Monday, July 23, 2012

Incursion Part 2

Incursion Part 2

Deadpool leisurely strode down the abandoned street. Like a bored child, he kicked an empty soda can further down the street. Then he noticed an issue of the Gotham City Press on a nearby bench. He picked it up and stared at the man on the front page news. “Joker . . .kills three in Arkham Escape.” He whispered, as he read the article.

“Yeah, that’s the Joker.” Grifter sighed, “He’s one of the main villains around here.”

“He’s got white face paint on.” The mercenary tapped the paper, “Is he a mime?”

Grifter sighed. “What does it matter?”

“It matters because he’s a villain and a mime.” Deadpool said in strange seriousness, “That’s TWO reasons why I should kill him right there.”

“Can’t. Batman doesn’t believe in death being the best solution.”

“Sounds like this Batman has never been at War before.” Punisher commented.

“Well . . . .” Grifter took another glance around the wrecked streets of Gotham, “He is now.”

Wolverine then tilted his head. He began to sniff heavily. Elektra was already familiar with his super senses. “Do you smell something, Logan?” she asked.

“Maybe. Follow me.” He then said as he darted down an alley.

The small group kept in close formation as they followed the mutant. He kept his head up as he ran and continue to track the smell. If he smelled it in the air, then the scent was airborne. Punisher kept his weapons ready as he had no idea what they were running into. Grifter stayed behind; covering the rear. Deadpool followed the group but all he could think about was how badly he wanted a taco. Wolverine darted past a destroyed dumpster and came into an an open area. He blinked with amazement as he detected the correct scene. “ROGUE!” he gasped.

The southern belle mutant was flying around a nearby firehouse; striking at parademons left and right. She screamed as one flew toward her and then her punch caused it to fly back; landing hard on a parked van. Punisher then blinked when he saw Spiderman. The webbing hero had three monsters in a web net and was spinning them around. He then threw them off. The creatures howled as they landed into nearby grassy park area. Wolverine knew his friend must have followed Spiderman through the portal. He then noticed two newcomers with them. A man with a dark cowl and cape was fending off the parademons best he could. The woman by his side was clad in leather and she was keeping the demon soldiers at pay with her whip. “Who are those people with your friends?” Elektra asked.

“That’s Batman and Catwoman.” Grifter made sure his pistols were loaded.

“Batman?” Deadpool raised one eyebrow, “Kinda bland name, ain’t it?”

“WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT HIS NAME?” Punisher then opened fire, “THEY NEED OUR HELP!!!”

Punisher immediately jumped on a nearby car top as he kept firing. The parademons screamed as the bullets struck various arms and legs of their party. The vigilante knew he had got the job done. He was drawing them away from Spiderman’s group. The moment they started to swoop down, everybody joined in the fray. Grifter stood his ground; firing his strangely shaped pistols. His deadly accuracy caused him to dive out of the way of plummeting parademons he had taken out with headshots. He grunted as their lifeless bodies destroyed the car he was using for cover.

Elektra jumped up, flipped and sliced open the nearest flying monster. One parademon managed to grab her but she quickly slammed both her sai into his eyes. The monster howled as he dropped her back to the ground. The female ninja rolled with the impact and landed on her feet. Wolverine yelled as he jumped onto the creature that was coming behind her. He screamed violently as he rammed his claws into the beast’s lungs. Deadpool was firing wildly with the Uzi. Punisher yelped as a windshield exploded near his feet. “DEADPOOL, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” he screamed.

“I can’t control this thing!” he cocked the breech on the weapon, “How did Arnold hold it with one hand like that?”

Punisher was flabbergasted this man was that psycho. Grifter ran up beside him, continuing to fire his pistols. “USE BOTH HANDS, BRO!” he stated as he ran past him.

“What, really?” Deadpool then aimed the Uzi with both hands, “OH YEAH, WOW! THIS IS MUCH BETTER!!”

Deadpool fired the weapon and laughed as he took out three more parademons. Then his weapons fed off a massive series of clicks. “Hey!” he quickly unhinged the clip, “I’m out already??”

