"One Universe" RPG thread.

[Watchman]

CNN Headquaters, Metropolis. A group now known as the Brotherhood of Mutants gather outside the backdoor. Magneto brings his arms out and rips the doors off. Two security guards rush forword but are stopped by a very obese man. Magneto signals for them to continue on and the rest storm the studio.

"And now onto...What the who the hell" says a anchorman. His chair is thrown across the room as the cameras turn toward Magneto.

"Cut the cameras off" somebody shouts from above. A piece of metal wraps around him and the chair. He floats toward Magneto until he is right in front of him.

"It would be wise, human, to keep the cameras on" the man nodded and the chair fell to the ground. Magneto turned back to the camera it was time for him to make his presence known to his world.

"Humans of the United States I am Magneto and I am a mutant. My kind has been oppressed by your kind for far too long. It is time for the oppression to end; for the age of humans to end and the age of mutants to begin. For years your scientists have talked about the theory of evolution but we are evolution. We are the next step in the evolution chain and the rightful inheritors of this Earth. My demands are simple I want the President of United States to publicly admit that we are the inheritors of the Earth and that the era of humans are over. Also I want him to recognize me as the rightful ruler of the country of Genosha, a country with even more mutant hatred then this one. If my demands are not made the consequences will be on a level never seen before." Suddenly the cameras go off as the fly backwards breaking against the wall. Magento turns around to the rest of the Brotherhood.

"Now we must take are leave" the headed out the same way they came in and the doors where placed back where the were ripped off. Your move Charles.

 

[Midnight Ice]

Deadpool scorched body crawled out from the wreckage of the Limousine, his costume and in tatters. Exhausted he rested amongst a stack of crates waiting for his bones to fall back into place.

How did one of the world’s most deadly assassins come to this? Almost dying at the hand’s of some old fossil. He was Deadpool; the “merc with a mouth” he had literally laughed in the face of death, twice. He wasn’t about to be killed by a guy who’s been frozen so long he’s missed, Happy days, 80’s porn and Star Wars.

Deadpool’s hand found a part of the limo’s bumper, still radiating an orange glow. A smile found a way through Wade’s frayed mask. He hurled the bummer empaling Cap’’s leg and then marched over with a wide grin across his face. He kicked Cap to the floor then held him down, with his leg on his windpipe.

“How’s uncle Sam now!”

Ahhhhhh, that burns. Have to get Deadpool off of me. I reach to my belt and pull the trigger on my machine gun, sending a dozen or so rounds into the merc. I am able to roll out from under him and pull the bumber from my leg. Good, it didn't go too far in and it was so hot from the explosion that it pretty much killed any possible infection.

"Uncle Sam gives his regards."

I pull out my shield and connect it right with Deadpool's face.

 

[Electro UK]

Stronger than I even gave him credit.......I must focus on the training.......focus on the way of the order......focus on The System!

"You are a demon of trickery then? You mean to confuse me.....you will not succed. I have been sent by The Order to destroy all who oppose the will of God! You are a horid despicable demon with no idea of the power of light! My fire shall cleans this world of you, and your bretheran! You will all fall to my blade!"

I strike out at him with a false movement, the moment he begins to dodge I kick him hard in the chest, knowing his weapon from his hand......He attempts to get up but as he does i strike at him, he deflect the blow but I manage to nick his chest. As he stand a small flame still burn on him.

"You will not survive this day! By the Order of Dumas I will strike you down!"

I jump into the air, close to 100 feet and land swiftly with a downward stroke of my sword.....Be doges again.......There must be some trick, some weakness I am meant to exploit....but what.....God has not yet told me........

"Do not feel to amazed by your resilancy......you will die soon enough DEMON!"

God damnit it hurts. I have to keep fighting though... I can't sit here and whine. I flip backwards and dodge impact. "Demon? Will of god? You think because I put on a Devil out fit I'm some sort of demon. Do you have any idea what I do? I fight crime... I fight sin, heck, I'm catholic for crying out loud."

Sending my club round his feet, I tip him over. My little speech probably won't help... this guy's a nut with a flame sword... I need to deal with him quickly.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

(IC: Clark Kent)



...Good answer. Though, if it came to a point of nessacary caution, I'd be fully prepared to defend the Castle. Provided I'm attending... Which I still need to think about.

I raise an eyebrow at the question he gives us. I honestly don't know if there will be any kind of mutant prejudice among the heroes. Personally speaking, I have no problems with them. They're living creatures, and as long as they use their powers for the best of intentions, there should be no reason why they can't live among us. I'm an alien from another world... I should understand this better than most.

"While I don't know how the other heroes, such as Spider-Man or The Flash would feel about the subject, Superman doesn't strike me as that type. I interviewed him, once. He's about as earnest and noble as they come."

I look at Lois. Why is it that every time she compliments me, out of all people, I begin to feel better about all of what I'm doing?

I look back at Doom.

"Truth be told, Lord Doom... I very much doubt the superpowered hero population would be prejudiced against any mutants attending. They have a damaged reputation as it is... I don't think any of them would want to be seen as hypocrites."

I adjust my glasses, realising I should stop right there, before I accidentally let something slip.

