The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG Season VI IC Thread

[UltimateRPGs]

The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG
Game Founder: Spider-Man9X17
GameMaster: Venom160
Deputy Mod: Peter Parker
Deputy Mod: Mr. Marko

This game is similar to the Marvel RPG, only based off of Ultimate continuity.
RULES:
-Players can choose any hero in the Ultimate Marvel Universe. Players who have proved themselves as good RPer's will also have the option to Ultimize a character, and/or take up a second character. No God-Like characters.
-Everyone exists in the Ultimate Marvel Timeline. No 616 or other alternate items may be used.
-No Killing. Unnamed faceless NPC's may be killed, but not comic characters. Someone else may want to take up the character, or they may be important to another story.
-You can go anywhere on Earth, or travel off planet, but do so within your characters means.
-You are your character, so act like it. Talk like them, use there dialouge. Do not exaggerate your powers, or pop-up here and there without explination.
-Several stories can be going at once, and you have the freedom to interact with other characters.
-No Time Travel.
-You must post at least once every two weeks, though it is preferred that you post more. If you go two weeks without a post without prior notice, your character is up for grabs.
-You must have at least 50 posts on the Hype boards to be eligible to play
-And of course, all regular rules of the Hype apply.
-Have fun.

ULTIMATE MARVEL RPG SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name:
Character you would like to play:
Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English:
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1.
2.
3.
What can you bring to this game?

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG:
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards:
Provide a small sample post for your character, about 4 paragraphs with at least one line of dialouge:



Check the OOC thread for roster.



Bios and References
http://www.ultimatemarveluniverse.com/
http://www.marveldirectory.com/ultimatebios.htm
http://www.mutanthigh.com/alternate...index.html#bios
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[Catman_prb]

Spoiler

"We know who you are Mr. Barton,"

"Who is this?" he asked, puzzlement riddling across his face.

"We know everything about you Mr. Barton,"

"Who the hell are you?"

"And guess what Mr. Barton,"

Clint paused.

"We can see you,"

"...****..."

-BANG-

Clint had lived a very long and varied life. A lot of that time had been spent fighting some of the most hardened creatures known to mankind, and some of the toughest humans to date. However, trying to dodge a bullet is not something that is done easily. His body dropped downwards on instinct, and it was in that split second of movement that the bullet hit.

The bullet hit his neck. He was knocked backwards by the sheer force of it. People all around him screamed as he fell backwards, his hands automatically coming up to his neck. It hurt, badly. He tried to scream, but he could taste blood in his mouth. He moved his hand over his neck, trying to find the bullet wound. It didn't seem to have severed any major arteries, because he wasn't dead yet. But one could never tell.

It seemed to be going dark around him. Lack of oxygen causing him to lose consciousness. The blood pooling around his head was turning cold. He kicked his legs, trying to show some sign of life. He thought he could hear sirens in the distance, but there was a loud ringing in his ears. He gasped, trying to get as much air in his lungs as possible. His eyelids flickered. Stay awake. Stay awake. He rasped. He slept.

 

[Venom160]

Precinct 52 Hell's Kitchen, New York.

A silent shadowed figure sits perched among stone gargoyles as it stares down at the police station. The silence is suddenly broken by the sound of comm static.

<Are you done "scoping the place out"? I'm freezing my ass off down here.>

The figure sigh and taps the comm stitched into his mask.

<Dammit Forge I was channeling my inner Daredevil. Haven't you ever heard of drama?>

<I don't care, I've been standing out here for twenty minutes and cops are starting to notice. Now get the hell down here and lets get these two!>

<Fine.>

Tarantula lunges off the building spinning acouple of times before firing a webline and swing into an alleyway where another figure stands waiting.

"About time."

"Bite me. Ok so whats the low down on these two? Why were they arrested?"

Forge reaches up and taps the side od his sunglasses and suddenly the lens fill with police files.

"Tandy Bowen (18) and Ty Johnson (19), arrested three days ago for drunk and disorderly. Seems like they got into a bar fight and used their abilities on a group of drunk idiots."

"Lovely. I can't believe we're doing this."

"Hey you said we're on a dead line."

"Yeah but I didn't think we'd be breaking into a police station."

"Well we can always go recruit Speedball."

".......alright lets break into a police station."

Tarantula activates the holo-watch hidden under his costume while Forge activates the holographic projector built into his sunglasses. With a flicker their appearance and voice is altered to look like FBI agents.

"You know the differance between you and me? I make this look good."

Anton trails off as Forge glares at him.

"Couldn't help it....."

 

[Lord Doom]

ic: Hobgoblin

"This had better be good, Donovan," Roderick Kingsley grumbled as he descended the stairs to the secret labs of the old warehouse he had owned for years.

Unbeknownst to many, the warehouse was actually a secret research facility Kingsley had used during the days he worked for the government. Roderick was once a high-ranking member of the CIA's Advanced Weapons and Deployment division; he also dealt in many of the governments dealings with Afghanistan during the Afghan Civil War. In fact, Kingsley once applied to become acting director of SHIELD, but was denied because the government was interested in someone with more of a military background.

Since then, Kingsley quit his job working as a government operative and began working as a fashion designer. He is known as one of the most influential people in the fashion industry. Of course, his entire fashion empire was merely used to mask his true intentions of amassing a criminal empire. After all, who would suspect a fasion designer of being one of the greatest criminal masterminds of all time?

Lefty Donovan led Kingsley into the laboratory and motioned to a monitor depicting one of the Green Goblin's various battles with Spider-Man.

"Now, the original Oz serum transformed the user into a large, green monster capable of incredible feats of strength, speed, and the ability of pyrokinesis."

Donovan pushed up his glasses with his middle finger and motioned to a vial of orange liquid encased in a glass container.

"The new serum should increase those abilities twice-fold!" Lefty exclaimed.

"Any negative side-effects?" Kingsley asked suspiciously.

"Well, we haven't really tested it on a person yet. But I don't believe we'll have any problems."

Kingsley thought for a moment, then motioned to a young scientist who awaited orders. Kingsley pointed to the vial.

"Put that in a syringe," he told the young scientist.

