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.
Unusual Ally
"So whose the pretty lady?" Punisher asked as he showed Mystique and I the way into his temporary head quarters. I had contacted him earlier in the day requesting his help. I never told with what though. Mystique had taken a human appearance, one that suited her personality, she looked like a businesswoman.
"Her name is…" Mystique cut me off then.
"Raven Dakholme. Nice to meet you Mr. Castle." She said smugly.
"Nice to met you too, Mystique." No sooner had he said it than he spun around and held his gun on her. I simply stepped in and pulled the gun from his hand.
"You two can kill each other later if you want, right now we have other worries."
"Like what, a psychotic mutant terrorist isn't something to worry about?" He snapped at me and grabbed a bottle of whisky and chugged it. I grabbed it and tossed it to the side.
"Yeah, what we have to worry about though is a land adapted, completely psychotic, homicidal, vindictive, sadistic and unique clone of me." I took a long stare into his eyes, when it finally dawned on him he took on look at Mystique and then back at me.
"So why's she helping, what's she get out of it." I let him continue. "She's only out for herself you know, no one else. So what's in it for her?" He asked crossing his arms.
"I get to find myself again." She brushed past us as she made her way in, leaving Punisher speechless. I just smirked as I followed her.
We went quietly for a few minutes waiting for one of us to speak. I took this time to look around his "home" for lack of a better word. In my searching I found a few pictures of what I had guessed to be his family. They were of a beautiful woman and a young boy, with Punisher, albeit a much more happy and less tires Punisher. Before I could think any farther though he came up and took the picture from me.
"You miss them?" I asked, I couldn't help it.
"More than life itself." He rubbed the edge of the picture. "More than life."
"At least you remember them." I had not told anyone of my being a slave to an alien race, it would frighten them to much, but at least he knew his family, mine was taken from me when I was only a child. I was told they were "sent to the gods". I never believed that, why should I they were false gods anyway.
"Maybe… Start talking." He set the picture down.
"Nathaniel Essex, aka Mr. Sinister…" Mystique was cut off by the another voice, male and very foreboding.
"Was hired by one Magneto to create the ultimate biological weapon based on a unique specimen, one he had encountered himself. Since the location of the specimen was unknown I had to create something to track it if you will. From there we discovered a second specimen, one with different traits. We tracked it down and captured it, then we applied DNA altering substances and codings to make it loyal to us. However all the alterations were made in vain, when you Mr. Frank Castle, launched it to the high heavens with your rocket propelled grenade. From there I went to work on cloning it and applying several mutant abilities to its DNA. However something went wrong, the DNA sample I used was contaminated with his DNA and so my machine assumed it was a different project and thus cloned him taking in the layout of the land and applying the most useful survival genetic it could find. From there it destroyed my lab and tried to destroy me." He said all this while walking across the room and then sitting down in a large chair.
Everyone except Sinister grew tense, I could feel it in the air. I was bout to ask what he was doing talking to us, but then he continued.
"It seems though my latest creation is responding another's control. I can't control him, as much as it pains me to say, nor can I stop him. However I can Track him." He gave us a look with a smile, it seemed we had another ally. Although I wouldn't put faith in him at all, I'd rather have that psycho St. John watch me while I sleep.
"Why in the hell should we trust you?" Frank asked, interesting fact he was scratching his head with his gun.
"I'm not saying you should, in fact I advise against that action. What I'm saying is: I'll give you the tracker and you give me a DNA sample." He gave me a look that disturbed even Mystique.
"No, you'll give us the tracker or you'll never see light again."
"Oh come know from what I understand you only kill the guilty, what am I guilty of, why would you kill me?" He gave me a sly superior smirk.
"I never said I would kill you, now did I?" I asked as I came up on him, my own sly grin my face. His disappeared in anger.
"Very well, meet me at the now desolated abandoned whore house that you had to so carelessly destroy, it was a landmark you know." Wit that he got up and left, leaving me with an angry curl on my lip.
"Don't let him get to you." Frank said.
"Yes, that's my position." Mystique supported him. I could only curse under my breath. The slime had the only means of locating that evil beast and we had to get it on his terms. Trap was written all over it. I didn't like it at all.
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AN: Sorry About the shortness, been tired lately.