Avenging
Act III, All You Need is Hate
Chapter 1


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Author�s Forward: The events during most of the prologue actually 
happened before the last chapter of Act II. This picks up where Act II 
ended.

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It was the largest secret meeting the Animal Liberation Front had ever 
held. Word had traveled through the grapevine of a rousing success in 
Europe: the emancipation of a number of animals from a particularly 
gruesome fate at the hands of an evil scientist who had super powers. 
That their movement could confront such a being and triumph gave 
everyone cause to celebrate.

The venue was a meeting hall the leader had rented for the occasion. All 
of the big gatherings were held there. No press was allowed, as some of 
the tactics the ALF had employed were technically illegal, if morally 
right. Luckily only minimal property damage had been inflicted during 
most of the rescue operations, and since the leadership had been adamant 
about *not* publicly claming responsibility for their actions, they had 
managed to fly under the radar for the most part. Though there was a 
segment of the leadership, led by Shinjiro Hikami, who wanted a more 
public image for their heroic deeds.

Still, few complained about the current leader, founder Itsuki Mikura. 
Under his direction the ALF had financial resources like never before. 
Some claimed it was their super-powered hacker, Overrider, that had 
obtained stolen them, while others maintained Councilwoman Juna Ariyoshi 
herself was secretly funding them while running interference in the 
government to keep them ay bay.

With most of the membership in attendance for the last half hour, the 
crowd started to grow restless. Just as the anticipation hit a boil, 
people began to walk on stage from the back. The leadership of the ALF, 
with Mikura at the forefront of the procession, greeted their followers 
with bows, waves of the hand, and other gestures of acknowledgement.

Mikura walked up to the podium and a hush fell over the crowd of nearly 
a thousand.

Mikura�s voice boomed across the room, the speakers placed precisely so 
all could hear without being deafened. �Greetings, my fellow liberators. 
Today is a great day in the annals of our movement. A rescue operation, 
headed by Yakumo Matsui, had great success in liberating what might very 
well be the greatest rescue of animals to date. Sadly, he could not be 
with us today, his fate unknown. Let us take a moment to remember he and 
our other fallen comrades.�

The hall was silent as heads were bowed and prayers muttered.

After an appropriate silence, Mikura spoke again. �But in the midst of 
this tragedy, success. Thanks to Shinjiro Hikami.� The man in question 
took a bow in the pause Mikura provided, then sat back down. �Other 
animals were rescued from what can only be called in execution. And I 
mean that in a literal sense,� he said ominously.

Angry mutterings and a few voices rang out in response to that.

Mikura nodded again. �It is a great honor that I present to you one of 
the animals freed from his imminent death, and allow him to thank you 
himself.�

A stir of confusion shot through the gathering at the declaration. 
Confusion became shock as the crowd saw what was unquestionably an 
animal man, wolflike in appearance, walk across the stage to the podium. 
He wore a brown tunic and shorts which showed off his furry, muscled 
arms and legs. He wore green boots on his feet, though his hands went 
uncovered, showing his fingers and the claws that were his nails. A 
green cape completed his wardrobe, accenting both his human and animal 
sides.

He exchanged bows with Mikura, who stepped aside and took a place with 
the others, allowing the newcomer to stand alone before the podium.

Man Beast spoke into the microphone, using impeccable Japanese. In a 
firm, yet gentle voice, he said, �I am the Man Beast, an innocent wolf 
changed into human form unwillingly by a truly evil being who refers to 
himself as the High Evolutionary. I find myself a strange creature in a 
strange land, at least from my perspective. An individual of both the 
world of nature and the world of man, but truly belonging in neither. 
Torn in two directions, not knowing which way to go.

�I was a tormented soul who wished merely to be allowed to live in 
peace, to return to my natural state. However, to do so meant defying 
the one who had tortured me, turning me into what you see now. My desire 
for individuality was an affront he could not tolerate. For my defiance 
I was to be executed. Yet on the dawn of that dark day, the brave men 
and women of the Animal Liberation Front rescued me, and some of my 
comrades, at a far too tragic cost.

�I cannot return to my former self. I was tempted to wallow in self-pity 
for my untenable predicament, but that would allow the sacrifice of the 
brave soldiers in animal emancipation to be in vain. This must not be!� 
He pounded the podium, firmly enough for all to hear, but without 
causing any damage.

�I have now found my calling, thanks to my rescuers: the liberation of 
all animals from enslavement. I seek a better life where all might live 
in harmony. To this end I will dedicate my existence to seeking a 
resolution in the conflict between man and nature. And it is good to 
know I have allies on my side.� He pointed his finger at the audience.

They cheered at the praise, applauding loud enough to cause the walls of 
the facility to vibrate.

Man Beast waved his hands down, calling for silence. Once it was quiet 
enough to be heard, he said, �To that end, Mr. Mikura and I have come to 
an agreement as to my role in the ALF.� He looked back to Mikura, who 
nodded at him in acquiescence, allowing all to see his consent.

Man Beast turned back to the audience. �As of today, I shall lead the 
ALF in its new crusade, for what better leader than one who has suffered 
under the yoke of tyranny of the very oppressors whom the movement is to 
fight against?�

The other people on stage stared at each other in astonishment, and then 
began clapping. All save Mikura, who jerked in his seat as though shot. 
He stared at Man Beast in disbelief.

After a moment, the crowd followed, cheering enthusiastically at the idea.

