Post by The B-Witch on Sept 18, 2010 23:08:55 GMT -5
*The Schemer's plan had failed. His attempt to create an entron activation formula instead turned people into brain lusting zombies. Worse...he and his legion of followers...along with the new gods under the direction of Spectrum were outnumbered....for nearly one hundred thousand New Yorker's in midtown manhattan were infected.
He had his long suffering girlfriend Hard Core fly him to the executive floors of the clique's headquaters in the skyscrapper of Philmont enterprises. There he managed a telepathic message to all his clique members and Spectrum's new gods.*
Everyone....we're not going to make it out of here seperately. We have to put aside our differences and fight our way out together. On the roof of Philmont towers I've a helicopter...big enough for us all. We'll fly out of here together. Hard Core....stay with me. We'll take the elevator the rest of the way up. In your condition....flying is not a good idea.
Rocket....grab Cameo and fly her to the helipad on the top floor of the building. Spectrum...I humbly suggest you place a force field around your new gods and fly them to the roof. Shadowcaster, Creature King and Brawn can fly with us. Once we are in the air....you and Rocket can fly along side the 'copter and protect us as we leave the city. Agreed???
*He raced with Hard core at his side to the elevator....slipping past his dimwitted adopted daughter turned zombie, Skylark. She like the others believed herself a Zombie and was acting accordingly.
At the elevator....he pressed for the top floor...with Hard Core along side him and the two of them soon reached the helipad level.*
We'll wait for the others and skip town. Then I'll figure out what went wrong and find a cure before this spreads beyond the city.
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"The elevator sounds good to me."
Hard Core winces a bit, rubbing her stomach again after setting him down and following him to the elevator.
"I would hope that we could find a cure, I'm sure the rest of Manhattan would prefer to not be zombies, even if Halloween is coming up."
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Emma continues her way up the stairs among the zombies to the surface, glancing skyward as she sees various Clique members taking to the sky to avoid the zombie menace on the ground. "Cowards, make a mess and not clean it up..."
She shakes her head, then looks towards the inbound police cars of Code Blue and makes a dash towards them, hoping that a more mutant back-up would be more successful than the standard beat cops that were currently starved for brains...
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Cameo frowned as she waited for Rocket to pick her up. As yet another of Schemer's supposedly fantastic schemes go literally right to hell in the proverbial hand basket. She watched at the zombies were getting closer, not something she wanted to deal with right now "Lets get a move on Rocket" she called, her accent strong, especially when agitated.
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Rocket sighed in frustration. She had not liked this plan to begin with and now it had gone crazy. This was something she had not expected as she had not been around long enough to see Schemer's schemes go berzerk. She watched one of the human zombies go over to another human zombie to start chewing on its leg. She groaned and hurried over to Cameo. With a jump into the air she scooped her up and headed for the helicopter pad. "Well this is a fine kettle of fish." She said to Cameo as they headed to the building in swoosh of motion.
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Oh sure let the man wit' da dreads fend fer 'imself ya, I'll just turn mi hair into wings to fly, ya pompous hat wearin'... oh hey dere!
*Bruno would glance about at the multitude of zombies coming his way, the symbiotic dreads wavering about menacingly at any foolish enough to get close. However one seemed to be standing there rather sedate, almost as if recognizing a familiar sight. Uncle Willie stood nearly catatonic, the only sign of activity from his zombie mind was a big grin on his face as he bobbed his head up and done in a rhythmic manner. Bruno would glance at his formerly alive relative and shake his head, fighting off the other brain eaters with relative ease. He would catch Cameo and Rocket taking to the skies, Bruno's heart skipping a beat as he would sigh happily.*
Dat woman be like an angel Uncle Willie, sweetah den yer special Maui Wowie herb ya!
*Willie would just stand there bobbing his head in time as Bruno would question him. Bruno cautiously prodded at Willie as he would just stand there, bobbing his head in the same manner he had been since Bruno got him out of the Clique hideaway. Bruno was rather perplexed at his uncle's state of mind. Sure zombies weren't exactly ready to win a Nobel anytime soon, but even for an elevated zombie such as Uncle Willie, this dumber than a sack full of hammers. After a while, Bruno's eyes would light up, stepping close to his cadaverous uncle, he would pull out and earbud...and sadly his ear from his uncle, realizing he gave him his ipod. The sweet sounds of steel drums and bass gave way as Bruno would nod his head in unison with Uncle Willie.*
Oh yeah, I like dat song too mon! Anyhoo let's get goin' Uncle Willie, dese crackas look none too safe ya. And da Schemer's downfall doesn't plot itself!
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The last sound he heard before he died all those years ago were gunshots. The last sight he saw was the 11:00 pm subway car heading to the Natural history museum. His last thought was that they got the wrong guy. He was just a car salesman.
It was the last thought he would have for ten years. And there his corpse lay, underneith a pipe in the dark. Somehow his body had been mostly preserved and not rendered into dust. It was nothing short of a miracle that none of the other tunnel dwellers in the city didn't stumble upon this. Then again, it was not unusual to find a corpse rotting underground in New York. Nothing really special about a corpse in the subway tunnells. Just another cold case to take up paperwork at his desk. Any missing persons reports about Samuel Stubbs were long lost, or just not cared about. He was just another faceless statistic.
But fate has a way of intervening at times...even if the results are disasterous. One would wonder, if the gangsters who murdered Samuel Stubbs, mistaking him for Norman Osborn several years ago, knew that the place they would leave his body would indirectly lead to a horrific disaster that would claim several lives, would they have spared him, or simply shot him and left him elsewhere. It is impossible to say.
The pipe his body began to lay under began to drip onto the corpse. A dark green liquid, the runoff from the Schemer's formula to give mutant powers to the human race. It dripped into the open mouth of the corpse, down the cold rotting throat. It gave humans the X-gene and powers, but as a side effect turned them into zombies. However, there were two factors that made this case unusual. One, he was already dead. And two, unbeknowenst to Stubbs himself, he had the X-Gene as well. The ends result was unique.
There was no first heartbeat, no rush of breath. Just the opening of his eyes. There was a green haze over everything he saw, but despite the dark he could see clearly. how long had he been here? He couldn't remember...in fact it occurred to him he couldn't remember anything. Just a word. Stubbs.
His stomach rumbled as he got up, looking around at his surroundings. A weird sound could be heard as he stumbled forward. Growing louder and louder. He turned towards the source. A great light that was approaching him at great speed. He reached his arms out to embrace it, only to be smacked by the 5:00 A Train. It knocked him backwards, ripping his left arm at the elbow and sending him spiralling into a group of subway dwellers curled up around a campfire.
"Oh my god!!! Did you see that?" They walked up to him, kneeling down. As they looked down at him, he could feel his tendons going back into place, ribs resetting. His hand even began to crawl its way back to his arm. It suprised him and didn't at the same time, like it was natural instinct.
"Murrr...." Escaped Stubb's lips.
"Don't worry man, we're gonna get you a doctor! Hey, help me get this guy up." Spoke the first one.
"I dunno man, something wrong about this guy. He smells weird." Said the second one. A more heavy set man, keeping a cautious eye on Stubbs. The trash fire gave little light, but not enough for them to see what he really looked like. Particularly with his ribs and organs exposed.
"Yeah, and we smell like a bed of roses." Said the first one, looking to him. "It's gonna be okay man...you need anything?"
Stubbs slowly got up and dusted himself off, looking at the man and seeing a pack of ciagarettes in the front pouch of his jacket. He grabbed the pack and put it into his own pocket, while his hand leaped up from the ground and grabbed the heavy set man by the back of the head. And then, the man's eyes were his eyes. He could see what he looked like through the mans eyes. And man he was ugly. At least, he thought so, He couldn't necessarily remember what it meant. With a mental command, the hand sent a signal into the brain of it's victim, causing him to grab the first man by both arms.
"Hey Carl what are you doing??? sh*t man...what do you want from me?"
Stubbs thought about it for a moment and then looked at the man. "Brains!" And he came forward, grabbing him by the back of the head and biting down, his first bite opening a hole in the front of the man's skull. His screams were drowned out by the sounds of a passing subway train. He chewed and chewed until he had partially devouered the man's brain. Then he signaled his hand to have it's prisoner go to his knees. And then stubbs leaned forward and began to dine on him too.
