Marvel and DC Horror Legends: Ceaseless Repetition

a fanfiction by Daniel Trump, aka Dalton Lewis

fanfiction is not copyrighted - i don't own the characters. also it has sex, nudity, gay stuff, and all sorts of other controversial topics so be warned.

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Previously - X23 escaped Hydra and killed her Hydra-assigned boyfriend and went to Hawkeye's farm with Colonel Fury. President Alexander Pierce and secretary of state Victor Von Doom control America and the world. Damian and Jonathan are in prison because Professor X said Lex Luthor was innocent and they were guilty.

Part One - Jonathan Kent in Prison

I, Jonathan Kent, sat there, in prison.

Nate Archibald walked into the large, barren room in front of my cell. We had two prison cells surrounded by a large, barren room and guards with guns. I had a bed and a lot of books, mostly schoolbooks. Damian had his schoolbooks and a couple of religious texts about being a demon worshiper. He decided that demons were great this week.

I groaned.

"You worship demons?" I asked.

"Yeah," Damian said. "They are great. They kill their enemies. They fight for what they get in life. Lestat, Louis, Bella, Edward, Elena, Damon. They are great. Vampires are great. I would love to worship them."

"Oh," I said. "I guess."

We had nine guards surrounding our cell. They looked grim, like they were angry all the time. They also refused to let me contact the outside world at first. That amused me.

"I want a lawyer," I said.

"Lawyer, funny," one said.

"A hearing, then," I said.

"Funnier," the guard said. "You're never getting out of here."

"A detective, to review my case," I said.

"No," he said. "Nate will review your case."

"I will review your case," Nate said. "Guilty, rapist, Jonathan, and guilty, racist, Damian Al Ghul, aka Damian Wayne, aka the Assassin Robin, aka Robin."

"I'm not guilty," I said.

"Eighty-nine victims," Nate said.

"Check for fakes," I said.

"No," Nate said. "No fakes, no negative effects, just you."

"No," I said. "Lex framed me."

"Lex is a friend," Nate Archibald said. "He's a loyal Hydra agent. He wouldn't frame anyone."

"He's Hydra?" I asked.

Nate nodded. "Why?"

"Hydra are the bad guys," I said.

"No," Nate said. "They are an organization dedicated to peace and prosperity and furthering American goals. They are the sword of America."

"No," I said. "Pretty sure they're bad guys."

"No," Nate said. "Hydra are listed as the leaders of the heroes."

"Cap won't like that," I said.

Damian giggled.

"Oh?" Nate asked. "Let's check if Cap is a loyal Hydra agent."

Nate texted someone something. He frowned.

"I'll be back," he said.

"Classic," Damian said.

I gave him a fist-bump.

We sat there for another indeterminate amount of time. Damian read from Elena Gilbert's journal. I did push-ups, crunches, and jumping jacks and the like. Suddenly someone appeared in the entrance to the large room that housed our cells. Cameron Phillips from the Resistance against Skynet stood there, looking like the prettiest young lady in all the realms. She wore a skirt and a dress shirt - business proper. She smiled.

"You need a release," she said.

"Yes," I said.

"I need soldiers," she said. "To fight Skynet."

"I am a good person, wanting to be a good hero. I want to be good. I want a chance to fight injustice."

"You are hired," she said. "And your friend?"
Damian smiled. "I'm in," he said. "How are we getting out of here?"

We blinked, and we were outside of prison, and in a town house in Illinois - just north of Chicago about thirty minutes.

"Can you prove our innocence?" I asked.

"No," Cameron said. "I've been hacked. Someone has hacked me. I have to lie about evidence."

"Oh," I said.

"It is a calamity," she said. "I can't prove anything."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry."

"Thank you for your concern," she said.

"How the hell did we get out of there?" I asked.

"We changed reality so that you joined us instead of getting framed," Cameron said. "We changed reality, altered it with our technology. You work for me now."

I, X23, sat in Hawkeye's farm, eating cereal. I like cereal. I looked around. There was a bicycle in the entryway to the home. There were couches and chairs and construction materials for another project to spruce up the home. I ate cereal with corn flakes and balls of grain - honey bunches and so on. They tasted great - I enjoyed eating them.

