Dr. Stephen Strange's Story

A single light in the ceiling came into focus as the man sat up on a harsh bed. His head was ringing, and the room looked unfamiliar. "Uggh where am I?" the man muttered out loud, running a hand through short well groomed hair and over a small patch of finely maintained facial hair. He tried to think about how he got here and was startled to realize that not only could he not remember how he got here, he couldn't remember who he was, or anything.

Standing up with a slight panic he spoke quickly to himself "Okay, whats going on?" as he took a look around everything. He was in a bland windowless room, there was a simple harsh bed, a single light hung from the ceiling, a simple sink and odds are, a bathroom was over the side. There was a second cot with someone laying under a blanket on it. He was wearing nice clothes, obviously well tailored to fit him, and realized he oddly felt naked, like he was missing something important. His neck felt light, like there used to be something hanging from it.

With a sigh, he looked around the room and frowned. "Where am I?"

Of all the Superhero's imprisoned by the Dark Entity this well groomed man concerned him the most, being close to himself in power and abilities. He was also well aware that a simple cell constructed of a particular material or substance would not be sufficient in keeping this man imprisoned indefinitely.

Each cell had been contracted individually and with special properties which would keep each specific inmate confined, and although the Doctor's cell had its own unique properties, it would not hold up to persistence barrages of destructive influences upon it.

For this reason the Dark Entity implanted the notion of an inescapable prison into Dr. Strange's subconscious mind, in order to keep him secured away.

The man paced around the room, mind racing about his situation. From what he could tell he was in a cell with no chance of escape, no window or door that could be perceived, if so how did he get in here? His head hurt just thinking about it. None of this made sense, he couldn't remember anything. With a defeated yawn, he sat back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Was there anything he could do?

]"Do not despair my enigmatic friend, we are all incognito here. This place seems unassailable by any means of force or exertion." said a voice from the other room. The man sat up quickly, maybe he wasn't alone? The first voice was quickly followed by another voice, this one frantic, like an animal who did not belong in a cage.

"Calm sir! You are not alone, seems there are at least three of us in here" the man said, suddenly excited.

"Words can not express the comfort I feel hearing the voice of another person." he said witha relieved sigh. "I would introduce myself, but I fear that I find myself incapable of remembering anything, so for now I'll be Mr. Blue, on account of the color of my clothes." He said trying to remain calm.

"My room is windowless, doorless, and I appear to share it with another person who is still asleep under a blanket, I assume at least." He said scratching his chin. "I would wake him but I fear upsetting someone whose identity I am completely unaware of."

Leaning his head back against the wall he hears the voice coming from, the man let out a sigh "So tell me, what do you know of your situation? Lest of course you are just my keeper, intent on mocking me in my imprisonment." he said with a smirk and a chuckle.

A third voice emanated from the opposite wall. This one while maintaing that air of intelligence did not hold that smokey eerieness of the first.

"My names Clark and I'm not your jailor. Trust me. I just want to know where we are and how we got here... If your having trouble with your memory too that can't be a coincidence."

Clark said stepping away from the wall. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration and a hint of anger. It seemed now that his memory was not just lost but stolen. The concept of being robbed of his past and everyone in it caused the Man of Steel to clench his fists.

"If whoever put us here stole our memory something tells me we aren't the bad guys. I just can't justify tampering with someones mind."

"Atleast you know your own name, that is a blessing" the man said looking around.

"I think logically we can determine that either A. We have done something wrong, B. are extremely dangerous or important, C. angered someone important or dangerous, or D. we are insane." He said counting on his fingers. "Atleast those seem the most likely of possible reason we are trapped in here unable to remember anything."

"I can only hope that whom ever has us trapped with reveal himself or bring us food soon." He said with a sarcastic laugh. "At least they left me a bathroom."

The Hybrid groggily opened his eyes, acutely aware of a shining, bright, light. He sat up, examining the room around him, feeling as though he had been asleep for a very, very long time. The room was white. A pure white, which seemed to be a form of marble. He examined the wall in front of him more, and realised something very strange about his room. Written on the wall were three words, that the Hybrid could not seem to remember. They were Brock, Edward and Venom.

