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Marvel : Evolution 3. (3/3)
Mark's Toy Emporium - New York City.
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The toilet flushed, the man burped and then left the receptacle,
taking the time to scratch out the letter 'Y' on the 'Please Wash Your
Hands' sign so it read 'Please Wash our Hands' instead.
He giggled at his wit and turned to look at the toilet he'd
just exited. There was no sign of any glowing yellow portals, which
was curious.
He dropped to his knees and clutched his head as if suddenly
in deep despair.
"MY GODS! THE FOOL! SHE FINALLY DID IT! SHE FINALLY BLEW
THE DAMN THING UP!"
Having gotten his Charlton Heston impersonation out of the way,
Deadpool stood up and moved to a window, looking out and watching the
silent explosions in the far off distance.
"Ewww, fireworks, Mommy!" he cooed quietly, then noticed the
large plume of fire erupting out of the ridiculously large ship floating
over the city. There was an air of detachment to the whole thing, he
was so far away that it was quiet, like it wasn't real.
"That's where the action is," The Merc-With-A-Mouth noted, watching
the flames and smoke clear from the ship, leaving a ragged hole in it's
side,"That's where Papa Deadpool gots to be."
He silently calculated the distance in his head, then reached
down and activated his teleporter.
Seconds later, the men's room for Mark's Toy Emporium was empty.
And the sign said 'Please Wash our Hands'.
They attacked Thor en-masse, and with a roar he flung them away
from him.
"THOU HAST LAID CLAIM TO MIDGARD!?!" roared Thor, swinging his
mighty Uru hammer - Mjolnir - and casting his eyes about. The Fellows
floated all around him, hundreds of them, but his presence was like
nothing they had ever felt.
It they were the New Evolution of Humanity, then he was something
more.
"THEN THOU WILT PROVE THINE CLAIM!" roared Thor,"BY
SELECTING A CHAMPION TO FACE ME! THOR, GOD OF THUNDER! THE ODIN-SON AND
PROTECTOR OF MIDGARD!"
All eyes turned to Justin, who stood on top of the tallest World
Trade Tower, wind whipping through his hair and his toga as his steely
eyes fixed on Thor.
"No one is taking this world away from me!" he growled,"God or
not, I. WILL. CRUSH. YOUR. BONES!"
He leaped into the air and Thor rushed to meet him.
"DID YOU LIKE LETTING ME DROP, HUH?" roared Lupus with a
vicious kick to Spider-Man's side,"DID YOU AND THAT LITTLE BITCH OF
YOURS LAUGH WHEN I FELL ALL THE WAY DOWN!"
Spider-Man coughed, feeling blood against his lips as it exited
his mouth and was blocked by his mask.
Another vicious kick sent him over onto his back, and Lupus
screamed with fury, booting The Webslinger again and again.
"Well let me ask you something!" he grunted, whispering softly
into Spider-Man's ear as he knelt down beside him,"Who's laughing now?"
Deadpool laughed.
He'd teleported aboard the ship and what had he found? the two
most intelligent men on the planet lying on their backs with a giant,
green man on his stomach between them and two hotties and a skinny young
kid slumped up against the wall.
"Maybe Monty was right," he chuckled, not really finding it
funny but needing a release,"Maybe the world is doomed and I've gone and
landed myself right in the middle of it."
"N... not yet," gasped a voice, snapping Deadpool's gaze over
to The Monarch Of Latveria,"Doom.... will not allow the world to end."
Deadpool moved up beside him and squatted right down, looking
with curiosity at possibly the smartest and also most vicious man in
the world.
He looked like shit.
Doom's legendary armor was cracked down the helmet, his robes and
cape torn. The device Reed had set off had been specifically designed
to overload and shut down Doom's armor, and it had mostly worked. However,
Doom had fired a vial into the ground which had blasted the room with
a chemical designed to neutralize Reed's elastic abilities, making his
body into a big, wobbly rubber man incapable of even standing up, let
along fighting.
Doom's malfunctioning armor had set off an energy burst from
one gauntlet which smashed through a wall and exploded the
oxygen regenerators housed inside. This created a very
impressive explosion which had sucked all the air from the room but not
done any more damage than blowing out the wall, removing all the oxygen
from everyone's lungs, knocking them out cold.
"What's the plan, Doctor?" asked Deadpool, trying to be serious
and show a little respect. After all, this was Doctor Doom he was talking
to, not some freaky voodoo magician with a band-aid on his nose or some
loser who liked to lock people in death-traps for kicks.
"The Gamma Wave," gasped Doom,"You must activate the Gamma Wave."
"Gamma Wave?" asked Deadpool, a little unsure as he turned to
look at The Hulk,"Doesn't that make guys like tall, green and muscle bound
"No," lied Doom,"Specially designed.... to attack only our en...
our enemies, wipe them out completely."
