Woof! I think this is the longest thing I've ever written.

Chapter 7: King Kong vs Godzilla, 2016 Edition

To say that Luigi's mood was low would be a massive understatement. In fact, he felt no emotion whatsoever. He didn't even feel despair at whatever Ocelot had in store for him. Instead, all there was was numbness, leaving a hole in his body. He stared ahead, still drowsy from the sedative, as he lay on a stretcher, his hands bound by hard cuffs. In the background, he could hear Ocelot screaming at the Valek freak. Something about jeopardizing the mission. It didn't really matter. Nothing did.

Speaking of the devil, Ocelot himself came storming out of the university, marching right over to Luigi's stretcher. For the first time in so long, Luigi Martin stared straight into the eyes of his nemesis, the man who was at least partially responsible for ruining his life. The briefest flicker of hatred managed to creep into his eyes.

"If you've taken it from me," growled Ocelot, "If you've destroyed what I worked so hard to regain, I will bury you and throw away the key. I will put you in a cell so small you can't even sit down."

Luigi said nothing in reply. Instead, he merely used the last of his strength to raise his middle finger. Ocelot snorted, signaling his troopers to carry Luigi to the helicopter.

As he turned around, he saw his daughter storming down the steps after her beloved. He reached for her shoulder to talk to her, to make her understand, but she shoved him away.

"Go to hell," she muttered, not even bothering to look at him.

"Daisy!" snapped Ocelot, grabbing her arm, "He's a criminal-"

Daisy spun around. "Is he?!" she shot back.

"He's dangerous," protested Ocelot, "He needs to be-"

"Don't you dare try to spin this," Daisy snarled, "You used him. You used him to further yourself. You ruined his life for your little pet project, when all he wanted was to be a scientist. You are dead to me as a father. You are nothing but human garbage. Mom would be ashamed of you."

With those final words, she turned on her heels, marching into the helicopter. Ocelot's face betrayed no emotion, but if he ever said that her final words didn't sting, he'd be a liar.

"So, let me get this straight. You have everything from him, yet you can't make another?" said the soldier. She had been left in E. Gadd's lab to interrogate him, along with Mumkhar, as punishment for what he'd almost done to Martin.

"For the last friggin' time, no!" snapped E. Gadd, "He was one in a million! You can't just put his blood in somebody and expect the same results! I don't even have the full analysis of the original serum he used! It would take years to get another result even close to him!"

The blonde soldier sighed. "Well, at least we won't have more of those things jumping arou-"

The young women was cut off by a blow to the back of her head. She fell to the ground, Mumkhar Valek standing over her, panting.

"Stupid bitch," he grumbled.

"What the hey did ya do that for, sonny?!" exclaimed E. Gadd, "What're you-"

He was cut off by Mumkhar pulling out his pistol, jamming the barrel right between E. Gadd's eyes. The professor's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth dropped open.

"Shut your trap, old man," grumbled Mukhar, cocking the gun.

"Wh-what do you want?" breathed E. Gadd, clearly terrified.

"That stuff you pulled out of Martin," growled Mumkhar, "I want that. I want you to put that inside me." An unsettling grin crept onto his face, the prospect giving him chills.

E. Gadd's eyes widened as he stared at the man before him. Mumkhar's now visible teeth had sharpened to unnatural degrees. His entire body shivered, and his skin had taken on a slight green hue. He looked...wrong.

"You're already on something, aren't you?" E. Gadd asked, understanding filling his brain.

"Yeah," grumbled Mumkhar, "But it's not enough. If I can't get a fight outta Martin, I'll take that power. You've seen it..."

"I have," said E. Gadd, "It's incredible. Like a god given flesh and blood. It's like nothing that's ever walked this earth."

"And Martin's too much of a pathetic maggot to use it," said Mumkhar, "I will. Make me into that."

"I could give you the same treatment," said E. Gadd, "But if it mixes with whatever you're taking already...the results could be monstrous. You might become-"

He didn't get a chance to finish, as Mumkhar seized him by the neck. His serum-enhanced strength enabled him to easily lift the tiny man, raising him up as though he were a feather. The terrified scientist stared into the eyes of the raging British soldier. There was no mercy in those eyes.