After two minutes, Stubbs stood with his two new brothers. Carl and Bob. Bob used to look better without the hole in his head, but now they were all one happy family. And Bob's eyes were glowing red. Odd.
He could smell more people, dozens of derelict people that were cast aside and left alone in this world. Well, he would unite them with him and his brothers. He could already feel the family growing.
Instintually, he went forward, shuffling down the subway tracks as he and his brothers began to grow their family. They listened to him, as children would a father, or ants would their queen. Unquestioning, obedient. And very, very hungry.
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Screams begna to fill the subway as the family began to emerge onto the platform. His family was slow...excpept for the ones with the gift of speed. His brothers and sisters had so many unique gifts. It made him a little sad at first, but after the man in a blue suit with a gun shot him a few times, and he retaliated by throwing his liver at the man, causing the liver and them an to explode in a beautiful cloud of green and red, he figured he had gifts of his own. After all, he was their ... hmm he was gonna have to come up with a name for what he was if they were going to continue expanding. he didn't know why they had to...only that they did.
Riot police began to rush down the subway steps as he finished munching on the arm of a guitar player. As he got up, he grabbed an old coin from his pocket and tossed it into the guitar case, grunting as he moved alone.
"FREEEZE!!!" Spoke one of them as he shot at him. He felt a weird pushing feeling between his ribs as the bullet passed through him. Not really pain, more of an empty feeling. But he was finding the more brains he ate, the faster he was healing. So he went forward slowly, feeling the cops bullets enter. "Why won't you die???" Yelled the officer.
"Braaaaainnnsss...." Stubbs said, but he smelt an inferior brain. So, he just grabbed the policeman's arm, ripped it off and bashed his skull into little tiny bits with it.
Afterwards, he took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke was satisfying in a way he couldn't explain...then again he couldn't explain a lot.
Suddenly it was quiet and he turned. His family was bigger now, huge. And the subway was filled with his family. Happily eating away and welcoming new family members. But it still needed to grow. they were too few.
He whistled to them and gestured, and then he and hundreds of family members climbed up the stairway and began to emerge into New York city...
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Usually she'd be spending this day in bed with Creature King but she'd been trying to teach him a lesson about listening to her, not to mention he'd been getting pretty uppity, forgetting his place entirely. She cant' remember the last time he knelt before her or paid her the homage she deserved, and it seemed even fetching her coffee was too much to ask.
It was business as usual fighting off the ugly things, and even with her speed of light kinda rhythm going on, there were just too many. She ties a cord of light round a batch of the zombies, flying around them like a lightning bug and binding up the lot of them, then picks them up and hurls them as a single being into the sky towards the sun.
She's spent the last day or so with Prodigy, getting to know Winston, Jr., enjoying his adoration of her, not only from afar, as before, but now very close contact, nearly intimate. She knows there is a line that she will not cross but she did notice in the middle of his great devotion for her that line getting a little blurred. She eats it up, and couldn't help but enjoy the younger man lounging on her sofa and feeding her grapes like some kind of greek god. Eros had found a little niche in her place and it remains to be seen how far that will go. Now that he sees he might be some sort of pawn only that she wishes to use against his father, he might very well find his way out of her posh apartment and back to the very pregnant Alyssa.
"Tiresome," she remarks to Papa Mojo as she flies over head and notices the bobble head with him that appears to be a family member of his. She feels the Schemer's requests slipping into her thoughts and it angers her , calling out one by one to the new gods to pull back, let him fight his own fight. Help him get out of here? Hell to the no, and he has a lot to learn about how to treat a goddess. He's forgotten and she is not going to let him forget for long.
"Shadowcaster....to my penthouse....all you new gods, meet me there. We are not part of this party. '
Create new monsters that are strong enough to kick your bottom , Kaios?' She asks in her thoughts back to Schemer, using the god name she knows him as. Gathering the others in her band of merry men and ladies and assisting those that can not fly back to her place, she plots how to overthrow him fully.
"They don't even remember that he tried to kill us, just weeks ago. Stupid, ignorant villains. They never learn. Popping out more spawn like they never learned to wear a raincoat. She thinks of HardCore and it just makes her more angry, arriving at her place to plan the next move, letting the zombies do their work, what She expected to have to do herself.
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Reports were coming in. Another wondrous 'scheme'. This one had changed throngs of subway riders into mutant powered zombie types. What a fascinating development.
"Sir, eye in the sky probes report they are calling for ... brains."
Brains? Well, if they were hungry for brains, the clique members should be safe ... with a few exceptions. He hoped Lark was all right. What was it that drew him to her? He had no idea. His attraction to Supernalia made perfect sense ... she was a brilliant alien intellect, and vastly powerful.
He wondered what kinds of powers the zombies had. He had documentation of nearly a thousand mutants and mutates. Of these, a fair amount were capable of VAST devastation. Best prepare a distraction in case the lovely lady needed one.
Communications, send a coded communique to the schemer.
"Winnie, old friend. There are 3 sentinels causing havok at the white house. In regards to your latest ... brilliant creation ... there is ONE member of your staff who can distract the entire throng of brain seekers. Simply have Brawn assume largest size ... a tasty brain the size of a buick should provide a distracting buffet for them. Is any help required?"
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Shadowcaster hates to admit it but the Schemer has the right idea for once. But that is not her choice. Spectrum makes the calls within the new gods. Shadowcaster is not about to challenge her authority. It would be crazy to do so. Spectrum's power completely negates her own. But it is more than that. She trusts, Spectrum.
She has played it straight with the new gods since the start. She respects her. How can she not? She has gotten very rich working with her. The only downfall of being under Spectrum's command is the occational partnerships with the Schemer's crew. No matter how good the Scheme sounds the Schemer's plans always seem to screw up. Now here it is again. His great plot gone sour and Manhattan gone to hell.
With all her new share of the profits the new gods have stolen maybe she will buy a construction company. It seems the Schemer's plans wreck the city at least four or five times a year. A construction company to put everything back together will net millions legally.
Right now she cannot think like that. the Zombies are coming fast!
"d**n you, Schemer! You and your stupid schemes! Look where they have us now!" She rants while using her powers to drive the zombies back from herself and her teamates.
"Come on you mindless freaks! You want me you are going to have to earn it!" It takes plenty of consentration but she manages to create a darkforce representation of a mammoth which runs straight into the oncoming zombie hoard. It is not alive so they cannot kill it but with they have super powers thanx to the Schemer's potion. They will overcome it soon enough. But the darkforce beast will buy them sometime.
She hears Spectrum and does what she is told. Maybe they can make a stand there. With her prehistoric pet giving them cover Shadowcaster races towards Spectrum's building."
"At once Spectrum. I mean, Queen Niahm. Come on Brawn! Creature king! Get moving! You heard the bosslady!"
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Chaos reigns in the streets while a perfectly pitched series of sonic notes bare aloft manhattan's newest and once most beautiful heroine. It is none other than the sultry, soaring, siren of the skies herself, Skylark!
People below are under attack by the Schemer's super powered zombies. But she will not help those being hunted. The unthinkable has happened! Even the sexy super-powered savior of soho, Skylark has joined the legion of the undead!
Being changed into a zombie has made her into a monster. She looks like a corpse. Even her usual carefree, larky tunes have suffered. Now they are twisted, morbid and discordant melodys.
"Soaring through the sky, with yellow bloodshot eyes, it's Skylark. This grey zombie skin, ruined my complexion, it's Skylark!"
She sees the humans below running away from her brother and sister zombies but she does not join the brain munching purge. The hunted humans have nothing to fear from her. She will not lower herself to chasing peole around for their brains. She has her mind set on special brains. Mutant brains. The brains of her evil father the Schemer and his evil minions.
She flying up to where the Schemer has fled she nearly catches him. But like the snake he is the fedora wearing freak manages to slither away into the high-rise building that is secretly the home base for his criminal organization.
