Zombies in Chicago!

Author's Note: Hey there, folks! L1701E here! It's that time of year again! It's time for another fun Halloween fic starring one of the three Misfit teams in my Misfit-verse. This time, I'm having an adventure with the Southside Misfits, the unofficial Misfit team, as well as their Joe liaison, the pilot Raven. And of course, considering this is a Misfit team, expect the usual insanity and action!

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Marvel Comics and Hasbro. The Southside Misfits were originally created by Aaron. And here's your quote: "STRYCHNINE?!" - Det. Harvey Bullock, Batman: The Animated Series

Chapter 1: A Night in the Firehouse.

Chicago, Illinois

A quiet night in Chicago. At least, that's how things started out with this tale. We now focus on an old abandoned firehouse in town. It wasn't actually abandoned as it became the residence of sorts to a rag-tag team of mutants who dubbed themselves "The Southside Misfits". The group were also a rock band called the Southside Rockers. When their existence was discovered, a Joe was assigned to watch over the kids. That Joe was a Native American woman codenamed Raven, a former Cobra pilot who defected to the Joes. She was currently sitting in the kitchen, reading a book.

"...Hello." A chirpy voice greeted. Raven looked up and saw a flying red-haired Asian girl grinning at her. Her grin was a crazy one, and she was upside down. Lisa Blaze, aka Fyre, was one of the Rockers' keyboard players. She also had the power to fly, generate, and manipulate flame. She also was , like the Australian Misfit known as Pyro...not all there in the head.

"Hello, Lisa." Raven greeted. "What are you up to? And I've told you about flying upside down like that. You'll make the blood rush to your head, and you'll black out. Again."

"But I'm bored." Lisa pouted. "I wanna go out and get some candy." Raven sighed.

"Lisa, it's not Halloween yet." The Native American Joe reminded. "Not to mention that we know what happens when you have sugar. And aren't you a little old to trick-or-treat?"

"Nuh-uh." Lisa shook her head, still upside down. "You're never too old to go up to an old lady's front door in a cute costume and get candy. Not to mention there's the pranks." The Irish-Cambodian girl giggled madly. "I love pranks."

"Most people throw eggs and toilet paper on Halloween, not fireballs." Raven sighed.

"Oh, it's not like anyone got hurt...just members of the Chicago chapter of the FoH, but nobody cares about them." Lisa sniffed.

"Just find a way to amuse yourself without damaging something." Raven sighed.

"Oh, alright..." Lisa pouted as she hovered away.

"Lisa, fly right-side up!" Raven called. "You'll black out again ah whatever." She noticed a pretty blonde-haired girl walk in and start to make a sandwich. The girl had a birthmark of a red four-pointed star over her eye. She was dressed like an 80s rocker, but mainly in red. She was Jennifer Hendrix "Jenni" Starr. She was codenamed Shining Star for her mutant powers of hypnotic and photokinetic powers. She was the Rockers' lead singer and bassist. "Hello, Jenni."

"Oh, hi Raven." Jenni smiled. "I'm just taking a snack break."

"I see. What're you doing, Jennifer?" Raven inquired.

"I'm on the roof with a telescope, watching the stars." Jenni answered. "Johnny B told me he was observing some stars. And since I've taken a bit of liking to astronomy myself, I volunteered to help him while he's in his lab."

"I see." Raven nodded. "You know, I heard that Johnny B has been writing a lot of angry letters to the Interplanetary Astronomical Union." Jenni sighed.

"Yeah, he's been on a tear ever since they decided Pluto was no longer a planet." Jenni nodded. Johnny B's voice could be heard from the floor. (1)

"Pluto is a planet! Nobody complained in 1930! It's been a planet for decades without problems!" (2)

Meanwhile, in the living room of the firehouse, two members of the Rockers were sitting on the couch.

Jason Vincent was the Southside Rockers' lead guitarist. The African-American mutant was the leader of the Southside Misfits. He was codenamed Kid Superstar for his mutant power of adaptability. He could temporarily gain a power to help him out of a situation. He was on the couch, snuggled up next to his girlfriend, Victoria "Vicki" Stephens, aka Vixen. The Caucasian teenager had her black with red-streaked hair in a ponytail. She had the power to alter probability like the Scarlet Witch and had the ability to charm people. Thanks to a strange red guitar that could turn into a pendant she hung around her neck, she also had the power to manipulate energy and flight. The two were snuggling on the couch, watching a movie. Vixen was sitting

"Timmy, we have to start the reactor! It's the only way to stop those mad horses!"

"Screw you, man! You're starting this reactor over my dead body, McRandall!"

