Trigger Warnings: (sexual assault, cannibalism (of assaulters) torture, deformation, prejudice and bad writing.)
Making his way deeper into the home, he left the bodyguards human paste and the other dying. Being on a short leash made Overkill uneasy. He knew Marshal had the ability to shock him due to something he was chipped with before he went sent off to meet up with him. Marshal wasn't his true name, only an alias for the cop of the borderlands of today. Overkill however was never born with a name, he was always Overkill. He heard the grunting, the resistance as he opened the door, seeing a group of men, friends or colleagues of the father surrounding the poor woman. Overkill without saying a word opened fire.
'BLAM' 'BLAM' 'BLAM'
He's heard stories from the boss man that people tend to do whatever they want when given power. Marshal talked about the men who came back from the southlands mentally broken, what happens to super soldiers after they watch their buddies get cooked alive, skewered and did some not so family-friendly things over there?
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Marshal was alone with the target, Overkill shot him, but he made sure to remind his old squad leader that he may have gone through the SHOCC treatment, but here in the aftermath of the bang? He was the law. He beat him down, not stopping until he heard the cracks. This wasn't out of rage, maybe a little, but this was an everyday beat for The Marshal, with men and women who could withstand the greatest pain, the only way to subdue them was through thorough brutality. The Marshal glared down at him, his name was Joe Royals, alias 'The Exterminator', he was a vet like Marshal, the only nasty part is he had a persecution complex.
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Exterminator was a war criminal over in the southlands, making enemies amongst the people, he didn't just torture soldiers, but civilians. And to the exterminator? it was art. He played sounds of women and children screaming and told soldiers it was their families being brutalized, he would wrap wires to the teeth of men and electrocute them. Of course he did this to the civilians, how else would he have gotten so good at it? Back when marshal was just Private Thompson, he tried to intervene between his sergeant torturing some homeless tramps he had managed to get his hands on in the southlands. Royals made sure that Thompson would never question his authority, he waterboarded him and ran an electrical charge through his teeth.
Who said Marshal couldn't return the favor now that he made sure Royals couldn't move himself? Marshal smiled as he got to work.
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Marshal was trying out stuff that he saw on Royal's rap-sheet, waterboarding, pulling nails from someone's hand, those were all things
Overkill ran out of bullets in the middle of his barrage, however he never expected Neo-Tokyo to have their own 'supers', one of the old men charged at Overkill, lightning coursing over his naked body. This pissed him off, and he realized something that made him happy.
Marshal wasn't monitoring him, so he could get as 'brutal' as he wanted.
Barbs came out of the arms and legs of Overkill's legs and arms, his mouth unhinged and lengthened. He was a bastard of science, a monster of man. He was born to murder and kill, but it was the myth of superheroes that kept him in check, not these 'villains'. The old man stopped himself seeing the creature in front of him, it looked hungry.
Overkill pounced on the man, his clawed hand ripping the skin off.. He didn't care what sort of crazy super-shit the scientists gave him during his incubation, he was a Supercop, so that meant he was super good right? The overweight man screamed in pain, whatever thoughts of rationality leaving as he saw that this creature was the devil, and they? they were all sinners.
Overkill heard them screaming in broken English, and he spotted the girl, Arata's girl. He made a promise to get her back safely, but whatever he was only thought of her prior-offenders now as prey for a strange appetite that was overflooding his mind..
Tossing the flayed man at the other, they shot at him, and fired lasers from their eyes, the only effect that had obvious results was an old man burning at him with fire. Overkill was like an animal, flipping over them, bobbing and weaving, he may have changed physically but he was at an obvious disadvantage.
Ignoring the burning sensation that sent screaming red pain through his veins, he charged the man who sent the wave of flames at him, he jumped onto him ripping the skin from his arms, following it up with a bite down on his neck, with this distracting Overkill, a man grabbed him from behind, and held his barbed arms above him, this only lead to overkill flipping over him and mauling the man's backside with his clawed feet, biting down hard on the man's nape. Suddenly holding onto some lab-born atrocity of nature wasn't such a good idea. Biting down hard until he heard the snap of the man's neck breaking, he got up and looked at Arata's father and half-brother. In this 'alien' form he wasn't able to speak, but actions always spoke louder than words right? He sprinted at them on all fours, and just about when he went to pounce on the two of them..
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The Marshal was finished, he didn't pull off his leather mask. It wasn't because he wanted to hide his identity from anyone. It was because he had become the identity the government had him adopt. After his girl died horrifically to a serial-killer who went after young women dressed as a certain heroine. His girl at the time, her name was Beth, she was a wild-one, someone who made him forget his time in the southlands, made him want to be normal, someone who gave Marshal a reason to continue acting as an officer rather than a thug dressed in tight leathers and brutality streak as deep as your mother's first fifty lovers.
He sat there, the Exterminator/Royals was barely breathing, he got the info he needed. Royals was hoping to hide away in japan under a new identity after the crimes he's committed after the war, crimes he called 'war on crime'. Royals was a bastard through-and-through, but once upon a time he had a family. Coming back from the war he had a beautiful wife and two children who adored him. What he called a gang war, two unconnected groups of survivors from the southlands, people who wanted revenge on him for what he had did to them, their families and friends.
