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Cable : Evolution 1.
Offices Of The Daily Bugle.
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Irene Merryweather, as a reporter at the highly unrespected
Supermarket Tabloid - The Inquiring Eye - struggled constantly to maintain
a poise and dignity not often found in the washed up alcoholics and
has-beens found in such gutter rags.
Irene Merryweather, as an intelligent woman of the nineties, was
fiercely proud of her accomplishments and achievements, and worked hard for
respect from her peers.
Irene Merryweather longed to be a reporter at the paper she
strongly considered to be the best in the world, The Daily Bugle. This
was her lifetimes greatest ambition, something she would sacrifice anything
but her journalistic integrity for.
Irene Merryweather had a cock stuffed into her mouth.
This unexpected turn of events had come as a result of meeting
with Dan Merenson, Submissions Editor at The Daily Bugle. He'd expressed
interest in her work, been impressed by her maturity, and flashed his
dick at her.
When she'd tried to leave the office, he'd quickly and
confidentially painted a picture of what would happen if she left the
office. Any attempts to reveal what he'd done would see the Bugle's
legal department retaliate quickly and lethally, painting Irene as a
pathetic hack who'd tried to blackmail her way into the Bugle's staff,
when refused she'd created this ridiculous fiction that Dan had sexually
harassed her.
His words had an almost hypnotic effect on her, as he quickly
cut off every thought she might have of retaliating. If she reported
him, at best she would have earned the ire of The Daily Bugle for incurring
massive legal damages, at worst she would lose her money, her apartment,
her job at The Inquiring Eye and any chance of either getting in at The
Bugle.
However, if she just did a little thing, such a little thing
really, and gave him a blowjob, she would have a job at The Daily Bugle
and become a real Journalist. She simply had to 'pay her dues' as it
were.
And, believe it or not, she had been desperate enough for a job
to accept.
His pants were down around his knees and his knob was pressed
between Irene's lips. Her head bobbed quickly up and down as she moved
over his cock.
He'd made her pull off the tight sweater she'd been wearing, which
had only served to accentuate her fat breasts. She'd always hated them,
not because she thought they were too big or wobbly or anything, but
because they were always the first thing men looked at, and they usually
didn't bother to look up any higher than that afterwards. Now she was
on her knees in front of a man, wearing only a bra to cover her breasts
as she sucked his cock and he roughly felt up her breasts, pawing her
fat tits greedily as he moaned in pleasure.
Irene gurgled about his cock, trying to suck in breath after
deep-throating Dan. This just served to excite him more as she dragged
her sensual lips up over his cockshaft, slurping noisily on his fat,
purple cockhead.
She felt awful, how had she let him talk her into this? She was
giving up on all her ideals and highbrow feminism and sucking on a man's
cock just to get a job. But she'd gone this far, what was the point in
stopping now? she thought as she fed the full length of his cock into her
mouth.
Dan panted heavily, one hand on the back of Irene's head - a gentle
reminder for her not to stop - as his other hand mauled her breasts, feeling
her up, sliding his fingers into her bra and twisting her nipples about,
causing them to grow embarrassingly erect.
"Ummm," Irene sighed as her lips dragged up over Dan's cock,
sucking on his cockhead, her cheeks hollowing in as she allowed a humming
noise to vibrate over her lips, sending thrills throughout his cockshaft.
Her head continued to fall and rise in a slow but steady rhythm,
feeding his glistening cock into her mouth again and again, knowing that
the inevitable was coming.
Dan had a huge, arrogant grin on his face, his eyes focused in
on her, watching her mouth drag up and down over her lips.
"Yeah, baby, that's right," Dan moaned,"Suck it, you little
bitch, suck it!"
Irene rolled her eyes up, angry at being treated this way, okay
she was sucking his cock, but she wasn't his bitch, dammit!
She pulled her lips away for a moment, as if she could make out
that she wasn't going to continue. She took a moment to stare down at
the result of her efforts, the cleft of his cock parted slightly, a couple
of sticky drops of pre-cum bubbling out.
Irene stared almost hypnotically at the slimy drops of juice,
then resigned herself to going back down on him, taking the tip of his
prick between her lips and sliding her tongue over the eye of his penis,
hoping to get him off as soon as possible.
