"Ma'am Marina, I need to drop this damned murderous bastard off to you because Sir Rube requested one of your infamous special interviews for this fucking bozo," excitedly announces Nick while depositing his unconscious burden on one of the antique guest chairs within the Resort Matron's office.
Rina pauses what she's presently doing so she can walk over to the unmoving stranger for a better look at him, "Good job, Nick. But if your boss R wanted my special interview then this shithead must have done something really awful, is that correct?"
"Yes, Madame," agrees the bulky security man but with sadness in his eyes. "This fucker is part of the group that finished off our Security Staff's Alpha Team, Robocop included."
"Oh no!" gasps Reena in grief and horrified surprise. "Oman codenamed Robocop was your best friend, right? I'm sorry, Nick."
"Well, that's why I'm kinda thankful Sir Rube instructed me to leave this dipshit into your hands for that interview, Madame," the Hulk confesses. "Whoever this damned nutcase is, he deserves what's coming to him."
"Okay, tie him up to that chair really good and tight then you can leave him with me," ominously instructs the Manager with a determined tone in her voice as she points to a particular iron seat that looks like an electric chair. It's bolted to the floor in one of the four corners of her office. "Then, on your way out please call Alexia and tell her to please bring me my 'babies'…"
Nick almost laughed out loud at the thought of the Madame's babies. "Just like the Supervisor's mistress and my wives… Dang, I could never get enough of our unique tags for our special weapons," he whispers to himself as he looked for some rope in one of the room's antique oak cabinets.
Once he is done, Nick takes a small bottle of smelling salts from the first aid box behind the mirror in Marina's personal office bathroom. The flat reflective surface hides a compact cabinet and is strategically placed above the small moss-colored sink surrounded by dark green tiles with gold edges. He then walks over to the fainted form that's tied to the office's only bolted chair and opens the bottle so the former bodyguard can wave it under the helpless grunt's nostrils.
It takes exactly a count of three before the despicable male becomes conscious.
"What the fuck…" the tied-up mook exclaims as he realized he is immobile due to his seat is bolted to the floor and the ropes around him being sturdy and tightly secured. "Where the hell am I? Please, I beg you… don't hurt me. I don't know anything… I was just paid a great deal of money to join them and to come here! I swear!"
Rina's smile and Nicholas' smirk are both wide but sarcastic. Even a little sadistic…
"This is a good sign," the grinning Madame mockingly croons. "We haven't even started yet but you're already spilling the beans like there's no tomorrow…"
"Don't you dare touch me you bitch or I'll make you pay. the visibly terrified male loudly but hollowly threatens. I'LL MAKE YOU ALL PAY!"
"Oooohhh, you shouldn't have called her that," warns the cringing wrestler-bodied security guard while glancing at his female superior. "She HATES being called bitch…"
The stranger never got to reply…
"You will, huh? Well, I have enough money to bribe the President if I wanted to, but that's not what I care to know. And if you lie to me, you will definitely pay and I can assure you, you'll NEVER be able to afford my price, you fucking asshole!" frighteningly dares Marina, her present look reminiscent of famous female villains as they look upon their prey and victims. "Nick you can go tell Alex about my special request now… and I want 'them' here as soon as possible."
Nope, whoever you are fucker, this is truly not your day… Nick threateningly thinks as he quickly steps out of the office's open door. "Alexia, Madame needs her 'babies' ASAP!"
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Meanwhile, let's check on our bare-naked MCs for the moment, shall we dear reader?
Talk about the worst fucking time to get cock blocked… the vampire prince says to himself as he hugs his chosen talent even tighter to his magnificent muscular nude body.
"What's going on, Marion?" Hiraya anxiously whispers in the pitch-black darkness.
The extreme worry in the young prince's mind for his naked woman is presently overriding his intensely disturbed feeling. In life, he always believes in wishing for the best but always expecting the worst…
And that is his exact sentiment at the moment!
Whatever this is, I must protect Raya from it with all my might, the troubled but challenged monarch decides to himself. "Hold on tight to me Hiraya, and whatever happens don't let go, you understand?"
Marion, who could easily see in the dark, sees her nod several times and then watches her as she obediently holds on tightly to his hefty biceps in a slightly frightened manner.
"W-What the hell is happening, Orion?" was her nervous and shaky question. "There has never been a power outage in the resort or the whole hotel before, and I don't think it's possible thaaa… MARION HELP MEEE!"
"HIRAYA!" bellows the royal as his present bedmate slides from his grip. The helpless girl is suddenly pulled through a swiftly sliced opening at the side of the tent. "I'll come for you, don't worry!"
But as the nude monarch stands up from the empty bed, he suddenly is astonished to feel the whole tent collapsing on top of him… It's as if an unseen force uprooted the temporary canvas shelter's pegs from the ground while it broke its frame in several critical spots all at the same time.
That will keep him busy for a few minutes. Hopefully, it will be enough time for us to escape with the Matriarch, muttered the Sorcerer Magnus who had just used his powerful magic on the hapless and now-collapsed tent. "Get her out of here! And make sure no one will follow you! Also, if captured, take your cyanide pills. Remember, no one is to be taken alive!"
The still-naked Raya is still screaming up a storm while fighting like a wild woman as the strange men who were holding her fast by her bodily extremities, one for each including her head, start to rush away towards the woods with her. Meanwhile, her livid and hysterical yells for help alert the talents and Nick along with the remaining Beta, Gamma, Delta and Omega Squads of the Midnight Resort's highly-trained Security Staff who are currently still inside the main building.
"It's Hiraya, guys!" hollers a panic-stricken Raquel as she rushes outside onto the front lawn and then forward to stab querulously and slice haphazardly at one of the men who was holding onto one of her screeching friend's soft and sexy legs. "Die, you frigging bastard! Die!"
As the armed Security Staff and the equally weaponed talents start attacking their foes, the Sorcerer realizes that he and his men are greatly outnumbered. He then takes a deep breath then waves his arms as he utters an ominous-sounding incantation…
From the forest, a wave of grotesque imps flies out and directly attacks the numerous fighters of the Resort's defences. These assailants are followed by several groups of zombies, care of another spell by Magnus just minutes after the first one.
"Guys, these are the same motherfuckers who killed Robocop and the Alpha team!" Loudly warns "The Hulk" to his eager and ready companions as he aimed his full-loaded 'wives' at the new enemies whom he had instantly recognized "We don't need any survivors since we already have one! Bring them all down… FOR OMAN!!!"
"But how could that be, Nick?" asks the male 'Wonder Twin' in astonishment as he uses his handy mahogany nunchucks to defeat two lumbering zombies and an irritating winged imp one after the other. "Didn't we kill those bloody retards already?"
"It's that damned magic-user of theirs that's doing it Myron," explains Heron as he finishes off four enemies with a special technique with his two silver Sais. "Someone should go after that weirdo before he comes up with another spell!
"I'll do it. I'm a damn sharpshooter and my wives would love the action," the Drax-lookalike volunteers as he points one of his "Silverballers" at the robed mage.
Oh no you don't. I won't go down that easily!
Magnus moves his long and bony fingers while whispering unintelligible foreign words and is soon covered with a thin invisible shield that is strong enough to stop even a high-powered assassin's rifle or even a rocket launcher.
Both of Nick's wives resound loudly as he shoots towards the evil Sorcerer, totally unaware of the wizard's unseen shield. The bullets ricochet off the spindly Magnus and bounced back to the shocked shooter as he got hit on one shoulder… twice.
At the same moment, all of Hiraya's talent friends manage to wound or kill the poor female talent's captors. As soon as she is free and surrounded by her friends in their own personal versions of superhero power poses, Raya worriedly yells out for her partner.
"Marion! Where the heck are you, lover? Has anyone seen him?"
"Do you mean Cousin Ma…, I mean H-His Royal Highness?" Heron stutters apprehensively, swiftly recovering from his palpable faux pas. "I think he's still in your tent, Raya."
Hiraya hastily glances at their former sturdy and modern shelter... Then gasps in surprise at the being that suddenly tore out of the limp canvas sheets, aluminum frame and double-stitched sturdy cloth of the formerly glorious and elegant tent.
A loud raging roar echoes over the whole open area of the Resort's grass-covered front lawn as a furred dark monstrous creature rises from the destroyed tent.
The humanoid was huge, a staggering nine feet tall in height! Its extensive arms bulged with huge muscles which ended in massive hand-like paws with long curved nails. Its wingspan was almost three meters long when fully extended and they grew from its monstrously broad back. Its bat-like face had a short muzzle, huge and sharp fangs while its slitted vicious eyes were alight with a reddish glow. Meanwhile, its pointed ears resembled the devil's horns and seemed to turn on their own.
"M-Marion?" was Hiraya's bewildered outburst. "Is that y-you?"
She never gets an answer then as the beast attacks the mage with a vicious growl, its razor-sharp claws and pointed talons aimed at the terror-filed magic-user's reedy and veiny throat.