Subject: PPC: An Alternate Crashing Down, Ch. 6
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Posted on: 2011-07-08 21:15:00 UTC

Generic Mythology

Suicide roared in rage, and met Red Hulk halfway down the steps. Mjolnir clashed with Zeus' Thunderbolt as the two warriors battled for control of Mount Olympus and the Generic Mythology lands. The remnants of Red Hulk's Stormtroopers stopped figthing to cheer for their general, and Suicide's Mongols did the same thing.

The Graeco - Sycthian fought manfully, but his opponent scored the first blood, the Spear of Ares cutting a gash across his right arm. This only spurred him to greater rage, however, and his return blow broke three of Red Hulk's ribs. The Mutant staggered back, but used Zeus' Thunderbolt as a sword to parry Suicide's further blows.

"Spirits of Blood and Thunder! Come to my aid!" called Suicide as he thrust his spear into Red Hulk's left arm, drawing forth a stream of blood that the Graeco - Scythian greedily drank. He felt himself grow stronger as a result, empowered by the sudden sustenance.

"I can do better!" roared Red Hulk. "Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentech and Slaanesh! Empower me with your Marks of Chaos!" Red Hulk grew larger and stronger as his skin darkened with the powers of the Warp. His wounds healed at an accelerated rate, and the power of his weapons increased threefold. Suicide still fought on, however, memories of Dio, Nume, and Illaren's deaths adding to his determination.

Finally, Gugnir batted the Spear of Ares aside, and then thrust up to pirce Red Hulk's heart. Then Suicide bashed the mutant's head with Mjolnir again and again and again until the hammer's head was coated in brain matter. At that point, the powers of Chaos flew out of Red Hulk's body, banished back to their dark realm.

But it wasn't over yet. Suicide instructed Hades to give him Red Hulk's soul, so that he can give it a thousand tortures while his Mongols looted Mount Olympus for all that it's worth. It was going to be a fun day...

New Sirion, Jasmine Palace

Makes - Things watched as his Gauss Flayer slowly deconstructed Bellatrix Lestrange to her component atoms. Possessed by Slaanesh (The Chaos God/ess of Pleasure and Pain), the Death Eater had tried to seduce him to the side of the Multiverse Lords, not knowing that the inventor had purged himself of bodily lusts a long time ago. Except for bloodlust, of course, one can always use the rush of killing someone to spur one's creative juices.

"Crucio!" Rookwood cried as he tried to mount an ambush from behind a column. But the spell just bounced off Makes - Things' Personal Shield and hit him. The Death Eater's life was then ended by a headshot from Makes - Things' Fusion Blaster. The Royal Inventor laughed at the audacity of the insect.

As he went on, the Death Eaters began using slightly smarter tactics, trying to bring down the ceiling on top oh him. But Makes - Things just blasted the falling masonry with his Gauss Flayer and fired at his opponents with his Fusion Blaster, frying them instantly. He laughed.

Then he decided to holster his guns and go into melee combat instead, taking out a special steroid which not only had no negative effects on his body, but increased his strength and reflexes to that of ten men. The Royal Inventor then strode across the halls, surprising the enemy's minions and tearing them apart with his bare hands.

Suddenly, he heard the sounds of gunfire coming from the gardens. Knowing that the King was in danger, he set off like a rocket to where the skirmish was occuring. When he got there, he tore off the heads of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and threw them at Draco, who barely had time to scream before Makes - Things shot him with his Gauss Flayer.

The rest of the Death Eaters tried to flee, but the Royal Inventor's unerring aim made sure that none suceeded in doing so. Once the skirmish was over, King Durran Illian, True Claimant to the Rulership of the Multiverse, turned to him and said:

"I don't know how to reward you."

"What about a throphy made of Unobtainum?" said Makes - Things. "I know it's radioactive, but I have a suit that pprotects me from such things."

"That's a great idea," said King Durran. "But I have one better." He then instructed his servants to bring him his Scepter of Office. He then took out the Mini - Silmaril that served as its head and gave it to Makes - Things. "This is one of the most precious things I can give to you. Please, do with it as you will."

Makes - Things smiled. "As it so happens, I am developing a suit of Power Armour similar to Iron Man's, but better. This Silmaril will do as a power source." He then went off to the Halls of Invention, ready to make more instruments of war.

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