Ultimate Central TPB

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 54 (Control)

Comsopolis

Moonmaster waited until the crowds around the police station calmed down. It was about seven o'clock, and the sun was slowly setting in the background when he finally made his move. Sneaking along the edge of the alleyway, he leapt into the air. Halfway through his jump, he transformed, allowing more of his wolf to show, giving him more abilities, and higher strength. The roof was easily leapt on to, and Moonmaster snuck across the rooftop, spying on the two guards that were on lookout.

Crap, thought Moonmaster, Neither of these people are acting like guards should…

Both guards were at attention, and vigilantly going about their guard duties. And too Moonmaster, they smelt wrong, not like regular humans, but not like people with powers as well, just simply different.

He didn't have time to wonder about it though; he quickly snuck up to one of them, came up behind him, and pulled him to the side. The Guard slammed into the roof with little noise, and it knocked him out. Moonmaster, tossing the body to side, snuck around to the second guard. Here he had to cross some distance before he fought the man, and knew he wasn't going to be able to sneak up on him like the last one. He waited for the man to look in the other direction, and then he charged, and by the time the man looked back at him, Moonmaster was in mid-leap. He landed on top of the guard, his increased weight from his transformation knocking the guard out on impact. Moonmaster gently lowered him to the rooftop, and looked for a handy vent to use to sneak inside. He pried open a vent, and climbed inside of it, shuffling off into the police station.

On the street below, two individuals were in the middle of a conversation.

Baxter: The sun almost has set UltimateDJF, let's stop here for ice cream
UltimateDJF: UltimateDJF wants Road Rocky!
Baxter: Its Rocky road you know
UltimateDJF: ROAD ROCKY!
Baxter: Fine, let's go order some Road Rocky for you, and see where that gets us.
UltimateDJF: Happy, with ice cream in our stomach.

Ultimate Houde and Skotti are in danger of being transported to the Red Star. Moonmaster, failing to get an interview with the captured member, the Watcher, gets ready to sneak into the police station to rescue him. Rene and Ultimate Bigby work on the transporter to try to save both Watcher and Ultimate Houde, but will they be able too? And how will Widdle_Wade and Ultimate Quicksilver deal with their new roles as leaders of a small country?

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Control
Volume 7, Issue 54, By Ultimate Houde​

Doc Comic's Mansion

The two Centralites labored over Doc Computer's insides, rewiring, hacking, rewriting codecs, slowly getting the machine to be able to transport them, but it wasn't happening fast enough.

Ultimate Bigby: We need to use this thing
Rene: It's untested…
Ultimate Bigby: And I realize our molecules may be strewn all over the place, but we need to get going.
Rene: Fine, I'll go to Pholus to rescue Houde, you go to Comsopolis to get Watcher.
Ultimate Bigby: Right, let's do this.

Grabbing a beacon, each of them hit their coordinates on the computer, and pressed the transport button.

They disappeared.

Once the disappeared, Doc Computer reactivated.

Doc Computer: I know you are there, identitfy yourself.

A shadow figure walked up to the computer, and sat down at the chair. His face, hidden in shadow, regarded the screens, and touched the keyboard.

Doc Computer: Taking security measure…..

The shadowy figure moved his lips, no sound came out.

Doc Computer: ID confirmed, voice analysis complete, welcome to Doc Computer.
Shadow Figure: Time to see the world, through your eyes I think.

The monitors showed various things, flipping through them quickly and efficiently.

Shadow Figure: Hmm, I wonder if Rene and Ultimate Bigby knew that they basically made me an outlet for my powers. I should thank them the next time I see them.

Pholus

General: Stop pretending your asleep girl, we are here to speak with you.

Skotti opened her eyes to regard the General.
Skotti: I was enjoying a peaceful time for sleep and reflection, there's no reason to yell.

Skotti heard Ultimate Scarlet Witch laugh. She turned and regarded her.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Hello Skotti, I'm Ultimate Scarlet..
Skotti: Let me guess, Skank? Nice fishnets by the way, where did you get them, in the 80's along with the rest of your wardrobe?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: I talked to your boyfriend yesterday
Skotti: And?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Interesting…General leave us.
General: I don't think you should talk to her alone.
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: General, please, if I recall I saved your life yesterday, if Ultimate Houde had one more second on you, I think he probably would have snapped your neck.

General stared at her, and Skotti grinned.

Skotti: We are just going to talk about girl stuff, like the new stores at the mall, and the latest fashions.

He scowled, and walked out, locking the door behind him. Skotti turned back at Ultimate Scarlet Witch.

Skotti: Good, he's gone, and I'm sure as hell I could take you out quickly…
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: I doubt that, your boyfriend wasn't able too, and he's been at this much longer than you darling.
Skotti: What did you do to him?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: I can see it in your eyes, you love him, don't you…
Skotti: Of course I do.
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: He doesn't refer to you in that way, hell, he makes sure people know you two are just friends.
Skotti: He's complicated.
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Aren't they all?

Sounds erupted from the hallway, screams, shouts, other sounds of pursuit.

Skotti: What's going on?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: His name was DIrishB. We were never really on the same team, never really saw eye to eye, but we had something…special between us. I see that in you two.
Skotti: What are you talking about?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: I'm a manipulator, in my powers, and it's basically who I am. But, whenever I was with DIrishB, I never manipulated him though I could have. I let him choose, and he always chose his friends.
Skotti: You were in love?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Yes, I've already said that.

The screaming outside the door stopped, and the door handle moved. The General staggered in, and then, fell down.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Hello Bigby.

Ultimate Bigby walked in and looked around.

Ultimate Bigby: What the hell? Rene was supposed to be here.
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: I guess your teleporter doesn't work as well as you thought.
Ultimate Bigby: What do you want Witch? And how do you know about the teleporter?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Nothing from you.

She turned to Skotti.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Love is needed in this world you know, love and hope.

The bracelet inhibiting Skotti's powers falls off her wrist. Just then, Ultimate Houde bursts through the door, holding his two swords, and also, didn't have a bracelet on his wrist.

Ultimate Houde: Skotti? You okay? Bigby, what are you doing here? What the hell is going on? My swords just sort of appeared out of nowhere, and the bracelet fell off…
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Obviously the General wasn't too smart about holding you guys hostage, was he? Well….no matter now. It's not my fault if he is a complete ***, now is it?

She smiled, and then, disappeared on the spot in a flash of smoke and light.

Ultimate Houde's swung one of his sword wrapped in fire, and sliced cleanly through the bars of Skotti's cell. She stepped through and he gave her a quick hug.

Ultimate Houde: Bigby, what's going on?
Ultimate Bigby: I think we have friends in high places Houde. We need to get to Comsopolis, but I'm afraid to use the damn teleporter, I think it only worked because of luck last time….
Ultimate Houde: One trip to Cosmopolis, coming up.

Ultimate Houde swung his swords, opening a portal. Ultimate Bigby gave him a look.

Ultimate Bigby: Is that Marvelman's sword?
Ultimate Houde: Long story, save it for later. Skotti this is Bigby, he's a friend.
Skotti: Pleasure to meet you, but let's save those for later, shall we?
Ultimate Houde: Agreed, let's get hopping.

They jumped through the portal.

Cosmopolis

Moonmaster felt funny, like something was wrong, something was interfering with his senses. Shaking it off as nerves, he opened the vent, and dropped into the hallway. Landing quietly, he snuck to the outer cell door and listened for guards, not hearing any he tried to smell, and also nothing came up.

Weird, it's as if no one is here, not even Watcher….

Moonmaster opened the door, and stepped into the cells. Sure enough he saw Watcher, but he looked different somehow, like he was changed. But when Moonmaster sniffed, he still smelled nothing. Growling, he spoke.

Moonmaster: Watcher, is that you?

The person in the cells looked at him, and smiled. He was small, a tiny person who looked like he had no muscles. A visor was over his eyes, which glinted the light in an odd strange way.

Person: Hello Moonmaster.
Moonmaster: You're not Watcher…are you?
Person: Oh no, I'm a trap you see. I'm what the Watcher was in 616 Central. I can affect your perceptions on the world are. I control what you see, I control what you hear, I control what you feel, I control what you taste, and I control what you smell Moonmaster. I do not Watch the world go by, I am the Controller, AND I CONTROL THE PEOPLE IN IT!

Standing up, the cell doors of the cell he was in blew open.

Moonmaster: Great, E has more flunkies I don't know about. How many of these guys does he have!

Moonmaster rushed in, but the floor felt weird, as if he was running on foam, the texture was off, his equilibrium screwed up, and Moonmaster feel down, straight into the oncoming fist of the Controller. He flew backwards, and into the opposing wall.

Moonmaster: A bit strong are you?
Controller: Yes, you could say that.

Rushing forward the Controller slammed more fists into Moonmaster, the wall buckled, and Moonmaster went through it, knocking him outside into the street. The Controller stepped through the hole.

Controller: I control your senses Moonmaster, I control what you feel. I could be hitting you as light as a feather, and you feel like it's a ten ton weight slamming into you.

Moonmaster coughed up some blood, and smiled wickedly.

Moonmaster: Well, lets see how well I work without them then, shall I?

Standing up, he got ready to pounce, when the world went dark.

Controller: You can't see me, can you Moonmaster? I can see you though.

Another punch sent Moonmaster sailing, and through the plate glass window of the ice cream shop across the street.

UltimateDJF: I WANT ROAD…what, who dared interrupt UltimateDJF's rant?

Baxter and UltimateDJF were ordering ice cream, but that was interrupted when Moonmaster went through the window. Baxter rushed over to him.

Baxter: Moonmaster, you okay? What's going on?
Moonmaster: That guy packs a punch, he just sent me through a wall, across the street, and through this window. But landing on this Road Rocky felt nice.
UltimateDJF: See, Moonmaster liked Road Rocky too!
Moonmaster: I think I need to take a nap now..

And the werewolf superhero blacked out. Baxter looked through the window at the oncoming figure of the Controller.

Baxter: Well, I don't think he's a good guy. UltimateDJF, we have company.
UltimateDJF: Does he threaten my Road Rocky?
Baxter: No, he threatens your friends.

UltimateDJF gave him a stern look.

UltimateDJF: No one threatens UltimateDJF's FRIENDS! ULTIMATE DJF SMASH!

He jumped out the store window, and ran towards the Controller. Baxter followed, growing with each step.

Controller: Well, here's a surprise, the big green idiot, and the stupid giant who followed the Emperor like a little puppy. Have you two come to show your allegiance?


UltimateDJF answered for them, closing the distance quicker than expected and swinging his fist. It connected with Controller's head, but he hardly moved. UltimateDJF threw several more punches, but hardly caused anything to happen.

Controller: I hardly felt those.

He raised his hand and punched UltimateDJF in the chest, causing the green behemoth to move back several feet. Controller followed this up by jumping towards UltimateDJF, who was holding his chest and moaning. But before Controller could deliver his jump kick, he was caught in midair by Baxter.

Baxter: Time to put on the squeeze.

South America

Widdle_Wade and Ultimate Quicksilver both were sitting in the castle, staring at the countryside, all dramatic like. This tension that existed in the air would be dispelled shortly though, but that's in a few moments.

Ultimate Quicksilver: So, when we leaving?
Widdle_Wade: It feels nice, doesn't it? I mean, we've been on the run for the past two months, making our way across the globe, and we finally found one place we can hide.
Ultimate Quicksilver: We did? You forgot, there are two vengeful people out there with powers of their own, and they most likely, will do something stupid like go the Emperor, and telling him all about us. And we two can't fight a war against him, we'll get 'banned' in a minute, and you know it.
Widdle_Wade: What if we found more individuals?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Won't work, we tried that, with everyone we had before, and failed miserably. We are better off being on our own Widdle_Wade. Maybe if we find Dr.Strangefate…
Widdle_Wade: That psycho? I don't think so.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Did you forget, that psycho has saved the world before, and he plans to do it again. He's probably waiting for us to find him again.
Widdle_Wade: Where have you been going some nights? Don't think I don't see you leave for a few.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Now's not the time…

Then, a sound of a fart interrupted them.

Widdle_Wade: Never heard you fart before.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Usually my farts are so fast they break the speed of sound…I thought that one was you…
Voice: Excuse me..I did have beans recently

Ultimate Quicksilver and Widde_Wade looked over to find Iceshadow standing against a wall, flanking him on either side was Shadowprime and Blacksword.

Iceshadow: Meet the two newest E-men.
Shadowprime: And all we had to do was exchange your freedoms for our right to be on E's exclusive team.

Ultimate Quicksilver's eyes burned with hatred when he looked at Iceshadow.

Ultimate Quicksilver: YOU TRAITOR!

He went to move, but instead, found himself stuck to the floor. Looking down he saw Shadowprime's shadow on his own. Widdle_Wade was in the same predictament.

Iceshadow: Not happy to see me? It's so sad…

He extended his hand, and froze the two Centralites in pillars of ice. Shadowprime brought his shadow back to himself.

Shadowprime: Well, that was easy…
Iceshadow: YOU FOOL! Keep the shadow on them!

But it was too late, once the shadow retracted, Ultimate Quicksilver could move again, and vibrating at high frequency, he caused the ice around him to splinter, then shatter, sending shards going everywhere. He then repeated this process, freeing Widdle_Wade.

Ultimate Quicksilver: I'll get you another time Iceshadow.

He then bolted, with Widdle_Wade, out an open door.

Cosmopolis

Baxter was perplexed, he knew someone was between his fingers, but he had no idea why he wasn't feeling them. He still kept the pressure on though, and failed to notice the slim body of the Controller slip through his closed hands, and crashed down on his foot, making himself feel like he weighed ten tons. Baxter's foot registered the pain, and he screamed. Baxter started to jump up and down on one foot, screaming in pain.

Controller: You killed Clan Baxter didn't you? The Emperor was mad about that one.

He went to punch Baxter in the foot once more, but was intercepted by Moonmaster, who tackled him at high speeds. The two of them careened across the pavement, Controller on the bottom, Moonmaster on the top. Moonmaster banged Controller's head off the pavement a few times. Each time it hit, Moonmaster heard a satisfying sound.
Controller: Why does Doggie fight me?
Moonmaster: What?
Controller: Why do you hit UltimateDJF? I help you.
Monnmaster: Oh crap, I'm sorry man, Controller must be screwing with my eyes…
Controller: Actually, he's screwing with your ears.

Controller sucker punched Moonmaster, sending him backwards into the air, and roughly hitting the ground.

Controller: Even with the unexpected assistance Moonmaster, you are doomed, you were the moment you saw the news report, I control your destiny.

He held up Moonmaster by the throat, squeezing ever so slightly.

Controller: And now you die.

Moonmaster struggled for breath, but he felt like there was a huge pressure on his chest, making it harder and harder to breath.

Baxter: Don't count us down yet.

Controller turned to look at UltimateDJF and Baxter, as they both got closer to help out Moonmaster.

Controller: Amusing gnats.

He cut off all their senses to both of the powerhouses. Both men collapsed, as they could no longer see, hear, taste, or feel the Earth anymore.

Controller: And now Moonmaster, let's get back to your death, shall we?

As the Controller held him up in the air in one hand again, he got a surprise. A pink energy spear went through his arm, severing it, cutting it off the elbow. The Controller screamed in response, having felt pain he had no control over for the first time in his life. Suddenly Moonmaster could breath again, UltimateDJF and Baxter could see, hear, taste and feel once more, and the world came into focus. The Controller screamed in pain, unable to concentrate anymore. Moonmaster, his wolf form taking over, went to town on Controller, slashing him, clawing him, biting him, and the Controller fell to the onslaught. Breathing heavy, Moonmaster relinquished his assault.

Ultimate Bigby: You're welcome.
Moonmaster: Thanks.

He turned his head to see Ultimate Bigby, Ultimate Houde, and Skotti standing there. Baxter and UltimateDJF came up behind Moonmaster, and stood near him.

Ultimate Bigby: I suggest we leave here shortly.
Moonmaster: This is my home, I'll never leave.
Ultimate Bigby: And you just trashed it's police station, and most of the downtown area of it. The locals, in their current frame of mind, won't like that.
Baxter: He does have a point, you should look at it.

Moonmaster gazed at the devastation that he had caused fighting Controller. Buildings were in ruins, the street was destroyed, and the police station was nothing more than three walls.

And one of them collapsed.

Moonmaster: You have a place to go too?

Ultimate Houde cut a hole in reality, and the gates of Doc Comic's Mansion were there.

The panda-shark in a hazmat suit tried to ineffectively get a piece of bamboo into it's mouth on the grounds.

Ultimate Bigby: It takes some getting use to. Listen, you don't have to stay, just listen to what we have to say about things. Baxte,r UltimateDJF, you're allowed to come too.
Baxter: Oh well, I feel like trying to get this hero thing right for once.
UltimateDJF: DOGGY!

He ran through the portal to hug the panda-shark.

Moonmaster: Alright, I'll hear what you have to say.

And they went through the portal, leaving the Controller to bleed to death. Ultimate Scarlet Witch appeared next him in a flash.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: You six one sixer's are really nothing to brag about, you know that?

She disappeared with him.

Somewhere in the Midwest

Iceman and Hawkeye101, following the conveniently placed signs, the fixed bridges, the disarmed traps, arrived to their destination.

A shining gold gauntlet was there, covered in encrusted sapphires, and looking quite extravagant. Iceman ran over to the platform, and picked it up, putting it on.

Iceman: It fits me perfectly.

Hawkeye101, while not the sharpest knife in the drawer, knew something was up.

Hawkeye101: Up, this is all odd, the signs, the map mailed to you, and now the gauntlet fitting perfectly…
Iceman: The Gauntlet. Of Awesomeness!
Hawkeye101: Something about this is all strange.
Iceman: Hey…something just slipped onto my wrist…

Taking off the gauntlet, Iceman looked at the bracelet that slipped onto his wrist. It was non-descript, a grayish color and uncomfortably tight..

Iceman: Not my bag, but hey, maybe you need it to control the gauntlet. Let's get going Hawkeye101.

They left, following the way they came in, and when they exited, Hawkeye101 finally figured out what was going on.

An army of trolls was waiting for them.

Hawkeye101: Oh crap….
Iceman: No worries Hawkeye101, I can take them all with my GAUNTLET OF AWESOMENESS!

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 55 (The Gauntless of Awesomeness)

Somewhere in America

It was a café in the middle of the desert, aptly named the Last Chance Café. It was here that Ultimate Quicksilver finally stopped running, collapsing into the desert sand, panting. Widdle_Wade, his body reforming after it's horribly meeting with air friction, scowled.

Widdle_Wade: Who knew what I picked up during that trip. And next time, warn me before you go all supersomic.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Shut *pant* up
Widdle_wade: Whatever, I need to pee, and hopefully this place has antibacterial soap.

The two of them entered the café, and saw the one waitress, an older lady, a gentlemen at the bar smoking a cigar, watching the news, and the cook, who coughed into the food every now and then. The Gentlemne turned to look at them, he was dressed in a brown suit, his white hair was untidy, and he had a paintbrush in his suit pocket.

Gentlemen: Hello strangers, you should try the coffee, tastes like dog piss.
Widde_Wade: Bathroom?
Gentlemen: I wouldn't use it, still haven't mopped it yet this decade.
Widdle_Wade: Oh god that's disgusting…
Ultimate Quicksilver: I need grub, no matter how bad it looks.
Widdle_Wade: Fine, just don't expect me to enjoy it.

The two of them sat down to eat some food. They made their orders, and waited patiently. The food was delivered, and eaten pretty quickly as the two of them had expended lots of energy as of late. As they waited for the bill, the Gentlemen smoking the cigar wandered over to them.

Gentlemen: You boys have powers, don't ya?
Ultimate Quicksilver: I could kill him
Widdle_Wade: I could too
Gentlemen: I wouldn't, I got wind of some juicy information for the two of you. You know of an Iceman and Hawkeye101?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Ya
Widdle_Wade: What's it to you?
Gentlemen: Well, the Emperor laid out a trap for them, and they fell for it hook line and sinker.
Ultimate Quicksilver: What do we care?

Widdle_Wade actually spoke with concern

Widdle_Wade: Where?
Gentlemen: It's only about a few miles from here. Rumor has it some generals are there too, a couple of new guys.
Ultimate Quicksilver: How do you know of all this?
Widdle_Wade: We should go and help em
Ultimate Quicksilver: Why? Seriously, it seems like they are screwed no matter what we do. Have them help themselves.
Widdle_Wade: They would help us
Ultimate Quicksilver: They are good guys, we are bad guys, must I tell you the difference?
Widdle_Wade: I never wanted to be a bad guy? Did you?
Ultimate Quicksilver: No idea, I just like robbing banks for the money, so I guess ya
Widdle_Wade: We should still go, and show the Emperor we don't screw around.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Well, now your talking my language. Let's go.

They were gone in a few minutes. The silver-haired Gentlemen grinned, and sat back down at the bar.

Waitress: Now Jonnyfreeze, you never cease to amaze me. You hate them abominations, but you just helped some out.
Jonnyfreeze: An old tactic of war Dolores, you have your enemies fight each other, so when you swoop in, it's like taking candy from a baby.

He chuckled, and took out his paintbrush to do the crossword puzzle in front of him.

Iceman and Hawkeye101 are in the middle of a trap.

Nuff said


Doc Comic's Mansion

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Gauntlet of Awesomeness
Volume 7, Issue 55, By Ultimate Houde​

Doc Comic's Mansion

Ultimate Houde had just closed the portal behind him when alarms went off like crazy around them. Ultimate Bigby scowled, and rushed into the mansion, the other following except for UltimateDJF, who was busy trying to get the panda-shark out of it's hazmat suit.

Ultimate Houde: What's going on?
Ultimate Bigby: Me and Rene rigged this place to set off alarms if the Emperor was going to move against any Centralite.
Moonmaster: Neat-o

They turned to corner to see Doc Computer in all its glory. The massive computer screen was lit up, several smaller screens shuffled through various scenes of the world in rapid sucession, and it the middle was one man, hidden in shadow.

Ultimate Bigby: I see you made it okay
Shadowy Figure: Of course I did.

Turning around, the figure was revealed to be Watcher, smiling.

Watcher: Your direction were pretty precise afterall. This computer, you made it to recognize my ability, and now, wherever it sees, I can sense. Still learning how it works, but it's good.
Ultimate Bigby: What's the alarm about?

Watcher turned around, and hit a button on the screen, which showed Iceman and Hawkeye101 standing there, surrounded by countless number of trolls, and three of E's Generals, Iceshadow, and two people they didn't recognize.

Baxter: That's definitely Iceshadow, but the other two, no idea.
Ultimate Bigby: Where is this?
Watcher: It's the Midwest, and the middle of nowhere. I have no idea what they are doing out there, but they are surrounded, and probably going to get creamed.
Ultimate Bigby: Houde, can you port out there?
Ultimate Houde: Sure, why not, I'm having fun being your ***** today
Ultimate Bigby: Good, are all of you in for helping these guys?
Moonmaster: Works for me.
Baxter: Whenever I have a chance to stick it to E, I plan too.
Skotti: I go where Houde goes.
Ultimate Bigby: Then, let's do this, Watcher, I have no idea where Rene ended up, search for him to see if you can find him.
Watcher Aye aye captain.

Ultimate Houde sliced a hole in reality, and the heroes jumped through.

Watcher looked at a screen.

Watcher: Is he playing fetch with the panda-shark?

One of his screens showed UltimateDJF tossing the bamboo across the yard, and the panda-shark merrily chasing after it.

Watcher: He is a strange boy.

Somewhere in the Mid-West

Iceman: Now, behold the AWESOMITY GAUNTLET!

Iceman dramatically raised his hand, and then looked on in dismay as the Gauntlet fell apart in his hands.

Iceman: Wait…what?
Voice: HA! Knew you were stupid enough to fall for it
Iceman: Iceshadow?
Iceshadow: Yup. Prepare to meet your doom Iceman and Hawkeye101. You two are chumps anyways. I doubt we need even half these trolls to take care of you.
Iceman: Oh yeah?

Iceman concentrated, intent on turning the trolls to ice, but instead, nothing happened. The bracelet on his arm grew hot to the touch, but that was it.

Iceman: What?

Hawkeye101 fitted five arrows to his bow, and pulled back. He fired them at Iceshadow, but they were enveloped in a purple energy blast, being evaporated. Hawkeye101 frowned, and went to move to fit some more arrows, but found he couldn't move. Looking down, he saw a shadow connecting him to someone in the crowd. The person was holding a dagger, and smiled, waving obnoxiously.

Iceman: No…
Iceshadow: Any last words?

A sonic boom was heard as numerous trolls were blown backwards. Shadowprime, Iceshadow and Blacksword were all thrown back a couple feet, and a panting Ultimate Quicksilver stood in the middle.

Ultimate Quicksilver: Lembram de mim? Sou o cara que chutou o rabo de vocês nas ultimas duas vezes.
Iceshadow: Damn him, what are you doing here?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Well, merely being a distraction.

Iceshadow turned around in time to see a grenade get lobbed in his direction. Freezing it Iceshadow stopped it from going off.

Widdle_Wade: Seriously, out of all the things you could have said in Spanish, you say it in English.
Ultimate Quicksilver: For the last time, it's Brazilian!

He sped forward, intent on hitting Iceshadow, but instead, he tripped over a condensed purple beam. Skidding across the ground, he looked over at Blacksword, whose beam had become as solid as a whip.

Widdle_Wade meanwhile engaged both Iceshadow and Shadowprime. He was too busy dodging than to put up a good fight other than some random bullets. This left Hawkeye101 to deal with the multitude of trolls, as Iceman tried to get the bracelet off. Shooting arrow after arrow into the oncoming horde, they all found their mark. Reaching back for an arrow, Hawkeye101's hand came up empty.

Hawkeye101: Damn….

He backed up as the trolls came closer to him. Meanwhile, Ultimate Quicksilver had less luck trying to penetrate the defenses of Blacksword, who was using his energy manipulations in ways that perplexed the speedster. Ultimate Quicksilver, thinking he had an opening, went to move forward. But it was a trap, as his foot was stuck, and he went down, his momentum expended itself when he smack his chin against the ground. Biting his tongue hard enough to bleed, he turned around to see a shadow wrapped around his ankle. Scowling, he looked as Blacksword descended with his purple energy whip, which condensed into a sword, and he smiled as he was about to plunge it into the speedster's head.

Widdle_Wade was the only one who saw a glimmer of hope. His leg was frozen to the ground, his arms felt like lead as Iceshadow had frozen them together, rendering his abilities useless. Iceshadow took this time to gloat.

Iceshadow: Well, they know they can't kill you Widdle_Wade, but your DNA should be useful in Professor Houdenmeyner's experiments.

The glimmer of hope was a portal, sliced in midair, which stood Ultimate Houde, and several Centralites. Ultimate Houde moved first, his swords igniting in a brilliant white flame. He attacked Iceshadow, who created a sword of black ice to intercept.

Iceshadow: Ultimate Houde? Where did you come from?
Ultimate Houde: My mom's private area. I think I got my hairy nipples from her.

He swiped high with his sword, causing the shorter Iceshadow to block awkwardly, then he kicked out, connecting with Iceshadow. Iceshadow took the kick, and started to freeze Ultimate Houde's foot.

Ultimate Houde: Did you forget my former nemesis had the same abilities?

Ultimate Houde punched Iceshadow in the face with a hilt of his sword, and the fire from his other sword melted the ice on his foot. Jumping up, he slammed both swords in the ground, causing a crack to widen around Iceshadow's feet.

Ultimate Houde: BOOYA!

A brilliant flame busted out from the ground, scorching the man made of black ice.

Meanwhile, Blacksword brought his sword down, and it's purple energy was blocked by a pink blade of energy from Skotti, her spear hurled in front of Ultimate Quicksilver. She then ported, to behind Blacksword and went to punch him. The man scowled, and his sword changed to a whip again, wrapping around the pink spear, and putting it inbetween her fist and his head. She touched the spear, which disappeared, then switched directions, taking out Blacksword's legs. Falling to the ground, the man placed a hand upon the ground, causing several purple beams to shoot out of it, haidg towards Skotti. Whirling her pink spear around, she blocked the beams, but one did connect with her leg. She gritted her teeth to the pain, and teleported to a spot six feet above Blacksword. She came down with the energy spear for his face, he rolled, and his purple energy whip rematerialized, whipping out around him once more. The two resumed facing off.

A beam of radiation hit the ground between Ultimate Quicksilver and Shadowprime, causing Ultimate Quicksilver to be free. The speedster moved, slamming his fist into the nearest troll, then moving on to the next one, and then he switched tactics, gathering stuff from the dead ones. Ultimate Bigby kept Shadowprime on the move, firing one beam after another. The shadow mage jumped his skills of acrobatics excellent, not from his powers, but from his upbringing. He stayed away from the blasts that were scorching trolls left and right. Ultimate Bigby scowled, and gave up going after the jumping person, and decided to keep frying the trolls, who adjusted to the fact newcomers where fighting them, and attacked them. He was pressed keeping them back, not use to being the fighter, more of a thinker. But, when he has Moonmaster and Baxter behind him, he doesn't need to worry too much about holding a line. Moonmaster, snarling, jumped onto the first troll, raking claws across it's chest, biting it's jugular, and then moving on to the next one. Baxter started to clean house, kicking trolls with his massive feet in his giant form. The trolls rushed him, trying to drag him down to the ground. He swatted left and right, trying to keep the trolls away from his body. One of the trolls climbed on his back, between his shoulder blades and went to stab its wicked spear into it.

Baxter: Moonmaster, I got a tick!
Moonmaster: Leave it to me.

Vaulting onto Baxter's calf, Moonmaster ran up Baxter's back, colliding with the offending troll before it could do serious damage, and the two of them fell to the ground, Moonmaster landing on top. Rolling off the troll, he grabbed it's spear, and used to sever it's head.

Moonmaster: Not as good as my lgihtsaber, but I left that at home.

Weilding the spear, and swinging it a wide arc, he howled, running into the crowd once more.

Ultimate Bigby wasn't having fun.

Ultimate Bigby: Don't you have anymore arrows?
Hawkeye101: I was expecting a nice walk in a cave with stupid traps, not a assload of trolls coming at me.
Ultimate Bigby: Iceman, freeze some of these!
Iceman: I can't! This damn bracelet they hid in the Gauntlet is cutting off my powers!
Ultimate Bigby: HOUDE! Get over here and get this thing off!

Ultimate Houde turned, and registered, slaying the nearest troll, and running towards them. As her ran he saw a blue flash go by, which ended up near Hawkeye101, and several of his arrows landed in front of him.

Ultimate Quicksilver: Keep firing them, and the Brazilian Express will continue to retrieve them, okay gringo?
Hawkeye101: You got it.

Hawkeye101 sent more arrows, arrows that never missed, into the mass of trolls, covering Ultimate Houde's arrival.

Widdle_Wade, having been freed from the ice by Houde, joined in the slaughter, sending bullets, grenades, and knives into the fight. He then saw Shadowprime, going to ensnare a busy Ultimate Bigby with his shadow. Running forward, he slammed into Shadowprime, punching him a few times in the face for good measure. The shadow mage fell backwards, snarling. He pulled out a wicked dagger, and faced Widdle_Wade. Widdle_Wade brought out his own dagger, and charged, coming in high. Shadowprime smiled, and a wall of shadow came up between him and Widdle_Wade. Widdle_Wade fell into it, unable to cut his momentuem. He fell through, and came out of the portal, 1000 feet in the air.

Widdle_Wade: Oh man…this is gonna hurt.

He fell towards the Earth.

Blacksword and Skotti were still fighting. She backed up, and threw a spear at Blacksword. Holding out his hand, the spear stopped a few inches in front of them, then split down the middle, and zoomed off, harmlessly around him.

Blacksword: Manipulation of energy *****es.

Ultimate Houde made it to Iceman.

Ultimate Houde: Iceman, hold your hand up!

Iceman screamed.

Iceman: Not the face!

And shielded his face from the strike by Ultimate Houde, with the correct arm. Ultimate Houde brought one of his swords down on the bracelet, shattering it. As the bracelet fell off, Iceman's eyes flashed a brilliant blue.

Iceman: Now we are talking.

Blacksword threw a blast of his own purple energy at Skotti, who blocked it. Iceman took one look at Blacksword, and shouted.

Iceman: This is for the fake, *******!

He then froze the air around Blacksword, effectively freezing Blacksword himself. A condensed shadow descended over Blacksword and Iceshadow, the trolls and they disappeared.

Everyone looked up as Widdle_Wade screamed as he plummeted towards Earth.

Ultimate Quicksilver: Got him

He turned around in a circle, creating a whirlwind, that slowed Widdle_Wade's descent enough so that Baxter could catch him. He deposited him to the ground, and shrunk down.

Ultimate Bigby: Ultimate Houde, give us a way home.

Ultimate Houde nodded, and cut a portal.

Ultimate Houde: Seriously, we need transporters, I'm feeling like a taxi here.

They jumped through the portal, and to the Mansion of Doc Comic. The portal winked out. UltimateDJF was still in the yard, playing with the panda-shark.

Ultimate Houde: Man, I never got to use that line…
Moonmaster: What line?
Ultimate Houde: Nevermind, I wanna save it for the future. Just in case I find a time to use it, you know?
Moonmaster: Okay, make sure you tell me.
Ultimate Houde: Oh, you'll know when it happens.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Someone want to tell me what's going on? And why there is a panda-shark?
Skotti: Everyone always notices the shark first, I wonder why is that?
Ultimate Bigby: The short story? Basically Me and Rene wanted to create a team to challenge the Emperor. For that we need members, lots of them, and these guys are the first recruits, so I'm giving you guys the invite for it too.
Baxter: Where is Rene?
Widdle_Wade: Yeah, any clue?

A nearby speaker came on.

Watcher: Well, I intercepted some intel on that guys
Iceman: Well, I had fun the first time, so I guess I'm up for this.
Hawkeye101: Does this mean I have friends again?
Ultimate Bigby: What's up Watcher?
Watcher: You guys should come up here and see this.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Before we go any farther, I just want to say something. I'm out
Widdle_Wade: What? Why? We don't need to leave just because we worked for the other team once.
Ultimate Quicksilver: You were never a villain Widdle_Wade, simply made one by Dr.Strangefate, while I always had that type of mind. You can trust me on not revealing your base, because I hate E and his minions as much as anyone here.
Ultimate Bigby: And you're always welcomed here Ultimate Quicksilver

The speedster speed off, leaving the others behind.

Ultimate Houde: Well, should we go check on what has Watcher's panties in a twist?
Watcher: I heard that

Ultimate Houde makes an obscene gesture to the sky.

Watcher: A saw that too.

The assembled Centralites arrived, including UltimateDJF, who had the panda-shark following him like a dog.

UltimateDJF: Now, don't make a mess on the floor.
Skotti: You are really just a child, aren't you?
UltimateDJF: I am? I had a girlfriend once, but she made climb a high tower. I don't like high places.
Skotti: That's okay, I don't like high places either. I'll make sure never get stuck on them again.
Ultimate Bigby: What's the news?
Watcher: I've found Rene. He's being held in an installation in Iceland, under E's orders. Evidently, he's an oddity, and they are going to clone him for troops.
Ultimate Houde: Whose cloning him?
Watcher: Funny you should ask….Well, here's the guy picture.

A picture appeared on the screen of a scientist, hunchbacked due to age, old, wrinkly skin, but if you let your eyes unfocus, and water a bit…

Ultimate Houde: Um…holy ****, that's all I have to say
Skotti: It's an older version…of you
Ultimate Bigby: Well team, I guess we got our first mission. Save Rene.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 56 (Project?)

Before the last issue
Icelandic Lab
Ultimate Scarlet Witch appeared in the lab, holding an unconscious and seriously beaten up Controller. Before her were two guards, both wearing swords, and looking exactly the same. She regarded them coldly.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Let me through
Guard: Our father has been expecting you. Leave the Controller with us, we shall rejuvenate his body.
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: No problem with me.

She walked past both of the guards, and shivered by their resemblance to someone she knows. Coming up to the doors, she opened them and stepped in.

Voice: Hehehe, I see it now, a combination of forms swirling together, hehehe, two different forms competing in the same space, only one of them shall have it, oh yes, two organisms fight to stay alive….
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Professor?

The owner of the voice turned around. He wore simple garb, a lab coat and white shoes. His face was a mass of wrinkles, with a long crooked nose, which a pair of spectacles resting on. He looked up at Ultimate Scarlet Witch.

Professor: Yes my dearie?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: You wanted to see me?
Professor: Yes my dearie, there's something I wish for you to look at. Is this person someone you know, mmhmm?

Flicking a switch, the giant monitor flashes on. It shows a hallway, innocent looking as the rest, and nothing in it. Two of the guards walk past. Once they get around a corner, a flash is seen on the camera, and Rene is standing there, looking around in confusion.

He mouths some words, and the two guards come running over. He looks at them in confusion, and quickly, the two guards overtake him, and drag him to the ground, and off in a direction.

Professor: You recognize him, don't you?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: His name is Rene. What of it? How did he get here?
Professor: I ran tests on him, a bunch of them, and found out that he had a stink of magic all over him. Stunk of it he did. But no matter, I'm not worried about magic penetrating my laboratories walls. No one will ever dare challenge me, Professor Houdenmeyer! Do you know why the Emperor won't allow me room on the Red Star? Do you dearie?
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Can't say I do. I'm assuming it's because you eccentric though?
Professor Houdenmeyer: Cause I scare him, that's why. I cloned myself, made them my guards, replace them easily enough, control them like a Queen controls her drones, and every now and then, even experiment on myself. The Controller is one of my experiments, I made him stronger and tougher you know. Even the Emperor has respect for me dearie. You should too.

Wandering over to a curtain in the wall, he pulled it down, revealing a grotesque scene. Rene was strung up, his arms above his head, and his torso was cut open. Various flags and metal pins stuck into the open torso.

Professor Houdenmeyer: It's amazing how long I can keep the body alive when I want too.
Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Why are you showing me this?

The Professor stuck his face within mere inches of Ultimate Scarlet Witch. She could smell his horrible breath, the stink of it making her flinch backwards.

Professor Houdenmeyer: I knew it was you who wrong me from getting both of them. I had there signal, I had them both, and somehow you took one of them away from me. If you ever cross me again Witch, I will experiment on your body just like I'm doing to him right now.

Rene moaned, and tried to open his eyes, which were sewn shut.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Understood.
Professor Houdenmeyer: Now that is settled, leave me I must tell the Emperor when he can have this one. After I take some DNA samples, of course.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch walked away, and the moment she could, she teleported to the surrounded hillsides. There, she looked at the lab, and smiled.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Professor Houdenmeyer, I'll show you never to cross a Witch.

She wiggled her fingers, controlling fate and playing luck, and there, she made sure that Watcher caught the signal that the Professor was sending the Emperor.

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they have their first real mission; rescue Rene from the clutches of a 616 Centralite who bears an uncanny resemblance to Ultimate Houde. They now must break into a fortress to rescue him. Can they work together?

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Project?
Volume 7, Issue 56, By Ultimate Houde​

Roll Call:
Ultimate Bigby – The power of weak nuclear forces is his to command, he is the defacto leader of this new team
Ultimate Houde – a former loner, this samurai has fought demons in his mind and emerged victorious. He commands fire with the help of his blades, and can slice reality to form portals.
Skotti – She can form pink energy spears, and teleport short distances rapidly.
UltimateDJF – a green monster with the heart of a child
Baxter – a human who can turn into a giant.
Moonmaster – a news reporter who is a werewolf on the side
Watcher – He can extend his senses to wherever he wants, and with the help of Doc Computer, he can traverse the entire globe within minutes
Iceman – happy go lucky controller of temperatures
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman,
Widdle_Wade – a former badguy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.

Outside Professor's Laboratory, Present time

It was the dead time of night, when even the wildlife goes to bed. Two guards stood at the gates of the lab, five others walking the walls that towered around, and one at each corner, serving as snipers. These guards, unlike others, were dutiful, always on guard in case of attack, always ready to warn; the perfect guards.

They should be, they were cloned to be.

They guards shifted positions, like clockwork soldiers, and Ultimate Houde was visible for a half a second, as he snuck close to the wall. Behind him was Widdle_Wade, who snuck in likewise. Ultimate Houde raised a hand to his ear, and whispered.

Ultimate Houde: Team A is in position.
Moonmaster: Team B in position.

Far up in a tree was Hawkeye101, by himself. He had four arrows in the ground in front of him. Loading up one, he fired, hitting the wall about two meters straight above Ultimate Houde's head. The arrow stuck into it perfectly. He followed it up with two more, each separated by two meters, and each farther up the wall. The last arrow, he sighted, and waited for the call from Watcher, who was connected to everyone via an earpiece.

Ultimate Bigby: Team C in postion.
Watcher: Steady Hawkeye101, we are almost ready to go. Wait for it…

A Guard walked across the ramparts, and stood in his position.
Watcher: All teams, this is a go.

Hawkeye101 fired his arrow, a series of events happened. The arrow flew true, striking the guard on the wall perfectly, slaying him instantly. Ultimate Houde and Widdle_Wade jumped up, using the arrows as handholds, and scaled the wall, making it to the top. Moonmaster, Baxter and UltimateDJF made their presence known at the gates, all three of them attacking the two lonely guards. Baxter grew, and targeted one of the towers, while UltimateDJF just plowed through the gates, and into the courtyard, alarms went off like crazy when he did this, and lasers popped up from the ground, and fired. Meanwhile, on the other ramparts, a flash of pink, and suddenly there was two people there, Skotti and Ultimate Bigby. He lone guard on this wall, too busy staring at the carnage in the courtyard, had no idea what happened when a pink energy spear stabbed him through the chest.

Skotti: I know their not Houde, but they look just like him, and it pains me to do this.
Ultimate Bigby: That's why the bruisers are down there dealing with the bulk of them, and we are part of the infiltration team. Let's keep moving.

The two of them entered the lab via a back entrance, and encountered no resistance.

Ultimate Houde and Widdle_Wade

These two snuck into the chaos of the courtyard, and using it to their advantage, ran in the front doors, and quickly into a side room, avoiding more guards as they ran out to deal with the threat of Baxter, Moonmaster and UltimateDJF. Creeping along the hallway, they entered one room full of tanks.

Widdle_Wade: What is this?

Ultimate Houde stepped into the room to look at the tanks. They had half developed people in them, some human looking, some troll looking, some looking like a strange cross between wolf and man.

Ultimate Houde: I have a feeling this is where the Emperor gets most of his tropps from. Cloning, with fast maturity rates gives quick clones. Some of these even look like the Longshots we fought on the moon. Weird wild stuff. I mean, this brand of science is light years ahead of what we have accomplished on Earth so far…
Widdle_Wade: Enough of the facts Ultimate Houde, this isn't our mission.
Ultimate Houde: It is now. How many grenades you got on you?
Widdle_Wade: Four

Ultimate Houde gives him a stern look

Widdle_Wade: Fine, seven.
Ultimate Houde: Let's rig this place to blow.
Widdle_Wade: Shouldn't we give ourselves some time to get out of here first?
Ultimate Houde: Can you?
Widdle_Wade: It'll take a few extra minutes, but I think I can rig some C4 around the place, and then set a timer
Ultimate Houde: Wait? You have C4 on you? Why didn't you tell me?
Widdle_Wade: I was hoping not to use it here, that's why. Keep an eye on the door for me, would you?

Ultimate Houde waited by the door, anxiously guarded it while Widdle_Wade rigged the room to blow. He radioed the change of plans in the ear pieces.

Moonmaster, Baxter, Hawkeye101 and UltimateDJF

The courtyard was in chaos. Lasers were shooting everywhere, clones running out of every open door, and the three Centralites beating them down. Moonmaster figured he needed a weapon, and needed it quick now that the element of surprise was over. Launching himself to the ramparts, he rushed towards the sniper towers. Guards rushed towards him, brandishing guns and melee weapons of a variety.

Moonmaster: Bax, I need a hand!

Baxter looked over, and brought his giant hand down on the guards, squashing them. Without missing a beat, Moonmaster leapt on Baxter's hand, and let Baxter throw him at the nearest tower. Accelerating at top speed, the werewolf slammed into the guard who didn't have time to react. Ripping out the jugular with his claws, Moonmaster picked up the sniper rifle, and used it to his advantage.

Ultimate DJF grabbed one of the clones, and proceeded to use him as club, smashing the others, and in the background, Baxter took advantage of his size, by kicking inside doorways to smash them down. Arrows rained down from the hillside, from Hawkeye101.

Baxter: I think he's running out of guards, it's slowing down.
Moonmaster: We need to keep the distraction going though. We may need to start bringing the place down on their heads.

Just then, an errant bullet came out of nowhere, and smashed into Moonmaster's shoulder, making him drop the gun. Looking up he saw a helicopter crest the hill, and more bullets slamming into the watchtower. Moonmaster jumped out of the tower just when a missile shot from the helicopter and slammed into it.

Moonmaster: Great, they went and got vehicles…
UltimateDJF: I hate metal birds!

He threw a clone at one of the helicopters, and looked for the nearest rock to throw.

Ultimate Bigby and Skotti

Skotti and Ultimate Bigby met no resistance as they made there way through the laboratory. They came to a door, which Skotti tried to open.

Skotti: It's locked.
Ultimate Bigby: I'll take care of it.

Ultimate Bigby put his hand against the door handle, and melted it. Walking in, his earpiece chirped.

Watcher: He's in the room, I see him. Up there.

Skotti shoked, and almost puked, Ultimate Bigby looked at him stern like.

Ultimate Bigby: Watcher…is he?
Watcher: No, he's still breathing and his heart is beating. Drugs are keeping him alive. Slap a teleporter on him, and get him back to the Mansion quickly. The Doc Medical Robots are up and running. They'll have him feeling better in jiffy.

Ultimate Bigby slapped a beacon on Rene, and in a flash, Rene was gone.

Professor Houdenmeyer: Hello children, how are you yes?

Turning around Skotti and Ultimate Bigby got there first face to face look at Professor Houdenmeyer. He smiled at them.

Professor Houdenmeyer: I let you have him you see, he is of no more use to me, I gleaned all I could from him. And now, I have two more experiments to play with, yes!
Ultimate Bigby: You'll have to take us down first.

His eyes glowed a bright green and his closed fists glowed with it. Pink energy joined his green glow as Skotti summoned another spear. They stood side by side, facing the scientist.

Professor Houdenmeyer: Oh, your facing the entirely wrong direction.

Skotti got hit from behind by a mechanical fist. Ultimate Bigby dove to the ground as another came towards him. Twisting he saw a robot made from wires and cables advance toward him.

Professor Houdenmeyer: OH! WHAT FUN!
Watcher: Bigby, I got an idea, keep the robot busy, and Skotti will go get us some backup.
Ultimate Bigby: Um..sure?
Skotti shook her head, listened to Watcher's plan, and ported out of the room.

Ultimate Houde and Widdle_Wade

Widdle_Wade, setting the last charge, heard one of the nearby tanks click open, and fluid fall out of it, along with something solid.

Widdle_Wade: What the hell?

Walking over, he called out to Ultimate Houde

Widdle_Wade: We got something here. One of these tanks things opened and this guy fell out. He ain't moving though,

Ultimate Houde looked at the guy on the floor.

Ultimate Houde: That's the guy who was attacking Moonmaster, I think his name was Comptroller or something like that.

The figure looked up at Ultimate Houde

Controller: I am the Controller.

Ultimate Houde's world went black as the Controller shut off his ability to see. Widdle_Wade's eyes went dark as well.

Widdle_Wade: Hey, H….Oomph

The Controller punched his fist through the midsection of Widdle_Wade.

Controller: I like my new fist. Better than the last one.

Widdle_Wade's body hit the floor, reknitting itself along the way. The Controller walked up to Ultimate Houde, chuckling.

Watcher: Houde, this is Watcher speaking directly into your brain with the transmitter. He doesn't know about me, and I have an idea. I want you to use the Panda-Shark, and teleport it into the room. Hopefully it would provide enough of a distraction to give you guys a break

Ultimate Houde let out a smile. Even though he couldn't hear himself say it, he said it anyways.

Ultimate Houde: Hey. Controller, meet my little friend!

Slicing his sword, he cut a pathway to the mansion, directly in front of the Panda-Shark. The Panda-Shark took one look at the Controller, dropped its bamboo, snarled, and lunged forward, through the portal, and savagely attacked the Controller.

As his hearing and eyesight came back to him, Ultimate Houde smiled.