"There goes my breakfast!" She complains but she is not beaten yet. Thousand of microscopic ampullae on her tongue and the inside of her mouth allow her to detect the faintest noise. She can hear her father heading to the elevator and it heading upward. In a rare moment of reason Skylark realizes her father must be heading for the helicopter pad at the top of the building. He and his people must be going there in a futile attempt to escape. She will stop that and then feast on their brains.
"The helicopter pad, is where I'll find my dad. It's Skylark!"
She soars up to the top floor just as the Schemer and others are arriving. She flutters down and lands between them and the helicopter. Feeling a rush of success at having anticipated the evil genius, Skylark places her hands on her hips and strikes the same sexy pose wonder woman always uses as announces her presence.
"Ah ha! the Schemer and his evil minions! At last we meet!"
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*The Schemer nodded to Hard Core.* Agreed. I don't understand what happened. the formula should have worked. I went over it nearly a dozen times. I even tried it out on a couple of homeless people and my cat to be sure it worked....and it didn't have this effect.
But alas...we'll fix this. A quick trip to a clique safehouse and.......*He stopped in midsentence as Spectrum gave her response.*
You dim witted flashlight!!! Get back here!!! You'll get killed!! *He grumbled and shook his head.* I'm surrounded by morons!!! Thank god she's not part of the clique anymore. So be it....let those clods get killed.
*He then got a message from Llyron and merely groaned.* I told you to stop calling me winnie!!! And as for your great plan....Brawn and the other new gods have fled!!!
*He then turned his attention to Rocket and the others as they arrived.* Excellent....now everyone on to the helicopter and we will.....
*Again he stopped in midsentence as Skylark set down between them and helicopter. As she spoke...he merely placed his hand on his forehead as she stated 'at last we meet.'*
Dunce!!! I'm your adopted father!!! I've known you for 15 years!!! *He then made a visible effort to stay calm and try to reason with her.*
Jess..er....Skylark...my dear daughter....please...let us into the 'copter. And come with us. I can fix things but I have to get back to my lab in that jersey donut shop.
*He gave a telepathic message to the others.* Give her a chance to answer....if she refuses...knock her out. But don't kill her. We'll need a test subject to test my cure open.
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"Your daughter is even more dense unde...oh fu!"
She clenches her teeth and doubles over for a moment, putting her arms around her stomach, shaking a bit. She tries to force herself to relax, but only lifts herself up into the air to allow her muscles to relax some. "I...think I...need to get Cyn..."
She winces again, then just glares at Skylark and lets her eyes go red, thinking of her as a possible threat to her twins.
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"Wow, green zombies...and grooving zombies. Lovely."
Emma backs away a bit more, letting a few more static blasts discharge from her weapon, frying some nerve endings while making another zombie steam a little before it collapses. She rushes back a bit more to the patrol cars and stands behind a door watching the undeadsongbird fly to the rooftop. "What the hell?"
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She arrive at the helipad by way of Rocket, she moves toward the helicopter. Grumbling and groaning about the whole thing. She started at the zombie Lark "Really, can't I just knock her out before she answers and save my ears the pain of hearing her voice?" she looks Schemer, a semi-hopful look on her face.
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She puts Cameo down near the pad and lands next to her. She sees the Schemer and some of the others have arrived. She does wonder where MoJo is and Prodigy. Then she sees Skylark and hear's Schemer in her head about not trying to attack her. Rocket steps away and makes a face. "How the hell in Gotham did that happen to her. She's already a mutant." Rocket gorand and watched and then she glanced over at Hard Core. "Uhm, excuse me. Are you going in to labor?" That was all they needed in the middle of this mess.
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*Bruno and Willie would just glance at Cameo flying off in the distance with Rocket in tow, and then Spectrum muttering something before flying off. Bruno had to stand there a moment, a tendril of symbiote dread slicing through a zombie as Bruno stood in thought.*
None of you ladies could offer a lift...bah cheapskates.
*Uncle Willie would stand watching a few of his fellow zombie shamble towards them. Without missing a beat, Uncle Willie would point up in the sky. The nearest zombie would glance up curiously with a curious grunt, before Willie would land a vicious left hook on the zombie. The zombie's head would fly off into the distance with the other zombies stumbling after their fallen comrade's cranium. Bruno would glance at Willie for a moment then nod in appreciation.*
Not bad Uncle, dose boxin' lessons with Grandma Cleo paid off!
*Bruno would glance at the skyscraper that the pompous fool told everyone to meet at. Bruno though glumly about how many d**n stairs it would be to climb before feeling the symbiote waver about excitedly. Images of a certain wall-crawler swinging through the air came to mind before he took a strand of his "hair" in hand and gazed at it thoughtfully.*
Hey if dat web-head can do it, why not mi ya?
*Uncle Willie would just shrug in response as Bruno would will the symbiote to send a strand sticking to a nearby edifice. The sound of the symbiote clinging tenaciously to the surface filled Bruno with hope. If there was going to be a way out of here, it was the symbiote. Glancing back at Willie, Bruno would just wink and flash a thumbs up.*
Hang tight Uncle, I'm goin' ta test dis out den pick ju up. Hang on to yer nogging ya!
*Willie would hold up a cardboard sign, with words painted in blood "You can do it mon!" Bruno would take a leap into the air and use his momentum to swing in an arc, using the symbiote as makeshift webbing. Bruno was certainly not going to be the next one wearing the Spidey tights, but he figured this wasn't so hard at all... That is until he flung face first into a wall and down to the ground in an unceremonious heap. Uncle Willie would just facepalm and groan at his wayward nephew before grabbing one of his one dreads and swinging it around like a lasso, as if to teach his nephew how to do it right.*
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In just a few minutes the ranks of his family had grown to huge numbers. And he started to feel smarter and smarter the more brains he ate. Well, smart for a zombie was a really relative term really. Although it turned out the Carl's glowing eyes could throw red beams that blew up the cars with the red and blue shiny lights!
In fact, a lot of his family members had abilities. Some were rather useless. What good is the ability digest anything imaginable when you were dead anyway? Hell, half of the brains and flesh he'd been eaten had been leaking through the huge hole in his side. The police began to have a rapid response, so he grabbed his liver again (funny how it healed up every time he threw it) and lobbed it into the center volley of police cars. It caused a brilliant explosion that destroyed at least a dozen of them. He chuckled...well more of an amused groan than a chuckle.
A helecopter came up and started firing a huge mini gun into this family, hitting family members and non family members alike. And it was killing some of them. That wasn't acceptable. He ripped his hand off and threw it up towards the minigunner, only to see it land on the ground and crawl back to him. He grunted and looked to another one, this one was named Jim. Jim got a lot bigger and stronger since Stubbs chewed on his brain. Stubbs handed him the arm, and instinctually Jim knew what to do. He threw the hand into the helecopter, which then climbed onto the head of the minigunner.
He could see through the minigunner's eyes and began to have him fire the minigun into the police forces, utterly obliterating everything that was attacking his group. And then it turned and shot the pilot, then hand leaping from the head of the gunner and onto the ground, cirawling back and taking it's place upon his arm.
They continued to advance, eating and destroying everything in their path...until he felt a family member who wasn't with the group. In fact, she was being taken by the non-family members. One of which had a brain that he could smell from here...
He grunted and the entire group of zombies stopped in their path, turning towards him. He turned and pointed to the large building (the schemer's building) and grunted. "Braaaiinnnnnnsssss!!!" And then he hopped onto the back of one who had grown wings and it flew up, and the entire army of mutant zombies began to march towards the Schemer's tower of power.
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She sneers at the Schemer's insult about knowing her a long time and responds by holding her hand, palm up with outstretched fingers, towards him.
"Whatevvvvvvvvvvvvvvver daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy. Talk to the hand."
He starts explaining about how she is not really a zombie blah blah blah. She tunes him out by covering her ears and singing a larky song.
"Undead zombie girl, but still cutest in the world, it's skylark! La La La. I can't hear you. Now be quiet. No stupid speech time for you. I'm going have my say. I have you all now. All that's left is to decide is who to eat and who to let live."
She takes her hands away from her ears and looks over the group making her choices one at a time.
"Cameo. I had a hard time deciding what to do about you. You have been mean to me at times and I love greek food. But you did save me from daddy's crazy super pregnant dog girlfriend Hard Core when she went all hormonal on me a couple months ago. I think I owe you for that so you live.
