Steve was shaking off the multiple fire poker blows as he rose to his knees and bellowed a low roar. There was a sense of urgency this time as Red, drawing upon some of his electrical energy, jolted a burst of power into his push. This was enough to send the bookcase toppling down point-blank on top of Steve’s skull. The hulking brute was smashed under the humongous case, and neither Red nor April could detect any movement from under it.

April:…So do you think he’s dead now? Or do you want to stick a chainsaw in the bookcase?

Red: Hmm. Yeah, actually....be right back.

As April stood there, watching the bookcase with extreme awareness, Red rushed off down a hallway. Without taking her eyes off the bookcase, April slowly bent down and picked up the fire poker that she set down a bit earlier.


April: Red? What are you doing?

Red: *yelling from down the hall* Just a minute, I’ll be right there.

Even though she trusted that the bookcase effectively killed Steve, April was still uneasy in the room…especially without Red there. After glancing down the hall, to see if Red was out yet, she turned her attention back to the bookcase and walked toward it. April grew restless and wanted to see if Steve really bought the big one, so she carefully took the fire poker and jabbed the bookcase.

April: …you alive in there?

She jabbed the fire poker one more time. Still no response. April’s stressed face slowly turned into a grin as she jabbed the bookcase again.

April: Haha. Just roar if you’re still alive!

She jabbed the fire poker once more, but this time there was a response. A big one.
Letting out a vicious roar, a great black fist shot up through the bookcase and gripped the fire poker out of April’s hands. April let out a scream from the shock and yelled out to Red.

April: RED! GET IN HERE NOW! HURRY!

At this point Steve was smashing holes in the bookcase with a multitude of punches and kicks. Eventually he broke enough of the case, to break free from it, and slowly rise up from the scraps of the bookcase.

April: RED! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!

Just then, Red burst through from the hallway, much to April’s pleasure. Spyder went commando, as he entered the room decked with a plethora of deadly weapons. Around his waste he wore a belt of hatches, strapped to his boots were two bloodstained bowie knives, and last but not least…two industrial sized machetes in his dangerous hands.

Red: I’m ending you…NOW

By this point in time, Steve was back to his feet, looking angrier than ever, and he lunged himself at Red. Steve came smashing down with a falling hammer fist but Red was able to evade it and wrench one of the machetes right into the gut of Steve. The monster let out a roar of shear pain as Red ripped the Machete out of his abdomen and blood spewed from the wound onto the walls. Steve keeled over from the blow, which gave Red the perfect opportunity to decapitate the motherfucker once and for all.

With that being said, Red lifted up his second machete and dropped it down onto the back of Steve’s neck. This time Steve’s painful roar was even more intense, however, the Machete only lodged itself into his neck, rather than cut his head clean off. In response to this attack, Steve whipped his body around and launched a devastating uppercut into Red’s ribs, probably breaking a few in the process. The punch caused red to lose his grip on the machete lodged in Steve’s neck, and was knocked back from the blow.

Steve ripped the machete from his own neck, with more blood spewing out from the wound. Strangely the blood seemed to be mixed with some repugnant, white, garlic substance as well. Steve wielded the machete with two hands as he charged at Red Spyder with it. The beast rained the machete down with such force that Red could feel the wind of it brush by his face. Being able to sidestep the attack, Red swung his machete sideways to hit Steve again, but the big man was actually able to duck it. Steve then booted Red in the ribs, this time sending Red flying against the wall. On the impact, a painting fell down and broke over Red’s skull.

Red: Motherfucker!

The monster wasted no time in charging at Red again, as he once again swung his machete down at the center of Red’s skull. The chainsaw killer was on top of this game though, as he was able to recuperate himself quickly enough to roll away from the attack. Steve’s swing was so powerful that it caused the machete to become stuck deep in the wall, and when he tried pulling it out, he snapped it in two.

Steve was noticeable frustrated by this, but turned around to deal with Red again. But he didn’t expect to be STABBED IN THE FACE BY RED’S MACHETE. The blade inserted itself deep into Steve’s face as the monster frantically swung his limbs around in a panic. Red stepped back from the blood squirting out from under the machete, and put his hands on two of his hatchets…anticipating a quick draw.

Steve ripped the machete from his face and flung it forward, not even closely hitting Red or April. As soon as he removed the machete however, blood started exploding from the wound, drenching Red with it. But what happened next was more unexpected than anything. A huge hollow pointed bullet, shot out from the center of the wound and RIPPED right through Red’s chest. April screamed as Red’s body flew across the room and onto the floor. With Steve still ranting and roaring about his wound, April rushed over to Red to see if he was alright. The bullet couldn’t kill him, but damn did it do a good amount of damage…