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Mortuus Orbis	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, characters, or anything else from the settings in this collection. These include Street Fighter, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Kill La Kill, and others. I made no money from this work.

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Carol Marcus came back to consciousness slowly, like she was surfacing from deep underwater. As she became more fully aware of her body, she realized that her jaw ached, and her throat felt raw. She opened her eyes, blinking and squinting at the harsh light above her.
What...where am I?
Her limbs weren’t responding, at least not immediately, so she turned her head to the side, seeing metal shelving units filling a concrete space.
“Wha—” she croaked, before coughing weakly as her aching throat rejected her attempt at speaking. Trying to focus on just breathing, she awkwardly pushed up onto her elbows, scanning the room. There was the shelving, medical supplies, the lighting fixtures overhead and…
Carol stared for a moment at the long object lying across her legs, tracing it back to the motionless bulk on the floor, its thick tentacles completely still now. She continued to stare, her breathing speeding up as the fog in her mind burned away, as the memories came rushing back and terror followed them.
Reflexively, Carol tried to move away from the creature. The rational part of her insisted that it was dead, but the animal side didn’t care, the memory of her oral violation still so powerful that she needed not to have that thing touching her. She was having trouble moving, not because of her limbs but because of something else, but in her state of near-panic she hadn’t yet noticed it.
Finally, back against the wall, she started to calm down, confirming after a time that the creature was not only motionless, but almost certainly dead. Her heartbeat slowing, she tried to think about what had happened, the new horror of disease entering her mind.
Carol knew she had to get back to the medical bay. Dr. Báthory would need to perform some tests. She would have to find out if this thing had been carrying anything contagious, and if so…
Her thoughts of disease led her to try to check herself for visible symptoms of infection, at which point she noticed what had been slowing her down, and a cry of anguish and horror escaped her. Her midsection was hideously bloated, as though she were in her third trimester, her distended belly stretching the slime-soaked blue fabric of her uniform almost to the point of tearing.
She needed to get to medical. They had to do something, they had to try and get it out of her!
Rolling over, she pushed up onto her knees and then, with immense effort, stood up. It was difficult to walk with her center of balance shifted so far forwards, and Carol found herself needing to support her aching midsection with one hand and cling to the shelves as she hobbled towards the door.
A few meters away from the exit, Carol felt her gorge rise, and she shook horribly at the intense, squirming sensation in her gut. Mustering what little strength she had left, she tried to keep moving, and made it a few more steps before the squirming came again, and then there was a great pressure in her stomach, a pressure which became a sudden stabbing agony. Her knees buckled and she collapsed, dropping to her knees and then falling to the ground completely.
The pressure and the awful shifting inside her continued, intensifying, she felt something inside her tear and she cried out in pain. It wouldn’t help, but instinctively she cradled her swollen belly, which was why she actually felt with her hands when the thing inside her flexed, pushing against the confines of its fleshy prison. She could actually hear it moving around, squelching and gurgling noises issuing from her insides as the thing shoved her organs around. Her stomach expanded, and this time she actually screamed, twisting and rolling onto her back.
There was another spasm, and another, and Carol clawed at her uniform, struggling to pull the fabric over the shape of her swollen gut, until she gave up and tore it open, baring her stomach. Her once toned, flat belly was already distended, and as she watched in horror as something, a mix of angled joints and curved shapes, pressed outward harder and harder. The skin it pressed against strained and stretched, turning red, then dark purple as capillaries burst and tissue ripped apart.
Carol was beyond screaming now, reduced to just twitching and bucking in place as the agony from her stomach consumed her, as the monstrous form inside forced itself out, as the stretched and abused skin of her abdomen finally tore, giving way with a horrible wet ripping, blood splattering out in all directions, droplets of it landing on her face. Tears slipped from her eyes, mingling with the blood.
Her vision was going, but she could still see something emerging from her, sloughing off a film of bloody, shredded tissue, something black and thin with a long pointed head, looking nearly human in the way it carried itself yet still horribly other. As the darkness rushed in to swallow her, the last thing Carol Marcus saw was the creature turning its long head to the side as though listening out for anyone who might have heard, almost thoughtful in its motions.
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Báthory Mengele sat with her feet up on her desk, notebook open as she jotted down some hypotheses to test concerning the inhabitants of this strange, dead world. Given her observations concerning the zombie they had brought in the previous day, she found herself exceedingly curious about the nature of the outside intelligence manipulating the corpses. Could it be some sort of group mind, shared between the undead, or was there a singular telepathic intelligence driving them? Moreover, could there be a way to disrupt the control?
It wasn’t the most pressing concern, but as her assistant had apparently seen fit to disappear, there wasn’t much else to do. Báthory took a moment to look over to the prone form of the Sorceress, lying on an emergency medical cot on the other side of the room. The woman was pale from the blood she’d lost, but the EKG attached to her beeped steadily (if feebly) with her pulse, and the doctor could see her breathing as her chest rose and fell.
Báthory suppressed a chuckle at that. That was a chest difficult not to notice, the woman’s breasts were so large on her frame that it was downright comical. It was even funnier now, given how lopsided she looked.
Oh well, Báthory thought. Maybe there’s a spell to fix that. Magic was something others might not have been prepared to accept, but where the doctor had come from it was part of life, a power her superiors in the Gegengeist Gruppe had been eager to seek out and employ for the good of the Fatherland. Of course, she couldn’t exactly share that with the others, especially not with der Juden currently running things, but that would sort itself out in time. Eventually, the natural order would reestablish itself. If it took too long, Báthory could always give things a bit of help...
In the meantime, Báthory had to take measures to keep her position secure, which was part of why she had made herself so indispensable, ensuring that her scientific knowledge could be put to use analyzing the creatures of the city and treating any wounds the other survivors came back with.
She recalled reading about the idea of an antibacterial substance produced by mold years ago, but it had still been a surprise to discover the stash of the little glass bottles in the storage room when she had first found this curious facility. That hadn't been the only thing she'd found in this place either; a massive library of books and movies held on some strange kind of miniaturised film reel. She had only perused the most pertinent and interesting of the material there, but still she wondered what other knowledge she could gain from it.
Once the others had arrived (and Elizabeth, sensing opportunity, had let them in) she had been quick to discreetly hide the antibiotics, concerned that they might not find her as indispensable as she wanted, were these wonder drugs ready to be used instead. Moreover, she had gone to great pains to ensure that none of them learned of the library. The less they knew about how to take care of themselves, the more important she would remain.
Of course, that could change depending on what Isabeau and her group bring back from their little supply run to the hospital, she thought. Maybe it was time for a few of the more irksome members of their community to have a few accidents…
That bridge will have to be crossed when we get to it. Speaking of supply runs, where was her assistant? Marcus might not be “that kind of doctor”, but Báthory had assumed she was competent enough to bring back a box.
Pushing back from her desk, she stood up and turned to head for the door, prepared to drag the little British girl back by her ear if she had to.
She made it two steps towards the door before she became aware of a strange noise. It was soft; furtive, a sort of rasping coming from above and behind her. Cocking her head, Báthory turned around and to see what it was.
On the right side of the room, there was an opening in the low ceiling, a metal grate covering the ventilation shaft, which stretched up and away into darkness.
A hand was reaching out of the darkness, long, spidery fingers dragging tentatively across the grating. The hand trailed across the metal once more, and then the long, thin fingers slipped down through the holes in the grating and curled back, the hand closing into a fist and beginning to pull.
Báthory’s eyes widened as the metal of the grate actually began to give, bending up into the ventilation shaft with a series of audible pops. A second later, the grating tore free of its mounting and the hand released it, the warped metal falling into the room and landing with a clang.
She could try to run for the door, but Báthory knew that if she did, the creature would likely catch up to her before she could close it into the medical area. Instead, she bolted back into the operating theater and took cover behind the table, trying to stay out of the creature’s line of sight as it reappeared, a thin arm reaching out to grasp the edge of the vent shaft, and then another, and then the rest of the creature came into view.
It was bizarre, utterly unlike anything Báthory had seen in this place so far. The organism was humanoid and jet black in color, encased in what looked like a hard exoskeleton, its texture sometimes smooth and sometimes oddly ribbed. The exoskeleton was somewhat reflective, glistening under the lights like oil. Its head was perhaps the most drastically inhuman thing about it, smooth and swept back, tapering to point at the rear, with no sign of eyes or nostrils at the front, only the line of its closed lips.
Báthory struggled to understand where it had come from. Was this shelter so completely useless that a third monster had come in from outside… or had it been here for some time? She remembered the thing that had torn itself free of Tania’s womb and escaped before she could capture it. If this was that same creature, it had undergone quite the metamorphosis since last she had seen it.
