Prologue: The Breakout
The dark figure moved quickly, careful to keep hidden from the surveillance cameras.
It was dressed in black robes, obscuring its face and features. Carefully, it navigated its way through the tall shrubs, keeping out of sight.
Tonight is the night, it thought menacingly as it ducked low behind a dirigible mận tree.
Tonight he would finally have revenge, sweet revenge against the blasted Culturians. Revenge against the blasted protagonists who bathed in victory and revenge against those who imprisoned the defeated.
It had only two things on it's mind: revenge and dominance.
The Dungeon of the Antagonists was where the souls of defeated Antagonists went after death. Inside the Dungeon, they were reduced to a petty form, weak and powerless. They say the walls were crafted bởi the Dementers.
The figure snorted, as if the Dementers served the University.
As he neared closer to the East Wing, the figure took out a small pane of black glass from his pocket. A clever little disguise for one of the key items in his plan.
The figure ran one of his thin, boney fingers down the screen and it flickered to life.
He typed in a few commands and immediately all the security cameras in the East, West and Dungeon Wings were fed a continuous loop. I'm a genius, he thought to himself as he stood straight up and dashed to the left brick wall, even Foaly would be put to shame.
The figure had heard rumors of secret passageways to the Dungeon but never had tried them himself. He carefully brushed his fingers against the bricks, looking, looking, looking...
"Ah ha!" he muttered triumphantly.
The fifteenth brick was raised higher than the others. He pressed his finger against it and held back a yelp of joy as the bricks began to di chuyển like Lego blocks to reveal a small door the size of a Hobbit hole.
The Dungeon was dark and damp, the fluorescent lights hanging low. Lining the walls were tall panes of purple glass, each with a small steel square in the middle.
Probably a security lock, thought the figure, but not for long...
BEEP!
Immediately as the figure's foot came in contact with the Dungeon ground, a holographic screen popped to life in its face.
"Identification please," a cool female voice, the figure realized to be the Head Culturian, chimed.
"D'Arvit," the figure absently swore and pulled out its little black pane of glass again.
Within two giây and several commands, the holographic screen was gone and the figure had free rein of this side of the Dungeon.
The figure literally shook in excitement. A mass breakout from the Dungeon of Antagonists, they would have no choice to initiate the Avengers and thus leave them to the mercy of their nemeses.
Casting a quick Invisibility cloud, courtesy of Egyptian magic, the figure began moving among the cells. As he walked he would sometimes get hints and bits of what they were saying behind the almost sound proof panes.
"I will have revenge for the destruction of my One Ring, bạn will burn to crisp..."
"I'll have your soul Batman, oh I will..."
"Mark my words Snow White, I will have my revenge! I will feast on your delicate flesh when I return and watch the scream escape your perfect lips! Mark my words..."
"My middle name is torture! Do bạn hear that Molly Weasley? I'll carve your soul like I carved lil' Fweddie's!"
There were some things the figure wish he didn't hear in the first place.
When he neared Cell XX89V the figure was quivering in fear and enthusiasm. He looked at the name plate on the side, scrutinizing every detail.
LORD VOLDEMORT aka TOM M. RIDDLE- WIZARD
Defeated bởi HARRY J. POTTER
Universe: HARRY POTTER
Minions: DEATH EATERS AND DEMENTERS
State: POWERLESS
The figure's hands were shaking when he pulled out his black hacking device. He typed in a few commands and held it at the cell door to scan.
There was one beep, two beeps, three and...
"BAM!"
The cell door chẻ, phân chia, split in half and shards of purple glass attacked the figure. Thank Gandalf, he thought, I had disabled the alarm system hoặc else someone might've picked up my scream.
As he picked shards out of his robe, the air around him suddenly dropped several degrees. With a maniacal grin, the figure looked up to see a robed man emerging from the broken hole in the glass pane.
"M-my Lord," the figure bowed down deeply.
The robed man looked at him coldly and cast his eye around the destruction.
"Free. At last," the man paused to inspect himself, "But how?"
The figure looked up at Lord Voldemort. He was the king of villains! A legend where he came from and a true one at that. He had chẻ, phân chia, split his soul seven times and lived! Only to be defeated bởi a stupid boy wizard but nevertheless a legend.
"My lord, I shall explain everything later but now I must free your comrades," the figure slowly stood as Voldemort cast him one of many cold looks.
"I operate alone, Muggle," Voldemort said, his finger twitching towards where his wand used to be.
The figure ignored him (a dangerous mistake if Voldemort had had powers. Fortunately he was powerless at the moment) and went back to work. In a matter of ten phút the figure found himself standing in the middle of a vòng tròn with eleven towering figures (a coven included) with shards of purple glass everywhere.
The figure could barely conceal his excitement as they Apparated out of the Dungeons to a classified location where they would start the first stage of his master plan.
They will never know what hit them, he thought, seven of the worst villains to exist in this universe... united! I will have this universe in a week! PopCultureVerse will burn to ashes...
With a final cackling laugh, the figure turned to the seven villains and đã đưa ý kiến one sentence that he knew would unite them all:
"Now who wants revenge?"
The dark figure moved quickly, careful to keep hidden from the surveillance cameras.
