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Zebra Man #0: Origins Finale
Baker-GGGGGGGG! AHHHHHHHH! WIST! WHITE!
Baker's body surged with electricity. He felt his very blood was on fire. Of course obtaining magnetic powers would be difficult. The machine had to rewrite his very DNA. Not to mention the plastic wires wrapped around him started melting, causing rings of dark, burnt flesh and plastic to criss-cross his body. Wounding him horribly.
To Put it simply, obtaining power, is not easy.
Baker-WHITE! Wist!
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White-Wist, you're worth nothing to Sionis anymore.
Wist-I am, the machine, the errors! You can't just get rid of me White!
White-Mask only wants you if you can make him money, which you can't anymore.
Preston-Yessh. You'rrrree worf noshing Wisst!
Wist-What are you talking about White! The machine!
The machine works perfectly fine. Your calculations, the one's that Clock went over, they're correct.
Wist-But how? The machine it's on low and yet.
White-It's not Wist. I rigged it (White smiled a toothy grin)
Wist-You...what?
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The generators were overheating, as they had in all of Wist's previous tests, they were errors. Recurring over and over. Wist was stumped. He had no way how to fix it. Just as Baker had now way to escape the painful situation he was in.
Baker-OOOOOH! AAAAAH! WIST!
Acid from below splashed on Baker due to excess power being sent to the vats by the overheating generators. Luckily, Baker shut his mouth and closed his eyes to save his mouth and sight. However, the chemicals in the acid turned his skin a pale, unnatural white.
Baker-WIST! PLEASE! SHUT IT OFF!
As if an answer to his prayers the machine turned off, if for a brief moment, then, it made a new sound and started up again with an as painful, yet not as hot, electrical shock.
Baker-Noo...NO!
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White-See? You thought the machine was on low, yet it was on high, I modified the console screens and had Clock reprogram them. Your calculations were right Wist, you were just duped (White grinned once again).
Clock-Pretty damn easy too.
Wist-Alright.
White-'Alright'? You seem oftely calm.
Wist turned and looked down at Baker in the chair. It was working, the metal walls were creaking and the metal railings on the rafters swung down and were ripped off their supports. Baker was gaining magnetism. He was right, and White, Clock, and Preston were taking his achievement away from him. Still, he needed to know one more thing before...
Wist-Why White? Why only now do this.
White-Needed a couple guys dead first. The guys I recruited before. Ya wonder why they were so high up? And why would I just now choose some nobody drug-runner. It's not like I could have higher-ups in my boss's own criminal empire assasinated. I'd be in high-water, wouldn't I.
Wist-Clock, Presto-
Clock-Extra cash for us.
Preston-Yessh.
Wist-I see. Well at least now I know why. Why you'll pay,
White-What the hell are you talki-
Wist turned a dial on his belt, His powers were no longer reduced. Of course there was a reason he'd worn that belt to reduce him in the first place. But it didn't matter now.
Wist-You three took my life's work. My greatest achievement from me so...
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Baker looked up at White, Clock, Preston, and Wist. Almost as though to beg for mercy, For them to turn the machine off. It wasn't as painful as before but still.
Baker-What...what the hell?
Baker saw a gun in White's hands crushed by...nothing it was as though someone had used...magnetism.
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Wist sent White's crushed gun flying through Clock's skull. He turned and sent a lever right through Preston's glass dome. Then he grabbed White by the throat, ready to send all the iron in White's blood flying out his body, like bullets towards Preston. But his unreduced powers wear taking their toll, Rivers of blood flowed through each of his nostrils. He coughed blood on White. He reached down to turn the dial on his belt. However, White pushed Wist away and, dazed, Wist caused his own belt to fly off his waist, unleashing his full power.
The generators exploded. White was sent flying due to the iron in his blood, vats of acid exploded. The building started to clapse in on itself.
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Baker crawled out of the ACE CHEMICALS roof exit as an abomination. He had somehow gotten out of the ruined building, but his skin was extremely pale, black burns around his body. But Baker didn't care, Cause, as he climbed onto the roof. The ladder swung upward towards him, he had his powers.
And soon. He would have power.
