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Hunters
They had been friends since they were children. Strawberry "Berry" Allen, Oliver Queen, Carter Hall, and Slade Wilson had all enjoyed their games together as children. They all grew into extremely strong athletes. They had all become hunters, and had a major prime time show produced together. Wilson managed the show's finances. They called themselves The Predators.
Each had a specialty. Berry's specialty was her speed. She was faster than anyone in the Olympics, and often ran down whatever her quarry. She was a fiery red head that had one great vice. She was incurably lecherous. Even her close friends were not safe from her roving hands. She was even rumored to be bi, but she never confirmed or denied the allegations. She had an incredible body and a long red mane.
Oliver Queen's specialty was archery. He had admired the hero known as Hawkeye his entire life, so he took up the same skill. They said he could hit any target from any range. He most often took out his targets from nearby trees. He liked working the way he did. He said that since there was no actual mechanics involved, it was more fair to whatever he was hunting. He was annoyingly strict about being fair. He was a tall one with blonde hair.
Carter Hall utilized a hawk. He loved animals of all kinds. Anything he hunted he prayed to. He thanked if for dieing for him. Most thought him a little creepy, but his friends knew he just believed that everything had a soul, and hunting was an art. He also possessed blond hair, but blue eyes.
Wilson's specialty was with firearms. He was an expert in all kinds of modern weaponry. He even bragged that he had studied the working of newer missiles and bombs. He was the kind of guy that, unless you knew him really well, you didn't want to share a room with him. Slade's hair was died a shining platinum.
Incredibly all of this was accomplished before any of them turned seventeen. Slade was viewed as a prodigy, and the others as prodigiously talented. Oliver was the youngest, at fourteen, with Carter at sixteen, and Slade and Berry both at fifteen. They had a tutor to keep them up to speed on all of their studies. All the while they were all growing bored. Their hunts were no longer fulfilling their adolescent craving for adventure and fun. That was when someone made them an offer.
"Ollie!" Berry called out. "I'm SO bored, can't we go to a club or something tonight?"
"You know we can't," Oliver said, not even looking up from his book, Animal Farm. "Things being as they are, no one would buy any fake ID's you could come up with."
"Argh!" Berry growled. "Do you have to be so straight-laced?" She plopped down next to him on the couch. After a moment a wicked smile spread across her face. "Of course," she said leaning against him. "We could find something to do around here." She ran a finger seductively down his chest.
"Down girl. Bad Berry," said Carter as he walked in with Jeffery, his Hawk, on his shoulder.
She leaned back. "I can't help it," she cooed. "I'm the fast girl alive, in more than one sense." She winked at Carter.
"Attention on deck!" Slade yelled as he came in. "We gotta guest!" behind him, a large man walked in. he was more than just large, he was huge. Most would think he was fat, but the truth was Wilson Fisk was extremely strong.
"This is Wilson Fisk," Slade introduced. "He said he has a proposal for us."
"What kind of proposal?" Berry asked looking at him, she was randy, but not THAT randy.
"I have heard that you all seek more... adventure in your lives," Wilson Fisk said with an unfathomable smile.
"Well when you reach the top of your game at fourteen..." Oliver said with an uninterested smile
"What if I offered to promote you to a new world. One where your wildest dreams can come true." Fisk's smile grew darker by the minute.
"And in return?" asked Carter.
"Maybe a favor or two, nothing any of you would have an objection to obviously." Fisk sounded like he was selling a used car.
"How would you bring us to this new world?" asked Berry curiously.
"I would take your abilities, and enhance them. Your powers are incredible for humans, but as we all know, they dull in comparison to the super-humans that are out there. Mutants, sorcerers, scientists. You are all but human, against these people, you would be powerless. Hopeless."
"What do you suggest?" Oliver asked.
"I can grant you what you need to be on par with them. However you choose. You can alter your genetic structure, add to your arsenal, whatever you wish to enhance your power." Fisk then held a hand. "Oh, I will have an immediate request of you. There is a young lady I would wish you assist. She is... foreign, and knows little of our ways. I was hoping you would help her grow into the force that all of you are."
