The Menace of Mysterio Part 4
Fred Myers was standing outside the stadium getting ready for todays game. He saw someone in a trench coat and fedora walking up to him. He stopped stretching and stood stiff. The man came up and shook his hand.
"The boss wants you to throw the game." The man said to Fred.
"Will I get paid tonight?" Fred asked.
"Yes, just make sure you throw the game." The man said walking off.
Fred smiled and began to walk into the stadium, along the way he saw a news-reporter hiding behind a beam.
"How much of that did you hear?" Fred asked, his Australian accent very noticeable.
The news-reporter looked at him and then ran away quickly, holding his notepad and tape recorder tight. Fred looked at the little man run away and hung his head. He knew after tonight's game he would be fired after the path he has chosen.
Wilson Fisk sat in his meeting room with Grizzly. They were waiting on Sarge, Snipez, the elite soldier, and a scientist of Wilson Fisk's to come and join them. Grizzly turned to Fisk and looked at him questioningly.
"So... now that I'm under your employment, what exactly do I have to do?" Grizzly asked fiddling with his claws.
"You will do whatever I say Grizzly." Fisk said playing with his cuff-links.
"And... What about the... um The Hunter?" Grizzly asked again.
"I have special plans for that little rodent. I will make sure he gets what is coming to him for stepping in Wilson Fisk's path." Fisk said getting serious.
Sarge and the elite soldier entered the room immediately after Fisk said that. They took a seat at the table and both got comfortable.
"Where is Snipez?" Fist asked angrily.
"He was caught..." Sarge said looking Fisk dead in the eye.
"... And the blueprints?" Fisk asked, cracking his knuckles.
Sarge put the briefcase onto the table and opened it. He pulled out blueprints for a suit that looked like a human spider. He passed them down to Fisk and he began to look them over.
"We could make some modifications here and there but it will be very great. Very great indeed." Fisk said calming down.
The scientist they were waiting on soon entered the room. He pushed up his glasses and took a seat.
"Ah, boys, let me introduce you to the top guy in my factory. His name is Wilbur Day. When I need something made, he makes it. He helped design your suit Grizzly. He is going to make these blueprints come to life. Also, he is working on a little something of his own, which I am helping him fund." Fisk said smiling at his favorite employee.
The blueprints were passed down to Day and he started to inspect them closely, "Any adjustments you would like me to make sir?" He asked Fisk.
"I do have some yes, but we will discuss that privately. For now boys, we can call it a day. Sarge, stay behind please." Fisk said, standing up.
Grizzly, Wilbur Day, and the elite soldier exited the meeting room. Sarge stayed sat in his chair as Wilson Fisk walked over to him.
"What do ya need boss?" Sarge asked in a cocky tone.
Fisk looked Sarge up and down. He raised his leg and kicked Sarge in the chest, knocking him over in his chair. The back of Sarge's head hit the ground hard. Fisk picked him up by his shirt and threw him at the table. Sarge landed on the table, causing it to break. He began to pick himself up, but his arms were shaky and he was bleeding from the side of his head.
"I understand you want to be top dog Sarge, but being an arrogant, cocky, dumbass, and getting your own partners locked up is not the way to go." Fisk said furious with his mercenary.
Sarge rolled over and looked at his boss. He put both his hands together in a praying manor, as in to say don't kill me. Fisk adjusted the cuff-links on his jacket and picked up Sarge.
"You get your shit together or you're dead." Fisk said, walking out of the meeting room.
"I can't believe it worked!"
Quentin Beck was standing in his apartment staring at the costume he had fallen in love with. He was in shock over the fact that he was able to get his revenge. He was even more shocked that all his gadgets worked without a single flaw. The cherry on top was that he found a way to escape the wrath of The Hunter and sent him away due to the illusions.
"What will i do next?" Beck asked himself, stroking his chin.
He loved being the bad guy for some reason. Having all the people scream in terror because of him. He made them scared of him. He put fear into them with his creation, and he couldn't wait to do it to others.
"The illusions I'll make people see, the things I will destroy. I will help out this world, by fixing all the errors they have caused. All their wrongs I shall right. Like The Hunter, I will make him be no more." Quentin Beck said, rubbing his hands evilly, still looking at the costume.
Robert Farrell arrived home after his mediocre robbery. He had gave the money to a guy he knows who provides him with new material to help build his devices. He had lots of little siblings and he had to help raise them since he had no dad and his mom was always working. He got to his room and put down the bag of new stuff. He looked over at his desk, which he used as a makeshift work bench. On it was one of his favorite skateboards that he was upgrading. It had rockets on the back that would propel it at super high speeds. He made it so it was magnetic, and next to the board was headphones and a walk-man. This helped him control the board whenever he decided he was going to use it. Next of the things on his workbench were yellow gloves. He made it so that when he threw a punch with those on, it was a super powered punch. The thing he had to finish were gauntlets that would fire rockets.
"Time to get to work." He said grabbing the bag and sitting down at his desk.
He doesn't know how he was this smart but he accepted it. He knew exactly why he made these devices though. He didn't care what he would be labeled as in the future, but he had a goal and he set out to accomplish it.
Kraven The Hunter sat in the meeting room for his TV show. They had been all over the world and needed a new idea of something to be hunted. The executives were in a deep discussion about what they should have be hunted next. Kraven, instead of listening, was reading papers from around the world. One article talked about The Hunter defeating someone named Spot. Kraven got upset reading the article.
"I am the best hunter this world has seen, not this shit." Kraven said throwing down the paper.
The executives looked at him and then down at the paper. They huddled together and began whispering different things to each other.
"Boss?" One of the executives said.
"Yes?" Kraven said, his Australian accent very noticeable.
"We are headed to Manhattan." Another executive said.
Villains, villains, and more villains. This chapter followed all the antagonists that I could fit. Hunter is getting more and more over whelmed with possible threats. Fred Myers was caught doing something not good obviously. What suit will Wilbur day be making? And what project is he working on for himself. Anyway, Love you all!