I looked around. Someone was there, someone other than us.

"Relax, Laura," Hawkeye said. "That's just a Shield agent, skulking."

"Okay," I said.

Someone walked into the room. She was a blonde teen girl with long, flowing, straight hair and a bright, kind face. She said, "Hey, I'm Serena. I'm going to be your roommate. They have us up here in this direction. I'll show you the room if you want."

I nodded and walked with her up to the bedroom. We walked up the stairs to the back bedroom and sat on the bed - there was only one bed.

"Who's on the floor?" I asked.

"No one," Serena said. "No one has to be on the floor. You can sleep in the bed with me. Unless you're scared of me."

"No," I said.

"Good," she said.

We slept together that night, and at some point during the night she started to hold on to me, holding my body close to hers from behind. I woke up acutely and turned to look at her. She smiled.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," I said.

She kissed me straight on the lips. I kissed her back, holding her body close to mine. We held each other close for a long time, just being together.

That morning Hawkeye looked at me. I woke up, wearing only panties. He held an arrow pointed at my head.

"Fake," he said.

"No," I said. "I'm a hero."

"Fake mutant," he said.

"No," I said. "I'm mutant and proud."

"No," he said.

"She's probably a mutant," Serena said. She put a shirt on.

"Professor X doesn't think so," Hawkeye said. "She needs to leave."
"Fine," I said. "I'll leave."

I put clothes on and left the home, walking out of the place. I walked outside to see Iron Man and Captain America standing there, looking at me, hate in their eyes. I walked away from them and kept on walking.

"Bus stop half a mile away," Hawkeye said. "Here's fifty bucks."

"Thanks," I said.

I walked away from the human heroes, ignoring everything, just hating myself, hating life, hating everything. I had been framed.

Cameron gave us our first mission that following day - when we were rested and fed and had finished some initial training.

"Your mission," Cameron Phillips said, "is to extract one of our young spellcasters from a bad situation. His name is Feynriel, and he has been abducted. We don't know who has done it. We don't have any details. His family might know more, or a templar might know more."

"Thanks," I said.

"It's a sword and armor area," Cameron said. "I have armor and a greataxe for you."

"Thanks," I said.

"Go change," she said.

I went into the bathroom to change. There was a girl in the bathroom who appeared there with me. She smiled.

"Let's get this gear on," she said. She helped me to get the gear on. She smiled as we put on the plate armor. "Great."

Spencer James, a medium-build black teenage boy, smiled at me. "This is the part where Lex gets a blowjob," he said.

"Oh," I said.

I walked back to Cameron Phillips, still not understanding what he meant by that.

"This is Spencer James, this is Buffy Summers, and this is Blaine Anderson, and they are your team for the mission," Cameron said. Buffy was a forty year-old blonde woman who was tiny but carried a huge sword and shield. Blaine wore robes and carried a quarterstaff, and Spencer James had a huge greatsword and plate mail painted all black. Blaine looked like a handsome man, twenties, who stood up for himself, and Spencer James was a teen athlete, one of those people everyone envied or hated.

We portaled from the small safehouse in which we stood to a high-tech base with a portal door to the sword and sorcery city of Kirkwall. The room stood one hundred feet tall with lights at the ceiling. The walls were some sort of strong steel. The room contained a number of tables around which people stood and conferenced and discussed issues. There were a number of virtual monitors around the area. There were two levels of areas, a lower level and a higher level. The lower level contained the fighters who went into the field and did missions for the heroes. The upper level held hundreds of virtual monitors with videos of all the heroes and villains and all of their daily comings and goings. I wondered about the morality of all that but didn't say anything to Cameron Phillips. I didn't want to screw this up. About one hundred people were in the room, and there were doors leading to other rooms that required passcards, passcards which I didn't have.

The people above were watching the heroes below. They appeared to be analysts and thinkers, people who were intelligent. I wondered what they thought of me. I was ushered over to the portal which led to Kirkwall. I walked through the portal and saw the bustling city of several million and its bright sun. We stood, the four of us, in the sunlight, with the sun beaming on us, shining with its light. We walked over to an outdoor vendor in Lowtown named Vincento.

