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Marvel Evolution 1. (3/3)
Jubilee pulled her mouth from Storm's ass after a few minutes of
this and returned to sucking on Ororo's pussy while she pressed the tip
of a finger against Storm's relaxed, spit-slickened asshole, applying
pressure and pushing into Storm's hot butthole.
The entire room radiated with heat, regardless of the actual
heater, and the two women were both glistening in sweat as Jubilee ate
out Storm's pussy and fingered her asshole, Ororo's hands gripped the
blankets of the bed, pulling them tight as she threw her head back and
gritted her teeth happily.
All this time, all this pleasure, was building to a point her
body could no longer handle. The overwhelming pleasure, compounded by
the fact it was Jubilee - a girl she'd known since she was a
small child - was driving her to the edge.
Her back arched, her head ground into the sheets and small sprays
of spit fired from between her tightly grounded teeth. Her tits pushed
up towards the wall behind her, nipples pointing hard upwards as she
thrust her cunt up into Jubilee's face, forgetting who she was, who her
lover was, where she was and why she was there. All that existed for her
body - on the edge of orgasm - was pleasure, sexual gratification and
desire.
Ororo's head drove back into the bed, her head twisting about
from side to side as she hissed her pleasure, her voice barely discernible
as her eyes rolled back in her head, her hips hunching up and down in
uncontrolled thrusts against Jubilee's face, her tits bouncing up and
down as her sweat soaked body blasted through an incredible orgasm.
Finally her body shuddered to a stop, her breasts rising and
falling heavily with each gasping breath. She lay still on the bed as
Jubilee thrust her tongue into Storm's cunt and her finger fucked into
Storm's tight little asshole.
Jubilee was happy to suck up all of Storm's pussy-juices, greedily
drinking all of the honey from the other woman's lap, her own crotch
humping against the side of the bed.
But once Ororo had caught her breath, Jubilee intended for HER
real fun to begin.
Base 14 Alpha 7 - Location Unknown.
-----------------------------------
[Processes complete,] the computer informed them,[Legacy Resistant
Strains eliminated, Files at this location deleted beyond retrieval and
copies sent to Secondary Facility.]
"Finally," sighed Alex,"Can we go now?"
"We'd like to investigate The Facility further," said Nance,"We
still require your presence for the time being."
"Fine," muttered Alex,"Let's...."
He fell forward out of his chair, slamming face first into the
ground.
"What the...." started Nance, then slumped back in his chair, also
unconscious.
A thumping noise was all that Nance's silent partner made as he
fell to the ground.
"Oh my stars and gar..." began The Beast in concern, then his face
fell forward onto the console before him.
As if she'd always been there, the tall, willowy figure of a
woman appeared in the center of the room. Her lithe, slender finger was
a pale ivory, her eyes large and bright, yet strangely unemotional. She
was draped in diaphanous robes, covering all of her sensual body but
suggesting almost everything.
She stepped past the unconscious forms of Nance, his partner and
Alex and stood next to The Beast's unconscious body. She stroked her long,
delicate fingers over his back, sliding through his blue, luxuriant fur
almost hesitantly, as if she didn't believe it was real.
"You have the thanks of The Mental Discipline," she said at last,
and then added in a whisper,"And of myself."
And then they were all gone.
Avengers Mansion - New York City.
---------------------------------
"That was exhausting," muttered Captain America, settling down in
the comfortable chair,"I'd almost rather be facing a super-villain than
another press conference like that."
"Ha," chuckled Iron Man, seated across from him,"Getting old,
Cap?"
"I was born just after World War I, Tony," replied Captain America
with a slight grin,"I might be entitled to it."
Cap sipped at his tea as Iron Man drank water from the internal
systems of his armor. Although Captain America knew his secret identity
of Billionaire Inventor and Businessman Tony Stark, it wasn't known by
all of the other Avengers, so around The Mansion he kept his armor on.
"You explained away Hawkeye's absence pretty well, I thought," Tony
said,"Do you think he was watching?"
"He's probably too busy trying to set himself up as The Thunderbolts
new leader," chuckled Cap, and both men laughed. Hawkeye's leadership
abilities had never been in doubt, but the trouble was he seemed to doubt
everyone else's. His was always the best way, he was always questioning
other people's orders when he thought that he had a better plan. With
Captain America the obvious leader of the team and The Scarlet Witch
being cemented as Deputy Leader, Cap had decided to send someone he could
truly trust to act as Liason between the established Avengers and the
new team, The Thunderbolts.
