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Chapter 19:- Deliver The Deathstroke
"You still want to go through with this? Don't you Wilson?" asked Mr. Stone with no hint of concern in his voice.
"Of course, sir," replied Wilson, his drawling voice even creepier than normal as he lay immobile on a bed.
"Good. Because there's no turning back now."
Wilson smiled in reply.
"Alright, Wilson. The chemicals have dilated your senses, your vision may go blurry, hearing a little fuzzy."
"Yes, sir."
"Now. Whatever you do, don't panic."
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Stone walked away from Wilson and pressed a button on a console about four meters away from where Wilson lay.
A large device descended from the ceiling, and covered Wilson's head. Mr. Stone put an earplug in each of his ears, and pressed another button.
A loud, high-pitched humming sound radiated from the helmet, and Wilson groaned in pain as his body seized up and shook wildly. Mr. Stone smiled an unpleasant smile.
The humming stopped, and the helmet raised. Wilson stopped seizing and fell unconscious on his bed. Mr. Stone took the earplugs from his ears and walked over to Wilson. Most of his hair had fallen out, leaving him looking more gruff than ever and the eye patch he wore to cover his lost eye was shredded and torn, revealing the scars that remained from the acid burn that normally were hidden underneath.
Mr. Stone chuckled. "Do you have any idea what I have just done to you Wilson?" He said, muttering to himself more than Wilson. "I have made you the ultimate human being. The high-powered radio waves that this helmet creates have knocked down the barriers in your very brain…" He laughed again. "Most human beings use only about ten percent of their brain. You now have access to almost ninety percent. Think of everything you could do for this company…"
Quicker than lightning, Wilson opened his eyes, revealing one sharp eye and the terrifying socket that his other eye used to reside in. He reached up and grabbed Mr. Stone by the throat, as the veins in his muscular hands protruded more than normal.
"Not for the company…" he muttered, his voice like thunder. He thrust his arm upward, and Mr. Stone went flying through the air to come clattering down on his desk.
Mr. Stone groaned in agony as the desk he fell onto splintered into pieces and the lamp that illuminated the room flew across the room, as it flickered on and off. Wilson stood up, his empty eye-socket giving him a look of nightmares, and viciously flung his fist into the box of needles on a nearby table. The glass syringes shattered, and the shards flew across the room.
Wilson looked down at his hand and saw the shards embedded in his skin. "You did well, Mr. Stone. The pain has already subsided."
"Wilson?" Mr. Stone muttered, gasping for air.
"Don't be a fool. Wilson was an alias. However, Wilson is my second name. My first name… my true name… is Slade." The light flickered eerily as he said the words.
"Why?"
Slade walked up to Mr. Stone, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him upward so their faces were inches apart. "Because you killed my son…" Slade said in a tone that could make a tiger quake in fear before throwing Mr. Stone again, into the wall. The concrete crumbled as Mr. Stone collided with it. The old man screamed for security, but Slade laughed. "I am your security, remember?"
"I didn't kill your son…" Mr. Stone gasped desperately as blood trickled from his mouth.
"No, not technically. But your experiments drove him mad…"
"What?"
"Shall I refresh your memory, Mr. Stone? I was in Vietnam… From what I gather, my son --- Jericho --- went out to fetch some groceries for his sick mother." Slade came closer to Mr. Stone, raising him by the cuff of his collar again. "You took him to be a homeless boy in Gotham City and kidnapped him for your illegal experiments. When the experiment was deemed a failure, you sent him back to the streets, totally insane." Slade dropped Mr. Stone and turned away. "Then, as he stole food for his own survival, Robin, the Boy Wonder, comes along and sends my son off to Arkham Asylum. Where he is tortured, mutilated and killed by a villain called the Punk Rocket."
"You're lying… I checked Arkham's lists yesterday. There's no-one in there by that name --- or alias."
Slade turned back to Mr. Stone and smiled as the light flickered. "There isn't anymore."
"What do you intend to do?"
"Kill you. And everyone else responsible for my son's death."
"You're insane."
"Quite likely. They say there is a thin line between genius and insanity. And as you say, I can use ninety percent of my brain function." Slade turned away, and walked to a small wooden table. He slammed his fist down onto it, and it splintered, sending pieces of table wildly flying around the room. "But thanks to you. I now have enhanced strength, speed, agility, reflexes, and senses. No-one can stop me now."
"You're… wrong…" Mr. Stone muttered as his loss of blood started to effect him.
"Is the hero-fearing scientist laying his trust in Superman… or his own son?"
"Someone will… stop… you…"
"You wish," Slade said, he shuffled through the ruins of the desk, kicked aside the piece of Kryptonite that Mr. Stone kept there, and pulled out a piece of torn black fabric with the orange S.T.A.R. insignia on it. He tied it around his face, tore a hole for his eye, and walked over to Mr. Stone.
"What are… you doing…?" Mr. Stone muttered in fear as Slade walked over to him and picked him up viciously.
"It's not me you want!" Mr. Stone pleaded, "It's Robin! He's the one responsible for your son's death!"
"Robin will get what coming to him," Slade said. "As will you."
Mr. Stone screamed as Slade hurled him out of the glass window. It shattered, and the old man screamed as he fell through the Metropolis skyline with a ton of shattered glass.
Three blocks away, in the Daily Planet building, Clark Kent's ears pricked up. He heard screaming and glass shattering, followed by an evil laughter. He ran out of his seat toward the men's room.
"Clark?" asked Jimmy Olsen.
"When you gotta go, you gotta go," said Lois Lane with a smile, knowing perfectly well her husband wasn't running to use the restroom.
Slade laughed as he saw the lifeless from of Mr. Stone fall toward the busy street, but his laughter was stopped abruptly as a red blur caught Mr. Stone and flew up to confront him.
Superman flew about a foot outside the window, with an unconscious Mr. Stone in his arms.
Slade looked at him, then felt - through his now enhanced sense of touch - the heat radiating from Superman's eyes and saw the tiny red glow in his eyes.
Superman unleashed his heat vision, as several bolts of searing temperatures shot from his eyes. Slade, however, was ready and performed several backflips to avoid them. He flipped, jumped and twisted to avoid all the bolts, before he arrived at the ruins of the desk. He avoided a beam of heat quickly then grabbed the Kryptonite from the midst of the wooden remains, and hurled it towards Superman.
Superman's heat vision stopped against his will, and his eyes widened. The chunk of Kryptonite flew towards him and hit him in the jaw, knocking him backwards, and downwards towards the street. He smashed into the top of a red mini groaning with Mr. Stone next to him, and the Kryptonite resting by his neck.
Up above, Slade looked down on the carnage through his make-shift mask. "No one can stop me now," he muttered, a smile spreading across his face.
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MAN! Villains are so fun to write especially Slade! And sorry… I wanted to beat Supes up a bit in this so… Anyhoo… with the two big bad guys established… (Three if you count Trigon)… what next? I know! But you don't! Hehe,
Next:- Titans Together.