The Hybrid decided to get up and examine his cell, hoping to understand and study more of his environment before calling for other people. He stood up, and tried to walk to the other end of the room....but his foot was chained to the wall, limiting the Hybrid movement. He was puzzled. How did he get here? What was going on? The Hybrid racked his mind, searching for WHY he was here, and what had happened. And then the Hybrid was given another puzzle. He had no idea. He didnt understand what was happening. He searched and searched his mind for answers, only coming up with four images: A woman with Red Hair, a crawling, Alien beast with Red Hair, a black pool that seemed like it was alive, and a face. A blonde, green eyed face, which the Hybrid immediately asserted was his own. He smiled, finally relieved he had remembered something, and sat back down.

A voice spoke to him, though it didnt sound like a physical voice. It was a voice from within himself, Alien, bestial, and he could only just understand it...

"Your name is Brock Edwards. I am Venom. We are prisoners....though I know not why. I am your ascension, and you are my host. Find out if any other humans are around, and if they are, earn their trust......Hybrid. We are Venom, and we WILL get out of here."

Somehow, Brock felt compelled to follow this voices command, as though it were a part of him and he were simply an observer. However, Brock asserterted the voice was right, and called out to anyone who might be listening.

"Our name, is...Brock Edwards. Is anyone here? Does anyone know whats going on?"

Clark heard the commotion outside and rose to his feet but was intent on listening to the man in the cell beside him.

"I have a door or at least what looks like a door. There's no handle."

Clark said as he turned from the door to the wall. He pressed his hands against them and slid them up and down looking for a break in the wall.

"Sorry Mr. Blue, the thing seems pretty solid. Unless there's a sledge hammer in here I don't know about there's no way either of us are smashing our way out of here."

Kent said in frustration. He wished he could just breatk through the walls.

The man let out a sigh "Well I didn't doubt we could escape under these circumstances, but was more wondering if you could see my 'wall' from your door." he said making a dismissive hand gesture for no one to see.

"So I guess we are stuck here for a while, anyone know any good jokes or stories?" he said flopping down onto the bed, his back to the wall he could hear his neighbor through.

"So many interesting things to play with and all the time in the universe at my disposal." The Dark Entity thought it the perfect time to begin the games, in the first set of games he would pluck three inmates from their cells and place them in an arena.

He would restore to one of them their power, but not their memory, nor the knowledge of how to utilize what they have been gifted. The others he would keep in their current state of confusion.

At that moment three Superheros were pulled from their cells to reappear in the center of partially destroyed arena. Captain America, Spider-woman and Venom now stand within the marble ruins. Parker finds herself near a rack, holding an assortment of brutish looking weapons.

Brock is left without any means of defense, while Captain America has had his belongings returned to him-Minus the knowledge of their significance.

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As the three warriors stood within the ancient arena Clark and Kassidy were transported from their cells to reappear at opposite ends of a small Ghost town somewhere in the Midwest United States.

More weapons were provided for this second set of test subjects-Strewn and hidden all around the town for each to discover and utilize. Those inmates still within their cells were provided with familiar surroundings to see how they might react to suddenly-Seemingly-Being freed from their chambers.

The Hulk remained in his cramped cell.

These beings were a constant source of entertainment for the Dark Entity, Superman was particuarly amusing, his ignorant assumption that the sunlight which was now beating down upon him was actually somehow beneficial.

It obviously had not dawned on him that the sun was not restoring his power-It was the influence of his captor. The Dark being felt it the right time to reveal some portion of himself-Though shadowed and distorted-Not wanting the reality of his true visage to restore the memories which he had stolen.

Superman was standing just outside a small ruined building with his face cast to the sunlit sky, as he tried to soak up the radiation from the burning yellow ball above him-Artificiality be damned.

Captain America, Brock and Parker stopped their in-fighting to witness the tremendous display of their captors form.

Stephen Strange was astonished by the sudden and unexpected disappearance of the building in which he stood, particularly since the shelves, furniture and books all remained within the now invisible inner walls of the structure.

The reveal had blotted out the artificial sun from the artificially created realms in which each had been cast. The massive form, which reached mind-boggling heights, now loomed over their realms.

