?”
“Lucy.” The woman replied. “I just moved in next door.”
“Oh yes. Silly me.” Jackie apologized. “I don’t seem to know if im coming or going these days, not with Rose who knows where.”
“Rose?” Lucy asked.
“My daughter.”
Lucy swallowed.
“You don’t have a daughter Jackie.” She said.
“Of course I do.” Jackie got up and walked through into the living room, she looked around the room franticly.
“What have you done with them? “Jackie snapped. “What have you done with the photos?”
“What photos Jackie?”
“The photos of Rose. What have you done with the photos of Rose?”
“There is no Rose.” Lucy said coldly. “”She’s just a figment of your imagination.”
“No.” Jackie yelled going to a cabinet and taking out several photo albums and franticly thumbing through them. Not a single photo of Rose remained.
“Why are you doing this?” Jackie yelled. “Who are you?”
“I told you.” Lucy replied. “I just moved in next door. The people around here told me you were a bit nuts but I thought I would give you the benefit of the doubt. Seems they were right after all.”
“Who?” Jackie asked. “Who were right?”
“Everyone on the estate.” Lucy replied.

Lucy got up and headed for the door. Jackie followed.
“Tell me who said I was nuts.”
“Micky Smith.”
Jackie chuckled.
“He would have been pulling your leg.”
“He said you assaulted him, he said you accused him of murdering your daughter.”
“Why would I say that? Rose isn’t dead. Rose is with the Doctor.”
“There is no Rose, it’s all in your head.”
Jackie gripped her head.
“This is madness.” She said. “I want you to go.”
Lucy stepped out of the door. She yturned back to face Jackie.
“Keep taking the medication. It will help.”

Jackie slammed the door too. She peered through the nets at the window and watched Lucy leave the estate, then went back into the living room. On the coffee table was a bottle of pills, her name on the label, prescribed by her local GP.

She made an appointment to see her GP that afternoon; she had to get to the bottom of this one way or another. But she didn’t get the answers that she was hopping for. The GP only concurred with what Jackie had been hearing, she had accused Mickey of killing her daughter, a daughter that she had never had. She had never been pregnant, nor would she ever be because of damage to her whom in a road accident, the accident that had killed her husband Pete.

As she walked out of the surgery and through the waiting room a magazine on a table caught her eye. In the photo staring up at her was a face she recognized at once.
“That’s Rose.” She yelled grabbing the magazine. “That’s my Rose.”
The receptionist chuckled to herself.
“That’s Rosie Wolf from the band Bad Wolf.” The receptionist said. “They just had a massive hit with the song ‘Steel men’. You must have heard it, it’s on the radio all the time.”

Jackie rolled up the magazine and rushed for the door. As she did she came face to face with a face that she couldn’t have failed to recognize.
“Doctor.” She gaped.
He looked her up and down and scowled.
“Doctor. It’s me, Jackie.”
“I’ve never seen you before in my life.” He replied, approaching the reception desk.
“John Smith.” I have an appointment with Doctor Jones.

He took a seat and reached for a magazine, Jackie stood staring at him for a while, but he made no attempt to make eye contact with her. Reluctantly, Jackie left the surgery.