Static burst through the air. The sizzles of electric temperal interferance made the air hot and humid. A purple beam of light; vertical and very tall, formed in the middle of an alley. Opening wider the light spilled over the dark shadows of the gloomy alley. Out stepped a pair of boots. The sound of them hitting the pavement was echoy and loud among the distorted chaos of electric mayham. The black boots belonged to a pair of legs clad in tan and green army pants.
Moving a little further up showed an impressed display of explosive weaponry, incendiary grenades and spare ammo clinging from a belt. His body was massive. Musclar and fit dispite the age of the man wearing the black underarmor shirt and straps to hold even more ammo, holstered around his rippling shoulders. Smoke drifted up into the alley as the portal behind him closed. The light faded and the smell of a cubano cigar was pungent among the smells of vomit and piss. "I fucking hate the past." The man said as he looked around the alley.
He was in Alabama. Year. 2018. Walking out of the alley he clutched his rifle in one hand. It pointed low to the ground. His finger slid down the side of it, not resting on the trigger. His right eye gleemed bright orange as fiberoptic cables fed information into his brain. The biomechanical eye pulled up details from thin air. Bringing them down from the internet it fed him information and statistics of his current situations. Approximate temperature, time, projected population density over the span of three blocks taking in consideration the time of night, the time of year and current night life activities in the area.
More information spilled into his eye. From his perspective words seemed to hover in front of his face on the right side. His vision was green in his right eye. Everything swam with a lively green color and the words represented were stark white in contrass to the surrounding green. Hunter puffed on his cigar, lingering in the shadows while his eye provided him with the hot sticky details. He waited patiently and enjoyed the taste of his cubano as all the information collected and downloaded into his eye.
Mario Leserna Age 34 Occupation: Dentist Address: 5252 Bouleware street License plate number: KTF-24BW9 Wife: Nell Children: Thomas age 6, Kespera age 2 Target status: Termination vital Target experation required in 12 hours........
Information continued to flow down his eye. Need to know stuff, that he didn't really need to know. Hunter winked his right eye and it shut off the feed to the intel. It was just a normal eye again. Still glowing orange, but now his vision was no longer green it was normal; the same as his other eye. Hunter had a list of people from the past in varying years and times that he had to kill, persuade and otherwise change if he wanted his future to mean much of shit. He looked down at a bracelet on his wrist.
It had little pink and yellow squares, no bigger than a quarter in sequential order. Pink then yellow then pink then yellow. On the little blocks was a name. Dotty. There was specs of dried blood on the name that he refused to wash off. It was a painful reminder, but a needed one. It was what happened if he fucked up. It was his motivation to make sure Mario Lesnera didn't walk out alive.
Hunter, as his name implied was good at his job. It wasn't so much his job as it was his obligation to save the future from being torpedo'ed into fucking oblivion by a few select assholes. He pulled back the slide on his rifle and checked that there was one in the chamber. Taking one last puff of his cigar he ashed it out on the brick wall beside him and stuck it in his shirt pocket. "Mario Leserna.....Let's go say hello." He said with a smirk. Walking across the street to a bright neon sign that said 24 hour emergency dentistry. It was time for Cybereye to Hunt.
Not much more than a few blocks away from where the walking internet man had punched a hole through the back door of time and space to poor himself out, was Mr. Smiles. All decked out in his 'Hero' Costume and everything. Black and yellow with splashes of white here and there. His mask was up over his nose, revealing his mouth and mustache for all to see. He puffed on a cigarette with one hand while holding a phone in the other, the camera on and recording him.
"What is up my Smilies? It's your boy, Mr. Smiles! Just out and about on patrol... Getting some ideas for new shooting locations to bring you fun new stunts. Maybe beat on a jay walker or something." He let out a chuckle. "I'm just kidding. You all know I only go after the big baddies. Like Barnie. I don't care what you all say, a grown ass man in a purple dinosaur outfit hugging on kids? That some pedo stuff just waiting to happen..." He paused to take a drag from his cigarette before adding. "I'd like to give a shout out to my three Smiles. I really appreciate all the love and support you guys show me." He scratched at his brow with his thumb, or where his brow was from under the mask.
