I'm not really one for social events-- introvert and all that-- but this
insured that everyone was exactly where I wanted them. That and there was free
food.
See, this gave me a chance to order pizza and Pepsi, where my heart truly lies.
Harry gave us all the green light to order his man servants around, and I for one took full advantage of this. Ya know, by ordering Pizza Hut pizza and all the liters of Pepsi.
I may or may not have ordered several boxes of pizza...that night, we were feasting like kings.
True to the agreement, after work, Gwen and Max traveled up to the floor of the office and joined us; us being the boys, me, Harry and Felicia. Dear Felicia was told by Harry to go home, but she refused, instead staying by his side, loyal as ever.
I tapped into the sound system using the device attached to Kai and played all the best tunes I had on there. There was a fun little tamper Felicia and Max helped me with that enriched the room with neon alien-like colors, making it feel more like a rave than anything. I must say, it really was refreshing to just relax for awhile and eat pizza and not have to worry about immediate danger every five minutes. There was the looming threat of an attack in the air, but for the time being, all was fine. We were alright and having an actual good time, together.
Me and the boys were naturally huddled in our own little group, away from the others.
We lounged upon comfortable couches, bobbing our heads to the music as we feasted.
Gwen sat in a chair at the other side of the room, quietly sipping some soda with her legs properly crossed in a rather adorable vanilla blouse and brown skirt, equipped with knee high boots. Her face heavily indicated her mind was elsewhere as she stared at the floor with a soft but distant smile. I could tell her thoughts were surrounding Peter's predicament. She was still worried, but I didn't know whether comforting her was the best idea, considering Harry and Gwen were the ones aware of Peter's disappearance, but Max was aware of Spider-Man's. Making a big deal out've Peter's disappearance would only wind up making Max question why both persons were missing at the same time. I wanted to keep as much hidden from the lot to the complete truths as possible. And I think I did do a good job at that for the time being.
Max was wandering about the room, gawking at literally everything considering he was a mere Oscorp employee whom everyone looked down on and here he was, partying in his boss' office.
It was as if he got a VIP pass. Harry didn't seem to care much that two peeps had randomly showed up and were lounging in his oh-so-important office. In fact, he was being completely quiet, spinning around slowly in his chair, in but his dress pants and undershirt, playing with his little USB. He had hardly spoken a word all night and I was highly concerned about what was going on in that mind. He was depressed and that wasn't okay. Felicia was sitting in a chair near him, typing busily just as silent as he, working on Lord knows what. Back to Max, the adorable sweet thing was grinning like a child, still wandering the room excitedly. "Wow!!" He exclaimed. "I just got to say..this is amazing!! Thank you so much for including me, Sarah! And thank you for allowing it, Mr. Oscorp!" Harry shrugged at first, but eventually raised his glass to Max as he continued slouching in his chair, consistently staring out the window. "It's fine.."
"No really, thank you, thank you. I've never had this much fun."
"No problemo, Maxy boy." I replied as I stuffed my mouth with food.
"This is amazing, just..wow!"
"Boy's turning into Owen Wilson....."
Back to Harry and Felicia, I could see the two were a work in progress, Harry being a depressed emo and Felicia being a busy workaholic, neither able to have fun and escape reality.
And we all know how big of a fan I am of escaping one's reality.
I took my tomboy tendencies to a maximum that night as I propped my boots up on the table infront of me, singing 'Another One Bites the Dust' with a crammed mouth and swaying my head to the rhythm, whilst also eating my slice of pizza from my knife. I'm so Viking, it hurts.
The boys bobbed their heads to the music, seeing as how Queen is our band of empowerment, and carelessly lounged around me, Jim resting his head on my shoulder as he ate.
Joker laid horizontally on the couch, Master stuffing his mouth like a wild animal, eating chicken wings..again..while Bane sat on a separate chair, cupping his hands together as he stared at the floor. Once I finished what was in my mouth, I chugged down a 2 liter bottles of Pepsi and I couldn't be happier. I was brutally hungry and thirsty that night, good lord.
I took a deep satisfied breath upon finishing the bottle and threw it at a trashcan----missing, of course, cuz that's my only luck---- licked my lips and threw back my head, "CLARKY!!!"
'Clarky', as I called him, hurried right inside and leaned over as he positioned himself infront of me.
He was a very obedient, frail, lean and physically unstrong young man, who looked at me through thick blackframed glasses , and slicked back black hair, with an adorable little suit and bowtie.
"Yes, Miss Demens?"
"Order two more pizzas, please. And like..six more bottles of Pepsi. I intend to stay up tonight."
He nodded, "Yes, Miss Demens. Anything else?"
"Yes, order one for yourself and if ya ain't got one, get yourself a girl, cuz you adorbs."
I handed him a roll of money, which he took with a bit of surprise, smiling shyly.
"..yes, Miss Demens...but I uh..do have a girlfriend." He answered, bashfully.
"Then eat, man, eatttt."
He moved onward.
Upon yawning, I quickly snatched another bottle and chugged some more of my fuel down.
I didn't care if my kidneys died, I needed to stay awake and alert.
"So how long will we have to stay here?" Gwen questioned, finally snapping out of it.
"Not complaining, just wondering.." "You don't think they would attack us the second we leave, do you?" "That's exactly what I think." I answered, dryly. "You don't know them like we do. Punks like them would wait for days just for one single opportunity to kill or snatch you. Anyway..we'll most likely not have to wait all night..just long enough for them to show up, make a move, us kick their butts, and then we leave." "Make a move? Like what?"
I tilted my head, staring at nothing. "To attack."
Harry turned in his chair at this, "What makes you think they'll have the guts to do it??"
I raised my brows, "They're them. They have the guts to a lot of things. Especially with us."
"And why you?"
I and the others glanced at one another.
"Because." I answered.
"We have a history with these people.." Bane spoke. "They have become desperate to annihilate us." "Well that sucks." Felicia commented, dryly. I chuckled, "Yeah, cuz we're the only ones who have the guts to say NO. And DO something about it..because of that, they lose their wigs in an insane effort to try to stop us from stopping them. Villains are ridiculous."
"Wait a minute.." Spoke up Max. "What if these are the ones responsible for what happened to Spider-Man?!" "They ARE." Harry replied, loudly. "..Most likely, at least.."
Max looked back at us, "Well I'm sorry to say, but..what chance do you five have against them if they did take Spider-Man?" "All the chances! We got skills, Max, we got skills. Don't you lot worry. We're gonna get Spidey back and save this city."
Gwen was unsettled by this conversation, as I took notice of her shifting uncomfortably, now sipping from her cup with a shaky hand as her eyes fell back to the floor, mournfully.
I really couldn't do anything to comfort her, even if I tried.
So I just turned my attention back to my pizza and spun it around with my knife, trying to find something to change the subject with, before Joker suddenly prodded my side and I twitched my head over to him. "Let me see it." He said, gesturing his hand. I gave him a rather confused expression, seeking answers, and he snapped with a roll of the eyes. "Your knife..lemme see it."
My eyes returned to my precious leatherman..I was a bit reluctant to hand it over to the clown, but..well..what choice does one have with Joker.
I tugged the pizza slice off of it, gave it a quick wipe against my pantsleeve to clean it, then slowly granted it to the villain. "No steal."
He sniffed a laugh at the notion he would even have need of my tiny knife, but still examined it with admiration, rotating it in every direction. Knives are as precious to him as my guns are to me. In his eyes, they are quite beautiful. "Huh..cute." "I know..it's a bit dull."
I sagged at the sad thought of my knife being cute and not deadly.
"I've been meaning to sharpen it, I just don't have a proper stone."
He cut his eyes at me. "Naw, that's a good sign. Shows you use it."
I perked. "Huh..true."
"In fact, I'm impressed."
AWW! Joker was impressed with me!
"You got anymore?" "Tons. Back home, at least."
"Hm..I need to take you shopping, then." "Oh? I'd be honored."
"By what?" "Being escorted by the best." I swear, beyond that makeup, he blushed.
He handed it back to me.
