She had learned long ago to take whatever time necessary, whenever possible, before arriving at any conclusion. As has been said, "Don't jump to confusions, haste makes waste, and fools rush in," to quote the song.

Destiny tried to thoroughly investigate questionable incidents before deciding upon a course of action, to avoid snap judgements, unless she was forced into a real emergency situation, which she could react to with lightning speed.

So it was she sought incontrovertible evidence in the manner of Johnny Roland, the alleged wanton killer of wildlife, sea creatures, and even possibly tourists who he'd been hired to guide for.

This case had been thrown out of court for lack of evidence, though he still had a record of offences as long as his arm, he never answered for.

He'd always been able to make enough profits from his very shady practices to engage the best lawyers, who also had questions of ethics hanging over them.

The Vampire Mermaid decided she might take up the attorney affairs later, but for now she wanted to nail "Grease" Roland, who'd slipped through so many charges of foul play off the coast of Australia.

When she'd first heard of his wildlife abuses among the Florida Everglades months ago, she followed a trail that led to the Seminole Indians being callously mistreated, one of whom almost killed "Grease" for his poaching protected 'gators.

He'd beaten that rap, claiming self-defense as an excuse. Further inquiry revealed that Roland was notorious throughout Miami among the honest fishermen, had intimidated former employees of his with threats of violence, and had a reputation among the underworld for always delivering whatever contraband sea creatures he'd set out to capture or kill, illegally.

There'd always been a lucrative black market in Asia for exotic aquatic life, since many believed such things to be aphrodisiacs, cures, or essentials to vitality. Destiny had already broken up a ring of elephant killers in Africa who slaughtered the gentle animals solely for their tusks, which brought a fortune to whoever could supply them to wealthy, ignorant peoples.for the same reason, and it looked like Johnny was the number one offender.

Now she was after the major procurer of sea creatures. He'd finally had enough evidence piled up against him for Port Authorities in Florida to "invite" him to leave the country, so she tracked him through South America to the land down under, where he apparently felt he could get away with more, faster. The Aussie Coast Patrol already suspected him of infringements against their ecology laws, but they couldn't seem to catch him with any evidence, because he earned his "Grease" moniker, always one step ahead.

Now, he'd been killing relatively harmless sharks which some even deemed beneficial to other sea life, just to cut off their fins for Asians who paid extremely well to use them in soups and "vitamin and mineral" supplements. Worse, the gentle sharks were often stripped of their fins and tail while still alive, then left to slowly die from blood loss or to be attacked by others of their kind, unable to escape anymore. Such had become his bad reputation that he couldn't even hire helpers among the lawless element of Sidney's harbor, so he had to pilot his own boat as well as do his own diving to impale with a spear gun.

In her mermaid form, Destiny followed his deep-sea cruiser out beyond the Great Barrier Reef, staying just below the hull until he was well away from land, where there were few prying eyes. Johnny finally cut the engine in an area known to be shark habitat, and dove in wearing his scuba gear, armed with the deadly spear gun. She was already thirty feet below him, just out of his range of vision (though not hers), and it wasn't long before a lone shark swam casually between them.

"Grease" raised his spear gun to fire, just as Destiny began to hum her siren song, an alluring series of high-pitched tones, which carried underwater for miles, similar to whale song. The difference was, the girl's voice had been used as far back in history as there was life, to lure sailors, half-mesmerizing them, though also out of sheer curiosity.

The diver lowered his gun and the shark swam on, unmolested. She moved closer to him, enough to be seen, then away again, and he followed hurriedly. What a prize, he thought! Surely, such a unique specimen would insure more fortune than he could ever poach in a lifetime otherwise. A genuine living mermaid would be worth far more than a dead one, so he decided to aim to wound it rather than kill.

Destiny was counting on her superior speed and maneuver ability to avoid the deadly spear, plus she had something else going for her, as she swam deeper with him in pursuit. Closing in, as she'd let him, he fired, and the razor-tipped shaft rushed at her in a burst of high-pressure air bubbles, barely missing her thigh as she twisted to avoid it. Johnny was close enough now to see her smiling, instead of looking fearful at his approach. Suddenly he realized why! She'd lured him on and on, now too deep for his human lungs to process the nitrogen gas build up in his system.

