Guardian: My city, my protectorate
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I won Vile, HOMe and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan is owned by FOX as well as Aliens
Summary: 1 year after his defeat by HOMe and acceptance from the Morlocks, Vile has found his way to LA and adopted it as his home after a fateful night full of tragedy.
Angels loose their wings, as devils loose their horns
What wrongs have I done? Countless ones, murder, torture, genocide. All in the name of a false mother who only saw me as a means to an end. I owe my new found freedom to one who considers himself my "brother", but I have no family for they died on the fate filled night of my re-birth as a member of the Hive, by my own hands. As much as I thank the runt of a xeno, I am also cursed to hate him, for I was in blissful ignorance until he came along and then my memories started to surface. Had it not been for our connection he mist assuredly would have lost in our battle, but yet he exploited a weakness neither of us knew existed. He returned my soul, which had been stripped from me upon my re-birth as a xenomorph. He was my savior as I was his for that very soul is what allowed him to earn and create his own.
All those wrongs and still I cannot understand the human violence. What did these two girls do to deserve such a death, torn clothes and violated bodies and broken bones. The bodies horrified me, yet I knew my old self would laugh with sadistic glee, and I couldn't help but cradle their bodies in hope of comforting their souls. Soon the idea struck me, these children had a family who would no longer see their smiling faces. I looked out into the crowded mall, the men who did this are here holding the many people still alive as hostages, people who might not live to see their loved ones. As this despair took over me I felt the wetness of tears cloud my eyes, a rare happening for me to loose my calm. I knew what I must do as I leap to the ceiling and into the walls.
I crawled amongst the wiring and piping until I found myself directly over the crowd of over one hundred people. The men with guns focusing on them intently, they had arrived only minutes before the mall closed and rounded everyone up into the center. I had thought that this was just another hostage scenario, at least until I found the bodies in the clothing store dressing room, then I was awakened to the evil these men held. The evil I was ready to eliminate.
I went from above the people to the main generator room, unfortunately they had two men guarding the room. Unfortunate however for the two men, who weren't watching the ceiling. I fell silently behind them, my feet padding the impact, and I slowly wrapped my tail around the neck of the most ignorant looking one. He froze as he realized something inhuman was touching him.
"Hey amigo, we got any snakes her man?" His eyes shot a sideways look to his friend was now missing half of his face. He went to scream, but my tail was secured around his neck and I squeezed as I pulled him closer to my face.
"Do you know what it feels like to die, knowing that no-one can hear you scream?" He nodded and gurgled, aware he was not going to survive our encounter. He was smarter than he looked. I snapped his neck with a quick squeeze of my tail and he feel limp, the child killer would have more to fear from his death. I looked over my shoulder to my main target, the generator. My kind always work better in the dark. I smashed it and tore it apart, making sure to bleed on a few sections so it could not be repaired at an inopportune moment. I stepped back and tossed the two bodies onto the broken pieces of metal and once again leapt to the ceiling to make my way to another section of the mall.
After a few seconds of crawling along I heard some sobbing come from below me. I looked down through a grate to see a small family that had hidden itself from the armed men. A mother with two children who were now sobbing, afraid of the darkness I had created. It was ironic, what was meant to help and hide them was giving them away. I took another angle to see if they were secure from an wandering armed men.
"Hey, Marco, conseguimos algunos hidders aquí." A man said from somewhere to my south. I lifted the grate to see a man wearing goggles that glowed green. Night Vision, just my luck, but my vision was infinitely better in the darkness.
I didn't need light to see, a gift from the xenomorphic heritage I shared. Slowly I crept along the ceiling, another gift I shared with my former brethren, until I was above him and I slowly let my tail drop behind him. When it was positioned just right I let a small hiss escape my mouth, he turned upward with excellent speed, but my reactions far out perform any normal human's and my tail plunged through his throat cutting off all flow of air, preventing him from screaming.
I dropped to the floor then and made my way to the small family. In the darkness they could not see me, but I saw them, the children's eyes were frightened and full of tears. Just like the eyes of the many children I had killed as a slave of the queens.
"Let me help you." I reached for the mother who still clung to her children, a whimper escaped the little one's as I placed them in the ceiling I had come out of. Now that they were safe, it was time to end this terror. Earlier I had counted fifteen men in all, minus the three I had eliminated and twelve were left. The math was simple, all of them would die, but one would have more pain than any other for his crimes.
Again I leapt into the ceiling, apparently though the emergency lights had come on and now they lit my face and body for the family to see. At first I thought they would scream and mistake me for a mutant. Instead however their primal fears took over and they stayed absolutely still, no movement came and I went along my way.
Then I came to a junction where three men sat watching the rest rooms. I could see the stink of their perverse minds waft from beneath the doors. I crept to the grate above the women's room and lowered my self into a stall. From there I clung to the back wall and waited, eventually I knew one of the fools would follow a woman in. I waited, but not for long and I was correct. The largest guard had ordered one of the women into the very same stall, they couldn't see, but I could. When he turned to close the stall door I quickly lifted the woman into the grate and placed her to the side, and motioned for her silence, she nodded and I went back to the wall. The fool was still fidgeting with the lock, better to end it now then let him realize how stupid he had been.
