Saturday, February 21, 2004

Ultimate Marvel - http://www.digitallymystic.com/sites/fiction/ultmarv/ Avengers #11 - Defy The Gods: Part Three By Mike McGee & Tom Lynch The God of Thunder stood at the windows of the house at the heart of New York City’s Greenwich Village, and grimly regarded the damage done to this place...to the city as a whole. That - while he watched - the conflict that had reduced the streets to warzones continued unabated, chafed at Thor’s pride; his honor. He itched to bring Mjolnir to bear against the Skrull warlords who had dared stain his adopted world with their foul presence. It hardly mattered that he and his friends had been battling the aliens for weeks, all to no avail. Thor lived for war, and this was a fine one. He couldn’t dally much longer. "Hey," came a woman’s meek, scratchy voice. "...Thor?" Slowly, Thor looked over his shoulder, and down. Looking back at him was the much smaller Patsy Walker, known to some as Hellcat. The Thunder God curled his lip. Hellcat didn’t belong among the Avengers. Increasingly, as the war had drawn on, Thor had come to see that few of them did; but Hellcat was easily the weakest. She didn’t have the stomach. "They’re ready," she said. "Doc said to tell you he was sorry. Y’know, that it took so long." Nervous laughter. "Not that I’m complaining! The spells around the Sanctum make this the only safe place in-" "There is no safe place," Thor said, and turned brusquely past her. New X Men #4 - The Midnight Hour Is Close At Hand... (King London Saga Part Two) By Gabriel Diaz Logan looked down the barrel of the Roland’s gun. Both of his knee caps were nothing but debris on the floor, his team around him completely undone by a group of rag tags and a man with a gun. The man, a man self-described as Roland of Gilead, had put together a plan of attack that was almost flawless. Almost. Logan had been in worse situations than this in the past, he could get past this one too. He reached into his jacket pocket, bringing out a crushed pack of cigarettes and a Zippo lighter. Time to calm the nerves, time to slow this assault down, time for a smoke. "So you got me dead bang. I’m not going anywhere for the next," he looked over at the watchtower, "ten minutes while my knees mend themselves. If you’re quick you might be able to talk your way out of having me slice you open." Roland looked over at his new temporary allies and found the truth in their eyes: this man was not lying. He took a deep breath and eased the tension off of the Big Gun’s trigger. He stared at Logan in the eyes. "This world is not right, something has gone wrong and if it is not fixed other worlds will suffer as well. There are other worlds than these, warrior." "Is that so?" Spider-Man #8 - The More Things Change By Jason Kenney "Which way did he go?" I asked, pulling Rachel off my shoulder and looking at her. "The man who did this, which way did he go?" "I... I..." she said, tears running down her face and into cuts on her face. Her clothes were torn in some areas, her skin cut underneath. She was in shock, and understandably so. "He went up." She said. "I'll be right back," I said, pointing up and shooting out webbing, rising to the roofs above. "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" she shouted behind me, but there was nothing I could do. I got to the roof and looked around for something, someone, anything, any sign of whatever had done the murder below. Nothing. "SPIDER-MAN!" I heard shouted from the alley below. Rachel was sobbing, scared, I shouldn't have left her in that state, but I had to look, had to try and find this man. I dropped back down to the alley and she wrapped her arms around me again, still crying. "Shhh... it's okay," I said, "you're okay now." I tried not to look at the dismembered body of Walter Davis that lay strewn in the alley while I tried to comfort Rachel Lowe. The mortality rate for Daily Bugle employees just kept climbing. posted by Jason Kenney Saturday, February 21, 2004 - - Post a Comment Comments: