Marvel: A Symbiotic Life

With Max,

Max looked at Emma, she was his last target. He could go home after that, all in all this was a productive day. He helped the Avengers with the escape, found himself a certified doctor to do his research and killed his targets—it was a productive day indeed.

Looking at the fear driven woman, he found himself taking a deep breath to clear his thoughts. With a normal Adamantium sword in one hand, he held it up in the air, to finish the job.

There was a reason as to why he wasn't using his Godkiller or Grass-Cutter swords. They were weapons that were built to deal with immortal souls—as how Gorgon's memories described it.

He didn't know what that meant, but he was humane enough not to kill a normal human with it.

But what Max didn't know was that there was more to the Godkiller sword than he knew. Though, he would find it out soon.

Holding his sword up he positioned himself. He was half sure that cutting her in her diamond form could kill her. But he had to try, with a downward movement, he slashed, or at least tried to.

The girl had long since accepted her fate and closed her eyes. Yet the slash never came, Max and Emma were both surprised by the outcome.

Looking up, Max saw a flaming chain wrapped around his sword to his hand, limiting it's movements. Glancing back, he saw a flaming skull, wearing a leather jacket with a cornered inverted 'U' on it.

'What the hell is the Ghost Rider doing here. And why didn't my surveillance system pick him up.' Max asked himself. What Max didn't know was that a certain sniper had figured out things and had taken onto herself to disable Max's security system. He was sitting ducks now.

The Ghost Rider stood in front of Emma guarding him from the monstrosity as Emma liked to describe him.

Max's eyes twitched at the damsel in distress situation, except he was the villain here. 'Judging by his skull and jacket it wasn't Johnny Blaze Ghost Rider,—that's a relief.' He wasn't going to fight a Fallen Angel host. But then again fighting a satanic worshiper's host wasn't the best deal either, then again it all depended on what his origin story was. He hoped it was similar to Marvel comics, not the TV shows. Max needed to be careful with the Hell-Fire Ghost Rider produced. Even though he didn't get burned on his hand, he knew the flames were going to be a problem.

Max got up, as he dusted of himself, looking at the Ghost Rider, "Eh… I think you mistook the whole situation. I am the GOOD Guy here."

Max thought that he saw the Flaming Skull frown. It didn't look like a human skull, more like a skull shaped helmet that caught fire. "And how do you explain almost a hundred dead bodies?" He said crossing his arms, his chains burning on the side of his belt.

Max opened his mouth to argue, but couldn't, he had a point there. "Well, this is getting nowhere." He then pointed at a freshly killed body. "You see these aren't the greatest and most productive part of society. So in a way I cleansed it. And just a quick quiz… if you will."

"Please, do." The Ghost Rider said, spinning his chain in air, ready to attack. He wasn't convinced. Max needed to work on his people skills more.

Max tried not to roll his eyes at the situation. "How did you get your powers exactly… I mean comic origin is a little messed up." He mumbled the last part.

"What?!"

"Ah nothing, by the way Robbie Reyes. You should just leave this place, I haven't taken a single Innocent life… you should have known… Oh so you are Eli Morrow's host, that's you couldn't make the diffirence." The Ghost Rider stopped at his last sentence. "Good to know… I will be just on my way after killing the pretty lady." Max said as he started to walk casually towards them. Unlike humans Max didn't need to tense up his body to fight.

On the other hand, the new Ghost Rider was shell shocked. The guy knows him, he had to be careful. Then it happened. He started to feel a headache, fire was getting out of his control, as if someone was trying to control him.

"Eli Morrow, stop it!" He barked, "Stop, trying to control me." He said, growling, holding his head.

'Except It's not me.' The satanic-worshiper mussed. 'It's the pretty girl… You know, the man is right… you are fighting on the wrong side.'

Looking behind, The Ghost Rider saw the white dressed girl holding two figures to her head, as if concentrating. She looked like a normal human, she had a wound on her left shoulder from where she was bleeding.

Emma had long since deactivated her diamond form, now she was using her other dormant power.

Emma Frost was a powerful telepath, with simple gestures, she could rewrite memories, and personalities. Arguably she was better than the Phoenix's host. Trying hard to break the mental barriers of the Ghost Rider, she started bleeding from her ears, nose and literally bleed tears. Taking control over a Ghost Rider was not an easy matter, and she suffered the consequences.

It was quite hard to take control of the Ghost Rider's mind, and she needed to act fast. So she gave a single command and that was to protect her and attack the assassin.

Then it clicked, Robbie Reyes wanted to attack the guy. With Hell-Fire out of his control, he gave a glass shattering scream as fire spread out-wards, almost engulfing the whole restaurant.

"Oh, boy this isn't looking good." Max said he took a glance at the girl, he knew she was the reason for that. But it happened so fast that he wasn't able to stop him. He was going to follow the girl when he saw a flaming chain coming his way.

With a sigh, he slashed his sword up, deflecting the flaming weapon. This was going to be a problem. "Here we go again." Max said half smiling due to the challenge. He readied himself, looking at it, Emma was trying to make a run for it. "Oh, no you don't." In a hurry Max shot several organic-web grenades at them. These were built to deal with super-powered individuals.

The Ghost Rider tried to stop them, but they were far too many, as some of them bounced on the wall and ceiling trapping the woman. Emma had already transformed back to her diamond form, and she tried to set herself free from the webs, only to fail miserably.

"Emma catch." Max shouted, grinning as he shot a projectile with inhumane speed. Flaming chains tried to stop it, only to fail. The projectile landed near Emma's right side, amputating her hand from elbow down. She screamed due to shock and horror, she didn't feel pain but losing one's limb was a mental distress all together.

Emma glared at Max with anger and spite, if looks could kill Max would already be dead. The projectile that Max shot was the newly made Adamantium sword; he could have shot organic-vibranium projectiles like his fellow symbiote Riot. But making them was time consuming and Max needed them to fight off the flaming skull that was charging headfirst chains-blazing at him.

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