Carnage vs The Silver Surfer

The Silver Surfer vs Carnage

Quick note: Be prepared for a sudden roster change.

There's a slight amount of bloodshed during this match

Carnage stayed poised on the top of the George Washington bridge in New York city, watching Magneto and Toad put back together a machine destroyed by Octavius many years ago. He had become bored of the normal citizens that he had been killing as of late, and craved a challenge. Of course, he knew better than to directly attack Magneto with that much metal around, so he was content with simply waiting for his opportunity to strike the weaker one. After about 30 minutes of waiting, they seemed to have noticed him watching. Carnage crouched down, preparing to flee if Magneto attacked, but a wondrous thing occurred when Toad came alone and Magneto turned his back to continue his work. Carnage grinned wide as the low level mutant leaped at him confidently, clearly confused about who he was facing.

Toad took one last huge leap to meet his opponent on the top of the bridge. He landed and flashed his tongue dramatically. “You’re little peep show is over spiderman! Leave now or prepare yourself for a fight you cannot possibly win!” Carnage cocked his head, confused, until he realized that there was no moon on this particular night, and the lights on the bridge below them did nothing but drench him in shadow. He thought he was about to face Spiderman!

Carnage stood up and unfurled his tentacles, screeching as he did to make sure Toad knew exactly how severe his mistake was. Toad saw this and nearly threw up from how hard his stomach dropped. “You’re… Kassidy… Carnage” Toad couldn’t formulate sentences at this point, he knew his chance of survival here was nearly non-existent as he slowly backed away from the murderous symbiote, who walked towards him at the same rate of his retreat with an insidious grin stretched across his red face. Toad leaped as hard as he could away from his foe, but Carnage saw this coming and immediately caught him with his webbing, dragging him back to the platform he was on. Toad landed right at Carnage’s feet, where he used his tentacles to pick him up and hold him at eye-level. He then spoke at him with his twisted, screeching voice, “Come on, fight me! Your meat will be so much more tender after a good struggle!” Carnage flashed his own elongated tongue, just as Toad had done previously, and laughed as Toad escaped his grasp with a drop kick to the chest. Toad rolled to his feet into a crouching position and immediately leaped at Carnage, who stood there as he punched him as hard as he could in the face. Carnage still stood, unmoved, and when Toad landed behind him he cackled and asked sarcastically, “How’s your hand doing after that?” Toad didn’t answer that, as his hand was throbbing with pain after that attempted blow. Carnage’s bones were unbelievable hard for someone able to distort his body the way he could. He tried to flex his hand but it wouldn’t move. Clearly this method of attack wouldn’t cut it.

Toad quickly turned around shot his tongue at Carnage, who had still not bothered to turn around. The Tongue wrapped around Carnage’s neck tightly and Toad leaped high into the air with the intent to land on Carnage and crush him with his legs. Carnage still stood there unmoving, all he did was grab a hold of Toad’s tongue and pull sharply just as Toad was at the height of his jump, messing up him trajectory and causing him to fall headfirst into Kassidy, who grabbed him before he hit the ground. “Pity,” the monster said as he once again lifted him to eye level, this time with his arm. “I thought you would provide me with more of a challenge than this.” He said no more as his tentacles engulfed Toad and began devouring him.

Carnage left Toad’s body hung by his own tongue off of the bridge. He was proud of the position he had left him in, as he manipulated him until rigor mortis set in and left him hanging there with two thumbs up, a hideous smile cut into his cheeks, and the words “Carnage Rules” etched into the skin on his back. He figured it might give Magneto a bit of a chuckle.

For now, he was using the extra energy from devouring Toad to wreak havoc on local gangs who had the balls to be out on the streets this late at night. As he shoved his fist down one of their throats and had his tentacles extend down to rearrange his insides, he got to wondering how people were still stupid enough to live out on the street like this despite the existence of TONS of superheroes and villains who call New York their home. If these guys were smart, they’d start and organized crime syndicate in Nebraska somewhere. He couldn’t recall any heroes or villains who were based there.

