"One Universe" RPG thread.

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Wow, dis is some crazy house..."

Gambit wandered around the subbasement of his new dwellings. He had no idea were he was. He was looking for the swimming pool and ended up in something out of a Kubrick film. Large round doors with "X"s over them lined the hallways. One in-particular caught his attention. The sign read "DANGER ROOM"

"Danger, room? What, is that like 'Beware Dog'? Wha's so bad bout some silly ol' room? Maybe its da camode."

Gambit continued walking down the hall.

"Dis boring. Where's that pretty lil petite?"

 

[Red]

Lex Luthor was in one of his many research facilities. He was content to leave destroying The Kingpin's empire to Captain America and Daredevil - he had other things to attend to. This particular facility was one of the more high-security centres. But that was because his latest acquisition was particularly dangerous.

"Deadpool."

Luthor was in a white cell with the man who, not so long ago, had tried to kill him. Deadpool was in the centre of the room, all his weaponry removed from him. He was strapped to a steel chair, his hands clamped to the armrests and his waist strapped into the structure of the chair. Lex Luthor was pacing in circles around his restrained enemy, clenching a suitcase in his hand. He felt a lot more comfortable now, exerting his control over the situation.

"You're quite the remarkable specimen, I must say. All those wounds you received during your...attempt on my life, have miraculously healed. My scientists have poked you, prodded you, taken samples, and they still can't figure out what gives you this ability."

Luthor leaned over Deadpool's shoulder, and slowly peeled off his mask. He triumphantly paced around in front of Deadpool, his lip curling in disgust as he looked at his hideously scarred face.

"Yuck. It seems that whatever changed your gene structure had some...unpleasant side-effects. But still, you intrigue me. It should be interesting to see just how much we can push your healing factor to the limit, just how much we can cut you up."

Luthor sat the suitcase down on his chair. Making sure it was a safe distance away from Deadpool (just in case) he opened it up, revealing a variety of knives.

"You have a choice. Either you can tell me how you got your powers, or I can start testing your limits..."

“Okay, first of all, What do you mean by "Yuck", the Olsen Twins don't mind.

"Second of all, I really need to pee."

 

[Electro UK]

Fisk took one heck of a job to haul over to the jet Lex had sent us. We struggled getting him to the roof, we struggled getting him on board and we struggled getting him in a position where he wouldn't be able to break free.

As we start to fly back to Lex's office with Fisk, I look at Cap. Poor guy must be so confused. Comes into a world like this when it must seem that 5 minutes ago he was in the War... he must have been a sitting target to Lex. Its not fair on him. If only he could see through his lies like I can. Then he'd know what a scum bag Lex is.

The plane touches down... and we struggle to get Fisk inside. "Lex, its us. We've got Fisk with us, unconcious. Daredevil's pretty badly shaken up, could you bring a few medics up with you?" Cap radios to where ever Lex is.

I can actually feel myself losing it. Blood is pouring from my arm. I'm so dizzy... I just hope those medics get here fast.

 

[Noon]

"Wow, dis is some crazy house..."

Gambit wandered around the subbasement of his new dwellings. He had no idea were he was. He was looking for the swimming pool and ended up in something out of a Kubrick film. Large round doors with "X"s over them lined the hallways. One in-particular caught his attention. The sign read "DANGER ROOM"

"Danger, room? What, is that like 'Beware Dog'? Wha's so bad bout some silly ol' room? Maybe its da camode."

Gambit continued walking down the hall.

"Dis boring. Where's that pretty lil petite?"

I finish patching myself up, not very well but I don't think anyone else could do it without touching my skin. Another drawback of being a freak. Everyone else here seems to think they're 'gifted' or some s**t like that.

Yours is an extraordinary gift, Marie, have no doubts about that

Who the...? Wait...is that...Magneto?

Child, your head is an interesting place, I have always wondered what Charles felt when in the mind of another.

You are gonna shut up now, no one said you could speak!

You believe yourself hard done by...you think you have seen anguish? You believe your life to be hard? I watched as the people I loved were slaughtered by those who were prejudiced...and I see the same thing beginning today with mutants. Humanity fears us, but I can stop them.

I try to squeeze out the voice, take control of it and make it stop, I don't even know how he is doing this, it's never happened before. His voice is too strong inside my head.

As I fight him inside my head, on the outside I weave through the many corridors of the mansion. I try to keep my composure on the outside, act as if nothing was strange. There is no one around anyway, this place is too quiet for such a big place. I find the elevator that leads into the basement levels. Damn this place is weird.

You know, Rogue, you know the fear humans hold for us, and how it turns to hate. You could help me Marie, you are a god compared to these humans, they have no right to mock you, to threaten you. Stand with me Rogue, mutants will inherit the earth...Humans are just dinosaurs waiting to happen.

"Will you just shut up!"

I round the corner and run straight into that cute Cajun, and he looks pretty shocked...wait, did I just say that out loud? Aw Cr**

 

[twylight]

"First, Zatanna, I want you to look at them. These poor souls once had meaningful lives, and the magic of a madman took those lives away from them. Remember this scene, Zatanna. Remember what can happen when one abuses the mystical forces at their disposal."
"Abuse for magic is neither good or evil. It is a neutral force that encompasses many different aspects of the cosmos. It is not the magic that performs acts of horror such as this. It is the one who wields it. Remember, Zatanna, to be cautious in how you use your power."

After a brief pause to let his words sink in, Dr. Druid turned to look at Zatanna.
"You and I will bring these tortured souls peace. With your speak and my powers backing yours, you will give these poor people the rest they deserve."

Druid calmly knelt down and assumed a meditative position. Anthony began chanting and he slowly rose into the air.
"Concentrate, Zatanna. I know it seems an overwhelming task, but I am here with you. Together we can do this."Druid calmly knelt down and assumed a meditative position. Anthony began chanting and he slowly rose into the air.
"Concentrate, Zatanna. I know it seems an overwhelming task, but I am here with you. Together we can do this."

I look at him as he raises into the air. Yeah, just a little creepy.
What have I gotten myself into?

“Yeah…what do I say?”

He doesn’t answer and I sigh.
I’m on my own.

Turning I focus, my eyes burning into the very center of the zombies. I search for the right phrase to focus on.

“Tesr in ecaep.” I speak slowly and levely as the threads in my mind seem to tie together.

 

[wiegeabo]

A well placed blow to my face sends me flying. I crash and tumble a few times before I'm on my feet again, dodging a couple of attacks while I'm getting up.

There's just too many of them. It's impossible. "Stop that, Jay! Nothing's impossible. You should know that by now!"

I get some distance again. Looking out over the mass of dead, and doing a quick count, literally, there's at least ninety thousand marching towards Paris. That means I've taken down about ten thousand. And it's not even a dent. I sigh. I've lost track as to how long I've been at this. And I figure I've only bought Paris around a half hour.

I shake my head and quickly recheck the map Robert supplied me. Ten miles. Another ten or so miles, and the French forces will attack, using low-level nukes. Two hours, tops. If they don't get trigger happy and attack sooner.

I take out the amulet and look at it as it lay in my hand. Ever since I stopped using it, my energy has returned. I feel normal again. But I can't take those things down fast enough. They don't fall for long, or get knocked out. They have to be turned to dust. And eveytime I get in the mass to do just that, they surround me, and I have to waste time making a quick escape.

Two hours. Might be able to take a couple of thousand more down in that time. Assuming they don't get me first. I look at the amulet again. Might be able to take a couple of dozen thousand down with this. But it'll likely kill me.

I grip the amulet tightly. Doesn't matter if the amulet kills me, or the nuclear attack does. Because I'm not stopping one way or the other. I'm not going to let a single one of these poor souls reach Paris and take another life.

I'm a hero, dammit! And if needbe, I'll damn sure go down like one...

 

[wiegeabo]

I grab Juggernaut by the shoulders.

"I'd suggest hanging on..."

Within the next few seconds, we're both airbourne, heading out of Metropolis. I'm perfectly sure that Sentry can help bring Morph along.

As we fly through the air, I can't help but think about all that I'm leaving behind, doing this. I mean... I have a job to do as Clark Kent, aswell. Not only that, but I need to see if anyone was hurt due to Juggernaut's attack. If Lois was hurt, I don't know what I'd d-

I pause.