"But, like Ms. Lane, I don't know for sure. There's... really no telling, with them. Alot of them aren't nessacarily public with their affairs. Which leads me to another question, If I may..."

I think of heroes I've witnessed. The Batman and Green Arrow particularly come to mind, with this one...

"How are you going to convince those who don't nesscarily act publically that your gala is an event they should attend?"

"I will not force anyone to attend, if that is your meaning Mr. Kent. I realize that there are several less than public heroes, and to them I would say that there is little reason for that sort of behavior. They are heroes, the same as Superman. I would hope that this event provides them the oppurtunity to meet like-minded indiviuals."

 

[Logan Howlett]

The Mystery Man


He retrives his weapon and uses it to trip me. I unsnare myself from its grasp and return to my feet.

"Hahahahahahaha! You expect me to belive that you are of the holy church? That your apearance is but a costume? No Catholic would commit such sacralige! You desguise yourself as Satan to fight criminals? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A holy man does not need such foolish antics, he simply makes his case clear, and fights in the name of God! Do not try to fool me with your lies demon!"

I flip into the air landing behind him, and kicking him in the back. Hurl my sword into the ground next to me. i begin to walk slowly, pacing around him.

"You seem confused demon, what is wrong? Have you never been faced with an angelic presence before? Now that the lords fury has come for you what do you have to say?.......SPEAK!"

The demon is slient at first, but his attention is fixed.......but not on me.....on the sword...., perhaps he is by nature atracted to flame, perhaps he means to take it and use it against me, whatevr his purpose.....he will fail!

 

[Red]

"Holy ****!"



"Holy ****ing ****!" I want to say more, I want to do more. But I can't. I can't even think. Even when this guy pulls on Xavier's arm, I just let me brother fall to him. I can't think because this guy just rode his motorcycle, a motorcycle on fire no less, through the back wall of the room. Oh, and did I mention the little thing? No? Well...HIS HEAD IS A FLAMING SKULL!!!



"...**** YOU!!!" I swing my arm and punch him right in the chest. He goes flying back into a somekind of power supply and the thing explodes around him.

"I ain't afraid of no guy with a flaming skull."

Ghost Rider pulled himself up. He was winded, but not hurt enough to back down, not that the Rider ever would. He would answer his calling to Mephisto, to vegance if he was on the brink of death.

He shot out a steel chain from his palm and lassoed the Juggernauts fist. The brute would not escape his judgment, from the Rider.

 

[wiegeabo]

Ghost Rider pulled himself up. He was winded, but not hurt enough to back down, not that the Rider ever would. He would answer his calling to Mephisto, to vegance if he was on the brink of death.

He shot out a steel chain from his palm and lassoed the Juggernauts fist. The brute would not escape his judgment, from the Rider.

Time to take stock of the situaton. Xavier's safely out of my grasp. Some of the X-Men have arrived, and the one I had been fighting still has some of my power. Another mutant I've never seen before is in the group and just turned to metal. And the new flamer just got up from one of my punches and wrapped a chain around my wrist. A chain!

"Let me get this straight. You've got a pretty sweet chopper, some decent special effects, and the only weapon you've got is a chain? A freakin' chain?!?"

I yank on the chain, and the guy doesn't budge. "Nice trick. Let's try that again." I yank with both hands, pulling him into the air, spinning him, and smashing him into the new metal guy. I wipe my hands together. "That takes care of two." I look at the rest.

"Bring it."

 

[Trigger]

"Oh it's already been broughten!" VIctor cried as he charged at Cain.

As his hands began to glow with the familiar blue energy, Victor quietly wondered if he had really said that aloud. He watched as the Flaming Man got thrown against Colossuss, but that didn't scare him off. The school, the professor, everybody needed his help right now. If he was going to hang with the big boys, he was going to have to learn to be ready for anything.

"Take this!" he screamed as he unleashed another blast of electromagnetic energy.

 

[Keyser Soze]

And in that sky, General Zod hovered just above where the roof of the Sears Tower had been. One of the local news helicopters had been broadcasting the devastation, and the Kryptonian flew to it.

His face was solemn and grim, his voice unwavering as he addressed the world via television broadcast.

"People of America, and to the whole of Earth, hear me. If you had not recognized me before, you will know me now and forevermore. I am General Dru-Zod, ruler of Pokolistan on Earth and commander-in-chief of the Grand Army of Krypton. I come here on a mission of retribution, not just for your country's attack on the Pokolistani army, but for what your country's great savior has done to my world.

"The one you call "Superman" is in reality Kal-El, a member of a dangerous and radical family on Krypton. The subversion of the House of El against the Kryptonian race has led to havoc and chaos on the Mother World, bordering on civil war. I have come to Earth so that the last Son of Jor-El may face his judgement.

"You have seen what I have done to the Russian army, and now you see what I have done here. Until Kal-El either presents himself before me or is brought to justice by your own authorities, I will attack one American city every day.

"I have much blood on my hands, yes, but remember this: only one more has to die for this to end."

General Zod then let loose a blast from his heat vision, rupturing the helicopter's gas tank. The chopper erupted into a bright orange fireball, and the wreckage rained down onto the tower's ruins as Zod sped away.

