The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Ol'Canucklehead

Scott looks like someone just pissed in his corn flakes. Wonder whats bugin him? The proff doesn't waste to much time jumpin back into the conversation.

"First we need to take some time, gather as much information as possible, then we will need to gather the team and train them for every possible outcome. Hank and I will prepare a political defense for this new development, but right now it is important that everyone remain calm and free of mind. Logan has certain pressing matters to attend to and I recommend that we wait for his return before we begin any battle preparations."

Scott looks almost offended by the prof asking for him to wait for me, but before we can delve into that we are interrupted by the ever so subtle entrance of Kitty Pride. She walks through the wall AND Scott and right up to me.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt your important super important life altering discussion, but your phone has been ringing off the hook! Ya know its called a "mobile phone" because you can actually take it with you instead of leaving it next to your bed. I guess old people aren't very good with technology.......oh except you professor, I mean your pretty good with Cerebro and thats like SUPER DUPER Technology!"

The room is filled with half cocked smiles and smirks aimed at the kid.

"Well thanks kid.....but I ain't old, and neither is Chuck."

I take the phone from her hand and read the screen: "Warren". He left a voicemail so I dial in and listen.

"Logan this Warren. I gotta talk to you as soon as possible. I.....Logan I think Weapon X is still active. I know that sounds crazy but the evidence that I've found is hard to deny. Call me whenever you get this."

"Holy crap."

I try to redial his number but I get a busy dial tone and no voicemail, he's probobly flyin with the damn thing again. Without a question the prof looks at me and says,

"Go, and take two of your team members with you."

"Alright, fine, but who?"

"Whats going on professor?"

"Scott I don't want you to be concerned with anything other than training right now. I promise, all will be explained in time."

Scott looks ready to explode.

"I need Scott and Jean here, and that only leaves to available team members who aren't on asignment."

"No....NO WAY! I told ya already...."

The thought of workin with Kurt makes my blood boil. I hope the little prick can still feel my fist in his gut.

"Its alright Logan, I'm here too. Leave Kurt here, I will go with you and we can take Allison. Would that work?"

"Henry...I didn't want you to have to become active so quickly upon your return."

"Its alright Charles, its has been a while since I wore the old uniform. I wouldn't mind a chance to streach my legs again."

"Alright.....fine....but I'm drivin..... I know the way to Warren's place."

Ellis Island. I gotta hand it to the construction crews Worthington Labs has hired. They've done an exceptional job converting the old immigrant processing buildings into a fully functional lab. Shame it won't be used, I think it's pretty safe to say that the cure is done. I'm putting it to sleep first thing in the morning. The water beneath me is a blanket of darkness being valiantly fought off by the Statue of Liberty's light. In the limited light of the Ellis facility I can see Mr. Earl standing motionless on the rooftop oddly enough his back to the amazing view of New York.

I don't let up on the speed landing hard on the roof. I quickly recover and advance on Mr. Earl.

"Earl what the **** is this about? What could be so important that...."

I trail off when I see the blood running down the front of his suit. Suddenly bat wings spread out behind Earl and a cruel sinister laugh fills the air. My stomach lurches heavily sending a wave of nausea through me. Earl's motionless body is lifted off his feet and violently thrown off the roof. The limited light illuminates the creature before me, I creature I thought dead....



"Hello little brother."

My brain screams in rage as I fight to keep my composure.

"Fallen."

"I'm hurt. I thought we were past all this."

"You killed our father!"

Fallen shrugs off my outburst, a gleeful joy sparkling in his eyes.

"Its in the past. Forget it."

"How? How the hell did you survive the explosion?"

"Hello healing factor. I can survive an atomic attack! An overloaded ARC reactor is nothing."

My mind is racing with all the ways I can inflict pain on this monstrosity.

"So? You come back to finish the job?"

"Actually I'm here about this big production you got going."

Fallen raise his arm to the light revealing a folder clutched in his claw.

"You actually restarted Project Rebirth. I gotta admit little bro you got bigger balls than I thought."

"So what? You want to stop me?"

"Quite the contrary, I want to join you. Imagine what we could do with this my brother. We take the cure, weaponize it, eliminate certain mutants and the world will be ours! No ordinary mutant will oppose us and with our power no human hero will be able to stop us! We can rule this world! We'll be gods among men!"

Silence settles among us after Fallen's insane rant.

"Wow you've really lost it."

A sinister glare twists Fallen's features.



"Last chance Warren. Join me or die."

I ball my hands into fists and stand my ground prepared for the inevitable attack.

"I'd rather die."

"So be it...."

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Chapter 2: New Life/New Headaches

Days pass slowly as a thin form lays motionless in a hospital bed in the headquarters of both the Ultimates and SHIELD. His identity and injuries known to only a few individuals in the entire compound. His name is simply Tarantula and hes' about to regain consciousness. His eyes open staring around the the room in confusion. He tries to sit up only for a wave of pain to shoot through his chest.

"Ah! Yeah thats not gonna happen."

He looks weakly around his hospital bed for a call button but finds nothing.

"Dammit...."

Slowly he turns his head towards the door can almost imagine the armed SHIELD agents guarding the door.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

Chapter 3: Unfriendly Welcome

Not gaining an answer the young man sits up and weakly pulls at the IV attached to his arm.

"Nrgh!"

The pain is gone just as fast as it was there as the needle clears his skin. He looks to the door and tries one more time.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

Silence continues to linger unopposed in the small room. The young man taks an annoyed deep breath.

"Fine...."

He nimbly falls out of the hospital bed and slowly moves across the cold sterile room. The kid manages to get the door open before a couple gun barrels are pressed to his face.

"Look can we skip the whole threats and jarhead crap and just get Fury down here. I'm guessing this is the Triskelion right?"

The guards ignore the kid as one of this taps a comm in his ear.

"General that subject is awake."

"Great I'm still labeled as "subject". Guess some things never change."

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Ellis Island. I gotta hand it to the construction crews Worthington Labs has hired. They've done an exceptional job converting the old immigrant processing buildings into a fully functional lab. Shame it won't be used, I think it's pretty safe to say that the cure is done. I'm putting it to sleep first thing in the morning. The water beneath me is a blanket of darkness being valiantly fought off by the Statue of Liberty's light. In the limited light of the Ellis facility I can see Mr. Earl standing motionless on the rooftop oddly enough his back to the amazing view of New York.

I don't let up on the speed landing hard on the roof. I quickly recover and advance on Mr. Earl.

"Earl what the **** is this about? What could be so important that...."

I trail off when I see the blood running down the front of his suit. Suddenly bat wings spread out behind Earl and a cruel sinister laugh fills the air. My stomach lurches heavily sending a wave of nausea through me. Earl's motionless body is lifted off his feet and violently thrown off the roof. The limited light illuminates the creature before me, I creature I thought dead....



"Hello little brother."

My brain screams in rage as I fight to keep my composure.

"Fallen."

"I'm hurt. I thought we were past all this."

"You killed our father!"

Fallen shrugs off my outburst, a gleeful joy sparkling in his eyes.

"Its in the past. Forget it."

"How? How the hell did you survive the explosion?"

"Hello healing factor. I can survive an atomic attack! An overloaded ARC reactor is nothing."

My mind is racing with all the ways I can inflict pain on this monstrosity.

"So? You come back to finish the job?"

"Actually I'm here about this big production you got going."

Fallen raise his arm to the light revealing a folder clutched in his claw.

"You actually restarted Project Rebirth. I gotta admit little bro you got bigger balls than I thought."

"So what? You want to stop me?"

"Quite the contrary, I want to join you. Imagine what we could do with this my brother. We take the cure, weaponize it, eliminate certain mutants and the world will be ours! No ordinary mutant will oppose us and with our power no human hero will be able to stop us! We can rule this world! We'll be gods among men!"

Silence settles among us after Fallen's insane rant.

"Wow you've really lost it."

A sinister glare twists Fallen's features.



"Last chance Warren. Join me or die."

I ball my hands into fists and stand my ground prepared for the inevitable attack.

"I'd rather die."

"So be it...."

We move almost as one charging at each other with murder in our eyes.



I aim for punch to the jaw but my brother counters grabbing me by the throat.

"DIE!"

Displaying strength on par with my own Fallen effortlessly lifts me off my feet and slams me into the reinforced roof.

"Your gonna have to do better than that!"

Moving with the kind of agility that could only be taught I break his grip and effortlessly break his arm.

I got to keep moving, can't let him gain a chance to recover. Go for his back like before. Paralyze him!