"I'll do it...I'll do it..." croaked E. Gadd, panic seeping into his voice, "Just thought...you should know...what you're getting into..."

Mumkhar smiled, letting E. Gadd down. Back in business.

Now that the sedatives had mostly worn off, Luigi Martin was much more lucid as he sat on the military chopper. His hands were bound, and Daisy had been moved down the edge of her bench, away from him. Luigi himself was placed near the pilot's seat, where Ocelot could watch him. It didn't matter. The biggest problem now was deciding what to feel.

On one hand, the Kong may have been gone. Perhaps Luigi was finally free of the destructive curse that he'd so foolishly created all those years ago. Sure, they had his blood now, thank you, E. Gadd, but it would take years before they could properly replicate it. Not to mention he and Daisy were the foremost experts on the subject. Could they really create more Kongs without Luigi and Daisy's knowledge? That was one thing they wouldn't be getting.

But then there was the loss. He was going to spend the rest of his life in prison. If Ocelot had his way, Luigi Martin would never see the light of day again. Was it worth sacrificing everything he had left just to get rid of the Kong? Was he willing to be alone until he died?

Then he looked over, across the aisle, towards the woman he loved, who somberly looked back. Even after everything that had happened, Ocelot would never let her be imprisoned. He hadn't destroyed her life, as he'd once assumed. For the first time since the test, Luigi felt the briefest hint of a smile creeping onto his face. If Daisy Ocelot would be allowed to run free, he could live with dying in prison.

"Don't get any ideas into your head," snarled Ocelot from beside him. Luigi turned. "You're staying away from her. You've done enough."

Once upon a time, Luigi wouldn't have even responded. He wouldn't follow Ocelot's orders, but there would be no self-defense. He would've just mumbled something and walked away. However, Luigi Martin had dealt with far too much over the last few weeks, months, and years. He had changed.

"If this is how you treat everyone, it's no wonder she hates you," he spat back at the general.

Ocelot nearly flinched. First Daisy basically abandoned him, now Martin had actually grown a backbone? This affair was going to be the death of him. On the bright side, it was finally over.

What Ocelot didn't know, of course, was that he'd spoken way too soon.

"See, this is wh-what I was tr-trying to tell you about..." stuttered E. Gadd, trying to keep his voice calm, trying being the operative word. He'd administered the procedure like Mumkhar had asked, giving him a transfusion of Luigi's blood, along with a gamma pulse. The results...weren't pretty.

Mumkhar Valek's epidermis had hardened into hard scales, turning a sickly shade of yellow in the process. His head, by contrast, had turned a dark green, with his mouth becoming a strange tan color. His back had turned green as well, sticking out in a shape like turtle shell, sporting spikes in three columns, looking like they had emerged directly from his spine. His fingers had sharpened into claws, and his teeth resembled daggers. His entire body had practically tripled in size, pushing against the ceiling tiles. Two horns had sprouted from his temples, curving around and pointing straight up. Mumkhar's normally ash-black hair had brightened into a blood red, along with his eyes. The new creature stared down E. Gadd, snorting through it's huge nostrils.

"Y-you probably don't understand...wh-what I'm saying," peeped E. Gadd, "B-but, if you j-just get back on the t-table-"

The beast didn't even acknowledge the terrified professor. Instead, he charged straight forward, with E. Gadd barely managing to dive to the side in time, slamming into the dialysis machine and getting a nasty cut on his head. Mumkhar, meanwhile, kept his momentum, smashing through the expensive machines like paper. He reared back and punched the brick wall, creating a path to freedom, and they city that lay just beyond.

E. Gadd sat motionless on the ground, his head pounding like a jackhammer, curling into the fetal position. Unfortunately, he sat just under the tube that held the sample of Luigi's blood, and he'd cracked it. A single solitary drop slipped down the glass surface, down from the machine, directly on the cut on his head.

E. Gadd flinched, as his flesh began to ripple from the point of contact. Green veins began to spread ever so slowly outwards from the cut, pulsing as the irradiated blood flowed through them. E. Gadd's terrified expression remained frozen on his face. Then he smiled.

"Uh, general?" came the voice of the pilot. He held out the phone, clearly intending for Ocelot to take it. Ocelot, having had more than his share of drama and disaster for one day, sighed, before grabbing the phone.

"What is it now?" he groaned.

