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Review Response:
Hero of the Multiverse (Chapter 1): Hopefully lol, this is kinda an experimental story with an OC of mine going to a different multiverse.
As for Isun and Prime, the Daxamite may have been called by Doctor Strange to combat against the Hulk (or so is the ongoing theory), and for Prime… it's Prime lol, anything goes for him.
hellfire45 (Chapter 1): Thank you kindly, and who knows what will happen to Stark, Richards, Bolt and Strange… technically they still hold all the cards (though Strange is obviously in guilt now about what happened, I think he was even hesitant about sending Hulk into space in the first place, but I could be wrong).
cabrera1234 (Chapter 1): If Isun killed Hulk, nothing would really change. Well, She-Hulk would be in grief and angry but other than that, there'd be no real consequence that I could see for Isun. The rest of the Marvel universe would be stuck between the "heroes" who caused this accident or the new alien hero who just cleaned up their mess.
coduss (Chapter 1): Yeah, Strange was the only one who was guilty about what he did. We don't know much about Black Bolt or his feelings on the Hulk (though given what he suffered at the hands of him…).
OmniPlanckInstant (Chapter 1): Technically Reed isn't "wrong" about Isun or this situation in general, this falls under the category of a rock and a hard place. After all both he and Stark initiated the Superhero Registration Act after another dark event took place, which in theory would've worked. However… things don't always go according to plan.
However, Reed and Stark are left with very little options at this point, so they'll allow this new being to take of the Hulk for them.
Strike the Blood (Chapter 1): I hope so too lol. With all sorts of cosmic threats that linger in Marvel's stars, and the similarities and difference of heroes and villains on Earth, this will be a very interesting ride for the Daxamite.
shadehound9123 (Chapter 1): Lol, everybody's just hounding on Richards, Bolt, Stark and Strange XD. I love it, and thank you for the review.
Guest (Mdhunter) (Chapter 1): Thank you.
Silver crow (Chapter 1): We did talk about Prime's fate in this fic, I just noticed that having the One Above All just make Prime disappear would be dissatisfying for Isun's character development, so I figured on Isun earning his new life one more time. He deserves the only chance to take Prime down himself.
I do have a plan in mind for Prime's ending, that's why I didn't do the One Above All idea yet. Just give me 2-3 more chapters… though Isun might have to deal with Thanos and Galactus… and whoever lol.
Well, Richards is in the middle of developing a new weapon that'll deal with the Hulk and the Daxamite just appeared as well, so I figured wouldn't be THAT focused on Isun. Then again Richards has seen the likes of Thanos and Galactus before… so a teenage Daxamite wouldn't be THAT be of stretch for him to believe, it's more of a sudden surprise is all.
Hm, interesting premise for Isun getting some of Sentry's powers…
Isun's always had that mentality of dealing with supervillains in a permanent fashion, it's just that Isun had no real particular reason to go through with it. Plus he didn't care that much about the Earth like the League, mainly doing it because of Kara and not wanting to get in trouble with the League (which is part of his backstory).
At best, I see Isun going back to the way of his people; which in reality is his true identity and essence, makes sense too regarding the previous story lol.
Who knows, Isun might surprise you with what he does about the Registration Act…
Any thoughts on who want to be the first (main) pairing? XD
blazingpheonix123 (Chapter 1): It's what I do lol. And yes, Sentry will show up soon, he's an important part of the World War Hulk story.
ShowNoFear (Chapter 1): Hey, I haven't seen you around for a LONG time! Yeah, I've come a long way since Infinite Crisis: New Destiny lol, and it seems the kind sentiment is greatly paying off. Thanks for the very kind words and support, I appreciate it.
-Starchild-
Mortal gods… what they called the Justice League. Angels sent from far and above to answer the calls of the meek, to shine the righteous path of justice and equality to who cried for it.
Many names, many names…
But those cries were deafened by their blind ego. Lady Justice, blind as she was impartial, lived to her reputation; forever chasing a foolish dream of prosperity that would never come. Yet that dream caused wars and deaths amongst many, lead by the 'heroes'…
He had suffered under their foolish self-righteousness, played by their ethical codes and morals… The Daxamite had no part to play in Earth's politics, never have heard of the blue jewel until that one faithful day. Now… death followed him.
Mocking him…
A cruel mistress was death…
Or perhaps, it wasn't death that was cruel.
