The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG Season III

[Feature]

MAX DILLON: ELECTRO
Season III - Part 22

Max Dillon spent the morning relaxing in his room. It was big. Really big. And luxurious. Huge bed. His own kitchen and living room. Panoramic window, complete with a breathtaking view of the strange jungle outside. This was what Max needed after all he'd gone through. A nice little vacation. It was much better than the abadoned mining tunnels Magneto's crew had been living in last time Max was with them.

In the bedroom closet, Max was surprised to find a black rubber suit, exactly like those he'd worn throughout his criminal career. He slipped it on and instantly felt more confident. He was Electro again.

Max took a walk through the compound and asked a few questions. Eventually, he was steered in the direction of the med labs. There, on a hospital bed, lay Dmitri Smerdyakov: The Chameleon. He was barely able to wake up as Max spoke to him.

"Hey man. How are you feeling?" Max asked awkwardly.

"Max... it's you?" Dmitri's speech was slurred. His beady eyes remained half closed as he spoke. His white, plastic-looking head was still bandaged in some places.

"Yeah. It's me. How are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm okay. I... I got... we were hurt."

"Yeah. You're tellin' me! I thought you were dead, man!"

"No... it's... a landmine. It was... I hurt..."

Max gazed upon Dmitri with sympathy.

"Do you remember what happened? Do you know where you were?"

"I... they took me. They... their guns... they took me when I was... sick. I was hurt and..."

Max reached out and took Dmitri's hand. He spoke soothing words of encouragement. At first, he'd come here to check on his friend. But now he felt that he might learn something more about Leland. Something more about what had befallen them.

"He asked me... you. He wanted you... we talked for... your powers. He... he wanted to know... did you heal?"

Max was confused.

"Wait... who asked you about me? Was it Leland? He wanted to know about my... my powers?"

Suddenly, Dmitri's face changed. It became Leland's face. He spoke in Leland's voice.

"Your powers... he wanted you to heal... he said... we couldn't be saved... we couldn't... because..."

"All soldiers: this is Avalanche! We have a Code Red! Project Pryor is loose in the Citadel! Bring her down alive and unharmed! Repeat! I want her in here now!"

The med lab exploded in panic as these words rang out over the P.A. system. Dmitri closed his eyes and dozed off, leaving Max without answers. He cursed under his breath and stalked out into the hallway, where he came face to face with Sabretooth.

​

"What's going on?" Max asked.

"We got ourselves a situation here..." Sabretooth growled.

"What?"

"Watch and learn, baldy."

At that moment, Madelyne Pryor came blazing around the corner, her slim form hovering amidst a cloud of flame. Sabretooth lunged at her, his claws out. Before he made contact, he was slammed to the floor by a thick column of flame. The tiles beneath him shattered. He lay there motionless.

Pryor turned her fiery gaze to Electro, studying him curiously. Behind her, a group of mutants carrying weapons poured into the hall. They yelled nervously to eachother as they aimed their guns.

Without thinking, Electro raised his hands and fired bolts of electricity into the back of Pryor's skull. He wasn't even sure if his powers had yet returned, but that mystery was quickly solved. The air was alive with the distinct crackle of electricity. The shell of fire dissapeared and Pryor fell to the floor, smoke pouring off her charred form. She mumbled sleepily.

Sabretooth picked himself up off the ground, rubbing his head. He looked at Max, at Pryor, then back at Max. Finally, he shook his head and walked off.

 

[Feature]

PIOTR RASPUTIN: COLOSSUS
Season III - Part 11

Mystique was free. Mystique was free and it was all Piotr's fault. He had come here to lend his teammates... his family... a hand. And now, because of him, Mystique was free. Maybe the X-Men were better off without him.

"Warren, Piotr, Ororo: you handle Longshot!"

No sooner do the words escape Scott's lips than Colossus is charging at his foe. Longshot runs down the hallway, topping things as he goes, trying to put obstancles between himself and his pursuers. It does not help the villain much. Anything Colossus cannot step around, he obliterates with one punch.

Finally, Longshot comes to a dead end. To his back are a pair of glass doors which lead out on to a balcony. In front of him are three angry X-Men who are ready to punish him for his actions.

"It's a long way down." Ororo says as she floats towards Longshot, her eyes glowing as lightning. Once out those doors, Longshot would be in her element.

Longshot looks around, hoping to see some sort of escape route. Colossus advances quickly.

"Want out? Here... let me help you!"

Colossus charges towards his enemy, hoping to ram the mutant through the doors and out on to the balcony. Longshot reaches out and grabs a nearby vase filled with decorative stones. He dashes the vase on the ground and the stones spill. Colossus tramples on them, halting his charge and putting him off balance. He spins around before finally falling through one of the nearby walls.

Longshot hops onto Colossus' chest and looks into his steel eyes.

"Thanks, mate! Don't know what I would've done without ya!"

Longshot darts into the newly opened room, a massive cafeteria, and weaves through the many tables. Storm and Angel give chase as Colossus picks himself up, his anger hot enough to melt his steel flesh.

 

[Venom160]

PIOTR RASPUTIN: COLOSSUS
Season III - Part 11

Mystique was free. Mystique was free and it was all Piotr's fault. He had come here to lend his teammates... his family... a hand. And now, because of him, Mystique was free. Maybe the X-Men were better off without him.

"Warren, Piotr, Ororo: you handle Longshot!"