"Talk," Buffy said. "Words."

"I don't know what you mean," he said. Vincento offered for sale the worst weapons I had ever seen for sale - iron and wood weapons which could barely do damage to anyone. They were cheap, but nothing could excuse the poor quality of these weapons. No one could win a real fight with these weapons.

"Where's Feynriel?" she asked.

"I don't know," Vincento said. "The more people say…"

"I can help him," Blaine said. Blaine focused, and fire appeared in his hand. "I'm like him, a mage. He can trust me...I'm on his side."

"Okay," he said. "Talk to Samson, in Lowtown."

"Fine," Buffy said. "Samson. Bye." She turned to us. "Gotta find Samson."

"Yeah," I said. "He's this way."

"You just know where he is?" someone asked. We turned, and Varric Tethras, bard, dwarf, archer, smiled and hugged Buffy. "I don't even know where he is just like that."

"I programmed his location into your handler program," Cameron said into my earpiece.

"My boss told me where he is," I said.

We walked through Lowtown in Kirkwall. Lowtown was where the normal people walked and talked and lived their lives. The elves had an alienage towards the northern part of the city; the alienage had a group of elves, living there, living their lives, doing their thing, being who they were. One of the elves, a pale-faced elf, glowered at us as he passed by us, wearing a shirt exposing his lyrium tattoos all over his arms. We passed through this area and talked to Arriani, the mother of Feynriel, an elven woman with cloth clothing and a couple of books on her.

"I can't believe this," she said. "Someone should do something."

"We are," Buffy said. "We're looking for him."

"He never should have agreed to help the heroes," she said. "He should never have agreed to do all that dangerous fighting for those people."

"We'll rescue him," Buffy said. "Don't worry. This is what we do."

We continued onward through Lowtown, past a breeder of mabari, the combat dogs that were so broken because they fought better than most soldiers. Spencer smiled and looked at me.

"What are his orders?" Spencer asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Cool," Spencer said.

We continued walking. I didn't know what had happened.

We made it to Samson. He looked like a greasy-haired man with tattoos and a habit for drugs.

"Yeah, Feynriel came to me, needed to get away from a terminator, real quick, so I sent him to someone, not sure how that went, he didn't have a lot of money."

"Yeah," I said.

"I sent him to Reiner, a rogue at the docks," Samson said. "That's worth money, right?"
I tossed him a gold piece. I had been given five gold for the mission. He smiled.

"Thanks, good sir," he said. "Good heroes, good."

We went over to the docks area. We passed through the rest of Lowtown and into an area where all the ships docked. The pirates and the merchant ships had a clear rivalry here, with the merchants having a lot of money and expensive bodyguards and the pirates having a lot of men with a lot of daggers and tattoos. The ships themselves were marvelous, beautiful ships that had multiple decks and held many people and many goods that could be sent to Ferelden or Orlais for trade.

The warehouse holding Reiner was a large building near the middle of the docks district. We walked in to see her.

I couldn't describe her except to say that she was a scared young girl of fifteen or so, ugly and skinny and human. She tried to push them away and threatened them.

"Don't touch me, I won't go to them, they're Tevinters, I won't go, I'm a mage, you don't want to piss me off, I'll kill you."

"Hold her hands," one of the goons said. A dozen goons, led by Renier, who had two daggers and leather armor, smiled and looked at her. She looked at them and started to chant.

"You know nothing of magic," she said.

She turned from a human into a creature from the worst hells imaginable, a demon that had inhabited her body and combined with her, a transition called an abomination. She had wrinkles all along her face, she stood eight feet tall, and her arms were enormous and powerful. She picked up a guard and ripped his arms off. He collapsed and fell into a pile of his own blood and parts, screaming and screaming. Reneir drew his daggers and attacked the abomination and us, smiling.

"Tevinters will pay for you," he said.

"You're slavers," I said.

"They are," Spencer James said.

I charged at Reneir, attacking him with my greataxe. I slammed my weapon into him over and over, slowly trying to break through his blocks and his armor and do some damage to him. It was slow going, and Olivia - the abomination - had started to attack Buffy, while Blaine had given us super-speed with a spell and was chanting in the back, protecting us from the worst of the abomination's magic.