To live was cruelty incarnate, living in constant anguish of your failures. Knowing that even if you had the power to slay gods, that small part of yourself couldn't go through with it.
Rather, he stopped him… Superman… Isun had the one chance in all of the multiverse to end the Infinite Crisis, oh poetic irony was the truest beauty of all; it would've ended where it began- in the Rao system… Krypton…
Her sky-blue eyes were too pure and innocent for Earth, for its people and protectors… for Clark. She was his only reminder to a home the Daxamite was forbidden to return to. He was the symbol of her people, a lifeline that all that she was was still alive. The sad truth was, he wasn't sure if he had taken advantage of her, or if what they had was genuine.
That was his greatest fear.
Raw power bulged underneath his muscular arm, the Daxamite's warrior cry echoing throughout the desolate city, slamming into the Green Scar's stomach with the power to rupture a full star. Neon green eyes glared through the pain, the Hulk thrived with the suffering that his anger brought, it was the only thing that kept him alive.
His true power.
With the roar of a primal beast, the Hulk raised both fists high above his head, poised to strike the teen foolish enough to handle the strongest there was. As the destroyed city shook with what little foundation was left, the emptiness of a fist alerted the God-King of his opponents disappearance.
You're strong as a Kryptonian.
'Another alien then,' thought the Green Scar, scanning the ruined landscape carefully. 'Hasn't been one where I haven't beaten it within an inch of his life.'
Interesting. I doubt you have any set of powers outside of strength.
"The laser eyes and flight," Hulk mused aloud, standing still on top on a pile of rubble. "I haven't seen that since-" A blur shot past him, and a punch followed, almost too fast for him to detect. But he recognized the power of that strike. Rolling his jaw to dull the sharp pain in his cheek, the Hulk snarled unamusingly. "You must have a better plan than just hitting and running, don't tell me you're running out of steam already?" Another strike landed on his knee, forcing the Jade Giant to collapse in pain, hissing through gnashed teeth.
A figure adorned in silver and crimson appeared in front of the Hulk, furrowed brow observing him. "If I wanted it, you'd be dead already."
Neon green eyes pulsated, knowing the truth behind the boy's words. "You would've done it then. A boy trying to prove himself a man is pathetic to watch, it brings shame to you."
"I doubt you would've just left Earth after you killed them," Isun stated, nodding towards the Baxter Building. "You're all the same… some sad story about someone you love is dead, and you swear vengeance on them. But once you have that chance, you squander it, trying to replace it with something else."
Standing to his full behemoth height, the Emerald King grinned darkly at the boy. "And you? And this Prime fellow? What happens to you after you get your wish?"
The Daxamite gazed at the Hulk, studying the gladitoral armor that he adorned.
"Like I said, you should've taken my offer," the Hulk continued, sliding down the rock pile. "Much simpler than protecting a species ready to spit on you, no matter how much you save them."
Isun snickered, shaking his head in past thought. "I'm not to disagree, but I made a promise to her. That's the only reason why you'll stay alive."
"Do you think they'll welcome you like a hero?" Hulk countered, peering at the Baxter Building. His keen eyes observed his WarBound climbing the great height up the Baxter Building, followed by the faint shaking of the ground. "You're no more a monster than I am, after all it takes a monster to beat a monster."
"What they think doesn't matter. It never has."
The loud, dull thuds of the Hulk's footsteps lightly shook the ground as he got closer to the Daxamite, stopping directly in front of him. "Tell me… with all this suppose power at your fingers, how do you define it?"
Isun's amber eyes fluxed at the sudden question, not entirely sure where he was going with it.
"A gift, a curse, a way of life," clarified Hulk.
"My essence," said Isun after a moment. "My identity… I guess."
"An unmarked grave on this rock will be your identity," Hulk threatened. "No one will remember you or your futile attempts to stop a scorned man from getting his justice. Or revenge, vengeance, whatever damn thing you want to call it."
Exhaling loudly, the Daxamite heard the ensuing battle behind him."I guess we're both monsters. Like you said. And you'll forever be known as that monster, playing right into their hands."
"I've forgone my humanity a long time ago," Hulk stated, his muscles aching for another round.
"I had no humanity to begin with," Isun retorted, his amber eyes sizzling with the raw power of the sun that powered his being.
-Starchild-
Baxter Building
"C'mon Rocky!" shouted The Thing, formerly Ben Grimm.
"We just want Richards, Earthman," the Kronan answered, his only arm poised with a magnificent battle ax.
