The Council of Villains- Summary Thread

[Chaotix]

I beat my previous record- Three hours of writing plus about 20 minutes to prep the post.

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Night 3

It was three minutes before two in the morning. Albert Wesker left his room, turned sharply around a corner, and proceeded into the maintenance areas of the laboratory.

He simply punched his way through any locked doors he encountered. After a few moments of exploring, he found what he was looking for: the room where Eggman’s robots had placed all of the dead bodies of the slain villains.

He sifted his way through the corpses, some hideously deformed by their killers. One of these such bodies was that of Big Boss. His torso had been mutilated, his other eye gouged out, his arms severely burned, and oddly enough, his legs were a bluish color, possibly from frostbite. When Wesker noticed this particular corpse, a sly grin appeared on his face. With one hand, he lifted the body, while with the other he reached into his pocket, retrieving a syringe filled with an unknown substance.

Raising his arm, he injected Big Boss’ body with the syringe. Almost immediately, changes began surfacing in the body. Mutilated and damaged tissue was beginning to repair itself.

But there was something odd about this new tissue. It was not a normal skin color, but a pale gray. And Big Boss’ body was not returning to its original form, either. Although Big Boss had been muscular in his life, the substance contained in the syringe, apparently the T-Virus, was strengthening him more so. His arms and legs became as thick as tree trunks. The arm that had been snapped in the fight with Shadow reformed itself into a large claw, with devastating talons that dripped with poison. The greatest oddity of all, however, was that neither of his eyes regrew themselves. In their place were two gaping holes.

The transformation having been complete, Big Boss awoke with a start. He could not see, but his other senses had been heightened so that he knew exactly what surrounded him. Wesker spoke:

“Ah, I see you are awake. The T-Virus has had its affect on you, making you stronger than ever. You are no longer a mere Snake, Big Boss. You are a Tyrant. A… King Cobra. Yes, I think that’s what I’ll call you. Come along, then… we have work to do.”

King Cobra nodded his head. He took his headband and pulled it over the places where his eyes were once. He pulled out a cigarette, and, using the friction and sparks produced by rubbing his talons together, lit it. He followed Wesker out of the room.

As the two left, a small shadow dropped from the ceiling and entered…

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King K. Rool was in a deep slumber in his room. He was dreaming of monkeys… killing monkeys… and afterwards, stealing their bananas. That was all he really wanted in this life. A whole hoard of shiny bananas to put in his mouth whenever he wanted… it wasn’t fair that stupid Donkey Kong and his more stupid inbred cousins had all of the precious bananas themselves.

K. Rool’s sweet dreams were interrupted when a lightning bolt blew his door apart. Yes, a lightning bolt caused by an indoor thunderstorm. A second bolt electrified K. Rool, as a silhouette appeared in the doorway, cackling.

K. Rool, angered, pulled out his boxing gloves and charged at the figure. The assailant sidestepped easily as he attempted to belly flop anything in his path. A frosty ray then shot from the spellcaster’s fingertips, encasing K. Rool in a block of ice. The figure then saw fit to electrify the trapped lizard a few times, before finally shattering him along with the ice with a sharp kick.

All that would be left in the morning was a lizard gizzard in a puddle.

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Sephiroth walked through the hallways, seemingly aimlessly this night. He had an annoyed look on his face that contrasted with his usual calmness and confidence.

“WHY are you following me, fool? Do you have a death wish, or something?”

The Black Knight, clanking along only a few paces behind, repeated the same answer he had given the past three times Sephiroth had asked him:

“I have an interest in keeping you alive, Silver-Haired Maiden Warrior. Thus, I will protect you for the remainder of this night.”

“Do you HONESTLY believe that someone of my power needs protecting from the likes of YOU? I could slice through your armor with a single stroke, fool.”

The Black Knight did not answer, but continued following the annoyed Sephiroth.

They continued for a while, and then the Knight suddenly stopped, and turned around. Behind him, caught off guard by his sudden turn, was a large, round ghost.

“Why are you following me?” the Black Knight demanded.

King Boo, taken aback, answered:

“Hehehe! Well, I just thought I’d investigate your actions to make sure you weren’t killing anyone. You certainly look capable of it…”

The Black Knight paused for a moment. Then he replied:

“Very well. Continue.”

And he turned, and began to follow Sephiroth again. This left King Boo very confused. More confusing was the fact that Sephiroth had stopped moving and turned to face the ghost himself.

