Chp. 93 Chain Accidents
"Good evening folks, tonight on Daily Bugle News. More and more dirty 'laundered' secrets have come out of New York's darkest crevices as it rained evidences of past and present crimes on the tables of our city's best." J. Jonah Jameson was with another reporter in TV as news of the recent drop of crime not just city wide but worldwide was making its ways on the headlines.
"That's right Mr. Jameson, justice has triumphed today as many unsolved cases have been taken out of the dusted records all around New York." The female anchor said as she and Jameson seemed to be smiling widely.
"Absolutely it is Sally, but even then this caused mayhem as some big names of businessmen and even government officials are included. To expand upon this is our very own Robbie Robertson at the scene on New York City Hall as many have gathered and cried praises for justice arriving to the wicked. Robbie cou…" Jameson's voice echoed in the silent room as a rather large figure was watching with cold eyes knowing how most of those reported were people on his pockets.
"Boss, many of these gud for nothins been yammering up the phone wanting to talk to you." A large framed man with a rather nasty looking face talking like a 1920s mafia thug arrived at the rather quiet room and reported to the figure at the shadows whose body size made him look like a regular person.
"I know Joseph, all those names being exposed were people that had been in my pockets. Though not all of them know, but I have a stash of files and evidences that had forced them to silently 'cooperate' for us." The man said as he kept watching the news.
"Then why's they seem fearless now Boss, they used to tuck their legs and whimper about when we are present but they be looking rabid right now." The burly guy scratched his head not able to figure things out easily.
"Like I said, they were people that were in my pocket. Now? Not anymore since the reason they seem are angry is that said stash of mine somehow ended up in the hands of the New York Police Chief, Captain Stacy." The man tapped his fingers at his desk as he looked at the reporter at the screen.
The Burly guy saw the boss's attention to the guy and said. "Don't worry bout that guy Boss, Alonzo is on his way to keep this guy shut, he said they were buddies back in the days." The man called Joseph grinned thinking what the reporter's face would be once the infamous 'Tombstone' takes care of him.
"*Sigh* I told him not to go, seems like even now Alonzo still feels this guy here is his friend. Let's just hope the thugs sent to mess things up a bit are successful." The man stood up from his chair and walked to the window where he looked down at the bustling street below.
The light from outside illuminated the figure to show it was the famous philanthropist and businessman Wilson Fisk.
"What about these noisy bunch that has been calling up your name Boss? Do we…?" the burly man made a slitting notion on his throat as he smiled rather nastily.
"There is no need, let them jump like the monkeys they are. Whoever has caused this wanted something and part of those is not me being exposed right now. Those stash also had enough evidence to point problems towards me but somehow it did not show up at all…" Wilson was thoughtful as he pondered by the window.
"Isn't that good boss?" the burly man couldn't understand because he felt that since no police has come to them then they are still safe.
"That depends, but it is useless to think about this when we have no idea who made all of this to happen. What matters now is what we can do about this situation." Fisk was thinking hard as he tried to prepare for the inevitable.
Someone who could take the secret stash with the dozen ledgers of illegal activities without him knowing means a large predator has set eyes on him.
Fisk was chilled by this fact but no matter what he did he could not think of a solution yet.
"Uhm… Boss bout that thing you asked me to take care off last week? Well that person was found and you would really like the things she has." The burly guys smiled as he thought about the dangerous stuff they found on the person he had found for his Boss.
"She? The body shop 'Doctor'? Well call her here, I'd like to have a word…" Fisk's mind was running fast as he felt that there might be a chance in getting out of this corner he was put on by the mysterious person that is targeting him.
He had heard some whispers about a weird 'Doctor' who somehow was able to provide some past acquaintances of his some 'parts' that enabled them to be back in the underworld again.
It made him curious and found a former thug working under him to have been able to get the services of this 'Doctor' and now has a new hand that enabled him to punch through brick walls.
That guy was at least able to go up in ranks in Fisk's men but still not considered as a trusted confidant.
So he had his people scour the corners of New York looking for this Doctor and was now able to bring her to him, Fisk looked back to the room as soon as he heard the door opened and saw his enforcer Hammerhead bringing in a small petite Korean woman who does not have any fear in her eyes at all as she glanced around the room curious of the person that sent for her.
"Good evening Doctor, I hope you liked you stay in this humble residence of mine." Fisk started the conversation by giving the small woman a gentle smile which is quite a contrast to his massive physique.
