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A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite Ch 8
🕑 Added 2025-02-13 15:26:29 +0000 UTCThrough the halls of a S.H.I.E.L.D. base walks Maria Hill, her movements precise and purposeful. Her athletic frame carries a tactical uniform adorned with S.H.I.E.L.D. logos on the arms, while her neatly styled shoulder-length brown hair frames piercing eyes that miss nothing. In her hands, she holds a glass tablet as she makes her way to meet her superior.
A firm knock on the door is answered by a deep voice. "Enter."
Inside the office stands Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. His imposing figure, marked by a shaved head, neat goatee, and distinctive eye patch covering his left eye, commands attention in the room.
"Director," Hill greets him with professional courtesy.
"What do you have for me, Agent Hill."
"You might want to see this, sir." Hill extends the tablet toward him.
Fury's remaining eye scans the contents displayed on the screen—images and video footage showing Kuuga engaged in combat with the Rat Grongi. His expression remains unreadable as he studies the footage.
"Two unidentified lifeforms surfaced in New York last night," Hill reports crisply, her tone sharp with professional concern. "Local law enforcement uncovered them while investigating a string of homicides."
"Cut to the chase, Hill. Are these two the ones behind the killings?"
"Based on our preliminary findings, the rat-like entity is responsible for the recent homicides. The armored subject intervened, initiating a confrontation with the rat creature shortly thereafter."
Fury's attention returns to the footage, his gaze particularly focused on Kuuga's movements. The silence in the room grows heavy as he analyzes every detail of the mysterious armored warrior.
"Is the armored one a potential enemy?"
"Based on current observations, he hasn't shown any hostile intent toward civilians or law enforcement," Hill reported. She hesitated before adding, "Should we deploy our field agents, sir?"
"Deploy them," Fury nodded, his leather coat creaking as he shifted his stance. "But keep them at a distance. I want eyes on this armored figure—detailed surveillance and data collection. They're to maintain their position unless the situation deteriorates."
"Sir, are you considering him for the project? We don't have any info on his identity or what he is capable of. For all we know, he might not even be human."
"That's precisely why we're going to learn everything we can about him, Agent Hill," Fury replied, his tone leaving no room for further discussion.
The project Hill was talking about is the Avengers Initiative. Under Nick Fury's guidance, the initiative sought to gather Earth's most extraordinary individuals into a unified team. Its purpose was clear: to combat catastrophic threats that conventional military forces simply couldn't handle. The world was changing, and S.H.I.E.L.D. needed to ensure humanity could face whatever challenges emerged from the shadows.
Hill nodded curtly. "I'll brief the field agents immediately, sir." She turned and walked toward the door, and left the room.
As the door closed behind her, Fury returned his gaze to the tablet. The video replayed Kuuga's dynamic movements against the Rat Grongi, each frame revealing something new about the mysterious armored warrior.
Fury's lone eye narrowed slightly.
"Times are changing."
…
The Rat Grongi perched atop a darkened building, his beady eyes scanning the streets below for potential victims. His elongated claws twitched with anticipation as he contemplated his next move.
(I must kill more. I need more kills for the Gegel.)
A solitary figure caught his attention—a man walking alone in the night. Without hesitation, the Grongi descended from his vantage point, his movements swift and precise. In one fluid motion, he plunged his razor-sharp claws into the unfortunate man's neck.
As the victim crumpled to the ground, the Rat Grongi's gaze fell upon an aging apartment building. His heightened senses detected the numerous occupants inside, and a cruel calculation formed in his mind—this target-rich environment could help him reach his quota.
Slipping into the building's dimly lit hallway, the monster encountered his first witness—a startled resident whose eyes widened with confusion and fear.
"Wha-What are you?" the man stammered, his voice trembling. "Is that a costume?"
The Rat Grongi answered with brutal efficiency, lunging forward with inhuman speed. His claws found their mark, and the resident's questions ended in a wet gurgle as life drained from his body.
The sound of a door opening drew the monster's attention. A woman, stepping out with her garbage, froze at the gruesome scene before her. Her scream pierced the night air but was quickly silenced by the Grongi's lethal claws.
With methodical precision, the monster began his systematic slaughter, moving from apartment to apartment. Each door became another target, each resident another victim in his cruel game of numbers. The Rat Grongi's deadly mission continued, turning the quiet apartment building into a house of horrors.
