Guardian: My city, my protectorate

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe, Macto and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan is owned by FOX as well as Aliens

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.

AN: Sad not for those who like my other stories. As of now all other stories not related to the HOMe-Universe are discontinued. This includes the Misfit crossover, so I will be deleting those stories. Sorry.

Booyah: Big fight is correct it spans the chapter, involves fighting on cars lots of property damage and much more. As for the little girl you will hear about where she is at the end of the next chapter you won't see her for a while more though. And as for Angel and his crew they help Vile next chapter but you won't see them again for awhile.

Bob: He has a name but it is not mentioned until this chapter, it's called suspense.

Drama

Both Harrigan and I turned to face each other, then just as quickly we went back to back, the Punisher taking a cue from us joined us and cocked on of his rifles, handing the other to Harrigan. The two men looked worried, Harrigan had a reason, but the Punisher had the fear of the unknown to contend with. I on the other hand was keeping my view directed towards the sound, the small amount of pheromones giving me only a slight clue as to where it was. One thing was for certain though, it was not a hunter, but a hunter-born.

"Keep on your guard, it's not what you think." I hissed as I crouched low.

"What the hell does that mean?" Harrigan said franticly.

"It means it's only half of what you think it is." My eyes kept scanning.

"Oh and what's the other half? Barney?" Punisher spat sarcastically. I only gave him a solid look. "Oh." Was his response.

"Oh? Oh is bad from where we stand!" Harrigan was getting more frantic.

"Relax, its part of what he was, which means…" The Punisher cocked his rifle once more. "Easy kill."

I grabbed his gun and pointed it to the gun. "Unfortunately not. They share the hardiness of the hunters, and the blood of what I once was. Not to mention a genetic memory of how to hunt."

"In other words?" Punisher and Harrigan asked.

I looked to my left as I heard a strange clinking sound. It was like metal on bone, but louder. "When I say run, get to the nearest car."

"That'd be mine." Harrigan said.

"Wrong." I said as I turned my head to look at Harrigan's car. On it sat what resembled a hunter-born, but it was horribly altered. It's face resembling the hunter parents. The body once again covered in flesh, as well as the limbs. It still kept it's xenomorphic heritage through it's tail and clawed cloven hands and taloned feet. Then it growled.

"Run." I breathed as I charged towards it, it did the same. From there on out Harrigan and Punisher had their survival guaranteed. Mine however was not so certain.

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As soon as Harrigan and the Punisher saw Vile launch himself at the creature their instincts took over and they ran. They ran as fast as they could to the rear office where the Punisher and Vile had previously met.

"Great now what?" Harrigan asked throwing his arms up in defeat.

The Punisher then whipped out a rope and tied it off to a desk. "Ever free repel?" He asked as he jumped out of the window, holding the rope.

"I'm gettin' to old for this shit." The detective said as he crept out of the window. Below he heard the sounds of struggling as Vile and the creature were fighting, from the sound of things Vile wasn't doing to well. When he hit bottom the Punisher was there, smiling. "Don't say a damn thing." He said between breaths as they ran towards a rather crappy looking car.

"Get in." The Punisher said as he opened the door.

"This piece of crap is yours? Christ, we were better off with the fucked up monster." Harrigan said as he got in. "Now what?" He saw the Punisher fumbling around.

"My keys…" He looked toward the building just as Vile came bursting through the top level and landed on the hood.

"Loose something?" He gasped as he tossed the keys in through the driver side window. The creature shot itself out of the building and landed directly on Vile's back causing an audible snapping sound to be heard. Then it slammed his head into the windshield, the glass hissing as it contacted his corrosive blood.

"DRIVE!" Vile shouted as he whipped the beast onto the rear of the car. The force of it nearly knocking the beast unconscious. Vile drug himself onto the top of the car, groaning the whole way. "Keep driving." He slipped into unconsciousness. Both Vile and the creature had a death grip on the car as it peeled out.

"Great. So what the hell do we do now?" Harrigan asked as he looked out the back window to see the cloven claws of the creature clenching the sides.

"I got something that might hold that damn thing." Punisher said as he weaved at high speeds onto the freeway.

"Oh really, you have something that won't melt on contact with their blood?" Harrigan mocked curiosity.

Punisher shrugged it off as he responded, "Water deludes acid. I got a several hundred gallon water tanks back at my place. Stick him in and bammo cage for the monster."

"And what if I don't know it tries to bash it's way out?"

"You don't know anything about water do you?"

"I know it's wet and makes a good drink."

"Water slows down inertia, that and it's inherently more pressurized than our atmosphere so a punch in water from that thing would be like us flicking each other's ear now. It weakens him."

"Think it's work on him?" Harrigan looked up at where Vile was resting.

"Something tells me no. He's to streamlined, and remember the world he changed on was mostly aquatic, probably has some adaptations to help him."

As they pulled into the city they hear the beast on the back growl, Harrigan turned back to see it's eyes flicker and lock onto his.

"Oh damn." The beast shot it's arms together, collapsing the entire rear of the car into the back seats.

"What the hell! Is the big guy awake yet?" Punisher asked as he grabbed a pistol and tried to guess where Vile's form might be on his roof.

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The bang woke me from my unconscious slumber. It echoed right near my ear, and at first I was pissed, then I saw the creature looming above my slanted form. I tried to jerk away, but the creature clamped it's clawed hand around my throat and squeezed.

"Viiiileeee… Killllll… sissssstersss… paaaaaaaay!" It growled in a disgusting twisted voice.

"What are you!" I screamed as I pried the vice like hands off of my neck and whipped them to the side. Allowing me to slip into a standing position.

"Mmmmmmaaaaactoooooo..." It hissed.

"I asked what, not who!" I went to kick the beast that called itself Macto, but it caught my foot in it's claws and pushed him off the car into a light pole, it followed me with astonishing speed.

As I fell to the ground I saw it come towards me, and with all my strength I threw myself towards the building behind me, an abandoned hotel. I crashed through the doors and instantly felt several eyes fall upon me. I then leapt back towards the beast, ignoring the inhabitants, I needed to take care of business.

I pinned the beast to the ground and used my giant hands to hold it's flailing maw to the ground. It was then that I saw Punisher and Harrigan standing across the street. Punisher was holding some sort of tube and Harrigan was loading it with something, a rocket launcher. As my eyes met the Punisher's his plan was clear, and I had little time to act.

With my remaining speed I head butted the beast with a loud thud resounding through out the area. Slightly disoriented, but otherwise okay I ripped a metal piece from the street grate to my side and slammed it through the beast's chest, it's blood now severally reduced in acidic quality it would take a few more seconds to melt, I bent it to the side and then quickly leapt away and to the roof of the building. Below me I felt the explosion as the force of the rocket sent the body parts of my enemy flying. Ironically it's head landed near my own as I fell into a much needed slumber, I was easily at my weakest, but I did not care. I needed rest.

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A few hours later the dark form of Mister Sinister strode along the tapped of section the police had made. Slwoly and deliberatly it made its was to the ramianing pieces, all other people seemingly ignoring him. As he neared the reamins he plucked what remaind of one rib from his creation. Macto had proven an interesting design and he was not about to abandon it simply because a trigger happy vigilante interferred. All it needed now was a few improvements...