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Urmaritor	By : TheMKnight Category: Comics > Misc - AU/AR > Misc - AU/AR Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own DC, Marvel, Skullgirls, or anywhere else Urmaritor treads during the campaign. This is a non profit work and is meant to entertain readers and if they want get a fap or two from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Origins
- 2-First Job
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Gotham.
It was a city of darkness; of crime, of illusive criminals, crooked cops, and super villains, just waiting to make their mark.
It was also home to the caped crusader himself; the Batman.
But we're not focused on his story for the time being, we're focused on Urmaritor's; the new guy who had recently come back after 5 solid years of being gone...of being a predator.
Now to bring those skills to a new hunting ground.

Urmaritor parked the bike in a desolate warehouse, the truck revving down behind him as he slowly got off the bike and approached the large vehicle; Sloth Demon rolling down the window to glance out at him.
"This a good place to stop for now?" He asked, aware of Koraav observing his surroundings at all times. "Because we need to stay careful man; no tellin' who can see us."
"We're good Sloth; now did you bring any means to hack out here? I've been gone a while; don't exactly know where the best place for an aspiring hit-man to start." Thankfully Sloth Demon had his laptop with him; the nerdy masked man gliding his fingers along it as he peeked at street names and other information about Gotham; both savory and unsavory.
"Well from a glance we appear to be somewhere near Crime Alley...really weird name; anyhow there's a place called the Iceberg Lounge a little ways from here; based on the...information I dredged up criminals like to meet there for...well business; someone called The Penguin owns it."
"...any information?" For precautions Urmaritor removed his weapons and set them down at the truck's side; thankful he installed a compartment to deposit his weapons there. He began walking, trying not to draw too much attention as he listened in on Sloth Demon's information.
"The Penguin...says here he's a criminal mastermind; no powers but he constructed a criminal underworld and has been known to do...under the table business at the Iceberg Lounge; meets with folks like you for jobs."
"Weird...reasons for him wanting...well why is he The Penguin?"
"I can look at up but it'd mean hacking into Arkham records...easily traceable. Anyhow just know that as long as you play it cool he won't have his men open fire at you." The front to the Iceberg Lounge came up, and Urmaritor slowly stepped inside, and was met with a rush of cool air.
Active would be an understatement for the club's festivities. People were dancing, jumping, drinking; overall having a good time; some people grinding and kissing on each other...Urmaritor was able to see a couple completely having sex on the couch in the far corner. The air was a low temperature; most likely because it was called The Iceberg Lounge; and had to have some coalition to an actual iceberg; a large pool catching the hunter's eye; an iceberg-like sculpture in the center of it with a few...animals. Within were a few seals and actual penguins; the pool being located in the central dining area; the dance floor where people were...partying wildly was ship themed; and a Jazz band would be performing on the top of the sculpture, but for now they were not present; it was around 11 PM; they might either be on the day off or something might have come up. Glancing up, he was able to see where Penguin resided; making his way over slowly; trying not to draw attention to himself as he soon reached the table, seeing several tuxedoed thugs there, his HUD detecting a few were armed. The finely dressed short man, his bald head shinning a tad, as his monocle rested on his eye; his grotesque nose still promiant, for the time being, was munching on a plate of fish, though he glanced up to Urmaritor; and swallowed down his meal.
"Who the bloody 'ell are you?" Out the corner of his eyes he was able to see a few of the thugs move, hands trailing to their sides and pockets to get a firearm ready. Urmaritor cleared his throat, and spoke as calm as he could; eyes focused on the bird loving man.
"I'm a hit-man; name's Urmaritor; here to ask for any work you have."
"Urmaritor...you're name's Romanian for Pursuer...I like that a tad, but listen 'ere new kid." He motioned for one of his men to get a chair, setting it at the table so Urmaritor could take a seat; the armored man doing so as Penguin leaned forward a bit. "I don' jus' let anyone have work from me; especially not someone I ain't neva met before."
"I'm the best at what I do; that's all you need to be concerned with." He was rolling the dice now. If Penguin bought his gamble this would work out well...if not then he could have his men fire at him...he didn't want to test what the suit's limits were. However, the stout man soon broke into a hearty laughter; slapping his shoulder.
"You got balls kiddo; I love that. Boys calm down; don' pepper 'im yet." Urmaritor's HUD pinpointed that their guns were retracted...safe for now. "Problem is I ain't got no jobs for you...don' need the Bat dealt with after that stunt on Christmas; most of the decent assassins are out of commission, and my...business is booming."
"I see sir, well that's problematic."
