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I don't own Marvel,all I own are my 'excellent' OCs and my fictional towns.
His name was Timothy. That much he could still remember, that thing hadn't taken that much from him yet. He spent his time floating around surrounded by a night-black landscape. The only 'relief' he had from this monotony were his conversations with the creature and the sporadic spasms he suffered as he lost his memories.
The stench of hate announced the thing's entrance. Tim resolved not to spare him any time, he'd been forced to watch as it used his body for-
It faced him,body wrapped in a midnight shroud with no discerning features. It looked like...what was the word again?...a blob.
It had explained that after all it gone through in the "Other Side" it's soul had become so twisted that he couldn't remember who he was...only the insatiable desire to "cleanse" the world.
His brain unconsciously made him pick up what the thing just said in the middle of it's current ramblings.
"-and this is also your fault,you know?"
"What!?" he exclaimed,protesting in righteous indignation.
"Oh you didn't know?" it replied.
"Didn't know what?" Timothy replied, gritting his teeth to suppress the urge to rush the creature which had ended badly the last few times he'd tried it.
"You,you may have suppressed your desires and deceived your own self into believing that you didn't...but you hated everything about the Red Light District,your soul called out to me when I was released and I answered in kind.
Tim's mouth lay agape in shock,his brain struggling to comprehend the words spouted by the creature.
" It helped that your soul was so weak though,so the only person you have to blame for my "reign of terror" is...yourself! " the thing started cackling after it's last word,laughing so hard it's body was wracked with coughs and it bent over for a minute.
Tim's out of this world gaze clued it in to the fact that his host may have just broken. Jack tried to suppress the urge but couldn't completely resist,humming a song under it's breath.
"...why do you keep doing that?" Tim finally said,looking sullen as was usual these days.
"You haven't noticed?" it said, pausing before beginning to him a different song that Tim was sure he'd heard but... just couldn't remember.
"...no?" Tim said after a long pause.
The creature cackled again,it's body undergoing what looked like a seizure in it's fit of laughter.
It looked up and locked gazes with Tim,all semblance of euphoria gone.
Tim looked into the dark cowl of the hood it wore and felt a chill run down his spine.
"It's simple...even now I feel our power growing...three more 'sacrifices' and you and I...we'll completely bond... we'll transcend the limits of spirit and human...we'll become one...we'll become god..." it burst our laughing again,the sinister sound reverberating throughout the mindscape.
Tim's silence perfectly fit the morbid situation.
*end-of-scene*
"-and we will do everything we can to bring the Ripper to justice,starting with the increase in frequency of police patrols. Thank you."
"The Ripper,the name the public had dubbed the town's only serial killer was very fitting" Tom thought as he concluded his interview with agents of the mass media to help soothe the public's fears. His rage had only intensified,burning cold instead of hot. The pain he'd seen etched on the faces of Ellen's parents after he'd informed them of their daughter's death had not helped to assuage the feeling. Reprimanding the criminal was the last thing on Tom's mind...
*end-of-scene*
The idiocity of cretins like that Tom fellow never failed to astound Jack. His misguided sense of 'justice' hypocritically screamed 'wrong' to Jack.
"Why couldn't anyone see he was trying to create a better world?" he thought.
"It didn't matter, eventually they'd all have to worship him...or get in his way and pay the price."
Starting with his present company of course,his victim's name and background was of no import this time. He could smell the evil off her...women like her disgusted him. Her kidnapping had occured without a hitch seeing as the enforced curfew and increased patrol hadn't occured yet. He'd give one last message to the precinct,his last one had obviously not been well understood. They'd either worship him...or die. He yanked his end of the rope,simple physics aiding his actions as the noose around the neck of the lady tightened while she was raised. She instantly became conscious,scratching and clawing at the noose to get it free. Jack stood,bored with her actions and the whole ordeal and effortlessly holding her up with his new found strength.
A person could due by hanging by two ways...the old method...were they were slowly strangled to death by the noose or the new one where they were dropped from a calculated height and their necks were snapped by the actions. Jack had obviously chosen the more sadistic path. He quickly grew more interested as her pain became more evident.
Jack gave into his urges and began humming.