One of the double doors to the luxurious living room opened and
the beautiful Scarlet Witch popped her head through.
"Cap, Iron Man, we've got a priority alarm from downtown
Manhattan, we better get going."
Both men sighed, then got to their feet and headed for the hanger
where the team would meet.
The Quinjet landed on the usually crowded street, now deserted
except for the large crowds of people behind the Police Barricades far
down at each end of the streets.
The scene was deceptively peaceful, if it hadn't been for the
seven men standing in the center of the streets and the City Bus smashed
through the window of an expensive clothing store, lying on it's side.
Moans and groans could be heard issuing from within as Paramedics and
Police had been unable to get even close to the scene to help the people
in the bus.
"Okay Cap, I've got the Police Chief on my helmet," said Iron
Man, listening to the Police Chief talk through his helmet's
receiver,"The situation is that somehow, without warning, this bus was
lifted into the air and smashed through that shop window. People tried
to get in to help them, which was when these seven mooks appeared. Things
are hazy after that, apparently people just started walking away until
the area was deserted. Nobody's been able to get close until we arrived,
so the police have cordoned of the area."
"What's the deal with people living in the area?" asked Cap,
sweeping his hand to indicate the surrounding buildings, mostly stores.
"Deserted, people are saying that one moment they were sitting
in their homes, the next thing they knew, they're walking down to join
the crowd."
"Okay," muttered Cap,"Damn, I wish Thor was here."
When the priority alarm had sounded, they'd all assembled in the
Hanger and been surprised to discover Thor was not among them. Luckily
Justice and Firestar - Reserve Avengers - had still been in the Mansion
and eagerly agreed to come along.
"Let's try talking first," said Captain America,"Stay back, don't
act hostile and we'll try and resolve this peacefully."
He stepped forward, leaving the other behind.
"How do we not act hostile?" whispered Justice to Firestar, who
shushed him with a harsh look.
"I was being serious," he muttered sulkily to no one in particular,
then watched Captain America approach the seven motionless figures.
"Hello," he said loudly,"My name is Captain America, these are The
Avengers."
No reply from the seven.
"We're not looking to start a fight," Cap continued,"We just want
to help the people in the bus."
No reply.
Cap came to a stop 20 feet away from them and sized the seven men
up. They were strangely unremarkable, apart from their
remarkable similarities. Each stood at six feet five, with the same
approximate build, like a swimmers, streamlined, toned and muscular. They
all had blond hair and blue eyes, as did Captain America, and their faces
were set with dull, disinterested looks. All seven were wearing togas
and went barefoot, but Cap knew they were more than a bunch of drunken
frat-boys who had wondered into town, the smashed bus was testament to
that.
"Okay," said Cap,"We're going to get those people out of the bus,
then, if you want, we can talk."
He deliberately turned his back on them and walked without any
hesitation towards the bus, motioning for the other Avengers to join him.
One of the seven turned and faced another, and a small grin crossed
his face, then he turned to watch The Avengers.
They moved quickly, Justice holding the bus in place with his
telekinesis while Iron Man ripped the mangled door open and the other
Avengers rushed inside, pulling the injured people out. Thankfully, none
were hurt so bad that they couldn't be moved, and soon the bus was empty
and the people being moved back to the far off crowd of people.
Within ten minutes, ambulances were rushing the injured passengers
to the hospital, while The Avengers strode back to face the seven mysterious
men.
This time, the seven Avengers stood in a line ten feet from the
seven men, who all now shared a slight smirk on their faces. The center
man stepped forward a foot, and beckoned to Captain America to follow
suit with one finger.
Cap complied, and both men came face to face exactly between where
their comrades stood.
Staring into the strangers eyes, Cap was strangely reminded of
a Berlin rally in 1943, when he and The Invaders had been trying to help
a German Scientist defect. The strange men reminded him of the so-called
Aryans, Hitler's vision of perfect people with blond hair, blue eyes - the
physical and mental perfection of machines with about as much spirituality
and morality.