Now, the Rogue Son of Krypton hoped he could make it back to Latveria before Von Doom noticed he was gone.

It was done. General Zod had shaken America to its core. Back in his office at Lexcorp, Lex Luthor silently watched the chaos unfold on the live news broadcast playing on his giant television screen.

Was this what he wanted?

Thousands of innocent people murdered, and Luthor had given Zod his blessing to do it. This was terrible, tragic, but these deaths were mere collateral damage. By overseeing the deaths of thousands, Luthor was going to save the lives of millions, billions, the entire world! You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.

Luthor didn't even need to call another press conference. He knew that all across the Unites States, the American people were turning against Superman. They would blame him for this massacre. They would finally see things his way. And at the live debate later tonight, Luthor would cement the alien's status as a monster.

But the news broadcast then switched to another breaking story that intrigued him:

CNN Headquaters, Metropolis. A group now known as the Brotherhood of Mutants gather outside the backdoor. Magneto brings his arms out and rips the doors off. Two security guards rush forword but are stopped by a very obese man. Magneto signals for them to continue on and the rest storm the studio.

"And now onto...What the who the hell" says a anchorman. His chair is thrown across the room as the cameras turn toward Magneto.

"Cut the cameras off" somebody shouts from above. A piece of metal wraps around him and the chair. He floats toward Magneto until he is right in front of him.

"It would be wise, human, to keep the cameras on" the man nodded and the chair fell to the ground. Magneto turned back to the camera it was time for him to make his presence known to his world.

"Humans of the United States I am Magneto and I am a mutant. My kind has been oppressed by your kind for far too long. It is time for the oppression to end; for the age of humans to end and the age of mutants to begin. For years your scientists have talked about the theory of evolution but we are evolution. We are the next step in the evolution chain and the rightful inheritors of this Earth. My demands are simple I want the President of United States to publicly admit that we are the inheritors of the Earth and that the era of humans are over. Also I want him to recognize me as the rightful ruler of the country of Genosha, a country with even more mutant hatred then this one. If my demands are not made the consequences will be on a level never seen before." Suddenly the cameras go off as the fly backwards breaking against the wall. Magento turns around to the rest of the Brotherhood.

"Now we must take are leave" the headed out the same way they came in and the doors where placed back where the were ripped off. Your move Charles.

Magneto. A mutant terrorist who wanted to conquer mankind? Perfect. Just perfect. With Superman's fate now sealed, Luthor would be able to use this mutant to turn the planet against all metahumans.

All things considered, everything was going very well...

 

[Electro UK]

The Mystery Man


He retrives his weapon and uses it to trip me. I unsnare myself from its grasp and return to my feet.

"Hahahahahahaha! You expect me to belive that you are of the holy church? That your apearance is but a costume? No Catholic would commit such sacralige! You desguise yourself as Satan to fight criminals? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A holy man does not need such foolish antics, he simply makes his case clear, and fights in the name of God! Do not try to fool me with your lies demon!"

I flip into the air landing behind him, and kicking him in the back. Hurl my sword into the ground next to me. i begin to walk slowly, pacing around him.

"You seem confused demon, what is wrong? Have you never been faced with an angelic presence before? Now that the lords fury has come for you what do you have to say?.......SPEAK!"

The demon is slient at first, but his attention is fixed.......but not on me.....on the sword...., perhaps he is by nature atracted to flame, perhaps he means to take it and use it against me, whatevr his purpose.....he will fail!

The sword... maybe I can grab it... just gotta distract him. I launch my club behind him, it rebounds off of a wall and into the back of his head as I dive for the sword, picking it up and whirling it round my head. this guys obviously not one of the listening type... whatever happened to Bullseye? At least he's not some pshyco... in a different sense of the word I guess.

"Can you please be giving up now?" I ask, poiting the sword towards him... am I dead yet?

 

[Red]

Ahhhhhh, that burns. Have to get Deadpool off of me. I reach to my belt and pull the trigger on my machine gun, sending a dozen or so rounds into the merc. I am able to roll out from under him and pull the bumber from my leg. Good, it didn't go too far in and it was so hot from the explosion that it pretty much killed any possible infection.

"Uncle Sam gives his regards."

I pull out my shield and connect it right with Deadpool's face.

He shot me…bastard.

I lung forward forcing him to the ground, we trade punches as we roll across the floor inching closer to the water with every blow.

I guess this is what you would call the final battle; good verses evil, evil verses good, good vers….wait done that.

 

[Midnight Ice]

He shot me…bastard.

I lung forward forcing him to the ground, we trade punches as we roll across the floor inching closer to the water with every blow.

I guess this is what you would call the final battle; good verses evil, evil verses good, good vers….wait done that.

Getting close to the water....gotta use this to my advantage.

We continue to trade punches, and if I didn't know any better, I swear that Deadpool also bit me.

"Thats not fair, I don't think you've had all yor shots."

We tumble into the water. I hope this doesn't turn out to be a bad idea.

 

[Red]

Getting close to the water....gotta use this to my advantage.

We continue to trade punches, and if I didn't know any better, I swear that Deadpool also bit me.

