Absolute Carnage: Dimensional Symbiote.

Chapter 1: The Predator vs The Mutant.

(??? P.O.V)

A man and duty go together. Responsibility is not something to be feared or shirked away.

My grandpa raised 4 kids alone after grandma died at childbirth.

Grandpa was only a plumber.

He never remarried.

My father, bless his soul, died at 36 due to lung cancer. And my mom fell into a depression right afterwards, eventually od'ing on heroin 2 years after dad's death.

I was 12 then.

So I went to live with grandpa. He taught me how to fish, camp, salvage for food in the woods behind his modest farmhouse and generally showed me what being a man meant.

Despite the tragedy that was my life, I held on to these lessons all through high school and college. They made me dependable. They made me responsible.

And I had hoped to pass them on to my kids one day.

Then I came home one day from work, tired as I always was...and found another guy fucking the shit out of my wife.

At first, I stood on the door to our matrimonial bed, completely stunned. They hadn't even bothered to lock it.

And from the stench of sex pervading the whole house, it was clear they'd been going at it for hours.

I snorted, realizing I had been set to go out of town for a business trip.

Then our flight was cancelled due to whether conditions and my boss allowed me to leave early.

I'd been thinking of surprising Julie. I'd even picked out a few roses, her favorite flower and was planning on cooking dinner for her.

It was going to be a romantic night.

The flowers fell to the floor as I thunked my head on the doorframe. I'm so dumb.

The bitch and her dog didn't even hear me on account of how loud their moaning was.

My world started spinning.

6 years. 2 years of dating. 4 years married. All gone down the drain...

That's when I noticed it.

My most prized possession. A picture of grandpa and I during my graduation. He had been so proud...

And now it was on the floor next to the bed, having fallen from the top of the drawer, no doubt owing to the fucking of my wife happening ON MY BED.

I saw red.

The next thing I knew, I was calmly walking into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and then...

It's a blur.

All I remember is stabbing. And stabbing. And stabbing.

And blood. So much hot blood.

And screaming. Lots and lots of screaming.

When I blinked my eyes clear, the guy, who I realized was the fucking next door neighbor was choking on his own blood, stab wounds all around his neck and back.

Julie, had scrambled out from under him, scuttling to the very corner of the room, staring at me in disbelief and terror.

"Ty-Ty-Tyler...honey please...c-calm down..."

She begged, fat tear drops falling down her rosy cheeks.

I sighed, removing my tie before sitting down on the bed. Immediately, the blood covering the sheets soaked into my ass. I didn't give a shit.

"Did you like it?"

I asked, lifting the knife and plunging it through the guy's back. She flinched, pissing herself as sobs wracked her form.

"Well? Was he better than me? ANSWER ME!!"

I roared and that had the effect of intensifying her fear.

I sighed, running my bloodied hands across my face.

"I suppose it doesn't matter."

When I looked down at her, I had a wide goofy smirk on my face. And in my hand was a lighter.

"I'll see you in hell, honey."

One thing I forgot to mention...in the kitchen I severed the pipe attached to the cooker, releasing flammable gas.

When I flicked the lighter on, a burst of euphoria exploded in me at seeing the bitch's scared visage before my world became fire.

"...and that's how I ended up here."

I finished the story, stoking the fire burning between us with a stick.

"That's the wildest story I've ever heard of Bub. You could have just said you came up here camping and I woulda believed ya."

My companion or rather, target(not that he knew it) said, throwing his head back and taking a swig of the liquor I'd brought with me.

"Sides...it sounds to me like ya died. So what business does a ghost have with the living?"

He added a question.

Perceptive. Even when he's hurt.

I can see the wounds across his body. Normally his mutant gene should have started on healing him...but I guess I'm lucky.

I found him when he's just come from a fight. And by the looks of it, the hunter he'd been fighting had found a way to limit his healing.

Killing him and devouring his body will be hard instead of impossible.