"Sounds like a plan," said Deadpool, standing up and rubbing
his palms together,"How do I start it up? Just throw my arms up and go
woah, hope everyone else joins in?"
"The main flight console," gasped Doom, pointing behind him in
the rough direction,"A large red... button under.... a glass casing,
break the casing and push the button!"
"Will do," said Deadpool, happy to be helping to save the world.
And he broke the glass and pushed the button that would kill
tens of millions.
Spider-Man was slammed against the wall, the strong bricks shaking
and shuddering.
"Come on, don't just take it!" laughed Lupus, stepping back and
lowering his arms,"I'll give you one free shot!"
Spider-Man coughed and blood dripped through his mask, his body
felt like it was made of broken glass, his mouth filled with his own
blood.
"You know," said Lupus conversationally,"I'm really going to
enjoy finishing what I started with that hot bitch of yours.... I can
still taste her on my mouth you know!"
Spider-Man roared with fury, stumbling off the wall and past
Lupus, who easily dodged the clumsy lunge.
"That's more like it!" he laughed,"Show a little fighting spirit!"
With a wordless growl, Spider-Man began to spin a bat made of
his webfluid.
"Oh good," laughed Lupus,"I used to love baseball!"
Thor slammed Justin into the ground, ignoring the vicious blows
rained upon him by The Master Of The Physical Discipline. He held him
down by the neck and slammed Mjolnir into his opponents face, making a
sickly, wet crunching noise.
Justin made his body flow into a liquid form and sped out of
Thor's way, reforming his body and super-compacting his molecules before
running into The Thunder God from behind and slamming him with powerful,
earth shaking blows.
The Assembled Fellowship watched it all, enthralled, none of them
noticing the loud humming noise growing from Doom's ship.
Reed Richards sat up in shock, his body slowly reforming into
a semblance of his normal shape. His body felt loose and droppy, as
if he had lost some physical cohesion as a result of Doom's attack.
He heard the humming, felt the vibrations in the ship and knew
that he'd failed, The Gamma Wave was building up, preparing to hit critical
mass and wipe out New York City entirely.
Or perhaps there was still a chance.
"Forget it, Richards!" wheezed Doom, also sitting up slowly,"It
is over, it is the only way."
"Only way?" asked Deadpool, sitting in the comfortable pilots
seat and watching Thor fight Justin on one of the scanners. He wasn't
sure who would win, neither of them was black so it made it hard to pick
a favorite,"You mean there's another way."
"No," said Doom.
"Yes," gasped Reed,"If I can get to The Fantasti-Car before
Spider-Man attaches the last rod."
He hauled himself to his feet and began a shambling, shuffling
run, stretching his arm out before him as he did so, sending it rushing
down the long corridors ahead of him as his legs bent and moved in odd
ways, making it hard for him to keep his balance.
He had to get there, or New York was doomed!
Spider-Man gripped the bat loosely in one fist and slowly moved
towards Lupus, determined to fight it out to the end.
"Come on!" laughed The Fellow, lowering his arms and grinning
maniacally,"Free shot!"
"I was hoping you'd say that," coughed Spider-Man, then pulled
his arm back in preparation to swing the bat. Lupus laughed.... and
then Spider-Man was spreading his legs in a split, dropping down and
slamming his free fist full force into Lupus' crotch.
If Spider-Man were to insert the rod now, it would phase-shift
The Physical and Mental Disciplines into the new dimension. But that
wouldn't stop the Gamma Wave wiping out New York City.
Unless Reed could reverse the genetic markers programmed into the
Phase Variance Field he hoped to create and instead of teleporting everyone
with Diosys in their DNA to the new dimension, it would teleport everyone
and everything WITHOUT Diosys.
He'd also have to re-program the field to short out and blow after
a few minutes, which would take away the shift in their molecules phase
and return them to their own dimension.
His hand, several hundred yards ahead of his body and stretched
to it's utter-most limit, pressed against the control panel to
The Fantasti-Car.
He continued running forward, struggling to concentrate and get
his fingers, which felt dull and loose, to respond to the
complex instructions he was giving it, operating the console from memory.
- Just wait a little longer, Spider-Man! - he thought desperately,
as the humming of The Gamma Wave build-up increased to a fever pitch.
Spider-Man twisted around, extended a webline and caught the
rod from it's place in the corner. Tugging back on it, he leaped into
the air and caught it.
"NO!" roared Lupus, forgetting his pain. He didn't know what
Spider-Man was planning but he meant to stop it.
He leaped after Spider-Man as he pressed the rod against the
power coupling, then slammed it down.
Reed flicked the last switch, just as he ran around the corner
and took in the sight of The Fantasti-Car. He rushed to it's side and
sighed with relief when he saw his memory had been correct, and the changes
he'd made were the right ones.