"Donovan, pull up a chair and sit with me for a moment."

Lefty gave a puzzled look, then hesitantly wheeled a swivel chair towards his employer. He took a seat and watched as Kingsley did the same. Kingsley stared at Donovan for longer than the chubby scientist was comfortable with. Finally, Kingsley removed a silver pocketwatch from his coat pocket. He then opened it, revealing to Donovan the movings hands of the watch. Lefty eyed them for a while, not realizing the trance he had slipped into.

"Lefty," Roderick cooed soothingly.

"This is your mother... Can you hear me, Lefty?"

Donovan nodded slowly.

"Good," Kingsley looked over to the young scientist, who stood with the syringe filled with the orange substance, and motioned towards Donovan.

The scientist nodded, walked over to his mesmerized supervisor, and stuck the needle into his arm. If Donovan felt anything, he didn't show it; he simply kept his gaze transfixed on the moving hands of Roderick Kingsleys shiny watch. Kingsley then pulled a two-way earpiece from his coat and placed it into Donovan's right ear.

"From this moment on, you will do EXACTLY as mother commands. Do you understand?"

Donovan nodded again.
Kingsley smiled.


One hour later

An orange, mind-controlled creature with red eyes, small horns protruding from its forehead, and garbed in brown rags with a tattered hood, bound across the rooftops of Manhattan.

It was bent on destruction.

 

[Rain Dog]

The four of them stood on the scaffold. The crowd amassing around them was growing unruly, shouting jeers and hurling garbage. But they did not flinch. They did not lose their nerve. It was almost admirable.

The soldier marched up the staircase to the top of the platform. He approached a microphone stand and drew a paper scroll from a satchel slung around his shoulders. He unraveled the paper and cleared his throat before speaking into the mike.

“Sire,” he said reading off the paper, “Before you stand Lucia von Bardas, Bram Velsing, Edgar Malkovich, and Hans Beldur, heads of the Latverian Liberation Front, guilty of treason against our state!”

The crowd booed and heckled the four traitors.

“What is their sentence, my lord?”

“Death!” the crowd chanted, “Death! Death! Death!”

I wave my hand and the mob immediately falls silent.

“You have forsaken me. I gave you and everyone else in the beautiful nation all they could ask for: food, water, power, security. And you spit in my face. ‘Latverian Liberation Front’? What are you ‘liberating’ these good people from? Paradise?”

The crowd erupted in cheers and continued their chant. I give another dismissive wave to silence them.

“All I asked for in return was loyalty. And you could not even grant me that. You shall all be punished for your treachery.”

“DEATH!” the crowd screamed.

“Silence! I am not the villain these terrorists portray me to be. They will be punished but their lives shall be spared. These four shall be confined to the dungeons of Castle Doom for life!”

The crowd cheered and applauded.

“Or…” I added, “…or until I feel they have repaid their debt to our wondrous society.”

The mob started up a new chant:

“Hail Doom! Hail Doom!”

Death would have made these treacherous swine martyrs to their followers. Torturing them would strengthen their cause. Their punishment would be worse than death in their eyes—they would serve me.

 

[Gallagher]

Thunderous skies surrounded him. Images flashing through his mind: Warriors from ancient times, the sparks of battle, giants in a world of hills and snow... The crack of lightning.

****

"Donald... Hey man, wake up." The world he was dreaming of, so far away, dissolved into reality as Blake awoke to a man standing over him. "Looks like the heavens are gonna open man, better find some place indoors." With a friendly tap on the shoulder Donald rose to his feet and cast his eyes skyward. The clouds circled above him maliciously, a loud ominous crack of thunder echoed through the air every few minutes.

Donny couldn't shake the feeling of the dream, so familiar, yet so alien to him. He'd had ones like it before, each time seeing stranger and stranger things. So engrossed was he in his thoughts he didn't notice someone striding toward him at a quickened pace, the man collided with him, almost knocking the two men down.

"I'm so sorry." He professed, helping the man collect his things that had scattered onto the ground.

"That's fine... really." The sharply dressed bald pedestrian said with a wave of his hand.

"I wasn't watching where I was going..." Blake stopped as the two locked eyes. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked, tilting his head as he scanned the mans face... He thought he'd recognize such unique features.

The other man looked him up and down and shook his head.

"I don't think so and I'm pretty good with faces."

"Alright... Sorry for wasting your time." Donald said, not taking his eyes off the man as he walked around the corner and out of sight.

Once out of sight the cycloptic man talked into his wrist.

"Fury to the Triskellion..." He began calmly, peering round the corner, double checking what he'd seen was accurate.

"I've found him."

 

[Lord Doom]

ic: Hobgoblin


Lefty Donovan (or whatever the orange liquid he had been injected with turned him into) leaped across the rooftops of New York, making a bee-line for Queens.

"Once you have reached Queens, head to the nearest police vehicle and smash it to pieces."

Donovan did as "Mother" commanded. He spied a group of police cars chasing a swerving Chevy and leaped upon the car in the rear. Donovan paid little attention to the startled cries of the officers in the vehicle; he began banging his fists on the hood of the car. The vehicle flipped forweward and Donovan leaped away from the crash.

Noticing their troubled companions, the other cop cars screeched to a hault while the fleeing vehicle disappeared into the night.

"FREEZE!" one cop screamed after exiting his vehicle and removing a 9mm from his holster. The other cops did the same.

"Kill these men, Lefty," Mother replied.

Donovan roared, lifted the wrecked car high above his head, and hurled it at the officers.

"MOVE!!!" one policeman cried, but it was too late. He and four of his companions were instantly crushed by the falling vehicle.

Another officer, Sergeant Bill Covington, dashed to his vehicle and searched frantically for his radio reciever.

"It's time to turn up the heat, Lefty."

"HEEEAT," Donovan growled in a deep, gravely voice.

Donovan summoned a large ball of fire with his right hand.

"TUURRNNN UUUUP!"

The fire blazed hotter and hotter.

Meanwhile, Sergeant Covington clutched the radio reciever tightly in both hands.

"I need backup at 1134 Brownstone Aven-"

Covington was cut short as a roaring ball of fire incinerated him and his vehicle.