"Oh I did, leally liked the futulistic looking looms." A thick Korean accent was heard from the small woman as she still showed no fear but only excitement.
"Well I am glad, I hope you wouldn't mind my rather crude way of inviting you to me circumstances demand I do because many have been eyeing the services you have offered." Fisk snapped his fingers and a sexy looking assistant arrived with two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne.
"Is that so? That means mole customels fow me." The woman did not even hesitate to drink the wine as she looked at Fisk curiously.
"Hmm… how do I put this? I would rather prefer to have your services within reach Doctor, of course you would get a better chance to showcase you talents as well as protection from people who would rather see you dead." Fisk sipped on his glass as he looked at the woman who paused for a bit hearing his words.
"Can you plovide what I need mistel? My wants ale not something so easily given and pwotection is least that I need." the woman said as she fearlessly stared back into Fisk's eyes.
"Really? Even from the American Government? What do you think they would do when they hear of a North Korean spy is lurking about in the shadows of New York?" This time Fisk's words made the woman squint her eyes as she now looked serious.
"I thought so, but still when I can say I can provide what you need I intend to follow up in that promise. Yet that is only if you can provide what I want." Fisk put down the empty wine glass as he finally gave a look of finality towards the small woman who was staring back at him.
"Seems you are as good as they say you are Kingpin." This time the thick accent was gone from the small woman as she smiled and stood up reaching her hand out to Fisk. The burly man was about to react but Fisk gestured for him to stay still.
"I believe I haven't introduced myself yet, call me Doctor Tramma." The woman said as she opted for a handshake that Fisk returned.
"Let us hope our partnership will become fruitful doctor and they call me the Kingpin, but you can call me Fisk." Fisk smiled as he looked at the ambitious eyes of the woman in front of him.
If there is something he is good at, it is taking control of ambitious people and use them to fuel his own ambitions.
Right now Hell's Kitchen will become much chaotic than ever in the shadows, as the Kingpin knows there is a larger predator there watching his every move.
[Hellfire Club]
"I would really like to meet this person, never would I thought somebody would be strong enough to manipulate the minds of everyone in the world. He is who I need, use whatever means necessary to have him meet me." In a dimly lit room the current White King Benedict Kine who nodded in obedience.
"As you wish Lord Imperial." The White King said as he stood up and out come from the shadows a black man with white irises.
The White King knew this was but a vessel for the Lord Imperial to relay orders and never once did anybody learn of his/her real face.
Not even the ever curious Black King Sebastian Shaw as he found the lack of information about the Lord Imperial to be rather intimidating.
That comes from an ambitious man who had caused the Cuban crisis at that time, though he did die the Hellfire club with their immense wealth and connections were able to revive him with the aid of the HAND.
Though it did cost them their hold of Rand enterprise but having a mutant as powerful as Shaw around ensures that the X-men would not make a move knowing the destructive powers of Shaw.
It also placed Shaw in a tighter hold in the Lord Imperial's hands that his ambitions were quelled for now and it made him a tool for the mysterious leader of the Hellfire Club to further his agendas.
"Also…" the puppet paused as he seemed to have remembered something making Benedict Kine listen attentively. "… you might have a better chance with the help of the Black Bishop, lend a hand first to the… HAND. They need it right now."
With that the messenger left to the shadows leaving the White King alone in thought, he too have means of hearing things that matter around the world.
He knew the X-men seemed to have become active after they learned of something that even made them clash with the Hellfire club for some reason.
The target of which was a member named John Sublime, though he does not know the exact reason, it was enough for the X-men to brotherhood to head hunt the man.
That made them reluctant to intervene including Sebastian Shaw, who might have been discovered to be alive still by the X-men.
Soon the White King left and planned on how to approach this man that had threatened the world, one thing he's happy about was that he was there in that auction that even got him a hold of a few rare animals.
A hobby of his but it made him feel lucky that he was still able to recall Paul's face, but what bothered him and the other members of the Hellfire club was prior to a few weeks before the Auction. This man was nothing more than a phantom, with no trace of history at all.
They have a specialized team of investigators that found most history of this person was forged recently making them apprehensive since this mysteriousness rivals their Lord Imperial's.
Still the White King did not fear since most of them speculated that other than being a strong telepath, the possibility of a person being able to manipulate the memories of the world must need a machine like the one on the Xavier Mansion.
