RANKED 2nd BY VOTERS IN CHARACTER CREATION CONTEST #30
Date | Marvel Fanfare: | View | Read the... |
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11/29/14 | Marvel Mayhem: Operation: Nightstrike | (Blog) (Forum) | Disclaimer |
Rating | Rating Explanation |
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T | Mild amounts of murderous violence. |
Note: This is a non-canon Marvel Mayhem story, unless the MM writers decide to run with it. -cb |
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“I’m telling you it won’t work!” he shouts.
“I’m telling you that it will,” she answers. “At any rate, all of the forces are in play.”
“But this is a game changer! You can’t trust them,” he insists with a sweep of his hand. “It will destroy everything we have built here!”
“You worry too much, father.”
“And you don’t worry at all! Know this,” he warns, “if this goes sideways, it’s you who will pay the price!”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she says.
He narrows his eyes and answers, “Darlin’, never bet against the house.”
Vieux Carré, New Orleans
The sun has nearly disappeared over the horizon, leaving the French Quarter to the mercies of evening. Its alleyways darken first, as buildings cast their last shadows before darkness falls completely. In one such alley, between a Chinese market and a Bar With No Name, and closed on one end by a brick wall lined with dumpsters, there's a jet black motorcycle. From out of the shadows strides its rider, clad head-to-toe in black leather and a shiny, jet black helmet that hides his face. He swings a leg over the seat, mounting the bike, flips the kickstand up with his foot, and puts the key in the ignition.
As he does so, a radio squelches to life in his helmet. “Operation: Nightstrike is a go.”
The rider says nothing. He turns the key, and jumps on the kickstarter. Revving the engine, he waves to the darkness behind him, as if motioning it forward, and starts toward the street. A roar is heard from the shadows, and as he reaches the mouth of the alley, a half dozen motorcycles pour out behind him, all jet black like the first, and with identically dressed riders. They pull out in both directions and roar off into the night.
As they depart, a man steps out of the bar, his gaze following the riders. Looking down the short alleyway, only just long enough for a trash truck to fit into, he sneers slightly. He then hefts a heavy-canvas bag from one hand to the other, and starts down the sidewalk.
Murderworld Hotel & Casino
Remy LeBeau zips a duffel bag shut and swings it over his shoulder. “Thanks for the cards, Arcade.”
The long-haired redhead smiles, and pats Remy’s back as they walk out of his office into the main casino. “It’s a pleasure doing business, Gambit. We have to change those cards out after so many games anyway. If you didn’t take them, we’d just have to throw them out. It’s a small price to pay to keep on the good side of the United Guild.”
“That and testing our assassins,” answers Gambit. “How are the newest initiates doing?” he asks.
Arcade purses his lips, “I’m afraid you’ve lost three so far.” He shrugs, and adds, “The other ten are still doing quite well.”
Gambit nods. “And how’s the rest of the business?”
Arcade gives a disgusted wave at the rows of slot machines and blackjack tables, and says, “These mouth breathers annoy me, but the gambling funds my other activities. Going straight is almost boring, but it’s endlessly amusing to know that the very thing that made me a wanted criminal before now makes me legitimately wealthy. Rather than paying me to kill others, people now pay me to ‘try’ to kill them. A ‘survival course’ for whales. Where the other hotels hunt them with comps, I hunt them with harpoons… among other things.” Arcade smiles maliciously. “Lawyers and legal waivers are magnificent things.”
Remy smiles briefly, his red eyes flashing slightly. As he walks away, he calls out, “You’re a cutthroat pig, Arcade!”
Arcade holds up a finger and calls back, “Businessman! I’m a ‘cutthroat businessman,’ thank you very much.” He smiles to himself and adds quietly, “Pity you won’t challenge my Murderworld.” He then turns and strolls back to his office, savoring the thought.
***
Gambit is stuffing a few packs of cards into his jacket pockets, when a black portal opens up halfway between him and the casino doors. He hears the scream, “Gambit!” before he sees the woman step out of the portal. She's barely covered in thin black stripes of what it would be charitable to call “clothing,” including a thin black mask over her eyes.
He looks a little confused as he says, “Ecstasy?”
Then a figure in black leather and a shiny black motorcycle helmet exits the portal behind her, quickly catching up to her and forcing her back into the portal. “Remy!” she screams, “Help meeee!”
“Renee!” screams LeBeau. “Hang on, cher!” He drops the bag and runs for the portal, diving in before it can close. He is surprised to land in the street, just outside the casino. He is equally surprised to see six more portals open up, all with black clad bikers stepping out of them.
The one with Renee now over his shoulder speaks to the others, his voice filtering through a speaker in the helmet, “Ecstasy neutralized,” he says, as he drops her to the pavement. “Mister Negative recruited. Marauders report.”
The first of the newly arrived riders says, “Blackheart eliminated. Black Mamba recruited. Doorman neutralized.”
The second says, “Night, Nightside, and Nightwind recruited.”
The third adds, “Spot neutralized. Vanisher and Smuggler recruited.”
The fourth reports, “Blackout eliminated. Quagmire recruited.”
The fifth says, “Darkstar eliminated. Silhouette neutralized. Cloak escaped.”
The sixth finishes with, “Shroud escaped. Asylum eliminated. Sepulchre eliminated.”
The one from the casino waves a hand over Ecstasy. The thin strands of ebon energy that make up her costume lift away, absorbed into his black leather, leaving her naked and unconscious on the pavement. “The Darkforce is ours,” he concludes.
Gambit picks that moment to throw some charged playing cards at the rider standing over Renee Deladier. The rider simply gestures, and a black portal swallows the cards. A moment later, another portal disgorges them towards the casino’s doors, and the explosion sends glass everywhere. Remy rolls to shield Renee, and the riders disappear through their portals.
From the shadows of another alley, across the street, the man from the bar watches Gambit through the scope of his rifle. As the mutant lays his trenchcoat over the body of the naked woman in the street, the gunman muses to himself, “Two for one. Good.” He lines up his shot on Gambit, and just before he is about to pull the trigger, he starts to whisper, “Justice is…” His mantra is cut off as a knife is pressed to his throat, a black clad attacker having appeared out of the shadows behind him.
The Marauder leans in close, and with a light squelch from his helmet’s speaker, he utters his own mantra into the man’s ear, "Hail Hydra," before ending the would-be-assassin’s life. He then melts back into the shadows of the alley, before passing headlights reveal that nothing is there but a brick wall.
Murderworld Hotel & Casino, Operations Center
Watching the events outside unfold on the monitors, Arcade offers, “Arcadia, my dear, it seems I owe you an apology. Well played,” he says, raising his glass.
A beautiful young woman, hair dyed green, clinks her glass against his. “See? I told you, daddy- it can all be Murderworld, if we just try.”
Embracing her, Arcade says, “Yes, you did, darlin’. You told me.”
Her head leaned against his shoulder, she says, “Daddy?”
“Yes, dear?” he answers.
“I worked really hard on this, didn’t I?”
Stroking her hair softly, he kisses the top of her head and says, “Yes, Arcadia, you sure did.”
Head still resting on his shoulder, she says softly, “Then I think you should call me Madame Hydra.”
Scowling, Arcade thinks, Game changer, indeed. Aloud, he answers, “Yes, Madame Hydra,” and strokes her hair again. Draining his glass, he asks, "And Madame Hydra?"
"Yes, daddy?"
"You're paying to fix my hotel."
Please let me know what you think, and thanks! -cb | Originally Presented In: CCC #30. |
Story, original characters and content are owned by Chris Bishop. Copyright Chris Bishop 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023.
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