"Sir, something's in the street!" screamed the Sargent on the other end, "It smashed outta...we think it killed Valek! Six troopers are already dead...we thought it was the Kong..."

"That's not possible, you idiot," snapped the irritable general, "Get me a picture of what's going on down there!"

"Give us a sec! We're on 123rd and Douglass Boulevard!"

Ocelot sighed once more. Evidently, today, he wasn't going to get a break from this crap. He turned back to the pilot.

"Turn around. Bring us back," he ordered.

The pilot obeyed, swinging the chopper around, heading directly for Harlem. Naturally, both Ocelot's little outburst and the fact that the entire vehicle did a complete one-eighty didn't go unnoticed by the passengers. Luigi and Daisy both looked up from their seats.

"Uh, why are we turning around?" asked Luigi, "Are we getting hotdogs, or-"

"Shut the hell up, Martin!" growled Ocelot.

Down in the street, the soldiers had managed to reach the creature, activating their helmet cameras and feeding it straight to Ocelot's chopper. The scene in the streets of Harlem could only be described as chaos. Cars had been pounded and tipped over, and several were on fire. A handful of bodies littered the ground, casually tossed aside like trash. The few civilians who remained were frantically running for their lives, dodging bricks falling from damaged buildings and thrown objects. A lamppost was ripped straight from it's place in the concrete, sending sparks raining onto the ground. And in the center of it all, the monster that had once been Mumkhar Valek swung the metal club around smacking cars aside and sending local police officers flying through the air. He released an inhuman laugh from his gaping jaws, clearly taking delight in the carnage he'd created.

Ocelot could only stare at the scene, color draining from his face in the process. It didn't take a genius to realize just what had happened. Only one person had been ranting about the Kong's strength enough to try something that crazy.

"Valek..." he whispered, terror in his voice.

"What the hell is happening?!" demanded Luigi as he stormed to the front of the chopper followed closely by Daisy. The other onboard soldiers tried to stop them, but only half-heartedly. They'd heard the chaos unfolding on the live feed as well. They wanted to know what was going on just as much

Luigi stared in shock at the scene unfolding on the screen.

"Tell me this isn't your fault," he demanded.

Ocelot didn't respond. He couldn't.

"Oh my God, you Goddamn idiot!" roared Daisy, throwing her hands in the air.

Ocelot ignored them, trying desperately to focus on what was important.

"Take him down," he ordered into the phone.

In the streets, police and the soldiers not speaking to Ocelot were already attempting to do just that, but it seemed impossible. Mumkhar's strength was sufficient to lift and toss cars around like toy blocks. Police and soldiers had opened fire with pistols and M-16s, but the bullets merely glanced off his scaly hide. Mumkhar just chuckled at the ineffective weapons.

The squadron of soldiers currently in contact with Ocelot pulled up in their Jeep, watching as Mumkhar continued to trash the city.

"Do we happen to have any bigger artillery?" the driver asked, fear starting to creep into his voice.

The two in the back reached down, pulling up a metal case. Clicking it open, they reached inside, pulling out a yellow, metallic object with a massive drill on the end. One of the soldiers fitted the Drill Arm to his right shoulder, taking aim at the raging Mumkhar. As he prepared, he couldn't stop himself.

"HASTA LA VISTA, BABY!" he screamed, pulling the trigger.

The Drill shot off like a bullet, zipping through debris as it approached it's monstrous target. Flames shot from the rear as the metal bringer of death closed it. Mumkhar's back was turned, but just as the Drill was about to reach him, he spun around, seized it with one massive claw, and rammed it with his skull.

The Drill burst with a grenade-like effect, and for a moment, the soldiers and Ocelot rejoiced. However, once the smoke began to clear, their relief evaporated. Mumkhar was completely unharmed by the Drill Arm, and he stood laughing in the street.

Nobody moved for about ten seconds. The soldiers in the Jeep could only stare in horror at what had just happened. Up in the helicopter, Luigi, Daisy, and Ocelot did the same, petrified of the seemingly invincible creature. Mumkhar continued to cackle maniacally, before he began stomping his way straight for the Jeep.

"Get out of there! RETREAT! RIGHT NOW!" Ocelot screamed into the phone.

