A Sinister Land Pt. 8

 

Essex balled up a fist of anger and slammed it down upon the armrest of his throne.  He wanted nothing more than to make those who had slain his best scream and beg for mercy.  He had been sure that the Marauders would have been able to get the job done and finish off the pathetic attackers.  It seemed that those attackers weren’t so pathetic and now they were coming for him.  Coming to finish him off once and for all.   Lord Sinister would not let that happen.  Not as long as he had breath and he had soldiers.  His would be attackers were tired and it was his intent to wear them down more until he could annihilate them himself. 

 

“Red Skull!  Elektra! Electro!” Sinister yelled calling out the names of his three top ranking generals, in the wake of the Marauders’ deaths.

 

“Yes sir,” Red Skull said coming into the chambers of the warlord followed by his other two generals.

 

“I want the enemies to me eliminated.  Succeed where the Marauders failed and you shall be greatly praised in the history books.  All three of you, but be warned.  These fools are not to be taken lightly,” Sinister cautioned.

 

“Of course sir.  We’ll take care of them promptly,” Red Skull promised.

 

“Good.  I don’t want to have to get involved in this conflict,” Sinister warned.

 

Blink looked forward and gave a grim stare to the citadel of the man that they were going to kill.  Technically, her and the Exiles should have already disappeared as they already accomplished their goal.  Maybe Timebroker was pulling some strings to keep them here to assist Mr. Majestic and Darkstar.  Honestly, Clarice was glad for it because she wanted to kill this Sinister as much as any native of this world.  She had seen him commit so much murder and destruction.  He reeked of the scent of her world’s Sinister.

 

“We have company,” Stepstone said as she saw a few familiar faces headed their way.  

 

Marrow, Colossus, Namor, Spike, and the lion/man hybrid Afrikaa ran towards the group of Exiles and their ally.  Stepstone ached for the chance to fight again.  Mistress Strange deserved to get a hundred lives in return for her one.  Bluestreak deserved to have just as many killed for the limb that was stolen from her.  Anger simmered on the edge of Stepstone’s psyche.  The kind of anger that made those who saw it cower in fear and afterwards made the person experiencing it break down into tears.  Illyana hated to feel anger such as this and she had to try to keep herself under control.  She didn’t want anything bad to happen.

 

“You have come far enough Exiles,” Afrikaa said as he landed in front of Stepstone and swung his metal staff intending to strike her in the chest.  Stepstone dodged the staff and while Afrikaa was off-balance she stabbed him through the stomach with her sword.  She actually found herself enjoying the assault and took the time to savor Afrikaa’s last screams.  Dark emotions were whirling through her and as much as she was trying to ignore them she couldn’t.  They were just far too tempting to give in to. 

 

“Witch!” Colossus yelled as came up from behind Stepstone and was about to knock her over the head with his fists. 

 

“Didn’t your momma teach you not to hit women,” Majestic smiled as he grabbed the organic steel wrist of Colossus and squeezed.  The metallic flesh bend like paper under Majestic’s grip and Colossus let loose a high-pitched scream.  

 

“Now that’s music to my ears,” Majestic said as he flung the man’s body into Namor who was battling Reed von Doom.   The two bodies collided with a massive impact and Namor was killed instantly from the attack.  Colossus was still alive, but in terrible pain.  Majestic knew that he would be no threat to his allies now and so turned his attention to the last remaining member of Sinister’s attack group.

 

“Guess that just leaves you Spike,” Blink said as she dropped the head of Marrow to the ground. 

 

The young mutant could only gulp, as he knew what fate awaited him.  All he could hope was that maybe somewhere on the other side there was peace waiting for him.

 

They had finally reached the base that contained the man they all had been seeking for quite some time.  Darkstar was eager for retribution as she ripped open the doors to Sinister’s Citadel.  After the suffering she had gone through in the Nucleus she deserved to be the first to have her way with Sinister.  Unfortunately, being deserving had nothing to do with real life and upon opening the door her brain was fried to a crisp by a powerful electrical blast from Electro.

 

“Bastard!” Blink yelled as she flung four of her energy charged javelins the general’s way.  Electro dodged all of them with ease, but paying attention to Blink cost him.  He hadn’t seen Illyana use her step disc to teleport behind Electro.  Sneaking up on him she gave a quick thrust of her sword through his head.  When his dead body dropped to the ground Stepstone promptly kicked it and spit in the man’s face. 

 

“We need to stop playing games and do away with Sinister for good!” Reed von Doom reminded as he stepped over the dead body of Electro and past Stepstone.  He nearly wanted to cry out in utter frustration at what he saw waiting for him.

 

Elektra and Red Skull were at the head of this current attack group.  Behind them were Crossbones who held his serrated shield with loving care.  Captain Cold and Killer Croc were behind Crossbones and all of them had murderous looks in their eyes. Reed knew exactly what Sinister was trying to accomplish.  By attacking them in waves over and over again he hoped to be able to kill a few of them and exhaust the rest.

 

“You kill our friends.  We kill you!” Killer Croc said as he licked his fingertips.  His tongue roughly played with his green scales.  He was eager for the kill and needed to consummate his hunger.

 

“I got this Blink.  Go ahead and handle the real business,” Stepstone said hanging her sword over her shoulder and itching to make Croc eat those fingers that he was licking.