Rocket. I do not know you very well and you have never done anything mean to me. So you live on one condition. I want your cell number because I love your hair. After dinner tonight I'm going to call you so you can tell me all your drying and conditioning secrets.
Papa Mojo gets to live. I love his dreds. He reminds me of Bob Marley and I own all his records.
Hard Core I would love to kill. She always insults me. She says I'm dumb. Makes stupid jokes about me. She had daddy kick me out of building because she said I annoy her. As if I could annoy anyone. She tried kill me once too. But her skin is so hard I would break my teeth if I tried to get her brain. Lucky for her. Because of this she gets to live. Also you are a big fat preggo and I will look even sleeker standing next to you."
Hard Core goes down and she hears Rocket say she is going into Labor.
"Really! You are having the babies now? Too bad I am watching my figure. they could have been dessert. Now where was I? Right!
Spectrum. I love her hair too. She is really sexy. She looks every inch the goddess she claims to be. But she did knock my teeth out of my head when father here turned us all into cartoons. That was mean so she is on the menu. I think it works great because as you all can tell from my beautiful, sexy body I tend to eat light. And she control light so it all fits. I will stop over her place for lunch.
Prodigy. Oh he is sooooooooooooooo dead! Despite my slim, beautiful body he has suggested I am fat! Me fat! Me! What a lie! 34 inch waist jerkface! He calls me lard and picks on me! He never lets up. So he gets eaten when I find him.
Schemer. Finally you daddy. Where do I begin.? You put a map rash on my but once that me itch like crazy. Then I had to show my sexy behind to the entire clique because they needed the map. You shot at me trying to kill Thor. You sold me to a fat rajah in India in return for some stupid rare medal. You canceled my credit cards and forced me to get a job. A job! That is working for a living! Now I have grey skin and nasty looking eyes because of you! I am eating you first, you hat wearing freako!
Skylark plucks her day planner out of her bag and starts to write things down for the Schemer's robot chef. Breakfast will be scrambled Schemer topped with spinach and provolone cheese. Substitute egghead for eggs. Lunch will be a Spectrum strawberry smoothie. Dinner will be prodigy pot pie with carrots and peas.
She holds out her the day planner to Cameo. "Here. Take this to the robot chef and then all of you but the three I named can take the helicopter to safety. After Rocket gives me her cell number."
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*The Schemer grabbed Hard Core behind the head as she doubled over. When Rocket asked if she was going into labor....he gave her a dirty look.*
Of course she's going into labor!!! What did you think??? she was getting set for a nap??
*He addressed Hard Core next.* Don't worry....we'll get you help, dear.
*Cameo then spoke up about dealing with Skylark before she could respond.*
Perhaps....maybe we should.........
*Then Skylark started in. The Schemer tried to talk to her....reason with her but he could not get a shut her up. It was a sad fact that Skylark....along with a certain right wing talk show host and a couple of mouthy members of congress were the only ones that could out talk he...the master of speechification himself.
When the day planner came out....that was all he could tolerate.*
Cameo....shut that f***ing moron up!!! Knock her out and get her on the helicopter. I'll carry Hard Core on board. Rocket....go grab Loyal Bruno and fly outside the helicopter....guard our escape.
*the zombies were seemingly unified now. As if one of their number had taken the hoard over and were giving them direction. As he picked up his lover and carried her toward the helicopter....he began trying to scan the minds of the zombie hoard and make contact with this leader. Perhaps he could manage to communicate with it...and reach some sort of deal with it.*
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"Just get that annoying warbler away from me and my children."
Hard Core winces again and almost tries to pull away from her darling, his anger as prevalent to the children inside of her as any other. "Send for Cyn, I need her with me for this...I don't want to ki..."
She winces again with the contraction, then looks towards the winged zombie and it's rider..."When did Terror get a brother?"
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Emma quickly darts away from the exploding patrol cars, then slides across the street, hoping her pants hold out for a bit as the minigun follows after her, thankfully, she could outrun the gunner's aim until he gave up.
"Wonderful...just wonderful..."
She raises her static gun towards the green one when he takes mount on one of the others and fires a quick shot, but at range the static would dissipate just short of the target.
--
She raises a brow and barely listens to Lark. She hoped the Lark didn't think she was going to be grateful for her letting her live, that day would never come. She eyes the date book at Lark holds it out for her to take. She shouldn't, but there again, she never done what she should always what she wanted to do. "Schemer, you better give me back up on this, I am not taking the fall for you, if this ends with me going all zombie too."
She watches a waits a moment finally so sick of hearing Lark go on and on, for an adopted daughter she was a lot like her father.
"Yo, Princess...I am sorry to have to do this really...Oh wait, no I am so totally not sorry about what I am going to do to you." She phases and goes after Lark. I was a long time coming and she hoped she did not get screwed over because of this. She attacks hoping she hit the right pressure point to knock her out, not knowing how the zombie drug thing affected the pressure points in Larks body.
--
She glared at Schemer for being so snotty with her about Hard Core. Well, he knew what he was doing apparently so she ignored him.
She smiled and flipped her hair a little at Skylark's comment about her hair. "Thank you. I use a lot of conditioner and product. But you know, the wind really give the fluffy affect."
Then without another word she jumped down the side of the building and went looking for Papa Mojo. She saw him attempting to use his dreads as wire to pull him up. She came up next to him and laughed. "Would you like a lift there Marley?"
--
*Bruno would watch aptly as Willie demonstrated his faux webslinging abilities, which was rather unusual given that Willie was not bonded to a symbiote, still Bruno was an eager student. Willie would grunt his commands in a way that only someone well versed in the ancient arts of mojo-fu were to understand. In unison Willie and Bruno would shot in joy at latching their makeshift lassos onto something...only that something being Rocket. Willie would just scratch at his oozing scalp while Bruno gazed up in awe.*
I told ya Uncle, she be an angel. Get us and yer fine behind outta dis dump mon, Papa Mojo be wantin' ta do da livin' t'ing ya!
*And none too soon for a swarm of zombies, almost as if directed by some unseen force came shambling and sprint their way towards the unseemly trio. It was like a Romero movie and one of those god awful 28 Days Later flicks merged all with a gawdy fedora on top. Bruno stilled the dreads from wanting to cause venomous carnage*
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Zombies are known for a lot of things. Hunger, a desire for brains, funky body odor. But one thing that zombies are not really known for is grace. So when Stubbs jumped onto a flying mutant zombie and attempted to fly to the building, the results were mixed. Eventually a stray bullet brought down the zombie he was surfing on and Stubbs fell face first into a news van. He groaned and sat right up, blocking the exit from the back of the van as the crew looked on in horror. One of them had a camera on him, but it wasn't transmitting.
He took a haul off of the lit cigarette in his mouth, still lit through some sort of miracle. He groaned and shuffled forward, making himself a meal out of the news crew. He picked up a microphone that the reporter had been holding after he was done and they began to get up and move out into the streets, he tried to speak into it. But all that could come out were groans. Probably would help if he have a vocabulary that allowed him to say more than just the word 'brains'.
And then something tried to touch his mind. But the funny thing about a mind so damaged from being dead for ten years...is that it doesn't quite work like you thought it would. It acted on instincts really, not a real logical thought process. It sensed a great mind near...and began to make that connection. It's thoughts were fractured, it could feel it's family around them. It could feel the numbers swelling. And it was driven by a hunger that would never be sated. He didn't know why...didn't really care. A few bullets flew through it's chest as it stood, smoking the cigarette pondering what to make of this new sensation.
Stubbs began to stumble out of the blood soaked news van, walking around and rushing toward a victim, pulling her to the ground and munching into her face. He could feel her join the familly.
This...voice, it wasn't family. A sense of hostility immedietly rose up as Stubbs turned back towards the building, making his way forward. The horde followed, chewing down all in it's wake. It wasn't understanding the signals or thoughts heading his way. It was just noise to him.
He stopped and looked at the dreadlocked pair, staring at them for a moment. But the thoughts that were not his own kept going...they wouldn't shut up. He ran up ontop of an 18 wheeler, ripping out it's stomach and throwing it in their general direction...although he ended up hitting a gas truck instead, causing it to explode.