 

[Blacklight]

​

SPIDER-MAN: CRIMINAL!​

That's what every paper in Manhattan had plastered against it's front page. I read the article myself, personally, and it sickened me. Apparently the faux Spidey is now the number one suspect in a mugging, which means that his crime spree is far from over. So here I am, in the Ricochet guise, patrolling the streets from the rooftops above for this imposter. Not only because he's giving my former alter-ego a bad name, but I also can't take the chance of Fury putting a bullet in my head for something I didn't have any part of...

Meanwhile, MJ's safe at my house with my Aunt May, who had finally been released from the hospital after her long ordeal because of Norman Osborn. Man am I glad he's out of the way. Him and Harry, because honestly, dealing with a Goblin is the last thing I need right now. I just need to find the fake Spider-Man, turn him inm get home and--

"HEEEAT," Donovan growled in a deep, gravely voice.

Donovan summoned a large ball of fire with his right hand.

"TUURRNNN UUUUP!"

The fire blazed hotter and hotter.

Meanwhile, Sergeant Covington clutched the radio reciever tightly in both hands.

"I need backup at 1134 Brownstone Aven-"

Covington was cut short as a roaring ball of fire incinerated him and his vehicle.

My god! H-Harry!?!

But... I thought he was reformed? I thought he was my friend? Why is he... why? I knew it was too good to be true. No one ever changes. I can't believe I fell for it. Damn Parker luck...

Focus, Rico. Hey, I like that. Rico. I think I finally found the 'Spidey'-esque nickname for this persona. Yeah. Rico...

Anyways... Focus. I'm gonna need to get to work on putting Harry down before he kills anyone else, because telling from the look he has on his scaley face, he's angry enough to burn this whole city block to the ground.

I leapt down from the rooftop and into the street below, standing before the orange Goblin goliath, disks in hand. If this is Harry, he's probably causing all this chaos to get my, or rather Spider-Man's, attention, but what he doesn't know is that he's already got it, he just doesn't know it. He may know I was Spider-Man, but he doesn't know who's under this mask...

"Stop right there, Har--er, Osborn. This ends now!"

 

[Rain Dog]

​

The treasonous swine sat shackled to the cold stone walls of Castle Doom’s dungeons. I entered their cell, smirking beneath my mask.

“You four and your little club have caused quite the uproar in my peaceful nation.”

“Your nation?” said Malkovich, a gaunt middle-aged man with graying hair and sunken eyes.

“I have single-handeldy transformed Latveria from a land of peasants and beggars to a world superpower. These people have never been happier. Why then, do you feel the need to rebel, to cause chaos in what could be the perfect society?”

“You’re robbing these people of their free will!” replied Von Bardas, a woman in her late twenties. I had heard much about her. The “brains” behind this rebellion.

“And why do you say that?” I said as I approached her.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Van Damme!” she spat.

“Is that so?” I said, running my cold steel fingers across her face and down to her neck . I pulled back her collar and examined her neck—there was a pale, blotchy patch of skin, a stain-like scar.

“Interesting…”

I then approached Malkovich, Beldur, and Velsing—an athletic soldier around Von Bardas’s age—and did the same. They all shared the same stain-like marking on their necks.

“Impressive. You’ve managed to remove your tattoos.”

The Van Damme Dragon tattoo was a symbol of Latverian citizenship. The ink contained microfibers that would transmit messages to the brain, allowing my people to better appreciate all that I have done for them.

“Reapplying them will do nothing, Victor. We’ve found ways to protect ourselves from your trickery,” Velsing said, “Just kill us already.”

“I believe I already stated that you four would be spared,” I replied, “You see, I have much greater plans for you. Beldur, you have yet to mouth off. For that, you’ll receive the honor of going first.”

Two guards entered the cell and freed the silent traitor from his shackles. The fool then tried to wrestle himself free of the guards’ grasp. One of them gave Beldur a swift blow to the stomach with the butt of his gun. The traitor fell to his knees and the guards dragged him off to the labs.

“Don’t fret,” I said to the other three, “You’ll be joining him soon.”

​

 

[Venom160]

"My name is Warren and I'm....I'm here to protect you."

The silence that descends on the room is deafening as Ali continues to stare at Warren in confusion. Before I can figure my next move a hand grabs my wrist and Lorna voice whisper in my ear.

"I think we should go...."

I nod a follow her towards the exit only to nearly run right into Cyclops and Alex. Even with his visor I can see Cyclops shift his gaze between the fully healed Ali, to the visibly shaken Warren, than finally to us.

"What the hell is going on here?"

 

[Venom160]

Precinct 52 Hell's Kitchen, New York.

A silent shadowed figure sits perched among stone gargoyles as it stares down at the police station. The silence is suddenly broken by the sound of comm static.

<Are you done "scoping the place out"? I'm freezing my ass off down here.>

The figure sigh and taps the comm stitched into his mask.

<Dammit Forge I was channeling my inner Daredevil. Haven't you ever heard of drama?>

<I don't care, I've been standing out here for twenty minutes and cops are starting to notice. Now get the hell down here and lets get these two!>

<Fine.>

Tarantula lunges off the building spinning acouple of times before firing a webline and swing into an alleyway where another figure stands waiting.

"About time."

"Bite me. Ok so whats the low down on these two? Why were they arrested?"

Forge reaches up and taps the side od his sunglasses and suddenly the lens fill with police files.

"Tandy Bowen (18) and Ty Johnson (19), arrested three days ago for drunk and disorderly. Seems like they got into a bar fight and used their abilities on a group of drunk idiots."

"Lovely. I can't believe we're doing this."

"Hey you said we're on a dead line."

"Yeah but I didn't think we'd be breaking into a police station."

"Well we can always go recruit Speedball."

".......alright lets break into a police station."

Tarantula activates the holo-watch hidden under his costume while Forge activates the holographic projector built into his sunglasses. With a flicker their appearance and voice is altered to look like FBI agents.

"You know the differance between you and me? I make this look good."

Anton trails off as Forge glares at him.

"Couldn't help it....."

The cop at the front deck gawks at us as Forge and I flash our fake FBI IDs.