Yes, they know about Cerebro. One of their members also created something similar, a promising one who is also a mutant Telepath.
Luckily for her she has another power that dissuaded the Lord Imperial from using her as a vessel.
Now with another one who seemed to be a much stronger telepath has appeared and is being targeted by their leader also made this Emma Frost no longer a viable candidate.
The White Kind and the Black Bishop left their club to go to Japan as their Ally seems to need help as they are being dragged in the crossfire between the X-men and SHIELD.
(A/N: I made the Hellfire club oblivious of HYDRA because I think that with a business minded club of people, they would surely hate learning the existence of s group that is deeply tied to the Nazis.
So far I found little info of them collaborating with HYDRA in the comics other than some members selling off mutants to shell companies owned by HYDRA which they also did not know.
I think they just didn't care since some of their members are rich business men who might have ideas of some private organization experimenting on mutants, they just didn't expect some to be HYDRA.
Anyways that's just my thoughts, I'm still thinking hard on how to gradually develop the story so don't be harsh. My two brain cells can only handle this much.]
[Chemical Waste Treatment Plant, New York]
"It doesn't have to be like this Joe, you know me. We're buddies since middle school, just keep your mouth shut then maybe you and Martha would live a happy long life." A tall 6'7" albino male wearing a dark grey shirt with black tie and black suit said to a panicking Joseph "Robbie" Robertson.
Robbie was the reporter of Daily Bugle who has just reported the recent turmoil in the New York Hall of Justice when suddenly an old acquaintance contacted him making him check who it was.
Seeing it was Alonzo "Lonnie" Lincoln it made him curious, he was never close with this guy since he finds his violent tendencies to be rather distasteful.
But he also knew this old classmate of his works for someone shady which was rumored to be a big shot in the crime world.
Thinking about the fact that he is currently reporting about corrupt officials and politicians, it made him smell a story that his curious mind made him forgo all of his sense of preservation.
But he would have never thought he would be gagged and brought to this waste treatment plant where dangerous chemicals were sent to be disposed of.
"Lonnie stop this madness, I do not know who you work for but seeing that there were this much names dug out of the dirt means he/she will caught next. It's better you leave this kind of life before you get dragged into prison yourself." Joseph said hoping he could use old relations to get through this man in front of him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's a shame Robbie. My boss really didn't want to hurt you but it seems you've sniff deep enough to his liking." The tall albino said as he seemed to find it a pity that he'll have to hurt the person he calls friend.
"So your boss is a 'he'? He should be the one called Kingpin right? Only such a high profile man could possibly have hold of many corrupt politicians, seems that he is afra…ughk!!" Robbie the ever inquisitive wasn't able to hold back his reporter side as he suddenly mused after picking up the few clues Alonzo let up.
"Damn it Robbie, see what you made me do? You're always the smartest of our class that it might just be the death of you, not even me can guarantee you survive this now." Alonzo looked at the few goons he brought who looked ready to kill Robbie Robertson.
*SKKIIIRRRRTTTT*
Suddenly screeching of tires were heard as a truck crashed into the treatment plant and slid over towards the goons and Robbie.
"What the-gughhhrk!" Alonzo was late to react as he was hit by the truck which sent him flying towards a large vat of chemicals nearby.
Robbie was stunned but he used this chance to escape out of the treatment plant and ran towards the hole by the wall.
There he saw the skid line made by the tires as well as the result of the crash, as he ran away he saw there was a warehouse nearby which had a busted door but Robbie wanted to run far from Alonzo's goons he did not investigate further.
He knew there were chemicals store there too as the purple smoke coming out of the busted door seemed dangerous so Robbie did not go near and investigate even with his curious reporter heart.
Yet as he got farther he saw there was another victim of the out of control truck which was a car that made Robbie stop.
He saw that there were blood splats in the window and some barrels of chemicals were poured over the vehicle but the small sign of movement by the back seats made him stop his tracks.
Robbie ran towards the car mindful of the chemicals spilled around and covered his nose with a sleeve.
"Someone's still alive!" Robbie could see a young teenage girl still breathing at the back seat making him pull out his phone and dial 911.
Luckily he did not get chased by the goons so he found a chance to go back and peak inside the crashed truck, yet all he saw was a suspicious looking hole that seemed to have exploded from the inside of the truck.