Ultimate Houde: Well, that works as a distraction…Widdle_Wade, once your done healing yourself, set the charges and lets blow this popsicle stand!
Widdle_Wade: Do it yourself, I'm busy trying to reconstruct my liver here.
Ultimate Houde: Man your such a whiner. Just get up and do it.
Widdle_Wade: Great, all those germs he had in that tank are now feasting on my intestines. It's just icky, okay?

Moonmaster, Baxter, Hawkeye101 and UltimateDJF

Hawkeye101 saw the helicopters well before anyone else, thanks to Watcher's directions and therefore, got himself ready to attack them. HE saw UltimateDJF throw a clone at one, which was chopped up in the blades. Hawkeye101 sighted one of his arrows, and fired. It flew true, and richotted inside the cabin of one of them, eventually hitting the pilot, and sending the helicopter into a tailspin.

UltimateDJF looked in vain for a rock to throw, completely ignoring the fact that he could simply smash a wall and use one of the boulders. Baxter reached down, and did just that, ripped off a section of wall, blocked incoming machine gun barrage, and then threw the boulder through one of the helicopters.

Baxter: We can't keep this up forever. They seem limitless.

Just then, A flash of pink appeared next to UltimateDJf, and Skotti touched him.

UltimateDJF: Hey pink la….

Then another flash, and she was gone.

Baxter: Oh great, why did they take the best fighter?

Ultimate Bigby and Skotti

Professor Houdenmeyer: It seems that your young lady has left you Ultimate Bigby. How's the Conspiracy coming?
Ultimate Bigby: I have no idea what your talking about freak.
Watcher: Bigby, she just got the big green guy and should be back in a second.
Professor Houdenmeyer: Who is that talking to you?
Ultimate Bigby: Our eyes in the sky.

The robot lumbered closer, its cables tightened, and then shot out at Ultimate Bigby. He dived to one side, and shot a blast of radiation, which seemed to do nothing to the robot. It shrieked, and lumbered ever closer.

Then, a flash of pink heralded the arrival of Skotti and UltimateDJF

UltimateDJF: UltimateDJF no like portal, makes me sleepy…
Skotti: No time for that, look, big robot threatens new friends.

UltimateDJF looked at the giant robot.

Professor Houdenmeyer: What? THAT'S CHEATING!
Ultimate Bigby: Nope, it's sneaky, welcome to the new way we work Professor. Feel free to inform the Emperor about it. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear it.

UltimateDJF roared at the robot, jumping forward, and tackling it. The cables in the robot wrapped around his green hide, squeezing, threatening to crush him. UltimateDJF laughed it off, flexing his muscles, breaking the cables, and then grabbed the remaining robot. He hurled it through the roof.

Moonmaster, Baxter, and Hawkeye101

Moonmaster: There's only one helicopter left guys, let's kick it's ***!

Suddenly, a giant metal construct went through the roof, and slammed into it, bringing it down. Everyone outside heard a distinct voice go

UltimateDJF: I FOUND A BOULDER!

Moonmaster: Or not…

A portal appeared next to them, revealing Ultimate Houde.

Ultimate Houde: I already got Widdle_Wade back at the mansion, let's go.

Moonmaster, Hawkeye101 and Baxter jumped into the portal behind them, and they disappeared.

Ultimate Bigby, UltimateDJF and Skotti

UltimateDJF: I FOUND A BOULDER!
Professor Houdenmeyer: YOU CRETIN! YOU RAGING PILE OF MUSCLES AND BONES! YOU DESTROYED MY WONDERFUL MACHINE!

Professor Houdenmeyer stopped in midsentence as he was covered in ice. Iceman appeared from behind him.

Iceman: Yo
Ultimate Bigby: Where the hell have you've been?
Iceman: I was taking a nap
Ultimate Bigby: A nap?
Iceman: Yeah, knew we were going to be up late
UltimateDJF: It is past UltimateDJF's bedtime...
Ultimate Bigby: Seriously, a nap?
Iceman: yup, but I saved the day
Ultimate Bigby: What are you talking about? We had him defeated!
Iceman: Cause of me
Watcher: Sending Houde to pick you guys up
Iceman: About time he did something.

A portal opened up near them, Ultimate Houde poked his head in.

Ultimate Houde: Shall we get going?

They jumped through his portal, and it closed.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch appeared in the room, and touched Professor Houdenmeyer, who unfrozed in an instant. HE looked around, annoyed and began to shake with rage.

Ultimate Scarlet Witch: Professor, The Emperor has learned of you and the Controller's failure. We must go, quickly, they have rigged this place to blow.
Professor Houdenmeyer: It's no matter, I can rebuild it within weeks anyways. Ultimate Bigby, well played, but be warned…you will feel my wraith. I will make them pay!

Ultimate Scarlet Witch touched his shoulder, and they disappeared, as the compound blew up.

Epilogue One

Rene opened his eyes, and the light blinded him. Testing them again, he could make out a pink lady in a green dress staring down at him.

Rene: Hello…
Skotti: You're awake? Finally, you've been out for a few days.
Rene: He cut me open…
Skotti: Oh, yeah, well, you wouldn't believe the medical facilities this place has. Had you stitched back up in a jiffy.
Rene: Thanks. Where is everyone, and how are you?
Skotti: The name's Skotti, and as for everyone else, I'll call them down.

She pressed an intercom button, and summoned everyone to the Doc Medical Bay. Arriving, they all congratulated Rene on his recovery, and brought him up to date on happenings.

Ultimate Houde: And lastly, we have Victor Von Doom out there searching for new blood to bring in.
Rene: Sounds good, but you mentioned UltimateDJF is on the team, where is he?
Moonmaster: Probably outside playing fetch with the panda-shark. He tried it with me, but I wouldn't play, so once he found out the Panda-shark will play with him, well, he's kept his days full.

The group looks out the open window to see UltimateDJF throw a piece of bamboo. The Panda-shark grabs it, runs back to UltimateDJF, and instead of dropping the piece of bamboo, it jumps onto UltimateDJF, dragging him down to the ground.

Baxter: I heard he named the Panda-shark.
Ultimate Bigby:Too what?
Widdle_Wade: Oh, what for it.

Outside, UltimateDJF tried to get the Panda-Shark down off his body.

UltimateDJF: Syndrome! Down Syndrome! Down Syndrome down!

The group looks at each other, and laugh. ICeman walked into the room and looked at them laughing.
Iceman: I missed another joke while I was sleeping, didn't I?

They all laughed again.

Epilogue Two

Sometime Later.

Ultimate Bigby walks into his room and locked the door. Crossing over to the nightstand, he pulled out a small metallic device, and laid it on the ground. He pulled out three more of these, and stood on one, waiting.

He didn't have to wait too long as the other disks lit up, producing images of Ourchair, Compound, and someone else, shrouded in shadows.

Ourchair: Ultimate Bigby, why the summons? I'm busy trying to reform the Brotherhood
Compound: Yes, the Emperor is getting suspicious of my stalling of building the Thinking Engine for his use. What is the point?
Ultimate Bigby: I am concerned. Professor Houdenmeyer knew of the conspiracy. I wanted to know why?
compound: It wasn't me, so don't look over here.
Ourchair: I haven't seen hide nor hair of any of the Emperor's men since the Red Star came last.
Shadowy figure: I thought this may happen.

The other three turned to look at him, the last member of their Conspiracy.

Ultimate Bigby: What do you mean?
Shadowy Figure: Easy, obviously there were others at 616central like us. They probably failed in their quest, which is why it's imperative we do not failed Gentlemen. So, be careful when going about our plans. Compound, complete the Thinking Engine for the Emperor, we need its advice, and whatever information you give to the Emperor, make it difficult to ascertain. I doubt the Professor has learned if the Conspiracy actually exists on this world, and he shall not. Continue the good work gentlemen.

His hologram winked out, along with the other. Ultimate Bigby picked up the metal disks, and hid them again in his nightstand.

Ultimate Bigby: No one shall know of us. Until the time we fulfill our destiny.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 57 (The Hidden: Random)

Doc Comic Mansion

It has been two weeks since their first mission at Professor Houdenmeyer's lab and the members of Project find they have little too do. None of the members, save Bigby, have left the mansion, because the grip of the Emperor grows greater everyday. They leave as a team and they stay together as a team, to leave the mansion alone would be calling for capture.

For the most part they rely on the Watcher to gather information on their enemy, which has become a frustrating problem. Since the Emperor now knows of this resistance, he has limited most potential leaks, keeping all information close to him and his lieutenants.


The majority of their day has become routine. The Watcher spends most of his time searching aimlessly for scoops on Doc's computer. Ultimate Houde uses his time to sharpen his skills, staring at the wall in quiet meditation, Skotti looking on in admiration. Moonmaster, being the only member with a day job, has taken a few personal days until the incident at the police station dies down. Iceman helps Hawkeye101 train. Seeing how useless he is in a fight without arrows, Hawkeye101 is learning to utilize other types of projectiles, Iceman sets the target and Hawkeye takes them out – well, kind of.


But not all the teammates are getting along.


UltimateDJF: Patty-cake!
Widdle_Wade: No, no! For the love of god no patty-cake!
UltimateDJF: PATTY-CAKE!!!
Widdle_Wade: No, no, no, no, NO!!!


With massive force, UltimateDJF slams his giant hands down, crushing Wade's hands and forearms into the ground.

Widdle_Wade: Ahhh! Damn it, every freaking day with this crap! Damn you, Baxter!

Baxter resting on the couch.

Baxter: What did I do?
Widdle_Wade: Can't you keep your stupid green gorilla on a leash or something?
Baxter: Hey, he's not a gorilla.
UltimateDJF: Patty-cake!

UltimateDJF bounces up and down, clapping his hands like a child. Suddenly an alarm sounds.


Doc Computer: INCOMING MESSAGE, INCOMING MESSAGE!

Written By: Random
Cover By: Random

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire
~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Hidden: Random
Volume 8, Issue 57, By Random
​

Everyone hurries to the main computer room, followed quickly by The Watcher who was taking a break.


Rene: Uh, Watcher, what is this?
The Watcher: It's an – an article on Kristin Kreuk…

Houde's eyes narrow, staring at The Watcher and precedes to smack him upside the head. Rene quickly exits the article and brings up the message. Suddenly a shadowy figure appears on screen.


Shadowy Figure: Greetings, rogue Ultimate Centralities; your group and your intentions to fight the Emperor have recently come to my organization's attention. In this we have a common goal. I propose a meeting; an agent of ours will meet you at the coordinates we are sending to your computer. Our agent will outline the objective; the next move will be yours. I look forward to hearing your response.

And just as suddenly as the message came, it was over. The teammates stood in silence, a little confused.

Widdle_Wade: Okay, let's go.
Rene: Wait, this could be a trap.
Widdle_Wade: Frankly I don't give a crap; I have to get out of here.
Ultimate Bigby: Watcher, try and see if you can trace the message.
Baxter: I don't think this is a trap, I mean the Emperor doesn't know we're here.
Ultimate Bigby: You're right, even with the defenses here, the Emperor will just send everything he has to stomp any kind of threat.
Skotti: I think he's over compensating for something…
Rene: Watcher, did you find anything?
The Watcher: Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Rene: Let me see.

Rene steps to the computer and, typing at what seemed like superhuman speed, checks through lines and lines of coding.

Rene: He's right, there's not a trace of the incoming message, no point of origin, nothing.
Iceman: So what exactly does this mean?
Rene: It means whoever sent this has great technological knowledge and the resources to cover their tracks.
Hawkeye101: So what are we going to do?
Widdle_Wade: Let's just go already!
Rene: Wade-
Widdle_Wade: What? We've been sitting around for weeks with nothing to do! Do you think we can take out this Empire just by hanging out in a cool clubhouse? Damn it, I don't care if it's a trap, I'm sick of patty-cake!

UltimateDJF: Patty-cake!

Widdle_Wade: Oh god no!

Wade runs off, being chased by a laughing UltimateDJF.

Baxter: I have to admit it, Wade's right, we can't just stay in here waiting for some kind of miracle, we're going to have to take some chances.

Rene: Fine, but we have to be safe about this. Baxter, Wade, Moony, and Bigby will meet with their agent. Houde, Skotti, I want you two at distance ready to transport our team back in case things get out of hand. Hawkeye101, I want you at a distance too, with Iceman as your back up. Watcher, DJF, and I will observe from here, ready to send reinforcements. Everyone put on a communicator. I don't want to loose anyone.

Iceman: Goooo team!


Everyone stares.


Iceman: What?

Widdle_Wade: Argg! My hands again! AGAIN!



Just outside of Philadelphia

The weather is dark and pouring rain. A section of a street is blocked off by road construction signs, even though there is no other indication of road work. The Project members station themselves all around the area. Baxter, Wade, Moony, and Bigby stand in the middle of the street, Houde and Skotti hide behind an old building, while Hawkeye positions himself in a tree with Iceman standing behind it.


Moonmaster: Ah-choo!
Baxter: Oh dude, come on, cover your mouth.
Moonmaster: Sorry. So where is this agent guy?
Widdle_Wade: Oh, what if he's like Agent Smith? That would be totally badass in this rain.
Hawkeye101: Guys, I see someone approaching straight ahead of you.

Soon the other teammates see him. Waving back and forth as he walks, this person has long, dirty black hair. His skin is grey and his clothes are torn and worn out. Once he gets in range of the three heroes he lifts his head and gives them a spine-chilling smile.

Creature: My masters would like me to propose an alliance.
Moonmaster: Oh god, this guy smells, it's like rotting meat or something.
Widdle_Wade: Propose? I'm not waking up next to that each morning.

The Creature gives him a look of shock and anger.

Bigby: Guys, enough of the jokes. Now, you're not one of Nigma's corpses, are you?

The Creature's face grows intense with fury as his voice booms out.

Creature: You dare to insult me! I am my master's ultimate creation! And you mock me and compare me to a corpse! You. Must. SUFFER!

With that the ground starts to shake and tremble. Tiny cracks in the streets widen as tiny hand and arms start clawing their way out. Suddenly an army of small grey ugly creatures burst out of the ground, charging their way toward the four teammates.

Baxter: An undead army of midgets? That's new.
Moonmaster: Was it something we said?
Bigby: Houde, create a portal back to base. Skott,i get the three of us to Houde's position.
Skotti: Easier said than done.

Both Skotti and Houde are fighting off their own small army of monsters.


Hawkeye101: Iceman, I could use some help covering these guys… Iceman?

Hawkeye looks back to see Iceman creating an ice barrier, keeping these small monstrosities from attacking their backs. But they begin to tunnel underneath.


Iceman: Damn little pests.
Baxter: That's it, time to think big.

As Baxter begins to grow one small monster makes a great leap and head butts Baxter in the groin. The would-be giant collapses in pain as the demented hobbits jump all over him.


Bigby: Rene, we need to get out of here, now!


Doc Comic Mansion


Rene: DJF and I are on our way… what? The transporters aren't working?



Just outside of Philadelphia


Bigby: What do you mean not working?



Doc Comic Mansion

Rene: It's like that location doesn't even exists. Someone must being blocking any type of teleportation somehow.


Just outside of Philadelphia


Bigby: Just great. Everyone, we're on our own!


Each member fights, wiping out wave after wave of these creatures, with Bigby defending an incapacitated Baxter. The Creature laughs on as The Project is becoming covered by these monstrous things. They climb up each other to claw and bite at their prey from all sides. One extremely sinister one makes his way towards Bigby's head with his mouth drooling. This one is ready for blood. The Creature grins at seeing these pretentious Centralites being swarmed by his minions, when suddenly something flies past his head. The object impales the one monster's head before he has the chance to bite Bigby's face off.


Bigby swiftly looks to see what this object is. It's a broad sword with a golden hilt; the sword is stuck in the ground, the tiny monster legs running in midair. The Creature grinds his teeth, knowing who that sword belongs to. He turns his head, but before he sees what is behind him, he is greeted with a punch to the face. The Creature flies into the small mountain of monsters on top of the four Project members. The man flies through the horde of monsters and uppercuts the Creature into the air, giving the Project a little more elbowroom for fighting. The man punches the Creature several more times, propelling it higher into the air, before kicking it back to the ground. The Creature creates a small crater in the street. The tide turns against the army of monsters. Some flee, seeing their mighty master pummeled into the ground; many still keep fighting, but it is much easier for Project to manage now. The man lands next to his sword, which he picks up and swings to remove the little monster, whose legs are still flapping about. The man has blond hair and is dressed in black with a red cape.


Random: How many times do I have to kill you, Catalyst?
Catalyst: No matter how many times you kill me, my Master will bring me back.


The Creature now known as Catalyst starts crawling out of the crater.


Catalyst: Maybe for a change in pace, I'll kill you!



Catalyst thrusts his arms forward, which stretching towards Random, who dodges but is shocked to see that Catalyst can do this. Random slashes at the arm with his sword, surprised to see it having to see it turning to stone. Catalyst's other arm rockets towards Random, who takes to the air. Catalyst flails his arms, switching from elastic to stone in hopes of hitting his target. Random maneuvers through the sky, avoiding every one of Catalyst's attacks, before diving straight down to his opponent, slicing Catalyst's right arm. Once Random's feet make contact with the ground, he swings his sword up, slicing off Catalyst's left arm. Random looks directly into Catalyst's eyes before cutting off his head. The deformed body falls to the ground, his black blood seeping into the soil, or being washed away by the rain.

The few small monsters remaining scream at the death of their leader and swiftly retreat back into the ground. An eerie silence falls; even the rain seems to have silence its sound. Project soon surrounds the flying swordsman, ready for anything. Each member recharges his or her power, prepared to fight at a moment's notice. Random sheaths his sword and lowers his guard.

Bigby: Are you the one who sent the message?
Houde: Are you with the Emperor?
Moonmaster: Who was that guy?
Skotti: And what were those things?
Hawkeye101: Who are you?
Iceman: What's going on?
Widdle_Wade: Cool sword.
Baxter: Does anybody have an ice pack?


Random lets out a sigh and takes a deep breathe.

Random: My name is Random, this dead creature here is called Catalyst, and he is an advanced version of the homunculus, the little monster you fought. They were created by an alchemist/sorcerer named Dr. Warren. He is a member of a secret society that practically runs the world. Politics, science, religion, they have influence over everything.

Moonmaster: So how do you know about this?
Random: I- a long time ago I got caught up in the middle in one of their schemes. I've been fighting them ever since.
Bigby: When exactly did you get your powers?
Random: Almost a year ago.
Hawkeye101: Wait a minute, can't the computers at Ultimate Central detect when a person gets their powers?
Houde: That's right and according to The Watcher, there hasn't been a new Centralite since E-day, why is it I've never heard of you.
Random: It-it was cloaked.
Skotti: What do you mean, 'cloaked'?

Random: Listen, I hesitate to tell you because I'm part of a group that is dedicated to taking out this-this Illuminati. We have kept ourselves hidden because we need to stay out of the spotlight to fight the organization with secrecy. And most of the group don't want to get caught in the middle of this whole super hero, super villain thing.

Skotti: Okay this isn't flying with me. Come on, a group of super powered individuals that no one has heard of, secretly fighting a big organization that runs the entire world? I mean, where were you on E-Day?

Random: Why do you think Philadelphia is one of the least damaged cities when the world was bombarded with mooninites? Not everyone in the world got powers or the experience that can stop a piece of rock hurtling towards them.

Baxter: Okay, let's just say you're telling the truth, why would this Illuminati ask us to meet here then send this guy to attack us?

Random takes a moment to think.

Random: I don't know why they would contact you, they've always taken a back seat in Ultimate Central affairs. We've always assumed they were just waiting for the right time to take Ultimate Central for themselves, but you gave them a better option.

Moonmaster: What do you mean?

Random: You let them in. When the Avatars let the United Nations [in] to study Ultimate Central, who do you think got all that research? They are everywhere, every government, every big lab in the world. They have at least one resource everywhere. Who knows what they've developed?


Random kicks the corpse of Catalyst.

Random: I know this guy is a product of that research. I'm guessing they sent him because he is disposable; every time he dies, Dr. Warren just makes another. But he's always had a short temper. Let me guess – one of you made fun of the way he smells?

Moonmaster: Sorry.

Bigby: So who else is in your group?

Random: I can't just tell you about them, if the Illuminati found out, our mission would become dead in the water. Listen, this organization… they kill anyone who threatens their power, they sell arms to terrorists of all kinds, they control drug trafficking, they are what's keeping most of the world as ignorant as possible, that's right, they control Hollywood. Telling you everything about my team could jeopardize any chance of freeing the world from their grasp. I've always wanted to help the Avatars, but this mission is important… I should go now.

Random begins to levitate.

Bigby: Wait, we want to take out the Emperor, but we will need all the help we can get. Will you fight with us?

Random pause for a moment thinking it over. He gives a slight smile.

Random: You'll have my sword, when the time comes.


With that Random flies away, leaving Project standing in the rain trying to make sense of the evening.

Widdle_Wade: What makes you think we can trust that guy?
Bigby: Nothing, I was trying to gauge his reaction.
Houde: But you are right, we need anything we can get.
Bigby: I know… I know


Moonmaster: AHH CHOOO!!!

Skotti: Aw, gross!

Moonmaster: Sorry.



Doc Comic Mansion


Bigby: And that's what happened.

Houde: So what do you think, Rene?

Rene: Hm, I believe him. We can rule out the Emperor on this message and if this Random was an Agent of the Emperor, he would have attacked us or at least sent for for reinforcement before you returned here. Also I've been going over the message and I still found nothing revealing, and I've checked out the teleporter and only UC level technology could purposely disrupt the signal of this area. Whoever set this meeting up has extremely high levels of technology and the resources to match. But here's the one thing that doesn't add up, he said that his empowerment was cloaked?

Moonmaster: Yeah.

Rene: See, there may be instances where the UC computers doesn't pick up on an ultimatization, that may be due to range of dimension, but nothing I know of can cloak it, I don't think its possible. So to not only be able to cloak an ultimatization but predict a person who gets empowered requires a lot more than government resources. Either Random is working with the Illuminati or he has a very powerful ally.


Somewhere Near Philadelphia


Random flies into a home through the windows. He hangs up his sword and takes off his cape.

Unknown: So you talked to them.

Random acts unsurprised by his presence.

Random: You know I hate it when you spy on me.
Unknown: I told you to never get involved with them.
Random: Well it's about time we stop this 'from the shadows' crap.
Unknown: Listen, showing our hands will only jeopardize our mission.
Random: Well, now they're involved with the mission. They have made the first move here. And I didn't tell them anything about you or the others.
Unknown: You better be careful where you step here. Because our mission is more important than this superhero drama.
Random: Who knew saving the world was considered drama.
Unknown: But we will need to know why now, and keep a close eye on your new friends.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 58 (The Hidden: Get Smart)

Las Vegas, 10 months ago

In the great city of lust and gambling, The Kenji's Casino is one of the big "hot spots" of the town. On the bustling gaming floor a huge crowd gathers around the high roller's table, with a high stakes poker game reaching its finale. Three players remain, a tuxedo wearing mobster, a stereotypical rich Texan, and a man in a dirty, wrinkled coat with a fedora hat slightly covering his face.

Mobster: I raise you 5,000
Texan: Well shot looks like I'm out, you Yankee Vegas fellas are just too much for an old southern man like me.
Dealer: Sir, do you fold?
Fedora Hat: The name's Smart, MaxwellSmart, Mr. MaxwellSmart too you. P.I. extraordinaire.
Dealer: Hmm, yes. Now Maxwell-
MaxwellSmart: Mister.
Dealer: … Mr. MaxwellSmart, what is your move?
MaxwellSmart: I see his bet and raise him another 7 grand.

The crowd does the obligatory Ooh's, Ahh's, and gasps.

Mobster: That's a pretty hefty bet for a private detective.
MaxwellSmart: Well I have a pretty rich benefactor for this game.
Mobster: Is that right?

The mobster places chips on the table as an attractive woman moves closer and stands next to him.

Bimbo: Honey, aren't you done yet? This is boring.
Mobster: In a minute babe.
MaxwellSmart: Oh is this your wife? Nice.
Mobster: Nope.
MaxwellSmart: I know, in fact your wife hired me; she's my banker for this game.

A ghastly look overcomes the mobster.

MaxwellSmart: Which is funny cause she gets her money from you. You see I've been hired by her to follow you on your little Vegas vacation, and provide evidence of infidelity which I have plenty of. Also she wanted me to tell you she's filing for a divorce.
Mobster: … you- you can't possibly- You're lying.
MaxwellSmart: I may, or this may just be an elaborate ruse to try and distract you. Just have to ask your self one thing. Am I bluffing?

MaxwellSmart takes off his hat revealing that he has no face… well actually it's a mask. Why he was allowed to do this in a poker game is beyond me. As the Mobster sat speechless Maxwell throws his cards on the table

MaxwellSmart: Royal flush.

Written By: Random
Cover By: Random

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Hidden: Get Smart
Volume 8, Issue 58, By Random
​

The Hidden:
Random - Flight and super strength, also a *****in' sword.
MaxwellSmart - A fedora-wearing all time super sleuth.
Unknown - Who the hell is this guy?




Santa Barbara, Present Day

I sat back in my chair as she began to leave. Wearing a skin tight sexy red dress, her hips bounced back and forth, man she was a looker. As she was about to walk out the door, but before she did she gave a playful wink. Out of all the detective agencies in all the world and she had to walk into mine. Why do I always attract with such complex… wait a minute.

There's something written on my door? I quickly get up and take a look on the other side off my door. On the glass it says "MaxwellSmart Private Dick Face Extraordinaire". Damn kids, bunch of savages in this town. As I go to wipe off the graffiti when I felt a sudden gust of wind, I instantly knew who it was.

MaxwellSmart: Can't you ever use the door Random?
Random: I would have but all I could find were the offices of a Dick-face.
MaxwellSmart: … Oh you son of a *****…

Random was a pretty good guy, a bit of a tool. Though I like the cape.

Random: Wh-what are you doing?
MaxwellSmart: What?
Random: You were talking to yourself out loud.
MaxwellSmart: Oh it's this noir thing I'm trying out.
Random: … seriously?
MaxwellSmart: Can I ask you a question?
Random: The answer is no.
MaxwellSmart: But you haven't even heard it yet?
Random: Let me guess, you are on the verge of becoming intimately close to a female who is either a girlfriend/married/just broke up with a friend of yours?
MaxwellSmart: You're good. But still-
Random: Wise man once said, "Bros before Hoes"
MaxwellSmart: Yeah but just look at this picture.
Random: Max don't go and- whoa… *sigh* I hate it when you ask me these questions.

MaxwellSmart: So anyways, I heard you got into quite a situation a few days ago.
Random: Yeah I met these New Avatars, news travels fast.
MaxwellSmart: The Project.
Random: What?
MaxwellSmart: I believe they are calling themselves, The Project.
Random: Well that's a dumb name.
MaxwellSmart: Boss-man couldn't have been happy about that
Random: The name?
MaxwellSmart: No the fact that you made contact with Ultimate Centralities.
Random: Couldn't be helped, I was tracking down Catalyst and they got in a tussle with him.
MaxwellSmart: They probably made fun of the way he smells, So what new feature did Dr. Warren add this time.
Random: The ability to turn his skin into rocks.
MaxwellSmart: Well that's at least original. I wonder why The Big 7 are just now getting active in Ultimate Central affairs, I would of thought that the technology the United Nations discovered would have kept them busy for another few years.
Random: That's why I'm here. Ultimate Bigby said something about getting a message to meet Catalyst there.

Max walks towards to a board hanging off a wall filled with news paper clippings of different conspiracies. He flips the board around revealing different papers of seemingly random events connected through an intricate web of lines.

MaxwellSmart: Hmm, so that battle wasn't intentional, a meeting would imply an effort in cooperation. Why would they need a group of super heroes, with all their resources? Are they just after a single member? A particular power they need to use? No, then why contact the whole group? And why be so upfront and not use a cover story? They either want to bring the Project under their control or they truly need their help. But why now and what problems are they facing? What has change? … Change? Of course everything's changed.
Random: Huh, what? Sorry I wasn't paying attention to your whole rant.



Santa Barbara, 10 months ago

MaxwellSmart was walking towards his office, pretty pleased with this case, seeing as he made a lot of extra cash from the casinos. But something felt off tonight, usually after a case his mind unwinds and clears itself. Tonight his head felt unusually active. He passes poster for a concert tour of the band: The Emo Chicks, than the wind blows a newspaper into his face.

MaxwellSmart: Hmm, Bank robberies happening around the country.

Then something clicked.

MaxwellSmart: The Emo Chick are robbing banks on there tour! Each robbery takes place in between each stop of their tour, to avoid suspicion.

MaxwellSmart felt odd, he never solved a mystery that quickly. But for some reason he can picture the tour stops and robberies on a map instantly. He was always good at picking up clues but never connected anything that fast.

MaxwellSmart: I must be at the top of my game tonight.

Max shrugs it off and continues down the street, where he can see the flashing of police lights. Curious, Max walks underneath the police tape.

MaxwellSmart: What do we have here, Pops?
Police Officer: Well if it isn't MaxwellSmart, what do you think you're doing get behind the tape, there's no sexual affair to take photos of?
MaxwellSmart: Calm down old timer just curious-

Suddenly Maxwell spots the body.

MaxwellSmart: The waitress from the Shanky's restaurant down the street did it.
Police Officer: What?

What indeed, Max didn't even realize what he did when said that. He solved the case with one look at the body.

Police Officer: What makes you think the waitress did it?
MaxwellSmart: The waitress had a distinct bracelet that left a mark on his left temple.

Police Officer gave Maxwell a strange look. After a few minutes of pointing out other clues that was evidence against the waitress, Max left for his office. What was wrong with him, how could he see these connections so instantly? Now he was really worried.



Santa Barbara, Present Day

MaxwellSmart: E-Day. The day the Emperor basically gained major influence all over the world. Something happened with the Illuminati. Either they want to hand over the Project members to the Emperor or more likely they are losing there straggle hold of the world.
Random: What? Mister "Greatest Detective in the world" has more then one answer for a question?
MaxwellSmart: Weird isn't it. But I don't know much about Ultimate Central. I've been brushing up on everything about them but there's a lot going on with them that don't appear in the news.
Random: We should find out how the society has contacted them and keep our eyes open.
MaxwellSmart: Already on it, The Boss-man told me to find the most likely hideout for The Project.
Random: And that is?
MaxwellSmart: The Doc Comic Mansion.
Random: Doc Comic? You mean that nut that lost it in Manhattan?
MaxwellSmart: The very same. No one has seen him since and the mansion is fortified and its believed to have extremely advance technology. The perfect getaway for your underground superhero team on the go. Also, Google Earth shows there has been recent activity and power surges in that area.
Random: Google Earth can show power surges?
MaxwellSmart: There's a little button in the corner. Anyways the Boss-man has already sent someone to stake out the mansion.
Random: So all we do now is wait?
MaxwellSmart: Correct, so about this chick I was talking about earlier…
Random: Damn it



Santa Barbara, 10 months ago

MaxwellSmart spent most of the night in his office. He sat in a pile of newspaper clippings solving mystery after mystery after mystery. He was sleep deprived and talking out loud, slurring his speech.

MaxwellSmart: The moon landing wasn't faked, but the footage was to hide the truth… Princess Diana's death wasn't an accident; it was to protect the secret of the royal family… Larry King has been dead for five years… Connected… It's all connected, everything… web… web of deceit. Control… spiral… Weapons… The occult… Hollywood… politics… everything tied… tied together.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

MaxwellSmart: Heh, wha- *clears throat* who is it?
Voice: Delivery.
MaxwellSmart: Delivery? No, assassination? … too close to truth, wait too soon for reprisal.

Maxwell staggers to the door and opens it/

Mobster: Remember me?
MaxwellSmart: … no?

His ploy didn't work and several large thugs grabbed him through the door.



Santa Barbara, Present Day

Random: No, compile the basics of everything we know about the Big 7 and their organization.
MaxwellSmart: Why?
Random: I think Project should know who they're dealing with.
MaxwellSmart: Are you nuts! If they do side with the Illuminati, they will know everything we know, and I know that's not a good idea. Plus the Boss-man would never approve.
Random: That's why we're not going to tell them. Listen if the Illuminati do convince Project to join them, we will have a bigger problem on our hands. We don't have to tell them everything, just enough.
MaxwellSmart: I don't like this.
Random: I know, but it's the right thing to do.
MaxwellSmart: *sigh* you and your "right thing". Fine, give me a few days and I'll have a report ready.
Random: Thanks Max.
MawellSmart: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just make sure the Boss-man doesn't find out.

Random move towards the window.

MaxwellSmart: Hey that dick face thing will wash off right?

Random pause for a second and just smile as he flies off.

MaxwellSmart: *sigh* … bastard…



Santa Barbara, 10 months ago

MaxwellSmart sat, tied to a chair. The thugs have roughed him up good, not the worse he's had but this situation feels bad.

Mobster: I'm surprised you didn't fight back.
MaxwellSmart: I'm a lover not a fighter.
Mobster: So it would seem. Do you know what you've done to me?
MaxwellSmart: Well I haven't slept for over 30 hours and I just had the crap beat out of me so my mind is a bit foggy, but did I tie your shoelaces together?

The mobster punches Max in the face.

Mobster: You know this divorce settlement is going to cost me a fortune. Not to mention the thorough embarrassment you gave me. So you know what I'm going to do.
MaxwellSmart: By me a lap dance?
Mobster: Funny. No, I'm afraid I'm going to kill you.

The Mobster takes out his gun and aims it at Maxwell's head.

Mobster: Before I kill you I would like to know why you wear that mask.
MaxwellSmart: You wanna know?
Mobster: Yes.
MaxwellSmart: I mean, do you really want to know?

The Mobster cocks his gun.

MaxwellSmart: Okay, okay. The reason I wear this mask… is because… woman can't handle the beauty.

The Mobster smiles and aims his gun, preparing to fire; when suddenly there was a large bang at the door. When it opens a strange force fires knocking out each thug including the Mobster.

MaxwellSmart: What – who's there?

A man walks through the door holding a strange device.

Unknown: Hello detective. Have you been feeling a bit different lately?
MaxwellSmart: Who are you?
Unknown: I've been watching you and impressive power you got.
MaxwellSmart: Power? … Ultimate Central?
Unknown: Amazing. The ability to instantly see the connections in seemingly random dots. It could be useful for my mission.
MaxwellSmart: Mission?
Unknown: How would you like to help solve the biggest mystery of all?



Undisclosed Location, Present Day

Seven figures sit around a conference table, the background is pitch black. Spotlights shine on six individuals, but the one at the head of the table is shrouded completely in darkness. They are the manipulators, the ones on top, and the ones who control everything. The are…

The Big 7
Mr. Eisner - Media expert, has ties in almost every single media in the world, he is bald.
Dr. Warren – An alchemist, who is dedicated in creating the prefect Homunculus, has made an army of three foot tall versions and with technology found in UC, he has become very dangerous.
Mr. Moore - the one who holds influences over most of the major corporations
Mr. Miller - An arms dealer who also over sees development of new weapons and technology.
Rev. Morrison – An African American man who has connections in almost all major religions as well as several cults.
Ms Ellis – She holds connections in all governments/politics and can manipulate entire wars if needed.
??? - ???


Mr. Eisner: So what's first on the agenda.
Ms. Ellis: First I would like announce that Project S.T.U.D.E.N.T. has officially been dismantled, apparently it was being run by two morons.
Mr. Moore: I'd rather get to something that's actually important, namely the doctor completely screwing up the Ultimate Central situation.
Dr. Warren: Hey, you asked for an agent who was expendable and had no direct connection, and Catalyst was the best I had.
Mr. Moore: We asked for an agent for negotiations not a fight!
Dr. Warren: How was I suppose to know that-
Mr. Eisner: Listen your just lucky that you were next in line for the occult position you predecessor, the good doctor, just vanished, you didn't earn this seat. And your lucky the meddlesome Random showed up or else our whole plan would-!

Suddenly the shadowed figure lifts his hand, and the room fell deafly silent. The other members compose themselves

Reverend Morrison: So, how do we fix this?
Mr. Eisner: We can't use another go-between. To fix the mistrust that they must have, we must make an open gesture. I will go to their base personally.
Mr. Moore: Are you sure that's wise decision?
Mr. Eisner: Anything less will not suffice. Shall I go forward?

The shadowy figure remains still giving only a slight nod.

Ms. Ellis: Good, now on to another business…

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 59 (Inmate Wilson)

7 Months Ago, Michigan

In the county courthouse an unusually large crowd is present for a common parole violation hearing. But this case is definitely something you do not see everyday. The room is full of reports and curious people alike. The judge slams his gavel twice, silencing the crowd.

Judge: Will the prisoner please stand.

A man stands in orange prisoner issue clothing with his attorney.

Judge: Now Mr. Wilson-
Wade_Wilson: Call me Wade, buddy.

The judge gives a stern, serious look.

Judge: Mister Wilson, I've been reviewing your case over and over.

Wade leans in towards his attorney.

Wade_Wilson: That's good right?

The judge slams his gavel.

Judge: I haven't been reviewing your case because I'm not sure how to deal with it. My decision is already made.
Wade_Wilson: Than what are we still doing here?
Judge: *vigorously slams his gavel* One more out-of-line word from you Mr. Wilson and I'll hold you in contempt… Now, as I was saying, I already know my decision, but I've been trying to understand why. Just can't comprehend what was going through you mind. Why would anyone do such a thing, let alone just after getting out of prison. You weren't even out a day and you commit such a horrible act. What do you have to say for yourself?
Wade_Wilson: … She started it.
Judges: You pushed her down a flight of stairs!
Wade_Wilson: So?
Judges: She was in a wheel chair!!
Wade_Wilson: And that makes a difference how?

The Judge just shakes his head and stares at Wade with utter distain.

Judge: Mr. Wilson, I just cannot imagine what kind of person you are, but your utter lack of respect for society and your fellow human being, I am sentencing you to serve the maximum sentence of your original crime plus 4 more years for reckless assault without the slightest possibility of parole, you will spend the better part of a decade behind bars where I hope to god you learn at least a little respect for the law.

The Judge slams his gavel.

Wade_Wilson: … ahh ****…

Written By: Random
Cover By: Random

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Hidden: Inmate Wilson
Volume 8, Issue 59, By Random
​

The Project:
Ultimate Bigby – The power of weak nuclear forces is his to command, he is the leader of this new team
Rene - The Green-skinned- goblin-complexion, fire-ball throwing, computer genius
Ultimate Houde – a former loner, this samurai has fought demons in his mind and emerged victorious. He commands fire with the help of his blades, and can slice reality to form portals.
Skotti – She can form pink energy spears, and teleport short distances rapidly.
UltimateDJF – a green monster with the heart (and mind) of a child
Baxter – a human who can turn into a giant.
Moonmaster – an ace journalist who is a werewolf on the side
Watcher – He can extend his senses to wherever he wants, and with the help of Doc Computer, he can traverse the entire globe within minutes
Iceman – happy go lucky controller of temperatures
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.

The Hidden:
Wade_Wilson – Inmate number 4568
Unknown – Seriously who the **** is this guy?

The Big 7:
Mr. Eisner - Media expert, has ties in almost every single media in the world, he is bald.



Present day, Wisconsin

In a crappy part of a crappy town in a crappy building there is a crappy apartment. The room is a mess: clothing, trash, left over pizza covers the floor. Rodent scurry across the floor as a man sleep in his crappy bed. The alarm clock turns to 6:00 AM.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE- SMASH!!!

The man destroys the alarm clock as well as a good part of the table. The man rolls over falling back a sleep.

RING RING RING

The man smashes the table again but before he falls back to sleep the ringing continues. A cell phone lies on the ground surrounded by rubble perfectly intact.

Wade_Wilson: Aww crap…

Wade_Wilson in a daze sits up; he hates that phone, no matter how hard he tries it keeps ringing. And if he is able to destroy one another hidden somewhere around him will start ringing with an even more annoying tone. But what Wade hates most about this phone is that when it rings means he has work to do.

Wade_Wilson: Yeah
Unknown: Meet at the designated location, now.
Wade_Wilson: Couldn't this wait until mourning?
Unknown: Now!
Wade_Wilson: Fine, fine don't get your panties in a –

The Phone disconnects.

Wade_Wilson: Aww it's too damn early for this…

At a warehouse a few blocks away, Wade_Wilson walks into the building still tired. He walks up to our familiar, yet still Unknown character.

Wade_Wilson: Okay what do you want done today, track done some thug, interrogation, or fighting a bunch of douche bags for now reason?
Unknown: Sorry to disappoint you but you're needed for a stakeout today.
Wade_Wilson: What? Don't you have fly-boy and the chick or maybe the new guy to do that crap?
Unknown: Unfortunately they are all busy.
Wade_Wilson: Whatever, where am I going.
Unknown: The Doc Comic Mansion.
Wade_Wilson: The who-what-now?
Unknown: The Doc Comic Mansion, I believe that is the current base of The Project.
Wade_Wilson: The what?
Unknown: The Avatar's replacements, they're seeking to take out the Emperor.
Wade_Wilson: Whoa, wait a sec. You said never to get involved with that whole Ultimate thing.
Unknown: Yes but now they are getting involved and we need to know why. Your job to day is to watch and record any and all activities.
Wade_Wilson: Wonderful.
Unknown: So here's your equipment, a high res camera, a sound recorder, and this.
Wade_Wilson: … A plastic bowl?
Unknown: The new guy harmonized it, you can put your ear against the bottom and here certain sound from a distance, even through walls. Though it only lasts a few hours.
Wade_Wilson: Weird but okay.

Unknown picks up a trigger device and a coat. He hands the coat to Wade as he presses the trigger opening a portal behind Wade.

Unknown: Here, you might need this.
Wade_Wilson: A winter coat?

Then the Unknown character than kicks Wade into the portal. It would have been sweet if he said something like "This is Sparta!" or something like that cause it was that kind of bad *** kick. But I digress. Wade falls through the portal finally landing on his back. He is instantly soaked and he suddenly feels the freezing cold. Quickly putting on his coat he looks around with raining pouring down on him, in front is a dirt road with rows of trees following it, and behind him was a huge mansion. Yep, its pouring rain on one of the coldest days of the year where the Doc Comic Mansion is. Sucks to be Wade.

Wade_Wilson: ****!



7 Months Ago, Michigan

At Alger Maximum Correctional Facility, Wade_Wilson enters his new cell in a different prison than before. His cellmate is a completely tattooed punk. The bars close.

Cellmate: Listen here fish, in this joint I'm top dog. You better learn how things work or I'll make you learn, got it?
Wade_Wilson: … You smell like ****.
Cellmate: What was that fish?!

The Cellmate quickly pulls out a makeshift shank, read to fight. Wade just smiles.

Cellmate: Oh you think this is funny huh fish? Well laugh at this.

The Cellmate thrusts his shank at Wade, who quickly disarms the punk and holds hand arms out of the way. Unknown to him Wade is an expert in several forms of martial arts. Wade than hits him in the chest with the heel of his hand. The Cellmate goes flying again the cell slamming into the wall. His cellmate struggle to breathe, gasping for air. Wade was confused; he couldn't have hit him that hard, could he?

Cellmate: *gasp* guards *gasp* … GUARDS!!!

Prison guards quickly enter the cell restraining Wade against the wall as one officer checks the cellmate.

Guard 1: This prisoner has three broken ribs.
Guard 2: Oh look at the new guy making a new for himself.
Wade: I barely touched him!

Then the warden walked in and it turns out he's the Captain! But didn't he die back in issue 23? How can he be alive? A clone? A resurrection? An idiotic time loop concept? … Actually it turns out he just sort of looks like him.

Warden: We don't tolerate such violence here. Looks like a month in the whole for this trouble maker.

With in a few minutes the guards toss Wade into solitary confinement. After a few minutes Wade lays down trying to remember what exactly happened. He recalls seeing an odd green flame spurt from his hand, it was small and only there a split second but he saw it. Curious he stands up and takes a fighting stance and punches the wall.

Wade_Wilson: … Owww!!

Wade holds his left hand in pain and in anger pounds his right hand against the wall cracking it. Wade was amazing by this. He raises his right hand, closes his eyes, and tries to concentrate on that moment. Suddenly his hand becomes engulfed by a green flame. Wade smiles.

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

Guards rush into the cell only to discover a series of walls have huge holes through them, leading all the way outside. Wade_Wilson had escape and was running through the woods. He hears the alarms go off, he knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him; he needed a plan, now. Actually he needed out ten minutes ago when he broke out of prison but the past is past. As he comes across a road a car cuts him off.

Unknown: Get in, now!

Without any other options Wade gets in.


Present Day, Doc Comic Mansion

The Watcher sits at his console, just like yesterday and the day before. He's only found a few cases of Emperor related activity. Seems he doesn't want to make a move until he has completely secure control of the world. He thought he was going to fight something important when they started, but he has gotten so bored at this. The suddenly he sees something unexpectedly close.

The Watcher: Bigby!
Bigby: What is it?
The Watcher: There's a car heading right down our road!

Ultimate Bigby stares at the monitor, than grabs a microphone.

Bigby: All members report to the situation room, we have company. So they are making another move…
The Watcher: What?
Bigby: Nothing, keep a close eye on them and keep me informed.

A smaller boat departs from the larger vessel carrying a few men.

Bodyguard: Sir, Do you want me to accompany you to the mansion?
Mr. Eisner: No, I'll be okay on my own.
Bodyguard: Are you sure, sir?
Mr. Eisner: Yes, for my task to succeed I must be willing to sacrifice security to gain their trust.

The car pulls up in front of the mansion and Mr. Eisner starts his walk to the gates. Once he arrives he stands and waits for a response.

Bigby: Okay remember the plan, Houde, Moonmaster, and Hawkeye101 be ready for whatever this man may have up his sleeve, I want Watcher and everyone else ready and focus on the car.

Bigby, Houde, Moony, and Hawkeye101 walk out stopping at their side of the gate. Moony is ready to pounce, Hawkeye101 has his bow pulled halfway, and Houde has a firm grip on one of his swords. One wrong move, Mr. Eisner will be a much shorter man.

Mr. Eisner: Greetings, lovely day isn't it?
Bigby: Who are you and what are you doing here?
Mr. Eisner: You don't recognize my silhouette?
Bigby: You were the one who sent the message and had that thing attack us?
Mr. Eisner: An accident I assure. We did not mean any harm, but our messenger was… unstable.
Moonmaster: 'We' huh. We heard a lot about you organization, how you pretty much run the world.
Mr. Eisner: From Random, yes? Well he has his own reasons for hating us, which I'm sure he didn't tell you. But our organization has existed in one form or another; we initially started the renaissance, if it weren't for use the world will still be plunged into darkness. But this is all beside the point, I'm hearing as a member of the high council to make an offer of an alliance.
Bigby: Against whom?
Mr. Eisner: Why the Emperor, of course.
Houde: So you have some competition for ruling the world?
Mr. Eisner: In a simple context, yes. It's only a matter of time before the Emperor seizes control of all our resources. When that happens I doubt anything can stop him. What I propose is that when the time comes to take back this world we will provide you with a full equipped army. We have the most advance technology on Earth, as well as understandings in magic. You remember Catalyst?

The Project gives him a serious stare.

Mr. Eisner: …Okay stupid question. We have the resources to make hundreds, if not thousands of him. Our role will be to even out the odds between you and the Emperor. When he took over you were too concerned with his armies than their higher ups. This will change that.

Ultimate Bigby thinks it over a few seconds.

Bigby: We need time to consider this.

Houde and Moony looks surprise, Hawkeye101 wasn't really paying attention.

Mr. Eisner: Of course, take your time. We'll be in touch.

Mr. Eisner walks away leaving the Project will a serious choice to make.

Moonmaster: So what we trade one Emperor for another?
Bigby: Listen we can't do this without them.
Houde: Doesn't mean we should do it with them.
Bigby: We need to consider this carefully, we need to discuss this with the others.

Across the ice Wade_Wilson sits in the rain turning off the recorder.

Wade_Wilson: 'Bout damn time. I really wish I had to fight some moron than sit in the ****ing rain... So how the hell am I getting out of here?



7 Months Ago, Michigan

Sitting a car Wade_Wilson is suspicious of his accomplice here.

Wade_Wilson: Where are we going?
Unknown: Wisconsin.
Wade_Wilson: Why would anyone go to Wisconsin?
Unknown: Exactly, I have a safe house there ready for someone like you.
Wade_Wilson: Like me?
Unknown: Someone who may not have friendly relations with the law.
In-between their seat there was a strange device. Wade was about to pick it up, but the Unknown took it away quickly.