The sound of the Gamma Wave generator was shaking the entire
ship now as it approached critical mass. Any moment now it would hit
and a beam of pure gamma radiation would drop down to the ground from
the ship, then spread out until it hit the Energy Absorption Modules,
which would stop the Wave and leave New York City the worlds largest
hole in the ground.
What was Spider-Man doing!?!
Spider-Man was thrust to the ground, all his strength gone from
his last Herculean effort.
Lupus laughed in contempt, standing next to the dim and dark
rod. Looking down at it, he noticed it was slightly on an angle, so
pulled it out and squatted down to investigate.
"Huh!" he laughed,"A rock!"
He pulled the small rock out, then tossed it aside.
Turning his head, he noted with a smile Spider-Man slowly drawing
himself up to his feet.
"Oh good, extra rounds!" laughed Lupus, holding the rod in his
hand. He moved forward to give The Webswinger another beating, then
realized he still had the rod in his hand.
"Fucking thing," he muttered, and not really thinking past wanting
to hurt the man who had hurt him, shoved it back into it's power
coupling.
A beam of pure Gamma Radiation smashed into the ground from Doom's
ship.
It went unnoticed, though, as the fight between Thor and Justin
approached it's conclusion.
"Thou art finished!" growled Thor, pounding Justin down to the
ground with his mighty fists.
Justin moaned, moved to get up, then collapsed to the ground,
beaten.
Beaten.
Thor turned to order the others gone, but his eyes widened at
the sight of the green beam of energy, which was about to blast outwards
in all directions.
And then he was gone.
The Fellows blinking shock as, with a flickering, shuddering
blink, everything disappeared.
A couple of thousand feet down they could made out the bottom
of the huge hole in the ground. Far off in the distance they could
see the outskirts of the city.
But there was no city, no people, no Super-Heroes or Thunder
Gods or ship.
But a huge beam of Gamma Radiation remained, and as it hit critical
mass it exploded outwards in all directions and enveloped the entire
area where New York City had once been.
The screams of The Fellows were agonizing, but very, very brief.
Grey floated several hundred yards away from the furthest
outreach of The Gamma Wave, watching it hit the Energy Absorption Modules
and freeze in place.
The result was an incredibly massive dome of green light, a light
which had wiped his Fellows Of The Physical Discipline off the face of
the Earth and sent a wave of psionic death through The Mental Discipline
as the deaths of Five Hundred closely linked minds blasted through their
heads.
Grey had, off course, cut himself off from The Collective Mind
the moment he saw the end coming, and thus he lived.
"Well, that ends the competition, I suppose," he said with a
grin,"I shall enjoy my life on The Island, I believe I'll release or
just kill the male prisoners, but I'll keep those Harem Girls."
He turned around and bumped hard into a floating figure dressed
in red, white and blue. Next to him was a man in a green and
gold costume.
"No, you won't," Captain Britain stated simply, and then he and
Banshee smashed Grey - formerly The X-Man - with a powerful combination
punch/sonic scream.
The scream when he hit the outer edges of The Gamma Dome were
even shorter lived than his Fellows had been.
Alaska - Two Months Later.
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Sinister settled down in his chair, lifting the electronic pad
and perusing the last entry.
"Yes, that all seems right," he muttered,"Now hopefully I can
get on with my real work."
He'd been less interested with the Final Battle than he had been
fascinated by the reactions of those involved. It was all helping him
to get perspective for his studies on Human Evolution, he'd been somewhat
surprised to see that man or woman, hero or mutant, their reactions had
all been invariably similar.
They were just getting on with their lives.
He'd noticed a peculiar tendency on this world to constantly
maintain a status quo. No matter what happened, no matter how remarkable
or extraordinary, once it was over the people went back to their same
old routines.
It was most surprising with the women, most of the Super-Heroine's
involved in the 'One Day War' - as it had been coined by the now Award
Winning Co-Writers, Ben Urich and Irene Merryweather - had been raped
and then had their minds stripped to be nothing but sexual playthings
for their captors. They'd been pushed into same sex encounters, orgies,
sodomy and felatio.
And yet they'd gone back to their husbands and their boyfriends,
re-joined the teams with team-mates they been forced into intimate sexual
contact with.
And they acted like nothing had changed.
It was not only implausible, it was impossible, Sinister thought
to himself, putting the pad down. And that led to only one possible
conclusion, someone or something was making them stick to their same
old routines. Someone or something was making them act the same all the
time, no matter what happened to them.
But who? Or what?
And most especially, why?
