<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Waljj.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  New York <br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone outside of Aunt May’s home!<br/></span></span><hr/>All of this was starting to seem more and more a nightmare. This red just… demonic… creature…all of the death and destruction… some kind of zombie woman… and now birds swarming them. It’s certainly the stuff of the old horror movies. The ones he and Katya would like to stay up and watch late at night. But unfortunately, this was very real. And people were in very real danger.<br/><br/>By this point Colossus was buried up to just above his waist. He had given up trying to pull free, instead he had chosen to take out Carnage if he could. If he could. But as he thought he would be able to perhaps try and finish Carnage, he is suddenly free of his grasp, seemingly aided by those damned birds. He growls as he tries to move towards Carnage, but he is far to immobilized for something like that. He looks down at his buried lower body, his arms held upwards, still those red remnants of tendrils clinging to his arms.<br/><br/>What happens next is sort of a blur to him. He had thought the remnants of Carnage would simply… well die or something. Or just fall away. But they aren’t, quite the contrary. A soft gasp escapes his lips as those red tendrils are suddenly clinging to him, and more than that, beginning to actually form over his arms, and then his body. The red substance oozes all over him, despite his efforts to try and pull it away. He simply can’t get a grip on it. His head tilts up, almost looking like someone trying to keep their head above water. Somewhere behind him there is.. some kind of explosion.. he can’t see what it is, but he knows the world around him is suddenly darkened with dust and debris.<br/><br/>He lets out an aggravated growl, the red substance almost molding itself to his skin. He doesn’t know if it’s doing more, or trying to take him over or what, but he knows he needs to be free of it. He hears another voice from somewhere, he’ll realize later it’s Captain America. Whom he would be very glad to see. Right now there is one voice he’s more concerned about hearing, his old teammate. His hands come up to pull away as much of the skin like red substance from his mouth, his head now totally covered, and he calls out… almost in a panic tone.    “Gambit! Hit me at full power! Hurr-“  his words are cut off as the red substance wriggles free of his grasp, covering his mouth once more.<br/>