Marvel: A Symbiotic Life

"I hope you regenerate." Max mumbled, as he shifted his weight to his front leg, half-crouching. Looking at the numb-flaming-skull one last time, he dashed forward, channeling energy to his Godkiller sword as he deflected the incoming chains. Every time he striked with his sword he felt something different from it, something had changed about the sword after killing Azazel.

Seeing Max up close, the Ghost Rider swung his chains at him, trying to cut the Symbiotic Man in half.

Max lowered his upper body to the point it wasn't humanly possible just enough to dodge the flaming chains before landing a blow on the Ghost Rider's abdomen with his left fist. The flaming man shot like a cannonball going through several walls.

Glancing sideways Max saw Emma, he needed to finish the job. She was just a couple of feet away from him. Closing his eyes for a second he opened them, his eyes were now white and pupil-less.

He sighed, nothing happened. Just like he expected, in her diamond form, she was immune to 'Statue-perception' (Gorgon's eyes that can turn living beings to statue).

Emma on the other hand was angry and afraid, she was still struggling to get out of the webs with her only hand. It was a futile effort, this was made with Peter's help, enough to hold a ship together even Max had to make an effort to break them.

'I am right then… Killing her in her diamond form will be impossible. I can trick her to come out, but...' Max thought process was interrupted. 'Ah… Me and my bad luck.' He countered the chain with his sword, tossing the flaming chain aside.

Max was a little hesitant about using his swords against the Ghost Rider. He at first didn't believe Gorgon's memories of the swords, but after killing the Red-demon with it, he knew there was more to it than he knew. As in every time he swag his Godkiller sword Max could hear a faint scream coming out of it. And god that was creepy.

Looking at the said God Killer he sighed. 'I hope the Red Prick is permanently dead. He should be… But then again it's the Marvel Universe we are talking about. Nobody stays dead permanently here.' That was the reason why Max didn't show his face to Azazel before killing him. Who knows it may save his sorry a.s.s later down the line.

But what Max didn't know was that the swords were more effective than it looked.

A flaming car broke through walls and pillars with impressive speed. Max sighed a relief, he almost forgot that the Ghost Rider could control his vehicle. The flaming skull in question had also joined the car, freeing Emma.

The white dress wearing female took her separated limb and started running.

"I know where you live Emma, you can't escape me." Max said with a high pitched wicked voice, smiling, he always wanted to say that. He also wanted to finish it with a villainous laugh, but that would have been too much. In a way, playing a villain wasn't all bad.

But first Max needed to take care of the Flaming Skull, launching himself from the ceiling, he bolted towards the Ghost Rider, this time both swords in hand.

With a loud clank the shining swords met—flaming chains, as wisps of fire and sparks danced in the air. Not waiting for the next move, Max produced a sharp tendril from his lower back, thrusting it into the Ghost Rider's abdomen.

The Ghost Rider took several steps back, trying not to lose balance. Yet it was all for none, when he was kicked in the skull, making him spin and fly several meters away.

Max wanted to finish him, then and now Charging forward he produced several Adamantium chains that he made when he started to fight. The chain was very thick, it would be enough to imprison the Guy.

But when Max was about to cuff him up with the chains, the Ghost Rider's body exploded with Hell-Fire.

Max spider-sense screamed to get out of there, but it was all too late. He was sent flying, the whole restaurant was destroyed in flames, glass shattered, tables and walls burned and broken. It was a mess scorched in black. As debris and dust filled the air, one could see the flames of the Ghost Rider from the nearby buildings. Even people from the other buildings were clearing it, trying to hide from the unknown.

Pain and suffering was all Max felt for several hours, yet a minute was about to pass in the real word. When Max could see again he saw the wreckage and was horrified. The Ghost Rider was flinging his chains all around destroying nearby buildings. Luckily the area was cleared long ago due to the shooting. But this was property damage to the highest level. And it wasn't a good thing that there was a ten story apartment building nearby, there could be people living there. Even if it was empty, a building that size crashing down could lead to much more damage than normal.

Max needed to stop him, he g.r.o.a.n.e.d internally when he tried to take shape. He was still in pain. He needed a host or a food source or energy that he could use. Looking around he saw most of the bodies were burnt to crisp.

But this would do, spreading symbiotic webs around, he latched onto the dead bodies, nearby. Pulling them, he started to morph, he could barely go into his human form. But he would have to do it.

Walking with heavy steps, he walked, jogged and then sprinted his way towards the Ghost Rider. He needed to stop him, if his rampage went to a populated area. Many people would lose lives.

Max found one of his swords, pulling it out of the ground as he ran. With Grass-Cutter in one hand he sprinted forward. He didn't know where the other sword was, but he somehow felt connected to it… so it was nearby.

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