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11/02/2021 04:19 PM
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Twerk Tuesday: An Origin Story
// — Twerk Tuesday: An Origin Story - The Bakery Night Club, 2016- 'Hey Dean, where's Lucas, doesn't his shift start soon?' Clark asked the bartender. The barkeep, drinks in hand, skillfully dodged one of the other workers bent over restocking. Handing the drinks to Clark, a playful smirk as Dean shook his head. 'You know that man is a damn mystery and a half, that's what that M stands for.' A running joke, but one with truth to it. Lucas appeared not too long after being mentioned, slipping in unseen through the back entrance. He had been doing some side jobs for SHIELD lately, it was nice to be back in a familiar environment. Combat always suited him, not that he didn't enjoy dancing at the club. That didn't make it 'home'. █ ""Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a particularly shapely ass to go shake for money." "— "Lucas Bishop, 2018. DBNR.""Who stained the bloody-f***in soldier costume?! I was gonna use that!" Lucas yelled to everyone and no one. The dressing room was scattered with men coming in and out, some more dressed than others. 'Haven't you heard Lucas, some like their beefcakes a little extra moist.' There was a low roar of chuckles and laughter. Lucas, at a loss, just joined in the jubilance. They were good guys and gals the people that worked there, it was why he kept showing up. 'Where were you today hm Lucas? Breakfast with the Queen and mid-day shopping in Dubai?' The running joke was that because no one knew what Lucas did outside of the club... The boys had taken to coming up with the most outlandish things they could come up with. 'No, he was helping fix the orbital space station!' one called out. "Fellas, fellas, I'll tell you straight up... I'm assisting SHIELD in their skirmishes in Latveria." The entire dressing room erupted in laughter, as did Lucas. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a particularly shapely ass to go shake for money." Lucas tossed the last of his backup fireman outfit on and exited through the door toward the stage. "Oi Laura, you got that file I sent you right?" Lucas whispered to the DJ who was backstage texting someone. The preset mix plays over the sound system. 'Yeah,' she said without looking up. 'You put way more effort into your routine than you need to ya know.' "Yes I am aware but we must have a bit of fun while at work, anyway we can. Isn't that right Ms. Wattpad in 2018." 'Hey, shut up!' he smirked at her screen. Lucas would mark that as a victory. 'Think you'll keep it up, the whole Twerk Tuesday thing? It's cute, it could catch on.' Lucas was stretching as his movements seemed to push out his words. "Eh, who knows... I just want to enjoy myself at the end of the day. Maybe put a smile on a face or two." 'And money...' she chuckled. "And money yes... Welp, showtime. Play my sh*t Lady L." he said sporting a toothy grin. 'I told you not to call me that...' she dipped around the curtain before he could respond. 'Ladies and Gents, Twerk Tuesday has officially begun and to start us off, the holiday's creator... Lucas Bishop! Don't worry if you get a little too hot, he's well prepared." City Girls faded in, the curtain was pulled back, and Lucas got to work. Twerk Tuesday was a staple at Bakery ever since. M is for Missulena — //
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08/12/2021 11:25 PM
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Zero Hour (poem)
When my eyes close for the final time When the box is lowered into the ground.
When my body is nothing more than a vacant vessel.
When that familiar feeling of my presence is no longer around.
When I can no longer be saved.
When I'm nothing but a frayed memory.
When my zero hour arrives.
You'll miss me.
I don't mean that in a derogatory way.
There is no venom or ill will harbored within my words.
Besides, I'll miss you too.
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08/04/2021 11:29 PM
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Under the Sunken Sun feat. Fiery Valor
// — Under the Sunken Sun feat Fiery Valor She would leave, and take most of him with her. There was nothing left to say. Nothing left to bargain with. Simple and clean. Or as much as it could be. █ "Please, please don't go..." he reached out, only to stop himself.— "For both of our sakes, I must." her voice fracturing with sadness.She'd float away, and take that radiant light with her. Her tears like diamonds under the sunken sun. An arduous departure, cause for the liquid gems. There was no anger, no resentment. Their time had come. As they both suspected it someday would. He'd give his soul for another twenty-four hours. He knew she would too. Some things simply couldn't be bardered for. They loved one another so much... They would learn how to forget. M is for Missulena — //143712
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08/04/2021 11:27 PM
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Birth Day
Relaxation with a cat.
Turned into a coma with a lion.
Consciousness mysteriously dissipated.
Black encompassed.
As he reawoke, Lucas noticed the hallmarks of a horrid even draped around him.
A green mile of a wardrobe.
He didn’t understand, he could barely comprehend.
Suddenly, an ambush by the last person he suspected.
Himself.
Himselves, rather.
We are the solution 
You are the Problem The prevailing timelines.
Standing before him.
How could he both remember these lives.
Yet never experienced them first hand.
His eyes were opened again.
It was like stepping through the portal for the first time all over again. 
Why haven't you gotten TREVOR Every time he thought all his selves had shown,
Another appeared.
No Faustian powers here, back to the fodder he was.
Your sister would be ashamed
Your power ain't worth sh*t
Immediately overwhelmed.
Reminded he was nothing.
Not without what was given.
And here, in the realm of the Shadow King...
Mephisto held no strength.
And thus.
Neither did the mutant.
It all felt so real...