And then the horde kept moving.
--
He had his long suffering girlfriend Hard Core fly him to the executive floors of the clique's headquaters in the skyscrapper of Philmont enterprises. There he managed a telepathic message to all his clique members and Spectrum's new gods.*
Everyone....we're not going to make it out of here seperately. We have to put aside our differences and fight our way out together. On the roof of Philmont towers I've a helicopter...big enough for us all. We'll fly out of here together. Hard Core....stay with me. We'll take the elevator the rest of the way up. In your condition....flying is not a good idea.
Rocket....grab Cameo and fly her to the helipad on the top floor of the building. Spectrum...I humbly suggest you place a force field around your new gods and fly them to the roof. Shadowcaster, Creature King and Brawn can fly with us. Once we are in the air....you and Rocket can fly along side the 'copter and protect us as we leave the city. Agreed???
*He raced with Hard core at his side to the elevator....slipping past his dimwitted adopted daughter turned zombie, Skylark. She like the others believed herself a Zombie and was acting accordingly.
At the elevator....he pressed for the top floor...with Hard Core along side him and the two of them soon reached the helipad level.*
We'll wait for the others and skip town. Then I'll figure out what went wrong and find a cure before this spreads beyond the city.
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"The elevator sounds good to me."
Hard Core winces a bit, rubbing her stomach again after setting him down and following him to the elevator.
"I would hope that we could find a cure, I'm sure the rest of Manhattan would prefer to not be zombies, even if Halloween is coming up."
--
Emma continues her way up the stairs among the zombies to the surface, glancing skyward as she sees various Clique members taking to the sky to avoid the zombie menace on the ground. "Cowards, make a mess and not clean it up..."
She shakes her head, then looks towards the inbound police cars of Code Blue and makes a dash towards them, hoping that a more mutant back-up would be more successful than the standard beat cops that were currently starved for brains...
--
Cameo frowned as she waited for Rocket to pick her up. As yet another of Schemer's supposedly fantastic schemes go literally right to hell in the proverbial hand basket. She watched at the zombies were getting closer, not something she wanted to deal with right now "Lets get a move on Rocket" she called, her accent strong, especially when agitated.
--
Rocket sighed in frustration. She had not liked this plan to begin with and now it had gone crazy. This was something she had not expected as she had not been around long enough to see Schemer's schemes go berzerk. She watched one of the human zombies go over to another human zombie to start chewing on its leg. She groaned and hurried over to Cameo. With a jump into the air she scooped her up and headed for the helicopter pad. "Well this is a fine kettle of fish." She said to Cameo as they headed to the building in swoosh of motion.
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Oh sure let the man wit' da dreads fend fer 'imself ya, I'll just turn mi hair into wings to fly, ya pompous hat wearin'... oh hey dere!
*Bruno would glance about at the multitude of zombies coming his way, the symbiotic dreads wavering about menacingly at any foolish enough to get close. However one seemed to be standing there rather sedate, almost as if recognizing a familiar sight. Uncle Willie stood nearly catatonic, the only sign of activity from his zombie mind was a big grin on his face as he bobbed his head up and done in a rhythmic manner. Bruno would glance at his formerly alive relative and shake his head, fighting off the other brain eaters with relative ease. He would catch Cameo and Rocket taking to the skies, Bruno's heart skipping a beat as he would sigh happily.*
Dat woman be like an angel Uncle Willie, sweetah den yer special Maui Wowie herb ya!
*Willie would just stand there bobbing his head in time as Bruno would question him. Bruno cautiously prodded at Willie as he would just stand there, bobbing his head in the same manner he had been since Bruno got him out of the Clique hideaway. Bruno was rather perplexed at his uncle's state of mind. Sure zombies weren't exactly ready to win a Nobel anytime soon, but even for an elevated zombie such as Uncle Willie, this dumber than a sack full of hammers. After a while, Bruno's eyes would light up, stepping close to his cadaverous uncle, he would pull out and earbud...and sadly his ear from his uncle, realizing he gave him his ipod. The sweet sounds of steel drums and bass gave way as Bruno would nod his head in unison with Uncle Willie.*
Oh yeah, I like dat song too mon! Anyhoo let's get goin' Uncle Willie, dese crackas look none too safe ya. And da Schemer's downfall doesn't plot itself!
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The last sound he heard before he died all those years ago were gunshots. The last sight he saw was the 11:00 pm subway car heading to the Natural history museum. His last thought was that they got the wrong guy. He was just a car salesman.
It was the last thought he would have for ten years. And there his corpse lay, underneith a pipe in the dark. Somehow his body had been mostly preserved and not rendered into dust. It was nothing short of a miracle that none of the other tunnel dwellers in the city didn't stumble upon this. Then again, it was not unusual to find a corpse rotting underground in New York. Nothing really special about a corpse in the subway tunnells. Just another cold case to take up paperwork at his desk. Any missing persons reports about Samuel Stubbs were long lost, or just not cared about. He was just another faceless statistic.
But fate has a way of intervening at times...even if the results are disasterous. One would wonder, if the gangsters who murdered Samuel Stubbs, mistaking him for Norman Osborn several years ago, knew that the place they would leave his body would indirectly lead to a horrific disaster that would claim several lives, would they have spared him, or simply shot him and left him elsewhere. It is impossible to say.
The pipe his body began to lay under began to drip onto the corpse. A dark green liquid, the runoff from the Schemer's formula to give mutant powers to the human race. It dripped into the open mouth of the corpse, down the cold rotting throat. It gave humans the X-gene and powers, but as a side effect turned them into zombies. However, there were two factors that made this case unusual. One, he was already dead. And two, unbeknowenst to Stubbs himself, he had the X-Gene as well. The ends result was unique.
There was no first heartbeat, no rush of breath. Just the opening of his eyes. There was a green haze over everything he saw, but despite the dark he could see clearly. how long had he been here? He couldn't remember...in fact it occurred to him he couldn't remember anything. Just a word. Stubbs.
His stomach rumbled as he got up, looking around at his surroundings. A weird sound could be heard as he stumbled forward. Growing louder and louder. He turned towards the source. A great light that was approaching him at great speed. He reached his arms out to embrace it, only to be smacked by the 5:00 A Train. It knocked him backwards, ripping his left arm at the elbow and sending him spiralling into a group of subway dwellers curled up around a campfire.
"Oh my god!!! Did you see that?" They walked up to him, kneeling down. As they looked down at him, he could feel his tendons going back into place, ribs resetting. His hand even began to crawl its way back to his arm. It suprised him and didn't at the same time, like it was natural instinct.
"Murrr...." Escaped Stubb's lips.
"Don't worry man, we're gonna get you a doctor! Hey, help me get this guy up." Spoke the first one.
"I dunno man, something wrong about this guy. He smells weird." Said the second one. A more heavy set man, keeping a cautious eye on Stubbs. The trash fire gave little light, but not enough for them to see what he really looked like. Particularly with his ribs and organs exposed.
"Yeah, and we smell like a bed of roses." Said the first one, looking to him. "It's gonna be okay man...you need anything?"
Stubbs slowly got up and dusted himself off, looking at the man and seeing a pack of ciagarettes in the front pouch of his jacket. He grabbed the pack and put it into his own pocket, while his hand leaped up from the ground and grabbed the heavy set man by the back of the head. And then, the man's eyes were his eyes. He could see what he looked like through the mans eyes. And man he was ugly. At least, he thought so, He couldn't necessarily remember what it meant. With a mental command, the hand sent a signal into the brain of it's victim, causing him to grab the first man by both arms.
"Hey Carl what are you doing??? sh*t man...what do you want from me?"
Stubbs thought about it for a moment and then looked at the man. "Brains!" And he came forward, grabbing him by the back of the head and biting down, his first bite opening a hole in the front of the man's skull. His screams were drowned out by the sounds of a passing subway train. He chewed and chewed until he had partially devouered the man's brain. Then he signaled his hand to have it's prisoner go to his knees. And then stubbs leaned forward and began to dine on him too.
