As I watch the pieces fall into the Hudson River, below me, I fly back to where Morph, Juggernaut, and Sentry were last seen... I just hope all of this destruction wasn't for nothing... It's time we got some real answers...
Supes gets back just after I do. I look around for that Cap America bot, but don't see it. Sentry must have gotten it or something. Freaky alien things are still rampaging over the bridge, and those vines are still wrapped around the Statue of Liberty. And that fake ship was still hovering over the sky. Really not too unusual for New York when you think about it.
"Okay, anyone see where those things came from." They look at me like I'm crazy. Like the answer is sittin' right infront of me. Well, above me. "Hey, it wasn't that ship up there. It's a fake. Just some illusion. Those aliens are probably robots too, just not as fancy as the ones we took out. So I want to know who the hell built these things, why the hell they built them, where the hell they are, and how long before I get to smash there head in?"
I look around and see nothing but tall buildings. And most of them look alike to me. "Damn, I wish I could see through walls or something."
Supes gets back just after I do. I look around for that Cap America bot, but don't see it. Sentry must have gotten it or something. Freaky alien things are still rampaging over the bridge, and those vines are still wrapped around the Statue of Liberty. And that fake ship was still hovering over the sky. Really not too unusual for New York when you think about it.
"Okay, anyone see where those things came from." They look at me like I'm crazy. Like the answer is sittin' right infront of me. Well, above me. "Hey, it wasn't that ship up there. It's a fake. Just some illusion. Those aliens are probably robots too, just not as fancy as the ones we took out. So I want to know who the hell built these things, why the hell they built them, where the hell they are, and how long before I get to smash there head in?"
I look around and see nothing but tall buildings. And most of them look alike to me. "Damn, I wish I could see through walls or something."
"Wait, wait...hold on a sec. You've got X-Ray vision?!? Damn man! High school must've been paradise for you. Girl's locker room and all. I'd never leave the gym!" I point to a hot chick running down the street to get away from everything. "What color underwear is she wearing?"
"Wait, wait...hold on a sec. You've got X-Ray vision?!? Damn man! High school must've been paradise for you. Girl's locker room and all. I'd never leave the gym!" I point to a hot chick running down the street to get away from everything. "What color underwear is she wearing?"
I pause, giving him a strange look. He can't be serious. That woman is scared out of her mind, right now... And he's asking me to look through her clothes? I may have just destroyed two animatronic objects aswell as accidentally causing damage to some buildings in the area, but I still have morality.
Though I have looked through Lois', before... Only at her request, though...
This is rediculous. I'm not going to do it. Though I do have another way of proving my power...
I look through The Juggernaut's helmet, getting a look at his head. It's strange, considering how wide the helmet is, seeing such a normal looking head under it... But so be it.
"I've got a better idea. How about we focus on the situation at hand,without invading the privacy of the innocent people around us... redhead.", I say, with somewhat of a smirk.
Before I know it I'm moving, zig-zagging randomly to avoid being hit. Anger pours through me. Anger at what this...thing did to those poor people in Europe, and what he is doing now.
But I don't let the anger cloud my judgement. If that happens, I might as well be dead. And Thor's effort would be for nothing. Before Mordru can get a lock on me, I've increased the vibrations in my body exponentially.
I take a step and, to the surprise of all, sink into the ground.
I really hate this. Vibrating through matter is not one of my specialties. And vibrating through ground is harder still because a slip means I could find myself plummeting towards the center of the Earth.
But I put those thoughts out of my mind as I bring myself up out of the ground just where I wanted. I emerge, putting my fist right into Mordru's jaw.
I reign down a thousand punches before we even land, and even afterwards I continue, indenting the ground with Mordru's body. I pick Mordru up by the front of his suit and hold him in the air while I vibrate my hands rapidly, shaking Mordru and hopefully scattering his mind in the process.
"Damn you! Damn you and all you represent!" I toss Mordru to the side and run up, planting a kick to his midsection before he's done rolling. He flies a few more yards. "Why can't you and your kind leave us in peace?!? Why do you have to torture us? What did we ever do to you?"
I run up to Mordru, not about to give him a chance to catch his breath. I don't kill, but right now...I may just forget that...
