Chapter 16 - If I want to steal I’m going to steal

1st POV (Makenzie)

Exiting the restaurant, I make my way back towards Oscorp while paying attention to see if there is anyone else following me. Not sensing anyone I pick up my pace and arrive back at my lab in 15 minutes. Seeing as how I still have roughly an hour and a half till my serum is ready, I moved my gaze over to another pile of materials in the corner of the room.

Grabbing the materials, I quickly set to work on making my own cure for the madness caused by the Goblin Serum. After much debate I concluded that I couldn't let the military get their hands on any type of enhanced formula. Ever. General Ross and Trask would both become overly complicated problems if they were given the ability to produce perfect super soldiers on command. And I'm sure Hydra wouldn't mind an extra formula as well. The safest option is to inject Norman with the cure right after he takes the serum. The only problem is that with this being a hybrid universe I can't be sure of exactly how much of a power up Norman is going to get. It shouldn't be anything beyond the level of a dozen tons and after taking my gene serum I'm confident that I'll be able to stop him but just in case I'll need to prepare a failsafe.

On another note, Reaper has been performing well so far. Honestly, I was a little freaked out by his "For the Creator" mindset but he seems to be adapting rapidly to what is actual "common sense" and has been toning down that behavior (AN: No, he hasn't). And he's been performing his role perfectly terrorizing the criminals of New York. He's gone after anyone who I've found committing crimes by hacking. Politicians, Charity organization leaders, church leaders, thanks to that he's also been able to maintain his image as a terrorist and not just as a vigilantly. Although after the attack on the prescient the NYPD's stance on Reaper was set in stone so it wouldn't have changed much even if he became a priest.

Curiously enough Shield has been rather passive right now. I'm assuming that there aware that Reaper is only killing criminals but still I thought they would have made a move by now. After seeing Coulson and Rumlow in the NYPD I thought it wouldn't be long till they tracked me down but neither has done anything after their visit to the department.

Both Pierce and Fury share at least the fact they hate unexpected things popping up when they're making plans so it's a pleasant surprise to say the least that they haven't done anything yet. I could hack deeper into their system and listen to audio recordings, but I don't see the need. My interference so far has been minimal the timeline shouldn't have shifted to the point where any major events change. Meaning that I don't need to bother digging into Shield when I can spend time focusing on furthering my plans.

Speaking of my current plans I turn my gaze to the third and final pile of materials stacked in my lab with a gas mask symbol covering the crate their stored in. I had spent all my free time this past week reviewing surveillance footage from around Hell's Kitchen and had finally found the person I was looking for. Kilgrave aka Kevin Thompson, the crate full of materials was a failsafe in case my ability to control chemicals as Reaper didn't work on his ability to control people through pheromones he produces into the air.

In all likelihood even if I couldn't control his pheromones, they shouldn't be able to affect me but after confirming he has Jessica Jones under his control, I decided to make it. Having to fight her while fighting against his influence would be very difficult. Moving my half-finished cure into the freezer (I need to wait for the rest of the materials tomorrow). I Transformed from Mercy into Moira and moved over towards my final set of materials. Without any sample of his DNA, I can't make a cure to safely strip his powers from him so instead I'm using a much harsher approach to forcefully shut down any part of his body that produces pheromones. If he's lucky he'll live through the process and spend the rest of his days crippled. A fitting end for someone like him.

{Ring Ring Ring}

Shaken from my thoughts by the sound of the alarm I set I step away from my "cure" and move towards the freezer across the room. Opening it I see the finished product of my perfected gene serum. It was a neon blue substance that seemed to glow with energy. Removing it carefully from the freezer I leave it out to warm up slightly before taking it while moving back over to finish preparing for Kilgrave. Honestly, it's annoying how long this process must take. Even Oscorp with some of the best technology in the world, is severely behind what I saw in the Overwatch world. It will become a big problem if I'm forced too constantly put off my plans because of how long it takes for things to happen using current technology. I need more sources of income soon.

Setting aside Kilgraves "cure" I take the Gene serum and move deeper into my lab where 3 beds are kept for those scientists who get too caught up in research and end up having to stay the night or the walking zombies who refuse to sleep until their bodies start to collapse. Laying down on the bed I properly set up all the equipment before locking down the lab and dropping my transformation. Once back in my own body I'm immediately assaulted by pain throughout my body and collapse onto the bed breathing heavily. It's good that I managed to get into Oscorp so quickly my body wouldn't have lasted if I had to wait much longer.

Ignoring my body's protests, I did one final double check to make sure everything was in order before I laid down and injected the serum. Immediately I felt a comfortable warmth spread throughout my body but instead of relaxing I clenched my teeth and waited. Soon the heat flowing through my body started to ramp up in intensity and my body started to scream in pain as the feeling of being cooked alive spread through my nerves. Rapidly producing sweat that evaporated the second it was produced I used as much of my muddled mind as I could muster to stop myself from screaming in pain.

15 minutes later as the heat slowly started to leave my body, I slowly relaxed my tense muscles and allowed unconsciousness to claim me.

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1st POV (Reaper)

"Wait please no I'm sorry I'll give you whatever you want just please don..." {Bang}

How pathetic these humans are yelling and screaming instead of fighting back against their oppressors. They're nothing like my creator who works desperately trying to change the inevitable future these failures would lead their race too. Allowing these useless insects to just go extinct while preparing on our own would be a much better use of time than all the efforts my creator is going through to help prepare them. Alas his unending mercy truly knows no bounds.