She began to suck on him again, greedy gulps of his meat as she
struggled to get the Submissions Editor off. She wrapped her fist around
the base of his penis and began wanking him quickly up and down as her
lips worked over his cock-head. She was trying to make him shoot his
cum, to blow his load so that she could finally get her job and never
have to think about this embarrassing situation again.
Her fist rose up and met her lips as they slurped down over his
cock, then descended down to the base of his cock as his swollen helmet
jerked slightly in her mouth, indicating he was almost ready to let go.
She laved her tongue against the sensitive point where the fat,
throbbing vein ran down along the underside of his cockhead. She had
pushed him to the limit now, her face a mask of concentration as she went
about sucking this man's cock like she'd done everything in her life, to
the best of her abilities, trying to excel in everything she ever did.
Dan pressed his heels into the plush carpet of his office, his
body beginning to quiver and tremble as his orgasm drew near. His ass
slid back and forth on the desk he was leaning on as he fucked his prick
in and out of her sucking mouth.
The moist, juicy slurps emanating from her mouth were incredibly
arousing by themselves, and Dan howled in pleasure, confident that the
soundproofed walls of his office protected him from any eavesdropping
secretary.
Irene sighed in relief as she felt his hot load explode into
her mouth. The thick sperm splashed against the back of her throat and
poured down her gullet as she quickly sucked it down and swallowed his
cream, drinking it all down.
She kept on sucking him, not wanting any sperm to escape and
fall onto her bra or sweater, which lay on the floor next to her. Dan
continued to hump slowly into her mouth, grunting thickly as he groped
her fat titties, moaning happily.
When at last he was empty, she drew her lips away slowly, pulling
off his helmet and unconsciously licking her lips, an extremely erotic
sight. The head of his prick glistened, polished to a shine by her
talented tongue, and he stared down at her from between the sweaty locks
of his fringe, which had fallen forward over his forehead.
"So?" she asked, trying to be angry with him but still feeling
intimidated. After all, he'd just forced her into one of the
most submissive positions possible, and she was still on her knees in
front of him,"Do I get the job?"
"Well, honey," Dan grunted,"You...."
- WE ARE HERE! - blasted into their heads, shocking both the half
naked reporter and the Submissions Editor.
- HUMANITY, YOU'RE TIME IS DONE, - the massive, intruding voice
continued, - MUTANTS WERE THE FIRST SIGN, BUT NOW THEY, TOO, ARE
OBSOLETE, THE CHOSEN HAVE ARRIVED, THE NEW EVOLUTION OF HUMAN EXISTENCE,
THE FINAL EVOLUTION OF HUMAN EXISTENCE IN HERE, NOW! -
In both of their mind's eyes, mental projections of The Avenger's
defeat were intruded into their thoughts.
- 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. -
Irene clutched the sides of her head, Dan was on his knees now,
moaning fitfully as he came to terms with the sudden intrusive messages
and it's overwhelming power.
"YOU WILL SERVE US, OR DIE."
The Residence of Nathan and Domino Summers.
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"Come on, pick up the phone, dammit!" snapped Nathan Summers, aka
Cable, as he held the phone to his ear.
For over half an hour now, since the telepathic message had
blasted through both his and Domino's - his wife's - minds, he'd been
trying to get in contact with X-Factor, with no success.
"No luck?" called Domino from the other room, where she was
packing some things up for her, Cable and their child before they got
the hell out of the New York area. While they lived in the suburbs, far
from the city, Cable wanted to get serious distance between them, perhaps
join up with X-Force, who'd been in San Francisco the last time he'd talked
with them.
"None, and we can't leave this any longer I'm afraid, we better
get out of here. If they need our help, we can always show up later and
lend a hand."
He'd tried telepathically getting in contact with X-Factor at
first, but some kind of powerful telepathic screening was blocking his
efforts. Coupled with the ferocity of the initial message, he knew he
was either dealing with an incredibly powerful telepath or, more likely,
a group of them working in concert. His first job was to get his wife
and child to safety, after that he would consider helping out on a grander
scale, but for now he just wanted to protect his family.
He turned about and stepped through the archway into Domino and
his bedroom.....
And found himself inside a large, bright laboratory, shiny and
rife with the scent of antiseptic.
"What the?"
"My apologies," said a voice behind him,"The effect of the teleport
can be disconcerting, I'm sure, but I was forced to take drastic
measures."
Cable spun about, his eyes growing wide as he saw the instigator
of his teleportation.
"NO!" he shouted in rage,"We killed you!"
