Matt Murdock
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An hour and a half and eight beers later.......
I leave the gang and grab my bag as I head up to my room. I throw the bag on my bed and walk out onto the balcony overlooking the backyard. I take a deep breath and start replaying everything thats happened. I really don't know how long I spent out there but the sound of laughter is heard coming down the hall and my door opens.
"Oh **** War you missed some funny ****. Kurt got shnockered again and started dancing around the kitchen singing some german folk song. He passed out soon after so John and I dragged him into his room and threw him on his bed."
She falls back onto my bed and stretches. She looks back up to me and see that I havent moved.
"Whats wrong?"
I shake my head and turn around.
"It's Piotr, iv been trying to figure out why he would just up and leave us right in the middle of a fight. And lets not mention Jean...."
"Eh Jean always shows up naked and confused, thats her thing I guess. And don't worry about the Tin Man, im sure he'll be back."
"Its not just that. I just can't shake the feeling something bad is about to happen. This was the feeling I had before Apocalypse reared his ugly mug."
Silence settles on the room. Just mentioning Apocalypse's name is enough to bring those memories surging back in vivid detail. Ali gets up and walks over to me. She wraps her arms around my waist and looks up into my eyes.
"Well let it happen. We've gotten through it before we can sure as hell do it again."
"I know but......"
She places a finger on my lips silencing me.
"No buts...."
She kisses me so hard that it hurts. She finally breaks the kiss and smiles.
"Lets go to bed. We'll deal with everything else tomorrow."
Before I can say anything she takes my hand and drags me back into my room. As we fall into bed I hear the low rumble of aproaching storm clouds.
To be continued.....
Woo stands rooted to the spot as Kitty leaves and Janet and Hank Pym arrive with Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. They pay their respects and share a brief moment of silence before leaving Woo and Fury standing infront of the grave stone. Fury nodes and one of the gravediggers flips a little switch causing the casket to start lowering. A loud beep breaks the silence as Fury presses a button on his watch and turns to Woo.
"I gotta go theres a situation."
Woo simply nodes. Fury bends down and grabs a handful of dirt and sprinkles it into the grave.
"Rest in piece kid."
Fury turns and heads for the chopper.
"Alright troops move out!"
Woo looks down at the coffin as the diggers start filling in the hole. He stays until they're finished. He places his on hand on the head stone and sighs.
"Good bye Anton."
James Woo slowly lowers his head and leave as rain starts to fall.
The End.
dankeYou're approved, Venom.
yeah we'll do the awards here and now cause we we werent able to do it before last season ended.Thanks for the award, Murdock.
We're doing the awards in this OOC? I'll keep that in mind as I work on them tonight.
already done. Thats how iv been doing the warnings already. I just didnt fix it on the first post.Would anyone have any objections to the altering of the two-week rule, so that it is similar to the one in the "Westchester" game?
Okay. Third character suggestions?Yes, Blacklight, you were.
Interrupt me whilst I'm doing my awards, why don't 'cha?EBJ, can you please come onto MSN?
Why must you?Why must you have a third character?
I don't. I have one character. Your logic is really flawed sometimes.Why must you?
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?I don't. I have one character. Your logic is really flawed sometimes.
Ultimate Iron Man - All Good Things
Thor was gone, despite Tony Stark's deepest and most sincere requests for him not to leave.
Stark's entire world as he knew it had somehow changed, he saw the world through different eyes.
He sat quietly in a chair in the lounge at the Triskellion, across from Captain America, sipping a glass of water. The Ultimates had returned from Tarantula's funeral less than whole. Spider-Woman left with Patriot, and Hawkeye had gone home to his family. Wasp and Pym were grieving alone at their home, while Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch were somewhere in the huge city of New York.
Some simulations were running on a set of plasma screen televisions behind the two, abandoned heroes. Each possible outcome of the impending attack showed catastrophic casualty numbers, each one numbering in over five thousand.
As the alcohol he had ingested at the wake started to really set into his system, Stark began playing with the black tie wrapped around his neck. Playfully running it through his fingers, he felt the pain that gripped his body continuously gradually drift away.
At last he was at peace.
"Goddamned shame." Captain America finally said.
Stark, fully coherent, raised an eyebrow.
"Which part?" He muttered simply.
"All of it. The kid, this end-of-the-world crisis, the president..." Captain America seemed to be lost in thought.
"All of it... especially the young kid."
"Welcome to the Ultimates, Mr. Rogers." Stark said quietly.
The two kept staring at each other, Captain America's shield glistened in the neon glow of the lights above them as it sat in the corner.
"I suppose we should make a toast."
"To what?" Rogers asked, intrigued.
"Survival."
"Here here."
Tony finished his water in a single mouthful and slid the glass onto the coffee table between him and his colleague.
"Why'd you build the Iron Man suit?" Captain America asked, reaching out to his teammate.