"Thats not fair, I don't think you've had all yor shots."

We tumble into the water. I hope this doesn't turn out to be a bad idea.

"What’s a rabies bite between friends?"

I drive his head underwater, and keep it down as long as I can.

"Ya know you’ve been a worth opponent and all, if you weren't about to die. I add you to my rogue’s gallery...that is if I had one.”

He can’t hear my taunts through the water, but I it’s still just as fun to say.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Clark Kent)

"I will not force anyone to attend, if that is your meaning Mr. Kent. I realize that there are several less than public heroes, and to them I would say that there is little reason for that sort of behavior. They are heroes, the same as Superman. I would hope that this event provides them the oppurtunity to meet like-minded indiviuals."

He raises an interesting point. An opprotunity, such as this... It makes me wonder why anyone wouldn't want to attend. I could understand someone like Batman, maybe... He never really took part in anything outside of the Hulk incident, or affairs in Gotham City.

Everyone else, however, seems to have done much more... particularly with the Invasion. Gathering together like that wouldn't nessacarily be a bad thing. If anything, we could all learn from other's... Maybe come to an understanding as to why each of us individually do what we do.

And it would be nice to get praise, when all we've got in recent times is backlash and criticism. I don't think any of them really deserve that.

Lois writes all of it down. Every word, every sentance. So do I... But faster, unknown to her or Doom. Part of the reason I got this job was due to my speed in handwriting and typing skills...

"We'll be sure to send the message in all possible ways we can, Lord Doom. Moving onto Latveria... How do you plan to strengthen the relations between your goverment and others, such as America's? Do you even have plans to do that at all?"

 

[wiegeabo]

"Oh it's already been broughten!" VIctor cried as he charged at Cain.

As his hands began to glow with the familiar blue energy, Victor quietly wondered if he had really said that aloud. He watched as the Flaming Man got thrown against Colossuss, but that didn't scare him off. The school, the professor, everybody needed his help right now. If he was going to hang with the big boys, he was going to have to learn to be ready for anything.

"Take this!" he screamed as he unleashed another blast of electromagnetic energy.

Blue energy hits me, again! This kid is getting really annoying. "When the hell you gonna learn kid, you ain't got nothing that can stop me!" I run up to him, pulling my fist back, ready to make this kid a smeer on the wall. That's when I'm hit from the side with a loud metallic clang. I hit the floor, slide, and smash up against the wall. "What the hell?"

"You leave now...or I finish hurting you...make you leave."

I stand up, and square off against metalhead. "Sorry, didn't catch that. Is that English your tryin' to speak, or are you recruiting for the Nazis?"

"I am not German...I am Russian! You brainless cow."

"Oh, sorry about that, you mistook me for someone who gave a flyin' ****." I run into to him and we lock hands. He pushes against, but I keep moving forward. Got to admit though, this guy is strong. We keep inching forward, until metalman twists his body. Next thing I know I'm in the air, off my feet, and he's slamming me against the ground.

"Got some skills, huh?" While I'm laying there, I grab him by the waist, and throw him up against the ceiling. He crashes into it and falls into my waiting kick. It sends him across the room. I stand up.

"Next!" I shout at the group.

 

[Logan Howlett]

Blue energy hits me, again! This kid is getting really annoying. "When the hell you gonna learn kid, you ain't got nothing that can stop me!" I run up to him, pulling my fist back, ready to make this kid a smeer on the wall. That's when I'm hit from the side with a loud metallic clang. I hit the floor, slide, and smash up against the wall. "What the hell?"

"You leave now...or I finish hurting you...make you leave."

I stand up, and square off against metalhead. "Sorry, didn't catch that. Is that English your tryin' to speak, or are you recruiting for the Nazis?"

"I am not German...I am Russian! You brainless cow."

"Oh, sorry about that, you mistook me for someone who gave a flyin' ****." I run into to him and we lock hands. He pushes against, but I keep moving forward. Got to admit though, this guy is strong. We keep inching forward, until metalman twists his body. Next thing I know I'm in the air, off my feet, and he's slamming me against the ground.

"Got some skills, huh?" While I'm laying there, I grab him by the waist, and throw him up against the ceiling. He crashes into it and falls into my waiting kick. It sends him across the room. I stand up.

"Next!" I shout at the group.

WOW! In all of five minutes Juggs has tossed that flamin skull into the metalic rusky, the flamer fought back and got smacked again, and then the tin man pounded on Juggs, ALMOST WOOPED HIM! But the Marko tossed him into the cealing and kicked him in the face! I look at the skull biker, if it was anyone else I'd day he was done for, but this guy just keeps on comin! fer some reason I don't think he's here to hurt us, just Cain, but I do smell an awful amount of death on him! Need to be carefull, but if he can help......I aint gona deny it!

"HE SKULlY! If yur here to woop up on helmet head, then count me as a friend! But if you hurt these kids, I'll personaly send ya back to whatever hell you crawled out of!"

Before he can respond the rusky starts pickin himself up. He dusts of shirt, and looks Juggs square in the eye and says,

"You make big mistake fat man! I am not so easily defeated.....I AM COLOSSUS! I AM UNBREAKABLE! But you.....you are must wear metal to protect you, I AM METAL!"