When he was finished switching the criminal’s heart with his appendix and analyzing the results, he turned to the last gang member in the alleyway, who was hiding in a corner after witnessing his 20 friends get killed, each in a way more creative than the last. Carnage tossed aside the dumpster that was separating them and walked over to him. The mass murderer sat down calmly next to his victim and spoke to him. “You know, after killing all of your mates in the most creative ways I could think of, I’m a bit stumped as to what I should do to you. Have you any interesting suggestions?” The (former) gang member struggled through his fear to shakily respond, “What… are you?”

Carnage had been asked this question before, in fact this entire situation was quite familiar to him, almost like a sort of déjà vu was taking place because of how many people he had killed. The many impulsive killing sprees he had gone on through his life had all run together, as if he was on one, constant, unending killing spree. Maybe that’s what he was. He was a representation of the end of life, shown through a murderous man enhanced by a symbiote with similar intentions.

The gang member next to him only got more fearful as the monster next to him sat there pondering his existence. For all he knew, he was coming up with an all new way to kill someone that he was about to become the unwilling test subject for. He couldn’t escape though; some of his friends tried that earlier and ended up impaled by each other’s limbs. He would just sit and try to accept the fact that he was about to die, probably in some fantastical way that only a sadistic bastard like this would think of.

Carnage’s thought processes were interrupted by the dumpster he had thrown earlier getting whipped back at him. He didn’t move, nor did the man next to him- in fact he saw it as his quickest option to go at this point, so he welcomed the sight. Unfortunately for him, Carnage put him foot out and stopped the dumpster dead before it reached either of them. He was having a really bad day today.

Carnage saw that Eddie Brock had been the one who threw the dumpster because of his ESP, but there was something different about him today. No matter, even if he did challenge him, Carnage was superior to his father (or mother, he never could figure out that part) in every way. For once though, Carnage wasn’t in the mood for a fight. He stayed seated and spoke at Brock, “I’m kinda having a personal epiphany with my dinner right now Brock, so if you go away and let me finish figuring out an answer to this question, you might have enough of a head start to escape and survive.” There was a laughing from the other side of the dumpster in front of Carnage that made him nervous. It was definitely Brock, but it was definitely not Venom. The dumpster then flew into the air, landing on the roof of the building they were sitting against. Carnage sat there in front of his own creation, which had apparently found its way onto his nemesis. He looked up at his spawn, the menacing ultra-symbiote Toxin, who was currently bonded to his mortal enemy and said laconically, “Figures.”

Meanwhile, the Silver Surfer was enjoying a peaceful flight above the city of New York. Generally people didn’t like seeing him around such populated areas due to his stigma of being the former herald of Galactus, but because of the lack of moonlight his glazed body was all but invisible as he rode along the tallest rooftops New York has to offer. He was able to be alone, away from the treachery and violence of all of the other super powered groups and individuals… or at least he thought he was, as Carnage flew up from an alleyway and landed on the rooftop in front of him. The Surfer sighed as he slowed to a stop and realized that his one night of peace was as good as dead at this point.

Carnage got up and prepared for Toxin to arrive to the rooftop, when he noticed the Surfer floating a few meters away from him on the same rooftop. Carnage smiled at him, “Well, long time no see Radd! What have you been up to?” The surfer may not have liked Carnage, but his weakness for conversation was strong, and he hadn’t indulged in any for quite some time. He decided that if this symbiote didn’t want to fight, he might as well speak with him. “Well, Doom tried to take my powers away from me last Friday, and Hulk just tried to kill me earlier today. So I guess nothing unusual. How did you get tossed up here?” Carnage was about to respond when Toxin leaped above them both and landed on Carnage. He then grabbed Carnage out from under his foot and picked him up by his neck. Carnage looked over at the Surfer from this position and said sarcastically, “You know, I can’t really remember how I got up HEEEERE!” His last word was punctuated by Toxin whipping him off the rooftop and into a Coca Cola advertisement a quarter-mile away. Toxin didn’t seem to notice the surfer sitting there as he leaped along the rooftops to continue tossing his creator around like a ragdoll.

