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 Second Sighting, Ben
D'SPAYRE
 Posted: Dec 30 2017, 06:31 PM
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Seventeen-year-old Gina Saperstein had an axe and was dragging it down an alley two blocks past Yancy Street.

This by itself would be concerning, but the trail of blood behind her - leading away from the front door of an apartment building, which was ominously open and swinging in the December breeze - was more than enough to push it over the top from 'concerning' to 'emergency situation'.

"He pulled back the curtain from the yawning oceans and showed me a window behind the skin prisons." Her eyes were vacant, rolled up to show the pale sclera, as she staggered jerkily over the pavement. "The cup of his wrath is flowing over and even now the gathered days of the fall are moldering in the cellar of the human condition." Her voice was a low murmur, delivered in steady monotone. Bland. As if this was a completely normal situation. "He's far away in the glass pane and the forced perspective but his laugh echoes in the halls of my marrow."

Having done an Extremely Bad Thing, Gina's chances of having this day end decently were plummeting by the second, but if she was bothered by that fact, there was absolutely no indicator. Indeed, the girl's expression as she trudged toward a nearby daycare center was...empty, for lack of a better term. Entirely mindless. Like her muscles were moving on their own, without any input from her brain.

Case in point: the approaching sound of sirens, and the flicker of red and blue in the distance. The police were definitely on their way to the scene, and things would get even worse then. Gina didn't seem to care - didn't even notice anything until the massive form of a stranger darkened the alley in front of her. There was a moment of contemplation, and something seemed to shimmer in the air behind her. A distortion of some sort, vaguely humanoid in shaped, glimmering with malice and demonic intent.

"All the things in the yard have turned red. You know, as those things often do."

She turned, neck craning like an owl, and lurched toward the newcomer with the axe raised.


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 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 05:23 AM
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Ben didn't know why he kept coming down here. He wasn't wanted. He wasn't wanted anywhere. Yancy Street had changed. It wasn't the small little street he grew up in. Each day he barely recognized more and more of what he had once knew like the back of his hand. Now he barely recognized it at all. Even the feel was different. Spots new, it was the same layout but not his own.

Ben walked down the alleyway, pulling his jacket tighter around him. He was tired, but had no plans on going home. He walked, moving across the alley to another. He stopped when he saw a woman. She didn't look right, carrying an axe, moving toward him. Ben tried to rub his eyes, it almost didn't seem real.

"Heyah lady. You okay. You need a doctor or somethin' maybe the police." He stepped toward her, seeing the whites of her eyes. As she lurched forward with the axe Ben raised his arm taking the blunt of the blow. The jacket tore but it would take a lot more than a swing from her to harm him. "Geez lady what drugs are you on, this used tah be a good clean place yah know that?" He watched her, judged her.

He swear he saw something behind her, something shimmering. Shaking his head he reached for his phone. He knew his head was just playing tricks on him. He was tired, it was late. He drank one to many. Whatever excuse he wanted to use it wasn't real. But this lady was, and right now she needed help.

"Just uh. Stay right there. Don't swing that at me again." He flipped his phone up and went to dial the numbers. His big finger hitting more than one at one time. The operator voice came on the other end.

"We are sorry the number you are trying to dial is no longer in service...." Ben clicked it shut and tucked it away. Stepped closer to the girl once again he eyed the axe.

"What were yah doing with that thing anyway? Gonna hurt someone going about like that." Ben shook his head again. What was he going to do about her? He couldn't leave, not if she would hurt someone else. But he wasn't looking for an axe to the back either. Maybe someone would wander by and call for help. Sure he saw how it would look. Big rock monster and some little girl defending herself. He'd be the bad guy, always was.



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 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 09:00 PM
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To be as clear as possible about this, Ben was presently in no danger whatsoever. Few things posed much of a threat to a six-foot-tall stack of rocks, admittedly, and a teenager with a fire axe was never going to measure up to any of those things. The worst that could happen was an easily-repairable gash or two in his jacket.

Well, for now.

Gina, for her part, paused in bewilderment as the axe totally failed to accomplish its intended goal. She wavered in place, swaying dizzily amid the shadows, and blinked at the sight of the stone man and his total refusal to be demolished into a weeping pile of limbs.

"Oh," she said, momentarily nonplussed. "I see the sky is here again. This entire street is divided by the chain of the burning machine, building with sweat. I watched the heart release its feathers. The world is still embarrassed."

There was a distant, high-pitched whine, kind of like the onset of tinnitus, and she reeled for a moment, the axehead clattering against the pavement. The light shimmered behind Gina once again, ephemeral, and a tangible chill raced through the air.

"He is standing in the stars and dancing beyond the ragged edge of belief and all the holy ghosts are singing his name." Her voice was a low, feverish murmur - a comical contrast to Ben's rumbly bass. "He never sleeps. He'll never die." She raised the axe and took another overhead swing, which ended rather pitifully at a stone pec. Didn't even chip him.

This only appeared to make her angrier, and Gina's voice dovetailed off into a whispery hiss. "It's all gone upside down." The axe fell from her hand and toppled onto its side. "The whole world is Ichabod and the houses are burning in the sunlight and it's ALL YOUR FAULT--"

This crescendo of a screech steadily escalated into outright violence, as she threw herself straight at the huge man, wrapping herself around his neck and shoulders. He was twice her size, and - as mentioned - not really in any danger - but it was remarkable how inhumanly strong Gina had somehow become, and the torrent of shrieking nonsense pouring from her mouth, and the general bizarreness of this whole situation, was just a bit unnerving.

More so, perhaps, was the man in the white suit who was lounging under a neon "payday loans" sign next to the pair. He definitely hadn't been there before, although judging from the amused look on his shadowed face as he puffed on a cigarette, it was clear he'd been there long enough to get some amusement out of this whole thing.

"Hell of an evening, huh?" he asked in a lilting Scandinavian accent, grinning like a jackal. "You know, Benji, I don't mean to alarm you or anything, but--"

This next part was delivered in a mock hush, behind the back of one hand.

"--I think some of the people in this town might be crazy."


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 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 05:45 PM
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Ben kept an eye on the girl. She sat there, wavering back and forth. He shook his head as he watched her. She wasn't alright. She started going off about something. Ben barely understood half she said. "What are yah saying? This some of those new dance songs? There ain't no chain in tah street girl. And heart and feathers? Tah hell yah talkin' about."

As the high pitched noise went out Ben didn't even flinch. He could hear him, but it didn't bother him. Seemed to bother the girl though. She spoke again and it sounded like more gibberish. "Who yah talking about? He do this to you? Whoever you're talkin' about? He give you these drugs. Look at yah, none of this is real. No one is up in the stars. Trust me, I was up there. No ghosts singing for him either. Now who yah talkin' about?"

When she raised the axe again he didn't block himself this time. It clipped him in the chest, just bouncing off with a spark of the steel blade. As the axe fell and she went talking again Ben stepped closer to her. "So ichabod did this. Sorta old fashioned, where is this ichabod?" Either she was crazy or she was confessing everything right now. Either way the words didn't mean much.

No sooner had the axe fallen and the girl leaped. She climbed onto the back of his neck, shrieking and hanging off. Ben stagger back, trying to reach up to pull her off. He spun around and looked at the guy standing there. The girl still on his back he looked at the guy, wondering why he was standing there and not helping. Was this ichabod?

"Where'd yah come from buddy? Maybe want to help out a bit. Think she's one something." The girl continued to shriek as the man spoke. Ben just stepped toward him, paying little attention to the girl on his back. "You know anything about the girl? How long you been standing there buddy?"

Reaching up Ben grabbed the girl by the back of her shirt and ripped her off, setting her to the side and keeping her at an arms length away. He then grabbed the axe that had fallen, snapping the handle in two over his knee. Tossing the pieces aside he looked to the man. "Call 911 would yah. Think she needs an ambulance or something. She ain't right in the head."




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 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 03:36 PM
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Gina was definitely on something, although it wasn't the kind of thing they typically sold on Yancy Street.

"Oh, I just got here," D'Spayre said genially, as a thin trail of crimson trickled from the corner of one eye and rolled down his cheek. "Don't know too much about Gina here, except she was terrified of not getting into Dartmouth, always checked behind the curtain for spiders before she got in the shower, and turned her boyfriend into firewood about fifteen minutes ago with that axe." He gave a jaunty shrug. "Other than that? Ehhh, nothing really."

The girl was obviously no match for Ben Grimm, even on her best day, and the effort of getting her off him was less of a life-and-death struggle and more like retrieving a cat from under the ottoman: frustrating, but not terribly urgent. As the white-suited man casually dialed his phone in the background, Gina squirmed in place and finally settled into sort of a sullen holding pattern once she'd been set down.

"I saw it in the back of the closet," she murmured, wild-eyed, slumping back against the wall. "The Voynich Manuscript. How can it be real if we don't have eyes to see it with? He is sawing at the world's spine and the blood is pooling in my mouth and it tastes like hearing a child being born for the first time." With that, she collapsed, hugging her knees to her chest, and fell silent. Like a puppet that'd just had its strings cut.

"Good news, Benny Boy," D'Spayre announced, finishing the call and tossing his phone over one shoulder. "Help's on the way. It's a good thing there's about six inches of rock separating you from a normal human being, or else she might've done some damage there, huh--"

There was a brief weeeow and a flash of red and blue lights. A cop car had pulled up at the entrance to the alley. Which was odd. They'd gotten here very quickly, and there was no siren, and about eight or nine policemen were emerging from this single vehicle, eyes wide and heads twitching back and forth on their shoulders. Guns were drawn, a spotlight was shining from...somewhere, and suddenly the sirens were very loud and there was shouting everywhere and---

"FREEZE"

"PUT THE AXE DOWN"

"DROP THE WEAPON, FREAK"

"STEP AWAY FROM THE GIRL"

"MONSTER"

"HE'S NOT COMPLYING"

As a barrage of distorted commands pelted the pair from all sides, D'Spayre put a finger to his chin, making an 'oooooh, that sucks' face in the Thing's general direction.

"Well, no good deed goes unpunished, I guess." There was a note of crocodile-tear sympathy in his vice. "What do you think, m'boy? I bet we can take them on. I mean, what's the worst they can do, shoot you?"

He had not, admittedly, been prepared to run into someone of Ben's magnitude tonight, but the demon was nothing if not a skilled improviser.


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 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 03:09 AM
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Ben watched the red trail trickle down from the man's eyes. He was shocked, but didn't show it. "Hey buddy, I don't think you're to good either. You on the same thing as her? You give her whatever she's on?" He tilted his head to look the man over. "You saw her kill someone and didn't do anything. You ichabod? You do all this. Hurt this little girl." He stepped closer towards the guy, looking to do some damage if he had to.

As he did the girl dropped to her knees. She hugged herself and Ben looked back at her. It was like a switch went off. She went from her incoherent babbling to instantly in a ball, falling silent. The alley way went silent as the other man spoke. Everything he said sounded like an insult and a warning at the same time.

"She won't do much damage. I just don't want her hurting anyone else. Yah said she hurt someone? You have proof of this buddy? Maybe it was you hurtin' people. She seems like she's in shock of somethin'. Scared outta her mind." Ben folded his arms.

The flashing lights caused Ben to lowers his arms. He turned to see the headlights of the police cars shining on him. He raised his hands to shade his eyes from the light. Mixed with the blue and red lights it was quite distracting and he couldn't make out the officers speaking and talking. They weren't happy though. Ordering Ben to drop the axe, he did. Step away from the girl. He was helping her. He was trying to help her. He was the hero. This is how it always was.

The sirens were loud, almost enough to faze him. He squinted his eyes and tried to shake the lights and noises away. It was hard to focus, hard to concentrate. He couldn't even hear his own thoughts it. It was unnerving and he was growing impatient. Stepping forward Ben stopped when the other man spoke. He turned to look at the man.

"Uh uh. I'm not hurtin' no one. These boys are out here doing what's right. Not gonna happen." He turned back to the area he thought the police were at. They didn't start shooting, maybe he had a little bit of time. Maybe he could distract them or convince them to no shoot and let him go. He was the good guy after all, just walking down an alleyway, trying to help.

"Hey I'm the good guy here. I'm with the Fantastic Four, you know them. We were in the papers. This is just a misunderstanding, I'm just trying to help. I don't want to hurt anyone. We can work through this. No one needs ta shoot anyone." He looked back at the other guy. Moving closer to him he went to grab him by his coat.

"Alright buddy. You're gonna answer to these guys. You're gonna tell them everything. I didn't hurt no body and this girl needs help. That's all this is." He still didn't know what this guy's deal was, but he hoped to soon find out.




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 Posted: Jan 13 2018, 02:48 AM
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"Oh, I definitely gave her what she's on, friend."

Nobody should ever look as bemused by everything that was going on here as D'Spayre did right now. And yet here he was, grinning like a skull, pearly whites shining in the dim streetlights. The more he talked, the pointier and spindlier those teeth seemed, and they glimmered more and more as the darkness closed in around pair. Like nothing quite so much as an anglerfish in the black depths.

"You know, Benji boy, maybe it was me hurting people, but I'm not really the axe-murder type," D'Spayre announced, producing a cigarette (which was already lit, somehow) and taking a nonchalant drag. He sounded as if he were discussing the weather that evening, rather than a shocking act of violence. "I like to outsource. Besides, death....ehhhh, it's necessary, but it's not my cup of tea. You want that, you should meet my niece. Well, one of my nieces. I can never keep track anymore--urrk."

Being grabbed by the lapels was an intimidating gesture even in the most normal of situations, but when a stone titan picked you up by them, it took things to a whole new level of scary. D'Spayre looked....mildly inconvenienced.

"Well, you got me. Take me away, boys."

"Kill it! Kill the creature!"

One would expect this to be followed by an attack on the demon, and instead a gunshot whizzed over Ben's shoulder, almost grazing him. They were swarming at him now, swinging batons, tasers....hammers? Wait, these were cape-killers now. There were no cops in sight, only power-armored superhuman response troopers.

"Uh-oh," the man said as the SRU began dragging Ben away from him. "Weren't these guys supposed to be on your side? Looks like your faith in society isn't so well-placed."

Where were they trying to take him? Everything was sort of chaotic, with all the action and the grabbing hands and the garbled, radio-static bleating of the twisted armored men. It was hard to tell where they were headed....wait, no, it was toward an old ash tree in the middle of the street, right on the painted yellow line. Massive and gnarled with age, the tree sprawled across the street's median, roots gnashed deep into the asphalt, branches stretching overhead like a threadbare canopy.

There was a thick, yellowed noose dangling from one of the limbs.

"You're not really surprised though, are you?" D'Spayre was floating along with them now. The shadows had coiled, serpentine, behind him, and his eyes were glittering with a sickly yellow malice. "This is how it always goes, isn't it? How it always will go, from now on. Yeah. I can see why it'd scare a man, living like this."


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 Posted: Jan 14 2018, 03:37 AM
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"I knew it. I oughta smash you inta this wall. See if you'd be hurting anyone else with brick in your teeth."

Ben glared at the man, brow going down. And he was grinning, grinning like a freak. What the hell was this guy, what was he? Did he need back up, he reached for his communicator but couldn't find it. This situation was as bad as it could get. This freak was going to hurt more people unless he did something. Maybe see how he took some clobbering. He turned back to the guy, darkness all around him. It was just him and this freak. He was seeing things, this guynwas changing, why was it so dam dark all of a sudden.

He was so dam calm. Ben just wanted to smash him. "You get pleasure from all this buddy? Hurtin' some innocent girl. Think this is some sorta game. This make you a tough guy, druggin' and hurting little girls. You should be ashamed of yourself." Somehow he felt this guy was affected my none of it. Ben was getting fed up.

The police spoke up again and Ben looked back. "Good you're finally going to..." He was cut off by a bullet whizzing past him. Then they rushed. First with batons and then teasers and hammers. They changed from the police to the SRU as Ben fought them off. He tossed one to the ground, releasing the grip on the weird guy. The SRU only dragged him back, Ben fighting the entire way. Their weapons didn't hurt that much, he could take it.

"I'm the good guy. Why won't yah listen. Call Reed Richards, or Susan Storm, I'm the good guy. The Thing. Fantastic Four. We're on you're dam aside." He swung one man into another, swinging his fist at one of the others. They continued to beat and drag him away.

They were in front of some tree now, the roots in the ground, right in the middle of the road. Ben fell to his knees when released. Where were they? Where did this freak take him, this wasn't Yancy Street anymore. He looked up at the noose. Sitting there, swinging in the eerie wind. Ben looked back at the suited guy.

"Are you doing this? This some sorta sick joke? Playing tricks. Where'd you take me. I was at Yancy Street, I'd recognize a dam tree in the middle of ta road." Ben pulled himself up, fists balled once again. He wasn't stopping, other people may quit but not Ben Grimm. He watched the man float above them, eyes all yellow and creepy like. Ben just folded his arms.

"Yeah so what. They don't like me. Big whoop. Ain't nothing changing anytime soon. Look at me, I'm a freak, I deserve it. But I ain't the bad guy, they'll see that. I was just helping. Let them talk and joke, but Ben Grimm ain't hurtin' anyone." He looked to the guy. "Knowing I ain't gonna be normal again scares the shit outta me, you're right. But I ain't gonna run from it either." He looks to the noose and then the man.

"What do you want? What's your goal in this, scare some big rock guy just tying ta help. Pick on the freak. Ain't ta different from you there smokey." Ben looked at the tree. "I ain't dead are I? Expected something different than this."




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