Spider man (Dark)'s Story

A dark figure lurked in the corner of a small, windowless room, dark, red hair falling in her face. Her body was curved, skinny arms wrapped around her legs. Raising her head, she blinks hard, her ears tuning into some voices and she shakes her head a slight bit.

Parker listens to the other voices and rolls her eyes, "Those of you screaming and worrying, I assume that kind of attitude wont get us very far." Her voice is cold, dark.

She shakes her head a bit more, trying to rid of the horrible headache that banged in her skull. She wracked her brain for some little indication of where, or who she was. She knew she was female... That was obvious... She was sure she had a name, but... Who... What....

Cautiously standing, she walks over, footsteps quiet and silent as she walks over to the door, there was a small crack where the door and the floor were and she sits on her knees, resting her head on the ground, trying to see through the small crack.

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?"

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

Parker turns to the voice and she sits up, "I am... And, sorry, Brock," She sighs, running a hand through her hair, "I'm afraid I have no idea what is going on... I don't even remember my own name...Or how I got here..."

She sighs, looking around her cell and standing, pacing the 11 by 11 space, maybe that would get some memories flowing...

Brock listened to Parker. He heard her silent footsteps. He heard her speak, the slight changes of tone in her voice. He heard her sigh, even though it was subtle and bearly audible. And Brock, when he listened closely enough, heard her heart beat.

He spoke to the female voice, quiet, calm, but frustrated and obviously confused.

"Parker, I remember nothing either. I only know my name because....well, I think I may have scratched it into the wall for me to remember. We need to find a way out of here." He paused, waiting for her change in heart rate, hoping for her to calm down. When she did, Brock continued. "Parker, I am in a marble room, with a bright white light. I cannot see where the light is coming from. I am also chained to the wall, for some insane reason. Someone obviosly thinks I am dangerous...... What about you? Can you move? Can you see anything?" Brock finished his sentence, hoping Parker had some useful information, maybe something thatt could escape...

He then was hit with a sudden realisation: he was wearing no clothes. He felt embarrased, and disgusted at this realisation, and wished for clothes.....

"We need clothes..." the quiet, alien voice stated.

Slowly, a Black Liquid flowed over Brock, creating a white T-Shirt, black jeans, white trainers, and a black leather jacket for him to wear. Brock was amazed, but terrified. Who was Venom?

Suddenly, he heard a slam from Parker's room.

"What was that!? Are you ok Parker!?" the blonde host called, hoping that the female nearby was safe...

Parker turns towards the cells, "Hold on, guys." She says to her first cellmate -- Brock.

She looks around, up, or down...

With a shake of her head, she went with her gut, and begins to jog down the stairs, which seemed to wind, and spin. She stops at a hallway and her hair falls in her face as she stops suddenly to another hallway.

"Hello?" She calls out, wondering if anyone could hear her.

"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.

Suddenly, Venom felt his a harsh pain clamp down in his head, transforming him into a Human inexplicably and randomnly. His huge bulk melted away, all the black goo flowing back INSIDE Brock. He watched himself in the shiny metallic surface as he transformed into a normal human, clad in his normal clothes. A screech resounded through his head, a scream of what could only be Venom, obviously unhappy at the random and confusing transformation. When the screaming stopped, Brock looked at his reflection.

"What the hell happened?" he asked himself. "Was that Venom.....or me?".

However, it seemed Brock was not going to be given time to recover, or time to understand what had happened to him, and was blinded by a blue flash of intense, ocean-coloured light, throwing him into a swirling abyss, before the blue and black swirling dissipated to reveal the ruins of what Brock could only describe as a destroyed arena, with strange pictures on the walls around him, and collapsed marble pillars all over the place. Brock decided the place reminded him of a mixture of a Colloseum and a temple, and it looked Greek, or Roman. He was awed, ready to explore the new place. And then he heard two sounds.

One heartbeat, belonging to an extremely strong human male. And, he recognised the heartbeat of Parker. Suddenly, Brock was confused on what to do. Did he seek out the other amnesiacs, or did he he run away. Choosing the latter, Brock charged into the ruins, hoping to escape Parker and the male, and maybe even discovering what the hell was going on.

Parker finds herself near a rack, holding an assortment of brutish looking weapons. She stares at them for a moment, tilting her head and picking up a ball and chain, examining it for a moment. Her bloodied knuckles gripped onto the sturdy pole and she lifts it, surprisingly with little effort. She becomes confused by this and takes in her surroundings, her dark blue eyes scanning the area.