Unknown: You don't want to touch that.
Wade_Wilson: Why not?
Unknown: Because this is the only thing keeping this car ride peaceful. So Wade_Wilson, problem on society, expert in seven forms of combat, once broke a man's face in for taking his parking spot, got beat up by a girl you like, and violated parole by throwing a wheelchair-bound woman down a flight of stairs.
Wade_Wilson: Pushed. So why do you know so much about me.
Unknown: I'm putting a team together to combat an evil organization and I could find a use for a martial artist who can concentrate his life energy to make his fists harder than iron.
Wade_Wilson: Yeah… I'm gonna pass.
[I}Unknown[/I]: You like jail than? Listen you a tough guy but you don't know how to keep your mouth shut, in addition to doing a few missions for me I will set up a cozy place for you to lay low from the law. Without me, you won't last five minutes.
Wade_Wilson: …
Unknown: I' also pay you.
Wade_Wilson: Deal.



Present Day, Undisclosed Location

Mr. Eisner walks to the door to his home when he hears a noise. He quickly snaps around.

Mr. Eisner: Aw, Random. I guess you were staking out the base. So are you here to intimate me, interrogate, hmm?

The man just stands there; then suddenly he runs up and grabs Mr. Eisner by the throat, holding him several inches above the ground, against the door.

Mr. Eisner: R-Random… what… are you doing?

The man kick Mr. Eisner's left leg with massive force, shattering the bones to dust.

The Man: You seem to have me confused with someone else. My Emperor knows of your little club and he wants everything you have, failure to comply will not bode well for you.

The Man crushes Mr. Eisner's other leg. He walks away smiling, leaving Mr. Eisner crying in pain, quietly the man says:

The Man: I love my job.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 60 (Twilight's Dawn)

6 Months Ago, Pennsylvania


At city mall in the food court, a group of girls are sitting around gossiping or talking about boys or… make up or something…

Okay I have no idea what girls do in their spare time, what they talk about or just anything about them. I even hang out with a bunch of girls for a whole week and I still have no idea. They are and will always be a mystery to me, I will never learn to play the piano and I will never understand the female types. I am clueless as what to write. So instead you'll be treated to the stereotypical "high school girl" conversation. It won't last that long, it's just a place to start; maybe there will be a humorous joke or two.

So, mall, food, court, table, improper grammar, and use of the word "like", here we go.

Blonde: Oh. My. Gawd. Did you see what Becky was wearing the other night?
Brunette: I know, its like "Hello, green does not go with yellow".
Red Head: Oh did you see that one stupid show that revolves around teenagers with bad dialogue and plots that are completely unrealistic, or extremely improbable to happen to the same small group of people?
Brunette: Oh yeah, Scandinavianville? I can't believe with what Jane did to Donald, It was soooo scandalous.

God I can't take much more of this.

Blonde: Do you think he'll like, ever forgive her?
Red Head: I just hope she get back with that quarterback, Jake.
Blonde: Oh did you see that reality show about a bunch of people living together and have stupid drama.

Okay enough of this. In the group of fast-idiotic girls talking girls there is one who is starring into space clearly bored.

Red Head: He Twilight, what's the matter, girl?
TwilightEl: … huh? Nothing.

TwilightEl never really enjoyed hanging out with these broadly drawn, blatantly clichéd girls. The truth is that she has been feeling really bored and unfulfilled, like there's something she was meant to do; something higher than talking about shallow crap all day. Then suddenly, she felt different.

Brunette: Oh my gawd! Like, what's that on your arm?!

TwilightEl quickly looks down and sees this brown substance on her arm. TwilightEl hectically tries to wipe it off, but it wouldn't come off, in fact it was spreading. She quickly runs to the bathroom and tries to wash it off than in a split second it covered her body. She looks into the mirror, her skin turned brown and almost looked like it was moving, her eyes were gold and strange geometric shapes glowed all over her body.

Blonde: Oh my gawd… what are you going to do for the dance on Saturday?
TwilightEl: … I hate you.

Written By: Random
Cover By: Random

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Hidden: Twilight's Dawn
Volume 8, Issue 60, By Random
​

The Project:
Ultimate Bigby – The power of weak nuclear forces is his to command, he is the leader of this new team
Rene - The Green-skinned- goblin-complexion, fire-ball throwing, computer genius
Ultimate Houde – a former loner, this samurai has fought demons in his mind and emerged victorious. He commands fire with the help of his blades, and can slice reality to form portals.
Skotti – She can form pink energy spears, and teleport short distances rapidly.
UltimateDJF – a green monster with the heart (and mind) of a child
Baxter – a human who can turn into a giant.
Moonmaster – an ace journalist who is a werewolf on the side
Watcher – He can extend his senses to wherever he wants, and with the help of Doc Computer, he can traverse the entire globe within minutes
Iceman – happy go lucky controller of temperatures
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.

The Hidden:
Random - Flight and super strength, also a *****in' sword.
MaxwellSmart - A fedora-wearing all time super sleuth.
TwilightEl - Control over the forces of light
Unknown – I'll give you a hint, it's not Ice?

The Big 7
Mr. Eisner - Media expert, has ties in almost every single media in the world, he is bald.
Mr. Miller - An arms dealer who also over sees development of new weapons and technology.



Present Day, Pennsylvania

In a barn outside of a nowhere small town, that is located in the middle of nowhere. Our infamous Unknown character sits and waits. He is a patient individual, you need to be to fight a war like this. Where every step needs to be carefully considered, every aspect must be taken care of before the strike. The ground trembles a little, this doesn't faze the Unknown because it only means the first of his two guests is arriving.

Suddenly a circle with a strange design appears on the ground and TwilightEl rises from it. The trembling stops and Twilight's body returns to a normal appearance.

Unknown: You're on time, that's unusual.
TwilightEl: I was just sitting around all day, so where's the Superman wannabe?

Suddenly a figure moving fast flies through a hole in the ceiling, immediately landing. It was Random, wearing a red coat, because his red coat is awesome, awesome to the max, max meaning maximum…. I'll stop now.

Unknown: And you're the last one here, that's unusual.
Random: I was in the middle of something.
Unknown: Hm, Well anyway I have a mission for you two. I had Wade stake of the Doc Comic mansion to see if the secret society contacted The Project again.
TwilightEl: The Project?
Random: New Avatars.
TwilightEl: Ah.
Unknown: *Opens a folder and holds a picture* Moving on, we got a face and a name of another member of The Big 7.

Random's head snaps up and he quickly takes the photograph. He looks at the man in the picture and an expression of disappointment appears on his face. It's not the one he's looking for. Twilight felt out of the loop during an awkward silence.

TwilightEl: So ah, what do you want us to do, follow this guy?
Unknown: That would be difficult, he's in the hospital. Apparently he was attacked and I don't believe in coincidences. I want you to go to Metropolis's hospital, you priority is to find out what happened and their intentions with the Project.
Random: Right, let's go.

Random takes off but Twilight creates a longer arm around her own grabbing Random's awesome coat and slamming him back down to the ground.

Random: What was that for!
TwilightEl: You remember this guy has a teleporter right?
Random: … yes…


Doc Comic Mansion

At the home base of The Project, there is a heated discussion about their course of actions.

Widdle_Wade: So what the hell are we waiting for? Lets get there weapons and kick the Emperor's ***.
Rene: So we trade one dictator for another?
Widdle_Wade: These guys were already in charged for hundreds of years, why not?
Iceman: Well what about this Random guy? He said these Illuminati are bad news.
Widdle_Wade: Oh are we supposed to trust a guy who says he's been around for a while but never heard of?
Baxter: You prefer trusting an organization who claims to run the world and operate in secret and scheming.
Widdle_Wade: Yeah… well you're… ugly.
Skotti: Listen, I would not trust anyone who deals in secret and runs governments. I've had enough trouble with secret government organizations.
Bigby: Well I don't see any other way we could do it without them. On E-day everyone were so overwhelmed and preoccupied by the Red Star's army and now considering there seems to be a counter part to everyone of use we just don't have the power to fight them all. We need allies.
Rene: But we can't trust them.
Bigby: I'm not saying that we do, just keep them at arms length and use their resources. And be ready for what comes after we defeat the Emperor. Watcher, any news on this Eisner guy?
Watcher: Well it seems his been placed in the hospital.
Bigby: What?
Watcher: Yeah apparently he was attacked last night and was beat up pretty badly.
Baxter: By whom?
Watcher: I don't know but he's at the Metropolis Hospital.
Bigby: Call Moonmaster, err, Tasty Q Rockafella.



Cosmopolis

At the Daily Celestial Sphere a Pulitzer Prize winner journalist is busy typing away on his type writer, even though everyone else has a computer.

Chief: Rockafella! When's that front page article for the evening edition.
Moonmaster: Just spell checking now, Chief.
Chief: Well hurry up, and great Roman Emperor's spirit shave that beard!
Moonmaster: Yes Chief, right away, Chief.

The phone rings.

Moonmaster: Rockafella.
Bigby: Yes Mr. Rockafella I have a scoop for you.
Moonmaster: Oh?
Bigby: It seems the esteem media mogul, Mr. Eisner has been assaulted.
Moonmaster: Is that so?
Bigby: If you want the story I can provide transport to Metropolis and photographer.
Moonmaster: I'll take the case! Err, Story.


1 Hour Later, Metropolis

Three figures appear through a portal in the ally across the street from the hospital.

Moonmaster: *Adjusting fake glasses* Okay Iceman you're with me, just keep that camera in front of your face on the off chance someone recognizes you. And Houde stay here, scarred sword wielding samurais tend to stand out.

Moony and Iceman walk into the Hospital as Houde stays in the shadows. While just above him on the roof a portal opens with Random and TwilightEl stepping through.

Random: Okay, you go in and find out what you can, if there's any trouble just give the signal and I'll bust in, got it?
TwilightEl: Yes sir, Sub-commander sir!
Random: No need to be sarcastic.
TwilightEl: Whatever, I'm out.

TwilightEl's body dissipates into a cloud of what appears to be dust and flies in to the building. Random stands on the rooftop, looking around he spots someone familiar.

In the hospital Moonmaster and Iceman struts up to the counter.

Moonmaster: Hey there darlin' the name's Tasty Q. Rockafella of the Daily Celestial Sphere, I'm here to do a story on Mr. Eisner's Assault.
Nurse: Um well…

A man who has grey hairs along the side of his head, putting what looks to be a palm pilot, interrupts the conversation, as TwilightEl hovers above them.

Mr. Miller: I'm sorry if Mr. Eisner wants to give an interview he'll do it with one of the 12 media outlets that he owns.
Moonmaster: The unbiased press has the right to know.
Mr. Miller: Would you really hassle an old man who has just been brutally assaulted? Now if you ever want to get the info you and you group of friends can just wait for us to tell you.

Moonmaster realizing this guy knows about them, rethinking their plan he backs off.

Moonmaster: Come on Iceman, we're going to have to be sneaky.
Iceman: I love being sneaky.

Mr. Miller turns back to the counter.

Mr. Miller: I'm a friend of Mr. Eisner and I would like to speak with him, what room is he in?
Nurse: Room 261.
Mr. Miller: Thank you dear.

TwilightEl quickly moves to the second floor, which is being guarded by tons of body guard, luckily she can sneak past them easily.


6 Months Ago, Pennsylvania

TwilightEL was hovering round the sky, these powers were amazing! She found she can do many things. She can create limbs that can grow in size from thought. She even had a small amount of telekinetic abilities. The coolest experience was turning her body into a cloud of dust. Suddenly things felt right, she felt she was part of something important, when out of nowhere.

AHHHHH!

TwilightEL instinctively goes to investigate where she find her blonde friend being held hostage by to men at gun point.

Thug 1: Hello girly, my boss would find and interest in you powers.
Thug 2: Yeah buddy hehehe.

Thug 2 was pretty much a stupid hick.

Thug 1: So your going to do what we say or else your friend is dead.

TwilightEL froze; she didn't know what to do, when at that moment both thugs were blasted by some kind of force. And a man holding a strange device walks to the blonde.

Unknown: Your safe, now get home, TwilightEL and I have something to discuss.
TwilightEL: Who are you?
Unknown: A friend, these men are part of an organization that I am dedicated to fighting. I came here looking for another partner in this fight. So are you in?


Present Day, Metropolis


In the ally Across from the hospital, Random lands behind Houde startling him. He immediately takes out his sword.

Random: Hold on, I just want to talk.
Houde: Right, about how you attacked that Eisner fellow.
Random: What gives you that idea?
Houde: Oh I guess its because the day he talks to us in person he gets attacked, and who more likely would than the man whose dedicated to bringing his organization down?
Random: Listen that's not the way we do it.
Houde: Oh?
Random: This organization is- is like a hydra, cut off one head two more takes it's place. Attacking Eisner would do nothing. To take out such a secret organization you have to do one thing, take away the secret. What we are trying to do is get enough evidence and expose them to the world. They work through manipulations, take away their cover and they can't get away with it.
Houde: How can we believe you or them? Your both your groups are full of secrets.

Random takes a pause to consider this.

Random: Give me a day or two, and you'll have your answer.

Random takes off and flies away, circling around back to his rooftop.


Metropolis Hospital

TwilightEl follows Mr. Miller to Rom 261 as Moony and Iceman just get off the elevator.

Guard: Where are you going?
Moonmaster: Why to see Granny Rockafella in 262, she had an awful fall.
Guard: Hm…. Move along.

Moonmaster and Iceman man quickly gets into the room, which is empty some guard, and Moony slightly transforms and uses his super hearing to the vents. Mr. Miller walks into the room followed by TwilightEl who stays in the corner. Mr. Miller's palm pilot starts beeping, after a second he turns it off.

Mr. Miller: So now, what has happen to the great media king?
Mr. Eisner: You enjoy seeing me like this?
Mr. Miller: Little bit. So what happened?
Mr. Eisner: I had a visit from one of the Emperor's stooges.
Mr. Miller: What!?
Mr. Eisner: He knows about us, and wants us to work under him, sent a thug to cripple my legs.
Mr. Miller: This is serious. I'm going to arrange everybody, including yourself to go to level omega hiding. And I'll seal the deal with The UC alliance.

Mr. Miller walks out the room followed by TwilightEl. Having heard all they need to know, Moonmaster and Iceman sneaks out of the hospital. Miller goes into an empty room and stops. He takes out the palm pilot.

Mr. Miller: You se this, it's a new device I had made; it tells me when a super powered individual comes close to me. Now I'm pretty sure you're not a spy from the Emperor nor member of the Project. So I'm guessing your with that Random character. If that is so I want you to arrange a meeting. Me and him, I will have a security detail but nothing I'm sure he couldn't handle. I'll be in Philadelphia tomorrow at an empty building at the corner of 12th and Race Street at midnight. I wish to discuss an alliance against the Emperor.


6 Months Ago, Pennsylvania

Thug 1: Thanks for the job, I won't even count the money to see if its all there.
Thug 2: We did good huh boss?
Unknown: Yes, you did very good.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 61 (Being Cheesey)

3 Months Ago, Chicago

It's a windy day in the windy city… I guess that makes sense. On the street a small group of friends walk together joking around.

Dude 1: Oh man that movie was unbelievably awesome!
Dude 2: Yeah like the part where the jumps off the train onto the semi, with that hovering jets. Oh man that was so awesome.
Dude 3: Are you kidding? It was completely unrealistic and totally out of the style of the previous ones.
Dude 2: No it wasn't, it continued the 20 year old series by bringing it to the new millennium.
Dude 3: It's just another bastardization of a once great series made to be "extreme" I mean really, It's Hollywood sucking out the essence of everything that was once great about films, throwing away and sense of pride or dignity.
Dude 1: You know what I think?
Dude 3: What?
Dude 1: *farts*
Dude 3: … very mature.
Dude 2: Yo Cheesy, you've been uncharacteristically quiet.
McCheese: Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about the ubermensch, where he was running up the wall all crazy and uber-like.

McCheese tries to run against the wall of the ally not realizing that he only had a foot before the corner and kick a guy leaning against the building in the face. I mean right in the face.

Thug 1: OOwww!
Thug 2: Yo man, that fool just kicked you in the face!
Thug 3: Oh hell no you gonna get you're *** handed to you now!
Thug 1: Damn straight, no one messes with Grimm's Reapers and gets away with it!
Thug 2: After him!

McCheese: … crap.

McCheese takes off down the ally with the gang of thugs chasing after him, his friends makes no movement to help.

Written By: Random
Cover By: Random

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Hidden: Being Cheesy
Volume 8, Issue 61, By Random
​

The Project:
Ultimate Bigby – The power of weak nuclear forces is his to command, he is the leader of this new team
Rene - The Green-skinned- goblin-complexion, fire-ball throwing, computer genius.
Ultimate Houde – a former loner, this samurai has fought demons in his mind and emerged victorious. He commands fire with the help of his blades, and can slice reality to form portals.
Skotti – She can form pink energy spears, and teleport short distances rapidly.
UltimateDJF – a green monster with the heart (and mind) of a child
Baxter – a human who can turn into a giant.
Moonmaster – an ace journalist who is a werewolf on the side
Watcher – He can extend his senses to wherever he wants, and with the help of Doc Computer, he can traverse the entire globe within minutes
Iceman – happy go lucky controller of temperatures
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.

The Hidden:
Random - Flight and super strength, also a *****in' sword.
MaxwellSmart - A fedora-wearing all time super sleuth.
Wade_Wilson - The fugitive on the run, has the ability to manipulate his energy to make his fists as hard as iron.
TwilightEl - She has the ability to manipulate and control over the forces of light.
McCheese – The new guy that can't catch a break.
Unknown – Ahhhhh… look a puppy!

The Big 7
Mr. Miller - An arms dealer who also over sees development of new weapons and technology.


Present Day, Philadelphia

In an empty building he waits again, it's been a while since he called a meeting with everyone, but the message that Twilight delivered the other day called for it. The clocked turned to 11:30 PM and the Unknown character presses a button that opens several portals, and several individuals walked through them, MaxwellSmart, TwilightEl, Random, McCheese, and finally Wade_Wilson, who tripped over his feet and landed face first… sucks to be Wade.

MaxwellSmart: Well, well look at this, a happy little reunion, when was the last time we were all together?
TwilightEl: Not since that thing in Europe.
McCheese: Oh man that was fun.
Wade_Wilson: Shut up, what is this all about? I was really looking forward to sleeping tonight.
Unknown: Yesterday Twilight received a message from the Big 7, apparently they wish to discuss a truce.
MaxwellSmart: Seriously?
Unknown: Yes, it seems this Emperor has made a target out of them, either they serve under him or he'll annihilate them.
Wade_Wilson: So? Let him kills the slimy bastards, save us the trouble.
McCheese: Good point.
TwilightEl: But they are offering their army and supplies to Project, with that we might be able to take out the Emperor.
McCheese: Good point.
Wade_Wilson: So what? The Emperor hasn't done ****, basically he sits on his throne, and he hasn't tried to rearrange the world or anything, let him pretend to be the boss.
McCheese: Good point.
TwilightEl: But he can enslave us all if he wants.
McCheese: Good-ow!

MaxwellSmart slaps McCheese upside the head.

MaxwellSmart: Listen I'd rather not fight super villains but the Emperor is just as bad as the society, the difference is he rules the world in the open.
Wade_Wilson: But Boss here told us we didn't have to fight super powered freaks.
Unknown: I did say never to get involved and I still stand by it, no we are only going to this meeting to gain Intel.
TwilightEl: You mean we're not going to do anything about the Emperor?
Unknown: No, as I said hundreds of times getting involved with Ultimate Central will only jeopardize the mission. Now Maxwell, tell me everything you can about this Miller.
MaxwellSmart: *sigh* Well he's got connections to weapons development both government and independent companies. And I found a bunch of rumors connecting him to arms dealing.
Unknown: Okay, I'm going to have Random meet face to face with him, I want the rest of you positioned on rooftops in case things go sour.


3 Months Ago, Chicago

For the last ten minutes McCheese has been on the run, being chased down by a gang. They had just ran through a market, knocking over many fruit stances, running through a large glass being carried back and forth, and also a stand of clichés. McCheese starts climbing up a fire escape and into an apartment interrupting a dinner stepping on a plate of spaghetti before running out the door.

Mob guy: Oooooh, that dirty rat. He chose the wrong meatball diner to disrupt.
Mob dude: What are we gonna do boss?
Mob guy: Get your guns boys, we're going to show this ruffian that no one messes with the Dons.

One of the men stands up on the table firing his gun.

Mob weirdo: Yee Haw, lets light this candle!!!

There was a moment of awkward silence before the mob guy shoots the weirdo dead.

Mob guy: Now after him, and call the Big Boss.


Present Day, Philadelphia

At 11:50 PM, five blocks away from the meeting point on a rooftop, the Hidden members, minus the Unknown, stand going over there game plan.

Random: Okay, Max I want you on the roof of the convention center, Twi, go to the top of that parking garage, McCheese, on the roof of the red building, And Wade on top of the diner.
Wade_Wilson: Oh come on, I'm starving and you want me on top of the diner?
Random: If you want you could break and steal something from their fridge.
Wade_Wilson: Really?
Random: No, now stop complaining.
MaxwellSmart: Okay so how are we going to communicate, they're surely going to be scanning every type of transmission possible?
McCheese: Ahh, finally my chance to shine.

McCheese takes out five pairs of ear pieces that originally connect to cell phones to work.

TwilightEl: How is this going to help, they still produce radio waves or what ever?
McCheese: Ah, but these are broken.
Wade_Wilson: Heh, you are stupid.
McCheese: Can someone stupid make a set of communicators that are completely undetectable? I think not. I've harmonized each object in tune to the same frequency, so they are able to pick up and transmit any sound with in a certain radius and should last a few hours.
MaxwellSmart: You sir, are a genius.
McCheese: Ain't it the truth? I've also rigged Random's so we would hear the conversation.
Random: Excellent, okay everybody get to your positions.

Each member leaves, Wade groaning considerably, except for Maxwell.

MaxwellSmart: You were a little quiet during that whole debate.
Random: You know me, always the quiet one.
MaxwellSmart: Not about things like this, I was looking forward to your opinion.
Random: About what?
MaxwellSmart: Don't be coy, I know you, none of us have the same kind of score to settle with the society, but you're never one to stay out of a fight and let someone else go up against the bad guy alone.

Random remains silent for a moment.

Random: You know which side I'm on.
MaxwellSmart: Yep, and I'm with you either way, but what about the others?
Random: That's why I asked for that second file. You should get to your post, it's almost time.
MaxwellSmart: Yeah, yeah.


3 Months Ago, Chicago

Well this has been one sucking day for McCheese, Not only has he been chased around the entire city, but he has also managed to piss off two of the biggest gangs of Chicago. For five hours he's been running, and has found him self on the Dearborn Street drawbridge late at night. He figures once he crosses he could lose them, but his way is blocked by, the E-Birds.

E-Bird: Where's our money Lebowski?
McCheese: For the last time, I'm not Lebowski!
E-Bird: We don't care, we still want our money.

So now McCheese was surrounded by the three biggest and baddest gangs. They completely cut off all exits around him. There's no way out, they are all standing there still, when one member of each gang steps forward. They were the bosses.

Early Bird of the E-Birds
MacDonald of The Dons
And finally the horrible, Grimace of Grimm's Reapers.

Grimace: So McCheese, you thought you could run, after stealing our money, ruining our dinners, and disrespecting my subordinates? No.

All three leaders point their guns.

Grimace: Vaya con Dios, Senior McCheese.
McCheese: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, I'd did mean any trouble this was all just a series of me screwing up, after all I am the original Antidisestablishmentarianist-

Suddenly a force pushed everyone back, a loud an annoying sound ring in everyone's ears, the bridge begins to sway as the word "Antidisestablishmentarianist" repeatedly echoes out. All the glass within 100 feet shatters. The bridge begins to crumble, all three gangs run off. The floor breaks apart underneath McCheese; he hangs on the edge for dear life but eventually falls. But he doesn't hit the water; instead he lands in a boat.

Unknown: Hmm, power of sound, I could find that useful.


Present Day, Philadelphia

11:59 PM, Random flies towards the empty building while his teammates stay at their positions. McCheese places his hands on the floor.

McCheese: Whoa, I'm picking up vibrations all around, a bunch of people standing around here.
TwilightEl: What are they saying?
McCheese: Let's see, something about striking at the signal.
TwilightEl: Hmm, Miller did say he would have protection, what do you think Maxwell?
MaxwellSmart: Not a problem you guys can probably take them out.
Wade_Wilson: Whatever, I'm gonna take a nap.
TwilightEl: You suck Wade, everybody be ready, and Max stop starring at my ***.
MaxwellSmart: *holding binoculars* How does she always know?

Inside the building Mr. Miller stands alone. The place is well lit and under construction, there are tools and rubble littering the place. Flying through the window is Random

Mr. Miller: Ah Random, a minute early.

Random lands on the ground he folds his arms, and gives that serious stare. You know that stare, the one where it's like "Say whatever you have right now, cause I have no problem beating the crap out of you", yeah, that stare.

Mr. Miller: You look disappointed.
Random: I was kind of hoping for someone else.
Mr. Miller: I'm sure you were. Well let's get right down to the heart of it. The Emperor is threatening our existence and we want to, how should I put it? Team up with The Project.
Random: What, world not big enough to rule alone?
Mr. Miller: Listen this isn't like the time that psycho Nigma took over. This is permanent unless someone acts now.
Random: And what's to keep you from turning on them?
Mr. Miller: Please, if we want Ultimate Central we would have taken it.
Random: What do you know about it that we don't?
Mr. Miller: Tons but nothing we want direct part in.
Random: What's there that you're afraid of?
Mr. Miller: I didn't come here to discuss that. Now Mr. Random, you're the hero so why don't you play one and defend this world you want to protect from the real evil.
Random: Wise man once said, you should never choose between two evils, only good. And I know the stuff you and your organization has done, we can debate all night whether or not you're the lesser evil.

Mr. Miller pauses and walks around Random.

Mr. Miller: This is more than a power struggle; this is Earth fighting off alien oppressors. We bring order to this world because we care about it.
Random: That is a bunch of bull. If you cared about this world you would have taught it to stand on its own. How do you think it was so easy for the Emperor to take control? People should not be ruled by the self proclaimed elite. You're the ones who bribe, steal and murder to get this world to bend over for you. I know exactly what you are so don't try and put on a show.

A grim face is shown by Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller: Very well then. This is a power struggle, we want to keep the old world order, The Project wants revenge on the Emperor, and you want the world free. This would only be a temporary truce. You know project: Catalyst. In a last resort we can create hundreds of him, we hold influence over a good majority of the world's military, and have the most advance technology on Earth. With that we have a chance at retaking the world. Afterwards we go back to our song and dance. And before you respond remember your little group barely makes a blip on our radars. We don't care about you and we certainly don't care about The Project. We only need you because we don't want to be the public faces of the liberation.

Random stands still, considering all that's been said, is it right to work with this sadistic group? Would the world be better is the Emperor just took them out? Can The Project take out the Emperor on his own? There was a few moment of silence when suddenly-

KABOOM!

A whole section of wall exploded, knocking back both Random and Mr. Miller. Pieces of the ceiling crumble, nothing can be seen in the dust. Random stand up ready for anything as the dust settles.

Man: Well, well, what do we have here?

In the dust a figure approaches, he wears black and red clothing, has long dirty hair and a scar over his left eye.

Man: Sorry to crash your party, but I wanted to make sure you received my master's message, and who is this?

Random prepares himself to fight.

Man: Might as well quit now, cause nothing can beat my method.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 62 (The Method)

1 Year Ago, Philadelphia

It was an average day, at an average college campus. It was mourning (or noon to you non-college people) and average students were busy going to and from class. One student was walking slowly, the bags under his eyes shows he is two seconds away from falling asleep. He was not average, not anymore.

Girl: Hey, there you are!
Random: Huh, wha-
Girl: where were you last night, I thought you said you were going to the Sigma Phi party?
Random: I was… busy.
Girl: Busy? Since when are you ever busy?
Random: Okay, I'll tell you, last night I got superpowers and went flying around the city fighting crime.
Girl: Fine, don't tell me.
Unknown: You keep a lot of secrets don't you Random?

There was a man leaning against a parked car, holding a strange device.

Girl: Random? Do you know this guy?
Random: Hey, I'll catch up with you later, okay?
Girl: Umm okay.

Once Random's friend leaves he stares intently at the man.

Random: Who are you?
Unknown: You're an interesting guy Random. Usually when someone becomes able to fly they would enjoy themselves, but you, you just go out and do the same thing you do every other night; with the exception of stopping a few crimes.
Random: I don't know what you're talking about.
Unknown: Of course you don't. If I were I'd say the same thing, trying to fight a secret organization with that cool sword of yours, you should be suspicious.

Random was surprised, who was this guy and how de he know so much about him. He was always careful to cover his tracks.

Unknown: You know most college students are content with getting drunk, having a life, worrying only about not letting their professors know that they have a hang over. They don't want to trouble themselves with the headache of toppling a huge criminal organization. Though I guess they would be as determined as you are if they had seen in front of their own eyes the sight of those two di-

With in a split second Random had his hand around the Unknown's throat.

Random: You speak of that again, I'll crush your throat.
Unknown: Fair enough.
Random: Now who are you?
Unknown: I'm hungry, let's get something to eat.

Written By: Random
Cover By: Random

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Hidden: The Method
Volume 8, Issue 62, By Random
​

The Project:
Ultimate Bigby – The power of weak nuclear forces is his to command, he is the leader of this new team
Rene - The Green-skinned- goblin-complexion, fire-ball throwing, computer genius.
Ultimate Houde – A former loner, this samurai has fought demons in his mind and emerged victorious. He commands fire with the help of his blades, and can slice reality to form portals.
Skotti – She can form pink energy spears, and teleport short distances rapidly.
UltimateDJF – a green monster with the heart (and mind) of a child.
Baxter – a human who can turn into a giant.
Moonmaster – an ace journalist who is a werewolf on the side
Watcher – He can extend his senses to wherever he wants, and with the help of Doc Computer, he can traverse the entire globe within minutes
Iceman – happy go lucky controller of temperatures
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.

The Hidden:
Random - Flight and super strength, also a *****in' sword.
MaxwellSmart - A fedora-wearing all time super sleuth.
Wade_Wilson - The fugitive on the run, has the ability to manipulate his energy to make his fists as hard as iron.
TwilightEl - She has the ability to manipulate and control over the forces of light.
McCheese – The sound user that can't catch a break.
Unknown – … meow…

The Big 7
Mr. Miller - An arms dealer who also over sees development of new weapons and technology.



Present Day, Philadelphia.

There was an eerie silence; the only sound was the wind blowing through the huge hole in the wall. Random stood ready to fight, he considered this to be a trap but the expression on Mr. Miller's face was that of complete terror.

Method: Well Mr. Miller, did you receive the message.

Mr. Miller tries to compose himself but shows his fear.

Mr. Miller: Y-yes we did receive it.
Method: And what is your answer?
Mr. Miller: Well…
Method: No real need, I already know it. From the looks of this fellow you are trying to ally yourself with a super powered individual. Strange, there is no information on this one. My Emperor would love to have a meeting with someone like you.

Random stands firm.

Method: Well, Mr. Miller it looks like I'll have to send your comrades another message.

Method begins charging the Illuminati member, who was frozen with fear. Method was about to punch Miller with enough force to rip his head off. But the Punch was blocked, by Random. Even though he successfully diverted the punch his arms still hurt like hell, Random knew this was going to be painful.

Random: I have a message for your Emperor, myself.

Random pushed Method off and started landing blow after blow, knocking him back with each one. Random then kicks his opponent in the chest hurling him upwards. The caped hero takes of punching Method higher up, through the ceilings of the upper floors. After reaching the fourth floor, Random grabs Method's arm and shoves his elbow into the villain's Adam's apple and started flying Method head first, past the first floor and into the basement.

Random jump out of the resulting crater and tries to catch his breathe. He can't see this Method through the dusts and begins to think maybe that was too much. When suddenly

Ha ha ha ha heh ha…

A sinister laughter echoes as Method pulls himself out of the rumble sporting a disturbing smile.

Method: Is that all you got?

He was still chuckling. Random jumps, flying towards him, hoping to catch Method off balance, but as he punches Method grabs Random's arm, twisting it behind his back, and slamming his face into the ground.

Method: Are you kidding me?

Method said as he kicks Random's face further into the ground.

Method: All power, no substance.

Random turns around and lunges toward Method, who easily dodges the punch and proceeds to upper cut Random, throwing him into a wall on the first floor. Method casually makes his way up through the hole. He walks by Mr. Miller attempting to run and way and backs hand him across the room and continues walking towards Random.


1 Year Ago, Philadelphia

It was the busy hours for the campus food court, students coming and going, studying, last minute homework, or laughing and having a good times. But at one table two men sat, one stuffing his face, the other staring with an annoyed look.

Unknown: Mmm, you can't beat these when they're fresh.
Random: Glad you're enjoying yourself, not I want some answers.
Unknown: Fair enough,

The Unknown places a strange device of the table and wipes his mouth with a napkin.

Unknown: This organization you spent so much free time fighting is a lot bigger than you think. In fact you are only fighting a very small fraction. As far as I can figure they hold influence over governments, religions, Hollywood and maybe more. They are run by seven individuals who are at the top most levels.
Random: So what do you want from me.
Unknown: I'm forming a team of individuals with powers, like yourself.
Random: How did you find me?
Unknown: I have my ways for predict the power surge. I have a lot of cool gadgets, for example this thing.

He picks up the device.

Unknown: This thing is a nullifier. You see at Ultimate Central, the little get away in cyber space, they have a machine the measure the level of auras that each person produces. Now whenever an individual, such as yourself, gains powers there is a temporary spike in your aura. Now that machine can usually pin point the area of this spike. Sometimes it doesn't pick it up because magic is involved, or fluctuations in the magnetic poles, or if the individual is watching "How I Met Your Mother", etc, etc. Now this device insures that this area appears completely normal. And that keeps people like the Avatars or the Brotherhood or who ever shows up in hopes of recruiting.
Random: And why don't you want them showing up?
Unknown: Because there battles are way too public and we don't want this organization to know everything about us. To take out a shadow group we will need to become a shadow group.
Random: And what exactly will I be doing?
Unknown: In the next few months I hope to recruit a few more members, every once in a while I will contact any of you with a mission, what you do on your own time is you problem. We will coordinate our efforts and when the time is right, checkmate. So are you in?

Random takes a moment to consider the offer, he nods silently.

Unknown: Excellent! Now I'm gonna get myself another cheeseburger!


Present Day, Philadelphia.

Method grabs a barely conscious Random by the neck, lifting him off the ground.

Method: You're my counterpart aren't you? I'm insulted. You and I have identical powers but while you swing wildly, I actually think, I can counter every move you make, instantly create a strategy, and annihilate any opponents. How pathetic.
Random: I hrg, urg.
Method: I'm sorry, what was that?
Random: urg, I said, I have something you don't.
Method: Oh really, and what's that?
Random: This.

Random swing his sword, slicing Method's chest.

Method: Arg! You bastard!

Random starts attacking, but Method just dodges them. Random is able to cut him a few times when suddenly Method grabs the sword and knocks Random unconscious.

Method: Your swings are still too wide, it's futile.

He lifts up the sword, preparing to finish the hero off, when it starts producing golden electricity, burning Method's hands.

Method: Ahhh!

The sword drops to the ground. Mr. Miller staggers to his feet and takes out his cell phone, attack now!

With that a number of mercenaries charge the building, armed with high tech weaponry. They begin firing at Method, knocking him back to a wall with strange energy beams. Method picks up a piece of rumble and hurls it at one the men. The rock knocks the agent off balance causing him to accidentally shoot several of his teammates. With the fire power decreased in half he charges the soldiers, with a display of skill and agility he dodges every blast taking out each person, sometimes with their own weapons.

After the new threat has been deposed of he looks around, it seems that rodent Miller escaped but Random was not where he was originally laying. Looking around he notices MaxwellSmart dragging an unconscious Random away.

MaxwellSmart: Geez, for a guy that can fly he sure is heavy.
Method: So where do you think you're going?
MaxwellSmart: Whoa there, I ain't here to fight, I'm just a lover, he's the fighter.

Method turns around only to get punched in the face by Wade Wilson. Showing his turn martial arts mastery, Wade delivered blow after blow to Method, who can barely keep up. Unlike Random, Wade is trained to fight and Method has a hard time deducing his movements, they seem to be a mixed form of several fighting techniques.

Wade_Wilson: Oh yeah! I've always knew I could kick Random's ***.

With his next one-two punch Method grabs both of Wade's arms at the fore arm. He tightens his grip causing a facture Wilson's right arm.

Method: So you focus you energy to make your fist stronger. Hmp, too bad it only works for your fist.
Wade_Wilson: Arg, who ever said that.

Wilson then kicks Method right under his chin; both his feet were now covered in green flames. Once Method lands Wade is right there jumping on top of him with combinations of kicks and punches. But then Method grabs Wade's neck, squeezing the air out of him. Just as Wilson is about to pass out, Method feels something grab his arms. Suddenly he is thrown into the second floor.

TwilightEl used her powers to manifest larger arms which she used to attack Method from a distance. She didn't let up and kept attacking him, when suddenly Method grabbed the arm and pulled her towards him. Just as he was about to hit the flying TwilightEl her body dissipated into different pieces avoiding the blow. When she reassembled she completely tied him up using her manifested arms. It proves to little as Method breaks the hold and throws Twilight across the room.

Method picks up a broken metal rod and start moving towards TwilightEl, when he notices the sound of foot steps behind him. He turns around to see McCheese tip toeing toward him. Before Method can attack, McCheese place his hand to his mouth and whispers…

McCheese: Antidisestablishmentarianist.

Suddenly a large force was direct right in front of Method's face. It hit him like a ton of bricks. After it, Method hair was standing to one side as he staggers around, he immediately throws a piece of rock at McCheese's head, knocking him out. As Method tries to gather himself he takes a look around, every threat has been stopped all that's left was MaxwellSmart. Not taking any chances he picks up the bar and heads towards Maxwell.

Method: So a lover and not a fighter? Than what good are you to them?
MaxwellSmart: Distraction.

Method's head snaps up as he is impaled in the chest. Looking down to find it was by a pink energy spear. Pulling it out turning around he is greeted by Moonmaster who starts slashing away. Method kicks him off only to be attacked by flames coming from Houde's swords. Method charges Houde, knocking him several feet away with his shoulder, he immediately starts tossing rumble at Skotti-chan.

TwilightEl begins to come to, just as Iceshadow, Blacksword, and Shadowprime. Almost on cue, TwilightEl, Ultimate Houde, and Skotti-Chan use they powers to teleport. In a flash everyone was gone, leaving Method in the middle of the building's rumble. He falls to his knees, bleeding, broken, beaten…

Method: Well, player… well played-

He collapses. Iceshadow and his crew walk up.

Iceshadow: Man these 616-ers are pretty pathetic.


Epilogue 1

It's been a few days since the fight in Philly, Houde is still troubled by it, they were lucky that The Watcher found them, but the second they saved they got to safety TwilightEl teleported her team away. Houde was wondering if they can trust people who stay secret in the shadow. Staring out of the window at the Doc Mansion he spots something, a floating man in a red coat. After being spotted Random slowly lands straight down.

In the woods by the mansion a portal opens next to Random, Ultimate Houde exists from it.

Houde: So what do you want.
Random: Here.

Random hands Houde a folder.

Houde: What's this?
Random: That's a summery of everything we know about that secret organization.
Houde: And how can I trust this?

Random hands another folder.

Random: That's just about all the information on us, except for our leader. I'm with you as well as Maxwell, if you want the other's help you'll have to ask them individually.
Houde: And why isn't you leader in these files?
Random: Because I know he would not join, and I will respect his decision to remain private. Just one thing, be careful who you show those too, I know you have people with questionable past on your team. I'm putting a lot of trust in you.
Houde: So, what do you think we should do with the offer?
Random: Accept it… but don't trust them, and only use them when you absolutely need to. The second they don't need you, they'll turn on you.
Houde: Why are you doing this?
Random: I don't like secret organizations, I firmly believe in checks and balances, that 's one of the reasons I fight in this group, but… my father always said "Do the right thing" and I felt horrible not having help you guys on E-day, I just want to put myself aside and do the right thing… So my cell number is in there, you need anything just call.

Random flies away and Houde returns to the mansion.


Epilogue 2

In a dark and dirty laboratory, Method is strapped to a table, covered in bandages and stitches. A person walks through the door.

Ice: Hello Method.
Method: What are you doing here?
Ice: You don't get the right to ask questions, you're alive for one reason and one reason only, because the Emperor wants to know everything that happened. After that Professor Houdenmeyer gets to use you as a test subject.
Method: I can still be of use.
Ice: Shut up.

Ice walks out of the door and leans against the wall. He remembers s the look on the Emperor's face when he heard of these new super powers. It's the first time this has really happened since the Emperor took over and he was force to pretend to be his right hand man. The first time, he felt hope.


Epilogue 3

In a dark room the Unknown sits talking on a phone.

Unknown: Yes, I see, so he did that. All of us need to meet again, soon. We need to be delicate. Things are about to get very complicated

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

UC Annual 2 (Redemption)

Frozen Wastes of The Artic

The wind kicked up, howling across the snow dunes, the warm sun doing nothing to heat up the land. Two men stood in the view of a mountain range, one of them wearing a large overcoat, with a giant top hat, the other had on a cloak of grey, which flapped in the wind, revealing a grey jumpsuit underneath, and white fur on his face.

And his lack of a right arm.

The cold did not seem to bother this man, as he yelled over the wind to his companion.

Marvelman: Is it time yet?

The other man took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He counted off several seconds in his head, put away the watch, and pointed to the tallest mountain visible in their eyes.

Person: That's the mountain.

Marvelman nodded, his hood coming undone. Not bothering to replace it, he bolted. He was following the shadow of the mountain, and skidded to a stop at the point where the shadow points. Using his good hand, he started to dig through the snow. The other person took their time to get there, practically whistling to himself as he walked. He stopped, and watched Marvelman dig for awhile

Person: I said we should have brought shovels.

Marvelman snarled at him.

Marvelman: You could help me, considering you're the only one who's been complaining about the cold.
Person: Naw, I'll watch our back for patrols
Marvelman: Then let me do this.

One of Marvelman's claws raked against metal. Using this as a gage, he quickly found the rest of the entrance, which was only under about six inches of snow. Pulling up, it popped open, and without waiting for the other person, he jumped in.

Marvelman, a ninja ferret with one arm, and Entropy are going to the Artic. What will they find there?

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC ANNUAL
Redemption
Volume 8, Annual 2, By Ultimate Houde
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Flashback, Couple of months ago

Marvelman gazed upon ruins.

The whole entire town of Holbrook New York was like this. Completely destroyed. In dismay at seeing his hometown destroyed, the Ninja ferret walked forward, assessing the damage. He didn't rush, in fact; outwardly his demeanor was one of calm. He half expected to find his destination in the same state of destruction, so he didn't rush to it. He took in all the detail he could, a slash of pavement there, a laser beam burn here, a small crater there, and these small details could save his life. Whatever happened here was thorough, and if he was going to get revenge, he needed to see what caused this. That, and he was being followed, he knew it. Moving forward, the Ninja Ferret paused, taking a left at a crossroads.

The figure made itself known. He was wearing a strange looking Trenchcoat, and had a goofy looking tophat on. Stepping out in the middle of the street, he spoke to Marvelman.

Person: You're parents live down this way, you went in the opposite direction, why?
Marvelman: Well, I knew you were following me, so instead of seeing my childhood home in ruins, which it obviously is, I expect. Aren't you supposed to be dead?
Person: I run with Lady Luck, for some reason I teleported off that death trap we were on. What happened to your arm?
Marvelman: Relief.

The person cocked his head.

Person: That makes no sense.
Marvelman: Neither does this destruction. Do you know what caused it?
Person: Know what caused it? I can show you where the guy sleeps at night.

Marvelman's teeth shown and his good hand flexed.

Marvelman: So Entropy, you gonna tell me, or am I going to have to beat the information out of you.
Entropy: HA! We could fight, though it won't solve anything. I'm pissed that the stupid Emperor thinks I'll let it slide that he used me to usher in this new world order of his. Then, his stupid minions try to kill me. So no, we don't have to fight; I'll even come with you to kill the guy who tried to kill your parents.
Marvelman: Oh really?

Present

Marvelman landed easily, and looked at his surroundings. He was in a tunnel that had lighting. The cold glare of the flickering lights upset Marvelman, he expected more than this stupid little tunnel. He stepped forward, and the other man fell down next to him.

Entropy: Well, that was fun
Marvelman: You should have frozen to death.

Entropy shook off the giant overcoat, which fell to the ground, revealing several hot pads on the inside of it.

Entropy: Lucky I guess.
Marvelman: Let's find out where this leads.

Marvelman crept forward taking his time he was being extremely quiet, when he heard his companion load his gun.

CLICK CLICK

Marvelman: Are you nuts? You want to announce to everyone you're here?
Entropy: The gun is old; it requires lots of force to load it. Relax, you're too high strung.
Marvelman: Well, let's see, half the people who helped you out on the damn Star are dead or maimed, and you are perfectly fine!
Entropy: That's because I'm lucky
Marvelman: Well I'm not; you got that, so we do this my way, sneaky, okay.
Entropy: Fine.

They walked forward some more, and as Marvelman was looking around a corner, he heard another noise behind him.

CLICK CLICK

Marvelman: By John Lennon's hairdo, what are you doing?
Entropy: Rewinding my watch, I like to keep it accurate.
Marvelman: No wonder half your team was decimated. You're a nutcase.
Entropy: Why thank you

He smiled.

Marvelman: Fine, stealth is out of the damn question I guess. Just keep up, you got that?

Marvelman took off down a corridor. It was bendy, but had no offshoots, leading in one direction. As he ran he thought to himself that if he was the bad guy here, he would have had the entrance under video surveillance, and this whole corridor ****y trapped. And he would already have known of Entropy and his presence.

Marvelman ran out of corridor. He stopped at the edge, looking into a huge room, that went both up and down, the room got wider on the way up, shorter on the way down. The entire wall had glass tanks on it, and the nearest one to Marvelman had someone inside of it. Marvelman shrugged as the last piece of this puzzle feel into place. Laughing to himself, smirking, showing a bit of fang, Marvelman sauntered into the room, whistling 'Eight Days a Week'.

Person: Hello

A nondescript figure appeared near Marvelman, looking at him.
Person: You f…

Marvelman raised up a hand.

Marvelman: Let me guess, this was a trap, Entropy was sent specifically for me, and that I walked straight into it?
Person: Yes, but how?
Marvelman: Seriously, I get no respect.

Flashback

Marvelman walked over to Entropy, holding out his good hand.

Marvelman: I'm in, let's shake on this.

Entropy grabbed his hand, and Marvelman gripped it, digging in his claws. Entropy looked up at Marvelman and saw him smiling, fangs and all. Entropy gave him a weird look, and went to activate his luck, a bit too late. Marvelman kneed him in the stomach, then in the head, knocking Entropy on his back. He went for a fist to the head to finish it, but Entropy activated his luck, and rolled. Marvelman slipped on some rubble that came out of nowhere, and lost his balance. Entropy got up and pulled out his gun. Marvelman snarled, and leapt, and somehow a nearby building collapsed right on top of Marvelman, burying him in it. Entropy shook his head.

Entropy: What a waste…

He felt claws touch the back of his neck. Entropy froze.

Entropy: How did you…
Marvelman: I'm a ninja, even with your stupid powers that alter luck, I can still move faster and more accurately than you can keep up. Now, who sent you?
Entropy: One of the Emperor's generals, the Lunar Lord.
Marvelman: Don't know anything about him, now; tell me why you are doing this.
Entropy: The usual, my life or yours.
Marvelman: How about you say we pay him back for this wanton destruction.
Entropy: It wasn't that wanton, they did it because they wanted bodies for experiments. They covered it up, saying it was a bunch of rogue Centralites..
Marvelman: Interesting…when did you start working for the Lunar Lord?
Entropy: He pulled me out of ice in the Arctic
Marvelman: Ice?
Entropy: I didn't teleport of the Star; I tricked one of the attackers, the Longshots, to teleport for me. He dumped me in the Antarctic Ocean. It was luck really how they found me.

Marvelman pressed the claws in further.