Whatever the answers to those questions, Sinister did know one
thing for sure, repression on this scale was not healthy and it would
lead to repercussions, a veritable explosion of acts ranging from the
small to the possibly quite catastrophic. Just look at Xavier, he had
repressed for years and the result had been the Age Of Onslaught, which
had, oddly enough, given Sinister the chance to live again.
Or was that just another return to the status quo?
He sat up as he considered the possibility. Thirteen months ago
Henry McCoy had developed a cure for The Legacy Virus which had ended
a debilitating disease, cured AIDS and most forms of Cancer. At the
same time, the Sinister of this world had been killed along with
Apocalypse. Human/Mutant relationships had grown closer, slightly more
harmonious than usual and an overwhelming feeling of goodwill had been
in the air.
Now, thirteen months later, Legacy, AIDS and Cancer were once
more genuine threats to a persons life. The world had a Sinister again,
himself, Human/Mutant relations had become strained over the last two
months as more and more people began blaming McCoy for The Physical
Discipline as well as once again looking at mutants as a dangerous threat
to their way of life. If The Physical Discipline had tried to use their
powers to rule the world, what was to stop mutants? Even the new team
of super-heroes that had risen up was now gone, The Thunderbolts revealed
as a fraud and their leader - Baron Zemo - found with his penis severed
and shoved into his mouth, a warning to others not to break the status
quo? Or just an angry gesture from a lackey who'd had enough or perhaps
been pushed too far? Even The X-Man was dead, an impossibly powerful
mutant from a variation of Sinister's own timeline, he'd been the genetic
duplicate of Cable, but now he was gone, leaving only one 'son' of Scott
Summers and Jean Grey. The Fellows Of The Physical and Mental Discipline
were all gone, even those who had remained outside New York City, like
the two left to guard their precious Island, had died under the psychic
strain of their allies disintegration. Everything was back to normal,
in a way that just wasn't normal.
"The status quo?" murmured Sinister to himself, then shook his
head in amusement. He was a Bio-Geneticist, his only interest
the exploration of Human Evolution, and yet here he was worrying about
the social and psychological ramifications of an evolutionary dead-end
that had popped up two months ago and only lasted a day.
Shaking his head, he went back to his research, as he'd always
done.
Keeping the status quo.
Deep Space - The Future.
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"Captain," nodded The Security Chief, a shape-shifter, as the
Station's Captain stepped up onto the deck overlooking the Promenade
below them.
"Constable," replied The Captain with a nod. They both pretended
to be looking around, then smiled as both chose the same moment to say
the same thing.
"The girl?"
The Security Chief smiled and The Captain chuckled. Every day
for two months now they'd been watching her, the beautiful, morose Irish
woman who knocked back every attempt to engage her in conversation or
to hit on her.
All she would say was that she was waiting, never for who or for
how long she planned to wait, but every day she was there.
"Hmmm, here comes another one to give it a shot," muttered The
Captain with a grin,"Every day they try to pick her up, you'd think
word would have gotten around by now."
"He's new," replied The Constable,"Come in with a transporter
beam but wasn't listed on the passenger manifest. However he does have
a long standing room set aside on The Habitat Ring and his credentials
list him as a former Fleet Officer."
"Interesting costume," muttered The Captain, noting the full
body red and black he wore, along with a red face mask set with tiny
white eye slits surrounded by black patches,"What's his name?"
"Wade Wilson," came the reply.
They both exchanged surprised looks when the Irish girl screamed
in delight at the sight of the man and leaped into her arms, peppering
him with kisses.
"Interesting," muttered The Security Chief, turning and continuing
his patrol.
"Exactly," replied Captain Benjamin Sisko,"I have a feeling that
life is going to get even more interesting around here in the future."
End Marvel : Evolution 3.
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And that is it, the end of the biggest damn story I have ever
written and my last work of this Millennium.
It seems a suitable time to say a few words of thanks, and so
here they are.
My thanks to the loyal group of readers who have been with me
almost since I first started writing these stories. I thank you all
for your encouragement and patience as I missed self-imposed deadline
after self-imposed deadline, and hope you felt the stories were worth
the wait.
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the ridiculous concept of a t.v show called Dr. Quinn : Medicine Woman.
Without you, I would never have been filled with such rage and anger
as to have actually sat down and wrote a story just to stop me punching
a fist through the wall. Those early stories were pretty bad, but without
them I don't think I would have ever developed any writing skills at all.
And last but definitely not least, my very special thanks go
out to all of you out there who have actually taken the time to write
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what it means to get feedback, but believe me, it is very important. We
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that taking five minutes to say 'thanks' or 'good job' or 'why not try
it like this' is well worth the time it takes to say it.
So finally, as I sign off on my last story of the twentieth
century and indeed, this Millennium, I say thanks for reading and keep
watching those In-Box's and NewsGroups in the new Millennium, because I'm
not planning on going anywhere.
Dimitri.