"Ah don' look too blue kid; my Lieutenant has been...dealing with some concerning issues; go have a word with 'im." Urmaritor asked where he'd be; the response being he was located at the bar. A few steps down took the armored hunter to the bar, finding a...weird sight.
A man sat there, with at least 18 whiskey glasses next to him; a large ash-tray filled with cigars; he was wallowing in sadness about something. He was a scrawny man, slim and pale, as his hair was unkempt and messy, a deep auburn hue as his eyes had more dark circles than a raccoon. He wore a light black jacket, as well as a pair of faded blue jeans and work boots. As Urmaritor noticed before; he seemed down about something; like someone shit in his cereal.
"Penguin told me to check on you...eh..." The man glanced up, and looked over Urmaritor, and then to his current full glass of scotch.
"It's Eric and...fuck she's out with that bastard right now probably. FUCK the nerve of that skank-"
"Hey calm down man; what's got you pissy?" Eric quieted down and sighed, taking a swig of the burning drink as Urmaritor took a seat next to him. "Tell me from the start what happened man."
"Shit, well...from the top...it all started a few months ago; my wife and I had gone on a cruise...she found a friend...and I caught her on several occasions cheating on me with said friend. When I called her on it she admitted it..."
"...and...?"
"She kept going; hell she made it more obvious; happy with her new hung boyfriend; she's probably with him right fucking now!"
"Hey, Eric, chill out bud. So your wife's a cheating slut; no offense." Eric, for once, started laughing, a lot, before he went into a coughing fit, patting his chest.
"None taken; it's the fuckin' truth anyways. I jus'...well I got an idea to finally fix everything. I took out a life insurance policy on her; a good 40,000 dollars on her in case she suffers an... 'accident'. I planned on cheating on her back before the insurance plan but she threatened me with the whole she'd divorce and leave me in the dirt. I'd threaten her back but...her little toy's a fucking lawyer; good one too."
"...maybe I can help a tad with that. I'm looking for work; I might be able to help you with that...accident..." Eric put out his cigar once more, as he smirked a tad.
"You might have the shot I've been needing...so let's talk business. How're we gon' do this?"
"Well you put life insurance on her; I go make an accident of her and we split the money 50/50, you're really just in for it because you finally want her gone right? And a divorce would do more harm than foul right?" Eric had to nod for that one. A divorce meant she'd pull and push to walk out with all the money; his wife wasn't a dense slut like he had hoped.
"Still one thing though..."
"Urmaritor; that's my alias."
"Sounds like urine but that's just me, still I don't know where her new boyfriend's house is. Never bothered to find the shit."
"Maybe I can help with that. Do you have any clothing of hers?"
"I keep her jacket out in the car- why do you need it?"
"Trust me, I'll find her, and I'll make sure to make it an 'accident'."
Urmaritor slowly approached the truck; shrugging his shoulders as he held what Eric gave him in his hand: a brown sweater; belonging to Eric’s wife. The man himself walked alongside the armored man; a cigar burning in his mouth as a glass of scotch was raised to his lips; taking a deep swig despite the burning tobacco stick between his lips.
“So how’re you trackin’ her down? Hacking the city? Dogs?” Urmaritor had to consult Sloth Demon for that hacking idea...his response was something along the lines of making them easy for Batman to track and then follow; hard enough preventing him from finding the WayneTech making up the Hunting Suit. Arriving at the truck, Eric could hear hissing, as he glanced around, a tad skeptical.
“Hey...you hear something? Sounds like there’s a buncha snakes here...I fuckin’ hate snakes.”
“Trust me, it’s not snakes. I could show you but that’d ruin the magic.” He motioned for Eric to remain out of sight as he held the aged sweater up to each of the bars on the truck; letting each raptor get the scent of Eric’s wife; letting out a caw when each of them did.
“Got the scent? Then get going. When you get her in the Kill Zone; no one engage...let master worry about that one.” They sped off, as Urmaritor stepped out the hiding area and found Eric, damn near close to shitting himself.
“W-what the fuck?! Were those raptors? Where the fuck did you get fucking raptors?!?”
“Don’ worry about it; but one thing; how drunk are you?”
“Eh...pretty fuckin’ buzzed why-“ Eric screamed bloody murder when Urmaritor grabbed his free hand and twisted, snapping his forearm like a twig; the man dropping to his knees and holding the broken arm. “WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!!??!”
“It’s part of the plan, if I make the accident and you’re out and about; first thing they’ll do is assume you killed her. If you’re in the hospital during it; how can they blame you? Physically impossible.”
“That’s real fuckin’ clever but this hurts like a pile of piss shit.”
