A Test of Time
Rating:
NC17
Fandom: Marvel/DC and whatever else my mixed up little mind
puts in. (A.U.)
Pairing: Joshua Guthrie (Icarus)/(Amron Stark)
Ultimate-Namor. (Slash) some Willie and Terry and others. You'll have
your guy on guy, girl on girl, and girl on boy action.
Summary:
This AU fic is unlike any other, nothing is what it seems or what it
should be everything is all mixed up but that's what happens when two
reality's merge into one. Marvel collides with DC.
This takes place one year after Joshua loses his wings. Joshua has been living with his new powers, odd dreams and the un-healing wounds on his back where his wings were. All that has been keeping him from bleeding to death is a healing factor tonic that he has to take every few day. Nevertheless, as his odd dreams lead him closer to his dream lover, they lead him closer to danger and to a world of high crime, murder and mayhem. If Jay and his Ashoni don't learn from their past mistake they're bound to repeat them.
Disclaimer; I don't own the characters unfortunately, Just the plot. No infringement intended. Oh and some sex scenes may have been stolen from my favorite writers or slash fic's, what can I say; they were perfectly written and I just had to copy. I'll let you know who they are and what fic's incase you want to read them.
By Bellum cruor.
Prologue
Amron Stark hung from the wrist, bearskin and bloody from the waist up - in what he could only assume was some kind of underground cell. He cursed his farther for treating him like some common thief – all-be-it he was a far cry from common. Still if it not been for his father's ever growing greed he wouldn't be in this mess - Not to mention having a little warning of what he was up against would have been nice.
An icy whip snapped through the air licking at the back of Amron's welted skin. The pain that followed the frigid blow was almost unbearable. The chilling barbs at the end of the whip rend through Amron's iron skin with ease. Bits of frozen flesh were left to hang from open wounds on his back. The touch of the whip was so cold it burned hotter than any fire could, the blood froze beneath the skin before the whip ever touched it and the flesh shattered like glass. He was so going to kill his father, as soon as he figured a way out of here.
A fat round faced man laughed as he pulled back the whip just to snap it ahead again. This wrangled another cry of curses from Amron. Yes he most defiantly was going to kill his father. As he muttered his last string of insults, he saw the familiar looking dark haired woman who had captured him walk into view. "Tell us who sent you and where to find them and I'll make it stop." The woman was taller than he'd thought she'd be and her ever present golden bans were in place around her wrist - a dead giveaway to any fan boy as to who she was – if only he was a little more of a fan boy. He would have known that this was the famous Wonder Woman - Still something was off about her, while not physically, she had an aura about her that made him draw a number of odd questions. And if that gelatinous man would stop hitting him with that cursed whip long enough for him to think he might be able to figure some of them out. The whip crashed into his back again clawing out even more skin as it receded. Amron made a mental note to kill this man too, but for now he'd have to let his words be his weapons.
"Stop what; the pain lets me know I'm alive." Mocked Amron, he'd sooner die then give up Toney's location, not that he favored his father, he just wanted to be the one to bring him down, when; and if he came down.
"Have it your way then but this is going to hurt." Chuckled the short fat man, as he governed his whip into action with even more tenacities. The whip cracked again, Amron bit down the scream that lumped in his throat. To scream would be to invite more torture and pain and that would only feed the gluttonous needs of his tormentors. A need he was willing to starve his jailor of for as long as he could. Amron growled. "I just want you to know that, when I get out of here you're going to feel lots and lots of fucking Pain before I gut you and stuff you fat ass down your throat!"
Amron heard the woman laugh at his words and again that odd feeling washed over him. He didn't know much about this Wonder Woman but he was sure she wasn't a sadist, but then who was he to talk - he was a far cry from the man he should have been.
Amron to hang by his wrist taking lash after lash until the man grew tired. For one so fat the man had a surprising amount of stamina.
Amron listened to the screams of others being punished. Their screams becoming more frequent with each swelling cry of agony, this place was a hell among hells. This Wonder Woman was mad.
Amron stopped his mulling when he felt a strange trickle of power lingering in him. This is odd he thought. His mutant powers shouldn't work while in brimore - A mettle that seems soft and crumbly when between human hands, but to a mutant it was like diamond. It was not only impossible to brake but also siphoned all the mutants' strength and powers - still now was not the time to give consideration to such a gift horse. The power that filled him was enough to help him escape if he used it wisely. It wasn't mutant powers but it would do. Actually, it was perfect because brimore would have no effect on him.
Magic however could be used. Now what was the spell? Amron knew that he'd heard it before. His cousin Garth used it all the time. Amron hung there for most of the night trying spell after spell, all of which failed. Damn Atlandteaian magic and its need for exact wording Amron cursed.