Man Beast continued weaving his oratory spell. �Yes, my friends, let 
today mark the dawn of a new beginning of the ALF. You can count on me 
to personally spearhead the effort to release all those who have 
suffered as I have at the hands of cruel, inhuman monsters. We will be 
more aggressive than ever in spreading our message of hope and 
salvation, bringing this world the peace it so desperately craves. It 
will be a difficult, long, hard fought battle, but one that we cannot 
afford to lose. So we will go forth, rededicated to the salvation of all 
animals everywhere!�

The crowd roared in approval, reenergized and sounding like they were 
ready to march on the enemy then and there. Man Beast humbly bowed 
before them, accepting their adulation in a reserved manner, waving at 
the crowd as he left the stage. The other people, led by Mikura, 
followed close behind.

The rest of the Ani-Men waited in the back, out of sight. Man Beast 
joined them. Just as he was about to speak, Mikura snarled, �I need to 
talk to you. Now.�

Man Beast gazed at him softly. �Of course. My apologies. I almost forgot 
about the discussion we agreed upon after the speech.� To the other 
people in the backstage area, he said in a genial voice, �I need to 
discuss some clarifications and issues about the administrative shift 
with Mr. Mikura, and it should be done in private. All except you, 
Tabur. You come with us. I need you to do a few things for me afterward.�

Everyone bowed and did so, only Mikura and the cat man remaining behind. 
Mikura�s face twitched and he looked ready to tackle Man Beast. �How dare��

Man Beast held up a warning finger. �Ah ah, ah, let�s have this meeting 
in private. I realize you have a few concerns about the nature of the 
speech I just gave, but we must discuss this like civilized creatures. 
The movement might suffer if they think there�s some sort of breech in 
authority figures.�

Mikura bit his tongue for the moment. He allowed himself to be led to a 
room in the meeting hall, one set up for an administrator, thereby 
affording them some privacy.

Man Beast ushered Mikura in. Tabur followed, closing the door behind 
him. The cat man went to the far side of the room, allowing Man Beast 
and Mikura the center of the room to carry on their discussion.

By now Mikura�s face had turned red in fury. �What in the hell do you 
think you�re doing?�

�Going about the most effective way of freeing my fellow members of the 
animal kingdom from the wonton cruelty of modern human society,� Man 
Beast said innocently.

Mikura turned a deeper hue of red. �That was not what we agreed upon. 
You were to become our spokesperson, not take over my position.�

Man Beast made a placating gesture. �But this way is so much better. You 
saw how our fellow crusaders embraced the idea. It�s a wonderful way to 
start the new era of our movement. We�ll free more animals than ever.�

Mikura remained livid. �Don�t use the cause as an excuse for this little 
power play of yours. I�m not some idiot you can sweet talk like you did 
the people out there. I am not turning the reigns of power to you or 
anyone else. This is my movement. I helped found it. I�ve lead it to 
unparalleled success in the last three years. I will not be usurped by 
some�� He paused for a moment.

�Animal?� Man Beast asked, still benign.

�By an interloper who just walked in here!� Mikura raged. �I don�t know 
what your game is, but what you�re going to do is say in front of 
everyone that you�ve rethought things and have come to the conclusion 
that the job of president and spokesperson is too much for you, and 
you�ll settle for being spokesperson while leaving me in charge��

Mikura�s speech ended abruptly as Man Beast lunged forward, grabbing the 
top of the former president�s head and bending it back, baring his 
throat. With a snarl he bit down on the neck, ripping out his throat and 
half the neck with a snap of the jaws. He released Mikura, letting his 
body slump to the floor as blood fountained from his neck.

�Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, you whining genetic abnormality!� Man Beast 
raged at the spasming body, his own form nearly convulsing in anger. His 
hands curled into fists, as though he would continue beating on the body 
despite its gory state.

�I was wondering how long you�d put up with that crap,� Tabur said from 
off to the side, well away from the blood and gore. �For a moment there, 
I thought you were going soft with all that �emancipation� crap you were 
spewing on stage.�

Man Beast turned on the cat man, eyes rimmed red in rage. �Oh, I�ll be 
emancipating all the animals, it�s true.�

Tabur looked at him in disbelief. �What are you talking about? You�ve 
never given a crap about animal or man before today.�

Man Beast explained things to him.

Tabur held his hand to his chin in thought. �Oh, that makes sense. Yes, 
I suppose all the animals would be emancipated then, wouldn�t they?�

�Indeed,� Man Beast said, a semblance of control returned to him. �Now, 
it�s time for me to shake things up a bit around here. First, I�ll get 
cleaned up while you get rid of that,� he pointed at the body. �Make 
sure you wipe up all the blood gets dried up. And get me a toothpick I 
think part of his jugular is caught in my teeth.� Man Beast ran his long 
tongue over his teeth, trying to dislodge something.

�What will you tell the others about Mikura�s disappearance?�

Man Beast was once again using a composed, almost sympathetic guise. 
�After years of dedication to our noble crusade, the esteemed former 
president is on a well-earned holiday. Oh, he was insistent on remaining 
to help out, but I talked him into it, assuring him I can handle the 
transition. He more than earned his rest for working so hard for the 
betterment of myself and our kind. My shoulders are more than broad 
enough to succeed him, though he can never be replaced.�

�Nice touch,� Tabur said.

�Yes, it is,� Man Beast said, sitting down in a chair and pondering the 
matter. �We�ll need to move things along quickly so no one has the time 
to realize he�s gone. I�ll promote Hikami to second-in-command. He�s 
human, which will make it seem they are still in charge to some degree. 
He�s also already high up in the hierarchy, trusted and familiar to the 
humans. Besides, he rescued me, and he seems aggressive enough for what 
I have planned. He�ll jump at the opportunity. Also he should know 
enough of the secrets that Mikura did, like where the money�s coming 
from. And�� Man Beast appeared as though he were pondering something.