"Let me get that for you." He spun around terrified and surprised by the male voice that had just spoken, my voice. As I clung to the ceiling above him I smiled and then pounced, crusgin his spine and arms under my weight. Now it was time for the other two. I popped my head into the ceiling for a quick check, the woman was still there.
"Go that way until you come upon a frightened family. Take them to your north until you find a fan that has been dead for a long time, go through it and you'll be safe. Got it?" I said as she looked at me, more frightened of me than her attacker.
"W-w-what are you?" She asked.
"A monster to hunt the devils. NOW GO!" I hissed and she jumped and fled from me.
I returned to the stall and prepared for the other two, I was boring of this sneaking around crap. I wanted them all dead. I picked up the man's rifle and looked at it, I could break the puny weapon in half if I wished, but I had a better plan…
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"Hey man what's takin' Ricky with that bitch?" Carlos asked while smoking a stolen pipe. He and his buddies, George and Ricky were both hired mercenaries. Right now their mission was simple, loot, pillage and draw SHEILD away from HYDRA's true plan. This is what they choose to use as a distraction, to bad they choose the only mall that had it's own monster security system.
"I don't know man why don't you check it out." Just then they heard Ricky's gun go off in the stalls. "Man what the fuck was that!" They both jumped up and made their way to the door.
"MEN! REPORT!" Their boss's voice came over the radio.
"Checkin' it out now boss-man." Carlos said as he opened the door to the women's room. "Man light this place up George."
George took out a magnesium flare and the room lit up. It was covered ceiling, to floor in blood and gore. Ricky's head in the middle. "Man what the fuck could do this!" From the darkness a form rose and a swiping noise was heard right before Carlos saw his friend's head go flying off his shoulders.
"I CAN!" Carlos felt himself get lifted into the air by sharp stinging needles and then he was against a wall. He heard another flare light up and then the room lit up once more. He saw his chest was covered by a hand two and a half to three times the size of his own and the clawed ends were digging into the wall. But the hands weren't what scared him, it was the face that did that. At first he thought it was a normal kid's face, the it looked at him directly and he saw the three long blue gash like "things" on his face, they were connected to his body and his body was immensely huge and bug like. Then the tail caught his eyes and he knew he had seen the last thing he would ever see.
"One last request, eh man?" He said as he resigned himself.
"Why should you get a favor when the girls died in pain." The voice was full of experience with death, but a sadness Carlos knew as well.
"What girls?" He was sweating now, he could see the anger in the monster's empty eyes. And then it left as he was pulled closer.
"You'll see." Before he could protest he was dragged across the floor and into the ceiling and at speed he had no idea were possible on foot. Minutes latter after suffering many snags and bruises he was thrown into a children's dressing room and onto the bodies of two twin little girls. Immediately he began to cry, he knew no one deserved this.
"You didn't do this, that much I know. You know who did." The monster stated it rather than asked.
"My boss, Derrick. He's got a thing for little kids, but damn I never thought…" Carlos felt his voice trail off then build back up. "He's the only one of us in snow camo." He looked back at the bodies.
"Your request?" He felt something sharp against his neck.
"Something you cannot give. God forgive me…" He cried as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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"Take it up with him when your time is right." I walked away from the man I had just rendered unconscious. For some reason I could not bring myself to kill him, he had provided me with information, but it was his sobbing that swayed me. He knew the value of life, and if he was lucky he might escape this with his own intact, maybe he might seek redemption or forgiveness from his god. Either way I could not let him die by my hands, now was the time to kill the guilty.
I made my way on foot to the next set of men, by my count ten were still left. Three of them stood there ignoring me. Then I made myself known as I speared my tail through one's stomach and spread my trident, sending the two halves of his body flying. The two remaining men turned to me and fired, the bullets penetrated, but also released the acidic blood that flows through my veins, in seconds the pain from that blood had killed them. Seven more to go.
As I got closer to the middle I knew the men's screams would cause the armed men to panic. I was right, they all had made a barricade and were watching the hall I would come from. I walked into their brightly lit passage, my form causing some to scream and others to gawk. I ran at them with my full speed. They fired on me of course, but I was faster, as always. When I reached them, my tail speared through two and sent blood flying as I pulled out with my trident spread, ripping them in half. My claws raked through two more separating their skin from their skull. Three more left.
I landed and grabbed the two on either side of me with my opposing arms and brought them slamming together, their skulls cracked with a thud as their wounds bled freely. My eyes then locked on him, the one in white. I crept to him slowly, watching the fear in his eyes, the stink of his perversion wafted off him like the sickening rot of death. I smiled at him as my mind concocted the most sadistic plan it could come up with. He would suffer the way the hunters made their prey suffer. If I was lucky, a few humans who had encountered them might see this and think for a second before realizing what was off. The hunters skinned their prey after they died, this man would be skinned alive.
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"This just in from Los Angeles. The hostage crisis is over, thanks to some rather gruesome inside help. Now over to our sister station's field reporter Tracy Melfner. Tracy."