It was dressed in black robes, obscuring its face and features. Carefully, it navigated its way through the tall shrubs, keeping out of sight.
Tonight is the night, it thought menacingly as it ducked low behind a dirigible mận tree.
Tonight he would finally have revenge, sweet revenge against the blasted Culturians. Revenge against the blasted protagonists who bathed in victory and revenge against those who imprisoned the defeated.
It had only two things on it's mind: revenge and dominance.
The Dungeon of the Antagonists was where the souls of defeated Antagonists went after death. Inside the Dungeon, they were reduced to a petty form, weak and powerless. They say the walls were crafted bởi the Dementers.
The figure snorted, as if the Dementers served the University.
As he neared closer to the East Wing, the figure took out a small pane of black glass from his pocket. A clever little disguise for one of the key items in his plan.
The figure ran one of his thin, boney fingers down the screen and it flickered to life.
He typed in a few commands and immediately all the security cameras in the East, West and Dungeon Wings were fed a continuous loop. I'm a genius, he thought to himself as he stood straight up and dashed to the left brick wall, even Foaly would be put to shame.
The figure had heard rumors of secret passageways to the Dungeon but never had tried them himself. He carefully brushed his fingers against the bricks, looking, looking, looking...
"Ah ha!" he muttered triumphantly.
The fifteenth brick was raised higher than the others. He pressed his finger against it and held back a yelp of joy as the bricks began to di chuyển like Lego blocks to reveal a small door the size of a Hobbit hole.
The Dungeon was dark and damp, the fluorescent lights hanging low. Lining the walls were tall panes of purple glass, each with a small steel square in the middle.
Probably a security lock, thought the figure, but not for long...
BEEP!
Immediately as the figure's foot came in contact with the Dungeon ground, a holographic screen popped to life in its face.
"Identification please," a cool female voice, the figure realized to be the Head Culturian, chimed.
"D'Arvit," the figure absently swore and pulled out its little black pane of glass again.
Within two giây and several commands, the holographic screen was gone and the figure had free rein of this side of the Dungeon.
The figure literally shook in excitement. A mass breakout from the Dungeon of Antagonists, they would have no choice to initiate the Avengers and thus leave them to the mercy of their nemeses.
Casting a quick Invisibility cloud, courtesy of Egyptian magic, the figure began moving among the cells. As he walked he would sometimes get hints and bits of what they were saying behind the almost sound proof panes.
"I will have revenge for the destruction of my One Ring, bạn will burn to crisp..."
"I'll have your soul Batman, oh I will..."
"Mark my words Snow White, I will have my revenge! I will feast on your delicate flesh when I return and watch the scream escape your perfect lips! Mark my words..."
"My middle name is torture! Do bạn hear that Molly Weasley? I'll carve your soul like I carved lil' Fweddie's!"
There were some things the figure wish he didn't hear in the first place.
When he neared Cell XX89V the figure was quivering in fear and enthusiasm. He looked at the name plate on the side, scrutinizing every detail.
LORD VOLDEMORT aka TOM M. RIDDLE- WIZARD
Defeated bởi HARRY J. POTTER
Universe: HARRY POTTER
Minions: DEATH EATERS AND DEMENTERS
State: POWERLESS
The figure's hands were shaking when he pulled out his black hacking device. He typed in a few commands and held it at the cell door to scan.
There was one beep, two beeps, three and...
"BAM!"
The cell door chẻ, phân chia, split in half and shards of purple glass attacked the figure. Thank Gandalf, he thought, I had disabled the alarm system hoặc else someone might've picked up my scream.
As he picked shards out of his robe, the air around him suddenly dropped several degrees. With a maniacal grin, the figure looked up to see a robed man emerging from the broken hole in the glass pane.
"M-my Lord," the figure bowed down deeply.
The robed man looked at him coldly and cast his eye around the destruction.
"Free. At last," the man paused to inspect himself, "But how?"
The figure looked up at Lord Voldemort. He was the king of villains! A legend where he came from and a true one at that. He had chẻ, phân chia, split his soul seven times and lived! Only to be defeated bởi a stupid boy wizard but nevertheless a legend.
"My lord, I shall explain everything later but now I must free your comrades," the figure slowly stood as Voldemort cast him one of many cold looks.
"I operate alone, Muggle," Voldemort said, his finger twitching towards where his wand used to be.
The figure ignored him (a dangerous mistake if Voldemort had had powers. Fortunately he was powerless at the moment) and went back to work. In a matter of ten phút the figure found himself standing in the middle of a vòng tròn with eleven towering figures (a coven included) with shards of purple glass everywhere.
The figure could barely conceal his excitement as they Apparated out of the Dungeons to a classified location where they would start the first stage of his master plan.
They will never know what hit them, he thought, seven of the worst villains to exist in this universe... united! I will have this universe in a week! PopCultureVerse will burn to ashes...
With a final cackling laugh, the figure turned to the seven villains and đã đưa ý kiến one sentence that he knew would unite them all:
"Now who wants revenge?"
The creeking silence of age echos through the streets.
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
hoặc maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied bởi the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
hoặc maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied bởi the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?
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