"This was a test," said the man with a grin, pointing at the
bus but keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Captain America's,"You failed."
"I do not understand, how was this a test? how did we fail? We
did save those people."
"Exactly," chuckled the man derisively,"So you fail."
He slapped Captain America hard across the face, shocking The
Sentinel of Liberty. The man's teeth parted in a fierce snarl of triumph,
and behind him the other men nodded approvingly.
"You care about the sheep," the man said,"You're pathetic."
He slapped Captain America again on the other cheek, so fast the
movement was almost invisible.
"You're just as pathetic as they are."
His hand swung up again.
And Captain America caught it.
The man's eyes widened in shock, as if it was incomprehensible
that this could have occurred. He pulled his hand away angrily and swung
a fist at Cap, who caught the fist in his hand, staring stonily at the
man.
"Let go of me, you ape!" growled the man, tugging back futilely.
"Very well," replied Captain America, releasing the man's hand
at the exact same moment that he was pulling on it, causing him to tumble
back and fall on his ass.
"HOW DARE YOU!" screamed the man, leaping to his feet with an
athletic grace that told Cap much about his opponents abilities,"HOW
DARE YOU STRIKE ME!"
"I didn't," replied Captain America,"I let you go, you fell over."
All seven men glared at Cap with the same rage, the same disbelief
at the cavalier way in which their spokesman had been handled.
Then their faces became smooth, calm with the slightest hint of
contempt as their spokesman stood up and brushed himself off.
"For that indignity, I will deal to you myself, monkey," he
sneered.
And then all hell broke loose.
The Residence Of Scott Summers & Jean Grey - Alaska.
----------------------------------------------------
Jean awoke with a start, her sleep interrupted by the natural
instinct animals had to tell when something was wrong.
A shadow filled her vision, someone looming over her bed, a black
shape that shocked her with temporary immobility.
His hand covered her mouth and before she could react, before
she could bite his hand, punch at his arm or launch a telepathic attack,
he was whacking her across the head with something that instantly put her
back to sleep.
When the man was sure she was unconscious, he relaxed his grip
on her mouth and turned to face his partner, who stood over the unconscious
body of Scott Summers.
"Her telepathic senses didn't detect us," the first man said.
"The Mental Discipline succeeds again," replied the first,"Shall
we kill the man?"
"Not yet, he might be useful in breaking the women."
Jubilee and Storm lay side by side on the bed, kissing and stroking
each other's bodies.
The door burst open and both woman sat up in shock, bodies locking
up in momentary fear.
"Wha... who?" gasped Jubilee as they took in the sight of two
well built, tall men standing in the doorway, grinning lecherously at
them both.
Storm had been filled with fear that she'd been found out by
Jean or Scott, but when realization struck, that these were two strangers
and not her friends, her battle training took over.
"Get out!" she demanded, power in her voice as her eyes took on
a white cast and her arm threw out, lightning firing from it and striking
the chests of both men, enough to knock any strong man out without doing
permanent damage.
Except both men simply stood in place, chuckling.
"Well, that was positively invigorating," laughed the lead man.
"I feel so energetic," chuckled the other.
Storm and Jubilee stared at the men in shock, then Storm blasted
at the man again, with much more force than before, but exactly the
same result.
And then they were charging the two women.
New York City - Downtown Manhattan.
-----------------------------------
The moment that The Spokesman made his intentions for Captain
America clear, the buildings on either side of the road exploded outward,
throwing the bus, huge chunks of rubble and merchandise towards the Seven
and the Avengers.
The reactions of The Avengers was instantaneous, Justice throwing
up a t.k shield around them immediately even as The Scarlet Witch threw
out a hex that caused the rubble of the exploding buildings to fall all
around them.
The seven stood unharmed, nodding at The Avengers as if
in appreciation.
"Not bad for primates," said the Spokesman, then charged forward,
followed moments later by the other six. They reached the outer limit of
Justice's t.k field and passed through it as if it didn't exist, each
one breaking away to face a single Avenger.
Iron Man fired his repulsors at his opponent, who ran straight
into it and was totally unaffected. Iron Man responded by firing another
repulsor blast, but kept it going, firing a continuous beam that hit the
man full in the chest. His opponent struggled against it, holding his
ground and then slowly inching his way forward. Inside the armor, Tony
Stark desperately ran scans on the man and attempted to discover
a weakness he could exploit, but found nothing.