"Gonna have to go through us to get him," The Thing countered.
"Sounds like fun," Elloe Kaifi agreed, a predatory grin growing wider when the Invisible Woman casted her shields to block the incoming blow.
"Give up, Human. You know you can't stop us," Hiroim the Oldstrong claimed, swinging his weapon at the legs of Wakanda's king.
The Black Panther leapt over the telegraphed attack with utmost ease. "Clearly…" Landing without a sound behind the alien gladiator, the Panther unsheathed his Vibranium claws. "You haven't met your superior, or my wife." Slashing against the Oldstrong's backside, and drawing blood, the pained yell of the gladiator bought the Panther King a few seconds to attack the supposed pressure points of his enemy. The clanging of a dropped weapon alerted both parties of the Panther's innate martial skill.
The X-Men beauty and African goddess of Wakanda provided aerial support against the dual predatory aliens, gusting them away with powerful, unforgiving winds. "All clear, T'Challa." Facing her husband finish disarming his opponent, she landed gracefully on the rooftop.
"You certainly took your time with them," the teenage boy called out, resting his cheek on his hand with a bored look. "Any slower and I would've finished my third lap across the universe."
"Ok, this kid is pissing me off," Johnny Storm growled in irritation. "Hey, maybe you could do something besides sitting on your lazy ass!"
"You're gonna have to ask nicer than that if you want my help, proper manners and all," the teen Kryptonian said, blinking lazily at the insult thrown his way. "Besides, you missed a few." The Kryptonian pointed to the two ongoing fights; one with Susan Storm and Elloe Kaifi, and the other with the Kronan and the Thing. "If you can't even take care of a few C-level villains, then you don't have a prayer of stopping the Hulk."
"And you can?" T'Challa demanded.
Prime glanced towards the Wakandan King, his eyes brightening with confidence. "My dear pussy cat, of course I can!" Sliding off the railing he was perched on, the teen Kryptonian boldly walked towards the Panther. "Funny thing is, you remind me of someone back home; tall, dark and brooding, hiding in the shadows, a bit full of himself," the bright blue eyes of Prime gazed at the King slowly. "Black Panther, right? Probably a better name would be Copycat."
The growing heat from Prime's eyes targeted his opponent, a blast of solar lasers shot from his eyes and turning his foe into ash. The Thing stared agaped at the ashes of the Kronan. "Two birds, one stone. Everybody wins… ah, wait. I missed a few actually." The glowing crimson set their sights on the rest of the WarBound; burning Elloe Kaifi alive, the heart of the Oldstrong thumped in his hand, and the blood goop of the insectoids stained his boots.
Before they could process a thought… faster than a microsecond.
"A Superman is what you need," Prime said smugly folding his arms in front of the Black Panther. "Not some deranged suicidal teen who's clinging to some dead love."
"You're Prime…" She-Hulk said, her eyes widening at the familiar sounding name. Her heart raced, memories of her encounter with the teen fighting her cousin and her talk with Reed earlier. "Something isn't right here…"
"You are a bright one," Prime rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. "I think the whole alien-9/11 combo thing here is pretty obvious that something is wrong… though I could be wrong."
Jen's nose twitched in a snarl, her anger rising with every look at him. "No…" She-Hulk stormed towards the bare-chest Kryptonian, the smug expression growing more prominent when she grabbed him forcefully. "Strange called him here to stop the Hulk, why are you here?"
"You sure Strange wasn't talking about me?" Prime asked innocently. "Besides, magic's a pretty fickle thing really. Can't really trust it. Especially coming from the Sorcerer who shot your cousin into space, right?"
Her grip tightened, her nails trying to dig into his skin. With no such luck.
"You got a girly touch," mocked Prime, grinning beside himself. The following punch against his cheek amounted to nothing. "And you hit like one too."
"... You're wrong," She-Hulk said, inwardly grimacing at the amount of pain that shot through her fist. 'Like punching Adamantium,' she thought.
Brushing the Emerald Beauty away with a slight of hand, Prime smoothed himself. "Look, you have a problem you can't solve so I'll do it for you." He pointed in Reed's direction, the leader of the Fantastic Four was was too busy finishing his project to notice. "I'll take of the Hulk and Isun, and you can go back to destroying more of this place later."
"How do you plan of 'taking care of' the Hulk?" Ororo asked, standing beside her husband.
"Kill him," Prime simply said.
"... and Isun?" She-Hulk demanded, dreading the answer she already knew.