I awoke, a year older
A year lesser?
Time would tell.
Time...
What a dry cunt.
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02/11/2021 08:15 PM
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The Hell Years (Chapter Three) FINALE
Chapter Three: The Final Trial/ Epilogue feat. Prism- Cupid (1041140)
Lucas neared the mountain and its obscured peak, surely he could breakthrough from such a height. He didn’t understand this world or its rules, he didn’t even understand the terms of his capture but he had to try. Something welled deep inside him with every step drawn closer, before long, Lucas realized it was coming from within the mountain itself. “The bloody hell is-...” The dim red lighting that hung over the entire landscape died immediately. Darkness encompassed everything around him, so thick he couldn’t see his feet beneath him. Something was coming, he could feel it shift in the atmosphere. As he took a step forward, a pale face appeared and was so close they nearly touched. The face was flat and spacious with minimalistic features, wide eyes shut but only just barely. Its eyes splayed in a haunting unnatural manner, its lips splitting into a fanged smirk.
 ‘You’ve wandered too far, return to your prison, or face agony.’ “I live in agony… what makes you think you’re so bloody bad eh?” ‘I am agony, and you have not met me yet.’ The face shifted and pulled itself inside out from the gaping mouth, layers of serrated teeth formed as eyes poked out from the malleable fleshy skin. The being vanished into the darkness, the ground rocked and rumbled furiously. Light returned to the area but not nearly as much, the red hue now black and more reminiscent of twilight. There was just enough light to see the face attached to a tendril-like neck, retracting back into the hole in the mountain it came from. The face disappeared into the rockface and before long, the entire mountain burst into debris and boulders with a thunderous blast. The form the monster took was even taller than the mountain it ripped itself from.
 Hopelessly drawing his 1911 pistols from his holsters, Lucas aimed high and began to fire. One of the countless tendrils made a stabbing strike where Lucas stood, the mutant sliding out of the way just before the incredible impact. The force split the ground as the subsequent tentacles reached and stabbed wherever Lucas landed. It was going to take everything he had to overcome this literally mountainous obstacle, he only hoped he had the strength. Firing more shots, even his energy-charged blasts weren't enough to scratch the skin let alone penetrate it. Ducking quickly behind a boulder for cover, narrowly dodging an oncoming tentacle. He couldn't see the second one that followed closely behind and obliterated his momentary shelter.
Lucas was caught under the tentacle, its skin melting and turning to liquid in an attempt to suffocate him. There was only one thing comparable to the twisted experience he was going through and that was when he researched the abilities of the famous rogue Clayface. Using his hands to push back against the constantly growing mass of flesh, it collapsed on him before he could find his leverage. This was it, this was how he failed.
F̶̾͜İ̷͍G̷̪͊H̶͎̏T̷͙́
The voice in his head was his own, only darker, more hate and fury behind the word. Lucas' eyes began to blaze with the fuchsia energy as he pushed against the still enlarging limb. A breaking point was passed and Lucas' hands burst into hot pink flame. The more he pushed, the more a phantom strength came from somewhere within. A second set of hands hung above his own, glowing with his energy and massive in size, strength poured over Lucas as his grip tightened and with one hard yank he pulled the appendage from the monster. The screech let out was ungodly as black liquid gushed from the wound. Ethereal mist was raising off his skin like steam, a new sense of potential victory powering him forward. "Come on then, let's see what your insides look like." Throwing a punch, the phantom limb rocketed forth and made impact with the base of the beast. It was time to turn the tables.
Tossing himself into the air, fuchsia wings of unstable energy carrying him upward at high speed. Delivering a hammer fist with his hands clenched together, the downward strike landed the massive replicated limbs directly on the head of the beast. The skull caved and the black began to shoot like a geyser. No time to wait, Lucas let himself fall, digging his phantom claw down the front of the beast the entire way down until he felt the ground beneath him. Using his two hands, Lucas fought and flexed his arms in an attempt to pry the fresh wound open. Slowly the sickly pale skin split at the base and slowly traveled up the gash until with a single tearing sound, the beast was split in two and fell in opposite directions. He had done it, so why was he still in Hell? Epilogue: On Cupid’s Wings
Sitting amongst the eviscerated corpse, his head hanging in defeat. He had slain the Corpse Mother, torn her limb from vile limb, and yet he remained. Perhaps he really was condemned to this place for the rest of eternity. Just as he began to wallow in his failure, he felt a familiar presence, though it didn't give him comfort. Soon she appeared, Cupid, surely there to torment him in his darkest hour.
'Come on you silly man, the realm of the living calls.'
"The bloody hell are you on about?"
It appeared that while Lucas was slaying titans, Cupid was discussing the terms of Lucas' agreement with her grandfather Mephisto. The big red devil was more than prepared to keep him around in his personal pit of suffering, that was until Cupid offered something that made his horned ears perk up. Same conditions, he would still get Lucas' soul when the time came. The only difference being he would live as her hand, a personal assistant and herald of the goddess. This, Mephisto could get behind. So it was settled, Lucas would be resurrected. Lucas turned to light and vanished, he wasn't alone and he isn’t the same. A well of Argent energy has been bored somewhere into Bishop’s soul. The kind of energy that would only manifest in stressful situations before Lucas could fully tap into it like any other energy source. It would drain him, weaken him upon using. The power that would come from said energy, would be worth the stress on his body. Soon he would materialize, and soon, he would return.