As the man came within grasping distance, Iron Man remembered how
Cap had dealt with the Spokesman and stopped the repulsor blast, at the
same time stepping aside. His opponent suddenly found his obstacle gone
and charged past, falling flat on his face. Iron Man was on him in an
instant, smashing his fists into the man's back, trying to hold him down
on the ground.
The Scarlet Witch fired a quick hex bolt at her opponent, but
he easily avoided it and with contemptuous ease darted behind her, punching
her in the gut and winding her. As one of the most powerful Avengers,
her opponent wisely held things to a physical level and brought his
forearm down onto the back of her neck, knocking her to the ground. He
straddled her back and whacked the sides of her head with the flats of his
palms, knocking her unconscious.
The Vision saw his former wife get knocked to the ground and moved
to intervene, phasing his body to a non-solid state as he charged the
man straddling Wanda's back. Impossibly, he was tugged back by his yellow
cape and fell to his ass, grunting in surprise. Turning about, he found
himself facing one of the seven, who were all identical to each other in
appearance at least. He supercompacted the molecules of his fist and
threw a hard punch, solidly connecting with the man's jaw with enough
force to shatter the bone. Had he wanted he could have taken the mans
head off, but he did not desire to kill his opponent.
And yet the blow barely phased the man, who returned with a blow
of equal strength, staggering The Vision, who hadn't expected
the punch. Somehow this man was capable of shifting the alignment of
his molecules to match the shifts in The Vision's own, not only that,
but he could detect each shift the Vision took.
[Our opponents are much more.... squuuawwkk!!!!] his warning
to the others was broken off as the man who had just knocked out The
Scarlet Witch stepped up behind him and thrust his fist into the back
of Vision's skull, shifting his molecules and mixing them with
the android's own, frying the brain of The Avenger, causing him to drop
to the ground, buzzing and squawking.
"I could have handled him!" snapped the first man.
"Of course," replied the other with a grin,"I just got to him
first."
Warbird blasted at her opponent with wave after wave of her
powerful energy, but he just laughed and called for more and more, moving
up closer and closer to her. She gritted her teeth, growing angrier
and angrier as he insulted her, calling her a sappy little bitch, that
she wasn't good enough for him to waste his time, she didn't have what
it took to be playing with the big boys. Each insult stabbed deep at
her heart, as she'd been saying these same things to herself in her more
self-pitying moments of drunkeness, spending each night drinking herself
to stupidity.
This white hot rage caused her to continue pouring on the power,
pushing past the limits she'd been reduced to since her powers had dropped
in recent months. She was sweating, her legs shaking and her arms aching
as her body became more and more stressed by the power output she was
pouring on her opponent, who simply stood and laughed it off.
"Sonuffa...." she gasped, then dropped to her knees as her body
betrayed her.
He walked up to her and swatted her along the side of the head,
knocking her to the ground where she lay, as unconscious as she usually
was after an all night drinking session.
Justice & Firestar stood side by side, blasting at their opponents
with their t.k blasts and microwave bursts respectively. Their two
opponents seemed unaffected by the two former New Warriors powers, and
the two lovers were becoming disconcerted. Neither was really much at
hand to hand fighting, relying more on their powers for defense in a
fight.
In desperation, Justice ripped up the concrete road in front of
him and sent it in a wave over the two attackers. He breathed a sigh
of relief, thinking that was it, but moments later two pairs of hands
tore through the concrete and grabbed Justice and Firestar's ankles,
tripping them up and slamming them into the broken concrete with enough
force to knock them both out.
Iron Man was thrown from his opponents back after several minutes
of pounding at the man's back with progressively more force. His opponent
remained invisible to all spectrums of Iron Man's scanners, leading
Iron Man to wonder if he was facing a man or a machine.
He twisted to face his opponent and found himself face to face
with him, the man getting up close and personal as he grabbed the sides
of Iron Man's face and began to squeeze. Stark almost laughed, except
his scanners registered a serious danger to his armor's
structural integrity.
- Impossible! - he thought in shock, - The strength to do that
would be unimaginable. -
He reached up in desperation and grabbed the man's wrists, trying
to pull the hands away, but it was to no avail.