The narcotic effect made him giddy, spiraling out of control, giving him the "bends" which all-divers dread. If he survived surfacing from this depth, he'd never be able to dive again, if he could even walk hereafter. Destiny had considered that this feared malady alone might be sufficient punishment for all his wrong doings, yet he could still direct others later, to carry out his nefarious orders.

So, she did what was natural to her and bit his throat. As his blood stained the surrounding sea crimson, she knew it would preserve and protect all the diminishing ocean creatures from at least one person who had no respect for life other than his own. When she swam away from his sinking body, many sharks were circling near him. -end

Ron Foss has been creating comics since the 50's. While other artists and writers were doing out work for DC and Marvel, Ron was working in underground comics, paving the way for independent comics today.

His work regularly appeared in the pages of fanzines like The Sentinel and Alter. With his critically acclaimed Eclipse Ron Foss became one of the most prominent figures in underground comix. Ron is currently working on Destiny, Vampire Mermaid. Destiny can be found quarterly in Scary Monster Magazine, a publication featuring stories and articles on monsters in movies, television and magazines throughout entertainment history. Ron Foss also recently released a set of Scary Monster Magazine Movie Parody Cards.

CC: How did you become interested in comics and how did you first become involved with fanzines like Scary Monster Magazine?

RF: When I was a child, my uncle gave me lots of Fawcett comics (Whiz,Master, etc.), although I most liked D.C. titles. I wrote to fans who had letters in Brave & Bold (Hawkman) expressing my interest in drawing comics since mid-50's high school, and began doing art comic books winning Best Artist and Original Hero Alley Awards (for Eclipse) in '63. These led to dozens of other fanzine strips thru '68, including six that became the names of autos in the 80's and 90's: Eclipse, Excel, Viper,Laser, Fox and Storm.

CC: You use a variety of styles to create distinctive moods for different stories. Did you study the styles of different artists, or does this simply come from years in the industry? RF: Both. I like variety and to experiment with the medium, trying different techniques as moods atmospheres as the story warrants.

RF: In '69 I did 4 pages of pencils for Marvel Comics and Roy Thomas asked me to try Conan. While I was working on it, he phoned back to say they'd hired an, 'English kid who'd work for 1/2 the page rates," which I couldn't, having a family to support. At that point I also became disillusioned with NYC comics editorial restrictions, including owning all titles and originals, as well as the arbitrary changes they made and was inspired by the freedom of underground comix to tell other than super hero stories.

CC: Since you first began drawing Destiny in 1995 you have tackled socially relevant issues such as abuse, alcoholism and illiteracy as well as mixing in fun stories with historic bits and parodies of famous movies. Was Destiny a result of a fondness for monsters and maidens, or a convenient vehicle for your current creative desires and how did you become acquainted with Debbie D? RF: Again, both. I dislike being locked into any single genre and wanted to explore myriad possibilities, which Destiny provides.

I wanted a woman to appear as Destiny in photos and was considering several possibilities when I saw Debbie D's mermaid pix. I wrote her detailing my interests and ideas, and she was very enthusiastic about it all. Destiny with Iyrics by yourself How would you describe the music? RF: Haunting, alluring, mysterious, ominous and memorable.

RF: Dozens of independent publishers willing to try different ideas, thanks to the foundation of 60's fanzines and 70's undergrounds, compared to relatively limited venues of 40's-60's NYC comics. I'm delighted to see such a variety of titles and styles available to writers and artists today that didn't exist when I was just beginning which I feel is very healthy for the medium to continue growing and developing.