"Why would the feds be interested in those two freaks?"

I open my mouth to say something but Forge cuts me off.

"We have reason to believe that these two could be linked to a drug trafficking operation. Some kind of experimental mutant growth hormone."

The cop lets out a grunt as he gets to his feet.

"Damn muties always screwing everything up. Come with me I'll take you to one of the interrogation rooms and bring the prisoners to you."

A few minutes later and I find myself pacing back in forth in a police interrogation room. Forge sits patiently watching me pace.

"Will you calm the hell down. Everything is going fine."

"Well I'm sure your used to being in a police station but I'm not. Every instinct is have is telling me to jump out the nearest window and get out of here."

"That'll be kinda hard considering this room has no window."

".....your not helping."

Forge smirks as I continue to pace.

"You know Law and Order: SVU makes these places look alot more cleaner and...."

I shut up quickly as the door open and a couple officers lead our potential recruits in.

 

[Gallagher]

Logan knew something was the matter the moment he'd set foot on Muir Island. The fog was thick, blurring his senses but even through the dense air he could smell the unmistakable stench of evil, of death.

McTaggert's medical centre was even worse, empty, devoid of all life, the shadows bouncing off the walls as if the very halls were alive. Such was not the case, for nothing within the walls still lived.

The rest of his memory was a blur... Screaming, blood, tears, agony and death, the story of his life.

That was, by all estimations, two weeks ago...

***

Logan awoke with an unusual start, as if some invisible force had shook him awake. Opening his burning eyes he gazed around the room he found himself in, strapped by cold steel to an operating table, his uniform ripped open, his chest stained with blood, probably his own.

He sniffed the air but found no answers, the air was so thick with the stench of blood it overpowered any other scent. Wolverine snarled, frustration, anger and contempt for the person responsible.

"Sleeping comfortably Logan?" Came a voice from above. As Logan's eyes snapped upwards he caught sight of a familiar face.

"Hank?"

It was true, Hank McCoy dangled upside down from the ceilling with a pen and clipboard in his hands, furiously scribbling notes down.

"What the hell?" Wolverine growled, feeling the muscles in his arms tense up, usually causing three adamantium coated claws slicing through his hand. The claws didn't come as Logan was reminded of Rumekistan and Cable, his temper only increasing.

"Oh now Logan no need for hostility." Beast said noting the Wolverine's snarl as he dropped from the ceilling and landed beside him.

"My colleague and I were just running a few tests... Don't look at me like that, you of all people should appreciate the wonders of science and its constant search for knowledge. You're a product of it."

"You and all the horrible things you've done." Came a second voice from the shadows, the only hint that someone was even there was the steady gaze of two glowing red eyes.

"Sinister." Logan growled, the anger in him now feeding his bloodlust, filling him like a well.

Essex merely nodded in return.

"Where's Drake?"

"The boy is alive, if that's what you're asking." Hank interjected. "But I'm afraid he can't talk right now. See, like you Logan, Bobby is an ideal subject for testing, his true potential will likely never be realized on it's own. We're here to give mother nature a little... push."

With that Hank turned and started out the room. "In fact I think I'll go check on our second patient right now." He said cheerfully, contradicting the sadistic smile creeping in on his face.

 

[Noon]

OOC: Just to give you a taste of the song
[YT]http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=y2kEx5BLoC4[/YT]

I blink in the bright the lights, my eyes adjusting slowly. I take a deep breath to wash away the fear that always threatens to overwhelm me at moments like this. In a way I enjoy the rush of that fear, it makes me feel alive.

The place is a dive, but not far from the mansion and with a pretty good audience on a weekend. I used to be a rising star on the punk rock music scene...it wasn't hard to get a gig in some local bar. I start the opening beat on my acoustic. My voice comes easy and smooth, I feel at home finally after weeks of barely recognising my own name.

"Gimme one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Because I don't want leave you lonely

But you got to make me change my mind"

The drummer kicks in.

"Baby, I got your number

Ooooh and I know that you got mine

...You know that I called you

I called too many times...

You can call me, baby

you can call me anytime

But you got to call me"

My minds been hazy, remembering stupid little things like how when I was five I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet. It makes me angry, when I just want to recognise the face of the man I'm supposed to be engaged to.

"Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Said I don't want leave you lonely

Yooou got to make me change my mind"

Being on stage is actually the first time I haven't felt strange ever since that day in the 'med-lab'. I get hazy flash backs of being ill, people talking and shouting. The first few days are a blur. Warren filled me in on some important facts, it helped a little and some memory returned, but so far only old ones from growing up, some from being in the band. I even remember the day I first used my powers.

"I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I just want someone to hold me

Oooh and rock me through the night"

The rest of the gig goes smooth and what little audience there is seem happy enough. I end up sitting at the bar with a smoke. I don't want to go back to the mansion just yet, preferring the dank atmosphere of the bar to the tension and drama of that place. So many people stuffed in there, all with their own problems and worries. Not a good vibe. I don't know if I want to go back ever, I don't feel like I belong. I wish I could remember if I belonged before.
​

 

[Venom160]

"My name is Warren and I'm....I'm here to protect you."

The silence that descends on the room is deafening as Ali continues to stare at Warren in confusion. Before I can figure my next move a hand grabs my wrist and Lorna voice whisper in my ear.

"I think we should go...."

I nod a follow her towards the exit only to nearly run right into Cyclops and Alex. Even with his visor I can see Cyclops shift his gaze between the fully healed Ali, to the visibly shaken Warren, than finally to us.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Two weeks later.....

I fall into bed for what seems to be the first time in a while. The atmosphere in the mansion is tense to say the least. Logan and Bobby missing and no contact coming from Muir Island, Professor Xavier missing and presumed highly dangerous, and the small clashes between Emma's students and us are growing more frequent. Scott and Jean has been trying to keep everything under control but the toll on them is clearly visible. I'd like to say that I've been helping but all of my time and energy has been spent trying to help Ali recover her lost memories, though some memories I hope she never recovers.