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02/08/2021 08:10 PM
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Death of Bishop part 2: The Hell Years (Chapter Two)
Chapter 2: Visiting Hours feat. BLAZIN (deactivated), Reaper Reign, Divinity Machine Hundreds of thousands, that’s how many demons Lucas had eviscerated in his first year in Hell. Between the demons and the familiar faces that were less than friendly, Lucas had his hands full. Neck deep in evil, Lucas did his best to merely slip into that state of mind, the mind of the battle-hardened warrior. A place inside himself where nothing existed but violence and rage. The more anger, the more power he was able to exert. He was constantly bouncing back and forth between a visceral release of energy and storing what he could when the time came. A dance he knew all too well, but even the finest ballet dancer would grow weary from warm-ups. The final hellspawn of the group fell, a limbless screeching corpse that withered to dust before his eyes. A deep sigh escaped him, it never ended. As if to prove his point, a rumble could be heard from the cliffside behind him. Lucas turned just in time to see a tidal wave of hungry bodies pouring down the rock face and headed his way. Five thousand? Ten? No matter, it was all work that needed to be done. The horde wasn’t far now, Lucas could see the fire in their eyes, the yellow marking on their teeth, their rotten nails clawing at the ground in anticipation for his flesh. Just then, the rumble of an engine could be heard and not soon after, the oncoming group parted down the middle with a mist of blood following behind the bright orange flame. It was Johnny, and Lucas could’ve kissed the flaming bastard if they didn’t have more pressing matters. That, and Johnny was gross. As the two fought, it was a fantastic combination of abilities. Ghost Rider was designed to slay the demons, and give off energy while doing so. Lucas was a soldier with all the ammunition he needed now that his buddy was around. Johnny swung the massive hammer by his side and turned whatever it touched into flaming dust before tossing Lucas the tool of destruction. The kinetic energy of the throw alone was enough to empower him with a little something extra. Thunderous booms of the hammer making contact with the red rock of the ground. The cracks it created almost immediately filled and pooled with demon blood, and there was plenty of that to go around. As the last one fell, Lucas came close to pulling him in for a hug when they shook hands. Johnny was just passing through, somewhat of a pit stop before his next destination. Naturally, he was perfectly cryptic as usual, regardless, Lucas was beside himself to just see someone he knew. Glad it was someone he didn’t have to attack or defend himself from, a friend. Just like that, the engine popped and the trail of fire lead off to the crimson horizon. Lucas didn’t get far before chains of anti-matter shot out of the ground and pulled him to his knees. “What are you up to now you festering cunt…” Lucas cursed under his breath at his captor who though couldn’t be seen, but could surely hear him. Not a moment after he spoke, a Hellmouth opened and the person that walked through made his blood run cold. Hyacinthe had just walked in, and she looked like a cat in a rat factory. She had a lot of payback to make good on, Lucas had been destroying her facilities, messing with her tech. Just a week before his demise, Lucas spent a weekend finding and sabotaging her more invasive experiments. All in a day’s work. Now that day’s work was staring him in the face and ready for thorough and proper recompense. Lucas was put through the wringer, and he had been interrogated by Puritans one time. With the captive beaten and bloodied, black ooze pouring from his cuts, Lucas was released from his chains and fell to the ground. It appeared the madam synth has greatly overestimated her trust in the literal devil. She jumped at the opportunity to finally punch back at the hero that had been pestering her, now she was trapped in the same Hell he was. Their reluctant partnership didn’t last long, it was a stop-gap until one of them figured a way out. It was surreal to fight side by side with Hyacinthe, as opposed to against one another. She was a warrior despite her prim and proper aesthetic, he reluctantly appreciated and maybe even admired that about her. The entire army was slain and just when they thought it was done, a Brood Queen appeared as they tried to make their way deeper into Hell. It was one wild trial, and despite Hyacinthe’s unfamiliarity with the species, she handled herself very well. With a little unconventional teamwork, they overcame the beast. Lucas was wounded and worn, thankfully his reluctant companion healed him before she was ripped away by Mephisto and cast back into her unending mansion. Lucas was alone, again, but thankfully for him it wouldn’t last long. Lucas had been traveling for what felt like weeks, when he wasn’t fighting he was running and mentally Lucas was spent. That was when he felt something shift in the atmosphere, an arrival was being made evident. He felt her before the arrival, Lucas always did when it came to Lenore. It was her otherworldly aura that seemed to permeate the plain of existence before she was actually seen. When she did appear, Lucas fought the overwhelming urge to weep as her arms found him. Their exchange was much, much too brief for his liking. Something about a departure? Where was she going? The rituals of the reapers were far beyond him, but Lucas knew what little he did understand he didn’t like. At all. The matriarch and her dogs appeared, Lucas exchanged venomous words in a desperate attempt to keep Lenore there. To keep her from whatever they had planned for her. There was nothing to be done, he was an ant against the mother’s heel and like that, Lenore was swept away to some other Hell entirely. He was alone. Again. Before Lenore was absconded with, she said he was close, he couldn’t come all this way for nothing. So he continued toward the mountain, it appeared to loom much larger as he drew nearer. Another horde drew near, another battle was inevitable. Was it getting easier? Being down there, fighting the throngs of unholy, was it all becoming engrained in him somehow? He could feel an energy as overbearing as the mountain before him. The closer he drew to the rock face, one energy became two. Mephisto was not going to let him leave, not without a fight. Two words were spoken under Lucas' breath, words of self-encouragement. His voice prickling and crackling with something different, so subtle he didn't even notice it himself. “A̴̗̒l̷̘̐m̶͓͆o̷̦̽s̵͙͆t̵͎̔ ̵̜̊t̸̼͛h̷̩̐ȩ̴͝r̷̢͋ẽ̶̪ “