"I think you're smart enough to piece that together," the Kryptonian stated. "It's not like you have any better ideas: you don't have a prison strong enough to contain either of them, hence why they shot Hulk into space. And we've seen the 'brilliance' of that. And Isun, poor guy… he's lost his mind. It's like a space Old Yeller thing."
"You're lying," Jen declared. "Strange wouldn't pick someone to save us who lost their mind."
"The road to madness is a long and slow path," said Prime. "And he's sprinting to the finish line now." Folding his arms behind him, the Kryptonian nodded towards the thunderous echoing booms. "Anyway, I'm surprised you're more concern with some stranger than me killing your cousin."
The heart of the Gamma Jewel ached enough. "I can… live with that. As much as pains me to say so, I will. Bruce is gone… maybe he was always gone." Her beautiful jade brightened with aspiring awe. "However you, while also an ass, seem more screwed up then Isun."
Raising an amused brow at the Savage Beauty, Prime looked beyond her to the devastation below. "That's not saying much… we both exist because of them." A solar light flared its dark crimson color, dying just as fast. "He's wasting his power like this, since there's no sun out. If we're lucky, Isun will kill both himself and Hulk for us."
Jade eyes glared harshly at the Kryptonian's cold words, rushing to the edge of the balcony and getting to leap off…
"Jen!" Susan called out. "Stay here! You're in no condition to fight!" Grabbing desperately at her friend's arm, the Invisible Woman pulled on it with all her humanely might. "You'll only get in the way, Jen. Strange was the one who called them here, give them a chance."
Flushed with guilt, anger, and regret, the Jade Giantess pulled her arm away rougher than she intended. "This isn't right Sue… you know this."
Floating above the heroes, Prime flew towards the ensuing battle between the Daxamite and the Green Scar.
-Starchild-
Dark emerald blood, as dark as obsidian, leaked down the Hulk's, a faint smile curling his lips. "Strange knows how to pick 'em, I'll give him that before he dies."
Bruises and streaks of his own blood stained the Daxamite's face, preferring to conserve his power in the long run. He already wasted enough power with the heat vision, and admitting that the Hulk and Doomsday were similar in their power set, there was no reason why he would waste anymore power.
Running towards the Emerald King, the Daxamite struck at the ribcage with a precise jab; the green behemoth's size would be a disadvantage, much like Clark, the Hulk tended to favor more brute strength. However unlike Clark, the Hulk had no other abilities so he only had strength to rely on. Ducking underneath the wide backhanded swing, Isun leapt and slammed his knee underneath the Hulk's chin, forcing the Jade Giant to stumble backwards, tumbling backwards onto his back.
With an animal's roar, the Green Scar threw a barrage of multi-ton debris at the teen Daxamite. Isun capitalized on his far superior speed, easily disappearing and reappearing after each throw, a grim determined stare looking through the God-King.
Again, looking down at the Green Scar, the Daxamite said nothing. No words, truly, needed to be said anymore. Earthlings only understood the physical actions of violence to motivate, but damn if it didn't feel good! With a swing of a staggering right hook, Isun drew more emerald blood from the Saakarson.
The launch of a godly kick sent the Daxamite flying through the other end of New York City, more debris and rubble raining hellfire from above.
It wasn't the Hulk…
The sick laughter of the Prime Kryptonian ached Isun's bones, his stomach lurching with every fiber to do so. "Oh Isun… what a night!" The lazy landing of the Kryptonian in front of the struggling Daxamite, trying to keep themselves up, eerily reminded Isun of days he rather lose. "You seem to always grasp at the wrong straws; Earth, the League, me… Kara. I can't say it wasn't a fun ride, 'cause it wasn't." The wheezing and cackling of the mad Kryptonian grated in Isun's ears.
Gaining his bearings, Isun stormed towards the Kryptonian with a dark snarl, hoisting him up in the air. His hands around his throat…
"You gonna do it this time?" mocked Prime, his evil smile blooming. "Or are you going to puss out and let someone else die for you?" Throwing the Kryptonian to the side like trash, the Daxamite charge blindly at him, landing a knee strike at where Prime's head should've been destroying the entire floor beneath them. "What's up with you heroes causing so much collateral damage? You're suppose to, you know, actually try and hit me?"
"What do you want?" Isun seethed, mustering enough self-control not to get himself killed.