The proliferation of super-heroes has created a demand for more diversity of other sorts as well, which can lift panel art from heretofore -juvenile entertainment to adult literature. I think this is monumentally important to our country of 20% functional illiteracy. Parents and schools can't do it all in this age of media over kill, aimed at the lowest common denominator. While story telling and illustrations have come a long way since the cave paintings, there's practically unlimited potential for even more variations on themes in the future. Mr. Foss we look forward to many hours of reading pleasure in the future thanks to you and your fine work.-end

Philadelphia's Delaware Valley's rising star Debbie D recently took PULSATlON's by storm The large and crowded club could barely contain the 3000 plus fans. I was lucky enough to catch her show or the most crowded night, Teen Night Sunday. Armies of Fans pushed their way to the stage for a better look at Debbie as she performed her new single "I WANT YOU" on Oceans Wide Records. This song has a great hook, and a superb underlying dance beat- two things that are a must in today's dance music world. Topped off by Debbie's excellent performance of the song, it certainly has a better than average chance of breaking through the radio payola barriers. This was evidenced by the strong positive reaction she drew from the under-21 crowd that night.

Debbie has been busy performing in clubs suchas Franchine's, Breakers, Renegade (Rehobeth Beach), Club 22 and Pulsations. Debbie's song "Night Has No Color" was recently featuredon Philly's Magic 103's Magic After Dark program.

One thing Debbie wants everyone to know is that she wants to reach out to her fans, and be one big family with the world. She wants her fans to contribute and influence what she does. Her desire to be close to her fans was demonstrated on the night that we saw her perform. After her performance she could be seen mingling with the large crowd, and even getting up on a platform to dance with members of the audience.

Debbie would like you to know, and you can order her low-budget movie, Burglar From Hell, or her single, "I Want You" or her six-song original promo tape," or her official autograph pen," or her special symbol-a three inch blue rose, in water, encased in glass-as well as her sexy photos, posters and T-shirts (this gal is a merchandising colossus) by asking for her brochure. Starring in many independent feature films and videos, usually horrorand sexy comedy, as most alluring femme fatales in direct to video films and video today; having appeared on the Daily Show on Comedy Central as well as interviewed by Howard Stern.

Blessed with a beautiful face, photographic charisma, instinctive ability to "strike just the right pose" with a multitude of expressions, and an eye popping 36C-24-36 body. The stunningly sensuous and sexy Debbie D has appeared in over 100 cult movies, genre, and mainstream publications with more appearing each and every month. Costumed as one of her alter-egos, "Destiny- Vampire Mermaid", the "in the flesh" embodiment of comic artist Ronn Foss's nefarious shape-shifting vampire mermaid. Debbie D has appeared with the fantasy comic strip in every issue of Scary Monsters Magazine, during the past four years, and has a new model kit featuring her as Destiny.

She has also recently been the cover model and centerfold for Vamperotica #4, Girls of Outlaw Biker #32, and Crossroads, Biker Magazine #16. A professional singer-- songwriter-- recording artist, Debbie D has released a hit single, toured the U.S. with more than a dozen bands, and been described in Billboard Magazine (the music industry bible), as possessing a "sweet voice..".


Partial Filmography
* Chloroformed Model 2
* Destiny: Vampire Mermaid
*Lawyer Luau Slaughtered Socialites*Son of Psycho Charlie Sorority Slaughter 2* Strangled 2 Strangled 3: Blood Test* Strangled 6 The Go-Go Girl Strangler The Time Travelers * The Vampire's Curse Wave's Gruesome Quicksand Deaths

To learn more about Debbie D, visit her website DebbieD.com or write to Debbie D InternationalFan Club 1657 The Fairway - Dept. 106 Jenkintown, PA 19046 U.S.A. E-mailDebbie D UltimateScreamQn@aol.com or DestinyVampMer@aol.comor contact New Faces Productions. Phone:- (215) 745-7669. E-mail BillNewFaces@aol.com

*Legal Entrapment Double Feature 3 * EatenAlive!
A Tasteful Revenge In The Hood *Lawyer Luau *Legal Entrapment Kidnapped and Chloroformed Again* Naval Maneuvers Play Dead* Retribution* Slaughtered Roommates

The Gypsy by Ronn Foss
An old-time automatic player organ sounding like a slightly off-keyone-man band was booming over the other assorted music coming from various colorful tents and carny rides. A heavy smell of cotton-candy, hot dogs, and popcorn wafted through the shifting crowd, as pitchman hawked their respective games of chance. "Pitch 'til you win," yelled one, but the stuffed animals mostlystayed hanging where the rubes could see them from afar to lure them in, then they'd win a plastic comb or paper Japanese miniature umbrella.

