Yo! I'm gonna start these short chapters to get better at writing fight scenes with drama in advance, as well as to use as fillers for minor hiatus moments like these while I'm writing chapters or in a writers slump.
SC stands for short chapters in cases yall was wondering.
They got not shit to do with the plot, and are basically what ifs.
If yall see a chapter with SC #__, than it means it's just for laughs.
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I'm observing General Thaddeus 'Thunderbolt' Ross twitching uncontrollably as bulging red veins pound grotesquely in his neck, arms, and face.
His eyes are flickering between his normal light brown, and glowing crimson laced with unimaginable fury.
"YOU!" General Ross growls, spittle flying from his frothing mouth, and his back hunched as he desperately struggles to suppress the emergence of his alyer ego that lives inside him. RED HULK. "You did this, Ultra Boy! You made me have to call upon this monstrosity!"
"No," I say calmly, hovering 20 feet above the pristine lawn of the Whitehouse, my arms crossed over my chest, my white cape fluttering behind me like an angel's wings, shifting slightly to my left in the soft breeze. "You did it to yourself. You tried to cut corners. You tried to hide the fact that you hired assassins from Madripoor to target my family. My moms... if she hadn't survived... if I'd been over a fraction too late..." My voice breaks softly, my gaze hardening. My words trailed off, but the Hardwick News channel camera man caught all of it.
"You're so righteous, huh? So arrogant! You represent the very threat to our nation's security that I've dedicated MY ENTIRE LIFE TO DEFEND!!! AND YOU! WILL! NOT! STOOPPPP MEEEEEEEEE!" Ross yells, fully giving in to the gruesome transformation of the Red Gamma Spawned being known as Red Hulk.
"Ross. You still don't get it. This isn't me stopping you," I say, my voice passionate, putting on the act that will subtly sway the opinions of all the viewers watching without them realizing it. "You mobilized an assassin organization from a foreign state to murder in cold blood a woman who is a mother, a wife, a daughter. A civilian. Don't you see? You let foreign hostiles on american soil in an attempt to assassinate a civilian mother who's never had so much as a speeding ticket. I'm not the one stopping you. The morality and and righteous principles on which our great country was founded are stopping. You aren't leaving here alive. And after I kill you... I'll turn myself in to the pentagon without so much as a struggle," I finish.
Dead silence. Ross knows he's fucked. He knows he's not getting away scot free. But he wants to escape, and he's like a rat trapped in a corner.
But... there's a reason they say never to face a cornered rat.
Because a cornered rat will eat it's own limbs if it means it can escape...
"RRRAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" A primal roar shakes the air, and every bird within a two mile radius Flys off.
"You loathsome ingrate! I'll rip you limb from limb, then feed your entrails to the dogs while your mother watches! Then I'll do the same to her! And everyone else you've so muched as talked to in passing!" At the end of that despicable and inhumane sentence, the now fully formed Red Hulk launches himself at me, rings of soil being loosened as the pure force of his launch breaks the sound barrier.
THWOOOOOOMMM!!
One second Red Hulk's still on the ground, and the next he's front of me his oversized fist moments from striking me with enough force to flatten Manhattan.
BOOOOOOOMMMMM!
The strike lands and a shockwave of excess energy created from Red Hulk striking me rushes outwards in waves with me and him at the epicenter. Fierce winds comparable to a Tsunami envelope the state of Maryland, felt even hundreds if miles away. Luckily, there are procedures in the event of a supernatural event abd only the reporter in the Null Zone could even see it, unless you count the millions of people watching the livestream that Jimbo, the cameraman is recording while they wait it out in the Null Zone panic bunkers prepared for events just like this.
Finally, the dust settles, and what I'm doing leaves all tje viewers on utter shock.
In my open palm rests the fist of Red HULK, straining with pathetic intensity to move my hand that nullified the forward momentum of hus punch with all the effort of picking up a kleenex.
"Ross. Say goodbye to Betsy. This is the one reprieve I can grant you." I say softly, but still loud enough for the camera to hear me.
"You won't BEAT MEEEEE!!!" He bellows instead, ignoring my request entirely.
"Then so be it Ross. Woe is the man who fails to recognize that to defeat his worst enemy he needs not to look past more than his reflection," I say, feigning sad resolve to look better in the cameras. "You could never have hoped to beat me Ross. Let me show you why," I say, before uppercutting him into the atmosphere with such force that the Whitehouse below me crumbles from the mere pressure of the wind generated by the force of my supersonic punch.
BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!
The sound barrier once again shatters as Red Hulk is launched upward faster than Quicksilver's top speed.
Wind whistles past my ears as I accelerate in my flight, triggering a second sonic boom and quickly catching up with the disoriented body of Ross.
I grab him fiercely by the neck with my right arm, hovering so far above the surface of Earth that it looks like those photos of the first moonlanding, or the photos taken by the astronauts aboard the I.S.S.
As I hold him in my my grip, all feigned sympathy is gone.
"You made a mistake, Ross. A big, big mistake. Know what it was?c I say calmly and evenly.
Kkhheeuukkk... Krueeeuuukkkk...
He struggles to breathe the ultra thin air from the height we're at while I crush his windpipe.
"Don't Worry, Ross. Since you can't talk, I'll tell you anyways. The mistake you made wasn't targeting my mom. Wasn't capturing her. It wasn't even attacking me head on. It was your preconceived notion of your entitlement to impunity." I say, my eyes flaring red as my heat vision automatically reacted to my murderous intent.
"That, Ross, was your mistake. Thinking that I wouldn't kill you for
It. But... that's exactly what I'm finna do, you fucking shit streak on the underwear of humanity!" I yell, as my heat vision drills into his forehead, albeit not a fatal intensity.
"THERE'S NO CAMERAS HERE, ROSS!NO WITNESSES! I'M GONNA TAKE MY TIME! YOU PROVOKED NOT ONLY SOMEONE STRONGER THAN YOU, BUT SOMEONE NOT HUMAN AT ALL. BE HONORED. I'VE NEVER USED MY FULL STRENGTH BEFORE. DIE, ROSS. DIE LIKE THE DUMPSTER JUICE STAIN YOU ARE." I yell, my rage boundless.
How dare he touch my mom? How dare he even touch her!
With no hesitation, I punched, and I punched with all my strength.
I heard something cracking, and in the Distance I hear a voice as I pass out fir some inexplicable reason.
"Damn, Dionna! He's really only a Semi-Divine," A familiar voice says laughing.
"Shut it, creep! I don't know what's happening either. But he is most definitely not a simple Divine. He's ascended to Mid-Tier Divinity. And he now bears the mark of Progenitor of his race..."