He lashed out instinctively with a powerful flash of yellow
telekinetic energy from his eye, it was strong enough to melt metal and
reduce stone to slag, but was entirely ineffective against his opponent,
who simply seemed to... part about it.
"Relax, Nathan," said Mr. Sinister, lifting his hands up
placatingly,"I only want to talk."
"Forget it!" roared Cable, and another psi-blast burst from
his eye, which Sinister shifted his body about easily.
"Nathan, we could do this all night and not get anywhere. You
can't attack me telepathically because you know I'll turn it against you,
and I'll dodge any telekinetic attack you throw at me."
Enraged by Sinister's calm, Cable leaped over a laboratory bench
and ducked beneath his enemy's sight.
"A clever tactic, Nathan," observed Sinister calmly, standing at
ease in the center of the room,"But futile, I have no wish to fight you."
He cast his gaze up at the monitors along the walls of the lab,
and allowed a smirk to cross his lips as each one blew out in a rush of
telekinetic fury. Each shard flew at him with lethal purpose, and Sinister
allowed them to penetrate his body, slowing their velocity with his own
flesh, allowing him to expel each one seconds later to the floor. His
skin was unharmed, and no blood leaked from any wound in his flesh.
Cable lept up behind him, throwing a brutal kick that would
shatter the spine of a normal man.
But Mr. Sinister was no normal man, his body yielded slightly,
then opened to accept Cable inside of him. His gray flesh sealed up
behind him, trapping The Askani'Son inside his hated nemesis' body. He
threw wild punches and kicks inside the pliant flesh, then concentrated
his telekinetic powers and blasted them out in a 360 degree radius.
Sinister smiled, allowing the t.k energy to flow out between the
pores in his skin, enjoying full use of his total control over his own
body.
"Now listen to me, Cable, I could hold you inside my body long
enough to get you into some kind of neutralizing field, or I could even
flood your body with my own skin and choke you to death. Right now, I'm
the only thing allowing oxygen to pass from my pores into your own, I
am effectively keeping you alive."
Cable's response was another, wild psionic burst, which was again,
totally ineffective.
"But I am not, because I really do just want to talk."
Cable was released from Sinister's hold, spilling out of the other
man's body to the ground, coughing and spluttering. He struggled to his
hands and knees and turned a hate filled gaze on the villain, then forced
calm upon himself, drawing himself to his impressive full height of 6
foot seven.
"You have my attention, Sinister, but first I want an answer, how
did you survive?"
"I didn't," replied the silver-skinned scientist,"The Mr. Sinister
that died at Apocalypse's hands remains dead, despite the efforts of his
machines and computers to reanimate his corpse. (*)
During recent events in this world, an amalgamation of the psyches
of the mutants Charles Xavier and Erik Magnus Lensherr formed the villain
Onslaught, who traveled back in time and created an alternate timeline
where Apocalypse ruled the majority of the world. Certain heroes and
mutants from the 'real' timeline managed to change this course of events
back to the original timeline. Fortunately for me, rather than stay in
that dying corpse of a world, I slid in ahead of the heroes and joined them
in this much more vital world, with a virtual plethora of new research
material to peruse." (**)
"Research material, you mean people?" snapped Cable angrily.
"Of course," Sinister replied dismissively, as if he didn't see
the problem with this line of thinking,"And I was happy to devote myself
to Research, I felt no great desire to interfere with the heroes of this
world. Unlike my counterpart on this planet, there is no looming threat
of Apocalypse to rush my work into different fields than I had intended,
my only desire is to garner a greater knowledge of the flawed workings
of Nature, and then attempt to create a more efficient model."
"I sense a but coming up here," muttered Cable,"There's always
a but with you, Sinister, no matter which 'you' you are."
"You know me well, Nathan, despite the fact we have never met
before, there is indeed, a 'but'."
"Out with it, Sinister, my patience is growing thin."
"Consider me daunted, Nathan," replied Sinister with a smirk,
then walked past the powerful telepath and punched several buttons on
a console set in one wall of the lab. A panel of the wall beside Cable
turned about, revealing a series of monitors, buttons and knobs that
were suitable impressive.
The fact that Sinister had known where Cable would be standing
was an unpleasant thought, and Nathan couldn't help but wonder how closely
this 'other' Sinister had been observing him and Domino.
"What you are seeing on those screens, are scenes from a 'secret'
Government facility known as Base 14 Alpha 7. They are disturbing to
say the least."
Before Cable's eyes appeared images of Doctors and Nurses holding
down a variety of men and women who struggled mightily against them,
kicking and thrashing, screaming incoherently as they were repeatedly
injected with a variety of hypodermic needles which seemed to have no
affect. Cable noted with shocked eyes that many of the people's skins
were crawling and twisting about in ways that human skin couldn't. It
almost seemed like there was something beneath the surface, trying to
burst out.
"It's almost more graphic because of the silence," noted Sinister
dispassionately, showing no emotion despite his allusions to the more
disturbing aspects of the films,"I had to struggle just to get a video
feed into this Facility."
On one screen, several nurses released thier patients and turned
to stare in horror at something off-screen. Doctors cried out silent
admonishments before they, too, fell silent and stared at whatever was
off-screen, their eyes wide with horror. The screen suddenly switched
to static, leaving Cable unsure of what had happened, although he could
guess.
The scene was repeated again and again, different monitors showing
other Doctors and nurses suddenly releasing their patients and staring
off-screen at something, horror apparent in thier faces.
Finally only one monitor was left, showing a hallway that was
eerily empty. Without warning, furniture and paintings on the wall began
to fly about of thier own volition, smashing into walls, floors and
ceilings. Suddenly, the camera angle drastically changed as it was
ripped from the floor, either by the same mysterious force or something
more physical, and smashed into the ground. A foot planted itself firmly
in the camera's lens for a brief second before this final monitor switched
to static as well.
"What the hell was that?" asked Cable, his face a study in shock.
"An abomination that is not of either my makings, or an example
of Nature's crude handiwork. No, this time the fault is man's and man's
alone."
"What are you talking about Sinister?" snapped Cable angrily,
ill at ease in the company of even an alternate of the man who had been
the bane of his existence and the cause of all his woes in life,"Or are
all Sinister's destined for obfuscation?"
"Look closely at the final image, Cable," Sinister replied with
unemotional calm,"What is wrong with the image?"
Cable looked back at the central monitor, which now showed the
image of a single, bare foot. It was a plain, simple foot, with no
other notable qualities than a remarkable paleness... and.... and....
"A toe-tag?"
"Precisely," replied Sinister, with an odd inflection in his
voice that was almost approval,"Signifying what?"
"A dead body? But that's definitely a living foot."
"A dichotomy that interested me," chuckled Sinister, a false
laugh that contained no humor,"So I enhanced the image to see just who
our dead friend is, or rather, was."
The image on the monitor changed again, and now the name on the
toe-tag was clear.
Duncans, J.
"Who is... was he?"
"Jessie Duncans, a 23 year old factory worker, married with
one child. He was decidedly average, he played football in High School
but never made the grade in either mental or playing ability to warrant
going to College."
"So what is he doing wearing a toe-tag in a Secret Government
Facility?" asked Cable.
"Six months ago, Mr. Duncans was diagnosed with both the Aids
and Legacy Virus. As is standard with such cases, he was shipped off
to first the National Center in Atlanta before being passed on to Base
14 Alpha 7, where he would be studied as Dr. McCoy's Legacy Antitode
worked it's way through his system. He was supposed to be gone from
his home for a weekend at least, a week at most, but 'died' in a bus
crash on his way back home with a clean bill of health."
"So what was his body doing at Base 14?"
"The bus crash was a cover, after complications arose during
his treatment. It was decided that in the common good, Jessie Duncans
should cease to be and Patient 14KL5 should remain. Months later, he
died for real after suffering much the same symptoms as you just saw
on the monitors. His heart could not cope with the strain of what his
body was putting him through and he, along with a small number of others,
died... or so it seemed."
"You think their deaths were faked?"
"Not at all, rather, I think thier deaths were nothing but an
intermediary stage before their eventual rebirth."
"Rebirth? Into what?"
"I intercepted a number of the Doctor's case reports on certain
subjects. It seems that in the final stages of Duncans' collapse, his
body easily created anti-serums to the various painkillers and sedatives
he was being administered. I used that information, in conjunction with
bloodtests and test results I intercepted, to create my own version of
what McCoy has inadvertently wrought."
Another panel moved aside from across the room, and Cable stared
in disbelief and revulsion at what was contained behind the
newly revealed glass wall.