The thing dropped from the vent and landed on the floor, a long, segmented tail sweeping through the air behind it as it rose to a standing position, around two meters tall, and its head moved slowly back and forth, its eyeless gaze scanning the room until it caught sight of the Sorceress. The barbed tip of the creature’s tail flicked back and forth slightly like that of an interested cat, and its lips peeled back into a monstrous grin, needle teeth parting slightly as it released a soft hiss.
There was something caught in the teeth, Báthory realized, a scrap of blue fabric stained with red. She had definitely seen it before, but it still took a moment before she recognized it as a piece of Carol Marcus’s blue uniform.
Well, the doctor thought with a sort of dark amusement, that explains why she hasn’t come back. The creature began advancing toward the Sorceress, and Báthory weighed her options. She could save her patient, standing up and drawing the beast’s attention. The effort would be potentially fatal for Báthory, depending on how fast the creature was, but it could save the Sorceress’s life.
On the other hand, she was much more interested in the fact that she had yet to watch this organism feed. Given its bizarre appearance, it would be interesting to see what that looked like. More than that, just watching the creature was incredible. It was a thing of monstrous beauty, stealthy and powerful, and with a certain elegance to its movements. As the creature approached the Sorceress, Báthory decided she had to see this.
The new monster reached the medical cot, leaning over it. Its looming form cast a long shadow over the Sorceress, but it was only when droplets of its saliva began falling on her face that the woman stirred. Her eyes opened slightly, wearily, and then shot wide open at the monstrous visage less than an arm's length from her. The EKG, still attached to her, began beeping more rapidly.
Still weak from blood loss and trauma, the Sorceress began trying to crawl back along the bed, feebly trying to escape. Báthory thought it unlikely that she would get very far, but that was immaterial, as the creature’s long arms flashed out and seized the woman by the shoulders, a display of speed far exceeding anything it had done so far. Pinning her down, the monster leaned in very close, more saliva dripping down onto the Sorceress’s terrified face as the thing’s jaws opened very wide.
The Sorceress screamed once, and then there was a wet crunch as the creature struck with incredible speed, and the frantically beeping EKG flatlined.
Pharyngeal jaws, Báthory thought. Magnificent. The monster hesitated, seeming to find the electronic whine of the EKG irritating, and its tail whipped forward over its head, the barb at the end punching into the electronic device and silencing it in a shower of sparks. With the annoying noise silenced, it set to work on what remained of the Sorceress, tearing apart the woman's corpse before her blood was even cold and shoving the bits into its jaws. Muscles, organs, it even snapped apart her bones and ate them too. Báthory began to wonder how the sheer volume of flesh the creature was consuming managed to fit inside its slender body.
By the time it was done, there was hardly anything left of the spellcaster save for a gory stain on the medical cot, tatters of her long brown hair covering the floor or sticking to the bloody cot, the shredded remnants of her clothing, and several of her teeth scattered around. Báthory stayed where she was, not emerging from behind the operating table as it finished and began to climb back up to the vent, only to find itself unable to fit back into the opening.
It couldn’t fit, she realized, because it was bigger. That was how it had been able to fit all of its meal, it was metabolizing its food so quickly that it was actually growing before her eyes. Its black carapace seemed to be turning a greyish colour, and as she watched it began scratching at itself with its bloody claws.
Its exoskeleton crumbled and peeled away, and Báthory realised it was moulting, shedding its outer shell like a lobster or an insect. As it dropped back to the floor and scratched at itself in earnest, discarding its old carapace to reveal shiny new exoskeleton already hardening beneath it, she noticed that it had grown taller and small projections, like vertebrae, were becoming more and more prominent along the length of its tail. The barb at the end seemed to be growing too, transforming into a longer blade.
Emitting a short, annoyed hiss at its inability to return to the vents, the creature approached the door. This would be a true test of its problem solving capacity, since the doors inside the bunker could not simply be pushed open. How would it deal with this new obstacle?
It attempted to push the barrier out of its way, and when that proved futile, it set about examining the door, tracing the surface with its fingers as it had the grate over the vent. It felt along the door’s upper surface, and then crouched down, dragging its long, clawed fingers along the seam where the door met the seal in the hard concrete floor, moving methodically until it found something irregular.
The manual override handle.
The thing tilted its head for a moment, then took hold of the lever and pulled, an audible *chunk* sounding as the hydraulics that moved the door released. Still holding the lever, the creature pulled up, and the door came away from the floor just a little. Taking advantage of the opening, the creature slid its fingers under the door and lifted the door straight up and out of the way as though the slab of solid steel weighed nothing at all. Before the barrier could fall back into place, it darted under it, its long tail clearing the doorway just in time to avoid getting caught.