"Well, there's another part of the story I haven't told you, Logan."

I smoothly added.

He showed no reaction except for his eyes. His eyes immediately turned feral at the fact I knew his name.

Snikt.

3 blades jutted out of his knuckles.

"Who-"

I raised my hands in a placating gesture.

"At least hear the rest of my story before deciding to slice and dice me, yeah?"

I offered.

"Start talking."

The best at what he does growled out.

-0-

I knew grandpa would be disappointed I wouldn't join him in heaven.

I had killed someone and then blown up myself and my wife. That said, I didn't regret doing any of it. Which is the reason I knew I could never be the man he taught me to be.

But at least I could do one last thing. I could own up.

And so once I found myself in front of what I assumed was God, I didn't waste time.

"Let's get it over with."

I said to the tuxedo-wearing giant of a man seated on a massive throne.

He blinked in surprise before schooling his features and adopting a small smile.

"Well, this is certainly a surprise. You are sure then? Accepting my offer without hearing what it is, pretty ballsy you know. But I like it."

"Wait. Offer? What are you-"

I begun to speak only for him to snap a finger and for me to find myself rendered mute.

"Now now, no take backsies. You said, 'let's get it over with'. And so we shall."

He stated, before clapping his hands together and leaning closer to my immobile form.

"I need you to do me a single favor. There seems to be a multiversal hopping Yautja and its been hunting down and killing anyone or anything it deems as...shall we say...unkillable? And its next target is a guy you might have heard of. He's relatively popular in your world. Where is...it...?"

He trailed off, rummaging through a stack of papers that materialized from thin air.

"Ah here it is."

He said, clearing his throat for his next words,

"One... James Howlet also known as Logan alias..."

-0-

"Wolverine."

I finished, staring up into the eyes of one of the most dangerous creatures on the planet.

His blades were pressed against my neck.

"One single push bub...one single push."

"I'm not here to do you harm."

I replied calmly, lying through my teeth.

By controlling this body's chemical releases and steadying my heart beat, I could fool someone with his enhanced senses.

I tapped the left claw with the stick in my hand.

"Let's lower the blades. I'm 90% percent done with my story anyway."

For a minute I was convinced he wasn't going to accept. I could see the savage predatory gleam in his eyes and barred teeth- the canines looking similar to fangs.

And sure enough,

"No."

The blades sunk through my neck.

At that exact same time, the hunter lurking in the shadows attacked.

Two plasma bolts blasted through my chest, immediately turning my heart and a huge portion of my lungs and stomach into ash.

Despite his claws currently digging through my chin and into my brain, Wolverine had enough reaction speeds to evade a second plasma bolt, rolling to the side after wrenching the claws out.

My left shoulder disaappeared in a blaze of blue heat.

The damage was too much. Man this sucks.

I flopped to the ground, dead before impact.

(General P.O.V)

Logan bit down a curse as he ducked behind a tree. The Hunter was back.

And he was good too, having chased Logan through the Canadian woods for miles.

Taking into account Logan had just come from fighting the Hulk(the green Monster had disappeared in the explosion of a program X facility hidden in the woods), Logan had been running on fumes.

Trying to fight a Hunter almost as good as him was out of the question, so Wolverine cut his losses and ran.

The Predator tracked him despite not leaving a trail.

Wolverine had thought he'd lost him after crossing a river and scaling the side of a cliff. That's where he'd met the strange guy who seemed to know him.

An agent of the X program probably.

As if to remind him of his situation, the tree he was hiding behind lost its top section.

Logan jumped forward, the remaining section of his hiding place and the ground around it exploding under the force of a thermal bomb.

Dust and smoke filled the place, obscuring the surroundings.

Bam!

Something heavy landed, quite loudly on the burning crater caused by the bomb.

A skittering sound escaped into the surroundings, it source being a distortion of in the air.

Beep!

Beep!

Instantly, the distortion dispelled, revealing an intimidating humanoid form.

