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Murderworld 2012

The sound of spotlights coming on could be heard, and the darkness that had embraced the people within the room had disappeared. Instead, they were on what looked like an elaborate stage... something out of a reality TV show like the Bachelor. As if things could not get stranger, a large, 65" LED TV came to life, showing a young woman in a white jacket, green shirt, and a horrible yellow and orange polka dot tie.

"Ah! Our lovely contestants have woken up! Welcome, welcome one and all to Murderworld 2012!" The neuro-implants in the sides of her eyes began to glow a bright green in color, and her face had a large smile upon it. "These contestants were carefully selected to take part in the most fun, and dangerous version of Murderworld yet! Winners get to live, if we have any winners, that is. And the losers? Well, they get to die horribly painful and elaborate deaths!"

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Now that everyone had escaped each of their worlds, it was only a matter of time before they caught up with everyone else by the center section of the room. Before them was a large door that appeared sealed shut and there did not appear to be any keypad or button to get it open with. It was sealed from the inside.

"Perhaps that scepter you picked up could be of some use, now. We could use it to pry the doors open." Francis pointed out to Spider-Man, before giving a meek wave to the rest of the heroes. "Hi, not an automaton. Just a scientist with Autism. Don't mind me!

"I'm still not convinced that he's not secretly an Autismaton, but that's what happens when your parents employ an LMD babysitter for you as a child." Not that he'd ever actually complained about Babysitter Cheesecake.

He turned to the door and looked down at the scepter. "Nope. This is for clubbing." Tucking the scepter under his arm - honestly, he was going to stick it between his legs but that would have been far too awkward for far too many reasons - he brought his hands out and whispered, "thwip thwip," before loosing his spider-hooks. They embedded themselves into the doors. Taking a huge breath, Spider-Man stepped back and pulled with all of his spider-strength.

Mary carefully removed the papers from the flesh pocket she had created. "Any of this mean anything to anybody? It's a little too egghead for me, but I think it's talking about the lady we all saw when we got brought here."

Francis moved over towards Mary to take a gander at the papers.

"Ah-ha! Here we go! Yes... these were the implants we gave Ms. LeBeau on request by an Alistaire Shaw. These notes are mine, since I warned of the umm... problems we had with them. Arcade managed to hack into the other recipients of the implants and made them... do things, and then killed them off. My boss over-rode me on the order not to use them, unfortunately. He said that you cannot ignore a Shaw's money." He paled a bit when he found the news articles in all the paperwork that Mary held. "If he had listened to me, so many people would still be alive."

"There's something you're not telling us, Frankie," Spider-Man said off-handedly. "And I say this because my spider-senses are tingling." Not that he actually had spider-senses, but it was a good line. Why not use it? "What sort of problems? What things did Arcade do with these other recipients?" The doors popped off and Spider-Man stumbled back a few steps. "And, okay, sorry. Who's Alistaire Shaw?"

"He made them commit suicide, all of them but one." Francis looked even more pale, distraught, even. "The first recipient stripped naked and jumped off the George Washington Bridge. At first, my boss said it was due to his own mind deteriorating. Then the second recipient slaughtered his entire family, before killing himself on camera. That is when we were asked to investigate the implants and discovered they had both been hacked. Again... boss refused to do a recall. There was too much money at stake."

As the door started to open, it revealed an elevator. Franchis sat down on the ground outside of it, letting Spider-Man know everything.

"Because there was no recall, the third recipient was hacked as well, and jumped off the Empire State Building. Again, my boss refused to do a recall. Alisatire Shaw, Sebastian Shaw's grandson, came into our offices. He demanded we give his bodyguard the implants, after she was gunned down and left umm... incredibly disabled. My boss told us not to tell him about the hacking issue, as he was willing to pay top dollar for the implants, and wanted them as soon as possible."

"Alistaire Shaw..." Mary trailed off. "Pretty sure I've seen that name in the gossip rags."

A glowing ninja turtle was not very stealthy. Athos didn't particularly care at the moment. He silently padded into the room while he gave off waves of heat. He eyed the occupants and slowly turned his powers off.

His glow from within slowly died.

"That's fifty shades of ugly right there," Spider-Man whispered. "Clearly, these guys also enjoy their Saw sequels."

He leaned against the wall and made as though he were filing his nails. He wasn't, given the gloves he was wearing. "You realize she might not come out of this alive."

"I do." Francis gave a nod of his head. "Perhaps... it might be for the best. I mean, for all we know, removal of the implants could scramble her brains. And there is no known family listed in her medical reports, so if she does survive, she would become a ward of the state. It would be quite sad. I mean, no one to visit you or even acknowledge you existed."

Before Francis could go on, the elevator door opened and there was "Arcade" standing before them. She took two steps out of the elevator, hands resting on her hips.

"Well, well, well... you all got out so quickly! I was expecting at least ONE of you losers to die! Color me surprised! And now, for the finale of our show... having all of you so called "heroes" murder me!" Arcade chuckled shutting the elevator behind her and just leaning against it. "What is it you want? Revenge? To see me hurt? How far are you willing to go to do that? Are you willing to sacrifice someone innocent in all of this? No matter your choice, none of you can be heroes in this, and THAT is what makes it oh so entertaining!"

"...yeabutwut?" Mary said. "I mean, this has got to be in my top ten irritating days of all time, but seriously? Murder? Yeah, not happening."

"Yeah Murder's not in my gameplan thanks." Mira spoke up finally. She watched Alisa giving a small grin. "Though freeing your hostage would be a good idea. If that means you're a drooling mess somewhere not my problem."

Though she was still trying to think if she could hack in to free Alisa or not.

Athos put both his sai back into their places behind his sash. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. He was not sure what to do, but he was not going to murder someone.