Several more hours passed before Amron was able to get the words to the spell right. However, when he finally did get it the brimore crumbled from his wrist and dissolved into a fine orange powder. Leaving Amron to fall to the ground in a heavy thud.
If the sound of his falling did not alert the guards, then the pungent tang of arcane magic that filled the air was more than likely too. Sure-enough the sound of footsteps alerted Amron to the guards approach. The heavy click of boots was more than enough to judge the distance of the approaches for as they neared he could hear more than one sound of boots. He estimated that he'd have ten to fifteen seconds at least, that was more time then he needed for what he had intended.
Amron made a narrow escape from captivity. All was going well at first, he ready the words that would grant him the power of illumination, the room would flash as bright as the sun on his command and that would give him the time he would need to complete his plan.
The heavy doors swung open and two guards strolled in. It was then that he let the spell take hold; light filled the room blinding the two guards. The guards muttered and curst at the light, flailing about to find the one who had rendered them blind. Amron wasted little time, he attacked the smaller of the two men first, knocking him out then swiftly doing the same to the other. He left there flaccid bodies in the cell and set a minor glamour on the room, it wasn't the best and Amron was under no delusion that he could do better, this would at least buy him some time, or so he thought.
The cell looked as if he were still in it swinging from his brimore chains, when in fact the one swinging from the chains was the taller guard. The other guard was made to look like an assortment of agonizing instruments. That would have to do he thought to himself. He'd almost forgotten how taxing it was to use magic, all -Atlanteaians could do it and the closer you were to royalty the easier magic was for you to work. Amron knew that he was not close at all to the royal family; he was a fourth cousin, a bastard and a criminal at that, so it came as no surprise to him that the casting of those two spells while already in a weakened state had drained much of his strength. With the last remaining bit of his Atlandteaian magic, he made himself look like the larger guard.
He walked out the cell, knowing that he still had a job too do; and the nannites in his blood would make sure that he did it, or died trying. Getting caught wasn't part of his plan, in truth he thought the plan was ruined and that he was going to die, but things were starting to look up, he was free and no one knew it.
Amron took a deep breath to settle his nerves and hiked up his blood soaked gloves to cover his bare skin. He was numb all over; not quite remembering when he'd ever been in so much pain. He swiftly made his way to the vault to find that the ego gem was unattended. Good thing the stupid git didn't know what she had, quickly Amron pocketed the gem and made his way to the front gate; all was going well until he got to the outer belly of the inner gate. His spell had been defused; by whom he didn't know but he knew who ever it was, was on to him. The alarms went off to indicate that a prisoner has escaped, shortly after that his glamour had fallen; luckily for him there was no one around to spot it.
He dashed through the outer gate, and worked his way to a safer location. He doubled back and waited awhile to make sure he wasn't being followed. When he was sure it was safe, he returned home.
Toney had been waiting for him. "Did you get them?"
"I only got one of them."
"Which one?" the vain in Toney's head pulsed.
"The ego gem."
Toney sighed before he continued. "And the Power gem!"
Amron could hear the disappointment in his father's voice. "It… kinda vanished."
"What, how!"
"Richards and I fought over it for a bit and then I had it but his wife, the flamer and pebbles decided to show up and help him. It was four on one and I was having trouble just trying to take on Richards. To make a long story short we all pulled at it with our powers and the gem started to glow, then it was gone. I used the blinding light to help me escape the four but, a guard in the building manage to rip off my mask."
"Did anyone see your face?"
"Yes, but not clearly, don't worry I took care of it, It looks like a robbery gone bad."
"Did you kill them?"
"No but they won't tell I'm sure of it, they didn't even get a good look at me I know-"
"Go back and take care of it like I taught you. And then clean up and come home."
"But, I don't have to kill them, they didn't."
"Amron, Do as I say!"
When Amron got home, he excused himself from dinner needing the comfort of being alone. He'd lit three candles and next to each one, he put a card with a name. I can't keep doing this he told himself. Toney had walked into his room as he placed the last card in front of the candle. Amron was too tired to complain about the invasion of privacy. He just watched as Toney picked up the TV remote and clicked it on.
"You made the news." he mocked.
[Good evening New York this is Chloe Sullivan with the channel seven news reporting from midtown Manhattan with the sixty second update, I'm standing here in front of the Baxter building were a vicious set of murders just occurred, the cops have yet to divulge any information other than that some gems were stolen.
Also in later news a string of robberies have been occurring lately, priceless and obscure Gem's have gone missing all over the city, one woman claims that all the odd happenings, the rise in murder's, theft, the drop in the population within the mutant community and even the strange worldwide 4.8 earthquake are all connected…]
Amron clicked off the TV and readied himself for bed. His vision blurred as sleep called him; He knew that soon he would be fast asleep; hopefully tonight he would have better dreams.