With gray skin and muscles the shape and size of Arnold Schwarzenegger, the Yuatja warrior imposed fear by merely existing.

Shiiih!!!

A hiss escaped the high tech metallic gray mask on its face. The mask was decked out with various types of vision. Thermal and night vision just the basics of what it offered.

But it wasn't going to need any of them. The mask's sections retracted into the shoulder pauldrons of it's armor.

Indeed, the Yuatja had managed to corner it's prey. And now the best part of the hunt. Killing.

Wolverine's body was slowly recovering from the concussive impact of the explosion.

Still he remained alert as he heard the enemy land behind him.

Logan growled, placing his hand on the roasted black ground and climbing to his feet

Half of his costume was melted into his body, with burn marks spread across his back.

The healing there was slowed due to the fabric.

Snikt!

Despite that, the mutant turned around, fangs and claws barred at the enemy in front of him.

Sliktt!

The Predator skittered in excitement, it's pincers scuttling in the air.

"Come on you ugly bastard! Raagh!!"

And so the battle begun in earnest.

-0-

A few dozen meters behind the savage fight between Hunter and Hunter, the corpse killed by the Yautja twitched.

From the burnt wound around the shoulder, a stream of red blood tendrils flowed out, leaving the corpse before it begun inching towards the two beings slashing each other apart.

Slowly, the symbiote crawled over sticks and stones, the soil particles failing to climg to it despite its fluid like form.

The occasional slashing sounds, howls and grunts of pain echoed out from the fight between Wolverine and the Predator.

Unbeknownst to the two, the Symbiote was steadily covering the distance between it and them.

When it finally reached a few meters from the fight happening, the symbiote simply stopped in place, watching the battle without making it's presence known.

The fight went on for a long time.

And when it finally ended, the victor was...

No one.

The Yautja had bled out and Logan was dismembered into two halves.

That's when the Symbiote made its move.

It's body mass instantly multiplied, it grew bigger and it's tendrils with sharp hooks extended out to the two beings, wrapping around both halves of Logan and the Predator.

[Special Skill Assimilate activate?]

"Yessss."

A wheezing hiss escaped out into the surroundings.

The Predator and the Mutant's corpses disappeared within the symbiotes form.

Immediately, a row of text appeared in the Symbiote's mind.

[Mutant gene:- Regeneration acquired]

[Yautja DNA Acquired]

[Attributes increased]

[Intra-Dimensional Traversal Matrix Installing...]

[23%...34%...67%...78%...93%..99%]

[Installation paused. Incoming Call]

Before the Symbiote could even react...

[Call Received]

"...no, you dipshit. Hic. You don't sever the spine with the vibroblade, that's just hic a waste of a good old gore spectacle."

A drunk voice ridiculed.

"Ah Rick... The life detector transmitter thingie we placed on the Predator is blinking. That- that means it's on, right?"

There was a certain commotion.

"Holy shit Morty. You know what this means?! It means it died! The ultimate Hunter was killed! I gotta review it's most recent memories and...no need, it was the fucking Wolverine."

There was a small pause.

"Not the least bit surprised."

"I mean it was obvious right?"

"Stupid match up. I call bullshit. My Yautja was engineered from a million set of PREDATOR DNA forced into a state of evolution and adaptation through constant battle, outkitted with the best plasma bolt launcher, high energy thermal grenades, a vibroblade, armor tougher than proto-adamantium and battle instincts that would rival that of-"

"Wolverine?"

Morty suggested.

"Bullshit. I call bullshit and Plot Armor. This is no fun. I'm done."

[Beep Beep]

And then the call cut off.

"What in the fuckkk."

The Symbiote hissed.

[100% Installation complete]

[Dimensional Database]

-Marvel 616 (Current World)

-Samurai Jack. (Locked)

-Invincible. (locked)

-The Boys. (Unlocked)

-One Punch Man (Unlocked)

-DC Universe (Unlocked)