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"This is incredible!" Carter exulted. He flexed his new large wings. "I love this!" Carter had allowed his genes to be spliced so that he had the wings and senses of a hawk. He could now fly.
"Tell me about it!" Slade Wilson called as he tried out his new robotic body. He had transferred his mind into a fully articulated android body that perfectly matched his own.
"Sweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweet" called the red blur running around the room. The blur skidded to a stop. Berry pumped her hands into the air. She had had her metabolism sped up to such a degree, that she rivaled the legendary speed of the mutant Quicksilver.
"Well I guess this stuff is pretty impressive," said Oliver with a frown. He picked up the super technology arrows he had been given. He had refused to let anyone do anything to his body. It was his bizarre sense of fairness playing around again.
A door slid open and in walked a girl. She wore a purple skirt, and purple halter-top. Her eyes were a sparkling emerald green. Her hair was a bright flaming orange. Her skin also seemed to have an orange tint to it. She put her hands in front of her, her eyes darting around, yet never making contact with anyone.
Fisk had been watching the young ones test out their new powers. He stretched his hand to the girl, "And this is the young lady I told you about earlier. Her name is Coriander."
Carter and Slade picked their jaws of the floor, and moved to introduce themselves, but Berry beat them both to it. Berry zipped up to the young girl. "Hey there hot-stuff, I'm Strawberry Allen, but you can call me Berry just like everyone else, you cancallmeloverifyoulike."
Oliver, who had managed not to game at the gorgeous new girl shook his head and said, "You'll have to forgive Berry. She had a diesel powered libido, even before her change."
Berry stuck her tongue out at him, but smiled at the same time. Carter bowed to the girl, "I'm Carter Hall, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Slade Wilson," yelled the young hunter. "How are you?"
The girl didn't even make eye contact. She hadn't made a sound. Her head was still bowed and she looked so scared.
"You may speak Coriander," Fisk almost commanded.
"Greetings. It is an honor to be welcomed so warmly to your world." Her voice almost squeaked.
"You don't have to be afraid," Oliver said, concern falling over his face. He stood up and walked to the girl.
"I'll leave the five of you to get acquainted. I shall return," Fisk said walking out with such a pompous air.
"How may I serve you?" Coriander asked once Fisk had left the room.
"Serve?" asked Berry. "Well I can think of a few ways," she said with a waggle of her eyebrows.
"As you wish," Coriander said as she reached around to the fastener of her skirt.
"Whoa!" Carter said stopping her hands. "She wasn't serious... at least I know she didn't mean right now."
She looked up confusedly. "What do you wish me to do?"
"What do you want to do?" asked Slade, still wishing she had finished disrobing. She looked to be older than any of them. At least seventeen.
"I ... I want to go home," she said with tears starting to run down her cheeks.
"Can't you go home?" asked Berry, in a rare serious moment.
"No, my parents... they sold me to save the kingdom."
"SOLD YOU?!" Carter exclaimed in disgust.
"Yes, to save our world, my parents sold me. Then I was sold to Master Fisk" Coriander's explanation, though it sounded strange, sounded to the young teens like it just had to be true. "Master Fisk says that I have much to learn of this world. He says that in this part of your world, people cannot be sold. He says he bought me to free me... but on my world we have a saying... Rayshar Vok Tushar. New lord, same as the old." She wept openly now.
"Why do you keep saying "World"?" asked Berry.
"Because she's an alien," Oliver filled in.
"What?" asked Slade.
"You are from another planet aren't you?" asked Oliver.
"Yes," she said honestly. "Weren't you told?"
"No," said Carter.
They spoke for some time when Berry brought up the topic of names. "You know, when those mutants and what-not get their super-powers, they take nick-names. Alternate names. We should do that too."
"I don't know, if I should," Oliver said. "I don't really have any extra powers."
"Neither does the Punisher," said Slade. "And he took a name."
"Fine, whatever," Oliver relented.
"What sorts of names will you be taking?" asked Coriander as she sat on the couch arm next to Oliver.
"I know what my name will be," said Carter. "I'm Hawk-Man."
"Oh! Oh! I got mine!" said Berry. She zipped out of the room and when she returned she was in a trench coat. "I am..." dramatic pause. "The Flash!" she opened her coat to Carter who proceeded to blush brightly. She zipped away and returned in a normal looking outfit.
