<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Jkhjygk.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  New York <br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open (for now) <br/></span></span><hr/>When you wake up and you don’t know where you are… well it’s one of the worst feelings in the world. How did you get there? Where are you exactly? Is there someone close? Am I in danger? Pretty much all of those thoughts came to Piotr’s mind as he slowly came to. A low, deep groan escapes his lips as he is slowly pulled back into consciousness. He hears voice somewhere… kind of near him…<br/><br/>“toldja he ain’t dead”   “probably a body builder or MMA dude or something”   “help us get out maybe?”   “he could fight these fucks”   “someone help him, for God’s sake”<br/><br/>To say he’s groggy is an understatement. And his head is throbbing fit to explode. He is lying against a wall, he knows that much, and he’s partially sitting up. He pushes himself up, but something holds him back. His eyes flutter open… the room is dark, but he can make see the outlines of people around him. Come on Piotr up and at ‘em, could be trouble. His mind and body start to go into defense mode… until…<br/><br/>An older woman leans down next to him, grasping him so gently by the arm. Piotr looks towards her, still seeming a little dazed. The woman speaks in a soft, quiet tone, as if afraid to be heard.   “Take it easy, son. You hit your head pretty hard. Don’t make it worse.”  Piotr just nods to her words, still gazing in her general direction. Someone else approaches from the darkness, and he grasps Piotr by his other arm. The man is also older, and he wears the uniform of one of New York’s finest.  “Welcome back to the world of the living big fella. Well… the world of the kinda living.”<br/><br/>Before this narrative is continued, perhaps it is prudent to provide a little bit of background. It isn’t long after the attack of Apocalypse upon humanity. The very large man before you is named Piotr Rasputin, but he’s better known to his closest friends and loved ones as the unstoppable Colossus. A codename not given to him lightly. He is… well he used to be… one of the X-Men. The premier group of mutants on this planet. He joined them because there was need for his strength, and he stayed with them so he could help them improve the plight of mutants all over the world. But for the passed year or so, he has felt disillusioned in this. He thinks that most of the mutants who wear the stylized ‘X’ have forgotten why the X-Men were formed. So many new faces… faces who wish little more than to fight for what they see as ‘right’. But they don’t see the big picture, he feels. That’s just his opinion. So a number of months ago he left the X-Men, broke most of his ties with them. Not all of those ties, of course. For all intents and purposes… the X-Men are the only family he has, save for his little sister. His Illyana. So, when the attacks began, he wasn’t in a place to properly defend himself or others. He was taken quite by surprise, he was actually at his day job when it happened. He remembered hearing a loud popping bang noise, and then he lost consciousness. And that’s because the ceiling fell on him. Like.. the whole ceiling.<br/><br/>And now here he is.<br/><br/>“I am… fine… thank you..”   his deep toned voice might be intimidating at first to some, but there is an edge of tenderness to it. He looks to his left and right, to the older woman and the police officer, smiling kindly to him as he tries to get up. They both help him… and for the first time he notices the nearly constant rattling sound. Chains. He looks down at his hands… they are chained together, and he looks towards the others, they are all chained. They are prisoners! His first instinct is to simply shift his form, break the chains, break out, and then break the heads of whoever did this. But his training and common sense tell him just how stupid that would be. He has no idea where he is, or what he’s up against. Or how many more are in danger. With the help of his 2 new friends he now stands to his full 6’6”, his dark eyes scanning this cage they are in. The cop whistles a little as he keeps his hand on Piotr’s arm, in case he gets lightheaded or something.   “They sure grow ‘em big wherever yer from, fella. Yer not American are ya?”   Piotr looks towards the officer as he speaks, the Russian accent very obvious in his voice.    “How did you know that?”   The officer hadn’t heard him speak, after all. The older woman smiles as she pats his arm gently, in an almost motherly fashion.   “You talk in your sleep, dear. And you weren’t talking in English.”   Oh, maybe the cop did hear him talk after all. Piotr nods as he smiles a little, looking between them.   “I was born in Russia, but I am a citizen of United States.”  The cop nods, having been proved right.   “Please… where are we? What happened?”   The cop now moves away from Piotr, looking towards the others there in the room with them. Almost a dozen people, all of them obviously scared. Some weeping, some just sitting quietly staring at nothing. The officer speaks as his eyes draw back to Piotr.   “There was an attack, like nothin we ever seen. Everywhere was attacked. Not just New York. Whole fuc—“  he stops himself, glancing to the older woman, and then continuing   “Whole darn world. Took us captive. They been takin some of us outta here, an those people ain’ never come back.”<br/><br/>Piotr now scowls angrily as he looks around the room, his face getting a little red with that anger. So it was an attack… and he couldn’t stop it or even defend himself. Where are the others? The X-Men? Where… is Katya.. Piotr now takes a step forward, getting a better look at the dimly lit room. It basically looks like a giant metal box with a square slit on each wall. Just big enough to see in and out of. And a door… a very heavy looking door it seems. Again, he knows he could break out of all of this. He could fold up this damned box like it was tissue paper. But he can’t, not yet. Piotr moves slowly towards one of the slits in the wall as he speaks softly   “Who attacked? Do we know?”   His gaze then turns to the officer who is now reassuring the older woman.    “Dunno the name. But almost all of ‘em got some kinda weird zappy powers or something. And body armor, kinda like Iron Man.”   Slowly Piotr looks back out and he speaks again.   “We must escape…”<br/><br/>“I been tryin ta cook up a plot, but there’s just to many of ‘em. Anything I did would just put these other fine folks in harm’s way, and I ain’t about ta do that.”  The officer says as he motions to the others as best he can, the chains on his arms clinking softly. The door suddenly starts to make a sound, the sound of it being unlocked from the outside. The large handle in the middle of the door slowly turns, the same style you would find on military ships. The people inside of the room gasp and start to panic, all of them moving away from the door and into a corner. The officer puts himself between the small group and the door, staring at whoever is coming through. And Piotr moves to stand next to the cop, his hands in fists in front of him.  “Well well, the big meat’s come around. He is next for Judgement!”  The voice of one of the 4 soldiers entering the room declares. They are all clad in some kind of light armor, or an exosuit. Some of them have altered appearences… the soldier stalking towards Piotr having dark grey skin and white glowing eyes, for example. He grabs the chains holding Piotr’s hands and yanks on them cruelly. The one who seems in charge speaks again, a wide smirk upon his lips. He is a taller man, nearly as tall as Piotr, but very thin, almost seeming frail.  “Do not fret, you meatbags. Your turn for Judgement nears.” He chuckles lightly as the officer starts forward, an angry look on his face. Discretely Piotr shakes his head at the officer, not wanting him to endanger himself or the others. Not on his behalf. The officer stops, moving back towards the group as he glares at their captors. Piotr is lead away, giving no resistance.<br/><br/>Not yet.<br/><br/>He is lead out of the room, the door being closed behind him. His blue eyes scan the area around him discretely as he walks, his head bowed down a little. And he realizes… the people who were captured with him.. they were so kind to him, and he never even learned their names. In the days and months to come, that will be a major regret to him. If he didn’t know better, he would think this was some kind of internment camp. He learned about them from one of the Professor’s friends. He was kept in an internment camp during the second world war. A kindly old man, Piotr loved their talks. Yes, what his friend described is exactly what he sees. Lines of chained people looking as if they are being lead to something, and guards all around, everywhere you look. Yeah, had he broken out earlier like he planned, it would not have gone well for the people around him. The lanky leader of these soldiers leads Piotr passed the lines, and Piotr tries to see the faces of every person he passes. Such sadness in their eyes, such hopelessness.   “Now, your time for Judgement has come. You are truly blessed, my friend.”   The leader soldier says.   “I am Jaron, and soon you will be working with me. Or you will be dead.”  