The panicked soldiers obeyed as quickly as they could, shifting into reverse and slamming on the gas. Unfortunately for them, Mumkhar picked up his pace once he noticed. He charged towards them like an angry rhino, seizing a damaged taxi on the way. He jumped, coming down hard on the hood of their car. As he stood over the soldiers, holding the ton of metal over his head, Mumkhar Valek spoke for the first time since his transformation.

"GIVE ME A REAL FIGHT!" he roared.

Then he brought the taxi down on them.

In the helicopter, Ocelot's feed suddenly cut out, replaced by blurred static. All those watching gasped in horror at what they'd just witnessed.

"Orders, sir?" asked the pilot, his voice shaking.

Ocelot buried his head in his hands for a few seconds, before looking back up. Determination filled his face, dragged up from the depths of his soul, in the face of death.

"Contact all reserve units," he ordered, "Tell them to converge on Harlem."

"Oh, good. Let's just pull out all the guns again," Luigi interrupted, throwing his hands into the air, "Because that worked so well last time, genius."

Ocelot spun around. "If you have a better idea, Martin, I would love to hear it!" he shouted, "He's going to tear the city apart unless we do something!"

Luigi did have an idea, although whether or not his was better was definitely up for debate. Before he brought it forward, there was one last step to be taken. Taking a deep breath, Luigi leaned back and closed his eyes.

Luigi's mindscape was oddly calm, considering the circumstances. The man found himself standing in a black void, floating in zero gravity. He looked around, before noticing the hulking silhouette, cloaked in shadow, just across from him. The only features he could make out were two brown eyes, burning into his soul.

"So you are still here," said Luigi, noting that the antidote hadn't been a perfect success after all, "Kinda surprised this worked the first time, but I'm not complaining."

"You...try get rid of Kong," growled the Kong, fury filling his voice.

"Yes, yes I did," Luigi replied, trying to block out the fear from his voice, "But we can't talk about that now. There's-"

He was cut off by a massive arm, covered in brown hair, that lunged out of the darkness, seizing him around his entire body. The Kong yanked the man towards him, staring right into his face and snorting with rage. Even in the mental conversation, Luigi could feel the Kong's breath on his face.

"KONG NEVER DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" roared the creature, "KONG JUST WANT TO BE LET OUT AND BE LEFT ALONE! WHY YOU TRY KILL KONG?!"

"I wasn't..." Luigi gagged, as his neck began to constrict, "They wanted...to use you as a weapon...every time...I let you out...you destroy...people die..."

The Kong could feel that this was the truth, as the minds of the man and the beast were one. For the first time, the Kong experienced all of Luigi's guilt and shame at the destruction he'd caused. He felt the love they had for Daisy Ocelot, the hatred for General Ocelot, and the fear the Mumkhar Valek was truly unstoppable, and would continue to slaughter innocents for his own pleasure. Paralyzed by the onslaught of emotions, the Kong dropped Luigi, who floated down, panting from the iron-hard grip.

"Look..." Luigi grunted, inhaling deeply, "Maybe we've been going about this the wrong way. We've both been wrestling for control, because we both wanted to be free from the other. Unfortunately, we're both stuck in this body. What if we worked together? I can induce a transformation, you deal with that Valek freak-"

"What make you think Kong care about Valek,?" growled the Kong. But his expression betrayed the fact that he was in denial.

"Because you're part of me!" Luigi shouted, pulling at his hair in frustration, "There, I said it! Are you happy now?! I've been denying that for years, because I thought you were just a mindless monster! Now that I know that's not the case, I know you don't want to let those people die! Because I wouldn't!"

The Kong sighed, looking down at his hairy hands. As much as he hated to admit it, Luigi had a point. Kong had experienced more and more of Luigi's emotions lately, as much as he'd tried not to, wanting to distance himself from the man he believed was holding him back. Ultimately, he couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to. He would make the same decisions as Luigi Martin.

"Please..." Luigi begged, holding out his hand to the creature.

The Kong looked from the hand to the man he'd spent his entire existence despising. Finally, he made his decision, and placed his hand on Luigi's.

"Yes."

Thankfully, the conversation between Luigi and his alter ego, consisting of thoughts, had taken less than one second in real time. The entire event occurred in the time it took him to blink. With the matter settled, Luigi opened his eyes once more, turning to Ocelot. Time to start the begging again.

