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New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Marisol Morales on Dec 22, 2006, 5:24pm

From the pens of deathchicken and BornIn1142…

New Mutants Unlimited #28
I Hate You!

Cover description: Wreck and Marisol sitting on two ends of a table, with a large window behind them. Wreck looks extremely annoyed, while Marisol has claws and looks two breaths away from jumping her companion. Meanwhile, a car is flying towards the window.

Setting: After Mission #10 and after Christmas.

For the very first time since their meeting, Marisol found herself annoyed with Zephyr. Not very annoyed of course, just a tiny bit. Somehow, he had convinced her into doing one of the most unpleasant things she could think of: having a talk with Wreck. He'd been begging her to consider it, explaining how he was "willing to make amends," "ready to apologize for his behavior" and saying all sorts of other things. According to him, Wreck wasn't such a bad guy after all. He'd almost been on his knees, and so vehemently steadfast and optimistic that she just couldn't find a way to blow the idea off politely. Her blunder…

So, now she was in North Salem and heading for the café Wreck was supposed to be waiting at. She wondered why he couldn't just handle all this in the Mansion, instead of making making her walk there in the cold. It wasn't all bad, of course… Zephyr had given her a lift to the edge of town.

It wasn't exactly a pretty sight. Most of the buildings were still quite… er, wrecked from Calamity's rampage, as heavy-duty reconstruction work was concentrated elsewhere. Despite the snow, she still noticed some signs of repairs. When she reached the place - Harry's Hideaway -, she was surprised how well-off it was. It seemed to have taken only minor damage compared to the surrounding buildings.

She briefly spotted something that looked like Wolverine's motorcycle parked outside, when she reached the front door and other matters took precedence. She really didn't like talking to Wreck, and almost thought about simply walking off, but… Zephyr would be disappointed in her.

And she herself was ashamed of how fearful she felt… After some moments of hesitation at the door, she pushed it open and walked inside.

Wreck was sitting at a table by the window, sipping from a drink. With a nervous sigh, she headed towards his table.

Glancing up from his soda, Wreck smiled slightly as he watched Marisol enter. Though it seemed as if she'd rather be anywhere but here, he really didn't think she would show at all.

"…I really didn't think you'd show at all," he said as she reached the booth. Not sitting down, but rather just standing there. Staring.

After a moment of very awkward silence, Wreck cut his eyes and gestured to the seat across from him.

"Make yourself at home."

Marisol sat down on the seat opposing Wreck at the table; very, very slowly. She hoped she didn't look as fearful as she felt - it wasn't a good idea to show weakness to predators.

"Hi, Wreck," she said with a level voice, doing her best to sound polite.

Well, that was a plus, Wreck thought. No screaming for his death yet.

"Hello, Marisol. You're looking lovely."

He looked down towards his Coke.

"…and with that, this is officially the most pleasant conversation we've ever had."

Marisol felt cynical.

"I guess that's my fault, being a blob and all…"

She kept her eyes firmly on the table.

"And if I took off my sunglasses, everyone in the bar would run away screaming. We all have issues."

Another moment of awkward silence. Then Wreck glanced around, apparently looking for a waitress, but it was fairly obvious that he was just avoiding looking at his guest.

Marisol's fear was quick to evaporate. It was funny, really… Before she joined the New Mutants, she was always quiet and calm, yet now she often had to fight to keep her temper under control. She mostly blamed Wreck…

Where were these attempts to fix everything and reconcile? She couldn't see them. No, he just trivialized her again… still.

"How do you think I ended up like this?" she asked quietly, "I'm sure you know what I mean…"

Finally looking at her, Wreck tilted his head.

"No, I don't. Clarify."

Marisol didn't react immediately.

"I'm talking about being a head-case pariah," she said bitterly after a few seconds.

"You know, back in elementary school, I was pretty normal. And not just because I had organs and blood like other people. I was actually like them. I could…" she faded out suddenly.

"But then I melted one day, and everything changed. Most people were just afraid of me, so I soon got afraid of them. But some of them just hated me… They kept saying things about me, behind my back and to my face. They kept making fun of everything… They were there every time I wanted to go out of the house, so I stopped. They managed to damage me although none of them could hurt me…"

She balled her hands into fists. She had had a lot of time to think about this. Although she hated reciting these things, she hoped Wreck would hate it more…

"They were all just like you are, only prettier…"

Wreck shook his head.

"…like me? When did I ever make fun of your appearance? I mean, look at me."

He took his sunglasses off, revealing his mutilated eyes.

"Do I look like the sort who is in any position to go around judging?"

As he saw several of the bar patrons were staring at him, he quickly grunted and put his glasses back on.

"No, I only made fun of you because I make fun of everyone. And then you took it personally, which irritated me enough to keep doing it, and I always was too damn dense to know when to stop."

He looked down, sipping at his soda.

"…and for that, I guess I'm sorry."

"It's not just about looks! It's about… everything."

She got a distant look in her eyes for a while.

"You don't have to apologize to me. Frankly, we both know you've been absolutely correct."

Wreck paused momentarily, then nodded.

"Be that as it may, considering the situation I came from, it was out of line. I didn't know you had the same sort of situation, and if I did know, I never would have started up on you like I did."

Not looking up from his Coke, he smiled slightly.

"…besides, I like you."

Marisol raised a curious eyebrow. Her mouth twisted slightly into something she later held for a smile.

"Oh, come on, Wreck. What's there to like about me?"

Wreck chuckled.

"You're interesting. I wouldn't have been able to keep up such a back and forth level of hate with someone who didn't have something worthwhile going beneath all of the bile."

And he shook his head.

"…and I suppose you remind me more than a little of me. Only I talk too much, and you don't talk enough."

Finally he glanced up, looking Marisol in the eye.

"…and this is is the point where I could start gushing and saying everything else I ever liked about you. But that just wouldn't be me."

Wreck winked a tooth-eye behind his glasses, then went back to his soda, smiling.

Marisol momentarily glanced at the others in the room, before suddenly turning into Wreck.

Well, as good as she could, anyway. It actually took several seconds, and looked slightly wrong. Nothing you could put your hand on, just details. A line longer than it's supposed to here, a missing crease in clothing there. And the hair looked too stiff, like always.
She held out Wreck's hand in front of herself and observed it closely. It lacked all the pores and wrinkles, of course.

"You think I'm like you?" she asked, not even trying to imitate his voice, "I don't know… I never really think I'm like anyone… Well, I do think you can see… er, through me better than most people."

Wreck tilted his head, staring at himself. He grinned slightly. It really was a good impersonation.

"I think we both came from rotten situations, and probably let them affect us way more than we should have allowed them to."

He reached out and took her hand, still a copy of his own, in his.

"But I also think we always have the present. And in the end, we have the choice to let the present erase the past. That's what makes us better."

"That doesn't sound like a very Wreck-like thing to say."

She had given him a huge, black mustache, but now morphed back into 'herself'. She shook his hand slightly, before quickly pulling away. She never was one for touching others.

Wreck chuckled, shaking his now empty glass.

"I say what comes to mind, for good or ill. And I never lie about it, no matter what it is."

He looked off to the side, out of the large glass window. His expression suddenly changed, which caused Marisol to look out of the window as well.

What they both saw was what looked to be a mid-sized car flipping towards them.

"LOOK OUT!", they both shouted, diving over the table in an effort to knock the other out of the way. However, their simultaneous actions caused them to slam foreheads instead, slumping to the table which collapsed under their weight, just as the automobile crashed through the glass over their heads and sailed across the pub.

This did not just happen…

Marisol didn't waste much time being shocked. Wreck was still on the floor when she was already on her feet and moving towards the car. She wasn't worried about him (she hadn't been very hard at the time, even if it mattered), but the impact might have hurt someone. She jumped on top of the up-side-down vehicle. At first glance, it seemed like everybody had gotten out of the way in time. Ripping away one of the doors revealed that the car was empty.

This was… a very strange car accident. She turned around.

Wreck meanwhile was laying on the floor, vaguely thinking that the spontaneously flying car was cosmic retribution for his attempting to be nice for once in his life. Then he pulled himself up on the rubble, looking out of the shattered window just as a metallic tentacle reached through and gripped him by the throat.

"Greetings," the man wielding the tentacles said to him cordially. "I am Dr. Otto Octavius. You, are in my way."

He then threw Wreck in the general direction of Marisol.

She stretched out one of her hands and managed to catch him as he was whizzing by towards a wall. It wasn't exactly as gentle as she would have liked it to be… Even worse, having stretched her arm to do it, it gave Octopus an idea of what she was capable of.

She plopped Wreck down on the floor next to the car.

"What do you want here, Doctor?" she asked as politely as the situation allowed for. Octopus replied by throwing several chairs at her. In the blink of an eye, her hands extended into long, sharp blades. When they cut the approaching projectiles into pieces, Octopus replied for real.

"Spider-Man! I know he's here - GIVE HIM TO ME!"

Marisol and Wreck exchanged glances as Doc Ock began approaching.

"Spider-Man?", Wreck asked, standing up and brushing himself off. "Why would Spider-Man be here? This place is a dump. Cars flying through the windows, they don't refill your sodas when you're doing a pitiful job of trying to flirt…"

Ock cut off Wreck's chatter by backhanding him across the face with a tentacle, causing him to fly to the far right of the Hideaway, bouncing off of a wall.

"Rhino informed me that you X-children were accomplices of that webbed buffoon. Naturally, I saw you enter here and followed. Now, kindly deliver him to me, or I will MAKE you hand him over."

"Well… he's not here."

Octopus didn't seem inclined to listen, he directed one of his tentacles straight at her. She let it impale her, held onto it with her chest and wrapped her hands around it. She tried pulling their attacker towards herself, but he held firm with the other appendages.

She decided for a more direct approach - she let go, jumped and ran towards Octopus on the tentacle. A split-second before she could punch him in the face, one of the tentacles swatted her away into the ceiling. She crashed back on the floor, and was already in the process of morphing when a laser beam hit her. It didn't actually sever anything… just hurt like a bitch. Marisol would have screamed if she still had vocal chords.

Across the pub, Wreck dragged him up just in time to see the laser fire from one of Ock's tentacles.

"…new trick?"

He drew both of his guns and fired, figuring it wouldn't do much, but it would get him away from Marisol.

Unfortunately, Octopus simply spun his remaining tentacles in place, deflecting the bullets in all directions.

"I prefer to call them upgrades."

He raised a tentacle and fired a laser, which seared directly through Wreck's forehead. Wreck fell to the ground like a ton of bricks.

The few seconds of distraction were enough for Marisol to compose herself. Oh, sure, there was still the horrendous pain, but what can you do?

She had taken on a form that most closely resembled a bear, with slight elements from a frog. All the while, she was hissing like a snake.

She rammed herself into the Doctor, and countered the tentacles being aimed at her with tendrils of her own, pushing them away just slightly. A few more arcs of light spun in various directions and cut up some of the walls. She managed to get a grip on one of the tentacles with her teeth, and tried ripping it away.

There were audible cracks as a few servos were busted, but the tentacle wasn't completely off. Though the beam of light ceased, the tentacle itself was still jerking.

"Where is-?!" She took a swat at his face before he could finish. Octopus fell quiet and limp, but the tentacles didn't.

One of them managed to free itself from her grip and fired at her again. The beam went straight through her, and took down a lamp behind her as well.

She jumped away from the Doctor and nearly collapsed into a wall from the pain. She found herself nearly growling as she was trying and failing to ignore the pain.

A shout began to emerge from the fallen Wreck. It started low, then quickly rose in volume. As if he were struggling mightily against some unseen force. Like a zombie rising from the grave, he stood. Shakily, he physically pulled his head up by the hair.

"Stay… AWAY from her!"

He charged directly at the tentacles. They batted at him on top of his head, knocking him to the floor and shattering his nose. He paid it no mind. Instead he rose again, grabbed the nearest one and began flooding it with entropy.

The shock of the attack awoke Octavius, as his eyes sprung open and he screamed. He tried to buck Wreck off, thrashing his tentacles madly. Finally the one Wreck was holding on to gave way entirely, breaking off.

"You…" Octopus sputtered. "You!"

He grabbed his severed appendage with another arm, yanking it forcefully from Wreck's grip. Then he proceeded to beat him with it, thrashing Wreck about the head and shoulders.

Meanwhile, Marisol was drawing near from behind him. The good doctor was too frenzied to spot her hulking form, until she grabbed one of his tentacles and strongly yanked it.

Octopus went sailing upwards and dug away a large part of the ceiling as he crashed through it. He was a bloody mess by the time he hit the floor again, but began hobbling himself up somehow.

Marisol turned into a more stream-lined form… something like a panther the size of a car. She turned her cat's head to look at Wreck.

Wreck nodded silently. Then he leapt at Doc's knees, avoiding the remaining tentacles and tackling him, then wracking him with multiple, painful shockwaves as he held on.

Marisol pounced.

Huge blades grew out of her sides and chopped into the remaining two tentacles. One was cut into pieces, the other remained connected by strands of metal and wiring. It sizzled a bit and collapsed.

Octopus was still yelling when her head turned into a giant fist and knocked him out again.

Wreck watched Octavius fall, standing over him. The doctor twitched once, then laid still.

He glanced over at Marisol, then back down at Ock.

"…the old high-low. We make a good team, when we aren't trying to kill each other."

"You're a good distraction," said Marisol lightly.

She turned back into her usual form. She could still feel the lasers… A hard-to-place pain in her 'stomach'. It seemed as if she had just eaten an oven.

Wreck picked his sunglasses up off of the floor from where they'd fallen. He examined them… then looked over at Marisol with a decidedly curious expression.

"…I realize this will come across as yet another un-Wreck like thing to say, but… are you alright?"

"If I wasn't, I'd be writing on the floor… or not writhing."

She turned to look around. The interior was all but smashed into pieces.

"It's amazing how quick everybody managed to get out," she remarked.

"Yeah. You might think they're used to this sort of thing."

Wreck looked out of the remains of the window, to where Wolverine's motorcycle was still parked, somehow without a scratch on it.

"Give you a ride home? It isn't the best of apologies…"

And he smiled.

"…but it's a start."

Technically, Marisol could walk the whole way without getting tired at all. But that wouldn't lead anywhere in the long run…

"Sure," she said.

With a nod, Wreck stepped over Ock and walked to the door. As he opened it, it fell off at the hinges.

He looked at it for a moment. Then he shrugged, making an exaggerated bow.

"After you."

"Thanks," said Marisol and walked through the doorway. As she got on the back of the motorcycle, she couldn't help but feel thankful of Zephyr for forcing her to come here. He had been right after all…

Wreck didn't seem to be an asshole through and through, and she could make up for some of her blunders.

"You DO have a license, don't you?" she asked absent-mindedly as Wreck got on the bike.

"Sure," Wreck grinned. "Nobody ever said it was mine, though."

And before Marisol could answer, the bike roared off towards home.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Roxanne "Madrock" Madison on Dec 22, 2006, 6:00pm

Very nice, and with my all-time favorite Spidey villain, to boot (Norman's a close second, but I always felt the Spider-Man/Ock fights were boss) Great development, and with a killer fight. This coop-fics seem to get smoother and smoother the more we do them.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Alexander "Cadmus" Baptiste on Dec 22, 2006, 8:06pm

Heh… couldn't manage the "car through the window dodge" as well as Spidey and MJ eh? Good work. I may miss the malice.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Roxanne "Madrock" Madison on Dec 22, 2006, 8:07pm

^Good Lord. I did not get the Spider-Man 2 reference until just now. I am so…ashamed…


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Chord on Dec 24, 2006, 1:05am

Cute issue, especially the ending. Doc Ock seemed kinda irrational through, you'd think he have put more thought into his search for Spider-man.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Marisol Morales on Dec 24, 2006, 4:51am

That's deathchicken's fault. Totally.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Amelia "Heaven" Chow on Dec 24, 2006, 8:54am

Ock can be irrational at times.

Wasn't this during an adamantium tentacle period? I mean, I'm the pot calling the kettle black on quesitonable continuity, but I thought it was.

But, as I've said before, continuity isn't the biggest concern to me. It was fun. And is there a budding NM love triangle there? There might be.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Marisol Morales on Dec 24, 2006, 9:57am

Deathchicken wanted there to be. Totally.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Amelia "Heaven" Chow on Dec 24, 2006, 11:22am

If he really wants there to be a true love triangle, he'll have to give Zephyr a reason to want him or something.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Blight on Dec 24, 2006, 11:29am

If Wreck's stunning good looks and winning personality aren't enough, there just is no pleasing the bastard


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Risk on Dec 24, 2006, 11:31am

I am quite concerned now.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by K'lar on Dec 24, 2006, 11:35am

I really have a lot of fan fics to catch up on!


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Roxanne "Madrock" Madison on Dec 27, 2006, 2:29am

Dec 24, 2006, 11:29am, Blight wrote:If Wreck's stunning good looks and winning personality aren't enough, there just is no pleasing the bastard

Zephyr's interested in trying new things, but I don't think he's THAT interested…


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #28
Post by Blight on Dec 28, 2006, 10:25am

And for that, I think we're all eternally grateful >_>


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