He says with a shrug. Piotr says nothing as he stares at Jaron, a deep scowl on his lips. They come to a stop, the line of people watching intently as someone who looks like he could be a doctor looks up from his little setup. It’s just a few crates with metallic boxes on them and some papers, nothing fancy. The doctor smiles as he speaks to Jaron.   “Ah, our star prospect has come around! Excellent! I have been excited to see how he shall serve our lord!”   Jaron nods enthusiastically, motioning the doctor closer.   “Yes, it is a blessed time. Now, the serum. Let’s see what he offers for the master.”  The doctor nods and reaches into the metal box, pulling out a heavy looking syringe. The fluid within glows eerily… now Piotr starts to have a minor panic attack. The people behind him in chains seem to stir as the syringe is brought out, some of them actually looking for a place they can run and escape to. Jaron nods to the doctor, and motions to the guards standing next to Piotr. Each guard grabs one of Piotr’s arms as Jaron speaks.   “This is the essence of what we are. Perfection. You will be injected… and should you survive, you will find a glorious new purpose!”   The doctor nods in agreement as he walks around to Piotr’s back, Piotr’s head turning to look over his shoulder and keep an eye on him. Okay, he can’t delay any longer. He has no idea what that will do to him. At this point he has no choice! The doctor raises the syringe as he speaks.  “Hail Apocalypse”<br/><br/><br/>And as those words leave his lips, a circuit closes in Piotr’s mind. His body suddenly crackles with energy, and he suddenly gains a massive amount of mass. And about a foot of height. The guards and Jaron all gasp as his body suddenly shifts shape, and his very skin seems to harden and form into a glistening metal. His clothing rips in some areas, his nice leather jacket (a present from Logan) now in two pieces. He loved that jacket. The metallic armored man now looks down at his captors with a deep frown, and Jaron laughs loudly and excitedly.  “Glorious! Look at him! Truly a miraculous Judgement! Hail Apocalypse!”  The guards all echo Jaron’s last words, but… the doctor stumbles back with wide eyes, seeming utterly frightened as he speaks in a stutter.   “b… b.. but… I didn’t.. I didn’t inject him!”  He holds the still full syringe in his hand, and Jaron gasps as his eyes go wide. Piotr draws his arms up, and with a metallic snapping sound he draws his hands apart, the chains snapping like brittle things. Thundarr eat your heart out. Jaron’s now angry gaze snaps to Piotr, and he calls out    “Stop him!”  But, to late. Because you see, both of the guards on either side of Piotr are kind of busy. Piotr palms the heads of each of the guards, and he slams them together. Hard enough to knock them out for a good week. But not enough to kill him. With a burst of speed that belies his massive size, he moves towards a shocked Jaron, grasping him by the neck. Jaron coughs and gags as he’s lifted up, now an electrical energy dancing along his form. Piotr draws Jaron close so he’s face to face with him, and he says in a low, angry tone.  “Hail Apocalypse, tovarisch.”   Piotr twists, and he hurls a screaming Jaron towards one of the buildings. The guards now start to swarm towards him, and he turns his attention to the doctor. Who promptly screams, then pisses his pants, and then runs for his life. Dropping the syringe. Piotr scoops it up, being careful not to break it, and tucks it into the pockets of his now shredded jacket. His gaze snaps towards the prisoners in the waiting line, who by now are all in a panic, some crying, some pleaing to be set free.<br/><br/>Piotr moves towards them as quick as he can, and one by one he snaps their chains, motioning towards the horizon.   “Go! Run!”  He calls out loudly, with authority. One of the soldiers suddenly leaps on Piotr’s back, clawing and hacking at him. Piotr rears up, and he grabs the soldier right off of him, hurling him towards another approaching soldier. Piotr’s intentions was to have the prisoners all run… for them to get away while he fought the camp. Hell, he’ll fight the whole fucking world if he has to in order to keep these people safe. But… well the plans of mice and men and all. Something utterly unexpected happens. As he frees the prisoners, some do run. But most stand. Most help free others, and then they start attacking soldiers. Piotr’s heart is moved by the display of bravery being put on before him. He has always said… the true heroes of this world are the ones who run into danger’s path to help another, even if they have no powers or abilities that make them superhuman. They are the true heroes. The police officers, fire fighters, military... those who put their lives on the line every day for people they don’t even know.