Lois? Why did I automatically think about her, above all? Yes, she is my partner, but she's not the only one at the Planet that I know. Unless...

No, That couldn't be it. That's... rediculous.

...Isn't it?

I focus back on flying. This is no time for that. Right now, I need to put all of my efforts into finding out just who, exactly, is bent on destroying my image... Even though that, in itself, didn't need aid...

I cross my arms as Superduper carries me away by my shoulders. "You know, this ain't exactly dignified."

Oh well. It's faster than running and jumping the whole way. Guess that counts for something. Not much, but something.

In little time we're flyin' over New Your City. "Head a little that way," I say, pointing. Soon, we're over a small area and I can see the demolished factory me and the fake Supes tangled in.

"Ok, now that I got my bearings, we should head that way for a while. That's the direction that I tracked you...you're double. Right back towards Metropolis. 'Course, I don't think we need to go that far. I figure, we'll either find out who made that robot you, or find some more robots to pound on. Either way, we'll get some answers."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I look at him as he raises into the air. Yeah, just a little creepy.
What have I gotten myself into?

“Yeah…what do I say?”

He doesn’t answer and I sigh.
I’m on my own.

Turning I focus, my eyes burning into the very center of the zombies. I search for the right phrase to focus on.

“Tesr in ecaep.” I speak slowly and levely as the threads in my mind seem to tie together.

Druid focused the mystical energies of the planet that flowed through him into Zatanna. With his power backing her up, the zombies all over the area began to turn to dust as Zatanna laid them to rest.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Caught off guard by the reversal, the mystical bolts impacted Thor with a thunderous echo. Mordru's dark magic had twisted the lightning into something other than what it was, and Thor had little defense against it.

Smoking, Thor plummeted to the earth, landing in a heap. Slowly, he rose to one knee and spat out some of his divine blood. He was a god, how could one mortal damage him so? How could one mortal take the lightning from him?

He was left with one chance at harming the dread being that stood before him. Thor began talking.

"Thou hast no small measure of power, young one. Enough to rattle e'en me! But I am yet a godling, and thou shalt not be the end of me."

He was standing again, and a cold wind began blowing harshly. Thor braced his legs, and continued speaking. "I have fought 'gainst mortal and immortal, but thou art one of mine greatest challenges. Thine power rivals that of dread Darkseid, and I shalt not tolerate a being of such evil upon this plane or any other."

He held Mjolnir in two hands in front of him, and smirked. It was a last, desperate gamble on his part, for this technique could kill him as surely as it could kill his opponent. But if Midgard was to survive, he could do no less.

"Thou hast seen the power of Mjolnir when it channels the base elements. Wind, lightning, storms. Thou must surely wonder, what happens when it channels something more?"

Thor then began chanting in a language long forgotten and dead. Thunder echoed around the world, and fierce black storm clouds obscured the sky over all of Europe.

On the cliffs of Dover, Thor glowed with incandescent light, and from his hammer came a bolt of pure mystical force. It was of such amazing potency that the ground below it cracked and heaved, sending fragments of rock into the sky. The bolt traveled with such speed that no defense was possible against it, and with a roar like armageddon it impacted the sorceror Mordru.

The mystical bolt hit the Dark Lord with amazing force. As it connected, then entire area lit up with a bright, white-hot light that would blind any lesser being who was unfortunate enough to gaze upon it. The move was over in seconds, but it seemed to drag on for an eternity. And as the smoke cleared, the burnt body of Mordru lay in the center of a large, smoldering crater.
The ground of the crater glowed a bright orange as mystical energies still radiated through it. Mordru did not move, not even the slightest twitch. For all those watching, it appeared the mighty Thor, Prince of Asgard, had done the impossible. He had killed a being as old as the cosmos.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

The mystical bolt hit the Dark Lord with amazing force. As it connected, then entire area lit up with a bright, white-hot light that would blind any lesser being who was unfortunate enough to gaze upon it. The move was over in seconds, but it seemed to drag on for an eternity. And as the smoke cleared, the burnt body of Mordru lay in the center of a large, smoldering crater.
The ground of the crater glowed a bright orange as mystical energies still radiated through it. Mordru did not move, not even the slightest twitch. For all those watching, it appeared the mighty Thor, Prince of Asgard, had done the impossible. He had killed a being as old as the cosmos.