"Why", replies the Dark Lord as he transforms the ground around him into a mystical quicksand. As the Flash runs towards him he begins to slow considerably as he gets bogged down.
"Because I can, Garrick", states Mordru as he wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. The Dark Lord rises to his feet to stand before the Flash, who is stuck in the magical quagmire.
The Dark Lord raises his hand as though it were a blade and slashes the air with it. As Mordru finishes the motion, the Flash's right hamstring gets cut completely in two.
"And because it's rather enjoyable as well", laughs the Dark Lord with a sadistic smile.
Me? I'm glad he said that, I can actually think about myself for a second. "Well aside from my head feeling like it's been buried under some rubble... which it probably has and that my sides feel like they're about to split... I'm dandy." I give gave a quick smile.
"We need to get a hold of Lex, you got a cell phone or anything? He must be coming here or something musn't he?"
"Why", replies the Dark Lord as he transforms the ground around him into a mystical quicksand. As the Flash runs towards him he begins to slow considerably as he gets bogged down.
"Because I can, Garrick", states Mordru as he wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. The Dark Lord rises to his feet to stand before the Flash, who is stuck in the magical quagmire.
The Dark Lord raises his hand as though it were a blade and slashes the air with it. As Mordru finishes the motion, the Flash's right hamstring gets cut completely in two.
"And because it's rather enjoyable as well", laughs the Dark Lord with a sadistic smile.
"AHHHHGGGGG" Son of a ...." I bit down on my lip. Not gong to give him any more satisfaction. Besides, my metabolism's already healing it.
I think about what Mordru just said. There's never any reasoning with these super powerful beings. With all of their powrs, the only thing they never seem to be able to do is maintain their sanity. Makes me think that no one is supposed to have that much power.
I spin my arms, creating a massive windstorm. Mordru stands up against it, until I turn his own attack against him. I blow all the newly formed quicksand right back at him. Not only does this free me, but the sand granules turn into mini projectiles. Like millions of tiny shard of glass they tear and rip into Mordru's skin. Chunks of flesh peel away, but I don't let up.
Mordru finally loses his footing and is blown away. By that time, I'm free of the quicksand, and my leg has healed.
"Enjoyable, huh?" I run up the Mordru's bloody body, grab it, spin it around, and let it go. He goes flying, smashing into one of the few large trees in the area. "Yeah...I guess it is."
I rush over to Thor and check on him. He's still alive, but barely breathing. I grab his hammer, but it doesn't budge. "Damn." I look up to see the solidified Druid. "Damn." And I see Zatanna meditating. "Whatever you're doing," I whisper at her, "do it faster." Unless Thor gets back on his feet, I'm going to be the only one protecting her.
Then an idea hits me. I've done it for a few teammates over the years, but never tried it on a...well, a god. Don't know if it will work or not. I kneel down by Thor and start lending him my speed. If all goes well, this means he will heal faster, and hopefully be able to give me some help.
While the gods and magicians did battle far away, a battle of another kind was brewing across the country of Pokolistan. When this mysterious "Zod" --a tall, white-haired man who survivors claimed had abilities similar to the American Superman-- ended a riot by slaughtering the Russian soldiers trying to keep it down, it sent a shockwave through the small, war-ravaged nation. Surviving protesters contacted members of the Pokolistani underground resistance, who in turn signalled their comerades to take up arms. With the Russian oppressors staggering from the shock that the rebels had their own Superman on their side, there was no better time to strike.
Within hours of Zod's arrival, riots of unprecentented size and violence began breaking out nationwide. Angry rebels ambushed Russian patrols, hurled Molotov cocktails into the lines of police desperately trying to keep the situation calm, and stormed city federal buildings en masse. In the capital city of Vozhnygrad alone, nearly three hundred people were killed when rebel forces drove an improvised car-bomb into the Russian embassy. Government officials scrambled for some sort of course of action, until the Russian military officials overrode their authority and declared martial law. At that point, the whole of Pokolistan was rife with chaos. Without warning or planning or declaration, the country suddenly found itself at war.
And as the skies blackened from the smoke from a hundred fires burning in a hundred cities, the man responsible for this sudden cataclysm soared through the air, his acute sense of hearing guiding him towards wherever his presence would be felt most.