There he saw Bags of jewelries as well as some machines he could not tell what they were used for.
So after calling 911 he called for his crew so he could cover the story much sooner than other news channels.
[10 minutes later]
"Good morning everybody, I am Robbie Robertson reporting live here in New York's chemical treatment plant in Randall Island Park where three people died and several severely injured.
A transport Truck which was supposed to carry the machines and items to be displayed at the Stark Expo this weekend has been targeted by an identified group of robbers.
This resulted to a brief scuffle from the evidences inside the truck that caused it to lose control and bring chaos about in this area.
Some other elements included were found by police responders that pointed to a planned robbery gone wrong as some machines that came from South Hampton Science Institute have been found to have discharged a blast of some sort that damaged the brakes of the truck resulting in not able to stop in its tracks.
Currently the three have been confirmed dead who were Mr. & Mrs Campbell and their son Phillip Campbell.
Jessica Campbell the daughter, survived the accident with serious injuries and unknown extent of damage caused by being exposed with massive amounts of chemicals.
She is currently being rushed to the nearby Lincoln Medical Center for emergency treatment.
Other than the family, there is another identified victim currently being extracted from a warehouse by the side near the site of incident, as witnesses confirm that a man was hit by the truck on its sudden turn by the corner.
As seen by the tracks left by the wheels, the man was by the corner crossing the road when the truck came and then got sent flying towards the aforementioned warehouse.
Extent of injuries is still unknown but paramedics could be seen to have extracted the victim. Soon we'll be able to know the name of the victim once the police find some sort of identification.
Still the real extent of the incident has not yet been tallied folks as police are investigating where the truck came from or if there are other lives that are in danger…" Robbie reported even when he is currently sweating.
"..Excuse me for a moment but Robbie you called in earlier that you were in the site even before the incident. Could you possibly tell us why you were there?" J.J. Jameson's voice sounded out in Robbie's ears as J.J. learned this just now.
"…well here's the thing James, I was invited by an old acquaintance of mine back from middle school here. Not one of the good acquaintances but was quite involved in some shady business right now.
Alonzo "Lonnie" Lincoln, who also was hit by the truck right in front of me and was sent to a vat of dangerous chemicals as well. And it has come to my knowledge that he is connected to the recent corruption scandals.
But police have already checked inside and there was no one there but traces of people leaving in a hurry. It seems they didn't want to be on the news James." Robbie did not fear his old friend as he wanted to get the truth of the matter about the scandals.
"You hear that folks? It seems there is a bigger fish out there wanting us silent, but hear this. We will not stop until the truth is out, whoever you are in the shadows someday will be brought to light.
New York is watching, New York is watching and know that we will not forget this attempt on our colleague's freedom and safety. But right now that is not what we should be doing good people of America, we should be praying for this now orphaned girl named Jessica.
Dear God, how heartbroken would she be. As Robbie said the family is just…" J.J. seemed sad as he looked at his fellow anchor.
"It's devastating James, a young girl having such an experience…" soon the anchors went on making small talk as they waited for the name of the other victim who the police found to be a Mister Killgrave.
But right now Fisk was having none of it, he was currently fuming as he sat there in his office.
The truck was what he had left for some goons to handle to make a much larger news, a truck containing stuff to be delivered to the Stark Expo would make people look the other way since Stark being Iron man made him a magnet for attention.
But who would have thought that the men he sent cannot even do such a simple job and coincidentally injure on of his close confidants.
Alonzo has returned after being carried back by the goons with him, along with the enforcer he sent who they also found to be unconscious by the side of the truck.
Now the two are being examined by the newly hired Doctor who did not promise anything since she said her expertise are more inclined to technological improvements.
But she still gave the assessment that the two men were fine, just somehow unconscious. The woman left soon as she just got her first willing guinea pig, the burly guard of Fisk named Hammerhead.
She had seen the records of this guy and knew that there were many parts of this guy's head that need some repair. So she thought of a great idea which also made her able to try on something she had wanted to do for a long time.
Fisk on the other hand calmed down a bit when he heard that they were okay but as he stood at the private clinic in his building he looked at the enforcer that he sent.
Archibald Dyker, a really promising talent when it comes of violence. Fisk sighed in defeat as he could not have predicted that this would end this way, he did not blame the enforcer but rather it was just a stroke of bad luck going in his way.
