After transforming into the Abomination, Emil Blonsky looked less like the Hulk and more skeletal, with lean muscle and gill-like ears on either side of his head.
Carefully, he took the carbonadium alloy syringe and jabbed it into his own arm.
A stream of glowing green blood flowed smoothly through the plastic tubing, passed through a glass port, and finally filled the vacuum-sealed vial in Rory's hand.
Only once it was full did Abomination remove the needle.
"Sir... when do you think I'll be allowed out of here?"
Rory packed the vial with a smile. "If you want out illegally, I can break you out right now. If you're after a legitimate release… you'll have to wait a bit longer. Shouldn't take too long."
Blonsky, naturally, wanted to go free legally, otherwise, what had the past several years of imprisonment been for?
Rory left the prison with the sample. His vehicle had just pulled away when another car door opened behind him.
Nick Fury stepped out.
His mission? Recruit Abomination. He hadn't expected to bump into Rory here.
Fury stared long and hard in the direction Rory had gone, then turned and entered the facility.
Rory's Humvee rolled into the city. As he sat in the backseat skimming over documents, the sound of a deafening crash jerked his attention upward.
Through the front windshield, he saw three large freight trucks smashed into each other at a busy intersection.
While the rest of the world gawked at the wreckage, Rory noticed something, or someone, different.
He tapped the soldier in the front seat. "Follow that guy."
"Yes, sir."
The Humvee rammed aside a blocking sedan and tore off in pursuit.
Because just seconds ago, as the chaos unfolded, Rory had spotted a man standing perfectly unharmed, right in the middle of the collision.
No scratches. No limp. Not even dust on his suit.
A person surviving that kind of impact without a mark? No ordinary human could've done it.
That man calmly stepped into a car and drove off, heading straight for a lavish estate on the outskirts of town.
When they arrived at the gated property, Rory stepped out, muttering, "Huh... rich, too."
He left the vehicle and driver behind and vaulted over the estate wall on his own.
The estate was eerily empty. As he entered the mansion, faint music drifted from an old record player upstairs.
He climbed to the second floor, following the sound into a study, but the room was empty.
Just as Rory turned to search elsewhere, a voice behind him called out.
"Excuse me… may I ask who you are?"
Rory turned to see the man from the crash.
Green suit. Yellow shirt. White slacks. A colorful scarf tucked neatly in front. The garish outfit somehow didn't ruin the gentlemanly air he carried.
Rory didn't waste time. "I saw you walk away from a three-truck pile-up without a scratch. I want to know how that's possible."
"Oh~ sir, you're quite the curious one. I'm Craig Hollis. May I ask your name?"
"Rory."
Hollis, cigar in one hand and wine in the other, smiled and sat down. "Mr. Rory, in today's world, superpowered people are everywhere. It's hardly surprising anymore."
Since the Battle of New York, humanity had become aware of aliens. After the Snap, superhumans had grown more active than ever. Random new abilities popping up didn't even raise eyebrows anymore.
But hearing the name, Rory finally remembered.
"Mr. Immortal!"
Hollis waved it off with a chuckle. "That's what they used to call me, long time ago."
Also known as the Supreme Human, Mr. Immortal had only one power: he couldn't die. He could be killed, but would always come back to life. Even the Snap couldn't erase him.
He'd resurrect rapidly, healing from any mortal wound. The catch? Non-lethal injuries healed at normal human speed.
Got a paper cut? The fastest way to fix it was to die and reboot.
Rory approached, intrigued. "Mr. Hollis, is it true? You really can't die?"
Hollis shrugged. "Honestly, I've lived long enough. But…"
Thud.
Mid-sentence, he stopped. Slowly looked down.
A hand had stabbed clean through his chest.
"You, "
His head slumped sideways. Dead.
Rory blinked. "???"
He retracted his fingers. Hollis's chest wound was already sealing itself, regenerating at an incredible pace. Within seconds, he was back to normal.
"GAHHH, that hurt, you psychopath, !"
Hollis sat up, rubbing his chest, grumbling. "Rory, where are your manners?!"
Tear,
"AAAAHHHH!!"
Rory had just ripped off Hollis's arm.
This time, it didn't grow back right away. Instead, Hollis wailed in pain.
Rory casually stomped down, caving in Hollis's ribcage.
The screaming stopped.
Several seconds later, a new arm sprouted, and the crushed chest healed. Hollis groaned awake.
"Wait, wait, what the hell do you want from me?! I've never done anything to you!"
Getting attacked out of nowhere had thoroughly rattled him.
Rory pulled out his ID with a smile. "I'm a consultant for the military's research division. You intrigue me. I'd like to invite you to assist in a few studies."
Mr. Immortal's entire body stiffened. He trembled, then rapidly shook his head.
"No! I'm not going! Get out of my house or I swear I'll call the police, "
Rory adjusted his strength and punched Hollis unconscious.
He slung the man over his shoulder and walked calmly back to the Humvee.
"Drive. We're heading back to base."
Rory's face lit up like he'd found the rarest treasure.
,
Back at the military base, Rory carried Hollis straight into the lab.
"Clear the table. Prep the tools."
He strapped Hollis down and approached with a thick syringe, just as Hollis began to stir.
"Oh God, what the hell is that?! Get that thing away from me!"
"Relax, Mr. Immortal. I promise I'll be gentle."
But nothing about Rory's actions said "gentle." He jammed the syringe into a major artery and began draining blood, one full barrel's worth.
Hollis's body visibly shriveled, then, moments later, plumped back to normal.
"This is insane! You're violating human rights! I'm going to sue you into the ground!"
He thrashed and screamed. Rory raised the syringe again and said coldly, "Hollis, please be quiet. If you keep yelling, I'll stitch your mouth shut."
Mr. Immortal instantly fell silent.
Rory just smirked. "You can't die, what are you so afraid of?"
Hollis mumbled, "It still hurts…"
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