Then, faster than you can say big russian baseball player, Colossus, as he called himself, takes one hell of a swing at jugernauts head, nacking the helmet clean off, and denting the front of it!.....Unfortunatly for us it seems the impact of the blow knocked Xavier free.....and into a wall. Now he's unconsious, and in no way able to put a Vulcan mind meld on his dear ol' step brother. This should be fun!

"Good goin rusky! Ya knocked off the one thing protecting him from the proffesor, but the ya kocked out the prof himself!.....This day sucks!......I need a beer.....and a stogie...."

"I opologise my short hairy friend, as I have said I am not controling myself well......this power is new to me.....ZALAPNUL!....But do not worry, the fat red one will not me concious himself very long...."

 

[Logan Howlett]

The sword... maybe I can grab it... just gotta distract him. I launch my club behind him, it rebounds off of a wall and into the back of his head as I dive for the sword, picking it up and whirling it round my head. this guys obviously not one of the listening type... whatever happened to Bullseye? At least he's not some pshyco... in a different sense of the word I guess.

"Can you please be giving up now?" I ask, poiting the sword towards him... am I dead yet?

The Mystery Man

"Its is amusing.....that you think you have beaten me by taking one of my weapons......"

I extend a hand as flames shoot from my wrists, he somehow senses them and dodges before they can fully engulf him.....his face however is left slightly balckened........His perception seems to be his skill, somehow it is enhanced, somehow he senses things faster than one normaly would, demon or not, I must prey on that. I extend an arm firing a small shuriken at his face, easily he dodges, but from the other hand I shot one aimed in the direction he was most likely to move. It embeds itself in his right leg, he screams in pain droping the flaming sword. I pounce from the ground into the air, landing on top of him. I usedevery bit of my reflex and power to insure I would be to fast for him to counteract, The System has made me strong, God's gift is instilled in me. I look down at the pathetic demon and say,

"How is it that you poses such atributes? You could not be one of the original fallen, because surely you would either be dead or you would not have forgotten the Angel of Death! So tell me, has Lucifer been manipulating his spawn? SPEAK!"

 

[wiegeabo]

"You make big mistake fat man! I am not so easily defeated.....I AM COLOSSUS! I AM UNBREAKABLE! But you.....you are must wear metal to protect you, I AM METAL!"

Then, faster than you can say big russian baseball player, Colossus, as he called himself, takes one hell of a swing at jugernauts head, nacking the helmet clean off, and denting the front of it!.....Unfortunatly for us it seems the impact of the blow knocked Xavier free.....and into a wall. Now he's unconsious, and in no way able to put a Vulcan mind meld on his dear ol' step brother. This should be fun!

"Good goin rusky! Ya knocked off the one thing protecting him from the proffesor, but the ya kocked out the prof himself!.....This day sucks!......I need a beer.....and a stogie...."

"I opologise my short hairy friend, as I have said I am not controling myself well......this power is new to me.....ZALAPNUL!....But do not worry, the fat red one will not me concious himself very long...."

Guys got a punch. But I can't help but laugh. They finally get my helmet off, and the damn thing hits Charles and takes him out of the fight. "Nice one tin man." I grab him by the head, lift him in the air, and slam his back over my knee. The cracking sound is horrible. I drop him on the ground, but the bastard starts getting back up.

So I grab him from behind with one arm, holding him around the chest and squeezing hard, lifting him into the air. With my other hand, I grab his head. "You're metal huh? I wonder if it's just your skin that's metal, or if it goes all the way in. Let's found out." I start to pull on his head.

And the bastard does something I hadn't counted on. He kicks both legs up in the air infront of him, then drives them back behind him, slamming his heels into my groin. I drop him 'cause, I don't care who you are, a guy with a similar power level hits you there, it ****in' hurts.

I stagger back a few steps. I even think Cyttorak felt that one since it takes him a few seconds to hit me with some more juice. But finally, he kick starts me with some more power, and the pain goes away.

"That's it metalhead!" I say when my voice returns. "I'm rippin' yours off!" I rush at him.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

(IC: Clark Kent)



He raises an interesting point. An opprotunity, such as this... It makes me wonder why anyone wouldn't want to attend. I could understand someone like Batman, maybe... He never really took part in anything outside of the Hulk incident, or affairs in Gotham City.

Everyone else, however, seems to have done much more... particularly with the Invasion. Gathering together like that wouldn't nessacarily be a bad thing. If anything, we could all learn from other's... Maybe come to an understanding as to why each of us individually do what we do.

And it would be nice to get praise, when all we've got in recent times is backlash and criticism. I don't think any of them really deserve that.

Lois writes all of it down. Every word, every sentance. So do I... But faster, unknown to her or Doom. Part of the reason I got this job was due to my speed in handwriting and typing skills...

"We'll be sure to send the message in all possible ways we can, Lord Doom. Moving onto Latveria... How do you plan to strengthen the relations between your goverment and others, such as America's? Do you even have plans to do that at all?"

A tricky question.