"I want what I can't have," Prime said. Pausing for a second, the Kryptonian snapped his fingers and closed his blue eyes. "Sorry, sorry… that's you. Me, I can have everything and anything."
"With me?!" Isun shouted.
Prime's smile disappeared, a flat line across his lips. "Nothing… you kept getting in my way, and you paid the price."
"KARA WAS NOT A PRICE!" roared the Daxamite, the swelter of anguish, rage and self-loathing potent in his scream.
"You made her a price," Prime softly said. "You and I know you would've killed me back then, but Superman-Clark- stopped you. Or you allowed him to stop you." Treading softly to the irate Daxamite, Prime stopped directly in front of him. "I'm sure some part of your soul knew I would escape, as did everyone else in the universe that was alive. Yet you were stupid enough to think that would stop me." Isun could feel the warmth of Prime's breath brushing against his face. "She died because of you. You let her die. Your failure, your weakness, those caused her to suffer."
Tears burned against Isun's skin, his shame of looking at Prime; her sky-blue eyes terrified yet accepting of her fate. Kara was stronger than he was. He was still stupid enough to believe he could change fate or destiny… he had become like Bruce in that way.
No… everyone in the League had their tragedies before the League was ever thought of. The Daxamite had suffered his lost of identity after joining them… Kara included. She just didn't know it at the time. The urge to vomit was pushing against his throat, sending a sick shiver down his spine.
Stepping back from the Kryptonian, Isun felt weak. Weaker than usual.
"You're pathetic," mocked Prime, a cold sneer carved on his face.
Glancing at the piece of shrapnel pierced through his armor, in the same place… where Sodam Yat was pierced… A look of shock, surprise and fear adorned Isun's face, his mouth agape slightly.
"Just like Ion," the Kryptonian continued. "Weakness to lead… and some people complain about the weakness to Kryptonite." Grabbing the Daxamite by the throat, and headbutting him until blood drew, and dripping onto the floor, Prime flung the injured Daxamite clear through the building and into one of the few remaining skyscrapers, regardless of how damaged it was already. Blood crimson eyes blasted the building in an powerful explosion, fire and debris raining far across the cityscape.
-Starchild-
Brushing the several hundreds of debris off of him, Isun crawled through the sewage and dirt and grime, poising himself against a large rock. His cousin nearly died from a lead pipe when they fought Prime in San Fransico, and he had the power of an entire Lantern Corp pumping through his veins.
This was how he was to die…
"Better that way," Isun said gently, grunting as the lead shrapnel gave him more pain. "At least… it's over." He never would've stopped Prime, that was the joke. The killing joke. The universe and the multiverse tried everything and everyone to stop the deranged Kryptonian, none came close. Nor any would.
A faint, heavenly light glowed around him. Amber eyes frowned at the odd sight, Isun rubbed his eyes and saw the same light, only it seemed to become brighter. Deepening his frown, his Daxamite mind tried to process the possibilities of what was happening. Looking upward towards the edge of the ravine he was in, Isun felt the curiosity gnawing at him.
No, he wouldn't waste anymore time… just let him die.
Tilting his head in surrender, the Daxamite forced himself up and carefully peer on the other side; some dozens of yards away, he saw the Hulk reaching for someone. Peering closer with his telescopic vision, he saw a figure dressed in some sort of armor.
'Must be one of the people responsible for this,' Isun mused. 'Whatever effect is having hold on the Hulk, it seems to be working. Apparently it must be a kind of light projection that produces pulses of lumens.'
"Hello Bruce," the figured called out, gesturing towards the Saakarson.
"S-S-Sentry," Hulk said gently, his stance easing with every shred of light hitting him.
"That's right, old friend. I've come to help."
"Golden Man…"
"It's over."
"Yes," Hulk said, reaching out to grasp the forearm. "It is."
The shower of sparks and crushed metal dimmed the lights to reveal the unnerved expression of Mr. Fantastic. "Uh-oh…"
A transparent shield protected Richards' from the Hulk's wrath. "Stop Bruce!" cried Susan Storm, hovering overhead trying to protect herself and her husband.
"If I set a bomb, killed your husband. Killed your children, your whole world!" Hulk shouted, hammering relentlessly against the force shields.
"You know Reed didn't-"
The Hulk's deathly glare shut her up. "How do you explain the bomb being present in the first place? That bomb was there since the beginning, it was their desire to kill me. At all costs, it seemed. But the price wasn't high enough…"
Blood spilled down Sue's angelic face, dripping down her nose and onto her lips. "You… you don't have to do this. I know you, Bruce… You're not a-" One loud, godly smash broke through the shield, and nearly breaking Sue's spine in the process. But finally, his prey was before him… helpless.