Every few minutes I look nervously at my cell sitting on the counter. Ali promised that she would call if there was any trouble but still a part of me wanted to follow her into town just so I can be there if something did happen. I shift my gaze away yet again from the cell and leave it lingering on the envelop sitting beside it. It was from my father's attorney, it seems with my father gone I had inherited everything that was his. Among everything was full control over Worthington Labs. The letter states that I have to appear before the fellow board members in three weeks or my position would be considered forfeit and control transferred to them. A part of me wanted nothing to do with it but another part didn't want something that was my father's given to people I don't even know. With a annoyed grunt I push these concerns from my mind for now and look out the window. It was truly a beautiful day and the urge to go flying was intensifying.

"The hell with it...."

I grab the cell and get to my feet strapping the cell to my waist as I head for the large window. I quickly fling open the window and lunge out into the warm afternoon sky.

 

[Mr. Marko]

JOHN SILVERCLOUD - FORGE
Corruption - I

Forge sat down at the table, motioning Anton to do the same. Tandy and Ty both sit down at the table, looks of confusion plastered across their faces. I turned to the officer standing at the door. "We've got it from here."

The officer nodded and closed the door behind him.

I flash a smile at the girls, sipping from a small mug on the table. "Coffee?"

Tandy narrows her brow. "Uh...no thank you."

I turn to Ty. "You?" She shakes her head nervously.

I turn to Anton, who gives me a 'what the hell are you doing' look. I'm loving this. "Alright, here's the deal ladies: we're from a special sector of the government that deals with mutants and metahumans. We need to know what your abilities are, and how you got them."

They both sit silently for a moment. Finally, Ty speaks up. "I'm a mutant, and..."

Suddenly, a voice chimes from Forge's wrist; it was Hermes. "Voice sample collected. Would you like me to upload the simulation to the holodisc and begin, sir?"

Forge smiled at the girls. "Yes, please, Hermes." He pulled a small disc from his pocket and laid it on the table. In a flash, a large dome of light surrounded them, filling as much of the room as possible. With the simulation in place, Forge sighed with relief and deactivated his own hologram, showing his true self. "Sorry for the deception, ladies, but until I could collect a voice sample from each of you my computer couldn't generate a convincing enough simulation to give us time. If anyone other than us enters this field, they will be interacting with a complete simulation," I point to the camera in the corner, "and the same simulation is being transmitted onto their recording devices."

I pause and look at Anton, who has also deactivated his hologram, showing his true self in costume. "You're up."

 

[Venom160]

JOHN SILVERCLOUD - FORGE
Corruption - I

Forge sat down at the table, motioning Anton to do the same. Tandy and Ty both sit down at the table, looks of confusion plastered across their faces. I turned to the officer standing at the door. "We've got it from here."

The officer nodded and closed the door behind him.

I flash a smile at the girls, sipping from a small mug on the table. "Coffee?"

Tandy narrows her brow. "Uh...no thank you."

I turn to Ty. "You?" She shakes her head nervously.

I turn to Anton, who gives me a 'what the hell are you doing' look. I'm loving this. "Alright, here's the deal ladies: we're from a special sector of the government that deals with mutants and metahumans. We need to know what your abilities are, and how you got them."

They both sit silently for a moment. Finally, Ty speaks up. "I'm a mutant, and..."

Suddenly, a voice chimes from Forge's wrist; it was Hermes. "Voice sample collected. Would you like me to upload the simulation to the holodisc and begin, sir?"

Forge smiled at the girls. "Yes, please, Hermes." He pulled a small disc from his pocket and laid it on the table. In a flash, a large dome of light surrounded them, filling as much of the room as possible. With the simulation in place, Forge sighed with relief and deactivated his own hologram, showing his true self. "Sorry for the deception, ladies, but until I could collect a voice sample from each of you my computer couldn't generate a convincing enough simulation to give us time. If anyone other than us enters this field, they will be interacting with a complete simulation," I point to the camera in the corner, "and the same simulation is being transmitted onto their recording devices."

I pause and look at Anton, who has also deactivated his hologram, showing his true self in costume. "You're up."

I take a deep breath and try and put some authority in my voice.

"Ladies your country needs you."

Ty looks from me to Forge and starts laughing.

"What the hell is this crap?"

Man nobody appreciates my acting skills.....

"Look the long and short of it is that there is a big baddie that just came in town and if he isn't stopped this city is gonna suck worse than Rosie O'Donnell at an all you can eat buffet."

"Why can't the Ultimates take care of it? I mean this kind of crap is their jobs."

I shoot a glance toward Forge who seems to be enjoying watching me squirm.

"Their kinda linked to said baddie...."

"Hmph figures."

Tandy leans forward and whispers something in Ty's ear. Ty jerks away and glares at her.

"You gotta be ****ing me!"

Tandy looks at me like shes' burning a hole through me.

[BLACKOUT]"Whats' in it for us?"[/BLACKOUT]

Im alittle taken aback to answer her, her voice sounds somewhat otherworldly. Definitely something I've never heard before.

"I uh have some pull with SHIELD. Help us and I'll try my damnedest to get your criminal records wiped clean."

 

[Lord Doom]

​

SPIDER-MAN: CRIMINAL!​

That's what every paper in Manhattan had plastered against it's front page. I read the article myself, personally, and it sickened me. Apparently the faux Spidey is now the number one suspect in a mugging, which means that his crime spree is far from over. So here I am, in the Ricochet guise, patrolling the streets from the rooftops above for this imposter. Not only because he's giving my former alter-ego a bad name, but I also can't take the chance of Fury putting a bullet in my head for something I didn't have any part of...

Meanwhile, MJ's safe at my house with my Aunt May, who had finally been released from the hospital after her long ordeal because of Norman Osborn. Man am I glad he's out of the way. Him and Harry, because honestly, dealing with a Goblin is the last thing I need right now. I just need to find the fake Spider-Man, turn him inm get home and--



My god! H-Harry!?!

But... I thought he was reformed? I thought he was my friend? Why is he... why? I knew it was too good to be true. No one ever changes. I can't believe I fell for it. Damn Parker luck...

Focus, Rico. Hey, I like that. Rico. I think I finally found the 'Spidey'-esque nickname for this persona. Yeah. Rico...

