<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/78022272-2612-4f60-b165-8039a2cf40e7_zps486e8b9a.jpg) </div><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Demolisher<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Recruitable<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Sunset Boulevard<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> The Chameleon, Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>A ruined grocery store: Longveggity, Sunset Boulevard (3.9 mi)</em><br/><br/>The aisles were littered with cans, crushed stale chips, bags and plastic ware. The mouth of a register was agape, depleted of dollars, coins, and even pennies. The electricity had long been shut off, bathing the store in shadow. The sun pouring through the glass walls and windows partially illuminated the rows of tilted shelves and spoiled food. Maggots bubbled from a smashed jar of salsa and flies danced, buzzing like a swarm of bees. The odor that leaked from the place was putrid, and while most stayed away from any smell that resembled death, one man found shelter amongst the rubbish.<br/><br/>His left cheek was round and bulging, having been crammed full of beef teriyaki jerky. Like a wad of bubblegum, he chewed the dried meat while his hands busied over a can of pear halves. He worked the can, turning it until he was able to pop the lid free. The lid flipped into his lap as he brought the can to his lips and without hesitation began to suck down a pear. Fruit juice and preservatives rolled in streams from the corners of his mouth to drizzle upon a white, cotton T-shirt he had managed to pilfer from one of the stores. He, was Jason Hendrickson, known best as Hendricks by fellow Marines.<br/><br/>Hendricks had just escaped Hell after learning that his mutant ability the crazy scientists had awakened in him, allowed him to explode his way to freedom. Apocalypse's goons had imprisoned him beneath a titanium container that acted as a blast shield for those working in the lab. No one could have predicted that after injecting him with the Judgment serum that his mutant power would make him a walking time bomb. The former Marine was filthy, having not had the liberty to shower in weeks or perhaps even a month and smelling of pungent smoke. His black hair was splayed in an unkempt mess, adding another dollar to the jar of his homeless appeal. He didn't know what day it was for his first priority once he had escaped was to fill his aching belly.<br/><br/>It was luck that Hendricks managed to make a getaway. Forced to stay conscious and endure endless persuasion to join the Dark Side, he had been days from cracking. It had been his last rage and craze-induced explosion that had him realize that the floor of his containment hadn't been as sturdy as the lid. His countless detonations, benign in his poor condition, had cracked the floor. The cold air of a sewer - or at the time, he wasn't sure what was beneath him - had stroked his back like a lover, arousing his desperation to break out. Hell hadn't allowed him to escape so freely for on his tail was a demon from his past. A man warped by the serum, crushed and molded from the hands of random genetic fuckery into a monster. His name was Nathan Braly, a battle buddy of Hendricks who adopted his new powers as a freakish blessing than a curse. He was now known as the Chameleon.<br/><br/><em>Crunch...</em><br/><br/>Hendricks instantly became still, his eyes like an alert deer as he tuned into his surroundings, his lips still kissing the rim of the can and the juice still dripping freely upon his damp chest.<br/><br/><em>Crunch...</em><br/><br/>Chips; someone or something was in the store. Most of the trash that was on the floor had been a deliberate tactic to warn him if anyone or anything had trespassed into his zone of paranoia.<br/><br/><em>Crackle...Heeeeee~ndriiiii~cks</em><br/><br/><em>Fuck,</em> the Marine mentally cursed. Setting the can down quietly, he picked up the lid that was in his lap and placed it next to the can. Rising quickly to his feet, he traced the path he had made through the litter to the backdoors of the storage room. Swiftly and light-footed, Hendricks stole for the door, carefully passing through it. When the doors swung closed behind him, he charged down the warehouse aisle, arms swinging to power his sprint. Just before he reached the dim EXIT sign, the doors behind him burst open. A loud slap sounded against Hendricks's back, shoving him forward off his feet. He slammed against the exit doors before he was jerked back onto the floor and dragged as though on a zip chord. Gritting his teeth from the lingering pain, his boot heels scraped and dragged across the dusty floor as he tried to stop himself to no avail. Glancing to his right and left, he managed to roll and snag one of the steel bars of the storage shelves and he clung to it with all of his might. His feet swung behind him, his body going taut and aloft as the invisible rope attempted to yank him free.<br/><br/><em>Come on, you stubborn shit!</em><br/><br/>"Fuck you!" Hendricks roared.<br/><br/>Suddenly, materializing out of thin air was a pink, slimy rope stretching thinly past the storage doors. The bulbous end of the tongue had expanded against the Marine's back, and he could feel the muscles flexing stretching as the pink matter continued to expand gripping his sides like an amorphous blob. If he didn't react soon, the acid imbued in the mutant's saliva would eat through his shirt to his flesh. And he had just gotten new clothes after his last detonation had incinerated them.<br/><br/>Hendricks's eyes gleamed, becoming engulfed in a fiery light that began to glow brightly from behind his teeth. From his head down to his toes, a fire passed through his veins, highlighting them as they shown like rivers against his creamy skin. Releasing one hand from the bar, he grasped the tongue, gripping it tightly as he turned his body toward the doors. Demolisher held onto the support, resisting the violent tugs at his being. When he felt he had held on long enough, he released the bar and went soaring like a projectile from a sling shot through the doors.<br/><br/>The Chameleon's maw drooped in fright when he saw the radiating Marine, flying toward him like a man on fire. His tongue quickly released him and the creature vanished behind its invisible cloak.</span></span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>KABOOM! MOTHER FUCKER!</em></span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">An explosion rocked Sunset Boulevard, sending sleeping vehicles into a screaming state of alarm as glass, brick, wood, and burning trash rained upon the street and the nearby buildings. The small, grocery store went up in a shroom of fire and smoke that continued to fiercely blaze.</span></span>