Buffy chopped the head off of a pirate after blocking both of his daggers with her shield. She slammed her shield into the next enemy fighter, slamming him back into the wall. He bounced back, flipped, and threw a dagger at her, but she dodged out of the way. He predicted her turn, though, and punched her in the face. Buffy fell backwards. He jumped towards her, but she drew a knife and gutted him as she dodged to the left to avoid the charge. The pirate fell to his death, trying to put his insides back in.

Spencer James clearly was the star of the battle. He cleaved through several enemies in the fight's first few minutes, wrecking people while taking little or no damage himself. He ravaged people, knocking swords out of their hands and ignoring attempts to block his greatsword.

Then Renier tried to stab him, and Spencer blocked easily, but then Renier disappeared, and reappeared behind Spencer. Renier stabbed him from behind, digging his expensive dagger deep within Spencer's back and chest. Spencer turned and slammed his greatsword at Reneir, over and over, battering at Reneir, who only had daggers to dodge. Reneir blinked then, and then he disappeared.

"Where is he?" Spencer asked. He turned to me. "Find him, Lex!"

"I'm not Lex," I said. "I'm Jonathan Kent."

The battle was chaos, and one stealthed person seemed to be getting away. Buffy was kneeling, absorbing attacks from the abomination, I was fighting off two pirates, and Blaine was trying to keep us alive and healing Spencer's chest the best he could with his healing spells. Then Reneir opened the door, and Blaine chanted, paralyzing Reneir at the door. He fell to the ground. I ran over to Reneir and chopped his head clean off.

"Thanks," Spencer said. "Thanks, man."

The abomination turned to us. Buffy stood in the other corner, still alive somehow. The rest of the pirates had died. She smiled. "You are little compared to my might," she said.

"You're mighty, but we're pretty," Buffy said.

Spencer punched her in the head with the hilt of the sword. She fell backwards and started to cast a spell. Fire started to fall all around her and us, starting a huge fire in the warehouse. The pirates who were alive still but on the ground screamed and screamed as they burned to death. Spencer hurried for the exit, dragging me with him. Beams began to fall from the ceiling. Buffy and Blaine followed us out. We ran outside of the warehouse as the place collapsed in on itself.

We looked around.

"Next?" I asked.

"The lead was supposed to be in there," Cameron said on the comms. "In paper, it's probably destroyed."

"Oh," I said. "That's bad."

"That's bad," Spencer said.

"Buffy bad," Buffy said. "I'm sorry. That was...that was a mess."

"May I speak?" Blaine asked.

"Of course," I said.

"I just think that if we killed an abomination and a bunch of pirates, which we did, we should at least figure out who they were. I can cast a spell, read their minds, scan their lives, see if they knew anything that can help us, see if anyone was innocent."

"What's that for?" Spencer asked. "So we can feel badly if they were innocent?"
"I want to know who we killed," Blaine said.

"Fine," Spencer said.

"Do it," Buffy said.

Blaine began to channel, and his eyes glossed over.

"They sold Feynriel to Danzeg in Darktown," Blaine said.

"Yay," Buffy said. "Solid call. We're off to Darktown."

"Good," I said.

I, X23, aka Laura Kinney, had my phone. I called several people before realizing that they all believed in Hydra's bullshit - like Professor X did. I decided to run and hide. I didn't know where to go or what to do for money. I called and asked around if anyone knew where my Dad was. No one gave me a straight answer.

I asked around if anyone knew anything about the telepathy getting framed. I found a website from someone named Oracle who had a theory that the telepathy was framed so that the bad guys - Lex, Joker, Hydra - could be cleared. After a few minutes I grew tired and wondered where I was supposed to stay for the night.

Fuck.

