Disclaimer: "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" is created by Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill. This story is based on "Marvel Nemesis: Rise of The Imperfects" which is owned by EA games.
Manhattan Island, February 2005:
Up on the rooftops of this city's buildings, what appears to be a red flare moves itself from one roof onto another. This one flare was in fact a young woman, in a red attire, who was armed and moved like a ninja. As she was moving from one roof to another, she remembered the old days. When the Keene act forced all vigilantes to either reveal their identity to the general public, or to keep their secret identity, in exchange for working with the government. This act was a subject of controversy, even among other vigilantes like herself. Her lover at the time even decided to go with the act, by revealing his own identity to everyone. In the end, it had cost his life, which she, despite all her abilities (which has even kept her from aging since her own resurrection), couldn't undo. It was especially that memory that had her slow down, as it still saddened her to this day, even though this happened twenty-eight years ago. With this sudden pause, she was able to spot a sort of black smoke in the corner of her eye. She quickly turned, to see a dark woman, with a raised fist. This woman tried to hit her, but the latter dodged the attack, while kicking a heel of her boot into the dark woman's belly. In response, the dark woman disappeared in her black smoke again, only to reappear behind the ninja-woman and grab her.
"You must be Elektra." the dark woman said.
The woman, Elektra, used her sais to hurt the dark woman into releasing her.
"Nice to meet you." Elektra remarked.
After this, a fight broke loose between the two. One fast woman, versus a teleporting woman. The fight almost appeared to take forever, until the dark woman allowed some kind of blad to come out of her wristbands, which knocked down Elektra.
"Too bad I was told not to hurt you." she sighed disappointedly, while she picked up Elektra and carried her away.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, at a local hospital, a man in his late fifties was taken care of, as he appeared to have a nasty-looking wound on his arm. The doctor had only just stitched the arm, after which he turned to his trainee.
"Peter, you finish this up." he murmured, after which he left the room.
The trainee, Peter, did as he was told, by wrapping a bandage around the old man's wound. Still, the old man seemed to think something was funny, as he had this grin on his face.
"What? What's so funny?" Peter asked him.
"Your first name." the old man answered, "It's Peter, like my own."
"Oh?" the trainee replied, "You're called Peter too? That's funny, indeed."
"Yeah." the old man responded, "Peter Parker is my full name."
"My last name's Petrelli." the trainee said.
"Petrelli..." the old man repeated, "It sounds familiar."
"Yeah, you must've heard of my brother Nathan." the trainee answered.
"The politician Nathan Petrelli? He's your brother?" the old man sounded surprised.
"It's not something to brag about." the trainee added, "Still..."
That's when he was finished putting up the bandage.
"Thanks." the old man said.
"How is it that you got such a wound anyway?" the trainee asked him.
The old man hesitated to answer: "I er... I thought I could help an old lady from robbers."
"Really? What makes you think you're such a big hero?" the trainee asked him.
Here was something the old man had to be careful about what he'd answer: "I... I just wanted to see if I was still as strong as I was when I was twenty."
This, the trainee understood: "Right, you're not getting any younger."
"Yeah..." the old man sounded sad at that point, "If only that..."
Since he couldn't continue, the trainee knew that there was something wrong: "I know it's none of my business, but..."
The old man interrupted him: "It's all right, I guess I should tell someone one day. Like you said, we're not getting any younger. The day my wife realized that, she tried to use cosmetics to hide her aging face. She was after all a model and actress."
"Was?" the trainee wondered, just before he realized what that meant.
"It became too much for her at some point..." the old man sounded even sadder than earlier, "She... took her own life."
The trainee didn't know what to say besides: "I'm sorry."
"That's all right." the old man replied, "You couldn't know, I had to tell someone, and you just seemed like a good listener."
"Peter, you remember what I said about getting attached to patients?" the doctor had just returned into the room.
The trainee didn't need to say anything, as the old man took this as his queue to leave.
Once outside the hospital, the old man, whom we can now without a problem refer to as Peter, walked his way back home. On his way, he felt a tingling, which usually meant that there's trouble somewhere near. He went into a nearby alley. In there, he saw people in distress, as they were harassed by something... which Peter could only describe as weird, despite all the strange things this old man has seen in his life. This strange thing had the appearance of a man, but his skin appeared to be made of a transparent plastic, which showed that the inside of his body looked a lot like some kind of jelly substance. On his face, he had what appeared to be some kind of gas-mask that covers the mouth and nose alone, and this thing hung on some kind of wire, that appeared to have been shot from his arm. Once Peter saw this, he knew what to do. He knew that it was illegal, but it's either that, or have these people suffer a terrible fate. Peter turned his coat inside out, allowing it to turn into a red coat, that bore the image of a spider on it's chest. Once he put the coat on, he took out a pair of red gloves and a red mask. He became the hero he was once known as again: Spider-Man.