After two minutes, Stubbs stood with his two new brothers. Carl and Bob. Bob used to look better without the hole in his head, but now they were all one happy family. And Bob's eyes were glowing red. Odd.
He could smell more people, dozens of derelict people that were cast aside and left alone in this world. Well, he would unite them with him and his brothers. He could already feel the family growing.
Instintually, he went forward, shuffling down the subway tracks as he and his brothers began to grow their family. They listened to him, as children would a father, or ants would their queen. Unquestioning, obedient. And very, very hungry.
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Screams begna to fill the subway as the family began to emerge onto the platform. His family was slow...excpept for the ones with the gift of speed. His brothers and sisters had so many unique gifts. It made him a little sad at first, but after the man in a blue suit with a gun shot him a few times, and he retaliated by throwing his liver at the man, causing the liver and them an to explode in a beautiful cloud of green and red, he figured he had gifts of his own. After all, he was their ... hmm he was gonna have to come up with a name for what he was if they were going to continue expanding. he didn't know why they had to...only that they did.
Riot police began to rush down the subway steps as he finished munching on the arm of a guitar player. As he got up, he grabbed an old coin from his pocket and tossed it into the guitar case, grunting as he moved alone.
"FREEEZE!!!" Spoke one of them as he shot at him. He felt a weird pushing feeling between his ribs as the bullet passed through him. Not really pain, more of an empty feeling. But he was finding the more brains he ate, the faster he was healing. So he went forward slowly, feeling the cops bullets enter. "Why won't you die???" Yelled the officer.
"Braaaaainnnsss...." Stubbs said, but he smelt an inferior brain. So, he just grabbed the policeman's arm, ripped it off and bashed his skull into little tiny bits with it.
Afterwards, he took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke was satisfying in a way he couldn't explain...then again he couldn't explain a lot.
Suddenly it was quiet and he turned. His family was bigger now, huge. And the subway was filled with his family. Happily eating away and welcoming new family members. But it still needed to grow. they were too few.
He whistled to them and gestured, and then he and hundreds of family members climbed up the stairway and began to emerge into New York city...
--
Usually she'd be spending this day in bed with Creature King but she'd been trying to teach him a lesson about listening to her, not to mention he'd been getting pretty uppity, forgetting his place entirely. She cant' remember the last time he knelt before her or paid her the homage she deserved, and it seemed even fetching her coffee was too much to ask.
It was business as usual fighting off the ugly things, and even with her speed of light kinda rhythm going on, there were just too many. She ties a cord of light round a batch of the zombies, flying around them like a lightning bug and binding up the lot of them, then picks them up and hurls them as a single being into the sky towards the sun.
She's spent the last day or so with Prodigy, getting to know Winston, Jr., enjoying his adoration of her, not only from afar, as before, but now very close contact, nearly intimate. She knows there is a line that she will not cross but she did notice in the middle of his great devotion for her that line getting a little blurred. She eats it up, and couldn't help but enjoy the younger man lounging on her sofa and feeding her grapes like some kind of greek god. Eros had found a little niche in her place and it remains to be seen how far that will go. Now that he sees he might be some sort of pawn only that she wishes to use against his father, he might very well find his way out of her posh apartment and back to the very pregnant Alyssa.
"Tiresome," she remarks to Papa Mojo as she flies over head and notices the bobble head with him that appears to be a family member of his. She feels the Schemer's requests slipping into her thoughts and it angers her , calling out one by one to the new gods to pull back, let him fight his own fight. Help him get out of here? Hell to the no, and he has a lot to learn about how to treat a goddess. He's forgotten and she is not going to let him forget for long.
"Shadowcaster....to my penthouse....all you new gods, meet me there. We are not part of this party. '
Create new monsters that are strong enough to kick your bottom , Kaios?' She asks in her thoughts back to Schemer, using the god name she knows him as. Gathering the others in her band of merry men and ladies and assisting those that can not fly back to her place, she plots how to overthrow him fully.
"They don't even remember that he tried to kill us, just weeks ago. Stupid, ignorant villains. They never learn. Popping out more spawn like they never learned to wear a raincoat. She thinks of HardCore and it just makes her more angry, arriving at her place to plan the next move, letting the zombies do their work, what She expected to have to do herself.
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Reports were coming in. Another wondrous 'scheme'. This one had changed throngs of subway riders into mutant powered zombie types. What a fascinating development.
"Sir, eye in the sky probes report they are calling for ... brains."
Brains? Well, if they were hungry for brains, the clique members should be safe ... with a few exceptions. He hoped Lark was all right. What was it that drew him to her? He had no idea. His attraction to Supernalia made perfect sense ... she was a brilliant alien intellect, and vastly powerful.
He wondered what kinds of powers the zombies had. He had documentation of nearly a thousand mutants and mutates. Of these, a fair amount were capable of VAST devastation. Best prepare a distraction in case the lovely lady needed one.
Communications, send a coded communique to the schemer.
"Winnie, old friend. There are 3 sentinels causing havok at the white house. In regards to your latest ... brilliant creation ... there is ONE member of your staff who can distract the entire throng of brain seekers. Simply have Brawn assume largest size ... a tasty brain the size of a buick should provide a distracting buffet for them. Is any help required?"
--
Shadowcaster hates to admit it but the Schemer has the right idea for once. But that is not her choice. Spectrum makes the calls within the new gods. Shadowcaster is not about to challenge her authority. It would be crazy to do so. Spectrum's power completely negates her own. But it is more than that. She trusts, Spectrum.
She has played it straight with the new gods since the start. She respects her. How can she not? She has gotten very rich working with her. The only downfall of being under Spectrum's command is the occational partnerships with the Schemer's crew. No matter how good the Scheme sounds the Schemer's plans always seem to screw up. Now here it is again. His great plot gone sour and Manhattan gone to hell.
With all her new share of the profits the new gods have stolen maybe she will buy a construction company. It seems the Schemer's plans wreck the city at least four or five times a year. A construction company to put everything back together will net millions legally.
Right now she cannot think like that. the Zombies are coming fast!
"d**n you, Schemer! You and your stupid schemes! Look where they have us now!" She rants while using her powers to drive the zombies back from herself and her teamates.
"Come on you mindless freaks! You want me you are going to have to earn it!" It takes plenty of consentration but she manages to create a darkforce representation of a mammoth which runs straight into the oncoming zombie hoard. It is not alive so they cannot kill it but with they have super powers thanx to the Schemer's potion. They will overcome it soon enough. But the darkforce beast will buy them sometime.
She hears Spectrum and does what she is told. Maybe they can make a stand there. With her prehistoric pet giving them cover Shadowcaster races towards Spectrum's building."
"At once Spectrum. I mean, Queen Niahm. Come on Brawn! Creature king! Get moving! You heard the bosslady!"
--
Chaos reigns in the streets while a perfectly pitched series of sonic notes bare aloft manhattan's newest and once most beautiful heroine. It is none other than the sultry, soaring, siren of the skies herself, Skylark!
People below are under attack by the Schemer's super powered zombies. But she will not help those being hunted. The unthinkable has happened! Even the sexy super-powered savior of soho, Skylark has joined the legion of the undead!
Being changed into a zombie has made her into a monster. She looks like a corpse. Even her usual carefree, larky tunes have suffered. Now they are twisted, morbid and discordant melodys.
"Soaring through the sky, with yellow bloodshot eyes, it's Skylark. This grey zombie skin, ruined my complexion, it's Skylark!"
She sees the humans below running away from her brother and sister zombies but she does not join the brain munching purge. The hunted humans have nothing to fear from her. She will not lower herself to chasing peole around for their brains. She has her mind set on special brains. Mutant brains. The brains of her evil father the Schemer and his evil minions.
She flying up to where the Schemer has fled she nearly catches him. But like the snake he is the fedora wearing freak manages to slither away into the high-rise building that is secretly the home base for his criminal organization.
"There goes my breakfast!" She complains but she is not beaten yet. Thousand of microscopic ampullae on her tongue and the inside of her mouth allow her to detect the faintest noise. She can hear her father heading to the elevator and it heading upward. In a rare moment of reason Skylark realizes her father must be heading for the helicopter pad at the top of the building. He and his people must be going there in a futile attempt to escape. She will stop that and then feast on their brains.