No sooner do the words escape Scott's lips than Colossus is charging at his foe. Longshot runs down the hallway, topping things as he goes, trying to put obstancles between himself and his pursuers. It does not help the villain much. Anything Colossus cannot step around, he obliterates with one punch.

Finally, Longshot comes to a dead end. To his back are a pair of glass doors which lead out on to a balcony. In front of him are three angry X-Men who are ready to punish him for his actions.

"It's a long way down." Ororo says as she floats towards Longshot, her eyes glowing as lightning. Once out those doors, Longshot would be in her element.

Longshot looks around, hoping to see some sort of escape route. Colossus advances quickly.

"Want out? Here... let me help you!"

Colossus charges towards his enemy, hoping to ram the mutant through the doors and out on to the balcony. Longshot reaches out and grabs a nearby vase filled with decorative stones. He dashes the vase on the ground and the stones spill. Colossus tramples on them, halting his charge and putting him off balance. He spins around before finally falling through one of the nearby walls.

Longshot hops onto Colossus' chest and looks into his steel eyes.

"Thanks, mate! Don't know what I would've done without ya!"

Longshot darts into the newly opened room, a massive cafeteria, and weaves through the many tables. Storm and Angel give chase as Colossus picks himself up, his anger hot enough to melt his steel flesh.

I flap my wings harder to advance on Longshot. I look to my left and see Ororo swooping down to tackle him. Longshot, seeing her coming, jumped onto one of the many tables and proceeds to sumersault over her

"Oh come on you gotta do better than this!"

Seeing my chance and I push my wings harder and catch him in midair.

"How bout this!"

Using every ounce of my strength I fling Longshot through a window into the backyard.

"There Ro! Flash fry this f**ker!"

 

[Noon]

Dazzler

Cyclops and I stand shoulder to shoulder, facing off with the blue ***** once again. Despite being a stuck up ass, you can always count on Cyke in a scrap.

I hold up my claws toward her face.

"I think we all remember what happened last time you tried this, don't make me kick your ass again"

 

[Saved]

I remain alert as Scorpion remains quiet.

Why am I trusting this guy!? For all I know he could turn on me and kill Peter when we find him! But still my spider sense would be blaring right now if I was in danger and right now alls quiet.

After what feels like an eternity Scop finally lowers his tail.

"Team, you say? Yes...a team. I will join this, team for now until you lead me to him. And if you double cross me? There will be no remains for anyone to bury. Lets go. Now!"

I node my head.

"Right back at ya Scorpy, just keep the tail rays to yaself and we'll be cool. Hope you can keep up!"

I step off the building feeling the webline go tuant and carry me down the street.

Scorpion watches Tarantula fire webs from his wrists and take off into the night. The way Tarantula moves is so familiar, yet different. His extra limbs give him more grace and speed. Scorpion watches and sees how fast he moves. He knows keeping up might be difficult, but he must find the answers he seeks.

"I'll keep up six arms. Don't worry about that."

Scorpion jumps from the rooftop, and extends his arms. Synthetic fibers almost like web shoot out and latch onto the building. As he tries to gain control of his bulky body in free fall, he fires another line from his tail. Scorpion keeps pace, and eventually moves as fluenty as a machine. Right arm, left arm, tail then whip. He glides through the air, catching himself with each new line. He keeps close eye on Tarantula, making sure not to loose him. As Scorpion watches, he concentrates on his "web swing" and talks quietly to himself.

"Oh, I won't hurt Peter, no. I will rid the world of the demon clone, and only the true Peter Parker will be left. I can't kill myself now can I?"

Scorpion smiles, and continues his close pursuit.

 

[Byrd Man]

Blackheart stares at Johnny for a second. So he isn’t so stupid as he looks. Good. Blackheart takes a drink from the glass on the table. He sets it down, and responds.

“God doesn’t believe in me, why should I believe in him Mr. Blaze?” Blackheart lets out a sigh of relief. He knows it came out well, and he thinks of what to ask next.

“So, Johnny. Motorcycle stuntman? That’s sounds dangerous. I bet you work around a lot of fire. Probably seen a lot of speed demons and been around a lot of death, mmhh?” Blackheart smiles and stares at Johnny straight in the eyes. Your move, nephilim.

"Yessir, I do. I guess you being a tax collector and all that, you're used to taking a sould or two?"

Be careful, Blaze. This guy's having his fun now, but when he gets bored that's when he wigs out on us and your family.

You got any idea who he is, Zarathos?

I'm working on it. Keep him distracted for a few minutes. Try to get him out the house before you blast his ass.

Johnny puts down his fork and stares across the table at Heretic.

"Care to step outside and see my bike?"

 

[Batman]

"RAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!"

He had tried to be reasonable. He had tried to talk it out with them. But they didn't understand. They just didn't understand. And worse off, they had made a grave mistake. They had made Doctor Bruce Banner angry. And soon they would learn, better than most... they wouldn't like him when he's angry.

The monstrous Hulk rose from the very ground Banner stood on, when he had tried to make a collect call to Betty Ross, his ex-girlfriend and the only one he had come to trust, these days. But when he had made the call, he encountered a troop of scouring SHIELD agents who had been searching for Banner with a kill order. Needless to say, the situation didn't get better, as the troops immediately opened fire on the fleeing Banner, triggering his enragement. And unleashing the Hulk.

"Please! Don't do this!"