 

“Illyana you don’t need to be a hero,” Blink replied, but quickly stopped herself from saying anymore.  The look in Stepstone’s eyes was one she had never seen before and it almost seemed like her pupils were red.

 

“I said I have this Blink.  Now go!” Stepstone said her voice taking on a tone that was unfamiliar to everyone who had spent time with her.

 

Blink nodded her head and turned to the rest of those under her command, “Move it!”

 

After the Exiles and Majestic were gone Illyana smiled wickedly at her opponents, “You’re going to get to see a side of me I haven’t shown in quite some time.”

 

Stepstone hated her dark side, but she lusted in it at the moment.  She was going to unleash the Darkchilde.  Her skin turned black and her eyes went completely red.  Golden horns popped forth from her forehead and claws came out of her fingertips.  Wings ripped forth from her back and she growled with a hideous voice, “I’m coming for you!  Be ready!”

 

Sinister heard his doors crash open and laughed, “I had hoped that you were all coming to pay me visit.  I’ve been watching your activities for quite some time.  You’ve put quite the cramp into my plans.”

 

“We plan on putting a permanent cramp,” Blink said taking her time walking towards Sinister holding a javelin in each of her hands.

 

“There are three of you.  You have no hope against me!” Sinister yelled as he turned around and sent a blast at Blink. 

 

Reed von Doom shoved the woman out of the way and tackled her to the ground.  He looked down at her for a moment almost with care and then said, “Watch yourself girl!  I can’t always be around to save you.”

 

“You needn’t worry about that Doom.  I can take care of myself fine,” Blink said rising to her feet. 

 

Both of them could only watch as Majestic was locked in combat with Sinister.  He was taking the heaviest blasts that Sinister could throw at him and he didn’t seem to be faulting.  Sinister wasn’t tiring either in this fight.  Both men were didn’t seem to want to give an inch.  Blink and Reed wanted to join in the fight, but they couldn’t find any opening to spring on.

 

Neither would have to find an opening as Sinister was finally able to find his and blew a hole clean through Majestic’s chest.  The hero wasn’t even able to let out a gasp as he fell backwards with a thud.  Blink become so enraged pink spatial energy was surging from her fingertips, but it didn’t matter.  She was disappearing. 

 

NO!  Not like this!  Not like this!

 

Timebroker looked upon his team of Exiles with tremendous sorrow.  He had hated to rip them away from that awful world, but he could only bend the rules so long before Vange took notice and retaliated.  Cheating in the game always carried heavy consequences with it.  Though the blow he could have struck Vange would have been worth it.  Sadly, things had not worked out as planned and he was short two teams.

 

“Why did you pull us away?  We could have taken him!!” Blink yelled, as the veins across her forehead were clearly visible.

 

“I could not break the rules any longer.  There would have been too high a price to pay I’m afraid,” Timebroker replied.

 

“I think its time you give us some answers and give them to us now!” Bluestreak exclaimed surprising everyone with the ferocity of her voice.

 

Blink had forgotten all about her teammate in the midst of her rage and she turned back to Bluestreak to see that her arm had been replaced with some kind of nanotechnology.  She would ask for the details later, but right now they needed to full court press Timebroker for information.  It wasn’t often that they got to deal with him directly and they might not get another chance for months.

 

“You all are part of a great cosmic game to protect the Omniverse from slow, inevitable death.  My counterpart, Vange, seeks to destroy all things and I’ve only kept him at bay through a game of sorts we’ve agreed to play.  You all are part of that game,” Timebroker explained.

 

Reed von Doom could barely contain himself, “A game?  You risk the safety of my world for a game?  You are fortunate I do not slay you where you stand you impotent oaf!  How dare you assume that you even had the right to pluck us from our worlds regardless of your so-called mightier intentions?!!”

 

“I gotta agree.  We lost Mistress Strange and Hardcase because of a game,” Stepstone said coldly.  The memory of Strange’s death still stung her deeply, but she would be the levelheaded one in this.  If Blink couldn’t be someone had to.

 

“This game as you put it ensures the survival of all your worlds.  I would not have chosen you if you didn’t have the ability to do this task.  I promise when I feel that things are right I’ll return you to your worlds.  Blink can attest to that fact, but I need all of you right now.  Vange is starting to win this game and we need to fight back against him.  Your team is now the best one I have and you will be my marshals in this fight,” Timebroker said as his image began to fade away.

 

Blink and all the other Exiles felt the air leave their chest and they felt like they were almost floating.  Clarice knew what was coming and yelled out one last warning, “No bullshit Timebroker!  No more bullshit!”

 

Once they were gone Timebroker shook his head, “Things are just beginning.”

 

Epilogue

 

The fires of hell burnt all around the former Marauder as he struggled every second to survive.  That damn woman had sent him to a place where his death was essentially assured.  But he wouldn’t go down without a fight and he’d make sure it was a nasty one.  A damn nasty one.  Diving out of the way of some large claws he rolled into the hot mud of this hellish dimension.  Rising to his feet he tossed a tiny blue bomb that stuck to the claws and created an explosion that was big enough to give him at least some proximity room to work in. 

 

“Stop Deathstroke!  Go no further!”

 

The killer of thousands turned his head to discover the source of the voice and had his gun ready to fire.  Turning around slowly he saw an oddity amidst the dimension of demons and ghoulish creatures.  A handsome white man with slick backed blonde hair was smiling at him.

 

“I have an offer you have no choice, but to accept,” Vange grinned.