The Morlock's watched their small TV with a disturbing sense of dread. They knew their friend and former guardian, Vile lived in LA now. They also knew he had a short fuse for senseless violence, which ironically he caused a lot of the time.
"Thank you Cindy. Now though I must warn viewers to send small children and those with heart problems out of the room. These images are disturbing." Tracy walked into the mall for abit then finally came upon what looked like the remains of a failed barricade. Above it hung a dead body, skinned with chunks of flesh hanging off the muscle. The entire Morlock group gasped at the sight on TV.
"How could he do such a thing?" Calliban asked. As the bodies of two young girls was shown on the screen.
"The on sight corner has declared that these two young twins were in fact victims of a different killer, who as of now is unknown." Tracy said over the images.
"There's your reason." Scale Face growled. The image of a young man about 28 in handcuffs being escorted out by an older man with an eye patch came next.
"He let one live? That's not normal." Calisto noted. "Not normal at all…"
The Morlocks sat in silence as they watched the rest of the news cast.
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At first Captain Harrigan had thought they had returned, but when he got a closer look at most of the bodies he sensed something was wrong. Most were torn apart in an almost savage anger. That and the family and woman found in the ducts kept insisting a mutant had helped them. His only source of info was then taken by the feds. So he was left with only one body to go off of, the hanging dead man.
It was just like the Jamaicans about eleven years ago, but this one still had his hands and his head. It was different, but brutal just the same. All he could do was pray that those damn alien fuckers weren't back. It had nearly killed him then, now he would be lucky if he got a shot off. He was about to give up when he noticed something glimmer a bright blue in the pool of blood. As he looked at it he noticed it looked like a bugs shell.
"Otis, get me a bag and a freezer, we got organic over here." He picked up the piece of something with his tweezers. He almost slipped and then he heard it, a hissing sound by his shoe. "What the…" He lifted his shoe up to see a bubbling green spot now eating through the plastic, "Fuck is that?" He looked confused as it stopped eating through.
"Boss?" Otis noticed the green stuff as well. "Want me to scrap that too?"
"Nah, you'll probably loose an arm. Call in hazmat though."
"Already here." Otis pointed to the men in biohazard uniforms. "Tellin' us to pack our bags, as usual."
"Great, listen don't tell'em about that, ok?" He dropped the tissue into the bag and Otis rolled it up.
"You're the boss man." He walked away casually as a hazmat official walked up.
"Sir, we're going to need that shoe of yours." Harrigan's day was just getting better and better.
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Later that night I found myself hiding in the sewers. Not exactly my thing but I had dwelled in the sewers in New York for about a year with the mutants known as Morlocks. There I learned that my gifts were different from theirs and I knew I did not belong, so I left to find where I did belong.
I cursed as I looked at my tail for the millionth time that night, I had chipped the pint when I speared through the last two men. I had left evidence besides my blood. I groaned as I looked up at the night sky from the sewer grate and fell asleep.
In my sleep though I was most uncomfortable, for that night I had a dream. Something HOMe and myself were not supposed to be capable of. The dream though was not unpleasant, in fact it was comforting. In it I saw the two girls, healed and smiling with wings flying towards a bright light, and blow me the screams of their killer filled me with a sense of justice. As I looked at the light, it started to fade and bend until it was the shape of a man. The light man came towards me and I was filled with a sudden fear.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice echoed.
"Dear Robert. Do you not recognize the countenance of the only god who deems you worthy of redemption?" he spoke in a soothing voice.
"Gods do not exist for monsters like me." I turned my back on the man, but he was again in front of me.
"I exist for all those that wish for my love. Those who will welcome me in their heart." He tried to touch me, but I jerked away.
"How am I deserving of love? A beast like myself, built to kill. To murder." I looked at my hands as I was surrounded by the eyes of those I had killed for the Hive.
"With out a soul a man is a beast. You were once a beast, now you are a man once more." A wave of his hand and the eye vanished.
"I am still a killer." I leapt at him, but stopped in my tracks as I saw his face up close. An old man smiling at me.
"The beast that made you, yes they made you to kill. I made you to redeem them through your strength." A bubble showing HOMe's "birth" and my creation popped up, as though I need it to see those images. "He as well as yourself have ahead of you a great many tasks and tests that will try your souls."
"HOMe has a family, it's the only thing he's know. I've only know death as a companion, go to him. I don't need or want your love or forgiveness." I don't know why I said that, but he just smiled.
"Forgiveness is something you must give yourself. The victims of the Hive don't blame you. And your actions today were in rage, yes. But did you not seek to ensure the survival of those innocents?"
"What if I did?" I was know walking away from him, into my own darkness, but he followed illuminating it to create my own hell.
"Then no forgiveness is needed." He left me in my darkness then but he still had to say something. "You have my love, none the less. Take it when you need it."
I awoke then to the sun shining down into the sewer. I groaned as I got up and moved away. My life had just taken a turn towards the weird, and that is saying something.
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AN: Each chapter of this will be a day in Vile's life as well as the other happenings in the world. And Sebastian 1 if you are reading this, I WILL NOT ADD FREDDY AND JASON!!!!!! Only those things I have hinted at and one more will make an appearance.