11 some fun
[Since I'm in a good mood, today there is a double chapter]
(POV: Noah)
I walked down the hallway, the tentacles slowly emerging from my arms. Suddenly, some doors that were closed opened, revealing soldiers equally equipped as the one I had killed a few seconds ago.
I ran, and the whips cut off the heads of the soldiers with great speed. One crouched down in time, showing good reaction time. I grabbed him by the head and slammed him against the wall. His body was destroyed, and blood splashed. I felt gunshots in my back, so I looked behind me and saw a soldier shooting at me. Slowly, I approached him. The soldier began to retreat, moving farther away and throwing a grenade at me. I sighed. A tentacle with incredible speed grabbed the grenade out of the air and returned it to the soldier. I watched the grenade explode in front of the soldier, sending him flying through the air. He seemed almost dead as he fell to the ground, moving slightly, indicating he was dying.
Approaching him, I grabbed his body, took off his helmet, and saw his face—a guy about 30 years old, with normal black hair and brown eyes. The man looked at me with horror, which was understandable if you saw me for the first time.
One of my tentacles grabbed his helmet and brought it closer to my face. I took it with my hand and asked, "Camera...? Does he have a camera...?"
The man looked at me with horror. I sighed, and a tentacle swiftly cut off his head. How useless.
I looked at the helmet in my hand. "If you see me... fuck you." I threw the helmet on the ground and broke it with my leg. I left. If there was a camera in that helmet, well, I hope you like my beautiful words of a gentleman.
I walked to the ladder, deactivated my card, and used Jeff's card. Quickly, I began to climb with my fingers. After a few seconds, I was able to get out. But it seems I had unexpected visitors. I stuck my head out and saw several soldiers around the place. I jumped without making a sound and grabbed a metal beam from the ceiling. Luckily, there were no soldiers near the hatch. I looked below me and saw several soldiers. Was it Kingpin or S.H.I.E.L.D.?
I quickly jumped through an open window of the factory, utilizing parkour to reach the roof effortlessly. Climbing on concrete or metal with my fingers was easy.
Crouching down, I surveyed the area. Trucks were scattered around, along with some extra soldiers. Annoying, to say the least.
Speed would be better for me. I'd kill everyone quickly; that's why I have Jeff. I leaped from the factory to a place without soldiers, falling to the ground silently. Time to have some fun.
Drawing my knife, I closed my eyes and waited. Nearby sounds indicated that two soldiers were approaching. I jumped towards the wall, grabbing it with my fingers and sliding through it slightly. After a few seconds, the soldiers walked past where I had been moments ago.
Swiftly, I descended, cutting their heads like butter with my knife. Luckily, their heads didn't fall in my direction, or they would've spotted me.
Grabbing a gun, I ascended to the roof of the building. Stealth was getting dull. A little FPS action wouldn't hurt. I aimed at the people in the vehicles and quickly shot two in less than a second. Unfortunately, it alerted everyone.
"ENEMY!" I heard the scream and smiled, pointing at more soldiers. With abnormal precision, I shot them in the head, utilizing superhuman strength to my advantage. I hardly felt the recoil.
Dispatching several soldiers quickly, I dodged a bullet, feeling instant danger. It wasn't as strong as the spider sense, but it was similar. I targeted the soldier who shot me and took him out with a headshot.
Chuckling, I continued shooting at the soldiers. Eventually, I dropped the gun and leaped off the roof. My knife appeared, and I grinned. It was time for fun. Running towards a soldier reloading his gun, I cut his head off effortlessly, watching it soar through the air.
Using the headless soldier's body as a shield, I charged forward. "TIME TO GET WILD!" I shouted, activating my "sense of madness" ability. Bullets seemed to slow down as I ran towards a soldier, beheading him in one swift motion. I continued mercilessly, cutting through soldiers without hesitation, even slicing one so hard that I cleaved him in half.
I smiled as I started dodging bullets, using my senses to predict their trajectory. Technically, I could dodge a bullet near me, but it would require all my effort. Maybe if I activated my strongest ability, I could kill them all in seconds, but I didn't feel like it.
I quickly ran towards the last soldier, jumping towards him and grabbing his head. Approaching his face, I said, "TIME TO SLEEP!" before swiftly cutting off his head.
Looking around, I sighed and quickly ran, leaving the place behind. I ran faster than a car, with about two minutes left of the skill. Climbing the buildings, I started running between them, heading towards my house. Just in case, while running, I checked my body for transmitters or trackers, but there was nothing.
"Phew... lucky," I sighed and smiled, running until I reached my house, thankfully.
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(third person)
In a room of the towering Fisk Tower, an imposing 2-meter-tall man surveyed screens displaying incredible, unreal videos. In one, a monstrous figure over 2 meters in height massacred dozens of soldiers within seconds, even uttering some unsettling words. In another, a deranged individual with a white hood and a scarred face effortlessly decapitated soldiers.
"What a damn bother..." muttered the 2-meter-tall man angrily. He had intended to secure the only "successful" creation from the laboratory—an incredibly powerful spider mutant. But he was too late. A monstrous creature had slaughtered all the soldiers in the laboratory, while another psychopath had dispatched the surface soldiers within minutes.
"Haa... so you want to play like that, right? Let's play..." The imposing figure was Wilson Fisk, also known as Kingpin. He had assembled a large team of highly trained mercenaries, professionals whom he expected to execute his orders flawlessly. However, everything had failed. Additionally, Kingpin seethed with anger because a mere 16-year-old boy had managed to steal highly confidential data from his private research laboratories on mutant creation. Though they had succeeded in eliminating the boy, the USB containing the crucial information had vanished. Kingpin had nearly killed his secretary in a fit of rage upon discovering that the two mercenaries he had dispatched to retrieve the USB from a school had inexplicably died, and the USB remained elusive.