�Yes?� Tabur asked.

�I�ll want to know what sort of super powered assets the ALF has.�

�Why? You�ve already got me and the others from Wundagore,� Tabur 
pointed out.

�You�re less expendable than anyone else,� Man Beast informed him. �I 
might need canon fodder, the more powerful the better.�

�What about the Overrider babe?� Tabur asked, eyes gleaming lustily.

�Behave yourself,� Man Beast warned. �Just because the High Evolutionary 
didn�t evolve any females for us to mate with doesn�t mean you should be 
ruled by your loins. I will want the full story from her. Her 
extraordinary abilities are not indicative of evolutionary advancement, 
like mine. Something else is going on there. If you�re not careful, your 
balls might end up in a mousetrap. And if you screw things up for me 
with your lust, remember, I can rip your throat out as easily as I did 
him.� He pointed at the body.

�Right,� Tabur said sulkily.

Man Beast smiled, a chilling, feral thing that hinted on the edge of 
madness. �Oh yes, the times are changing, as you�re about to find out, 
you aberrant sacks of flesh. You�ll get what�s coming to you for trying 
to jump the evolutionary chain ahead of me.�

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Inside one of Avengers Mansion�s reinforced observation rooms (designed 
to hold captured SPBs until they could be turned over to the proper 
authorities) four people surrounded a fifth. The air was thick with 
anticipation as everyone watched the fifth person expectantly.

Iron Rose, Daredevil, Wasp, and Giant Man had their attention riveted to 
the young man in the yellow shirt, purple pants, and striped bandanna 
lashed around his forehead. The young man sat in a chair in the middle 
of the room, even more anxious than the others.

�Are you sure you don�t recall anything when you turn into the Hulk?� 
Daredevil asked.

�I�m sure I�d remember turning into a giant green creature.� After all, 
Ryouga knew darn well when he turned into a small, four-legged porcine 
that had to constantly worry about being tuned into bacon by any 
passerby with a butcher�s shop and a cleaver.

�He certainly believes it,� Daredevil informed the others.

�It is quite surprising,� Wasp said as she flew before Ryouga�s eyes.

�In this business, nothing really surprises me anymore.� Giant Man 
wasn�t as bothered as usual about being in his heroic guise. For a 
change he was doing some real good in helping to examine this �Ryouga 
Hibiki� person that the Hulk turned into. Or turned back into, if Ryouga 
was to be believed. A quick talk with the young man showed Ryouga had no 
idea of how or why the transformation occurred, only that his memory 
blackouts were a fairly recent occurrence. Curiously, finding himself in 
strange locales was not. Evidently he was as directionally challenged as 
his emerald alter-ego.

After confirming the admittedly damning evidence that Ryouga had been 
the Hulk, the Avengers had taken the young man back to the mansion in 
their quinjet. Ryouga had been docile the entire time, complaining about 
an upset stomach which seemed to have carried over from his larger form. 
Also he was eager to return to Tokyo, both to find out why he was 
turning into the Hulk, as well as �finishing some unfinished business� 
with someone there. Since the Avengers would take him there, all the 
better, and he was willing to put up with being poked and prodded while 
they examined him.

Upon returning, Thor, Captain Japan, and Hawkeye said they had to leave 
for personal business, leaving the four remaining heroes to ascertain 
the situation with their teammate, even if he didn�t know he was their 
teammate. It made for a very awkward situation.

After initially arriving at Avenger�s Mansion, one of the tests Iron 
Rose ran indicated Ryouga had an unnaturally high level of gamma 
radiation coursing through his veins. He didn�t radiate it enough to 
contaminate anyone, even over a prolonged period of time, but he himself 
should have been ill from radiation poisoning. Not having extensive 
knowledge about gamma radiation, Iron Rose tried contacting a number of 
experts on the matter. The world�s foremost authority, Bruce Banner, was 
unavailable since he was on his honeymoon. Reed Richards was off in some 
other dimension with the Challengers of the Fantastic, and Walter 
Langkowski�s whereabouts were unknown.

Luckily, another expert, Dr. Otto Octavius, was not only available, but 
in Japan for a seminar. Unable to turn down a request by a super hero 
team, and fascinated at the readings they had shared with him, he was 
rushed by limousine, courtesy of Kunou Industries, to Avengers Mansion 
where he had run a battery of tests on Ryouga. Now he was poring over 
the information in the lab while the others waited for his conclusions.

Wasp, becoming thoroughly bored at flying around and not doing anything, 
finally decided to ask some more personal questions of Ryouga. �So who 
is this person you have �unfinished business with�?� If it was some sort 
of super-villain, she could help defeat him.

Ryouga jumped on her interest like a drowning man would a 
life-preserver. �Would you listen to my story? It�s about a great wrong 
done to me, one that�s made me hunt down the perpetrator to the ends of 
the Earth.�

�Oh, that sounds interesting.� Definitely super-villain material. Wasp 
listened intently.

Seeing he had an audience, Ryouga unburdened himself. �It was three 
years ago that a backstabbing jerk named Ranma Saotome backstabbed me.�

Wasp and Giant Man both jerked. They looked at each other askance.

Off to the side, Daredevil noticed the obvious change in their 
heartbeats and listened carefully while trying to look distracted.

�And what did Ran, er, this Mr. Saotome, do to you? That constituted 
backstabbing, that is,� Wasp asked.

Ryouga seethed in anger. �He went to the same school I did. He was a 
late transfer that year. A giant of a kid. Everyone thought he must have 
been held back a couple of years with how big he was. I was the tallest 
in school before he came along.