"This is FleshBag," said Sinister,"A creature that violates all
of my own scientific methods. It is gross Darwinism at it's worst,
something that freely adapts to any given situation with no defined
purpose in mind. It is reaction without thought of action."
Behind the panel was what appeared to a very large, very pale,
lump of flesh. It sat still, pulsating ever so slightly in regular,
even intervals.
"I grew this monstrosity for one purpose," Sinister continued
blandly, his unemotional voice belying his choice of words,"To attempt
to re-create what happened at Base 14 Alpha 7. I grew what is essentially
a human body without lungs, limbs or a brain, it simply is. I then
infected it with pure Legacy Virus and HIV, which quickly developed into
full blown Aids. Following that I administered the same dose of Legacy
Antitode in scale to what Base 14's patients were given and continued
to inject it with the same daily regimen of drugs, serums, sedatives and
so forth. Within a month it had begun to exhibit the same symptoms as
Duncans and the others had. It's body beneath the flesh twisted, shifted
and changed, and it easily reacted to the serums and sedatives I fed it
from then on. Since then I've bombarded it with radiation, lasers,
bio-kinetic energy blasts, telekinetic attacks, vacuums, explosives, I've
hacked it up into pieces no bigger than several molecules across and
through it all, FleshBag has adapted, changed and survived."
"Are you saying that this... thing, can adapt to any attack?"
"Not only that, but that any change in it's
environmental conditions are instantly taken into account to provide it's
ultimate comfort. In a vacuum, it's body is capable of recycling the
oxygen in it's system, to no reachable limit I've been able to find
so far. In fire, it's body absorbs the excess heat and converts it to
bio-kinetic energy which it then stores in it's cells, which can contain
an infinite amount of such power. Underwater, it removes oxygen from
the H2O molecules and absorbs them through it's pores."
"And there are walking, talking humans like this?" asked Cable
in growing horror, remembering the images of The Avengers falling before
seven men who had seemed prepared for any attack thrown against them.
"Yes," Sinister replied gravely,"Consider that for just a moment,
Nathan, FleshBag has no brain, and is content to remain still in it's
little cube. But the patients who have also gained this ability to adapt
and change do have brains, and minds, and those minds have been forged
by experiences. And we've already seen the result of this combination of
thinking man and godlike powers...."
"The defeat of The Avengers," muttered Cable, finishing the words
that Sinister had left hanging.
"That's why I brought you here, Nathan," Sinister said after a
few moments, while the two of them stood staring at FleshBag,"I needed
to warn you, to alert you to just how dangerous this situation is. If
this so-called Physical Discipline succeeds in taking over this world,
evolution would stagnate, both through Nature's crude, hacking
brushstrokes and my own delicate, controlled ones. Man and mutant will
be nothing but a slave caste to a new Elite who will stagnate quickly,
because despite, no, in fact because they are able to adapt to
any situation instantly, they are no longer capable of evolving any
further forward. They mistake this for meaning they have evolved to the
furtherest point of evolution possible, when in reality they are just
another one of thousands of dead ends that evolution has seen and will
see."
"I guess I have a new mission then," muttered Cable, staring
a FleshBag through narrowed eyes,"They say there's no rest for the wicked,
I guess that extends to the good guys too."
An hour later.
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Domino shook her head angrily.
"NO!" she growled,"No, Nathan, NO!"
"Dom, we have no choice, this is more important than what has
gone on in the past."
As Cable pleaded with his wife to keep her and their child 'safe'
in the lab while he and Sinister moved about his old Safehouses and
began alerting other heroes and teams to the problems they faced, Sinister
stood in the doorway, stroking his goatee thoughtfully as he stared at
their child.
"Such an ordinary child for two such extraordinary mutants," he
mused thoughtfully,"I wonder if it has anything to do with Domino's
powers?"
He left the two bickering lovers alone for a time, moving past
the now covered section of wall where FleshBag lay contentedly,
if something without a brain could be content.
He moved through the lab, heading for the transport chamber
from which he and Cable would begin thier journey.
Once he was gone and the lab was empty, the thin sheath of flesh
again began working it's way through the invisible crack in the wall, as
FleshBag worked it's way towards freedom.
(*) The climactic final battle happened at the end of the original
story of this series, Something Sinister This Way Comes. Available upon
request from : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
(**) As recounted in Age Of Onslaught, again, available upon
request.
End Cable : Evolution 1.
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