"oh oh death"
"oh deathhh"
"oh oh death"
The girl's face turned red from lack of air twenty minutes in. She'd bitten her own tongue clean off in her struggles and it lay on the floor. She'd scratched at her face in desperation, inflicting wounds inadvertently,skin accumulate behind her fingers and blood stained her nails.
"Won't you spare me over and over?"
Jen Titus' song seemed fitting for the occasion especially in Jack's grating,raspy voice.
He continued humming.
"But what is this that I can't see-"
The girl lost total control over her own body. Emptying her bowels while piss drained down her leg. The stench of the offensive odor would have disturbed some but Jack seemed to revel in it.
"with ice cold hands taking hold of me"
He continued humming.
He kept hold of the rope while approaching the female who was at Death's door. He tightened his grip on the knife in his other hand...with surgical precision he cut an opening through her belly and the patch of skin fell. He dropped the knife...
"When God is gone and the Devil takes hold"
"Who'll have mercy on your soul?"
He yanked her large intestine out with the brutality and force that only he could provide.
The girl's life force faded...her eyes became vacant...
"Oh oh Death"
The next morning the denizens of Cherrygrove woke up,performed their early duties and walked out of their homes. They were greeted by a terrifying sight. A girl hanging out of a window of the bell tower,a noosd around her neck and her guts on display. By the time the police arrived at the scene...the Ripper was gone.
*end-of-scene*
Siluet's attempts at tracking the elusive "Reaper" had been unsuccessful so far. He rather preferred the fighting part of his new "job" to the slow investigating part it also entailed. He sighed as he knelt down in the bell tower observing the victim's body over the ledge. He'd been the first to discover the body,his ability to stay days without sleep paying off. He couldn't tamper with the evidence,it would be obvious if he did and he wasn't ready for the police to be aware of his presence at the moment.
He concentrated for a second, chanelling his soulforce and creating a machine for scanning fingerprints. This was one of the reasons he loved his powers.
'It wasn't magic-" the thought brought a smile to his ill used human face. He clearly had not had much time to practise human social behavior despite knowing much of it.
"-it had limits,one of such was the fact that he had to know how a machine worked in detail to know how to 'forge' it."
The fingerprints on the girl's hands from where her murdered touched her matched the prints of Timothy, the main suspect in the ensuing case. He'd acquired the prints through...less than savory methods but at least it was for a good cause.
He'd always wondered how much more he could stress his morals and his sense of right and wrong before he broke. His actions to destroy Briartown though necessary still haunted him. It'd been the nudge that finally tipped him over the edge. He sighed and gave the room one more look over before he left.
There was nothing else he could glean from the crime scene.
*end-of-scene*
A little less than a day later:
They hadn't heeded their god's warning. They'd enforced the curfew and the increase in patrols has been a bitch. They made staying a step ahead of the law literal. He'd been spotted several times and had used his teleporting ability to lose them after turning corners. Cocking the guns he'd beaten off of a cop,he kicked the door open.
He'd make them all see the light tonight...
*end-of-scene*
"Yes sir,we've spotted the target shooting up a brothel down Fifth Avenue,sir."
Those were the only words Siluet needed to hear to spur him into action. He dematerialized the listening device he'd been using to key into police frequencies. He ran down the street in the opposite direction to people screaming in terror and towards the sounds of gunfire and screams. The door to the largest brothel in the city had been kicked down and the stench if death was the first thing that hit Siluet upon his arrival. It wasn't just blood though...there was an underlying scent of fuel. The other was a wave of gunfire through his torso. He expelled the bullets with a thought and let his wounds heal.
"Huh? That's new." he heard his attacker say.
Siluet spotted the bodies of a couple of officers strewn across the floor. They'd probably bought some of the brothel's 'visitors' the opportunity to escape the psychopath. Their bodies had been riddled with gunfire. Siluet heard several footsteps run through the opening where the door had been. Jack didn't give chase, he was too caught up in examining Siluet. In his right hand,the serial killer held a heart. He'd obviously 'borrowed' it from the woman laying on the floor in front of him with a gaping hole in her chest. Siluet spotted another officer whose face looked passingly familiar...he wasn't dead though. Siluet moved forward,machine gun materialising out of nothing into his outstretched hands.