Marvelman: At which point were you planning to turn traitor.
Entropy: When we got to the base, and the Lunar Lord thought I was on his side, then I shoot him in the head.
Marvelman: So, the double cross eh?
Entropy: Yes
Marvelman: Now why should I believe you?
Entropy: Cause, I told you earlier, I hate it when people think they can fool and control me.
Marvelman: If I was still me old self, I would get directions then slit your throat. But seeing how I'm a brand new ninja ferret these days, I'm taking you along for the ride.
Entropy: Fine by me.

Present

Lunar Lord: Oh you get plenty of respect Marvelman. I need your powers, hence why you are here. So, plenty of respect. I even tricked you, did you know that?

Entropy walked out behind Lunar Lord, pointing his gun at the Lord's head.

Marvelman: You could say that.

Entropy pulled the trigger, the bullet lodging itself into Lunar Lord's head, bringing the man down. Sparks erupt from it, and oil mixes with blood that leaks out of the hole in his head.

Entropy: I can shoot this guy in the head. I like that.

A door opens above both Marvelman and Entropy; another Lunar Lord stepped out, this one with a giant gun. He aims it at Entropy.

Lunar Lord: I was going to use your power as well you know.

The gun goes off, and the two Centralites dodge. They both somersault backwards over the slippery ice floor. Entropy stops, and casually looks at his scarf, which is now caught on the wall, frozen to it.

Entropy: I liked that scarf, hey Ninja ferret boy, don't touch the glass, and it's really super-cold ice stuff. You'll probably freeze to it.

A small pebble landed in the ground next to him, and he looked up.

Entropy: And there are a couple more of these freaks.

Several more Lunar Lords landed on the ground, each brandishing a different weapon, an axe, a sword, and one had another pistol type gun, and the last carried a strange looking weapon obviously used for cutting people in half.

The moved forward, all talking at the same time.

Lunar Lord: We are infinite, we are eternal, and you two pathetic beings cannot hope to defeat us.
Marvelman: I'm a slow learner.

Marvelman ran across the ground quickly, his claws leaving scoring marks in the ice floor. Leaping, he slammed into one with a kick. The one with the gun went to shot him, and Marvelman knocked the gun to the side, blowing the brains out of the one with the strange weapon. Spinning, he kicked the axe wielder in the groin, and leapt out of the way of another bullet. Entropy lined up his gun and fired, the bullet missing its intended target, instead bouncing on several walls at strange angles. The Lunar Lord with the massive gun lined up a shot, and the stray bullet smashed into his knee. The shot went wide, and his massive gun barked, spewing death upon the other two lords, leaving just the one with the sword left standing. He calmly surveyed the carnage.

Lunar Lord: You two still resist? How pathetic.

The one with the sword charges Marvelman, knocking him down to the ground. Marvelman went to brace himself to push off the ground, but he made a mistake, he still thought he had his arm. He was laying on his side without an arm, the stump resting on the icy ground. Marvelman looked up with fear on his eyes as the Lunar Lord stepped forward, its sword raised.

The other standing Lunar Lord released a volley of bullets at Entropy, to keep him busy. Scowling, Entropy kept trying to get a shot. Shrugging, he fired off a bullet anyways. If rebounded off an ice wall, into a glass panel, ricocheting off a weapon, the bullet missed the Lunar Lord bearing down on Marvelman by mere inches. Instead, it smashed into a glass jar that was holding a piece of rock.

This caused the Lunar Lords to look away for a half a second.

The half a second Marvelman needed.

Five minutes before the beginning of the comic

Marvelman, wearing just his cloak, walked across the Antarctic, showing no sign of feeling the cold.

Entropy: That's interesting, you may not have your other abilities anymore, yet you still don't feel cold.
Marvelman: I can still feel my abilities inside of me, waiting to burst out.
Entropy: So what's stopping you from using them?
Marvelman: Confidence. I need to believe in myself again.
Entropy: I don't want to go into a fight with someone who can't fight.
Marvelman: Oh, I'm still a fighter, just ninja abilities now though.
Entropy: Well, maybe this is the place you regain yourself.
Marvelman: Maybe…

Present

Confidence in myself…

The Lunar Lord resumed his swing, coming down with the sword.

With a grunt of effort, Marvelman pulled at his stump, and with it, an arm made of ice out of the ground. The ice arm came up and grabbed the sword in midstroke, easily blocking it. His arm didn't even chip.

Marvelman: Guess whose back?

He punched the Lunar Lord in the face, released the sword, elbowed him with his ice arm, and then followed with a headbutt. As the Lunar Lord went down, Marvelman concentrated, and a sword made of ice appeared in his hand, so thin and translucent that one could see through it.

Marvelman: Whatever that piece of rock is you want it real bad.

He nicked the air, causing a small portal to appear. The piece of rock fell out of it, and into his normal hand.

Marvelman: Later. Entropy, let's get going. Swiping his super sharp sword in the air, he caused a gateway to appear, which he jumped through. Entropy followed through a moment later.

The Lunar Lord stood up, his wounds already healing.

Lunar Lord: The rock is already dead, it does not matter.

New Zealand

The portal opened, and Marvelman with Entropy stepped through. It closed behind them while Marvelman looked at the rock. His ice arm glittered in the sun, not melting in the incredible heat at all.

Marvelman: Looks kinda familiar, but nothing special.
Entropy: Mind if I look at it.

Marvelman tossed it to him. His sword melted back into his ice arm. The rock flew in a perfect arc to Entropy, who stood there, and let it fall to the ground.

Marvelman: You didn't even move to catch it.
Entropy: Oh, I'm sorry, did you throw it at me.
Marvelman: You are so frustrating at times. Let's get a move on and find someplace that serves some food. Regrowing this arm took some juice out of…..

The ground rumbled.

Marvelman: Um…what was that?
Entropy: Someone is returning.
Marvelman: You know something about this, don't you?

The rumbling ceased, Marvelman looked around.

Marvelman: Okay, seriously, what the hell was that all about?

Entropy simply pointed to a male teenager walking up the road. He looked incredibly normal, wearing his jeans and shirt. He stopped, and stared at the sun, smiling.

Marvelman: Who the hell is this guy?
Entropy: I told you my plan; it's not my fault if you didn't listen to it. I'm going to talk to him.
Marvelman: Well, he may know where some food is.
Entropy: He knows more than that.

Fin

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 63 (Recruitment Drive)

Doc Mansion

UltimateDJF: Run doggie!

UltimateDJF threw a stick in the air, in mid air the panda-shark jumped up and caught it.

UltimateDJF: Good doggie!

He ran over and patted the panda-shark, who tried to take off UltimateDJF's arm.

Victor Von Doom: Are you serious?
Ultimate Houde: Yeah, it's a cross between a panda and a shark, it's the stupid green guys pet, and lastly, it has saved my life.
Victor Von Doom: This mansion is the balls.
Ultimate Houde: For the most part it is.

He hands Victor Von Doom a folder, manilla, within it names of certain people.

Ultimate Houde: Can you recruit these people for us? There's a mission we need to do, and quite frankly, we've had our hands busy ever since we got the information from the Conspiracy group. Lot's of missions we can do to take out several different bases of the Emperor. But these guys were part of a group, which has since disbanded. A former member is going to help us out on these raids we are going to do. But these three manage to shake us before we found them.
Victor Von Doom: Sure, this guy here, his power is sound?
Ultimate Houde: Yeah, listen, we need you to train them in basic fighting, well, him and the light one. The other guy in that sheet is damn good at fighting, but he's a ball full of rage. He'll need some refining.
Victor Von Doom: Man, you have me being the mentor for the B-Team, don't you
Ultimate Houde: Knew you would understand.

Ultimate Houde withdrew his swords, and cut a portal. The dark streets of Chicago were shown beyond it.

Ultimate Houde: Here's a communicator. With it we can keep tabs on you, you need help, press the red button, and we will come and help you out. Good luck man, the Emperor is getting anxious; he's going to start hunting us down, all of us.
Victor Von Doom: I'm good at hiding, been doing it for years now.
Ultimate Houde: Alright man
Victor Von Doom: Well, this is going to be legen…wait for it…dary

He jumped through the portal, and into Chicago.

Meanwhile

At a laboratory, Professor Houdenmeyer was screaming at his associates. In the background, various clones were around, doing busy work. The Method was seen, along with the mangled corpse of the Controller.

Professor Houdenmeyer: How goes the harvest?
Iceshadow: Good I guess. Brought you a couple more today. You know something Bill Nye, you should go through bodies a little less quicker. It's getting harder and harder to cover it up.
Professor Houdenmeyer: You and your flunkies do as I say Iceshadow, or I shall show you what happened to your 616 counterpart. You understand me?
Iceshadow: Whatever wrinkles.
Professor Houdenmeyer: Get out of my sight. Worthless peons.

Iceshadow, Blacksword and Shadowprime walked out of the lab.

Iceshadow: Sometimes, I wish I got the cushy gig with Lithium, dealing with the inmates at that prison with Ice.
Blacksword: What I find interesting is the fact that our counterparts are missing from the Emperor's fold.
Shadowprime: If we get free time gentlemen, I suggest we try to figure out what happened to them. But let's get this job done, I'm hungry.

They stepped into the teleporter, and disappeared from the lab.

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Recruitment Drive
Volume 9, Issue 63, By Ultimate Houde
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Chicago

Victor Von Doom stepped out into the cold Chicago air. Humming merrily to himself, he walked around the corner. It wasn't long before Vic realized something was wrong. People were running indoors, other ones were screaming at their children to get inside. Some guy was rushing past him and tripped. Victor stopped to pick him up when the man screamed at him.

Man: Leave me alone stranger!
Victor Von Doom: Really?
Man: Don't touch me! I won't go with you!
Victor Von Doom: I have no idea what your talk about.
Other Voice: You should.

Victor Von Doom turned around to see a man standing there dressed in a black suit, lazily balancing a dagger on his finger. He looked up at Victor Von Doom.

Other Voice: Someone is out after curfew, they get abducted. Everyone here knows that stranger.
Victor Von Doom: A kidnapping eh? And I didn't wear my sexy underwear for you today.

The man chuckled, and threw the dagger straight at VVD's chest. VVD went to dodge it, but found out he couldn't. The dagger hit VVD in the chest and simply bounced off.

Other Voice: Ah, you are one of us, unexpected to say the least.
Victor Von Doom: And why can't I move?
Other Voice: I have control of you via my shadow. The name is Shadowprime. What's yours?
Victor Von Doom: Victor Von Doom, I suggest you let me out of this shadow hold you have me on.
Shadowprime: I think not.
Victor Von Doom: Well, you can't keep me here forever, and my unbreakable skin will make it difficult for you to stab me from afar if not impossible. So let's skip the inbetween and just let me punch you out?
Shadowprime: Oh? I think not Mr. Doom.

The shadow underneath VVD churned, and slowly congealed. A hand came out of it, and slithered it's way up VVD's legs, up his chest, and grabbed his neck, and began to squeeze.

Victor Von Doom: Man…..this is not good.
Shadowprime: Time to choke you out Mr.Doom.

Spots began to appear in VVD's eyes as his vision narrowed. Then, he heard something.

McCheese: Antidisestablishmentarianism.

A soundwave blew past VVD, and hit Shadowprime with its full force, knocking the shadow user into the side of the building. The shadows underneath VVD winked out of existence. He turned around to look at his savior.

Victor Von Doom: Thanks for the assist.
McCheese: Assist? I just saved your ***.
Victor Von Doom: Please, I was planning my escape, you just happened to show up, so I wanted to see what you could do.

They both heard a scream.

Victor Von Doom: What's your name kid?
McCheese: McCheese, and I'm not a kid.
Victor Von Doom: The name is Doom, and you look like a kid. Can you fight, other than the sound thing that is.
McCheese: Yeah, I got a little bit of skills.
Victor Von Doom: Let's move then.
McCheese: What about that guy?

Shadowprime was on the ground, unconscious, not moving, and blood was leaking from his ears.

Victor Von Doom: He's down for the count. Come on, let's go.

The dup ran through the streets, following the screaming. They came upon a mother, who was yelling in the middle of the street.

Victor Von Doom: What happened?

The mother turned around, her eyes crying.

Mother: They kidnapped my child. MY CHILD!
McCheese: Doom, they went that way.
Victor Von Doom: How do you know?
McCheese: Not many people on the streets tonight, I can feel the sound vibrations coming through the ground. Come on, I know a shortcut, and they aren't moving that fast.
Victor Von Doom: Lead the way kid.

The two of them went down an alleyway, over some fences, and across a parking lot. McCheese grabbed VVD, and hid behind the solitary car in the lot, a red jeep.

McCheese: They should be here, any minute now.

From around the corner, they saw three people enter the parking lot. Two adults and one child. The child was limp, being carried by a person dressed in noble clothing.

Blacksword: Damn that Shadowprime, he always takes forever trying to get people.
Iceshadow: Whatever, the longer he takes, the more of a break we get.

McCheese suddenly stiffened.

McCheese: Uh Oh.
Victor Von Doom: What is it?
McCheese: Someone is running here, I think it's the guy from before.
Victor Von Doom: In that case, we move now. Once you have a clear shot, take them out.
McCheese: Okay.

Victor Von Doom stepped out from behind the car, and looked at the two kidnappers.

Iceshadow: Man, who is this freak? Seriously, how many of you guys do we need to fight?
Victor Von Doom: We don't have too, leave the kid be.
Iceshadow: No, we like this kid. His name is Lynx, that's what the mom said anyways when my friend here ripped him out of her arms. She still crying?
Victor Von Doom: Fine then, you are going down.
Iceshadow: I think not. Blacksword, activate the portal and get through it. I'll take care of Mr.T here.
Victor Von Doom: In that case, I pity the foo'.

Victor Von Doom charged forward, Iceshadow covered himself in black ice, and then melted into the ground to avoid VVD's punch. He reformed around VVD's fist.

Victor Von Doom: I'm so sick of ice right now.

VVD pulled a grenade out of his belt, pulled the pin out with his teeth, and shoved it into Iceshadow's face. Iceshadow melted once more, and reformed a distance away from VVD.

Iceshadow: HA! Now you take that explosion!
Victor Von Doom: No, this is just like you, a dud.
Iceshadow: Nice pun.

Iceshadow shot streams of ice at VVD, who began to dodge them.

Meanwhile, Blacksword had activated the portal. It sprang into life in the middle of the parking lot. McCheese decided it was his turn to act. Rushing out from his hiding place, he jumped Blacksword from behind, wrapping him up in a bearhug. Blacksword dropped the kid onto the ground

Blacksword: Are you for real? A bearhug from behind?

A strange purple energy emanated from his hand, and a beam shot out of it, turning in midair, and slamming into McCheese's head, knocking him backward. McCheese hit the ground, and winced from the pain. Blacksword stood above him.

Blacksword: Got anything to say for yourself?
McCheese: Antidisestablishmentarianism

The soundwave blew Blacksword backward, and through the open portal.

McCheese: ***, I wanted you to drop the kid that's all.

Doom was having a harder time, Iceshadow was keeping his distance, and Doom couldn't get to him. And if he got to close, he wouldn't be able to stay out of the way of his ice beams. So he improvised.

Picking up the car, he threw it at Iceshadow, who predictably melted into the ground, when he went to reform, VVD lobbed a grenade in the middle of Iceshadow's body. The man took one look at it.

Iceshadow: Oh F…

The grenade went off, blowing Iceshadow to pieces. The body slowly reformed, the puddles of black ice coming together in front of the portal. He paused enough to look at VVD.

Iceshadow: Next time Oreo.

He jumped through it. VVD went to move to check on McCheese when he found out he couldn't.

Victor Von Doom: Son of a…

Shadowprime limped into his view. He was holding the kid in his hands.

Shadowprime: The kid is mine. You two are lucky I don't have the power to finish you off now.

He limped through the portal and stepped through. It closed, and VVD and McCheese were released from the shadow hold.

Victor Von Doom: Crap.
McCheese: Well, that's a first huh? The good guys lost.
Victor Von Doom: We'll find the kid. No worries on that.
McCheese: You can go find the kid, I'm staying here.

VVD picked up his pack, and pulled out the manilla folder Ultimate Houde gave him.

Victor Von Doom: McCheese huh? Says on your file numerous gangs want to beat you up. That's weird.
McCheese: I got more control of my powers now.
Victor Von Doom: But you can't fight a damn. How long you think you can walk around and mutter that huge *** word of yours before someone realizes how it works huh? You need training, you need a backup plan.
McCheese: And I'm suppose to run off with you and you'll train me like that huh?
Victor Von Doom: Yup

McCheese paused to consider this.

McCheese: What the hell, I got nothing better to do, TV is all repeats right now anyways. Where's our next stop?
Victor Von Doom: Well, looks like someone you don't know either, the Unknown guy had the file on him, and presumably was going to recruit him at some point. His name is Joe Kalicki and he lives in Joilet.
McCheese: I hate that town, there's a reason why it rhymes with toilet.

A small back up arc for this arc's arc
I think its part of his plan to rule the world
Maybe
Who know exactly what this cat is thinking?
Not even him, anyways, I proudly present to you!

~ THE INTERWEB VIKINGS PROUDLY PRESENT IN STEREO SURROUND SOUND AND WIDESCREEN *****ES! ~
THEE GREAT HEAD!
Not by Ultimate Houde, but by the bestest member evah conceived! TOG!
​

Hawaii

It was a warm sunny day. The waiter was sweating in the heat. Well, he would be sweating if he could, but being covered in gold doesn't allow one to sweat. And being 40 feet tall doesn't help either, but it was a job, and he needed cash for the job, so here he was, Curly, the mascot and waiter for the Hawaiian chain of restaurants called the Giant Gold Giant.

Seriously, the place is really called that. The fact Curly works there, being a giant gold giant himself was a coincidence.

Really

Anyways, he walked out onto the beach to serve some more drinks.

Curly: Welcome to the Giant Gold Giant, I am legally suppose to say I'm not thee Giant Gold Giant, just a Giant Gold Giant who happens to work for the Giant Gold Giant. What can I get you?
Tourist: Are you thee Giant Gold Giant!
Curly: I told you sir, I'm not the giant Gold Giant, just a Giant Gold Giant. What can I get for you today?
Tourist: Oh, well, that sucks. I guess I'll have the house specialty.
Curly: One Superly Humongously Goldly Giant coming up sir.

Curly turned around, and bent his head down to the kitchens.

Curly: I need the special
Cook: Get it yourself!
Curly: My hands can't fit in the kitchen
Cook: I told you to fix that Curly
Curly: I know, sorry sir.

The cook hands him the drink on a tray. Carefully balancing it, he headed back to the tourist.

Curly: Here's your drink.
Tourist: Are you the real Giant Gold Giant? That other guy was a bum.
Curly: Sigh, I'm the other guy sir
Tourist: Oh

The tourist went to sit down when something screamed at him.

Thing: This is my seat you ignoramous!

The tourist turned around, and screamed in fright.

Thing: You've never seen a head before? Well, my name is Thee Great One! And I will rule all!
Tourist: WHAT THE HELL!

The tourist ran off in fright. He tripped and fell face first in the sand

Curly: Thee Great One? Is that really you?
Thee Great One: Of course it is. I've been rolling back and forth in the seas, and I think a crab is nesting inside my brain.
Curly: Well, he'll have plenty of room in there.
Thee Great One: Did you try to insult me? THEE GREAT ONE!
Curly: Um…no?
Thee Great One: Good. I need to find the rest of my body, I know where they are, I just can't get to them, I need your helkp.
Curly: Well, I have Friday off, I was going to go to the volcano though, I haven't seen it yet and all. Maybe hit the clubs.
Thee Great One: Curly, you stupid idiot, you're a forty foot tall gold giant. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN VACATION DAYS!
Curly: But, I kinda like this job.
Thee Great One: CURLY! I need to get my other body parts! WE GO NOW!
Curly: Okay, let me check out first, I don't want them to charge me for lost time.
Thee Great Head: Fine, then we go to the luau across the street.
Curly: Okay.

Curly walked away and the tourist surfaced from the sand.

Tourist: I had the weirdest dream…
Thee Great One: Did it involve me at all? Maybe wearing lingerie?
Tourist: NO! A TALKING HEAD!

He ran away. Thee Great One went to say something, but the crab inside his head walked out an ear, regarded him coldly, and headed towards to the ocean.

Thee Great One: I hope I don't spread crabs around. I would hate to tell all my sexual partners about it.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 64 (I Know Stuff)

Joilet Illinois

A huge caravan of vehicles rumbled into town, black army hummers, black helicopters, and finally, a minivan, decked out in red flames with the bumper sticker, 'I Honk For Asian Chicks'.

The minivan stops in front of an apartment complex. The door slides open in the black, and a man in white hair steps out. He adjusts his suit, and walks over to the building, but before he gets there, he looks at a man in the corner. He seemed to be coming back from his job, he was looking at the cars and everything, not in wonderment, but it seemed to be a look of acknowledgment. Adjusting his grocery bag of goodies, he walks around all the military personal, and stops in front of the man with white hair. The white haired man lights a cigarette, and puts it in his mouth.

Man: Cheeseburgers cause high blood pressure.
White Haired Man: Joe Kalicki I presume.
Man: My name is Joe Kalicki, and I know stuff.
White Haired Man: Really, care to share what you know, Centralite.

Joe Kalicki reaches into the grocery bag, and pulls out a magazine. He drops the rest of the bag on the ground; the magazine evidently was its only occupant.

Joe Kalicki: Well, I know you are called JonnyFreeze, and I knew when you would be here, so I made sure I could get away.
JonnyFreeze: Oh really now? How do you plan on doing that Mr. I Know Stuff. I'm the head of a…

Joe Kalicki interrupted him by holding up his hand and speaking.

Joe Kalicki: A leader of s super secret organization that wants to eradicate the Centralite menace, yes I know. I also know your weakness.
JonnyFreeze: Alright Smartypants, I'll bite, what's my supposed weakness?
Joe Kalicki: This.

He hands JonnyFreeze the magazine, and proceeds to walk away. Jonny's cigarette falls out of his mouth and he stares at the magazine. Army guards watch Joe Kalicki walk away, as years of obeying orders forces them to have to wait for JonnyFreeze to give the order for an attack. JonnyFreeze opens the page trembling, and what he sees makes a smile spread across his face.

Soldier: Sir! The Centralite is getting away!
JonneyFreeze: Son, you interrupt my time again, I will shoot you. I'm going in the van for a minute.

As he walked off, holding the magazine, one of the Soldiers sees the magazine title.

Soldier: Who knew, the boss' weakness seems to be Japanese schoolgirls

JonnyFreeze enters the van, and several seconds later, it begins to move back and forth.

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
I Know Stuff
Volume 9, Issue 64, By Ultimate Houde
​

Just outside Joilet
Minutes before

A car was on the side of the highway, and two people were looking in the hood of a car.

Victor Von Doom: Why do you drive this piece of crap?
McCheese: Piece of crap? PIECE OF CRAP! This is a genuine 1993 Chevy Nova
Limited Eddie Bauer Edition. I call her Sheila.
Victor Von Doom: Isn't that the same name of the old hooker you wanted to pick up?
McCheese: I will hurt you
Victor Von Doom: The radiator's blown, and from the evidence, while I was asleep you've been driving on two flat tires.
McCheese: What, one popped so I had to even it out on the other side. It's what Daddy McCheese taught me to do.
Victor Von Doom: Daddy McCheese deserved a punch from Doom to set him straight.
McCheese: I'm sick of your taunts!
Victor Von Doom: And what are you going to do about it?
McCheese: Sulk in the corner.
Victor Von Doom: We are on the highway, there is no corner.
McCheese: Damn you and your superior logic!

McCheese sits on the side of the road while VVD continues to poke around the car. Eventually, McCheese gets frustrated, and stands back up.

McCheese: Listen. this in fighting is getting us nowhere, we need to pull together if we are going to be a team.
Victor Von Doom: Actually, I think Sheila is getting us nowhere.
McCheese: She's sensitive, don't talk to her like that! It's okay baby.

McCheese rubs the hood lovingly

Victor Von Doom: Listen, let's just walk to town, and from there we can find this Joe Kalicki guy and, I don't know, use his car or something.

Several Black hummers drive past, followed by a van with flames and the aforementioned bumper sticker about honing for Asian Chicks.

McCheese: Whoa, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Victor Von Doom: That we should be careful of a super secret military operation that is trying to capture me?
McCheese: Hells no, that we should steal that van. I totally honk for Asian chicks too.

Without waiting for VVD's response, McCheese follows the van, VVD runs after him. They turn the corner in time to see Joe Kalicki run off in the opposite direction. McCheese heads towards the van while all the soldiers where preoccupied. VVD followed. They entered the van unnoticed.

Victor Von Doom: Now what?
McCheese: People always put keys in the visor.

He lowers the visor and the keys fall out.

McCheese: Awesome.

The van door opens and Jonnyfreeze walks into it. He settles on one of the back couches of the van, and eagerly opens the magazine.

JonnyuFreeze: OMG, I luv japgirls!

VVD turned around to look at his former boss and current pursuer.

Victor Von Doom: This is my arch enemy, are you serious?

JonnyFreeze looked up.

Victor Von Doom: Heya boss! McCheese, do you mind?
JonnyFreeze: What in tarnation?

McCheese whispered.

McCheese: Antidisestablishmentarianism.

Joonyfreeze took the full brunt of the soundwave, and bursted out the back of the van along with the couch. His magazine was shredded and fell in pieces around him. JonnyFreeze looked up in time to see the van peel off, and VVD waving at him with the one fingered salute.

JOnnyFreeze: Those pricks, what are you waiting for, FIRE! CHASE THEM DOWN! MAKE THEM BLEED!

The soldiers started to fire. Bullets rained into the van as it took the corner, it's bulletproof armor holding for the moment under the assault. They took the corner extremely fast. McCheese was barely able to control it, and it slammed into the opposite building.

Victor Von Doom: Get out of the damn driving seat
McCheese: I think one of the tires are flat. I should go puncture the other one to even it off.
Victor Von Doom: You are not touching anything on this van, NOW MOVE OVER BEFORE THEY CATCH UP TO US!
McCheese: Man..

VVD had to physically remove McCheese from the driver's seat, and he jumped in it, he quickly got the van moving again. Several hummers managed to take the corner, and started to follow them. McCheese took a deep breath.

Victor Von Doom: Don't say your word!
McCheese: Why not?
Victor Von Doom: The recoil doesn't affect you but I don't want to see what it does to the van.
McCheese: So what do you want me to do.
Victor Von Doom: Take this gun and shoot them

VVD handed him a machine gun. McCheese grabbed it, and smiled gleefully. He pointed it out the back of the open van.

McCheese: Say hello to my little friend.

He squeezed the trigger, and the recoil of the gun caused him to fall backwards, and he sent a whole clip of bullets out the ceiling of the vehicle. Several bullets bounced around the inside of the van, a couple hitting VVD, not doing more than making him more annoyed than he already was.

Victor Von Doom: McCheese, you suck.
McCheese: Hey, not my fault I never used guns before and you didn't warn me.

McCheese struggled back up, replaced the clip, and went to shot again, but this time, VVD took a sharp corner, causing McCheese to tumble in the back of the van, and slam his head.

Victor Von Doom: Oh sorry I didn't warn you about that too. My bad.

There car blew past Joe Kalicki, who was counting under his breath. When he reached ten, he threw out a spike strip that he got from work. The Spike strip hit the ground just as the hummers came around the corner. They hit the strip, and their tires all popped, causing a massive pile up of hummers (hehehe hummers). Joe Kalicki smiled.

Joe Kalicki: I told them my name is Joe Kalicki, and that I know stuff. I hope my relief showed up in time.

He bolted down the alleyway, heading for his next stop.

VVD and McCheese, unaware that they were being assisted, turned down another random road, only to find three helicopters blocking there path. VVD slammed the brakes, and the van skidded to a stop right in front of the spinning blades.

McCheese: REVERSE! PUT IT IN REVERSE!
Victor Von Doom: I'm trying!

The gears were grinded in the van as the helicopters bore down on them. Right before they got to them, an electrical wire fell down, getting caught in the chopper blades of the lead helicopter. The wire messed up the propeller system enough that it stalled, sending crashing into another one of the on comers, which created another pileup of sorts, slowly stopping all the helicopters as they ran into each other.

McCheese: Awesome

One of the helicopters exploded, causing a chain reaction, VVD got the van into gear, and took off around the street corner. Explosions followed them, the whole block going up.

McCheese: Incredibly awesome

VVD slammed the brakes on the van, causing McCheese to tumble and hit the front windshield. He sat up, rubbing his jaw.

McCheese: That was not awesome.
Victor Von Doom: I think we have trouble.
McCheese: Why?
Victor Von Doom: Why don't you see why I stopped *******.

McCheese turned to look. In the middle of the street there was a brick wall, that was wet. The color of it dripped in places, and form behind it out walked JonnyFreeze, who was holding a paintbrush in one hand, and a gun in the other. He pointed the handgun at the car.

Victor Von Doom: The car is bullet proof, he would know that.

JonnyFreeze smiled, and squeezed the trigger. Out of the gun came a bullet, dressed like a cowboy, who pulled out two giant machine guns of his own.

Bullet Cowboy: Yeehaw Partnah!

McCheese and VVD looked at each other, then the bullet, then back at each other. The dove out the back as the bullet cowboy squeezed the triggers on his guns. Bullets rained into the van, and one of them managed to rip open the fuel line, igniting the van, and it too went up in flames.

The bumper sticker landed in McCheese's open hands.

McCheese: NO! I LIKED THAT VAN! I will always remember you A-Team van.

JonnyFreeze walked around the burning carcass of the van, still smiling. His paintbrush was wet with new paint on it. He quickly drew an outline in the air, and it solidified to an octopus, complete with an eyeglass, smoking several cigars, and a hand of cards.

Gentlemen Octopus: Goodday gents, sorry about this.

One of the tentacles whipped out, and wrapped around VVD, trying to crush him. VVD struggled to be released from the grip, but the tentacles were too strong.

Victor Von Doom: I'm too young to become part of hentai rape.
McCheese: I've had enough of this guy.

McCheese went to go say his word when JonnyFreese squeezed the trigger three more times, The fiurst two bullets came out dressed in towels. They swarmed around McCheese's head, wrapping his mouth in a towel. The remaining bullet pulled out an axe, and screamed out the top of it's lungs a cry of challenge. McCheese, now unable to say his word, yelped like a little girl. He was saved though by a timely intervention of water. It started off a sa drizzle, but quickly became a downpour, the sky dumping it's contents out on the combatants. The towel around McCheese's head started to melt, the bullet in midair screamed about melting, the Gentlemen Octopus waved it's tentacles in the air, and slowly melted.

JonnyFreeze: Crap, I hate rain.

Joe Kalicki walked onto the street, holding an umbrella above his head.

Joe Kalicki: Told you I'm Joe Kalicki, and I know stuff. This downpour is going to last all day, I suggest you get out of here now, while you can.
JonnyFreeze: I'll get you guys later then, you can't live in a rainstorm all your life.

He pressed a button on his suit, and disappeared in a flash a flash of green light.

McCheese: Dude, he just vanished.
Victor Von Doom: He teleported, that's all. We stole the tech from Ultimate Central itself.
McCheese: So you're Joe Kalicki huh?
Joe Kalicki: Yup.
McCheese: And you know stuff
Joe Kakicki: Yup.
Victor Von Doom: So you know what I'm going to ask you
Joe Kalicki: Yup.
Victor Von Doom: So your answer?
Joe Kalicki: No idea.

The rain stopped, the torrent becoming a drizzle then the sun came out.

Victor Von Doom: I thought you said it was going to rain out all day.
Joe Kalicki: I know stuff, never said I didn't lie. Your welcome by the way.
Victor Von Doom: For what, the sudden rain storm?
Joe Kalicki: For stopping the hummers…
McCheese: hehehe Hummers…
Joe Kalicki: …and the helicopters. Seriously, you would have gotten your asses kicked.
Victor Von Doom: We should get out of here before Jonny gets smart and heads back our way.
Joe Kalicki: Yeah, my car is around the corner, fully gassed and ready to go. Oh, we are heading towards Ohio next.
Victor Von Doom: Why Ohio?
Joe Kalicki: Cause, we need to pick up the next member of our team, well, we need to rescue them from jail, TwilightEL and Wade_Wilson.
McCheese: Wade I can see, but TwilightEL in jail?
Joe Kalicki: Don't ask me.

The trio got in the car and drove off. As they drove away, a huge man with a white Mohawk watched them drive away.

Selfproclaimed: I have them in sight master.

~ THE INTERWEB VIKINGS PROUDLY PRESENT IN STEREO SURROUND SOUND AND WIDESCREEN *****ES! ~
KING OF LUAU!
Not by Ultimate Houde, but by the bestest member evah conceived! TOG!
​

Hawaii

Curly, carrying Thee Great One's head, walked across the street and was greeted by the sound of music and fun. Fires were blazing on the beach, several people were dancing to the music, and the atmosphere was fun. Unconsciously Curly began to dance the music, shaking his golden *** back and forth.

Several girls squealed at Curly, not in fright, but in delight.

Girl: Are you the mascot from across the street.

Curly waved his options in his mind.

Curly: Why yes I am, my friends call me Curly, but you girls can call me boyfriend if you want.
Girl: What are you carrying?

Curly looked at Thee Great One's head in his hand.

Thee Great One: What are you looking at?
Curly: A puppy
Thee Great One: What did you call me, a puppy? Wait, were are you putting me!

Curly put Thee Great One on the ground. The girls all looked at him with wide eyes.

Thee Great One: What are you inferior flesh bags looking at huh?

The girls all awed.

Girls: It's trying to bark, that's so cute! You are great Gold Giant mascot.
Thee Great One: What do you mean trying to talk?
Girls: He's so ugly he's cute!
Thee Great One: Stop trying to pet my…oh…that feels good. Um, whine whine, grr?
Girls: He likes it!
Curly: Ladies, let's go walk on the beach and leave the puppy alone, it needs some sleep.
Girls: Sounds good to me!

Thee Great One rolled off, leaving the girls surrounding Curly. He followed his senses to find the next part of his body. What he saw surprised him.

It was his waist and legs, and attached to the top of it was the upper half of a scarecrow. He overheard two people talking.

Manager: I found him on the side of the road one day, whipped him up to shape and made myself the best luau champion ever.
Person: That's awesome
Thee Great One: HEY! YOU UP THERE! GIVE ME MY WAIST AND LEGS BACK!

The Manager looked down at Thee Great One's head.

Manager: Oh, so that's your lower body huh? Well, it's my meal ticket, get out of here kid.

He kicks Thee Great One's head away from him, by sheer luck the head ended up on stage. The Legs quickly danced around in agitation.

Thee Great One: Oh, so you like the praise huh?

The legs danced some more

Thee Great One: I'll challenge you to a luau then. If I win, you'll come back with me!

The legs moved around some more.

Thee Great One: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!? OH THAT'S THE LAST STRAW!

The luau poll was set up by the crowd, the music started, and Curly meandered back over.

Curly: What's going on?
Thee Great One: We are off to defeat my legs in a luau contest Curly. I need you to roll me, when the time is right.
Curly: Okay.

Thee Great One's legs danced up to the bar. They bent at the knees, and made it under the bar perfectly. The crowd all cheered for him.

Curly grabbed Thee Great One's head, and rolled it perfectly under the bar. The vrowd roared for him as well.

So this went, back and forth, until Thee Great One's head won the contest, you know, cause he's just a head and all. The crowd cheered for him winning

Manager: I've had enough of this farce!

The crowd, who was cheering the contest all gasped.

Manager: He is under my contract, Leggy is not going anywhere.
Thee Great One: That wasn't part of the deal.
Manager: You're just a head, what do you know
Thee Great One: THAT I HATE FLESHY ONES!

He charged himself, and exploded the surrounding area. Considering he was just a head now though, the blast only affected the Manager, who was knocked on his butt. He rubbed it.

Thee Great One: Crap, without my entire body, my power is severely diminished.
Manager: That hurt…I'll kick you for that one!

He ran up to kick the head of Thee Great One once more, but the legs got in the way. They knocked him up into the air, danced around a few times, and then roundhouse kicked him out into the parking lot. They looked at Thee Great One, and danced a few more times.

Thee Great One: Alright, he's going with us. Curly, take us to the next destination!
Curly: And where is that?
Thee Great One: TOKYO!
Curly: I love Sushi!

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 65 (Dead Rising)

Professor Houdenmeyer's new lab

The Professor was working on something ingenious, and of course, this required a new subject for him to work on. The lab lights were low, and the kid called Lynx that was kidnapped from Chicago was on the table. He was out of tears by now, looking on in fear. Professor Houdenmeyer was never one to use painkillers of any sort. He used a special drug that he had made that causes one to lose nerve control, but still feel pain. And right now, he had Lynx's chest wide open, and was tinkering around inside of it.

He cackled with utter glee.

Elsewhere

TwilightEL: I thought you said you could handle these guys!

Twilight faded into darkness as a bulldozer barreled right through her.

Wade Wilson: I'm still not talking to you.

He dodged a beam of ice, and landed awkwardly on the pavement. Falling down, he recovered quickly enough, and managed to get back to his feet, and move before he got caught in another beam.

TwilightEL: Seriously? Just cause I told you that the girl should have the handicap spot?

Twilight avoided another rampaging machine, when she solidified; she blanketed the machine in darkness, and ripped out all the screws.

Wade Wilson: That was my parking spot, and you know it

Wade Wilson vaulted over a railing, and punched a man that was covered in ice. The man was called Ice, and was the General's right hand man. All Wade's punch did was chip some Ice off the guy shoulder. Wade somersaulted backwards to land next Twilight, who was staring down another man who could control machines, Lithium. He was smiling broadly at her.

TwilightEL: That was our first time there! How could that be your spot!
Wade Wilson: Seriously? Can we talk about this later? I'm not liking this guy right now.
TwilightEL: Fine.

She gathered some darkness, to throw out a distraction so the two of them could escape. The moment she put her hands up, ice solidified around them. This caught her off guard enough that when she gasped at the sudden cold. A pill flew into her mouth while it was open. All she could do was think about how nothing really bothered her anymore.

Wade Wilson: Twi? You alright?
TwilightEL: I really really really like candy right about now….
Wade Wilson: What did you maniacs do to her?

Ice froze Wade Wilson into place. Lithium walked up to him, and placed a pill in his mouth as well. Wade's throat involuntary swallowed, and he too lost the rage inside of him.

Ice:Excellent Lithium. Place these two in your prison, would you please?
Lithium: Of course General.

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Dead Rising
Volume 9, Issue 65, By Ultimate Houde
​

Somewhere near the border of Ohio

The car our heroes drove in was in dire need of gas, but none of our intrepid heroes had any cash. Well, Joe Kalicki had some, but he said he needed it, and McCheese was poor, and Doom usually just kinda took stuff as he needed it, so they were simply going to drive the car as far as it would go before they would have to steal a new one.

But now they had a new problem. Flashing lights erupted from behind them as a police Jeep drove up.

Victor Von Doom: Hey, Know stuff dude, whose this?
Joe Kalicki: Using my keen intelligence that I posses, I would have to say it's the local cops.
Victor Von Doom: I hate you
McCheese: I think he's kinda funny
Victor Von Doom: Do we pull over or what?
Joe Kalicki: I got a plan.

The car's gas decided that this was the point it was going to cut out, and the car slowed down

Joe Kalicki opened the door, grabbed McCheese, and jumped out.

Vicotr Von Doom: What the hell does that cracker think he's doing?

Then, it felt like to VVD that he ran into a truck.

A truck that turned out to be Selfproclaimed.

The kinetic absorbing giant just stood there, and let the car hit him. Metal and glass twisted around him, and VVD went through the windshield, to scrap across the ground. The police car that was riding behind VVD squealed the brakes and skidded to the side. There, the lights went off and the sound stopped.

Selfproclaimed: I'm not here to capture you Vic, I'm here to capture that guy.

He points to Joe Kalicki, who had rolled out of the car, and to safety along with McCheese. McCheese stood up, and shook his head.

McCheese: What you do that for?
Joe Kalicki: Saved your ***, that's all
McCheese: Whose the dude stuck in the grunge era?
Joe Kalicki: Someone who wants to kidnap me I guess.
McCheese: Oh, well then, time for him to deal with Antiestablish….

Before McCheese was able to say the word, his hand was wrapped up by a tentacle. Electricity ran through it, electrocuting him.

Shir-Val: The other Centralite Master, shall we take him too?

From behind the floating blue tentacled creature that is Shri-val, a red cloak individual laughed.

Slimjim: The idiot? All he can do is say one word and a sonic burst comes out. Screw that, I already got me one of those, don't I Irish?

Another zombie, imbued with life by Slimjim, flew down from a treetop. He picked up the body of McCheese, who was feebly waking up.

Irish_4202: Such a pain in my ***, these newbies. They ain't so great.

He tossed McCheese into the air, and hit him with a sonic blast, sending McCheese backwards. McCheese screamed in pain, slammed into the ground and passed out.

Slimjim: We just pwned your *** dude!

The three zombie generals looked at Slimjim weird.

Slimjim: Laugh at my joke *****es!

They obediently laughed.

Victor Van Doom: That joke wasn't that funny buddy boy.

Standing up from the wreckage, Doom grabbed what remained of the engine block, and threw it at Slimjim. Selfproclaimed merely stood in its way, and absorbed the kinetic energy, making him even bigger.

Selfproclaimed: That suppose to hurt amigo?

Charging the distance, he slammed into VVD, who held his ground, but barely.

Meanwhile, Slimjim was giving Joe Kalicki a weird look.

Slimjim: Who might you be foo'?
Joe Kalicki: My name is Joe Kalicki, and I know stuff
Slimjim: Oh, he knows stuff, that suppose to make me shake in mah boots or somethin'?
Joe Kalicki: Oh dear me, I dropped my contact lens.

Joe Kalicki drops to his knees.

Irish_4202 does as well.

Slimjim: What **** do you think you're doing?
Irish_4202: I'm looking for his contact lens,
Slimjim: Aw man, we's the bad guys remember? We don't do that ****. And why the **** you drop to your knees like that, to pray to me?
Joe Kalicki: I didn't want to get shot.
Slimjim: What, the retarded sound boy getting' back up or something?

The policeman stepped out of his car, holding his gun out.

Policeman: Stop! Or I'll shot!
Slimjim: I ain't listenin' to no pig dawgs, Irish, show him our favorite song.

Irish_4202 took a deep breath, but before he could let out his sound attack, a bullet ripped through his throat, knocking the voice box out the back of it. Slimjim looked at the policeman.

Slimjim: You thinks those are cheap man? It's going to take me a couple graveyards to replace that one. Shir-val. Take him.

Shir-val moved forward to engage the cop. Showing a display of agility, the cop bounded past the waving tentacles, and got underneath Shir-val. He pointed the gun straight up, and fired several shots into Shir-val. The thing shuddered, and as it came down, the cop rolled out of the way.

Slimjim: Yo, Shir-val, what the hell man. Youse a zombie. Be a zombie, would ya and get back up.
Joe Kalicki: Give the brain thing a break, it did just get a metal enema courtesy of a gun. Speaking of which.

Joe Kalicki fell down again to take cover. Slimjim saw this, and decided to fall down as well. He waited a few moments before he realized that there was no bullets being fired. He opened his eyes to find the cop standing there, holding a gun to Slimjim's head.

Joe Kalicki: Fooled ya.
Policeman: Listen, you can resurrect the dead, and my ability is to kick ***, not just yours, I'm just really good at kicking ***. Now, listen to me you bastard, me and you are going to jail. The name's Panda by the way. And you are going to deal with ir, got it?

In the background, Selfproclaimed went flying across the road and into the ground. VVD walked up to him rubbing his fist.

Victor Von Doom: Showed up that guy
Joe Kalicki: Doom, meet Panda, he's one of us.
Victor Von Doom: Oh really, what's your ability?
Panda: Fighting skills, and I can track really well too. Now, you going to come quietly Slimjim, or am I going to have to get rough. You are wanted in several states.

Slimjim just smiled. VVD looked around at the downed zombies.

Victor Von Doom: Um…I think we are missing one.
Panda: I only smell the ones we have here…though I never smelled those types of animals around here before?
Victor Von Doom: Oh no,,

Crashing erupted from the ground, as a giant patched together zombie came out of it, revealing Nas-T the Noxious. Slimjim smiled.

Slimjim: I may act like an idiot on TV folks, but in reality, I'm pretty smart. Nas-T, get the east prey for us, would you?

The animal zombie roared, rearing high on its elephant legs, it charged the trio. They went to dodge, but found their legs wrapped up by skeleton hands.

Joe Kalicki: One…two….three.
Panda: What is he counting too.
Victor Von Doom: I found it better not to ask, and just wait for it.
Joe Kalicki: Gentlemen, cover your ears.

McCheese raised his head and saw the rampaging beast. He took a breath, and yelled.

McCheese: Antidisestablishmentarianism!

The huge soundwave ripped across the street, tearing up pavement and the ground. It slammed into Nas-T, and sent him flying into the horizon. McCheese passed out again from the effort.

Victor Von Doom: He tries so hard…

He kicked the skeleton hands out from his legs and turned around to look at Slimjim. The Zombie general smiled, and skeleton hands came up, wrapping around him, and dragging him into the ground.

Victor Von Doom: That guy is freaky.
Joe Kalicki: Listen, I think we need to move.
Victor Von Doom: Why would you say that?
Joe Kalicki: Think about it, if he can do that to himself, what's stopping him from doing that to us?
Victor Von Doom: Good point cupcake, we gotta move.

Panda was investigating the place where Slimjim disappeared. Both VVD and Joe Kalicki were on the pavement, grabbing McCheese off the ground when more skeleton hands came up, reaching for them over the pavement. One of the hands were blown off by Panda's gun.

Panda: Get out of here. Take my car, it seems he wants you guys. DO IT!
Victor Von Doom: We can't leave you here!

More bullets, more hands. Eventually, the bullets would run out.
Panda: JUST GO!

Hands wrapped around Panda, and dragged him under the ground.
Joe Kalicki: He was dead the moment he helped us out. Let's grab his car and get out of here.
Victor Von Doom: We can save him!
Joe Kalicki: No, we can't. Move it, would you?
Victor Von Doom: Nothing is set in stone.
Joe Kalicki: You are correct, but the moment he helped us out he screwed himself over and he knew it. Let's get out of here. Come on.

Joe Kalicki opened the police car door, and jumped in. VVD looked at the waving skeleton hands.

Victor Von Doom: That's two…I'll get them both back, somehow…

He jumped in the car, and they drove off.

Underneath

Slimjim stood over the now dead cop, Panda. Focusing his will, and imparting the corpse with his own independent brain, Panda opened up his eyes.

Slimjim: Welcome to best part of your unlife, welcome my new general, Zombipanda.

Zombipanda's eyes flared with fire.

~ THE INTERWEB VIKINGS PROUDLY PRESENT IN STEREO SURROUND SOUND AND WIDESCREEN *****ES! ~
THE MEMOIRS OF A TORSO!
Not by Ultimate Houde, but by the bestest member evah conceived! TOG!
​

Japan

Thee Great One was distracted by the lights of Japan. The bright lights, the flashing billboards, and the hot Asian women all took precedence in his undead mind. TGO's legs were the only thing helping him concentrate.

Thee Great One: Why do you keep kicking me legs?

The legs did a little jig, before tap dancing some.

Thee Great One: What do you mean, what's so special about the billboard legs?

The legs did a tiny tango.

Thee Great One: Really? CURLY! Face me towards the billboard!
Curly Okay boss.

Curly moved his hand so that Thee Great One's head could look at the billboard. On it was a picture of his torso with a happy face shirt. The words on the billboard read, "TODAY! AT 4:30! TORSO WILL SIGN HIS NEW BOOK HERE! COME LOOK!"

Thee Great One: Curly! LEGS! Let's get in line!

The line was impossibly long, extended through several blocks and whatnot. Thee Great One decided to take a better method.

Curly: You want me to do what?
Thee Great One: Say you need to use the toilet. It's impeccable!
Curly: how will that get us in?
Thee Great One: Easy. You need to use the toilet.
Curly: Oh, interesting.

The legs danced a hip hop solo.

Thee Great One: It's infallible legs! No more back talk from you!

Curly walked up to the front of the line.

Curly Excuse me kind sir, can I use the bathroom?

The guy looked like a fatter version of Mario. He was holding an egg mcmuffin in one.hand..