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01/27/2021 01:56 PM
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Death of Bishop part 2: The Hell Years (Chapter One)
The Hell Years
Chapter One: Hit the Ground Running
Eyes closed, he could feel himself falling. The heat in the atmosphere an unfriendly kind, normally it would just be another source of power, here, it burned like any other fire. Taking it in even felt like poison to his senses of absorption. Breaking through the billowing black clouds, his limbs flailed as he tried to correct his falling position and break his fall. The thud was thunderous and captured the attention of every snarling fiend and under-demon in the immediate area. The rumble of a horde’s charge shook the ground Lucas laid upon like a landing pad. He only remained flat against the ground for 3.21459 seconds but it felt like a week. The crimson cloud-covered sky, veins of bright red lightning darting across the coverage. This was his home now, this was the new cage he found himself in. He almost gave up right there, he almost remained still and let the throngs of unholy consume him. Maybe then he’d finally get some rest. What would they consume, why did he have a body? Was this vessel just a manifestation of his soul or perhaps something more complicated than even that? Sitting up, he checked his holsters, both of his custom 1911 handguns were there. Clenching his fist, neon pink light burst from the closed appendage with furious power. He still had his abilities and firearms. Why? Mephisto, he was playing games. If he was giving him the tools to fight, perhaps he wasn’t so eager to steal away Lucas’ soul just yet. A thought that did not sit well with Lucas despite it encouraging his efforts. 3.21459 seconds before Lucas lept to his feet, just in time to face the leering eyes and gaping maws of the demons. A scrawny ankle biter with something to prove was the first to reach Lucas, it was met with an eye beam that turned the demon into liquid. A bruiser, massive in stature and heavy with muscles knocked Lucas into the crowd with a boulder-like fist. Teeth gnawed and talons ripped as Mephisto’s children fought for their next meal. Uncomfortable twisting of limbs and searing pain from the animalistic attacks, Lucas refused to give them the satisfaction and grit his teeth. The aura of neon pink returned as orchid lightning leaped from Lucas’ body to any demon unfortunate enough to be making contact with his body. Squeals and screeches rang out as the closest of the lot turned to ash, the others left smoldering and equally dead. Left no time to react, he was barraged by another duo of towering creatures with warped and scrawny features and two heads that met at the neck and formed a more singular shape. “Bloody f***ing hell…” It was as if the realization just dawned on him upon viewing the monstrosity, he really was in rock bottom. Surely this was where he belonged, surely. One of the heads had glowing yellow eyes, an invisible slash tearing into Lucas’ flesh across his chest while the body charged. One head seemed to control the body while the other was gifted a different sense of control. Staggered, Lucas retaliated with a clenched fist, his abilities displacing the force around the telekinetic head and amplifying it. The head erupted into a geyser of black blood which caused the main head to screech and cave in. “AGH!!” Lucas felt the searing shock of a dagger-like claw embedding itself in his back, he had lost track of the second two-header. Pulling away as quickly as his injury would allow, Lucas pressed one hand to the wound as it began to glow. While one hand cauterized the wound, the other made a pushing motion that tossed the beast backward twenty feet and impaling it on to a spiked rockface. The creature twitching, until it no longer did. He had to keep moving A mutant battering ram, the neon pink aura protecting Lucas as he barreled through the remaining uglies from the initial group of hellspawn that came to greet him. “Not today ya daft cunts! Not today...” Lucas yelled to the group, spearing the closest of the lot with a vicious tackle to the deep red dirt. He created space with a kinetic push that launched him out of arm’s reach. ‘Arms’ being the important word, this demon appeared to have six, and a female figure at that. This was no demon. “Rita?!” Lucas’ brow raised in disbelief, it was Spiral the six-armed shiva. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?” He almost powered down, before he remembered where he was. ‘I could ask you the same thing.’ She cut to the chase, dashing at Lucas with visceral speed before vanishing. He forgot she could do that, his leering orchid eyes ripped his surroundings apart with two beams of energy. More of a ‘spray and pray’ than a ‘sure shot’ and he yielded no result from the brash effort. Suddenly he felt Spiral plant her feet on his back with considerable force that sent Lucas forward and rolling along the red clay ground. Rebounding, the crouched position not the best for observational capabilities, which was when Xraven brought two fists down on the back of his head. “Bloody hell, not you too…” With a battle cry, Lucas slugged Xraven in the chest and knocked him to the ground. Spiral teleported above him in an attempt to catch Lucas off guard. Catching the assassin by her neck Lucas squeezed with lethal intent. Xraven was about to get up when Lucas brought his booted foot down hard on the back of the clone’s head. The soaked squishing sound of Xkraven’s skull caving in rang out as Spiral tried to scream. Lucas was slipping back into old habits, ruthless killing being one of them. “You! I see you again and you wind up like him! Hear me!?” Lucas pointed with his free hand down at the mutilated man still beneath his foot. Lucas’ arm was covered in claw marks, last-ditch attempts from Spiral to free herself. ‘Not...just...us…’ Spiral spat