Incredibly, his armor began to buckle and put stress on the sides
of his head, putting his life in serious danger.
"You're armor is powerful, monkey," laughed his adversary,"But
inside you're still nothing but weak flesh."
As Tony Stark's brilliant mind tried to come up with a strategy,
his vision faded and his body became limp, and moments later he too, was
unconscious.
The six victorious men stood over the bodies of their defeated
enemies, savoring their victories before turning to face their Spokesman
and his opponent, Captain America.
They nodded in approval as both men threw quick, dangerous blows
at each other, leaping from piles of rubble and swinging past broken,
leaning telephone poles. The Spokesman matched Captain America for
speed and skill, blocking every move The Sentinel of Liberty made and
returning it, only to have it blocked by Cap again.
The famous shield lay on the ground yards away, dropped after
a spectacular move that had come close to finishing the fight. Cap had
planned out and executed a throw that had been almost impossible to
predict, going through a series of ricochets and bounces off the crumbled
remains of the buildings, hitting pieces that Cap put in place after his
initial throw.
In the end, the Sheild had come within a hairsbreadth of hitting
the man, who had seen and dodged at the last second, stopping to
acknowledge the cleverness of the move.
In the end, it was a loose rock that won the battle, as the two
men stood atop a pile of rubble throwing fast, almost lethal blows that
each blocked. As Cap stepped back to dodge a chop to his throat, a rock
beneath his foot shifted and put him off balance momentarily, enough
time for the blow to connect, sending him flying off the rubble to the
ground.
His opponent was on him in a second, raining him with incredibly
powerful blow after blow, smashing Cap's nose, his lips, boxing his ears
and slamming his chest and shoulders. He jumped to his feet and pulled
Cap to his feet, then flung him one armed into the rubble, which tumbled
down onto his body. Captain America grabbed at his shield, pulling it
to his body, maybe for one last throw at his opponent, and then the
rocks, concrete and bits of building collapsed down on top of him, burying
him.
"RAAAAARRRRHHHHH!!!!!" roared the man who had just defeated Captain
America, throwing his head back and throwing his arms wide.
The other six men echoed the cry of triumph.
"The Avengers!" roared The Spokesman,"Earth's Mightiest Heroes!
Defeated!"
"YES!" cried the others.
"Defeated by us!"
"YES!"
"Defeated by us, we!, The Fellows of The Physical Discipline!"
"YES!"
"And now," he gasped, lowering his eyes as an evil look crossed
his face,"This world of weaklings is ours."
The Residence Of Henry Pym and Janet Van Dyne - Westchester.
------------------------------------------------------------
"...shock here as The Avengers have been soundly defeated by these
Mysterious Seven, including Captain America just moments ago," Trish
Tilby gasped at the camera,"We...."
The t.v cut to static, whether due to the seven's mysterious
influence or incredibly bad timing wasn't clear.
I don't believe this," gasped Hank Pym, who had been dragged
from his private lab by Janet to see the fight. Both had been shocked
at the speed with which The Avengers had been dispatched,"We've got to
get word to someone, perhaps X-Factor, I guess these Thunderbolts guys?"
"How could The Avengers be beaten so easily by seven guys in
togas?" gasped Janet, still in shock.
"We've got to go," Hank said, twisting to face his beautiful
wife,"They probably know already, but we have to assume that anyone
powerful enough to defeat The Avengers would be able to block
communications to X-Factor and The Thunderbolts, and with The Fantastic
Four out of town, now is the perfect time to strike."
Janet sighed in relief inwardly, in recent times, ever since
the two of them had faced off against Ultron alone on the Moon
and defeated him after Hank had finally admitted to her that the mad
automaton had been designed with his own brain patterns, he'd become
more decisive and willing to take action, rather than hide in his lab
all day and night. Now he was taking action when at the same time last
year he would have been racked with indecision.
"Shrink down to Wasp size and take one of those tiny Quinjets
Tony made for us, it'll make you almost undetectable," he ordered,"Get
to The Thunderbase and tell Hawkeye what's happened, I'll head into New
York in the other ship and find out what X-Factor knows."
She nodded and he rushed past her towards his lab, ready to grab
his Antman costume. He stopped suddenly and turned around, then rushed
back to her side, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," she replied, suddenly more scared than ever before.
