Marvel Vs. DC

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Oh yeah, I'm fine. These next couple days are just gonna be a bit busy. I'll try to write as much of the next chapter as I can, but I'm not sure when it'll be ready. And I really appreciate the support y'all are giving me. It really means a lot!

We too appreciate the effort made by you to make the two cinematic universes collide!!!

                                    Chapter 6

   LabMax was very proud of their advanced technology. Their sophisticated robots, LabBots, were now serving an honorable purpose by helping the Justice League protect the Earth. Their factories were energy-efficient and environmentally-friendly. The CEO of LabMax, one Harley Simpkins, was an international celebrity for his efforts to promote peace and harmony. When Superman came to Simpkins with a request to help him protect the world, namely by building an army of robots, the CEO agreed to help. At the same time, in the Pacific Ocean, Simpkins ordered an underwater prison to be built, one that could contain international criminals. It was hard work, and the prison was completed just in time to house its first inmates: the Fantastic Four. 

   Mr. Fantastic sat alone in his cell. Each inmate was kept separate from the others, with the exception of Franklin and Valeria Richards, who were allowed to stay together due to their age. Every cell was glass but soundproof; thus each inmate could see the others, but no communication was allowed. A robot came around 2 times each day to deliver meals, and that was it. It was extremely painful for Reed to see his family and friends, but not be able to talk to them. Not only that, but it was also very boring, and the first 2 days passed slowly. The third day, however, brought a surprise. 

   Reed was laying on his cold, hard bed, thinking about Quantum Mechanics. Something caused him to look up, and a shocking sight met his eye. Several guards (LabBots, of course) were carrying more prisoners into the cells. With a chill in his heart, he recognized Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Nebula, Yondu, and Kraglin, every one of them in chains. Wait, where were Star-Lord and Mantis? Surely the Guardians of the Galaxy would be together. Oh no… Gamora was crying. That could only mean one thing. Reed banged on his glass, knowing it would make no noise but hoping that one of the Guardians would notice the motion. Yondu looked up briefly, locked his heartbroken eyes with Reed’s, and looked back down. Yep, it was bad. The Guardians passed by, and nothing more happened.

   Reed was awoken in his sleep by the sound of his glass walls breaking. He could hardly see in the darkness, but he could make out several forms coming into his cell. Instinctively he raised his fists to fight.

   “Don’t worry, it’s just us.” Gamora’s voice said in a whisper. Reed got up and asked, “What’s happening? Is this a breakout?”

   “That’s exactly what it is, boy.” Yondu said. “We’re gonna get out of this place, and avenge my boy Quill!”

   “We’re just gonna get your friends out, and then we’ll make a run for it.” Kraglin told him, and Reed nodded in relief. Several broken glass cells later, the Fantastic Four and Co. were reunited. And just in time as well, for an alarm was sounding throughout the prison. The others began to run down the hall, where they assumed an exit would be, but Gamora began rummaging through her pockets. 

   “Hey, what are you doing? We’re on a time crunch here!” Rocket called out at her. “Just wait a moment, I need to do something here.” she replied. She pulled a small device out of her pocket that looked like a Walkman. She pressed a few buttons on it and then attached it to the side of her pocket. “In memory of Peter.” she said. By now the LabBots had come down into the corridor, and were pointing their guns at the escapees. Guardians and Fantastic Four alike charged at the robots as Ozzy Osbourne’s “Mr. Crowley” started playing. They were weaponless, of course, but they were heroes, and that’s all that mattered.

   Gamora grabbed one robot and smashed it against the wall before it could act. She took its gun for herself and began firing it. Groot entrapped one in a pile of roots, while Johnny set one on fire and Thing broke another into pieces. Franklin and Valeria, both of whom were pretty scared, were huddled in the corner and guarded inside a force field Sue had made.The others fought the robots as best as they could, taking their weapons whenever possible. For any normal people it would have been a very unfair fight against the robots, but for the the heroes it wasn’t too difficult. By the time the fight ended, the robots were either trapped in roots, smashed to oblivion, or decapitated. The heroes stood, panting, looking over the damage they had done.

   “Well,” Gamora observed, “We should get out of here before anybody else comes.” Everyone else agreed, and they continued their flight. 

   “You better know what you’re doing, because I’m not risking my life for this.” The Spectre said to John Constantine. The two were the only heroes left in the Negative Zone. Superman had tasked them with a particular mission, for which they had to stay behind. Spectre and Constantine had never met before, but according to Clark they would make a good team. John wasn’t too sure about that.