Zebra Man #0: Origins Finale
Baker-GGGGGGGG! AHHHHHHHH! WIST! WHITE!
Baker's body surged with electricity. He felt his very blood was on fire. Of course obtaining magnetic powers would be difficult. The machine had to rewrite his very DNA. Not to mention the plastic wires wrapped around him started melting, causing rings of dark, burnt flesh and plastic to criss-cross his body. Wounding him horribly.
To Put it simply, obtaining power, is not easy.
Baker-WHITE! Wist!
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White-Wist, you're worth nothing to Sionis anymore.
Wist-I am, the machine, the errors! You can't just get rid of me White!
White-Mask only wants you if you can make him money, which you can't anymore.
Preston-Yessh. You'rrrree worf noshing Wisst!
Wist-What are you talking about White! The machine!
The machine works perfectly fine. Your calculations, the one's that Clock went over, they're correct.
Wist-But how? The machine it's on low and yet.
White-It's not Wist. I rigged it (White smiled a toothy grin)
Wist-You...what?
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The generators were overheating, as they had in all of Wist's previous tests, they were errors. Recurring over and over. Wist was stumped. He had no way how to fix it. Just as Baker had now way to escape the painful situation he was in.
Baker-OOOOOH! AAAAAH! WIST!
Acid from below splashed on Baker due to excess power being sent to the vats by the overheating generators. Luckily, Baker shut his mouth and closed his eyes to save his mouth and sight. However, the chemicals in the acid turned his skin a pale, unnatural white.
Baker-WIST! PLEASE! SHUT IT OFF!
As if an answer to his prayers the machine turned off, if for a brief moment, then, it made a new sound and started up again with an as painful, yet not as hot, electrical shock.
Baker-Noo...NO!
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White-See? You thought the machine was on low, yet it was on high, I modified the console screens and had Clock reprogram them. Your calculations were right Wist, you were just duped (White grinned once again).
Clock-Pretty damn easy too.
Wist-Alright.
White-'Alright'? You seem oftely calm.
Wist turned and looked down at Baker in the chair. It was working, the metal walls were creaking and the metal railings on the rafters swung down and were ripped off their supports. Baker was gaining magnetism. He was right, and White, Clock, and Preston were taking his achievement away from him. Still, he needed to know one more thing before...
Wist-Why White? Why only now do this.
White-Needed a couple guys dead first. The guys I recruited before. Ya wonder why they were so high up? And why would I just now choose some nobody drug-runner. It's not like I could have higher-ups in my boss's own criminal empire assasinated. I'd be in high-water, wouldn't I.
Wist-Clock, Presto-
Clock-Extra cash for us.
Preston-Yessh.
Wist-I see. Well at least now I know why. Why you'll pay,
White-What the hell are you talki-
Wist turned a dial on his belt, His powers were no longer reduced. Of course there was a reason he'd worn that belt to reduce him in the first place. But it didn't matter now.
Wist-You three took my life's work. My greatest achievement from me so...
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Baker looked up at White, Clock, Preston, and Wist. Almost as though to beg for mercy, For them to turn the machine off. It wasn't as painful as before but still.
Baker-What...what the hell?
Baker saw a gun in White's hands crushed by...nothing it was as though someone had used...magnetism.
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Wist sent White's crushed gun flying through Clock's skull. He turned and sent a lever right through Preston's glass dome. Then he grabbed White by the throat, ready to send all the iron in White's blood flying out his body, like bullets towards Preston. But his unreduced powers wear taking their toll, Rivers of blood flowed through each of his nostrils. He coughed blood on White. He reached down to turn the dial on his belt. However, White pushed Wist away and, dazed, Wist caused his own belt to fly off his waist, unleashing his full power.
The generators exploded. White was sent flying due to the iron in his blood, vats of acid exploded. The building started to clapse in on itself.
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Baker crawled out of the ACE CHEMICALS roof exit as an abomination. He had somehow gotten out of the ruined building, but his skin was extremely pale, black burns around his body. But Baker didn't care, Cause, as he climbed onto the roof. The ladder swung upward towards him, he had his powers.
And soon. He would have power.