One Year Later
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Chapter 30: Going Ape Part 9
A heavy muscular man with a red 'X' across his face, cracked his knuckles, ready for a right. His name is Ubermensch, the powerhouse and leader of Axis America.
To his right there was a woman with a scornful gaze, dressed like a Viking warrior, wielding a battle axe. Her name is Hel.
The third member of Axis America was Zaladin, a wraith liking being in red robes, wielding a scythe. The robes seemed to move on their own, as if they were alive.
The fourth member was Fleshburn, a man in dark robes that had an eerie glow to him as he held a fireball in his hands.
The final member was Great White, a rather rotund man with a whalebone gauntlet and an electric whip, which cracked and crackled sickeningly.
Red Skull smirked and looked at the assembled villains,
"Vell, vhat do you think? Marvelous, aren't they?"
Fury growled; they had walked right into a trap. From the looks of it, the one-eyed Howling Commando wished Crisis was here instead of chasing down that lead.
Troia narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. From what her mother told her of the Nazis in World War Two, they were all monsters, and, seeing the Red Skull's mask triggered something in Donna. The younger princess said coldly,
"Fury, get out of here."
Roy said,
"You can't take them all on! Donna-."
The raven-haired warrior turned and said,
"Don't argue with me, Arsenal."
Her face softened,
"Please."
Roy then got a look at Donna. A real, good look. The archer then saw something in Donna he had seen in her always, but, now more so than ever. He nodded,
"All right."
Arsenal said,
"We should leave. Troia's got this."
Fire wanted to protest, but Fury ordered,
"Commandos, move out."
As they retreated down the hall, Red Skull called in,
"Iron Cross, this is Red Skull. They are coming your vay."
There was static on the line before Deadpool's voice could be heard,
"We're sorry. The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected, and the caller has been disemboweled. But, if you leave your name, and, if you're a chick, your dress size, I'll see to it he gets your message. Beep!"
Red Skull slammed his communicator down and grumbled in German. Donna smirked,
"Tough day, Red Skull."
The Nazi leader snarled,
"This cannot get any vorse."
Just then, War Machine came barreling through the other side of the wall. He dropped Captain Nazi, who was riddled with bullets. Red Skull shook his head,
"I should not have said that out loud. Axis America; kill them both."
Hel came at Troia,
"You are no warrior!"
She swung her axe, but Troia sped out of the way as the axe came crashing down on her. She smirked,
"And you're no Valkyrie."
She punched the female member of Axis America in the face, flattening her into a wall. Ubermensch came from behind, grappling her and throwing her down into the floor. As he jumped down, Troia raised her hand and a dazzling light beam shot forth from it, sending the powerhouse villain flying back up.
Great White and Fleshburn came right War Machine, and the armored Howling Commando began spraying bullets. Fleshburn attempted to use his atomic fire and lay waste to Rhody, but War Machine generated a force field at the last second and the attack was repelled. Zaladin came at the gray-armored suit and sliced through the shield with his scythe. Rhody grumbled,
"Magic."
He unleashed a salvo of rockets from his shoulder, attempting to hit all the members of Axis America. Fleshburn was hurt, but Great White was totally incinerated. Zaladin was wrapped up in his cloak as the missiles impacted it, protecting him from harm.
Troia, seeing how the mystical villain was protected, charged at Zaladin and punched hard. However, that cape continued to protect the scythe wielder.
Fleshburn shouted,
"Prepare to burn in atomic fire!"
He went to touch Troia, and the Amazon warrior could feel the super hot flames course through her skin. She screamed in pain, but that only seemed to enrage her. She grabbed Fleshburn by the neck and shouted,
"You think you can do whatever you want! Make people your slaves because they are different!"
The air around Troia began to grow cold. It became noticeable and fast as Red Skull began breathing and noticing his own breath. The Nazi commander then watched as Fleshburn began to see ice form all over his body. The atomic fire user attempted to melt the ice with his powers, but it did not seem to be working. Soon, he was completely frozen and Troia slammed him on the floor, hard. Shards of the icy Fleshburn scattered across the floor like broken glass.
Fleshburn was dead.
Red Skull looked up, a bit surprised that two of his most elite troops were so quickly taken out. He said,
"I have vastly underestimated you and Fury."
He turned to get away, but Troia sped in front of him, a dark look in her eyes. War Machine and Zaladin both noticed Donna's hair looked like a starry night, and, for a moment, her costumed shimmered with the same effect.
It was around this time Ubermensch had revived and, seeing Donna closing in on his superior officer, struck Troia hard. Troia, feeling the impact of the punch, went flying into War Machine. Rhody caught her, and the Red Skull said,
"Ve shall meet again, Howling Commandos!"
A secret escape tunnel was exposed behind one of the tapestries. War Machine shot a missile down the tunnel to have it collapse and said,
"We need to leave now, Troia!"
The two flew out of the castle.
Meanwhile, Fury and the others had met up with Deadpool. Deadpool had minced the remains of the Aryan Brigade and was sitting on a large crate covered by a black drape. He was holding Iron Cross' head as he studied the Mohawk wearing villain,
"You know something? You would look so good on my wall!"
Fury ordered,
"Wilson, lose the head. We need to leave!"
Wade threw the head aside and groaned,
"Ah, well. Oh, by the way, these guys here were happy enough to give us a Christmas present!"
He unveiled the crate and the insidious biohazard symbol was painted on it. Castle asked,
"Is that what I think it is?"
Deadpool grinned,
"Fifteen canisters of weapons-grade nerve gas, courtesy of the Red Skull!"
Fury nodded,
"Bring it with us. Good job, Deadpool!"
Deadpool was touched,
"I was thanked! This is so going in my diary!"
He rolled up his sleeve and, taking a tattoo pen, began writing on his arm,
"Dear Diary…"
Though, he was going to be in intense pain for a while.
Next Chapter:
Crisis is in the hands of General Lane, as he is tortured for the information on his teammates. Stay tuned, fellow readers!