out before slowly losing consciousness. Lucas in a fit of anger did more than just drop her on the ground, it was more of a rough toss. The horde could be heard stampeding in their direction. Hopefully, the group will be busy feasting on the freshly dead and the currently unconscious. He needed a plan and that, next to the realm of the living, was the furthest thing from him. A cliff face sat in the distance, shelter could prove useful, he could climb to the top when he felt better. If that was even a potentiality. So he tapped into his reserves and converted the power to forward kinetic force, running at super-human speeds. He’d lose one single foot race to Quicksilver five times (at least) but his speed was well beyond what any would call even hyper-athletic. This was a risk/reward scenario, spending this energy meant he wouldn’t have much to heal or defend himself later, but if he didn’t get there quick who knew how many more demons were watching from the shadows waiting for him to stop or slow down before they pounce. A running start was all he needed, Lucas launched himself at the mountain and began to scale it just as a wave of demons crashed against the rockface. Pouring over each other, mauling one another to just attempt to get close to their new prey. Scaling the mounting with leaps, catching himself on the rocks. The mountain was immense, it stretched past the deep red cloudline and probably went considerably higher than that. He climbed for what felt like a full day and it still wasn’t enough to get anywhere near the lightning soaked clouds. Lucas began punching into the mountainside, digging a hole one glowing fist at a time until he broke through. He had broken into some kind of inner chamber, Lucas wondered if this was how it formed naturally but didn’t have the time or energy to dive deeper conceptually. Breaking away a massive piece of rock, he slid it over the hole he came out of leading to the outside. His back against the sheetrock door he had to fashion himself, Lucas sunk down to a seated position. He couldn’t even bring himself to form a plan, what plan was there for Hell? The slashes on his arm from Spiral’s claws began to throb and sting abnormally, something was wrong. A guttural clicking emerged from the black of the cave, wide yellow eyes open. One pair, two pair, three, soon Lucas couldn’t count all the sets of eyes he was seeing. That was when it hit him, Lucas had dug himself into a Brood nest...
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01/21/2021 11:41 PM
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Death of Bishop part 1: King Takes Bishop feat. Wither
King Takes Bishop feat. Wither
Japan was gorgeous, he couldn’t make it over to the island in 2299 so he took the first chance he got… several years after landing in the 21st century. He was a busy man, the team needed him when they didn’t have an isolated sanctuary to call home. Now that Krakoa was in existence and skeeving Lucas the-hell-out, he had some more time. Figures he caught the SHIELD gig not long after leaving the paradise behind, life was funny like that sometimes. Lucas was suiting up every other night, hitting the town in the metallic purple and black, battering the sh*t out of any threat to the city. He did his best to keep to uptown, he respected The Defenders too much to interfere with their well-oiled machine. Two years, two years straight of dedicated heroics without fail all thanks to his mutant abilities backing him up. It was a rough adjustment, being a mask held a completely different code of conduct that came with it. Nevermind being contracted by SHIELD and helping with black ops missions when he wasn’t being Missulena. His biggest bust came when he took down Chameleon’s latest plot to take over both Fisk Industries and Roxxon simultaneously. Later that week, he assisted Clint and Natasha in a covert recon mission on Latverian soil; it was the first time in a long time Lucas felt comfortable. It had been far too long since he held a firearm in his hands. Though it was nice to be in the comfortable shoes of a potential firefight, he was really taking to hero work.
His Fury-sanctioned reprieve was only a couple days so there would be no waiting for a flight, not a commercial one anyway. Taking off with his bag over his arm, a hot pink streak shooting across the sky with a confident speed he never thought he’d attain considering how uneasy flying used to make him feel. Now, even at these high speeds, the wind didn’t bother his eyes anymore. The trip didn’t even take that long, half an hour wasn’t bad for the novice. Touching down on a rooftop of Kushori port, he smiled brightly. He still had a little bit to go before he hit his first city but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his first moments on the faraway land.
Lucas didn’t get to do so much as touch the ground before he heard a massive explosion in the distance. "Bloody f***ing hell, I haven’t even seen my first arcade yet." He took a charged leap from his landing point to an adjacent roof. Skipping a building here or there with a massive powered jump. Coming up on the commotion, there was a shipment being interrupted and potentially absconded with. He wasn't on the clock or have his costume, but what the hell, when's the next time he'll get to fight crime in Japan right? So Lucas sighed, dropping his bag on the warehouse roof and stretching momentarily. Tossing himself off the roof he landed not far from the epicenter of the issue.
Landing just before the imploded cab of the freight truck, he didn't need to do much of an inspection to know the driver was dead. “Goddammit,” he sighed and turned to the only other living person at the incident site. “(What the bloody hell is goin on here exactly?)” Lucas’ cerebral implant assisted Lucas in the phonetic translation. The words and phrasing were correct, it just came out much slower than the pace of a fluid speaker. A long shadow casting down the pavement by the flaming wreckage, the stranger’s silhouette was strange, it was a rather unique costume choice, to say the least. That was when the energy of the man stole his attention away from the scene itself. “(Mate, what are you?)” Lucas had never encountered someone with a ‘quirk’ before, and Shigaraki was about to leave one hell of a first impression.