But just as he was about to leave he saw something that made him pause, Dyker and Lincoln started showing changes in their appearance.
Dyker's skin started looking lustrous and rather shiny, like a jewel, no more like a diamond.
Alonzo's skin on the other hand became smooth and looked more like grey marble, ones that are used on Tombstones, fitting for him as Fisk saw their changes.
"You there…" Fisk pointed to a goon nearby, the man flinched but stepped forward to their boss. "…what's your name?"
"Uhmm, Bob sir." the man said.
"You seem new here." Fisk looked at the unfamiliar face of Bob.
"Uhm yes sir I'm new here, I applied sir because you offer full dental benefits sir." Bob said.
"Hmm, I see. Anyways go send a message to Doctor Karl Malus, tell him I have what he wants and he can have it if he agrees with my last offer." Fisk then waved Bob away as he focused on the changes in his men.
"Is Doctor Tramma available?" Fisk looked at the remaining goon nearby who nodded.
"Yes sir, she is currently operating on Hammerhead sir." The goon said as he looked at the two mutating men in front of him.
"You and Bob are not to speak about this to anyone you understand me?" Fisk's mind was in a brainstorm as he thought of opportunities he could get now that he seemed to have gained super powered people of his own.
"Yes Boss." The goon said as he stood guard at the clinic.
"Tell them to come see me once they are awake." Fisk then left as he went to prepare in his office new plans for the future.
[Meanwhile in Paul's spaceship]
"You know I've thought of many things we would see learning we'll be in space earlier but this was not in my list at all." Banner said as he and the others looked at the newcomer that joined their group.
"You and me both, I'm still not over the fact that we're in space and now this." Otto said as he and the others were showing baffled faces.
"Are those real?" Radcliffe looked at the newcomer and asked Dr. Hall besides him.
"I think so, but space and spaceship I understand. This I cannot make heads of it." Franklin Hall answered as he twisted his head left and right trying to figure out what he was looking at.
"How curious…" Doctor Connors on the other hand was inching closer wanting to examine personally.
"Interesting…" Hank McCoy as well as he too being a fellow biologist has the similar innate curiosity for new kinds of creatures.
"I want one." Osborne said as he looked enchanted.
"I want two." Stark followed as he too seemed interested but also confused.
"Wow…" Melina Vostokoff said.
"Yeah, whoa." Jane Foster looked at Erik Selvig with a rather knowing look as he too was thoughtful.
"So I can say we are all lost here am I right?" Maya Hansen saw the similar skeptical faces around looking curiously at the person besides Paul.
Just as the group was recovering from the new arrival, Reed Richards snapped out of his thoughts and remembered what Paul just said. "Okay forget that. He just said something about uniting all of earth and you all focus on this…"
[A/N: Hi, Its been quite some time since I last updated. If you have read the last chapter then you'll know I'm dealing with some matters that needed to be addressed in my life.
So as I had said updates will be infrequent but I'll manage to upload a chapter from time to time.
This time I'm introducing some characters that are considered low tier villains but they would be essential in some parts I will add on the story. Just like in the movies, after Tony Stark became Iron Man.
There was a surge of powered people revealing themselves and also being born left and right. So I will not go instantly to the cosmic battle kind of action but start low in Street level or city level type of matters to ensure the gradual introduction of superheroes to the public.
This will also be a chance to show some other marvel heroes that are not in the MCU while also planning for some character development not only for the MC but also other characters in the story.
I have noticed some fan-fics to have just made their other side characters to be rather forced or robotic that it made me rather self-aware to at least give some personalities to the characters I write about.
Sure I'll change some origin stories but I'll make sure some canon events happen to give birth the resolve needed by a hero to take responsibility for their powers.
As much as that will be hard for me but I'll try to emulate what some might think in their situation or deduce the thoughts if faced with a specific event.
Writing is really easy but making the story have some sense is hard, sure I have google to search at marvel wikis but I tend to read and research a bit to understand what kind of person each character is.
I just hope I can even emulate how women think but being a dude I think I'll have a hard time doing that so forgive me if some parts ever come out rather offensive or misogynistic. I'm a rather dense guy so giving a proper reaction to a female character will be hard.
That is why my favorite kind of female characters are the soft spoken ones who barely have lines or speak since I can just describe their expressions.
So hope you enjoy this chap since after this it'll be more chaotic...]
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