"As you may or may not be aware of, several western powers had a vested interest in keeping Zorba in power. The atrocities he committed amongst his people were not widely known outside of Latveria. Among this group of imperialistic powers I am afraid I must include the United States. The first President Bush, as well as his predecessor Ronald Reagan, saw in Latveria a gateway against Communist Russia and the Orient. To that end, Zorba was given much aid. Aid that he squandered in killing his own people. We of Latveria have very good memories, Ms. Lane. There is not a family in my country that has not felt the wrath of the previous ruler. It will take some time for many of these powers to atone for the crimes committed against my people. To those nations who were not aiding Zorba, I have begun nego-"

Just then, Boris entered the room, the hinges on the oaken doors creaking loudly. There was a spark of anger in Doom's eyes, though it quickly faded. "I hope you have a very good reason for interrupting this interview, Boris."
"I apologize most profusely, Lord Doom," said the old man. His voice was cracked and gravelly, a sign of his great age. "However, there is some disruption in the United States."
"Disruption? What do you mean, Boris? Speak plainly."
"I am afraid that I cannot do it justice, my Lord. The computers recorded the incident, and I filed it as video recording M-2, my Lord."

Doom waved his hand, and a massive, flatscreen television descended from the ceiling. "Computer, playback video file M-2 immediately."

An image of a man in a strange red helmet appeared. His eyebrows were white, and his eyes spoke of great sadness and anger.

"Humans of the United States I am Magneto and I am a mutant. My kind has been oppressed by your kind for far too long. It is time for the oppression to end; for the age of humans to end and the age of mutants to begin. For years your scientists have talked about the theory of evolution but we are evolution. We are the next step in the evolution chain and the rightful inheritors of this Earth. My demands are simple I want the President of United States to publicly admit that we are the inheritors of the Earth and that the era of humans are over. Also I want him to recognize me as the rightful ruler of the country of Genosha, a country with even more mutant hatred then this one. If my demands are not made the consequences will be on a level never seen before."

The video cut out suddenly, leaving the creen a cold black.
"That is the end of the message, Lord Doom."
Doom waved his hand, dismissing Boris who then bowed respectfully towards the reporters and left.

"Most worrisome," said Doom, letting concern seep into his voice. "A superpowered terrorist. I'm afraid this interview must end, Ms. Lane, Mr. Kent. A situation this dire requires my immediate and full attention. Thank you for coming, and you will find a personal jet on the airstrip outside of the castle. It will take you back to Metropolis."

 

[Midnight Ice]

"What’s a rabies bite between friends?"

I drive his head underwater, and keep it down as long as I can.

"Ya know you’ve been a worth opponent and all, if you weren't about to die. I add you to my rogue’s gallery...that is if I had one.”

He can’t hear my taunts through the water, but I it’s still just as fun to say.

Ok, bad idea. I need some air. Only one thing to do. I grab my shield and thrust it striaght into Deadpool's "man area". I am able to get my head out of the water to breathe.

"Lets see how long it takes for those to heal."

I punch him in the face and hold him underwater.

 

[Red]

Ok, bad idea. I need some air. Only one thing to do. I grab my shield and thrust it striaght into Deadpool's "man area". I am able to get my head out of the water to breathe.

"Lets see how long it takes for those to heal."

I punch him in the face and hold him underwater.

“Ouch!!!!!!” Cap only sees bubbles rise to the surface as I bellow in agony.

I force his hands off me, biting one in the process. As he reels from the pain I resurface and pound away at his face.

“Oh dude, not cool. I thought you heroes had an unspoken rule ya know; don’t attack each other’s little soldiers. You certainly ain’t gonna get that merit badge now bucko!”

 

[Electro UK]

The Mystery Man

"Its is amusing.....that you think you have beaten me by taking one of my weapons......"

I extend a hand as flames shoot from my wrists, he somehow senses them and dodges before they can fully engulf him.....his face however is left slightly balckened........His perception seems to be his skill, somehow it is enhanced, somehow he senses things faster than one normaly would, demon or not, I must prey on that. I extend an arm firing a small shuriken at his face, easily he dodges, but from the other hand I shot one aimed in the direction he was most likely to move. It embeds itself in his right leg, he screams in pain droping the flaming sword. I pounce from the ground into the air, landing on top of him. I usedevery bit of my reflex and power to insure I would be to fast for him to counteract, The System has made me strong, God's gift is instilled in me. I look down at the pathetic demon and say,

"How is it that you poses such atributes? You could not be one of the original fallen, because surely you would either be dead or you would not have forgotten the Angel of Death! So tell me, has Lucifer been manipulating his spawn? SPEAK!"

Stay awak Matt... this guy isn't gonna hesitate to have my head if I black out... I wish I knew what he was going on about... the pain's too great for me to pay attention to him, not that I'd get what he was on about anyway.

"You're... one heck of a nut case." I say, using my one good leg to kick him off of me. Right... gotta stay focused, fight through the pain. I grab the weapon and start toheave it out, screaming all the time. Hurts... so... much...

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, getting up. "I'm not some kind of demon... I'm just a normal man." But I'm not normal... am I going to have to show him my face for him to believe me... its my best shot to get him to lay off...