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Zod chuckled to himself as he heard the rallying cries of the rabble below him, their cheers of impending victory and somesuch rubbish about their devotion to the people. Such poorly organized militia would never be able to hold their own against the massive regular army they faced; his presence alone was what threw the Russian enemies into confusion. It was stressful work, fighting a civil war entirely by himself, but these inferior aliens made it so easy that the General practically assumed they were eager to die by his hands.
For hours, Zod launched himself at hypersonic speeds from city to city, turning the tides of each small skirmish in dramatic fashion. He lifted tanks over his head before ripping them in two with his bare hands. He slammed helicopters into Russian federal buildings. He incinerated lines of infantry with a scarlet glare from his eyes. He tore open fighter jets and flung their pilots to certain death. Time after time, the General evaluated the enemy's status, and quickly crippled their strategic backbone as well as their morale.
Within a day, it was over. Hundreds of city blocks had been reduced to smouldering rubble, entire villages had ceased to be, and the streets all over Pokolistan ran red with the blood of untold thousands on both sides. What mattered, though, was that an expertly trained and heavilly armed standing army had been broken and sent into full retreat across the borders by a civilian force, and the demigod watching over them.
Exhausted, Zod finally set foot on ground again, at the top of a staircase that led to the heap of ruin that was once the Pokolistani capital building. A throng of the filthy aliens gathered to see him, cheering wildly as their new hero spoke.
"My people, my brothers in blood on this day," Zod began, barely spitting out the words, since it pained him to have to address these inferiors as peers, "This day is yours! The Russian oppressor flees to his home, bloodied, broken and defeated! The puppets in your government who had been manipulated for so long have been brought into the light and punished like the criminals they were! Pokolistan is now unshackled, unfettered, and ready to unite under one vision: a world where the weak do not have to be the slaves of the strong, a world where those who once ruled through terror are instead made to weep with fear!
"This is the dawn of a new day, one where the will of the government shall kneel before the will of the people! Where the tyrants shall kneel before the downtrodden! Where the might of the Russian army shall kneel...before Zod!"
The unruly mob burst into raucous cheers, a maddening euphoria that swept through the masses. Of course, Zod meant virtually nothing he had said; slaves are so much easier to maintain under the illusion of freedom. The war with these Russians was a minor inconvenience to him. What really mattered was gaining enough manpower to overturn any possible resources this planet might have to return him to Krypton. Until then, however, the great General would be more than satisfied to be a war hero.
“That’s it?” I say incredulously.
The man stands there giving the vibe of being very unamused.
“Well, of course. Remember you, or your other dimensional you’s have been here…” He pauses as if mentally calculating. “Four thousand, seven hundred and sixty-five.” He rattles off smoothly.
My jaw drops and he shrugs.
“Though you’re younger and less experienced than most of them. As I’ve said before.” He waves his hand idly as if bored.
“Well, you’d better be getting back.”
“Oh! Right!” I do need to get back I must have been here for hours. I turn to leave.
“Now where are you going?” He asks.
I turn and point back the way we came. “I’m going back.”
He sighs. “Newbies.” He waves his hand and a portal opens, but...it’s different than the ones Druid does. It’s like a window to another world. My world. In fact I’m staring at my back and beyond me is fighting.
He sighs again this time draw out. “Well, are you going to stand there all day?”
I jump, I have to stop zoning out, but isn’t a girl allowed some shock? I’ve just been dragged into a world I never wanted to be in and I’m talking to some…weird guy that looks like he’s from a Film Noir movie.
“No! And thank you so much!” I step through as he speaks.
“Think nothing of it. See you soon.”
I open my eyes. Colors rushing into my vision.
] “whoa……rush..” I stay still for a moment catching my bearings. In front and to the side of me a battle is still going and….I gasp and get to my feet.
Druid stands before me as a statue. I cover my mouth and step back, my leg’s bumping into something else, I look down and see a heap of a man, the blonde one, his red cape covering him like a shroud. I bite my lips. Keep calm, I have to keep calm.
But I can’t. This is awful, I want to go home I want this all to stop. I don’t want to be here. Magic is bad, but I have to use it I have to. A tear brims on my eye and I spin around.
