Kingpin was just finishing up some late night business when suddenly the door to his office opened. He looked up just in time to see Captain Canuck’s broken body, his costume mostly burned away, with his bodily fluids leaking out of every orifice, his handsome face savagely disfigured, his muscle covered with savage electrocution burns, sailing through the office to land directly on the prepared pedestal like a sack of garbage.
Kingpin was astonished!
He said, “Gunner, my boy, you’ve outdone yourself! How the hell did you manage it? How the hell did you break into his base? And how the hell did you … did you… “ He paused searching for words, “fuck him so completely?”
Gunner replied, “Don’t worry boss, I told you I’m good. Incidentally, now that I’ve cracked into the Avenger’s systems, I can do it again. Thanks to this idiot here, we’ll be able to prepare some nasty surprises for his Avenger buddies. But that’s not important now. As to how I managed to fuck him so completely, well, the bitch wanted it. He knows who the man is.” Gunner stepped towards the broken sack of garbage that was once Craig Evans, handsome respected Rugby player. “Who’s your master, bitch?” He asks in a threatening voice.
Craig pisses himself in terror and fear, muttering out brokenly, but very convincingly, “Uuuuu rrrrr Gunnnner...Pls… dn’t hurt mmme again… I’llll be good… I’ll do anythiinnggg u tell me to.”
Kingpin looks up at Gunner, “I keep underestimating you boy… Fuck.. Fuck.. Well, now how about we replace that statue that this dumbfuck here so stupidly shattered?”
Gunner grins, “Oh hell YEAH!”
The evil super thug barks an order, “Stand UP Captain, and stay still. If you SO MUCH as move a muscle I’ll fucking make a new asshole in you to use for my cock! CAPICHE?”
It’s surprising how rapidly Craig Evans scrambles to his feet, ignoring the savage agony blasting his broken fried body as he does. He nearly falls in his haste and due to his injuries, but the fear of what Gunner might do to him if he does fall kicks in and with a superhuman effort, he corrects his balance, and stands, still as a statue, not moving. His broken face locked in a rictus of agony.
Gunner bends down at the base of the pedestal and reaches underneath, hitting a switch.
Suddenly two needles jab up and puncture the soles of his feet, seeking and finding the major veins.
A powerful chemical compound begins pumping through one needle as the other drains out his blood. The compound replaces his blood slowly but surely. A pain, akin to being burned alive from the inside out, begins to spread up his foot and leg. The pain is more than he can bare, and suddenly he screams out, “PLSSSS.. BRNNINGG ARGHHH IT BURNSSS MK IT STPP”
Gunner steps up into his face. “This is your last warning bitch! One MORE peep out of you!”
Totally broken, his will shattered, there is nothing holding together Craig Evans but fear… fear of Gunner. The strength of that fear shuts him up, and he begins to cry, the tears running down his face at the unworldly pain.
Eventually, agonizing bit by agonizing bit, the chemical spreads through his body, paralyzing his muscles one by one, locking them rigid. Gunner then explains to the paralyzed hero what is in store for him. “You see here Captain Canuck, I’ve got some good news for ya. We aint’ gonna kill you. Nope. Not a bit of it. That fluid we just pumped into you will keep you alive. Hell, you won’t even ever need to eat, or drink, or piss, or shit again. This little circulation system will see to it. You’ll live a very, very long time. Unfortunately, there is a little side effect, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Yeah, you are fucking paralyzed asshole. And that pain? Well, it’s never going to go away.”
Gunner laughs as a final tear leaks out of the fucked hero’s eye.
Kingpin smiles, saying, “Perfect… Now, let’s dress him up.” Gunner takes a spray gun of some fast-drying compound and proceeds to spray the paralyzed hero head to toe, covering him with an ultra-thin layer of white liquid.
Then, only seconds later the liquid dries. The result hardens into a shell indistinguishable from the finest marble. The layer was thin enough to capture every battle wound, scar, and tear of the once proud hero’s uniform.
It even caught the single tear dripping down his shattered face, and it caught the expression of utter fear and pain on his once handsome features perfectly.
Kingpin stands up, spreading his arms expansively, declaring, “I give you the finest statue in my collection, ‘Ode to Canuck!’ “
Kingpin loaned out the statue to museums around the world, and the lifelike piece of work was marvelled at by every art connoisseur in the world. He turned down bids for it left and right. Whenever it was on display, it brought crowds of onlookers.
The disappearance of Captain Canuck was strangely never associated with the incredibly detailed and lifelike statue, and Kingpin used the massive income generated by the work of art to fund his growing criminal empire. Gunner had all the toys he wanted to continue his savage take down of other heros.