The Vision's words stuck in Remy's head since their conversation less then an hour earlier. And while the young mutant with the fire-red eye's did not scare easily, he found himself hearing the sentence repeated to him as he walked towards his bed-chambers, "I'm going to prepare for the End."
Remy removed a cigarette from the left breast pocket of his tanned jacket, lighting it with his own kenetic power. "The end of what?" He asked out loud to himself. As he took a pull of the refreshing nicotine, he was brought back into the world almost immediately as the entire hallway was thrown into nearly complete darkness. "Damn generator must be on the fritz, I betta.." His words stopped upon hearing his name. A whisper that traveled through the darkness. And all at once Remy knew who it was. "The Spider."
Damn, someone had let him out. Remy hated when they let the Spider out.
"Reeeemy." Peter Parker called out to the man underneath him. He moved swiftly. Keeping himself from being outed to early. Because that would end all the fun. And Peter enjoyed playing with his food so much. It made the meat taste sweeter and the blood far more cold. "Reeeemy, you look tired, do you need to take a nap? I can help you take one for as long as you'd like."
The words made the mutant shutter. There were, a few things the Cajun actually did fear. And the maniac who crawled and bounced around in the darkness was one of them. Cigarette in his mouth, and a new deck now removed, Remy stood his ground. He figured running would only make him more tired then he already was anyway. Something he could not afford at the moment. "C'mon' Parker, now why we gotta do dis all the time? Why can't we just be friends?" Remy turned to his left as he felt a finger slide across his ear, brushing his hair.
"But we are friends Remy."
WAM!!
A solid back hand connected with Remy's face; sending the young man through the air and into a wall. He shook his head upon landing and groaned in pain as he scrambled to his feet. "Parker! Don't make Remy have to fight you Mon'. We ain't got time for this!" Remy screamed to the shadows. Not even sure Peter wasn't right next to him. On every other world Peter was a hero. And Remy had heard that this version had been one as well. Until a Rocket carrying a Alien Symbiotic costume. Until Parker had completely bonded with it. Giving in to the creatures murderous impulses. It was the reason the King held the young murderer in such high praise. They were kindred spirits.
"Oh Remy, don't be silly...," Peter bounded through the air behind the former thief, kicking him between his shoulder blades, knocking him face forward into another wall. "....there's always room for a Lil Carnage!!" Peter bent down to snatch up the shaggy haired mutant by the scruff of his neck. His Symbiotic tongue slashing out of his mouth left and right.
"Guess you right. So lets get nasty."
"Now your getting it Lebeau!!" Peter shouted delightfully.
"Ever play a card came called 'the bomb'?" Remy asked the psychotic man gripping his coat by the neck. Peter then turned Remy to face him, their eye's locked intensely.
"No, how do you play?" Peter asked, generally curious. It sounded like a good time. Bombs were always a good time. Even though slicing people to bits was a lot more fun.
"Let me show you." Spitting his cigarette into his torturers eyes, which had somehow still managed to stay locked between his teeth, Remy followed up by shoving his entire deck into the monsters mouth. The entire deck that was now also infused with Remy's kenitic potential. While Parker was surprised, or amused (Remy could never tell which), he kicked off of the freaks chest, flipping backwards through the air and landing gracefully two-feet away.
Peter looked at Remy with a widened smile. He knew this game had to be fun. Hell, the name was a dead giveaway. But he wanted to know if that was the end of it. A game involving forced Suffocation, didn't seem like it would be called the bomb. Maybe "choke on this" would have been more accurate. Suddenly realization entered Peter's eyes, and his smile grew even larger. "Ha! I get it!!" Peter shouted.
BOOOM!!!
The entire hallway shook under the explosion. Smoke covered the entire hall in a blackened haze. Remy slowly stood after some time, staring at the charred area where Peter Parker once stood, relief on his bruised and bloodied face. But relief gave way to dread, as laughter could be heard all around him. Suddenly he felt a slimy set of fingers coil around his throat, squeezing out his life. The voice of Peter Parker then said coldly, "Round 2 swamp boy."
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