Turning away from the pathetic heap on the floor I move to a safe poorly hidden behind an ugly portrait of the insect before tearing it along with the safe door of the wall. Inside the safe are bars of gold stacked neatly followed by rolls of cash and a couple of books detailing the insects' illegal actions. Grabbing the duffle bag my creator gave me I stuff the bills and gold inside before taking out a lighter and throwing it into the safe with the books. To sell my image as a villain My creator told me it needed to seem like I was murdering indiscriminately at all levels. Destroying evidence that points to the contrary is crucial in ensuring his plan succeeds.

Turning to leave instead of teleporting outside of the mansion like I did to get inside I exit the insect's bedroom and make my way through the house to see if there is anything fit to help my creator. My creator told me I had to be careful with what I took because the so-called Mutants of this world provide a threat to every situation with the vastness of their mutations. Therefore, I've only been stealing small things that no one would notice the disappearance of. I have learned from the internet about a day of celebration in one's life called a birthday and while my creator has yet to share with me its date. I am preparing as many gifts as possible for the occasion.

Making my way to the living room I see a glass display full of luxury models of locomotives. Moving over to the glass I shift through the shelves for a bit before finally deciding on a beautifully detailed train model. At least that insect knew how to spend his money. Carefully moving the train into my bag, I turned around just in time to catch the arrow that had been aimed to pierce through my bag.

P: "You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you." A bald man in a suit entered the room followed by slightly younger man with black hair in a buzz cut.

R: "Really. "Don't take things that don't belong to you." That's the best you can come up with to say to a terrorist."

I've seen these guys before but from wher... Of course, these are the SHEILD agent's creator warned me about.

P: "What can I say I didn't have much time to prepare. You're a very hard person to track"

R: "I know."

An awkward silence descended at my words as the bald man seemed taken aback by my answer. My creator had told me to keep my dialogue as short as possible so that people won't notice the difference if he ever needs to act in my place. Sigh how I wish I could be strong enough to do everything for my creator. He shouldn't have to lower his majestic self to the level of these humans.

P: "Allow me to introduce myself before we continue our conversation. I'm agent Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Also considering that you've yet to kill anyone who isn't a criminal I find it odd you choose to label yourself a terrorist."

R: "Lucky coincidence."

Let's see if I remember correctly my creator forbid the death of this Baldy and considering I can't see the archer its best to put him as off limits too. Him on the other hand, Brock Rumlow was it? He was on the must kill list. Truly how lost humanity is without my creator for their greatest protectors to be nothing more than a glove worn by their greatest enemies. A truly laughable failure.

P: "Coincidence? I think not. I'm here as a representative of the division to formally invite you to join our special task force."

Hmmm Special task force? Does my creator know about this? Probably but still its best I try to find our as much as I can before killing that buzz cut fuckboy and leaving.

R: "Special task force?"

P: "Yes, that's right for years We've been training others with abilities like yours to..."

R: "There isn't anyone else like me." I snarled. How dare this Baldy compare a creation of my creator to the pathetic experiments created by humans.

P: "The world is much bigger than you could ever imagine. Do you think you're the only one with impossible abilities? You're not since our founding near the end of World War 2 The division has seen hundreds of cases of attempted super solider projects. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg. What if I told you that since ancient times there have been members of the human race who have naturally been gifted with abilities so extraordinary that they make the gods of myths look like children's books."

Is this idiot really trying to intimidate me by talking about the hundreds of fuck up super soldiers that have been made since Captain America. And talking about the gods to I wonder if his opinion would change if he knew that the gods really existed. I mean honestly, they have a whole sector for the study of mythology and ancient civilizations and yet they seriously still believe that gods aren't real. Truly how my creator wastes his time on these measly creatures. I can't stand there talking any longer.

Before either of them could react, I was already across the room with my arm plunged through the buzzcuts chest and in my hands was his heart. {Cough, Spurt} I watched as he looked down at his chest in disbelief before his eyes started to dim as he died. Slowly pulling my hand out of his chest. I moved swiftly behind the wall as three arrows accurately pierced through where I had just been standing. Watching them fly right through where my vitals would have been told me that my assumption on who the archer was, was correct. Clint Barton another member of the can't kill list. {tch} clicking my tongue in annoyance I turned my head to look out the window and disappeared into the shadow behind me before reappearing out in the street.

Opening my eyes again outside, I look at my shadow and quickly plunge my hand into it before pulling it back out with my bag in hand. Leaving a part of myself on the bag at all times proved to work out better than I expected. Anyway, with this I should have solidified my position as an enemy. Now that all the players have taken their seats it's time to begin the game. The game that would ultimately end with my death. How exhilarating to die for my creators' plans. It is the highest honor. I can't wait, don't disappoint me SHEILD, HYDRA, MUTANTS you all have your part to play in this game. Let humanity begin its descension. All is according to the creators' will.

Silently I walked into the darkness of the night beside myself with glee at the success of my creators' plans. Truly my creator is the greatest being of the human race.

AN: I know the outburst at the end there might seem out of place, but I wanted to put an emphasis on this part of the story because it marks the first big change Makenzie's made in Marvel. Let me know what you think about labeling who is speaking in a conversation. Tell if it helps you keep track of them better or if you think something else would work better.

The reason why reaper is referring to humans as if he isn't one of them is because he doesn't recognize himself as one of them. He only has the powers and instinctive knowledge of how to use them of the original Reaper. So, to him he couldn't possibly be like the humans after all he wasn't born like them, and he didn't come from where they came from. So, when also taking into account that he worships Makenzie like a God which means he has to debase the other members of humanity to keep that image untainted you get Reaper making a clear distinction between himself Makenzie's creation and the rest of humanity.

Also, Schools been a bitch recently and I probably won't be able to upload weekly anymore. I have no intention of dropping this story at any point. But the updates might come out less often and more randomly from here on out.