I open my eyes to find myself face down in a ditch!
"How the hell did I wind up here? What the hell happened to me?"
I push myself up and look around the area. Thats when I realize that I'm not in a ditch, BUT A CRATER! I look at myself fo any possible wounds..........ok, well theres good new and theres bad news. Good news I'm ok....bad news is, I'M SCRANY AGAIN!
"Oh man! How could this happen?"
Did my powers just give out? I must have crashed landed somewhere close to where I was fighting those zombie people. I'm still wearing my costume, but its baging and sagging around where my muscels should be. I look up to the top of the hole......LOT of people standing around it staring. GREAT! Ok so basicaly my options are either I get myself jump started again, or........I'm boned......I was realy in over my head on this one. how could I think I would know how to control this? I mean REALY! Ok well.....I gota try.....gota get out of this hole......concentrate......FOCUS!........
I blast my way off of the ground and through the hole. The onlookers below stare up as I fly forth. I look down at them and wave saying,
"Everythings OK folks! Just a temporary set back, but the Gold duardian of good takes flight ONCE AGAIN!"
Sometimes I hate the things I say.........Ok basicaly the new plan is save the world from evil super robots that have probobly already taken apart the others because I was to stupid to know my own powers, and then bust tail back to Doc Richards place and see if he can figure out whats wrong with me! But theres kind of a problem with that now isn't there...........He kind of doesn't know about me stealing those vials from his office. Ok I know it wasn't a good thing to do, but when I saw what that metor juice was doin to those lab animals.......I HAD TO TRY IT!.......Ok, ok, I'm an idiot I know, I don't have to keep telling myself! I guess the words "cosmic radiation" should have meant something!
Ok now I gota help the others, but I don't see em' anywhere around here.........wait, didn't they say they were going to New York? Alright, lets kick this puppy into overdrive!
BOOM!
Within moments I'm staring at the Statue of Liberty!
"MAN I FLY FAST!"
I look around for any evidence of a fight, and know Juggs and Morph, its bound to happen. Superman seems a bit more laid back, but it seems like he has some enemies. Finaly I see a cloud of smake in the sky, I'm guessing its coming from SOMETHING they tore apart. Ok, time to help out! I fly directly to their location and hover above. Robot parts strown about everywhere!
"Oh man.....Did you have all the fun without me? Please tell me there is at least one more bad guy left......"
Ok THAT made me sound like a kid.....ok well technicaly I am a kid, but I don't want them to know that!.....Ok rethink, say something corny and heroy.......
"I mean....I want to do my part in fighting for......Truth....Justice...and...The American way........"
YOU IDIOT! Did you just steal Supermans quote from the Daily Planet interview?????? MORON!
I raise my eyebrow and fold my arms, a small smirk appearing on my face.
"Oh really? Ah do hope you aint suggesting anything unsavory, Mister Gambit....Ah..."Magneto's voice continues in my mind and I can't think what I was going to say.
"Ah....have ta go, have ta..." I trail off and walk past him, continuing down the glistening metal corridor, Magneto's whispers goading me as I go.
I raise my eyebrow and fold my arms, a small smirk appearing on my face.
"Oh really? I do hope you aint suggesting anything unsavory, Mister Gambit....Ah..."Magneto's voice continues in my mind and I can't think what I was going to say.
"Ah....have ta go, have ta..." I trail off and walk past him, continuing down the glistening metal corridor, Magneto's whispers goading me as I go.
His shouts echo after me in the eerie corridor but I ignore him. My head aches and Eric's voice fills my head.
Go, child, leave this place. There is nothing for you here but pain. You can never be a 'hero' like them, but by my side, we can take our rightful place as rulers of this planet. Charles cannot help you, he will only tell you to suppress your gift, but with me, your gift will become your greatest asset. The humans will cower in fear, and no one will ever dare cast you out again...
He's right. Everything he says makes sense, and something compels me to agree. I have to leave, have to find Magneto...there is no place for me here, but in Magneto's brotherhood...I will belong.
I turn left into an identical corridor, but I'm sure this is the way I came from that big plane.
Gambit ran down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the metal hallway. He saw Rogue turn left, headed in the direction they had come from the hangar.