Anyways... Focus. I'm gonna need to get to work on putting Harry down before he kills anyone else, because telling from the look he has on his scaley face, he's angry enough to burn this whole city block to the ground.

I leapt down from the rooftop and into the street below, standing before the orange Goblin goliath, disks in hand. If this is Harry, he's probably causing all this chaos to get my, or rather Spider-Man's, attention, but what he doesn't know is that he's already got it, he just doesn't know it. He may know I was Spider-Man, but he doesn't know who's under this mask...

"Stop right there, Har--er, Osborn. This ends now!"

Donovan did exactly as the masked person asked.

Meanwhile, Roderick Kingsley watched the encounter from a monitor in his hidden lab.

"Um, sir," one of the scientists began.

"It might not be a good idea to attack this guy yet. The serum hasn't been properly tested yet."

"Then now is a good time to do it."

Donovan listened to his "mother's" command for a second. Then he lifted one of the police vehicles and hurled it at the masked super-hero.

 

[Catman_prb]

Spoiler

"We know who you are Mr. Barton,"

"Who is this?" he asked, puzzlement riddling across his face.

"We know everything about you Mr. Barton,"

"Who the hell are you?"

"And guess what Mr. Barton,"

Clint paused.

"We can see you,"

"...****..."

-BANG-

Clint had lived a very long and varied life. A lot of that time had been spent fighting some of the most hardened creatures known to mankind, and some of the toughest humans to date. However, trying to dodge a bullet is not something that is done easily. His body dropped downwards on instinct, and it was in that split second of movement that the bullet hit.

The bullet hit his neck. He was knocked backwards by the sheer force of it. People all around him screamed as he fell backwards, his hands automatically coming up to his neck. It hurt, badly. He tried to scream, but he could taste blood in his mouth. He moved his hand over his neck, trying to find the bullet wound. It didn't seem to have severed any major arteries, because he wasn't dead yet. But one could never tell.

It seemed to be going dark around him. Lack of oxygen causing him to lose consciousness. The blood pooling around his head was turning cold. He kicked his legs, trying to show some sign of life. He thought he could hear sirens in the distance, but there was a loud ringing in his ears. He gasped, trying to get as much air in his lungs as possible. His eyelids flickered. Stay awake. Stay awake. He rasped. He slept.

He woke in a panic. His eyes opened from the blackness that his mind had been occupying, and the air rushed into his ears. Dark dreams of red haired women disappearing behind translucent veils fled his head, and instead he now focused on the present. The world he was in now was white. He took a deep breath, amazed that there was only a little pain from his neck.

"What the hell?" he whispered.

"You're awake," Fury stated. Clint groaned and blinked. The room swam.

" 's goin' on?" he mumbled, trying to sit up. He was pushed back down into the bed forcefully.

"You got shot. You've been in hospital for about two weeks," Fury said.

"Fantastic," Clint said "And you've been waiting here all this time? How sweet,"

"You've made a remarkable recovery," his superior said "superhuman some would say,"

Clint and Fury stared at each other for a long second.

"Yes," he said in a clipped tone "some would,"

"Anyway, no one has taken responsibility for the assassination attempt," Fury said.

"Any ideas?" Barton croaked.

"Some," Fury said "But I don't have authority to go after them myself,"

"Oh really?" Clint said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. Apparantly Senator Kelly is above the law," Fury said in a dead-pan voice. Barton nodded.

"On a completely seperate note, you've been allocated three weeks R&R off the SHIELD radar," Fury said "I trust you'll use it well,"

Clint nodded "I see," he said. Fury got up to leave, but Clint gripped his wrist, tightly.

"Do you remember when all this was starting up? Just you, me and Natasha with a laptop in a beat up old minivan," he asked. Fury smiled.

"Yeah, I remember,"

"Whatever happened to those days?"

"The world changed,"

 

[Rain Dog]

​

Before long, only Lucia was left, sitting solemnly in her cell. After Beldur was Malkovich and then Velsing and now it was young Lucia’s turn.

“Miss Von Bardas,” I said, entering her cell, “It’s time to join your comrades.”

The guards entered and seized her by the arms. She didn’t resist. She said nothing, only scowled at me as she was taken out of her cell. After navigating our way through many corridors, we found ourselves in one of the main laboratories. Von Barda’s eyes widened as she glanced around the lab, seemingly overwhelmed by the complex machinery and advanced technologies that filled the room.

“Impressed? You should be.”

The guards and I then led her to a slightly smaller room. The walls of this lab were covered with flat screen monitors displaying several of the famed American super humans and mutants, schematics of everything from the Fantasticar to Tony Stark’s armor, and several anatomical diagrams of the human body.

“Are you ready to learn of your higher purpose, Miss Von Bardas?”

She remained silent.

“Look upon these monitors. The ‘Ultimates,’ The ‘Fantastic Four’: America’s special little armies of freaks and monsters. I believe the great Latveria deserves an army of freaks of its own, don’t you?”

“What the hell are you rambling about, Van Damme?”

“Not long ago, I had an agent collect information on the American super soldier serum. We have been experimenting genetic augmentation ever since. We are only a few steps away from super soldiers of our own. And you, Miss Von Bardas, you and your flunkies have had the honor of being selected to be our first batch.”

She was baffled.

“You’re insane. And rest assured, ifI did have super strength or speed or what have you, the first person I’d use them on would be you.”

“Which is why you and your comrades have also been chosen to test another technology,” I said, signaling my servants to enter. The metal doors slid open and in walked two scientists pushing Hans Beldur in a wheel chair.

“Hans? Hans, are you alright!?”

The man did not respond.

“I’m afraid his body didn’t quite take to our ‘augmentation,’ although his mind did just fine. Look, " I said as I tilted his head forward. A metal device with blinking lights was jutting out of the back of his skull.

“What the hell have you done?!”


“Velsing said you found ways to immunize yourselves from the neural microfibers in your tattoos. I thought up of other methods of ‘thought influence,’ this being an effective, though crude one. It also seems to lack the subtlety of my tattoos…”

“Effective? He’s a vegetable!”

“This was merely a prototype. And it was indeed a success. He’s not a complete vegetable. Behold.”