Slowly, I grab my mask and remove it. He can see my cold, dead eyes. "There you are, I'm a blind man... the perfect weapon against Christ? I think not."

 

[Logan Howlett]

Stay awak Matt... this guy isn't gonna hesitate to have my head if I black out... I wish I knew what he was going on about... the pain's too great for me to pay attention to him, not that I'd get what he was on about anyway.

"You're... one heck of a nut case." I say, using my one good leg to kick him off of me. Right... gotta stay focused, fight through the pain. I grab the weapon and start toheave it out, screaming all the time. Hurts... so... much...

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, getting up. "I'm not some kind of demon... I'm just a normal man." But I'm not normal... am I going to have to show him my face for him to believe me... its my best shot to get him to lay off...

Slowly, I grab my mask and remove it. He can see my cold, dead eyes. "There you are, I'm a blind man... the perfect weapon against Christ? I think not."

The Mystery Man


The demon continues his rant, trying my patience with his tricks. I look on, preparing to deliver a killing stroke, he is weak it shall be most easily acomplished. Then he does something unexpected.....he begins pulling off his own flesh! I look on in disgust, preparing even more to sricke his evil down.........but as I look on.......I see....a human face.... How could this be? is this another trick? No....I look on at him and see the face of a man.....a man with blinded eyes......But what could this mean? Was I decieved, did I make a mistake? NO! How could I....mine is a message delivered from god.....from St. Dumas directly to my ears. That demons roam these streets.........to kill them. I look at him, continuing to study his features. His eyes are scared and blistered, he appears as nothing more than a weakened, frail man......but how does he poses skill enough to evade the Angel of Death?" He then speaks to me,

"There you are, I'm a blind man... the perfect weapon against Christ? I think not."

"How is this possible? Is this another demon deception?......If you truely are but a blinded human man, explain how you are able to fair so well against an Angel of God? How are you able to sense my oncoming attacks?........What are you?"

 

[Red]

Guys got a punch. But I can't help but laugh. They finally get my helmet off, and the damn thing hits Charles and takes him out of the fight. "Nice one tin man." I grab him by the head, lift him in the air, and slam his back over my knee. The cracking sound is horrible. I drop him on the ground, but the bastard starts getting back up.

So I grab him from behind with one arm, holding him around the chest and squeezing hard, lifting him into the air. With my other hand, I grab his head. "You're metal huh? I wonder if it's just your skin that's metal, or if it goes all the way in. Let's found out." I start to pull on his head.

And the bastard does something I hadn't counted on. He kicks both legs up in the air infront of him, then drives them back behind him, slamming his heels into my groin. I drop him 'cause, I don't care who you are, a guy with a similar power level hits you there, it ****in' hurts.

I stagger back a few steps. I even think Cyttorak felt that one since it takes him a few seconds to hit me with some more juice. But finally, he kick starts me with some more power, and the pain goes away.

"That's it metalhead!" I say when my voice returns. "I'm rippin' yours off!" I rush at him.

Ghost Rider pulled himself up once again. Brute force would not be enough to serve retribution for Juggernauts crimes. The rider formed a hellfire chain and encircled the beast, in the hopes of stopping him or at the least halting him for a moment.

Caged like a beast in the Rider's chains Juggernaut struggled to release himself. Ghost Rider didn't have much time; he had to end this now.

He rode forward, his cycle's wheels burning the very ground in which they passed over. At the last second as he approached Cain the Rider leapt forward, grasping onto his shoulders. He crawled down his body till their eyes meet.

"Look upon the pain and suffering you have caused. The lives you have destroyed. And know their eternal pain!"

 

[Batman]

(IC: Clark Kent)

A tricky question.

"As you may or may not be aware of, several western powers had a vested interest in keeping Zorba in power. The atrocities he committed amongst his people were not widely known outside of Latveria. Among this group of imperialistic powers I am afraid I must include the United States. The first President Bush, as well as his predecessor Ronald Reagan, saw in Latveria a gateway against Communist Russia and the Orient. To that end, Zorba was given much aid. Aid that he squandered in killing his own people. We of Latveria have very good memories, Ms. Lane. There is not a family in my country that has not felt the wrath of the previous ruler. It will take some time for many of these powers to atone for the crimes committed against my people. To those nations who were not aiding Zorba, I have begun nego-"

Just as I write down all of it, I can hear the footsteps of one of Doom's servants outside the door. I doubt, very highly, that he'd want to be disturbed during the interview, so it must be of some importance.

Oh no... Is Zod creating some kind of disturbance? Or Luthor...

I ready myself. If I have to make a quick exit, I'll have to time this right...

Just then, Boris entered the room, the hinges on the oaken doors creaking loudly. There was a spark of anger in Doom's eyes, though it quickly faded.

"I hope you have a very good reason for interrupting this interview, Boris."
"I apologize most profusely, Lord Doom," said the old man. His voice was cracked and gravelly, a sign of his great age. "However, there is some disruption in the United States."
"Disruption? What do you mean, Boris? Speak plainly."
"I am afraid that I cannot do it justice, my Lord. The computers recorded the incident, and I filed it as video recording M-2, my Lord."

