Hey guys! So, this was a story I was supposed to post a LONG time ago, but my forgetful memory prevailed and I forgot *hangs head in shame* Anyway, this is a story being written by both myself and author (and fellow friend of mine): Nobel Six
Although, if were being honest,Nobel does most of the work, I just write some scenes and give advice where I can XD This is one of my first stories dealing with OC's, its gonna be intense! And I hope you all enjoy it as well. Nobel wanted to post the story on my profile, instead of his, cause he says I'm more popular and he wants his story to get off on a good start (he sounds really excited, so now I'm excited!)
I hope you guy like!
Disclaimer: Because those are important! We, Nobel Six and I, do not own Ultimate Spider-Man, Disney/Marvel does! We only own the plot, which (let's be honest), Nobel Six does most of the work, so a LOT of it goes to him XD
ENJOY! (THIS IS FOR YOU NOBEL SIX)
Prologue
At first, all Crusader could see was a looming darkness. It was cold and inky, and the black atmosphere shifted and danced like plumes of obsidian smoke from a dying candle. It compressed around him, closing in and snuffing the breath from his lungs just as a rush of chilling, and ruthless energy would creep along his spine and leave him shivering with the cold. A dangerous feel haunted these caper shadows, like a demon watching quietly while waiting to make their presence known.
All of a sudden, his setting changed. The darkness dripped away like paint from a canvas to reveal the true, horrifying picture. Around him, Crusader saw the remnants of a city, crumbling and falling to ash. Buildings lay in crumpled heaps, like tossed away pieces of paper. A few blocks of architecture remained standing, including a once noble tower with the once brightly lit letter 'A' adorning its side, now torn from its respected places and tossed on the ground like yesterday's trash. Fires lit up the destroyed city, filling the sky with heavy clouds of suffocating black, and restricting any other source of light through its thick folds.
After millennia of studying the stars and its life, Crusader found himself identifying this once major city as: New York City, Earth. He was aware of this little planet, and its highly intriguing abundance of super-powered individuals. It was not supposed to look like this, though. The last he saw, it was thriving with life, constantly moving on its way for survival. Now, though, all that remained was the remains of its spectacular pillars, and the tower belonging to that world's team of most powerful heroes: The Avengers, now shunned and cast away.
What could have caused this? Surely no villain living on Earth could accomplish such a dastardly deed. Crusader's question was heard, and then the terrible sight burned away and he reappeared in a room inside the still-standing Avengers Tower. The floors were polished dark wood, and the walls a demeaning black. Torches were stuck to the walls, as if the occupant had attempted to give light to the room, but even with its flames, all light seemed to be sucked away from the form sitting upon a throne at the front. The throne itself was mighty and majestic, yet so cruel and beautiful in a sick and twisted way. It was obsidian, metal mixed with the bones of deceased humans, along with two human skulls used as arm rests, and a variety of jewels haughtily adorning it. The figure sitting on top of this demented structure sat lazily, legs crossed comfortably with a velvety cloak fall down by his feet. Crusader felt his breath catch and his heart beat frantically as he recognized the deathly pale skin, slick back hair, and malicious smile that the figure wore with such ease. Fear pulsed in his veins, but anger pooled with it in his stomach. What was he doing here? He-he couldn't be here! Crusader was sure, he saw this man go with his own eyes.
At that point, he noticed the decorations placed abundantly around the room. He saw the dented shield of the noble Captain America tacked to the wall, the might hammer of Thor stuck solidly in the ground, the dirtied helmet of Nova, the venom gauntlets of Black Widow, the sunglasses of Power-Man, the dragon symbol of Iron Fist, and the torn mask of Spider-Man, as well as so many others placed among the room like decorations, trophies and spoils of war. The image left Crusader sick to the stomach, and he glared at the figure on the throne. "What did you do?" Crusader demanded.
The man didn't hear, as his attention was turned to the door hastily opened. Five people walked in, their forms straight and uniform, as they marched in front of the man before bowing before him. Crusader recognized them as well. He saw Danny Rand, the mighty Iron Fist, his suit torn where the dragon symbol had been snatched from its place and hung for looks. He saw Ava Ayala, White Tiger. Her tiger amulet remained by her, but her posture remained stout and resilient. As for Squirrel Girl, her tail was frizzled and stood on end, her costume torn and singed in some parts. He then saw Cloak and Dagger, both looking a little scuffed up, but otherwise unresponsive. One thing they all had in common, though, was the red glowing look resonating from their eyes, just like Cloak had when was under Dormammu's control
"He is ready for the execution," Squirrel Girl announced. Her head remained bowed and her tone was bland and emotionless, like a puppet.
The man smiled wider, and hummed in satisfaction. "Wonderful," he nodded. "Oh, how I've waited for this day, for him to pay for the crimes he committed against me. I've waited for so long to finally spill Crusader's blood at my feet, and toss his body to the rats he belongs with."
Crusader gasped, stepping back a little. "What?" He demanded, "Why…" but he was interrupted as Cloak teleported out. A moment later he returned, and Crusader saw a version of himself clasped in chains, and kneeling before the man who so rightly wanted him dead. Suddenly the room spun, and no longer did Crusader watch, but now he was actually placed before this evil man, bound and helpless. Crusader's head was bent down low, as he refused to look up.