Inside the mind of the beast, Banner was struggling for any bit of control he could salvage. But The Hulk was restless... unforgiving. Merciless towards his would-be captors, as his rage roared through the very columns of Banner's mind.

"They don't mean you any harm, Hulk! They just want to help!", Banner pleaded, on his knees as the beast rampaged through his mind, tearing bits of shattered memories and dreams apart with, quite literally, his bare hands.

"NO! NO TALK! HULK SICK OF TALKING! HULK MAKE PUNY ARMY MEN PAY FOR ATTACKING HULK! HULK MAKE THEM SUFFER! HULK BRING THEM PAIN..."

"...HULK SMASH THEM ALL!!!"

The Hulk charged forward, immediately bringing his collosal fist down upon one of the military jeeps, as bullets flew off of his skin as if they were nothing. The beast roared, taking the truck by it's sides and tossing it with one might heave, sending it flying back at the firing soldiers, who proceeded to scatter. The Hulk slammed his fists upon the ground, gritting his teeth at the inferior beings that tried to harm him.

"HULK SHOW YOU ALL! HULK STRONGER THAN ALL PUNY ARMY MEN COMBINED!!!"

That's when the Hulk paused, briefly, as he heard the echo of a motorcycle engine in the distance. Turning around, crawling forward as if he were an ape, fists first, The Hulk peered in the distance, as a figure came rocketing towards him on a dirt road. The Hulk slammed his fists together, before beating them on his chests. Who would dare challenge the might of The Hulk now, of all times?

"HULK NOT AFRAID! HULK WILL TEAR YOU APART!!!"

 

[Byrd Man]

​

"RAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!"

He had tried to be reasonable. He had tried to talk it out with them. But they didn't understand. They just didn't understand. And worse off, they had made a grave mistake. They had made Doctor Bruce Banner angry. And soon they would learn, better than most... they wouldn't like him when he's angry.

The monstrous Hulk rose from the very ground Banner stood on, when he had tried to make a collect call to Betty Ross, his ex-girlfriend and the only one he had come to trust, these days. But when he had made the call, he encountered a troop of scouring SHIELD agents who had been searching for Banner with a kill order. Needless to say, the situation didn't get better, as the troops immediately opened fire on the fleeing Banner, triggering his enragement. And unleashing the Hulk.

"Please! Don't do this!"

Inside the mind of the beast, Banner was struggling for any bit of control he could salvage. But The Hulk was restless... unforgiving. Merciless towards his would-be captors, as his rage roared through the very columns of Banner's mind.

"They don't mean you any harm, Hulk! They just want to help!", Banner pleaded, on his knees as the beast rampaged through his mind, tearing bits of shattered memories and dreams apart with, quite literally, his bare hands.

"NO! NO TALK! HULK SICK OF TALKING! HULK MAKE PUNY ARMY MEN PAY FOR ATTACKING HULK! HULK MAKE THEM SUFFER! HULK BRING THEM PAIN..."

"...HULK SMASH THEM ALL!!!"

The Hulk charged forward, immediately bringing his collosal fist down upon one of the military jeeps, as bullets flew off of his skin as if they were nothing. The beast roared, taking the truck by it's sides and tossing it with one might heave, sending it flying back at the firing soldiers, who proceeded to scatter. The Hulk slammed his fists upon the ground, gritting his teeth at the inferior beings that tried to harm him.

"HULK SHOW YOU ALL! HULK STRONGER THAN ALL PUNY ARMY MEN COMBINED!!!"

That's when the Hulk paused, briefly, as he heard the echo of a motorcycle engine in the distance. Turning around, crawling forward as if he were an ape, fists first, The Hulk peered in the distance, as a figure came rocketing towards him on a dirt road. The Hulk slammed his fists together, before beating them on his chests. Who would dare challenge the might of The Hulk now, of all times?

"HULK NOT AFRAID! HULK WILL TEAR YOU APART!!!"

Snikt!

"I'll believe it when I see it, bub."

I punch the gas on the bike and go full throttle at the big green booger. I roll off the back while the motorcycle's momentum plows into Hulk. He's shruging off the bike's attack when I land on him. He stumbles back and falls as I slice him across the face.

"You pissed of the wrong people, Banner. Time to meet your maker."

 

[Matt Murdock]

The Scarlet Spider chapter 44

The Clone Saga
Part IV
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My fist plows into the side of Spidercide's face. He rolls side over side and into the wall. The glass and shattered steel start to swing on the ceiling.

"Annnnnnd..." I say as the steel falls in a pile on top of Spidercide. "Home run!"

Spidercide's not moving, the steel probably knocked him out.

*WHHHHHHEER* I hear from behind me.

It sounds like a machine is starting up.

*Wheer. Veee. Sheeeer.*

I turn around slowly and see two huge metal doors opening and through them steps an android...

Or, at least, I tell myself it's an android.

Buuuuuut I know it's not an android... it's a frigging Iron Man.

A goddamned Iron Man!

Yes... IRON MAN!

How he got his hands on it, I dunno, but somehow Warren scammed the pattern for Iron Man armor from the real Iron Man, S.H.I.E.L.D, or another group with the testicular fortitude to build a suit of armor.

This armor, though, isn't as finely made as the real deal's. Not that it matters though, there are hundreds of these things, lined up in rows like members of the army. What's with the "J"'s?

"I'm digging the 'J' montage. I feel like I've gone from a Spider-Themed super-gig to a bat-themed super-gig. Quite a change!"