Seymour: You VIP?
Thee Great One: WE are not VIP! WE are a talking head, his dancing pair of legs, and giant gold man. LET US IN TOO USE THE BATHROOM NOW FLESHBAG!
Seymour: You ain't VIP, you get in the other line.
Curly: Um…I really need to go
Seymour: Listen, I was a roadie for the boss in 77. A Saturday AND a Tuesday. You ain't nothing more than three punks. You got it?
Thee Great One: Time for a new plan. LEGS, STEAL HIS EGG MCMUFFIN!

The legs sneak up to Seymour, and grab the egg mcmuffin. They run off with it.

Seymour: Where's my egg mcmuffin! COME BACK HERE WITH THAT!

Seymour runs after the legs, while Curly and TGO's head sneak into the building. They find the torso, whose by himself, typing on the computer without arms.

Thee Great One: Torso! I'm back! Quick, let's get out of here.

The torso turns around. It shimmies up and down, emitting a number of gastrological noises.

Thee Great One: No, really? You signed a contract? You can't leave until you write four new books?

The legs enter the room. They do a rumba.

The torso responds with more noises.

The legs do a waltz

Curly: Um…this is odd.
Thee Great One: Okay, we all will write a book tonight, and then we can get out of here.

Each body part and Curly went to write a book.

The Next Morning

The Torso sent an email to his publisher. It contained the four books written by each one of them.

The Legs wrote a book on how to pick up women using nothing but erratic foot movements.

The Head wrote a book that was just THEE GREAT ONE IS THEE GREATEST! In every language of the world.

The Torso wrote a book called "The Social Ramifications of the Civil War Seen Through the Eyes of a Midsection".

And finally Curly drew a kids book entitled, "PINOCHIO! WITH LAZERS!"

Thee Great One: Alright Torso, a plan is a plan. Quick, you join with legs, and I'll join with you!

The legs eagerly leap on to the floor. The Torso leap onto the legs, and then the head was delicately placed on the torso.

Thee Great One: Now it's time to find my arms!
Curly: Why is some of your letters blue?
Thee Great One: No idea, I say we roll with it. ONWARDS!

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 66 (Breakout)

Victor Von Doom: You sure about this Joe?
Joe Kalicki: Yeah, they are in that place.

VVD, McCheese and Joe Kalicki where huddled on a small hill overlooking a maximum security prison. People were on the giant cement wall that surrounded it, spotlights shown down on the populace inside the walls, Several people mulled about on the inside of it. VVD raised his glasses to look more closely at the guards.

Victor Von Doom: The guards look a lot like Ultimate Houde. And they seem to be half robot….Who are we against in there?
McCheese: No idea, do we have any clue on how to get in there?

VVD looked at Joe Kalicki's security guard uniform, and then at the police car.

Victor Von Doom: I've got a plan…

Elsewhere

Professor Houdenmeyer: Meet my newest creation…Lynx. The child was able to hold onto the Strand of DNA that I acquired from that freedom fighter Reed Richards, before I vaporized him. Under our control, this boy has potential, yes.

The screen on the other side of the room showed the face of the Emperor.

Emperor: I do not like these rebels thinking they are stronger than us Professor. Destroy them, and use every tool in your arsenal. Got it?
Professor Houdenmeyer: Of course Emperor.

Professor Houdenmeyer bowed, and the screen winked out. He gave the screen a look, and turned back to his experiment on the child. The child was simply dressed in the clothes he came in with, a red shirt, a straw hat and blue jean shorts. He smiled, and watched two more people walked up behind them.

Professor Houdenmeyer: I see you two are back in working order.
Method: Good as new Professor.
Controller: Those fighters shall pay for the atrocities they did to me.
Professor Houdenmeyer: Excellent….

From the background, Iceshadow coughed.

Iceshadow: Does this mean we three can sit this one out?
Professor Houdenmeyer: You heard the Emperor, every tool in my arsenal. You three are going in as well, once our little Lynx wakes up.
Iceshadow: Damn, I was hoping to catch the new episode of Hello Meg It's John.

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Breakout
Volume 9, Issue 66, By Ultimate Houde
​

The police car pulled up to the gates of the security prison. A robotic clone of Professor Houdenmeyer walked up to the gates.

Clone Guard: I need to see some identification please?
Joe Kalicki: I have some here somewhere….Oh, did I mention my two prisoners?
Clone Guard: Who are they?
Joe Kalicki: The Centralites known as McCheese and Victor Von Doom.
Clone Guard: That's nice, I still need some ID.

He paused as he heard a beep in his guard station.

Clone Guard: One minute sir.

He walked over to the station, and Joe went to go talk to the other two.

Joe Kalicki: I don't think this will…
McCheese: Shush, I can hear them.

McCheese listened closely.

McCheese: They are on to us, he's getting orders to let us inside. It's what we wanted, wasn't it? Oh ****, they have devices that can take away powers, little silver bracelets. Don't let them put those on. We should really spring out the moment they let us into the prison.

The Clone Guard walked back up to the car.

Clone Guard: Proceed through the gate, and report to the second dropoff station. We will take care of the prisoners there, and give you a reward for their capture.
Joe Kalicki: Thank you very much.

Joe Kalicki drove through the gate, into another gated area. It was surrounded by guards, several of them had futuristic guns at the ready, others had swords, and one carried a clipboard. He was different from the rest, obviously not a clone. He had a dreamy expression on his face.The one with the clipboard talked.

Lithium: Welcome to prison number 43, the bestest prison ever. I'll be your warden for this visit, Lithium. If all of you can step out of the car, put on these bracelets I'm about to give you, and eat one of these shiny white pills, we can get on our way.

Joe Kalicki: Silvers not my color, I'm more of a bronze
Victor Von Doom: Getting out of the police car is bad for my health.
McCheese: Pills give me a rash
Lithium: I hope this would go easier, but alas, I was mistaken. Clones, subdue these tresspasers.
Joe Kalicki: NOT THE FACE!

Joe ducked underneath the console, and McCheese went fetal in the backseat. VVD on the other hand, bulrush out of the car, charging the nearest clones as they fired with their futuristic weapons. Modified bullets shot out, but bounced off VVD's unbreakable skin. He plowed into the nearest clones, bowling three of them down. Drawing the attention away from the car for a moment, Joe Kalicki rushed out, along with McCheese.

Joe Kalicki shouted over the noise.

Joe Kalicki: Vic's fine, we will leave him here, clear us a path, would ya?
McCheese Antidisestablismentarism!

The soundwave tore through the clones, sending them every which way, and opening up a path to the room beyond this one. Joe Kalicki and McCheese tore through it, leaving VVD in the room alone, with oh so many clones. VVD punched one in the face, and smiled at the rest.

Victor Von Doom: Bring it you smug robotic clones you. I got enough whoopass for all of you.
Lithium: General Ice will deal with those intruders, we shall deal with this bastard.

Behind VVD, a machine separated from the wall, a giant claw, which extended itself, and swiped at VVD. He vaulted to the side, letting the claw bash into three other clones before slamming into the opposite wall.

Lithium: I will get you Doom, this room, it's tailored made for my powers!

More hidden machine panels opened, revealing yet more crazy machines that Lithium was somehow controlling. A drill erupted from a nearby wall. A spiked ceiling panel started to come down. Several lesser machine arms came up from the floor. Lithium cackled with barely suppressed glee at the room. Several clones perished in the first few minutes, as Lithium threw these arms and weapons around with abandon. The only reason why VVD lived was because he was indestructible. But he took some big hits, and was feeling woozy from the assault. VVD noticed the other clones had fled from the room, leaving just him and Lithium.

Victor Von Doom: Sorry to disrupt your plans Lithium, but it's time I broke out of here.

VVD grabbed a grenade off his belt, and tossed it at the police car. The grenade set the car afire, then caused an even bigger explosion, sending it upwards into flames. The explosion blinded Lithium, allowing VVD to charged him, and knocked him to the floor. Lithium laughed in his face, and shoved his fist into VVD's open mouth.

Lithium: You feel nothing now, don't you?
Victor Von Doom: I don't know….

The world became hazy, life became secondary to the feeling of happiness that spread throughout his body. Everything was nice and relaxed now.

Lithium: I am the perfect drug, the perfect drug…Ice, one is down.

He walked off, leaving VVD on the floor staring at the ceiling, drooling.

Elsewhere within the prison

Wade Wilson and Twilight were playing a game of cards in the break room. Lots of the other prisoners had vacate looks on their faces. Wade and Twi were the only two that should any signs of movement. Twi fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, which matched one on Wade's.

Wade Wilson: Let's see, I got four kings, seven twos, and a straight made up of fours, sixes and *****es.
TwilghtEL: What? *****es? Don't you mean Queen?
Wade Wilson: Well, it's a woman, all woman are *****es, aren't they?
TwilightEL: Why do I hang out with you?
Wade Wilson: No idea. Isn't it lunch time? I like lunch time, I really like those white pills they put in everything.

Alarms sprung out, red lights flashed on and off, and lights blinked. A voice rang out on the speaker.

Voice: There has been a break in, A;; Prisoners should report to their holding cells for detainment. Lunch will be served there. The vacant staring prisoners jumped up from their seats, and ran towards the hallway, heading towards their rooms.

Wade Wilson: Oh man! White pilled mash potatoes!
TwilightEL: Wait, don't you hear that…it sounds familiar
Wade Wilson: I don't care Twi, there's white pilled brocollini calling me.

He paused

Wade Wilson: Did I seriously just say that?
TwilightEL: Yeah….I think we need to stay off the food for awhile.

The both heard another voice, it rumbled the walls, shaking them. The two of them looked at each other.

Wade Wilson: Crap, I just remembered I like to hit cripples.
TwilightEL: Now is not the time for revelations, MOVE!

She tackled him to the ground as the wall shook and broke apart. Standing in the rubble were McCheese and Joe Kalicki.

Joe Kalicki: My name is Joe Kalicki and I know stuff.
TwilightEL: What type of stuff?
Joe Kalicki: Like he has Ice powers.

Everyone turns to look at where Joe Kalicki was pointing. Ice stood there, grinning.

Ice: He's right you know, I do.
Wade Wilson: Warden Ice! Hey man, these guys stopped us from eating our lunch today, and now I feel weird because of it.
Ice: Good.
TwilightEL: Yes good.
Ice:Hello Joe. I assume you know everything?
Joe Kalicki: Of course, you did make sure of that you know.
Ice: Good. Alright, he knows the plan, we need to get you out of here, and now. Joe, take them through the third exit, it leads into the courtyard. I'll see if I can get Vic there as well.
McCheese: You are one of the bad guys, why you helping us?
Ice: Because I can. You need to move before there are questions. GO!

Joe Kalicki grabbed Twilight and ran through the door, McCheese followed with Wade Wilson, who was muttering to himself.

Wade Wilson: I can't believe I haven't eaten any White Pilled White Castle burgers yet today. I beginning to feel things again.
McCheese: Joe, you mind telling me what's going on?
TwilightEL: Yeah, you seem to know things.
Joe Kalicki: I KNOW STUFF! That other girl knows things. Listen, I can't explain it all right now, and I don't intend to.

He came to the third exit, and kicked it open. The four of them headed out unto the courtyard.

TwilightEL: This bracelet itches…
Joe Kalicki: We need to get those off of you…and soon.
McCheese: Can we attempt that later, like once we leave the maximum security prison?
Joe Kalicki: I don't think so.
McCheese: Why not?
Joe Kalicki: Cause of these guys.

Standing on the opposite end of the courtyard was six figures. Three of them were lazying leaning against the wall of the prison. They were IceShadow, Blacksword and Shadowprime.

The other three were standing, seemingly eager for a fight. One was a hulking brute, McCheese, TwilightEL and Wade Wilson had met him before. His name was Method. The one standing next to him wore a strange helmet contraption and went by the name Controller. The last one standing there was in the front. He wore jean shorts, a loose red vest, and a straw hat.

McCheese: Lynx?

The straw hat looked up and grinned.

Lynx: Time to show the Emperor what we are made of boys. ATTACK!

Method flew into the air, Lynx launched his fist at them, which stretched to unimaginable proportions and Controller stepped up, shutting off their senses one by one.

Wade Wilson: I don't like this at all. I'm starving, and these guys are interrupting Lunch. I WANT MY WHITE PILLED ASPARAGUS!

Then there hearing went out, followed by sight as the three swooped in to finish them.

On a nearby hill

The hand touched the ground, and brought it up to his nose to smell it. This person's eyes blazed with fire. He turned around, revealing Slimjim, and his generals, Shir-val, Irish_4202, and Selfproclaimed. Behind them were an army of zombies.

Zombiupanda: I know they are in there. There is lots of superhumans in there, ripe for our taking.
Slimjim: Excellent dawgs. Hey boys, let's go get them, shall we? Irish_4202, announce our presence.

Irish flew into the air, and let loose a high pitched screech.

On the opposite side of the prison

Black helicopters, hummers and a tank, surrounded by black clothed military men, and in the front of them stood one man. Jonnyfreeze. Checking his watch, he smiled.

JonnyFreeze: The tracer is in there. Alright boys, lets take this installation out.

The army dudes ran forward screaming, as the tank fired a rocket into the side of the prison.

JonnyFreeze: No one makes a fool of me Joe Kalicki.

A horrible screech echoed from the other side of the building. JonnyFreeze put out his cigar on the dirt, and grabbed his gun and paintbrush.

JonnyFreeze: Time to go to work…

~ THE INTERWEB VIKINGS PROUDLY PRESENT IN STEREO SURROUND SOUND AND WIDESCREEN *****ES! ~
LEFT ARM OF THE LAW!
Not by Ultimate Houde, but by the bestest member evah conceived! TOG!
​

Thee Great One, after finding his torso, combined together with his legs, and now he was in Canada. He was riding on the back of Curly, looking for his next body part, his left arm.

Thee Great One: Damn Curly, I hate this country!
Curly: I know, you've told me the whole time we've been here.
Thee Great One: Are you whining Curly?
Curly: Um….no?
Thee Great One: You are always whining Curly, and quite frankly…

DING!

Something ricocheted off of Curly's golden hide,.

Curly: Were did that come from? That dent is going to take ages to come out. Gold is really a bendable metal you know, not as tough as people think it is. I wish I knew that before I surrounded myself in it. Where did that bullet stick into…
Thee Great One: Shut your face, it's still stuck in you. It wasn't a bullet…
Curly: It wasn't? But it sounded like a bullet.
Thee Great One: It's a sharpened Star of David…
Curly: Are you serious?
Thee Great One: Yes I am. Looks like we are about to be attacked by Nin-Jews.
Curly: Ninja Jews? Come one, they don't exist, we both know….

Several rabbis in long trench coats jumped out of the surrounding brush. They all took ninja stances.

Nin-Jews: Shalom!

Curly and Thee Great One simply stood there.

Curly: Oh…you can't be serious.
Thee Great One: It gets worse
Curly: How can it…OH CRAP! I'm gold! Jews hoard money, I read it on TV! I'm DOOMED!
Thee Great One: Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. But wait for it, their leader is here right now.

The Nin-Jews all bowed to the man who walked out next.

It really wasn't a man

It was a disembodied Right Arm.

Thee Great One: That's my arm, leader of a clan on Nin-Jews that are terrorizing Canada.
Curly: Are you proud?
Thee Great One: No, I hate Canada.

The arm made a series of gestures.

Thee Great One: Great, it went to Canada because it didn't think I would come to find it. We need to subdue this bastard Curly, and stop his evil band of NinJEws before they lock you somewhere and never spend you.

A horn blasted through the field.

Thee Great One: Mounties? I hate Mountes….

Throught the fog, a rider came out on a horse.

Thee Great One: YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

The rider was TGO's left arm and hand. It was holding a horn, and dessed in a mounty outfit.

Thee Great One: You too left arm?

It made a series of gestures.

The right arm and hand responded

More gestures from the left

More from the right.

Curly: What is going on?
Thee Great One: My left arm is the greatest mounty Canada has, my right arm is it's greatest thief. I think a girl is involved somewhere too, they are going to fast, I can't keep up.
Curly: You hope there is a girl involved.
Thee Great One: DO NOT MOCK ME!
Curly: Whiner.
Thee Great One: ENOUGH OF YOUR BACK TALK! They are finishing.

The right arm and hand ended in a gestre that Curly didn't need translation for.

Curly: That was uncouth and uncalled for…

The Nin-Jews sprung forward. Curly stepped backward.

Thee Great One: How can you be scared of the fleshbags. You are only about 40 feet tall, they are around five. STEP ON THEM!
Curly: But, I'm scared.
Thee Great One: Dammit Curly, step on them.

Curly stepped on one, and the person squashed beneath his foot.

Curly: It feels so disgusting…
Thee Great One: Suck it up and be a man!
Curly: Ew, they squeeze between my toes…

Curly stomped on the Nin-Jews, while TGO found his chance to attack. The left arm and hand were in the middle of a grappling contest with the right arm and hand.

Thee Great One: GERONIMO!

He landed in the middle of the tussle. The Nin-Jews and Curly stopped fighting as the dust cleared, and TGO stood up, his arms were they belong.

Thee Great One: I AM WHOLE!

The Nin-Jews look at him

Nin-Jews: Shalom?
Thee Great One: DIE FLESH BAGS!

And he exploded, taking out the country side, the Nin-Jews, and the stains on Curly's feet.

When this dust settled, he looked at Curly.

Thee Great One: Do you know what we do now?
Curly: No, what?
Thee Great One: WE PARTY IN VEGAS BABY!

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 67 (Battle Royale)

Method was first to see the attack from the sky. He witnessed the zombie army as they rushed one wall.

Method: We have trouble…

Lynx aborted his punch, and went to look in Method's direction when the tank shell exploded the other side of the prison wall. Army grunts poured in, and Lynx grabbed his straw hat smiling.

Lynx: Controller, keep these fools under your spell. I'll take care of these two bit wanna bes.

He swung one leg outwards, till it stretched far, then swinging it across in a sweep, he took out the front row of grunts with a hyper extended legs. Spinning around, he went to sweep again, when a white haired giant stood in the way, grabbing the leg.

Selfproclaimed: Thanks for the energy, punk.

He swung Lynx by his leg, throwing the rubber man into a standing wall. Then he got shot several times as clone robotic guards rushed out to attack the aggressors. Bullet's flung about as army grunts returned fire at the clone guards. The advancing zombie hoard stormed the walls, eager for the fight. Method flew into them, smashing them to pieces with every punch. Settling down on the ground, Method laughed at the zombies.

Method: Dead bodies aren't a problem for someone like me. I'll take you all on!

Click click
BANG!

Zombipanda, standing directly behind Method, fire his supernatural gun in the back of Method's head. The gun barked fire and flame, and brought the titan down, and zombies rushed over him. The ex-policeman rushed forward, and scaled the wall. The zombie bodies flew out everywhere as Method stood back up shaking with anger. He jumped into air, flying around, and proceeded to reenter the complex, only to find someone else flying around, Irish_4202. The zombie general screamed, his sonic noise causing Method to lose his concentration, and once again, Method fell to the earth.

Irish_4202: Oh yeah!

The Zombie general proceeded to fly into the courtyard, and he breathed in once more, to scream at the Controller, who was still standing there, trying to keep McCheese, TwilightEL, Wade Wilson and Joe Kalicki subdued. Irish_4202 went to release another sonic attack when Iceshadow appeared underneath, freezing his throat.

IceShadow: Seriously, one day off, all I'm asking. Guys, let's wrap this up.

A dagger flew, and sliced open the throat of a military grunt that was sneaking up behind Iceshadow. The other one was sliced in two by a purple energy sword.

Shadowprime: If we must, but I am getting hungry here.
Blacksword: And if I wrinkle my suit, I will be seriously pissed off.

The three of them charged both zombie and military alike when a giant squid appeared on the field, holding a machete in each tentacle. He had a bandana across his head, and a cigar in its mouth.

JonnyFreeze: Everyone, care to meet Ramb-Squid?
Ramb-Squid: They.Drew First Blood!

The squid shot out with a tentacle machete. Iceshadow dodged it, and the weapon hit Controller, who reeled form the strange blow. Controller lost his concentration, and the four heroes were suddenly aware of their surroundings again. They looked around.

McCheese: What…
Joe Kalicki:….the…..
TwilightEL: ….hell?

The only one who wasn't concerned with it was Wade.

Wade Wilson: A BATTLE ROYAL! W00T!
Joe Kalicki: Listen, we can get out of…

He was punched by Wade, knocking him to the ground.

TwilightEL: Wade, relax, he's on our side. Remember?
Wade Wilson: But he was talking, and there's all this action going on right now, and bullets and a ****ing Ramb-Squid, which is awesome by the way, and look, a tank is coming, and are those zombies, I WANNA PUNCH PEOPLE!
McCheese: I never seen him this excited. Go have some fun!

Green flame enveloped his hands, and Wade's eyes turned from huge saucers to pinpoints of light.

Wade Wilson: Time to kick some ***!

He ran full tilt into the battle royal.

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Battle Royal
Volume 9, Issue 67, By Ultimate Houde
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Nearby

The room was empty except for one occupant, VVD. Drooling over himself he took no notice to Ice entering the room. Ice quickly xross the wreckage of the machines, and looked at VVD.

Ice: Damn, he took one of those pills.

Fumbling inside his pocket, Ice took out a red pill. Opening up VVD's mouth, he dropped the pill inside. VVD's eyes shot wide open, and he went to scream. Ice put his hands over VVD's mouth, letting him scream.

Ice: Your friends are in trouble, I think you should go help them.
Victor Von Doom: Who are you? Why should I trust you?
Ice: Because, I use to be one of the good guys. When you get back to wherever the Project is hiding, give Rene this.

He hands VVD a small PDA.

Ice: Now they are in the courtyard, and I need to get out there soon enough. I'll probably fight the other guys; God knows there is enough chaos out there at the moment.

VVD stood up, shook his head clear of cobwebs, and ran out the door. Ice stood still for a few moments, before he turned, hand extended to freeze the person in the room.

Ice: What are you doing in here?

Courtyard

Zombipanda scaled the wall and saw his prey, the knocked out Joe Kalicki lying on the ground. Nimbly jumping off the courtyard, he crossed the distance to get to him, only to be intercepted by Lithium. The warden of the jail had finally got outside, and did not like what was going on in his courtyard. Using his abilities, he took control of some spare machinery left over from dead guards. He formed them into a man sized robot. The robot got between Zombipanda and Joe Kalicki.

Lithium: Sorry, but the Emperor wants him, alive. The prisoner Rufus told him about him, yes he did. Are you prepared?

Zombipanda regarded the robot curiously. He darted to the side, and tried to get around the robot's arm reach. The robot moved swiftly of being comprised of mainly scrap, and struck with a fist. It connected with Zombipanda, knocking him backwards.

JonnyFreeze: Sorry guys, but the man was property of the government first.

Jonnyfreeze drew his gun in midair, and it was solid when his hand touched it. He fired off several bullets, each of them construction workers. They surrounded the robot, and looked at it curiously.

Construction Bullet: Well boys, let's get riveting!

Each bullet pulled out a jackhammer, and went to work disassembling the robot. Within minutes, it was done. The bullets high fived, then pulled out lunch boxes.

Construction Bullet: BREAK TIME!

Jonnyfreeze smirked, then looked over at Zombipanda, who was not smiling, merely had his head tilted. He then pulled his gun up to a shoulder level.

Zombipanda: Pathetic.

He fired his flame at Jonnyfreeze, he jumped out of the way. Lithium then threw a pill into Zombipanda's open mouth.

Lithium: Now nothing matters, does it?
Zombipanda: I don't digest anything. Selfproclaimed, kill him.

Behind Lithium rose Selfproclaimed, who lifted up a fist to smash into Lithium's backside. Several clones guards appeared out of nowhere, and wrapped themselves around Selfproclaimed, holding him back. Lithium turned to go back to work, when a tentacle wrapped around his ankle.

Ramb-Squid: There are no friendly civilians!

He then threw Lithium over his shoulder, and further into the courtyard.

Iceshadow: Everyone! Back off! I'm freezing this thing.

Blacksword somersaulted backwards, away from the beast, Shadowprime melted into a shadow. Iceshadow prepared a huge cold blast, but was interrupted by Shri-val, who floated into the courtyard, and settled in front of the Ramb-Squid.

Shri-val: Poser.

Shri-val wrapped it's tentacles around Ramb-Squid, and let loose with the electricity. Electricity coursed through the imagined monster, making it scream with pain. The drawing dissolved into inks, and melted.

Iceshadow: Eh, I built up this power, might as well use it.

He unleashed frozen fury onto Shri-val, freezing the monster.

Iceshadow: Well, that's taken care of.

Turning around, the sun was blocked out, as a giant monster jumped over the prison wall. It held a giant stone club in one hand, and was an amalgam of animals.

Nas-T: Nas-T the Noxious SMASH!
Iceshadow: I should have saved that blast, huh?
Blacksword: Well, I guess I'll take care of this one.

Charging his purple sword energy, he ran full tilt at Nas-T. Several zombies popped up from the ground, but quick slashes took care of them. He them leapt, and Nas-T swung his giant stone mace at him as he was suspended in the air. The blow was stopped in mid air by a flying Method.

Blacksword: Much obliged.

Blacksword brought his sword down, slicing into the elephant hide of Nas-T's midsection. Putrid guts spilt out. Nas-T regarded his guts coldly.

Nas-T: SMASH!

He slammed Blacksword with his stone club, sending the E-Man flying across the battlefield. He roared, and charged into a field of Clone guards, smashing those.

Shadowprime: Alright, no one does that to my buddy…

Shadowprime spread his shadow over to Nas-T, freezing the beast in place. The clone gaurds began shooting him with earnest.

Shadowprime: No one ****s with us.
Irish_4202: What about me?

A blast of sound enveloped Shadowprime, and caused him to lose concentration, and his lunch.

Irish_4202: Amatuers.

Meanwhile, Method, who seemed to have it out for the zombies, tackled Selfproclaimed, who had just gotten himself out of trouble from the clone guards. Selfproclaimed looked up, and smiled, and the two of them slammed into each other. They pushed against each other, trying to find an opening.in the other's weakness.

Method: I figured out your weakness already punk.

A confident voice sounded from behind them.

Jonnyfreeze: And I got your number, boys, let them have it!

The tank rolled into the courtyard, and fired a rocket into the two combatants.

Jonnyfreeze: I love my job.

He quickly brought his gun around, and blew the face off of a clone guard. Then he heard a shout from across the field, looking up he saw several of his grunts get enveloped by a shadow. Others went flying as they were hit by a soundblast.

Jonnyfreeze: This is unacceptable. SOLDIERS! PUSH HARDER!

On the other side of the battlefield, Wade Wilson finally found someone worthy of fighting him. After punching numerous zombies, grunts, and clones he encountered Lynx.

Wade Wislon: Alright Rubber man, time for a BRUCE LEE TIME ATTACK PUNCH!

Wade struck with a fist the Lynx dodged to one side easily enough. Throwing his fist out behind him, he stretched it far, and then brought it forward. Wade dodged that punch, twirled, then crouched as a jet of flame erupted overhead.

Wade Wilson: Who the hell are you?
Zombipanda: Never ending death.

He pointed his gun, and fired it, the blast of fire came at Wade again, who jumped into the air, to dodge it. Too bad Lynx had that move telegraphed, he slammed Wade in the stomach with a fist, sending the man flying into the distance. Lynx landed, adjusted his hat, and regarded Zombipanda. They both stared at each other. Zombipanda attacked first, pulling out another pistol, and jumping to the side. Time slowed for him, as he fired one blast after another in midair. Lynx dodged them, but failed to do so with the last, instead, he grabbed it in his fist, twirled it around, and flung it back at Zombipanda, who stepped to the side, and let it roast some zombies standing behind him.

Wade landed roughly near Twilight, Joe Kalicki and McCheese, staying roughly out of the fight. Wade groggily got back up.

Joe Kalicki: Stay here, with the military being pushed back, we may not get out of here as quickly as we like. I need to go do something now.
Wade Wilson: I'm coming with you.
[]Joe Kalicki[/i]: You'll get in the way.
Wade Wilson: But I'm awesome!
Joe Kalicki: Stay here, and protect these two. I'll give you more white pills if you do that.
Wade Wilson: Fine, take away my fun.

Joe Kalicki dashed into the battle. Everywhere he was, other things weren't, an ice blast here, a bullet there, grasping zombie arms over there, and suddenly, he was in the middle of the Zombipanda and Lynx fight. He dashed left as a fist came his way, rolled right as a bullet whizzed over him, and jumped a hyper extended leg came at them. Then he paused.

Joe Kalicki: You two should be more concerned about the Predator T-Rex behind you.

Three red lasers settled on the back of Lynx. He turned to see Jonnyfreeze riding a cross between a Predator and a T-Rex.

JonnyFreeze: Time to kick it up a notch.

The Pred T-Rex fired a spear at the back of Lynx. He dodged to the left, threw a fist out, catching the beast in the jaw. Zombipanda let out another fire blast, slamming into its chest. The T-Rex roared, and Jonnyfreeze jumped off of it, rolling to the ground. Joe Kalicki went to move, but found that he was now chained to the ground by a drawn invention of Jonnyfreeze.

JonnyFreeze: Military, on my mark, we are getting out of here with the prize.

The military formed up around Joe Kalicki. But what they didn't count on was this.

Person: HEY!

Some people looked up, and VVD stood on top of a ruined wall, and looked down at the combatants.

Victor Von Doom: Hey, *******S!

Now, everyone was looking up.

Victor Von Doom: Listen up ladies, one at a time, Daddy will dance with all you.

He jumped down, into the fray. Landing next to Joe Kalicki, he grabbed the chain, and broke it. Swinging it around like a weapon, he beaned a few guards in the head with it, and wrapped it around his wrist. Jonnyfreeze looked pissed.

Jonnyfreeze: Tank, fire at my position, NOW!

The tank turned, and leveled it's gun at VVD.

Victor Von Doom: Anytime with the advice *******.
Joe Kalicki: Don't move an inch.

Inside

Ice: You sure that will get there attention?
Person: Yes, quite sure actually. That will get their watchdog's attention. You need to stay where you are though, keep the ruse.
Ice: Alright, I'll do it. But seriously, when?
Person: In due time young Luis. I must be off, Entropy and Marvelman are waiting at the next destination. He needs to be reawakened.
Ice: Okay then. Good luck.
Person: You too.

The man simply disintegrated into dust, melding with the floor. Ice shook his head, and left the communications room.

Outside

VVD stood still, and felt two rushes of wind past him on either side.

Method and Selfproclaimed had a mission, and it was to kill that tank. Method ripped off the top half while Selfproclaimed took a chunk out of the treads.

Jonnyfreeze: Next time Doom
Victor Von Doom: No problem Freeze, I'll leave a pot of hot water up for you too.
JonnyFreeze: Everyone, all clear, retreat and move out.

VVD turned, and got a fist in the face courtesy of Lynx. The rubber man then stretched out his leg behind him, shoved it into his gut. VVD grabbed the leg, and spun Lynx around, clearing an area of clones and grunts around him. Then he heard the word he was waiting for.

McCheese: Antidisestablishmentarianism.

A soundwave blew through the courtyard, creating a hole that McCheese, Twilght and Wade went through, to get to VVD and Joe Kalicki. Twilight used her powers to warp some of the light around them, making them harder to see and hit. She then condensed light, making spears of darkness, and threw them at the offending parties.

TwilgihtEL: We need to get out of here guys.
Wade Wilson: Point, but what's the plan.
Joe Kalicki: We wait for McCheese.
McCheese: What am I suppose to do?

He paused.

McCheese: VVD, what's ringing in your pocket?
Victor Von Doom: My communicator. Holy ****, I got a plan.

VVD picked up the communicator.

Victor Von Doom: Houde?
Watcher: Nope, the comm. Man. We intercepted a message sent to E stating that their was a jail raid going on. You near that area?
Victor Von Doom: We are in it man. We going to get trampled soon.
Watcher: All of our teleporters are out right now, but I'll send you guys some backup, some heavy backup.

They five of them looked, on one side was the E-men, on the other was the zombie hoard. The two sides were massaging wounds, stretching joint, or in the case of the zombies, moaning incoherently.

Then, a portal opened up in the sky.

A huge man fell down, a giant of a man, his name being Baxter. HE slammed into the ground, shaking everyone off their feet.

Baxter: About time I got to see some action.

Using his giant feet, he kicked several guards into the air, sweeping an arm launched several zombies. Off of Baxter's shoulder jumped three people, one with a cape, one wearing an all red suit, and the final one had green skin.

UltimateDJF: FUN TIME!

He slammed into the beast Nas-T, dragging the huge monstrosity to the ground.

UltimateDJF: UltimateDJF not like stupid monster!

He kicks Nas-T in the head a few times before turning his attention over to Selfproclaimed.

Selfproclaimed: Come on boy, I can take what you got!

The one wearing the red suit landed near UltimateDJF.

Widdle Wade: Hey, DJF, why don't you play Tag?
UltimateDJF: TAG! YOU'RE IT!

He punched Selfproclaimed in the head, sending the massive man flying, even with his kinetic absorbing abilities.

Slimjim: Damn foo's. Everyone, we are leaving here, NOW!

Skeletal hands shot up, and dragged the zombies into the ground. Baxter turned his attention to the other group.
Baxter: I always knew you were a bad apple Iceshadow
Iceshadow: Bax, come on man, we are friends, right?

Baxter kicked him in the nuts.

Know, when you are a giant, kicking someone in the nuts has more than the desired effect. Shadowprime looked at the sailing Iceshadow.

Shadowprime: I'm out.

A shadow appeared under him, and he jumped through it.

Controller, dragging himself back up, looked at the array of heroes before him.

Controller: Lynx, Method, I think we need to rethink our strategy.
Method: We can take them, this is what we are going to do…

Before he could say anything else, he got tackled by Random, who dragged him through the ground for 100 feet, then fly back into the air.

Random: How's that for a sucker punch.

He flew straight at Controller, knocking him out in one punch as well.

A teleportation portal opened up around our heroes.

Baxter: And here's your ride, get in, we'll protect your backs.

The five of them jumped into the portal.

Days later
Epilogue

Victor Von Doom stood the computer room with Rene, as Rene tinkered with the device Ice gave him.

Rene: Interesting, it's old make, like something we had the UC while I was leader of them.

The man prodded a few wires.

Rene: There, that should activate it.

A holographic image of Rufus appeared in front of them.

Rene:Rufus?

The man image blinked in and out a few times.

Rufus: To whoever gets this, I am downloading my powers. I'm going to go give them to someone else, someone who can use them better than me. I need to do this now, before the Emperor finds out the Word. You need to find the Word, it will bring them back. Hurry, find out the person who I downloaded these powers too, then use him to find the Word. Good luck.

The image went blank, and VVD and Rene looked at each other.

Victor Von Doom: Well, what was his power?
Rene: He could see the future, that's what.
Victor Von Doom: Really now….

~ THE INTERWEB VIKINGS PROUDLY PRESENT IN STEREO SURROUND SOUND AND WIDESCREEN *****ES! ~
TOG'S BRILLIANT PLAN! OF BRILLIANTNESS!
Not by Ultimate Houde, but by the bestest member evah conceived! TOG!
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Thee Great One rolled over.

He had little memories of that night, the partying, the drinking, the gambling with other people's money that he stole, it was a night to remember.

But he drank so much he couldn't remember.

Upon waking, then cursing out the sun for being so bright, Thee Great One wondered why he woke up spooning a pineapple.

Thee Great One: This is so going in my blog.

Getting up from bed, he searched for Curly. He remembered Curly going to talk to someone about something, and now he wondered what it was about. He got his answer soon enough.

Leaving the bathroom, he saw four people in his living room.

Thee Great One: Are you here for an orgy? Cause if you're not, then get out. Unless you have pancakes.
Hawaiian Mafia Member: No my brah, we are here to give you your just rewards.

The four mafia members pulled out guns, and shoot TGO. In the midst of the shooting, TGO wondered where he would get some pancakes. That, and bullets tend not to worry zombies too much, and the fact he had metal skin helped too. They stopped shooting.

Thee Great One: Does this have something to do with Curly?
Hawaiian Mafia Member: He is about to board the planer to resume working at our restaurant, you shall not get him back!

More bullets. More thinking about pancakes and now cheese.

Thee Great One: What airport is this?
Hawaiian Mafia Member: There's more than one.airport? I thought there was just that private airfield conveniently located behind the hotel?
Thee Great One: Thanks fleshies

Then he blew up, and the entire section of the hotel went with him.

Walking through the wreckage, deciding not to take the stairs either, and blowing up the other side of the hotel to get to the plane quicker, Thee Great One decided he was going to have pineapple pancakes.

Then he wondered why he wanted pineapple so much.

Curly was easy enough to spot. The Hawaiian's still hadn't figured out how to get him on the plane.

Hawaiian Mafia Boss: You shrink, you shrink now and get on plane!
Curly: I can't sorry
Thee Great One: Curly, just kill that fleshie, and let's go eat at IHOP so I can tell you the Brilliant plan of Brilliantness!
Curly: I don't want too, the squish-iness factor makes me want to vomit.
Thee Great One: Fine

He blew up once more, destroying the airplane and the crime boss.

Thee Great One: Now we go eat!

After standing in line for five minutes (The first four were Thee Great One blowing up the people standing in front of him), they sat down to eat. Curly had to rip off the roof to sit down.

Curly: So, what's your plan?

Thee Great One swallowed a massive amount of pineapple pancakes with heavy cream frosting and point his spoon dramatically in the sky.

It was pointing at the dead body of Bass-Lak-Tus.

Thee Great One: We are waking up the big man.
Curly: Sounds good, pass the maple syrup please.
Thee Great One: Dammit Curly, evil people don't say please!

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 68 (A Mission)

Doc Comic Mansion

In the high tech mansion that has now been retrofitted to be the headquarters of the now infamous resistance group, The Project, Random sits silently in a dark room contemplating. Many have wondered what he thinks about when he meditates like this. Is he trying to figure out a solution to some complex problem? Is he trying clean his soul in order to achieve enlightenment? Is he examining the nature of reality, whether conscience mind has a place among the physical realm? Or is he thinking about Kentucky Fried Chicken? It's actually the latter because Random is ****ing hungry.

Suddenly this moment of deep concentration was interrupted by the sound of an intercom.

Beep.

Watcher: Random, you have a call on line 3.

He lets out a sigh and picks up the phone.

Random: Yeah? Oh hey, long time no see. What? No, no I did not toilet paper your office. I did however tape saran wrap across your doorway.

Random laughs as a faint sound of cursing can be heard from the phone*.

Random: Okay, okay so what are you calling about… Oh yeah? Where is it? … Okay, how accurate is this information? ... Yeah? Okay I'll a team will be sent right away, Max. Don't tell anyone else. Oh and one more thing, be careful the next time you flush your toilet.

Random grins as he hangs up the phone, ending the long stream of curses heard from it. He slowly gets himself up and press the button on the intercom.

Random: Watcher, get everyone available to the meeting room.

A loud growling sound echoes through the room.

Watcher: What was that?
Random: Ahh, nothing just get everyone there.
Watcher: Whatever.

Random's stomach growls again.

Random: So… hungry…

Cover by: Random

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
A Mission
Volume 10, Issue 68, By Random
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The Project:

Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Random - Flight and super strength, also a *****in' sword.
MaxwellSmart - A fedora-wearing all time super slooth.
Wade_Wilson - The fugitive on the run, has the ability to manipulate his energy to make his fists as hard as iron.
TwilightEl - She has the ability to manipulate and control over the forces of light.
McCheese – The sound user that can't catch a break.

The Brotherhood:

Ultimate Quicksilver – The super speedster, who's currently all alone : (



The War Room

(I've always lover how that sound, the "War Room" so cool)

Around the war table (doesn't sound as cool) sits Widdle Wade, Hawkeye101, Wade Wilson, TwilightEl, and McCheese. Most of the chairs are left empty.

Widdle Wade: Where is everyone?
Random: Let's see here. Rene, Houde, Iceman, and Joe Kalicki are on a recon mission. Victor Von Doom, Skotti, and Baxter are looking for people who may retained new powers from E-Day as new recruits. Moonmaster is at his day job, Bigby would only say he's busy, and Ultimatedjf is watching Hoodwink and there's no way I'm turning it off while he's watching, not after last time.
Wade Wilson: So what are we, the rejects?
Random: Pretty much, yeah.
Widdle Wade: So wait a minute, why are you left in charage? I have seniority!
Random: You were also a bad guy for a while
Hawkeye101: What about me?

The entire table breaks out in laughter, Hawkeye101 slides down in his chair.

TwilightEl: So what's this about?
Random: We just got a tip from MarwellSmart that an auction is going on a piece of weaponry on the black market.
Hawkeye10: Umm… so? Why does it matter, we're supposed to be fighting the Emperor, not worrying about criminal undergrounds and such.
Random: This weapon was made from technology the United Nation recovered from Ultimate Central. We have to make sure it doesn't get into the wrong hands.
TwilighetEl: How sure is Max of this information?
Random: He saw it on TBMeBay.
Wade Wilson: What?
Random: The Black Market eBay. A friend of Maxwell was able to find the source of the auctioneer. It leads straight to the biggest criminal organization working out of Columbia. We don't know much about this group or who leads it, but in the past few months it rapidly grew to the most feared organization in South America. With some more digging, Max found the weapon is held here.

Random brings an image up on the screen.

Random: It looks like an ordinary warehouse in the middle of a jungle but sources tells us it's heavily fortified.
Widdle Wade: Great, so we get to play around with more 616 douche bag and the Emperor's wannabes.
Random: Actually you shouldn't expect to run into other super humans there. Seeing as the Emperor is in control of Ultimate Central he shouldn't care about this. He views Earth as pretty backwards in technology, his ego probably won't consider that Earthlings might actually make a deadly weapon with that technology.
Wade Wilson: But wait a minute, what if he knew that we would go after it. Like he knows we know he's all ego and stuff and using that he's setting up a trap for us!
TwilightEl: … what?
Random: From what I've read, he's not that clever.
Widdle Wade: yep.
Random: Okay, so the auction ends in a little over an hour, after that it will be shipped out and we could lose track of it. So you're going to have to get going. I'm going to stay here in case you or the other teams needs back up.
Hawkeye101: Can I be the leader?
Random: No… umm, Wade.

Widdle Wade: Yes!
Wade Wilson: Yes!

The two Wades give each other intense looks of hatred.

Random: Oh Widdle Wade.
Wade Wilson: What!
Random: Did you really think I would put you in charge?
Wade Wilson: A guy can dream can he?
Random: Besides Widdle Wade has the most field experience and you won't need a second in command cause if he head gets blown off it'll just grow back.
Widdle Wade: Thanks for reminding me of.
Random: No problem.




Some Bar in Colombia

Inside the bar there are only a few customers, most notably, Ultimate Quicksilver. He didn't usually drink, seeing how his body metabolizes the alcohol so fast he'll only be drunk for an hour before going straight to the hang over. He's been depressed lately.

Bartender: You look down chum.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Huh, wha?
Bartender: What's the problem?
Ultimate Quicksilver: I've been searchin' for my team forever.
Bartender: That's tough.
Ultimate Quicksilver: And I look everywhere! I miss causing havoc with those guys.
Bartender: So what is this, some kind of soccer team?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Soccer… what? You're not from around here are you?
Bartender: Nope.
Ultimate Quicksilver: No wonder you're speakin' English.
Bartender: So what kind of team is it.
Ultimate Quicksilver: The most kick *** team ever.

Suddenly two men walk in. They look very beat up, with scratches all over the bodies.

Man 1: Oh I'm quitting that organization tomorrow.
Man 2: What are you, crazy?
Man 1: What?
Man 2: Do you know what they do to deserters?
Man 1: No, what?
Man 2: Actually, I don't know, but I bet it's bad.
Man 1: I don't care; nothing in the job description said anything about giant super powered beast scratching the hell out of you.

Ultimate Quicksilver's head shot up, and he rushes over to their table.

Ultimate Quicksilver: Did someone say super powered beast?
Man 1: Who the hell are you?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Someone looking for a super powered beast.
Man 1: I'm not telling you ****!
Ultimate Quicksilver: And why not?
Man 2: Because of what the organization will do to him.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Do what exactly?
Man 2: Uh, I'm not sure but I'll bet it's pretty bad.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Where is this "beast"?
Man 1: Screw you!
Ultimate Quicksilver: Screw me?

Suddenly in a flash the three men where gone from the bar.




On Top of Some Cliff

With in a few moments Ultimate Quicksilver was holding the two men by their feet over the cliff, looking down at the crashing waves of the ocean.

Man 1: What the-
Ultimate Quicksilver: Now tell me what I want to know!
Man 1: Okay, okay I'll tell you.
Man 2: No, the organization will-
Man 1: Oh will you shut up about the damn organization!
Ultimate Quicksilver: I feel my grip loosening…
Man 1: Wait, they had us capture one of them super powered yahoos. They wanted to do testing.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Are you retarded?" I asked where, not what!
Man 1: In the jungle in Meta, There's a large warehouse with a bunch of tra-
Ultimate Quicksilver: Thank you kindly.

In a flash Ultimate Quicksilver was off, he threw the two men in a pond along the way.

Man 2: You talk, you know what the organization will-
Man 1: SHUT UP!!!!

With in a few minutes Ultimate Quicksilver saw the build. He didn't notice any guards, so just ran right in.




Doc Comic Mansion

Random: You ready?
Wade Wilson: Are you sure these teleporters are working right?
Random: Yep, Rene worked out just about all the kinks in it.
TwilightEl: Just about?
Random: Just don't loose you're device, or will have a hard time teleporting you back.
Wade Wilson: Oh come one!
Random: What?
Wade Wilson: That's gonna happen now. It's totally foreshadowing!
Random: … just go already.




Columbia

With that the team was transported to the Columbian jungle, in perfect position to view the warehouse.

Wade Wilson: I better hold on to the device so it doesn't get lost.
Widdle Wade: Quiet.
Wade Wilson: But foreshadowing!
Everyone: Shh!

Widdle Wade: Hawkeye, what do you see.
Hawkeye101: Hmm, this is strange, there are no guards around, with such a big deal going down you'd think there would be extra security.
TwilightEl: What about security cameras?
Hawkeye101: I don't see any.
TwilightEl: Do we have the wrong place?
Widdle Wade: I don't know, let's go check it out.
Wade Wilson: Foreshadowing!
Everyone: Shut up!

The group stealthily makes their way to the compound.




Inside a Security Room

Two figures stand in front of several security screens.

Figure 1: Looks like we have company!
Figure 2: Are all your toys up and running?
Figure 1: Yep!
Figure 2: Than go have fun with them, but make sure they stay out of my way
Figure 2: Woo Hoo!!

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 69 (Trapped)

Colombia


The group cautiously enters the compound. From the moment they entered through the doors, they expected some guards or any type of security system, but nothing, not one obstacle. Widdle Wade led, since if his head is blown off it'll grow back, seriously checking each corner. Hawkeye101 followed right after Wade, using his super vision to scan every foot ahead of them. TwilightEl and McCheese carefully follow, while Wade Wilson mockingly acts like a stealth agent, constantly doing somersaults.

After 50 feet into the warehouse Widdle Wade stops.

Widdle Wade: Okay this isn't right.

Widdle Wade leans against the wall.

Widdle Wade: We should have run into something by now.
TwilightEl: You think we got the wrong place?
Hawkeye101: Maybe they just not expecting any intruders?
TwilightEl: Not with such a big deal going down.
McCheese: Yeah, besides in the movies these Colombian drug lords always have a bunch of guards that can't shoot the broad side of a barn and dies very easily.

Widdle Wade: Wait McCheese, you do stuff with sound right.
McCheese: Umm, yeah.
Widdle Wade: Than can't you like… Listen or something?
McCheese: … That's Brilliant!

McCheese places his hands on the floor and concrete on the vibrations

Hawkeye101: Anything?
McCheese: Hmm, the place is pretty empty, I hear some machinery, electronics, and… I can hear a few people…
Widdle Wade: Are they talking about anything?
McCheese: Hold on, they're really deep in the complex… Something about intruders.

Wade Wilson: Alright! Bring on the can-shoot-for-****, Easily-killable-guards.

Wade Wilson does a cartwheel, but when he lands his one foot goes down slightly farther, a small panel of the floor lowered by an inch. The entire group remains silent starring at Wilson's foot.

McCheese: Umm guys I'm hearing something really close
Widdle Wade: AHHHHHHH!!!!

Spikes had extended from the walls as two metal walls shoot up, trapping the team. Stabbing Widdle Wade in the back.