A parademon swooped down and slapped him hard in the head. Deadpool fell forward quickly; smashing into a car door. He tried to get up but the monster slammed into him again. The insane mercenary then pulled out his katanna and sliced the creature at the leg. He then twirled it and stabbed it hard in the gut. Deadpool huffed for a moment then stared at the Uzi in one hand and back to the sword in the other. He then threw the automatic weapon into a nearby paint truck. “Screw it.” He grunted, “I’ll just commence with the choppy-choppy.”

Batman held two batarangs; one in each hand. Every time a parademon came near him, he attacked their knees and nerve joints. Thanks to his time in the Justice League, he knew exactly where to hit them. He didn’t know who the new people were but he automatically didn’t like them. The use of guns was like nails on a chalkboard to him. Catwoman then came out of nowhere and slam both of her boots into a parademon that nearly had the caped crusader. “Batman, wake up!” she screamed.

He then threw a series of flash bombs; blinding a nearby horde. The creatures finally began to retreat. Most parademons fought because they were ordered to. They feared the wrath of their master more than most. The remaining knew they had to find more of their brethren to defeat the wild and dangerous earth men. Spiderman watched the creatures fly off. He took a massive breath and leaned on a nearby car for a moment. He coughed and then sat down. He could feel the sweat sticking his mask to his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he fought this long and this difficult. Wolverine looked at the young man and smirked. “Good job, wall crawler.” He commented.

“Thanks, can I have a Snapple?” he coughed.

“I hear ya, Spidey.” Deadpool sat down next to him, “I could really use a taco.”

“I was joking, Deadpool.” He grunted from exhaustion.

The psycho super hero looked at him genuinely confused. “Why would you . . . .or anybody for that matter JOKE about Snapple?” he asked.

“Great . . . . . being with you at the end of the world is going to make my jokes seemed pretty childish.”

“LOGAN!!” Rogue cried to her friend as she swooped down.

Wolverine opened his arms as she collapsed into them from the sky. Long had they practiced their affection without ever touching skin. The two parted from their reunion. Wolverine looked up at her and could tell she had been fighting awhile. Her perfume was mixed with massive amounts of sweat. Her hands were bloodied. Her soft southern face had bruises and caked blood around her right eyebrow. “What happened?” her friend finally whispered.

“A bunch of those things . . . . . took some civilians and some of the kids.” She coughed, “Me, Rachel, Bobby, Kitty . . . . we all swooped in after them but the fighting got two intense. Logan . . . . I got swarmed and trapped under rubble . . . .I lost our friends, Logan.”

“Shhhh, easy darlin,” he held her by her arms, “That wasn’t your fault.”

“If it was wasn’t for Spiderman, I wouldn’t have been able to crawl out.”

“You’re welcome!” the masked superhero said, still from his exhausted seating position.

“As we kept fighting, we stumbled onto these two defending this firehouse.”

“Wait, why?” Elektra then commented, “Why would they defend this place?”

“There are over 30 civilians in the basement.” Wolverine then stood down.

The ninja assassin was about to ask how he knew that but then she remembered his super-hearing. He could probably hear their heartbeats. The mutant then twitched his head toward their new companions. Grifter had called them Batman and Catwoman. Thanks to his hearing, he could tell the caped crusader wasn’t exactly happy with their arrival. “Would you stop it?” the leather glad woman pulled him close in a whisper.

“I don’t like guns.” Batman whispered to her.

“I know that but you can’t afford to be choosey right now.” Catwoman whispered back, “We barely held our own against those things. Like it or not, we NEED them.”

“I need the Justice League. I don’t need a group of armed thugs.”

“Then where are they?” Wolverine then turned to him and started to approach him, “Where is your Justice League? I’m guessing they are off fighting these parademons or whatever the hell are they in other parts of your world . . . .probably mine too, I’m guessing.”

Batman stared at him. He was a good twenty feet from him and they were whispering. Being around Superman taught the detective enough to recognize certain powers when they appeared. “Super hearing” Batman whispered, “Duly noted.”

