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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:19 pm
War Machine's mask slid open. "I know what you mean, man. In the meantime, I'm gonna call someone to come pick up this guy and drop him off at HQ."
His mask closed and he sent out a message to Stark Industries to send someone to pick up Scarecrow, and to come with a lot of tranquilizers.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:28 pm
The pain from the fire was so severe; Scarecrow couldn't stay in his coma. His entire body was scorched from top to bottom, yet he still lived. The outer layer of his skin was nothing but burnt material and Scarecrow practically looked like a walking dead.
"What did you do to me?!"
The pain was far too much for Scarecrow to endure and his anger was driven by such pain to War Machine; the one who set him on fire for no reason Scarecrow could see. It didn't matter if War Machine was in a metal suit and Scarecrow was practically naked with his entire body scorched from fire; he only wanted War Machine dead. Despite all of this, Scarecrow still had a grin, as if this anger was some kind of sick pleasure for him. Scarecrow charged at War Machine, not caring for his life anymore; with these burns, Scarecrow could never live a normal life and every move was filled with pain and dread, every moment was agony and this was all War Machine's fault. The Fear Toxin that was created by Scarebeast had a nasty side effect on Scarecrow; he had lost all fear.
"You will pay for my suffering!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:32 pm
Without looking away from the combatants, Tony shot the injured man with three more darts; one would be more than enough to knock him out, especially considering his current condition. "I hope this is over soon," he muttered, "I haven't slept in about a week."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:45 pm
War Machine took a step forward and planted a solid punch in the now-stumbling Scarecrow's gut. "I hear that's really bad for you. How bout you grab a nap and I wake you when it's over?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:46 pm
"Die...Uh...No..."
Scarecrow fell again, cringing in his tranquilizer introduced trance brought on by the darts and the punch by War Machine. John didn't go to sleep though, his eyes were wide open and his skeleton like face only stared up at the ceiling of the Daily Bugle, laughing manically. This wasn't a laugh like the Joker at all; it held the tone of pain and anger, sadness and death. The laugh was loud enough to be heard on the streets. Scarecrow kept laughing as if he was alright and started to crawl towards War Machine, his skull like face peeling from the flames before, bits of dead skin falling to the ground.
"Ha...Ha...Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Wah ha ha ha ha!"
Scarecrow wanted revenge on them all for letting him rot there, just loading him up with tranquilizer darts each time he got up, not caring for his condition or why he kept trying; they cared nothing for others. Sure Scarecrow was a villain, but even to Batman he was a human first, not some monster. Now he was a monster, his skin showed it and if he was a monster now, no human limitations were going to hold him back. Scarecrow kept crawling towards War Machine and laughing, breaking what boundaries were set for someone in his condition.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:51 pm
Tony raised his eyebrows and looked back at his friend. "Oh, are you sure?" he asked, simultaneously unloading five more darts into the man's back. It was probably better for a burn patient to be unconscious, anyway. Maybe he should have felt a little worse about treating Scarecrow's condition so lightly, but after seeing what this maniac had done to Spidey... Well, he couldn't manage pity. "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, or anything; you can't have had an easy time, either."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:54 pm
War Machine waved Tony off. "I got him. No, I'm fine though. I haven't had any action in a few days anyways. Catch some Zs, I've got you covered."
He turned to Scarecrow and opened his mask. "Man, just give it up. We're heroes, we don't want to kill you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:56 pm
// eek wow....uh, yeah....lol// 
Reaper heard the laughter comming from where the cyborgs and scarecrow had gone and turned towards it. He was still rather curious about the third symbiote, but that had caught his attention as well. He slid a bit of black fire into his shadow and sent it to the roof, allowing a copy to appear from a shadow in the corner. He glanced down at the moving corpse crawling towards the cyborgs. He watched the one in red shoot the man with darts, and couldn't help but laugh. My, these weren't the usual nice hero's, were they?
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 9:01 pm
Tony nodded, happy that his mask hid his relief; he had wanted to avoid revealing that he was on the verge of collapsing. "Get in touch if you need backup," he said, then took off and headed back to Stark Tower; he had a bed there, and once he woke up he'd be better able to work.
{Exit to Stark Towers}
((Yeah. Tony's sleep deprived and very, very pissed. Not a good combination.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 9:04 pm
((Haha. Sounds like me on a normal day.))
War Machine nodded briefly at him as he flew off.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 9:05 pm
"Not...again..."
Scarecrow stopped moving again and just laid there, his eyes as wide open as humanly possible, drool forming at his mouth from over dose of tranquilizer. HIs body could handle it anymore and he started to go into cardiac arrest, his chest high from the ground as his heart pumped extremely hard to deal with the tranquilizer. Scarecrow screamed as if he felt he was dying and then turned over to regurgitate, throwing chunks of food and stomach acid onto the ground and then collapsing into it, coughing up more bits of food and acid. Scarecrow was in so much, pain, but yet he refused to just sleep, to just lay back and accept defeat. Scarecrow's strength seemed to be gone, but yet he still tried to reach for War Machine.
"D-Die...Di-"
Scarecrow couldn't come up with anymore strength to continue on and needed what little strength he had left to stop his heart from exploding. This was the same experience he had upon testing his Fear Toxin on himself too much which caused extreme cases of panic attacks, so Scarecrow knew a method to slow his heart. Scarecrow developed a plan despite all of his pain and concentrated on his heart, slowing it to the point where it appeared to stop, to make Scarecrow appear dead. John's body went limp and ceased to move, but he was long from dead; just playing dead.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 9:19 pm
"Oh, man. That's just sad." His mask snapped shut as the stench reached him. He flipped Scarecrow over gently, out of the vomit, and noticed that his chest seemed to have stopped.
"s**t," he groaned. He quickly checked his vitals, then sent out a call for an ambulance. He wasn't dumb enough to try CPR on a villain.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 9:24 pm
Reaper stared down at the man a moment. Dead? No, no the blood wasn't still. It was still moving, but just barely. Hmph, that meant he couldn't play with it. Perhaps he should inform his tin friend...but why? Neither had seemed to have notice him yet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 9:52 pm
Scarecrow kept his heart rate low as he concentrated on staying alive till the tranquilizer was out of his system. If he tried to move just once, his heart could be destroyed by the tranquilizer. Scarecrow made sure to note the technology that both machines possessed and when he got out of this state of near death, he would make sure to destroy both of their lives and burn them like they did to him. IF it weren't for so many tranquilizers, Scarecrow would be fine. These kind of heroes made Scarecrow sick, did they have no regard for anyone? Batman was a saint compared to these two walking garbage cans. Scarecrow would hope they would leave him so he could eventually get up and leave; he had medical equipment at his lab, but he wasn't going to allow these fools to take him to anywhere; they might just drop him off at a checkup clinic.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 12:45 pm
(ooc-sorry!!! i got caught up in the easter event...))
Roger was grinning beneath his medusa mask, nodding and about to say, well, something cheery, when his attention was diverted back to the fight below...
"Proffesser Crane..." His voice choked with grief over this new turn of event-this sick transformation that had Their stamp all over it- there was next to no way that the Scarecrow could ever return to what had once been his equivalent of normal.
But-he was alive! Roger could see the bright glow of Crane's aura, swirling with the coulours of his current emotional state. When someone died their aura blackened and dispursed from their body as their spirit fled their privious live.
If I can get to him...
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