…
The television in Pole Pole crackled with urgent news. A serious-looking anchor leaned forward, her voice tense and rapid.
"We're bringing you live coverage of a horrific incident in downtown Manhattan. Police have cordoned off a residential building after multiple reports of a mass casualty event. Witnesses describe a masked individual moving through the building, leaving a trail of victims. Emergency services are on the scene, but details remain unclear. We emphasize that residents should stay away from the area. This is an ongoing investigation."
Ace's eyes narrowed. He knew this was the Grongi acting up again so soon.
"Pops," he called out, already moving toward the door, "I need to go."
Pops looked up, confusion crossing his weathered face. "Where are you heading in such a hurry?"
"Something important," Ace replied, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and determination.
He rushed out of Pole Pole, his mind racing. The police would be helpless against a Grongi. Only he can stop it.
Outside, Ace flagged down a taxi. "Downtown, and as quickly as possible," he instructed the driver.
As the taxi wove through the city streets, Ace couldn't help but think how much easier this would be if he had his own motorbike—or better yet, a proper Rider Machine.
…
Captain George Stacy led his NYPD officers into the apartment building, their high-caliber weapons at the ready. His weathered face was set with determination, his eyes scanning the corridor ahead.
"Stay sharp," he instructed his team. "We don't know what we're walking into. Keep your weapons ready and watch each other's backs."
The officers entered, and the scene before them was horrific. A bloody hallway stretched out, bodies scattered like broken dolls. Large punctured wounds marked each victim's neck, and blood dripped from walls and floor. The metallic smell of death hung heavy in the air.
One of the younger officers couldn't contain himself, vomiting at the gruesome sight. George's jaw clenched, a single muttered "Damn it" escaping his lips.
Suddenly, movement caught their attention. Around the corner, the Rat Grongi—Xu·Nezuma·Da—was in the process of killing another helpless victim. Its rat-like form moved with terrifying precision, claws extended and eyes gleaming with predatory intent.
George's eyes hardened. With a swift hand signal, he commanded his team, "Open fire! Take that thing down!"
A thunderous volley of gunfire erupted, muzzle flashes lighting up the dark hallway. But the Rat Grongi was no ordinary target. It moved with inhuman speed, the bullets barely scratching its monstrous form.
In a blur of motion, the creature lunged. Claws slashed, a powerful tail whipped through the air. Bones crushed under its assault, officers falling like ragdolls against the blood-stained walls.
"Retreat!" George shouted, recognizing the futility of their current strategy.
The Rat Grongi pursued, its hunting instincts driving it forward. George reached for his radio, his voice calm despite the chaos.
"All units, we need backup. Where is the SWAT team?"
A crackling response came through: "Already on their way, captain."
The SWAT team entered the building with calculated precision. Their tactical formations were tight, weapons raised and ready. The team's leader barked quick commands, and they fanned out through the blood-stained hallway.
The Rat Grongi observed the new arrivals, a sinister gleam in its rat-like eyes. (More Linto to add to my count,) it thought with predatory anticipation.
Gunfire erupted, muzzle flashes cutting through the darkness. The Grongi moved like liquid shadow, dodging bullets with impossible speed. Its razor-sharp claws tore through tactical gear and flesh with brutal efficiency. SWAT members fell one by one, their extensive training no match for the monster's inhuman reflexes.
The hallway transformed into a killing ground. Claws slashed. Bones crunched. Blood splattered against the walls. With methodical brutality, the Rat Grongi decimated the team, leaving only silence in its wake.
The creature's gaze locked onto George. (The last one,) it calculated.
In a blur of motion, the Rat Grongi lunged at George, razor-sharp claws extended. George braced himself, closing his eyes and awaiting the fatal strike. But the impact never came.
A sudden blur of white and red intercepted the monster. Ace stood in his Growing Form, having delivered a powerful kick that sent the Grongi crashing into the wall. The plaster cracked, forming a spiderweb of fractures around the creature's impact point.
"Are you okay?" Ace asked George, his voice steady and calm.
"I'm fine," George responded, momentarily stunned by the unexpected rescue.
The Rat Grongi stirred, rising from the wall. As it moved, a nearby candle toppled. The small flame touched a curtain, which began to smolder and slowly catch fire, spreading across the fabric.
"Kuuga!" The Grongi called out.
Ace and the Rat Grongi squared off, getting into their battle stances. The fire continued to spread, casting an ominous glow on their impending confrontation.
