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peakyfag · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅

ㅤㅤ𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

I truly have nothing else to do, and these two have been living in my head rent-free for the past few days. warnings: period-typical homophobia, a little bit of religious trauma and internalized homophobia.

ㅤ— The two met during adolescence. The first time they had seen each other was during a rendezvous between Thomas and Jeremiah; Finn was all but shy of twelve, and Isaiah was sixteen, bordering on seventeen. By that point, Finn would not unglue from Isaiah.

— For a long time, Isaiah could not bring himself to view the youngest of the Shelby's as more than a little brother; both due to the age difference between the twain of them, simple five complete years, and due to Finn's personality in itself: he was a sweet boy, indeed. Gentle, naive and soft-spoken.

— And so, he had made a duty out of protecting Finn. It was as though he was a fourth older sibling to Finn, whose vision could not be further from Isaiah's own. No, it truly could not be further, no doubt.

— At first, it was nothing more than a little, innocent crush of youth. A crush of which Finn cultivated ever since he saw the preacher's son—and one he long fought and fought to forget and to keep at bay. Really, at such a tender age, he was a good, catholic boy, raised on the very end-of-the-world that was Birmingham, at the time (even if it was mere 100 miles away from London).

— It would have been easier, he thought, should he have been in London. That was the portrait of whom, at the ripe age of thirteen, he had came to be: a paltry youngster, a boyish scant of Birmingham, always protected by his family and his brothers, the fucking Peaky Blinders—as they called themselves, seemingly taking all delight on it, and as others called them as well. When the sun shone, he rolled his eyes at such nonsense; yet, as dawn fell by the sky, he craved to be one of them.

— At last, he was a Shelby by birth. The only thing he carried of his family was the surname, but not their blood. He should have honoured the name which he was given. Indeed, he should have—at last, however, time did not wait for the honour of one, for it had a duty of its own, and such was to pass. Finn, despite himself and whatever reveries his juvenile and chimerical mind created, grew. He grew not into a sword, nor into a blade, but in a callow boy—against all odds he bet.

— Time was the hound of the mightiest jaw, and for that, it possessed metallic hands. As the claws of the clock got to him, he tried with all the might in himself to be involved with whoever was the poor girl that would have him, and hand to him a press of lips or two; a thorn of affection and a rose of wanting. Even then, there had been something wrong. Whatever was that thing, it wandered, walked by his entrails as does a spider. There was a certain element, a certain discomfort which overcame him as delicate, feminine hands (agreeable to all, but to him) enveloped his neck, in the manners of chains.

— Then, the excuses would come to him: the hour was bad, he said, none time did he had. By most, the girls could barely last a week—with luck, they could last for one and a half!—and he, in the circumstances of his birth, learned to saunter only through the shadows. Never would his steps reacb luminescence. But Birmingham perceived his ways, and, once more, he walked by obscurity, as though he was an aloof mouse. Still, he always remained by the side of Isaiah.

— With observant eyes, Isaiah watched as nature sowed Finn. The more he was sowed, the more Isaiah’s eyes dawned upon him, delineating every detail and feature they could soak in. At eighteen, Finn had been transformed into a certainly alluring little thing: he was a beauty, a man of pale skin, with and inviting and longish neck, reddish and well-contourned lips. And his eyelashes; they lingered through all, as did his eyes themselves, and were as long and flattering as the incarnation of grace.

— At nineteen, only one year later, he was a youth much mismatched to that of the rest of his own kin: with a slender silhouette and a frame sculpted and chiselled by the art of all thar was exquisite and flimsy, he had longish legs and fine hands. There was a hidden adroitness in the bounds of his body, a contained charm which contaminated everything he could do. Most said he was quite alike to his late mother, when the woman was the same age as him.

— He had not met Mrs.Shelby, but if she was as alike to Finn as said the bad tongues, then she was a woman of great beauty, indeed. Dwelling on these thoughts almost gave him the desire to have met her before God took her. And in the fullness of time, when the age of twenty came to him, Finn turned into a true and heartful, lovely youth; so beautiful. In all honesty, really. The mere way in which his lips enveloped the cigarette did more than enough to force Isaiah to look the other way.