Once the cigarette was done he tossed it aside and pulled his mask down so it once more covered his face. "Alright, let's go fuck some shit up shall we?" He hopped off the wall he had been sitting on and made his way across the street, phone still recording. He wasn't really sure what it was he was going to try in this video. He didn't really have any of them planned. He just kinda.... did stuff. At first they had started as a way of him recording his ability, seeing how far he could push his healing power. One drunken night he had uploaded a video of him being run over by Scotty's truck. The video was nearly watched by a thousand people. Only three people had subscribed, but he thought he had found a way to become a star. A few more videos later and people saying this shit was fake, and he still only had three followers. But it didn't matter to him, he was still a star.
"Now, what shall we do? Maybe jump off a building? Like a sky scraper! That could be cool. What do you think guys? Leave a comment below. Not that it matters, I'm gonna do it anyway. Ha ha! Don't do drugs, stay in school or whatever. I mean... I didn't, and I'm a star. Just follow your dreams and you can be anything, or something like that...." He set the phone down, recording on and started his way towards the building, this was going to be fun. And best of all, he was sure to get at least 5 followers out of this. He was just glad he remembered to wear pants today.
Hunter walked across the street with a singular focus. His mind was focused on one man and one man only. Mario Leserna. As he crossed a car nearly hit him. Hunter turned and held out his metal hand. It stopped the car with no problem. Crumpling the front end of the car was just a minor detail. Smoke rose from the car as Hunter stared at the careless driver. She had lipstick in her hand and her eyes were wide with terror.
Her mouth hung open as she only had lipstick on the top half of her lips and the smear that ran off the side made her look like a silly clown whore. Hunter stared at her for a few moment's longer. The lipstick fell out of her hand and into her lap as he decided to turn and leave. She didn't turn her head but her eyes followed the hulking lumbering giant of a man as he moved across the street. Hunter made it to the other sidewalk and stepped on a cell phone.
It cracked under his weight. He shattered it to oblivion. He didn't even notice it was there. Like I said. He had a singular focus tonight. Grasping the handle to the dentist office he ripped the door open. The door came off its hinges and into his grasp. He chucked the door aside and walked into the clinic. The nurse looked up at him shocked. She had that same stupid look the girl in the car had on her face. "Do......You.....Have an appointment?" She asked.
The words having trouble forming in her mind and spilling out of her mouth. "Yes. I'm here to see Dr. Lesnera." Hunter said rasing his rifle to her chest to get his point across. "I'm his 9 o'clock meeting." A smile spread across Hunter's face. The only time the bastard was smiling was when he was killing someone or making a quip. Either way he was endlessly pleased with himself. The woman behind the counter got up and ran away as fast as her fat little legs would carry her.
Hunter turned his torso and watched her run out the hole he made in the front door. The two other patients in the waiting room ran out as well. All in a blind panic. There was some music playing in the room. Hunter smirked at the irony. "DOCTOR DOCTOR GIMME THE NEWS..... I GOTTA.... BAD CASE OF LOVING YOU!" The song on the dentist office radio sang. "Oh I'll show you some love alright." He said cockin ghis gun. Just then Dr. Leserna opened the door to the lobby. "What the heck is going on aroun....." He paused seeing a very very tall man with a very very big gun. His mouth hung open too. "Hello Doc. Can you fit me in? I got a real bad tooth ache." He said. Jokes aside. This man was about to die.
The man's attention was on the Doctor. The reason he was here, the person he was here to kill. It should have been on the angry and crazy fucker running into the gaping hole that was the wall where the door once was. "That was my phone you fucking prick!" He said as he closed the gap and brought his foot straight up between the man's legs. The arch of his boot connecting with the man's balls. Mr. Smiles was all smiles.... because of his mask. There was a smile literally sewn into the mask.... but he was not happy. You mark him, not happy at all. Don't let that smile fool you.
After the foot connected, momentum kept him going, bringing an elbow into the side of the ugly bastards head. He was hoping to knock him down on his ass between the two blows. He then looked to the Doctor. A hand raised, finger pointed, "The hell you still doing here man!? Run you crazy bastard! He clearly has a loose tooth, you don't wanna piss of the tooth fairy!" Yeah, he could play silly pun games too. Looking back to the big fella, who undoubtedly was getting back up at this time. "What, a bad yelp review not enough for ya pal?"