   “Look, stop complaining, ok? Making a gateway into Hell isn’t nearly as easy as it sounds. Plus, as you yourself observed, our powers aren’t as strong here.” he snapped back at Spectre. 

  “Yeah, that is a fair point. Maybe it’s the energy here or something, because I have felt significantly weaker since coming here. How about you?”

   “Well yeah I’m weaker right now, that’s why I can’t create this stupid portal!”

   After several more minutes of Constantine working in frustration and Spectre encouraging him from the sidelines, he succeeded in creating a glowing red portal. He stepped back with a grin on his face. “That wasn’t too complicated. Stage 1 is complete.” he said to Spectre. 

   “Now, about the next part, do you still think it’ll work? Our powers won’t work as well.” Spectre responded.

   “Sure, we’ll be fine.” Constantine said as he handed Spectre a crucifix and a bottle of liquid. “That stuff is holy water. Any demons get too close, just splash them with that.” Appearing rather unconcerned about the fact that he was walking into Hell itself, he casually stepped through the portal, and Spectre followed behind him. Immediately a wall of heat hit them. 

   “Well this is hot.” Spectre observed as he wiped sweat away. 

   “Nah really, Sherlock?”

   “Yeah, I’m serious. Can’t you feel it too, or are you too used to the heat? And also, it's Spectre, not Sherlock.”

   Constantine just sighed and moved on. Thankfully Hell was efficient and had signs as to how to get to different places throughout the universe, and Constantine was able to position his portal close to a gathering of signposts. The one pointing to Earth said that the gateway to Earth was a full 5 miles away. That meant 5 miles of walking in demon-infested territory. So far they had been lucky and hadn’t been spotted, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. “Oh well.” Constantine thought. “This must be done. Whatever it takes… I feel like that’s somebody’s catchphrase that I just used, but they won’t know.” 

   Constantine and Spectre had gotten about 200 yards when the first demon spotted them. WIth a shriek it flew up into the air and raced towards them. Calmly, Constantine took out a crucifix-shaped gun, took aim, and shot it down. Unfortunately, the shriek had alerted more of its comrades, who in turn alerted more comrades. “You don’t happen to have one of those guns for me, do you?” Spectre asked him.

   “Sorry, I only have one. These things take forever to make. Just use the holy water and the crucifix. You’ll be fine.” 

   The two heroes raced along the path towards the Hell gateway, but the farther they went, the more demons they attracted. Pretty soon they’d have to stand and fight. Suddenly Spectre saw an arrow land close by his feet. He turned around and, sure enough, several demons had grabbed bows and arrows, and were now firing at them. “Hey, Constantine,” he said, “I think we should try to get rid of this crowd now.”

   “Yeah, probably a good idea. I don’t think diplomacy will work with them.” They faced the oncoming demons and, trying to avoid the arrows, defended themselves as bravely as they could. Constantine sprayed both his crucifix gun and his holy water, and both of them caused sounds of annoyance and pain from the enemy. Spectre created balls of energy and subsequently launched them, taking out several demons at a time. They received a few scratches each, but nothing deadly. The enemy, however, was growing larger, and Constantine knew that soon they would be overrun. Holy water doesn’t last forever. 

   “Spectre!” he called out. “Cover me for a minute. I’m gonna send a message to Clark, tell him what happened.” He fumbled through his pockets for his communication device, but paused as he noticed the demons suddenly stop fighting. He turned around yet again, and saw a figure appearing in the middle of the demon army.

   “This one is mine! Leave him alone!” the man said. Well, he wasn’t exactly a man. More like a flaming skeleton wearing leather and riding a motorcycle. The skeleton thing pushed his way through the crowd and stood in front of Spectre.

   “Now, let me ask you a question.” he said to him. “Who are you?”

   Superman awoke with a start. He was lying in a bed on Contraxia, he and his group having taken lodging in the closest town. He told the others to get a good sleep tonight, and then tomorrow start looking for the enemy. However, he himself didn’t have a good sleep; it was interrupted by a vision. In his vision, he heard the voice of his mother calling his name. “Clark?” she said.

   “Yes, Ma? Where are you?” he asked. “I need you to come to me, Clark. I know what you need to win. Listen to my next instructions carefully, ok?”

   “Sure, Ma. I would love a bit of help right now. But how are you talking to me like this?”

   “No time to explain. You need to be fast. There’s a planet west of where you are now. Travel there, and you’ll find me. Please hurry, we don’t have much time.” Before Clark could respond, she disappeared, and he woke. 