“...yeah you might wanna hurry before you go into shock.” Muttering a string of curses Eric started walking away, just as Urmaritor started walking; his HUD tracking the raptors.
Time to find the prey.
As they were trained; Norok led the pack, the larger male raptor leaping over a car, his keen eyes scanning the dark streets. They moved smart; sticking to the alleyways and avoiding the streets unless absolutely necessary; the large raptor barking something to Qobo; watching her split off and run in another direction, as did Mindosaal. That left him with Fask; seeing the younger one slow down a tad, Norok coming to a complete stop as he sniffed the air, grim eyes narrowing. The prey was close; he could smell it; head turning sharply towards an apartment at the end of the street; Fask approaching it slowly; nostrils to the ground as she sniffed. A sharp caw from Norok stopped her, watching her lift her head and caw in response; telling him she was going to go closer. He discouraged her, moving ahead himself, right towards the door. That was where she protested; their master said not to engage without him. He was defiant however; moving forward slowly...until a shrill whistle pierced the air.
“Norok; heel.” At his master’s command Norok hissed in defiance, but soon complied; lowering himself to the ground as Urmaritor slowly stepped by, taking in the sight of the lush, 5 story penthouse apartment complex. He only obeyed with only so much defiance because this was his father; their Alpha: his word was law and all of them knew that, even the clever girl Mindosaal...eventually he’d be the Alpha, no longer the Beta.
That day would come soon.
“Huh, boytoy’s got it big.” Urmaritor muttered, looking up at the blue and black building, the windows tinted as he approached the wall, running his hand along it. A tap on the side of his helmet opened the COM Link up with Sloth Demon; so he could get a little help.
“Sloth how’s this place’s security?”
“Not easy to bypass; works like a nice apartment complex though; just buzz the room and they’ll let you in.”
“Shit...wish I woulda asked Eric what the bitch looked like though. Any clue to determine which room she’s in?”
“Not sure, best to find a way in first.” A tap above caught his attention; Urmaritor glancing to see Koraav hanging on a windowsill; tapping it gently. That was where she had to be, Urmaritor smirking slowly.
“Clever boy.” He found the fire escape, and began scaling it, motioning for the raptors to follow him slowly...in case she ran; reaching the window Koraav was tapping; glancing in as he switched to Predator Vision. Inside he did see...something.
A girl, petite and thin, currently being railed by a large, hung black man. Their bodies glistened with sweat, as she was on her back, passionately moaning as her legs wrapped around his body; his shaft disappearing in and out of her soaking quim each time; the size stretching her to her limits each time; a subtle bulge present in her belly from each thrust into her. Her long fiery red hair was whipping around with each throe of her head; her fair sized breasts mashed against her immoral lover, the only article of clothing on her body being a pair of long black stockings; her wide emerald eyes ablaze with passion and pleasure she may have never felt with Eric. Soon their fucking ended and her lover ejaculated inside of her, his cum leaking out as he rolled over and panted, taking up a cigar and taking a long drag. With his armor’s advanced hearing, he could pick up their aftersex conversation, the large black man speaking first as he slapped her turned ass.
“So you think that knocked you up slut?”
“I’ll bet; you pumped so much into me~”
“You gon’ raise the kid? Or are you gonna make your bitch boy husband do it? He still mad I gave him a black eye for talking back to you?”
“Maybe, I’m thinking of divorcing him; take a lotta his money and leave him so we can keep fucking.”
“Yeah but you better keep that body in shape; lose it for even a day I’m finding fresher cunt to conquer.”
“No you’re not.” Urmaritor chose this time to enter, having picked the window’s lock and stepped inside, hearing the girl scream and the guy bolt to his feet; the Kobra being drawn making him stop in his tracks. “But please continue; just gave me at least 7 reasons to make this messy.”
“Who the fuck are you?” The man snapped, Urmaritor giving him a glare behind his helmet, and rolling his shoulders.
“Just a problem solver, fixing issues...you guys are an issue. Know someone named Eric? Little husband you’re both fucking over?” The girl gasped, as the man shook his head, chuckling.
“So the little shit called someone to fix his problems? I’ll be sure to give him a broken neck; get the fuck out before I kick your ass and call the cops.” Urmaritor’s response was calm and calculated...he grabbed the girl’s hand, placed the gun in it; and turned it to her friend before making her pull the trigger; his brains splattering all over the wall.
“OH MY GOD JARED!!!” She screamed, gun clattering to the ground, about to get up, but another click told her another gun was on her; the SMG aimed at her forehead.
“What’s your name?” She babbled a bit, unable to even speak, as Urmaritor clicked the safety off. “What. Is. Your. Name?”