As Spider-Man, he attacked this strange man. It was a fight of one man who could shoot wires from his hands versus another. Unfortunately, the green man had one advantage over Spider-Man: his body could somehow produce a gas, which it breathed in Spider-Man's face, rendering the latter unconscious.
At a distance, somebody else could somehow sense what happened to Spider-Man. Could even smell his assailant, as though whatever it was, it gave off a smell that was easily distinguishable from all other smells in New York City. He was at the bar, getting drunk, or as drunk as someone like him could get, but realizing something's wrong, even to this person's standards, he decided to get up and leave the bar. When he did so, somebody burst in through the door. And not just someone splintering the door by brute force, but by using some kind of electric current through the air, destroying the entire wall in which the front was located. Everyone else cowered in fear, but this man kept standing, raised his fists. To those witnessing this, they could see that this man's fists had some kind of special mechanism built in his hands. Somehow, when they formed fists, three blades would come out of each hand. With these blades, he attacked this electrical man. Or at least, he tried, but since these blades were made out of some sort of metal, which conducts electricity, this electrical needed to only aim his current towards those blades, instantly rendering this man unconscious. With him down, the electrical man picked him up. While doing so, he noticed he had dog-tags, which read "Wolverine". He half laughed and half sighed at the sight of them, upon which he left the building.
Baxter Building
In a room on the top floor, a huge man, made out an orange type of stone, sat down, looking at an old picture. On this picture, there was him, along with three others, each wearing a blue suit. Seeing it, he remembered the old times, when they fought side by side, against a common enemy and rival to at least one of the people on the picture. To this man, it was a pity that the man in the picture, along with the woman who stood next to him on the same picture, were gone. That is, with the Keene act in effect, they had no other option but to stop being the heroes they once were. And with the intellect that the man on the picture had, he could easily get a job in the science department, which earned him a place in the colony on Mars. The fourth person on that picture, had his way with fire, which made him the perfect man for every Hollywood movie-stunt that involved fire. All the while, where did it leave this man, this Thing as most people referred to him. Alone, without a job, or money, save for the generous offers that his scientist friend still manages to send him. This was the moment in which the Thing looked at his watch. That fire-guy was supposed to come by that day, but he hadn't arrived yet. This didn't surprise the Thing much. This guy was never the most reliable person he ever knew, or the easiest one to live with. Still, after being alone for so long, he could do with the company, for old times sake.
After another while of moping, the Thing heard some kind of disturbance, coming from outside. He looked through the window, where he saw two people fighting each other. One of them, the Thing did recognize, as that was the guy he was waiting for, but the other one, who appeared to have powers similar to the fire-guy, was someone the Thing had never seen before. He thought of jumping out the window to help him, but something caused the building to tremble heavily. His primal instincts told him to jump out of the building, which he did. When he landed on the ground level, he saw what, or rather who caused this tremor. It was a young woman, not any bigger than any woman he ever saw, yet she had these large spikes on her hands, which were enough to cause the Earth to shake. The Thing didn't think that this woman would be strong enough to withstand his own strength, but he was wrong. Her strength was similar to his, but unlike the Thing, she was much smaller and given her ballet skills, she was much faster. It didn't take long before she could wipe the floor with this Thing.
Stark Tower
For the most part, this tower was equipped with all types of high-tech machinery. Inside one of these machines', there was a screen, which showed statistics of certain people. From this, whoever was looking at them could tell that in the past hour, five particular individuals were experiencing some kind of excitement, shortly before their life-signs grew weaker, as though they passed out. This made the person who saw this realize that someone out there is hunting down old friends, or at least old allies of his. That's when he decided to move the machine he was in. Although he's had his brains planted into this machine so many years ago already, it's been a while since he last had to use it. On top of that, he wasn't used to living his way like that when he started, so why should he be now? What was once his exo-skeleton was now his actual body. With this body, he left his tower, looking for clues at the spots where these friends of his were last seen. What he didn't anticipate, is that outside, someone was waiting for him. This he only found out, when he felt something jump onto his back, nearly causing him to fall back to the ground. Instead, this iron machine found a way to stay airborne and fight his assailant. The latter, looked like he was made out of body-parts, sewn together, and kept alive by some kind of electric current that was generated in it's arms. In this case, too, the Iron Man was no match for this attacker. It didn't take long before the suit was deactivated, or at least rendered immobile, which allowed this freak of nature, assuming he was in any way natural, to carry him away, like four others have been before him.