   After debating in his head for a few minutes, he came to the conclusion that he hadn’t just imagined the conversation. She had actually appeared to him, and had asked for him to come. Yes, he had a few questions about how she came to be there and such, but there was no time to waste. He hurried over to the next room, where Shazam was snoring loudly. He woke him up and said to him, “I have to go away on important business for a bit. I’ll be back by the end of the day probably. Tell the others to stay around town and not get into too much trouble. Understood?” Shazam nodded sleepily, and went back to snoring as Superman left the room.

   Clark walked outside and faced away from the direction of the rising sun. Unconsciously he started whistling “The House of the Rising Sun” as he set up his teleportation device. He pressed one last button, and shot off into space. In about half a minute he had arrived on another planet, this one cold, barren, and rocky, but not in the boxing sense. Cautiously he walked around, until he saw what looked like the ruins of an abandoned temple. Making his way toward it, he hastened that way, with a feeling of uneasiness in him. After a few minutes he reached his destination, and had just stepped inside the temple when the floor dropped out from beneath him. Instead of falling, he found himself dangling in the air, for as the floor collapsed chains came out of the walls and wrapped themselves around him. He tried to break free, but they were made of some metal that he couldn’t break free of. It wasn’t kryptonite, but it was something else. Also, he had felt a lack of strength since this entire mission began, and that wasn’t helping much. To put it simply, he was trapped. 

   He heard footsteps in front of him, and a large figure appeared from the shadows. Clark was stunned for several seconds. No, it couldn’t be. This had to be his imagination, his eyes were playing a trick on him. But when he heard the voice, he knew it was no illusion. 

   “You have played into my trap quite nicely, Clark.” the figure said. 

   “You! You! How are you-”

   “No time for you to talk, Clark. Listen to what I say, and you may just live. Now, you may not have realized it, but you have fallen prey to my mind-control experiment.”

   “Liar!”

   “Think about it. For what other reason would you detain women and children in prison without cause and refuse to give them a fair trial? Why else would you gather an army of superheroes to fight the ‘enemy’ that you knew almost nothing about? These are not the actions of the honorable Superman, are they? And if you go a bit deeper, think about why all those heroes followed you without a question? Do you think that, perhaps, they are also under my control?”

   The figure let that sink in for a bit, and Superman came to the horrible realization that yes, there was something wrong. He would never have done the things that he had done if he was in his right mind. But that meant that he was wrong, wong about the people he was fighting against. Oh God, what had he done?

   The figure laughed wickedly. “You see at last how much of a villain you’ve become. Now that you’ve completed the first part of my plan, it is time to begin the second. This time, you will be more of a villain then you ever thought possible.” 

   “Never!” Superman responded. “Mind control won’t be enough to stop me now, because I know what I’m fighting against.”

   “Well of course, I’m not going to do mind control on you again. What a waste of time that would be! No, I will use you in a better way than that. Clark, I would like you to meet an acquaintance of mine who is very interested in you.”

   Another figure slithered out of the shadows. He looked old, with his white hair falling to his shoulders, but you could tell by just a glance that he was immensely strong. His eyes were pitch black, and his skin a pale grey. He was dressed in black armor, and across his chest plate a large, red spider was painted. A black goo was on it, writhing as if it was its own being. The man stopped just in front of Clark and began speaking in a ghastly voice. 

   “So, you are the one they call Superman. Rather pitiful, I could have come up with a better name. But you are powerful, and I want that power. You will be a worthy host.” He chuckled. “Do you know who I am, boy?” Clark shook his head, and the man continued. “I am darkness, born before the dawn of the universe. I have been the terror of gods and mortals like. All symbiotes are my spawn, and their evil is at my bidding. I am Knull, God of the symbiotes, Champion of Hell.”

   Knull placed his old, gnarled hand onto Supermans face, and Clark screamed. He felt searing pain course through him, pain like he had never felt before. He struggled for a few moments, and then lost consciousness. 

   “I like this new body.” Knull’s voice said from Superman’s body. It is powerful, and it’ll serve me well for the time being, at least until our goal is accomplished. I could almost forgive Gorr for taking my blade.” 

   “Very good, Knull. And are you able to imitate his voice, as you imitated his mother’s?”

   “Yes, I can do so easily.” Knull said, but this time with Superman’s voice. 

   “Excellent.” The other man said. “Just as long as the other heroes don’t suspect a change, then everything shall work out fine. And after all, they’re almost all brainwashed anyway.” He laughed, and Knull laughed with him. The figure’s plan, and the plan of his also-mysterious comrade, was working excellently. 

Copyright 2019 by Jason Grace

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So that’s why Superman and Batman didn’t start a civil war agruing with each other!

Notice how I put the Gorr reference in? That was all 'cause of you