�In the beginning he seemed okay, but then he showed his true colors 
during lunch. Battles over bread were vicious, and due to my problems 
with directions, I always made it there when there was next to nothing 
left. Every time I was about to grab the last one, he would snatch it 
away from me. He did that for a week straight, leaving me with nothing 
to eat. By then I was enraged, and challenged him to a fight. Do you 
know what he did right after I made the challenge?�

�What?� Wasp asked.

�He offered to share it with me.�

�I�ve killed people for less than that.� Iron Rose said flatly. Despite 
her faceplate being immovable, it managed to radiate sarcasm.

Ryouga�s nostrils flared in anger. �He apologized, saying it was the 
responsibility of the strong to help the weak. I lost my temper and 
challenged him to a fight then and there because of what he said. But 
then he pulled out a list and read it, then said fighting in school 
wasn�t something paragons of virtue were allowed to do, but he would 
challenge me to an arm-wrestling contest.�

�If I doze off over here, don�t wake me up,� Daredevil said from his 
position in the corner, now considerably less interested than before.

Ryouga still took no note of his audience�s increasingly sarcastic 
reaction to his tale; he was too wrapped up in reliving it. �I�d always 
been the strongest kid in my school, but Ranma was big and in really 
good shape, so I took him seriously. We had our arm wrestling match 
right in front of the whole cafeteria. It took him nearly ten minutes to 
beat me. It felt like my arm had fallen off by the time my knuckles hit 
the table.�

�And then you vowed vengeance on him?� Giant Man asked.

Ryouga looked at him in confusion. �Heck no. He won fair and square. He 
looked as bad as I felt, too, barely able to move his arm. He said I was 
the only guy his age that had ever made him work so hard for an arm 
wrestling match. When he found out I knew martial arts, he suggested we 
become friends. Then we could spar and stuff like that.�

�So he�s not an enemy, but a friend, and that�s why you�re looking for 
him?� Wasp prodded.

Ryouga pounded his fist in the table, his skin turning just a faint hint 
of green. �Never! He�s an evil betrayer that pretends he�s your buddy so 
he can stab you in the back! If I ever get my hands on him, I�ll�!� He 
slammed a fist into his palm hard, envisioning it as Ranma�s head.

Now Iron Rose became interested. �Did he steal a girl from you?�

All anger disappeared, replaced by a crimson blush. Ryouga played with 
his fingers. �No, I�ve never had a girlfriend.� He composed himself. 
�But it was over a girl, in a way. That same day Ranma said we could be 
friends, I was walking back from school when I saw some younger kids 
picking on this girl that was about their age. They were calling her 
�freak� and �weirdo� and were shoving her around. She was crying a lot.

�Well, I couldn�t let these guys pick on her. So I walked over and told 
them to knock it off. Then they called me a mutie-lover and tried to 
beat me up. I tossed them aside without even working up a sweat. Like 
most bullies that get stood up to, they were cowards at heart. They 
started bawling their eyes out and ran off.

�After they left, I made sure the girl was all right. She stopped crying 
and thanked me. I asked her why they were picking on her and she told me 
she was a mutant who could turn invisible. I asked her why she hadn�t 
turned invisible to avoid them, and she said that whenever she panicked, 
she couldn�t control her powers. I was doubtful, but then she 
disappeared right before my eyes. I had never seen anything like it. And 
then she thanked me, and, ah, kissed me on the cheek.� Ryouga�s eyes 
nearly glazed over in what was obvious an oft-recalled fantasy.

When it seemed Ryouga wouldn�t continue, Giant Man prodded him. �And 
this Ranma figures into things exactly how?�

Ryouga�s anger returned. �He popped up not more than a minute later with 
those little punks leading him to me. He asked me if I had roughed up 
those bullies, well, he said �poor defenseless kids�, I called them 
bullies, which they were, so I said yes. I told him they had it coming 
since they were picking on the girl not more than a minute before. He 
looked around and asked me what girl, since he didn�t see one and it was 
in a big playground with lots of wide open spaces. I told him it was the 
invisible one and that I didn�t like his tone of voice. It didn�t help 
that all those snots started crying again and accusing me of taking 
their lunch money. When I told them to knock it off or I�d really make 
them sorry, Ranma got all sad and said he couldn�t stand it when tough 
guys picked on weak kids and didn�t even have the guts to admit to it. I 
didn�t like being called a liar, so we had a fight.

�And you lost,� Daredevil said tiredly.

�He tricked me with his superior height and strength!� Ryouga shouted. 
�Worse, the next day, he lied to everyone claiming I was the bully, 
dirtying my name. Everybody treated me like I was a leper or something. 
So I challenged Ranma to a duel to get my revenge for tricking me and 
dragging my name through the mud. Only the jerk didn�t show up for it. I 
waited two days and he never showed.�

�How long did it take you to get there?� Iron Rose asked,

Ryouga ticked the numbers off on his fingers. �Um, three days, I think.�

�I knew it,� Iron Rose mumbled.

Ryouga continued. �I found out later that he had transferred out of 
school, no doubt fleeing the righteous vengeance I had in store for him.�

�A normal reaction, since he proved he was stronger than you and beat 
you in a fight,� Iron Rose said tiredly.

Ryouga was lost in fantasies of vengeance once again. �I traveled all 
around Japan, and even China, searching for him. It was there that 
something� horrible happened to me.�

�You became the Hulk?� Giant Man asked.

�No, becoming the Hulk is easy compared to what happened to me.�

�Which is?� Wasp asked.

�A secret I�m too ashamed to admit,� Ryouga said.

�That story would be a secret I�d be too ashamed to admit,� Iron Rose 
muttered.

