Chapter 1
Back in the rivers, back below everyone else. Back into the cold, murky waters that surrounded the lab. Back into the hollow darkness that fuels the soul of the betrayed.
That's what the doctor thought as he scanned the data flying across the multiple screens.
He had been in the dark for his whole life- but now things change.
He had been in hiding here for nearly 30 years, staying out of reach of that cursed S.H.E.I.L.D, but none of that mattered, for soon, he would made his fabulous return.
But this time, his task was different, he wasn't under strict orders, oh no, quite the opposite. This time, the doctor was doing this for himself, for his own revenge. There was no stopping the burning rage that consumed this task- it could, no, it would kill, it would give him unlimited power, strength and, that word, glory!
But even though the spider was still in the city, along with his putrid little friends, he was not the target. It was Osborn who wished to have the spider- not Oc, and compared to the new target- Spiderman was an ant against a tsunami, a feather against a storm- going with the power, but nowhere near as powerful. This new target was a challenge. He could plan, fight, protect and conquer all at once.
A swelling pride burst through his bloated, useless body- lighting his deranged mind with ideas fresh and new.
There were risks to his master plan- but what plan wasn't?
All that the doctor wanted was to make a single super hero pay- make him suffer for the sins of the past- for the shadows in the night- a super hero who has been off the radar for years.
Until now.
The super hero had powers unlike anyone else Oc had seen, and these years away seemed to have only made him stronger than ever before.
But how to plan his revenge? Through friends? Through family? Though the feeling of hopelessness? Through, hum… torture?
Yes. That was it. There were four things that would break the hero, break his spirit, break his soul.
Break his chi…
Yes, the hero known as either Iron fist or Danny Rand shall pay for all the things that lead to the doctor's dull existence.
The very thought of revenge made his laugh. Who cares if he sounds like a madman? Not he. The laughing felt good, warmed his frozen heart. Then he stopped.
Frozen heart- now that was poetic and ironic at the same time! To kill the Iron fist, he would need to visit the icy city of K'un L'un. There it would be cold…
A faint echo of his earlier mad laugh still lingered around the room- just like the fear of his name still lingered around the city.
Another flood of laughter burst through his dry, cracked lips.
Oh this will be fun, this will be fun!
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