"I don't twig that rube, but she's got one connection. Look for someone else to nick her."

"If you wanted someone willing to kill Alisa, you might have wanted to, I don't know, pick up a villain or two as well as the heroes?" He sighed, then, thinking about his parents, the training and values that they had instilled in him, his father as a high-ranking Agent of SHIELD and his mother a former agent of HYDRA, retired superheroine, and Agent of SHIELD.

"We'll do our best to save her," Spider-Man replied. He turned to look at the rest of his team. "There are no guarantees, of course. There never are."

"Well then, I guess I am going to have to force your..." Suddenly, Arcade dropped, almost like a broken doll. The neurological implants were blinking yellow for a few seconds, before starting to glow orange.

"Something must have disrupted Arcade's control over her! Now's our chance!" Francis pointed out, trying to grab the scepter from Spider-Man to take out Alisa.

"I don' recommend dat." Alisa's eyes finally came into focus, looking up at Francis, then the rest of the group. She spoke with her accents, which came and went because of the implants, but was the best way to show she was in control of herself. for now, anyway. "Arcade's control has been spotty at best. Where-ever he is... his wi-fi keeps goin' out. I'm bettin' he's usin' Comcast."

She actually made a joke. She made a joke!

"It's gonna take'em less den five minutes to regain control of my body, again. So I suggest you do me a solid, and either hit me with some kind o' electrical charge while you can, or get out o' here." She managed a frown. "I do not want to hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. If dat means livin' de rest o' my life alone somewhere wit' barely any braincells to rub together... den so be it. I know I said I would rather be dead den dat outcome... but I refuse to give dis bastard what he wants."

"I could probably turn into an electric eel or something," Mary said. "But even a giant one might not have enough charge... and I couldn't control it well enough anyway."

Mira thinks a moment. "Alisa how much of you is robotic, would an emp blast do too much damage?" She knows she can set off a small one with the wrist band she wears, it'll hurt like hell, if only because of the amount of charge it takes to go through her arm. "And hopefully we won't have to fight our way out of here. I'm lousy at best, and that's with my armor."

"About twenty eight percent o' me is robotic." Her head was killing her, so she was just going to estimate. "My lower leg is a cybernetic replacement. And considering how little time we got wit' me still in control, I'm gonna tell you to use it. I'll just... TRY and give Stephanie a call and see if my leg can be repaired after de blast. Well, if I am capable afterwards. I honestly do not know what state I'll be in once de implants are turned off."

She gave a shake of her head.

"It should also knock out most o' de cameras recordin' dis horror show. So go for it, chere. End Arcade's side-show."

Athos looked at the others and then at the floor. Just on the off-chance it was carpeted. Because all he could do was give off a static charge.

He doubted he would be that useful. So he backed up to let someone else do the spark-show.

Spider-Man held up a fist that was glowing with a sickly, pale green energy. "Maybe a bio-electric venom blast might help do something here?" What, he wasn't exactly sure, but he was also comfortable enough doing some of the dirtier stuff that the others weren't. Nothing Wolverine-esque, but he was fully aware that if he was ever going to make it as a SHIELD agent in the future, he'd have to go down some dark corridors.

"Will dat produce enough electricty to fry de implants and allow me to you know, live? Or will it just create a minor surge and den... oh forget it!" Alisa groaned before she got back on her feet. "You guys are takin' too long decidin' on what to do! Time is not a luxury we 'ave right now! If Arcade regains control o' me, we're all screwed! My powers are close to being at full power. I'd destroy you all, and I won't do dat!"

Alisa grabbed the scepter from Francis, who was in shock, still. With her eyes narrowed, she walked over to the power supply of the elevator and shook her head.

"Dis is gonna suck." At least her leg had a surge protector in it. This meant that it would not be effected by what she was going to do. And with her powers at nearly 80%, the shock should not kill her, right? Just effect the implants. "Yeah, dis is gonna suck. You all might wanna stand back."

With a sigh, Alisa looked into one of the cameras recording all of this. This could be her last chance to say something.

"Alistaire Shaw, if you are watchin' dis freak show... know dat one idiot in dis own world actually fell in love wit' you. An' Ryan Grimm... stay awesome. You're a good guy an' deserve to be happy no matter what. Oh, an' Arcade... when I recover, you bets be lookin' over your damn shoulder, because I am going to KILL you for what you made me do. Not a t'reat, a promise."

She thrust the scepter into the power supply, effectively electrocuting herself. The lights in the room would flicker and the elevator doors would open during all of this. She held on to the metal pole for as long as she could, until the neurological implants burnt out.

Finally, she let go, and was sent nearly halfway across the room. Alisa fell to the floor hard, with a sickening thud. Her eyes were wide open and she was breathing. That was a good sign, right? She just was not moving too much.

Her actions prevented Arcade from regaining control of her, but they also did something else. They showed the "elevator" was actually an exit to Murder World! On the other side of those doors was a seaside dock. Francis made a run for it, while the heroes remained inside with Alisa.

"It's a real exit! It's real!" Francis spoke with such joy. "We're free!"

"I..." Mary started. "What? What just happened here?"

Athos raised a scaly brow. "Berk jumped right into the blinds and walked right up to a leafless tree."

He shook his head. He glanced at the downed Alisa. "I'm not banging around. No graybeard at fixing that either."

He looked at the others to see what they would do.

Mira moved to check Alisa's pulse. "I'm not leaving her here, you guys can go ahead if you want, but I met her before. She's a little crazy, but hell anyone who would get into a fight with fa... Vampires would have to be." She was trying to figure out how the hell she'd get her out of there though.

"Remi's probably going to have my hide over it," Mary said, "but we could probably take her to the Future Foundation. I'm sure our lab geeks would love to design better prostheses for her."

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