Before I can even lay a hand on him Fallen's left hand his at my throat. With a jerk his right snaps back into place.

"Thats not gonna happen again!"

His claws are buried into my gut before I can ever feel the pain. With a roar of rage he jerks his claws upward slicing me open. The pain was excruciating but the feeling of emptiness was even worse as my innards spills out onto the ground.

"Well look at you Warren. You actually had guts after all!"

I drop to my knees trying to push the steaming flesh back where it belonged.

"Gotta say I'm disappointed in ya little brother. You put up nowhere near the fight you did before. What now that your little **** is ****ing the elf you turned into a pussy!? Maybe I should pay them all alittle visit after this. If that little whore spreads her legs to that freak than I'm sure she can fit me in..."

The gaping wound in my stomach scabs over closing the wound. I glare at this creature with bared teeth.

"You stay....the **** away from her!"

Fallen laughs slightly.

"Fine. Though that sweet little piece sitting at your place is too good to pass up."

Something inside me snaps. Without a word I lunge toward my brother only to have a needle jammed into my throat.

--------------------------

I don't know how much time passes but when I come to I find myself in a dark empty room.

"Ah about ****ing time."

My eyes move drowsily toward Fallen's voice. Hes' leaning against a large metal door. Suddenly I recognize where I'm at, one of the sample freezers at the temporary lab.

"What......what did you stick me with..."

"One of the cure samples."

I can feel my face pale as I jerk my gaze quickly to my wings and breath a sigh of relief to see they're still there.

"Don't worry it didn't work. All it seemed to do was knock you out."

I try and break free of the shackles binding me to the wall but they don't budge.

"Don't bother. You won't be able to break them. Thanks to the collar on your neck...."

I finally notice the metal collar attached tightly around my neck.

"I gotta thank you Warren. If you hadn't raided that whorehouse I don't know how I woulda been able to imprison you."

Despair settles on my chest.

"So what are you waiting for? Do it....kill me."

Fallen laughs wickedly.

"Oh we're past that Warren. I want you to suffer now....."

Fallen steps out into the light revealing an almost mirror image of me, his mutated features gone. His bat wings folded against his back and concealed by a business suit.

"Wh....how..."

"Makeup. Not bad huh? I wish you accepted my offer Warren. I coulda gotten Alison back for you. We coulda been one big happy family. You and Ali, me and Laura. The last mutants on Earth! Now I guess I'll just have to settle for Laura."

"You won't win. The X-men will stop you!"

"Let them try. By the time they act it'll be too late. The cure will be made and I will personally oversee the depower and execution of your whole little adopted family. All the while you'll die here alone and forgotten slowly starving to death."

"Someone will find me."

"They won't. "Warren Worthington" already authorized the move to Ellis Island. As far as everyone at Worthington Labs knows this freezer is empty."

"You sonuva...."

"Die in peace my brother."

"NOOOOOOOO!!!"

Fallen slams the freezer shut engulfing me in darkness.

[Blacklight]

in

"Shutter Speed"

Norman Osborn's planning something big, and the little 'chat' we had yesterday still left a bad taste in my mouth, as well as a newfound sense of fear. One that keeps me constantly scared of when, where and who he'll strike next, what with me taking the ultimatum he gave me and telling him to kiss my spider-buttocks... And now? Everyone I love is in danger...

However, I did remind myself this morning that whatever it is Norman's doing, Fury is his target this time. Not me. And it was that reminder that actually gave me the confidence to actually come to school today to keep my mind off of Norman, while also keeping close to MJ, just in case. That, and it's the first day of school today!

That's right. Today, I, Peter Parker, get to start my junior year at Midtown High. New classes! New teachers! Oh it's going to be great! Best of all? I get to finally join the class I've been waiting to join in since last year...

"P-Photography!?"

"Photography? Wow, tiger... Never took you to be the artistic type..." MJ jested as she leaned up next to my locker as I looked at my schedule in surprise.

"That's just it though! I'm not... I thought I was signed up to take robotics this year! Not photography..."

"Who know, Pete? Maybe you'll like it if you give it a chance. I say you go, and if you don't like it, then you go to the guidance counselor to have it changed..."

"Hmm... Maybe you're right, MJ. At least I still have electronics and physics! That's good... Right?"

"You're such a nerd..."

"A handsome one, though..."

Mary Jane chuckled before giving me a quick kiss as the bell rang, and I headed to, blegh... photography class. Ick. I don't think I'll ever get used to saying that...

* * *

[Gallagher]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Chapter 3: Unfriendly Welcome

Not gaining an answer the young man sits up and weakly pulls at the IV attached to his arm.

"Nrgh!"

The pain is gone just as fast as it was there as the needle clears his skin. He looks to the door and tries one more time.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

Silence continues to linger unopposed in the small room. The young man taks an annoyed deep breath.

"Fine...."

He nimbly falls out of the hospital bed and slowly moves across the cold sterile room. The kid manages to get the door open before a couple gun barrels are pressed to his face.

"Look can we skip the whole threats and jarhead crap and just get Fury down here. I'm guessing this is the Triskelion right?"

The guards ignore the kid as one of this taps a comm in his ear.

"General that subject is awake."

"Great I'm still labeled as "subject". Guess some things never change."

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

Osborn had been a hub of quiet activity for the past few days and it made Fury anxious. Murmurs from Latveria, nothing concrete but it still kept the general on his toes. An alliance with Van Damme perhaps? A terrifying prospect to say the least but an unlikely one, Osborn wasn't usually a team player. In Fury's long years of service no one had done as much damage to his reputation in such a short space of time than Norman Osborn. He hated to admit it but at the moment, the Green Goblin had the upper hand, wherever he went he could be tailed or tracked but no one could get any information about who he was meeting with or what about. The facts kept Fury awake at night.

Before the General had much more time to think about Osborn a crackle came through his earpiece.

"General that subject is awake."

"You'll have to be more specific soldier, we got a lot of 'subjects' in this place." The Director of SHIELD replied with more than a hint of exasperation.

"The one with six arms sir... and I don't mean the Doctor."

***

Nick Fury had had some met some strange people before and been in some strange situations but coming face to face with a mutated, hairy, fanged clone of a kid he'd been watching over since the start of his crime-fighting career was close to the top.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

[Mercy]

Elektra stood in the dark room. A puff of smoke swirled around her. The smoke came from Wilson Fisk's big cigar. Mr Fisk sat in a big leather chair infront of a desk. Behind him stood Jeanne De Wolfe and Hammerhead.
"Ms Natchios, you have to understand that I'm doing this for your own good." Mr Fisk began. Elektra pierced her eyes at him with a look of anger.

"But Kingpi--Mr Fisk, I do not want to leave. I love it here. You told me that if I came to you my Destiny would be fulfilled, now you're telling me by going to meet someone from a mystical group then my Destiny will be fulfilled?" Elektra seemed betrayed. Mr Fisk rolled his eyes and put down his cigar, tapping it on the ash tray gently.
"I've tried to hide it from you Elektra, but since you're so damn stubborn I'm gonna come out and say it. I want you to go to them because if you don't, those people will kill Vanessa."

TUESDAY
Manhattan; Night timeElektra looked down at the card Kingpin had given her. It was white with a red hand print across it. It also had the address in small red writing. Elektra was in the right alleyway like the card had read. Elektra dropped her black coat to the floor and waited for something to happen.
"So glad you could join us" A dark figure stood in the end of the alleyway, Elektra could just about make out the outline of the figure.

Hilton Hotel, New York City; Room 622.
"Ya know Wilson, you're a damn good liar. Elektra believed every word of what you said. That Vanessa thing was classic." Jeanne De Wolfe chuckled. Her and Wilson Fisk sat on the King size bed. Jeanne had a silver silk robe wrapped around her. Wilson had a long plain robe wrapped around him too. The two of them clinked their wine glasses together and chuckled.
"I know. I couldn't believe it when she fell for it! I wasn't even sure she'd fall for it, I mean Vanessa's been dead for about two weeks now." Wilson grinned. As the two went in to kiss a Shuriken slammed into Jeanne's shoulder.