Widdle Wade: WILSON!!!!!!!!
Wade Wilson: Wasn't me.

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Trapped
Volume 10, Issue 69, By Random
​

The Project:

Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Wade Wilson - The fugitive on the run, has the ability to manipulate his energy to make his fists as hard as iron.
TwilightEl - She has the ability to manipulate and control over the forces of light.
McCheese – The sound user that can't catch a break.

The Brotherhood:

Ultimate Quicksilver – The super speedster, who's currently all alone : (



The Complex


With the help of Hawkeye101, Widdle Wade pulls himself off the spiked wall. He falls to his kneels as his body begins to heal. The walls begin to close in.

McCheese Really? Spike walls closing in? How cliché.
Wade Wilson: Ahh!
TwilightEl: What!?
Wade Wilson: that's definitely foreshadowing again!
McCheese: What?
Wade Wilson: Now the traps are going to get crazier!
TwilightEl: … God damn it Wilson…

Hawkeye101: Umm, guys. Not to interrupt you but ah… How the hell are we getting out of here?
Wade Wilson: Leave it to me.

Wade Wilson's fists burst into green flames as he pounces at the wall. With an extremely impressive display of martial arts precision, Wade attacks the wall with a series of punches and kicks. After his extraordinary assault, the titanium wall still stood, only with a few extra dents.

Wade Wilson: Oh come on! Well I'm out of ideas.

When Wilson turned around he noticed that no one else was there and that the walls were close to piercing him. All the sudden a bright light flashed and TwilightEl appeared.

Wade Wilson: What the hell?
TwilightEl: You forgot I can teleport right?
Wade Wilson: … no.

With that TwilightEl teleports Wade to the other side of the wall with the rest of the group, mockingly smiling at Wade.

Wade Wilson: … you guys suck.


On the Other Side of the Compound

A flash of silver speeds through the hallways of this seemingly empty building; moving at a speed that even if there were security cameras, he would not be seen. After making his was deep into a building Ultimate Quicksilver stopped to get his bearings.

Ultimate Quicksilver: Ahh, I hate getting hangovers so fast.

After a second Ultimate Quicksilver realize that he has not come across one person so far

Ultimate Quicksilver: Those drunks must have been drunk. This is a- What the hell!?

Looking behind him at the long corridor he sees giant block of metal slamming together in one part, poison dipped darts shooting in another, flames scorching a different section, a group of ravenous mongoose tearing each other apart, and then several blade pendulums swinging.

Ultimate Quicksilver: … Holy ****! The whole security system is automated.

Quicksilver gave a sigh of relief, if it wasn't for his super speed he would have had to deal with each one of those traps. Which would not have been fun, specially those … mon- geeses, mongeese? Mongooses, is that it?

Ultimate Quicksilver moves fast to the next section, peeking through the door. He sees the first sight of people. Quickly, he runs in and hides behind a crate. He still doesn't see any guards, of even an armed individual. They all appeared to be more like scientists; in fact this area seems like a lab.

Lab Technician 1: So have you read the new Human-Spider?
Lab Technician 2: Yeah the conclusion of "One More Recton"?
Lab Technician 1: Yeah, probably the best piece of illustrated literature I've ever read.
Lab Technician 2: Totally, I love it when writers constantly look back to what made the title so great
Lab Technician 1: Definitely better than when ever a writer tries to enter new territories and actually develop a character.
Lab Technician 2: I love it when they do life changing events where everything ends up just like it was 20 years ago.

Lab Technician 1: Oh yeah, so I hear the prototype is ready.
Lab Technician 2: Yep, the boss is selling it right away.
Lab Technician 1: I wonder how much it will go for.
Lab Technician 2: A ton I bet, who wouldn't want a weapon like this, just in case.
Lab Technician 1: So are we going to get rid of the Centralite we have. He ****ing stinks.
Lab Technician 2: No, the boss wants to keep him around to make sure further reproductions of the products work.

Lab Technician 1: Well maybe we should throw him in a shower or something.
Lab Technician 2: Can't do that anytime soon, the effects are about to were off. So he we have to keep him in the containment cell.
Lab Technician 1: Hmm, well let's find some deodorant or some Axe body spray, give him a French bath
Lab Technician 2: Couldn't hurt.

The two lab techies walk off, once all was clear Ultimate Quicksilver, in the blink of an eye, went to the containment door. He needs to find a key card. In a split second he stole a card and placed it in the slot, immediately returning it to its owner. Then he needed a fingerprint match. In another split second Ultimate Quicksilver knocked out the employee with the card and placed his thumb on the panel. Quickly he returned the unconscious technician to his desk. Returning to the door he finds that he now needs a retinal scan. With a sigh Ultimate Quicksilver retrieved the unconscious lab techie and unlocked the retinal scan. Instead of returning the techie, he dropped him on the floor.

Ultimate Quicksilver immediately ventures into the containment cell. In there he sees a man, unconscious, in ragged clothing securely strapped to a table. Ultimate Quicksilver did not recognize this ultimate centralite and searched around the room for so information.

Suddenly he hears something stirring.

??? : grrrr, Ahhh….

The unknown centralite starts moving when his body abruptly starts tensing and he begins to scream.

??? : GRRRAWWWWW!

Fangs start forming from his clenching teeth; talons grow from his fingertips, his body increases, and his muscles bulge.

Ultimate Quicksilver: What the-?

Suddenly grey hair sprouts across his body and a hairy tale begins to take form. As this terrifying transformation concludes Quicksilver lets out a gasp, finally recognizing the centralite.

Ultimate Quicksilver: … Shihad…. AHHH!!!

Out of nowhere a strange energy hits Ultimate Quicksilver in his back knocking him to the ground. His body sizzles with a strange feeling energy the causes a painful and odd sensation.

Lab Technician 1: Vaya con dios my friend.
Lab Technician 2: You're such a loser.
Lab Technician 1: What, that was cool, totally bad ***?
Lab Technician 2: Do you even know what it means to be bad ***, cause I don't think you do.
Lab Technician 1: Hey that is a bad *** line
Lab Technician 2: Do you even know what it means?
Lab Technician 1: DON'T RUIN THIS FOR ME! You're just jealous you didn't take out an ultimate centralite
Lab Technician 2: Well take him to the holding cell.
Lab Technician 1: Hey, I was the one who took him out
Lab Technician 2: You shot him with a super weapon in the back, doesn't exactly require much work.
Lab Technician 1: … stop ruining this for me…

The two begin dragging Quicksilver, who finally blacks out.



Across the Compound


Widdle Wade: Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.

Wildde Wade kept muttering as he tries to get through a laser grid. The trapped sprung with only him stuck in a very awkward position. He tries to navigate his way around the laser, but parts of him gets repeatedly cut and burned. Each time a laser cut him he yelled "crap", the current count was at 65.

Widdle Wade: Crap… crrrrraaaappppppppp.

Wade finally makes his way out and collapses from the stray of constant pain and holding his flexible positions.

McCheese: Alright, let's go.
TwilightEl: Wait, this is the fifth trapped we've tripped, shouldn't we, I don't know, come up with a strategy to avoid them or something?
Hawkeye101: Like what, I can't even spot the triggers, and I got freakin' super eyes.
TwilightEl: Maybe you should take off those glasses?
Hawkeye101: Never! They make me look cool.
Wade Wilson: Or maybe have Widdle go first and set them off. So let's just keep going.
Widdle Wade: **** YOU!
Wade Wilson: Come on Cheesy, let's just go.

Suddenly the floor opens up, McCheese and Wilson falls in.

McCheese: Why did I follow you.
Wade Wilson: Cause you're stupid?
McCheese: Hey Twi, teleport us out.
Widdle Wade: No, let them face what ever is there, I had to get chopped up by ****ing lasers and these two suggest I try it again? **** them!
McCheese: I didn't suggest that?
Widdle Wade: Don't care.

Suddenly doors open inside the ditch and ominous growls echoes.

McCheese: That's not good.

Three tigers swiftly pounce on the two. Quickly McCheese is pinned down, the tiger snarling in his face. Instinctually McCheese holds his hand out which emits a very pitch pitched sounds the drives the tiger away.

McCheese: Whoa, Hey Wilson!

McCheese looks over to find Wade Wilson riding a tiger. Fangs and claws aren't as effective on someone you can use chi to make his fists as hard as iron.

Wade Wilson: Enter the tiger!!!

McCheese runs up and emits the same frequency into the air cause one tiger to run away and the other run into a wall, throwing Wade off as well.

Wade Wilson: Hey, I was having fun.
McCheese: Let's just get out of this pit.
Wade Wilson: Fine.

Hawkeye101 shoots an arrow with a rope attached for the two to climb up. The group begins heading into the next room, which appears to be very large and empty.

TwilightEl: Can you ever think ahead.
Wade Wilson: It's all instinct with me
TwilightEl: God you're an idiot.

Wade Wilson steps on the back of Twi's shoe to give her a "flat tire" causing her to trip. But as she fell another trap sprung. This one had walls in the formation of a maze shoot up straight to the ceiling, separating Wade Wilson and TwilightEl from Widdle Wade, Hawkeye101 and McCheese.

TwilightEl: Oh great now I'm stuck with you, again! Seriously, why am I always stuck with you?
Wade Wilson: So? Can't you just teleport us to the rest?
TwilightEl: I can't, cause of your immature prank I didn't see how thick the wall was and I'm not sure if there's anything else going on there. I'm not going to teleport inside something. Seriously, what were you thinking doing that in a hostile building?
Wade Wilson: Just be glad you're not a paraplegic or it would be far worse.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 70 (Powerless)

Colombia, South America – 2130 miles from America


Widdle Wade: Hmm,

Wade examines the newly made wall.

Widdle Wade: We're not getting through this.
Hawkeye101: Why doesn't Twilight just teleport over here?
Widdle Wade: I don't know, yo Cheesy, can you here them?
McCheese: Give me a sec

McCheese Places his hands against the titanium wall, after a few seconds he gets a grin on his face.

Widdle Wade: What's going on?
McCheese: Well, they're insulting each other, a lot, it's pretty funny… Wait they stopped, something is moving towards them.
Widdle Wade: What?
Hawkeye101: I think we're about to find out what.

McCheese and Wade turn around to see a giant silhouette of some creature approaching a corner. Its foot steps echoed loud, as it turns the corner our heroes see a horrifying metallic creature, it appeared to be designed as some sort of shelled reptile. It let out a monstrous roar that was absolutely terrifying… or it would have been terrifying if it wasn't just two feet tall.

McCheese: Wait, Is that a … Goomba?
Widdle Wade: What?
McCheese: You know, a goomba, from Super Mario.
Hawkeye101: I think your right.
McCheese: Man this place just gets weirder, it's like some kid made it.
Widdle Wade: Let me try something.

Wade starts marching towards the goomba, singing the Mario theme song

Widdle Wade: Do do do, dodo do, dododododo do do.

Once he reaches the robot sentinel, Wade jumps on top which cripples the goomba's body, leaving only the shell. Wade confidently kicks it around the corner, when the shell hits something a much loader roar echoes. Wade peaked his head around to see and immediate withdrawals as the corridor fills with flames.

Widdle Wade: You guys can take the next one.

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Powerless
Volume 10, Issue 70, By Random
​

The Project:

Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Wade Wilson - The fugitive on the run, has the ability to manipulate his energy to make his fists as hard as iron.
TwilightEl - She has the ability to manipulate and control over the forces of light.
McCheese – The sound user that can't catch a break.

The Brotherhood:

Ultimate Quicksilver – The super speedster, who's currently all alone : (
Shihad – A giant Squirrel-man.



The Complex


Meanwhile TwilightEl and Wade Wilson are facing a challenge of their own. Wilson pounding away enemies with his fists of iron.

Wade Wilson: What the hell are these things?

Twilight uses here tentacles to grab an enemy and slam them into the wall.

TwilightEl: They look like they're from a video game.

Wave after wave of these small goombas descend on the duo. They were easy enough to take out, but Wade was just happy to fight without holding back. Wade would just pounce from robot to robot, rendering them to nothing but just a shell. Every so often when Wade took out a few dozen goombas he would leap into the air as Twilight tentacle whips all the shells, using them as projectiles against the enemy.

TwilightEl: I think we just about got them all.
Wade Wilson: Don't say that!
TwilightEl: Why not?
Wade Wilson: FORESHADOWING!
TwilightEl: Oh will you give it a rest with that god damn-

ROAR!!!!!!!!

TwilightEl was immediately silent and had an ill look on her face. Not because of a loud roar from what sounds like a tough time, but from the fact that Wade was right.

All the way done the corridor walking around the corner was a giant metallic Bowers robot. This colossal robot takes a look at all the destroyed goombas and lets out another mighty roar. After its loud bellow, the metal monster begins to inhale airs, not only from its mouth, but from vents all over his body. This mechanical beast lets loose a huge fire ball filling the hallway.

Acting fast Twilight teleports around the corner and with her tentacle grabs Wade flinging him out of harms way as a wall of flames fills the area.

TwilightEl: Okay Wade stay behind me.

Once the fire settles Twilight develops a circle of the dark liquid (like substance that her tentacles are made of) and from that form several thick tentacles surrounding her. She charges the giant Bowser just as it unleashes another fire breath. The tentacles help shield and deflect the fire as she and wade run. Twi waits until she gets the perfect target; she thrusts a tentacle straight into the flamethrower, causing a back fire.

Wade jumps on one of Twilight's tentacle as it throws him at there enemy. Wade unleashes a furious assault on the metal turtle, rendering the machine into pieces. Once the enemy was crushed both Wade and Twilight falls where they're standing, taking a break.

They may hate each other's guts, but damn it they make a good team.



Meanwhile

On the other side of the maze, the trio are having their own fight against a giant Bowser.

McCheese: Fall Back!!!

Widdle and Hawkeye run back around the nearest corner.

McCheese: Farther!!

As the two keep running, McCheese, as softly as he can, unleashes his trump card.

McCheese: antidisestablishmentarianist

Even when spoken softly the harmoniously destruction power echoed violently against the titanium walls, causing massive damage, not only to the Giant Bowser, but to the structure of the immediate area.

After the assault, Widdle and Hawkeye quickly caught up.

Hawkeye101: Geez, my ears are ringing like hell.
McCheese: Sorry, I tried to keep it down, but with such tough, closed in walls it was going to be huge no matter what.
Hawkeye101: What?

Widdle Wade looks at the robot, and notices at the flaming wreckage, the wall behind it was demolished.

Widdle Wade: Quickly!

He grabs Hawkeye101 and starts running.

McCheese: Dude why are we running towards that thing?
Widdle Wade: There's a small access strip between these metal walls, it could mean our way past the traps.
McCheese: It's still going to explode any second!
Widdle Wade: Then you better pick up the paces.

The three run onto the ruined machine and into the narrow corridor. Just as they get into it, the remains of Bowser explodes. The fire chases them through this thin hallway. The group is able to duck into a small ditch as the flames pass them.

McCheese: You alright Wade?
Widdle Wade: A little burn, but okay considering.
Hawkeye101: What?
Widdle Wade: Come on.

The trio makes their way down the scorched passage. After about ten-fifteen minutes they hear voices from a vent.

Lab Technician 1: So have you heard Hayden Panittierre is dating Milo Ventimiglia
Lab Technician 2: Oh man that's just creepy.
Lab Technician 1: It's not that creepy.
Lab Technician 2: The guy is like 30.
Lab Technician 1: Whatever, this guy isn't going anywhere

The door behind these two closes.

Lab Technician 2: Yeah hopefully we get a raise for this.
Lab Technician 1: We?
Lab Technician 2: Yeah.
Lab Technician 1: Hey I took him out
Lab Technician 2: Yeah but I was carrying him by myself because you were too lazy to help.

The two technicians exit the room. Wade knocks out the vent cover and the three enter the room. The sees through a window Ultimate Quicksilver tied up. Wade attaches a silencer to one of his guns and shoots the lock open.

McCheese: Who's that?
Hawkeye101: That's Ultimate Quicksilver, a super speeder.
McCheese: He does drugs?
Hawkeye101: … he runs fast.
McCheese: Ohhh.

Wade unlocks the straps holding Quicksilver on the table, and promptly slaps him.

Ultimate Quicksilver: Huh, wha? Wade, what are you doing here?
Widdle Wade: I was about to ask you that and why it smells like alcohol in here?
Ultimate Quicksilver: I was at a bar. They have Shihad here and have been using him for experiments. I was going to bust him out but these two losers hit me with this weird weapon.
Widdle Wade: Funny, we're looking for a weird weapon.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Well they said they only had one, I'm gonna go take it out, so they can't use it, for you and in return you help me get Shihad out of here.
Widdle Wade: Deal.

McCheese: Who's Shihad?
Hawkeye101: A giant Squirrel.
McCheese: … really?

Ultimate Quicksilver runs halfway to the door and stops. He looks around and at himself; he runs to the door and stops again. It should have taken him .01 seconds to the get to the door, it took him 3 seconds.

His super speed was gone…


At the End of the Maze

Wade Wilson and TwilightEl slowly make their way to the end of the maze; they haven't encountered any enemies since Bowser and were watchful of anymore traps. At the end of the maze a giant door open and they cautiously enter.

The room was big and empty, there was a second floor platform, and a relatively small pile of metal on the center of the floor. Suddenly from this pile they heard movement and quickly readied themselves for a fight. A head pops up; it was a kid, no older than twelve. He raises his goggles, except for where the goggles covered, his face was covered in dirt and oil.

???: Hey! How's it going!

Twi and Wade were a little taken back at this kid's cheerfulness.

Wade Wilson: Um, okay.
???: I wasn't expecting you so soon. I'm just putting some updates and my latest toy. You've gotten through all the others so easy, no one has ever done that well, but again it weren't designed for super humans. I had to make this one much tougher to compensate. Oh by the way my name is Lil Brother.
TwilightEl: You were the one trying to kill us?
Lil Brother: Well I rather have my games be safer; it's more fun that way and you can have a lot more replay value. But Big Sister really wanted to protect this place, especially for today.
TwilightEl: Big Sister?

Big Sister: Oh he just likes to call me that.

Suddenly a woman appears on the balcony of the second floor.

Big Sister: You can call me Hibiki…

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 71 (Big Brother)

Colombia, South America

Widdle Wade: What do you mean you lost your speed?

The group stood baffled in Quicksilver's former holding cell. Quicksilver has been doing a number of tests, running in place, running in circles, shaking his body. Nothing was working fast. He also looked incredibly stupid.

Ultimate Quicksilver: I-I can't move fast. I feel so slow. I think my powers are gone.
Widdle Wade: But how?
Hawkeye101: That must be what the weapon does, it must-
McCheese: *YAWN* You're boring! This is boring, let's just blow this place up and leave already

Widdle Wade: Listen, that's wrong. We have to-
McCheese: I AM ALWAYS RIGHT!

Suddenly McCheese's ring tone goes off.

McCheese: What?

On the cell phone is a text message from Joe Kalicki

Joe Kalicki: No McWaffle, you're not.

McCheese: … what the ****?
Widdle Wade: Listen, apparently these people are selling a weapon that can take away our powers. We can't let that get out in the open.
Hawkeye101: So what now?
Widdle Wade: First let's get Shihad, and then go after the device.

Hawkeye101: Shouldn't we neutralize the weapon first?
Widdle Wade: Well, we don't know where it is, but we know where Shihad is. Also we'll need Shihad. He can command the most sinister animal on the planet.
McCheese: Aardvarks?
Widdle Wade: No, squirrels.
McCheese: Really?

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Big Brother
Volume 10, Issue 71, By Random
​

The Project:

Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Wade Wilson - The fugitive on the run, has the ability to manipulate his energy to make his fists as hard as iron.
TwilightEl - She has the ability to manipulate and control over the forces of light.
McCheese – The sound user that can't catch a break.

The Brotherhood:

Ultimate Quicksilver – The super speedster, who's currently all alone : (
Shihad – A giant Squirrel-man.


Across the Compound

Hibiki: So you're what's left of our intruders.
TwilightEl: What's left?
Hibiki: Yes, I'm afraid the other half of your team were blown up and that speedy Gonzales friend of yours won't be running anywhere soon.
TwilightEl: Speedy Gonzales?
Wade Wilson: Maybe Widdle Wade is on drugs?

TwilightEl: So we heard you're selling a new weapon.
Hibiki Sorry, but the auction is over. You can have it if you meet our buyer's price.
TwilightEl: How much?
Hibiki: 22 million dollars.
Wade Wilson: God damn!
Hibiki: You better hurry if you want to purchase it, its being prepared for shipping.
TwilightEl: Actually we'll be taking it for free.
Wade Wilson: Five finger discount.
Hibiki: Ha, I'd like to see that. Well I must be going. Lil Brother, could you take care of them?
Lil Brother: Sure thing Big Sister!

Hibiki walks past a secure door.

TwilightEl: I'm going after her.

Twilight's body disintegrates into a dust cloud the flies through the secure door before it closes.

Wade Wilson: Wait, how the hell am I supposed to get up there? I can't fly!
Lil Brother: Don't worry buddy, you can play with me!
Wade Wilson: No offense kid, I'm looking to fight the top dog.
Lil Brother: Aww, but you haven't even met my Big Brother.
Wade Wilson: Big Brother?
Lil Brother: Yep, Come on Big Brother, meet our new friend!

Suddenly the pile of junk starts rumbling and from within a 15 foot tall robot stands up. The machine a glowing red eyes and Lil Brother sat on his shoulder.

Lil Brother: That one wants to fight, so let's play with him.

The robot sentinel nods his head and bends down, letting Lil Brother off. And it begins marching towards Wade.

Wade Wilson: So another giant robot, huh? Well it'd have to do.

Wade ignites the green lames around his fist and charges the robot.

Wade Wilson: Hiyah!

Wade punches the torso of Big Brother with all his might. This amounts to little more than a dent on the robot's titanium body. Big Brother proceeds to back hand Wade, tossing him across the room. Slamming Wade's body against the wall.

Wade Wilson: Ugh… that was painful…

Big Brother repositions himself, turns and marches towards Wade.

Wade Wilson: Okay, if that's the way you want it.

Wade ignites his fists and feet and charges the robot once again. With a series of precision hits and kicks to the inside of the robot's elbows and knees, delivering a final blow underneath Big Brother's chin, twisting his head to the side. The robot was thrown off balance but pauses for a second, before his giant arm punches towards Wade. Wilson managed to doge the blow as the robot's fist slams into the ground.

The robot pulls his arm out of the ground, going back into position. Pushing his own head back in alignment. The robot turns towards Wade and begins marching towards Wade again.

Wade Wilson: Well this is going to be tougher than I thought.


Somewhere else or something like that

Widdle Wade and the gang makes their way to Shihad's holding cell. The guard the Quicksilver left there was still on the floor. Funny how no one bothered to move him. Quicksilver used his key card, finger print, and retinal scan once again. After the door unlocked Quicksilver just dropped the guy on the floor, which wakes him up.

Lab Technician 3: Wha- OH MY-

Suddenly the techie wasn't making a sound and McCheese was holding his hand out.

Hawkeye101: Why isn't he talking?
McCheese: I'm negating al the molecules around him so no sound can get out… I think.
Hawkeye101: Cool.
Widdle Wade: Keep it up, we may need him. Hawkeye, stay here and keep a look out.

Widdle Wade and Ultimate Quicksilver enter the cell and see Shihad conscious and in full Squirrel mode.

Widdle Wade: What's the deal Quick? I thought they were experimenting the weapon with him. But why does he still have his powers?
Ultimate Quicksilver: I don't know.
Shihad: It's because the effects are only temporary.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Shihad, you're awake?
Shihad: They've been trying to see how long it lasts, it's never precise.
Widdle Wade: Any idea where it is?
Shihad: No, I've been trying to summon squirrel in between blasts, but they keep getting caught in those traps. Now will you pleased unlock these damn restraints!

Widdle Wade frees Shihad, the group exits the cell and reunites with Hawkeye101 and McCheese.

Widdle Wade: Okay McCheese, let's ask this guy some questions.

McCheese lowers the sound barrier.

Widdle Wade: Where is the weapon?
Lab Technician 3: I'm not telling you, she'd kill me!

Suddenly Shihad lunges at the tech grabbing his shirt and pressing him against the wall. He lets out a ferocious growl inches for the techie's face.

Lab Technician 3: The auction is over, the weapon will be prepare for shipping on the loading deck, up those stairs, two floors, down the hallway make a right, at the third door on the left is a private elevator the security code 3 7 2 43 3 take that down one floor and to the left is the loading deck.

Shihad continues to snarl.

Widdle Wade: Is that everything?

Lab Technician 3: … I pooted the bed last night…

Shihad throws the techie against a wall knocking him out.

Shihad: I'm ready for blood!
McCheese: Yeah, I'm not creped out right now; just a giant squirrel lusting for blood, no problem.


Hibiki's Chambers

Deep into the complex is a room that is designed to look like a Zen garden. Hibiki picks up an usually long samurai sword. She also carried a large rolled up cloth. She turns to see TwilightEl at the entrance.

Hibiki: Hmm, I was hoping to go and protect the shipment, you're going to make me late.
TwilightEl: You're not going anywhere.
Hibiki: Is that so?
TwilightEl: Yeah.

Hibiki lets out a smile.

Hibiki: You and what army?
TwilightEl: I don't need an army.

Suddenly Twilight prepares several tentacles for battle.

Hibiki: Is that the best you got?

Hibiki tosses the large object she was holding in front on her and unsheathes her long sword. The object unravels and ten different sword and other large blades fly out, hovering, rotating around Hibiki.

Hibiki: I'd like you to meet my friends.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 72 (The Mistress of the Blade)

Colombia, South America

Voice 1: So we finally get a chance to play.
Voice 2: I'm ready for the blood.
Voice 3: sigh can we get on with this?
Voice 4: I want to cut her up good!
Hibiki: Calm down, calm down, you'll all get your chance.

TwilightEl: Huh?...

Voice 5: Why are we doing this?
Hibiki: Cause if we don't we'll lose everything I worked so hard to get.
Voice 5: That does affect me at all.
Hibiki: It does if I take it out on you!
Voice 5: Tsk, this is so dishonorable.
Hibiki: Just shut up and do as you're told.

TwilightEl: Um…

Voice 6: I grow weary of this bickering!
Voice 4: Yeah let's do this already.
Voice 5: I will not sully my honor for this.
Hibiki: You'll do as you're told!

TwilightEl: W-who are you talking to?
Hibiki: You but out of this. Okay now all of you calm down and do what I say, I want to have some fun with this one.
Voice 7: Aww but why? Can't we just kill her already?
Hibiki: I want to test are abilities against a super.
Voice 2: A super?
Voice 3: Ooooh a super!
Voice 6: This shall be interesting.

TwilightEl: Seriously, who are you talking to? Or are you just some crazy nut?
Hibiki: Why my friends of course

Hibiki makes a gesture and the swords floating around her reacts. Among the weapons are a unique mix of claymores, zweihanders, bastard swords, a katana, and scimitars. Ten swords floating around here, Hibiki is also holding one long Katana, making 11 weapons in all.

TwilightEl: Oooohhhhh-kay, so you're crazy.
Hibiki: Oh is that so? Maybe you all should get to know each other better? Alright guys, have some fun.

Suddenly all the swords fly towards her.

TwilightEl: WHOA!

Twilight teleports to the other side of the room.

Hibiki: Over there!

TwilightEl: I just had to follow after her.

Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
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The Mistress of the Blade
Volume 10, Issue 72, By Random
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The Project:

Widdle_Wade – a former bad guy who now, finally, is the hero he always wanted to be.
Hawkeye101 – a master marksman, with super vision,
Wade Wilson - The fugitive on the run, has the ability to manipulate his energy to make his fists as hard as iron.
TwilightEl - She has the ability to manipulate and control over the forces of light.
McCheese – The sound user that can't catch a break.

The Brotherhood:

Ultimate Quicksilver – The super speedster, who's currently all alone : (
Shihad – A giant Squirrel-man.

Elsewhere

Wade Wilson: Damn robots.

Wade looks almost like he got hit by a truck while the robot known as Big Brother has only a few dents and still marches towards him no matter what Wade throws at it.

Lil Brother: Way to go Big B.!!! You have this loser on the ropes!
Wade Wilson: Loser? Loser?! Why you little snot nose little brat, I'm gonna-!

Wade charges at the kid, who doesn't flinch a bit. Wade's shirt is grabbed by the mechanical monster and thrown 50 feet across the room.

Wade Wilson: Argh! That's it! I've had just about enough from this tin can.

Wade charges once again, yelling as the green flames engulfing his fists spread up both his arms until the chi was up to his shoulders. As Wade approaches Big Brother, he leaps on to the robot, wrapping his arms around the robot's right arm.

Wade Wilson: RrrrrrArrrhh!!!

Wade rips Brig Brother's arm beneath the elbow clear off, throwing the robot off balance. Wade quickly jumps and rolls away before Big Brother could retaliate.

Lil Brother: Boooo!

Wade is breathing heavily; his arms hang almost lifeless he can barely lift them. Using his chi that much at once really takes a toll. The robot regains his composure and begins marching towards him once again.

Wade Wilson: Okay… I have one more left in me. Better make it count.

Once again Wade charges the robot, dodging a blow from its one good arm, he flips over Big Brother, grabbing it's cold titanium head. Wade kicks the back behind the robot's knee causing it to buckle. His arms again fully lights up and Wade uses all his strength to tear Big Brother's head right off. He then kicks it across the room.

Wade falls to his knees, absolutely exhausted. He stares at the ground and notices a shadow growing bigger. Wade tries to get out of the way, but is too slow and his leg gets stuck underneath Big Brother's headless body. Yep, sucks to be Wade. Lil Brother walks up holding Big Brother's head.

Lil Brother: Wow that was really cool! You're a lot stronger than you look! And it's a good thing you didn't damage Big Brother's head too much so his memory core is intact, he tells some really funny jokes! I hope we can play again sometime!

Lil Brother proudly marches way, leaving Wade stuck.

Wade Wilson: ****ing kids today.


The Loading Bay

At the other side of the compound, the party of five: Widdle Wade, Hawkeye101, McCheese, Ultimate Quicksilver, and Shihad, made their way into the loading bay. Fighting off the guards, lab technicians, janitors. Well really, Shihad did all the fighting, more of a rampage than a fight really… Anyway. The team made their way.

At the loading bay, was a parked transport helicopter being loaded with the new weapon. The team charged the chopper only to realize it was being covered from the air by a full armed Helicopter. Hawkeye101 quickly takes the second chopper out with 3 well aimed shots, forcing it to land.

Lab Technician 1: We're under attack!
Lab Technician 2: What should we do?
Lab Technician 1: Take the weapon and get out of here!
Lab Technician 2: Are you sure?
Lab Technician 1: If the Boss Lady finds out we lost it to them she'd cut us too pieces.

The second lab techie starts running With Shihad right on his tail.

Widdle Wade: Quicksilver, McCheese. Cut off his escape.

The techie runs onto a suspended walk way, and is stopped when he sees McCheese and Quicksilver on the other side. He turns and finds Shihad charging towards him. Impulsively he fires the device. Shihad jumps out the way, hanging off the side, Widdle Wade dodges the blast, but it hits Hawkeye101. Everything suddenly got very blurry for him. Without his glasses or super powers, he can't see a thing. Waiting, he hears a footstep and impulsively fires an arrow… into Widdle Wade's shoulder.

Widdle Wade: ARGGG! Damn it Hawkeye!!
Hawkeye101: Sorry.
Widdle Wade: First deaf now blind, what next with you?

This exchange allows the weapon to recharge. The techie aims for Widdle Wade.

Widdle Wade: Ahhhh **** this is going to hurt.

Then suddenly the walk way starts shaking, the weapon fires and misses its target. McCheese was using his power to change the vibrating frequency of the walk way, causing it to shake violently until it breaks.

Lab Technician 2: Ahhh!
Widdle Wade: Whoa!!

Hawkeye101 reaches out his arm and grabs something.

Hawkeye101: Gotcha Wade!
Widdle Wade: That's not me, that's the weapon you idiot!
Hawkeye101: Oh.

Widdle Wade was hanging on a steel cable pulling himself up.

Widdle Wade: Okay, McCheese now that we have the weapon. You guys check that side of the building for Wilson and Twilight, we'll go this way.
McCheese: Sure, leave me with the powerless guy.

Quicksilver punches McCheese.



Hibiki's Chambers

The once peaceful looking Zen garden has become a war zone. Boulders crumbled, ground torn apart. The 10 weapons have done they damage and continue to do more constantly swinging and missing TwilightEl as she teleports. Every few seconds she teleports every few seconds, finding place to hide for long. She is getting exhausted, her teleporting powers can't stand this much use, they were designed for it.

Hibiki stands calmly amidst the wreckage; she looks in the reflection of herself in her sword and fixes her hair.

Long Katana: Your hair looks good today.
Hibiki: Why thank you.
Long Katana: So when do we get to fight?
Hibiki: Oh let the other have their fun.

TwilightEl disintegrates her body into dust, but the swords thrust and cut away, cause a strange feeling as the particles are pushed around by the air turmoil the swords caused. So Twilight decides to fight. She reforms herself immediately using several tentacles to grab three of the swords and with all her might use them against the others. She then throws them, embedding them deep into the ground. With her tentacles she grabs the remaining swords while they were still hit off balance and repeatedly, threw them deep into the ground, getting all of them stuck.

Hibiki stood in amazement at how Twilight single handed took downs her swords. The only weapons left were a floating Samurai Sword and her own long Katana.

Hibiki: Hey what are you just floating around for? I said attack her!
Samurai Sword: I no longer wish to serve one as dishonorable as you.
Hibiki: How's the weather up there on that pedestal of yours?
Samurai Sword: This is a warrior with true strength.

The samurai sword slowly floats towards a very confused Twilight, handle first, who grabs hold of it.

Hibiki: After all the work I did stealing you from that museum! sigh If you want something done right.

Hibiki takes a firm grasp of her long katana and dashes towards Twilight who barely manages to block with the sword. Twilight uses tentacles to attack Hibiki, while blocking the long Katana with her sword. But Hibiki proves to be a greater swordsman, quickly cutting the tentacles and getting in close. Her skill plus the reach of her sword put Hibiki at an advantage.

Suddenly in a burst of extra speed Hibiki cuts all the tentacles in one swipe and runs Twilight through her torso. There was a deadly silent pause as bith stared into each other's eyes; Hibiki, with a cocky smile and TwilightEl, with a stunned face. Both of them simultaneously look down at the wound only to see the area around it had disintegrated into dust. Both opponents dashed back words as a stunned Twilight looks down and sees the disintegrated area reform as if nothing had happen.

TwilightEl: I did no know I could do that…

And angry Hibiki lunges forward, and the fight continues.


Meanwhile

Ultimate Quicksilver and McCheese had ventured into what seems to be the basement of the complex. There were a bunch of machinery and a steam shooting out of pipes.

McCheese: Yo Quicky, what is this place?
Ultimate Quicksilver: I think it's where they get their power from.
McCheese: Hmm.

Suddenly as they turn a corner someone form the opposite direction bumped into them.

Lab Technician 1: Oh ****!

The lab techie immediately starts running away. Quicksilver instinctively lunges towards the tech-dude and finds himself 50 feet away in 0.1 seconds.

Ultimate Quicksilver: YES!

Quicksilver runs back to McCheese, knocking the tech out on the way.

Ultimate Quicksilver: My speed is back!
McCheese: Hmm, good for you… wait! Can you get everyone out of here in like a minute or something?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Yeah.

McCheese looks and the power source equipment and he gets a demonic smile on his face.

McCheese: I gots a good idea…


Hibiki's Chambers

The two female warriors had their swords pressing against each other, when abruptly the ground begins to shake. Explosions rip throughout the complex as a silver blur passé in front of Hibiki, suddenly TwilightEl was gone.

Hibiki: What!


Outside


Ultimate Quicksilver brought TwilightEl to the rest of the group watching the complex being destroyed.

TwilightEl: Wait, what-?
McCheese: Big boom, super speed.
TwilightEl: Oh.

People can be seen evacuating the compound.

Widdle Wade: Looks like the worker bees are getting out.
Shihad: They're not getting far, not after what they did to me.

An ominous sound from the woods begins to rise, it sounds like a horrible squealing.

Wade Wilson: What's that?

Shihad looks dramatically into the distance.

Shihad: …Back up.

Suddenly the fleeing lab technicians are attack by ravenous squirrels. Wade Wilson tries not to vomit.

Wade Wilson: Okay, I'm creped out now, listen go home.


Epilogue 1

Widdle Wade, Hawkeye101, Wade Wilson, TwilightEl, and McCheese walked out of a portal to the Doc Comic Mansion.

Random: So how'd it go?
Wade Wilson: Mission accomplished douche bag.
Random: So the device is destroyed?
Wade Wilson: Well actually-

Random covers Wade's mouth with his hand.

Random: McCheese, audio privacy, NOW!
McCheese: O-okay.

McCheese raises his hands cutting of sound vibrations around the group, so no one outside could hear them.

Random: Maxwell found out what the weapon was, we have to keep this a secret.
Hawkeye101: (facing the wrong way) Why?
Random: Because now that we're "so cozy" with the secret society they probably have ways of monitoring us. We can't let them have this. With it they could then monopolize super powered individuals with everything else.

Random takes the weapon and hides it under his cape.

Random: I'll take this somewhere safe when the day comes when we'll need this. Until then, don't say a word of this.
Wade Wilson: Hard ***.
Random: Okay McCheese.

McCheese lets down the sound barrier.

Random: I'll be right back. So other teams should be arriving soon.

Random walks off.


Epilogue 2

In a bar somewhere in Brazil.

Shihad: So what have you been up to?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Been looking for everyone to reform the brotherhood.
Shihad: So who have you found so far?
Ultimate Quicksilver: Just you.
Shihad: Two months with super speed and that's it?!
Ultimate Quicksilver: Hey the worlds a big place, besides who knows where Dr. Strangefate disappeared to?
Shihad: Well looking for him would sure beat being trapped in a lab and experimented on.
Ultimate Quicksilver: Speaking of which, you really need to take a bath or at least a flee bath.
Shihad: Hey!



Epilogue 3

A door opens into a dark room. Hibiki enters it and places her sword against the wall. She stand silently, the violently throws a paper weight at the wall.

Hibiki: DAMN IT! Everything ruined, all that time, all that money, GONE! Now I have nothing, not a god damn thing!!!
??? : Now, now you shouldn't let your temper get out of control like that.

Hibiki's sword flies out of its scabbard and into her hand.

Hibiki: Who is that!

A cigarette is light and the light turned on.

JohnnyFreeze: I have a job for you.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 73 (Pluto or Bust)

A darkened room, the Red Moon's light reflecting off of a mirror.

A shadowy figure, putting on a costume.

A stretch of a wire, the sound of whining forms of electricity.

The figure, stands in front of the mirror, his reflection shadowed.

Blue electricity runs wild over his glove gauntlets, an invention of his own to channel electricity. His Mohawk is visible in these flashes of light, along with his face. The man smiles, wolflike.

Man: Let's do this.

Suddenly, the gloves short circuit, sending electricity flying wildly across the room, and causing the mirror to shatter.

Man: AW MAN!
Man's Mother: DAMMIT MOLE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE!
Man: MOM! I PAY RENT! LEAVE ME ALONE!
Man's Mother: DINNER IS ON IN FIVE! DON'T MISS IT!
Man: BUT MOM!
Man's Mother: NO BUT'S MISTER!
Man: FINE, BUT I'M WEARING MY COSTUME!
Man's Mother: NO!
Man: AW MOM!

The man left the room, discarding his glove gauntlets. In the shards of the broken mirror, a hand reaches out, and grabs the gauntlets.

Person: Well, he's in, though I don't know why we need him.

A Pause.

Person: Oh, well, if it's those two then he would be perfect, wouldn't he?

The person adjusts his tophat, tosses the gauntlet to the floor, and then jumps out the second story window into the clear night.

Later & Elsewhere

TGO: Darn it to heck! Listen, I told you to go and blow up the vault, why didn't you listen to me?
Curly:Cause I'm too big for the vault?
TGO: We need money, and for that, we need to rob the vault!
Curly: I forgot why we needed money.
TGO: Curly, for someone who is entirely made up of gold, you are stupid.
Curly: Yeah, well, so's your face.
TGO: Whatever. We need to the money to make a spaceship, to get to Bass Lak Tus' corpse, to revive his ***.
Curly: Oh….did you already answer the question to why we don't steal our own spaceship?
TGO: Cause that's tacky. NOW! TIME TO…

Before TGO could finish his proclamation, he got punched in the face.

~ NURHACHI & DR. STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Pluto or Bust!
Volume 10, Issue 73, By Ultimate Houde​

TGO: Who dares punch the greatest face in the universe?

Two people stood in front of the bank. One of them was wearing a red shirt, jeans shorts, and a straw hat. He had a huge smile on his face. The other was a figure, tall, muscular, and have a scarred face. The one in the straw hat talked first.

Lynx: The name is Lynx, and my friend here is Method, and we don't like unregistered losers like yourselves roaming the planet of the Emperor.
TGO: Tell the Emperor the Thee Great One is going to kick his ***.
Lynx: Like he gives two ****s about you.
Curly: Um, are they part of our plan?
Lynx: Oh, the stupid one speaks?
Curly: I'm not stupid.
Lynx: Sure your not. And my friend here isn't stronger than you. Not like I would need him to take you out though. Should have stuck working in that Hawaiian restaurant. At least you wouldn't have gotten your golden shiny *** handed to you.
TGO Curly, show these new freaks some manners.

Curly charged the two E-men. Lynx threw his fist backwards, and it stretched to incredible proportions, and then came flying towards Curly at high speeds. It impacted with Curly's punch, the two of them cancelling each other out. Curly then got hit backwards as Method flew up and punch him in the face. Curly fell, landing on top of TGO.

Method: Don't worry populace, these two fools are prisoners of us, and they will be imprisoned.

The gathering crowd cheered the E-Men.

Another voice rang out from the crowd.

Man: Really? I don't think you are the good guys here.
Method: Oh, and you may be?

The man jumped out of the crowd. Well, he more stumbled out, and fell backwards as his trench coat got caught. He fell on his ***, and his costume revealed. He was covered head to toe in Spandex, he had gauntlets on, and somehow, his eyes were squinting in his mask which covered his face, but not his awesome Mohawk.

Random Onlooker: That guy has an AWESOME Mohawk!
Mole: The name is Mole, and I'm going to defeat the two of you!

The two E-Men looked at him, and started to laugh.

Mole: What's so funny? I got this awesome electrical suit and stuff!

They continued to laugh.

Mole: That's it, I'm taking you two down!

His suit began to emit a yellow glow, expanding outwards in a circle. At the same time, from beneath Curly, TGO also began to glow in preparation to explode. The two energies mixed, the electrical powers combining with the explosion powers. The circle expanded further, blocking the view from outside to what was happening inside.

Method: This could be serious.
Lynx: I'll go check it out.
Method: According to my analysis, there is a high amount of electrical powers being tossed around inside that thing.
Lynx: I'm rubber, I don't care about that.

Lynx then jumped into the circle fearlessly.

The moment he entered, the circle imploded with a popping sound.

The dust settled in seconds, and Method frowned. Lynx wasn't in there at all.

Method: This is unfortunate. I must go talk to Professor Houdenmeyer about this.

Elsewhere

Somewhere

Hopefully not over a rainbow, cause that's stupid

And probably copyrighted by Disney. Asshats. Anyways…..

Elsewhere.

A small rocky ice dwarf planet floating through the solar system, which use to be known as Pluto, didn't have much in the way of scenery. The former planet was nothing but ice, rock, and now had a population of five.

Yes, five.

The fifth person will be revealed.

Anyways, a bright light appeared on the surface of Pluto, and probably would cause astronomers to ***** about what it meant for several decades, until finally they have a convention, and the ones that care vote, and huzzah, more *****ing.

See the parallel?

Anyways, the dwarf planet's surface.

Bright light, and several beings fall out.

TGO: What happened?
Mole: Oh man! This is not going well!
Lynx: Where the hell did you take me?
Mole: I don't know! Our energy must have been crossed.
Curly: I don't think the beams are suppose to be crossed…..
Mole: And somehow, we ended up here.
Lynx: And where is here, exactly?

A voice spoke up from nearby.

Voice: Pluto. Now do you mind, I hate when people show up here uninvited, and then try to sell me ****. I just want to read my comics, and be alone. And talk to myself about comics and all that.
TGO: WHOA! There's someone else here on Pluto. I figured out we are on Pluto, because I'm the smartness.
Curly: He is.
Voice: For UC sake! You two are here? Man, you end up on the most unforsaken place in the universe, this floating piece of rock…
Lynx: Actually Pluto is a planet.
Voice: No it isn't. They had a vote or something, didn't they?
Lynx: THAT WAS NOT THE MAJORITY!
Voice: Whatever newb, I'm going to go over to the other side of this planet. You jokes go fight yourselves and whatever.
TGO: That voice knew of me? Maybe I had sex with it? I should probably go tell it about my crab infestation.
Lynx: Whatever, HOW DID WE END UP HERE!
Mole: I think I have an explanation.
Curly: Can I suggest something other than spandex for your next costume, seriously, your current costume may be too much.
Mole: Ah, well, anyways, I think my electrical powers, which are AWESOME!!!!, mixed with TGO's explosive powers, resulting in the spatial disturbance we find ourselves in.
Lynx: Fine, you two bring us back, and I'll arrest the lot of you.
TGO: Hmmm, I like this new cat …
Mole: Mole
Curly: Wombat.
TGO: Duck
Mole: No, my name is Mole.
Lynx: This lunacy needs to stop! I want to get off this planet!
Voice: DWARF PLANET!
Lynx: SHUTTUP! I THOUGHT YOU WENT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET!
Voice: DWARF PLANET! AND I DID, STUPID SUPERPOWERS! GET OFF MY LAWN YOU ****ING NEWBS!
TGO: I concur, Kangaroo, welcome to the Interweb Vikings. Shall we return?

Mole, reaching into his suit, pulled out a device, and tossed it behind him.

Mole: Just the regulator, alright, let's power up guys!

Mole charged up his suit, and TGO went to explode. The energies touched….

BOING

Lynx looked at the street he was on, which was devoid of the Interweb Vikings. Method landed next to him.

Method: What happened?
Lynx: We were teleported onto the planet Pluto, and they teleported us back, but I have no idea where they are now….
Method: Wait, I thought Pluto wasn't a planet anymore.
Lynx: SHUT YOUR FACE!

Elsewhere.

Not Pluto

In case you were wondering.

Mole, TGO and Curly sat on a beach, soaking up the sun, laughing.

Mole: You guys are awesome!
TGO: Of course we are.
Curly: So guys, what are we going to do tonight?
TGO: What we do every night……TRY TO WAKE UP BASS!

A pause.

Mole: Why are you trying to wake up fish?

Epilogue

The device on Pluto blinked a few times, before coming on.

Person: Hello? Hello?

The owner of the strange voice walked over. He was wearing red clothes, torn up, and a cloth blindfold that flapped in unseen wind. He bent over, and picked up the device.

Voice: Well well, I guess this means the vacation is over soon, huh Old Man.
Person: We are working on it.
Voice: So that guy was yours huh?
Person: Oh yes, it was one organization we didn't have someone in, and now we do. Funny, we even called him Mole.

The two people laughed.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 74 (The Divine Comedy Part 1: Inferno)

The Castle

It was time. The spells were cracking and Goodwill could feel it in his bones. He threw himself against the bars of his cell and passed through them with little resistance. The castle walls shook and he felt that it was plummeting. The sensation was paralyzing. He gripped the wall and began to pray

DR. STRANGEFATE: Well, that certainly won't help you here.

The voice was in his head, but there was no sign of the "Good" Doctor.

GOODWILL: Get out of my—

DR. STRANGEFATE: Brace yourself.

The Castle hit the ground. Burning dust swirled in the air like hot ash, and the walls began to crumble around Goodwill. He felt his right arm bend and snap where there were no joints. He screamed as he has screamed so many times before in this horrible place, and came to realize that somehow everything had just become so much worse. A hole in the walls of the tower looked down upon a giant red desert under hopelessly grey skies. In the distance there were fires that looked the size of forests. Something had gone wrong. He knew this. Hell was real, and the Dark Doctor had brought him there.

The pain in his arm was overwhelming. He felt the embrace of cold shadow before passing out.

