Fusion and Iron

11. Blossom, Buttercup and Niles vs. Fusion Major Glory

Within the heart of the Pokey Oaks North suburb, a meteor marred the pristine landscape. The crater, gouged deep into the earth, brimmed with the remnants of the meteor's violent impact, its jagged edges casting ominous shadows in the dim moonlight. Within the confines of the crater, the meteorite lay sprawled like a fallen titan, its surface scorched and pockmarked from its journey through the atmosphere. The once-gleaming exterior was now dulled and battered, its once-mighty form reduced to a twisted mass of metal and rock. Yet somehow, conveniently, it managed to land in the middle of a small square full of buildings. The neighborhood mostly remained unharmed, except for the busted earth underneath.
From the depths of the smoldering pit, an ominous green slosh seeped forth, its viscous surface writhing with an otherworldly energy that seemed to pulse with malevolence. A pool of green quietly swirled, shifting in thick chunks. A nasty stench dominated the area, a soft mist rolling throughout the park.

Surrounding the crater, a perimeter of light guards and boundaries crackled with energy, sealing off the site of the impact with an air of ominous finality. The guardians stood watchful and vigilant, their forms casting long shadows against the flickering light as they stood sentinel over the mysterious phenomenon that had descended upon the suburban landscape. Their bodies were equipped in thick suits of black armor, covered in nearly three full layers. Large rifles were strapped to their chests, small suit lights lighting up the directions they faced.

A couple of them gently overlooked inside the crater, watching in silence at this outer space spectacle from Planet Fusion. Soft breathing escaped independently from their visors and black masks covering their faces. Their hands calmly clutched the guns to their chests, remaining silent for the most part.

Soft crackles emerged from the edges of the rock, followed by the slight pussing of more fusion coming from the inside.

One soldier lifted his head up, gesturing toward the crackle. "Hey, you see that?"

"What?" the other replied.

He took a couple of steps closer to the edge of the crater and lifted his weapon up. The line shined down on the crack, watching it slowly grow. The soft light reflecting off of the ooze revealed it getting larger as the moments passed.

"It's almost like.. an egg." he softly said, motioning toward it.

The other placed a hand on one of the borders, leaning in, and nodded. "Should we get back-up?"

"Depends on what comes out," replied the other one. A finger pulled back the hammer of the rifle, looking down the sights at it. "only one way to find out."

"Hey! Anastasia! Secure the perimeter!"

From the other side of the crater, resting behind a couple of set-up terminals, a third soldier peaked her head up and reached for the comm on her helmet. "Perimeter has been secure, sarge. All civilians have been evacuated and transferred; something the matter?"

"Yeah, the crater's opening up. Get primed and ready." replied the soldier. She reached for her rifle and pulled the hammer back on it, looking down at the crack one last time. "Stay put; if it gets worse, I'm calling in a backup group. Maybe we can just bake whatever is in there and call it a day?"

The other soldier nodded and rested his weight on the barrier, keeping the gun primed. "Yes ma'am."

A section of the crater was now beginning to fall in on itself, revealing a glistening gooey inside within. It resembled the shape of a flattened egg, the fusion holding itself together as if resembling some jagged shamrock womb. The flashlight light penetrated the thick miasma, though was stopped when the outline of something muscular took form.

"What the.."

From the goop came a few curled fingers, covered in slime yet the faintest of a dark latex purple coming into view. It reached out, grabbed onto the fusion, and pushed itself open. From the fingers came a hand, then a wrist, then a forearm as something started emerging.

The sergeant raised her rifle and tilted her head, "Might be a.. fusion? Of who?"

As it fully started slipping itself out, an enormous upper arm emerged. It was abnormally muscular, nearly cracking the outer shell as it pushed itself outward. From the depths of the fractured shell emerged a monstrous figure, towering and grotesque in its form.
Both flashlights steered up and all around as the sergeant gestured toward a hand, "Anna, call in backup! I think I know what it is!"