"The helicopter pad, is where I'll find my dad. It's Skylark!"
She soars up to the top floor just as the Schemer and others are arriving. She flutters down and lands between them and the helicopter. Feeling a rush of success at having anticipated the evil genius, Skylark places her hands on her hips and strikes the same sexy pose wonder woman always uses as announces her presence.
"Ah ha! the Schemer and his evil minions! At last we meet!"
--
*The Schemer nodded to Hard Core.* Agreed. I don't understand what happened. the formula should have worked. I went over it nearly a dozen times. I even tried it out on a couple of homeless people and my cat to be sure it worked....and it didn't have this effect.
But alas...we'll fix this. A quick trip to a clique safehouse and.......*He stopped in midsentence as Spectrum gave her response.*
You dim witted flashlight!!! Get back here!!! You'll get killed!! *He grumbled and shook his head.* I'm surrounded by morons!!! Thank god she's not part of the clique anymore. So be it....let those clods get killed.
*He then got a message from Llyron and merely groaned.* I told you to stop calling me winnie!!! And as for your great plan....Brawn and the other new gods have fled!!!
*He then turned his attention to Rocket and the others as they arrived.* Excellent....now everyone on to the helicopter and we will.....
*Again he stopped in midsentence as Skylark set down between them and helicopter. As she spoke...he merely placed his hand on his forehead as she stated 'at last we meet.'*
Dunce!!! I'm your adopted father!!! I've known you for 15 years!!! *He then made a visible effort to stay calm and try to reason with her.*
Jess..er....Skylark...my dear daughter....please...let us into the 'copter. And come with us. I can fix things but I have to get back to my lab in that jersey donut shop.
*He gave a telepathic message to the others.* Give her a chance to answer....if she refuses...knock her out. But don't kill her. We'll need a test subject to test my cure open.
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"Your daughter is even more dense unde...oh fu!"
She clenches her teeth and doubles over for a moment, putting her arms around her stomach, shaking a bit. She tries to force herself to relax, but only lifts herself up into the air to allow her muscles to relax some. "I...think I...need to get Cyn..."
She winces again, then just glares at Skylark and lets her eyes go red, thinking of her as a possible threat to her twins.
--
"Wow, green zombies...and grooving zombies. Lovely."
Emma backs away a bit more, letting a few more static blasts discharge from her weapon, frying some nerve endings while making another zombie steam a little before it collapses. She rushes back a bit more to the patrol cars and stands behind a door watching the undeadsongbird fly to the rooftop. "What the hell?"
--
She arrive at the helipad by way of Rocket, she moves toward the helicopter. Grumbling and groaning about the whole thing. She started at the zombie Lark "Really, can't I just knock her out before she answers and save my ears the pain of hearing her voice?" she looks Schemer, a semi-hopful look on her face.
--
She puts Cameo down near the pad and lands next to her. She sees the Schemer and some of the others have arrived. She does wonder where MoJo is and Prodigy. Then she sees Skylark and hear's Schemer in her head about not trying to attack her. Rocket steps away and makes a face. "How the hell in Gotham did that happen to her. She's already a mutant." Rocket gorand and watched and then she glanced over at Hard Core. "Uhm, excuse me. Are you going in to labor?" That was all they needed in the middle of this mess.
--
*Bruno and Willie would just glance at Cameo flying off in the distance with Rocket in tow, and then Spectrum muttering something before flying off. Bruno had to stand there a moment, a tendril of symbiote dread slicing through a zombie as Bruno stood in thought.*
None of you ladies could offer a lift...bah cheapskates.
*Uncle Willie would stand watching a few of his fellow zombie shamble towards them. Without missing a beat, Uncle Willie would point up in the sky. The nearest zombie would glance up curiously with a curious grunt, before Willie would land a vicious left hook on the zombie. The zombie's head would fly off into the distance with the other zombies stumbling after their fallen comrade's cranium. Bruno would glance at Willie for a moment then nod in appreciation.*
Not bad Uncle, dose boxin' lessons with Grandma Cleo paid off!
*Bruno would glance at the skyscraper that the pompous fool told everyone to meet at. Bruno though glumly about how many d**n stairs it would be to climb before feeling the symbiote waver about excitedly. Images of a certain wall-crawler swinging through the air came to mind before he took a strand of his "hair" in hand and gazed at it thoughtfully.*
Hey if dat web-head can do it, why not mi ya?
*Uncle Willie would just shrug in response as Bruno would will the symbiote to send a strand sticking to a nearby edifice. The sound of the symbiote clinging tenaciously to the surface filled Bruno with hope. If there was going to be a way out of here, it was the symbiote. Glancing back at Willie, Bruno would just wink and flash a thumbs up.*
Hang tight Uncle, I'm goin' ta test dis out den pick ju up. Hang on to yer nogging ya!
*Willie would hold up a cardboard sign, with words painted in blood "You can do it mon!" Bruno would take a leap into the air and use his momentum to swing in an arc, using the symbiote as makeshift webbing. Bruno was certainly not going to be the next one wearing the Spidey tights, but he figured this wasn't so hard at all... That is until he flung face first into a wall and down to the ground in an unceremonious heap. Uncle Willie would just facepalm and groan at his wayward nephew before grabbing one of his one dreads and swinging it around like a lasso, as if to teach his nephew how to do it right.*
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In just a few minutes the ranks of his family had grown to huge numbers. And he started to feel smarter and smarter the more brains he ate. Well, smart for a zombie was a really relative term really. Although it turned out the Carl's glowing eyes could throw red beams that blew up the cars with the red and blue shiny lights!
In fact, a lot of his family members had abilities. Some were rather useless. What good is the ability digest anything imaginable when you were dead anyway? Hell, half of the brains and flesh he'd been eaten had been leaking through the huge hole in his side. The police began to have a rapid response, so he grabbed his liver again (funny how it healed up every time he threw it) and lobbed it into the center volley of police cars. It caused a brilliant explosion that destroyed at least a dozen of them. He chuckled...well more of an amused groan than a chuckle.
A helecopter came up and started firing a huge mini gun into this family, hitting family members and non family members alike. And it was killing some of them. That wasn't acceptable. He ripped his hand off and threw it up towards the minigunner, only to see it land on the ground and crawl back to him. He grunted and looked to another one, this one was named Jim. Jim got a lot bigger and stronger since Stubbs chewed on his brain. Stubbs handed him the arm, and instinctually Jim knew what to do. He threw the hand into the helecopter, which then climbed onto the head of the minigunner.
He could see through the minigunner's eyes and began to have him fire the minigun into the police forces, utterly obliterating everything that was attacking his group. And then it turned and shot the pilot, then hand leaping from the head of the gunner and onto the ground, cirawling back and taking it's place upon his arm.
They continued to advance, eating and destroying everything in their path...until he felt a family member who wasn't with the group. In fact, she was being taken by the non-family members. One of which had a brain that he could smell from here...
He grunted and the entire group of zombies stopped in their path, turning towards him. He turned and pointed to the large building (the schemer's building) and grunted. "Braaaiinnnnnnsssss!!!" And then he hopped onto the back of one who had grown wings and it flew up, and the entire army of mutant zombies began to march towards the Schemer's tower of power.
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She sneers at the Schemer's insult about knowing her a long time and responds by holding her hand, palm up with outstretched fingers, towards him.
"Whatevvvvvvvvvvvvvvver daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy. Talk to the hand."
He starts explaining about how she is not really a zombie blah blah blah. She tunes him out by covering her ears and singing a larky song.
"Undead zombie girl, but still cutest in the world, it's skylark! La La La. I can't hear you. Now be quiet. No stupid speech time for you. I'm going have my say. I have you all now. All that's left is to decide is who to eat and who to let live."
She takes her hands away from her ears and looks over the group making her choices one at a time.
"Cameo. I had a hard time deciding what to do about you. You have been mean to me at times and I love greek food. But you did save me from daddy's crazy super pregnant dog girlfriend Hard Core when she went all hormonal on me a couple months ago. I think I owe you for that so you live.