My Spider-Sense flares. I leap in the air over some sort of energy blast.

"Jezzums!" I say, landing in a crouch. "Did I just say 'Jezzum--'" My question is cut short by a punch in the jaw.

I slide on my back across the linoleum tile.

"Yowza! I'll be sure not to mention DC comics again." I say, getting up.

"Sorry, sassafrass, but I'll have to cut our visit short." I spin around and kick the guy in the chest. His armor flies off of his back, weak cause of rusty bolts. I hit a hard uppercut on the guy's chin and his helmet flies off.

The face looking at me is half man, half machine. His flesh is horribly scarred, burned. The eyes, though, this guy's eyes... they're something familiar about them. They're mine. This is a clone of Peter Parker that's been fused with robotic technology... experimented on.

"Uh... ew." I say, delivering a sharp jab to his jaw. He falls backwards, flat on his back and his eyes stop glowing.

I spit, clearing my throat, and look up at the doors the robot emerged from.

"Units Seven-Omega-Green and Fourteen-Delta-Blue. Mobilize." I hear two voices say in unison.

Two more robots come out of the doors.

"Ohhhhhhh, golly." I say with regret.

One of them tackles me to the ground and begins pummeling my face.

"Ow. Owwy. Ow, ow, ow." I say. I kick him in the back, forcing him to roll over me.

He crashes through the floor and pulls me down with him. We land on the floor of a chilled room. I look around and see hundreds of vials lining the walls.

I dodge a quick punch from the Iron Man and jam my foot in his chest. He flies back up through the ceiling's room and lands on the floor above. I take my time and look around the freezer.

The labels on the vials are scribbled in pen.

"Summers, Scott"

"Parker, Peter"

"Wilson, Wadey"

"Pride, Kitty"

"Watson, Mary Jane"

I snatch a vial and throw it at a nearby wall. The blood in it slowly seeps to the ground. Another quickly takes its place. It's like a DNA vending machine.

The first Iron Man lands back in the room and wraps a hand around my throat.

He slams me into the ground and holds my throat to the tile.

The other robot plants his foot on my bad shoulder and puts tons of pressure on my shoulder.

The pain is unbearable and I feel the other Iron Man put one of his feet on my left hand and pushes down.

My head starts to spin and my vision fades.

"No, mommy, I don't wanna go to the zoo today." I say, slowly letting my eyes close.
​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Spider-Man continues to pursue me down the deserted corridors of the OsCorp facility.

Son...you've been bad...Miles has been watching...you must be punished...it's Jackal time, baby!

No! I must retain control over my thought processes for now...I need to...unleash the army...it's the only way to rid myself of this pest...

Come on, Miley...let me rip him up...I'll tear him REAL good...I've been itching to sharpen my claws...

No, you fool! There is a time and a place for that...and it is neither here nor now...let me unleash the army first...

You're pathetic, Miles...always using clones to do your dirty work...

"And what would you have me do?"

"Let's just kill him the old-fashioned way! I want to eat the flesh from his bones..."

"Stop it! You'll ruin our operation!"

I continue to dart down the hallways towards my goal...it's a hidden hanger where I've kept my army. Even that pathetic assistant Reilly doesn't know of this place...

"There it is!"

I quickly enter the number into the keypad, and the large doors slide open. Inside, there are rows upon rows of clones...all cryogenically frozen.

People are not aware of my genius...I can clone ANYONE...that's how I built the army...I collected DNA samples and created dozens upon dozens of clones...

Unfortunately, they are degenerative. They are unable to think or act on their own...so I tell them what to do. It's a small price to pay for a clone of anyone...

I turn a small key into a hidden lock, and the clones begin to thaw. I gaze upon them in astonishment.

Deadpool
Kitty Pryde
Cyclops
The Vulture

Endless clones of each are at my disposal...not to mention all the failed Spider-Man clones...unfortunately, they have none of their respective powers...they are little more than zombies...but their sheer numbers more than make up for it...all they have to do is swarm the enemy, and the target will be torn apart...they are mindless killing machines who live to do my bidding...

"My children...kill anything that moves!"


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[Mr. Marko]

HAMMERHEAD

The cold steel pressed against my head, the smell of gunpowder still lingers on it, it's been used recently. But if he wanted to go paintin' the walls with me, he'd of done it by now.

"Why the hell would I remember some ***** who has to whisper sweet nothing's in my ear before shooting?"

I turn around, the barrel now directly in my face.

"That's a big weapon for a little girl."

I raise my hand and clasp the handle, just above his hand. The look in his eyes shows something. The guy's a nut, and just when I was gettin' bored of these losers, 'bout time for someone with balls, fair enough he won't have 'em for long.

"That's a big weapon for a little girl."

Oh man, this was for real. This guy was serious! Forge felt his stomach churn as Hammerhead grasped Marko's gun. Again, Forge remembered his words before they had entered the bar.

"Just don't choke. Your guns are bigger and badder than anybody else's in there."

Forge lifted his arm and popped out four different guns from his arm. "How about these ones, Hotshot?" He cocked his head a bit to the side to give himself a little bit of attitude.

Suddenly, the two men standing next to Hammerhead drew uzis from there sides and instantly began blindly firing at Forge, giving no care to the other customers in the bar.

"OH S***!" Forge dove backwards towards an empty booth. He quickly activated a reflective shield over himself, deflecting several bullets in all directions.