Thor smiled. Mjolnir felt as though it weighed as much as a planet, and his arms could not hold it. His arms dropped to his side and Mjolnir was let go and dropped to the ground. Thor dropped to one knee, and began breathing heavily. Pain wracked his body. Still, the god of thunder smiled.

Hah! The sorceror could not withstand mine power. I knew it to be true. Father was wrong. What reason hath mighty Thor to learn humility?

With this last, comforting thought, Thor slumped to the ground and lay still.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Thor smiled. Mjolnir felt as though it weighed as much as a planet, and his arms could not hold it. His arms dropped to his side and Mjolnir was let go and dropped to the ground. Thor dropped to one knee, and began breathing heavily. Pain wracked his body. Still, the god of thunder smiled.

Hah! The sorceror could not withstand mine power. I knew it to be true. Father was wrong. What reason hath mighty Thor to learn humility?

With this last, comforting thought, Thor slumped to the ground and lay still.

After the brief struggle between the two magical titans all went silent. If one listened closely enough, one could hear the cold wind blowing in from the sea.

Then something began to stir...

The stench of charred flesh filled his nostrils as he came to. His flesh. With his lips burnt off it was impossible to see, but the Dark Lord sneered as he slowly began to move again. He had not felt an attack like that in a thousand years. Not even Hector had hurt him so.

Hector.

Through all this fighting in this reality, he had almost forgotten about Hector Hall. It was Fate's fault that he was exiled to cross the gateways of realities, forever struggling to make it back to his. And he was so close too. His next jaunt would be the one to send him home. He could feel it.
Mordru had already gathered enough energies from mystical beings from this reality to open the gateway. But the Dark Lord remained behind in order to leave his mark upon this world. Foolish. He allowed the thought of amusement get in the way of his hate. No more.
He would end this little godling and be done with this plane forever. He would return to his world and make Hector and all his friends suffer.

The Dark Lord slowly rose to his feet. As Mordru rose, he called upon his mystical power to heal his wounds. Soon he looked just like normal and did not even closely resemble the charred being he was only seconds ago.

The Dark Lord took in a deep breath to clear his head and focused on the Thunderer.
"Impressive, Thor. I have not been attacked with such power in ages. You've begrudgingly earned my respect. But, a creature such as I does not die easily. Shall we see if the same can be said for you?"

 

[MaskedManJRK]

IC: Batman

I drive back to Wayne Manor after I finished with Castle. Hopefully, he took my hint and left Gotham as soon as I left him to his own devices. Considering what I know about him now, I don't want to fight him; but if he comes back and tries to commit murder in my city, I will throw him back out, kicking and screaming, if nessesary.

After I put the costume and the car under the covers in the garage (hide in plain sight works for now, but I'll have to find a better place for all of my equipment soon), I go into the manor.

As I walk in, I notice Dick half-way asleep on a chair near the door, probably waiting up for me.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He jumps up from my noise and faces me.

"Bruce! I wanted to talk to you about--"

"Let me guess: When will you be able to go back on the streets as Robin?" He nods. "You made mistakes that could get you killed the last time you went out. You won't go back out until I see more improvement."

"But I've been training night and day! I could take out any of those dumb crooks out there--"

"I thought the same thing, but things are different than I expected. I've had to face hallucengin masters, crazed clowns, psychotic vigilantie murders, and the HULK. You, of all people, should know what something like that could do."

His whole body slowly slumped down from the mention of that night. I felt like a dick for saying it, but it was the only way I know he would understand. I go down on my knees and take his chin to look up at me. The memory of Castle consoling me hits me again, and for once since he became my ward, I know exactly what to say.

"Dick, I know you want to follow in my footsteps and stop the crimes that take our families, but dispite how mature you may be, you're still just a kid. Train, wait for the right time to fight, then do everything you can.

"All I ask is for you not to just do that--don't let this turn into obsession, like...like I did. Make friends at school, find a girlfriend, go to the prom, live your life. Don't try to be me. Be YOURSELF. Do you understand?"

"...Yeah."

"Good." I stand up and start to head for bed. I turn back as I realize something else I should say. "Dick...before you head back for the streets, I strongly suggest changing your costume?"

"Why?"

"While I realize the costume is like your circus colors to honor your parents...but bright yellow and green will make you a walking target. You should also look for a different mask. The domino one may conceal your idenity, but if a crook gets a lucky shot to your head..."

"...Right. I'll do that."

"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I walk out of the room and go into mine to get ready for bed.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

After the brief struggle between the two magical titans all went silent. If one listened closely enough, one could hear the cold wind blowing in from the sea.

Then something began to stir...

The stench of charred flesh filled his nostrils as he came to. His flesh. With his lips burnt off it was impossible to see, but the Dark Lord sneered as he slowly began to move again. He had not felt an attack like that in a thousand years. Not even Hector had hurt him so.

Hector.

Through all this fighting in this reality, he had almost forgotten about Hector Hall. It was Fate's fault that he was exiled to cross the gateways of realities, forever struggling to make it back to his. And he was so close too. His next jaunt would be the one to send him home. He could feel it.
Mordru had already gathered enough energies from mystical beings from this reality to open the gateway. But the Dark Lord remained behind in order to leave his mark upon this world. Foolish. He allowed the thought of amusement get in the way of his hate. No more.
He would end this little godling and be done with this plane forever. He would return to his world and make Hector and all his friends suffer.

The Dark Lord slowly rose to his feet. As Mordru rose, he called upon his mystical power to heal his wounds. Soon he looked just like normal and did not even closely resemble the charred being he was only seconds ago.

The Dark Lord took in a deep breath to clear his head and focused on the Thunderer.
"Impressive, Thor. I have not been attacked with such power in ages. You've begrudgingly earned my respect. But, a creature such as I does not die easily. Shall we see if the same can be said for you?"

Panic rose in Thor's chest. He placed his palms flat against the ground, and tried to push himself up but his legendary might was all but spent.

NO! I am THOR! I shall NOT die like a weakling!

Gritting his teeth together, he pushed with all the might he could summon. He pushed himself to a kneeling position, and was spent. With a sudden, horrifying revelation, he knew that his Father had been right. As mighty as he was, there would ever be someone mightier then he. He had pushed away all aid. His family. His lover. The mortal legends of this world. And now, he would die on his knees. Because of his own foolish damned pride.

Thor spat blood onto the ground. Where his blood hit the barren rock, fresh grass sprung up. He turned his clear blue eyes to Mordru as the sorceror walked towards him. Defiance shone in his eyes.

"Mayhaps thou shalt kill me, magician. Mayhaps not." Thor struggled to his feet. His legs were shaking with the effort of simply standing. "But I shall not die on my knees."

 

[TheTurtle]

<Johnny Storm>

I've been sitting in my room for two days. Two days since some looser in a mask beat me. I can't freaking believe it. A looser like that beat me. I switch to another channel. An old Muppets show. Cool. My door opens. Sue walks over to a bean bag I have at the wall, and sits in it.

"Johnny".

"Yeah sis?"

I don't think I could sound less enthusiatic about the conversation I know is coming.

"Don't you think it's time you went out? You know... left your room"

I throw the packet of chips I had been eating onto the floor, and lie back on my bed.

"You don't get it Sue. This guy beat me. This looser with asbestos or something on him. He. Beat. ME!"

My sis sighs. She's not in the mood for hearing this obviously. It's not like I asked her to come in here or anything. If she doesn't want to hear it she can get the hell out.

"John. You've got to grow up a little..."

I bolt up, sitting on my bed and open my mouth to argue

"You're so cocky John. You think everythings a game, everythings easy. That's not real life Johnny. Things are gonna be hard... but, if you had gone in there taking things seriously you would be okay now. But no. You went bursting in as usual... didn't think"

"Hey, listen Sue...!"

"Remember when we had to go rescue everyone... what you did then. You let us down..."

She gets up and walks over to my door.

"Think about it John... then see what you want to do."

She leaves and closes the door behind her. I lie back down on my bed again...

 

[Venom160]

<Cyclops>

I guess everyone left the room because it got really quiet. I feel my way back to the couch and feel around until I find the remote for the tv. As I sit there listening to the tv I couldnt take my mind off what the professor said, could he really find a way to allow me to see again? I reach up and rub my nose which was still sore after walking into that wall.