"To be honest, we really do need to do more weapon and wardrobe shopping. I strive to reach Sarah Connor and Lara Croft level in my artillery and swag department. I'm pathetically lacking in my low budget assembly." "I think you look ravishing."
"Shush, pot o'gold." I hissed at Jim, despite feeling quite flattered at his comment..as was the usual case. "So then, it's no longer a mystery where you developed your all black heavy-duty gun-ho style from." I sighed, dreamily. "Years of positive character growth, my dear Master."
"Teenage role models of your's?" Master snarked.
"Correction; childhood role models. I'll have you know most of the fandoms I'm in I've been in since I was but a mere babe." Joker flashed his eyes at me, "Dear God, you watched Terminator as a child?!" "Excuse you, I've been watching R rated films since like..ever."
"Good gracious." "Oh calm down, it's really no major event. I closed my eyes at the obscene parts and listened obediently when my parents marked the bad words with 'bad word'."
"Hm..good parenting." "Horrible parenting." "Well I think I turned out alright."
I laugh, audience, I laugh.
"You really are a strange one, Demens." "You just now noticed this?" "No, just stating the obvious."
"Good." "No wonder you're so screwed up."
I only laugh again. 'Twas not a lie.
"Don't offend my wife." "Make me." "Jim, we are not-" "You're married?" "-Married."
"Indeed, we are." "That's surprising!" "Listen to not a word he says, he suffers from dementia."
"How long have you been married?" "A good 13 years.." "Oh dear god.."
"Show me this marriage certificate you inadvertently claim to exist."
Jim turned his head, "It burned in the fire." "Convenient. Which fire?"
"The fire of '98." "Ah..I was 3 in '98."
"If you liked it, then you should've put a ring on it." Joker laughed.
"Lord have mercy." "I know I don't say it enough, but I really do despise you all."
"We love you, too, Saxon." "I hate you." "You, too, have nice eyes."
"Someone shoot me in the head, please."
"You know, I'm almost tempted to keep them here as nightly entertainment, Mr. Osborn.." Felicia said with a smile. Harry even smirked. "Oh wow, this is incredible."
He glanced over at her. "What is?"
Felicia perked. "Those two that visited today? I haven't been able to find them in any database. Not one trace of them online. I can't find a facial recognition through the images from the security cameras. It's as if they're ghosts." "You mean you've been looking all that up in the meantime?"
Felicia nodded. I glared at Harry, smirking. "She's a rather dedicated one, huh Harry?"
He said nothing, obviously not detecting I was sHIPPING THEM SO HARD.
Felicia shook her head, confused. "Are they from overseas? How can they not be in the system at all?" "Maybe they're international criminals?" Max suggested. I looked at him, "Yes."
"So you know who they are?"
ugh, oops.
I sagged. "Uh..well..uh..yes.." "Who are they?!"
My eyes sheepishly fell to my Pepsi and I quickly took a drink.
"......international criminals."
More like interdimensional criminals, but who's counting.
"No, you know something, please tell us." "gah blah mope dope glurgy spit spuh"
How I fumbled so, secrets secrets secrets
"CLARKY!!!!!" I screeched hoarsely.
Yes I panicked, yes I screamed, no Clarky did not come, yes I screamed for him again, this time my voice going even more hoarse. "CLARKY!!!!!!!!"
. . . but Clarky still did not come. I blinked.
"....................CLARKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
. . . . Still no Clarky.
I glanced at the others, "...Alert the authorities, Clarky is dead."
"That's weird.." Harry muttered, sitting up.
"I should think so." I muttered back.
"He doesn't get off until 10.." "And just around the corner, you will find his corpse."
"I'm sure things are fine, he might've just went downstairs."
"Mmhm.." "Or he's dead." Harry glanced over at the others, obviously unsettled by the circumstance. He went to grab the phone. "I'll call him."
"Won't be an answer." "Cuz he's dead." "Oh my god, stop."
Harry dialed the number and put the phone to his ear.
The boys and I all exchanged uneasy glances.
Harry looked slightly worried as the call went to voicemail.
"..Ben..Ben, you there?" "His name is Ben?" Jim whispered, leaning over. I shook my head, leaning back, "It's a ruse, pay no attention, Clarky will always be Clarky." "Ben, pick up."
Silence...oh dear...
"Ben???"
He then hung up and went for the speaker and pressed down the button. He leaned over and was about to speak, when I opened my mouth instead and talked over him, "Clarky, you're fired."
He let go and shot me a glare, shaking his head. I shrugged with a devious smirk.
In all seriousness, I was getting rather unnerved by the situation..my heart began to quicken in beats and my fingers itched closer to my holster..something was most definitely not right.
Everyone in the room took notice.
"What's going on, Mr. Osborn??" Max questioned, with a hint of concern.
Gwen's face teemed with the same concern, as did Felicia's.
We all were glaring over at Harry, who stared down at his phone and speaker, in an increasingly worried fashion. I started to stand up slowly, readying myself for whatever was about to go down.
When what did happen next just about practically gave all of us sixteen simultaneous heart attacks, and I spun on my heels with both guns pointed at the doorway, yelping like a psycho.
Alarms.
Alarms that blared from every direction and were so loud, I am now writing this to you a deafened individual. The party lights changed from neon colors to a flashing white, red and green.
The atmosphere became strangled by sheer bloody panic.
We all were up and alert, looking around frantically.
"What's happening?!" Gwen screamed over the noise.
"Alarms are going off!" Max shouted back.
"No way, really?!" "Gwen, be nice!"
I ran over to the cameras to inspect the scene, the boys following right along like devoted puppies.
My jaw dropped.
Everyone in the building was being barked at by Osborn security for all the employees and guests to vacate the premises. In other words, they were being evacuated.
I briefly looked back at Harry, "Harold, they're evacuating the building."
"What?" "I know, major exaggeration." "What the *beep* is going on?!"
He threw his hands up, "Why?!"
I looked at the other monitors, watching people flee hurriedly, with security in tow, all of them pouring out through the doors. But uh...one problem...no one had come for Harry.
I tightened my jaw.
"..It's a trap."
Harry cut his eyes at me.
"And you think that, why?" Gwen questioned behind us.
My eyes flickered to one monitor that revealed what was happening just outside Harry's office.
I once again drew out my guns, pointing them low infront of me.
Armed assailants were approaching from the hall.
"..That's why."
Everyone flashed their eyes at the same monitor I was gazing at and a few gasped..
Max screamed, comically.
I rushed to the doors and positioned myself to the side of them, nudging my head for the boys to follow, then gesturing at Harry. "Harry, everyone, get away from the windows! All o' you get in the middle of the room and get down!"
Harry, Felicia, Gwen and Max all did as I had commanded. The boys also did as I said and rushed to my side. "Alright, here's the plan.." I whispered as I peeked over at the monitors, seeing that with now an empty building, armed assailants were expanding from out of absolutely nowhere from down below, and were advancing for upstairs, to us.
I looked back at the others, "...We're gonna go out and take care of these guys."
"Pardon?" Master snapped. "Do you see how many are out there?!"
"Oh pish posh, we've tackled against hordes of orcs and pirates, this'll be a fun walk in the park! Besides, don't want your fighting skills getting rusty, old man."
He growled.
I cut my eyes at both Bane and J. "Bane, Joker..you, me and Master are heading out. Jim, you stay here and stand guard at the entrance. Anyone comes even a FRACTION of a foot away, that ain't us? Shoot 'em." "...got ya." Jim accordingly slipped in a mag into his gun.
"What if they reach up here?" Max suggested.
I smirked over at the hiding bunch. "...they won't get the chance."
Jim then hurried in position, while all the boys went on either side, Master and J on one, Bane choosing to stand next to me. Everyone readied their weapons.
Truth be told, we weren't sure just how well equipped these buffoons were..but hey..it's us.
We're pretty vicious. I puffed up in preparation, holding my head back as I held up my guns.
"..1.."
They took a deep breath.
"..2.."
They looked at me. I looked to the doors.
"....3!!!"
Bane at once kicked the door down in not even a second and we four charged out, dodging any surprise attacks from the approaching foes. To be fair, they were all taken by surprise, no doubt not expecting at all that the likes of us would even be there. They were left stunned by the sight of us, and I couldn't be more pleased.