Dr.Strangefate has spent his life seeking ultimate power. He rose from the ranks of a third-rate team of supervillains to take charge and lead them to a new tomorrow. He stole the reality altering powers of the divine entity Lil Kis, and drank the blood of the angel Caduceus to secure his position as the most powerful being in the universe. His goals are clear. He will not rest until he is seated on the Throne of Heaven as Lord of the Cosmos.

Several months ago, an unknown entity within the organization known as 616 Central unleashed a nigh-omnipotent Doomwurm to dispose of the Divinely Damned Doctor Strangefate. Losing the battle, Strangefate had no choice but to pull the creature, his castle, and all inside into the eternal pits of Hell.

Cover Art by Skotti. Original Art Here.

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Inferno
Volume 10, Issue 74,
By Dr.Strangefate
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The Desert of the Damned

To describe walking through the endless red sand deserts of Hell, one would be hard pressed not to draw comparisons to the act of walking across burning coals. One who walks in the desolate darkness can feel the skin boiling off his feet, stripped naked by the torrential winds that offer no sweet relief to the damned. These dark souls are eternally exhausted, but cannot stop walking, because to stop and sit is to irrevocably scar your torso with the deadly sands.

One man, newly damned to wander the darkness, had already gone mad with the utter silence of this realm. His throat was numbed by the harsh air, and he gasped violently to breathe. He had spent a week screaming, once, just to see whether anything, man or demon, would come to see his pain. No one had. He barely remembered his life before, his sins long forgotten. All he knew was pain. Pain and silence. It was a shock then, to hear a shuffling coming behind the ridge of the nearest sand dune. The man paused a moment, mid-step. A poor decision, the increased weight on his foot buried it in the sand, and he did what he could to stifle his screams. Sure enough, there was someone beyond the ridge, he could swear that he heard mumbling. He tried to run, but his foot caught, and he fell face first onto the desert floor. He hadn't time to scream, as his throat burned through, and every struggle intensified the pain until the man passed out entirely.

A small creature wandered towards the charred corpse, seemingly unaware of the deadly sand beneath his feet. His fur was red, and tiny horns made him look a mockery of the Halloween version of the devil. He laughed and mumbled to himself constantly, and sniffed at the remains of the damned human.

Hellsbuttmonkey: Looks like it's dinnertime!

It was a good meal, if not a little unsatisfying. The malnourishment of the dead led to some pretty nasty tasting meat, but when there's nothing else around, a demon has to take what he can get.

Suddenly, the sky lit up with beams of energy, and Hellsbuttmonkey stared, awestruck. This was Angel Magic, and he hadn't seen that sort of power since he had been forcibly removed from the courts of the Inner Circle. A castle fell from the reddened sky, and crashed into the sand. A large snake-like creature thrashed and screamed in the sand, and a distant figure pushed it further and further from the castle with beams of untold power. The creature did not like the sand, it writhed in its death throws, and began to curl into a withering, smoking ball. The figure floated back towards the castle and the smoke hit Hellbuttmonkey's ridge. It smelled exquisite. He had just eaten, but he was always open to having some fresh meat. His stomach grumbled, and he nodded his head. It would be a good hour's walk in this new form, but it would be worth it.

The Castle

Strangefate's wounds slowly clotted and healed as he chanted in arcane tones. The poison of the Doomwurm was only active as long as the beast lived, and the deadly desert had seen to the creature's demise. Strangefate shook with fury. How many years would this set him back? How much longer would he have to wait to reach his final goals? His loyal servant, Shade stared blankly at the desert surrounding the castle. He could feel the soul tattering winds and knew where his master had taken him.

DR. STRANGEFATE: ******* ****ing Doomwurm… I spent years ensuring there was no one who could stand in my way, no one who could summon something like this. When I get my hands on who… Well, time is of the essence. We must return to the world above at once.

He turned to Shade with determination. His eyes burned the deepest crimson, and his angelic wings stretched with impatience.

DR. STRANGEFATE: See to the prisoners. I want to insure that they have not sustained any major injuries, but mostly, it must be certain that they hadn't the chance to escape while we were under siege. I need to make sure the Portrait Gallery is intact. The damage seems to be centered primarily in the east wing of the castle, which means the transdimensional gate has almost certainly been destroyed…. The walls and rooms can heal themselves, what I am concerned about are my belongings.

The Good Doctor surveyed the damage as he walked the treacherous halls towards the Portrait Gallery. His life's work hung on those walls, the gathered souls of loyal sorcerors, lesser in power to him, but when pulled together they offered his greatest chance to storm the gates of Heaven. His own unholy army.

The room was large and imposing, a ballroom containing a seventy-foot dining table where the Doctor has taken his meals before the Angel's blood had removed from him the need for sustenance. The elaborately painted ceiling was rubble now, strewn across the now broken table. One-third of the east wall had fallen and broken canvasses littered the ground. Even more paintings were forever lost between the worlds. The opposite wall had maintained. Most of the portraits were safe. The "Good" Doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and composed himself.

DR. STRANGEFATE: Gentlemen, I apologize for the inconvenience of our displacement. This, of course, will delay your release from your current states. The plans continue however, do not dispair.

There were murmurs of dissent. Of anger. Strangefate breathed angrily, closing his eyes.

DR. STRANGEFATE: We are in Hell. Would you prefer I release you here?

Silence.

DR. STRANGEFATE: I thought not.

Shade appeared then, materializing in a corner. He gestured to his master in an effort to explain himself.

DR. STRANGEFATE: For god's sake! Speak! I have no patience for your little games today.

Shade's voice was like a whisper heard across the hall. Unsubstantial, with little confidence. He spoke rarely, and only ever in the presence of the Doctor.

SHADE: the prisoner, goodwill, has been moved to a more stable chamber while the magic binding the castle heals itself. his arm is broken, but i left him with the injury, as i assumed you would prefer. the angel is pained by our presence in this realm, but the cross is intact. he is bound.

DR. STRANGEFATE: Good. Good… Take me to the balcony.

SHADE: yes, master.

The Good Doctor looked out upon the sands of Hell, and the distant cities to the North. His usual methods of traveling beteen the realms had been eradicated by the Doomwurm's attack. He would need to travel towards the center of Hell. He would need to make a deal.

SHADE: sir?

DR. STRANGEFATE: Yes, Shade?

SHADE: where is the doomwurm? all i can see is a small… is that a monkey?

Strangefate took wing and descended towards the creature.

DR. STRANGEFATE: What is this?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Oh, sorry. Was it yours?

Strangefate stared at the creature, revolted and confused. It burped. Loudly.

DR. STRANGEFATE: A Doomwurm? Why would I keep a Doomwurm?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I've seen weirder. Tasted weirder, even…

DR. STRANGEFATE: You ate it?!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: What the hell else was I supposed to do with it? Play dress up?

DR. STRANGEFATE: It was almost a mile long! You're about four feet tall!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: That is a matter of perspective, my friend.

DR. STRANGEFATE: Who are you? Name yourself, Demon.

The tiny red ape puffed up his chest, and spoke in the deepest voice he could manage.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I am Lord Glyndwr the Wicked. Baron of Botulism. Duke of Discordia. One of the Nine High Kings of Hell

The Good Doctor smirked, and his eyes flashed red.

DR. STRANGEFATE: What is a high king doing all the way out here in the endless desert?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: That's none of your business, you big fluffy poof.

DR. STRANGEFATE: I'm guessing that's not your true form. Not many of the Lords of Hell look like a little girl's plush doll.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: This little plush doll can still kick your poncy ***!

Strangefate chuckled to himself.

DR. STRANGEFATE: Is that so?

The demon pounced, producing a pitchfork from the ether and swinging it at Strangefate. The doctor blocked the strike with a fist and shot a beam of purple-pink energy at the creature. It shrieked at him, bounding from the beam's trajectory, hurling a handful of burning sand in the eyes of the doctor. The sand did not seem to affect him, and Strangefate laughed a full-throated laugh at the demon's folly. He grabbed it by the tail and flew skyward. The monkey breathed fire, doing nothing but singe the doctor's eyebrows. Strangefate swung the creature against the highest tower of the castle with all his unholy strength. And again. And again. The creature fell limp.

LATER

DR. STRANGEFATE: EKAW PU

They were in the library now, and the walls had almost completely reconstituted themselves. The creature that had called itself Glyndwr rubbed its eyes and realized it was laying on a red satin couch. It coughed a moment, and sat up to look the room around. Shelves upon shelves of arcane texts, but there were many noticeable holes in what had apparently been a complete collection. Shade glowered in the corners of the room, disappearing from one to another as his master paced.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Okay, boss, you win. It's… been a while since I faced that kind of action. What kind of man are you anyways?

DR. STRANGEFATE: No kind of man.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Fine, be cryptic if that's how you get your kicks. I can tell you one thing, though. I know you don't want to be here. You're trying to leave. Am I right?

DR. STRANGEFATE: You would be making a fair assumption.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I'll tell you what I know. My story, tell you what I know about the hierarchy down here.

DR. STRANGEFATE: I know plenty.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: You think you know plenty. I bet you none of your texts on Hell are under one hundred and fifty years old. This place has changed! Television, Movies, The Internet! It's not like we're out of the loop down here. You don't know squat. I do. I tell you what the what is, and then, when you… IF you manage to find your way out, you take me with you.

Strangefate mocked surprise.

DR. STRANGEFATE: What? A demon wants to get out of Hell?

The monkey stewed for a moment in silence.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I have a second condition. If I tell you what I know, you will refer to me henceforth by my proper name. Do we have a deal?

The monkey held out its malformed hand. After a moment of consideration, Strangefate took it in his own.

DR. STRANGEFATE: I suppose we do.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Well, then I guess you're going to need a little backstory… See… The big guy down here, The Prince of Darkness himself, has picked up a bizarre warm spot for artists from the world above. It's been growing for centuries, and truth be told, he envies these people… They can create entire worlds with their minds, in a way, it's kind of like… well… playing God. And since he thought of playing God first, he figures that he is the first and greatest artist.

DR. STRANGEFATE: I see… So Lucifer fancies himself an artist these days?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Well, he's still not so good with the ideas… And that's where the trouble all started. He realized that he could possess the writers he considers great, and write his own material by their hands. He started doing this… what? Two hundred? Three hundred years ago? Anyways, he's been at it for a while, but he used to hold off for a while between goes at it… He might write a little play through James Joyce, and then wait a few decades before hopping into F. Scott Fitzgerald. The books would come out, and we would all oooh and ahhh, and tell him how flipping amazing his work was. We all knew it was garbage, but we could flatter him every now and then just to avoid getting ourselves tossed into eternal torment with the rest of the damned.

The former high-king poured himself some tea from a kettle that had been set up near Strangefate's desk. He pondered a moment on how to continue. The Doctor stared on, more than a little perplexed.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I think we all just gave him too much support in those early days. He would go off for months at a time to work on something, and we were living the high-life. We barely noticed that something that had happened every couple of decades was now happening every year, then every couple of months… Nowadays it's the internet. He's always trying to create the new fad, and jumping onto others… We're all a part of the play now, constantly. There was a month where all of demonkind wore the skins of cats and had to speak to each other like retarded children. It's gotten out of control. He's more obsessed with the immediate artforms… things you don't have to wait months to see. And that's when he hopped into the minds of comic book writers.

DR. STRANGEFATE: Wait a second. The Devil writes comic books? You're not kidding with me?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Oh, I wish I were…. At least seven or eight of his books come out every single week, and the legions of the damned are required to read and love each and every single story. We have to regale him with praise for his talent. And the only time this crap's any good, is when the original writer's slip back into control for a second! I was dealing with it, competently, I thought… Until His Lord High Worship decided to take one-third of MY kingdom and turn it into a premium comic book shop which only sells the worst of the worst. This store goes on for miles and miles, even contains a decent movie theater in the back, to show his rare forays into film these days (there was one with a creature the humans call The Beniffer which I found particularly revolting). And so I got angry…

DR. STRANGEFATE: Understandably so.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: One thing you folks don't understand about the Internet is that it's as much of a cosmic force as anything. There is only one internet, and we use it as much down here as you use it up there… So I figured, hey, I'm peeved at the big guy, and I want to get even, but I can't ACTUALLY get even, so I figure that I'll just ***** about him on the internet! So I find this message board—

DR. STRANGEFATE: Wait… What was the name of the board?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Small comic book board that used to be focused specifically on the sort of comics Lucifer was writing at the time. You've never heard of it, I'm sure… Ultimate Central.

Strangefate's grin was almost imperceptible, but nevertheless present. He knew what would happen next in the demon's story.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: So one night, I'm tearing apart this whole story-arc apart where he somehow managed to turn the love interest of the series into a male wolf creature… I know, it's pretty ****ed up, right? And a beam of light shoots out of the computer, filling the whole room. I knew it was over, then… The energy had wiped out the internet throughout the realm, and the Roflcopters descended on my Castle instantaneously…

DR. STRANGEFATE: The what now??

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Roflcopters… Flying manned police units powered by the laughter of the criminally insane. 'snot really important. Anyways. They got me, and Lucifer saw what I was planning to write about him. He had to go off into his side quarters for a while, and I swear that I heard him crying in there… But that's besides the point. He stripped me of my title, of my name, of my land, and of my true nature. He declared to all of demonkind that I was Hell's Buttmonkey, and that I would be sent to wander the eternal deserts for all of time and think of what I have done.

DR. STRANGEFATE: Heh… All for hurting his pride?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Well, think who we're talking about here…

DR. STRANGEFATE: This is going to be even easier than I thought it would be. I shall read some of the Dark Lord's comic books, and present myself in his court as a fan. All I'll need to do is flatter him, and we'll be home free. You have saved the day, it seems, Hellsbuttmonkey.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I thought we had agreed…

DR. STRANGEFATE: That I would call you by your proper name. You were given the first by Lucifer, and it was taken away. He has given you a new name, and that is the proper one. You'd best get used to it.

Hellsbuttmonkey grumbled to himself.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: …thought I was the demon…

Ignoring his companion entirely, Strangefate looked to one of the dark corners of his study.

DR. STRANGEFATE: To me, my servant… You have work to do.

The City of Dis

Roflcopters swarmed the air around the grungy streets of Dis, the most populous city in all of Hell. This is where the demons lived, where they came home after a long day's work of torturing the poor souls who found themselves dragged into the pit by their own indiscretions. It was nothing personal, it was just their job. Some of them enjoyed it more than others, just like it is elsewhere in the world.

Shade, the man of shadows, lurked down the streets of this dark city. If his body still contained a heart, it would have been racing. The city was as if they had sewn together every rotten corner of every metropolitan city in the world. Gangs roamed the streets, beating each other to death "for the lulz," as they would say. Everything to amuse their lord and master. He heard the howling of terrible beasts, trained to massacre those dressed in a certain manner they had deemed ridiculous. Some men carried sonic rifles, programmed to decimate one's ears with a particular 1980's song that had inexplicably become popular as a means of torture and dismay. They called the process "rickrolling".

The Comic Shop was harder to find than Shade had anticipated. The streets changed often, to leave its inhabitants lost in corners they had never tried to reach. But upon the third time passing the same office block, the store was there, and Shade moved quickly, as to prevent it from disappearing yet again.

The store smelled of dead cats and feces, but Shade had long sense lost the senses of smell and taste, so it did him no harm. He approached the counter where a tremendously obese demon with a goatee and ponytail sat, scratching himself in the most unflattering way.

SHADE: i am looking for...

He searched his memory for the proper term

SHADE: …ultimate comics?

COMIC BOOK GUY: Ah, yes. The Ultimate Marvel series, excellent work there from our dark lord and master in recent weeks, don't you think? Cap had been Black Panther all along! Genius work, so much better than that horrible Millar fellow. Don't you agree?

SHADE: …

COMIC BOOK GUY:: Haven't read the other stuff? Well good for you. Worst. Comic. Ever. I cannot stress that enough. We've got a box right here of the good stuff. Would that be all?

Shade nodded, producing a large quantity of gold coins across the counter.

COMIC BOOK GUY:: What in Hell do you think this is? We don't accept gold here! This is a soul business!

SHADE: i… i haven't got a soul.

COMIC BOOK GUY:: Then get out! Out with you! Or I'll call the Roflcopters on you to take you off!

Shade didn't need to be told twice. He skulked out and thought for a good long time about the prospects of stealing the comics. He was fairly sure he could get away with it, but he didn't know the magical prowess of these individual demons. Could they grab hold of a shadow itself? Possibly not, but why risk the consequences?

A voice called out from a nearby alley.

VOICE: Hey! You! Lookin' to get your hands on the big guy's comics?

SHADE: yes.

VOICE: I've got the full set, right here.

Shade could see nobody, but the box sat there, as plain as day. He paused a moment, considering.

SHADE: what's the catch?

The voice chuckled nervously.

VOICE: No catch… No catch… Just be quick.

SHADE: you don't want these comics?

VOICE: I love his work!

The voice shouted to no one and to everyone. The timbre of the voice told Shade exactly how terrifed the demon was of getting rid of these wretched works

VOICE: Look, do you want them? Because I do, I LOVE THESE COMICS. I don't even want to give them away! I just want to… Eh… Want to help you get started on your connection.

SHADE: would you like gold?

VOICE: JUST TAKE THEM ALREADY!!! And be quick about it! The Roflcopters will be flying by any second… And well… Just go!

And he did.

Later, in the Castle of Dr. Strangefate

DR. STRANGEFATE: This… is… terrible!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: See? What'd I tell ya?

DR. STRANGEFATE: It's just… every one of these stories ends with the same Deus Ex Machina! Either this government group shows up to save the day, or this other group of heroes… How can he actually develop Spider-Man as a character without letting him fight his own battles?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: It's pretty awful stuff.

DR. STRANGEFATE: I just… How do I convince Lucifer that I actually enjoy reading this nonsense? I have absolutely no idea what to say to him!

The air shifted suddenly in the library, blowing out the candles, which could not be blown out by any natural wind. In the darkness he felt a presence collecting itself. Deep in the dungeons of the basement, Strangefate thought he could hear Caduceus screaming louder than he ever had before.

LUCIFER: Well, Well, Well… If it isn't Hell's very own Buttmonkey.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Up yours, Lucy.

LUCIFER: And you've brought a guest to help sully my name, have you? Trying to turn all of your brethren against me? Is that it!?

DR. STRANGEFATE: No, sir, Not at all! I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed—

LUCIFER: Silence!! Your magic is nothing in my realm, Strangefate, I've been keeping an eye on you, and I heard what you had to say about my comics!

DR. STRANGEFATE: I'm sorry, I just thought—

LUCIFER: I don't care what you thought! Clearly you are trying to start some sort of rebellion here! Well I won't have it! Get out of Hell, and take your stupid monkey!

The ground began to shake, the castle lifting itself from the desert floor.

LUCIFER: And once you've left, you'll never come back! Hell's gates are closed to both of you! For eternity!!

The walls vibrated and the castle spun, faster and faster. Lucifer vanished into nothingness, and Strangefate noticed something remarkable. He smelled ocean air. He heard birds in the distance.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Did we make it?

DR. STRANGEFATE: That was almost stupidly easy… Come now, demon. We have work to do…

Hellsbuttmonkey looked out the window onto a Caribbean coastline. Never in his centuries of existence had he seen such vibrant colors… Such life. As he backed away from the wall, he turned inward, still mystified at the new possibilities his life now contained.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Sure… Sure thing, boss.

He followed the doctor out of the library, and into a brand new world.



EPILOGUE

A tall man with short dark hair wandered past long and winding bookcases towards a back room, a secret room. The treasures of his library, stolen arcane texts from the world's most powerful magician. This world's, anyways… He hung his black cloak on the wall and ran his fingers along the bindings of dozens upon dozens of ancient tomes containing secret knowledge. Each book in Strangefate's library had been unique. He had long since hunted down and destroyed other copies, ensuring that no young man or woman could study towards becoming his equal. No man on this world could ever be his equal. One would have to show himself in from elsewhere.

The man pulled one of the texts off the shelf and walked to a large, comfortable sitting chair, flipping to a yellowed page depicting a large indestructible snake-like creature, coiled around the top of a mountain. The language wasn't English, but the word was the same. Doomwurm.

A Voice Says: What is the Good Doctor doing up so late?

He Replies: It wasn't enough. We should have taken him out of the picture when The Emperor first came to this Earth. Our work here is important, Skott, and my double has the power to destroy everything we have worked for. Why doesn't the council understand?

SKOTT-KUN: You need sleep. You have an appointment with the Emperor first thing tomorrow morning. Stop worrying about Dr. Strangefate…

Skott wrapped his arms around the neck of Dr. Doomsday, and rested his head upon his shoulder. Doomsday was silent, deep in thought.

SKOTT-KUN: Houdenmeyer says my double's a girl. Said something crazy about wanting to do a few experiments on her. Really creeped me out. Why do they even let him up here anymore?

DR. DOOMSDAY: He serves a purpose, like the rest of us. It isn't our place to question the Emperor.

SKOTT-KUN: Well, I'm going to sleep. You coming?

DR. DOOMSDAY: In a moment.

He watched Skott leave the library, and pondered their futures. He loved Skott dearly, that was certain. It grounded him and gave him power, love being the cornerstone of the white magicks to which he was bound. Skott was strong, his powers were growing day by day in the training barracks of 616 Central. But they were nothing compared to his own, and even he couldn't defeat his dark duplicate one on one under current circumstances. What would be the cost of battling Dr. Strangefate?

He wondered. And in the dark, he waited.

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 75 (The Divine Comedy Part Two: Purgatorio)

Milwaukee, WI – Out in the Suburbs

Our story begins in a quiet house in suburban Milwaukee. The house was small, painted white with a red brick chimney. It was pleasant and sunny looking. The sort of place you'd want to grow old in. The neighbors smiled and waved as they walked by. Spring made these walks pleasant, and you could see Lake Michigan when you made your way across the bridge at the end of the small lane.

A Lincoln Town Car pulled into the driveway of the little house and a tall man with jet black hair stepped out into the morning air. He lit a cigarette and paused to look down the road. A Frisbee came out of the field next door and he plucked it from its trajectory.

A young boy ran out and paused before approaching the man. There was something in the man's smile that made his skin curl. The man handed the boy his Frisbee and ruffled his brown hair, a sensation that filled the child with sudden terror.

He took his toy and ran back towards his house. The man's smile would come to him in nightmares for years to come. There was something inhuman and terrible about it he could not shake.

The man chuckled to himself a moment, and walked through his front door, dropping the cigarette on the asphalt driveway. The façade dissipated around him to reveal a pair of fluffy white angel wings.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Honey, I'm home!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I'll alert the media…

DR.STRANGEFATE: What's your progress?

The demon chimp was situated at a large computer with many windows open to numerous internet message boards and community websites. There were a few windows open of a less savory nature, but what can you expect from a demon?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: There's a kid in Toronto who's setting off all the right signals.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Excellent. Why don't we see how things are going downstairs?

They walked through the cozy home. The walls were crammed with strange artwork and artifacts while books lay around the floor, as if the house had once somehow been larger and able to accommodate these features.

The stairs towards the basement lasted longer than it should have, and gave way to an immense ballroom that had no right to be sitting under such a small home. The Angel, Caduceus had been lain on top of a large, sturdy table, still tethered to the cross he had worn these last few years. Tubes carrying golden blood made their way from his body and into the various portraits that covered the walls. Occasionally the Angel would moan.

Shade carried an empty bucket to a small cage at the edge of the ballroom in which a dirty, crusty Goodwill had remained unconscious for the last several days. Strangefate smiled, gleefully.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Soon enough my army will have the strength to take on the forces of Heaven, that day draws nearer and nearer still. I think it's time to collect our guardian, and my lieutenants.

He signaled Shade to his side.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Shade. I want you to hunt down Ultimate Quicksilver. Bring him here immediately. Hell's Buttmonkey, I want you to find the man named Ourchair. I'll take care of this young man in Toronto.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Using magic will alert your counterpart to your presence here…

DR.STRANGEFATE: That is precisely what I am counting on.

Shade vanished into the walls, and the demon in a puff of smoke. The Good Doctor thought back to the old magicks, the ones he had studied for years before taking the Angel's blood into his body. He took a deep breath.

DR.STRANGEFATE: TROPELET!!!


616 Central

Dr. Doomsday met with the Emperor every Tuesday and Wednesday for meetings that had always been called strategic, but were generally more concerned with the Emperor's well-being and self-image. Doomsday had studied psychotherapy in his school days, and found use for those skills after joining the Moderating Council of 616 Central. He also knew the simple enchantments to induce a calmness in the mind and soul. White Magic came hand in hand with the psychiatric arts, and he was happy to do what he could to assist his leader. Dr. Doomsday was proud of the work they were doing, bringing order to a chaotic world.

He exited the throne room and ran into his fellow moderator, Ice, the second in command in their great mission. He nodded at his colleague in recognition, a slight bow. He had been meaning to confront Ice after that morning's council session.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Are you feeling well, Ice?

ICE: Why do you ask, Doomsday?

DR.DOOMSDAY: You've seemed a bit off since our arrival here

ICE: I'm… I'm doing fine. We've suffered great losses to achieve our goals.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I didn't mean to sound accusatory. I just want to offer my services should you ever need to talk.

Doomsday lied then. He had been in suspicion of Ice for months. His very personality seemed to have shifted in the wake of the Red Star War, false hardness having taken him entirely.

ICE: Don't concern yourself with my business. Keep to your own work. Whatever problems I have will work themselves out.

Doomsday began to respond, but clutched to his chest, suddenly and without warning, slowly falling to his knees. As his eyes opened, they glowed a bright green. He forced them shut again with great effort. The pain was over.

Slowly, he rose.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I need to see the Emperor immediately… And call an emergency session of the Moderating council.

ICE: You just spoke with him! What's going on here, Doomsday?

DR.DOOMSDAY: Dr. Strangefate has returned.

Cover by Dr.Strangefate. Captain Planet stolen from Here.

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Purgatorio
Volume 10, Issue 75,
By Dr.Strangefate
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ACT ONE


Strangefate's Cottage

Goodwill listened to the Doctor and his cohorts as they made their plans. The past few weeks he had waited for an empty house. He suspected that Strangefate's magicks would be at their weakest in his absence. The house had changed in the jump from hell. The towers were gone. He remembered the odd sensation of being carried by shadows down a long staircase into this stuffy ballroom

He had watched as Strangefate brought the Angel into the hall. The being was tremendously beautiful and seemed to glow in spite of the darkness. Goodwill had spent many hours watching it writhe in pain. At times, he spoke to the Angel, but there had never been an answer. Strangefate had wired the Angel into the paintings surrounding the hall, and Goodwill noticed that the men in the paintings, with the pentagrams etched on their naked chests, had begun to sprout wings. Something was happening. Something profane.

CADUCEUS: Help me…

GOODWILL: Who's there?

He had been sure he was alone, but his eyes turned towards the crucified Angel, whose fingers twitched in an attempted wave.

CADUCEUS: We have only minutes to escape…

GOODWILL: What can we do?

CADUCEUS: Listen Carefully.


A Bedroom in Toronto

Parker had situated himself at the computer, and tried to pull up Ultimate Central, but nothing would load. It seemed strange to him that the Emperor would personally disable a comic book message board, of all things, but it was futile to question the New World Order. He spoke to his Irish friend, Rob, through a video conference.

PARKER: It's bizarre that it's gone.

ROB: What's bizarre is that we're living under control of Supervillains! The news is afraid to call them that, but that is exactly what they are! Where are the heroes? Where are the Avatars?

PARKER: We shouldn't be talking about this here.. You know they monitor the internet for things like this.

ROB: I've heard rumors of an Underground… People trying to fight this. Some people say they are what became of the Avatars after the invasion.

PARKER: And what? We should join them?

ROB: That's exactly what we should do, Parker.

PARKER: It's not like we have powers. This is ridiculous!

There was a laugh behind him, a laugh that chilled him to the bone. The screen of the computer flickered and turned black. Parker turned to find himself face to face with a purple-cloaked Angel with Jet-black hair.

DR.STRANGEFATE: So you want powers, do you?

PARKER: Who are you?

DR.STRANGEFATE: They call me the Good Doctor. I help people like you find their potential.

PARKER: Look, man… I don't want your help.

DR.STRANGEFATE: That, my friend, is not entirely up to you, I'm afraid.

With a flick of the Doctor's wrist, chains appeared out of the ether and coiled around the young man like snakes. A moment later, purple-pink energy filled the room, and they were gone. The computer screen flickered back on.

ROB: Parker? You there? Parker? Parker?!


A Bar in Middle America

Ultimate Quicksilver did five shots in half a second. He was fighting against his quickened metabolism, hoping for a moment of intoxication. He had been running for months, searching for clues, for answers. He'd re-explore the Canadian wilderness tomorrow.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: Another five!

BARTENDER: You scare me, man.

As he poured them out, a shape flickered in the Bartender's shadow. One hand pointing back towards the bathroom. Ultimate Quicksilver blinked, rubbed his eyes, and re-examined the floor. The shadow hand gestured only more dramatically.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: Hold onto those a moment…

He wandered hesitantly towards the back. Something insubstantial slipped under the door of the Men's room. Ultimate Quicksilver smiled as he entered.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: He's back, isn't he?

SHADE: yes.

Ultimate Quicksilver felt shadow engulf him for the first time in ages.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: It's about time.


Location Unknown

Ourchair knew he was being followed as he approached the designated meeting place. As they had all practiced, he calmly led his stalker away from the others. By no means could he allow his peers to be revealed. They were Hidden, and needed to be so. He grasped at metal piping with his mind, ready to strike the man behind him. He walked into a dead-end alleyway.

OURCHAIR: Reveal yourself!

With a wave of magnetic energy, he wrapped the stalker in pipes and windowsills ripped from the window around him.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Man, what's your problem. Jesus…

He vomited lava, easily pushing aside the softened metal.

OURCHAIR: What… are you?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: What do I look like, an Emu? I'm a demon. Strangefate sent me.

OURCHAIR: Strangefate has returned?!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: No, I was only joking… Jeeze, nobody takes a demon seriously anymore.

OURCHAIR: Take me to him.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: That was the general idea.

Cold fire surrounded the two, and they were gone.


The Moderating Council of 616 Central

DR.DOOMSDAY: He is a threat to everything we have secured, and everything we have planned over the next few years. Strangefate's power at present rivals that of our Emperor, and if his current plans succeed, he will be unstoppable.

Doomsday stood before the Moderating Council, with an image of Dr. Strangefate, his dark double, projected onto the wall behind him. The room was silent.

ICE: What do you sugg—

HOUDENMEYER: Wait, wait, wait… Doomsday, we all know how you like to stroke your ego, but why the hell should we believe Strangefate is this all powerful being when we know you're nowhere near that power level.

DR.DOOMSDAY: If we were dealing with him in the early stages of our invasion, as I originally suggested to this council, I would have been able to defeat my double without question... But due to certain lapses of judgment, we have waited for Strangefate to increase his power in triplicate. We needed to secure Caduceus, but he slipped through our fingers. He has accessed the Angel's power, not to mention the power of the paradoxical entity known as "Lil Kis".

HOUDENMEYER: Oh please, I don't want to hear any more of this metaphysical bull****.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Why they even let you attend these meeting after your consistent failure as a component to our plans is beyond me.

ICE: Settle down. This isn't going to devolve into a debate on whether magic does or does not exist. I'd like to mention that the Emperor believes in the abilities of both our Doctor and his duplicate.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Thank you.

LUNAR LORD: But Houdenmeyer brings up a good point. Why can't you get to the same power level as your double… At some base level, you're the same person.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I am a disciple of Order. White magic… I follow the rules of magic, Strangefate breaks them. Chaos is dangerous in magic, and it takes extraordinary ego to let yourself do that much damage to your soul. Strangefate wants immortality in this life. I want Immortality in the next. In most cases we wouldn't even be equals, the powers of the White are much more powerful than the black. Angelic power, however, is unspeakable. And this "Kis" being gave him reality warping powers. Even if my magic beats his, he could still easily destroy my body.

ICE: You make it sound like its hopeless.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I have a plan that would effectively disable him, not just displace him as we did last time.

ICE: What do you need?

DR.DOOMSDAY: Full access to our resources. And I will require one of Houdenmeyer's transdimensional gates.

HOUDENMEYER: Absolutely not.

ICE: Overruled.

DR.DOOMSDAY: We should also ready the foot-soldiers. I sincerely doubt Strangefate will be waging his war on his own. He has past associates within this group of unaccounted super-humans who have been causing so much trouble for us. We cannot allow ourselves to underestimate Dr. Strangefate.

ICE: Well, I think our course is clear. Any questions?

HOUDENMEYER: I Just—

ICE: Meeting adjourned.

Houdenmeyer stormed out of the room, muttering profanities at Dr. Doomsday. The others followed quietly, leaving the Doctor alone, staring at the projection on the wall. There was a blinking, popping noise, and her knew he was no longer alone.

DR.DOOMSDAY: You shouldn't be in here, Skott. Top ranking persons only.

SKOTT: I was waiting outside, but somebody wanted to sulk in here a while, so I figured I'd come stop you.

DR.DOOMSDAY: How considerate.

Skott placed his hands on Doomsday's shoulders, massaging them gently.

SKOTT: You'll stop him. I know you can do it.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I wish I had your confidence…


Strangefate's Cottage

The bars of Goodwill's cell became more insubstantial as the Angel sang, just as he said they would. Pushing against them with all his bodyweight it didn't take long for him to make his way through.

GOODWILL: I'm out!

CADUCEUS: I need you to pull these stakes out of my hands and feet…

Goodwill eyed the staircase, then the Angel on the cross. He knew Strangefate would not be long. Every moment spent trying to save another was a moment wasted. He had spent what must have been years in the custody of the Devil Doctor.

CADUCEUS: If you get out of here on foot, they will catch you in a matter of minutes. If we get out of here together, I can assure they will not follow us. Now, hurry! They'll be back in moments.

With a quick movement of his arm, he knocked the tubes from the Angel's chest. Golden blood ran down its chest and splattered on the ground. It gave off a rosy, pleasant smell that disturbed Goodwill. It took every ounce of strength to remove the stakes, and every slight creak from above sent shivers down his spine. Time was running out.

CADUCEUS: Oh Lord, that feels good…

The angel climbed off the cross and stood on his own for the first time in months. His glow brightened and it seemed to Goodwill that he could hear choirs singing in the distance. The wounds healed almost instantly.

GOODWILL: We need to get out of here.

CADUCEUS: Hold onto me.

Goodwill did as commanded, and felt the angel's wings beat heavily. He expected a crash as they hit the ceiling, but none came. They passed through several feet of cement and found theirselves in a pleasant foyer, face to face with shadow. If one could read Shade's face at that moment, they would have seen panic in the servant's demeanor.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: Is that an angel?!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Don't let it escape!

Jets of fire bellowed from the demon's breath towards the Angel and Goodwill. A blast of golden energy from Caduceus' fist kept the flames at bay. Another knocked open the front door to the house.

GOODWILL: Get us out of here!

The Angel flew out the doorway into open air and sunlight. A lamppost sprang to life in an attempt to tie Caduceus down, but missed entirely. As Caduceus picked up speed, he began to laugh. Goodwill caught on too, nearly crying with joy.

Back in the Cottage, Strangefate emerged in a flash of Purple-Pink energy with a gagged Parker thrashing in his arms. Shade appeared at his side at once to take the boy, and the Good Doctor stood to examine his surroundings.

DR.STRANGEFATE: What did I miss…

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: The ****ing Angel escaped with your little pet nemesis.

Strangefate's eyes flashed red as he scowled out the front door. With a wave of his hand, it shut. Loudly.

OURCHAIR: What's going on here, Sir?

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: Should we go after them?

DR.STRANGEFATE: It's certainly a setback, but nothing insurmountable. I'll explain everything over some dinner.

Shaking the negativity out of his mind, Strangefate smiled an evil smile.

DR.STRANGEFATE: And then I think we have some real work to do.


The Quarters of Dr. Doomsday

Skott-Kun watched Dr. Doomsday pace back and forth through their living area, determined to design the plan that would put an end to his duplicate.

DR.DOOMSDAY: It has to be perfect…

SKOTT: You're worrying yourself to death over this.

DR.DOOMSDAY: If I don't, then it will be my death.

Skott sighed and allowed himself to fall back onto the bed. He didn't like it when the Doctor got like this, caught up in worlds Skott would never truly understand. He didn't understand the difference between the light and dark magicks, it was all the same to him. He just didn't want anybody to get hurt. This instinct, more than anything else, put him on edge against The Emperor's plans. A perfect ordered world sounded great, but there was already so much death, and who knows how many more would die before it was over. And then what? Another world?

DR.DOOMSDAY: He wants to become God… And we need to be there before he can even reach the gates. Before that, though… Hmm…

SKOTT: What is it?

DR.DOOMSDAY: I think its about time I talked strategy with the guy upstairs…

SKOTT: I thought you already had the Emperor's approval.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Heh… I wasn't talking about the Emperor.


An Open Field, Midnight

Dr. Strangefate wore his purple cloak hood up, his wings outstretched reverently as he paced around the stone circle his men had constructed over the last few hours. At the center was a large, flat, circular stone, serving as an altar to their dark cause. On the rock sat a large black cauldron, in which sat Parker, shivering and afraid.

PARKER: What are you doing?! What do you people want from me?!!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: For the moment, mostly, we just want you to shut the **** up.

The demon stuffed a sock in Parkers mouth, mumbling to himself about the cost of dragging elementals into all of this. Ourchair and Quicksilver had little concept of what was going on tonight. They stood in robes matching Strangefate's, waiting solemnly from outside the stone ring.

DR.STRANGEFATE: From the ground beneath me, I call on the powers of EARTH!

The Doctor flung a fistful of dirt at Parker, now crying in the ceremonial cauldron.

DR.STRANGEFATE: From the passion within me, I call on the powers of FIRE!

The Doctor waved his hand, and flames sprouted beneath the cauldron.

DR.STRANGEFATE: From the breaths of every living being, I call on the powers of WIND!

The Doctor flapped his wings, and a gust surrounded Parker, circling around him like a whirlwind.

DR.STRANGEFATE: From the tears of Gaeia, our Mother Earth, I call on the powers of WATER!

With another hand gesture, the cauldron filled with water. It began to boil instantly.

DR.STRANGEFATE: From the breast of the innocent, I call on the powers of HEART!

Without warning, the Good Doctor shoved his hand inexplicably into Parker's chest, a moment later it re-emerged with the young man's still-beating heart. Parker stared at it in horror as his consciousness fled. He dropped it into the boiling water, which began to glow in a number of colors. Orange. Red. White. Blue. Pink. Over and over, in rapid succession.

DR.STRANGEFATE: By these powers combined, I call on the elemental force. I call on PLANET-MAN!

The ground shook, and green light shone brightly across the open field. The cauldron had simply vanished. Where Parker had died, stood a new being. His hair had turned green, his skin turquoise. It was a bizarre sight. The sheer power of it proved too much for him, and Planet-Man fainted on the stone dais.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: What has he done? What just happened?

The Good Doctor laughed and the redness of his eyes seemed to glow bright enough to light the scene in front of them.

DR.STRANGEFATE: I just picked up my ticket to heaven. Now we can begin.




ACT TWO


A Park, Many Miles from Strangefate's Cottage

GOODWILL: I've seen him building the army, but I never expected… He's going to try to take over Heaven? That's insane!

CADUCEUS: It won't be the first time someone's tried, but few have ever reached the sheer power of Strangefate. Without me, I'm not sure how he'll get into heaven…

GOODWILL: I'm still reeling from the fact that you're Caduceus… Who would've thought you were an Angel?

CADUCEUS: Fallen Angel.

GOODWILL: Still!

CADUCEUS: We need to find out what Strangefate is planning. We know the goals, but not the method… He needs to be stopped.

GOODWILL: Well, yes, he does…

CADUCEUS: We've each been in his grasp for too long. You must want to see him fail, crush his dreams once and for all.

GOODWILL: Alright… Alright, already, you've sold me.

CADUCEUS: I can follow his energy trail to his last stop. From there we should be able to figure out where to go next.


Strangefate's Cottage

The Good Doctor led his entourage into the ballroom beneath his humble abode. Golden blood lay in puddles on the floor, and the portraits on the wall who had not yet grown their wings looked sadly down upon the men.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Looks like a solid quarter of them didn't get a chance to finish the transformation.

OURCHAIR: This is incredible… Each of those portraits contains a living being?

DR.STRANGEFATE: They certainly do. My army… My longest and greatest achievement. Virtually every sorcerer and magic user on the planet grace these walls. Some of them I trained myself, others I merely collected. They are essential in the next stage of my plan.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: What is it exactly that you plan to do?

DR.STRANGEFATE: It's quite simple, I plan to become God.

PLANET-MAN: What?!

Planet-man had been moved to Goodwill's cage upon their return to Strangefate's home. He paced within the bars, incredulous to what he was hearing.

PLANET-MAN: That's insane!

DR.STRANGEFATE: Just because a man has a little ambition, he's called insane… Such a strange world it is.

He laughed, still examining the broken tubes and wires that had once hooked up to the Angel Caduceus.

OURCHAIR: I don't mean to subvert your… grand schemes, but now that you're back, why don't you first focus on taking down the Empire.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Politics don't interest me… There are factions within their ranks who will be addressed in the coming days, but once I achieve my goal, The Emperor will mean nothing to me. I will not only crush him under my foot, but send him to the fiery nowhere.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: The Fiery Nowhere's overrated. I'd take the Desert of the Damned, or the Labyrinth of Terror over the Fiery Nowhere any day of the week.

OURCHAIR: Sir, I just think—

DR.STRANGEFATE: You have your own Hidden agendas now, my disciple. Don't think I'm not aware. Keep at it, do what you feel you must. I shall assist the faithful from my new seat of power.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Alright, Doc, but let's be clear here… We're down by ¼ of your army at the moment. Caduceus really ****ed things up.

DR.STRANGEFATE: No, it just leads to the other obvious solution to the problem. We shall hook me up to finish the process.

PLANET-MAN: I think I've gone insane…

DR.STRANGEFATE: Not yet, my friend. Certainly not yet.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: And what do we do about this cross?

Strangefate's eyes burned red.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Chop it up for firewood.

As Shade attached the tubes with Hellsbuttmonkey, Strangefate couldn't help but laugh. He felt it. It was coming. So close now, he could almost feel it.


A Bedroom in Toronto

CADUCEUS: Can you find anything?

The Angel stood with Goodwill in the fairly ordinary bedroom of a college-aged kid. There was nothing to indicate why Strangefate would have come here. Why he would have chosen some random person named Parker.

CADUCEUS: Check the computer.

GOODWILL: Ten steps ahead of you…. It looks like he was talking to someone named Rob. It looks like he's from Dublin.

CADUCEUS: Sounds like a good place to start.


Professor Houdenmeyer's Sub-Base

Hundreds of soldiers poured out of the series of jets landing continuously in Houdenmeyer's backyard. He had initially set off his defense modules to keep the men from entering his compound, but The Emperor must have overridden the codes himself. From one of the planes, following the soldiers, Dr.Doomsday arrived, with Skott-Kun at his side.

Houdenmeyer ran up as if to greet him. His scowl told Doomsday everything he needed to hear.

HOUDENMEYER: I resent you for this, Doomsday. This is my work. My lab. You have no right to be here.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I have every right to be here. This lab belongs to the Empire, and we are fighting to preserve it. Put your petty differences aside, and fall in line.

HOUDENMEYER: Don't you tell me what to do! This is my post!

DR.DOOMSDAY: I have been put in control for the time being. Provisional command of this base until the crisis is over. If you have a problem with that, take it up with the Empire.

HOUDENMEYER: Oh, I certainly will.

The crooked scientist scrambled off to his telecommunications center. Skott winced with exaggeration once he had turned his back. Doomsday stifled a laugh.

SKOTT: He creeps me right the **** out.

DR.DOOMSDAY: You and me both, babe.


Dublin, Ireland

He had been trying to tell Parker. Trying to tell him for months. All those hints at joining the resistance, all those direct mentions of becoming better than who they had ever been before. Rob started training the day the Red Star came. He pushed his mind, He pushed his body, He pushed everything he had within him, and had become something greater. Something more than himself.

He called himself Gothamite.

A scream one rooftop and an alley away from where he was standing. He ran. He jumped. A grappling hook took him all the way to where he needed to go.

MUGGER: What the...

Gothamite slammed his fist into the mugger's face, knocking him over onto his back. He turned to hand the young woman her purse.

WOMAN: Who are you?

GOTHAMITE: I am Gothamite, the Night Spirit of Dublin.

With another shot of his grappling hook, he found himself back on the rooftops. This time he wasn't alone. Rob wasn't excessively religious, but he could not help but sign the cross with an Angel standing just a few feet away from him.

GOODWILL: We're looking for a kid named Parker.

GOTHAMITE: Planet-man? Parker from Canada? What are you looking here for, I talked to him earlier today.

CADUCEUS: What did you call him?

GOTHAMITE: Planet-Man, its his online tag… On Message Boards and whatnot.

CADUCEUS: Of course…

GOODWILL: What is it?

CADUCEUS: Names have power. If you name yourself something artificial, you are choosing the power that comes with that name. Strangefate is going to turn this kid into Planetary Elemental.

GOODWILL: So what?

CADUCEUS: With that, he'll be able to break back into limbo and march into the gates of Heaven. He's going to create a Transdimensional Gate.

GOTHAMITE: Am I getting this straight? Parker's been captured?

CADUCEUS: Yes, and if you'll excuse us, we need to find our own gate before we run out of time.

GOTHAMITE: Take me with you.

Caduceus looked at Goodwill and shrugged, Goodwill looked at Caduceus and shrugged. The Angel wrapped his wings around the three of them. They disappeared with a flash of light.


Strangefate's Cottage

Planet-Man could feel the water moving deep beneath the ballroom in which he was locked. He had begun to realize that he could vaguely control the temperature around him. He wondered how many more tricks he had up his sleeve, and whether he'd get the chance to use them. The future looked increasingly grim, especially as this Dark Angel bestowed his blood to the final paintings.

DR.STRANGEFATE: I had almost forgot what pain felt like

The Doctor winced as the blood pumped out of his body through the various arcane tunnels bestowing his angelic gift to his children, his army. The others were on guard and tense. A weakened Strangefate could do very little to help their cause.

Planet-man saw his chance to act. He pulled up the forces of the earth in a vile rush. Water and rock made for an impressive Golem. The rock-creature made its way towards Strangefate, smashing the hardwood floors beneath it with every step.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Keep it away from me! We can't allow him to stop the blood transfer!

Water was gushing out onto the floor, coming alive at points in an attempt to drown Hellsbuttmonkey and Ourchair. Ultimate Quicksilver ran around the room, creating a whirlwind of water, desperate to save his teammates. Planet-man took control of the whirlwind, turning it inwards on the speedster. The sudden rush of water knocked him unconscious. The Golem continued to advance.

With a wave of Strangefate's hand Five Finished Portraits leapt to life, diving on the Golem, using their magicks to return it to a pile of rubble. Strangefate followed this up with a purple pink blast of energy at Planet-man, knocking him out cold.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: That was close.

The Demon spat dirty water onto the floor, still shaken. Ourchair did his best to resuscitate Ultimate Quicksilver. The former portraits flew in circles around the ceiling, rejoicing in their newfound freedom.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Bind him tighter, I'll weave my spells to keep his powers ineffectual. We can't afford any more mishaps. We have a war to win.


Heaven

The Archangel, Michael looked down upon the real world. Things were happening, and quickly.

MICHAEL: It's really quite amazing. Both sides have pulled together entire leagues of extraordinary gentlemen. Strangefate's array in particular is worrisome. He represents beings from Earth, from Hell, and from Heaven. How can you stop the Man who has everything?

The heavenly creature knew not to expect a reply. The throne was often quiet these days, but he knew that it was watching these men closely. The rumbling voice was a surprise then, adding only gravity and fear to this unusual occasion.

A VOICE OF FIRE: So it begins…

TO BE CONTINUED​

 

[Dr.Strangefate]

Chapter 76 (The Divine Comedy Part Three: Paradiso)

Outside One of Professor Houdenmeyer's Bases

The sun was setting fast as Caduceus, Gothamite, and Goodwill hid in the thick forests surrounding the secret Imperial Base. Goodwill was checking to make sure each of the seven guns he had "borrowed" earlier that day was loaded and accessible. Gothamite paced impatiently in his black leather and Kevlar. Caduceus was standing perfectly still, non-existent gusts of wind blowing his dark hair this way and that.