"I'm ready to fight when you are, Fisk."
"AGH!" Jeanne cried. Wilson jumped out of bed and stood back, shocked at the sight.
"V-V-Vanessa?" The words spilled out of his mouth.
"Kind of. Vanessa is simply just a body for me. I'm stone and I'm here for Elektra. You know, the one you sent of to The Hand." Stone introduced herself. Jeanne slowly removed the Shuriken out of her shoulder and blood poured out. Stone cartwheeled over Wilson. She smirked at him.
"Afraid are you? Well. You should be. I'll let you in on a little secret: When you killed Vanessa, Stick and I agreed we would resurrect her and use her to infiltrate you and see how you are toying with Elektra, but instead, Stick transferred my soul into this younger body. So I could beat the crap outta you AND the hand. Funny that!" Jeanne De Wolfe slowly got up as Stone faced Kingpin. Jeanne wiped the blood away and tapped Stone on the shoulder. Stone spun round and Jeanne slammed her foot into Stone's face. Stone slammed back to Kingpin, then bounced off him. Stone jumped up and flipped over Jeanne, she did a roundhouse kick and struck on Jeanne's chest, she then slammed her flat palm into Jeanne's face with a strong force, breaking it.
"That's why they call me Stone."

Elektra sat in a small red chair. A light shone down at her. One female and two male figures sat in the shadows, their faces hidden.
"As you know Elektra, we have other recruits as well. All six are you are lucky to be chosen, but...we think that you are the greatest of them all. If you accept, we will give you a better life, but of course at the cost of others lives."
"Enough" Elektra jolted up from the chair and clutched her sai's tightly. Her glum expression shifted to a sinister one.
"I accept. But of course 'at a cost'. Reveal yourselves, or maybe, I'll just have to do it myself?"

[Eddie Brock]

THE GREEN GOBLIN

A SHIELD agent, outfitted from head to toe in combat gear, walks determinedly down the underground halls of the Triskelion. His sunglasses mirror the empty, emotionless eyes behind them. He makes a rattle with every step as his gear bounces around. The hard heels of his boots snap sharply on the floor.

"Myles!" a trailing agent calls out. "Hey, Myles! Wait up, man!" The second agent increases his pace until he is alongside the first - apparently Agent Myles. The nametag of the second agent reads 'GREEN.' "Hey, man, I just have to thank you for that anniversary gift idea."

Agent Myles turns his head lazily. He stares at his companion with unflinching eyes.

"Worked like a charm, man!" Agent Green says emphatically. He holds up a hand for a high five, but Agent Myles doesn't return the gesture. Agent Green scrunches his face in confusion but immediately ignores the peculiarity. He holds up three fingers. "Three times, man. Three times in one night!" Agent Green laughs, pats Agent Myles on the back, and slows his gait until he is out of sight.

Through it all, Agent Myles never flinches.

Agent Myles comes upon a large, steel door. There is yet another agent guarding it. "I need to see some clearance, sir," the guard explains coldly. He does not move from his spot in front of the door.

"I need to get in there. I need to speak with the inmate," Agent Myles replies in monotone.

"Like I said: show some clearance, and I'll be more than happy to let you do that," the guard shoots back challengingly. He glares at Agent Myles for a moment before redirecting his attention forward again. His hands are folded behind his back.

Agent Myles sneers. He glances up at the camera once before taking a deep breath. Then, with the agility of Captain America, he jumps and plants his boot heel on the chin of the guard. There is a faint pop as the jaw is dislocated. The guard collapses instantly. Agent Myles searches his body and finds a keycard. He swipes it, and the door swings open.

"Is this the part where they sodomize me?" a snide voice from within asks aloud. His voice echoes off the metal walls of the small containment area. The prisoner gets up and moves to the door. He is surprised at the sight waiting for him. "You're not Nick Fury."

Agent Myles grins. "Not right now, I'm not." He extends a hand. It is a meaningless, mechanical gesture. He's only doing it out of obligation. "I'm Taskmaster, and I've been sent to free you."

"Sent?" Deadpool repeats, both intrigued and amused. "Sent by who?"

"I was paid through an undisclosed source. I'm just doing my job," Taskmaster explains robotically. "Now, please, the guards will be coming soon. I wish to make this as pain-free as possible." He steps back to open a pathway for Deadpool.

Deadpool snickers. "Pain-free, huh?" He begins to make his way out of the containment area before pausing and asking, "You got an extra gun?" The glimmer in his eyes can be seen through the fabric of his mask. Taskmaster hands him a handgun, and Deadpool shoots the unconscious guard in the head. He smiles at Taskmaster, who doesn't look very amused.

***

There is a loud knocking on the door which disturbs my rest. Though my eyes are closed, I can hear arguing voices on the other side of the door. I groan, and Enchantress shifts uncomfortably beside me. Her warm hand slides across my chest as the door swings open.

"I apologize, sir. I told him that you weren't to be disturbed," Spot explains obediently from the doorway. I'm not focusing on him, though. My attention is directed towards the other figure - clad in crimson and black. I smile to myself. Taskmaster is as good as advertised.

"Normie, Normie, Normie!" Deadpool notices the naked form of Enchantress, covered by only a thin sheet. "Oooh. Nice play-thing you got there!" Redirecting his focus on me, Deadpool asks, "You rang?"

I simply continue smiling. The time is quickly approaching.

[Eddie Brock]

SPIDER-WOMAN
Bearings: Part 2

I must admit: Mr. Petty is nothing like what I expected. When I think "Geometry teacher," I immediately get a mental image of a middle-aged, balding man with a 45-inch waist and a pocket protector. Well, needless to say, I was wrong. As it turns out, Mr. Petty is a relatively young teacher. He can't be more than two or three years out of graduate school. He wears a deep blue button-down shirt, tucked casually into khakis. He smiles brightly as I enter the classroom.

"Ms. Drew, I presume?" he announces politely over the ringing of the bell. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Julia takes a seat near the far corner of the room. When I turn back to Mr. Petty, he's still smiling. "Welcome to the most important class you'll ever take," he winks. The dull roar of the classroom has begun to die down as he puts a hand on my shoulder. "Class, welcome our newest addition - Jessica Drew."

A pathetic mutter of a response is all I receive.

"One more time, shall we?" Mr. Petty asks, glancing at me with a grin. Taking a deep breath, he says in a louder voice, "Class, welcome Jessica Drew, or we can have a pop quiz!" With this, the room erupts into overly-dramatic cries of welcoming. Mr. Petty laughs softly. "Ms. Drew, sit anywhere you'd like," he offers, motioning to the room.

Julia signals for me to take a seat next to her, and I'm more than happy to oblige. As I sit, I can't help but make several glances at her. My heart pounds as I hope she doesn't notice.

"Many of you already know this, but for the benefit of our newest student, allow me to say that I am the smartest man alive," Mr. Petty jokes. The class laughs genuinely in response. I watch them in surprise. Everyone is looking on intently. Mr. Petty must be a popular teacher. "Now, with that said, I must wonder why none of my knowledge seems to be transferring to you." Mr. Petty moves a few piles of papers from his desk before brandishing one high in the air. "Last week's quiz."

A collective groan overtakes the room. For the first time since class began, the students are breaking eye contact with their emphatic teacher. Even Julia's eyes are diverted, staring blankly into the space between our desks. I feel a lightness in my stomach.

Mr. Petty waves the paperclipped papers like a musical conductor. "Oh, yes! Let me hear it!" he challenges sarcastically. He removes the paperclip and approaches the desks. "Look, I warned you guys that I wouldn't be pulling any punches. Maybe next time you'll believe me when I say that you can't just--"

The door springs open, and a rather motley assortment of men enters the classroom. I recognize them instantly, but Mr. Petty doesn't. His back is to me, so he can't see my wide eyes. "Can I help you gentlemen?" Mr. Petty asks politely.

"You're Mister Petty?" Hammerhead says somewhat disbelievingly. He pulls on the lapels of his pinstriped suit. My eyes are instantly drawn to the scars on his flat forehead. "The so-called 'Living Brain?'"

At this, Mr. Petty turns white. "Not anymore," he mutters under his breath. He grips the disappointing quizzes tightly. My eyes are darting between the two men. It's like a very bad standoff. "That's not my life now."

"See, I heard you can solve any problem," Hammerhead continues, as if Mr. Petty had never spoken. Hammerhead begins to stroll through the classroom casually, running his fingertips along the chalky blackboard. The Enforcers remain still at the doorway. "Any truth to that?" Hammerhead asks threateningly.

"You must forgive me, but it sounds like you're buying into the self-indulgent praise that I tell my kids," Mr. Petty replies. His sternness is both unexpected and blatant. "I am an educated man, but I don't claim to know everything."

Hammerhead nods to Montana. The latter tips his fedora before using his whip like a lasso. He snares Mr. Petty by the upper arm and pulls down on the whip. Mr. Petty braces himself with his desk. Hammerhead continues calmly, "What's the matter, Teach? Afraid you'll lose your job if the world finds out that you're a dirty mutant?"