Carnage leaped out of the wrecked advertisement unfazed. He then looked down to see that he was right in the middle of Times Square! He jumped down from the building and growled at a group of tourists, one of whom took a picture. Carnage extended his tentacles and used them to trap a large group of people, which he wrapped up into a large ball that he held in his tentacles. He then waited for Toxin to come for him, during which time he got tired of the people writhing around in his tentacles, so he crushed them all with a quick flex and whipped the mob at Toxin, who had just appeared above him. The corpses did nothing to slow down Toxin; Carnage was just having some fun with them. Toxin grabbed one of the people flying at him and tore her spine out so perfectly that her skull was still connected to the end of it. He used this as a flail as he landed next to Carnage and broke the skull across his face, once again causing no real damage.

Carnage screeched as he jumped at Toxin and grabbed one of his arms. He swung around to his back and grabbed the other arm, getting him into a full nelson. Toxin struggled to get free as Carnage attempted to pull Brock out of the Symbiote from behind with his tentacles. A quick flex of all of his tentacles at once created a layer of spikes on top of Toxin that force Carnage to let go, allowing Toxin to backhand him to the other side of the street. Once again Carnage not only received the attack easily, but he actually landed on his feet and laughed. “You’ll have to do better than that if you wish to finish me off for good!” Toxin leaped at Carnage, who uprooted a street lamp and bashed him like into the air like a pop fly at a baseball game. He wasted no time in shooting his tentacle-web at Toxin and using it to pull him back to earth hard. The second he hit the ground, Toxin was immediately bashed by the street lamp again, which was beginning to daze him. He decided to take care of it by grabbing Carnage’s feet with his tentacles and tripping him. He got up and kept a hold of Carnage’s feet, which were tied up at this point. He then bashed Carnage head-first into the ground repeatedly while gathering up victims for him to devour and replenish his energy with after he was finished.

The Silver Surfer was watching all of this unfold from the sky. He didn’t like to get involved into scuffles such as this since it only brought more negative attention towards him (regardless of how noble his intentions were), but this one was getting out of hand. Carnage’s little opening stunt already killed a good 30 people, and now Toxin was rounding up more while Carnage was getting bashed into oblivion. Just as Surfer decided it was time to help, he saw a wonderful sight that not only solved the problem of the Symbiote below, but didn’t include his involvement in the slightest. He nodded at Johnny Storm, who waved hello to the alien as he flew past the surfer and down into Times Square, where his pyrokinesis would be used to decimate the two Symbiotes.

Carnage was beginning to wonder if things were turning sour for him around the 30^th time he was smashed into the ground like a ragdoll, when his vision became blurry. The speed at which Toxin was swinging him prevented any upper body movement on his part, and the constant bashing was definitely getting to him. He already had his tentacles wrapped around Toxin’s neck choking him, but he wasn’t letting up. It looked like Carnage would lose this battle of attrition. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the Human Torch showed up to ruin everyone’s fun.

“You bastards aren’t killing anymore people today.” The human torch was in no mood to play around as he saw that there were already dozens of corpses littering Times Square. He blasted away at the two Symbiotes as Toxin used Carnage as a human shield against the flames. Carnage writhed and tried to change his form to escape from the flames but it was no use. Toxin’s strength was too great and the Torches flames too hot. The Symbiote began boiling away as Carnage finally accepted his death just as so many others had done at his hands.

Without Carnage to block the flames, Toxin quickly grabbed a taxi and used that as a shield instead. The Human Torch shot a blast at the car’s gas tank, but he missed as Toxin tossed his shield at him. The human torch dodged left- just as Toxin had planned, and he grabbed Johnny Storm around his flaming neck with both hands and began choking him to death. As Storm torched the symbiote with flames it spoke in a low, grumbling voice, completely opposite of Carnage’s screeches. “Your fire hurts, but I have evolved past the weaknesses that have plagued my race for generations. You are going to die at the hands of the most powerful symbiote your, or anyone’s world has ever seen!” The human torch was realizing that this was true, as Toxin only grew stronger and stronger the hotter he got. He even began growing larger as his rage grew. Eventually, Toxin simply crushed the windpipe of Storm and broke his neck, extinguishing his flame for good.