Hammerhead chucked a bit to himself. "Your toys don't mean s*** in my town, kid!"

Forge activated a small dart gun on his wrist, aiming it at the two men. "What about these?" He fired the darts into the two thugs, drawing out a loud painful scream from both of them.

"YOU LITTLE S***! AHHHHHHHH!!" They both fell to the ground unconscious.

"Its a little something I put together that overloads the pain receptors in the body instantly, which for most people puts them out in a matter of moments. Figured it might come in handy at some point." Forge cocked his head to the side again, this time a bit more confident. "Let's just talk, Mr. H." He threw out a cocky smile.

 

[Mr. Marko]

Magneto, Electro, Avalanche, and Mastermind stood over a heavily sedated Madelyne Pryor in the Laboratory. "Explain this to me."

Avalanche stood over Madelyne, scratching his head. "Well, generally at the animation stage clones are usually fairly defensive and aggressive. She felt threatened and she attacked."

Magneto folded his arms. "I mean about the Phoenix. Jean Grey died. Are you telling me that the Phoenix just stayed with her?"

"Phoenix? I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about, Sir."

Magneto fell silent for a moment. "So, is she going to be as unstable when we wake her up again?"

Avalanche checked the monitors as they read Madelyne's vitals. "It appears that everything is normal. However, there havn't been any changes since animation either. This may just be how she feels towards this place. Was Ms. Grey known for her temper?"

"No. She wasn't known for her kind feelings towards the Brotherhood either, though." He turned to Mastermind. "I want you to accompany her when she leaves the Savage Land. If there is any sign of possible instability, prevent a compromise of our plans. Understood?"

"Clearly, Sir."

Magneto turned to Electro and placed his arm around him. "My brother, you have saved our operation from a great disaster. I feel as though you may soon be able to more fully repay your debt."

Electro seemed confused, apparently a common emotion for the simple man. "Debt?"

Magneto smiled. "Don't worry, Electro. The wheels are in motion. Soon we will have many more joining our cause. Soon, we will destroy all that has been holding us back for so long."

 

[Cyrusbales]

I flap my wings harder to advance on Longshot. I look to my left and see Ororo swooping down to tackle him. Longshot, seeing her coming, jumped onto one of the many tables and proceeds to sumersault over her

"Oh come on you gotta do better than this!"

Seeing my chance and I push my wings harder and catch him in midair.

"How bout this!"

Using every ounce of my strength I fling Longshot through a window into the backyard.

"There Ro! Flash fry this f**ker!"

[BLACKOUT]LONGSHOT[/BLACKOUT]

Finding himself out of the mansion, he knows he's vulnerable. The clouds darkening, humming with their own energies...

"Oh ****."

He had maybe three seconds before a bolt would come down and strike him, his synapses firing quicker than ever to consider what to do.

A window. Close, but clolse enough? Vaulting himself across a ten meter stretch, a crackling sound filling his ear as he smashed through the window. Lightning irradiating the frame behind him, conducting the charge to the interior wiring systems, cutting out power to half of the Mansion.

Running, he's got to find Mystique and bring her back to get Magneto off his ass. Turning a corridor he sees a certain man raising his hand to his visor.

"Miss me?"

Before Cyclops could turn, he was swept off his feet, discharging a flash of red energy through the cieling, raining down dust and mortar.

A grinding of bone as he hit the floor forced him to let out a shout of pain.

Mystique now infront of him yet again, but so was a rather pissed looking woman with claws.

"Claws? You're ****tin' me..."

 

[Cyrusbales]

"That's a big weapon for a little girl."

Oh man, this was for real. This guy was serious! Forge felt his stomach churn as Hammerhead grasped Marko's gun. Again, Forge remembered his words before they had entered the bar.

"Just don't choke. Your guns are bigger and badder than anybody else's in there."

Forge lifted his arm and popped out four different guns from his arm. "How about these ones, Hotshot?" He cocked his head a bit to the side to give himself a little bit of attitude.

Suddenly, the two men standing next to Hammerhead drew uzis from there sides and instantly began blindly firing at Forge, giving no care to the other customers in the bar.

"OH S***!" Forge dove backwards towards an empty booth. He quickly activated a reflective shield over himself, deflecting several bullets in all directions.

Hammerhead chucked a bit to himself. "Your toys don't mean s*** in my town, kid!"

Forge activated a small dart gun on his wrist, aiming it at the two men. "What about these?" He fired the darts into the two thugs, drawing out a loud painful scream from both of them.

"YOU LITTLE S***! AHHHHHHHH!!" They both fell to the ground unconscious.

"Its a little something I put together that overloads the pain receptors in the body instantly, which for most people puts them out in a matter of moments. Figured it might come in handy at some point." Forge cocked his head to the side again, this time a bit more confident. "Let's just talk, Mr. H." He threw out a cocky smile.

HAMMERHEAD

In a flash two of my men are down. This guy with some vendetta still in my face, and now this long haired piece of trash.

"What are you, his boyfriend?"

They look to be getting pissed, they don't wanna kill me yet, first they wanna make me suffer, shame they aint gonna get either.

I've survived hits from top assassins, a couple of school girls aint **** to me.