“There you are… it appears the fool knight had a use after all…”

Swinging his blade, he slashed at King Boo. The blade passed through him, causing him no harm. At this the ghost cackled with laughter.

"Heheheheheeeeee! Better luck next time, loser. Don’t bother trying to kill me, I’m already dead!”

“Well… what if I brought you back to ‘life’?”

Sephiroth smiled his most devious smile, and removed a Phoenix Down from his pouch. He tossed the bundle of feathers straight towards King Boo. Upon contact with the Phoenix Down, a heavenly light appeared around him. The ghost screamed in pain, and when the light cleared, he was nowhere to be seen.

Sephiroth continued walking the halls, with the Black Knight behind him.

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Bowser’s door had been through a lot in these past few days. It had been blown off its hinges, reattached, and then blasted to smithereens. Now it would endure yet more trauma, as an F-Zero racer inexplicably smashed its way through the doorframe.

Out stepped, again, what seemed like a familiar face to attack Bowser’s son. He grabbed the koopa kid by his neck, lifting him into the air, and laughing his familiar evil laugh all the time.

This was, until of course, Bowser grabbed the fool’s head between his jaws and forcibly ripped it off. As the rest of the body disintegrated, Bowser and son returned grumpily to their sleep. Bowser smashed the jaw on the severed head to stop it from laughing.

Neither of them noticed the fleeing figure in the shadows.

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Wesker and King Cobra continued through the maintenance section of the lab, moving at a brisk pace. Soon they came to a wide-open room filled with heaps of scrap metal. They were startled, but not caught off guard, when an explosion burst in mid-air directly in front of them. Wesker so swiftly sidestepped the attack that to the naked eye he had teleported. King Cobra, likewise, had backflipped out of the way.

“BURN! DIE, FOOLS!”

A dozen fireballs shot towards them, all of them missing just slightly as the two genetically altered warriors sidestepped them. Next, a maintenance robot was hurled from behind them, knocking King Cobra over. Attacks seemed to by flying from all directions, and the maniacal laughter was everywhere. Wesker was not disoriented, however.

He pinpointed a figure in the shadows of a large pile of scrap metal, and lunged in that direction. But his enemy was even faster than him. By the time Wesker had arrived at his enemy’s position, the assassin was floating in the air, far behind him. Wesker was caught by an electric bolt fired from the assassin.

King Cobra lunged into the room and jumped towards the figure, but he floated deftly away still laughing and screaming at them. Two huge pieces of metal hurtled towards the Cobra at a startling speed. Deflecting one with minimal effort, he was nonetheless struck by the other. Sensing that this battle would not be won, even with the two of them together, the Cobra utilized a new skill, turning himself invisible and sneaking away.

Wesker did not follow his lead. He decided to continue fighting this insane fool alone. Leaping into the air, this time he managed to catch the assailant by his throat, choke-slamming him into the ground. He only continued his maniacal laughter, however, drawing a blade and stabbing Wesker through the stomach. Gasping in pain, Wesker released his grip, moving quickly backwards.

Was this… his blood? Could this fool truly have harmed him? Growling in rage, he removed the sword with a sharp tug, just as his left arm was pinned to the wall by a jagged piece of metal. Three more shards pinned his other limbs. The assailant approached, close enough that Wesker could see his face.

“I should have guessed…” he muttered.

“Now, then… DIE!!!”

The murderer bathed Wesker in a steady stream of flames. Wesker, burning alive, also burned with anger at his defeat. The murderer continued burning Wesker well past his death, until he was but a pile of ash, to ensure that the viruses inside him did not see fit to revive him.

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Alive: 28
A Very Super Market
AntiWarManCake88 Sasaki Kojiro
Askthepizzaguy
Psychonaut
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
pevergreen
Yoyoma1910
boudica
Reenk Roink
Quintus.JC
777Ares777
shlin28
taka
Gobbledygook
Shinseikhaan
YLC
LittleGrizzly
Olavi
El Diablo
Khazaar
Diana Abnoba
Lord Winter
navarro951
Sazon123 Ichigo
Sernoserbo
Bl4ckReaper
TheMarioKarters
llf829
General Specific TheFluffyOne
Splitpersonality (Revived)

Dead: 10
Sasaki Kojiro (RAAM)
Jolt
Glenn
White_Eyes
GeneralHankerchief
Greyblades
Ichigo (Black Shadow)
pevergreen
Reenk Roink
YLC

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Day 4 Begins.

It will end around 24 hours from now, perhaps a bit early.