Welcome to my Mashed Up Origins! This is an experiment of mine that I was going to make into a group, but with the chaos that a group can bring I decided to go it alone. Feel free to do your own. It’s short, sweet and basically a quick origin, possibly an ongoing, but mainly just something to make you go (hopefully) “I’d like to see more of that!” So far I've done Ms Marvel, Juggernaut, Fantastic Four, Thor and the Winter Soldier. Have a read. Rated MA
Vladivostok, Trans-Siberian Railway, 1983
“How did you get on board my train?” growled Romulus, his claws unsheathed, muscles tensed for action at the lithe red faced man in an auburn fur coat, who stood casually in the train carriage admiring the decor.
“Magic” was the reply.
Romulus sniffed the air; the acrid smell of sulphur filled his nostrils “You’re not human”
“Neither are you” the man clicked his fingers and a chair slid behind him and he sat “But that’s not why am here. You have a recurring problem”
Romulus glared at him and slowly retracted his claws, sitting opposite cautiously “Logan”
“Yes” the man licked his lips “Painful creature. It seems you waste so much time on him every few years with these elaborate traps, plans and stratagems…”
“I am trying to make the perfect predator!” Romulus slammed his fists into the desk, rising to full height.
The man picked dirt from under his nails and looked at the growling beast of a man “Finished? As I was saying before you let your primal nature get the best of you, I myself have some problems. What I was suggesting is that I scratch your back and you scratch mine?”
“Sounds like a deal with the devil”
“Very perceptive” laughed the man
Cypress Hills Cemetery, Brooklyn 1983
“You’re going to die!” screamed Reaper, swinging his scythe at Wolverine, who easily ducked the blow.
“Dream on bub!” Wolverine lashed out with his claws and severed Reaper’s left leg off.
“Nice one runt!” snarled Sabretooth who crash tackled him into a headstone and began ripping up his chest “But pasty face is right”
“Get offa me!” Wolverine kicked him off “I’m going to cut your head off!”
“Don’t you; forget about me!” Deadpool sang pumping a volley of bullets into Wolverine “Don’t, don’t, don’t! Does that sting? Pure carbonara”
Wolverine felt the bullet wounds burning. He snarled and leapt at the gibbering assassin when again Sabretooth hit him from the side. The two began tearing strips off each other.
“Oooo that’s going to sting!” Deadpool sat down and started commentating into the barrel of his gun “Seems the Canadian is cheating with them big metal prongs but the giant blonde freak IS biting him on the face! All is fair in love and murder. Look at the blood folks! Let’s see if I can hit him with another carbonara bullet”
Deadpool took aim at the twirling, savage claw-nado where bits of flesh, blood and snarling smashed across the cemetery. BLAM! Sabretooth collapsed in a heap. Wolverine drove both sets of claws through his opponents chest, out his back and then ripped him open like an overripe fruit.
‘Oh my stars and garters!” Deadpool dropped his gun, turned tail and fled. Wolverine let his berserker frenzy take hold, his vision went red and he charged after him. Deadpool vaulted over a grave and jumped on a motorcycle and roared off into the night. Wolverine leapt and landed on another unique motorcycle. The bike, Wolverine and part of the cemetery exploded in hellfire!
Romulus stood hidden in a grove of trees watching the scene “I believe I owe you an apology…what should I call you?”
“Mephisto will suffice”