“Look, Batman . . . .I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot with you. You don’t have to like us but we’re in the same boat . . . .and this is War. People are going to die, people HAVE died . . . .there is no way around that. We need to work together to save as many lives as possible.”

“Batman, trust them!” Spiderman stood up, “I know you don’t like their methods, neither do I. But I do know this . . . .these people will die before any innocents are murdered.”

Batman looked them over. He saw that Spiderman and Rogue didn’t kill any parademons. The others looked like a mixture of psychos, and assassins. However, Wolverine’s words rang through his head; this was war. If they didn’t fight as hard as they could, more people were going to die. The caped crusader had no choice but to trust them until his other friends showed up. “All right,” Batman sighed, “We’re going to go check on the civilians. I need all of you to watch our perimeter and I’ll come back up to discuss our plan of attack later.”

“Provided we survive it.” Deadpool sighed.

“You got it.” Wolverine then turned to the soldier vigilante, “Punisher, you got any explosives?”

“I got some grenades and this RPG.” He tapped the device in the massive satchel on his back.

“Then in that case, you want to take the roof? You’d probably be able to hit these things faster than we could on the ground.”

“Agreed. I’m on it.” He started to proceed to the stairway.

“I’ll keep him company.” Elektra said as she followed him.

“Yeah, I know what they are really going to do.” Deadpool started to make kissing noises.

Wolverine then promptly slapped him upside the head like an unruly child.

“OW!” the merc grunted, “You got an adamantium hand, remember?”

“Everybody head to that office in the front.” The mutant pointed, “Let’s gather our strength before the next onslaught happens.”


The group of heroes huddled in the front office of the fire station. Wolverine was sitting at the main officer’s desk. He studied the desk; seeing that the poor police chief was a loving father of three. The mutant had no idea if the man was still alive. He could tell by the scent of his coffee it had been nearly 18 hours since he touched it. The loss of life was always hard to bear but Wolverine did his best to muster on. Rogue sat on a nearby plastic chair with her head propped up against the wall. She had her eyes closed; resting best as she could. Spiderman, Deadpool and Grifter were making use of the vending machine in the office. The wall crawler hung off the wall while he sipped on a Gatorade. Grifter propped his feet up on a chair with his mask tilted the side; allowing him to enjoy a cigarette. Deadpool kept looking out the main window. He had his mask tilted up above his nose; drinking a grape soda and eating a Snickers bar. He took one more bite of the candy and looked it as he chewed it. “Man, this is funny.” He commented.

“What is, Deadpool?” Spiderman asked, continuing to rehydrate.

“Their Snickers bar. It tastes JUST LIKE ours.”

“I guess some things are universal across Alternate Worlds.” The wall crawler slightly chuckled.

“Man, I can’t wait to have a taco now.” Deadpool commented.

“You still want a taco, bro?” Grifter chuckled.

“Nope. Don’t want a taco anymore, that’s childish . . . . .now, I NEED it.” He sipped his grape soda.

Wolverine rolled his eyes again. If Deadpool wasn’t so effect at being a killer or hero when he needed him to, he would have sent him packing long ago. Rogue still had her eyes closed but she slowly smiled. The mutant Canadian wondered if she was smiling over Deadpool being funny or the fact that he annoyed him. Spiderman then looked downward into the door. The ones called Batman and Catwoman then came into the office. “How is everybody?” Spiderman asked.

“Scared but so far, okay.” The caped crusader sighed, “How is everybody in here?”

“Recovering.” Wolverine commented.

“Starving.” Deadpool said as he finished his grape soda.

“Ignore Deadpool, Batman . . . .we do.” Said the wall crawler.

“Batman, what’s the plan?” the mutant then said, returning the conversation to helping the civilians.

“We found a sewer entrance down below.” The detective said.

“We figured we can start funneling them down there.” Catwoman said, “But we don’t know where it leads.”

“So, I’m activating this sonic device.” Batman pulled out a small yellow stick from his belt and twisted it, “Only my friend can hear it.”

“Really? I can’t hear it.” Wolverine then stated.

“Like I said, you have super hearing but his operates on a whole other frequency.”