"I hope he can."

 

[Electro UK]

I'm a killer. Not just any old killer, a damn good one. I'd say I'm the best there is, but the line's already taken by some Canadian idiot. I'll have probably killed him too by the time I'm gone. So I've got this job right now, nice and simple. Just killing some fat idiot for a fatter... less idiotic guy.

I'm sitting in the staff room of a shopping mall, a few dead bodies behind me. Anyway, I've picked this spot because I can see across the whole mall from here. Fatty's in a clothes store looking at the Extra Large section. His wife's with him... nice babe, only for the money I'm guessing.

I got my shot, about to take it when... Bleep! Bleep! Damn! That's that alarm Fisk gave me earlier. The one that he clearly said "Stop what you're doing and go to the set location straight away." Well I guess fatty gets to live for one more day, I'll be looking around Macdonalds for you later...

I sling my rifle round my back and head out of the room. Outside, I unlock my van and hop in. Got quite a drive ahead of me.

***

Okay I'm on the rooftop of the complex. The fat man's signal is coming from just below me. I rappel down the wall to look in and there he is. He looks pretty beat up... hope this doesn't affect my salary.

Who's that next to him? Is that? Well this has got to be my lucky day! Its Daredevil! Standing next to Captain America... and added bonus. I kick off of the glass, swinging away and then swinging back. I pull out a pistol and shoot through the glass.

SMASH! I swing through as the glass explodes, unhooking myself and then throwing a knife at Fisk's handcuffs. They cut clean off. "BULLSEYE!"

 

[Electro UK]

Not him... not now! As Bullseye lands I immeadiately bounce into the air and kick him back. "Bullseye, what are you doing here? Fisk is ours now, we're not gonna let you take him back."

"Sorry Red, but I've got my orders, free the pie eater, then take out Lex Luthor." He's quick. So quick I can't dodge the knife he throws, skimming my head. Cap leaps up behind him. Bullseye tirns and flips him over his head, holding onto the shield as Cap slams into the floor.

"Well well, the ledendary shield of Captain America... I hear he can throw it with outstanding accuarcy... well let's see how I handle it." He throws the shield at me, it connects with my foot and topples me over. "Perfect! Haha, maybe I should keep this thing as a souvenier!"

I fire my billy club at him. It connects with his head. As he stumbles backwards, Cap moves in and headbutts him while I grab his shield. "Okay gents, now you're making me mad." he brings out a sai and throws it at me.

If I wasn't so badly injured, I'd have a chance of evading this, but no. It goes through my leg and sticks me to the wall. "Well that's one down, just the boy in blue to go!"

Look at him. He's a madman. How can he enjoy causing all this pain? Even Fisk seems more humane than him. Cap starts blocking attacks with his shield. We've got to do something about him or Fisk is going to get away. I slowly pull the sai away. Didn't do any serious damage, gonna be one heck of a task standing on it though.

 

[twylight]

Druid focused the mystical energies of the planet that flowed through him into Zatanna. With his power backing her up, the zombies all over the area began to turn to dust as Zatanna laid them to rest.

I lowered my eyes as the zombies turned to dust, the ashes from them lifting on the wind and dispersing. The town was silent, a ghost town, on so many levels.

I look back up. How...sad...not, it's more than sad...I feel so tired and worn. Is it even worth fighting against magic?

"What now?" I ask, not turning around to look at him, I keep my gaze on the town below.

 

[taskmaster]

"Castle you ****ing psycho! Pull me up!"

"I always liked the view up here Bobby, the city looks clean from up here. Like life is going well for everyone down there, no crime, families safe at night. But we both know that isn't true or else we wouldn't be up here."

I pull him up to the roof of the Empire State Building. I payed some people off so me and Bobby could have some alone time.

"You know what happens when you hit the ground after falling from this height? Well lets just say that the only way anyone is going to know it's you is because I'm going to tell them."

"Oh god, please don't do this."

"Stop trying to stop me. You know how this is going to end. Now I have one question, what's your mom's number."

"I'm not telling you ****!"

I show him the lighter fluid I brought up.

"They'll be able to see you from a mile away, Bobby. The fire won't go out while you fall, you'll burn all the way down. Now give me the number."

I dial Ma's number.

"Hello Miss but I have some bad news about your son. He's about to set on fire and thrown off of the Empire State Building. I just wanted to let you know that what I do to you will be worse. I'm coming for you and nothing is going to get in my way."

I leave the phone on and put it in Bobby's jacket pocket. I splash the lighter fluid on him. I grab him by his foot and hold him over the edge of the building. I bring him up so he can look into my eyes. I take a lighter out of my pocket, I show him the flame then throw it in his face.

Ma hears his scream all the way down.

 

[Watchman]

Roger Hayden ran through woods away from the jail and guards and with him a secret.

"See Roger its in my apartment as we speak"

"What's that Charile?" asked Roger

"The Medusa Mask" he got down from his bunk "This mask has some kinda magic in it make you control people's emotion. I could have been something if I used it but those..."

"Charile what the hell are you talking about?" Charles Halstead, the original Psycho Pirate, grabbed Roger's arm.

"I'm giving it to you continue what I started. Once you get out of here get the mask and..." he hands him a piece of paper with an address on it and falls over. Roger runs over to the cell door.

"Hey guard somebody help!" he screams. A guard runs over and see the man on the floor he opens the door and kneels down at looks back at Roger.

"He's..dead"

Later it was time all the prisoners were in the yard. Although this time in was going to end bloody. Two rivial gangs started to fight and soon the whole prison yard was engulfed in violence. This was his chance to escape. He found himself an opening and was on the outside. He looks down at the piece of paper and notices that it's in the city, Metropolis.

He has been on the run for hours but he has made it to the Suicide Slums and finally stumbled across the apartment. He broke in and made his way to Charile's room. Inside there wasn't much but a bed, a desk, and a weird costume. He walks over and opens the box. Inside is a golden mask.

 

[Midnight Ice]

Not him... not now! As Bullseye lands I immeadiately bounce into the air and kick him back. "Bullseye, what are you doing here? Fisk is ours now, we're not gonna let you take him back."

"Sorry Red, but I've got my orders, free the pie eater, then take out Lex Luthor." He's quick. So quick I can't dodge the knife he throws, skimming my head. Cap leaps up behind him. Bullseye tirns and flips him over his head, holding onto the shield as Cap slams into the floor.

"Well well, the ledendary shield of Captain America... I hear he can throw it with outstanding accuarcy... well let's see how I handle it." He throws the shield at me, it connects with my foot and topples me over. "Perfect! Haha, maybe I should keep this thing as a souvenier!"

I fire my billy club at him. It connects with his head. As he stumbles backwards, Cap moves in and headbutts him while I grab his shield. "Okay gents, now you're making me mad." he brings out a sai and throws it at me.

If I wasn't so badly injured, I'd have a chance of evading this, but no. It goes through my leg and sticks me to the wall. "Well that's one down, just the boy in blue to go!"

Look at him. He's a madman. How can he enjoy causing all this pain? Even Fisk seems more humane than him. Cap starts blocking attacks with his shield. We've got to do something about him or Fisk is going to get away. I slowly pull the sai away. Didn't do any serious damage, gonna be one heck of a task standing on it though.

"This is turning out to be one Hell of a day!"

I blockBullseye's attacks with my shield and try a few of my own,only to also be blocked. I see The Devil pull the sai out of his own leg.

Man,that guy is one though soldier.

As we fight I get backed up to where Fisk lies on the ground,he starts to get up. Bullseye throws a punch at me, I step aside and grab his arm and flip hiom over on to his side.I look down at Fisk who starts to raise his head.

"Stay down!"I say as I kick him in his jaw,forcing Fisk back on the verge of unconciousness.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I lowered my eyes as the zombies turned to dust, the ashes from them lifting on the wind and dispersing. The town was silent, a ghost town, on so many levels.

I look back up. How...sad...not, it's more than sad...I feel so tired and worn. Is it even worth fighting against magic?

"What now?" I ask, not turning around to look at him, I keep my gaze on the town below.

"Now we finish freeing these people from their curse. There is still one more location we must visit to finish ridding the world of this undead plague", said Druid as he watched the sky light up as though the sun itself had come down to the Earth. They were witnessing the godblast of the Odinson, and though it was hundreds of miles away the ground still shook slightly Austria.

