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[#005] The Ghost That Never Wanes (IMAA)
Theme Prompt: Minor Characters
Title: The Ghost that Never Wanes
Fandom: Iron Man: Armored Adventures
Rating/Warnings: References to violence, torture, kidnapping, death/murder, assassination
Bonus: No
Word Count: 716
Summary: Creation of the villain that got away.
He had always been a smart child. Clever. He had to be, if he was going to survive what they put him through. They looked for orphans, street rats, waifs. Children that wouldn’t ever be missed. They called it a school, but he figured out very quickly that they had no intention of teaching him math or science unless it directly related to calculating the proper angle to fire a weapon or mixing chemicals to create an explosive device.
He was a fast learner. No lesson need be taught more than once, because failure would be beaten, burned, and cut into his skin by his captors – they called themselves ‘masters’, and they enjoyed their work. He would not give them the chance to hurt him again. So he gave them something else they wanted: the perfect pupil.
He was more than just a smart child – he was a genius. Sharp, intelligent, crafty. Better than the other children, he saw right away. They were weak by comparison, and the trials they were put through demonstrated that as one by one they all fell away. Some fell because he pushed them; literally, in the case of one or two of them. They had failed to learn how to swim, or had failed to notice him in the shadows of the stairwell. All accidents, to the unobservant eye. Children could be so clumsy, and deaths were not unusual in this place.
Soon, he was the only child. He was theirs to mold and perfect. They took his hands and shaped them to break necks. They took his feet and shaped them to climbs walls and buildings, until gravity simply didn’t apply to him any longer. They took his arms to hold pistols for hours on end, tuned them into weapons all on their own. They took his legs and taught him to run faster than any man alive, and to leave behind the notion of walls and floors. They took his mind and stripped him of fear, scraped away pain, stole all the things that made him so fallibly human except for those that were useful to them.
He was loyal, but only to the highest bidder. And he was selfish. That was their mistake. They created what they believed to be the greatest assassin the world had ever seen, but they gave him nothing in return, except the most advanced tools of death on the planet and one name.
He was too smart, too clever, and they didn’t realize he had been molding them even as they molded him. Flames they taught him to create left no chance for correcting that mistake. He took their hands, so that they would never shape a child again, never shape his rival. He took their feet, so they would never escape their fate. He took their arms so they could not reach out for mercy. He took their legs, so they could never walk in the light of day again. He took their minds and burned the secrets of their methods along with their bodies.
He is the best, and he is to be the only. He is at once ethereal as air and tangible as a knife; a killer whose favorite weapons are shadows and darkness.
A ghost.
The Ghost. The name they gave him.
He is still the best, and still the only. Tony Stark sits in his tower of shining metal and gloats, basking in the camera lights and waves of fainting women who dream only of bearing his children. Everyone knows Stark is Iron Man now, and his threat of blackmail has lost its teeth. The millions he had planned to take from Stark had been stolen before they were even his. Stark had taken it from him.
Him, the best, and the only one to forever escape capture at Iron Man’s hands. Stark has forgotten him. Stark thinks he and his friends are safe. Those are mistakes.
He is patient; like any throne, the one Stark sits on is lusted after by those who would buy kingship with blood.
He waits, for he is the Ghost and ghosts shall never die; he is a haunting even the sun cannot banish. He is the greatest, and the only.
He will teach Tony Stark to fear the light.
Title: The Ghost that Never Wanes
Fandom: Iron Man: Armored Adventures
Rating/Warnings: References to violence, torture, kidnapping, death/murder, assassination
Bonus: No
Word Count: 716
Summary: Creation of the villain that got away.
He had always been a smart child. Clever. He had to be, if he was going to survive what they put him through. They looked for orphans, street rats, waifs. Children that wouldn’t ever be missed. They called it a school, but he figured out very quickly that they had no intention of teaching him math or science unless it directly related to calculating the proper angle to fire a weapon or mixing chemicals to create an explosive device.
He was a fast learner. No lesson need be taught more than once, because failure would be beaten, burned, and cut into his skin by his captors – they called themselves ‘masters’, and they enjoyed their work. He would not give them the chance to hurt him again. So he gave them something else they wanted: the perfect pupil.
He was more than just a smart child – he was a genius. Sharp, intelligent, crafty. Better than the other children, he saw right away. They were weak by comparison, and the trials they were put through demonstrated that as one by one they all fell away. Some fell because he pushed them; literally, in the case of one or two of them. They had failed to learn how to swim, or had failed to notice him in the shadows of the stairwell. All accidents, to the unobservant eye. Children could be so clumsy, and deaths were not unusual in this place.
Soon, he was the only child. He was theirs to mold and perfect. They took his hands and shaped them to break necks. They took his feet and shaped them to climbs walls and buildings, until gravity simply didn’t apply to him any longer. They took his arms to hold pistols for hours on end, tuned them into weapons all on their own. They took his legs and taught him to run faster than any man alive, and to leave behind the notion of walls and floors. They took his mind and stripped him of fear, scraped away pain, stole all the things that made him so fallibly human except for those that were useful to them.
He was loyal, but only to the highest bidder. And he was selfish. That was their mistake. They created what they believed to be the greatest assassin the world had ever seen, but they gave him nothing in return, except the most advanced tools of death on the planet and one name.
He was too smart, too clever, and they didn’t realize he had been molding them even as they molded him. Flames they taught him to create left no chance for correcting that mistake. He took their hands, so that they would never shape a child again, never shape his rival. He took their feet, so they would never escape their fate. He took their arms so they could not reach out for mercy. He took their legs, so they could never walk in the light of day again. He took their minds and burned the secrets of their methods along with their bodies.
He is the best, and he is to be the only. He is at once ethereal as air and tangible as a knife; a killer whose favorite weapons are shadows and darkness.
A ghost.
The Ghost. The name they gave him.
He is still the best, and still the only. Tony Stark sits in his tower of shining metal and gloats, basking in the camera lights and waves of fainting women who dream only of bearing his children. Everyone knows Stark is Iron Man now, and his threat of blackmail has lost its teeth. The millions he had planned to take from Stark had been stolen before they were even his. Stark had taken it from him.
Him, the best, and the only one to forever escape capture at Iron Man’s hands. Stark has forgotten him. Stark thinks he and his friends are safe. Those are mistakes.
He is patient; like any throne, the one Stark sits on is lusted after by those who would buy kingship with blood.
He waits, for he is the Ghost and ghosts shall never die; he is a haunting even the sun cannot banish. He is the greatest, and the only.
He will teach Tony Stark to fear the light.
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