"Please," Mr. Petty begins through gritted teeth. The strength is still evident in his tone. "Don't do this in front of my kids. You want to talk? Let's take it outside." He looks up and glares at Hammerhead. The classroom is silent.

"An interesting proposal. But one I must decline." Hammerhead crushes a stick of chalk in his hand. "No, the children give me a decisive advantage here." He nods to Fancy Dan, who draws a revolver. "You're going to help me solve a problem. For every refusal to cooperate, I kill a kid." Fancy Dan takes aim at the nearest student.

I know I have to do something, but I'm powerless right now. If I make a move, I could put myself or others at risk. There's no telling how jumpy Hammerhead and the Enforcers might be right now. Besides, without somewhere to change, I can't really do anything. Jessica Drew isn't a hero. Spider-Woman is.

Mr. Petty looks at the terrified student. "Fine. What do you need?"

"Spider-Man. I need to kill Spider-Man." Hammerhead pauses and thinks. Then, after seemingly having a realization, he brushes the chalk dust off his palms and explains, "No. Better yet. I need to ruin Spider-Man - piece by piece." Smiling evilly, Hammerhead asks, "Think you can figure out his identity?" Before Mr. Petty can respond, Hammerhead interjects, "Of course you can. You're the Living Brain." Ox grabs Mr. Petty by his collar and leads him forcefully from the room.

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Venom160

We move almost as one charging at each other with murder in our eyes.



I aim for punch to the jaw but my brother counters grabbing me by the throat.

"DIE!"

Displaying strength on par with my own Fallen effortlessly lifts me off my feet and slams me into the reinforced roof.

"Your gonna have to do better than that!"

Moving with the kind of agility that could only be taught I break his grip and effortlessly break his arm.

I got to keep moving, can't let him gain a chance to recover. Go for his back like before. Paralyze him!

Before I can even lay a hand on him Fallen's left hand his at my throat. With a jerk his right snaps back into place.

"Thats not gonna happen again!"

His claws are buried into my gut before I can ever feel the pain. With a roar of rage he jerks his claws upward slicing me open. The pain was excruciating but the feeling of emptiness was even worse as my innards spills out onto the ground.

"Well look at you Warren. You actually had guts after all!"

I drop to my knees trying to push the steaming flesh back where it belonged.

"Gotta say I'm disappointed in ya little brother. You put up nowhere near the fight you did before. What now that your little **** is ****ing the elf you turned into a pussy!? Maybe I should pay them all alittle visit after this. If that little whore spreads her legs to that freak than I'm sure she can fit me in..."

The gaping wound in my stomach scabs over closing the wound. I glare at this creature with bared teeth.

"You stay....the **** away from her!"

Fallen laughs slightly.

"Fine. Though that sweet little piece sitting at your place is too good to pass up."

Something inside me snaps. Without a word I lunge toward my brother only to have a needle jammed into my throat.

--------------------------

I don't know how much time passes but when I come to I find myself in a dark empty room.

"Ah about ****ing time."

My eyes move drowsily toward Fallen's voice. Hes' leaning against a large metal door. Suddenly I recognize where I'm at, one of the sample freezers at the temporary lab.

"What......what did you stick me with..."

"One of the cure samples."

I can feel my face pale as I jerk my gaze quickly to my wings and breath a sigh of relief to see they're still there.

"Don't worry it didn't work. All it seemed to do was knock you out."

I try and break free of the shackles binding me to the wall but they don't budge.

"Don't bother. You won't be able to break them. Thanks to the collar on your neck...."

I finally notice the metal collar attached tightly around my neck.

"I gotta thank you Warren. If you hadn't raided that whorehouse I don't know how I woulda been able to imprison you."

Despair settles on my chest.

"So what are you waiting for? Do it....kill me."

Fallen laughs wickedly.

"Oh we're past that Warren. I want you to suffer now....."

Fallen steps out into the light revealing an almost mirror image of me, his mutated features gone. His bat wings folded against his back and concealed by a business suit.

"Wh....how..."

"Makeup. Not bad huh? I wish you accepted my offer Warren. I coulda gotten Alison back for you. We coulda been one big happy family. You and Ali, me and Laura. The last mutants on Earth! Now I guess I'll just have to settle for Laura."

"You won't win. The X-men will stop you!"

"Let them try. By the time they act it'll be too late. The cure will be made and I will personally oversee the depower and execution of your whole little adopted family. All the while you'll die here alone and forgotten slowly starving to death."

"Someone will find me."

"They won't. "Warren Worthington" already authorized the move to Ellis Island. As far as everyone at Worthington Labs knows this freezer is empty."

"You sonuva...."

"Die in peace my brother."

"NOOOOOOOO!!!"

Fallen slams the freezer shut engulfing me in darkness.

The Fallen couldn't help but grin in satisfaction his work. All these weeks of spying has payed off, Warren is out of the picture and his life has now become the Fallen's. Fallen closes his eyes letting the morning air cool his face. He curses under his breath as he feels the makeup starting to run revealing his scarred twist features.

"This won't do at all...."

His mind dwells over this new problem as he lands on the rooftop of his little brother's penthouse. Moving with unnerving silence he folds his leathery wings close to his back and proceeds to throw on his shirt and jacket making the business suit whole while completely hiding his wings. After adding a few touches to his face he jumps down to the balcony and slips into the penthouse. Moving like a shadow he makes a beeline toward Warren's bedroom.

"War?"

Dammit. Showtime.

"Yes Laura?"

He is takin aback by Laura. He has only seen her once yet that one glance didn't do her justice.

No wondering Warren took a shine to her. She really does look like Alison. This'll prove interesting...

"Someones' here to see you. It's.....it's them."

Fallen's ears picks up the sounds of additional heartbeats. Two of which he recognizes immediately.

Very interesting....

Fallen grins slightly as he heads toward the heartbeats. For a brief moment he swore he could still hear his brother screaming.

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Gallagher

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

Osborn had been a hub of quiet activity for the past few days and it made Fury anxious. Murmurs from Latveria, nothing concrete but it still kept the general on his toes. An alliance with Van Damme perhaps? A terrifying prospect to say the least but an unlikely one, Osborn wasn't usually a team player. In Fury's long years of service no one had done as much damage to his reputation in such a short space of time than Norman Osborn. He hated to admit it but at the moment, the Green Goblin had the upper hand, wherever he went he could be tailed or tracked but no one could get any information about who he was meeting with or what about. The facts kept Fury awake at night.

Before the General had much more time to think about Osborn a crackle came through his earpiece.

"General that subject is awake."

"You'll have to be more specific soldier, we got a lot of 'subjects' in this place." The Director of SHIELD replied with more than a hint of exasperation.

"The one with six arms sir... and I don't mean the Doctor."

***

Nick Fury had had some met some strange people before and been in some strange situations but coming face to face with a mutated, hairy, fanged clone of a kid he'd been watching over since the start of his crime-fighting career was close to the top.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

Chapter 4: Confused Intimidation

The teen says nothing as he sticks to the ceiling trying to look intimidating. A million thoughts surges to the forefront of his mind each trying to take priority above the others. He tries to remember the fight at Osborn Industries but only comes up with jumbled images and sounds. But the one image that continues to flash through his mind's eye was that of the shard of steel plunged into his chest.

"What the **** happened?"

[Mercy]

Originally Posted by Kara Kent

Elektra stood in the dark room. A puff of smoke swirled around her. The smoke came from Wilson Fisk's big cigar. Mr Fisk sat in a big leather chair infront of a desk. Behind him stood Jeanne De Wolfe and Hammerhead.
"Ms Natchios, you have to understand that I'm doing this for your own good." Mr Fisk began. Elektra pierced her eyes at him with a look of anger.

"But Kingpi--Mr Fisk, I do not want to leave. I love it here. You told me that if I came to you my Destiny would be fulfilled, now you're telling me by going to meet someone from a mystical group then my Destiny will be fulfilled?" Elektra seemed betrayed. Mr Fisk rolled his eyes and put down his cigar, tapping it on the ash tray gently.
"I've tried to hide it from you Elektra, but since you're so damn stubborn I'm gonna come out and say it. I want you to go to them because if you don't, those people will kill Vanessa."

TUESDAY
Manhattan; Night timeElektra looked down at the card Kingpin had given her. It was white with a red hand print across it. It also had the address in small red writing. Elektra was in the right alleyway like the card had read. Elektra dropped her black coat to the floor and waited for something to happen.
"So glad you could join us" A dark figure stood in the end of the alleyway, Elektra could just about make out the outline of the figure.