"I know," Hulk said, smiling in relief. Reaching towards Mister Fantastic, the Green Scar hoisted him to eye level. "He is." Wailing on the devil himself with mutated godly strength, Hulk picked the stretched, wet-noodled body of Richards and slammed with enough force to explode an ordinary man's head. However, it simply knocked Richards out.
"Bob, it's Sue," the Invisible Woman called from her headset weakly, her cerulean eyes barely open. "We've failed. Reed synthesized your energies. Tried to calm the Hulk down. But it didn't work. We need you now. The real you. The hero…"
A shadow loomed over, a kind shadow. Looking weakly towards the young man, bruised and bloodied cheek, and firm amber that oddly soothed her, Sue Storm limply started to fall over. Only for Isun to hold her in place.
"Three down, one to go." Hulk noted. "Time to make the devil pay his dues." Keeping pace with the Daxamite, the Jade Scar readied himself another fight. "Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. Not by you, no, you've done far better than I expected. It's them," the Hulk gestured towards the ruinous landscape. "My own planet can't give me the proper vengeance I deserve, but someone I guess from another universe can… seems only fitting," the WarBound King laughed beside himself. "I'll return the favor of keeping you alive too, since you're too much fun to kill."
Watching the God-King turn his back and walk away, Isun carefully picked up the human woman bridal style. Slowly gaining her bearings, Sue gazed into the warm amber eyes of her savior. "I'm sorry…"
Frowning darkly at the blonde, Isun focused his sights on the Green Scar's back. "Take her back to the building," Isun ordered, handing her to the Thing, who's loud stomps had alerted of his presence.
"Sorry 'bout all 'tis," the Thing said. "Thank you for saving her, and us too…"
Not acknowledging the apology, the Daxamite looked to his right to make sure Prime wouldn't intervene again. Even though that wouldn't matter… if he did, he did. Nothing he could to stop it. Ignoring the pain in his side, Isun pressed forward and blitzed with lightspeed at the Hulk's back, carrying high above the sky and beyond the city limits.
-Starchild-
The smell of cheap cigar smoke and alcohol rang in the otherwise clean air, the signature of the Wolverine. Pacing absently in the expansive courtyard, his animals senses were tingling, alerting him to an unforeseen danger. Nothing he couldn't handle naturally, yet…
A few of the other X-Squirts were out about at night too, not much of a bother normally.
His nose twitched… he caught the scent of the feral beast. The true feral beast. An earth-shattering quake nearly topple the base of the X-Mansion, shouts and screams from the younger students were heard inside the school.
"Damn it to every corner of hell," Wolverine growled hoarsely, stubbing the end of the cigar into his palm. Adorning his signature six claws, the Wolverine was a beast among men; he was the best what he did, and what he did best wasn't very nice. Yelling with a feral cry, the Wolverine charged headfirst into the smoking fray. The signature shadow of the green Goliath was enough for him to see red.
Red and silver, specifically… the blitz of a body being thrown in his path sent both men tumbling and crashing into the stone staircase. Grunting in pain, Logan pushed the other body of him, snarling in distaste. However he barely restrained himself when he saw the injured teen, and seeing the trail of blood from his wound. Switching his gaze from the teen to the Hulk, he knew was amiss.
"This is another Sentry project?" Logan mused aloud before pushing himself up. "As if there wasn't enough stupid kids around here as it is." A blue-furred beast came from behind Logan offering a hand up. "Thanks furball. We have hell incarnate waltzing up our doorsteps, and he's destroyed the flowerbed already."
"We have to evacuate the school Logan," Beast warned. "I saw on the news the events that happened in New York. The Hulk has changed."
"He looks the same to me," Wolverine stated. "But I hear ya, get the squirts outta here. I'll sink my claws into him, they haven't pierced anything in a while." Charging towards the Hulk, Wolverine leapt with ferocity and slashed with all his might against the emerald skin. "Hm, your skin's tougher than usual. Good, you'll last longer than normal."
"This isn't one of our usual throwdowns Logan," Hulk remarked, raising an arm to block the Adamantium strike. "I've found a new playmate now."
"Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?" Logan retorted.