And then they were going their separate ways.
Location Unknown.
-----------------
Jean opened her eyes groggily, unsure of where she was or how
she'd gotten there.
Then it all came back, waking up, the black shape, a hand over
her mouth, pain and then darkness.
"Wakey wakey, dear," said an arrogant voice, and she turned her
head, finding herself facing a complete stranger. He was tall, well over
six feet, with a huge, powerful build, his muscles clearly apparent
under the light yellow tunic he wore, leaving his powerful arms bare. He
wore tight leather breeches which clung to every thick muscle in his
swollen legs and his tight, dark boots ran up to just under his knees.
As Jean stared at him, she realized where she'd seen the clothes
before, they were the same as those worn by Kevin Sorbo on Hercules. Was
this intentional or just a coincidence? she asked herself, and attempted
a mind probe. To her surprise she received nothing back, her telepathic
powers either didn't work on him or were being blocked from her somehow.
"Wh.. who are you?" she asked, a fresh lance of pain running
through her head.
"In my old life, I was a nobody," the man said with a grin,"Now
I have surpassed the need for a name."
"So what do I call you? Mr. No-Name?" she asked sarcastically.
"YOU CALL ME MASTER!" he roared and slammed one giant fist into
the side of the wall, leaving thick, broken cracks in the stone wall.
Jean was taken aback by his sudden rage and recoiled back, hitting
the cool stone of the wall behind her. Taking in her surroundings, she
realized she was either in a basement or some kind of castle dungeon.
Lights hung from the walls, spreading the shadows about and revealing
the two other occupants of the room, an unconscious, naked Storm and
Jubilee.
"What have you done to them?" Jean demanded of the man, angry
herself now at the thought of this man taking advantage of her best friend
and the young woman she'd watched grow up.
"Nothing," he chuckled,"What they were doing to each other was
far too interesting."
"What?" she snapped.
"You can call me Dunac, if you like," he replied instead with
a smile,"If it pleases you, that name is close to what my old life was."
"Listen," said Jean, stepping forward to get closer to him. She
stopped suddenly when she felt the cool air over her body, looking down
she was shocked to find that she, too, was naked,"Where are my clothes!?!"
"You don't need them, they're part of your old life," chuckled
Dunac,"They've been destroyed."
"I want my clothes back!" Jean cried and moved forward, then was
flung back, her body wracked in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry," chuckled Dunac,"Did I neglect to mention that?"
Jean sat on her ass, holding her head groggily, her legs wide
and giving Dunac a nice view of her shaven snatch. Seeing his lecherous
gaze, she pulled her legs shut and covered her large breasts, looking
about for something to cover up with. The room was bare, two beds on the
side of the wall had no sheets, only mattresses, and though the walls
were made of large stone blocks, the floor was a cool, smooth material
somewhat like linoleum.
Storm and Jubilee sat up, groaning and clutching their heads
as they dragged themselves up from unconsciousness.
"What's going on? What's happening?" mumbled Jubilee,
then realized she was naked and tried to cover up. Storm sat up and
glared at Dunac as she placed one arm over her breasts and closed her
legs, maintaining her dignity despite her nudity.
"As I was about to explain to the lovely Ms. Grey here," Dunac
said with a smile,"Allies of mine have placed a mental command in your head
that will not allow you to pass by a certain point in this room unless
certain requirements are met."
"Requirements? What requirements?" asked Jean suspiciously.
"Quite simple really, you have to really, desperately want to have
sex with me."
"WHAT!" squealed Jubilee,"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"
"Not at all," replied Dunac with a smile, casting an appreciative
gaze over Jubilee's naked body,"You see, without giving away too much
about my powers, I want to let you know that I am capable of adapting
my body to any situation my mind can conceive of, for whatever purpose
it conceives... thus...."
He closed his eyes and concentrated, gritting his teeth until
sweat began to bead on his skin. After a minute of this - during which
Jean, Ororo and Jubilee exchanged confused, worried glances - Dunac
sighed happily and dropped to his knees, wiping his hands over his sweaty
forehead and body, then wiping his hands along the mysterious material
of the floor.
"What the hell is that supposed to prove?" Jubilee asked of no
one in particular, putting on as brave a front as possible so her fear
wouldn't be apparent.