For a moment, Báthory delayed, staying where she was, processing the display of intelligence she had just witnessed. The moment passed however, and she made her way to the door, waiting just long enough before turning the switch and opening it. She didn’t want it to catch her, but she didn’t want to lose track of it either.
She had to see what it was going to do next.

“I’m sorry again for bothering you like this,” Cindy Moon said softly as the two made their way down the hall.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ash replied. “Honestly, sometimes it’s good to work on something this...well, this normal.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Cindy said, managing to smile a little. It wasn’t easy sometimes. Cindy had jolted awake about an hour earlier, fleeing back to consciousness to escape another nightmare. Last time, she and Chun-Li had solved the problem by sleeping in shifts, each woman taking some level of comfort just from having someone else awake in the room. Unfortunately for Cindy, Chun-Li had volunteered to go with the search party to the hospital, which meant there was no one to keep watch while she slept. Feeling pretty bad about even asking, she had nonetheless wandered out of her room and searched the halls until she’d found Ash, whom she had managed to ask for help.
That was why they found themselves here, making their way to one of the storerooms. Ash wasn’t certain, but she felt that there might be sleep aids in one of these rooms. If there was canned food and medicine, it was worth a shot. Twisting the switch, they watched the door slide out of the way, revealing a number of shelves in the center of the room, along with a row of tall, cylindrical canisters lining the walls.
“What do you think it is?” Cindy asked. Ash walked over to the shelves, picking a can off of one of them.
“More prepared rations,” she said. “Let’s see if there’s any kind of medicine, though.” As she moved off to the right side of the room, Cindy went left, walking up to the canisters and turning one of them slightly.
“These are full of propane,” she said, moving on and picking up something else, a much smaller canister with what looked like a stove burner stuck to the top of it.
“We have electric stoves here,” Ash said from her side of the room, “but maybe there are backups in case the power fails.”
“Hm…” Cindy responded absently, toying with the device she’d picked up. There was a little knob on the side of the thing, and when she twisted it she heard a soft hiss of gas being released. Inspecting the burner at the top, she found another little switch and pressed on it. There was a small *snap* and then a whoosh as the gas she had already let out of the canister ignited in an alarmingly large puff of flame. Cindy actually jumped back, almost dropping the device, a surprised little squeak escaping her.
“Careful!” Ash said, running back over to Cindy. She looked like she might be about to say something harsh, but then visibly stopped herself. “Just...put that down.” Her face burning from embarrassment, Cindy twisted the knob back in the other direction, turning the gas flow off and extinguishing the burner.
“I’m sorry,” she said, putting the cooker down. “I’m normally...I don’t normally do stuff like that. I guess maybe not sleeping is making me a little…”
“It’s okay,” Ash said, relaxing more. “Look, I don’t know if we’re going to find anything in here for you. This looks to be mostly food and cooking supplies, so we may have to check somewhere else.” Turning the switch to reopen the door, both of them walked back out into the hall. Cindy was about to ask Ash something else, but whatever she was about to say never made it past her lips.
The noise came first, approaching from around the corner some distance down the hall. It sounded like footsteps, soft and stealthy, but audible due to the relative quiet of the bunker itself. That could have meant anything, but that was when one of Cindy’s other senses kicked in.
Shortly after the spider had bitten her, Cindy had developed a number of new abilities. The webs were the most obvious, but there was something else too. Sometimes, when something bad was about to happen, she would get this feeling. There wasn’t really anything she could compare it to from her life beforehand; she just knew something bad was about to happen.
Which was how she knew, beyond any doubt, that whatever was making those soft, sneaky footsteps was bad. Whatever it was, it was lethal.
When it rounded the corner, she knew even better.
The creature was shaped like a person, mostly, but thin and horrifyingly tall, probably eight feet high, filling the hall as it stepped into view. Its midnight black body was strangely textured, a long tail stretching out behind it, and its head was bizarrely elongated, completely featureless save for its mouth.
It wasn’t a rotting corpse like the hordes outside, and it didn’t have the obvious sense of aggression that the gargoyles did, but Cindy’s other sense was screaming at her, even more than it had with the other monsters. She didn’t know how she knew, but she was absolutely certain of it.
This thing was death.