“So getting your friend here will do . . . .what exactly?” Spiderman asked.

“He’s talking about Superman.” Grifter then pointed in, “He’ll be able to fly ahead, not to mention offer air support more effectively than any of us.”

“Rogue can fly.” The young hero pointed out.

“We need at least two flyers to pull this off. I don’t know Rogue’s capabilities. I know Superman can fly super-fast. He can scout ahead and be back in time to help us.”

“OH, uh . . . .I guess that’s . . . .probably why . . .they call him Superman.” Spiderman finished his sports drink.

“Is that him?” Wolverine tilted his head.

“Excuse me?” Batman blinked.

“OH, man!” Deadpool laughed as he stared out the window, “Man, this world is hilarious!”

“I’m hearing heavy foot-falls.” The mutant stood up.

“Hey, Grifter.” The crazed hero waved to him.

“Huh?” he turned, finally hearing the heavy stomping foot sounds.

“Check this out. There is some crazy giant Amish Gorilla dressed from Barbarella coming right at us!”

The group screamed as large green gloved hands smashed through the window and grabbed Deadpool. The large being pulled the mercenary out and slammed him hard into a nearby bus. Wolverine immediately jumped to his friend’s rescue. Rogue gasped at the sight of the strange looking man smashing the merc through various cars. Wolverine screamed as he managed to slice the man’s arm. He howled as he backhanded the mutant into a nearby vehicle. He then howled ever further when he shock of hitting his combatant’s adamantium skeleton. The giant being then pulled out a yellow club and pointed it at Wolverine. A burst of energy shot out and caused the car he was leaning on to explode. “LOGAN!!” Rogue screamed.

“That’s not a parademon!” Spiderman stated the obvious.

“No, that’s Kalibak. He’s Darkseid’s son!” Batman grunted, hoping Superman can get there soon.

“What can we do?” Catwoman cried.

“If we don’t get them away from him, he’ll rip them to shreds.”

Outside, Logan fought against the pain. He had third degree burns over 40 percent of his body, not to mention debris shrapnel embedded in his arms and legs. He didn’t know how much longer Deadpool could hold out from the behemoth. The merc grunted as Kalibak picked him up and then put him in a bear hug. The hero gagged from not only his wounds but the behemoth’s breath. Kalibak held him close enough to let his beard drape on his chest. “Oh, God, that’s disgusting.” Deadpool commented.

“Any last words before I break you, maggot?” the Apokolpitan grunted.

“Actually . . . can I say two words?”

“Huh?” Kalibak grunted.

“Butt cheeks.” Deadpool whispered.

“Wha?” the behemoth said, really confused.

“Okay, I got my last word ready.”

“What it is?”


Kalibak screamed as massive explosion bounded his head. The shockwave threw him and Deadpool into a nearby convenience store. Wolverine raised an eyebrow over the carnage. He then looked up and saw the Punisher on the rooftop holding his empty RPG launcher. It wasn’t enough to kill Kalibak but definitely enough to put him down. Whether the vigilante actually knew that or not, didn’t matter.

Deadpool struggled to get up but his ears were still ringing from the explosion. He shook it off and saw Kalibak moaning. His head was buried in a vegetable stand he crushed. The merc then noticed his yellow club sitting on the sidewalk. He then quickly picked it up and began to bash Kalibak in the skull with it. “DIE! DIE!” he screamed as he kept hitting.

“DEADPOOL, STOP!” Batman and the others ran out to him.

“DIE, YOU HORRIBLE THING!!’ Deadpool kept hitting him.

“WILSON, KNOCK IT OFF!!” Wolverine yelled.

Deadpool huffed as he backed off. The club was a little heavier than he realized. As he rested on his knees, Kalibak then moaned again. The merc jumped up and hit him on the back of the head again. “DAMN IT, WADE!” the Canadian yelled.

“His beard moved! I swear!” Deadpool pointed.

“Calm down.” Batman said, “He’s practically invulnerable so all we can do is subdue him.”

“Then we’re lucky Punisher had that RPG.” Spiderman said.