Hilton Hotel, New York City; Room 622.
"Ya know Wilson, you're a damn good liar. Elektra believed every word of what you said. That Vanessa thing was classic." Jeanne De Wolfe chuckled. Her and Wilson Fisk sat on the King size bed. Jeanne had a silver silk robe wrapped around her. Wilson had a long plain robe wrapped around him too. The two of them clinked their wine glasses together and chuckled.
"I know. I couldn't believe it when she fell for it! I wasn't even sure she'd fall for it, I mean Vanessa's been dead for about two weeks now." Wilson grinned. As the two went in to kiss a Shuriken slammed into Jeanne's shoulder.

"I'm ready to fight when you are, Fisk."
"AGH!" Jeanne cried. Wilson jumped out of bed and stood back, shocked at the sight.
"V-V-Vanessa?" The words spilled out of his mouth.
"Kind of. Vanessa is simply just a body for me. I'm stone and I'm here for Elektra. You know, the one you sent of to The Hand." Stone introduced herself. Jeanne slowly removed the Shuriken out of her shoulder and blood poured out. Stone cartwheeled over Wilson. She smirked at him.
"Afraid are you? Well. You should be. I'll let you in on a little secret: When you killed Vanessa, Stick and I agreed we would resurrect her and use her to infiltrate you and see how you are toying with Elektra, but instead, Stick transferred my soul into this younger body. So I could beat the crap outta you AND the hand. Funny that!" Jeanne De Wolfe slowly got up as Stone faced Kingpin. Jeanne wiped the blood away and tapped Stone on the shoulder. Stone spun round and Jeanne slammed her foot into Stone's face. Stone slammed back to Kingpin, then bounced off him. Stone jumped up and flipped over Jeanne, she did a roundhouse kick and struck on Jeanne's chest, she then slammed her flat palm into Jeanne's face with a strong force, breaking it.
"That's why they call me Stone."

Elektra sat in a small red chair. A light shone down at her. One female and two male figures sat in the shadows, their faces hidden.
"As you know Elektra, we have other recruits as well. All six are you are lucky to be chosen, but...we think that you are the greatest of them all. If you accept, we will give you a better life, but of course at the cost of others lives."
"Enough" Elektra jolted up from the chair and clutched her sai's tightly. Her glum expression shifted to a sinister one.
"I accept. But of course 'at a cost'. Reveal yourselves, or maybe, I'll just have to do it myself?"

Red Handed
Volume One
Chapter 2 - Assassin.

Kingpin grabbed Stone's hair and threw her across the room. Stone hit the wall hard and cracked it. Stone got up and flipped over the bed. Her eyes turned to stone and slammed her leg across Kingpin's face, knocking him to the floor. Her eyes turned normal again and she smirked. Kingpin looked behind Stone, giving a quick nod.
Suddenly.
BUDDA BUDDA BUDDA
Bulletsshot towards Stone. They bounced off her and hit the walls around her. Stone turned around to see Jeanne De Wolfe on the floor, holding the gun. Stone crushed Jeanne's wrist and snatched the gun. She bent down to Kingpin and held the gun to his bald head.
"Shall you pay for your lover's mistakes Fisk? Or maybe you can just tell me where Elektra is" Stone chuckled. Kingpin tried to spit on Stone but failed. Stone sighed, she raised the gun and smacked it round his head. She pressed the trigger whilst holding the gun to Jeanne's stomach. Jeanne screamed a flopped to the floor. Stone knew that Jeanne was not dead.

Stone observed the room, looking for a phone. She found an old fashioned black phone sitting on a table next to the bed. Stone slowly walked over to it and picked it up, dialing any random number.
"Star. Get here now! We need to clear up this mess. Bring Flame too. I'm going to find anyone who was in contact with Elektra between Monday to Tuesday morning." Stone slammed the phone shut and ran to the nearest window. She crushed the lock and slowly opened it, she made sure no one could see her in the darkness. She made her move and leaped across to the other building. Her feet landed one at a time on top of the roof.

WEDNESDAY
"I'm so sorry Jeanne." Wilson Fisk sobbed over the body of Jeanne De Wolfe who had been put into a coma state by Stone. By the door of Jeanne's room stood Maxwell Dillon, Wilson's personal henchman.
Maxwell was heard from outside arguing with a nurse. Finally the nurse swiftly moved in. She was average height and was Japanese.
"Mister Fisk? Can I ask you to leave sir?" Her English was poor but good enough to understand. Strings of her hair fell from her Nurse's cap. The nurse pushed her tray on wheels along and parked it next to the bed. She scattered her hands along it and a small piece of paper dropped onto the floor.
"Oh, I am very, very sorry. I think I forgot something" The Nurse left the room, pushing past Maxwell Dillon. Wilson Fisk picked up the note and read it, his eyes widening. Maxwell blasted into the room.
"Let's go, I don't trust that Nurse"

Elektra's eyes flickered open. She heard a few people shout 'She's awake!' and things like that. A woman about Elektra's age peered over her. She wore a dark outfit and clutched a clipboard.
"Maki. Come in? Elektra is awake. We can get her started. Yes! What do you think I am!? A goldfish!?" The woman grunted. Elektra opened her eyes some more and slowly got up. The woman's name tag read: Ms Walker.
Elektra slammed her hand around Ms Walker's neck and slowly got up, she demanded to know where she was.
"Listen...Ms Walker. Take. Me. Back. TO KINGPIN!" Elektra threw Ms Walker across the room. The doors slowly opened and Elektra's jaw widened.

[Gallagher]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Chapter 4: Confused Intimidation

The teen says nothing as he sticks to the ceiling trying to look intimidating. A million thoughts surges to the forefront of his mind each trying to take priority above the others. He tries to remember the fight at Osborn Industries but only comes up with jumbled images and sounds. But the one image that continues to flash through his mind's eye was that of the shard of steel plunged into his chest.

"What the **** happened?"

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

"You died." Fury put bluntly, he was not one to mince words. "Doctor Otto Octavious brought you into the world then tried to take you out of it. Nearly succeeded too. It's frankly a miracle you're still breathing, put it down too... Divine intervention if you will."

Fury paced around a bit, taking his eye off the ceiling-bound clone.

"You see, technically, officially and ethically you don't exist, that opens up some interesting windows for someone with your... talents."

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Gallagher

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

"You died." Fury put bluntly, he was not one to mince words. "Doctor Otto Octavious brought you into the world then tried to take you out of it. Nearly succeeded too. It's frankly a miracle you're still breathing, put it down too... Divine intervention if you will."

Fury paced around a bit, taking his eye off the ceiling-bound clone.

"You see, technically, officially and ethically you don't exist, that opens up some interesting windows for someone with your... talents."

Chapter 5: Old Habits

The young clone silently listens to Fury's word trying to settle the jumbled mess of his mind. Trying gain a clearer picture of the fight that led to his current situation. His eye wanders down to his chest where a rough scar lay gauged in his flesh. Slowly more details start to fall into place.

"You see, technically, officially and ethically you don't exist, that opens up some interesting windows for someone with your... talents."

The clone tenses, his guard up. The clone shifts uncomfortably as he falls back into the habits of his genetic donor.

"I'm gonna end up huddled in a shower crying aren't I?"

[Venom160]

edit: damn double post

[Gallagher]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Chapter 5: Old Habits

The young clone silently listens to Fury's word trying to settle the jumbled mess of his mind. Trying gain a clearer picture of the fight that led to his current situation. His eye wanders down to his chest where a rough scar lay gauged in his flesh. Slowly more details start to fall into place.

"You see, technically, officially and ethically you don't exist, that opens up some interesting windows for someone with your... talents."

The clone tenses, his guard up. The clone shifts uncomfortably as he falls back into the habits of his genetic donor.

"I'm gonna end up huddled in a shower crying aren't I?"

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

Fury smiles to himself. 'Couldn't they have gotten rid of the orignal's terrible sense of humour?' He thought to himself.

"I'm a busy man so I'm gonna put this to you as plainly as I can. You work for me now." He says sternly, he throws up a hand to silence the young clone before he can protest. "This isn't a request. You're a clone, outside of these walls you'd be classed as just another mutant with no name or identity, you'd be a John Doe. We can give you a name, a life of your own. Not to mention a job."

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Gallagher

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

Fury smiles to himself. 'Couldn't they have gotten rid of the orignal's terrible sense of humour?' He thought to himself.

