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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS
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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS
Danny Rand’s Apartment
I wake up after a long, uninterrupted sleep, feeling like a new man. I’m still a bit sluggish, but I don’t feel like I’m going to keel over dead any time soon. Misty isn’t next to me when I wake up, unfortunately, so all the things I wanted to say remain unsaid, but that’s nothing new. I’m the king of unsaid things.
My feet swing over a bed and I take a few tentative steps out of the bedroom and move towards the kitchen. My feet wobble a bit before I regain my balance, finding my footing.
The cobwebs now begin to shake form brain as I walk gingerly through the large hallways of the penthouse apartment I live in. Three bedrooms, a full bar, a formal dining room, and a kitchen fill my place. It’s probably the one thing I should get rid of, but I’ll be damned if I don’t love waking up and having a view of the entire city from way up here.
I saunter on over to the fridge and swing it open, sighing as I realize that I really don’t want to cook anything. I can cook, but I want to be babied, damn it. I almost died! Can’t someone make me some french toast or something?
“Bout time you got up,” Luke’s voice startles me. I spring up from inside the fridge, smacking my head on one of the shelves. “Good one.”
Wincing, I rub my head, “You could have given me some more warning. A ‘Hey, what’s up’ or a ‘Well I’m glad you’re still alive, Danny’. But no, instead you make me give myself a concussion.”
Luke looks at me incredulously, “You’re kidding right?”
“Yes! Maybe! I dunno! What did you learn at the crime scene?” I grumble and pour myself some coffee that Luke had clearly made. I take a long sip, savoring the bitter, hot liquid. It runs through me, seemingly back to life.
“We never got there,” Cage responds, taking a sip of his own. “Jess ran into Copperhead. While she was in pursuit she called us in for backup.”
“Did you get her?” I ask.
“Hell no, man,” he shakes his head. “Bitch is slippery as hell. Disappeared down an alley and didn’t come out the other side.”
“God damn, man,” my head rolls around and I sigh deeply. “Sewers?”
“Best we can figure, yea. You find out anything about her?”
“Yup,” I say after another sip. “Part of some secret society. Sowing chaos throughout, well, time. Show up throughout history up until the second world war. Still, it seems erratic, like there’s no rhyme or reason behind it.”
“So we’re at another dead end?” he asks.
“No, we still need to look at that crime scene,” I respond. “If there’s anything there, we’ll find it. The least we can do is finish the case we were hired to take. We’ll worry about Copperhead after that.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
**********
New York City Docks
The docks smell of oil, dead fish, and rotted wood, and the ground is slick form an evening shower that started as Luke and I headed out for our investigation. Somehow things always come back to the docks. It seems like a stereotype. The detectives have to go to the docks to find the bad guys, but every stereotype comes from a kernel of truth. Most illicit products come in here, meaning at some point you’re gonna end up here.
“So anything happen between Misty and you?” Luke asks as we approach the warehouse the officers were investigating before the assassination. “I heard she stayed the night last night. Getting back together?”
My shoulders shrug weakly, “I dunno. I mean, nothing happened. We didn’t really even talk about our situation. Just about Copperhead and all that stuff before I passed the hell out from exhaustion.”
“Well, at least she stayed with you,” Luke adds in. He’s not wrong. She could have left right away. “Jess thinks y’all will be back together in no time.”
“Do you think the Justice League talks about their love lives as they walk into what could be certain death?”
“I certainly hope so,” Cage chuckles. “I’m sure they put their super suits on the same as we do.”
“I mean, Captain America probably always wears his,” I respond as I break the chained lock off the massive wooden warehouse door. “It’s probably in his contract.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I hope he has a zipper-Sweet Christmas!”
As Luke swings the door open, we’re greeted by the sight of dozens of soldiers garbed in dark-orange combat suits. Machine guns are slung over their shoulders, and each of their faces is masked by snake-like balaclavas. They turn to us and begin yelling in a language I’m not familiar with.
“Well, this is gonna be fun,” I look over at Luke and nod. The two of us then jump into action.
What? Henryjonesjr is behind on a post? No way!
Anyway, Iron Fist tomorrow. Me culpa
Anyway, Iron Fist tomorrow. Me culpa
Iron Fist tomorrow
As the fire began to spread across the first floor of the house, Shadowcat cursed the mob outside, many of whom erupted into a cheer as the house began to burn. Mob mentality was the worst, and time and time again that was proven in human history. When a group of people are loud enough, they can sway even the most timid to join in with their lot. That leads to violence. That leads to people dying.
She looked back at the mother and her mutant daughter, still huddled in the closet in fear. She reached out her hand yet again, pleading with them, “Please, I know you’re scared. But I need to get your out of here. I need to get you to Professor Xavier.”
When Kitty says the Professor’s name, something in Jubilation’s eyes clicks. The younger teenage mutant realizes what the situation they’re in really means, and that they really do have a way out. She looks up at her mother, “Mom, come on. We need to go.”
“But...the house..” the elder Lee said in a stupor. “Everything is burning.”
She wasn’t wrong. Sweat dripped down Kitty’s face as the heat from the burning first floor seeped upstairs. The crackling of the fire was loud, which meant it was spreading fast. If anything, it meant this whole block would be up in flames sooner rather than later. That wasn’t good.
“It’s gone, mom,” the teen pleaded. “We’re still here. And unless we get out of here soon, we won’t be.” She shook her mother and continued, “Mom, stuff can be replaced. The two of us can’t be.”
The mother and daughter pair finally lock eyes, and the mother’s sense seem to return to her. Not wanting to waste any more time, Kitty grabbed the pair’s hands and pulled them up, “Awesome. Let’s go.”
Kitty pulled the two women towards the wall that they shared with their neighbors, attempting to get them to break into a run. Instead, the younger mutant pulled back on the X-Man’s hand, “What the hell are you doing!?”
“Oh, right,” she began to explain. “I can walk through stuff. It’s my power. And I can usually take people with me.”
“Usually!?”
Kitty cursed herself for saying that, “Well, yea, usually I’m not about to BE ON FIRE! Now move!”
The two Lees look at one another and relent, which allows the three of them to make a running start towards the neighboring wall. They pass through unharmed, and Kitty lets out a sigh of relief. If she hadn’t been able to do that.
“Come on,” she motioned towards the next house, and then the next. Neighbors were rushing out of their homes thanks to their block being on fire. As the escaping group passed through their homes, people gaped as Kitty dragged the Lees through wall after wall. Some children yelled in terror, some of the adults cursed them for bringing this upon them, but most just stared. They always stared.
Before long, the group reaches the last house on the block, and they make their way downstairs and out the front door. There, waiting in the car, was Bobby and Hank, waiting to get them out of the city.
“Come on!” Bobby motioned from the open door. “We gotta get out of here.”
They hopped in, and Hank took off away from the burning block.
Kitty let out a relieved sigh, “That was too close.”
“Well, you got there at the right time,” Ms. Lee smiled at her. “If you hadn’t been there, we’d be dead.”
“Yea, thanks,” Jubilation nodded meekly.
“Well, that’s what we do at Xavier’s School,” McCoy added in from the front seat. “We help those that-”
“LOOK OUT!” Bobby yelled as a tractor trailer blew a red light and came careening towards their car. Thinking quickly, Kitty grabbed everyone in the car and prayed she’d be able to make all of them intangible. The sounds of screeching, crumbling metal, shattering glass, and ripping asphalt filled her ears, and she figured it would be the last thing she ever heard.
But when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of an intersection with the others. The truck had plowed their car into the middle of the street, essentially cutting them off from any escape. Behind them, another truck had pulled up behind them, cutting the other way off. The trailers opened, revealing squads of Purifiers in both of them.
“Well, well, well,” one of the armed terrorists chuckled. “Looks like we got ourselves a catch.”
“Beast,” Kitty said to McCoy as she prepared for a fight, “might be time to call for some back up.”
“Quite right, Ms. Pryde,” Beast confirmed before opening a channel to the mansion. “Professor. We seem to have run into some Purifiers. Some backup would be appreciated.”
The Purifiers raised their weapons. Before they were able to fire, however, a tower of ice encased the group. Kitty turned to see Bobby, his entire body encased in ice, using all his strength to protect them.
“I dunno how long this will last, but it’ll hold them for now,” he smiled at her.
“Let’s hope we can get some help, then.”
Shadowcat post tonight. In fact, it's nearly done. This week should be quieter than last, so I should have posts coming hot and heavy.
Short Iron Fist post up. Just needed to get something up while I had the time to.
Will do the same for Shadowcat tomorrow, hopefully, and do my best to get substantial posts up this weekend.
Will do the same for Shadowcat tomorrow, hopefully, and do my best to get substantial posts up this weekend.
HEROES FOR HIRE
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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS
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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS
Danny Rand’s Apartment
If you’ve never hung out with your ex-girlfriend while researching a snake assassin and some ancient Indian rock, let me tell you, it’s a hoot. So far, other than asking for a glass of water, Misty and I haven’t said a word to one another. There’s been a few fits and starts, some long looks, and a ton of awkward silence, but I’ve learned more about what the hell I’m up against than where Misty’s head’s at.
“Find anything?” she asks, looking over her shoulder at me. She’s been staring out the window at the city for the past twenty minutes, probably worried about the others. I don’t blame her. This isn’t anything I want to be doing either.
“Sorta, yea,” I nod. “The exhibit focused on ancient religions and artifacts of them. The Indian section focused on old, Hindu cults. It was believed to contain treasures that could shape the world. What the rock she took was actually supposed to do I can’t say yet. But I’m doing my best to find it.”
“And her?” she asks, this time not looking back.
“That is a much more interesting story,” I respond, tapping the side of the bed where I’ve slid my legs to the side. I hope she’ll take the seat, but I’m not holding my breath. So I’m surprised when she approaches and playfully pushes me over, slipping under the covers and throwing her arm around my waist. It’s a familiar position, one that the two of us have slipped into on countless nights. Normally we’d lay like this and watch an old kung fu movie, marvelling at how freaking good Bruce Lee was. It feels like an eon ago.
My brain clicks off for a moment, and I forget where I am. It’s like it’s two years ago, back when I was far more naive and way more happy to be a superhero.
Her dark, deep eyes narrow, “So, Copperhead?”
“Huh? What? Oh, right,” I shake my head and try to regain my focus. There’s a job to be done. “I can’t find anything on this one, but there are, well others.”
“Others?” Misty squints at me.
“Yea, it looks like Copperhead may be part of a lineage,” I nod, starting to get excited at the prospect. I’m far more interested in the person who nearly killed me than I should be, truthfully, “There are stories of half-snake, half-man killers throughout history. Most are said to have killed people of import who encroached too far into exotic lands. Official cause of death is usually attributed to malaria or some kind of native disease. I’m willing to bet that’s because no one understood what that kind of poison could do.”
“Are there recent sightings?” she asks while putting her head on my shoulder.
“No,” I shake my head in frustration. “Some war letters in WWII mention snake people in the Pacific, some even insinuate they fought with the Japanese. Nothing substantial, though. Then nothing.”
Even though my brain is focused on finding out what’s going on, the haze of weakness begins to cloud my vision. I may have survived Copperhead’s poison, but it’s still taken a toll. My eyes droop, and my head bobs as I fight off sleep. Instead, Misty lays us down, her warm embrace ushering me into a restful sleep.
So JK about today. I have to clean my apartment and work out and am 1/2 dead, so no Iron Fist till tomorrow
Hoping to have an Iron Fist post up tomorrow. If not, it'll be Wednesday
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