Master and J separated from us as I shot at the first two ahead, whom were all clothed in black, sporting nightvision-like goggles, bullet proof vests and had big freaking guns, with black masks covering the rest of their face..they might have been wearing them vests for their centers, but not everything else. Because of this, I shot for the exposed parts and knocked them back, where my boy Bane reeled in and delivered powerful blows to their heads that knocked them down to the floor; he grabbed a third by the hair and slammed them against his knee, knocking him unconscious. The boys to the right took their boys out by J knifing and hitting his opponents, and Master blasting them with his electrical energy, shooting them several yards away.
Me and Bane covered the other way, me shooting at any exposed parts of the foes, with Bane hurling the incoming dudes over the edge of the walkway which sent them tumbling down as we went, taking the long way to downstairs, as the elevator was not being used by the alerted assailants. Here, we slid down, punching and kicking those that we disarmed, Bane tossing them around like ragdolls with inhuman force. Two tried to grab either side of me; but I immediately elbowed one in the face, disorienting him, briefly turning and kicking the one infront of me so hard , he staggered back, before turning back to the other, taking his head, grabbing him by the face, and pulled him, slamming him hard against a wall. I instantly kicked in his back upon him falling to the floor. I then leapt off his said back and grasshopper kicked my way right into the other's chest, which sent him hurdling even further, throwing down quite a few of his comrades as if they were bowling pins.
Master and J finally reached the bottom floor with us and were being absolutely brutal to their opponents. We all brawled fiercely in the flashing, partially darkened, smoky room, the alarms obnoxiously blaring in our ears. The boys and myself were utterly vicious, showing these cads absolute no mercy. The last thing I, for one, wanted was for them to reach the top floor and prey upon the others. Jim was able to take out maybe one or two at a time, but not a mass amount.
Therefore, letting any of these idiots pass our defense was simply not an option.
None of these men were to come out on top.
They had guts and determination, though, as they kept coming at us, which was a good thing, since they were focusing their attention on us and not getting upstairs. Despite their defeat, they got back up and struggled to come at us once more. Resilient, but really. One look at us, and you'll know we're just as vigorous. We were too powerful, the four of us. J was slicing target to target, savagely bringing them down and wounding them to the point of them crying out and screaming, while the ones that Master took on were suffering harshly upon the impact of his energy and were left convulsing on the floor. J slashed at vital areas, so it was pretty messy. While Master was just freaking roasting these guys. He hurled them into various pieces of furniture and equipment , which were all no doubt expensive, mind you.
I couldn't help but check back on the others, stealing glances every chance I got, all four now completely scattered from me. These dudes were being tossed like horseshoes, but they were still equipped with decent firepower. My boys did not come assembled with body armor, therefore one shot would be enough to take them out. And, well, that would suck.
To put it simply.
My attention turned back on my opponents just in time to dodge their swinging attacks, four of them coming at me at once, which I swerved around each of them and avoided injuries by some sheer miracle as they shot at me and slashed with their suddenly appearing knives.
I countered them as best as I could, grabbing their knife wielding wrists and flicking them until their weapons flung across the floor, another tactic I learned from my father.
A few times, the men managed to land a punch, either on my back or arm or leg, or in my face. I was disoriented, but only briefly..after all, this wasn't my first violent dance with fiends. I had been injured and beaten a few times and took on a few hits, even my leg being crushed right before me. A punch to the face, sadly for them, just wasn't as effected as it could have been prior to my venturing. Then again..I've always been pretty resilient when it comes to taking a hit. Due to me taking these hits, I quickly recovered and landed counterattacks, shooting their legs and whamming them in the face that knocked two unconscious, where I then took out the others by twisting one's arm, locking him in place, then shooting the other several times which brought him down as he was stunned by all the bullets to his chest. I turned back to the one I had a lock on and twisted his arm even further until I heard a swift snap that made him shout, where I finally ran forward and let go, hurling him away into a roll on the floor, dizzying him. And I at last came up to the two and hit them as hard as possible in the face.
They went out like light bulbs.
Others almost immediately came, not getting that we were too much for them.
Or maybe they were just coming cuz they knew we were and it was an all-out assault to attempt to save their own lives. Also maybe for wounded pride.
I drove these coming fiends towards the center of the room, trying to deter them away from the stairs and elevators as much as possible to focus solely on me. I took out as many of them as possible, but I was running low on bullets and adrenaline, despite the fight only lasting maybe 5 to 10 minutes, feeling as if it was lasting 3 hours. Even though I was being pretty effective in my fighting, the lack of light was preventing me from seeing exactly what I was doing. I was most likely being a lot more gruesome and savage than I realized, as my body went into panic mode to attack what was coming out of the darkness. Glass was meanwhile being shattered everywhere from where the boys were brawling, the crooks shooting in every direction. The flashing was really annoying, lemme tell ya that, as I truly noticed it backing towards the center and watching the fiends around me. I frequently had to throw my hand up to cover my face as stuff kept shooting from nowhere, and for some reason, there was an intense heat that was slowly suffocating me.
I checked back on the boys to ensure their safety and took note of how close they had gotten, battling their foes. They were now attacking the very same ones coming after me, to which I now assisted in. I drew out my guns once more after sliding in new mags, and zoomed horizontally, shooting all the ones in line with my barrel, and successfully managed to get quite a few taken down. I went for the boys' direction and they ducked in time to avoid my wave of bullets that took down more fiends. Once it was safe, they arose to finish off the crooks.
The body count was horrendous and surprising and these guys seemed as if they were spawning from a videogame, there were so many. My attention drew back to the other fiends who were now surrounding me and I backed up..only right into the boys, who had done the exact same thing as me. We were now in a tiny circle, back to back, and staring all around at the approaching foes who were now out of bullets themselves. They were quickly surrounding all four of us. I held still, glancing over at the others, all of us out of breath and withholding battle stances, me with my guns, Joker with his knife, Master rubbing his hands to create electrical friction, and Bane puffing his chest out with his fists curled, looking as if he were about to take off like a steaming bull. But upon staring at the remaining assailants, I realized there was a good reason why they were surrounding us, because they were just that..remaining.
They were all that was left.
The boys saw this, too, and we all at once glanced at one another, getting the same idea.
This made me look back and smile sadistically, licking my lips as my eyes trailed all along at the meager handful of idiots left standing. This made a few that I crossed sights with jerk their heads and turn to their comrades with some slight fidgeting in the process.
It was clear now that they were realizing just how psycho the four of us really were..
and that coming here truly was a mistake.
I gave the boys one last glance before we all turned our focus back on the foes and we each tightened up our breath and then...we jumped back in.
Bane charged in and grabbed two simultaneously by the throats, throwing them against the floor in a mighty glandslam, as Joker went into an intense hand to hand knife-fight with one, slicing at the air unsuccessfully, but only at first, soon landing some pretty impressive kicks on the jerk that sent him flipping back, tumbling and rolling right over a desk that's glass frame had been shattered, and in one swift motion, J hopped upon it and slid across it moving perfectly, to end up at the end, where the fiend got up and tried to recover, only for J to immediately grab the dude by the hair and finish him effectively. Master landed some intense blows to the chests of his opponents and as he came in to punch one in the gut, he only wound up sending out a huge powerful charge of energy that hit the guy point blank and shot him like a rocket instantly across the room right into direct contact with a wall. Master in the same movement immediately swerved to the other two around him and blasted them awesomely to kingdom come like a total boss. The boys had seemingly finished, while I, out of bullets myself, was still busy trying to take out one dude in particular who refused to go down.
And it infuriated me.
It looked as if I was lacking in my fighting skills and was struggling to end just one guy and I'll be honest, it was embarrassing to have this happen infront of the boys. So I was pretty vigorous in my coming at the guy, who remained still pretty freaking excruciatingly stubborn.