"I'm a busy man so I'm gonna put this to you as plainly as I can. You work for me now." He says sternly, he throws up a hand to silence the young clone before he can protest. "This isn't a request. You're a clone, outside of these walls you'd be classed as just another mutant with no name or identity, you'd be a John Doe. We can give you a name, a life of your own. Not to mention a job."

Chapter 6: Job Opportunities

The clone's eyebrow raises. Truth be told his inherited experience with Fury prepared him for a "Your ass is mine" speech. But he didn't expect the job prospects. The clone relaxes slightly and moves out of the corner of the roof.

"A job? I knew it I'm gonna end up being the Ultimate's personal masseuse. Please let me massage Wasp first. Or Scarlet Witch. Oh! Wasp and Scarlet Witch at the same time!"

[Gallagher]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Chapter 6: Job Opportunities

The clone's eyebrow raises. Truth be told his inherited experience with Fury prepared him for a "Your ass is mine" speech. But he didn't expect the job prospects. The clone relaxes slightly and moves out of the corner of the roof.

"A job? I knew it I'm gonna end up being the Ultimate's personal masseuse. Please let me massage Wasp first. Or Scarlet Witch. Oh! Wasp and Scarlet Witch at the same time!"

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

'Of all the things I could be dealing with right now...' Fury thinks to himself, his eye rolling.

"Listen, you keep up with that smart mouth of yours and I'll have you locked away for a very long time. I don't have to do this for you. I don't owe you anything. In fact you'd be dead right now if it wasn't for me so shut up and listen. I'm putting together a special unit, one that'll deal with any genetic misfits that decide to show their ugly ass faces and terrorize American citizens. I want you, with the help of Agent Danvers here, to head this team. You have three days to ready yourself and your team before your first assignment."

With that Fury swept out of the room. Leaving the confused and startled Spider-Clone behind.

"Definitly Parker." He said to himself shaking his head. Before he had anymore time to think a SHIELD agent came running toward him frantically.

"Sir! Sir he's escaped!"

Fury's heart sank, how much more did he need to deal with today?

"Who!?"

"Deadpool, sir! The Mercenary, someone busted him out."

For a reason unknown to the agent, Fury seemed to relax slightly.

"Are they still within the Triskellion?" The General barked.

"No sir, there's no sign of them."

Fury nodded, apparently deep in thought.

"Then there's nothing we can do about it for now other than put everyone on high alert and keep your eyes peeled, if Wilson doesn't want to be found then he won't be. No manhunt will bring him in."

"You're saying we just... do nothing sir?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying." He said calmly, walking back to his own chambers.

Once alone Fury took out a communicator and pushed a few buttons. The communicator flickered to life and an image was shown on its display screen. Fury spoke into it.

"So, Osborn?"

"Yup." Came a voice from the other end, a cold, yet somehow light-hearted, growl.

"Then this works to our advantage, saves us the trouble of getting him to believe you. I want to know what he's doing there, get all information you can regarding Project Thunderbolts." Fury ordered the man on the other end.

"Okidoke."

"Oh and one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Don't **** this up Wilson."

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Gallagher

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

'Of all the things I could be dealing with right now...' Fury thinks to himself, his eye rolling.

"Listen, you keep up with that smart mouth of yours and I'll have you locked away for a very long time. I don't have to do this for you. I don't owe you anything. In fact you'd be dead right now if it wasn't for me so shut up and listen. I'm putting together a special unit, one that'll deal with any genetic misfits that decide to show their ugly ass faces and terrorize American citizens. I want you, with the help of Agent Danvers here, to head this team. You have three days to ready yourself and your team before your first assignment."

With that Fury swept out of the room. Leaving the confused and startled Spider-Clone behind.

"Definitly Parker." He said to himself shaking his head.

Chapter 7: The First Hunt

The young clone stands almost in a daze as one of the most powerful men in the world strides out of the room. The clone's shoulders drop looking pitifully at the walls.

"Face it Tarantula you have definitely landed waist deep in a big old steamer....."

Tarantula plops down on the hospital bed just as the door opens again.



"Good afternoon Tarantula. Or should I say Anton Rodriguez."

Tarantula is so taken aback by the golden haired agent that he failed to notice the folder she tosses on the bed beside him. He picks up the folder in confusion.

"Whats this?"

"Everything you'll need in the cluster**** that is society. Birth certificate, social security number, personal backstory, parent's personal backstory, school records. Hell I even think a weapons permit and driver's license is in there aswell."

Tarantula raises an eyebrow.

"Driver's license? You do know I can swing from strands of webbing? Actual organic webbing."

Agent Danvers shrugs slightly allowing a strand of hair to fall into her face.

"Hey Fury said extensive and what the boss man says goes."

"Anton Miguel Rodriguez?"

"Well we can always just call you "Illegal genetic mutation #1" if that fits better?"

Tarantula grins slightly. He closes the folder and gets back to his feet feeling more and more like his normal horribly mutated self.

"So whats the first step sexy boss lady? Meet the team? Color coordinate our uniforms? Nude combat training?"

Danvers shoves a second folder towards Tarantula making sure to add some extra force behind it.

"Alittle training mission. You are to hunt down the mutation and bring him back to the Triskelion alive."

Tarantula opens the folder glancing at the attached picture than moves to the private info.

"MANWOLF aka. John Jameson......."

Tarantula trails off in shock.

"Jameson!? As in JJJ's son!? I thought he died in a accident in space."

"You'd be surprised how many "accidents" never actually happen. Now go to the armory on sub-level five and suit up. You got three days to find Jameson."

Originally Posted by Venom160

A lone silent figure runs down an alleyway and coming out on the next block. His breathing is frantic and his eye are literally bugging out of his skull and yet he doesn't stop. The figure affords a quick glance over his shoulder and see his pursuer running across the side of the buildings advancing quick.

"Oh god!"

Frantically he runs out into the street almost getting hit by an ever so kind NY motorist and dash into another alleyway across the street. His pursuer follows suit lunging off the wall and fire a thin strand from the top of his hand. The figure comes to the end of the alley only to come to a dead end.

"No! no no no...."

The figure turns as his pursuer lets go of line and lands at the alley's entrance.

"No! Your not taking me! I won'y leeeeeargh!"

His voice morphs into a growl as the figure drops to his knees.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

The figure grows in size as his pursuer never flinches. The large figure get to it's paws.



The wolf lets out howl that shakes the walls of the alley than takes off towards it's pursuer. Moving with inhuman speed the pursuer lunges into the air and fires thicker strands. The strands start enveloping the creature. The creature fights but it's no use, within seconds he is wrapped in a large web cocoon. The pursuer lands gently to the ground and casually walks over to the growling shaking cocoon.

"John Jameson, codename Man-Wolf....."



"...you are under arrest."

The third day.....

Anton throws the snarling web cocoon to the ground infront of Agent Danvers.

"Mission accomplished?"

[Mercy]

Originally Posted by Kara Kent

Red Handed
Volume One
Chapter 2 - Assassin.

Kingpin grabbed Stone's hair and threw her across the room. Stone hit the wall hard and cracked it. Stone got up and flipped over the bed. Her eyes turned to stone and slammed her leg across Kingpin's face, knocking him to the floor. Her eyes turned normal again and she smirked. Kingpin looked behind Stone, giving a quick nod.
Suddenly.
BUDDA BUDDA BUDDA
Bulletsshot towards Stone. They bounced off her and hit the walls around her. Stone turned around to see Jeanne De Wolfe on the floor, holding the gun. Stone crushed Jeanne's wrist and snatched the gun. She bent down to Kingpin and held the gun to his bald head.
"Shall you pay for your lover's mistakes Fisk? Or maybe you can just tell me where Elektra is" Stone chuckled. Kingpin tried to spit on Stone but failed. Stone sighed, she raised the gun and smacked it round his head. She pressed the trigger whilst holding the gun to Jeanne's stomach. Jeanne screamed a flopped to the floor. Stone knew that Jeanne was not dead.

Stone observed the room, looking for a phone. She found an old fashioned black phone sitting on a table next to the bed. Stone slowly walked over to it and picked it up, dialing any random number.
"Star. Get here now! We need to clear up this mess. Bring Flame too. I'm going to find anyone who was in contact with Elektra between Monday to Tuesday morning." Stone slammed the phone shut and ran to the nearest window. She crushed the lock and slowly opened it, she made sure no one could see her in the darkness. She made her move and leaped across to the other building. Her feet landed one at a time on top of the roof.

WEDNESDAY
"I'm so sorry Jeanne." Wilson Fisk sobbed over the body of Jeanne De Wolfe who had been put into a coma state by Stone. By the door of Jeanne's room stood Maxwell Dillon, Wilson's personal henchman.
Maxwell was heard from outside arguing with a nurse. Finally the nurse swiftly moved in. She was average height and was Japanese.
"Mister Fisk? Can I ask you to leave sir?" Her English was poor but good enough to understand. Strings of her hair fell from her Nurse's cap. The nurse pushed her tray on wheels along and parked it next to the bed. She scattered her hands along it and a small piece of paper dropped onto the floor.
"Oh, I am very, very sorry. I think I forgot something" The Nurse left the room, pushing past Maxwell Dillon. Wilson Fisk picked up the note and read it, his eyes widening. Maxwell blasted into the room.
"Let's go, I don't trust that Nurse"

Elektra's eyes flickered open. She heard a few people shout 'She's awake!' and things like that. A woman about Elektra's age peered over her. She wore a dark outfit and clutched a clipboard.
"Maki. Come in? Elektra is awake. We can get her started. Yes! What do you think I am!? A goldfish!?" The woman grunted. Elektra opened her eyes some more and slowly got up. The woman's name tag read: Ms Walker.
Elektra slammed her hand around Ms Walker's neck and slowly got up, she demanded to know where she was.
"Listen...Ms Walker. Take. Me. Back. TO KINGPIN!" Elektra threw Ms Walker across the room. The doors slowly opened and Elektra's jaw widened.

Red Handed
Volume One
Chapter 3 - Mission

The pretty Japanese woman, assumed to be called Maki, put two fingers on Elektra's neck. Elektra screamed in pain and backed away, letting go of Ms Walker.
"That wasn't necessary Maki" Ms Walker sighed, she fixed her glasses and cracked a small smile.

"Mary Walker. I'm the 'Nerd' of the Hand"
"You have to be careful round her. She has split personalities, one of them is Bloody M--" Mary Walker nudged Maki in the ribs and Maki stopped talking.
"I'm...sorry for re-acting like that. It seems Kingpin sent me here for my own good."
Elektra sighed. Mary and Maki smiled. The two of them escorted Elektra out the room. She found herself in a big room surrounded by computer screens.
"In that case, I'll show you your first mission/target. She's one of those....freaks" Maki explained.

Maki led Elektra to the far end of the room, passing various agents. She took her to the end screen and showed her a video clip.
"Big woop. What's so special about some mutant taking down a Sentinel?"
"'Big Woop?' This girl is the most powerful telepathic in Britain. She transferred to an asian woman's body a while ago. Her name was Kwannon. She didn't want to be resurrected as a Hand member so she got this girl to become...her. If that makes sense."
"So....I get this chick?"

"Can't wait."

[Eddie Brock]

SPIDER-WOMAN
Bearings: Part 3

Hammerhead, the Enforcers, and the kidnapped Mr. Petty barely make it down the street before their car is ambushed by Yours Truly. I web the rear wheels of the black sedan to the street, and the car abruptly lurches to a stop. Even from my lightpost perch, I can hear muffled swearing from inside the car. The door bursts open, and Hammerhead emerges - flanked by the Enforcers.

"Now, now, gentlemen. This is a school zone."

Hammerhead has turned so red that he looks like he's on the verge of exploding. "What the Hell is this?!" he asks angrily, waving a gun carelessly in my direction. He reaches into the car and pulls Mr. Petty out by his collar. "What the Hell is this?!" Hammerhead repeats.

Mr. Petty stammers. "Um, well, it must be another Spider...person. Someone with all of Spider-Man's powers, but, y'know, female." He looks for Hammerhead's approval. All he receives is a shove back into the car.

Hammerhead slams the car door shut and fires once at me. I spin gracefully out of the bullet's path. "Kill the Spider-Chick!" Hammerhead barks.

"Enforcers! It has been too long!" I call out pleasantly as I swoop in for my first attack. Fancy Dan aims his handguns at me. Spiraling in midair, I web the exposed barrels. "Of course, you guys have no clue who I am, so this is pretty awkward." Like clockwork, Fancy Dan tries to fire and nearly burns his hands off. My webbing holds.

Montana's whip snags my ankle, and he rips me down from the sky. My fall is broken by the side of a minivan. My Spider-Sense buzzes moments before Ox runs his massive shoulder into my chest, leaving a sizable dent in the minivan. I hear the sound of a gun cocking, and I look up to see Hammerhead.

"This right here is why I hate copies," he announces, pointing his gun at my crumpled body. Shaking his head, he laments, "Never as good as the original."

I fire a webline between Hammerhead's legs, and it catches on the toes of Montana's boots. Hammerhead looks down, eyes wide, as I yank on the webline. Montana falls flat on his back, loses his cowboy hat, and inadvertently takes out Hammerhead's legs. Hammerhead's gun fires once accidentally, ricocheting off a fire hydrant.

I make a beeline for the black sedan, where I know Mr. Petty must be anxiously holding his breath. Thinking nothing of it, I tear the door off its hinges. "Come with me if you want to live," I announce with a smirk, extending a hand for him.

"Behind you!" is all Mr. Petty manages to get out before my Spider-Sense blares. I spin on my heels to see a charging Ox. Acting instinctively, I cover myself with the car door. Ox slams into it with incredible force, knocking me down. When I toss the dented piece of metal aside, I see a dazed look in Ox's eyes.

He hit his head.

"Perhaps you can help me put an end to a timeless argument," I say to Ox while webbing the incapacitated Montana and Hammerhead to the ground. I bounce a web-ball off Fancy Dan's forehead, knocking him down as well. "Do you see stars or little birdies?" I ask. With a leaping roundhouse kick, I finish Ox off.

"That was amazing!" Mr. Petty croaks as he steps out of the sedan.

I shrug. "Nah. I pretty much humiliate these guys on a monthly basis." I look around at the pathetic bodies of the Enforcers. "Well, you take care of yourself," I add before swinging off - seemingly into the distance. In reality, I return to my secluded spot on the school's roof where my civilian clothes await me.

Now, the true test of my strength begins: the rest of my first day at school.

THE END.

[Mercy]

Originally Posted by Kara Kent

Red Handed
Volume One
Chapter 3 - Mission

The pretty Japanese woman, assumed to be called Maki, put two fingers on Elektra's neck. Elektra screamed in pain and backed away, letting go of Ms Walker.
"That wasn't necessary Maki" Ms Walker sighed, she fixed her glasses and cracked a small smile.

"Mary Walker. I'm the 'Nerd' of the Hand"
"You have to be careful round her. She has split personalities, one of them is Bloody M--" Mary Walker nudged Maki in the ribs and Maki stopped talking.
"I'm...sorry for re-acting like that. It seems Kingpin sent me here for my own good."
Elektra sighed. Mary and Maki smiled. The two of them escorted Elektra out the room. She found herself in a big room surrounded by computer screens.
"In that case, I'll show you your first mission/target. She's one of those....freaks" Maki explained.

Maki led Elektra to the far end of the room, passing various agents. She took her to the end screen and showed her a video clip.
"Big woop. What's so special about some mutant taking down a Sentinel?"
"'Big Woop?' This girl is the most powerful telepathic in Britain. She transferred to an asian woman's body a while ago. Her name was Kwannon. She didn't want to be resurrected as a Hand member so she got this girl to become...her. If that makes sense."
"So....I get this chick?"

"Can't wait."

Red Handed
Volume One
Chapter 4 - Tracker

"Hold on. Why am I starting straight away. Five minutes ago I was attacking Mary and now you're asking me to capture a Psychic!?"
"Well we don't want to waist an opportunity like you, do we now?" Maki grinned. Elektra rolled her eyes. Maki slowly took of the black silk kimono she wore to reveal a black catsuit with a white bullseye across the right arm of the catsuit and the left leg of the catsuit. Her pale skin contrasted with the shining black mask Maki placed over her eyes.
"They're sending me for surveillance"

Maxwell Dillon's apartment.
"You'll be safe here" Maxwell escorted Kingpin into his apartment.
"Listen carefully Dillon. Have you come into contact with Elektra in the past day? I know you to have a thing for each other"
"She told me you'd sent her away" Maxwell slumped onto the sofa, he took off his jacket to reveal the horrible burn marks.
"Listen Dillon, what did she say to you? Answer the question or I'll get you back Inside that prison with a snap of the fingers"
"She told me that Stone would come. That Stone would kill all the people involved in sending Elektra to the Hand."
"M-Maxwell, we're outta here! Call Mr Hammer and tell him to send a bodyguard to pick us up."