He thought of the ruby that had once sat on his forehead. He knew that returning it to its place would once again remove his angelic powers. He had carried it since escaping Strangefate's, still mystified at how the dark doctor had removed the gemstone, the mark of God himself. Caduceus knew that he hadn't the power to overcome this Sorceror Supreme, but he could not just sit idly by and wait for the End of Days. God might not have been a fair or just deity, thought Caduceus, but the very idea of Strangefate at the seat of creation made him shiver down to the tips of his wings.

GOODWILL: This is suicide, you know.

CADUCEUS: It very well may be, but the alternatives are so much worse.

GOTHAMITE: When do we strike?

GOODWILL: Maybe once you wisen up and take one or two of these.

Goodwill shook one of the handguns aimlessly in the air.

GOTHAMITE: I don't do guns.

GOODWILL: And I thought WE were suicidal.

CADUCEUS: Silence… It is time.

The guards were changing as they had three hours prior, and three hours before that. The side door closest to the interplanetary gate would be free for the taking for the next minute. Once the guards had rounded the corners, they charged. Goodwill and Gothamite each held firmly onto each of Caduceus' arms, so that they might phase through together. It worked. The three of them had found themselves in an empty corridor. They moved slowly through the halls, each silently hoping they would find little trouble.

CADUCEUS: This is the door. There's something strange about it…

It was sealed with every lock and device imaginable. Caduceus went intangible, and began to push his fingers through the doorway hesitantly.

SPEAKERS: Alert! Alert! Intruders in Corridor X. Proceed with Extreme Caution.

GOODWILL: ****!

GOTHAMITE: Finally… I was starting to worry there wouldn't be a fight.

GOODWILL: God! Why do I surround myself with complete lunatics?!

The hallway filled with guards too quickly to count them. Gothamite instantly dropped a smoke bomb, clouding the hallway as he made his attack. Gunshots went off and Goodwill heard the noise of a rifle butt making contact with a hard helmet, and then a drop to the floor.

GOTHAMITE: Don't just stand there! Fight!

Goodwill closed his eyes and shot blindly into the massing troops moving forward on him. Caduceus knocked one man out with every punch.

DR.DOOMSDAY: EZEERF!

The three of them could no longer move or even breathe. A dark haired figure approached, a cloak trailing from his shoulders. Caduceus' heart broke, Strangefate had beat them there. He had won.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Who are you people? What do you want…

HOUDENMEYER: Don't let them speak, you idiot! Kill them! They're locals, they shouldn't be here!

Doomsday was hardly paying attention. All he could see was the Angel standing in front of him. His eyes glowed bright green. He waved his hand, allowing Caduceus to speak.

CADUCEUS: You aren't Strangefate?

DR.DOOMSDAY: Hah! No. Quite the opposite, actually. Why are you here?

CADUCEUS: I am here to stop Strangefate… We need the gate…

Doomsday thought a moment, and then the three were released from their hold. They stood, looking cautiously at the men holding guns in their faces.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I think we can be of some help to each other.

As they Doctor smiled, his eyes glowed bright green once more.

Cover by Dr.Strangefate

~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
Paradisio
Volume 10, Issue 76,
By Dr.Strangefate
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Strangefate's Cottage

PLANET-MAN: So, where's the bastard and that horrible monkey?

Ourchair and Ultimate Quicksilver sat playing cards on the table that had held the Angel Caduceus, under the lights of the power dampener Strangefate had conjured after his bloodletting. Newly angelic figures were thrusting themselves at their frames, eager to break free and taste this new power. Ominous helmets were scattered across the floor, having been pulled from Strangefate's mind before his most recent excursion. The inhuman manservant Shade held one of the helmets awkwardly in his hands, looking around at the now winged and imposing portraits that hung on the walls around them.

OURCHAIR: They've got a package to pick up.

PLANET-MAN: So he's out ruining lives again.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: Listen, kid, you should be grateful for the power you've just received. You're stronger than you would have ever been without The Good Doctor.

PLANET-MAN: Hey! I didn't ask for this. I was fine being a happy, average, ordinary kid. He didn't have to—

OURCHAIR: Just shut the hell up. We're trying to enjoy ourselves over here. Quick, I'll raise you fifty.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: I'll match that and raise another fifty.

Planet-Man could see Ultimate Quicksilver's hand from where he sat in the cage.

PLANET-MAN: He's bluffing.

Ourchair threw his cards violently down at the table.

OURCHAIR: How do you think the boss would feel about us roughing up this blue little *******?

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: A few bruises couldn't hurt.

OURCHAIR: My friend, a few bruises can hurt ever so much.

They laughed and approached Planet-Man's cage. Ourchair fumbled for the key in his pocket.

PLANET-MAN: Oh, ****.


Limbo

The mechanical gateway hummed loudly all the hundreds of feet back he had left it. Dr.Doomsday levitated, cross-legged, wrapped in his pink-purple glow, meditating in the hopes of contact with the beings he wanted so desperately to protect. He could feel the presence of heaven little more than a sliver of reality away from him. He gathered his energy to send out a message.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Please, Speak to me!

He felt a rumbling in the very firmament of reality. The nothingness in front of him ripped open revealing a pearly gate with stairs leading up to it. On the stairs stood what seemed to be three men. Each man wore human clothes, but had three sets of ethereal wings protruding from their backs.

THE BEARDED ONE: Oh bloody hell, it's the double.

THE BALD ONE: We don't have time for this. Only one gate to heaven may open at a time. We must keep every corner of the silver city fortified at all moments for the impending battle.

THE DARK HAIRED ONE: I'm sorry, you are going to have to leave.

The three Seraphim were imposing and seemed to be generating light from their very essences. The Bearded One had clothed himself in a leather jacket over a Union Jack shirt, and wore strange glasses; one lens rectangular, one circular. The Bald One wore an all white suit over an insanely pink shirt, and large ovular sunglasses. The Dark-Haired One's hair was long and black, and his skin was pale white. From certain angles, Doomsday wasn't certain he had eyes.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Wait! I'm here to help!

THE BEARDED ONE: And how the **** are you going to help us?

DR.DOOMSDAY: I know the same magick that keeps me from seeing what he is doing is blocking your vision. I've come into some information you need. He has used Angelic Blood to build an army of Angels that rivals your own!

THE DARK-HAIRED ONE: And how did you learn this?

DR.DOOMSDAY: The Angel Caduceus has come to help stop my double.

THE BALD ONE: His true name is not Caduceus. And he is an Angel no longer.

DR.DOOMSDAY: The information is good, I swear to that. And with the power of Lil Kis, Strangefate has the upper hand! You NEED our help!

THE BEARDED ONE: Do not presume to know what we need, human.

THE DARK-HAIRED ONE: The man, Doomsday makes a fair point. And I believe he has a plan…

DR.DOOMSDAY: I do. You yourself said there can only be one entrance to your city, why not establish it here? If you don't do this you risk Strangefate on every side. This way we can all make a stand here, together. Force Strangefate to come to us rather than waiting blindly for his attack. If you build a massive plain here, I can start sending in my troops immediately.

Suddenly a trumpet blared from behind the gate behind the Angels. They nodded silently, hearing things no other creature could possibly comprehend.

THE BALD ONE: He has spoken. We shall do it your way.


Just Outside Earth's Atmosphere

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: He's dead.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Bass-Lak-Tus is a being of infinite power and energy. He cannot die… He has simply been disabled, turned off, if you will.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Well, I don't see any reset button…

The Angelic Doctor Strangefate stood on the chest of the enormous dormant body of the being known as Bass-Lak-Tus, as it orbited the planet gently and silently. The Good Doctor was scowling. They had been up there for hours.

DR.STRANGEFATE: I don't understand… I can sense the power within him.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Maybe it's too little power to run such a big body??

DR.STRANGEFATE: That's ridiculous, and a overly simplistic approach to an extremely complex problem.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Hey, I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas.

Strangefate sighed.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Well, its not like I'd be able to deal with a hundred foot tall demigod in the first place. KNIRHS OT EZIS FO NAM!

The being Bass-Lak-Tus shrank to the point where he was even a bit shorter than the Good Doctor himself.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Now, wake up!

He placed his energy charged hands onto the chest of the formerly all-powerful being, and let it shoot directly into its body. There was no change. Bass-Lak-Tus was still, lifeless.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Well, so much for that…

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Wait, look!

The man sized god was yawning. It stretched its arms out and shook its head awake.

BASS-LAK-TUS: Man, do you have a Snickers bar? I am hell of craving a Snickers…


Houdenmeyer's Base

Skott-Kun walked through the barracks, eying each of the guards, happy in the knowledge that they couldn't say anything terrible to him now that he was with Dr.Doomsday. He had joined the Empire back in its early days on their home world as a tracker for the advancing army as they moved from the Americas into Europe and beyond. The Emperor had recruited his brother, the almost universally reviled Lord JTG, as his Deputy General in charge of America, and now the entire world. Things were better here.

He hadn't known anybody really on the old world, not until Dr. Doomsday agreed to join their cause. Skott had liked him instantly, and the way he had punished the foot soldiers who had once coughed "***got" at him under their breaths. Once he had been their peer, a simple teleporter within their ranks, now he was a member of the ruling class. An untouchable. He couldn't deny there was a simple pleasure to be had in that kind of power.

As he was so deep in thought walking through the barracks, Skott was taken aback by an accidental bump into Gothamite. He fell to the floor with a loud thump.

GOTHAMITE: Um… Sorry.

SKOTT-KUN: It's alright, cutie… you gonna help me up?

GOTHAMITE: Oh! Sorry, sure.

Skott made him work at getting him off the floor. The kid in the mask looked cute, as far as he could see anyways. Irish accent, too. That was a plus.

SKOTT-KUN: You got a name under all that leather?

GOTHAMITE: I'm the Gothamite.

SKOTT-KUN: Let's try again.

GOTHAMITE: Oh… My name is Rob.

SKOTT-KUN: Nice to meet you, Rob. My name is Skott.

GOTHAMITE: It's nice to meet you too.

There was an awkward pause. Gothamite blushed nervously. Skott smiled, amused at the boy's embarrassment.

SKOTT-KUN: I'll see you around, kiddo. I've got places to be!

GOTHAMITE: Um… See you!

Gothamite watched Skott make his way out of the barracks before turning to Goodwill, who had been reading a magazine. He was still confused.

GOTHAMITE: Man, I think that pink guy was hitting on me!

GOODWILL: No ****, Sherlock.

As Skott walked back into the corridor he thought of Doomsday, and reminded himself he was in a committed relationship. On the other hand, he thought, doesn't mean I can't look, now, does it?


Elsewhere in the Compound

DR.DOOMSDAY: You should see the battleground, Caduceus, it is perhaps the most beautiful place I have ever laid my eyes on. The grass is shining silver with golden lakes under a lavender sky… Takes my breath away just thinking about it.

CADUCEUS: It's been a while since I've been home, but that's been the preferred aesthetic for the past few centuries. I for one preferred the ivory parks they had before then…

DR.DOOMSDAY: The very concept of a changing heaven is fascinating. I had always imagined heaven to be a static place.

CADUCEUS: Angels are beings of pure creativity, it is the very nature of creativity to be constantly in flux. That's why we love you people so much. We've had a hand in the evolution of every major art form. I suspect, based on what you've told me, that comics are in vogue now. It makes sense. At the advent of the true Superhero, comics are suddenly important… but I've been out of the loop for a generation.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Can I ask you why you left?

CADUCEUS: I was banished in the early 1940s… I had seen the Almighty turn his eyes away from tragedies in the past, but the Holocaust was something much more organized… Much crueler. I confronted him. Told him to intervene, but he insisted that you folks would work it all out yourselves. I fought harder, and I was thrown from heaven, my powers suppressed by this little power-stone.

Caduceus pulled the ruby from his pocket, handing it to Doomsday.

DR.DOOMSDAY: This is immensely powerful.

CADUCEUS: I thought the magick was more powerful than anything… Then Strangefate managed to pluck it out as if it were nothing but a sliver. That's when I remembered who I was, why I had fallen… I don't like the thought of fighting for Heaven again, but the alternatives are so much worse.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I can certainly relate to that… It took a long time to convince me to work for the Emperor. I hated his wars on my homeworld, entire cities were burned for weeks. I fought against him for years. What finally turned me was seeing how he handled Africa. It took just a week to depose the corrupt leaders and bring the others in line. Then he used his team of superhumans and built the entire continent an infrastructure. Roads, Police Stations, plumbing, modern houses with modern amenities… The compounds in the Emperor's veins solved the AIDS crisis overnight. Through his telepaths he taught everyone on the continent English, Spanish, and Japanese. From a third world cesspit to a first world society, and all in less than a month. It was remarkable… I offered my help in the final stages of the Empire's expansion in our world, and joined the Moderating Council for the Invasion of this Earth.

CADUCEUS: So why hasn't any of that started here?

DR.DOOMSDAY: Many of us died fighting against the Avatars… That set us back. And he has been hesitant about calling in too many of the superhumans from our world, in the fear of a true uprising. But I'll admit, I've been very frustrated at how little we've done here so far.

HOUDENMEYER: Is that treason I hear, Doomsday?

DR.DOOMSDAY: The Emperor is very much aware of my frustration. What are you working on?

HOUDENMEYER: It's that damned robot from the old Ultimate Central mansion. I've had to load it with viruses to try to eat away at the old programming…

DR.DOOMSDAY: So Project: Mavericker isn't turning out so well?

HOUDENMEYER: Artificial Intelligence is a myth! I refuse to believe this hunk of metal used to be sentient. The closest I can get is this semi-conscious virus with a penchant for religious extremism. Here… See what happens when I turn it on.

Professor Houdenmeyer flipped a switch at the back of the robot's head… The lights behind its triangular eyes turned on. Slowly, with audible whirring, the robot sat forward and looked at both men and the Angel in turn. It focused back on Doomsday, the light behind its eyes turning red.

MAVERICKER: Leviticus, Chapter 18, Verse 22… Thou shalt not lie with mankind—

Houdenmeyer turned the robot back off, ignoring the disturbed look on Doomsday's face.

HOUDENMEYER: And sometimes it gives me inane ideas for new superhumans based on the wikipedia entries on various animals. It is infuriating! No more intelligent than a google bar giving you search suggestions!

CADUCEUS: If I may… I think I see the problem. There's nothing artificial about this being's core intelligence. There's a human soul in there…

Caduceus leaned forward and kissed the robot on the forehead.

CADUCEUS: Turn it on again.

Houdenmeyer flipped the switch. The eyes only lit up partially, giving the image of a half-sleeping man.

ULTXON: Man… How long was I out for? Wait, who are you guys?!

HOUDENMEYER: Incredible… Name your program, Robot!

ULTXON: Um… My name is Ultxon.

Houdenmeyer turned the robot back off before it could say anything else.

HOUDENMEYER: I will have to investigate this further. You two! Out of my lab!

He slammed the door behind them.

CADUCEUS: Someone's a grouchy bastard…

DR.DOOMSDAY: Tell me about it… Heh. Speaking of little bastards, did you tell me earlier this Goodwill fellow has power over Dragons?


Dr. Strangefate's Backyard

BASS-LAK-TUS: So if I sit in this chair, you will get me my Snickers?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: For the hundred-thousandth time, yes!

BASS-LAK-TUS: Could I also please have a cherry cola and some cheesey Doritos! Oh lordy, I am hungry.

OURCHAIR: If you listen to the monkey, you can have whatever you want.

BASS-LAK-TUS: Oh goody! You little humans amuse me so very much. And you! A talking monkey! How very clever.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Well, this clever little monkey is going to **** on your candy bars if a certain transdimensional cosmic deity doesn't SHUT THE **** UP!

Bass-Lak-Tus sat, dejected in the stone chair behind Strangefate's suburban home. Metal straps bound him in place according to Ourchair's will. Bass-Lak-Tus seemed unaware of them and began humming to himself as he tapped a rhythm on his armrests. Soon afterwards, Strangefate appeared with Ultimate Quicksilver, and the bound and gagged body of Planet-Man dangling between them. Shade followed the men closely. They sat him in another stone chair, a good hundred and fifty feet away from Bass-Lak-Tus.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Quickly! We must create a circle of ash around each of them before Planet-man wakes up and unleashes his powers upon us.

Storm clouds gathered overhead.


Limbo

The Imperial foot soldiers had started moving out three hours prior. Near the Heavenly Gates a lonely tower had been constructed from Ivory at the request of Dr.Doomsday. The Dark Doctor looked over the battlefield and smiled.

BLINK

SKOTT: Hey stranger.

DR.DOOMSDAY: What are you doing here??

SKOTT: I wanted to be with you…

Skott tried to wrap his arms around Doomsday, but he was simply pushed away.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I told you to wait at the base.

SKOTT: I wanted to be here with you…

DR.DOOMSDAY: Things are going to get dangerous soon!

SKOTT: I can take care of myself! I've been fighting in wars since I was sixteen years old!

DR.DOOMSDAY: Not wars like this! Nothing Like this! Jesus… you've never been like this with me before… What has gotten into you?!

SKOTT: Maybe I'm just afraid to see you die. Maybe I hate the idea that I might never see you again.

There was silence then.

SKOTT: I'll always love you, you know that, right?

DR.DOOMSDAY: Skott…

BLINK

Doomsday turned his back on the troops below him, collapsing against the wall of the tower's balcony.

DR.DOOMSDAY: *******it…


Dr. Strangefate's Cottage

Hellsbuttmonkey and Shade had been left to guard the two powerful beings sitting in the backyard while Strangefate called his troops together. Ourchair and Ultimate Quicksilver had been told why they were needed, and they followed The Good Doctor back down the stairs into the portrait gallery. The inhabitants of the hundreds of paintings that adorned every wall around them were rowdier than ever. They craved to use their newly gifted powers.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Gentlemen, are you ready?

They both answered in the affirmative.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Then let's get this party started.

Strangefate stretched out both his arms and his wings, energy gathering to him from the ether.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Men behind the masterpieces! I relieve you!

Hundreds of winged men were hurled from every corner of the room, landing in uncomfortable heaps as they tried to remember how to move their muscles. The room seemed bigger than it ever had before Ourchair could have sworn there couldn't be more than two-hundred paintings, but it seemed now upwards of two-thousand… The portraits had been left blank, the room having transformed into a surrealist's wet dream. The tallest and strongest built of the men flapped his wings, departing the writhing mass of flesh and feathers.

ADONIS: You expect us to serve you after you used us and threw us away?

Another Angel took to the air.

NATHANIEL: We loved you!

And another.

MARCUS: And you betrayed us!

ADONIS: You shouldn't have given us this power, James. You'll never defeat all of us together.

The Good Doctor's eyes turned solid, luminescent red, seemingly drawing power away from the lamps above them. Nothing in the room was brighter, save the pink-purple energy surging from his fingertips.

DR.STRANGEFATE: MY NAME IS DOCTOR STRANGEFATE!!!

He blasted Adonis out of the air, the other Angels stared horrified at his now-headless corpse. The Good Doctor pulled himself back together, relishing the fear he inspired in his army.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Now would be the appropriate time to strike.

Ourchair lifted a dozen helmets from the floor with his magnetic prowess, locking them on a dozen heads in mere moments before repeating the process all over again. Ultimate Quicksilver took them one by one. They had finished within a minute. Strangefate laughed as the Angels took to their feet, standing in perfect lines, ready for war. He handed his lieutenants two helmets, each marked with a glowing purple Ankh, his symbol.

DR.STRANGEFATE: In the battle to come, these helmets will give you each the ability to control half my army. It might sound difficult, but the helmet will expand your mind as necessary. You shall adorn them shortly.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: Excellent

OURCHAIR: Now what are we going to do?

DR.STRANGEFATE: The same thing we do every night, Pinky, try to kill God and recreate the universe in my image.

The Good Doctor laughed as they marched back up towards the backyard. The time had come. The trumpets of war had sounded. It was time to march.


Limbo

The troops were growing anxious. Every step they took on the silver grass felt like a heresy. They looked uneasily over the Pearly Gates and at the beings that flew above them. It seemed as though it was getting darker, and they were told this simply meant the battle was approaching. It made no sense to them but who were they to judge. The darker it got above, the clearer it became that the land and the gates were giving off their own eerie light.

FOOT SOLDIER 21: So, do you think that's really heaven?

FOOT SOLDIER 24: I don't know, maybe?

FOOT SOLDIER 21: Now that it's getting dark, you can finally see them guarding the gates… Like some kind of night watchmen. They don't even seem to care about what happens out here.

FOOT SOLDIER 24: I'm sure they care.

FOOT SOLDIER 21: So does this mean there is a God?

FOOT SOLDIER 24: I don't know.

FOOT SOLDIER 21: But then who's watching these watchmen?

There was a pensive silence. 24 weighed carefully what he ought to say next.

FOOT SOLDIER 24: Dude, I don't even read comics, and I know how lame that was.


Heaven

The Throne Room was almost purely white light. The Lord of Creation stroked his ragged beard, careful not to let it catch on one of his elaborate rings. He could see everything, and watched intently. He might have smiled then, or he might not have. It depends what you choose to believe.


Strangefate's Cottage

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: It's about time you got back up here. The long haired idiot god started speaking in a language that made me vomit chocolate! I didn't even know that was possible!

OURCHAIR: It shouldn't be…

DR.STRANGEFATE: Silence. Quicksilver, hand me my knife.

In a split second the knife was in Strangefate's hand. He approached Bass-Lak-Tus and he made a clean slice down his chest. Alien blood drenched his shirt.

BASS-LAK-TUS: Hehe… Tickles.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Lords of the Cosmos, I have taken one of your own! Grant me passage!

Thunder rumbled above. Strangefate walked to Planet-Man, gagged and crying, and made an identical slice down his chest, revealing thick red blood.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Lords of the Earth, I have taken one of your own! Grant me passage!

More thunder. Strangefate walked halfway back then shouted at the Thunder clouds above him.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Lords of Limbo, I abide your rules and honor your traditions! You WILL grant me passage!

Twin lightning bolts struck Planet-Man and Bass-Lak-Tus respectively, sending them into panicked fits of agony. Purple bolts shot from Bass-Lak-Tus, and green bolts from Planet-man. Suddenly, opposing beams met, creating a small window into nothingness. The window acted as a magnet, drawing more and more energy from the elemental forces, growing larger and larger. All the men cowered, Shade going so far as to retreat into the shadows of the forest behind the home. Only Strangefate stood his ground.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Monkey! Shade! Stay with them! In the unlikely event of my failure, I need this door open. Don't you dare let anything happen to them.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Sure thing, boss.

SHADE: we will not fail you, master.

The land around the cottage twisted and turned at Strangefate's command, forcing Hell's Buttmonkey to leap out of its way. The house suddenly jerked upwards hundreds of feet skyward, revealing an inverted castle, the original castle he had disguised all those long months ago. It was a strange sight to see, an adorable cottage on a patch of grass and soil, topping an upside-down castle straight out of a fairy tale. The castle moved forward, passing through the portal and straight back to the limbo it hadn't seen since its encounter with the Doomwurm.

A young boy watched it go, disappearing into the giant portal in space and time, his mouth gaping wide open. After it had fully vanished all the boy could see were two brightly covered men shooting colored lightning into the portal, something strange moving in and out of shadows, and a little red monkey with a pitchfork. He waved at the monkey. The monkey pointed his pitchfork at the boy and waved back pleasantly. The boy had barely begun to smile back as he noticed the smell of burning flesh. Then he began to scream.

Hell's Buttmonkey wondered whether the neighbors had any good books for him to read as he guarded the elemental beings. He decided to wander in and see. As he walked he accidentally knocked some of the ash free from its circle around Planet-Man.


Limbo

The castle was coming. They could see it advancing slowly in the distance. Caduceus landed on top of Doomsday's ivory tower.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Is Goodwill…

CADUCEUS: Everything is ready.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Should we not live to see tomorrow, I am glad to have met you, my friend.

Caduceus patted the Doctor on the back and was struck, not for the first time, how the same basic mold of a person could turn out so differently just one world away.

CADUCEUS: I am glad to have met you as well.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Come on, come on, Mirror-Brother. Let's finish this once and for all…


Houdenmeyer's Base

Skott found himself wandering once again through the now empty compound. He had seen Houdenmeyer gather his most important equipment into a truck and driven off with it all. He had even offered Skott a ride, which had surprised Skott, as the Professor was not a kind man, and rarely thought of anyone save himself.

He thought of his love, the Good Doctor Doomsday, one of the Empire's greatest and most powerful enemies before he fell for the cause. Skott was glad he had come over, but the very things that had convinced him of the Emperor's altruism had merely shown Skott his overwhelming need for total control. Where would it end? Were they really stopping Strangefate because it was the right thing to do, or could the Emperor simply be incapable of dealing with another man finding himself with more power than himself? These questions scared Skott, but he didn't want to stir things up. Certainly, he could take a stronger role within the Empire, his experience on the ground in the old world had brought up to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. But to be in a position to contradict authority would mean he would speak up if he disagreed, and men who came against the establishment would be discarded, and quickly. Would Dr. Doomsday stand up for him then? Would he even still be around to stand up for him.

SKOTT: I wonder if the battle's started…

GOTHAMITE: It'll be soon now.

Skott jumped. He had thought himself to be entirely alone in the compound. Clearly, this was not the case.

SKOTT: Jesus… I thought I was alone in here.

GOTHAMITE: I refused to take a weapon, and so they left me here. And somewhere out there, my friend is in danger, possibly even dying. And I'm powerless to help.

An awkward silence.

SKOTT: I wish I knew what to tell you.

GOTHAMITE: I know… It's just, I'm distracted, alright?

SKOTT: Yeah…

Another awkward silence.

GOTHAMITE: So, you're one of the Imperial drones, now, aren't you?

SKOTT: I am in the service of the Emperor, yes. I wouldn't call myself a drone.

GOTHAMITE: Sorry… I'm just not a big fan of dictators.

SKOTT: To be fair, neither am I, and I think I'm going to leave it at that…

A voice came from the corner. It sounded like a distorted

ULTXON: Dictators? What is going on here?

The robot stood, motors whirring quietly from within his titanium shell.

ULTXON: First I come to and there's some weird-*** scientist hovering over me, and now there's a dictator? How long have I been out? What's happened to this world

SKOTT: Who are you?

GOTHAMITE: What are you?

ULTXON: I'm one of the Avatars… My name's Ultxon… What's going on.

Skott looked at Gothamite and shrugged with a half-smile.

GOTHAMITE: Here, I'll tell you.


Limbo

The Battle had begun in earnest. Ourchair and Ultimate Quicksilver were sitting on the back porch of Strangefate's cottage, wearing their helmets as they sipped on mimosas, watching the damage they were doing from afar. Angelic soldiers dropped on Doomsday's men, killing them en masse. The shining fields were already drenched with blood.

A fleet of helmeted Angels flew low, beams of magic decapitating several soldiers out of the fleet near the castle's base.

FOOT SOLDIER 21: Oh Jesus!

FOOT SOLDIER 24: **** this man! I can see the gateway! Let's run for it!

As the cowards fled the battlefield, the true army of heaven flew forward, clashing against the atrocities that bore their form. The Archangel Michael, still wearing his bearded form, pointed his fiery sword towards the oncoming hordes and shouted in the glee of battle.

The Good Doctor Strangefate hovered in the air, high above the battle, taking in everything. He saw the true angels clashing with his own men, and smiled. The Doctor had planned things well, and he knew what must happen next. His heightened eyesight sought a man very much like himself, leading the other side of the battle. When he saw Dr.Doomsday, he was taken aback, as one might expect a man to be when he sees himself. The similarities would have been remarkable, had Strangefate not taken the blood of the Angel Caduceus. Still, the man standing before him was the very image he still expected to see when he looked in the mirror. Nonetheless, he dove at him, hands charged with purple-pink energy.

CADUCEUS: No!

The Angel Caduceus countered The Good Doctor's plummet and the two angelic beings crashed to the ground beneath him.

DR.STRANGEFATE: I would have thought you would have had the sense to keep far away from this battleground. You know that you want change in heaven more than any other being here.

Caduceus struck the Doctor in the face, but it was as if he had only lightly slapped the man. The recovery was instant. He saw Strangefate's eyes pulse bright red.

CADUCEUS: Don't you even dare pretend to be doing this for some benevolent purpose. You only want power!

DR.STRANGEFATE: I cannot lie, it is power I seek…

His hands glowed with energy once more.

DR.STRANGEFATE: And I'll take it as easily as I took your power before…

He placed them on Caduceus' wings.

DR.STRANGEFATE: And as easily as I take them now!

He ripped the wings off messily, golden blood spattering back onto him as the Angel Caduceus screamed in horror. The purple-pink energy of Strangefate's power consumed the wings like a fire, tearing them apart atom by atom, with no hope of regeneration. The fallen Angel wept and held the burning fragments of himself to his chest, despite the immediate scarring.

The Good Doctor kicked him hard in the back and Caduceus stopped moving, letting the blood run down and over him, soaking his still body.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Now, back to the business at hand…


Houdenmeyer's Base

ULTXON: This is all too much to believe.

GOTHAMITE: Tell me about it…

The two men and the robot stood in Houdenmeyer's Laboratory now. They could hear distant chaos through the still-open dimensional gateway.

GOTHAMITE: And now, apparently, my best friend is being used to tear open a hole in time and space, and the process will probably kill him

ULTXON: Hm… Maybe if I hook myself up to the computers here, I'll be able to find it. It has to be a giant spike of energy, and it'll come up on one sensor or another.

SKOTT: Yes! I know we monitor all superhuman activity. Here, let me boot it up.

Skott set up at the keyboards of one of the Supercomputers and entered Doomsday's password. The satellite superhuman energy locator was difficult to find at first, but Skott had long been accustomed to browsing the confidential files of Dr.Doomsday.

GOTHAMITE: So… You and this Doomsday guy…

SKOTT: Yeah. Me and that Doomsday guy.

GOTHAMITE: Right. Gotcha.

SKOTT: Here, it's up. You figure out how to work it.

ULTXON: I'm on it!

Skott leaned back against a wall. Gothamite looked uncomfortable.

SKOTT: You got a problem with me?

GOTHAMITE: No, no! Not at all. I just… I guess I don't really know many gay people.




SKOTT: Heh… The guy decked out in skintight leather doesn't know any homosexuals. That's a laugh.

GOTHAMITE: Hey! This is to make me look intimidating.

SKOTT: You keep telling yourself that, dear.

ULTXON: Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

SKOTT: What about it?

ULTXON: This is definitely the spot…

GOTHAMITE: Now do you think this Mad Scientist has a supersonic jet laying around here?

SKOTT: Hey, kiddos. You're all going to fly first class on Skott Airlines. Grab hold of me.

GOTHAMITE: Wait… What?

SKOTT: I'm a teleporter.

ULTXON: Well, that's certainly convenient.

BLINK


Limbo

Dr.Doomsday saw his double flying at him once more and grinned. Above him, half of Strangefate's army had pushed the Army of Heaven back behind the gates. The other half was busy slaughtering the soldiers on the ground. It was time to bring in the big guns. He pulled out his radio.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Goodwill, are you in position?

GOODWILL: You betcha!

DR.DOOMSDAY: You ready to strike?

GOODWILL: You have no idea how ready I am.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Strike when ready!

Strangefate landed on the edge of the tower.

DR.STRANGEFATE: So, finally, we meet face to face…

DR.DOOMSDAY: I have a feeling you're going to have a problem you'll want to take care of any second now.

There was a roaring in the distance. Strangefate's eyes narrowed.

DR.STRANGEFATE: What is this…

A horde of Dragons appeared from beneath the artificial battlefield. Scores and Scores of them. On the largest and most impressive figure in the lot sat Goodwill, embracing the return of his true power.

DR.STRANGEFATE: ****.

The Good Doctor flew towards the horde, but he wasn't fast enough. Dozens had fallen on his army, and The Heavenly Host pushed forward in unison. Goodwill's Dragon had its target set elsewhere, slightly off the battlefield.

Ourchair and Ultimate Quicksilver barely had time to react. Wearing the helmets they could not see Goodwill's Dragon approaching, nor the first jet of flame that set the cottage behind them ablaze. A second jet caught Ultimate Quicksilver directly in its path.

ULTIMATE QUICKSILVER: ****! ****! I'M BURNING! AAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!

OURCHAIR: No!!!

But it was too late. Ultimate Quicksilver ran screaming off the edge of the castle walls and fell into the abyss screaming. Ourchair knew he had died as he saw half of Strangefate's army fall deathly still to the ground. The Heavenly Host moved in on the rest of the army instantly. With Ourchair's attention focused on staying alive, his fraction of the army fighting clumsily against the increased strength of the opposing might.

GOODWILL: Hey Magnet-boy, remember me?

OURCHAIR: You ****er! You killed my friend.

Ourchair pulled all the metal within his psychic grasp and pulled it towards him as a giant spear, which ripped easily through the scales of Goodwill's dragon and shishkabobbed a dozen more before crashing into the ground. He pulled enough metal back to create a small disc, which he rode towards the nearby enemy gate.

OURCHAIR: I'm sorry, Strangefate, but I think this is my cue to leave!

He pulled the helmet from his head, and the rest of the army fell motionless to the ground. Ourchair ducked into the energy field and made his way out. Goodwill crawled, dazed from the dragon-ka-bob attack, towards the gate himself. He knew he could make it as long as he avoided the one man he hated most of all. Strangefate single-handedly held off hundreds of Angels with his powerful blasts of energy, but he knew there was only one course of action left.

DR.STRANGEFATE: DOOMSDAY!


The Crater of Castle Strangefate

Hellsbuttmonkey was not entirely impressed with the newest issue of Entertainment Weekly. He eyed the two gents still shotting energy into the giant portal in the sky and wondered pretty half-heartedly whether the police would notice something as strange as that. He guessed it was true that nobody really looks up anymore.

He hardly noticed when weeds grew quickly from the ground and wrapped around his legs. When they pulled him from his chair, he started to get angry.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: What the devil…

PLANET-MAN: Take this, you disgusting little creature!

The weeds wrapped around the entirety of his body and began to change. A tree took his place for a moment and started to bloom bright green healthy leaves, but molten lava poured from a hole and the monkey climbed free.

BLINK

PLANET-MAN: Rob?

GOTHAMITE: Parker! Quick, Look out!

Shade emerged from the forest and cast the entire world in shadow. Nobody could see their hands let alone each other. Skott felt something topple him over onto the ground.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Who the hell are you people?!

SKOTT: Get off of me!

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Hey, buddy, I've got my pitchfork right here, and I swear to the unholy beast that I'll gouge your eyes out if you don't give me some answers.

Gothamite pulled a flashlight out of his jacket and shined it the monkey's way. The creature seemed dazed. He knocked it hard with the flashlight.

GOTHAMITE: Quick, Ultxon! Untie them!

Ultxon maneuvered well in the darkness. He quickly untied Bass, and used his conveniently designed legs to bolt over and untie Planet-man. The portal above them closed with an audible pop.

Skott had barely gotten to his feet when the monkey was upon him again. He felt the creatures burning fingers reaching into his eye socket and ripping his left eye out. He began to scream.

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: What did I tell you?

Ultxon turned on the floodlight in his chest and they could all see again. Skott had doubled over, writhing in pain on the ground while the others surrounded the monkey. Planet-man had hatred in his eyes. He raised one hand and storm clouds gathered. A bolt of lightning struck the simian, before water engulfed him, shooting out of the ground like a fire hose. Hellsbuttmonkey hated water. Before he could do anything, another bolt of lightning struck him from the heavens above.

PLANET-MAN: I swear I'll kill you for what you've done…

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Shade! Get me out of here!

Shadow engulfed the monkey, and as the light returned, they could see both of the henchmen were gone.


Limbo

The first blow knocked out four of Dr.Doomsday's teeth. The second broke his ribs.

DR.STRANGEFATE: How can you be so pathetically weak?

DR.DOOMSDAY: How can you be so completely heartless?

Strangefate and Doomsday sparred with beams of energy, their eyes growing red and green, respectively. Strangefate seemed stronger than ever, fueled by his rage. He hit Doomsday again.

DR.STRANGEFATE: I can feel within me your need for the same power I seek! Come with me, let us truly be brothers…

DR.DOOMSDAY: We are NOT brothers, Strangefate! You are the man I would have become if I had no willpower, no sense of right and wrong… You are a devil in man's… Well… An Angel's clothing. We are truly opposites. You sicken me!

DR.STRANGEFATE: I sicken YOU?! You are the one who has clearly never taken the risks you need to take to become great. To become powerful! How could you just sit around with the basic magic of a man, when you know damn well how to become something truly great?!

A final blow from Strangefate knocked his double unconscious. He threw the limp body over his shoulder and marched towards the gates of Heaven.

DR.STRANGEFATE: I think it's about time to take this to the top.

In the shadows lurked the injured Angel Caduceus, who followed these two versions of one man into the very Heaven from which he was banished seventy years ago.


The Crater of Castle Strangefate

Skott held his bleeding, empty eye-socket with one hand and did his best to keep from screaming. His entire world was pain.

SKOTT: I need to go back… You have what you need. I need to get out of here before I pass out completely…

GOTHAMITE: Thank you, for everything.

SKOTT: Don't mention it. If you see that demon monkey, be sure to tell him that I'm going to find him, and when I do I am going to rip him limb from monkey limb.

ULTXON: Wait… What about us?

Skott sighed, woozy from the pain.

SKOTT: If I take you back, you're all going to be enlisted. Stay here. Find "The Project".

PLANET-MAN: What's The Project?

SKOTT: …Jesus, they're gonna kill me for this… Okay. So The Avatars aren't entirely gone, really… They've just changed a bit. The Project is the resistance. I'll… I'll help you find them.

GOTHAMITE: Wait… What?

SKOTT: Not from here… But I'll help you guys.

GOTHAMITE: You could get killed.

SKOTT: Maybe I don't want to live in a world where I can get killed for speaking my mind.

PLANET-MAN: Maybe you shouldn't have helped them take over, then.

SKOTT: Don't be such an ***, I lost an eye to save your blue ***. Look, I can't promise anything, but I've got to get out of here… I think I'm about to--

BLINK

BASS-LAK-TUS: What's going on here? Why don't I have any powers? Blue Human! Tell me what you have done with the mighty strength of the cosmic lord, Bass-Lak-Tus!

PLANET-MAN: Strangefate must have drained it all from you. Guess you're not a cosmic lord anymore!

GOTHAMITE: Now you can be a regular Joe like the rest of us.

BASS-LAK-TUS: I am no Joe! I am Bass-Lak-Tus! I destroy worlds!

ULTXON: Look, guy, I don't think anyone here wants to deal with your bull**** right now.

PLANET-MAN: Seriously.

GOTHAMITE: I guess you're just Bass, now.

BASS: Bass?! You dare call me by a common human name?!

PLANET-MAN: I think it's more of a fish name, than a human name…

BASS: You dare call me by a common fish name?!

ULTXON: Oh, God…


Heaven

The doors to the holiest throne, the very seat of creation glowed purple and pink for the briefest of moments before shooting inward to the infinite room, crashing into nearby black marble pillars that stretched eternally into the cosmic diorama above them. Dr.Strangefate threw the battered limp body of his double onto the ground in front of him.

DR.STRANGEFATE: Not even a variation of myself could defeat me… I have your power, you wretched oaf, and now it's time to hand things over to me.

God stood, then, golden light radiating from his skin. Through his thick and tangled brown beard he muttered to himself in some british dialect before he started laughing. The noise, rather than coming from the figure standing by the throne, seemed to come from everywhere, from Strangefate's very soul.

GOD: You are truly one of the strangest of my children. But you all serve your purpose in the end…

DR.STRANGEFATE: I don't think you understand. It's about time you learned your place beneath the Good Doctor Strangefate!

GOD: No… I think it's about time YOU learned your place.

With a flick of his wrist, Strangefate's wings and golden skin were gone, and he once again bore the pasty flesh of a human being. Another flick and the man was carried high into the cosmos above him. The lord of all creation followed, amused.

GOD: You think you know power?

A miniature Supernova was nearly blinding, but then the universe surrounding them began to move quickly. Suns crashed into suns. Entire Galaxies grew and died. The Universe aged in an instant. And suddenly a light came from the distance. The room shifted and zoomed into the planet Earth. God held it in his hand, and grinned widely at the Good Doctor.

GOD: You are nothing but a fragment of a fragment within the very existence to which I wrote the rules, and you think that picking up a mere aspect of my presence would be enough to prove anything close to a threat? You are truly insane.

DR.STRANGEFATE: But…

GOD: I only let you come so far, because to retrieve that aspect of power myself would be far too bothersome. You were content to come here, to confront me, and now that you're here, I can deal with the matter personally.

The Alpha and The Omega reached into the chest of the great Doctor Strangefate, and pulled out a white, glowing ball of energy. The entity that had called itself Lil Kis was free once again.

GOD: I won't lie to you… I admire your strength, and your thirst for power. You are the first of my creatures in eons that has even dared to cross me. I allowed him his existence too, as pitiful as it may be down in that wretched infernal pit, but I can see you've already crossed the path of the Angel Lucifer… First you will fall as he fell, and it will be terrible indeed. But you have your life ahead of you, not to mention the powerful magic you still carry within you. Consider it a gift.

The Good Doctor tried to move, tried to do anything. He was truly and utterly powerless then. His eyes radiated red power, but it was no more irritating to the Lord as sunbeam on a cloudy day.

GOD: I promise you this, Strangefate, you will never see me again. You shall never set foot in Heaven again, so take it in during these final moments.

DR.STRANGEFATE: This isn't over.

GOD: Oh, I assure you… It is.

A blast of white energy tore a hole through realities and Strangefate fell through it, flailing, with no wings to guide him in these final moments where his lifelong goal had been so thoroughly crushed. He disappeared from sight and the hole healed itself rather nicely. This War on Heaven was over.

CADUCEUS: You are as despicable as ever. All those people out there died because you were to lazy to clean up your own mess.

GOD: My wayward son… It is good to see you alive. I had felt your pain in my heart and merely assumed you to be dead.

CADUCEUS: You just sent one of the most powerful beings in creation back to the one place he can hurt the most innocent people, because you respect him?

GOD: My patience has already worn thin. I trust you are here to reclaim your rightful name and position as the Archangel Raguel.

CADUCEUS: I am Caduceus, and I will never serve you again.

He grabbed the still limp body of Dr.Doomsday and carried it out of the Throne Room, taking a moment to spit his own golden blood on the impeccably cleaned floors. He left, making his way back to the gate, and to the salvation of his friend. God let them go, and gladly. They were both important to what would happen next.

Undisturbed, as if today had been any ordinary day, the Lord of Creation sat in his throne and looked down at his children of the Earth, and smiled. The great drama continued, and though he knew the paths of the great and terrible men beneath him, he longed to see them play their parts.


EPILOGUE


Somewhere

The parking lot was abandoned, save for one pay phone. The master of magnetism sat cautiously aware of the people.

OURCHAIR: I'm telling you, he's out there somewhere, and we're going to need him.

A Hidden voice replied.

VOICE: He's failed once before.

OURCHAIR: This guy just took on God and lived to tell the tale! Even if he only had one-tenth of the power he had before, he'd still be more powerful than any of The Moderators.

VOICE: You say he lived, but how can you know?

OURCHAIR: Just trust me on this one.

VOICE: Very well. Find him, then, and bring him in. We've waited too long already to make a move.

OURCHAIR: I've got my best men on the job.


Somewhere Else

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: I haven't the faintest idea how we're going to find the old bastard.

SHADE: don't you have some sort of magic?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: As far as I can tell, he hasn't used any yet. Once he does, we're set. Until then… What does this Ourchair fella think I'm going to do? Check under every rock I see?

SHADE: what do you suggest?

HELLSBUTTMONKEY: Wanna catch a movie? My treat.

If Shade could have sighed, he would have.

SHADE: i don't see why not…


616 Central

Skott's new eye-patch was a dark green, complimenting the slightly lighter shaded, but still rather dark green suit he had taken to wearing around the headquarters. For the first time, he wore his military metals on his person, and asked the men beneath him to speak to him by his proper ranking, Lt. Colonel of the Collected Imperial Armed Forces. He tried to feel the pride the medals should have elicited within him, but he couldn't shake his doubts.

NURSE: Can I help you with something?

SKOTT: I'm only here to see Dr. Doomsday, he needs to be relieved for the next meeting of the Council.

The nurse tutted Skott as if he had any power over the Doctor's stay in the infirmary. A few moments later Doomsday appeared, walking with a cane, occasionally clutching at his broken ribs. He smiled at Skott from afar and ruffled his hair with his free hand once he got close enough.

SKOTT: They shouldn't be letting you go.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I've set this whole damn thing up, there's no way in hell I'm going to miss this session.

There was a transport waiting outside of the infirmary. A nameless soldier of the empire drove the car through long and winding corridors. Slowly, Dr.Doomsday's hand found Skott's and they exchanged a smile.

DR.DOOMSDAY: How are you?

SKOTT: I've been… Well, I've been better. But I think I'm going to be all right.

DR.DOOMSDAY: Have I told you that you look dashing in your eye-patch.

SKOTT: Heh…

DR.DOOMSDAY: I'm serious. You look like a classy pirate from ye olden days.

SKOTT: You're a cutie.

They kissed, briefly. Skott rested his head on Doomsday's shoulders.

DR.DOOMSDAY: I'm thinking we should take a little vacation soon, someplace warm where we can wind down from all of this. What do you think?

SKOTT: That sounds absolutely wonderful.

FOOT SOLDIER 85: We're here sir.

Doomsday stood uneasily from the cart, steadying himself with the cane by his side.

DR.DOOMSDAY: How do I look?

SKOTT: Handsome as always.

He smiled broadly before placing his hand on the scanner. The doors to the Council Room opened wide, and he stepped in slowly before all of the familiar faces.

ICE: Glad to have you back, Doctor. The Emperor sends you wishes of a speedy recovery. Shall we begin?

DR.DOOMSDAY: Indeed.

The Dark Doctor took his seat at the table, still wary of the process of sitting.

DR.DOOMSDAY: While we certainly took a toll one month ago today, my counterpart, Dr.Strangefate, was successfully prevented from reaching his goals. Having been rather painfully incapacitated in the process, I unfortunately do not have the full story of his defeat. So this seems as good a time as any to formally introduce you all to the newest member of The Moderating Council, The Angel Caduceus.

CADUCEUS: Thank you, Doctor. I left my post in heaven to make this world a better place, and I believe now more than ever that this is the proper arena in which to do that. I pledge allegiance wholeheartedly to The Emperor and to all of you. Now to the matter at hand…

Meanwhile, Skott had situated himself in front of his lover's computer. He quickly downloaded all the information regarding The Project and its location from the database and sent it in an encrypted email to Ultxon, as he had promised. As he hit the send button, he held his breath in fear of the consequences. More than anything he wanted to be sure that when he defected, he knew where to go.

The Project would be waiting for him.


An Internet Café in Chicago, IL

ULTXON: I've got the files…

He unplugged himself from the terminal and looked around.

BASS: Why do these frail humans spend their money to come to a place where they can use a communications device rather than just go outside and speak to one another without paying money?

GOTHAMITE: Will you just shut it already? We're getting enough looks with the Robot in the hooded sweatshirt over here, not to mention a blue guy.

PLANET-MAN: Plus, you're starting to sound like my mom.

ULTXON: Quiet all of you. Let's get back to the hotel… Hopefully this will give us enough to hunt down The Project and join the resistance properly.

They left quickly, doing their best not to draw anyone's attention.

The screen on the computer Ultxon had been used flickered on and off. A blue screen appeared, with white text reading: PROJECT: MAVERICKER INITIATED. NOW ONLINE.


Deep in the Forests of Russia

The crater smoked as it had the day previous, and the day before that. The shape within it shuddered and woke with a start. Every bone in his body seemed to be broken. He could barely move, breathing even seemed a chore. He knew he would not die. He had been given the wretched gift of life, and now he was doomed never to see either Heaven nor Hell again as long as he existed.

Dr.Strangefate remembered what it meant to be weak, what it meant to be human once more, but he further remembered that even at his most human, he had one ability that set him apart from the rest. He screamed as he allowed his flesh to take its form as organic steel. But finally, he found the strength to move. He felt no cold here, and his broken bones conformed to the hard exoskeleton that now held him together.

Charred remains of campers caught within his wake as he plummeted to Earth from the far corners of the cosmos decorated the edge of the crater. He found a dark green picnic blanket and wrapped it around himself.

The Good Doctor Strangefate wandered, broken and lonely, into the landscape around him.



THE END