"I'd rather break your head," the Green Scar grabbed the mutant by the throat, reeling his punch back and launching the Wolverine clear through the stone wall and into the small forest. A low growl came from behind the Emerald Giant, a dark glare focused on his new breakable toy. "Come on! Who gets crippled next?"
"H-Holy… What is he?" a blue-haired female mutant with lightweight gauntlets asked nervously.
The animalistic snarl of the dark-haired female mutant next to her unsheathed a dual set of claws on each hand. "A target." Lunging boldly towards the monstrous creature, swinging wide and bold at every vital area she could see.
"Who're you, Wolverine's sidekick?" the Hulk goaded, grabbing the young girl by both her wrists. "You're a couple claws short."
"No…" the metallic 'snikt' from a claw in her foot broke through her boot. "I'm not." Slashing across the soft flesh of his neon green eyes, X-23, the female genetic twin of Wolverine kicked herself out of the Hulk's grasp. A strong pair of arms caught her from behind, more gentle than her previous suitor; however her fighter instinct kicked and lashed out at her savior.
Isun grunted and dropped her, continuing his path towards the blind behemoth. Inhaling deeply, the Daxamite unleashed a short-burst of hurricane force winds, knocking the Hulk into the X-Mansion, and a few X-Men off to the side.
"Are you alright?" Isun asked, looking over his shoulder to the clawed girl.
She nodded, a deep frown focused on the partially destroyed house. "… Thanks. Sorry about hitting you." Isun merely offered a small smile, turning fully to see the same man he was knocked into earlier reappear.
"Laura," Wolverine called out, limping lightly before gaining his bearings. "You better have gotten a good strike on him."
"I did, across the eyes," Laura said, a genuine smile crossing her lips.
The yellow and blue costumed mutant eyed the silver and crimson armored teen carefully. "And I thought I looked bad after the meat grinder," Logan chuckled darkly. "Not quite what you expected is it?"
The Daxamite shrugged his shoulders. "I've been to hell and back."
"Good answer," Logan quipped, unsheathing his claws again. "Welcome to Hell's Kitchen."
Isun snorted quietly, his amber eyes scouring the mansion with his x-ray vision. "Not your first time with him?"
"Nor the last," Wolverine said, calling Beast over. "Hank, you got the jet on the way?"
"Should be arriving now," Hank said, eyeing the newcomer respectfully. "I saw the fight in New York, you've fought valiantly."
"The fight's not over," Isun declared, squinting his eyes at the blue-furred creature. A few seconds passed between the two before the Daxamite disappeared from sight. The sight of children and teens running for their lives was all too normal for Isun these days. He could see the fear clearly on their face, they haven't see this before; war, blood, battle, death…
Few ever did… None came back.
"Get outside, the jet will be arriving," Isun ordered, directing the students of the school to the courtyard. Keeping his eye on the Hulk, biding his time until all the students were outside, Isun defiantly blocked the broken wall leading to the rest of the world.
Rubbing his eyes, the bright green blood trailing down his skin, the Hulk's grin was all the norm. "Clever girl. I like her." The Green Scar kept his distance, nary making a move. Isun noticed this, the Hulk seemed content with where he was.
He was missing something, and he didn't know this universe well enough to know what.
"...I believe you're looking for me," a calm, educated voice called to the left. The roaring of a jet engine drowned out any sentient thought in the area, the winds rustling wildly outside. The older, bald human male nodded his appreciation to the Daxamite, turning his focus to the Hulk. "Now that my students are seen to safety, we can have our talk."
"Professor!" another voice called, this time from the opposite end. A young man, no older than 16 or 17, came from the broken hallway, followed by several students; a red-haired girl of similar age, a blonde woman in her early to mid-twenties, a towering silver man wearing what looked like a clown outfit, a short brown haired girl at least 15 years old with a small purple dragon on her shoulder, and a blue fuzzy elf or demon next to her. The young man, apparently the leader, had his face covered by an 'X' symbol, his posture would declare that his was in charge.
"Go Scott," the Professor ordered calmly, not taking his eyes away from the Hulk. "There's been too much destruction for one night, even by our standards."
"But Professor Xavier-"
"I will not lower myself to repeat my orders a second time," snapped Xavier, his firm stare declaring his will. "You heard me the first time, and that'll be the only time." Nodding, Scott lead the remaining X-Men past the Daxamite, passing curious stares to each other.
"Xavier. You're walking again. I can fix that," threatened the Hulk.