The Silver Surfer was understandably surprised by this, as even Carnage, who had been long regarded as one of the most powerful symbiotes on Earth, was extremely vulnerable to fire. He had experienced this first hand during the short period of time that he had the Carnage symbiote bonded to him, becoming the Carnage Cosmic. The symbiote had to be burned off of him, during which time he felt the immense amount of pain a symbiote experiences when dealing with extreme heat. This symbiote just killed a man made of fire with his bare hands, and he was about to devour the people he had rounded up earlier. He couldn’t let more people die because of this conflict.

Toxin grabbed a hold of his first victim; a child no more than 8 years of age. As he plucked the child from his mother’s arms with his tentacles he held it up in front of him like a prize and stated to the crowd, “I think this will make for a nice appetizer. It’ll make me hungrier for the main course.” He flashed his teeth at the crowd of people, some of whom tried to run, only to get tossed back into the pile by Toxin’s tentacles, which were elongated to the point that they were nearly covering the Times Square area. He took the child into his body just as the Silver Surfer swept down and pounded Toxin’s head with his surfboard, causing him to lose his grip on the child. The surfer grabbed the child and set him on the back of his board as he hovered above the group of people. As Toxin recovered from the dazing blow, the Silver Surfer spoke at him, “Stop this now Brock! You’ve already killed Kassidy and the Human Torch, there will be no more blood spilled on your account today.” Toxin roared loud enough to break the windows surrounding them and launched himself at the surfer, who didn’t move an inch.

Toxin was caught by his arms by the silver surfer, who gave him one last chance to submit. Toxin did no such thing as he used his tentacles to try to pull himself into the surfer so he could devour him. The surfer had already had that happen once and was ready for it this time. He shot a blast of the power cosmic from his mouth at the same moment of ripping the monster’s arms off simultaneously. He then threw the monster’s arms in with the rest of his body, and to his surprise it actually began reforming. Before it could finish however, the Surfer unleashed a full powered blast from his hands at the symbiote, completely annihilating any and all particles that formed the symbiote. The most powerful symbiote in the world was still no match to the power cosmic that the surfer held in his hands.

After destroying his opponent the surfer hovered down and set the child back on the ground, where he was promptly picked up by his mother. He then braced himself for boos and hatred from the crowd, but he was instead greeted by hugs and cheers in his name. The Surfer didn’t say anything; he didn’t know what to say. This was the first time he was accepted by a crowd he just saved from their deaths, and he was enjoying it. He got down off his surfboard and enjoyed being an object of admiration for the first time as he signed autographs (Which was just a stylized version of “SS”) and took pictures for people. After a few minutes of this he got on his board and left, feeling loved for the first time in years. He soared over the city with a new-found confidence in himself and others. He even allowed himself to partake in one more act of heroics- by picking up a young man sitting in an alley full of corpses and taking him to a hospital. He’d need months of therapy after what he had just been through.

Batman vs Martian Manhunter

No more explanations, no more numbers, just stories.
Oh, and I still plan on finishing Chief vs Samus.

I didn't say no more music...

The Batman took in everything at the site of Cyborg’s death. Green Lantern beat the Hell out of him, and in fact not much of him remained. All that was left was a mangled pile of black, blood-soaked electronics with some vaguely human looking parts attached to them. Standing next to the Bat was his good friend, the Martian Manhunter, who had been called here because his own impressive investigative abilities were enhanced by his natural telepathic abilities. The Manhunter’s impressive telepathic abilities came in handy already as he was able to read the Green Lantern’s mind to see and experience exactly what had happened to cause this series of events, and they were currently being used to keep the citizens from interfering with their work. In fact, they didn’t even know that the heroes were there, nor did they remember anything about the fight that had happened hours ago. Manhunter was very thorough in his work.

Batman scanned over the body, paying particular attention to the head of Cyborg. The normally bright blue electronic half of his skull was a darker black than he had ever seen- it made his suit look downright cheery in comparison. He reached into the broken cybernetic armor and picked up a small microchip. Using his wrist-mounted computer he determined that that particular chip was responsible for linking Cyborg’s human and artificial brains together and maintaining stability between the two. The chip was fried; something that cannot be done with any normal electric current.

Batman turned to his Martian friend and asked, “Didn’t you say that Green Lantern witnessed a bolt of electricity coming from a downed power line hit Cyborg’s head right before he turned black and started trying to kill him?”

“Indeed, in fact it was a black bolt of lightning. Very strange indeed.”