Deceptively quick was the stranger, before Lucas knew it, he was staring down the projectile part of the RPG. Ripping the energy from the wreck’s flames, fueling a burst of speed Lucas used to close the distance between him and Mr. Hands. Irises and hands glowing wildly with neon orchid, the powered punch connected with the chin of the pale assailant. The weapon clattered to the ground and Lucas ignored it entirely, focussing on the strange man. “So what’s your gimmick, hand fetish? Is touch your strongest sense?” Lucas was kidding, the dry and bothersome sense of wit still dripping off him. Kneeling down to inspect the stranger, he let his guard down and caught a hand himself. “Yeah. It is.” The stranger said as he grasped the fabric cladding the mutant soldier. “I have a killer grip.” The hold on his shirt wasn’t impressive, its effect however was surprising. Fading into dead flakes, the homemade X-men shirt peeling away into nothing. “AGH!” Lucas pulled his arm away, the skin deteriorating and flaking until muscle and tendon were revealed. “That-...that’s not good.” His body was desperately trying to counter the effect of the man’s touch crawling up his arm.
Launching himself backward in an attempt to create distant, searing pain ripping up his arm. The uncorrupted arm extended, an open palm firing in the direction of the assailant. *VORMM VORMM VORMM* the projectiles blasted forth with a loud distorted sound with every neon pink orb launched. The situation was slipping from his grasp, but Lucas had a couple of plans brewing in the back of his mind. All the while trying to negate whatever effect was taking place across his left arm. Nothing was working and if he wasn’t quick he’d lose the whole damn thing. Lucas would take no chances, after the devastating effect of just one touch he knew that distance would be a welcome ally. Rocketing into the air, his vision blurring as focus became a resource his body couldn’t afford. Before he knew it, the sound of the launching warhead caused Lucas to turn, dreadfully familiar energy emitting from the missile as it drew dangerously close. It was an anti-matter payload, a volatile material that when made explosive had energy-zapping properties. There was no time to react, no time to think, the flash of white light was all Lucas could perceive. He didn’t even hear the blast.
It's funny, Bishop had died before, three times if he remembered correctly. The first time, his ability of energy absorption was entirely overwhelmed in a fight with Bastion. All to save Gambit and Cable, worth it, but it was by far the worst pain he had ever endured. It felt like being ripped from the inside out, while being on fire. Definitely the worst.
The second time… the second time is a long story. Cliff notes, his quest to keep the timeline from reaching his future drove him to insanity. Chasing Cable and baby Hope across time. Would you kill a child to save millions? Lucas tried to, died trying. Alone on an Earth with a red sun, 6700 AD. Hacked tech infecting his brain, like lightning combing through his skull. He really hoped he could just rest after that. No such luck.
This wasn't so bad all things considered. Oh, it was agony, unadulterated anguish that seemed to exist inside him as well as all around. It was instant at least, reducing him to atoms without so little as the smallest trace left. Anti-matter was quite effective on Lucas, it was the high powered magnet to his body's hard drive. They just didn't mix.
The sound explosion was meager, everything else not so much. With a sky-covering light from the blast was a bright, hot red hue. The aftershock was absolutely monumental, with a clap strong enough to warp the metal of every nearby structure. The crack of the sound barrier being broken was so loud it quieted the immediate area long after it passed. Everything immediately underneath the explosion buckled with its force and split the docks with a small army of immense fissures.
And just like that, Lucas Bishop was wiped from the face of the planet.
|| I want to thank Wither (1624593) for co-writing this with me, I had so much fun working on this with them. I have wanted to kill Bishop for so long, to see how I would do that old comic troupe of the death and return of a character. Check out the events from his perspective in his drabble. Give him an add maybe to seek revenge, maybe to buy him a drink as a token of appreciation. Regardless he’s talented and deserves the love.
Part 2 will be coming soon, whenever it’s ready.