 

[Matt Murdock]

The Scarlet Spider chapter 44

The Clone Saga
Part IV
​

I wake up in my room in a cold sweat. My eyes open wide as I look at my surroundings. This is my room at OsCorp, though. It's a facsimile of the room Peter Parker has at his Aunt's house. Warren made it to convince me I was the real Peter Parker, but when he failed at that, I just used the room as a place to sleep and run my own experiments.

I grab my shoulder and see that it's fine. The wound is gone, so is the gash in my hand. I slide out of my bed and rub my eyes. I realize my mask is off. So are my gloves.

I pick up my pillow, looking for my mask and gloves. They're folded up nicely, lying in wait. I slide them on and stretch my neck. I stride over to the door and slowly turn the handle. But, from beyond it I hear a sound.

*SNIKT*

I let go of the handle and leap to the ceiling. I tear off the air vent and crawl through the ducts until I'm over the area just outside of my door. I pull the grate into the ducts with me and slide down on a webline.

"Wow, Wolvsie." I say letting go of the webline, "You've really let yourself go."

Four more Wolverine clones step out from the shadows, along with two Cyclops clones.

"This day just way more interesting." I say, getting ready to fight

 

[Batman]

"I'll believe it when I see it, bub."

I punch the gas on the bike and go full throttle at the big green booger. I roll off the back while the motorcycle's momentum plows into Hulk. He's shruging off the bike's attack when I land on him. He stumbles back and falls as I slice him across the face.

"You pissed of the wrong people, Banner. Time to meet your maker."

The Hulk's eyes grew wide, as the puny man latched onto him and started clawing his face. It wasn't the simple fact that this... runt, thought he could take The Hulk on that amazed Hulk... it was the fact that his claws actually pierced The Hulk's skin. For a moment, the beast seemed mesmorised by this, like a child on Christmas morning. But then, as the man known to few as "Wolverine" sent another slash across The Hulk's cheekbone... The Hulk began to grow increasingly, and visibly angry.

Grabbing Wolverine with one collosal hand, The Hulk roared in his face.

"HAIRY MAN ANNOY HULK!", The Hulk bellowed, before throwing Wolverine into the air and leaping up after him.

"HULK SHOW HAIRY MAN WHO STRONGEST THERE IS!!!"

Rising above Wolverine, mid-air, The Hulk sent both fists pounding down on Wolverine's chest, sending him crashing back down to Earth. The Hulk snorted, as he began to fall downwards too, before crashing with a force unmatched into the ground near the spot that Wolverine had landed in like a cheap ragdoll.

"Hairy man still alive?", The Hulk questioned, confused, before gritting his teeth and charging forward.

"HULK FIX THAT!!!"

 

[Venom160]

[BLACKOUT]LONGSHOT[/BLACKOUT]

Finding himself out of the mansion, he knows he's vulnerable. The clouds darkening, humming with their own energies...

"Oh ****."

He had maybe three seconds before a bolt would come down and strike him, his synapses firing quicker than ever to consider what to do.

A window. Close, but clolse enough? Vaulting himself across a ten meter stretch, a crackling sound filling his ear as he smashed through the window. Lightning irradiating the frame behind him, conducting the charge to the interior wiring systems, cutting out power to half of the Mansion.

Running, he's got to find Mystique and bring her back to get Magneto off his ass. Turning a corridor he sees a certain man raising his hand to his visor.

"Miss me?"

Before Cyclops could turn, he was swept off his feet, discharging a flash of red energy through the cieling, raining down dust and mortar.

A grinding of bone as he hit the floor forced him to let out a shout of pain.

Mystique now infront of him yet again, but so was a rather pissed looking woman with claws.

"Claws? You're ****tin' me..."

I look to the ceiling as the power goes out.

"Son of a bi*ch!"

I quickly hit my comm link.

{Angel to all X-men, does anyone have a visual on Longshot. We lost him!}

As soon as the word leave my mouth a shockwave shakes the mansion.

{Nevermind.}

 

[Byrd Man]

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The Hulk's eyes grew wide, as the puny man latched onto him and started clawing his face. It wasn't the simple fact that this... runt, thought he could take The Hulk on that amazed Hulk... it was the fact that his claws actually pierced The Hulk's skin. For a moment, the beast seemed mesmorised by this, like a child on Christmas morning. But then, as the man known to few as "Wolverine" sent another slash across The Hulk's cheekbone... The Hulk began to grow increasingly, and visibly angry.

Grabbing Wolverine with one collosal hand, The Hulk roared in his face.

"HAIRY MAN ANNOY HULK!", The Hulk bellowed, before throwing Wolverine into the air and leaping up after him.

"HULK SHOW HAIRY MAN WHO STRONGEST THERE IS!!!"

Rising above Wolverine, mid-air, The Hulk sent both fists pounding down on Wolverine's chest, sending him crashing back down to Earth. The Hulk snorted, as he began to fall downwards too, before crashing with a force unmatched into the ground near the spot that Wolverine had landed in like a cheap ragdoll.

"Hairy man still alive?", The Hulk questioned, confused, before gritting his teeth and charging forward.

"HULK FIX THAT!!!"

I get up and crack my neck, my bruised lung and broken ribs heal as I crouch and get ready for Hulk.

I jump in the air right when Hulk gets on me, I flip and land on his back, sinking my claws into his back right where his lungs should be.

"AAAH!!"

By instinct, Hulk reaches up and grabs me. He tosses me like a baseball.

I see all of london below me as gravity takes effect.

"This is gonna hurt."

My body falls and crashes through a huge roof.