"Deathstroke," Slade said simply as he looked at the weapons in his built in arsenal.
"That's awful grim," said Oliver.
"You go with what works," he said simply. "And what about you, oh fearless leader?"
"You guys pick," he said as he laid back into the couch.
"Well judging by the way you play into your Irish heritage," Berry said, referring to his constantly green attire. "Maybe Robin Hood."
"One; that's taken," he said. "Two; he was British. And three; I don't rob people."
"Well given your talents, and attire," Coriander said. "Perhaps you should be called the Green Arrow?"
"Sounds good to me," Oliver said with a shrug.
"Thank you," Coriander said with a smile to him. Upon seeing the smile, Slade frowned. Jealousy crept into his heart.
"What about you Cory?" Berry, now the Flash, asked.
"Well with a head of hair like that," Carter said, "Maybe Fire?"
"Naw, needs something more," Berry said waving her hand dismissively.
"How about," Oliver suggested. "Star Fire?"
She smiled at Oliver again, "That sounds really nice."
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Months passed, and Fisk flaunted his new team of teenage super- heroes. The Flash, Hawk-Man, Deathstroke, Green Arrow, and Star Fire became even bigger celebrities than The Predators had been. The press began calling them the Teen Titans.
Unfortunately things were not as happy as they could be. Slade was angry, that the first new girl he had really gotten to know in a long time seemed, in his mind, to be falling for his oldest friend. Berry was sleeping with any celebrity who didn't mind an underage fling. Coriander was coming more out of her shell, but the truth was she was in love with Oliver. She clung close to Oliver at all times. Even in battle, where she proved to be quite strong, she was always near Green Arrow. Carter was always flying off, confused and distraught by strange dreams.
It wasn't until Fisk ordered them to attack Spider-Man, that they objected. They ran. Deathstroke went off on his own. They were afraid of what he was going to do. He talked about going back to Fisk, or finding Punisher. All he knew was that he wanted nothing more to do with his oldest friends.
Hunters
They had been friends since they were children. Strawberry "Berry" Allen, Oliver Queen, Carter Hall, and Slade Wilson had all enjoyed their games together as children. They all grew into extremely strong athletes. They had all become hunters, and had a major prime time show produced together. Wilson managed the show's finances. They called themselves The Predators.
Each had a specialty. Berry's specialty was her speed. She was faster than anyone in the Olympics, and often ran down whatever her quarry. She was a fiery red head that had one great vice. She was incurably lecherous. Even her close friends were not safe from her roving hands. She was even rumored to be bi, but she never confirmed or denied the allegations. She had an incredible body and a long red mane.
Oliver Queen's specialty was archery. He had admired the hero known as Hawkeye his entire life, so he took up the same skill. They said he could hit any target from any range. He most often took out his targets from nearby trees. He liked working the way he did. He said that since there was no actual mechanics involved, it was more fair to whatever he was hunting. He was annoyingly strict about being fair. He was a tall one with blonde hair.
Carter Hall utilized a hawk. He loved animals of all kinds. Anything he hunted he prayed to. He thanked if for dieing for him. Most thought him a little creepy, but his friends knew he just believed that everything had a soul, and hunting was an art. He also possessed blond hair, but blue eyes.
Wilson's specialty was with firearms. He was an expert in all kinds of modern weaponry. He even bragged that he had studied the working of newer missiles and bombs. He was the kind of guy that, unless you knew him really well, you didn't want to share a room with him. Slade's hair was died a shining platinum.
Incredibly all of this was accomplished before any of them turned seventeen. Slade was viewed as a prodigy, and the others as prodigiously talented. Oliver was the youngest, at fourteen, with Carter at sixteen, and Slade and Berry both at fifteen. They had a tutor to keep them up to speed on all of their studies. All the while they were all growing bored. Their hunts were no longer fulfilling their adolescent craving for adventure and fun. That was when someone made them an offer.
"Ollie!" Berry called out. "I'm SO bored, can't we go to a club or something tonight?"