Jack whistled before opening fire again with minimal effect. Already the wounds were closing up. Siluet cocked his guns and held them up,his intent to kill was clear. Out of the corner if his eye,he noticed the dampness of his relative surroundings.
Jack's voice cutting through the momentary silence made him pause.
"If we're really gonna do this,let's do it right." Jack said,sick grin apparent on his face despite his situation.
He grabbed a phone that had clearly seen better days from his back pocket. He unlocked it and scrolled through it for a moment before tapping it.
The sound of a guitar cut through the tension Jack was oblivious to.
"It's all the same"
"Only the names will change"
"Everyday,it seems we're wasting away."
"Another place where the faces are cold"
"I'll travel through the night just to get back home"
"I'm a cowboy,on a still horse I ride"
"I'm wanted,dead or alive"
"I'm wanted,dead or alive"
The words stopped,replaced by the tunes of a guitar.
Siluet stood in place, clearly astounded by his opponent's audacity.
"He'd just pulled out a phone to play a song while I held him up with a gun". Siluet thought.
" It's 'Wanted Dead or Alive' by Bon Jovi,if you were wondering" Jack said,tapping his shoes to the beat.
"...you're just like me,you know?"
"You kill and you wreck havoc for a good cause" Jack said,grinning.
"I can smell it on you"he continued," A new era is upon us,bow before me,your god...or die" Jack's expression became cold as he stared down Siluet.
"Now what's it go-"
"Just shut up" Siluet said before interrupting Jack with a wave of gunfire. The self-proclaimed god was completely unaffected however. The Bon Jovi song restarted in the background.
"Now, that was rude" he said. The bullets had phased right through him.
"I'd you won't bow, I'll just have to MAKE YOU BOW" he bellowed before rushing in like a psycho.
Siluet shocked by his opponent's abilities was barely able to move out of the way in time. Siluet let his own guns vanish and kicked the guns out of his attacker's hands. The serial killer barely paused rushing in close and letting Siluet's fists pass through him. Siluet jumped back,barely able to raise his hands up to guard the serial killer's retaliatory kick. He skidded back and opened his eyes to find out that the killer had seemingly disappeared. He was proven wrong by a punch to the side. Siluet's body bent around the punch and he flew into a wall with enough force to cause a human shaped crater. He dug his way out only to meet a swift kick to the face. Siluet spun around before lying on the floor in a heap.
Jack rushed forward to continue the brutal beating and picked up his seemingly beaten foe. He punched him in the gut before asking him to bow. Jack was answered by a weird grin more like a grimace and a growl than anything. Siluet's knife swing struck home,the weapon slashing an injury across Jack's whole torso. Jack stumbled back,falling to his knees and then completely with a look of total shock written across his features.
"How did you figure it out?" he mumbled.
"Your attack patterns and the fact you never phased through my atacks while landing your own blow...it was easy to conclude that your ability isn't an unconscious one." Siluet said while panting.
"...done in like this" Jack said,clearly fading.
Siluet stumbled forward to finish the job,materialising a sword in his hands.
"Watch out!" the only live cop screamed,the man huddled in a corner and Siluet remembered he was the man in charge of the Reaper case.
Jack sprung up,firing guns he'd grasped during the momentary lapse in the action. The warning had little effect as the bullets tore through Siluet. By some weird bout of luck, one of the bullets from Jack's sporadic firing tore through Siluet's head...
The alien slumped instantly. Jack realised his opportunity and fired three more bullets into Siluet. Tom tried to get up but couldn't due to the injuries he'd suffered from the beatdown on his squad moments before.
"Dammit" he thought.
His name was Tim this monotony were his conversations with the creature and the sporadic spasms he suffered as he lost his memories.
The stench of hate announced the thing's entrance. Tim resolved not to spare him any time, he'd been forced to watch as it used his body for-
It faced him,body wrapped in a midnight shroud with no discerning features. It looked like...what was the word again?...a blob.
It had explained that after all it gone through in the "Other Side" it's soul had become so twisted that he couldn't remember who he was...only the insatiable desire to "cleanse" the world.