"Oh dear!"

The queen of England stares at me from her couch in her private quarters.

"S'cuse me, Mam. I'm looking for a big green guy. You seen a guy who looks alot like Shrek? No relation to Tony Blair. Ofcourse."

I hear the Hulk's footsteps crash as he charges Buckingham Palace.

"You might want to leave, Mam. I got some business to take care of."

I stand up and wait for Hulk, my claws drawn.

"Ya know, queeny. This was a pretty place when I got here. Wonder what happened?"

 

[Jono Starsmore]

London

Deep within the depths of a worn apartment duplex, there stirred the company of a fairly large group of civilians. Husbands, wives, doctors, lawyers, they appeared as a conventional crowd. Yet their masks were decieving, for they were involved in something much more than having a social gathering. They were worshippers of Satan, Lucifer, the prince of darkness, the devil.

Standing behind a ragged podium stood a man garbed in robes that would seemingly be ancient. They resembled the color of dried blood, with amber glyphs embedded in different sections of the garment.
"The night has come, my sheep....to conjure the warrior that will lead us to eternal bliss, and power among the insects that infest this place!"

The roar of cheers rang throughout the building, giving off quite an unnatural sound. These people were not mentally human--they'd been mentally brainwashed by this man, who was apparently being looked upon as a messiah. The crowd then began to rip and tear off their clothes, revealing tattooes burned into their skin. The applause then ceased as the man began to speak once again.

"I've taught you all of the power that can and will be yours. I have shaped you from mere pests into warri--"

"Sounds like a load of bollocks to me!"

There stood the Brit, clad in his usual attire which consisted of a black, rugged suit beneath a trenchcoat of the same color. Dangling from those lips was a Marlboro, halfway smoked and un-ashed. Having been a member of Black Air for the past year, Peter was sent on assassination missions mostly, along with espionage and intelligence gathering. This, of course, was an assassination. These people were terrorists. Even after seeing the intel, Wisdom agreed to condone the assignment. Tonight was the night that they were to conjure an ancient demon, who would no doubt wreak havok on them all, and New York City. The buggers honestly did not know what they were getting theirselves into. Peter Wisdom, however, had dealt with the supernatural before. Black Air was a government agency established to investigate and research the supernatural and paranormal phenomena, and he was their best field agent.

"KILL THE INTERLOPER!"

With that said, the sound of unsheathing blades rang through Wisdom's ears, which signaled that he might actually have to put forth effort in this confrontation. That cigarette was then spit out, landing on the floor in a spray of embers. The naked, growling crowd began to advance, daggers in the air which were still crusted with the blood of their families, who they sacrificed before the meeting. It was quite sad, really--but these people were no longer in their right minds. It startled him that they were not discovered before, especially since they were respected members of their community.

Pete knew that they were simply being used as pawns while their leader escaped to conjure the demon, so this had to be quick. It was about fifty on one, so he'd have to improvise.

Leaping down from his perch on the bannister above them, those digits began to glow a fiery orange, which sizzled and popped as they extracted into hot, pointed shards. The glow illuminated his surroundings, causing the crowd to move backwards a few meters. Any time now, they would swarm...and he would be ready.

 

[Matt Murdock]

The Scarlet Spider chapter 45

The Clone Saga
Part V
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I sprint forward and slide on the ground. I take the first Wolverine's legs out with a swift kick to the knees. He falls down on his hands and knees. I wrap my hand around his wrist and slice off another Wolverine's leg with his claws. I leap into the air, still holding the Wolverine's wrist and hear his shoulder pop. I jam his claws into the roof and slide down his torso. I somersault and roll into an uppercut that lands on the jaw of a Cyclops, sending his visor flying.

I put him in a choke hold and force him in front of me. His eyes are locked tight, preventing energy blasts from emanating from his and turning the entire hallway into a fire pit worth of a luau.

"Open up!" I say in his ears. He struggles, trying to keep his eyes shut as I pull his eyelids up off of his eyes.

I look over his shoulder and see his cloned counterparts hobbling towards me. Even the one missing his leg is still crawling.

I squeeze his head tighter and scream at his cohorts.

"I'll do it! I'll tear his scrawny head off!" I scream at them.

The cyclops clone jams his elbow into my chest and tries to get away.

"None of that!" I say, webbing his feet to the ground.

"Screw this." I mutter, gripping his eyelid tightly.

I grit my teeth, pinch his right eyelid, and turn my head.

I heave back with my hand and tear his top and bottom eyelids off.

He screams ad writhes in pain as the laser blast tears through the hallway. I feel his blood trickling carelessly down my glove. I wince as I hold him steady, focusing his blasts on his cloned buddies. I turn my head over my shoulder.

*THWIP*

I snag his visor and slide it over his blood-soaked face. He collapses onto his knees and blood continues to seep from under his visor. I put my foot on the back of his neck and apply a little bit of pressure. The Cyclops clone gurgles, choking on his own spit. I pull back a little, but suddenly whip my foot forward, ensuring that it touches the ground.

*SNAP*

The Cyclops stops twitching.

"Goddamn it." I mutter, shaking my head as I head for the abandoned and melted elevator shaft.

Now, if I were a psychotic super-baddy who had managed to get his hand on an incredibly secure, and advanced, scientific lair, where would I hide?

I snap my fingers.

"The basement." I say, prying open the doors.