That is when his persecution complex began. It was never a war on crime, he was justifying the death of his family without really knowing, they died in that attack on Royals' life, bullets piercing their bodies, screaming out for a savior as he fled the scene wanting to survive. No one would blame him for wanting to survive, but what he did after was evil manipulated in his mind as some grand crusade against crime. In short, he went after anyone assuming they were connected to some crime family, the Japanese were automatically the yakuza, the Chinese? they were the triad, his mind was making him become a terror to those who didn't deserve it because of a fact Exterminator couldn't live with. They had died because of him.
Marshal spat on Royals' body. He was a hero-hunter. He hasn't found any heroes yet.
He checked the device to monitor 'Overkill' he was informed that the rookie was some prototype hybrid, not the typical junior version of the others, but a nasty combo of human and 'incubus'. Incubi were nasty bastards, they were called 'incubi' as a way to bring up how they took over, how with their stingers they could inject their young into biological beings and burst out, not like the sci-fi movies.. it was surreal, watching a full bestial-humanoid skeleton emerge from a human was a nasty sight, it was an even worse sight when he saw it burst from a junior hero back in his first encounter in space, but they were much more vulnerable when they were 'born'.
The aliens had the ability to regenerate from almost anything, fire was the best way to put them down, but even then they were hard to keep down. They were still flesh and bone, easy to kill like other things, but this was something different. What did they do to make this freak of nature.. and if they were able to design heroes.. what the fuck was overkill? Checking the heart-rate monitor of Overkill, he saw it was moving faster than normal, he was either in combat or hunting some poor soul.
And now it was time for him to hunt down his 'sidekick'.
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Overkill, saw the girl before he pounced, she didn't move, his senses told her she was alive, but whatever they did to her she wasn't moving. He couldn't speak, his arms were healing at an incorrect angle disfiguring his body, but that didn't matter, he made a promise to help Arata.. But now he was fully acknowledging the evil. He knew this would be bad if HQ found out, but he didn't give a fuck. his broken arms flailing behind him, Overkill jumped at them.
The brother was fast, he wasn't trained and has never had to rely on fighting something like him. He jumped behind him and.. The father grabbed Overkill in a chokehold. "You stupid little fuck you killed my buddies, you trashed my home, what are ya? some sorta hero?" The brother chuckled, but he was winded and it came out as more of a wheeze. Overkill tried to move his legs, but he was at an angle where his legs were pointed away. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, real slow like." Overkill needed air, but he was alone in a basement dying cause he thought he was some hero. He was ready to accept his fate.
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Marshal Stomped his way down to the area Overkill was, the stupid fucks had to make a creature that was violent, hard to put down, and knew had to handle guns? Every time he thought he had seen a new low, he found out how much more disgusted he could be by SHOCC. He had stopped in front of a house, the second story window ajar, and Overkill's signal was coming in hot, when he entered it looked like a warzone, there was a man plastered over the wall like a fresh coat of flesh-pink. He had to check the second floor, god only knows what had happened up there.
He walked up the stairs and saw a door cracked open, when walking closer and peering inside he had saw a young man, someone barely out of highschool and didn't look like a 'hero', he took a cautionary step forward and looked at the boy, remembering the involvement of an incubus, he kept his hand on the holster of his gun, ready to see a fucked biblical-demon looking alien burst out of the boy and attack.
"Are you friends with officer overkill?" The boy asked quietly.
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His lungs were burning, he couldn't reach the man with his legs, and his arms were broken from his flipped. He butted his head back into the face of the man, his grip was still ironclad, his nails digging into his neck, he butted again desperately, each time weaker.. he was losing oxygen.. was this how he died?
Then he heard heavy, familiar, footsteps. as his sight went blurry, as he had felt his head grow heavier. He saw his big bro, the Marshal, and the face he saw before his vision went wasn't that of rage, disapproval, or disgust. It was cold, dark, hate.
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Marshal understood what Overkill was, he was an idiot trying to be a super hero in a world where the only super things were the vets that killed because that was all they wanted to, and their mutations allowed them to do. the only other thing that was super? How shitty the world was. Arata pleaded Marshal to check out the noise, he had to anyway and be ready to put down Overkill if needed.
But what he saw reminded him of what he saw once in the southlands. It reminded him of what royals did to those tramps, what he did to him when he tried to stop him, and when his combat boots touched the floor of the basement, the old man choking overkill looked up.
"My gun shoot six colors of shit, choose which one you wanna test." "Re-" before the old man could finish, Marshal aimed his handgun, and fired. Red bullets that were made to electrocute supers, The harpooned tipped bullets weren't just some basic lethal weaponry, it was built to hurt the men who couldn't feel pain and put the brutal in 'police brutality', the bullets dug into the old man's arm, and the old man started shaking uncontrollably on the floor, froth coming out of his mouth. Arata's half brother tried to jump him, but Marshal? He fought in a war that made men who could lift cars, jump tall buildings, and breathe napalm from their mouths, piss themselves at night. He kneed him in the balls, and started punching on the younger man, over and over, leaving his face a pulpy red mess, and the man barely breathing.
Making his way to overkill, he checked for a heart beat, then he checked his pulse. He was alive, barely, for now though he'd watch over the rookie. Then he walked over to the girl and checked her pulse, it was faint, but it was there, he placed his trench coat over the girl, to give her some decency. For now though, he had to follow through with a promise Overkill had made the boy, Marshal may be a killer, a brutal policeman, but he despised people who forced themselves on people, especially young women. He remembered Beth's face. For now, Thompson was gone. It was only Marshal.