The Man woke up, suprised to find he was in a clear room, looking over what appeared to be floating islands. He wore no clothes, and he had a beard growing on his face. His glass room span, showing the man different islands. One looked like a scene straight out of an old Western, with a Red Beast stealthily crawling up to a man, basking in the sun. He tried to tell the man roaring in his cage, but his cries seemed to fall on deaf ears. The room span again, and he was overlooking what seemed to be a battle between a man dressed in Blue, Red and White, holding a shield, a red haired, beautiful woman, and a Black Monster not dissimilar to the one he saw earlier. He stared at the Man with the Shield, remembering him from somewhere.....but where, the Man thought.

He racked his brains, thinking where he knew them from, and then realism...
He did not remember anything.

The room span again, sending the man whirling through space, and he saw a black creature standing tall over its Islands. The Man tried desperately to remember anything, his name, a face, anything, but nothing came to him. He was nameless. Soon, his cell flew, and he saw a miniature Library in space, with clear walls and a man dressed in Blue inside it, reading one of his books. Maybe he knows me, the Man thought. Maybe he knows why we're here...

The Man called, shouting, frustrated and angry, but calmly enough to convey the intelligence in his voice to the man.

"HEY! YOU, IN THE BLUE SHIRT!!! WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!? DO YOU KNOW ME!? DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE ARE!?

And then the Man waited for a response, hoping the man would listen....
(The Man in the Blue Shirt is supposed to be Dr Strange, or Dr Blue as he's called at the moment)

Stark sighed in frustration at Blues comment, and began to pace the room, thinking of a way to get out of this damn cell. He scoured his mind for something that was familiar. He suddenly remembered, a massive tower, huge. Then, a garage flashed to his mind, filled with sports cars, and vintage cars, all with custom spray jobs. Various women's faces cropped into his mind, blondes, brunettes, and gingers. Then, he saw a red and gold suit, more high tech than anything he had seen. But it felt familiar, like it was a part of him.....

Then, his cell was transformed into a larger room, and much closer to blues. Stark also seemed to be wearing clothes, and he finally noticed the metal thing in his chest, which he thought was not normal. He was only wearing black jeans, but at least he was decent now. He was awed at the room. The walls were still transparent, but there were loads of cars, and suits, all different colors. Computers dotted the room, as well as various equipment. The room made Stark extremely happy, like it was all a part of his history. He grinned at the old classics, and the new super-vehicles, and was even more awed at the iron suits, all different colors, but the one that impressed Stark the most was the one colored like a classic Hot Rod. My kinda suit, Stark thought. Then he was hit with a thought.

"Mr Blue, the rooms seem to pray on what we find familiar, try and think of a bridge, maybe we can finally meet. My room feels so...normal. Like a part of me. Lets try and meet. Something is very wrong here."

He climbed into a car, and began too try and create a bridge to Blue's cell...

Suddenly the Man of Steel was no longer in that abandoned town with the howling beast coming for him but instead was standing in a semi circle with five strangers. A man with a finally stylized goatee and expensive clothing. A woman with bright red hair and wild eyes. A wicked looking beast with a lashing tongue. The last was an intelligent looking man in blue. Several feet away was a massive grey skinned giant. The hulking figure loomed with a body thick with muscle. The creature stood there unmoving, is brutish gaze unflinching. The giant and the black skinned monster immediately registered as a threat to Clark and something inside him screamed at him that he'd have to protect the others from them.

The man found himself immediately in a different room, in a semi circle with various different beings. Quickly he took measure of them, not sure if friend or foe, warden or prisoner. There was a man who looked similar to him, but slightly younger and had some sort of blue light in his chest, a tall strongly built man with dark hair, a beautiful but dangerous looking red headed woman. Then the other two caught him off guard, a large black skinned creature with an abnormally long tongue and huge teeth and a colossal grey skinned beast all muscle.

The man froze instantly, unsure what to do, he felt his hands twitch as if wanting to spring into some action he couldn't remember.

"I'm not threat to any of you, I'm the one calling himself Mr. Blue..." He said in an attempt to keep his voice calm as he slowly took two steps backwards away from the group.

