Reap and Sow
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel or Hasbro. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis.
Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening
At the West Coast Avengers Compound…
A teen boy, dressed in a long red trench coat, white shirt, white jeans, and dark glasses, was surveying the area around him. He had crimson red eyes and a sword on his back. His name is Leon Maxwell, the teen West Coast Avenger Crisis. He was a powerhouse and an unstable precog and, right now, he had no idea if what he was seeing was real, or just a dream.
He was standing on what looked to be a battlefield being fought by heroes from all sides. He saw Iron Man, the armored Avenger, standing with several heroes on one side, and Captain America and several other heroes on the other. Some of the new heroes he recognized as older versions of his teammates, like Hercules, Falcon, and Miss Marvel. He also saw himself and an older version of his girlfriend Farrah Willows, the feline heroine Persiana. Leon could not believe Farrah would grow up to be such a beautiful woman; so strong and ferocious.
The battle Leon was witnessing was an odd one, as both sides were seemingly hell-bent on destroying each other. Thor thundered down from the heavens and struck down a hero the red-eyed powerhouse had never seen before. He shook his head, wondering who it could be. The next thing he saw was Thor turning a full blast right at Persiana. The older Crisis got to her and, pushing her out of the way, took the full blast, becoming ashes.
Leon then awoke with a startle. He shook his head, trying to decipher what it meant. Thoughts began to race in his mind,
Is that how I die? How did this happen? Why would Thor just heartlessly attack like that?
Thunder echoed outside. Another storm had moved into the San Diego area and Leon knew Farrah would be running into his room at any minute. Being turned into a feline hybrid must have developed a fear of lightning and thunder, or so Leon thought. At first, Leon thought it would be best to wait for her to come to him. However, the storm had been going on for a while and Crisis became worried. He put on a shirt and his lounge pants and decided to look for her.
The white-furred cat-girl was huddled underneath the sofa in another room, whimpering. She had squeezed under it so she could feel safe. She had completely gone under it when she faintly heard footsteps approaching. Farrah knew who the scent belonged to and tried to contort her body out from underneath the furniture. Leon had gone in and Farrah jumped in his arms, wearing only her oversized nightshirt,
"Leon, there you are!"
She hugged him tightly and held on tightly, still scared of the storm. Leon wrapped her arms around her and sat down on the couch. The red-eyed teen wanted to tell Farrah about his nightmare vision, whatever it meant. But, something inside him kept him from telling. He figured that it Farrah had enough to worry about with the storm that he should not bother her with the details…
Meanwhile…
When traveling on a long stretch of highway in the desert, a gas station is often a sanctuary and oasis from the scorching heat and blistering sun. At this particular gas station, a woman was filling her car with fuel for the long trip back to civilization. As she was filling her car up, a dark figure came from down the stretch of road. His clothes smelled of death and decay, and, on his hand, or, what was once his hand; was a scythe. His skin was flaying around his face, and he looked like he had just been buried. The woman, not paying attention to the figure, was mindlessly pumping her gas until she felt a sharp stab through her back. She looked down to see a part of the scythe sticking out from her and her life essence began to drain, becoming a shriveling husk of a woman in seconds.
The scythe-wielding figure was relieved as he spoke,
"Yes, life energy. Soon, I will have enough to take on the West Coast Avengers, and make them all pay! Especially my dear brother!"
His laughter haunted the dark, desert highway for miles around…
Next Chapter:
The Grim Reaper inches closer to his goal, and as the storm passes, the insanity returns once again! Stay tuned, fellow readers!