Hunter's finger squeezed along the trigger. 'Say goodbye asshole.' He thought briefly as his smile of accomplishment grew wider. Sadly his eyes grew wider too. Before he could turn around there was, what felt like a steel toe boot; crashing into his manly bits. Hunter's gun went off and it blasted a round right through the smiling forehead of some kid on a poster. The post had a gap tooth kid smiling with the words below it that read 'Happy smiles for happy people.' Right in the center of his forehead was a smoking hole. His rifle was set to single shot fire. He only ever needed one shot. Hunter wasn't ready for the surprise attack and his target went running for safety.
Rolling over he grabbed at his balls and groaned. Hunter was part machine, but down there.... He was all man. He was a man severely wishing he was a machine, but he was all man. It took a few moments. Tendrils of spit slipped from his lip as his one good eye grew dull and listless. He turned to his assailant with a look of furious anger. What caught him off guard was the bright yellow suit.
"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?" He couldn't believe some asshole in yellow spandex got the jump on him. He winked his eye and turned to look at the man as he pushed himself to his feet. His computer generated fact checking pulled up a whole lot of nothing. Fucking masked idiot. "Pal....If you're still standing there when I get up. I'm going to put you down. Permanent." There was a biteful venom to his voice.
Hunter pushed himself completely to his feet and saw that the guy was still there. Did he have some kind of fucking death wish? Hunter didn't know a lot about this timeline. He did know that his fact checking never told him about a masked psycho running around here. You'd figure that sort of thing would be in the papers. His boys were still sore. He leaned on his rifle for a moment to get his shit together. "Son. I think you need to tighten your bolts. Now get the fuck out of my way. I don't need to go killing random idiots from yesterday. The timeline's already fucked up as it is."
He was pushing his patience, but he was giving this guy one last chance to fuck off before the led started flying. His computer eye worked quietly in the background. Running down lists of known haunts of one Mario Lesnera. He knew more than likely he'd be headed to the bar on Alameda street. The guy was a washed up drunk who's only friend was a bottle of scotch. His marriage was on the rocks and his kids barely knew him. Hunter might just crawl into a bottle himself if he had that guy's pathetic life.
The ugly guy went down, the fat guy saved. All in a days work he thought to himself. He went to grab his phone, only to remember that some asshole with a robotic arm stepped on it. "Shit! You broke my fucking phone pal... You owe me bi- wait a minute... Did you say timeline? Are you from another dimension? Are we doing the multi-realm already? Seems a little early in the story... Don't you think?" He reached up and scratched at the top of his mask. "Oh! Wait! You're from the future! Man, why do all you future guys have robotic parts? What happened to stim cell? That seemed so promising..." He said with a sigh and a shake of his head.
The big guy then told him that he didn't want to be there when he got up. "Then stay down, look. I just want my $800 and then I'll be on my way. Oh, you couldn't happen to tell me if Madonna is still a think is she? How many times has that woman re-invented herself?" He let out a chuckle. "Man... Talk about someone who just needs to retire already... Though between you and me, and if you tell anyone I'll deny the shit out of it, but I'd totally go see her if she came into town." He said as he crossed his arms. The man stood to his feet, yet hadn't done anything. "Well? Where's my money? Oh also, you can't go around shooting people in this timeline pal. Not sure how it is where you're from," he walked around and patted the man on the back. "But the Cops frown on that kinda shit. You've read about The Punisher, right? Kind of a Prick really, I met him once... Maybe that was a different crazy hobo... but the point is, you shoot shit up, and the cops with bust ya." He said with a shrug before handing his hand out for the money.
Hunter stared at the guy as he rambled on. He allowed him to speak his mind and get all his crazy shit off his chest. Jesus Christ it was like a fucking windup toy. Where's the off switch?!? As the freak boy walked around behind him he placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder. He groaned and held in a deeply pent up psychotic rage. When he walked in front of him and held his hand out Hunter had heard enough.
He grabbed him by the throat and slammed up up against the wall. With impressive strength he held him in the air. One robotic arm tightening around his throat and thankfully shutting him up for a few seconds. Hunter kept him pinned against the wall with a vicious grip. With his free hand he reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out his cigar. Placing it between his lips he flicked open his index finger. It bent backwards to reveal a lighter. Not most useful of augmentations but to a lover of fine cigars it was fucking a must.
