The challenge is: Write a story that explains why Zark felt he was, or should have been, one of UNCLE's most wanted.
( The story... )
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Challenge: The Bonus Great Episode Challenge
Title: “The legend of Count Zark
Author: mrua7
Word Count: 710
Rating: Gen
The prompt:
Write a story that explains why Zark felt he was, or should have been, one of UNCLE's most wanted.
“Cassius Clay was wrong when he uttered he was the greatest!” A man pounded his fist on the heavy oak table in his great hall within his palatial mansion.
“It is I, Count Ladislaus Zark who should have the honor of that title! No one out there has the style and panache that I possess, nor the cleverness.” He dramatically whipped his purple lined opera cape about himself as he strode towards the window.
It overlooked his gardens, vast and grandiose. Within them a maze made of thorny bushes.
“That,” he pointed, “is where I should have sent that runt of an UNCLE agent Kuryakin, instead of letting my darlings feed upon him. There he would have surely languished and died and not have been able to touch my control panels, recalling my bats and ruining my plans.”
( Read more... )Joining THRUSH had been a good decision, Zark thought on reflection. It was good to be surrounded with like-minded people who saw the cowering masses were calling out for true leadership, to be ruled by the new aristocracy. Not to mention the funding for his research was very nice indeed.
For the moment it did mean he had to put up with the occasional interloper peering over his shoulder, or with periodic summons to explain his work or be given some new tasks to complete, but he could live with that for now at least. One day soon he would be in charge of THRUSH and all would leap to do his bidding. Finally, he was building his reputation among the hierarchy. How often now had he met some new THRUSH comrade-in-arms and heard the same refrain? “Oh, you're Zark...I've heard of you.” Already he was infamous.