But in one second, in my swinging punch towards his face, he seized the opportunity to come right around and snatch me by the throat, causing me to lose the ability to breathe, and he mercilessly charged me right forward into a wall, slamming me with very painful force that made me cringe intensely. The boys, especially Bane, hurriedly edged closer as a gesture to help and were most definitely about to, due to the guy squeezing the living daylights out've me by the throat, causing my whole body to tense and made me forcefully cough to attempt to breathe through his ridiculous strength. My vision blurred and I was close to losing full consciousness because of this..however, I had come very far, and had already survived a violent confrontation with one annoyingly indestructible bully of an assassin..this dude was a measly shrimp whom I really wasn't in the mood to lose to. That and we all know how unbearably stubborn I am. Because of this, I used what focus I had left to reach and claw with my free hand for something beside me to use as a quick weapon, apart from the hand that I used to stage me trying to break free. And with my free hand, I tracked down something grabbable...and when I realized just what it was, I seized my own opportunity. I then swung the thick metal pipe I now wielded and WHAM!
Hit him right in the side of the skull.
This made him immediately cry out in pain and let go long enough for me to break my hand free and snatch the exposed cords my eyes had drifted to, that sparked upon my touch, which I instantly crammed into the side of his neck with all the rage and strength I could muster, and he went absolutely nuts. I once again took the metal object and repeatedly delivered hard violent blows to his head with such ferocity, I'm pretty sure he went brain dead whilst still standing.
I finally seized and let out a breath, blowing a pesky portion of my hair away as I stood infront of the man who was now on his knees before me, where he belonged.
He struggled to function and fight back, but was unable to move.
The boys gave me glances that suggested actual genuine surprise over my aggressive nature and ease of turning the tables, and I could hear Joker mutter a quieted,
"Wow..remind me never to tick her off..."
..heh...heh heh....heh heh heh.. >:)
Looking back at the last standing crook, I tightened my grip around my object and my breath, and with one more final swing, I whacked him right across the face and he instantly fell backwards. The fiend was out, just like that. With that, I dropped my improvised weapon, dusted myself off, and strolled forward.
~ ~ ~
The four of us left our trail of bodies and hurried back upstairs to Harry's office, which had been locked back up. Upon trying for the knob which was indeed locked, I knocked hurriedly--only for a bullet to fly right past my ear from behind the door and the boys dodged out of the way despite already being clear of getting hit. I shot my head back, curling my fists angrily.
"JIM, YOU IDIOT, IT'S ME."
With that, the door was opened and we four charged right through. We were just a tad banged up, sporting some cuts and bruises and were a little drained from the intensity of the fight, but it was nothing too severe as the battle was after all a relatively short one.
I looked to Jim, who stood next to the doors, gun in hand, and smacked him swiftly across the head as punishment for almost shooting me, but didn't prolong the matter.
"Everyone alright?"
My eyes returned to the Spidey gang.
Dear old Max still had a smile on his face, despite his obvious fear.
"Pretty sure I had four heart attacks, but other than that, I'm right as rain!"
Gwen got up, fixing her clothes which were a tad messed up from laying on the floor, and Harry and Felicia crawled and helped eachother up.
Max remained on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling.
"Who were they??" Harry questioned, gaining back his wits.
"Morons who thought they could cross us and make it out alive." Joker gloated.
I rolled my eyes, "They were assassins."
"Assassins?! After who?!"
"After you." I pointed right at Harry and he jerked his head back.
"Why else would they target your office, where they know for sure you would be?"
He looked away, trying to process this.
"But never mind that.." I quickly moved to the side, "We gotta go. It's not safe. More might come." "You don't have to tell ME twice!" Max spoke before springing up and hurrying over to the boys. Gwen followed in tow, along with Felicia, who kept glancing over at Harry.
Harry lagged, looking at his office like something was wrong. We didn't have time for it, though, so I bolted forward and snatched his arm to drag him along. "We'll come back here later, we just gotta get out NOW." I tossed him over to the boys who grabbed him, nodded, and escorted him and the others out the door. Upon my eyes returning to the room, I ran and grabbed a slice of pizza and a Pepsi bottle, because.....because....don't judge me.
Jim waited for me until I was ready and we both went out the door together, him in immediate tow. I was expecting the others to flip over the battle scene...however, upon exiting, I realized something was....missing. This was especially evident when we reached closer to downstairs, where we all froze and looked down. My mouth fell.
All the bodies were gone. I checked behind me and sure enough, there wasn't a trace.
I looked back and saw that in place of the sea of dispatched assassins was a handful of authorities who were in the process of questioning Oscorp employees.
Within a few moments, everything was cleaned up and the cops were there, investigating the scene??? This was not right. Not right at freaking all.
That's when I noticed that chief among the questioned employees was none other than Menken, one of Harry's lead executives..whom I knew right off the bat not to trust.
In the film, he had stabbed Harry in the back, framing him for performing experiments on those such as Max and trying to cover it up, which he then used to kick him out and take over Oscorp.
My gaze zoomed in on him as he spoke with an officer and I felt as if I could run and strangle him for what he did... for now, the smug and secretive wretch looked panicked and flustered.
Like a complete wuss. I'd kill 'im later.
In the meantime, my gaze returned to the crime scene, my mind unable to compute, and I instantly felt nauseous. "...Did I just imagine that battle.." "..nope.." "...Did we just.." "..yep.."
"................." I immediately took a swig of Pepsi. In that second, I at once pushed forward and rushed down the stairs, directly towards the authorities. The others ran after me and tried to stop me, just as the officers and employees took notice of me. But still, I charged in, not caring if the officers shot me or not, as a few did indeed instinctively reach for their guns at the sight of an unaccounted for group of individuals.
"What happened?" I exclaimed. They did not answer me.
I threw my arms up, "ARE YOU DEAF?! What happened?! Where are they?!"
"Who is this?" One officer questioned Menken.
"Hey, I ask the questions here, bub!"
In that moment, Harry grabbed my shoulder and let out a hand to gesture at the police.
"It's okay, I'm Harry Osborn, these people were my guests and protected me."
The police eased. I didn't care.
"What'd you do with them?" Yet again, I had no answer.
Harry tried next as I tossed my hands in the air in frustration, turning away.
"What happened, there was just a group of men here?"
"Group of men?" Shot Menken.
My eyes darkly snapped at him, as I rolled my tongue along the inside of my cheek.
He chuckled, obnoxiously. "Harry, you must be seeing things. There was a problem below, caused a few small explosions. Occupational hazard. We are at Oscorp, after all."
Funny how he suddenly seemed so calm. Ya know..since he was lying and all.
"Occupational hazard, indeed." I recited, suspiciously.
His eyes cut to me, "Who are you again?? I didn't get a name, Miss..."
"Oh, no need for that. I'm sure you already dug up one."
I glanced over at his lead crony standing a ways away. Menken's eyes squinted at me.
Harry, I noticed, looked perplexed.
"Well..." I said, looking back at Osborn and the others.
I gazed back at Menken, "I should lead everyone out..it's not safe here in this..accident-prone building." I defensively snatched Harry by the arm and led him forward, staring down Menken with all the intensity I could. The others followed right behind, all of us making our way past the cops and exiting the building without incident. Cop cars were all around, helicopter lights looming from above, piercing through the nighttime darkness.
We walked a good distance away from Oscorp, minding our surroundings in case another secret attack ensued. But for now, we seemed to be in the clear. Once I detected it was safe enough, I began talking again. "Gwen, take Max and go some place safe. Harry and Felicia are coming with us, to our..ship." "..Wait, ship?" I ignored him. "I wanna distance these two as much as possible. So please...don't attract any attention. Stay as far away from us for as long as you can."
Gwen nodded with a faint smile and took Max by the arm.
"Goodnight, Miss Demens!" Max called as they left.
"Night, Max..be safe." I waved until they were a far enough distance, before turning back to Harry and Felicia. "Something ain't right, Harry."
"I know.." He replied. "I felt it..that guy before, he must have done this. That building..it was full of bodies. There was no way it would be cleaned up like that so fast.."
"While I agree it was cleaned up too fast and I can't really explain why...I will say that this mess wasn't Loki's style." "..What are you saying??" "..Menken...he's hiding something..you must have noticed." Harry swallowed. "....I did." "I did, too." Felicia agreed. "He was covering something up. But that would only mean...." Our eyes met, knowing the truth and we all spoke it at once...