"Yes, I know. You're the strongest one there is… physically," Xavier declared, holding his hands on the sides of his head, closing his eyes in concentration. "But my powers lie in another area."
A psionic blast, strong enough to break into the physical realm, forced everyone including Isun to their knees. The only telepath with that much raw power and skill was the Martian Manhunter; gathering his own skill in Torquasm-Vo, the Daxamite stood back up and held his own.
'Im-Impossible… the Hulk's mind has always been unique… difficult to control. But I've never encountered anything like this. The rage… like an elemental force. I can't overcome it. And the feedback is enveloping everyone.' mentally observed Charles Xavier. Flowing through the endless river of pain, torment, anger, rage, and blood-lust, Xavier continued to search through the haunted memories. "Good Lord, what he endured on that planet… Weakened. Enslaved. The trails he faced… unimaginable. And yet he found happiness. Friends, a kingdom, a wife. A child on the way. So why is he… oh God… no.'
"Hulk, I… I had no idea," Beast said, drawing the Hulk's attention.
"You all saw that, huh?" Hulk asked simply. "Xavier's pals did that to me."
Xavier rested wearily against the remaining piece of a wall, sweat beading on his skin. "Hulk… Bruce… Reed and the others sent you to space, yes. But the bomb that destroyed your city… I can't imagine them ever doing such a thing. But I don't know. I wasn't with them when they made their plans."
The next instant the Green Scar towered above the mortal man, his expression hidden by the dark shadows of his soul. "I know. But according to what I beat out of what Black Bolt, you were supposed to be. You were on the guys they decided was smart enough to play God." The color of neon green dulled to dark blue orbs, flickers of the gamma green sparking. "To decide what to do with me-with me-like I'm a rabid dog. So I'm asking you a question. If you'd been there, when they were debating whether to ruin my life…" The light brown eyes of the leader of the X-Men held firmly against a Godslayer. "How would you have voted?"
'Charles? Let me give you a hint: NO,' advised the sensual voice of Emma Frost.
'I can speak for myself Emma,' Xavier proclaimed.
"Answer me, Xavier," Hulk asserted. "Two seconds. Then I start smashing."
Xavier's eye twitched, a prick of pain shooting through his head. Grasping his head, a loud groan of pain emitted from the Professor.
"Jean?!" shouted Scott worriedly, holding his girlfriend close to him. Her peach-red hair wrangled between her fingers, low moans were a sign that something was going wrong.
At the worst, possible time.
"Scott," Jean whined, her emerald eyes swelling with broken tears. "It hurts… it hurts." The pain in her voice broke Scott more than anything, and he couldn't do anything about it. "It's him…"
"Who?" begged Scott, holding her closer to him.
"ANSWER ME!" roared the Hulk, his booming godly voice shaking the grounds of the estate.
A screech that imploded the far reaches of the stars erupted from the red-haired beauty, a blinding light that could blind gods exploded from her flesh. A celestial entity, like of a fiery bird, towered above the punt mortals in its domain.
"Child of the stars," the fiery entity called out. "Your power is by the flame of the stars, your people worshiped them as gods. The respect of its majesty and beauty, yet are not afraid of its divinity bestowing its graces within your blood. That fire dwindles in you now, a flame that should last eternal… your presence is a long way from home, and you bring the death of war to our plane of existence. He must perish if you wish to avoid another Crisis, be my vessel and eradicate him."
The godly flames of the Phoenix left its former vessel, diving straight into the child of the stars. Her flames should be burning his insides, but it felt… not cold… not hot… benevolent… pure. His amber eyes changed to crimson then to an blazing inferno.
The power of the Phoenix cracked apart his skin, flames coursing in and out of his body. "I am fire and life incarnate! I am the PHOENIX!"
A/N: Hey guys, hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter!
Hopefully you enjoyed the fight scenes here, and the more character driven bits too...
Harem-
Jean Grey, She-Hulk, X-23, Hope Summers, Carol Danvers, Storm, Rogue, Emma Frost, Sue Storm, Enchantress, Sif, Red She-Hulk, Wasp
Power Scale-
Galaxy to Galaxy+:
Superboy Prime
Multi-Solar System to Multi-Solar System+:
Thanos (Base)
Solar System to Solar System+:
World War Hulk (Base strength)
The Sentry
Isun Te (Earth-1/Post-Crisis era)
Thor
Jean Grey (Phoenix imbued)
Hyperion
She-Hulk
Red-She Hulk