"Rogue," Gambit caught up with her, grabbing her by the arm. "What's wrong, chere. You lookin' kinda sick?"
Gambit ran down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the metal hallway. He saw Rogue turn left, headed in the direction they had come from the hangar.
"Rogue," Gambit caught up with her, grabbing her by the arm. "What's wrong, chere. You lookin' kinda sick?"
I turn and look at him, my eyes unfocused and my expression confused.
"Gambit...you shud come with me" Suddenly it seems like all the energy has come back into me "Come with me, Ahm leaving, taking the jet" I grab his hand "We're powerful, Remy, more powerful than anyone here can know...but there's someone who does"
I turn and look at him, my eyes unfocused and my expression confused.
"Gambit...you shud come with me" Suddenly it seems like all the energy has come back into me "Come with me, Ahm leaving, taking the jet" I grab his hand "We're powerful, Remy, more powerful than anyone here can know...but there's someone who does"
"Who?" Gambit looked into Rogue's eyes. The pain and the confusion overwhelmed him.
"You still got all those people in your head. That whacko, with the helmet, he's 'talkin' to you. I know we ain't been here long, but these people, dey good people. That Magneto. he tried to kill innocent people. Gambit ain't being no pawn no more, no human weapon. Dis Xavier, he really does wanna help us. Gambit spent all his life readin' people, seein' what ain't meant to be seen. I trust him. I'm stayin'."
Gambit paused.
"And you should too. Stay with me, Rogue. I promise, I'll take care of you. Ol' Remy, he never met no one quite like you before. I sensed somethin' special the second you got in that car. I..."
I pause, giving him a strange look. He can't be serious. That woman is scared out of her mind, right now... And he's asking me to look through her clothes? I may have just destroyed two animatronic objects aswell as accidentally causing damage to some buildings in the area, but I still have morality.
Though I have looked through Lois', before... Only at her request, though...
This is rediculous. I'm not going to do it. Though I do have another way of proving my power...
I look through The Juggernaut's helmet, getting a look at his head. It's strange, considering how wide the helmet is, seeing such a normal looking head under it... But so be it.
"I've got a better idea. How about we focus on the situation at hand,without invading the privacy of the innocent people around us... redhead.", I say, with somewhat of a smirk.
Morph limped over to the pair. He brushed dust off his costume and pretended that the Spidey Bot didn't kick him in the liver. He wondered how much of his pain was visible on his formless face.
"Red hair, huh? Well now I know why you wear the helmet. Luckily I can change my appearance at will, huh?" Morph smiled and patted Juggsy on the back.
"So about those robots," Morph said turning towards Stupes, " I remember where I saw those parts before! When the Spidey Bot backhanded me, I realized that it was made from the same parts used in my last flick, Hairless Harlots From Hell. It was a nice little movie with Dazzler as my co-star. Hey, have you seen it?"
"Who?" Gambit looked into Rogue's eyes. The pain and the confusion overwhelmed him.
"You still got all those people in your head. That whacko, with the helmet, he's 'talkin' to you. I know we ain't been here long, but these people, dey good people. That Magneto. he tried to kill innocent people. Gambit ain't being no pawn no more, no human weapon. Dis Xavier, he really does wanna help us. Gambit spent all his life readin' people, seein' what ain't meant to be seen. I trust him. I'm stayin'."
Gambit paused.
"And you should too. Stay with me, Rogue. I promise, I'll take care of you. Ol' Remy, he never met no one quite like you before. I sensed somethin' special the second you got in that car. I..."
I shove him away, but somehow I don't feel like I'm the one in control anymore. I spit out my words like venom, and my voice shifts slightly, losing it's accent.
"Love is for fools! If you won't fight for mutant supremacy, then you are no better than those filthy humans, and you will be treated as such!"
I swing at him and my fist catches him in the jaw, probably only landing the hit because I caught him so by surprise. I turn and run before he can recover, sprinting towards the hanger.
Me? I'm glad he said that, I can actually think about myself for a second. "Well aside from my head feeling like it's been buried under some rubble... which it probably has and that my sides feel like they're about to split... I'm dandy." I give gave a quick smile.