"It was done from the inside."
See, this gave me a chance to order pizza and Pepsi, where my heart truly lies.
Harry gave us all the green light to order his man servants around, and I for one took full advantage of this. Ya know, by ordering Pizza Hut pizza and all the liters of Pepsi.
I may or may not have ordered several boxes of pizza...that night, we were feasting like kings.
True to the agreement, after work, Gwen and Max traveled up to the floor of the office and joined us; us being the boys, me, Harry and Felicia. Dear Felicia was told by Harry to go home, but she refused, instead staying by his side, loyal as ever.
I tapped into the sound system using the device attached to Kai and played all the best tunes I had on there. There was a fun little tamper Felicia and Max helped me with that enriched the room with neon alien-like colors, making it feel more like a rave than anything. I must say, it really was refreshing to just relax for awhile and eat pizza and not have to worry about immediate danger every five minutes. There was the looming threat of an attack in the air, but for the time being, all was fine. We were alright and having an actual good time, together.
Me and the boys were naturally huddled in our own little group, away from the others.
We lounged upon comfortable couches, bobbing our heads to the music as we feasted.
Gwen sat in a chair at the other side of the room, quietly sipping some soda with her legs properly crossed in a rather adorable vanilla blouse and brown skirt, equipped with knee high boots. Her face heavily indicated her mind was elsewhere as she stared at the floor with a soft but distant smile. I could tell her thoughts were surrounding Peter's predicament. She was still worried, but I didn't know whether comforting her was the best idea, considering Harry and Gwen were the ones aware of Peter's disappearance, but Max was aware of Spider-Man's. Making a big deal out've Peter's disappearance would only wind up making Max question why both persons were missing at the same time. I wanted to keep as much hidden from the lot to the complete truths as possible. And I think I did do a good job at that for the time being.
Max was wandering about the room, gawking at literally everything considering he was a mere Oscorp employee whom everyone looked down on and here he was, partying in his boss' office.
It was as if he got a VIP pass. Harry didn't seem to care much that two peeps had randomly showed up and were lounging in his oh-so-important office. In fact, he was being completely quiet, spinning around slowly in his chair, in but his dress pants and undershirt, playing with his little USB. He had hardly spoken a word all night and I was highly concerned about what was going on in that mind. He was depressed and that wasn't okay. Felicia was sitting in a chair near him, typing busily just as silent as he, working on Lord knows what. Back to Max, the adorable sweet thing was grinning like a child, still wandering the room excitedly. "Wow!!" He exclaimed. "I just got to say..this is amazing!! Thank you so much for including me, Sarah! And thank you for allowing it, Mr. Oscorp!" Harry shrugged at first, but eventually raised his glass to Max as he continued slouching in his chair, consistently staring out the window. "It's fine.."
"No really, thank you, thank you. I've never had this much fun."
"No problemo, Maxy boy." I replied as I stuffed my mouth with food.
"This is amazing, just..wow!"
"Boy's turning into Owen Wilson....."
Back to Harry and Felicia, I could see the two were a work in progress, Harry being a depressed emo and Felicia being a busy workaholic, neither able to have fun and escape reality.
And we all know how big of a fan I am of escaping one's reality.
I took my tomboy tendencies to a maximum that night as I propped my boots up on the table infront of me, singing 'Another One Bites the Dust' with a crammed mouth and swaying my head to the rhythm, whilst also eating my slice of pizza from my knife. I'm so Viking, it hurts.
The boys bobbed their heads to the music, seeing as how Queen is our band of empowerment, and carelessly lounged around me, Jim resting his head on my shoulder as he ate.
Joker laid horizontally on the couch, Master stuffing his mouth like a wild animal, eating chicken wings..again..while Bane sat on a separate chair, cupping his hands together as he stared at the floor. Once I finished what was in my mouth, I chugged down a 2 liter bottles of Pepsi and I couldn't be happier. I was brutally hungry and thirsty that night, good lord.
I took a deep satisfied breath upon finishing the bottle and threw it at a trashcan----missing, of course, cuz that's my only luck---- licked my lips and threw back my head, "CLARKY!!!"
'Clarky', as I called him, hurried right inside and leaned over as he positioned himself infront of me.
He was a very obedient, frail, lean and physically unstrong young man, who looked at me through thick blackframed glasses , and slicked back black hair, with an adorable little suit and bowtie.
"Yes, Miss Demens?"
"Order two more pizzas, please. And like..six more bottles of Pepsi. I intend to stay up tonight."
He nodded, "Yes, Miss Demens. Anything else?"
"Yes, order one for yourself and if ya ain't got one, get yourself a girl, cuz you adorbs."
I handed him a roll of money, which he took with a bit of surprise, smiling shyly.
"..yes, Miss Demens...but I uh..do have a girlfriend." He answered, bashfully.
"Then eat, man, eatttt."
He moved onward.
Upon yawning, I quickly snatched another bottle and chugged some more of my fuel down.
I didn't care if my kidneys died, I needed to stay awake and alert.
"So how long will we have to stay here?" Gwen questioned, finally snapping out of it.
"Not complaining, just wondering.." "You don't think they would attack us the second we leave, do you?" "That's exactly what I think." I answered, dryly. "You don't know them like we do. Punks like them would wait for days just for one single opportunity to kill or snatch you. Anyway..we'll most likely not have to wait all night..just long enough for them to show up, make a move, us kick their butts, and then we leave." "Make a move? Like what?"
I tilted my head, staring at nothing. "To attack."
Harry turned in his chair at this, "What makes you think they'll have the guts to do it??"
I raised my brows, "They're them. They have the guts to a lot of things. Especially with us."
"And why you?"
I and the others glanced at one another.
"Because." I answered.
"We have a history with these people.." Bane spoke. "They have become desperate to annihilate us." "Well that sucks." Felicia commented, dryly. I chuckled, "Yeah, cuz we're the only ones who have the guts to say NO. And DO something about it..because of that, they lose their wigs in an insane effort to try to stop us from stopping them. Villains are ridiculous."
"Wait a minute.." Spoke up Max. "What if these are the ones responsible for what happened to Spider-Man?!" "They ARE." Harry replied, loudly. "..Most likely, at least.."
Max looked back at us, "Well I'm sorry to say, but..what chance do you five have against them if they did take Spider-Man?" "All the chances! We got skills, Max, we got skills. Don't you lot worry. We're gonna get Spidey back and save this city."
Gwen was unsettled by this conversation, as I took notice of her shifting uncomfortably, now sipping from her cup with a shaky hand as her eyes fell back to the floor, mournfully.
I really couldn't do anything to comfort her, even if I tried.
So I just turned my attention back to my pizza and spun it around with my knife, trying to find something to change the subject with, before Joker suddenly prodded my side and I twitched my head over to him. "Let me see it." He said, gesturing his hand. I gave him a rather confused expression, seeking answers, and he snapped with a roll of the eyes. "Your knife..lemme see it."
My eyes returned to my precious leatherman..I was a bit reluctant to hand it over to the clown, but..well..what choice does one have with Joker.
I tugged the pizza slice off of it, gave it a quick wipe against my pantsleeve to clean it, then slowly granted it to the villain. "No steal."
He sniffed a laugh at the notion he would even have need of my tiny knife, but still examined it with admiration, rotating it in every direction. Knives are as precious to him as my guns are to me. In his eyes, they are quite beautiful. "Huh..cute." "I know..it's a bit dull."
I sagged at the sad thought of my knife being cute and not deadly.
"I've been meaning to sharpen it, I just don't have a proper stone."
He cut his eyes at me. "Naw, that's a good sign. Shows you use it."
I perked. "Huh..true."
"In fact, I'm impressed."
AWW! Joker was impressed with me!
"You got anymore?" "Tons. Back home, at least."
"Hm..I need to take you shopping, then." "Oh? I'd be honored."
"By what?" "Being escorted by the best." I swear, beyond that makeup, he blushed.
He handed it back to me.
"To be honest, we really do need to do more weapon and wardrobe shopping. I strive to reach Sarah Connor and Lara Croft level in my artillery and swag department. I'm pathetically lacking in my low budget assembly." "I think you look ravishing."