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04/10/2020 05:14 PM
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Seven Word Prompts
Impact Web: "You always seem to leave me speechless." "Easy Riley, flattery will get you almost everywhere," Lucas said through a chuckle, bending and stretching on the rooftop in full costume. The black and purple a nice contrast to Ben's red and blues. A siege on a diamond store by Electro, Ock, Tombstone, AND Jackal? No problem for the Scarlet Spider and....whatever Lucas was going by at the time. "I'm thinking about going by Missulena..." He broke the silence with his name reveal. In all honesty, he was nervous. 'Silk', 'Scarlet Spider', 'Arana', 'Arachne', hell even the simplicity of 'Spider-Woman' had a ring to it that his didn't. Peter had been dead for several months now. With Ben here now, he wasn't so alone which was nice. That said, it was a different kind of pressure when a real spider was around to show him how it's done. The comradery was welcome overall, maybe if he stuck around they could be friends. With him being out of the X-men, friends were sparse. He had a hard time getting close to the local heroes. Matt, Stephen, Lucas, Jessica; all of them were busy with the seedy underbelly just as he was. Looking over at Ben, Lucas' mask curled with a smirk. For the time being, he would enjoy his new friend. "Race ya to Time's Square. Let's see what other trouble we can shake loose eh?" OF DARK DESIGN: "Tell me we're doing the right thing. I think I'm going crazy without you." How was he supposed to respond, he knew damn well that the answer was muddied in the murky waters of their affiliations. It was only a matter of time before they weren't gazing at each other with loving eyes. Instead, they'd be glaring at one another from across a battlefield. Did they remain and circle the drain until they're swept away and forced apart by the violent tide. Their time together was beyond enjoyable. Lucas never had anyone to experience the current time the way he did. Not many instances of time travelers these days. In time they became so entwined the line between their allegiances was blurred to the point of barely existing. Now he was pushing her away, because that's what he did. Got close to someone he shouldn't go anywhere near, and now came the time for forced separation. Between her charms and her magic, Uru was trouble on legs, trouble he was dying to get into. The rain poured, drenching them and obscuring the city beyond his vision of her. That was how it had been the past couple weeks with Uru, a whirlwind of fire and passion that turned the world into a swirl of nothingness. He wasn't going anywhere, she was another Death Bird. That siren song far, far too enticing to turn away. If they would burn, they'd burn together. Thedarkcorners: "I'm not the person I once was." "None of us are, Love. That's the whole point of growing." Lucas poured himself a hefty glass of whiskey. Another glass was pulled from his shelf and was subsequently filled equally as much. His massive paw of a hand capturing both as he carried the precious cargo. Setting Karen's down at the coffee table in front of her. "If I was still the same guy, I'd be running and gunning across 2299 with nothing but my best friend and first love beside me. As nice as that sounds, me being here is necessary. I've found a new purpose, and for it, I'm better." A strong sip was taken, visions of his friends and family flashing before his mind. The whiskey buried the memories in a smoldering liquid burn. "I say if we don't change, we aren't doing enough. That said, I'm a mutant, my entire existence revolves around change. So maybe I'm a little bias." They had experienced what some would call a rough night, learning more about one another than maybe Lucas or Karen would've liked. His identity revealed, her extracurricular activities exposed to some extent. The question was whether or not they remained in this dark moment, stagnant and frozen. Or would they move forward, grow; would they change? Only time would tell, but regardless, something was needed to be done. Vampira: "What about all this is funny?" Lucas' smile was one of somber acceptance accompanied by a weak chuckle. The swirling of colors that his hands barely contained. It was the most he had ever held in his grasp. He had warped the portal into a small sphere, bright light pouring from between his fingers. Everything jostled and vibrated with energy begging to be released. The Hell-mouth was within his hold and everything threatened to rip him atom by atom. They barely made it out, Hell's minions clawing at their backs. All this for his soul, and he was about to lose that to save Vampirella. He was just one of so many mutants, who would miss him? She was a true individual, the kind that needed to be preserved and allowed to flourish. He was so lost in just the sight of her that he almost forgot to respond. "I always seem to get myself killed. I don't know if I want to come back this time Vam...I'm so f***ing tired..." The hue in his irises grew dim, but he had one last act of kindness in him. A burst of color returned to his eyes, using his kinetic force to shove Vampirella back through the way they came so long ago. The entrance collapsing, separating them in perpetuity. "Alright Mephisto, you sandpaper cunt. I'm coming for you, get ready for the worst roommate of your f***ing life." Expelling all the energy he had, using it to seal the portal. Everything shook with the ferocity of an apocalypse as his body turned to ash, and the still undisturbed energy of a closed portal was all that remained. Lucas Bishop was no more, a sacrifice to save the queen of the Vampires. DeathBitch: "I hate knowing we have to hide." Lucas looked over at Max, the dark lighting of the club perfect cover for both him and her. "Oh Max," it pained him to hide from her. She knew he was a 'Domestic Peace Keeper working with SHIELD'. Was that true? Yes. Was it all the details, obviously not. With information came danger and he couldn't put Max in that position. He had never fraternized quite so intensely with a human before. Mutants were all he had been surrounded by for years, and now there was...her. His eyes scanned the dark energy-laced place. Human, human, human, him and Max appeared to be safe. Expelling a sigh of relief, he turned back to Max, his patent grin on his lips. He had a thought, a special kind of thought that maybe should remain locked away. A warm, gentle hand found the small of her back. A brave move by the rookie but it was fair game by their standards. The bartender came with their fourth round? Fifth? It was getting hard to tell especially when he was a lightweight. The music was loud so he drew her close, the music wasn't that loud but goodness knew he couldn't resist. "Hey-... I uh, I wanna tell you something..." Lucas took a breath and considered maybe going somewhere else. Naturally, that was when several men stood up and drew guns. Their steel brandished instantly and the warning shot could be heard throughout the building. The music was still going but everyone was stock still. A pit grew in Lucas' stomach as he placed himself in front of Max, his eyes blaring with a bright orchid shade. The truth would have to wait, it was time to get to work.