"It has to be me. It's, like, twelve percent* my fault that this is happening. You have to drop me down there." He stared at Ocelot, the man he'd despised for so long. "Please."

Ocelot looked at the man he'd been hunting for the better part of the last decade. It'd been so long since he and Luigi Martin had looked each other in the eyes, partly because Luigi usually dodged eye contact before the whole Kong fiasco. In the scientist's blue eyes, Ocelot saw willpower and strength. Greater than the Kong had ever possessed. General Revolver Ocelot then made a decision he would've had nightmares about a few days ago.

"Get close to Valek," he barked to the pilot, "And open the back door."

The ramp of the helicopter started to drop with a metallic creek, followed by wind whipping into the new entrance. Luigi stepped out onto the inclined surface, staring out into the night, feeling himself buffered by the drafts. He looked down the massive drop into the streets of Harlem, but before he could jump, he felt a hand grab his wrist.

"LUIGI, NO!" Daisy shouted to be heard over the wind, "YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU'LL CHANGE!"

"YES I DO!" Luigi shouted back, "I CAN'T CONTROL HIM, BUT IF I KINDA AIM HIM-"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"

Luigi pulled her closer to him so they didn't have to scream at each other.

"Yes, yes I am," he said, "But I have to do this. I'm the only one who can." He brushed her auburn hair away from her face. "I love you."

They kissed, tainted by the aura of finality that it carried. As if both knew they would not get another chance to do this. As they parted, Daisy gave him a weak smile, stepping back into the chopper with her father. Ocelot just glared at Luigi.

"You're friggin' crazy, Martin," he grumbled.

Luigi smiled at him.

"Thank goodness for that, because if I wasn't, this'd probably never work**."

With that, he jumped. Daisy couldn't stop herself from gasping as she watched her beloved fall out of sight.

Luigi closed his eyes as he fell. His monitor had already started beeping up a storm, signaling his pulse had skyrocketed. Heights had been one of his greater fears, and now he was experiencing the result of jumping from one. He gritted his teeth, preparing for the nightmarish transformation that would soon overtake his body.

And felt nothing.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING-?!" Luigi started to scream, before he was interrupted by the his body slamming into the asphalt.

Thousands of feet in the air, Daisy gasped.

The newly formed crater in the streets of Harlem didn't move. Pieces of asphalt covered the man who had fallen, or whatever was left of what you would assume to be his mangled corpse. So one can imagine the confusion of the average onlooker once the rubble started to shift.

Then the giant hairy fist punched through the debris.

With a grunt, the Kong heaved himself from the ruins Luigi had created. His pants thankfully remained intact, though a loose line of cotton that was once his shirt hung from his massive body. The Kong noticed, and ripped it apart, leaving his chest bare. He proceeded to climb the rest of the way out of the crater, standing square in the middle of the street. He looked on, noticing his target was still smashing things up ahead. Kong then tensed his muscles, stomped the ground, and roared.

The bellowing beast managed to attract Mumkhar's attention. He turned on his scaled foot, discovering that he'd been joined by another gigantic monster, who matched him in size.

"Kong..." he growled, a grin spreading across his reptile-like features. At last, a challenge.

Mumkhar tossed the car he'd been smashing aside, setting off at a light jogging pace towards his mortal enemy. The Kong matched his speed, but both combatants began to speed up, eventually charging at each other at full speed. Their footfalls were so strong they cracked the street, leaving pits in their wake. Within a few yards of each other, both titans leaped at each other, fists pulled back. Both Mumkhar and the Kong swung with full force, catching each other on the jaw.

They were the strongest punches that had ever been thrown on Earth. Waves of pure force pulsed out from the impact point, shattering windows into minute shards. Both monsters roared in agony as they fell backwards, hitting the ground hard and rolling from the momentum. The Kong struggled to stand, but Mumkhar beat him to it. He jumped back over to the Kong, striking him across the face with a vicious back hand, while Mumkhar's claws grazed his face. The shaggy creature was tossed backwards once more, crashing through a loose taxi on the way.

Dazed, the Kong climbed to his feet once more. For one of the few times in it's relatively short existence, the beast was wary, it had been hurt. He looked down at his hand, noticing a few drops of his own crimson blood dripping onto the the muscular flesh. Kong curled his fingers in frustration, the pain only adding to his own fury.