<br/><br/>Cops. The cop!<br/><br/>Piotr looks towards the cage he had been held in, and he dashes towards it. Oh, the soldiers do try to stop him. But for the most part he just plows through them. He grabs however many he can and either just hurls them out of his path, or towards the other soldiers. All of the various powers and strengths of the soldiers seem to have little effect upon Piotr. He doesn’t even seem to feel them. He reaches the metallic box he was locked in, hearing those inside calling out to be freed. And he notices there are many other boxes like this one near him. He has to get to them. Piotr’s flattened hand pushes through the heavy door, and he pulls it right off. He tosses it over his shoulder as he ducks down a little to peer inside, looking towards the officer and the older woman.  “Come! We are leaving!”   The officer nods and speaks, motioning everyone to the door as Piotr steps out of the way.   “You heard the man! Move, people! Get out!”  The prisoners escape from their prison, Piotr keeping watch over them. The officer helps the older woman out, looking to Piotr as he speaks.   “We’re the last ones, big fella. We…”  his voice falls silent as a cadre of soldiers now move towards Piotr as a group, perhaps ten of them. The officer seems to lose faith as he moves to stand between them and the older woman he escorts. Piotr’s hand moves to the officer’s shoulder gently, a gentleness that belies the nature of his massive form.  “Go.”  Piotr says to him as he nods. The officer nods back and speaks   “We owe you our lives, fella. Get out alive.”   Piotr now steps in front of the officer, staring down the soldiers as he frowns deeply. He slams his fists together as his gaze shifts from one soldier to the next, the cop and older woman now fleeing.<br/><br/>“Do not worry. Colossus will take care of this.”<br/><br/>Piotr lunges towards the soldiers, and two of them attack before he reaches them. One with pyrokinetic like powers, the other with some kind of energy beams from his eyes. The beams simply deflect off of Colossus’ skin as he engages the other soldiers, and the fire seems to not even make Piotr hesitate. Luckily he’s moving fast enough that his clothes don’t catch on fire. Yet. The soldiers do their best to defend themselves… but how do you defend yourself from a moving fortress? A very angry moving fortress. One by one the soldiers are either knocked out or sent flying. Some passing out as they are sent flying. “This ends now!”  He hears Jaron’s voice, and turns towards him, holding two of his soldiers grasped in his hands. Jaron motions towards Colossus, who drops the soldiers and starts towards him. Jaron speaks as he takes a step back.   “Mage, teleport him into the energy cell!”   A young girl suddenly appears from behind Jaron, motioning towards Colossus. Piotr’s eyes narrow and he now goes into a full on sprint towards Jaron and his new companion. The sound of his metallic feet pounding against the ground like rising thunder. Jaron now starts to panic, taking another step back. But the young girl now moves her hands fluidly… and around her in the air appear glowing runes, spinning around her. Colossus stops abruptly, feeling something happening. He looks down at himself as his body starts to glow, and then he charges once more towards Jaron. He draws a very large fist back as he comes into range, and its’ at precisely that time that Mage’s spell takes effect. It’s a teleportation spell… and well magic is unpredictable with Piotr.<br/><br/>You see, his armored form is quite well defended against magic. It either nullifies it, or makes it do weird things. The teleportation spell works, and Piotr is gone in the blink of the eye. Just as he was about to put his fist through Jaron’s. But, the spell is corrupted by his armored form. He doesn’t end up in the energy cell as he was meant to… but about a hundred miles north.<br/><br/>In Queens, to be precise.<br/><br/>He suddenly materializes in front of May Parker’s home, his fist continuing to push forward. Right through a tree. He gasps as his fist pushes clean through the tree and to the other side.  “Shto?!”  He calls out as he looks around himself quickly… yeah he’s no longer in the prison. He can’t even see it now. He looks towards the tree as he tries to pull his fist free of it… but no go. And he doesn’t want to destroy the poor tree. So he suddenly reverts back to his human form once more, and he easily pulls his now smaller arm from the tree. His clothes fit better now, even if they are in poor condition. He taps his jacket pocket, feeling the full syringe still there and intact.   “Where is this.. “  He says as he turns in a slow circle, seeing not a soul around…<br/>