“Could you take me to the downed power line that shot the bolt?”

“Indeed I could my friend.” Manhunter continued to stand there, staring at Batman as if he were waiting for him to say something. Batman didn’t know what he was doing, so he asked, “Um, will you take me there?”

“Indeed I will my friend.” Manhunter stood there just as before, staring at Batman with his glowing red eyes. Batman was getting frustrated now, “When are you planning on taking me there exactly?”

“Whenever you need me too my friend.”

“Alright, can that be right now?”

“Indeed!” Manhunter immediately grabbed Batman by the foot and flew off with him towards the site of the downed power line, not paying any attention to Batman’s screams along the way.

When the duo got to the power line they were surprised to see an army of civilians carrying torches and yelling at them. Martian Manhunter was the first to comment; “Did you do something to piss these people off Batman?”

“ARRRGH! I HATE YOU!!”

“Oh sorry my friend! I forget that you humans experience a rush of blood when held upside down for too long.” He flipped Batman over and allowed him to redistribute his bodily fluids accordingly so he could properly answer. “What the Hell is wrong with you!? Didn’t you hear me screaming for you to stop!?”

“Indeed I did my friend, but I thought that you were just afraid of heights. We had to get here quickly so I wouldn’t be bothered by petty human experiences such as fear.”

“Right, because you don’t experience fear. Hey I’m actually a bit thirsty, wanna fly down through that angry mob of fire and grab me a drink from that general store down there? Oh wait, I forgot about the angry mob. What are they doing here anyways?”

“I don’t know, I asked you the same question a few lines ago.”

“They appear to have anticipated our arrival.”

Very strange inde…”

“If you say indeed one more time I’m going to throw a napalm capsule at your face. You know how Earth works, stop pretending like you don’t.”

Manhunter smiled at this, seeing that the joke had run its course. “Fine then, but you don’t have napalm capsules… do you?” Batman said nothing, just raised a single eyebrow as if to say, “Do you really want to take that chance?” After a few seconds of awkward silence, they realized that the crowd was awfully silent for an angry mob. Batman asked, “Do you think mind control is a possibility here?” Manhunter looked down at the people, who were all staring into the sky at the heroes. No movement, no yelling. Just staring. “Yeah Batman, I’ll check these guys out real quick.”

Manhunter telepathically searched the minds of the people in front of them, and immediately found that the culprit was none other than Darkseid. Manhunter linked himself to Darkseid through the people in front of him and began a telepathic conversation. “Hey Darkseid!”

“What the… who is this? How did you get this number? I swear to God if this is another refrigerator salesman I’ll…”

“No, this is Martian Manhunter of the Justice League. I am currently in front of a large mob of people under your control. I just wanted to know why you were doing that.”

“Martian Manhunter? I didn’t know you had telepathy!”

“Well duh! How could you not know that? That’s like one of my main powers.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t have so many damn powers I wouldn’t forget about some of them!”

“Yeah, people seem to do that a lot. So are you the one who brainwashed Superman and Cyborg?”

“What? How did you know about…”

“You know what might be easier, to just- oh, yeah, there he is.”

“There who is?”

“I found Superman’s mind within your subconscious… that is surprisingly small.” Darkseid chuckled at this, “I know right? I never tried taking over his mind before because I just kind of assumed that it wouldn’t work, but it was surprisingly easy!”

“You’re not angry that I just discovered your plan?”

“Not really, I mean I already have Superman at my disposal, and I still reserve the right to go to earth myself with Superman by my side and take it over that way so… wait, that’s a great idea! Much better than the whole mind control thing anyways. Not even that grey skinned asshole can stop me and Superman on the same side. See you in a few days!”

“… Fuck.”

Martian Manhunter looked down at Batman, who had adjusted himself to lay across Manhunter’s arms like a bride being held by a groom while he had his telepathic conversation. He then asked, “Hey Batman, what would happen if Darkseid and Superman were to team up and come to Earth to destroy all life?” Batman looked up at Manhunter and saw that he wasn’t joking. “Seriously? Is that a possibility?”

“No, it’s a guarantee. They’ll be here in a few days.” Batman thought long and hard about what they should do to prevent this. He usually paces when he does this, but he was being held like a woman, so he contented himself to a hand on the chin. After a couple of minutes, during which Manhunter used his super breath to blow out all of the torches and fix everyone’s minds, Batman spoke. “We’re going to need help from an outside source.”

Manhunter flew over to a roof and set Batman down as he responded, “You don’t think the Justice League is enough?”

“Not in the weakened state it’s currently in. In fact, it’s only going to get worse from here on.” Batman adjusted his cape and utility belt as Manhunter asked, “How do you know that?”

“Because there’s something bigger than Darkseid happening right now.” He cracked his neck before he continued. “Despite the fact that neither you nor I can be controlled by any known telepath, we both feel the unnerving the desire to kill each other, right here, right now.”

“How did you…”

“I can see it in your eyes. Right when you finished talking with Darkseid something happened to change the universe, almost as if we cannot co-exist in the same plane of existence anymore. Have you ever seen Highlander?”

“Yes friend, I know exactly what you mean. I have no change in feeling towards you, and I still consider you a friend. However, something is telling me over and over again to kill you where you stand. The urge is almost irresistible.” Batman took out a smoke capsule and said, “I know, and it’s time to end this. Sorry friend.”

Batman threw down the capsule and disappeared behind it, jumping off the building they were on and using his grappling gun to get across the street and into the shadows of a nearby alley. Manhunter saw this happen and was about to fly over to the alley, when suddenly the explosive Batman threw at his feet seconds ago went off, burning his legs but doing no real damage. The burns scared Manhunter though, as Batman knew of his weakness to fire and would exploit it endlessly. He then remembered that he had Martian vision, so he could see exactly where the Batman was hiding at all times. He peered through buildings into the alley Batman went into and saw him waiting in the corner of two buildings with two capsules in his hands, waiting for him to fly into the alley. Manhunter chuckled, “Clearly Batman is relying on me making this a fair fight. I may be honorable, but I’m not stupid old friend.”

Manhunter stretched his arm along the tops of the buildings to keep out of Batman’s sight. When his hand was positioned directly above his adversary, he grabbed him by the cape and threw him into the air far above any buildings he would be able to use to hide. Batman’s gadgets were useless up there alone, and all he could do was right himself and try to glide down with his cape- something he knew Manhunter would never willingly allow. He kept the two capsules in his hand and curled into a ball as his ascent was finally being slowed by the time he was at the clouds. Manhunter retracted his arm and flew up to meet Batman before he burnt his cape off and watched him fall, when Batman unfurled from his ball and threw the two capsules at him. Manhunter had anticipated this and was beginning to use his vortex breath to blow them far away, but Batman had seen this as well, and threw a batarang from his other hand at the capsules. Manhunter tried to blow them away quickly, but the capsules detonated as the batarang hit them, unleashing a load of napalm at Manhunter.

Manhunter panicked for a moment before he realized who he was, so he simply distorted his body to have the napalm pass right through him, falling to the cement below as he remained untouched. Batman was about to grab something else from his belt, but Manhunter quickly flew over and stopped him, grabbing him by his hands and breaking them. Batman screamed in agony, but the unknown force driving the two of them had taken a strong hold on Manhunter at this point, so he felt little remorse as he tightened his grip and spoke, “You never really believed you had a chance, did you?” Manhunter tore off his cape with one swift motion and let Batman fall to the ground below, ironically landing in the puddle of napalm that he had thrown seconds ago.

Manhunter saw this as overkill and immediately flew down and blew out the flames. He got down over the broken body of his friend and… his hand moved.

Thud!

The thud was Manhunter punching Batman’s face into itself, finishing him off for good. Now that he was dead in his arms, he felt nothing but deep sorrow- not for having killed him, but for the way he had to go. Batman was an extremely noble man, and easily the best human he had ever known. Yet even with his unbelievable strength of mind, he went out trying to kill one of his closest friends. Manhunter looked angrily up at the sky above him, as if to curse whatever entity had done this to them. The clouds began to weep at this sight, so Manhunter took the body of his friend away from the wet ground to bury him, hoping that this would help him lay his mind to rest once the shock of what had just transpired wore off.

Another being watches from a new universe

“He could be the one…”