"We must hurry, Zatanna", stated Druid as he opened another portal, "I fear time may be running out for this planet."

Anthony Druid quickly stepped into the portal and disappeared.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Panic rose in Thor's chest. He placed his palms flat against the ground, and tried to push himself up but his legendary might was all but spent.

NO! I am THOR! I shall NOT die like a weakling!

Gritting his teeth together, he pushed with all the might he could summon. He pushed himself to a kneeling position, and was spent. With a sudden, horrifying revelation, he knew that his Father had been right. As mighty as he was, there would ever be someone mightier then he. He had pushed away all aid. His family. His lover. The mortal legends of this world. And now, he would die on his knees. Because of his own foolish damned pride.

Thor spat blood onto the ground. Where his blood hit the barren rock, fresh grass sprung up. He turned his clear blue eyes to Mordru as the sorceror walked towards him. Defiance shone in his eyes.

"Mayhaps thou shalt kill me, magician. Mayhaps not." Thor struggled to his feet. His legs were shaking with the effort of simply standing. "But I shall not die on my knees."

"Noble words, Asgardian", replied Mordru in a cold, dark tone.

The Dark Lord raised his hand and loosed an powerful bolt of mystical energy that blasted the weakened thunder god in the chest, sending him flying backwards and bouncing across the ground.

 

[Electro UK]

"This is turning out to be one Hell of a day!"

I blockBullseye's attacks with my shield and try a few of my own,only to also be blocked. I see The Devil pull the sai out of his own leg.

Man,that guy is one though soldier.

As we fight I get backed up to where Fisk lies on the ground,he starts to get up. Bullseye throws a punch at me, I step aside and grab his arm and flip hiom over on to his side.I look down at Fisk who starts to raise his head.

"Stay down!"I say as I kick him in his jaw,forcing Fisk back on the verge of unconciousness.

IC: Daredevil

Damnit, Fisk isn't gonna stay down for much longer. Trust Bullseye to pull off such perfect timing. We have to get him as far away from Fisk as possible. "Meet me at the bottom." I call to Cap. He gives a confused expression as I dive towards Bullseye. I connect with his waist and send us through the window.

We trade punches in the air and all the while Bullseye is smiling. He's enjoying this battle, anticipating killing me, and the way I'm looking at the moment, that won't be long. We both slams onto the top of a car, my backs on fire as I roll off.

***

Looks like Red's taken a pretty bad beating. Man I'm enjoying this. This is what being alive is all about. I flip onto my feet and kick the Devil in the face. He grabs some of the car wreckage and flings it into my face. Hurts like hell, but I've had worse.

I grab thousands of shards of glass and pile them up on my hand, unleashing them onto the devil one by one. He moves fast, a challenging target, I like that. Infact, I'm rather fond of this Devil guy, causing him trouble's a lot of fun. 3 shards connect with his leg, another with his back.

He stumbles over. He can barely move, time to finish him off. I raise my foot above his head and stamp down onto him until he's unconcious. Its funny really, how much enjoyment I'm getting out of this. I look at him lying lifeless on the floor.

I could kill him now... but I have my pride. I'm not gonna settle for second best. "Lucky Devil... I ain't the kind to kick someone while he's down... unless I'm being paid to." Just the Captain left, then I can haul Fisk's fat ass out of here.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

"Noble words, Asgardian", replied Mordru in a cold, dark tone.

The Dark Lord raised his hand and loosed an powerful bolt of mystical energy that blasted the weakened thunder god in the chest, sending him flying backwards and bouncing across the ground.

Thor rolled, and came to a stop resting against the trunk of a massive oak tree. Reaching out with one massive hand, Thor gripped the trunk of the tree and used it as a brace to bring himself to a standing position again. His blood flowed freely under his armor, he could feel. He hacked and coughed another spurt of bright red blood out of his mouth. Where the red droplets fell, grass sprung up fresh and free. Thor wiped the remnants of the blood from his mouth with a free hand, then began clutching his stomach in an attempt to stop the blood loss.

"It shalt... take more than that to fell me, magician," said Thor through clenched teeth. His breath was a ragged hiss, but he stood as tall and proud as his battered body would permit.