I tilted his head back and tapped his forehead.

“Beldur, what do you think of me? Of this country?”

“I…l-love Doom. I love Latv-veria…” he murmured groggily, “Hail D-Doom. Hail L-Latveria.”

“Good, good. How do you feel Beldur?”

“H-happy. I am happy,” he whispered as an eery grin slowly crept across his face.

I smile and look up at Von Bardas, her face overcome with horror.

“I assure you, the others fared much better. Are you ready to meet them?”

​

 

[Venom160]

Two weeks later.....

I fall into bed for what seems to be the first time in a while. The atmosphere in the mansion is tense to say the least. Logan and Bobby missing and no contact coming from Muir Island, Professor Xavier missing and presumed highly dangerous, and the small clashes between Emma's students and us are growing more frequent. Scott and Jean has been trying to keep everything under control but the toll on them is clearly visible. I'd like to say that I've been helping but all of my time and energy has been spent trying to help Ali recover her lost memories, though some memories I hope she never recovers.

Every few minutes I look nervously at my cell sitting on the counter. Ali promised that she would call if there was any trouble but still a part of me wanted to follow her into town just so I can be there if something did happen. I shift my gaze away yet again from the cell and leave it lingering on the envelop sitting beside it. It was from my father's attorney, it seems with my father gone I had inherited everything that was his. Among everything was full control over Worthington Labs. The letter states that I have to appear before the fellow board members in three weeks or my position would be considered forfeit and control transferred to them. A part of me wanted nothing to do with it but another part didn't want something that was my father's given to people I don't even know. With a annoyed grunt I push these concerns from my mind for now and look out the window. It was truly a beautiful day and the urge to go flying was intensifying.

"The hell with it...."

I grab the cell and get to my feet strapping the cell to my waist as I head for the large window. I quickly fling open the window and lunge out into the warm afternoon sky.

OOC: Just to give you a taste of the song
[YT]http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=y2kEx5BLoC4[/YT]

I blink in the bright the lights, my eyes adjusting slowly. I take a deep breath to wash away the fear that always threatens to overwhelm me at moments like this. In a way I enjoy the rush of that fear, it makes me feel alive.

The place is a dive, but not far from the mansion and with a pretty good audience on a weekend. I used to be a rising star on the punk rock music scene...it wasn't hard to get a gig in some local bar. I start the opening beat on my acoustic. My voice comes easy and smooth, I feel at home finally after weeks of barely recognising my own name.

"Gimme one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Because I don't want leave you lonely

But you got to make me change my mind"

The drummer kicks in.

"Baby, I got your number

Ooooh and I know that you got mine

...You know that I called you

I called too many times...

You can call me, baby

you can call me anytime

But you got to call me"

My minds been hazy, remembering stupid little things like how when I was five I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet. It makes me angry, when I just want to recognise the face of the man I'm supposed to be engaged to.

"Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Said I don't want leave you lonely

Yooou got to make me change my mind"

Being on stage is actually the first time I haven't felt strange ever since that day in the 'med-lab'. I get hazy flash backs of being ill, people talking and shouting. The first few days are a blur. Warren filled me in on some important facts, it helped a little and some memory returned, but so far only old ones from growing up, some from being in the band. I even remember the day I first used my powers.

"I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I just want someone to hold me

Oooh and rock me through the night"

The rest of the gig goes smooth and what little audience there is seem happy enough. I end up sitting at the bar with a smoke. I don't want to go back to the mansion just yet, preferring the dank atmosphere of the bar to the tension and drama of that place. So many people stuffed in there, all with their own problems and worries. Not a good vibe. I don't know if I want to go back ever, I don't feel like I belong. I wish I could remember if I belonged before.
​

I eventually find myself flying above town not surprisingly far from the bar/club that Ali and I used to frequently hang out at. It's really no use I guess, even when I'm trying to give her some space I still end up by her side.....

Circling slowly above the bar I finally make up my mind and come in for a landing. I land harder than I intend and scare a couple as they stumble out onto the sidewalk.

"Sorry..."

The guy mumbles something about mutants and starts to wobble down the street. I quickly press my wings to my back and walk inside the club to hear Ali's voice.

"Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Said I don't want leave you lonely

Yooou got to make me change my mind"

Needless to say I'm very taken aback. It's been a long time sense I heard Ali sing, I didn't realize how much I missed it.

"I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I just want someone to hold me

Oooh and rock me through the night"

As the song comes to a close the crowd starts to applaud. Ali smiles brightly and jumps off the stage heading for the bar. I wait until Ali has a drink in hand and lit up a cigarette before I take a seat beside her.

"Excuse me miss could I get an autograph?"

 

[Mr. Marko]

THE OTHER SPIDER-MAN

Last night...

It seemed like he had been Spider-Man forever. Swinging high above New York City, he could see everything. The city was his playground. Swing after swing he soared above the city, listening intently for the sound of someone in danger. He swung high above the buildings and landed hard on the roof of a nearby apartment complex.

"Pretty quiet night, Spidey. Too quiet." He gazed down to an alley below, noticing man walking into the alley, three men following him. "Well I'll be damned." He fired a web from his wrist and launched himself toward the scene.

Before he could do anything, one of the men ran up behind him and struck him hard over the head, knocking him out cold and sending his body slumping onto the cold pavement. "That'll teach ya to mess with-"

Suddenly, a glob of webbing struck him hard in the face, knocking him down and blocking off his air. Spider-Man somesaulted in the air and landed on his feet. "Whoops, sorry pal. I was aiming for your junk." He turned around, coming face-to-face with the other two men. "Let me impart some of my knowledge from being a superhero for so long. Three against one is only an advantage if you are the X-Men, or the Fantastic Four, or someone like that. Otherwise you just become a projectile."

One of the men looked a him in confusion. "Projec-?" Before he could finish his word, a web had struck him in the chest and he had been flung into his friend and into the brick wall, knocking both of them out.

Spidey turned around, the third mugger long gone down the opposite end of the alley. He chuckled. "Wuss." Bending over, he noticed the man waking up. "You gonna be alright pal?"

The man groaned, barely conscious. "I..."