(Ok, my first post as Iron Man. I'm assuming he doesn't have his suit yet...)

Stark blinked, but in this time, he was transported into a circle with various others. He only recognized one, Blue. Among the others, there was a brute-ish looking monster, another monster with a abnormally long tongue, a red-headed beauty, and another man. For now, he was unsure of how to register these other beings, but obviously, the brute and the other monster were classified as a threat. Though for the time being, Stark wouldn't try anything, not that he could.....

[[OOC: enjoy dude its awesome! Also if a fight breaks out I hope its ok for a bit of Supes power to come back. Nothing drastic, promise.]]

Acting on instinct to protect those around him Clark leapt at the monster ready to throw a punch to its jaw for all the good it would do. Amazingly the massive grey creature had surged forward pinning the black skinned beast to the floor. Clark skidded to a stop inches away from where the creature now lay, immobilized on the brutish beasts hand. With the aggressive black monster no longer a threat Clark took a few quick steps back before warning the others.

"Everybody get back, now! If these things want to slug it out, let them but do it from a safe distance."

"You sure are strange." Stark laughed, completely oblivious to the truth in what he said. "I can only assume that whatever it is that did this to us, did it out of fear, otherwise they wouldn't be toying with our emotions, minds...whatever....This of course, is only an assumption and should be taken as so." he rested his head on his knuckles and lost himself in thought for a brief moment.

"Maybe, we should focus on one thing first, like....like why they did this, not how. There's got to be a reason. Did we cause harm to others and we're in some sort of prison? Or maybe it's something else. Something 'evil' and we're victims?...." he sighed. "There's too many variables to reach an absolute conclusion yet." dove back into his thoughts for a second before perking up. "But!...But, we are regaining some memories, are we not? It's possible that we'll be able to figure this out just by waiting. Though I'd suggest that we not kill each other until we figure out what's really going on." he finished giving off his theories and advice and gazed upwards into the darkness.

Suddenly, his head pounded as if a train just plowed into it. Multiple images flashed through his mind at rapid speeds. A few slowed just long enough to get a clear view of. Images of the suits he had previously seen and of the device in his chest were the more prominent ones. Maybe they were related to each other somehow? It was impossible to know for certain, but it was another theory. As if he didn't have enough. For now, he'd have to assume that that was the case, but even so, it didn't help him find out what caused this.

[[hehehe oh man yes it was. One of my favorite scenes sir. I take you giggled at the part where Hulk layethed the ever lovin smack down on Loki???? ;] ]]

Clarks gaze flicked from the Giant to Brock. Despite Brocks apology he couldn't help but agree with the big guy. Someone like that was dangerous and he'd have to keep an eye on him. Luckily right now he was calm so Kal-El could put his mind to brainstorming with the others. The genius giant had mentioned something about unlocking our unconscious and the correlation between our pasts and our own personal hardships. Clark's mind drifted back to the images he'd seen during the attack by Venom. The woman mysterious woman. The man bat. The bald man. Obviously people from his past that held deep emotional ties for him. Clark crossed his arms over his chest as he began to think aloud hoping it would help the group.

"I think the big guy might be on to something. When our friend here tired to turn me into lunch I started seeing things. Like snap shots of who I was before. They worked like emotional triggers somehow I think. Without those quick flashbacks I doubt I would've been able to do that."

He said with a thumb behind him at the caved in, Venom sized, crater in the wall.

Taking a deep breath, the man looked up at that group, "I agree, the moment things got hostile, I felt like there was something I should be doing, words I should be speaking, and things I should be doing with my hands, but I just can't remember what..." he said with a frown.

"I apologize for that out burst, apparently I don't like feeling this out of control." he said as he felt again that small weight at his neck, a feeling of metal, but quickly gone. "I feel like the answer is just at the tip of my tongue, but can't get it into words."

Through time and space the Eye of Agamotto struggled against the titan dark entity, poking and proding trying to find its way to its owner, its master, its rightful heir. However, this was the realm of the Dark Entity and here his power was all but absolute. The Eye itself realized it would not be able to force it's way in, and would have to wait for a moment the Dark One let its guard down.