I wasn't going to be homeless, was I? I didn't know where to go. I texted Jonathan and Damian and they suggested the Resistance. I called said Resistance and spent an hour on the phone signing up to try to help them fight Skynet. I didn't know who Skynet was, but I sure wanted to fuck him up something fierce.
They picked me up and took me to a base where I got a rifle and armor and stood at a door, guarding it from attack. Inside the door was someone named Kate. I didn't know who that was. She was a thirty-five year old woman with blonde hair and an assertive voice. She sounded smart and talented.
After an hour some alarms went off and I heard shooting. I saw a machine, a machine with metal limbs and lots of plasma guns, start to shoot at us. I shoot back, and I dodged his attacked. Kate erupted from the office, shooting at it with an assault rifle. I shot over and over at it and then reloaded. The terminator shot the other person guarding the door and two doctors who were walking through the area. I shot it over and over. It turned to me and I dodged around, using acrobatics to make me a harder target. I used the tables in the common area around me as cover and made his shot harder. Then, suddenly, he died, the hundreds of rounds into him doing away with his chassis and ending him.

Kate turned to me. "You're promoted," she said. "You're my lead fighter now. What's your name? What do they call you?"

"Laura Kinney, X23," I said. "I was framed because the telepathy was framed. I'm a mutant but no one will admit it."

"I admit it," Kate said, "and I bet I can check that telepathy for you, too. Come on in, let's chat about your new responsibilities."

Danzig was in Darktown, aka Undertown, aka the place where the criminals and the outcasts lived. He was enslaving people there to sell to his home country of the Tevinter Imperium. We walked into the area and heard the loud yelling of the criminals screaming their illegal wares to the people outside. We passed the poison merchant and over to the area where Danzig was supposed to be hiding. There were ceilings high above - we were beneath the beautiful area of Hightown, in the dregs, with the bottom part of society. We walked over. Buffy looked and swore.

"They moved him," she said. "He's not here anymore."
"Oh," I said.

"So we need intel again," she said.

"I'll read their minds again," Blaine said. "Once they are dead."

Spencer and I walked down into the area with Danzig and a dozen of his best friends. He was a large man, tall and strong and with a beard. He had flowing Tevinter robes and gestured widely as we approached.

"More victims," he said. "Put them in irons. They'll make good slaves."

"I'd make a terrible slave. I fight back," I said.

Danzig slammed his quarterstaff into my head, knocking me back. "Shut this buck up!" he said.

I couldn't focus. I knew there was a fight, but I couldn't pay attention to the fight. I got up, slowly, and looked around. Where was I? There was a fight, a man, Danzig. I looked at Buffy, who looked at me and said something, urgently. I couldn't make out what she said. I looked around. I felt another pain and I fell to the ground. I tried to get up, but someone grabbed me and dragged me away from the fight. I remember lying there and not moving. I remember...I remember…

I woke up in a hospital, on Earth. Morgan Reznick looked at me. "You were injured, and now you are no longer injured," she said. "You had a concussion, a big one. You should take it easy for a day or two."

I sat in a hospital bed.

"I remember fighting slavers?" I asked.

"That blow must have hit your head. No, you were injured trying to stop a mugger. He beat you up, and you lost badly."

"No," I said. "Where's Buffy?"

"She's busy," Dr. Reznick said. "She and Lex defeated Danzig, the Tevinter slaver. She and he and Spencer James and Blaine Anderson did it. Lex gave them quite the fight."

"Oh," I said.

Lex Luthor had stolen my credit. He had replaced me somehow and was pretending to be me and stealing my credit for my missions. I looked around. I started to get up but couldn't.

"Oh, as a rapist, you're not moving anywhere," Dr. Reznick said. "Lex caught you. You are guilty. You are in a cell, in a hospital, in a prison. You're not ever getting away."

"Oh," I said. "I suspect that isn't true."

I hated Lex Luthor so badly just then. I wanted to catch him.

"Can you have Cameron Phillips prove the telepathy?" I asked.

"We're on it," she said.

Cameron Phillips suddenly spoke in my earpiece. "Proved it," she said. "Lex Luthor got caught stealing your credit and framing you for rape."

I looked on the internet. They caught him, the Daily Planet reported. They let me out and took me home. It was a short Quinn Jet ride home to the Kent farm. When I got there I screamed. I looked at the news.

"Lex Luthor listed as hero," the news said. No mention of his guilt was listed anywhere on the internet. I was listed as innocent - for now - but so was Lex.

How had he gotten away?
I really, really wanted to know that.