Kingpin sighed heavily and poured himself a glass of exceptionally expensive wine, hoping it would help soothe his frayed nerves.
"Who would have sent that monstrous figure over 2 meters...? Someone aiming to obliterate my business...? My plans...? What a fucking nuisance..." he muttered with annoyance, taking a sip of the wine to calm down.
Gazing out of a large window that offered a breathtaking view of New York, Kingpin appeared outwardly calm. However, an endless fury burned within him. Four years of meticulous work had been carelessly tossed aside. Kingpin couldn't help but think of the hero known as "Spider Woman," whom he had once deemed a successful test subject. Additionally, the memory of the boy who had stolen the USB—Peter Parker, and his mysterious partner—ignited a firestorm of rage within Kingpin. How could two damn 16-year-olds dare to rob him, the great mastermind of crime?
Striding towards his desk, Kingpin sighed deeply before delivering a powerful blow that split the furniture in two. His strength was remarkable for a normal human. "Shit!!" he growled in anger, furious that two individuals had managed to deceive him so effortlessly.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" Kingpin continued to vent his frustration, relentlessly destroying his desk. Eventually, he calmed down, retrieving a handkerchief from his suit to wipe his bloodied hands. Sinking into an expensive sofa, he turned his attention back to the sweeping vista of New York.
"Whoever or whatever you are... I will find you... You will never be free in New York... in my territory," he murmured with eyes brimming with anger.
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(POV: Noah)
I was browsing through the files on my USB when I stumbled upon something intriguing. Among the different mutations of spider monsters and experimental data, there was a peculiar video file. It wasn't part of the experimental records; rather, it seemed to be a personal message. Curious, I opened it, and an unknown yet strangely familiar face greeted me.
"If anyone sees this video... he's probably dead... My name is Peter Parker... My uncle worked for Wilson Fisk... He... my uncle Ben died in an experiment... My friend and I were able to infiltrate Fisk's offices. We managed to get a USB with classified information. If anyone sees this video, please... take it to a trusted place. Fisk is a very dangerous person. He wields power across a large part of New York. If anyone sees this, I'll say it just one more time: please, take this USB to a trusted place and expose its contents. Wilson Fisk must be defeated He is a monster..."
"On this USB, there is information about extremely illegal activities. All of this is illegal. Please... I need this monster to be overthrown. He has killed countless people in New York—children, teenagers, adults, the elderly... even babies. He's a fucking heartless monster..." I listened intently to Peter's plea, fast-forwarding a bit to where he mentioned taking the video to a trusted place and exposing Kingpin's atrocities. I sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"It's the only thing that-"
"Hey Peter, what are you doing...?" A voice off-camera interrupted, sounding strangely familiar.
"Ah, sorry Gw--" The video abruptly cut off.
"Gwen Stacy...?" I murmured with interest. Could she be...?
I sighed and decided to take a break in the bathroom for a while. What if I were to kill Kingpin...? Technically, he's an "important" character in Marvel, though not as significant as the cosmic beings and such. Would they reward me with extra experience?
Honestly, I don't care about the consequences in New York if I were to eliminate Kingpin. But just to be safe, I'll postpone it for another day. When the time comes, I'll present him with a couple of "gifts" in the form of mutations. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.
Exiting the bathroom, I settled in front of the television. "She's a threat!! How can she hide her face from people!?!?!" Was that J. Jonah Jameson? The man was yelling at the camera with fervor. Beside him, a video showed Spiderwoman saving people from a collapsing building. It seemed she was Gwen Stacy, though it wasn't certain. Her suit was different, much simpler.
It resembled a homemade version of the original Spiderman suit, but in a female rendition. "A perfect version..." I sighed, contemplating that. Perhaps Kingpin has his sights set on her.
I rose from the couch and decided to call it a day, opting to rest for now.
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(third person)
A person with an eye patch and a bald head, none other than Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., watched intently as a video played on a large screen. The footage depicted a massive monster over 2 meters tall, effortlessly crashing a car and hurling it several meters into the air. It moved with astonishing speed, matching or even surpassing that of a car. The video concluded with the monster brutally attacking and killing a police officer before roaring victoriously at the sky.
"A monster..." Fury muttered grimly, his expression stern as he assessed the threat posed by the unknown creature. "Hmmmm... this can escalate quickly," he remarked, his voice low with concern. Gazing out of the window of the helicarrier, an advanced aerial vehicle reminiscent of a modern aircraft carrier, Fury sighed heavily. "The world is descending into chaos more and more... Kree, and now mutant monsters...?" he murmured, reflecting on the increasingly dire state of affairs.
Fury sighed heavily and took decisive action, reaching for an advanced cell phone exclusive to high-ranking individuals in S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Yes, sir?" came a prompt response from the other end of the line. Fury wasted no time in conveying his orders. "Coulson, I need you to head out immediately to investigate a matter of utmost importance. The situation is dire; if left unchecked, it could unleash destruction and chaos upon New York City."
"I will send you a video. Head to the address depicted in the footage and conduct a thorough investigation of the area and the incident. Time is of the essence," Fury instructed with gravity in his voice.
"Yes, sir!" came the prompt reply from the other end of the line, conveying a sense of urgency. Fury ended the call and turned his gaze back to the window.
"Haa... I hope this can be resolved swiftly. I have other pressing matters to attend to..." he murmured wearily, a weight of responsibility evident in his tone.
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N/A: here the author!
This chapter is shorter than an average one, sorry about that, I was a little tired, I spent several hours trying to do something and I couldn't, maybe another day I can, but hey, that's life, enjoy the chapter!!