"Shush, pot o'gold." I hissed at Jim, despite feeling quite flattered at his comment..as was the usual case. "So then, it's no longer a mystery where you developed your all black heavy-duty gun-ho style from." I sighed, dreamily. "Years of positive character growth, my dear Master."
"Teenage role models of your's?" Master snarked.
"Correction; childhood role models. I'll have you know most of the fandoms I'm in I've been in since I was but a mere babe." Joker flashed his eyes at me, "Dear God, you watched Terminator as a child?!" "Excuse you, I've been watching R rated films since like..ever."
"Good gracious." "Oh calm down, it's really no major event. I closed my eyes at the obscene parts and listened obediently when my parents marked the bad words with 'bad word'."
"Hm..good parenting." "Horrible parenting." "Well I think I turned out alright."
I laugh, audience, I laugh.
"You really are a strange one, Demens." "You just now noticed this?" "No, just stating the obvious."
"Good." "No wonder you're so screwed up."
I only laugh again. 'Twas not a lie.
"Don't offend my wife." "Make me." "Jim, we are not-" "You're married?" "-Married."
"Indeed, we are." "That's surprising!" "Listen to not a word he says, he suffers from dementia."
"How long have you been married?" "A good 13 years.." "Oh dear god.."
"Show me this marriage certificate you inadvertently claim to exist."
Jim turned his head, "It burned in the fire." "Convenient. Which fire?"
"The fire of '98." "Ah..I was 3 in '98."
"If you liked it, then you should've put a ring on it." Joker laughed.
"Lord have mercy." "I know I don't say it enough, but I really do despise you all."
"We love you, too, Saxon." "I hate you." "You, too, have nice eyes."
"Someone shoot me in the head, please."
"You know, I'm almost tempted to keep them here as nightly entertainment, Mr. Osborn.." Felicia said with a smile. Harry even smirked. "Oh wow, this is incredible."
He glanced over at her. "What is?"
Felicia perked. "Those two that visited today? I haven't been able to find them in any database. Not one trace of them online. I can't find a facial recognition through the images from the security cameras. It's as if they're ghosts." "You mean you've been looking all that up in the meantime?"
Felicia nodded. I glared at Harry, smirking. "She's a rather dedicated one, huh Harry?"
He said nothing, obviously not detecting I was sHIPPING THEM SO HARD.
Felicia shook her head, confused. "Are they from overseas? How can they not be in the system at all?" "Maybe they're international criminals?" Max suggested. I looked at him, "Yes."
"So you know who they are?"
ugh, oops.
I sagged. "Uh..well..uh..yes.." "Who are they?!"
My eyes sheepishly fell to my Pepsi and I quickly took a drink.
"......international criminals."
More like interdimensional criminals, but who's counting.
"No, you know something, please tell us." "gah blah mope dope glurgy spit spuh"
How I fumbled so, secrets secrets secrets
"CLARKY!!!!!" I screeched hoarsely.
Yes I panicked, yes I screamed, no Clarky did not come, yes I screamed for him again, this time my voice going even more hoarse. "CLARKY!!!!!!!!"
. . . but Clarky still did not come. I blinked.
"....................CLARKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
. . . . Still no Clarky.
I glanced at the others, "...Alert the authorities, Clarky is dead."
"That's weird.." Harry muttered, sitting up.
"I should think so." I muttered back.
"He doesn't get off until 10.." "And just around the corner, you will find his corpse."
"I'm sure things are fine, he might've just went downstairs."
"Mmhm.." "Or he's dead." Harry glanced over at the others, obviously unsettled by the circumstance. He went to grab the phone. "I'll call him."
"Won't be an answer." "Cuz he's dead." "Oh my god, stop."
Harry dialed the number and put the phone to his ear.
The boys and I all exchanged uneasy glances.
Harry looked slightly worried as the call went to voicemail.
"..Ben..Ben, you there?" "His name is Ben?" Jim whispered, leaning over. I shook my head, leaning back, "It's a ruse, pay no attention, Clarky will always be Clarky." "Ben, pick up."
Silence...oh dear...
"Ben???"
He then hung up and went for the speaker and pressed down the button. He leaned over and was about to speak, when I opened my mouth instead and talked over him, "Clarky, you're fired."
He let go and shot me a glare, shaking his head. I shrugged with a devious smirk.
In all seriousness, I was getting rather unnerved by the situation..my heart began to quicken in beats and my fingers itched closer to my holster..something was most definitely not right.
Everyone in the room took notice.
"What's going on, Mr. Osborn??" Max questioned, with a hint of concern.
Gwen's face teemed with the same concern, as did Felicia's.
We all were glaring over at Harry, who stared down at his phone and speaker, in an increasingly worried fashion. I started to stand up slowly, readying myself for whatever was about to go down.
When what did happen next just about practically gave all of us sixteen simultaneous heart attacks, and I spun on my heels with both guns pointed at the doorway, yelping like a psycho.
Alarms.
Alarms that blared from every direction and were so loud, I am now writing this to you a deafened individual. The party lights changed from neon colors to a flashing white, red and green.
The atmosphere became strangled by sheer bloody panic.
We all were up and alert, looking around frantically.
"What's happening?!" Gwen screamed over the noise.
"Alarms are going off!" Max shouted back.
"No way, really?!" "Gwen, be nice!"
I ran over to the cameras to inspect the scene, the boys following right along like devoted puppies.
My jaw dropped.
Everyone in the building was being barked at by Osborn security for all the employees and guests to vacate the premises. In other words, they were being evacuated.
I briefly looked back at Harry, "Harold, they're evacuating the building."
"What?" "I know, major exaggeration." "What the *beep* is going on?!"
He threw his hands up, "Why?!"
I looked at the other monitors, watching people flee hurriedly, with security in tow, all of them pouring out through the doors. But uh...one problem...no one had come for Harry.
I tightened my jaw.
"..It's a trap."
Harry cut his eyes at me.
"And you think that, why?" Gwen questioned behind us.
My eyes flickered to one monitor that revealed what was happening just outside Harry's office.
I once again drew out my guns, pointing them low infront of me.
Armed assailants were approaching from the hall.
"..That's why."
Everyone flashed their eyes at the same monitor I was gazing at and a few gasped..
Max screamed, comically.
I rushed to the doors and positioned myself to the side of them, nudging my head for the boys to follow, then gesturing at Harry. "Harry, everyone, get away from the windows! All o' you get in the middle of the room and get down!"
Harry, Felicia, Gwen and Max all did as I had commanded. The boys also did as I said and rushed to my side. "Alright, here's the plan.." I whispered as I peeked over at the monitors, seeing that with now an empty building, armed assailants were expanding from out of absolutely nowhere from down below, and were advancing for upstairs, to us.
I looked back at the others, "...We're gonna go out and take care of these guys."
"Pardon?" Master snapped. "Do you see how many are out there?!"
"Oh pish posh, we've tackled against hordes of orcs and pirates, this'll be a fun walk in the park! Besides, don't want your fighting skills getting rusty, old man."
He growled.
I cut my eyes at both Bane and J. "Bane, Joker..you, me and Master are heading out. Jim, you stay here and stand guard at the entrance. Anyone comes even a FRACTION of a foot away, that ain't us? Shoot 'em." "...got ya." Jim accordingly slipped in a mag into his gun.
"What if they reach up here?" Max suggested.
I smirked over at the hiding bunch. "...they won't get the chance."
Jim then hurried in position, while all the boys went on either side, Master and J on one, Bane choosing to stand next to me. Everyone readied their weapons.
Truth be told, we weren't sure just how well equipped these buffoons were..but hey..it's us.
We're pretty vicious. I puffed up in preparation, holding my head back as I held up my guns.
"..1.."
They took a deep breath.
"..2.."
They looked at me. I looked to the doors.
"....3!!!"
Bane at once kicked the door down in not even a second and we four charged out, dodging any surprise attacks from the approaching foes. To be fair, they were all taken by surprise, no doubt not expecting at all that the likes of us would even be there. They were left stunned by the sight of us, and I couldn't be more pleased.