He puffed a few times sending a cloud of smoke into Mr. happy jackasses face. "Anyone ever tell you. You talk. A lot." He didn't know what to make of this guy, but he was quickly becoming a pain in his ass. He took another puff of his cigar and almost as if on cue there were red and blue lights, lighting up the world. Hunter turned to the half dozen cops outside. "Now what?" He groaned. This simple hit was becoming a real chore.
He tossed Mr. Smiles aside with a flick of his wrist. He sent his body sailing through the dry wall and into the wall at the back of the next store over. In this little strip mall hell. "This is the police. Come out with your hands up!" They instructed. Hunter did as they instructed. He stepped out, placing his rifle on the ground he stood in front of the flashing lights with a grin. "Down on your knees with your hands behind your head." He followed the orders. One of the officers came to place cuffs on him and Hunter snapped.
He didn't really snap so much as he laid waste to a few dozen cops. The officer came and grabbed his wrist and in the blink of an eye Hunter was on his feet. He seized the man's hand by the wrist and wrapped his arm around his own throat. He pulled the berretta from the holster on his hip and headshot 4 cops within a few seconds. The rest ducked down behind the open doors of their cruisers. Hunter still had the cigar in his mouth. Already he had forgot about the asshole in the yellow suit. Now he was dealing with a new menace. He turned his head and saw the fat dentist fleaing down the street. He was a few blocks away but god did he run like a girl. Turning his attention back to the cops ahead of him he continued to human shield his new best friend as he marched him forward.
The cops didn't want to gun down a brother just to take him out. It was a stand off. Hunter fired at a man's toe peeking out from under his door. When he fell over screaming he got shot in the head. He shot another partially closed door and the force of the bullet closed the door on the man. It knocked him off balance and when he fell beneath the safety of his door he too go shot in the head. Hunter planted his foot into the back of his human shield and kicked him towards his buddies. There was only 3 cops left.
As they stood to take aim Hunter took out two of them with rapid shots before the click click of his gun told him the useless thing was empty. Instead he used his robotic arm to rip a parking meter out of the ground and hurl it at the cop car. The siren died mid scream as the car was launched back a few inches. Turning around he took his cigar out of his mouth and took a few more puffs. Hunter walked back into the office to get his rifle that he left in the floor inside. What the hell? Was that stupid asshole in the dentist office getting back up?
This fella with the arm was a fucking lunatic! He started attacking the police. Killing them off as he went about. Mr. Smiles sat up, his hand going to his head. "Did someone get the licence plate...?" He shook his head to clear the cobwebs before rising to his feet. His eyes widened at the sight. This guy was full fledged baddie. No remorse.
Picking up a brick he flicked it, causing it to spin before he caught it again. "Maximum effort." He said to himself before rushing back after the man. CRASH! That was the sound of the brick slamming into the side of Hunter's head. "Peak-a-boo! Where's the baby!" He said as the brick crumbled from the blow. He then brought his foot into the side of the man. No way in hell this freak was gonna get away with this. "You," he said as he kicked the man in his side. "Have the right," Another kick to his gut. "to remain," A third kick. "Dark and brooding," A fourth. "If you choose." The words were followed up by a fifth kick to the side. "But it ain't gonna help you."
He then stepped over the man and T-bagged him. That's right. Showing off his sixth great learning now folks. He then leaned in and spoke softly. "I like to get into a sleeping bag, cover myself in butter and pretend I'm a slug when no one is home." He said before offering a wink and making a heart shape with his hands. Was he hitting on this man? No, he was just being stupid....
With the cops taken care off Hunter reevlauated his mission. Jerking his head to the side he cracked his neck and groaned from the effort. "Okay... Time to catch me a dentist." He said more to himself than to anyone else. Hunter was fully expecting to retrive his gun and go about his business. What hd didn't expect was a brick to come out of nowhere and rock his fucking bellfree. Hunter wasn't super human in the fact that he had super human durablility. Bricks hurt. A lot.
He stumbled and tumbled and crashed to the ground. The world went spinning out of focus as he tried to realize what the fuck just hit him. Then suddenly he saw a blurred double vision yellow asshole standing over him kicking him in the ribs. He rolled over on his side. He was just another body littered among the dead cops in the street. The cocky asshole was talking to himself about something, he wasn't paying much attentoin. He couldn't hear shit except for the ringing in his ears.