Rocket. I do not know you very well and you have never done anything mean to me. So you live on one condition. I want your cell number because I love your hair. After dinner tonight I'm going to call you so you can tell me all your drying and conditioning secrets.
Papa Mojo gets to live. I love his dreds. He reminds me of Bob Marley and I own all his records.
Hard Core I would love to kill. She always insults me. She says I'm dumb. Makes stupid jokes about me. She had daddy kick me out of building because she said I annoy her. As if I could annoy anyone. She tried kill me once too. But her skin is so hard I would break my teeth if I tried to get her brain. Lucky for her. Because of this she gets to live. Also you are a big fat preggo and I will look even sleeker standing next to you."
Hard Core goes down and she hears Rocket say she is going into Labor.
"Really! You are having the babies now? Too bad I am watching my figure. they could have been dessert. Now where was I? Right!
Spectrum. I love her hair too. She is really sexy. She looks every inch the goddess she claims to be. But she did knock my teeth out of my head when father here turned us all into cartoons. That was mean so she is on the menu. I think it works great because as you all can tell from my beautiful, sexy body I tend to eat light. And she control light so it all fits. I will stop over her place for lunch.
Prodigy. Oh he is sooooooooooooooo dead! Despite my slim, beautiful body he has suggested I am fat! Me fat! Me! What a lie! 34 inch waist jerkface! He calls me lard and picks on me! He never lets up. So he gets eaten when I find him.
Schemer. Finally you daddy. Where do I begin.? You put a map rash on my but once that me itch like crazy. Then I had to show my sexy behind to the entire clique because they needed the map. You shot at me trying to kill Thor. You sold me to a fat rajah in India in return for some stupid rare medal. You canceled my credit cards and forced me to get a job. A job! That is working for a living! Now I have grey skin and nasty looking eyes because of you! I am eating you first, you hat wearing freako!
Skylark plucks her day planner out of her bag and starts to write things down for the Schemer's robot chef. Breakfast will be scrambled Schemer topped with spinach and provolone cheese. Substitute egghead for eggs. Lunch will be a Spectrum strawberry smoothie. Dinner will be prodigy pot pie with carrots and peas.
She holds out her the day planner to Cameo. "Here. Take this to the robot chef and then all of you but the three I named can take the helicopter to safety. After Rocket gives me her cell number."
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*The Schemer grabbed Hard Core behind the head as she doubled over. When Rocket asked if she was going into labor....he gave her a dirty look.*
Of course she's going into labor!!! What did you think??? she was getting set for a nap??
*He addressed Hard Core next.* Don't worry....we'll get you help, dear.
*Cameo then spoke up about dealing with Skylark before she could respond.*
Perhaps....maybe we should.........
*Then Skylark started in. The Schemer tried to talk to her....reason with her but he could not get a shut her up. It was a sad fact that Skylark....along with a certain right wing talk show host and a couple of mouthy members of congress were the only ones that could out talk he...the master of speechification himself.
When the day planner came out....that was all he could tolerate.*
Cameo....shut that f***ing moron up!!! Knock her out and get her on the helicopter. I'll carry Hard Core on board. Rocket....go grab Loyal Bruno and fly outside the helicopter....guard our escape.
*the zombies were seemingly unified now. As if one of their number had taken the hoard over and were giving them direction. As he picked up his lover and carried her toward the helicopter....he began trying to scan the minds of the zombie hoard and make contact with this leader. Perhaps he could manage to communicate with it...and reach some sort of deal with it.*
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"Just get that annoying warbler away from me and my children."
Hard Core winces again and almost tries to pull away from her darling, his anger as prevalent to the children inside of her as any other. "Send for Cyn, I need her with me for this...I don't want to ki..."
She winces again with the contraction, then looks towards the winged zombie and it's rider..."When did Terror get a brother?"
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Emma quickly darts away from the exploding patrol cars, then slides across the street, hoping her pants hold out for a bit as the minigun follows after her, thankfully, she could outrun the gunner's aim until he gave up.
"Wonderful...just wonderful..."
She raises her static gun towards the green one when he takes mount on one of the others and fires a quick shot, but at range the static would dissipate just short of the target.
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She raises a brow and barely listens to Lark. She hoped the Lark didn't think she was going to be grateful for her letting her live, that day would never come. She eyes the date book at Lark holds it out for her to take. She shouldn't, but there again, she never done what she should always what she wanted to do. "Schemer, you better give me back up on this, I am not taking the fall for you, if this ends with me going all zombie too."
She watches a waits a moment finally so sick of hearing Lark go on and on, for an adopted daughter she was a lot like her father.
"Yo, Princess...I am sorry to have to do this really...Oh wait, no I am so totally not sorry about what I am going to do to you." She phases and goes after Lark. I was a long time coming and she hoped she did not get screwed over because of this. She attacks hoping she hit the right pressure point to knock her out, not knowing how the zombie drug thing affected the pressure points in Larks body.
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She glared at Schemer for being so snotty with her about Hard Core. Well, he knew what he was doing apparently so she ignored him.
She smiled and flipped her hair a little at Skylark's comment about her hair. "Thank you. I use a lot of conditioner and product. But you know, the wind really give the fluffy affect."
Then without another word she jumped down the side of the building and went looking for Papa Mojo. She saw him attempting to use his dreads as wire to pull him up. She came up next to him and laughed. "Would you like a lift there Marley?"
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*Bruno would watch aptly as Willie demonstrated his faux webslinging abilities, which was rather unusual given that Willie was not bonded to a symbiote, still Bruno was an eager student. Willie would grunt his commands in a way that only someone well versed in the ancient arts of mojo-fu were to understand. In unison Willie and Bruno would shot in joy at latching their makeshift lassos onto something...only that something being Rocket. Willie would just scratch at his oozing scalp while Bruno gazed up in awe.*
I told ya Uncle, she be an angel. Get us and yer fine behind outta dis dump mon, Papa Mojo be wantin' ta do da livin' t'ing ya!
*And none too soon for a swarm of zombies, almost as if directed by some unseen force came shambling and sprint their way towards the unseemly trio. It was like a Romero movie and one of those god awful 28 Days Later flicks merged all with a gawdy fedora on top. Bruno stilled the dreads from wanting to cause venomous carnage*
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Zombies are known for a lot of things. Hunger, a desire for brains, funky body odor. But one thing that zombies are not really known for is grace. So when Stubbs jumped onto a flying mutant zombie and attempted to fly to the building, the results were mixed. Eventually a stray bullet brought down the zombie he was surfing on and Stubbs fell face first into a news van. He groaned and sat right up, blocking the exit from the back of the van as the crew looked on in horror. One of them had a camera on him, but it wasn't transmitting.
He took a haul off of the lit cigarette in his mouth, still lit through some sort of miracle. He groaned and shuffled forward, making himself a meal out of the news crew. He picked up a microphone that the reporter had been holding after he was done and they began to get up and move out into the streets, he tried to speak into it. But all that could come out were groans. Probably would help if he have a vocabulary that allowed him to say more than just the word 'brains'.
And then something tried to touch his mind. But the funny thing about a mind so damaged from being dead for ten years...is that it doesn't quite work like you thought it would. It acted on instincts really, not a real logical thought process. It sensed a great mind near...and began to make that connection. It's thoughts were fractured, it could feel it's family around them. It could feel the numbers swelling. And it was driven by a hunger that would never be sated. He didn't know why...didn't really care. A few bullets flew through it's chest as it stood, smoking the cigarette pondering what to make of this new sensation.
Stubbs began to stumble out of the blood soaked news van, walking around and rushing toward a victim, pulling her to the ground and munching into her face. He could feel her join the familly.
This...voice, it wasn't family. A sense of hostility immedietly rose up as Stubbs turned back towards the building, making his way forward. The horde followed, chewing down all in it's wake. It wasn't understanding the signals or thoughts heading his way. It was just noise to him.
He stopped and looked at the dreadlocked pair, staring at them for a moment. But the thoughts that were not his own kept going...they wouldn't shut up. He ran up ontop of an 18 wheeler, ripping out it's stomach and throwing it in their general direction...although he ended up hitting a gas truck instead, causing it to explode.
And then the horde kept moving.
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