Ryouga ignored him. �In any case, I�m seeking revenge on Ranma for all 
the wrongs he did to me.�

�The next person that calls me obsessive, I punch out. I�m legally 
entitled to do it after hearing that story,� Daredevil informed the others.

Wasp and Giant Man looked at one another. The Wasp flew up to his ear 
and spoke to him too softly for even Daredevil to hear. After several 
moments of consultation, Wasp said, �Well, it looks like you�re going to 
have to give up your revenge on Ran� I mean, Mr. Saotome.�

�The heck I do!� Ryouga shouted, his skin again taking on a dull green hue.

Giant Man spoke in soothing tones. �On the contrary, you�re obviously 
the wronged man here. Not only would it show you�re the better man by 
turning the other cheek, but you can�t fight this Ranma.�

�Why not? I can take him easy.�

�Because you might turn into the Hulk,� Wasp pointed out. �You still 
don�t know what makes you change back and forth. What if you were to 
change in the middle of a fight? Why, Ranma would end up a big red 
splotch, and we�d have to arrest you ourselves for murder, and we 
wouldn�t want to do that to a teammate.�

Ryouga began searching for a way around the logic. �I won�t turn into 
the Hulk, then.�

�You mean you can control it?� Wasp asked.

�Uh, sure.�

One didn�t need Daredevil�s enhanced senses to detect the lie, but it 
didn�t hurt. �Try again.�

�I�m sure I can!�

�Even you don�t believe that,� Daredevil corrected.

�And how can you tell? Are you reading my mind?� Ryouga asked suspiciously.

�Body language, which is just as good and nowhere near as invasive. Mind 
reading is a gray area when it comes to the law,� Daredevil said.

�Well, don�t read my body!� Ryouga shouted.

�But it�s such a nice body,� Wasp said playfully.

Ryouga began blushing again, while Giant Man tensed up, and not in a 
good way.

�While he�s no Captain, he has a pleasing form,� Iron Rose confirmed.

Ryouga began twiddling his thumbs nervously at being the attention of so 
many females.

It was at that moment the door to the room slid open and Dr. Octavius 
entered, attracting everyone�s attention. Ryouga breathed a sigh of 
relief at not having girls stare at him, even if he did enjoy it in a 
weird way.

Iron Rose switched over to English for the doctor�s benefit. Everyone 
was fluent enough that they could at least follow the conversation, and 
in Giant Man�s case, add to it if needed.

�Ah, Doctor, it is good to see you so soon. Again I must apologize for 
dragging you away from your seminar.�

Octavius waved a dismissive gesture at her. �It was frightfully boring. 
I only took it because my research in the United States was at a 
temporary halt.�

�Why is that?� Iron Rose asked.

�Someone stole my set of mechanical arms. A nutcase that named himself, 
�Dr. Octopus�. I believe he was Japanese, actually. He evidently read an 
article about the arms, thought they would be a wonderful addition to 
his villainous repertoire, and decided to steal them from me. He hit me 
in the face with a pastry, and while I was blinded by a tasty cream 
filling, he put them on and fled with them.�

�That�s terrible,� Giant Man said.

Octavius shook his head. �Not really. I saw him run off in them and, 
frankly, he looked quiet silly. I had no idea how ridiculous I looked in 
those things. It�s no wonder people made derogatory remarks behind my 
back, and I was never able to get a date. I�m in the process of 
redesigning them so they can be operated by remote. No more wearing 
them.� He nodded sagely.

�In any case, allow me to share with you my analysis of your comrade�s 
condition.�

Everyone listened eagerly to the doctor.

He began speaking in a voice practiced for his seminar. �Understand this 
is a preliminary investigation and dos not have any solid conclusions. 
However I am confident in my findings. There is no doubt that at some 
point Mr. Hibiki was irradiated with what should have been a lethal dose 
of gamma radiation. However, the fact he is still alive and with no 
visible affects from his exposure seems to bare out a theory several 
gamma theorists, such as myself, have postulated, but had no way of 
testing.

�While it�s a minority opinion in the scientific field, I have always 
been firm in the belief that while intense bombardment of gamma 
radiation will usually result in death, cancer, or other toxic 
syndromes, a small percentage of the population might be mutated by 
them, changed into something far beyond those of normal people. In the 
case of Mr. Hibiki, he acquires additional mass through unknown means, 
possibly some heretofore undiscovered chemical reaction, and becomes 
nigh-invulnerable. What really surprises me is that he goes back and 
forth between the two conditions. I had always operated under the 
assumption such a mutation would be permanent in nature. That there is a 
constant transition between forms makes wonder if some other sort of 
energy was involved during the initial bombardment. Or it could be some 
other factor. This is very basic and all theoretical, you understand.�

�But what is this Hulk thing that invades my mind and kicks me out of 
it?� Ryouga asked in broken English.

Octavius stared curiously at him. �While the physical changes are almost 
certainly a result of your gamma irradiation, the change in your 
mentality is not. It�s quite impossible. There�s nothing gamma rays can 
inherently do to allow an outside force to take over your mind. Its 
effects are physical in nature. If it simply made you less intelligent, 
I would assume your mind is physically affected by the transformation, 
almost like a temporary form of brain damage, or at least impediment in 
your ability to think. However, since you and your compatriots assure me 
this Hulk thing believes it is its own unique entity, my suspicion is 
that you had a latent multiple personality disorder, and that the 
physical transformation was the last trigger required for you to create 
one. I warn you, I am a layman with only a handful of courses in 
psychology. You would have to discuss this with a professional, such as 
Doctor Leonard Samson, who specializes in SPBs. Have you been under a 
lot of stress lately?�

Ryouga recalled his transformation into a piglet and how Ranma�s 
presence had dogged his very existence for years. �More than any man 
should have to suffer.�

�Then that is probably correct. Luckily, this other personality of yours 
seems very passive under most circumstances, although quick to anger, 
from what your friends say.�

The others nodded in agreement, having seen the Hulk�s volatile nature 
on more than one occasion.