His brain unconsciously made him pick up what the thing just said in the middle of it's current ramblings.
"-and this is also your fault,you know?"
"What!?" he exclaimed,protesting in righteous indignation.
"Oh you didn't know?" it replied.
"Didn't know what?" Timothy replied, gritting his teeth to suppress the urge to rush the creature which had ended badly the last few times he'd tried it.
"You,you may have suppressed your desires and deceived your own self into believing that you didn't...but you hated everything about the Red Light District,your soul called out to me when I was released and I answered in kind.
Tim's mouth lay agape in shock,his brain struggling to comprehend the words spouted by the creature.
" It helped that your soul was so weak though,so the only person you have to blame for my "reign of terror" is...yourself! " the thing started cackling after it's last word,laughing so hard it's body was wracked with coughs and it bent over for a minute.
Tim's out of this world gaze clued it in to the fact that his host may have just broken. Jack tried to suppress the urge but couldn't completely resist,humming a song under it's breath.
"...why do you keep doing that?" Tim finally said,looking sullen as was usual these days.
"You haven't noticed?" it said, pausing before beginning to him a different song that Tim was sure he'd heard but... just couldn't remember.
"...no?" Tim said after a long pause.
The creature cackled again,it's body undergoing what looked like a seizure in it's fit of laughter.
It looked up and locked gazes with Tim,all semblance of euphoria gone.
Tim looked into the dark cowl of the hood it wore and felt a chill run down his spine.
"It's simple...even now I feel our power growing...three more 'sacrifices' and you and I...we'll completely bond... we'll transcend the limits of spirit and human...we'll become one...we'll become god..." it burst our laughing again,the sinister sound reverberating throughout the mindscape.
Tim's silence perfectly fit the morbid situation.
*end-of-scene*
"-and we will do everything we can to bring the Ripper to justice,starting with the increase in frequency of police patrols. Thank you."
"The Ripper,the name the public had dubbed the town's only serial killer was very fitting" Tom thought as he concluded his interview with agents of the mass media to help soothe the public's fears. His rage had only intensified,burning cold instead of hot. The pain he'd seen etched on the faces of Ellen's parents after he'd informed them of their daughter's death had not helped to assuage the feeling. Reprimanding the criminal was the last thing on Tom's mind...
*end-of-scene*
The idiocity of cretins like that Tom fellow never failed to astound Jack. His misguided sense of 'justice' hypocritically screamed 'wrong' to Jack.
"Why couldn't anyone see he was trying to create a better world?" he thought.
"It didn't matter, eventually they'd all have to worship him...or get in his way and pay the price."
Starting with his present company of course,his victim's name and background was of no import this time. He could smell the evil off her...women like her disgusted him. Her kidnapping had occured without a hitch seeing as the enforced curfew and increased patrol hadn't occured yet. He'd give one last message to the precinct,his last one had obviously not been well understood. They'd either worship him...or die. He yanked his end of the rope,simple physics aiding his actions as the noose around the neck of the lady tightened while she was raised. She instantly became conscious,scratching and clawing at the noose to get it free. Jack stood,bored with her actions and the whole ordeal and effortlessly holding her up with his new found strength.
A person could due by hanging by two ways...the old method...were they were slowly strangled to death by the noose or the new one where they were dropped from a calculated height and their necks were snapped by the actions. Jack had obviously chosen the more sadistic path. He quickly grew more interested as her pain became more evident.
Jack gave into his urges and began humming.
"oh oh death"
"oh deathhh"
"oh oh death"
The girl's face turned red from lack of air twenty minutes in. She'd bitten her own tongue clean off in her struggles and it lay on the floor. She'd scratched at her face in desperation, inflicting wounds inadvertently,skin accumulate behind her fingers and blood stained her nails.
"Won't you spare me over and over?"
Jen Titus' song seemed fitting for the occasion especially in Jack's grating,raspy voice.
He continued humming.
"But what is this that I can't see-"
The girl lost total control over her own body. Emptying her bowels while piss drained down her leg. The stench of the offensive odor would have disturbed some but Jack seemed to revel in it.
