Zemogeist (Open to Avengers)

[ngm_foes]

It had been so long since he had felt the sensation of physical flesh and blood. In fact he had no idea just how long it had been. Time in Mephisto's Hell blurred as one torment seemed to melt into another in an endless cycle of pain and depravity. It came to the point where he could barely remember his own living past. Through all the torment he did remember a few things, his name, that he had been someone of importance, and an undying hatred of Captain America. These facts somehow kept his soul from completely breaking under the pain. It seemed his stubborn refusal to simply be just another broken soul caught Mephisto's attention, and the Hell-Lord had made him a singular offer. In exchange for a new, demonic life upon Earth once more, Zemo had to destroy the Avengers within a years time. If successful, Heinrich would be reborn as a human in the prime of his life. Failure would mean complete annihilation. In the end it was really no choice at all. Heinrich accepted, and using his newfound powers, returned to the Earthly plane. To Zemo's surprise more time had passed than he had imagined, a new group of striplings now made up the Avengers. As much as he desired vengeance on Captain America, he had to fulfill his contract with Mephisto first. That meant that these children had to die. Zemo was no fool and knew arrogance had led to his death and would not underestimate his opponents again.

His transformation into a demon had not just been physical, but also mental. Zemo learned that he now had a much greater affinity for dark magicks. While a man of science in life, Zemo would use any tool he had to to gain what he desired. Converting his body into raw, demonic essence, he moved through the night sky unseen by the humans below until he came to the headquarters of the Avengers. He moved towards it, his essence expanding and bonding with the building, an action completely unnoticeable to those on the street. When finished, all reality within the building was his to manipulate. Time to see just what these modern-day wunderkind could do.

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[poorgirlsarcee]

Yeah that was noticed!

Well after getting grazed it was. She tossed the orb again, this time fully singing, the speakers in the device amplifying her voice enough to at least do some damage as she held her arm a second, moving for cover. "End program!"

No one would change the program to actually hurt her, the dialogue sure, hell probably even change things up by having her fight holographic versions of the others, but she'd be told of that change or the fact weapons weren't going to stay to hand to hand combat.

[ngm_foes]

The AIM tech was hit, sending him into the wall, dropping the gun. However, the program did not end when Mira ordered it to.

The AIM tech got to his feet and spoke English with a German accent. "Fighting like a girl will not save you." That's when the helmet split in the middle to reveal rows of fangs as it leapt at her.

[poorgirlsarcee]

And here would be a string of curses that would make a whole ship of sailors blush as she rolled out of the way.

"DK, get anyone outside the room to shut the program down will ya!" Hopefully the AI could do that, if not it could at least talk to the AI's in the mansion to do it right? The little alien tech one should have managed to become compatible to some degree at least.

She spotted the fallen gun and scrambled to her feet, going to snag it as she ran, the Sonic boom hovered in her reach if needed.

She went back to humming, the song picking up speed, this one she wasn't going to sing the lyrics fully, but DK realized what she was doing and started playing it through the speakers, the beat from the drum managing small booms, she kept the device between her and the creature.

"That mug's way too fucking ugly for AIM, must be some HYDRA science lab reject. Would almost feel sorry for you, but really not in the mood to feel sorry." The gun moved up and she gave a short burst in his direction. If this was still a simulation it wouldn't be hard to kill it, after all it was a high tech video game right?

She really hated the idea of first person shooters!

[ngm_foes]

The barrage of gunfire drove the AIM monster to the ground, smoke coming from it's body. The simulation didn't turn off, but the monster didn't move.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Keeping the gun in hand she ran for where she knew where the door was, opening it would stop the program, at least it had before. If nothing else, she'd be closer if her AI could actually get word out that there was trouble in the training room.

And there were a lot of people in the building with a ton of a lot more physical strength than one little musician with some skill with tech had.

She decided against playing nice with any guards she passed on her way back, just hoping the gun had enough ammo in it, or that she'd be able to snag another.

"DK, remind me next time not to run a sim without my armor again alright? Because ow, getting shot with these hurts." She snatched the floating orb from the air, deciding it may be best to conserve it's battery life as much as possible.

[ngm_foes]

"You have not begun to understand true pain, fraulein, but you will. The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. The AIM monster that had been downed, suddenly mutated further, it's arms and legs turning into long, spider-like appendages. Flipping on to these, it darted after her with frightening speed.

[poorgirlsarcee]

"Doubt you really know who you're dealing with." She managed to get her back to the wall and paled a moment when she saw the thing mutate.

I'm seriously going to chew out the person who programmed Silent hill into the simulations. The thought had her cover her mouth a moment and close her eyes as she lifted the gun to fire. Opening her eyes she pulled the trigger as her other hand went to steady the gun.

"DK any fucking time now!" She hissed to the bracelet on her wrist. "And really," She addressed the voice now. "Stereotypical much? Ya sound like one of the assholes in old war movies." She felt behind her for the panel to open the door. Come on open will ya.

[ngm_foes]

The bullets connected, but the AIM monster seemed more durable this time as it kept coming forward. The voice now came from the monster's horrid mouth.

"Perhaps I don't." It hissed and lifted one of it's sickle-like legs. "Ironic how close you are, fraulein." The point of the leg came flying down.

However luck was with Mira as she managed to hit the right button.

[poorgirlsarcee]

She yelped as the door behind her opened, spilling her into the hall, the point of the leg just missing. She scrambled back fully into the hall.

Getting up she moved down the hall, not daring to turn her back on the creature.

"Great so there's really a Nazi asshole taking over the computer. Hasn't this been way over done already. I think I saw the anime." She needed to get to her bike. She'd feel safer with the armor around her.

[ngm_foes]

The creature scurried into the hallway, then started to chuckle.

"The computer? How small-minded you are." It darted after her, scurrying on its spider-like limbs.

[poorgirlsarcee]

When it followed her out into the hall there was an 'Oh Shit!' moment. Mira bolted for the doors that would lead upstairs.

"DK, bring it in, I don't care if they bitch about a broken window at the moment, but kinda think I'll need it."

[ngm_foes]

When she opened the door, hanging from the ceiling was the AIM monster, it's head upside-down facing her.

"What precisely are you trying to call." It's face shifted so that the costume looked a more purple red color, and the beekeeper helmet seemed to take on the appearance of a striped hood. "Armor perhaps? Some manner of successor to that blowhard, Iron man perhaps?"

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira jumped back from the monster.

"Anytime now DK," She hissed and glowered when Iron Man was mentioned.

"Oh please, the tincan's no where as cool. So what if it has boot jets." She lifted the empty gun swinging it at the face.

[ngm_foes]

Where was once a mouthless hood suddenly a demonic maw of teeth opened up and caught the gun between them.

"Really?" One spider-limb shifted into a thin, demonic hand. "Perhaps you could show me? It would be interesting to see how the modern world has progressed in my absence.

[poorgirlsarcee]

And here's an 'Oops that wasn't supposed to happen' look as she let go of the gun back peddling in order to get out of reach.

"Yeah, won't enjoy it too much." She reached to the orb stuffed in her pocket now. "DK Click Click Boom." She hissed as she ran back the way she had come, tossing the orb his way, hoping the small AI would remember the command that would turn the speaker into a screaming sonic bomb with only about ten feet radius.

[ngm_foes]

"What is-?" The question is cut off in an irate shriek as the sphere activates. The monster snarls as it drop from the ceiling, attacking the orb as Mira ran.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira started for the actual door that would lead her upstairs. She needed backup. Her mind was racing on trying to think who was still in the building.

[ngm_foes]

"This will not save you, child." The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. "You and your teammates' flayed corpses will be presented to Captain America. He will know despair before I end his life."

[poorgirlsarcee]

"Great so we have a haunted fucking house with a hard on for Cap." She shoved her way through the doors bounding up the stairs. "You know I haven't memorized all the idiots that he's dealt with, I sucked at history class unless it was musical history."

And I really am glad I wasn't in boots running that sim. Heels would have sucked ass running in. Not sure how all the others do it. She thought as she started humming again.

"If you want to get out alive run for your life..." The words where whispered as she bolted up the stairs, "DK, where's the bike already." She grumbled.

[ngm_foes]

"Irreverent waif. Your feigned defiance only shows how terrified you truly are."

When she reaches the top, the demonic figure stands, looking different once again. A wool covered vest, the mouthless striped hood, along with the purple-red costume and yellow gloves stretched over long, thin claws.

"I am Baron Heinrich Zemo. Clawed free from Hell itself. I will see the Captain and his legacy, the Avengers especially, burned to ash."

[poorgirlsarcee]

Seeing him she thought about darting back downstairs, but without weapons she would just end up tiring herself out. Standing her ground she glared at him, trying hard not to breathe too hard. Next time she decided to bolt up steps, she'd take an elevator, leave the running to someone in Cap's bloodline.

"Great noble asshole instead of the normal grade. And really Hell? That just screams more cliche. I really think I've seen this one too. Little salt, little holy water and a priest is all we need to clear this mess up. I'd add bad accents, but you already got it."

DK beeped on her wrist informing her through the vibrations that shot through her arm, that it was scared, it couldn't contact it's body. She clenched the hand into a fist trying not to show worry in her face. And you're not getting responses from the AIs in the building so okay, what now? I'm still rookie here and out of ammo now. She thought knowing there would be no way she could get to her room where she might have another Boomer.

[ngm_foes]

Zemo suddenly moved, a near split-second and his hand shot for Mira's throat.

"I am twelfth of a proud line of rulers and men of importance and grandeur. I will not suffer insult from you or any other to that lineage."

[poorgirlsarcee]

She gasped as the hand was around her throat, but had been put in that position by guys before. At least that was predictable.

"Royals are still man not gods. And the demigods I know have better manners on how to treat women." She shoved with all her strength as her knee went up. She knew dirty tricks from working shady bars on how to stay safe.

And Zemo had walked right into one.

"And touch me again I'm going to show you why it's a bad idea to piss off a musician."

[ngm_foes]

And the blow hit. By all accounts it should have worked..except Zemo was no longer human. His eyes flared as the grip tightened, raising her off the ground.

"You call yourself a woman? Degenerate child. You could never hope to match the class and poise of the women of Berlin."

[poorgirlsarcee]

She yelped as she gripped his hand trying to keep from getting choked to death.

Blue eyes showed her fear, but also defiance. Before she had been on the run she had fought hard in a field that had been mostly man run, the bike was proof of her hard work. Her parents may have enjoyed a degenerate lifestyle with their business, but she wasn't them.

"I haven't had complaints about my class from the Demigod I date." She kicked out again, if he dropped her at least it would give her a few breaths of air. She wasn't going to go down without a fight though.