�Do you know what triggers your transformation?� Octavius asked.

Ryouga thought about that one. �No, but usually, right before I have my 
blackout, I�m under a stressful situation. Like creatures trying to eat 
me, or being buried alive, or robots attacking me. That sort of thing.�

�I� see,� Octavius said slowly. �Perhaps blood pressure is related to it.�

�He did seem to turn a touch green every time he got angry,� Iron Rose 
nodded.

�Each time his heart rate picked up,� Daredevil confirmed.

�Most likely that is the trigger, then. And once your body transforms, 
your mind does so as well. While your mutation doesn�t seem to have any 
physically debilitating side-effects, you might wish to submit yourself 
to a proper scientific institute so they can give you a more accurate 
prognosis.�

Ryouga shook his head fiercely. �No way! I�m not going to be poked and 
prodded anymore. I�ve had enough. If changing into the Hulk isn�t going 
to kill me, I can deal with it. I�m used to changing into things I don�t 
want to,� Ryouga muttered under his breath.

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Tokyo, Japan: 1945

Kang waited patiently for the ship�s cargo ramp to finish touching down 
on the dock. Moonlight had to serve for illumination. There was too much 
fear that lights would aid in the precision of American bombs. Unlike 
the others, Kang had no fear of the sound of propellers, the whistling 
of tons of explosives cutting through the air and detonating, sending 
fire and shrapnel everywhere. There was no bombing here on this night: 
history had shown that. He had been meticulous in his research. The 
single action he was about to take would do nothing to affect his 
ability to prevent the Tragedy, nor erase his history.

The surrender would be coming soon, once the real bombs dropped. Even 
that knowledge didn�t affect him. Despite being in the Japan of the 
past, he felt no surge of patriotism or sense of loss over what was to 
come. World War II was distant history in his former life, not worth 
even a moment�s consideration. He felt no connection to it, and to be 
honest, he never cared about his country�s ideologies. He was an 
individual, with the wants and needs of a unique being. He lacked the 
pathetic sheep-like mentality of the majority of humanity, attaching 
themselves to another�s cause like an oversized remora. All that 
mattered was saving his love in *his* past, so that he could have a 
future. He�d personally drop the bombs himself to prevent the Tragedy. 
He�d sacrifice anyone, everyone, if it meant saving her.

The Avengers had to die.

And the seeds for their destruction would be planted now. He had checked 
the timeline furiously. Removal of them at the juncture he would travel 
to changed nothing of Kang�s own past. She would live, he would be who 
he was, and all would be well.

Kang was without his helmet and faceplate tonight, though he wore his 
armor under his trenchcoat. He would not go anywhere in the past without 
his chronal devices on his person. Being stranded in the past would ruin 
everything. But the mask had to go. The man standing next to him, 
Tetsuo, wouldn�t trust someone that wasn�t obviously Japanese.

Well, there was one exception: their contact, whom Tetsuo had known 
before the incident which had transformed the other into one of the few 
�super powered beings� Japan had during the war. Of course, he was 
shared with the Germans and Italians too, but that was inevitable, given 
the contributions all had made before Agent Axis� creation. Now he was 
an amalgamate of the best spy from each country, thanks to a freak 
accident. He had the strength, agility, and intelligence of all three, 
and his skills in espionage were unparalleled on the planet. Those 
skills were instrumental in stealing the item Kang needed out from under 
the Nazis� noses. Having three loyalties meant a certain degree of 
realism from Agent Axis. The war was over, and he had no desire to 
become a martyr for a trio of lost causes. And with what Kang had 
offered him, he could hardly refuse.

The man in question came down the loading ramp even as a huge crate was 
lifted up from the ship via crane to be set down on the dock. Compared 
to the gaudy heroes and villains of the future, Agent Axis was mundane. 
He was dressed predominately in grey, with a loose cowl that had eye 
slits, a low brimmed hat, and a grey cape. None knew the face that lay 
underneath that cowl. All the better to be a spy if no one knew what he 
looked like, not even his own masters.

Agent Axis stopped in front of the pair, his eyes fixing on Kang. �You 
have the item you promised?�

�Only if you have the item I need.�

�Oh yes, it is here.� Agent Axis turned, his eyes staring upward at the 
five meter long, three meter wide wooden crate as it was lowered to the 
dock. �I had to sneak it out of the country. Hitler was somewhat 
attached to the idea of using it as a doomsday weapon.�

Suddenly in almost a different voice, Agent Axis began speaking in 
German, �It was an act of betrayal.�

Then in Italian. �Don�t be foolish. Germany was always intended to 
survive after the Fuhrer�s death. The idea it must die with him was 
never part of the cause.�

�Yes, you are correct,� the German voice said with a hint of sadness.

Once more in Japanese, Agent Axis said to Kang and Tetsuo. �Sorry about 
that. Sometimes I�m of three minds on matters. Luckily majority rules, 
and all of us are quite rational.� He handed Kang a small metal box with 
a single button and a mesh, like on a walkie-talkie. �Push that and the 
robot activates. You instruct it what to do through the speaker. That is 
all that is required to use the item. Now, in return for this�.�

Kang handed him a vial with a clear liquid in it. �Drink this and your 
lifespan will be extended three times that of a normal person.� It 
wasn�t a lie. His life span would be tripled. Of course, even if he 
didn�t drink it he�d still live that long, as the authorities found out 
when he was caught by the Avengers in Kang�s pre time-traveling days. 
But since the spy knew it in advance, he could plan accordingly, so Kang 
really was doing him a favor.