"Death?" The man looked blank, "Hell, he had one foot in the grave already. I wasn't blamed."Minutes later, a woman screamed in the semi-darkness when she tripped over what was thought to be a fallen monster display, but an attendant's flashlight revealed the body of Charlie Baxter, drained of blood.

Thereafter, the bell rang repeatedly until it had to be dismantled, one less game of chance, one less macho display. Madam Jade, studying her crystal ball, said "Ah-ha, now I see!" "Hurry, hurry," another shouted, "The big show is about to begin, all on the inside," while Fatima sashayed about streaming her diaphanous veils and smiled at the open-mouthed men and teen-age boys near her stage.

Above all the colored lights of spinning rides and hubbub, a full moon silhouetted a large bat, its wings slowly flapping silently to hover as if drawn to the scene by curiosity, then dropped near the ground behinda quiet tent amidst shadows at the edge of the midway. Destiny coalesced from the darkness, adjusted her black cloak to cover much of her lithe form, and stepped into the light.

She faced a banner which read: MADAM JADE, FORTUNE TELLER EXTRAORDINAIRE, PALMISTRY, TAROT, HOROSCOPES, an old woman moved aside the gossamer veil from the opening to her tent, looking very much like Maria Ouspenskya of the Lon Chaney, Jr. Wolf Man movie series. Destiny half expected her to recite the lines about a mysterious river running to the sea, but she said: "Come in, my dear, and let me tell you about your future," the girl smiled and followed the older woman back into her domain.

Incense wafted in tendrils upward from a brass Buddha, and glass beads strung in hanging strands arced from corner to corner. In Madam Jade indicated a chair for Destiny and took her own place across a table with a five inch crystal ball in the center, which she peered into, eyes widening, "You are not like most women who seek me out...or any of them at all!" she intoned.

The Vampire-Mermaid thought to herself that it was quite obvious she wasn't your average girl."Your past is dark, too dark for me to see," went on the fortune teller, "But your future is - is also beyond my vision!" The old woman blinked at Destiny,"Who are you? What are you, that is so hidden I can't see it?"

Destiny was gone.

Strolling the midway, she passed a stout young man who had just rung the bell of a tall-tower by slamming a heavy mallet onto the lever at the bottom. The girl found a teddy-bear shoved into her arms, and turned to see the youth grinning at her, extending her open hand, "I'm Charlie Baxter,"he said, "And I'd be right pleased if you'd let me escort you 'round the carny? A lovely lady like yourself would stir the blood of the rowdies who come here looking; for someone such as you."

Destiny tilted her head slightly sideways, "Such as yourself?" he laughed and replied "You sure got my number, but the difference is, I'm a gentleman. After a ride on the Ferris Wheel to get an overview of the midway, Charlie took Destiny to a large tent serving meals. "But I'm not hungry - yet," she begged off. Then they went to the House of Horrors and meandered among the spooky displays of various monsters. "You're not scared at all," the man said,"I've never known a girl before who wasn't!"

Destiny replied, "Then you've been here before" He smiled, "I work for the carny, on the bell-ringer where we met, it's my job to make it look easy, luring the suckers to spend their money. One skinny old guy could hardly lift the mallet, much less swing it, but wegoaded him into it, and he had a heart attack, died on the spot!" he laughed. The girl's eyes narrowed, "For half-dollar, you contributed to someone's death?"

The man looked blank, "Hell, he had one foot in the grave already. I wasn't blamed." Minutes later, a woman screamed in the semi-darkness when she tripped over what was thought to be a fallen monster display, but an attendant's flashlight revealed the body of Charlie Baxter, drained of blood. Thereafter, the bell rang repeatedly until it had to be dismantled, one less game of chance, one less macho display. Madam Jade, studying her crystal ball, said "Ah-ha, now I see!" -end.
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