“Fuck me,” Ash said, her voice low. “How many of this city’s nasty surprises are going to get in here?” The black thing turned its head to face the two women, probably twenty feet away, and its lips curled back into a horrible grin, a threatening hiss escaping through needle teeth.
“We should go,” Cindy barely managed. Ash merely shook her head, gripping the submachine gun hanging loose from the strap around her shoulder.
“Get behind me,” was her only response.
Eliza Cohen was through with this.
She didn’t know exactly why they had all been dropped into this psychotic little experiment, who funded it or how it was all being managed, but however they had ended up in their current situation, she was determined to create at least one small pocket of safety, to get as many of these people through all of this as possible.
The death of the boy, and the creature in the vents that had caused it, had been the first blow to their sense of security. The leech-like monster in the water system had been another. Whatever the fuck this thing was, it was officially the last straw.
Fuck this place.
With Moon behind her, she didn’t have anything but the creature in her line of fire, so she didn’t hesitate to bring the SMG up, line up a shot on the thing’s center of mass and fire.
The gun bucked in her hands, the gunshot incredibly loud in the confined space of the concrete hall. Eliza winced, wishing there had been some proper ear protection in one of the storerooms she’d explored. Sighing, she waited for the creature to drop. There wasn’t any blood, but she was sure she’d hit it.
It didn’t fall. Instead, it took another step toward her. Maybe she had missed after all.
Taking aim again, she squeezed off a three round burst this time, and saw a few splashes of something clear, slime maybe, but it still didn’t fall.
Instead, the thing spread its arms slightly, opened its jaws and released a loud, bestial shriek that echoed down the corridor and caused a shudder of genuine fear to pass through Eliza. The thing suddenly erupted into movement, dropping onto all fours and sprinting down the hall at her, covering the intervening distance horrifyingly fast.
Inhaling sharply, Eliza switched the SMG over to full auto and squeezed the trigger, firing at least half a dozen rounds at the thing as it rushed at her. Puffs of dust and chips of broken concrete burst from the floor and walls, but as it closed in, she realized she wasn’t missing. Just as it reached her, she noticed the shiny blotches on its torso.
Lead smears.
The monster stopped right in front of her and lashed out with its right arm. Eliza jumped back as fast as she could, but the claws at the end of those long fingers dragged across her chest, shredding the tactical vest with ease.
She couldn’t outrun it. There was no way. She had to kill it now.
“Moon, in the storeroom! NOW!” Cindy bolted from behind her, and the creature’s head moved reflexively, tracking the movement.
Oh no you fucking don’t!
As Cindy made for cover, Eliza shifted the gun in her hand and slammed the butt of the weapon into the monster’s head as hard as she could. It recoiled slightly from the blow, and she spun the weapon back into position, pointed the barrel at its head and emptied the rest of the magazine into it at point blank range.
The creature didn’t fall. It didn’t bleed. It didn’t even really move that much. Its head merely vibrated a little as the 10mm rounds slammed into it, and as Eliza watched, she realized she could actually see the hollowpoints shattering against the monster’s armor plating.
Then the gun clicked empty.
She found herself staring at the thing in shock. She had never actually been in a situation where shooting an opponent in the head at point blank hadn’t ended the fight, and for just a moment, she didn’t know how to react.
The creature had no such problem. Its eyeless face shifted back toward Eliza ever so slightly, the rest of its body remaining almost completely still, and then its tail flashed out from behind it with blinding speed and slammed into her chest.
The sheer force of the impact blew the breath from Eliza’s lungs and lifted her off the ground. Something wet and warm dripped down onto her from above, and as she tilted her head around she saw blood splattered on the ceiling. There was a moment of confusion, and then she looked down and saw that she was still being held off the ground, impaled on the creature’s tail like a piece of meat on a skewer.
It had gone right through her. It had punched through her chest and erupted from her back. On the heels of the nightmarish realization came a wave of agony, and Eliza released a gurgling whine, blood from a ruptured lung flooding her airway. More blood was rapidly soaking her t-shirt and tac-vest from the entrance wound. The pain spiked as the creature moved its tail and pulled its skewered prey closer, bringing her face level with its own and baring its teeth. Darkness crept in at the corners of Eliza’s vision, her limbs twitching faintly as she feebly tried to raise them. She hoped Cindy was safe.
Then the creature’s attention shifted, its head moving to look past Eliza as it spotted something behind her. More blood running from her mouth, her body feeling like it weighed a ton, she was barely able to turn her head enough to hear the sound made by whatever had drawn the creature’s attention.
The sharp click of high heels on concrete.
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