"You know we can't," Oliver said, not even looking up from his book, Animal Farm. "Things being as they are, no one would buy any fake ID's you could come up with."
"Argh!" Berry growled. "Do you have to be so straight-laced?" She plopped down next to him on the couch. After a moment a wicked smile spread across her face. "Of course," she said leaning against him. "We could find something to do around here." She ran a finger seductively down his chest.
"Down girl. Bad Berry," said Carter as he walked in with Jeffery, his Hawk, on his shoulder.
She leaned back. "I can't help it," she cooed. "I'm the fast girl alive, in more than one sense." She winked at Carter.
"Attention on deck!" Slade yelled as he came in. "We gotta guest!" behind him, a large man walked in. he was more than just large, he was huge. Most would think he was fat, but the truth was Wilson Fisk was extremely strong.
"This is Wilson Fisk," Slade introduced. "He said he has a proposal for us."
"What kind of proposal?" Berry asked looking at him, she was randy, but not THAT randy.
"I have heard that you all seek more... adventure in your lives," Wilson Fisk said with an unfathomable smile.
"Well when you reach the top of your game at fourteen..." Oliver said with an uninterested smile
"What if I offered to promote you to a new world. One where your wildest dreams can come true." Fisk's smile grew darker by the minute.
"And in return?" asked Carter.
"Maybe a favor or two, nothing any of you would have an objection to obviously." Fisk sounded like he was selling a used car.
"How would you bring us to this new world?" asked Berry curiously.
"I would take your abilities, and enhance them. Your powers are incredible for humans, but as we all know, they dull in comparison to the super-humans that are out there. Mutants, sorcerers, scientists. You are all but human, against these people, you would be powerless. Hopeless."
"What do you suggest?" Oliver asked.
"I can grant you what you need to be on par with them. However you choose. You can alter your genetic structure, add to your arsenal, whatever you wish to enhance your power." Fisk then held a hand. "Oh, I will have an immediate request of you. There is a young lady I would wish you assist. She is... foreign, and knows little of our ways. I was hoping you would help her grow into the force that all of you are."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"This is incredible!" Carter exulted. He flexed his new large wings. "I love this!" Carter had allowed his genes to be spliced so that he had the wings and senses of a hawk. He could now fly.
"Tell me about it!" Slade Wilson called as he tried out his new robotic body. He had transferred his mind into a fully articulated android body that perfectly matched his own.
"Sweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweetsweet" called the red blur running around the room. The blur skidded to a stop. Berry pumped her hands into the air. She had had her metabolism sped up to such a degree, that she rivaled the legendary speed of the mutant Quicksilver.
"Well I guess this stuff is pretty impressive," said Oliver with a frown. He picked up the super technology arrows he had been given. He had refused to let anyone do anything to his body. It was his bizarre sense of fairness playing around again.
A door slid open and in walked a girl. She wore a purple skirt, and purple halter-top. Her eyes were a sparkling emerald green. Her hair was a bright flaming orange. Her skin also seemed to have an orange tint to it. She put her hands in front of her, her eyes darting around, yet never making contact with anyone.
Fisk had been watching the young ones test out their new powers. He stretched his hand to the girl, "And this is the young lady I told you about earlier. Her name is Coriander."
Carter and Slade picked their jaws of the floor, and moved to introduce themselves, but Berry beat them both to it. Berry zipped up to the young girl. "Hey there hot-stuff, I'm Strawberry Allen, but you can call me Berry just like everyone else, you cancallmeloverifyoulike."
Oliver, who had managed not to game at the gorgeous new girl shook his head and said, "You'll have to forgive Berry. She had a diesel powered libido, even before her change."
Berry stuck her tongue out at him, but smiled at the same time. Carter bowed to the girl, "I'm Carter Hall, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Slade Wilson," yelled the young hunter. "How are you?"
The girl didn't even make eye contact. She hadn't made a sound. Her head was still bowed and she looked so scared.
"You may speak Coriander," Fisk almost commanded.
"Greetings. It is an honor to be welcomed so warmly to your world." Her voice almost squeaked.
"You don't have to be afraid," Oliver said, concern falling over his face. He stood up and walked to the girl.
