TITLE: Issue 339
GENRE: YA Light SF
Writer Greg Amadeus saw nothing wrong when he first glanced up from his laptop: breezy open window, shelves of brand-new action figures, angry youth in a ski mask--
Amadeus stopped typing. He looked again. A teen as still as the action figures sat on the rolley-chair on the other side of Amadeus' mahogany desk. A red ink blotch streaked above his left brow.
Amadeus jumped a bit and coughed, more annoyed than frightened. "You know you've been writing comics too long when weirdly-costumed kids don't surprise you anymore." Amadeus closed his laptop. It occurred to him the kid had said something.
"Excuse me?" Amadeus asked.
"Why would you kill off a superhero's parents, and every girl he's ever loved, like that?" the kid repeated, whispering. His fingers clenched.
Amadeus chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Back up. I don't usually have signing hours right now. But I do respect that you're a hard-core fan--that's Gavalon costume, you've got on--" He paused, a little disturbed. "I never published my Gavalon story."
"Answer my question, Mr. Writer."
Amadeus stiffened. "Your question. Yes. I'm sorry." He wasn't. He felt disrespected, but he'd tolerate the freak. " Skye: 339, right?"
"Sold out in comic stores first week. Got us a movie deal! Here." The cover of the comic Amadeus un-shelved showed a muscular black-haired youth, torso twisting, hand grasping towards the fourth wall as his mouth opened in a silent scream. "Betrayal" with an exclamation mark, in bright red letters, bulged above his head.
"Why that ending?" rasped the boy.