marvel end of days chapter 3

Marvel
End of days
3.
The metal beast thundered across the landscape, crossing great husks and metal bones of great monsters of engineering. Left before the world had come to this the resting place of old worlds come to pass D looked out the window thoughts turned to her, he thought of her eyes and how he had somehow known her but not, all this seemed confusing to him as well as this new world he had been haphazardly born into.
He turned and looked at the guard his face was covered in scarred lines where his tears had dried. He looked on to the horizon occasionally looking backwards but turning his head as though he thought this was all a nightmare he had yet to wake from. The driver pulled up at a husk of building, scars of battles littered the ground like claw marks etched into its face. The building itself was no more than two adjoining walls that had amazingly survived scorch marks lining the walls. D turned and looked again to the guard. “Get out” he growled. The guard left without a word as D picked up a sawed off shotgun the other guard had left as he himself got out. He looked around seeing only the remains of the building. Carrion flew overhead; this godforsaken part was at the border of a place known as the deadlands, a place that is unmarked on the new landscape none have dared enter its confines convinced that an ancient evil stalks the landscape. “What the hell is this?” D questioned raising the shotgun. To his surprise the guard dropped to the ground leaving a trail of blood behind him, he was scrambling on the ground looking for something. Eventually his bloody hands found what he was looking for, it was a small metal box and inside held buttons for a sequencer, D looked on with interest as the guard entered a code and slumped back on his knees. The blood pooling around his legs. The ground rumbled and opened as sand fell into it like a mouth that suddenly awakened. The guard was breathing heavily by this time he had lost a lot of blood. D approached the guard from the back “You have done your part” he raises the gun and shoots him, the bullets biting through the back of his head and neck. He slumped to the ground, D walked over him, the guard’s war was over now, and D only hoped that they were teaching him new type of pain in hell. He walked to the opening and down the stairs that led down to the main doors. Although apparently the doors were automated they had since rusted or been sealed shut. D raised the shot gun and fired a door blowing a hole the size of fist into it sending shards of metal and grit raining across the door. He walked up the hole and put his hands in and pulling the doors apart entered the darkness ahead.

Darkness engulfed him, the long throat of the tunnel took him in, and he placed his hand on the wall smoothing his fingers along the cool surface every now and then bit and pieces fell and scattered on the floor creating small enough sounds that echoed and sounded as thunderclaps. It was then that a burst of light erupted into life along either side dousing the tunnel with light. The tunnel was intact as far as he could make out as he walked the large open passage towards yet another door. He grew agitated but knew what must be beyond must at east be worth having the protection. He brought the shotgun up again but it only clicked in his hand when he fired it. He dropped it like a discarded object no longer needed. He looked at the door and then at his own hand, he willed the claws to come forth once again, closing his eyes in concentration claws burst forth from his right hand, three nine inch blades each coming from the top of his hand. He drove the claws into the metal door, cutting the door he drove his hand down creating space enough for him to worm his hands in and pull open the wreckage; luckily rust had killed what strength the door used to possess, the pain in his hand was becoming more familiar as they snapped back into his hand. He pulled open the doors and went into the room ahead.