Doom waved his hand, and a massive, flatscreen television descended from the ceiling. "Computer, playback video file M-2 immediately."

An image of a man in a strange red helmet appeared. His eyebrows were white, and his eyes spoke of great sadness and anger.

"Humans of the United States I am Magneto and I am a mutant. My kind has been oppressed by your kind for far too long. It is time for the oppression to end; for the age of humans to end and the age of mutants to begin. For years your scientists have talked about the theory of evolution but we are evolution. We are the next step in the evolution chain and the rightful inheritors of this Earth. My demands are simple I want the President of United States to publicly admit that we are the inheritors of the Earth and that the era of humans are over. Also I want him to recognize me as the rightful ruler of the country of Genosha, a country with even more mutant hatred then this one. If my demands are not made the consequences will be on a level never seen before."

The video cut out suddenly, leaving the creen a cold black.

...

Magneto? Another costumed madman bent on world domination, like Mysterio in New York? Is there an end to this?

I need to get back to the states. If Magneto is preparing some sort of attack in the chance that his demands aren't met, I need to make sure and stop it before it can put anyone in danger. He wants the mistreatment of mutant kind to stop. Maybe I can reason with him...

"That is the end of the message, Lord Doom."
Doom waved his hand, dismissing Boris who then bowed respectfully towards the reporters and left.

"Most worrisome," said Doom, letting concern seep into his voice. "A superpowered terrorist. I'm afraid this interview must end, Ms. Lane, Mr. Kent. A situation this dire requires my immediate and full attention. Thank you for coming, and you will find a personal jet on the airstrip outside of the castle. It will take you back to Metropolis."

...

Well, that was convieniant. Perfect, really. And here I feared I'd actually have to find my own way back to Metropolis...

Lois stands, and bows in respect.

"We understand. We're... well, used to this, lately.", She says, not particularly worried, it seems. ...Wait. There's a terrorist threat from a possibly deadly mutant and she's not worried?

I follow suite, bowing in respect.

"Um... Yes, what she said. Unfortunatley so."

"You really do have a lovely nation, Lord Doom. And thank you for the interview.", She says, as she's escorted out.

I give one last glance to him. The mask on his face seems to tell a story of pain and suffering. Why do I get the feeling it's but a cover up for something deeper rooted?

Stop it, Clark... Focus on the situation at hand. There's a terrorist threat, a potentially dangerous Kryptonian on the loose, and a billionaire challenging you to a highly televised debate. There's no room for accusations against the ruler of a nation who's been nothing but gracious to you...

Then, I leave, following Lois to the halls.

"Think we got enough?"

"It gets the point across. He even managed to send an invite out to the costumed heroes around the world. So, in a word, No. We didn't get enough."

"..."

"But there's something else you're interested in.", I say, with an eyebrow raised as we leave the Castle.

She smiles.

"You're learning, Smallville."

* * *

We near the Metropolis airport. Lois writes down a few more notes, as I go over mine.

...Well, pretending to go over. I can't really concentrate, with the current happenings. Magneto, Zod, Luthor, Even the benefit that Doom's throwing. It all leaves me a bit confused, and with numerous questions.

Why did I have to be put under question for trying to help? Luthor's persistant criticism of me is starting to make me realise the possibility of him being right. Am I really a danger to everyone else?

How did Zod come to Earth? Jor-El told me that I was the last survivor of my planet... How could another kryptonian even exist? Was it all a lie? Not that Jor-E-.... my father could've known everything about the destruction of my planet... But he seemed sure. And what does Zod want, here?

And Magneto raises even more questions. Have I inspired any of these? I was, possibly, the first to do this. My appearance could've possibly inspired others to come out with their powers, donned in costumes. But maybe I didn't just inspire heroes. Maybe I inspired madness, aswell... Which brings me back to the Luthor question. Is he right?

I'm so plagued with questions that I don't even realise it when we land. Lois looks at me.

"Something on your mind?"

I wish I could say. But... I can't. Not if I want to keep up this guise, and keep a low profile intact.

"Well, I mean... I... um... No, nothing really.", I say, fixing my glasses.

She stares at me for the longest time, with a blank face.

"... Interesting...", She says with a raised eyebrow, as we get out of the jet.

"Well, if you're done daydreaming about the cornfields in Kansas, or whatever you fantasise about, We need to get these notes to Perry before the big Superman Luthor debate."

I loosen my tie, pretending to be exhausted.

"Um... Lois, I know this may not be the best time... But... I... well, I really don't feel that great. Do you think you could give Perry my notes, along with yours?"

She looks at me for a minute. For a second, I don't think she believes me. Then, she sighs.

"Fine. But I'm not promising a shared bi-line."

I nod, and give her my notes, before walking off as we enter the airport. She looks at me again.

"Don't you want me to drive you home, first?"

"No thanks. I'll be fine. I'll... um... I'll fly by the office later.", I reply, walking away from her.

I can vaguely here her saying "You're a strange one, Kent", before I look around, see no one, and enter a storage closet. Maybe someday, she'll know why I'm always acting this... peculiar. But for now... I think it's time I got ready for a debate...