Suddenly, four police cars flew past the alley, sirens blaring. Spidey turned to the man. "Look, there's a hospital a block away if you need help. I've gotta run." With that, he fired a webline and swung back into the streets.

Today...

Spider-Man Threatens Another Civillian
​

Spider-Man hung upside down from a lamp post, enfuriated by the paper he was reading. "What?! Come ON!"

Arthur Hyde reported that he was walking down an alley in downtown New York when he was struck in the back of the head and knocked unconscious. When EMS personnel found him after an anonymous 911 phone call, the only thing in sight was the vigilante's trademark webbing.

"All I can remember," Hyde says, "is seeing his shadow take off after saying something to me before I blacked out again."

This is the most recent of several alleged attacks on civillians by Spider-Man, as well as his apparent involvement in a bank robbery two weeks ago.
​

Spider-Man tossed the paper to the streets below. "That is total bulls***! Can't a guy try and do some good?" He fired a webline to a nearby lampost and swung into the city, determined to prove himself."

 

[Blacklight]

Donovan did exactly as the masked person asked.

Meanwhile, Roderick Kingsley watched the encounter from a monitor in his hidden lab.

"Um, sir," one of the scientists began.

"It might not be a good idea to attack this guy yet. The serum hasn't been properly tested yet."

"Then now is a good time to do it."

Donovan listened to his "mother's" command for a second. Then he lifted one of the police vehicles and hurled it at the masked super-hero.

My spider-sense flared when the Hobgoblin chucked the car at me, so I ducked underneath, leaving an opening for me to toss the disks I had prepared between my fingers.

The whizzing noise they made was all too familiar to hear, and so was the booms the small explosions made when the collided with Osborn's hide.

"Osborn, stop! You don't want to do this."

 

[Noon]

I eventually find myself flying above town not surprisingly far from the bar/club that Ali and I used to frequently hang out at. It's really no use I guess, even when I'm trying to give her some space I still end up by her side.....

Circling slowly above the bar I finally make up my mind and come in for a landing. I land harder than I intend and scare a couple as they stumble out onto the sidewalk.

"Sorry..."

The guy mumbles something about mutants and starts to wobble down the street. I quickly press my wings to my back and walk inside the club to hear Ali's voice.

"Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Gimme me one reason to stay here

And I'll turn right back around

Said I don't want leave you lonely

Yooou got to make me change my mind"

Needless to say I'm very taken aback. It's been a long time sense I heard Ali sing, I didn't realize how much I missed it.

"I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I don't want no one to squeeze me

They might take away my life

I just want someone to hold me

Oooh and rock me through the night"

As the song comes to a close the crowd starts to applaud. Ali smiles brightly and jumps off the stage heading for the bar. I wait until Ali has a drink in hand and lit up a cigarette before I take a seat beside her.

"Excuse me miss could I get an autograph?"

"Jeez!" I jump as I turn around, surprised by the company.

"Don't sneak up on a girl like that."

I turn back to the bar as he settles beside me on a bar stool.

"I have to say the wings are not the most subtle in a place like this." I glance at the guys playing pool who are giving us some looks.
​

 

[Lord Doom]

My spider-sense flared when the Hobgoblin chucked the car at me, so I ducked underneath, leaving an opening for me to toss the disks I had prepared between my fingers.

The whizzing noise they made was all too familiar to hear, and so was the booms the small explosions made when the collided with Osborn's hide.

"Osborn, stop! You don't want to do this."

Donovan hurled fire-ball after fire-ball at the costumed man, but he continued to dodge them.

"Good lord, he's fast," the scientist next to Kingsley remarked.

Kingsley, himself, merely studied the scene.

Donovan roared in frustration, his efforts to burn the costumed being proving useless, and leaped at the disk-thrower. The masked individual dodged most of the assualt, but a luck proved to be Donovan's ally as he managed to snag the stranger's ankle.

"DIE!" Donovan roared as he hurled the masked man staight into the ground.

 

[Matt Murdock]

​

"Do you know where you are, Edward?"

Know where I am? Of course I know where I am. I'm not stupid. I'm in th -- Prison. Heaven. Hell. Welcome. Population: You.

A psychiatrist sits across from me. A pane of glass is all that separates the two of us. My cell is adequately lit, but is hardly comfortable in any other regard.

"Yes."

The psychiatrist smiles warmly. He doesn't know what's going on in my head. He can never know. If he knew, he'd kill us. Kill me. He says he cares. He doesn't.

Lies. Scum.[blackout]Popcorn. [/blackout]Popcorn sounds nice.[blackout]I'd like to see my father. [/blackout]Your father is dead. [blackout] So is Thomas Jefferson.[/blackout]


"And where are you?"

What a condescending prick.

We should rip off his head.[blackout]His head would taste nice. [/blackout]Blood too.[blackout]Liver. [/blackout] Chianti. Fava Beans. Mask. Spider-Man. Parker. Kill.

"The Triskellion."

Home of The Ultimates.

Fury. Patches. Dodgeball. Rubber. Gwen. Hot.

"Mmmhm. Interesting. Do you know how you got here?"

Yes. But I don't want to talk about it.
Lizard. Connors. Parker. Hate. Kill.

"I do. I'd like to see my father now, please."

My father is dead. I think.

"I'm sorry, Edward. That won't be possible."

He won't let me.

He should make it possible. [blackout]TEAR OFF YOUR FLESH.[/blackout] Stop it. Breathe. Relax. [blackout]Can't keep me out, Eddie. [/blackout] Yes, I can. Stop it. Keep it quiet now. I'm not something to fear. I'm not a monster. [blackout]You are. You are and you know it. You want to kill . You need to.[/blackout] I don't. It's not true. [blackout] It's true. You know it is. You like me. You like us.[/blackout]

"Stop it."

"Stop what, Edward? Talking about your father, Edward Brock Sr.?"

"DON'T YOU EVER SAY HI[blackout]S NAME![/blackout]"

When the monster tears itself out of my gut, out of my eyes, out of my mouth... It's like nothing I've felt before. Glass can't hold it, steel can't stop it, no handcuffs can contain it. It's unstoppable... It's unstoppable, and it's hungry.

SMASH!