Guardian: My city, my protectorate
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan and PREDATOR are owned by FOX as well as Aliens and Brimstone.
Summary: 1 year after his defeat by HOMe and acceptance from the Morlocks, Vile has found his way to LA and adopted it as his home after a fateful night full of tragedy.
Aaron: Eh, that's a pretty good analogy, but I never could see Venom as a good guy. Vile's more like a mentally disturbed kid with the survival mindset of Riddick. But thanks for the review!
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As I made my way through the sewers I found myself circling around a drain pipe. I had been circling it all day, but I could not understand why, it was as if something magnetic was drawing me there. It took me awhile to get used to the odd feeling of this strange attraction, but when I did I peeked out from the drain. Across the street I saw a building made of stone and its windows were colored, stained if you will. It's doors to were large, almost massive even compared to me, yet despite it's frightening appearance it gave off a warm feeling of contentment. The magnetic feeling increased as I stared at the building. For whatever reason, something was drawing me to the building that humans call a church.
I decided it was best to enter the back way, since I am not the most aesthetically pleasing person to humans. As I managed to get myself through the door however, I felt another's presence. I froze when I entered and scanned the room. I found the person at an alter of some sort, apparently he was reading something to the lack of people in the room, of course considering he was blind that made it all the more hilarious. I couldn't help but chuckle, bad move on my part.
"Is there something funny young man?" He turned directly towards me, and I froze again.
"Besides the empty room, no." I said as I tried to find a place to sit.
"It's called practice young man." He came down from the alter, guiding himself with a cane. "There is something troubling you, isn't there?" He smiled, his dark skin and snow white hair making it a little more comforting to someone like me. "You may speak freely in the house of God young man."
"I'd rather not here. Someone might see me…" I was nervous, could you blame me though? I'm almost eight feet tall and look like a giant bug to humans.
"Oh, I know another young man with very similar issues." He turned and guided me towards a back room where he motioned for me to sit. "Tell me what is on your mind."
"Not much. Just the question of why you humans are so savage towards each other." I grasped part of the ceiling.
"Ah, well my young friend I consider mutants humans too. You have no need to fear hatred in this house of God."
"I'm no mutant. I'm not even sure if I could be called human anymore." I stared out the window at a mother and her child, somewhere deep in my chest I felt a pang of sadness and longing. I had been robbed of that joy, knowing my parents.
"Then what are you young man? You have to be a creature of God if you feel that much pain just from looking out the window." I turned to stare at him, how could he have known that? "Surprised, don't be. I've been talking to people with problems like yours for my entire life, there is nothing you can say that would shock me."
I chuckled at that as I began to regale him with my life's story, every last detail.
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Captain Harrigan was siting in his office when the phone rang. He had Otis take the strange tissue down to a genetics lab. The is was supposed to be the urgent response, and he really didn't want to think the worse, so he stared at the picture of his god-daughter Avalon, her mother used to work with him but now the was in a much safer line of work, she was an technician for the department.
"This is Harrigan."
"Captain Harrigan, this is Dr. Wastoff from the Genetics Lab that you had rush a tissue sample. I have a question for you."
"Go ahead Doctor."
"What kind of joke is this?" The doctor sounded angry.
"Excuse me?"
"This tissue sample, it's mainly Human DNA, with some unidentified insect-like DNA, but mostly human. Who put you up to this?"
Harrigan froze for a bit, while his fears of the alien's return were abated a new fear rose. "Doctor, does the human DNA posses an X-Gene?"
"If it did, I wouldn't think this was some sick joke now would I."
"Doctor, that sample was found at the downtown mall."
Silence followed by the flipping of papers, "Jesus, you mean you think what ever this is from did that?"
"Yup. Now is there anyway to rebuild on the computer, what that thing might look like?"
"Yeah, but only if you want to loose your badge. The feds have me working the same case, it's not your case."
"Well then I'll find away to make it my case, then can you do it?"
"Yeah, no problem, but not until then."
"Ok, doc, thanks. Bye." Harrigan sat back in his chair trying to think of a way to make this case fall under his jurisdiction. Little did he know he was about to get that wish in a most lethal way.
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I finished telling my life to the priest, he wore a worried look on his face. Worried, not scared, or freaked out. Worried, no one has ever worried about me before, I guess that mean he does care.
"Quite a tale young man, but I have one slightly more interesting." I paused and let him continue. "About seven years ago I met a man named Ezekiel Stone, a police officer who was brought up from the depths of hell to hunt one-hundred and thirteen escaped souls."
"Why?"
"The devil offered him a second chance at heaven, capturing those souls was a way of redeeming himself."
"So where is he now?" I flipped through one of the many available bibles.
"Maine."
I paused trying to make sense of what he had just said. By all logic he should have either failed and gone back or succeeded and gone to his heaven.
"Before he could send the last one back, he asked god for forgiveness, something no other souls had done. And since God is always willing to forgive, he was welcomed into heaven. But the Devil was enraged and rapped him on earth for all times. Right now he's up in Maine investigating some demon sightings."
I was stunned to say the least. A man trapped on this earth who deserved more. I wondered how many others were like that didn't have eternity. Lost with in themselves and desperate for a sign of love. "Thank you for your time priest, but as much as your God loves me, my calling is to something much to dark for his love."
"Because you killed those men at the mall you mean?" I spun around, my eyes wide with fear, I had not told him about that, he could not have known.
"Guilt is written on you voice young man, that and I know the type. Detective Stone, had the exact same feelings, but he found forgiveness." I slumped into a pile of boxes as he spoke, it was at this time I realized, I had no place to stay.
"As much as I respect and acknowledge his existence priest, I cannot follow his path. My path has always been rage."
"Ant now you find yourself at a crossroads." He held his hands like a balance. "Man or monster. Choose one and the other might just kill you. So you need the balance, just like your brother has found."
"He's not my brother." I closed my eyes, exhaustion was coming over me.
"Of course he is, he cares for you, just as you care for him. If that doesn't make you brothers I don't know what does. No get some rest young man. You may stay here as long as you feel the need." He turned out the light as he closed the door.
I looked at the window and the setting sun. It's amazing how much talking with someone can get you lost in the traces of time. A few hours rest and I would be ready for action, whatever that was.
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Across town in warehouse two officers were answering a call for breaking and entering. It was a meat warehouse. The windows were cracked through on the ceiling, so the officers had assumed the perp had come in from the skylights. When they got in they both split up, and that was their fatal mistake.
In the morning their bodies were found, mangled by several pieces of machinery and that's all it took to make a repentant monster public enemy number one, for a crime he didn't even commit.
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Can you see where I'm going with this? If not, read "HOMe: Trials of relation" to see the sneaky thing I did at the end.