Tetsuo finally spoke, anger in his voice. �So you say this Nazi robot 
will avenge our defeat at the Americans� hands?�

Kang turned to him. �Yes. It will assassinate the ruling party of our 
subjugators, and that assassination will lead to the Japanese people 
taking up arms and successfully conquering the world this time.� Now 
that was a blatant lie, but that was the least of Kang�s sins. Let the 
old man die, convinced he would be instrumental in avenging his nation�s 
defeat. As long as Tetsuo Kunou buried the Fourth Sleeper beneath his 
ancestral home, the Avengers deaths would be assured.

Even as Agent Axis quaffed the water and Kunou laughed gleefully over 
his future victories, Kang activated his time travel device to the 
preset coordinates. There was a moment�s disorientation, then the world 
switched while Kang appeared to stand still. Suddenly it was the middle 
of the day, and he stood outside the gates leading to Avenger�s mansion.

He pushed the button and said to the speaker, �Activate and kill 
everyone in the building above you.�

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Fifty meters beneath the earth, entombed in a concrete chamber with no 
way out, surrounded on all sides by tons of earth, the Fourth Sleeper 
activated. It processed its orders and raised its head up toward the 
surface.

It was a doomsday device created in a freak accident by scientists of 
the Third Reich in the waning days of the war. Its method of destruction 
was simple. It had the ability to combust any material known to man. The 
weaponry was concealed in its overly wide head unit, with the faceplate 
being the opening from which the combustion process was directed.

It raised its head toward the surface. It would liquefy all of the rock 
above it nearly instantly, the beam projecting upward, making the 
surface area above it a miniature volcano. It would be unaffected by the 
molten rock, thanks to its other unique ability. But whatever resided 
above would die in a fiery holocaust.

It triggered the connections to activate its combustion function, but 
nothing happened. It repeated the process, and when that failed as well, 
ran an internal diagnostic. It discovered that the triggering mechanism 
and internal generator had both corroded due to age and weak materials.

While its primary offensive device was disabled, that was hardly its 
only weapon. It could still carry out its instructions. It would simply 
require a more direct approach.

xxxxxxxxx

�But your condition should be properly researched. You could represent 
unprecedented inroads on the effects on gamma rays on the human body,� 
Octavius insisted.

�I�m not an inroad. I�m just a normal� why is there a weird 
robot-looking thing floating up through the floor?� Ryouga didn�t like 
robots. He didn�t know why. He just didn�t. In fact they bothered him 
almost as much as Ranma. He didn�t care for hills lately either, and he 
didn�t know the cause of that either. Just that they made him uneasy, no 
matter how serene they might appear.

All eyes turned to the overly large humanoid that moved upward through 
the floor, as though either it or the structure was nothing more than an 
elaborate hologram. It was mostly purple with gold around its arms, 
legs, and face. It stood about ten feet high and eight feet wide, with 
large arms and stubby legs. The most bizarre thing about it was the fact 
that it possessed no neck, its oversized head and face attaching 
themselves directly to the trunk of its body.

Daredevil noted the heartbeats of everyone spike and their attention 
rivet to the center of the room where Ryouga had claimed there was 
something moving through the floor, but even with his radar sense 
Daredevil detected nothing. �It�s an illusion. It�s probably some sort of��

Suddenly it was there, as though it had been invisible to his radar 
sense. He shouted, �No, wait! I was wrong!�

The Fourth Sleeper went into action, designating the armored figure as 
the most potentially dangerous and focusing its initial attack on her. 
It charged across the room, knocking Ryouga and his chair aside as 
though they weighed nothing, sending them hard to the floor, Ryouga 
striking his temple hard enough to make it bleed.

That the newcomer was robotic in nature had attracted Iron Rose�s 
instincts as an engineer, and she had began visually dissecting it, 
rather than focusing on its potential as an immediate threat. She paid 
the price as she was barely able to brace herself for the Fourth 
Sleeper�s charge. It slammed into her with a greater strength than its 
form implied, throwing her into a wall, denting its titanium skin.

As Octavius darted out an exit, Daredevil pulled a billy club out 
extended the cable, wrapping it around the Sleeper�s legs. He tried to 
trip it up by pulling, but its mass was far too large and strength too 
great. Instead it kicked out with a leg, whipping Daredevil around and 
into a wall. He rolled with the blow as much as he could, but 
misestimated its distance, and ended up striking chest first, stunning him.

The Fourth Sleeper was about to continue its attack on the fallen Iron 
Rose when a blast of energy struck it in the face. Sensors far more 
sensitive than the human eye locked onto the Wasp�s tiny form and he 
swung at her.

�No!� Giant Man cried out at seeing the girl of his dreams threatened by 
the mechanical monstrosity.

The Fourth Sleeper turned to face the new threat. It took a step toward 
Giant Man.

Giant Man grew as high as he dared in the room, a mere twelve feet. The 
Sleeper froze in mid-stride for a second.

That was the opening Giant Man needed as he struck it in the chest with 
as much strength as he could muster, knocking the robot back a handful 
of feet, staggering it, though its internal gyroscopes allowed it to 
remain upright.

That was all the time that was needed for the now angry Ryouga to change 
into his emerald alter ego. He rose to his feet, thoroughly enraged. 
�Stupid No-Neck Robot attacked Hulk, just like all robots do. Hulk hates 
robots! Hulk will smash!�

�Not if I get it first!� Iron Rose promised as she raised her hands and 
unleashed a pair of full intensity repuslor rays at the robot.