Hunter leaned up and pulled himself back against the front tire of a parked car. Fuck this. He thought. Pulling out his pistol he gave the spandex clad motherfucker the tripple tap. Two bullets through the heart and one through the forehead. All three shots coming seoncds after one another. He watched him fall to the ground... His target was long gone by now. He'd have to catch up with him later. Hunter sighed and wiped the blood from the side of his head. He tried to catch his breathe and just sat there against the side of the car. His knees propped up and his elbows resting over the ends of them. At least this motherfucker wasn't going to be constant pain in his side anymore. He could rest and figure out his next steps.
Three Shots, and the world faded to black. His yellow suit faded back, mostly around the chest and head, but even some around the mouth, which had been white, was now stained red...
Hours had passed, or maybe days...? Honestly, Derrick had no way of knowing just how much time had passed after each death. And each death, depending on the curcomstances, seemed to have its own time frame. All he knew is that he came to with a bone saw near his skull. He sprang up, which freaked out the woman who was about to cut his skull open to retreave his brain. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sounds came out. Instead, her eyes rolled backwards into her skull. The bonesaw fell to the floor, shutting off, as the woman fainted. She landed with a thud next to the saw.
"Yeah.... I have that effect one all the women." He said before looking around for his suit. Alas, it was nowhere to be found, so he simple shrugged and started to walk out. The only issue with his choice of walking out, was that he hadn't bothered to put on clothing. And a naked man just isn't allowed to walk out of a jail house.
"Sir?" A voice called out to him as he made his way towards the exit. "Sir, can I help you?" The voice came from a cop, who had a hand on his taser, clearly the naked guy walking around was crazy. "No need, officer. You guys just misplaced my clothing. I'll get it back later... Should likely get to work... You know what day it is, My boss is gonna be so mad. Poor Mr, fluffy..." Mr. Fluffy wasn't his name, but as his boss was bald and smooth as a newborn baby's backside... Derrick liked to call him fluffy cat nick names.
"Sir, I'm going to ask you to put your hands on your head and get on your knees." He officer said firmly. "It's okay officer, you guys brought me in dead, but as you can see... that was a mistake." He turned around to show he was *fine*... that was clearly a HUGE mistake. One thing he hadn't counted on was the fact that his chest had been cut open, and stapled up. Something that minor would heal soon, but it didn't help the whole 'zombie' look. The cop drew his taser and pulled the trigger on Derrick, who seized up and fell over. Shortly after, he was put behind bars. Indecent exposure and possable influance of drugs were the charges slapped on him.
He watched as the cops left before turning around to see his new cell mates, all of them tough looking fellas with tattoos on their faces. Gang members... And they were looking at one very naked Derrick like he was a fresh piece of ass they were gonna pass around. "Uhh....." He said before chuckling awkwardly. "Anyone got a spare pair of pants?"
The cops came to check on him, hours later, expecting to find that this white boy had been beaten the fuck up. They would have gotten him sooner, but learned that he had been part of the fight that ended up killing a few cops. And injuring more. One of the cops had said it was some crazy bastard with a robitic arm that had killed the cops. The crazy bastard in the yellow suit had helped saved who he could, but as there was no crazy bastard with a robotic arm, the cops not involved wanted to take their anger at the loss of fellow brothers and friends out on someone. That someone was sadly.... Derrick. Lucky him. What they found, shocked even them.
Laughing. All the men were laughing. "Freak with the suit. You're free to go." The cop at the cell said. Derrick rose to his feet, still naked. "Alright guys, you be good." He said to the men he was leaving. "Juan, you call your mom, you know she's just worried about you... Edgar, You really should go back to school.. You're so close to that degree. And honestly, with it you can make a better life for you and your son. That's all your wife wants. She loves you, and isn't really mad. She's just scared. Romeo... Go to your grandma's funeral. It's not weak to show emotion or that you care. You all be good, and send me a post card every now and then. Mike, stop speeding man.." He walked out of the cell, waiving to the men, who all returned his wave. The cops almost couldn't believe what they were seeing.... Was this realling happening? Derrick walked off, and the inmates then glared at the cops, who only closed the door and walked off.