"with ice cold hands taking hold of me"
He continued humming.
He kept hold of the rope while approaching the female who was at Death's door. He tightened his grip on the knife in his other hand...with surgical precision he cut an opening through her belly and the patch of skin fell. He dropped the knife...
"When God is gone and the Devil takes hold"
"Who'll have mercy on your soul?"
He yanked her large intestine out with the brutality and force that only he could provide.
The girl's life force faded...her eyes became vacant...
"Oh oh Death"
The next morning the denizens of Cherrygrove woke up,performed their early duties and walked out of their homes. They were greeted by a terrifying sight. A girl hanging out of a window of the bell tower,a noosd around her neck and her guts on display. By the time the police arrived at the scene...the Ripper was gone.
*end-of-scene*
Siluet's attempts at tracking the elusive "Reaper" had been unsuccessful so far. He rather preferred the fighting part of his new "job" to the slow investigating part it also entailed. He sighed as he knelt down in the bell tower observing the victim's body over the ledge. He'd been the first to discover the body,his ability to stay days without sleep paying off. He couldn't tamper with the evidence,it would be obvious if he did and he wasn't ready for the police to be aware of his presence at the moment.
He concentrated for a second, chanelling his soulforce and creating a machine for scanning fingerprints. This was one of the reasons he loved his powers.
'It wasn't magic-" the thought brought a smile to his ill used human face. He clearly had not had much time to practise human social behavior despite knowing much of it.
"-it had limits,one of such was the fact that he had to know how a machine worked in detail to know how to 'forge' it."
The fingerprints on the girl's hands from where her murdered touched her matched the prints of Timothy, the main suspect in the ensuing case. He'd acquired the prints through...less than savory methods but at least it was for a good cause.
He'd always wondered how much more he could stress his morals and his sense of right and wrong before he broke. His actions to destroy Briartown though necessary still haunted him. It'd been the nudge that finally tipped him over the edge. He sighed and gave the room one more look over before he left.
There was nothing else he could glean from the crime scene.
*end-of-scene*
A little less than a day later:
They hadn't heeded their god's warning. They'd enforced the curfew and the increase in patrols has been a bitch. They made staying a step ahead of the law literal. He'd been spotted several times and had used his teleporting ability to lose them after turning corners. Cocking the guns he'd beaten off of a cop,he kicked the door open.
He'd make them all see the light tonight...
*end-of-scene*
"Yes sir,we've spotted the target shooting up a brothel down Fifth Avenue,sir."
Those were the only words Siluet needed to hear to spur him into action. He dematerialized the listening device he'd been using to key into police frequencies. He ran down the street in the opposite direction to people screaming in terror and towards the sounds of gunfire and screams. The door to the largest brothel in the city had been kicked down and the stench if death was the first thing that hit Siluet upon his arrival. It wasn't only blood though,the underlying smell of fuel was also present. The other was a wave of gunfire through his torso. He expelled the bullets with a thought and let his wounds heal.
"Huh? That's new." he heard his attacker say.
Siluet spotted the bodies of a couple of officers strewn across the floor. They'd probably bought some of the brothel's 'visitors' the opportunity to escape the psychopath. Their bodies had been riddled with gunfire. Siluet heard several footsteps run through the opening where the door had been. Jack didn't give chase, he was too caught up in examining Siluet. In his right hand,the serial killer held a heart. He'd obviously 'borrowed' it from the woman laying on the floor in front of him with a gaping hole in her chest. Siluet spotted another officer whose face looked passingly familiar...he wasn't dead though. Siluet moved forward,machine gun materialising out of nothing into his outstretched hands. He noticed the relative dampness of his surroundings as he approached the serial killer.
Jack whistled before opening fire with the gun in his other hand again with minimal effect. Already the wounds were closing up. Siluet cocked his guns and held them up,his intent to kill was clear.
Jack's voice cutting through the momentary silence made him pause.
"If we're really gonna do this,let's do it right." Jack said,sick grin apparent on his face despite his situation.
He grabbed a phone that had clearly seen better days from his back pocket. He unlocked it and scrolled through it for a moment before tapping it.
The sound of a guitar cut through the tension Jack was oblivious to.