“K-Katie.”
“Well Katie, you’ve done a bad bad thing...aside from cheating on your husband like a slut, but you just killed a man. You shot...whatshisface-“
“Jared, and you made me do it you sick bastard!”
“The cops’ll find your fingerprints on the gun; my gloves leave nothing. Now see that desk over there?” He motioned to the fancy desk in the corner, watching Katie nod slowly; tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. “Sit down and write a suicide note.”
“Oh no, please no-“
“This goes two ways; you write a note and I may let you live, or I write it my damn self and throw you out the window.” Katie resided to her fate, sniffling and teary eyed the entire time as she wrote out a letter, addressing facts a normal suicide letter would have, upon completion Urmaritor looked over it, and nodded.
“Up.” A wave of his hand sent his dinosaurs away; all of them returning to the truck; leaving Urmaritor with Katie, the girl now on the fire escape. “Lemme ask you something Katie; what made you cheat on Eric? Your husband. And please, don’t lie.” The gun was pressed to the small of her back. “I have an itchy trigger finger.”
“...he wasn’t enough. Jared was bigger...manlier; more than he ever was...I felt alive with him...more than I ever did with Eric.”
“...well ain’t that cute; too bad it’s why you’re done.” She turned around, wide eyed; just as Urmaritor kicked her square in the gut.
The bars broke...and she fell; falling 5 stories until she smashed into a car; dead as could be. His time started now; he had about 6 minutes to set up an accident scene, before the cops showed up; the man rushing into the bathroom and jamming some towels in the toilet; flushing it several times as water ran along the floor; setting it to where the cops’ll assume she slipped and fell out.
The sirens below told him something troubling; the cops arrived 5 minutes early. Out of time Urmaritor rushed out the window and leapt; landing on a nearby roof in the Gotham night as he started running, hearing the shouts below as he ran as fast as he could; panting behind his helmet as he leapt again, hitting another roof as he tripped and rolled; scrambling to his feet once more. If the cops even saw him; he’d have blown the whole plan. He needed to escape; dropping into an alley...and he smashed into a trash filled dumpster; staying still as he heard cops run past...and soon silence; emerging moments later and making his way back to the truck and bike.
Go big and go strong for your first job...that’s how Urmaritor rolled.
A visit to Eric a day later rewarded Urmaritor with his end of the bargain. The cops investigated, but found no evidence to place it as a full murder; as far as the evidence pointed the girl went crazy, shot her BF, and then jumped out the window to her death. Eric got, as predicted, 40 Gs, and as per the deal Urmaritor made an easy 20 Gs; not a giant step towards his goal, but it was a start; stepping into his living room; Steve in tow as he removed his helmet and set it down; Jason plopping down on the couch, running a gloved hand along his tired, sweaty face.
“Well, one job down.” Steve muttered, heading for his computer room, plopping down as his hands got back to work; using his skills to find another job. “It went well for a first gig right?”
“Yeah...just...a few mishaps.” Fatigue clawed at Jason, the man fighting off sleep as he watched the sun slowly rise in the horizon outside. “But it went well; we should be fine.”
“Makes sense...you seeing Penguin again tonight? See if he’s got more work?”
“I guess so; gotta start somewhere and I know he’ll have a real job soon; best have some faith in the walking birdman.” His eyes drifted closed, and he slumped down; not even noticing Fask move to the couch from outside; having found a way in, and curl up at the foot of it, sleeping near her master.
The hardest job was always the first one...maybe that’d be disproved with the next hunt...
“Oracle, play that back to me.” Batman currently stood in the Batcave, Oracle next to him as the handicapped girl rewinded the recording on the Batcomputer from the crime earlier; with the strange armored man they saw. “...what can you make of this?”
“Not sure, but from what I’ve been able to pick up his armor is a form of WayneTech; stolen no doubt, but still of it. It seems dramatically modified however; looks equipped for taking people out silently and without a fight.”
“He’s responsible for two people’s deaths; he needs to face justice...do what you can to triangulate his position and headquarters...we need to find this Urmaritor...and we need to bring him down before he kills again.”
(This chapter may seem a tad rushed, but it’s intentional; this story is meant to show how he operates.
And in honor of the Predator reaching MKX, my boy made it, I’ll be working on another story alongside these two for Urmaritor and Vanatora; within Gotham yes but in a different timeline...and with some character death cause it’s a Predator, what’d you expect? Anyhow that’ll be in the works sometime later on within the week; if I can get around to it. Until then; enjoy these stories; I can bet you this; there’s a lot in store for Urmaritor...more than he can ever imagine.)
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