"Timmy, have you gone nuts?! We can't do this now! People are dying!"

"That's not important right now, McRandall! You and I are going to settle this right now!"

"Settle what?!"

"I'm sick and tired of you getting everything and me getting jack squat!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Man, that guy is messed up." Vicki scooped up some popcorn and shoved it in her mouth.

"Ah, it's in all these movies. There's always that one guy that goes completely bonkers." Jason shrugged.

"I'm just glad we got to do something together, Jay." Vicki smiled. "It's been pretty crazy in Chicago lately."

"Another day, another brawl with Metallix or someone else." Jason shrugged. "And that fight with the Absorbing Man, Titania, and the Wrecking Crew was a load of laughs."

"Especially since Creel was trying to beat Bulldozer senseless for eyeing up Titania." Vicki snickered. "At least, he thought he did." Another teenage boy with dark hair streaked with blond, slid down the railing of the nearby stairs, dressed in a black sweater with a dark green business jacket and matching slacks, a gold chain around his neck with a pendant shaped like an arrow. He grinned as he looked at himself in a mirror.

Mike Baxter was half-Caucasian, half-Native American. Codenamed WrongWay as a joke on his mutant ability to find anyone or anything, Mike was the Rockers bass and saxophone player. He also fancied himself a bit of a ladies' man, but his actual record with the ladies wasn't that great. He loved the ladies, but the one he fancied the most was Danielle Moonstar, the New Mutant codenamed Mirage.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, Jean Claude Van Damme, I'm fine!" Mike grinned. (3)

"Hey, Mike." Jason grinned. "Finally got yourself a date?"

"Yeah, a little honey named Heather." Mike grinned. "She just had to take one look at me, and she wanted me so badly."

"Heh. That unlucky streak is finally ending." Vixen snickered.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." Mike frowned. "You're a funny woman, Vick."

"I try." Vicki grinned sweetly at him.

"Hold it, Baxter." Raven walked up to him. "I want to make sure that you know how to treat a lady, WrongWay."

"Aw, man..." Mike moaned. Downstairs, John Bradley Gooden, aka Johnny B. Goode, was working on a gadget in his lab. He made the basement into his own personal laboratory.

Johnny B was a black-mulleted kid, dressed in a lab coat, blue-jeans, and a green shirt with the top button undone. He managed the Rockers, but he also played keyboards for them. He was a speedster who also had electrokinetic powers. A scientist and inventor at heart, Johnny B was gifted with a genius intellect and a love of all things scientific.

"Okay..." Johnny B pulled up his welding mask, put down his soldering iron, and smiled at the invention he was working on. He was working on a circuit board.

"Yo." A tall, powerfully-built black teen slid into the lab, dressed in black. Eric Phillips was the Rockers' drummer. He was also codenamed Trouble because his short temper and tendency to curse heavily when angered combined with his great strength and invulnerability, made him disaster-prone. He was already banned from Soldier Field for beating up a football player. "Hey nerdo, what're you doing?"

"Just fixing something." Johnny B answered. Eric frowned and picked up a watch.

"Hey, what's this?"

"Oh, I've been looking for that!" Johnny B noticed. "I promised Kitty I'd build a gadget to help her friend Rogue with her power problems. I kept forgetting to send it. Thanks a lot." Johnny took the gadget and put it in his coat.

"Aw muthatrucka, don't put it in your coat, man! Things go in there, they never come back out!" Eric groaned.

"Eric, you really oughta cut back on the...mothatrucka?" Johnny repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah, they got that stupid swear jar upstairs." Eric grumbled. "Everybody complains about my cursing."

"Well..." Johnny B admitted nervously. "You do curse a lot, my friend. Especially when you get mad. And it's easy for you to get mad."

"I just wish people would leave me alone about it." Trouble grumbled. "I like my foul mouth."

"Well, the air was starting to turn blue during your last tantrum." Johnny B snickered. "And we managed to raise 50 bucks last week in that jar." Eric grumbled as he walked away.

"It was my money, stupid razzin-frazzin jar..." The super-strong drummer grumbled. Johnny B chuckled and went back to his work.

"Hopefully, this night will continue to be a quiet one." Johnny B chuckled. "At least for us."

Don't hold your breath, Johnny B! What madness will happen next? What will happen in Chicago, and can the Southside Misfits stop it? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!

(1) – Don't blame NASA, folks. The IAU decides what are and are not planets. NASA just finds 'em and explores 'em. Pluto's denomination has many astronomers in an uproar.

(2) – Pluto was discovered on February 18, 1930 by astronomer Clyde William Tombaugh.

(3) - A joke from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.