The weird-haired short man with knives or something grabbed Jake by his blades and managed to pick him up as he tossed him to the side as one of the red symbiote creatures jumped through the broken window that Jake had made earlier.
???: "Last guy to get between me and my beer got a nice scar over their face!"
After cracking his neck, the strange man charged at some of the red symbiote creatures, and he must have faced them at some point as the strange man suddenly pulled out a blackboard as he began scratching it with his claws as the red symbiote creatures started wailing in pain.
???: "(Throws blackboard at one of the possibly dead bodies) Stupid rednecks, don't know when to quit (spits to the side), and your no better bub."
The strange man grabbed Jake and began dragging him up the stairs and into what could only be his room considering there were lots of bottles all over the place along with a picture of him and some of the X-men.
Well, that and the fact that his giant blue and yellow outfit with an X buckle probably helped to solidify that he was either a member, a former member of the team, or just someone with some form of friendly connection at the very least.
???: "Look bub, I don't know who you are, but I can tell that you're not connected with these freaks."
Man, if only this man knew, I mean sure he wasn't really part of the symbiote war or movement of these people? or whatever they were, but he still had a symbiote inside him, along with the fact that Jake has killed at least ten people in his life.
???: "Look, the names Logan, and while I don't own this place, I do know the owner, and I'm willing to share this place with you if you're ready and willing to help the people outside."
Jake: "Sure... but aren't you a mutant? I mean now to say anything, but (turns around and points to his destroyed jacket and back with knife holes in them) I don't think you could have easily carried me with six knives in your hands."
Logan just grunted as he grabbed a case of beer from the wardrobe and cracked one open for himself and then handed the other to Jake, who just casually put it to the side as he was still underage, and even if he wasn't, this didn't really feel like a good time to get hammered.
Logan: "(Started smocking a cigar for some reason.) What you don't like, beer?"
Jake: "I'm still underage."
Logan: "(Grabbed the cigar out of his mouth) Pansy."
Jake looked up at Logan with a confused and angered face at what he said but ultimately just accepted that this man was just a giant jerk.
Logan: "(Jake gets up.) Where you going?"
Jake: "I still have to find my friends and make sure they're okay!"
Hearing this, Logan doesn't say anything and instead just throws a cellphone with a red X on it, and when Jake opened it, he found out that this had access to the records on everyone who had made it to the bunkers and just how many of them along with which area they were in.
Logan: "If there not there, then I'm sorry, kid."
As Jake looked through the phone he let out a giant sigh of relief once he saw where all his friends and family were located. And once Logan saw that Jake knew, he took his phone back and pocketed it.
Logan: "Now boy, are you willing to save some lives?"
Jake: "Well, that is why I'm here."
Both Logan and Jake shake the others hands, with Logan just subtlely poking Jake's wrist with his middle claw as he laughed before Jake told him how he felt with the one bit of sign language he knew. Which caused Logan to laugh as he pat Jake as hard as he could on the back before Jake finally left the room.
Once outside the bar and inn, as the sign said, Jake was honestly astonished by the lack of any of those "rednecks," as Logan liked to call them... honestly, what would Logan call all the other symbiotes if reds were rednecks?
But that was something he'd have to come back to later, as for now he had to figure out a plan of action on how to stop those symbiote creatures from further destroying the rest of New York City, along with how to free all the poor heroes, villains, and anything in between that was being possessed by those wicked creatures.
However, it didn't take Jake very long to find his next target as a giant yellow symbiote creature with wings and appendages like Doc Oc as it screamed out loud while trying to destroy Oscorp's head office.
Jake: "Well, if that ain't Os, then it must be some other poor sap that Norman managed to piss off."
Cracking his neck and knuckles Jake gets ready to head on over there, but he stops once he sees a purple symbiote creature appear like a Saturday morning cartoon villain who seemed to have fused with something that had wheels and an engine.
The strangest part, however, had to be the fact the creature seemed to have gills, but instead of breathing, the only purpose they seemed to have was to keep spewing out smoke all over the place like they were some sort of fish chain smoker.
Jake: "What the hell!"
Hearing that the purple symbiote creature looks over towards Jake and shines its bright purple headlight eyes at Jake and lets out this giant sadistic smile that oozes black goo... and bits of red as well...
What made things even worse, however, was when Jake saw the creature had in its hand a tiny hand with the other having a pair of even smaller legs, and given how they weren't moving and that blood was everywhere on its hands, you can kind of already guess what happened.
Seeing this filled Jake with pure disgust and anger at how something once human seemed to not even care about their fellow species anymore. Heck, even if they weren't the same species in that thing's eyes, there should still be a line when it comes to EATING KIDS!
The purple monster starts charging at Jake, and as it does, Jake manages to dodge its attack thanks to a trash can being nearby, but what completely shocked Jake about the attack was that the purple creature had turned into a demonic-looking hot rod car, the ones with the giant gear shift and rear wheels, with the front being tiny in comparison.
Jake: "Okay, why the heck is there a decepticon trying to kill me!?"
Jumping off the wall Jake just barely managed to dodge the creature's attack as it rammed itself at the trash can where Jake had just been standing.
While rolling on the floor, Jake desperately looked around for anything he could use as a weapon, and to his surprise, a broken bottle, possibly thanks to the purple monster, came rolling towards Jake as if he were calling it towards him.
Without even thinking twice, Jake grabbed the broken bottle and jumped just as the purple monster tried to ram into him again. This time, however, Jake stood on the monster's car body and leaned over as he stretched his white hand around to slash one of the rear tires.
Causing this big ugly hunk of man and metal to start toppling all over the place until it eventually crashed somewhat ironically into an auto shop where Jake slowly walked towards the creature as he threw the broken bottle towards the creature as he picked up a tire iron.
Jake: "Maybe in the next life you'll become a decent person."
Twirling the tire iron around for a bit, Jake starts bashing the poor purple monster as hard as he could, which combined with his subconscious partial transformation of his hand meant that his attacks were making real progress in denting its frames.
While bashing the monster, Jake started to notice that its headlights started to grow dim along with it oozing more and more black, purple, and red liquids before eventually the creature was gone, leaving only some random car parts and skeletons of various sizes, along with the purple ooze that must have been the hopefully dead symbiote.
Jake then tries to walk away from this fight but finds that he can't.
The only thing Jake can seem to do is move one of his legs away while the other leg stays put; the rest of his body isn't any better, however, as he had to actually force himself not to try and get any closer to the weird purple gunk that was left behind.
Jake: "LET ME GO!"
Ekaj: "So... Ca... Ac..."
Was all Jake seemed to hear from his other half before it conveniently either went back to sleep or just stopped talking to him as Jake tried everything he could reach that wasn't near the gunk to try and free himself.
Sadly, however, all that meant was he could only interact with the tire iron that was still in his hands, a spare tire to his left, and a toolbox that Jake had to stretch really far to reach, including the tire iron, which wasn't even any help as the darn thing was empty except for a can of beer and nuts.
Jake: "(Sarcastically) Good to see that people working on cars are required to get hammered."
Eventually Jake was forced to give in as it was either keep fighting and going nowhere or hope to choke on some nuts or loose control of himself in case he was a lightweight.
The second Jake touched the purple goop, he saw-
And that is all for now hope you all enjoyed until next time stay safe and peace!