Stark took a second to truly think about the question and his response.
"To entice women." He said, simply.
Rogers laughed, understanding that Stark wasn't going to open his shell at all tonight.
Stark pushed himself up off of the sofa and stared out at the city.
It was dusk.
Quiet.
Calm.
As if on some sort of cue, the lights in the lounge went out with a simple CLICK.
Stark turned around and stared at Captain America, who was bathed in the red glow of the emergency light.
"What's going on?"
"An excellent question." Stark's voice was vaguely sarcastic, as if he didn't have the foggiest notion of why the building had lost power.
Fury barged into the room and stared at his two employees.
"Everyone alright?" He asked.
"I believe that Steven is fine, but I seem to have lost my sight."
Rogers and Fury simply stared at him.
"Kidding."
In the center of the room, a green light began to pulse, hovering over a conference table.
"How cliché." Stark observed, fixing himself a drink at the bar.
The light grew in intensity and a figure stepped forth from it, bathed in its bright glow.
"Stark..." Rogers muttered as he readied himself, shield mounted on his arm.
Stark's eyes widened as the green light faded away, leaving nothing but a silver figure floating above the conference room.
"Can he see us?" Rogers asked.
"I dunno, how 'bout you ask?"
Roger's didn't even smirk.
"Ultimates." The being said. "As you are aware by now, I am planning an attack on your world."
The being flickered in and out of visibility.
"Son of a *****, it's a recording."
"The casualties will number well into the thousands at the time of my initial attack. After that, your planet will slowly die, as its inhabitants begin to become infected."
Fury stared at the hologram, visibly enraged.
"Your time of reckoning has come."
With that, the lights returned and the hologram vanished, leaving the three men to stare at each other, paralyzed with uncertainty.
KRA-KOOM!
The view of the city had changed dramatically in such a short period. The sky was gray, with clouds covering any light that dusk would bring.
Lighting struck buildings and towers, as the city itself seemed to tremble and quake at the its impending attack.
"Get the president on the phone... and the mayor. I want an all-out evacuation to start RFN."
Stark blinked as he slumped back onto the sofa, holding his head in his hands.
"Don't bother, Fury. Just call the team."
"What the hell do you mean 'don't bother?' We can still save some lives!"
"No. We can't." Stark said simply. "We're too late."
Project: Nexus had begun.
His eyes stare back at me, dull and vacant, as if he's still thinking about what to say. Part of me wants him to say something, anything. My own thoughts and my heartbeat are almost too much for me to deal with at this point, my own head has gotten way too small.
At last, Pete speaks.
"And do what?" He says with his trademark wit, "Leave the whack-jobs of New York in the hands of... well... a whack-job?"
I sneer.
"If you're talking about what happened with Ant--"
"I'm talking about what happened with J. Jonah Jameson." Parker says, simply cutting me off. "He's an innocent person. You used him to get to me. No. You can't do that and expect me to entrust my city, my home, to you."
I can feel every bone in his body screaming for him to just give up, to accept the reality that he shouldn't be Spider-Man. So, I'm going for the one million dollar question, the big one.
"And if you die?" I ask, almost condescendingly.
I see his mask pull back in such a way that I can tell he's grinning.
That's not a good sign.
"I hope I go out fighting." He says with a maturity far beyond his years.
That's where he and I differ, I guess. He wants to go out fighting. I'd rather not go out at all. Why is that a bad thing, though? Why should I be judged for valuing my life?
I blink, realizing that nobody's judging me... nobody but myself.
"You've hurt people tonight. I can't let that go unspoken for."
Whatever remorse or sorrow I may be feeling is gone.
"Let's dance." I growl.
Parker lunges at me, his movements are slow, as if he's groggy.
I duck out of his path with ease, and roll along the rooftop.
As Parker hits the rooftop, I pivot and fire a pair of weblines at his back. They go taught and he slams onto his back. He grabs the lines himself and pulls me onto my face.
"That the best you've got?!" He jests. "Throwing my own tricks my way?"
*THWIP*
"Crimson?" I ask, as I draw my pistol. The desert air is hot against my skin, and I can feel beads of sweat dropping down my neck. Doesn't matter. It's all part of the job.
"Crimson?" I ask again, as I screw the silencer onto my firearm.
The members of my squad just stare at me nodding.
"I give you guys cool names like PoonNailer and Batarang and you give me the nickname CRIMSON?"
"Well..." Jenkins says quietly, "You wear those crimson glasses every day."
Why is there always a guy in a squad named Jenkins? And why is he always just ****ing dumb? Don't get me wrong, he's got a heart of gold... but he's a damned moron.
"Let's just go to work." I say, pulling back on the barrel of my gun and check to see that a hollow point is in the chamber.
With a swift kick to the door, we're in the arms warehouse takin' out towelheads.
Past tense?Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
I failed...