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TRAPPED IN PURGUTORY
CHAPTER ONE
The city rushed by down below. Looking up you wouldn't be able to tell what was flying over head, especially as it was night time. The city of Metropolis was brightly lit up, but whatever was flying over head was just out of reach of the light.
Below people walked, on their way home from work. One of them was a reporter named Clark Kent. He stood at just over six foot, with short black hair. He pushed his black rimmed glasses back up his nose. He heard something on the wind, a voice.
"Superman help!" it cried. It was a female voice. He slid down an alley and ripped open his shirt, revealing a big yellow 'S'. Soon he had removed his reporter clothes and was soaring high into the sky.
"Superman come quick!" he heard the voice again. But he couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. Suddenly the entire sky was light up brilliantly.
"We have him!" a voice cried happily. Everything went white.
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Frank Castle looked down at the mess he had just caused. "They just don't know when to quit," he mumbled to himself. He re-holstered .45 and left the building. The wind blew his black hair and sent a shiver down his spine. Some thing bad was coming. Just as he was reaching his car a bright light shone over him.
"This is the police, stay right where you are Castle!" someone said through a megaphone. There was a helicopter hovering above him.
"Shit! You bastards don't give up either," Castle yelled and ran back into the house. He slapped in a new clip for his gun.
"How does it feel to be trapped like a rat?"
He spun around and everything went black.
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Gotham always had a high crime rate. Someone other than the police needed to keep the scumbags off the streets. But they considered him to be a menace. That was okay by him, as long as they stayed out of his way and let him get on with what he does best.
Batman looked down at the people walking on the sidewalk, none aware that he was watching them.
"It feels good to know that you can spy on them without them being any wiser doesn't it?"
Batman looked around but could see no-one! Suddenly the shadows came alive and reached out for him.
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Sweat dripped to the floor. It was hot in the cave, but he wasn't going to let that affect him.
"This is as far as you get. There is no-way you will beat me," the evil Mr. De'vil boomed.
"I'm going to avenge all the people you killed! My friends died at your hands and now I'm going to make you pay!" Nigel yelled.
"Bumble was right to pick you, but he hasn't made you any stronger. Now it's time to collect your soul!" Mr. De'vil screamed.
There became a heavy pressure in the air, it felt like the walls were closing in on Nigel.
"What…what are you doing? I can't hardly breath," Nigel gasped as he felt the air leaving his lungs.
"It isn't me! No, this is something else," Mr. De'vil said just before everything else went white.
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David Banner was very busy doing paperwork. No matter what he tried nothing seemed to work. An experiment gone wrong and now he was stuck like this for life. He rubbed his eyes.
For ten hours straight he'd been working and he was very tired. Maybe going home for some sleep would do him some good.
"Not fair is it? You gave yourself this gift and now you want to get rid of it."
"Whose there?" he asked looking around.
"You'll know soon enough," the voice told him.
"I demand that you tell me now!" he said. Being this tired didn't make him in the mood for games. It made him angry. He could feel the change happening. But everything went black before it took hold.
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It wasn't just the good guys that were being kidnapped, it was their nemeses as well.
In space floated a huge ship. It was two thousand foot long and eight hundred foot tall. A force field surrounded it, assuring that no radar could detect it.
Inside one of the ships massive rooms was a huge crowd of bad guys. Tensions mounted as they didn't have a clue as to what was going on.
At the head of the room twenty steps led up to a huge throne like chair on a podium. At the foot of the stairs stood a bald headed man. He wore a white shirt with puffed up sleeves and tight leather trousers. He also wore a dark red cape. His eyes were as black as night and he also had a goatee.
"Greetings fellow warriors. Please do not be alarmed, nothing bad is going to happen. Well not to you anyway," the figure said and laughed as he made his way up the steps.
"What's going on here?" the Joker asked.
When he reached the chair the bald man sat down.
"I am Zorgniff, a universal explorer. I travel time and space looking for entertainment," he told them.
"Kinda like stand up comedy? Or do ya just wanna laugh at some of the more unfortunate?" asked Jigsaw.
"Hm, it seems like not everyone is here. I shall wait for the last of you to arrive before continuing," Zorgniff said.
Suddenly the two huge metal doors at the back of the room were blown high into the air. They hurtled down at the group below, but before they could make impact, Magneto used his power to stop them and put them down to one side.
Everyone looked to see who had caused the doors to come flying off. In the door way stood two tall figures. One was red with goat legs and extremely muscular with two, two foot horns, the other wore a cowl and carried a scythe. A bony hand gripped the wooden shaft. The two figures made their way towards the huge group.
"Nice décor," Death hissed.
"Shut up, you always have to spoil things," the red one snapped. He had a small imp on his right shoulder.
"Yeah shut up!" the imp squeaked.
"You can be quiet too!" The red one looked at the crowd in front of him.
"Who dares summon the mighty Mr. De'vil?" he roared.
"WHO!?" everyone shouted in unison.
"Oh never mind. Why are we here?"
"Join the back of the queue Jack, you're not the only one who wants to know," the Joker told him.
"I can continue now that everyone is finally here," Zorgniff said.
"Told you that you shouldn't have gone to the toilet," the little imp known as Devious whispered.
"I have gathered you all here to exact revenge on your foes. They are in cells at the moment. I have designed rooms in which to watch the ones you hate suffer in ways you'll love," Zorgniff said with a cruel smile.
"Sounds good, but I don't have time for stupid games," a woman with curly blonde hair said.
"Be quiet girly or I'll squash you like a bug," Juggernaut said.
"Careful who you call girly. I happened to be a God and it'll be me who crushes you," she snapped.
"We'll see about that," Sephiroth said and stepped forward, a hand rested on his massive sword.
"Enough! I didn't bring you here to argue and fight amongst yourselves! This will only take as long as you want it too, afterwards you can do what you like," Zorgniff said getting a touch impatient.
"Why do you want us to kill them so bad?" Lex Luthor asked.
"As I said, entertainment. All of what you do will be broadcast all over space, watched by billions. If you succeed you will be hailed as heros, fail and…well I think you can guess at what will happen. But there is one slight twist, you shall all be assigned different rooms. Whoever is in that room may not be the one you want to get revenge on, but I hope that will not matter."
"And what if it does?" Doc Oc asked.
"Then it's your tough luck. Now go, and let the games begin!"