The entire room smelled like smoke and cooked flesh. What was once a Casino was now a Charnal House. Blood painted the walls like a sick mockery of art. Bodies laid scattered and badly burned. And oddly deep within the thick of this orgy of corpses; there remained one survivor.
Severely wounded, but alive nonetheless.
He lay wedged between an overturned Black Jack table and an overweight Italian Capo.
His legs had been crushed when the table was flipped over on top of him. He remembered the blood too.
How it had shot into his eyes as the man next to him was blasted to shit after the explosion. The first one. There had been two. The first one had started at the front of the room. Near the entrances. The second one had been set off closer to our stalwart survivor.
Causing his predicament.
He began running through names. Faces. He wanted an answer for who could or would authorize a hit like this. Not so much for revenge purposes. But because an identity could help lead to answering the question of the severity of the situation.
Would his attackers just leave?
Hit the tables then leave?
Or was this something worse?
Something personal.
Almost as a reply to his concerns the survivor could hear footsteps. They were heavy. Slow and confident, almost as if the person in the room with him was taking a leisurely stroll down Central Avenue. The steps stopped a few feet away. From where he was, the survivor couldn't see a damn thing.
But he could hear the other persons breathing. It was by far the scariest thing he had ever heard in his life.
"God.... it's so cold," Blubbered the man. "Why is it so cold..?"
"You're getting to the easy part. You're going to go into shock soon. Then you'll go numb but honestly, it's more than you deserve you piece of shit. I know you Alexander J. Gumble. I saved you for last because the last thing I want you to see before you go to Hell is my smile."
Alexander finally got a glimpse of his tormentor as the large figure stepped forward. Still no recognition flared. Which would be hard to believe. Because the man now looming over Alexander was dressed in a latex like exoskeleton designed patriotically in the colors of the American flag.
He was also carrying the largest gun Alexander had ever had the displeasure of seeing.
"Who..... who the hell are you man?!" Alexander demanded. "I don't even know you!!"
"Don't be an idiot of course you know who I am. I'm Captain America"
Click Clack
Boom! Boom! Boom!
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