Parker raises her head as she hears Brock running the other way and waits, the feeling was strange, cold winds whipped across the arena, dark clouds seemed to loom over the colorless ruins. She could feel that same presence she had felt when the cell walls had fallen away for her and brought her down the stairs.

She could feel others too, but they all seemed very fuzzy, and far away from her. Shaking her head, she blinked hard, waiting to be back in the cell, because she knew that no matter where she went in this weird, warped realm, that she would always end up back in her cell. The small 11 by 11 cell, the one thing she figured she could call her safe zone.

Parker was still holding the spiked ball and chain when she was suddenly transported to the same location and presented before the awestruck and unlikely pairing that was Captain America and Brock Anderson-They were now a trio of unwitting pawns.

The Dark Entity forced Parker's hand and she swung the heavy brutal weapon with the full force of her forcibly concealed spider-power.

An involuntary swing was made after Parker was struck forward towards Brock and another male.

"What the fuck?!" She cries out as the spiked ball makes contact with the man with the shield.

Awestruck, she stood there, her hair falling in her face as she pants a bit, stumbling back from shock. Her blue eyes were wide with fear, and it suddenly filters into rage.

She recognized that pull, that certain energy force that had pushed her towards the two males.

"Damn you!" She growls whipping around, looking for the voice she had heard earlier, gripping the spiked ball and chain, "Why don't you come out and face me like a man?" She spits, her words are like acid as she yells towards the dark, grey sky.

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.

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.

(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."

[[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.

[[just read up on the Eye of Agamotto and HOLY CRAP when Strange gets that back the Dark Entity is so boned lololol]]

Superman exhaled in frustration at their situation. If he could just remember. Remember who he was, what he was. It felt like it was right there, struggling to break free just under the surface. The closest he'd come to any sort of cohesive memory was during that quick bout but how to recreate it without fighting?

"We have to figure out a way to trip our memories without fighting each other. I'm not risking someone getting hurt."

Clark said. Even in this alternate dimension, alternate reality the heroic Man of Steel still found himself unable to endanger those around him. No matter what evil forces were at work there was nothing that could make Superman go against his own nature. It was that light of truth and justice that burned within him and threatened to chase away the darkness clouding his mind.

Brock was immediately confused when the Hulk started muttering about Dr Strange, and even more confused when Superman asked if they knew each other. He stood there, really confused....and more flashes of memory burst into his mind.

He remembered his first encounter with the Symbiote, as it latched onto his FBI uniform.

He remembered ....Superman!? fighting a horde of monsters....

He remembered the Green beast kicking the crap outta him....

He remembered Parker chasing him, for some odd reason...

He remembered a man in a Gold and Red suit.....

And, he remembered Dr Strange, with some sort of Medallion around his neck...

"Guys, I think we all used to know each other. I think we all used to work for or against each other. And Blue, Strange, whatever he's called.....wore a medallion."

With that revelation, Brock sat down on the floor, and began transform... but willingly. When he rose again, he looked like a cross between Brock and Venom. A perfect balance. He had the claws, the strength, and a leather jacket, and his feet were different. He looked like he wore a mask, with white eyes, angular in appearance. He had controlled the Alien.

"Dont attack, I'm in control. What do we do next team?" he asked, hoping the genius's would have a solution...

He had thought it amusing that his earlier jest ended up being true. "Blue" was actually named "Strange". Though what had more significance was the fact that the brutish figure was regaining some past memories. Stark had hoped this was the case. Little by little, they were regaining pieces of their past that would eventually (And hopefully) make sense out of all this emptiness. Of course, something went terrribly wrong.

"NO!"

The beast let out a cry so loud and vicious, that Stark couldn't help but to cup his ears in pain. Before he could even respond, the thing jumped over, throwing Dr. Strange, the red-haired woman, and then he swiftly approached Stark.

Another vision passed through his mind. This one wasn't clear and only blurry outlines could be made out, but then, part of a memory returned. Stark stuck his hand out, as if it'd shoot something, but nothing occurred and he was thrown into the ground. From there, he coughed a few times before darkness engulfed his vision.

"I am your doom."

A voice rang out, clear and true. Parker's eyes flashed open as she hurtled down and she lands on her hands and feet, crouched in an animal-like manner. She chuckled darkly, her spine tingling with delight as she rolled the dark black and silver mask over her face. She lets out a dark chuckle, and she cracks her neck a bit, standing up, her slim figure straightening out.

"I am your doom.." She repeats, the words clicking off her tongue in a soft melodic tone. Her memories were rushing through her head, her entire life playing out before her.

Ah..

Yes, of course.

She lets out a whimsical giggle, her body felt repaired, renewed.