Master and J separated from us as I shot at the first two ahead, whom were all clothed in black, sporting nightvision-like goggles, bullet proof vests and had big freaking guns, with black masks covering the rest of their face..they might have been wearing them vests for their centers, but not everything else. Because of this, I shot for the exposed parts and knocked them back, where my boy Bane reeled in and delivered powerful blows to their heads that knocked them down to the floor; he grabbed a third by the hair and slammed them against his knee, knocking him unconscious. The boys to the right took their boys out by J knifing and hitting his opponents, and Master blasting them with his electrical energy, shooting them several yards away.
Me and Bane covered the other way, me shooting at any exposed parts of the foes, with Bane hurling the incoming dudes over the edge of the walkway which sent them tumbling down as we went, taking the long way to downstairs, as the elevator was not being used by the alerted assailants. Here, we slid down, punching and kicking those that we disarmed, Bane tossing them around like ragdolls with inhuman force. Two tried to grab either side of me; but I immediately elbowed one in the face, disorienting him, briefly turning and kicking the one infront of me so hard , he staggered back, before turning back to the other, taking his head, grabbing him by the face, and pulled him, slamming him hard against a wall. I instantly kicked in his back upon him falling to the floor. I then leapt off his said back and grasshopper kicked my way right into the other's chest, which sent him hurdling even further, throwing down quite a few of his comrades as if they were bowling pins.
Master and J finally reached the bottom floor with us and were being absolutely brutal to their opponents. We all brawled fiercely in the flashing, partially darkened, smoky room, the alarms obnoxiously blaring in our ears. The boys and myself were utterly vicious, showing these cads absolute no mercy. The last thing I, for one, wanted was for them to reach the top floor and prey upon the others. Jim was able to take out maybe one or two at a time, but not a mass amount.
Therefore, letting any of these idiots pass our defense was simply not an option.
None of these men were to come out on top.
They had guts and determination, though, as they kept coming at us, which was a good thing, since they were focusing their attention on us and not getting upstairs. Despite their defeat, they got back up and struggled to come at us once more. Resilient, but really. One look at us, and you'll know we're just as vigorous. We were too powerful, the four of us. J was slicing target to target, savagely bringing them down and wounding them to the point of them crying out and screaming, while the ones that Master took on were suffering harshly upon the impact of his energy and were left convulsing on the floor. J slashed at vital areas, so it was pretty messy. While Master was just freaking roasting these guys. He hurled them into various pieces of furniture and equipment , which were all no doubt expensive, mind you.
I couldn't help but check back on the others, stealing glances every chance I got, all four now completely scattered from me. These dudes were being tossed like horseshoes, but they were still equipped with decent firepower. My boys did not come assembled with body armor, therefore one shot would be enough to take them out. And, well, that would suck.
To put it simply.
My attention turned back on my opponents just in time to dodge their swinging attacks, four of them coming at me at once, which I swerved around each of them and avoided injuries by some sheer miracle as they shot at me and slashed with their suddenly appearing knives.
I countered them as best as I could, grabbing their knife wielding wrists and flicking them until their weapons flung across the floor, another tactic I learned from my father.
A few times, the men managed to land a punch, either on my back or arm or leg, or in my face. I was disoriented, but only briefly..after all, this wasn't my first violent dance with fiends. I had been injured and beaten a few times and took on a few hits, even my leg being crushed right before me. A punch to the face, sadly for them, just wasn't as effected as it could have been prior to my venturing. Then again..I've always been pretty resilient when it comes to taking a hit. Due to me taking these hits, I quickly recovered and landed counterattacks, shooting their legs and whamming them in the face that knocked two unconscious, where I then took out the others by twisting one's arm, locking him in place, then shooting the other several times which brought him down as he was stunned by all the bullets to his chest. I turned back to the one I had a lock on and twisted his arm even further until I heard a swift snap that made him shout, where I finally ran forward and let go, hurling him away into a roll on the floor, dizzying him. And I at last came up to the two and hit them as hard as possible in the face.
They went out like light bulbs.
Others almost immediately came, not getting that we were too much for them.
Or maybe they were just coming cuz they knew we were and it was an all-out assault to attempt to save their own lives. Also maybe for wounded pride.
I drove these coming fiends towards the center of the room, trying to deter them away from the stairs and elevators as much as possible to focus solely on me. I took out as many of them as possible, but I was running low on bullets and adrenaline, despite the fight only lasting maybe 5 to 10 minutes, feeling as if it was lasting 3 hours. Even though I was being pretty effective in my fighting, the lack of light was preventing me from seeing exactly what I was doing. I was most likely being a lot more gruesome and savage than I realized, as my body went into panic mode to attack what was coming out of the darkness. Glass was meanwhile being shattered everywhere from where the boys were brawling, the crooks shooting in every direction. The flashing was really annoying, lemme tell ya that, as I truly noticed it backing towards the center and watching the fiends around me. I frequently had to throw my hand up to cover my face as stuff kept shooting from nowhere, and for some reason, there was an intense heat that was slowly suffocating me.
I checked back on the boys to ensure their safety and took note of how close they had gotten, battling their foes. They were now attacking the very same ones coming after me, to which I now assisted in. I drew out my guns once more after sliding in new mags, and zoomed horizontally, shooting all the ones in line with my barrel, and successfully managed to get quite a few taken down. I went for the boys' direction and they ducked in time to avoid my wave of bullets that took down more fiends. Once it was safe, they arose to finish off the crooks.
The body count was horrendous and surprising and these guys seemed as if they were spawning from a videogame, there were so many. My attention drew back to the other fiends who were now surrounding me and I backed up..only right into the boys, who had done the exact same thing as me. We were now in a tiny circle, back to back, and staring all around at the approaching foes who were now out of bullets themselves. They were quickly surrounding all four of us. I held still, glancing over at the others, all of us out of breath and withholding battle stances, me with my guns, Joker with his knife, Master rubbing his hands to create electrical friction, and Bane puffing his chest out with his fists curled, looking as if he were about to take off like a steaming bull. But upon staring at the remaining assailants, I realized there was a good reason why they were surrounding us, because they were just that..remaining.
They were all that was left.
The boys saw this, too, and we all at once glanced at one another, getting the same idea.
This made me look back and smile sadistically, licking my lips as my eyes trailed all along at the meager handful of idiots left standing. This made a few that I crossed sights with jerk their heads and turn to their comrades with some slight fidgeting in the process.
It was clear now that they were realizing just how psycho the four of us really were..
and that coming here truly was a mistake.
I gave the boys one last glance before we all turned our focus back on the foes and we each tightened up our breath and then...we jumped back in.
Bane charged in and grabbed two simultaneously by the throats, throwing them against the floor in a mighty glandslam, as Joker went into an intense hand to hand knife-fight with one, slicing at the air unsuccessfully, but only at first, soon landing some pretty impressive kicks on the jerk that sent him flipping back, tumbling and rolling right over a desk that's glass frame had been shattered, and in one swift motion, J hopped upon it and slid across it moving perfectly, to end up at the end, where the fiend got up and tried to recover, only for J to immediately grab the dude by the hair and finish him effectively. Master landed some intense blows to the chests of his opponents and as he came in to punch one in the gut, he only wound up sending out a huge powerful charge of energy that hit the guy point blank and shot him like a rocket instantly across the room right into direct contact with a wall. Master in the same movement immediately swerved to the other two around him and blasted them awesomely to kingdom come like a total boss. The boys had seemingly finished, while I, out of bullets myself, was still busy trying to take out one dude in particular who refused to go down.
And it infuriated me.
It looked as if I was lacking in my fighting skills and was struggling to end just one guy and I'll be honest, it was embarrassing to have this happen infront of the boys. So I was pretty vigorous in my coming at the guy, who remained still pretty freaking excruciatingly stubborn.