"We need to get a hold of Lex, you got a cell phone or anything? He must be coming here or something musn't he?"
"Cell phone? Ph yeah, I had one, but Bullseye shoved it down my throat. Now its somewhere in the street. The is an intercom system over in the corner though."
I walk over to the panal.
"Attention, this is Captain America, Lex, if you can hear this, come to the med lab."
He stood over the still unassembled robot. He regarded it with a cold eye, looking at the exposed circuitry, and the as yet unassembled chassis. The metal face glared at him lifelessly. The robot would be his master stroke, his grandest plan yet. In one fell swoop, Doom would reveal his true power to the world and the nations would quail at his coming. The robot was the first step, the first block in the foundation that he would create.
He walked to a nearby metal stand, covered with schematics and diagrams. On them was the potential, the necessary pieces to Doom's grand designs. He had discovered them in the hous of the fool Ivo, one of the few intellectuals that had considered himself equal to Doom. Doom had taken the schematics, and improved upon them. His standard robot had vastly more intelligence than that fool's primitive AI, and the energy converters originally designed for his armor increased the robot's durability a thousand fold.
It would be his crowning achievement. His grand project. His Amazo.
He smirked as he studied the parts that lay before him.
"Servants! Come to me!"
An old man in a purple hat and robe appeared before him. He was Boris, one of the last people from Doom's gypsy troupe. "What is it you wish, Lord von Doom?"
"The time has come. Send notice to Hayden that Doom requires his services. One of the robots should suffice, as it will be immune to the effects of his mask. Also, send one of our agents to the Daily Planet in Metropolis. I am inviting Lois Lane and one companion of her choice to Latveria, where they will see the glory that is Doom."
Boris nodded, turned, and left, leaving Doom to his ruminations.
Morph limped over to the pair. He brushed dust off his costume and pretended that the Spidey Bot didn't kick him in the liver. He wondered how much of his pain was visible on his formless face.
"Red hair, huh? Well now I know why you wear the helmet. Luckily I can change my appearance at will, huh?" Morph smiled and patted Juggsy on the back.
"So about those robots," Morph said turning towards Stupes, " I remember where I saw those parts before! When the Spidey Bot backhanded me, I realized that it was made from the same parts used in my last flick, Hairless Harlots From Hell. It was a nice little movie with Dazzler as my co-star. Hey, have you seen it?"
I pause, looking at Morph, eyebrow raised. He is a strange one... But... He doesn't seem to be a liar.
"...A movie? You mean... We've been in battle against movie props this entire time?"
While I don't nessacarily know anything about Hollywood, or the techniques used to create their special effects... It does seem as though what we were fighting was built for that purpose. To create an illusion, like the one the Juggernaut saw.
I pause, looking at Morph, eyebrow raised. He is a strange one... But... He doesn't seem to be a liar.
"...A movie? You mean... We've been in battle against movie props this entire time?"
While I don't nessacarily know anything about Hollywood, or the techniques used to create their special effects... It does seem as though what we were fighting was built for that purpose. To create an illusion, like the one the Juggernaut saw.
One think Mysterio learned was to always make an entrance. He was going to sit here and wait around as they planned a possible attack. He pressed a button an a large door opened on the side. Smoke came from the door and engulfed Superman, Morph, and the Juggernaut.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA" the voice could have come from anywhere "Who dares attack the great and powerful Mysterio!"
Morph was about to elaborate further on his comment, when suddenly a cloud of smoke engulfed the group. Morph hardened his body into a diamond form again and readied himself for combat.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA" the voice could have come from anywhere "Who dares attack the great and powerful Mysterio!"
Morph returned to his normal pale, fleshy form.
"Who do you think dumb ass? The mighty Morph and his friends Stuperman and Condom Lad!"
Morph hardened his skin into a diamond form again. They couldn't all be real, right? It was all a matter of finding the real one. Maybe this diamond form could disrupt some of his light-based illusions? If this guy wanted to get ruffed up it was okay with him. Morph didn't appreciate having a Spidey Bot attack him at all.
"So, that's how you want it big boy- er, boys?! Fine with me!" Morph lunged at the group of Mysterios. He only hoped that Stupes and Condom Lad followed.
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