The man smiled wickedly, producing a sinister sword from the folds of his cloak, the edges sharpened to its extent. The man stepped forward until he stood right in front of Crusader. The sword was brought up to his chin and forced Crusader to look up into his eyes. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" The man asked, almost giddy with excitement. "For too long. Any last words Crusader? Beg for mercy, or apologize, and maybe I'll spare you a less painful death."
Crusader's eyes were wide with confusion. What was happening? Why was this happening? How did this come to be? "I –I don't understand," Crusader gasped as the sword dug farther into his throat, enough for a drop of blood to run down his neck. "How did this-"
"No?" The man continued, as if Crusader's words fell upon deaf ears. "Defiant till the end, I see. Good-bye, Crusader. I'll relish in seeing your miserable and pathetic life seep from your body." The man raised the sword high above Crusader, before swinging it down.
"W-wait!" Crusader cried, trying to back away, but as the sword was mere centimeters from his neck, everything disappeared into a black void. The chains melted from Crusader's body, and he sucked in a deep breath as he was once again captured in the essence of a never-ending darkness.
Only this time, a new presence lurked in the darkness, something powerful, yet gentle. A female voice, as soft as feathers, and cool as water, spoke to Crusader, echoing all around him. "Magnus awakens!" She whispered. "You must stop him! You must stop Magnus! The well-being of Earth depends on you. Awake Crusader! You must act fast! AWAKE!"
Crusader bolted up from his bed, body slick with sweat and breaths coming out in labored puffs. The blankets were twisted around his shaking form, and fell from his bare chest. He could still feel the remains of the dream linger: the suffocating darkness, the tightness of the chains all ghosting over his feverish skin. Normally, he wasn't frightened so easily. Usually, with his black Venom Spiderman-like suit with the shape of a cross on the front, the spiked shoulder guard, and the red cape, he usually was the one doing the scaring.
He worked to calm his heart, as he slowly fell back into his bed. Crusader looked out of the window near his bed, where the silver rays of two moons shone from the sky and sent shadows cast over his room. A cold breeze drifted inside, causing goose bumps to break out on his skin. "Magnus is awaking," he whispered to himself, voice carried out with the remnants of the breeze, and floating listlessly in the sky where no one seemed to hear. Tap-tap-tap. The sound of loud knocking came from Crusader's front door. "Come in. It's unlocked," he said as h
Aug 16He worked to calm his heart, as he slowly fell back into his bed. Crusader looked out of the window near his bed, where the silver rays of two moons shone from the sky and sent shadows cast over his room. A cold breeze drifted inside, causing goose bumps to break out on his skin. "Magnus is awaking," he whispered to himself, voice carried out with the remnants of the breeze, and floating listlessly in the sky where no one seemed to hear. Tap-tap-tap. The sound of loud knocking came from Crusader's front door. "Come in. It's unlocked," he said as he continued to pace nervously in his living room. The door opened, and a beautiful women stood before him. She wore a beautiful green and white dress that was lined with jewels and bird feathers. Her steely grey eyes seemed to stare right into his soul as she eyed him. She had a friendly yet tired smile on her usual cheery face. "My Lady," Crusader said as he bowed in respect, for the woman in front of him was his planet's ruling elder, Elise Starlight.
"Crusader," she said as she also gave a slight bow. "For what purpose have you requested my presence at such an early hour?" She asked while letting out a small yawn.
"He awakens," Crusader whispered, as if he was afraid of what he was saying.
Despite the whisper, Elise heard it clear as day. "You don't mean, 'The Fallen One', do you?" She asked him, fear eminent in her usually calm voice.
"I'm afraid so, Magnus is waking up," Crusader confirmed grimily. He thought he heard Elise inhale sharply, but she composed herself just as quickly.
"Are you sure of this?" she asked seriously, for if what Crusader was telling her proved to be true, the safety of their world, as well as others, would be in immediate danger.
"I believe so," Crusader answered, which earned a frown from her.
"What do you mean by, 'I believe so?'" Elise questioned him.
"I received a warning through a vision," Crusader answered.
"A vision, you say?" Elise asked, rubbing her chin as she pondered all possibilities. "You know, Crusader, that visions are rarely accurate, even for someone like me who sees them all the time," she lectured.
"I know that, but I heard a voice warning me-." Crusader began before she raised her hand to silence him.
"You heard a voice? Describe it at once," Elise ordered.
"It was a disembodied voice, but it was female, and I could not see who was speaking, but she
did not seem like a threat," Crusader explained.
Elise proceeded to hang her head in contemplation as she considered several options. After several minutes, she let out a sigh. "If what you say is true, then you must leave at once," she said as a golden aura took shape and engulfed her right hand. She pointed a single finger to the right of where Crusader stood, and a golden portal materialized from thin air. "The Divine gate will take you to Earth. Make haste, Crusader, for if Magnus is indeed stirring, we don't know how long it will be before he awakes and makes haste to Earth. No matter what happens, he cannot gain control of that planet," Elise lectured as Crusader stepped in front of the portal. "May God watch over you and give you guidance. I, too, will be watching your progress. Feel free to contact me anytime if something comes up," she said as she gave a small bow.
"May God watch over you as well, Elise," Crusader said as he too gave a bow, before jumping into the golden portal.
To be continued…
(Sorry about it looking weird when I first posted! I hate it when the chapter does that!)
Anyway, hope you guys liked!
-OfficialUSMWriter out!