But in one second, in my swinging punch towards his face, he seized the opportunity to come right around and snatch me by the throat, causing me to lose the ability to breathe, and he mercilessly charged me right forward into a wall, slamming me with very painful force that made me cringe intensely. The boys, especially Bane, hurriedly edged closer as a gesture to help and were most definitely about to, due to the guy squeezing the living daylights out've me by the throat, causing my whole body to tense and made me forcefully cough to attempt to breathe through his ridiculous strength. My vision blurred and I was close to losing full consciousness because of this..however, I had come very far, and had already survived a violent confrontation with one annoyingly indestructible bully of an assassin..this dude was a measly shrimp whom I really wasn't in the mood to lose to. That and we all know how unbearably stubborn I am. Because of this, I used what focus I had left to reach and claw with my free hand for something beside me to use as a quick weapon, apart from the hand that I used to stage me trying to break free. And with my free hand, I tracked down something grabbable...and when I realized just what it was, I seized my own opportunity. I then swung the thick metal pipe I now wielded and WHAM!
Hit him right in the side of the skull.
This made him immediately cry out in pain and let go long enough for me to break my hand free and snatch the exposed cords my eyes had drifted to, that sparked upon my touch, which I instantly crammed into the side of his neck with all the rage and strength I could muster, and he went absolutely nuts. I once again took the metal object and repeatedly delivered hard violent blows to his head with such ferocity, I'm pretty sure he went brain dead whilst still standing.
I finally seized and let out a breath, blowing a pesky portion of my hair away as I stood infront of the man who was now on his knees before me, where he belonged.
He struggled to function and fight back, but was unable to move.
The boys gave me glances that suggested actual genuine surprise over my aggressive nature and ease of turning the tables, and I could hear Joker mutter a quieted,
"Wow..remind me never to tick her off..."
..heh...heh heh....heh heh heh.. >:)
Looking back at the last standing crook, I tightened my grip around my object and my breath, and with one more final swing, I whacked him right across the face and he instantly fell backwards. The fiend was out, just like that. With that, I dropped my improvised weapon, dusted myself off, and strolled forward.
~ ~ ~
The four of us left our trail of bodies and hurried back upstairs to Harry's office, which had been locked back up. Upon trying for the knob which was indeed locked, I knocked hurriedly--only for a bullet to fly right past my ear from behind the door and the boys dodged out of the way despite already being clear of getting hit. I shot my head back, curling my fists angrily.
"JIM, YOU IDIOT, IT'S ME."
With that, the door was opened and we four charged right through. We were just a tad banged up, sporting some cuts and bruises and were a little drained from the intensity of the fight, but it was nothing too severe as the battle was after all a relatively short one.
I looked to Jim, who stood next to the doors, gun in hand, and smacked him swiftly across the head as punishment for almost shooting me, but didn't prolong the matter.
"Everyone alright?"
My eyes returned to the Spidey gang.
Dear old Max still had a smile on his face, despite his obvious fear.
"Pretty sure I had four heart attacks, but other than that, I'm right as rain!"
Gwen got up, fixing her clothes which were a tad messed up from laying on the floor, and Harry and Felicia crawled and helped eachother up.
Max remained on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling.
"Who were they??" Harry questioned, gaining back his wits.
"Morons who thought they could cross us and make it out alive." Joker gloated.
I rolled my eyes, "They were assassins."
"Assassins?! After who?!"
"After you." I pointed right at Harry and he jerked his head back.
"Why else would they target your office, where they know for sure you would be?"
He looked away, trying to process this.
"But never mind that.." I quickly moved to the side, "We gotta go. It's not safe. More might come." "You don't have to tell ME twice!" Max spoke before springing up and hurrying over to the boys. Gwen followed in tow, along with Felicia, who kept glancing over at Harry.
Harry lagged, looking at his office like something was wrong. We didn't have time for it, though, so I bolted forward and snatched his arm to drag him along. "We'll come back here later, we just gotta get out NOW." I tossed him over to the boys who grabbed him, nodded, and escorted him and the others out the door. Upon my eyes returning to the room, I ran and grabbed a slice of pizza and a Pepsi bottle, because.....because....don't judge me.
Jim waited for me until I was ready and we both went out the door together, him in immediate tow. I was expecting the others to flip over the battle scene...however, upon exiting, I realized something was....missing. This was especially evident when we reached closer to downstairs, where we all froze and looked down. My mouth fell.
All the bodies were gone. I checked behind me and sure enough, there wasn't a trace.
I looked back and saw that in place of the sea of dispatched assassins was a handful of authorities who were in the process of questioning Oscorp employees.
Within a few moments, everything was cleaned up and the cops were there, investigating the scene??? This was not right. Not right at freaking all.
That's when I noticed that chief among the questioned employees was none other than Menken, one of Harry's lead executives..whom I knew right off the bat not to trust.
In the film, he had stabbed Harry in the back, framing him for performing experiments on those such as Max and trying to cover it up, which he then used to kick him out and take over Oscorp.
My gaze zoomed in on him as he spoke with an officer and I felt as if I could run and strangle him for what he did... for now, the smug and secretive wretch looked panicked and flustered.
Like a complete wuss. I'd kill 'im later.
In the meantime, my gaze returned to the crime scene, my mind unable to compute, and I instantly felt nauseous. "...Did I just imagine that battle.." "..nope.." "...Did we just.." "..yep.."
"................." I immediately took a swig of Pepsi. In that second, I at once pushed forward and rushed down the stairs, directly towards the authorities. The others ran after me and tried to stop me, just as the officers and employees took notice of me. But still, I charged in, not caring if the officers shot me or not, as a few did indeed instinctively reach for their guns at the sight of an unaccounted for group of individuals.
"What happened?" I exclaimed. They did not answer me.
I threw my arms up, "ARE YOU DEAF?! What happened?! Where are they?!"
"Who is this?" One officer questioned Menken.
"Hey, I ask the questions here, bub!"
In that moment, Harry grabbed my shoulder and let out a hand to gesture at the police.
"It's okay, I'm Harry Osborn, these people were my guests and protected me."
The police eased. I didn't care.
"What'd you do with them?" Yet again, I had no answer.
Harry tried next as I tossed my hands in the air in frustration, turning away.
"What happened, there was just a group of men here?"
"Group of men?" Shot Menken.
My eyes darkly snapped at him, as I rolled my tongue along the inside of my cheek.
He chuckled, obnoxiously. "Harry, you must be seeing things. There was a problem below, caused a few small explosions. Occupational hazard. We are at Oscorp, after all."
Funny how he suddenly seemed so calm. Ya know..since he was lying and all.
"Occupational hazard, indeed." I recited, suspiciously.
His eyes cut to me, "Who are you again?? I didn't get a name, Miss..."
"Oh, no need for that. I'm sure you already dug up one."
I glanced over at his lead crony standing a ways away. Menken's eyes squinted at me.
Harry, I noticed, looked perplexed.
"Well..." I said, looking back at Osborn and the others.
I gazed back at Menken, "I should lead everyone out..it's not safe here in this..accident-prone building." I defensively snatched Harry by the arm and led him forward, staring down Menken with all the intensity I could. The others followed right behind, all of us making our way past the cops and exiting the building without incident. Cop cars were all around, helicopter lights looming from above, piercing through the nighttime darkness.
We walked a good distance away from Oscorp, minding our surroundings in case another secret attack ensued. But for now, we seemed to be in the clear. Once I detected it was safe enough, I began talking again. "Gwen, take Max and go some place safe. Harry and Felicia are coming with us, to our..ship." "..Wait, ship?" I ignored him. "I wanna distance these two as much as possible. So please...don't attract any attention. Stay as far away from us for as long as you can."
Gwen nodded with a faint smile and took Max by the arm.
"Goodnight, Miss Demens!" Max called as they left.
"Night, Max..be safe." I waved until they were a far enough distance, before turning back to Harry and Felicia. "Something ain't right, Harry."
"I know.." He replied. "I felt it..that guy before, he must have done this. That building..it was full of bodies. There was no way it would be cleaned up like that so fast.."
"While I agree it was cleaned up too fast and I can't really explain why...I will say that this mess wasn't Loki's style." "..What are you saying??" "..Menken...he's hiding something..you must have noticed." Harry swallowed. "....I did." "I did, too." Felicia agreed. "He was covering something up. But that would only mean...." Our eyes met, knowing the truth and we all spoke it at once...
"It was done from the inside."
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