Rather than impacting against the mechanoid�s armor, the blasts went 
through it just as it had gone through the floor earlier. But they 
didn�t stop there, as the robot had been in a direct line between Iron 
Rose and the Hulk. Both blasts struck the Hulk right in the face, 
hurting even him.

Holding his face, the Hulk turned in fury upon his comrade. �Why did Tin 
Can Girl shoot Hulk?!�

�It was an acc--� She stopped, realizing that the truth might not work 
on her companion. Best to make the explanation simple and something he 
could appreciate. �I mean, the No-Neck Robot tricked me.�

That made sense to the Hulk. Far too many people tried to trick him. 
�Hulk will not let No-Neck Robot trick him. Hulk will smash first!� And 
with that he leapt straight at his foe.

�Wait!� Iron Rose cried out too late as the Hulk also went through the 
immaterial robot and plowed right into his armored comrade, sending her 
into the wall where she hit hard.

�Sorry,� Hulk said, then heard a thumping. Turning, he saw the Fourth 
Sleeper running at him. Rather than becoming angry, the Hulk laughed and 
stood his ground. �Stupid No-Neck Robot thinks Hulk will fall for the 
same trick twice.�

The Fourth Sleeper ran full tilt into the Hulk, driving him, backward. 
Iron Rose, who was trying to get to her feet, held up her hands and 
instinctively activated her electrical ribbon system. It proved to be 
the worst thing possible as wires shot out from her gauntlets, wrapping 
themselves around the airborne Hulk and electrocuting him.

The force of the blow sent the Hulk flying through the air, taking Iron 
Rose with him. Again the wall was hit in the exact same spot it had two 
other times. The third impact was more than even the wall could take, 
and the electrocuted behemoth was driven through it, Iron Rose whipped 
through the air along by her ribbons.

Before the robot could press its advantage it was struck in the face 
again by Wasp�s blast. She barely flew out of the way of his huge 
grasping hand.

�Keep away from her!� Giant Man shouted, punching at the robot again.

The fist went through it, leaving Giant Man off balance. Once no part of 
the large man was inside the intangible robot, the Fourth Sleeper 
solidified, striking Giant Man�s ribs. He bruised three of them and sent 
the towering figure to the floor. Giant Man clutched at them in pain.

The Fourth Sleeper took a couple of steps toward him when Giant Man 
shrank, hoping the pain might ease some if he was smaller. Again the 
robot froze in mid-stride for a full second. After the second passed, it 
walked toward Giant Man again.

Something clicked in Giant Man�s mind. He shot up to a height of twelve 
feet again. The mechanoid froze, seeming to stare right at him.

Giant Man punched the motionless form. The Fourth Sleeper recoiled from 
the blow.

�Wasp shoot him, then grow!�

Wasp did as she was instructed. The robot lunged at her, but she grew 
before he could wrap a hand around her. He froze, statue still.

Wasp unleashed a full size blast at him, scorching the armor around the 
face once more. She was denting the head, but not much else.

Just as the Fourth Sleeper began to move Giant Man shouted, �Over here!� 
and shrunk. The robot froze, so the hero grew and kicked the robot, 
knocking him over.

�I knew it! Something about our size changing makes him �think� things 
over, and none too quickly. If we keep changing size right after we 
attack, we should be okay.�

Testing the theory, Wasp shrunk and blasted the robot in the same place 
again, slowly wearing away the armor. Then grew and did the same. Giant 
Man repeated the gesture as well.

By that time the robot was motionless, save for how it was thrown around 
by the combined assault of the two heroes. While its Nazi creators 
programmed it to deal with many things, size-changing targets was not 
one of them. It lacked adaptive processes necessary to �learn� from its 
experience of something so far out of its parameters. It felt no 
frustration at its inability to quickly process data on the targets. It 
felt nothing. It simply attempted to follow its programming to the best 
of its abilities.

And then the Hulk emerged from the hole in the wall. Angry, but 
perplexed. �Hulk doesn�t know if he should hit No-Neck Robot or not!�

�Hit him while he�s confused!� Wasp called out.

That was good enough for the Hulk. He ran over to the motionless robot 
and hit him as hard as he could. Metal buckled from the force of Hulk�s 
fist to its torso.

�Now Hulk can smash!� He brought another down on the Fourth Sleeper�s 
back, caving it in.

�That�s it, Hulk! Knock his block off!� Wasp cried out.

The Hulk did so, the fist catching the robot in the head, bouncing it 
around the room like a giant pulverized racquetball made of metal.

Sparks flew from open rents in the body of the robot as it smoldered for 
a second before collapsing in a heap.

Iron Rose finally returned to the room, looking very much the worse for 
wear. She walked over to the pile of scrap and nudged it with an armored 
boot. �Well, that was interesting. I�ll take him apart and see if I can 
figure out his origins. Then we can give whoever sent this welcome card 
a proper greeting.�

The Hulk said, �Hulk will help take robot apart. Hulk is good at it.�

�So I see,� Iron Rose said, staring at the headless automaton.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Kang waited patiently outside. The sounds of battle ended, but when he 
ordered the robot to come outside, static was the only response. When he 
saw the Iron Rose fly off with what was obviously the shattered remains 
of the Fourth Sleeper, he teleported away to the Citadel of Time.

Kang screamed in rage for an eternity that literally only lasted a second.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

[End Chapter]


The Doctor Octopus reference is from Avenging�s sister series, 
Defending. Hayato Myojin followed up on his thoughts.


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