"I have just released, via my sweat glands, a pheromone that
will imprint itself upon you, making you desire... no! need to have sex,
you'll become more and more aroused and you won't be satisfied until you
get it, from me."
"You crazy son of a bitch," whispered Jean slowly.
Storm lifted her arm imperiously, pointing a finger at Dunac,
she held it there momentarily, then her eyes narrowed.
"You have blocked our powers," it wasn't a question, but rather a
statement of fact.
"But of course," chuckled Dunac,"You couldn't hurt me with them,
of course, but it just makes things that more fun."
He turned and opened the wooden door, then turned his head to
view their glorious, naked bodies once again,"I'll be back in two hours,
then every hour on the hour until you're all begging for it."
And then he was gone.
The Astral Plane.
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"I don't like being here," muttered Insanis, who had taken that
name as a joke on the insanity he was about to unleash on the world.
"Relax," replied Mavine with a smile,"This may not be
the preferred territory of The Physical Disicpline, but you know you have
nothing to fear from we of The Mental Disicpline."
Insanis grunted as way of reply.
"It has begun then? The Upstart attacked The Avengers?"
"He did, and won, dammit! Now his claim to leadership is stronger."
"And Dunac?"
"He is a throwback," snorted Insanis in disgust,"All he ever talks
about is sex."
"I thought The Physical Discipline enjoyed sex?"
"We do, but only as another pursuit of physical perfection, like
fighting and athletic competition, hunting and killing. Dunac is obsessed
with it, and that cuts back any chances he might have of being chosen
as leader, despite being one of the first."
"The Avengers were only the first line of defense, you know?" asked
Mavine, already knowing the answer but also knowing how much The Physicals
enjoyed posturing,"There will be more."
"Of course," chuckled Insanis,"And we will crush them all to
prove our dominance."
"Soon we shall rule this mudball," said Mavine,"The throwbacks
and lessers and weaks will be eliminated, the strongest shall be our
slaves and we will move on to other planets, until the Universe falls
before our might."
"It is our destiny," agreed Insanis,"We have evolved to the
highest point of physical and mental perfection, we were meant to rule
the pathetic sheep that have been destroying the planet since they first
learned how to sharpen sticks and throw rocks."
They touched fingers in the traditional greeting that they had
used in other meetings, and then Mavine released his mind back to his
body, where he was truly comfortable, while she stayed on in the Astral
Plane, where she was truly at home.
Humanity's final stand had finally come.
The message was sent out exactly half an hour after the defeat
of The Avengers, at the command of Insanis, who still retained his role
as figurehead until his Fellows Of The Physical Discipline could decide
on a leader. Mavine and her Fellows Of The Mental Discipline had, with
ease, sent out a a worldwide telepathic message to every sentient being
on the planet, a message that was guaranteed to recieve attention instantly
as they announced thier arrival.
- WE ARE HERE! - they had blasted into everyone's head, shocking
everybody in the world into stopping at the same time, no matter where
they were in the world, no matter what they were doing.
- HUMANITY, YOU'RE TIME IS DONE, - they had continued, - MUTANTS
WERE THE FIRST SIGN, BUT NOW THEY, TOO, ARE OBSOLETE, THE CHOSEN HAVE
ARRIVED, THE NEW EVOLUTION OF HUMAN EXISTANCE, THE FINAL EVOLUTION OF
HUMAN EXISTANCE IN HERE, NOW! -
Then, to emphasize their point, mental projections of
The Avenger's defeat were given into everybody's minds, along with the
message, - WE HAVE ALREADY DEFEATED WITH EASE THE GREATEST EXAMPLES OF
THE OLD HUMANITY, THE AVENGERS FELL BEFORE US EASILY, AND ANY OTHERS WHO
THINK THEY COULD CHALLENGE OUR POWER WILL SUFFER THE SAME FATE. YOUR
TIME AS MASTERS OF THIS PLANET IS OVER, NOW YOU WILL SERVE US AS WE
LIFT HUMANKIND TO IT'S RIGHTFUL PLACE AS EVENTUAL RULERS OF THE UNIVERSE. -
Finally, the last ultimateum was given.
"YOU WILL SERVE US, OR DIE."
End Marvel Evolution 1. (3/3)
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