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03/09/2020 08:57 PM
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Homecoming part 3
 “Nothing will ever be, ever be, the same when you’re finished…” - ‘Oddlook’ by Kavinsky feat. The Weeknd
Homecoming part 3
Breaking through the slums he was now moving toward a building he didn’t recognize. The hands gripped his shoulders, a caress to them that eased him slightly. The ominous and extravagantly designed building was bellowing with the same incomprehensible voice. The beckoning only grew louder with every step he took, his new opponent the only thing in his way. Seldom whoever else was inside guarding that building. No way a place like that was vacant.
The mech whirred with a low drone, cannons and rockets loading, propulsion systems kicked on. A heavy step let its new footing and readied to attack. Bishop was through with this night as a whole. Taken from his home, tossed back into his nostalgic sense of dystopia. All for what? What was the purpose of this temporal house arrest? What was the reason for this impromptu homecoming? His answers were in the double-sided pyramid before him; behind the unmanned mech. He had no time for this.
Using the kinetic energy generated by the snap of his fingers, Lucas multiplied the force and fed it straight into his reserves. He vanished in a dash forward that left a blur of the orchid shade Lucas was known for. A shade the entire city seemed to be draped in, almost purposefully. This was his destination, and the bucket of circuits before him wasn’t going to stop him now. Whoever was sending out these things wasn’t very bright, or they were giving him less to do the closer he got. Why? Bishop was tired of asking, it was time for answers.
Bursting through the mech like it was made of paper, Lucas didn’t break his gait for a second. Every hammering step of his sprint leaving a flaming footstep in his wake. Lucas was no stranger to swashbuckling, the old smash and grab was something he was rather good at. This facility would be his stage and the only audience member that mattered was the one Lucas didn’t know he had. Blowing the reinforced doors clean off their placements, Lucas trucked the first armed guard he saw and kept going, the others raised to take aim but couldn’t fire. Too much tech in their firearms, Lucas never understood that, he would upgrade his rounds before the machine itself for this exact reason. Every guard that entered his invisible field of heat zapping energy would suffer the effects of severe hypothermia. The armored men collapsed and left a trail of shivering convulsing husks on the floor.
Finally, he reached the staircase to the chamber, the song weighing heavy on him now. The final obstacle was one he couldn’t overcome, a sense of defeat washing over him in a frigid blanked. The source of all of this was sealed behind within a massive chamber of antimatter. How could he come all this way just to fail? Just to be left without the answers he nearly died for. Just then, panels in the obsidian material began to peel themselves back and make a doorway for him. What Lucas saw nearly broke him, but in time he managed to finally take his steps into the isolated room.
The only reason he recognized her was the hum of her core from so close and nothing more. Whoever was in charge of this operation had done so much to his oldest friend and first love, she was barely recognizable. After Lucas’ sister Shard had died, they found each other and kept one another safe. Took on jobs both illicit and otherwise across the country and even a few planets. Nox showed Lucas that darkness hadn’t enveloped the entire planet yet. There were still pockets of bright that needed to be salvaged. Whether that was the lives of others or a huge score you just can’t say no to. She became his pocket of light, they fell in love, he helped run her crew of misfits. The years spent helping him understand his abilities, teaching him what fending for yourself really meant in 2299. Now here she was, a shell of the Nox he knew. A speck of the woman that once was his entire universe.
Kneeling at the encasement her captors had rigged, the finest in preservation tech. Whoever this was, they found out Nox had found what the modern cyborg was lacking and discovered the closest thing to the intellectual singularity that had been found yet. Here she was, his Queen serving as nothing more than a UI for their operations. A human-AI hybrid so powerful even her captors didn't fully grasp her capabilities; able to orchestrate a final goodbye through time and space.
All this time Lucas thought it was a song, a chorus repeating in his ear to drive him forward. It wasn’t even her voice, it was just a message on loop. Nox’s wider consciousness lost to the formatting and changes forced upon her by the mysterious captors. She was able to square away the smallest part of herself, a protocol for when the time came to bring the whole building down. One last desperate ploy to see Lucas again, and for him to see her. Closure, to know what happened when he left, for better or for worse. She knew he hated to wonder. His hand against the glass, the closest he could afford to get, he might as well be back in 2020. Soon.
Amethyst tears fell from his hanging head, singeing the surface of the floor. He wept like he did the day Shard died, his agony lodged so tightly in his chest he couldn’t breathe. He had saved a form of his future from certain destruction, but did he condemn his love to this? The message said a lot, but it ended with him needing to reactivate her time displacement tech. When he did and was sent back through the hallways of time, she would self destruct and bring everything down with her. When he left, it would kill her, and even in the state Nox was preserved in; the idea of that burned his very soul. His chest heaved, raising his head like a man saying goodbye to the sun. His life carrying a new kind of darkness from that day forward. The shining bright light returned to his eyes. “I love you…” his voice faltered with emotion, the whirr of her core kicked on and the white burst of light surrounded him.
Manhattan 2020: Lucas’ apartment
Appearing in the same flash he left in, still doubled over on the floor in agony. Closed fists slamming into the dark wood floor. Splinters shooting from the sledge-like impact site. One wasn’t enough, another glowing fist hammered the floor in unadulterated rage. The only strength he had left was for catharsis; the travel, combat, and emotional drain overwhelming him. He’d call Walters in the morning, he wasn’t going into the office tomorrow.
“Cause time can take this endless love and escape, just end it. Just end it.” -‘Always Do’ by Annuals (Such Fun)
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