On the roof of a high building in NYC.
"I've tracked the freak down. She's with another freak, but this one's male. The target's name is Psylocke aka Elisabeth Braddock. The one with her is Iceman aka Robert Drake" Maki told Elektra. Elektra, crouched down next to Maki, nodded and looked down at the streets, spotting Psylocke and Iceman together.
"Maki, deal with the Iceman. Tell Mary to get them in the alleyway....now." Elektra cracked a sinister smile. Her and Maki stood up, Maki clutched her Katana and Elektra twirled her sai's around her fingers. Maki got out her phone and dialed a number quickly.
"Mary. It's me. Do what you have to do"

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Chapter 7: The First Hunt

The young clone stands almost in a daze as one of the most powerful men in the world strides out of the room. The clone's shoulders drop looking pitifully at the walls.

"Face it Tarantula you have definitely landed waist deep in a big old steamer....."

Tarantula plops down on the hospital bed just as the door opens again.



"Good afternoon Tarantula. Or should I say Anton Rodriguez."

Tarantula is so taken aback by the golden haired agent that he failed to notice the folder she tosses on the bed beside him. He picks up the folder in confusion.

"Whats this?"

"Everything you'll need in the cluster**** that is society. Birth certificate, social security number, personal backstory, parent's personal backstory, school records. Hell I even think a weapons permit and driver's license is in there aswell."

Tarantula raises an eyebrow.

"Driver's license? You do know I can swing from strands of webbing? Actual organic webbing."

Agent Danvers shrugs slightly allowing a strand of hair to fall into her face.

"Hey Fury said extensive and what the boss man says goes."

"Anton Miguel Rodriguez?"

"Well we can always just call you "Illegal genetic mutation #1" if that fits better?"

Tarantula grins slightly. He closes the folder and gets back to his feet feeling more and more like his normal horribly mutated self.

"So whats the first step sexy boss lady? Meet the team? Color coordinate our uniforms? Nude combat training?"

Danvers shoves a second folder towards Tarantula making sure to add some extra force behind it.

"Alittle training mission. You are to hunt down the mutation and bring him back to the Triskelion alive."

Tarantula opens the folder glancing at the attached picture than moves to the private info.

"MANWOLF aka. John Jameson......."

Tarantula trails off in shock.

"Jameson!? As in JJJ's son!? I thought he died in a accident in space."

"You'd be surprised how many "accidents" never actually happen. Now go to the armory on sub-level five and suit up. You got three days to find Jameson."

The third day.....

Anton throws the snarling web cocoon to the ground infront of Agent Danvers.

"Mission accomplished?"

Chapter 8: Complications Already

Danvers flashes a pleased smile as she pulls a tranq gun from a holster on her lower back.

"Good work Anton."

Anton nods slightly as he watches the agent plunge the injector through the webbing and into Man-Wolf's flesh.

"What will happen to Jameson?

"The SHIELD lab coats will get to work on reversing the damage done to him."

"You never did tell me what actually happened to him."

Danvers looks up angrily at Anton but her expression softens quickly.

"Truth is we don't know. The shuttle crashed in an unpopulated area of Arizona and by the time we got there Jameson was gone and his crew mates were torn to shreds. So we did the usual SHIELD cover up. Sense than we've been getting sightings of a wolf like creature. These sightings were were almost a beeline from Arizona to New York. Our guess was maybe Jameson was heading for his father."

"Would that have been a good thing or a bad thing?"

Another glare.

"Shutting up."

Danvers order a couple agents to take away Man-wolf than turns back to the waiting clone.

"Any damage?"

"Eh acouple broken nail and a tooth stuck in a rather uncomfortable place but..."

"Good. Than heres' your next target. I think you'll find this one quite....familiar."

Anton takes the file and and freezes when he sees a picture of his next target.

[Blacklight]

in

"Shutter Speed" pt.2

"Hello, class... My name is Ms. Merryweather, and welcome to Photagraphy 1. Our first lesson today? Something I like to call 'Shutter Speed'. Now grab your cameras and let's begin..."

I grabbed the particularly large camera, looking at it and observing closely. Boring. To the point where I'm not even listening to the teacher anymore...

"Pssst... Pete! Pssst!"

I looked over to the student hailing me from the desk adjacent to mine, and I have to say: this was the one person, second only to Flash Thompson himself, that I, not even in my wildest thoughts, never thought would be sitting next to me in... Photography (ick...):

"Kong?"

Kenny "Kong" McFarlane...

"Wow, Parker. I never took you to be the artis--"

"Artistic type?"

"Well... Yeah."

"That's the thing. I'm not..."

"Really? Then why are you in photography class?"

"I could ask you the same thing... But if you must know, I signed up for robotics, but they placed me here instead."

"So you're stuck in this class, too? Thank god. I thought I was the only one..."

"Heh. Don't worry, Kong. You're amongst friends here in this prison..."

"Good to know, Parker."

We turned our attentions back to Ms. Merryweather, who just got through showing how to adjust the shutter speed dial on our cameras.

"So as you can see, class. The faster the shutter speed, the less chance there is for the image to blur... Try it."

We all started clicking our cameras around the room, snapping pictures of various objects. Just waiting for that period to end...

Photography... With Kenny McFarlane.

Still ick...

[Catman_prb]

VIDEO-CLick to Watch!:

The stolen helicopter hovered over the dingy warehouse, the rotor blades turning almost silently. The pilot looked over at the heroes who were sitting in the back.

"Deploy the ropes now," he hissed into the mike in his helmet.

Clint nodded, throwing the rope through the open side of the helicopter.

"Thanks for this Wyatt," he whispered back. The black clad pilot simply nodded. Clint signalled to Cap who threw his line over the side as well. He raised three fingers, dropping them one by one until he pushed himself out of the side, sliding down the rope onto the top of the building. He pulled two pistols out of their side holsters as Cap landed next to him.

"Ready?"

[Venom160]

Originally Posted by Venom160

Chapter 8: Complications Already

Danvers flashes a pleased smile as she pulls a tranq gun from a holster on her lower back.

"Good work Anton."

Anton nods slightly as he watches the agent plunge the injector through the webbing and into Man-Wolf's flesh.

"What will happen to Jameson?

"The SHIELD lab coats will get to work on reversing the damage done to him."

"You never did tell me what actually happened to him."

Danvers looks up angrily at Anton but her expression softens quickly.

"Truth is we don't know. The shuttle crashed in an unpopulated area of Arizona and by the time we got there Jameson was gone and his crew mates were torn to shreds. So we did the usual SHIELD cover up. Sense than we've been getting sightings of a wolf like creature. These sightings were were almost a beeline from Arizona to New York. Our guess was maybe Jameson was heading for his father."

"Would that have been a good thing or a bad thing?"

Another glare.

"Shutting up."

Danvers order a couple agents to take away Man-wolf than turns back to the waiting clone.

"Any damage?"

"Eh acouple broken nail and a tooth stuck in a rather uncomfortable place but..."

"Good. Than heres' your next target. I think you'll find this one quite....familiar."

Anton takes the file and and freezes when he sees a picture of his next target.

Chapter 9: Defiance

Hope surges into Anton's heart at the sight of his genetic sibling. The two clones hardly knew each other yet he was happy to see that she survived Doc Ock's rampage. That hope is dashed almost as fast as the realization hits that she is his next target. He'll have to bring her to SHIELD by force if necessary.

"No."

Danvers raises an eyebrow.

"No?"

"I'm not gonna do it."

"She could be a threat to the public at large."

"Shes' not."

"How do you know?"

"I....."

Anton trails off as he tries to describe how he knows. He figures that since they were cloned by a generally good person that that has rubbed off on them. Yet he remembers the disfigured clone and the clone in the scorpion suit. What if Spider-Woman had suffered a similar psychotic break?

"...I just do ok! I'm telling you right now I...am...not...doing...this! Throw me in the dungeons in the basement of this place, shoot me in the head, force me into a full body wax. I don't care! I'm not bringing her in."

Danvers takes a deep breath and looks at Anton with a mixture of pity and understanding.

"Anton I hate to tell you this but you really have no choice on the subject. You either find her or Fury will send the Spider Slayers after her. Maybe even the Ultimates. Now who do you think she'll stand a better chance with?"

For the first time in the young clone's short life he was at a loss for words. No snappy comebacks, no smartass remarks, nothing to help fight back the feeling of injustice boiling inside Anton. With everything that happened to the clones at least one of them deserved a chance to build a normal life.

"Fine....."