I leap downwards, down the dark elevator shaft and land on top of a burnt out elevator. The cables stir, as if awoken from a much needed slumber. The elevator lurches downward as several frayed cables snap.

My spider-sense tingles and I leap onto the wall of the steel shaft. The main cable snaps and the elevator plummets downward, landing in a heap of steel and glass.

"This truly is a tower of terror." I say leaping out and snagging the cable.

"Warren should call Disney. He could rent this place out as a theme park attraction."

I slide down the cable until I reach the twisted elevator.

I move some steel plates and slip through the destroyed doors.

I'm in the basement. I leap up and stick to the ceiling.

"Miles!" I holler into the corridor of flickering lights and broken glass. "You've got some 'splainin' to do!"

 

[Mr. Marko]

"Hey! Muties!" A large group of gangsters had begun to follow Toad, Blob, Multiple Man, and Rogue a couple blocks back, and their numbers were increasing.

Toad was sick of this nonsense. "Piss off, mates! We're busy!"

Suddenly, Multiple Man divided into eight different copies. "You want a fight, pal?!"

"Multiple Man, we ain't here for a fight. We're here for-"

Suddenly, one of the gang members fired a pistol and one of the dupes fell to the ground, bleeding. "Ahh!" Madrox quickly absorbed the dupe into himself and a bullet clanked to the pavement.

Nearby, two officers in a NYPD squad car heard the gunfire.

"Oh dang, Bob. Is that what I think it is?"

"Uh, I don't know. What do you think it is?"

"Mutants, Bob! Mutants! They're hear to rip us to shreads!"

"I'll be damned, Larry! You're right! Its some of those guys from the Brotherhood of Mutants itself! You know what to do!" Officer Bob flicked a switch on his communicator. "Dispatch, this is Bob and Larry out here. You might want to contact SHIELD, we have mutant terrorists on 36th Street West."

 

[Eddie Brock]

Da next few momen's are a little fuzzy, so bear with me here.

I think I rememba people screamin'. Then I heard some unfamiliar voices approachin'. I didn't recognize any of 'em, except for one.

"...Rogue?" I call out weakly. Then it gets blurry again. I vaguely remember Rogue tryin' ta talk to me. Then a male voice urges her dat they have to leave.

I'm really not sure what happened afta dat, but I woke up in a strange place. A jungle or somethin'...
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[Eddie Brock]

I hear my son call out to me.

Let's fillet him, Miley!

Are you crazy?! He's the only complete clone!

Well, then make a new one. You did it once before. You can do it again.

Your thirst for blood is going to ruin me!

I'm sick of you, Miles. Now is not the time to use your head! Let's kill these pests once and for all!

"Oh yeah! Miles Warren has left the building! There is only THE JACKAL now!" I announce. I dash for a special storage room.

Inside, I have kept one of my finer inventions. The Jackal battlesuit. The armor-plating is made of pure vibranium, but that's not the best part! On each finger, there is an extendable, six-inch, serrated blade - the Jackal's claws, as it were.

I put on the battlesuit and the Jackal comes to life!

"Time to die, Spider-Fools!"
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[Matt Murdock]

I hear my son call out to me.

Let's fillet him, Miley!

Are you crazy?! He's the only complete clone!

Well, then make a new one. You did it once before. You can do it again.

Your thirst for blood is going to ruin me!

I'm sick of you, Miles. Now is not the time to use your head! Let's kill these pests once and for all!

"Oh yeah! Miles Warren has left the building! There is only THE JACKAL now!" I announce. I dash for a special storage room.

Inside, I have kept one of my finer inventions. The Jackal battlesuit. The armor-plating is made of pure vibranium, but that's not the best part! On each finger, there is an extendable, six-inch, serrated blade - the Jackal's claws, as it were.

I put on the battlesuit and the Jackal comes to life!

"Time to die, Spider-Fools!"
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The Scarlet Spider chapter 46

The Clone Saga
Part VI
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I crawl through the ventalation ducts of the basement, looking for any sign of Waren. I hear his voice and follow it. I look down through a grate and see that he's made himself a massive, robotic suit. I slide down a webline behind him.

"Spider-fools?" I ask, tapping him on the shoulder.

"You dress up like the Wizard of Oz and call us fools? Nuh uh. That's not gonna fly."

I let go of the web and land at his feet. I cock my arm back and slam my fist into his chest. The metal echoes and my arm vibrates as I fall backwards.

"Ow..." I mutter, cracking my knuckles. "Mister, you need a time out!"

I leap into the air and stick to the ceiling.

"And professor "illegitimate - clone - is - gonna - whoop - his - creator's - rear" is in!"

 

[Eddie Brock]

THE CLONE SAGA
Part 18 - You Rang?

Ok, so Debbie and I spent a while walking through Central Park and talking. I still can't exactly get a read on her sexuality...and it would be mighty awkward to make a move if she's straight.

Life was so much easier when I was a guy.

And that wins the award for "Craziest Sentence I Have Ever Said." Of course, knowing my life, things will only get crazier from here on out.

So I put on my suit and go web-swinging again. I wish everyone could do this. You can never really appreciate how relaxing it is until you do it.

But my peace was disturbed when I passed by the nightmare factory that is the abandoned OsCorp facility. Now, don't ask me why I felt so inclined to explore the place...but I just felt it calling to me.

I guess you could call it Clone ESP or something, but I knew that I had to go in there. I did not know, however, just what it was that I was walking into.
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