— By great irony of creation, it seemed that Finn had been transformed into a grandiose portrait of his kismet; the rest of his life waltzed in him. Observing and observing, a particular notion about the youngster came to him, one of which he had never lingered upon: Finn was never quite there. Not quite here and not quite there, as though he was a zephyr, a phantom-like creature, always sauntering in the eyes of all but never truly appearing in light, only obscurity. He was as hidden as the agrestic. This notion, it seemed, solely served for them to be further close.

— But as aware of Finn as he turned to be, he took no act. He had met the boy when he was all but a child, a scarce little lad, and had watched as every moment of the world dawned upon him. He had been certain that he was nothing more than a fourth brother to Finn, as if three were not yet enough—Finn nurtured a meagre fraternal affection for him, no other could do. As it was, he had been by his side since he was a wight of twelve. The naviety and gentleness of that age seemed to have been lost in him, however.

— There had been a particular night, though: in a dark alleyway away from the Garrison, when the hour was gloomy and when the shades of evening had already stabilished rule through the city's aurora. There had always been an individual easiness between him and the other, where words were not made necessary, for the sky spoke for them. Between both, silence was as euphonic as the melody of a church's chore and, for all, it was easier to be with Finn when all was quiet.

— Whilst a caramel candy was the sole thing to dance around Isaiah's mouth, a cigarette, lightened by Isaiah himself, laid between Finn's lips. It was an sardonic image, yes, wrote out in even more sardonic stanzas. A definitive gleam shone through Finn's eyes when the lighter came to his mouth: a fiery glow, a haunting and golden luminescence in those hazel eyes. The flickering of the flame delineated all of the freckles in Finn's fair, lovely features. It was a derisive acerbity, that his flesh was so ivory in tone.

— He should not smoke, Isaiah remarked, and yet a venom remained in Finn's veins, even if it was as fine as a rabbit's hair. He was still a Shelby, no less—and venom was nothing if not inherited by the family's blood. And Finn, sweet, pretty Finn inherited the verses of his kin's serpent as well. He was gracious and sly, quiet and wily. Truly, he possessed the potential to be cunning. Even so, as the cigarette went out and Finn brought another one to hover between his red lips, Isaiah, in repeated motions, held out the lighter to set it aflame, but then—then, the mere look the other shot him was enough for him to abandon the object in his pockets, take Finn by the jaw and kiss him.

— The flavour of that caramel candy, which Finn had long observed by Isaiah's lips, shred its paths through his mouth, as he was certain that the taste of tobacco did by Isaiah's own. Hands, once in his jaw, wandered until one of them held his waist and the other held his hip. His own slender arms came to circle around Isaiah's neck, and his body was firmly pressed to the other's—with a tint or two of something he could not name, albeit as heavy as concrete, he saw that he ought to stand on tiptoe to equalize both heights. A glint shone by Isaiah's eyes; it was hunger that he saw in the man's pupils. And God, did he not kiss well?

— In a short and eventual period, encounters such as that turned into a trite remark for both. Way too trite, if the opinion of logic should be considered. All the rendezvous were always at dawn, where no eyes could pry and no soul would wander around, always strategically distant from any point where one could recognize the both of the two. They hid and hid as though they were rats in a a cathedral, distant from the sacred, hidden of the punishments for one's existant in itself. A man had once said, "my existence is a scandal".

— Where moonlight slips, an euology for a certain image is kept. And did the both had quite the visage to keep, Finn reckoned. Yes, they did—as sure as the sun rises day after day, and the crows keep on creaking dawn after dawn. One cannot be thought as blind, for when the eyes close, one can be merely blinking.

— Every suspicion was to be kept at bay, like a prisioner in gelid bars. If one did so much as dream that such encounters had been happening, when the only element to be seen was dawn—oh, heavens. The mere thought of it send a cold trail down his spine; he wore his fear as though it was a perfume of cruel aroma. Yes, they should be discreet—proper, even. The vision of Finn, with agitated eyes and agony in his every motion, looking to one side and then the other in disturbed attempts to find anyone in sight, turned into an usuality. An eventuality, perhaps.

— Isaiah was lying through his very teeth when he told him to calm himself, that both could not be seen; he knew that much. The other cultivated the same preoccupations as him, he was certain. His arrogance had never quite left him, no. In fact, one could say his gentleness and naviety had long been traded by that deep arrogance. Therefore, he dearly held the belief that Isaiah could not hide anything from him—so dearly he held it, so navietly. But when they were discovered (should they ever be, that is) his particular surname would not take him nor Isaiah out of the gallows.

— At night, one could say that his prayers only held one thing: that his neck broke when the rope was tightened, and that Polly was not there to witness. Cowards are sculpted by the laws of their era. For some time, a press of lips in the neck and a hand here and there sufficed for both him and Isaiah; and one may take notice that Finn could never be accustomed with anything for long. All he possessed, alongside his affections, was fear. Fear of discoverence, of whatever Thomas would do once those meetings came to his knowledge, of whatever Isaiah himself would do as the secret (for that was what it all was: a secret to be taken to the grave, where sentimentality lay the most) was told.

— Grandiose were the terrors to roam within the bounds of his bones. The sweet and tender have no enemy but time, that is certain; but in the dance of the clock, the roaring dread will either die in fire and powder or consume, as all greatness does. As it seemed, it just consumed, its teeth and claws as sharp as the verses of the Devil, devouring in motions most ardent. For all things sacred, he had tried to take no shame in whatever creature he was (for he was not human, not at all. He could never be; humans were not quite like him) and he had tried to murder his fear. Still, it took vengeance as its, and it repayed. To murder one's terrors, is to murder one's self.

— Finn was young, was he not? Younger than Isaiah, certainly.

— In a golden carriage, it came: the moment where Isaiah decided to confront Finn about it all. The distancing with no past clues to be seen, the very way Finn pretended not to know him when he was up to it, even if he kissed him so hard it could bruise when none were watching. And Finn—he had always had quite a temper, had he not? Yes, he had, and by himself, Isaiah should have realized that such was behind the motives of him avoiding confrontation. Firstly, Finn had the shame to deny that any terror could have ever crept upon him, and then, he all but kept the same speech: that both ought to keep appearances.

— Now, fuck off. It was not as if Isaiah was asking Finn to marry him. All he wanted was a simple little thing: constancy. Perhaps honesty, even.

— He could not tell he did not understand how Finn felt. He was a preacher's son, and as alike to Finn as he could be, he was raised as a catholic lamb; he appeared on every mass, he confessed every blasphemy which could ever come to dwell on his thoughts, and with prying ears, one could hear his prayers before bed. All in all, he purged every sin of his skin, and spent childhood and adolescent living in such a way.

— And there was a certain evening when he supposed he could not live like that, and acceptance came to him. As was evident, Finn still did not possess such understanding, and Isaiah could not be the one to guide him down a path he once followed. It would be, above all else, painful, and albeit he held the want to shepherd Finn, he could not stand to hold the hand of a mirror of whom he once was.

— In eventuality, both parted their destinies. The decision was agreed, and Finn did not have the opportunity to refuse.

This one got quite angsty, and much longer than what I expected. I still have more, though.

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suprgamr66 · 10 months

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Writer comment: This is the uncut version of something I had to submit to school that I wanted to see the light of day because what I had to submit, in my opinion, sucked compared to this. I hope you guys enjoy the first of the infinitewatch chronicles

The Infinite Watch Chronicles: The Omniversal Dead

By: suprgamr66

As the fight goes on, the stone castle Scorpion and Sub-zero were fighting Havik in stayed cold and filled with gold in the room they were in. An ominous bowl of lava was staring them down, almost begging to send someone into it. Scorpions red ninja outfit stained with havik’s blood as his limbs and body regenerates every injury. Sub-zero freezes Havik in place with an ice ball. Havik’s vest and white pants glistening in the ice. As scorpion goes to deal a final blow, a bright white light flashes and they’re all suddenly transported to a dark forest. They can hear someone threatening a group in a cocky voice. Scorpion says, “maybe we should form a temporary alliance with havik until we get back home. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Havik has a look in his eyes that appears to mean that he agrees. Sub-zero says,

“If he betrays us I will rip off his head. I don’t care how many times it grows back.” Scorpion melts the ice keeping havik encased. Havik’s raspy voice says,

“Thank you” once his head is freed from the ice. Once his entire body is out of the ice they weave through the thick forest before they find a clearing, where a man in a leather jacket is pacing, pointing a bat wrapped in barbed wire at people as he passed them, surrounded by a large group of people, like some sick game of duck duck goose. Sub-zero said,

“Hold our position here, I want to see what he does”. The man in the leather jacket says,

“Eenie, meenie, miney, you” and he hits a man with red hair and red mustache. Blood starts pouring out of his head. “LOOK AT THIS GUY! TOOK A HIT TO THE HEAD AND IS TAKING IT LIKE A CHAMP!” The man straightens his back and in a deep angry voice says,

“drink… my… almond milk”. Havik seemed to enjoy seeing this however Scorpion and Sub-zero seemed utterly shocked by the attack the man had performed. The man continued smashing the head until it was nothing but a bloody pulp on the ground. A man in the center said,

“I will kill you. Not today, not tomorrow, but someday.” As the man in the leather jacket begins to walk away he is punched by a man in a denim jacket but is held back from doing anymore by some of the people surrounding the people in the middle. The man gets back up after getting punched and says,

“Back to it” and hits another man on the head. This time the hit was harder and caused the eye to pop out of the socket. Havik leaned forward as if watching his favorite show while Scorpion and Sub-zero were disgusted and shocked by what had been done.

“This is not honor”, Sub-zero said.

“You’re right brother”, Scorpion replied. The man who was hit over the head started stuttering as if struggling to speak. The man in the leather jacket says,

“Woah, I can’t tell but it looks like you’re trying to speak! But you just took one heck of a hit and got hit so hard your eye popped out of your socket”. The man who’s eye is popped out stutters the words,

“Maggie… I will find you”. The man in the leather jacket realizes who he was to Maggie and regrets his decision saying,

“Ah heck. I know this is hard for you. But you have to learn. No exceptions.” He finishes finishes the job, a little quicker this time but still beating the head to a pulp. Scorpion says,

“We must help them” Sub-zero replies,

“While I want the glory of saving these people and killing that man it is not worth it right now. We need to wait until he leaves. We can kill him when he comes back.” Scorpion nods but Havik appears impatient. The man in the leather jacket takes the man who threatened to kill him into a RV. They drive away which Sub-zero sees as his chance to save those captured. He says, “alright, come on, let’s go” scorpion throws his arrow head that’s attached to a chain, it hits a man and he bellows in a deep voice,

“GET OVER HERE!” And he pulls the chain, ripping out the heart which he sets on fire and kicks back, hitting leaked gas lines and causing an explosion setting multiple people on fire. Sub-zero freezes others, crushing their heads upon reaching them, causing blood to spill on the ground. Havik goes in and rips off is arm using it as a bat against two people blood spilling as the heads are knocked off. His arm regrows and he punches another person so hard his hand breaks of and there’s just two arm bones. He stabs a man in the stomach with his bones and rips a hole causing the man’s intestines to fall out. One man runs to try and find where the man in the leather jacket went. After all the people surrounding the others were dead, Scorpion and Sub-zero went to aid the others but havik appeared to be in pain as a he regrew his hand. The people who’d been surrounded, looking stunned, stared at their rescuers as they were brought back to their feet. A boy in a sherif’s hat asked,

“Did you make sure to destroy all the heads?” Sub-zero replied

“It’s too inefficient to aim only for the heads.” The boy responded,

“No. You have too. Where have you been the past two years.” Sub-zero looked at the boy in confusion before havik screamed out in pain. Everyone turned to look at him as one of the people killed was biting havik’s arm. Scorpion quickly threw out the spear head on a chain. It hit the dead man in the head and upon contact scorpion pulled it back ripping the head off. The man in the denim jacket says,

“We’re lucky it was just the arm. We can amputate to save him.” Without hesitation Sub-zero grabs havik by the wrist, turning it to ice and shatters the arm, leaving ice shards all over the ground. But, havik screams out in pain as the arm fails to grow back and blood flows from the wound. Stunned Sub-zero takes a step back, confused as scorpion moves in and creates fire in his hand, cauterizing the wound on contact with the wound. Havik screams out when the flame makes contact. After an agonizing minute of screaming Havik’s arm grows back. Sub-zero asks,

“What happened? You haven’t had any problems regrowing any part of your body before.” Havik responds,

“I don’t know, it feels like my powers have been weakened since arriving here. I’m not sure I can regrow my limbs anymore.” After this, they all go around, stabbing the heads of the dead that haven’t already had their heads destroyed or brain trauma. Scorpion asks,

“What is happening and where in the world are we.” The boy in the hat says,

“Welcome, to when the dead have risen. My names carl, that man’s name is Daryl.” He points to the man in the denim jacket, Carl continues, “That girl over there is named Sasha and depending on how long you were watching us, that’s Maggie.” Carl points to a girl sitting and crying over the remains of one of the people killed by the man in the leather jacket. “The girl over there with the sword is Michone” Carl says. “We lost good men today,” carl continued. “Can you help us?” Scorpion replied,

“Of course. What honor would we have if we didn’t help the weak.” Suddenly, they all hear rustling leaves and they see one of the men that escaped however he’d been captured by another man. Carl had a horrified look on his face as he whispered,

“The governor”

“Who?” Sub-zero asked.

“The governor” carl responded. “He drove us from our last home but died in the process”

“Then how is he here?” Scorpion asked

“I don’t know.” Carl replied. “But we need to kill him now, before he c-.” Before Carl can finish his sentence Sub-zero freezes the governor and scorpion throws his spear chain into the governor’s head and rips it from the body.

“Problem solved.” Havik says. Scorpion throws his chain again but this time wraps it around the man that the governor had.

“What is your name,” scorpion growls. The man replies,

“Simon. I’m Negan’s second in command.”

“Who’s Negan,” scorpion asks.

“I’m Negan,” Simon grunts at him. Scorpion looks confused until Carl says,

“They all call themselves Negan. It’s some form of loyalty I think.” Scorpion says,

“I guess Negan was the one who killed all those people. Well if he’s the second in command maybe we can trade for that guy back.” Carl says,

“That guy is my father and the leader of my group. I’ll kill Negan if he kills him.” Scorpion nods. Daryl says,

“His name is Rick. He’s like a brother to me.” Suddenly, the trailer comes back. The same one Negan had taken Rick in. As Negan comes out he is filled with shock as he sees all his men except Simon who was being held hostage to trade for Rick.

“What happened here,” Negan said in an angry booming voice.

“What happened is we saved these people you were killing without honor.” Sub-zero responds. Havik snarls as he looks at Negan. Rick looks just as shocked but does have a look of slight relief when seeing what was left of his group still alive. Scorpion says,

“We will trade your second in command, Simon, for rick.” Before Negan can respond, there’s a giant gold flash and a giant humanoid figure explodes from the trees. Everybody screams except Havik, Scorpion, and Sub-zero who jump back with a look of determination in their eyes. Before anybody can do anything, the titan reaches down and grabs Negan, throws him in the air, and eats him.

“What the f—,” Scorpion is cut off as a man in a red suit shows up and says

“Hey hey, let’s keep this pg.”

“Who are you,” Scorpion says.

“Hi, I’m Deadpool. We aren’t supposed to curse here. The writer needs to submit this to school.” Scorpion stands there confused and asks,

“What?” Deadpool responds,

“Don’t worry about it. You probably won’t survive long enough to know who he is. I’ve seen the story plan.” Scorpion shakes his head in confusion as a man in full black armor from head to toe with a silver visor and a glowing yellow V emanating from the visor.

“Hello,” the armored man says. “I don’t have time to explain my soldier here. However, you want to get home right? Join us and we’ll get you and your allies back to your home universe.” Scorpion responds,

“What do I need to do.”

“Kill anybody who doesn’t have an armor similar to mine.” Without hesitation scorpion turns to Deadpool, notices he doesn’t have an armor, pulls out his spear and chain, and stabs Deadpool through the heart.

“WHAT THE FLAPJACKS!” Laughing, infinite says,

“Not him. One he can’t die. Two he refuses to wear his armor due to that fact.” Deadpool says,

“Oh shut up you genocidal maniac.” Scorpion looks at Deadpool, then the armored man says,

“He’s just a little insane. Don’t worry. My name’s infinite by the way.” Scorpion replies,

“I will honor this agreement infinite. However, should you make an attempt to commit genocide as Deadpool appears to think, I will not hesitate to cut your head off and end all you stand for.” As he says this another flash, similar to when the first titan showed up. This one appears to be covered in some form of armor. He see’s subzero go to attack the first titan. He freezes the entire body and shatters it killing the titan. However the second titan grabs Sub-zero and before he can react crushes him. Blood spilling from its hand where sub-zero had once been. Deadpool says,

“Honestly I can’t remember the story plan but I at least he died when he was supposed to.” Scorpion was distraught as his brother had just been killed right in front of his eyes. What was left of sub-zero’s body splashed onto the ground in all the blood that had spilled after being crushed. Suddenly, chaos sprung. Cracks in reality started appearing everywhere. People that scorpion had never seen before began spilling from them. There was a clown that appeared to be dancing before biting havik’s head off killing him. Scorpion exclaimed,

“What in the actual f—“ Deadpool cut in,

“Hey! I told you we need to keep it clean. He needs to submit this and if I’m guessing correctly this rough draft is already way off the word limit.” Scorpion responds

“I still don’t understand what you’re talking about and don’t care. My brother was just killed before my eyes and a man who should be able to come back from anything is dead from a clown biting his head off.” Deadpool responds,

“Yeah this is kinda dark. I may enroll the writer in therapy after this is over.” Scorpion says,

“Just stop. You need to stop.” Deadpool changes the subject saying,

“Look over there, they aren’t wearing armor.” Scorpion says,

“No. I can’t kill them. I just saved them. That would be cruel.” Deadpool says,

“Fine, don’t go home infinite’s a man of his word but if you don’t hold true neither will he.” Scorpion says,

“Fine.” He walks over to carl, uncertain as to what he’s doing. He draws his sword and as Carl sees what he’s doing his eyes grow wide with fear. He draws his gun but scorpion is too fast. Before Carl can pull the trigger he teleports behind him and uses his spear chain to stab in in the head. Blood splatters from the wound and Carl falls to the ground, dead. Maggie screams and charges at scorpion but when she’s in range Scorpion draws his sword which he had previously sheathed after killing Carl, and partially cuts her head in half horizontally. He see’s Sasha and throws his spear and chain. Piercing her head and ripping it off of her body. Michone draws her sword and briefly duels as the steel sparks but she’s no match for the trained ninja of the Lin Kuei. She’s cut in half vertically at the end of the duel, blood pooling around her halves. Suddenly, a man who appeared to be around five foot three shoots through one of the cracks with fury in his eyes. He shot what appeared to be cables on the trees swinging around using some kind of gear he killed the armored titan with some sort of rocket explosive before it could do anymore damage. Scorpion took his chance and teleported behind him. Scorpion smashed the man to the ground with a swift, fiery, kick. He dropped to the ground and stabbed the man in the chest. Before he could die, the man began speaking Japanese. Scorpion asked,

“Who?” The man, with his last breath said,

“Berahtoldt.” Scorpion turns to Deadpool and asks,

“Who’s berahtoldt?” Deadpool responds,

“Flappy bird!” Scorpion looks confused before Deadpool continues, “berahtoldt Hoover is the holder of the colossal titan. If he’s here we need to kill him before he can transform.” Scorpion was confused but rightly filled with fear. Suddenly Deadpool points to a man in similar gear compared as the man scorpion had just killed. Without hesitation scorpion throws his chain, stabbing Berahtoldt in the head, this time he didn’t rip the head off. Instead he sent a fire ball down the chain and exploded his head. Blood splattering everywhere. Suddenly someone who appeared to be a 9th grade English teacher was running across the battle field however there was a red glow in her eyes. Believing this to be another enemy he sprints forward and cuts her in half, blood and intestines spilling from her body. Scorpion begins a blind rage killing almost anybody in his path blood staining his once yellow suit turning it a dark red. So many bodies of other universally people were littering the ground. Even the clown that had killed havik. Suddenly he sees someone appear through another crack in reality and he charges forward and stabs the man only to realize it was fire god liu kang. Scorpion gasps and says,

“Lord liu kang!” He coughs up blood and says,

“Still a warrior I see.” Scorpion, distraught screams out of devastation. The man Rick walks over. Also devastated, knowing what scorpion had done, shoots him in the head. Blood splattering everywhere he walks off. However, before long infinite realizes how big a mess everything had become and he places a dark purple crystal on the ground. He shoots a dark purple lighting bolt from his finger tips which begins destabilizing the crystal. He calls out to Deadpool saying,

“They’re all dead. We’ll handle the other disturbed timelines later. I just destabilized the crystal we need to go.” Deadpool responds,

“Why can’t we stay, I like this place, it’s chaotic” infinite shoots back,

“It’s chaotic because of what wasn’t supposed to happen. You know no universe is this chaotic.” The blood stained ground near the crystal started getting vaporized and destroyed. “Deadpool! It’s time to go!” Infinite yells.

“Fine, but you owe me a trip the chaos realm.” Deadpool groans. Infinite responds,

“Fine, just come on.” As they leave the entire universe is vaporized by the crystal and destroyed. Not a single trace of the universe was left and where once a mighty universe stood there was simply nothing.

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