Mumkhar was merely elated by this latest development. He didn't even both to pounce on the Kong when he had the chance. Instead, he stood laughing, approaching step by step.

"COME ON! IS THAT IT?!" he bellowed, cackling like a maniac.

The Kong was raging, but he was more intelligent than most would assume. Directly charging his opponent would be another failure. He searched his environment for any assets to use, before his eyes fell on an abandoned police cruiser. Gritting his teeth, the Kong snarled, raised his fists, and began pounding on the center of the car. When he'd done enough damage, he plunged his hand through it, ripping it in half, grabbing both pieces, in a move similar to what he'd done at Woohoo Hooniversity. Kong slammed his new car boxing gloves together with a metallic bang.

Mumkhar payed no heed to Kong's tactics, diving at him with his claws outstretched. Kong raised on the his glove to block the blades, before smacking Mumkhar across the face with the other. Stunned, Mumkhar Valek was unable to dodge the following strikes which slowly pounded his back into the asphalt. Scrap metal flew in all directions with every blow, along with drops of Mumkhar's blood. Eventually, Kong tossed the remaining pieces of the car away, seized Mumkhar by the throat, and began hammering on Mumkhar's face with his bare fist. After several heavy blows, he stopped, but kept his fist primed in case the soldier had any fight left.

Mumkhar's face was covered with lacerations, but they were already started to heal. One of his eyes was slightly swollen shut, and he leaned over and spat out one of his fangs. He turned back to the Kong.

"YOU HIT LIKE A GIRL," he growled.

Kong roared, pulling his fist back for another punch, but the blow was intercepted by Mumkhar's claws. Mumkhar proceeded to headbutt him, before pulling back both legs and slamming them into Kong's gut. The hairy creature was flung back through the air, straight through the building behind him, and down into the dumpster.

Mumkhar, eager to keep smashing his nemesis, jumped up to the newly created hole, staring after the Kong. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of helicopter blades. Behind him, Ocelot's chopper had descended, and all the occupants were now observing the battle currently tearing apart Harlem.

Ocelot groaned. He should've known this was a bad idea. After all, it was Martin's. Then again, at least they hadn't caused as much collateral damage as it would've taken to bring in sufficient force to bring down Mumkhar.

"Take aim!" he shouted to the soldier manning the gatling gun, "We want that thing down now! Help him!"

"Which one?" asked the gunner.

"THE HAIRY ONE, YOU IDIOT! RIP THE SPIKED ONE APART!" screamed Ocelot.

The soldier obeyed, spraying Mumkhar with bullets. Unfortunately, his thick scales blocked the metal projectiles from piercing. Of course, gatling gun shots, fired from a helicopter, can't exactly be ignored by any living creature. Mumkhar roared with fury as the bullets beat into his thick hide.

"Ocelot.." he growled, barely sparing a glance at his former commanding officer. If he wanted to be a part of this, fine.

Mumkhar dug his claws into the crumbling brick wall, leaping up on the roof. Ocelot's chopper followed, continuing to train it's fire on the running beast, but the shots fell short. Mumkhar went across the rooftops, clearing each one in a single jump. Upon approximately the dozenth jump, he suddenly dashed around a billboard. The helicopter followed, swinging around the obstacle.

It was then that Mumkhar sprung his trap, diving towards the flying vehicle.

Which, coincidentally, was the same time that Kong caught up to him.

Mumkhar seized the helicopter by one of it's landing struts, his weight causing it to tilt dangerously to one side. Right behind him, the Kong leaped up, grabbing one of Mumkar's legs. The chopper began to swerve even more, the weight of the two gargantuan beasts threatening to yank it out of the sky.

Inside the chopper, everyone by the pilot frantically held on for dear life, trying to avoid rolling with the vehicle. The pilot wrestled with the controls, desperately trying to regain some semblance of a balanced flight. The tail of the chopper smacking into various objects, chipping a billboard and sending a water tower crashing down onto the roof.

