Doomsday part 3
Xander stared in shock as green suited agents flew overhead and started to fire on the duo. /Holy crap, Doomsday and Supes/ His mind whirled the thought around for several seconds before the sound of tearing metal brought him back to the here and now. Just in time to watch Doomsday throw Superman into a helicopter.
Thinking back to his comics, Xander realized what was about to happen…The Daily Planet building and the death of Superman.
Growling to himself, Xander charged the behemoth.
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He had finally gotten rid of the strong one by throwing it into the metal bird and had just finished swatting the green insects when a new form surged out of the sprawling city and attacked him.
Doomsday growled as he hit the insect with a heavy right and blinked when the form took the impact with a grin before saying something to him.
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Xander spit some blood out and grinned at the monster, "That all you got, big boy? Let's see how you like it," he said as he felt his bones restructure themselves as his muscles started to increase to match the monster's power.
Letting loose with a heavy haymaker, Xander joined in the fight against Doomsday.
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Xander held his side and tried to shake off the dizzy sensation as the monster finally collapsed. He knew he had several broken bones that refused to heal even as his regenerative ability worked to stop the internal bleeding.
Turning his attention from the felled behemoth, Xander stared at the still form of Superman, a gold and blue armored form tried desperately to do CPR.
/I failed./ With that harrowing realization, his eyes rolled up into his head as the damage finally caught up with him.
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"And I'm telling you no," a voice said sternly when he finally rejoined the land of the living.
"Listen to me you self-righteous windbag, I may not be allowed Superman's body due to the meddling of those bureaucrats in Washington, but this one damn sure falls under my jurisdiction." He heard as he felt the strength rapidly return to his limbs.
Ignoring the two squabbling voices, he sat up, carefully looked around the room and winced in pain as alarms and lights started flashing in a multitude of colors.
Looking at the flashing lights took most of the two seconds he had before a small army of armed individuals swarmed into the room and started to point rather large guns at him.
"Out of my way! Out of my WAY, dang it! You gun toting Neanderthals move or I'll inject every one of you with advanced cat hormones and have you spend the rest of your lives being chased by horny felines." A man in a white lab coat growled while he shoved his way through the gathered security, ignored their barked orders to stand back and walked over to the patient. "Hello, how are you feeling?" He said, his manner professional, that of a care giver.
The patient's only answer was a nod and a blank stare.
"Can you tell me your name, or maybe where you come from?"
Thinking about the answer for several minutes, the young man finally looked back at the doctor in confusion. "I…don't remember."