"I'll leave the five of you to get acquainted. I shall return," Fisk said walking out with such a pompous air.
"How may I serve you?" Coriander asked once Fisk had left the room.
"Serve?" asked Berry. "Well I can think of a few ways," she said with a waggle of her eyebrows.
"As you wish," Coriander said as she reached around to the fastener of her skirt.
"Whoa!" Carter said stopping her hands. "She wasn't serious... at least I know she didn't mean right now."
She looked up confusedly. "What do you wish me to do?"
"What do you want to do?" asked Slade, still wishing she had finished disrobing. She looked to be older than any of them. At least seventeen.
"I ... I want to go home," she said with tears starting to run down her cheeks.
"Can't you go home?" asked Berry, in a rare serious moment.
"No, my parents... they sold me to save the kingdom."
"SOLD YOU?!" Carter exclaimed in disgust.
"Yes, to save our world, my parents sold me. Then I was sold to Master Fisk" Coriander's explanation, though it sounded strange, sounded to the young teens like it just had to be true. "Master Fisk says that I have much to learn of this world. He says that in this part of your world, people cannot be sold. He says he bought me to free me... but on my world we have a saying... Rayshar Vok Tushar. New lord, same as the old." She wept openly now.
"Why do you keep saying "World"?" asked Berry.
"Because she's an alien," Oliver filled in.
"What?" asked Slade.
"You are from another planet aren't you?" asked Oliver.
"Yes," she said honestly. "Weren't you told?"
"No," said Carter.
They spoke for some time when Berry brought up the topic of names. "You know, when those mutants and what-not get their super-powers, they take nick-names. Alternate names. We should do that too."
"I don't know, if I should," Oliver said. "I don't really have any extra powers."
"Neither does the Punisher," said Slade. "And he took a name."
"Fine, whatever," Oliver relented.
"What sorts of names will you be taking?" asked Coriander as she sat on the couch arm next to Oliver.
"I know what my name will be," said Carter. "I'm Hawk-Man."
"Oh! Oh! I got mine!" said Berry. She zipped out of the room and when she returned she was in a trench coat. "I am..." dramatic pause. "The Flash!" she opened her coat to Carter who proceeded to blush brightly. She zipped away and returned in a normal looking outfit.
"Deathstroke," Slade said simply as he looked at the weapons in his built in arsenal.
"That's awful grim," said Oliver.
"You go with what works," he said simply. "And what about you, oh fearless leader?"
"You guys pick," he said as he laid back into the couch.
"Well judging by the way you play into your Irish heritage," Berry said, referring to his constantly green attire. "Maybe Robin Hood."
"One; that's taken," he said. "Two; he was British. And three; I don't rob people."
"Well given your talents, and attire," Coriander said. "Perhaps you should be called the Green Arrow?"
"Sounds good to me," Oliver said with a shrug.
"Thank you," Coriander said with a smile to him. Upon seeing the smile, Slade frowned. Jealousy crept into his heart.
"What about you Cory?" Berry, now the Flash, asked.
"Well with a head of hair like that," Carter said, "Maybe Fire?"
"Naw, needs something more," Berry said waving her hand dismissively.
"How about," Oliver suggested. "Star Fire?"
She smiled at Oliver again, "That sounds really nice."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Months passed, and Fisk flaunted his new team of teenage super- heroes. The Flash, Hawk-Man, Deathstroke, Green Arrow, and Star Fire became even bigger celebrities than The Predators had been. The press began calling them the Teen Titans.
Unfortunately things were not as happy as they could be. Slade was angry, that the first new girl he had really gotten to know in a long time seemed, in his mind, to be falling for his oldest friend. Berry was sleeping with any celebrity who didn't mind an underage fling. Coriander was coming more out of her shell, but the truth was she was in love with Oliver. She clung close to Oliver at all times. Even in battle, where she proved to be quite strong, she was always near Green Arrow. Carter was always flying off, confused and distraught by strange dreams.
It wasn't until Fisk ordered them to attack Spider-Man, that they objected. They ran. Deathstroke went off on his own. They were afraid of what he was going to do. He talked about going back to Fisk, or finding Punisher. All he knew was that he wanted nothing more to do with his oldest friends.