The room was none like he’d seen; it was full of things left by those who are dead, ones who served a higher power long before he was born. The weapons of the dead littered everywhere absentmindedly placed; no care had been given to these monuments of earthbound gods. He walked along staring at shields and helmets, events entered his mind great battles with heroes fighting for fates not known to them and then himself, stood bathed in light and water, metal rods protruding from his skin and then pain ass he knelt breathing back to the real world. A sound from the side of him recovered him from his day dream of nightmares. He fumbled for something to throw resting upon a long thin blade, he threw at the thing coming towards him, he looked to see a large Orange rock covered creature, it stood about seven feet. Covered in orange rocky scales, it was unlike what he expected; the three headed insignia burnt into its chest alerted him to the fact that it was Cerberus who had bred this monstrosity. The knife had lodged itself into the beasts arm and with a grunt the thing merely took the blade in its hand and snapped the hilt off throwing it to one side as it caught sight of D in its one good eye. It trundled along not caring what was in its way as D threw himself at the open doorway, it jumped and caught his leg and threw him clear across the room dislodging some paraphernalia from the wall, approaching him again it raised its colossal fists to beat him, he reached out for a shield that lay at his side and raised it up as the beast brought its fists upon him protecting him but the force, crushed him down into the ground. As the best became enraged he again flung D across the room, but he threw the shield at the craggy behemoth striking its head making it fall to its knee before the shield itself fell to the ground. D struck the ground but quickly regained his feet searching for something to do some damage. It was not long before the thing was back on his feet, shaking its head in fury, D ran back and picked up the drooped shield and slung it on his back. He spotted a metal box with the catch open, he rushed to open it, as it seemed he’d stunned the thing so much earlier it couldn’t find him now. He opened it to find a black shirt with a white skull emblazoned on it underneath were heavy guns, three pistols and a submachine gun. He picked up the machine gun, flew the safety catch off of it and began spraying the beast with bullets. The beast covered its face feeling the pain though no bullets penetrated its thick hide. It tumbled back tripping over a various objects before falling with a giant earth shattering thud. D took his chance while the beast was still dazed, he picked up a hunting knife that lay nearby and stood on the beast’s chest firing the last few bullets at its breast plate, while the beast was still dazed D threw the gun to one side unsheathed his claws and the knife and drove them both into the beasts skull through its mouth and pointing upwards thrusted.
The beast let out one last howl of pain as it let its head fall backwards. D pulled his claws and the knife from the roof of the beast’s mouth. And slid of it onto his knees dropping his knife and sheathing the claws was breathing heavy as he turned and looked at the fallen giant. He felt strangely sorry for the beast, it was not inherently evil it was just bred for one thing. He felt no sense of pride or triumph for ending its life. He regained his composure and walked back over to the Metal chest and slipped the shield and jacket and looked over the black shirt that was there. He slipped it on reaching over to the arms pulling them off. He put on the gun belts that lay in the chest and sheathed the three pistols before finally slipping on the gloves that lay there. He was walking back over to the knife when something caught his eye. It was a curtain leading to another part of the building; he sheathed the knife in the back of his belt and walked through pressing forward with his hand, it was another room similar to the first and his first indication was that these pieces were labelled, he glanced at some of the tags, among them were The red skull and venom which seemed to be a liquid sliding around in some form of containment which pounded at the side when he approached to no avail. It was then he spotted something that made his blood run cold. It was remnant of a green cloak with a metal face plate. He walked over to it, a single beam of light illuminating it against the grey of the rest of the room. He felt it was staring at him as he ran his fingers over it picking it up. He dropped it suddenly as he was back in the past; men were huddled round an armoured body taking it apart with saws and knives.
As he stood with his head in his hands, he walked dazed into a table knocking files and papers over the dust scattered floor. He looked down as he trod on of them. He picked up one it was labelled project rebirth and outlined the super soldier serum that created someone called captain America. He picked up another hoping one of them might help him explain what had happened to him. It was all crap, nothing of use, just pointless notes on old wars. He snatched the green cloak from the rack and slid it on; it was strange he felt strangely at home in the worn faded green fabric. He slid on some old leather biking boots he found and did the buckle on the front. He looked around for anything further of use picking up a black head mask with a skull on the front. He went back and picked up the shield which was a little cracked at one edge and slid it on his back. Went over to a large object with a sheet over it and pulling it back he smiled.

Outside a small gathering of Cerberus troops had gathered looking at the corpse of their friend and was investigating the abandoned car that stood at the side of him.
The sound of thunder struck the troops. One remarking on how the sky was clear, it boomed again, this time closer, sand at the side of them rattled and moved uneasily as some of the men looked around a little spooked. All of a sudden the sand at the side of them exploded and a metal shape sped past them, like a bat out of hell, howling and thundering as if all hell had been let loose upon the world. They fell backwards more shocked than anything else as the alarms on their ancient machines burst into life and black tire tracks burned liquid on the floor. D had found a Harley Davidson fat boy motor bike, black as night and twice as hard. And with it he raced to the slave city, bound to free Ursa.