“It’s both bad and good luck.” The detective turned around, “That explosion is bound to bring more parademons-“

Before Batman could finish his sentence, a sonic boom ripped through the air. He looked up to finally see his friend coming over the horizon. As Superman flew in, then Punisher looked at him. He was human and didn’t look anything like combatants. “I think he’s on our side.” Elektra commented.

“C’mon,” the vigilante collected his weaponry, “Let’s get down there.”

Superman landed near some derelict cars. He proceeded to walk over to his friend, surrounded by the group of strangers. Batman looked at him and saw the collection of smut on his costume; not to mention it being cut in several places. The man of steel glanced at his old friend and smirked as he walked up to him. “I knew you wouldn’t be killed.” He told him.

“I appreciate your faith.” The detective replied before glancing at Catwoman, “I had help.”

“Catwoman.” The kryptonian bowed.

“Superman.” She bowed back.

“I don’t recognize everybody here.” He looked to them, “I can only assume you are from the other world.”

“Yeah, but the fight belongs to all of us.” Wolverine answered.

“I met some of your comrades. Thor and Iron Man are with us.” Superman mentioned.

“Then we need to get these civilians out of here, form up and get on the offensive.” Batman said.

“What civilians?” he said before looking down at the ground, “Oh, I see them. Yes, we’ll get them cleared before we-GREAT SCOTT!”

The group then realized he was looking at the unconscious form of Kalibak. “KALIBAK?” he gasped, “Batman . . . .how did you put him down?”

The detective pinched the bridge of his nose. “They, uh . . . . fired an RPG at him.” He admitted.

Superman turned to look at the Punisher. The vigilante simply saluted him. The Kryptonian nodded and sighed. “Oh . . .well, I guess . . ..that would do it.” He admitted.

“Focus, Superman, where the other heroes?”

“Twenty five miles that way.” He pointed behind him, “We’ll get the civilians to safety then-“

Superman’s plan was interrupted by a thunderous boom. The others were startled by the explosions. Superman looked more cautious and Batman looked disappointed. “What the hell was that?” Wolverine asked.

“A gas explosion somewhere?” Punisher commented.

“Reverb is all wrong.” The detective sighed, “Someone just activated a Boom Tube.”

The group then heard the scrambling of a large group of people. When the saw the alleyway two blocks down from the fire station, they saw a horde of parademons. Superman felt his heart sinking when he saw their leader step out with them. The menacing lord of Apokolips walked out with his hands behind his back. He stopped in the middle of the street; his eyes glowing red. “That . . .my friends . . .is Darkseid.” Batman sighed.

“Great.” Wolverine said sarcastically as he popped his claws.

“Shame I don’t have another RPG.” Punisher said as he loaded up a shotgun with spent uranium rounds.

“Steady yourself, soldier.” The detective sighed, “You may not live through this next battle.”

The Punisher shrugged. “Today is as good a day to die as any.” He commented.

“FACE ME, KRYPTONIAN!!” Darkseid screamed.

“I’m here, Darkseid!” Superman as he walked out to the middle of the street, “But you won’t face just me. These are heroes from the other world you are trying to conquer. You and I have a long history but they might not let your parademons escape.”

“They’ll join you in oblivion when I burn your two worlds out of the universe.” He hissed.

“I reckon that’s the bad guy.” Rogue commented.

“This is it, guys.” Grifter sighed, “Remember the live the next few moments well.”

“So be it.” Elektra flipped her Sais into her hand.

Spiderman’s last thought was of the loved ones and friends he’d leave behind. Wolverine also thought about Jean and hoped he’d see her soon. Rogue thought of Gambit and how she wished she had more time with him. Catwoman slowly pushed her goggles down on her eyes. She wanted to run and she wanted Batman to come with her. However, she knew he’d never leave. If she had to die, she’d prefer to die by his side. Deadpool pulled out his sword then tilted his head. He had stopped thinking about his graving for tacos and a new thought popped into his head as he looked at the being called Darkseid.

“That was got to be the meanest California Raisin I’ve ever seen.” He whispered.


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