Mumkhar, distracted from his attempts to kill Ocelot, started kicking the Kong in the face with his free foot, trying to force the gigantic monkey to release him. But Kong gripped as hard as he could, reaching up with his free hand and grabbing the spikes emerging from Mumkhar's spine. Mumkhar roared in agony as the bony protrusions bent, and swung his leg to try and slam the Kong into a building. His shifting only made the helicopter shake even more, leaning dangerously close to the pillar of what had been an abandoned building.

Which it promptly hit.

Mumkhar and the Kong were thrown away, crashing through ruins and scraping their bodies against the rough ground. The chopper slammed on it's side, the propeller blades breaking off and flying away. The tail snapped off in the middle, clanking to the ground. It finally came to a rest on it's side.

Inside the crashed chopper, Daisy had been thrown from her seat, crashing into the wall that had become the floor. She struggled to maintain consciousness, feeling every new bruise ache, and the multitude of cuts and scratches on her body sting. Her hair had become matted with her own blood, and she felt more dripping from her lips. She managed to force herself to her feet, wincing as she felt the grinding of the bones. She glanced around, trying to see in the dimmed light of the crashed helicopter and gasped once she realized that the other occupants seemed to be dead.

Then she heard a groan from the front. Daisy whirled around, discovering Ocelot had been pinned under a large chunk of metal. He had similar injuries as her, along with his leg being slightly crushed, but seemed be okay otherwise. Daisy scuttled over to him.

"Here, let me help...stay still..." she spat out, trying to lift the metal off his leg. It eventually reached a point where Ocelot could slide his leg out.

On the outside of the chopper, the Kong began to regain some of his strength, as his new injuries began to heal themselves. He shook his head, glancing at the wreckage of the helicopter, unable to see if Daisy was okay. To his horror, he noticed that fuel from the damaged vehicle was beginning to pool around the wreckage, while sparks flew from the broken propeller. Some of Luigi's intelligence flashed in his mind, aware of exactly what would happen if one spark reached the fuel. The Kong began to frantically struggle to his feet.

And promptly received a punch in the face.

Kong was knocked into the foundation of the abandoned building, causing chunks of brick to crack off and fall. Mumkhar cackled, charging straight into the Kong and pinning his neck back with one forearm. His other arm went to work, hammering into Kong's chest and face. The Kong fought back, landing a few blows, but it was clear that Mumkhar had the upper hand in brute strength. As if that weren't bad enough, Mumkhar eventually seized both his wrists, pinning them against the wall, and started kicking him in the gut.

"YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS POWER, MARTIN!" Mumkhar roared, spraying the Kong in the face with his spit, "NOW DIE FOR WASTING MY TIME!"

With that, he plunged one hand full of claws into the upper right corner of Kong's chest, dragging them down diagonally across his torso, raking through the muscled flesh. The Kong roared in absolute agony, feeling the worst pain he'd ever felt. His blood began to drip down coating his pants in a thick layer of crimson. Kong managed to throw a few week blows, but they failed to do anything to deter Mumkhar.

That was when it happened. The Kong glanced at the chopper, still dangerously close to igniting. In the side door, he saw a head of auburn hair poke out, followed by the rest of Daisy. She supported Ocelot with her own body, one of his arms thrown around her neck. Something inside the Kong stirred at the sight of her, a feeling of determination. His strength surged as his fury grew.

"Daisy...help...Daisy..." said the voice of Luigi Martin.

The slashes in his chest forgotten, the Kong grabbed Mumkhar's cutting arm with one hand, and yanked the other arm away from his throat with the other hand. The former soldier gasped in shock, but quickly recovered. The two titanic beasts grappled for a moment, both trying to force his opponent to release. Eventually, Kong won out, shoving Mumkhar back a few feet. Mumkhar retaliated by charging forward, but Kong caught him by both horns, hurling the beast behind him, where he slammed face first into the crumbling foundation. Mumkhar slumped, dazed from the impact.

Kong spun around to face the helicopter once again, only to have his terrors confirmed. One single sparked reached the puddle of fuel, causing it to burst into flame. The orange fire spread, climbing up the metal wreckage, licking it's surface.

In the split second he had before it combusted, the Kong formulated a new plan. He dashed forward, swung both arms back, and then brought them around again, bringing his giant palms together in one mighty clap.

The resulting gust of wind nearly knocked the entire chopper off the building. Daisy and Ocelot were pushed backwards inside, slamming against what had once been the floor. The flames, on the other hand, were completely snuffed out, leaving no trace. Daisy pulled herself out of the top again, breathing a sigh of relief. Her fears quickly returned, however, once she looked at the Kong.

"LOOK OUT-!" she started to scream, but it was too late.

Mumkhar had seized a massive chain, along with a heavy weight attached to the end. He swung it in a massive circle, causing the weight to collide with the side of the Kong, knocking him off to the side. Cackling, Mumkhar charged towards the ruins of the helicopter, where Daisy and Ocelot were frozen to the spot.

"GENERAL..." Mumkhar cackled, swinging his chain around. The weight seemed to float above his head. "ANY LAST WORDS?" He couldn't wait to see the look on Martin's face as he crushed his girlfriend and her father into a bloody pulp.

Ocelot didn't have anything to say, as he was busy crapping his pants. Kong, on the other hand, climbed back to his feet once more. His eyes narrowed in rage as his watched Mumkhar, laughing as he prepared to kill. Snorting in ever mounting fury, he raised both his arms, clenching his fists.

"KONG..." he roared, "SMASH!"

He slammed both of his fists into the ground, sending seismic shockwaves pulsing out. The floor split open, sending cracks snaking across it. The crack eventually reached Mumkhar's foot, causing it to drop down, getting caught inside.

Shocked, Mumkhar allowed his grip on the chain to relax, causing the metallic whip to drop from it's place in the air. In addition, the massive weight attached to the end of the chain came down with it, right on Mumkhar's head with a sickening crack. One of his horns snapped off in the process, and Mumkhar was left dazed.

Kong didn't stop there, of course. He charged up behind the trapped monster, grabbing the length of chain on his way. He wrapped it around Mumkhar's neck from the back, pulling as hard as he could on it. Mumkhar fought back, scratching Kong's arms with his claws, bitting into any flesh he could reach, and struggling with more ferocity than a dying animal.

The Kong roared again as Mumkhar bit one of his fingers, nearly severing it. His rage reaching a boiling point, Kong gripped one of the bone spikes emerging from Mumkhar's spine, and pulled, tearing it free from it's spot. Lifting his makeshift spear, he stabbed downward, piercing Mumkhar just below his heart.

Mumkhar screeched, an unholy sound that stung the ears of anybody within listening distance. His strength failed him, and his arms hung limply at his sides. Kong yanked the chain with renewed vigor, constricting around Mumkhar's throat. The creature's breathing quickened, becoming brief pants as he tried to get air into his lungs. His red eyes bulged out, fear and panic seeping into them for the first time.

"STOP!"

Kong was so surprised by the scream that he nearly dropped the chain. Standing across from him was Daisy, her hand held out to him. The sight brought out Luigi's essence in him, and he looked down at the pathetic monster at his feet. The monster that could barely breathe, couldn't even stand anymore. The Kong might've been a monster, but he didn't want to kill. Not if he had a chance. Taking a deep breath, the Kong dropped the chain, giving Mumkhar a haymaker on the head to knock him out. Then he lifted Mumkhar out of the pit, tossing him away.

The mutated soldier landed at the feet of Ocelot, who looked up into the eyes of the monster he'd hunted. Ocelot wasn't sure what to feel at the moment. His hatred towards Martin still remained, but Martin had just saved him from a disaster that he'd created. Had he been wrong the entire time? Should he had just taken in Martin and given him the chance to find a cure?

Kong ignored him, focusing instead on Daisy. He walked slowly towards her, looking down on her with a face filled with emotion. Not pure sadness, but perhaps regret. A single tear slid out of his brown eye.

"Daisy..." he muttered.

"It's okay..." said the woman. She was crying as well, but she held a smile on her face. Luigi had been wrong. There was good in the Kong, not just mindless destruction. "I'm so proud of you..."

The two were suddenly cut off by a blaring spotlight. Shielding his face with one hand, Kong looked up into the sky, seeing a news helicopter had arrived on the scene. Police choppers were following close behind, and it wouldn't be long before they landed. Kong looked back at Daisy, and unspoken words passed between them. He needed to leave.

With that, the Incredible Kong dashed off into the night.

*Is anybody even going to get this reference?

**I couldn't resist. I just, like, instinctively thought of this while I was writing this scene.