"It's all the same"
"Only the names will change"
"Everyday,it seems we're wasting away."
"Another place where the faces are cold"
"I'll travel through the night just to get back home"
"I'm a cowboy,on a still horse I ride"
"I'm wanted,dead or alive"
"I'm wanted,dead or alive"
The words stopped,replaced by the tunes of a guitar.
Siluet stood in place, clearly astounded by his opponent's audacity.
"He'd just pulled out a phone to play a song while I held him up with a gun". Siluet thought.
" It's 'Wanted Dead or Alive' by Bon Jovi,if you were wondering" Jack said,tapping his shoes to the beat.
"...you're just like me,you know?"
"You kill and you wreck havoc for a good cause" Jack said,grinning.
"I can smell it on you"he continued," A new era is upon us,bow before me,your god...or die" Jack's expression became cold as he stared down Siluet.
"Now what's it go-"
"Just shut up" Siluet said before interrupting Jack with a wave of gunfire. The self-proclaimed god was completely unaffected however. The Bon Jovi song restarted in the background.
"Now, that was rude" he said. The bullets had phased right through him.
"I'd you won't bow, I'll just have to MAKE YOU BOW" he bellowed before rushing in like a psycho.
Siluet shocked by his opponent's abilities was barely able to move out of the way in time. Siluet let his own guns vanish and kicked the guns out of his attacker's hands. The serial killer barely paused rushing in close and letting Siluet's fists pass through him. Siluet jumped back,barely able to raise his hands up to guard the serial killer's retaliatory kick. He skidded back and opened his eyes to find out that the killer had seemingly disappeared. He was proven wrong by a punch to the side. Siluet's body bent around the punch and he flew into a wall with enough force to cause a human shaped crater. He dug his way out only to meet a swift kick to the face. Siluet spun around before lying on the floor in a heap.
Jack rushed forward to continue the brutal beating and picked up his seemingly beaten foe. He punched him in the gut before asking him to bow. Jack was answered by a weird grin more like a grimace and a growl than anything. Siluet's knife swing struck home,the weapon slashing an injury across Jack's whole torso. Jack stumbled back,falling to his knees and then completely with a look of total shock written across his features.
"How did you figure it out?" he mumbled.
"Your attack patterns and the fact you never phased through my atacks while landing your own blow...it was easy to conclude that your ability isn't an unconscious one." Siluet said while panting.
"...done in like this" Jack said,clearly fading.
Siluet stumbled forward to finish the job,materialising a sword in his hands.
"Watch out!" the only live cop screamed,the man huddled in a corner and Siluet remembered he was the man in charge of the Reaper case.
Jack sprung up,firing guns he'd grasped during the momentary lapse in the action. The warning had little effect as the bullets tore through Siluet. By some weird bout of luck, one of the bullets from Jack's sporadic firing tore through Siluet's head...
The alien slumped instantly. Jack realised his opportunity and fired two more bullets into Siluet. Tom tried to get up but couldn't due to the injuries he'd suffered from the beatdown on his squad moments before.
"Dammit" he thought.
"You thought you could walk up to the site of a God's righteous anger and walk out unscathed? Think again" Jack started,as he walked up to his downed foe.
Siluet raised his head painfully to look up at the victor of their little 'tussle'.
"I may not know what the hell you are,but I can see that you're way too young to tangle with me." Jack continued,a wry grin stretched across his face.
"Now die,boy!" Jack finished,each word driven home with a kick to the alien's head. The final exclamation on the statement and fight in general was the sound of Jack's last bullet tearing through Siluet's head.
Jack clutched his hand to his wound in a futile attempt to stem the bleeding and stumbled to the back door,clearly trying to make a get away from the approaching sirens. The acrid smell of fuel permeated the room...the pyscho drew a match and struck it,it burst up in flames and he threw it into the middle of the room.
"This is just the beginning" Jack said as he left the burning whorehouse.
By the time reinforcements arrived on the scene,the whorehouse was up in flames.
AN:
And that wraps it up. One more chapter to end this arc. I've enjoyed writing it,hope you enjoyed reading?
Read and review please
-CrimsonKing123