Madman on Wheels!

Hey folks, L1701E here! And guess what, I have a brand spankin' new Kid Razor story up for you! This time, we introduce another member of Kid Razor's rogues gallery: The demonic biker known as Motorhead!

Chapter 1: A New Villain!

Bobby Parkins's Dorm

"Ooh! Put this on, man!" Daniel "Fingers" Carrington said to Tommy Baines. The two kids were sitting on the couch in Bobby's dorm room, watching TV. "I told you they put good stuff on the History Channel at times."

"Yeah. Man, look at that. Jeremy Todd, the most infamous biker ever to roam America's highways." Tommy blinked.

"Yeah, the only man to ever have warrants for his arrest in all 48 states in the continental U.S." Fingers grinned. "Man, that guy was insane!"

"Yeah, but at least he didn't always go into other people's dorms without their asking." A voice said. The two Cavaliers looked up and saw Bobby Parkins. He glared at the Cavaliers, arms crossed and foot tapping.

"So…" Tommy blinked. "How was the date with Joan?"

"Fine." Bobby sat down on the couch with his three friends. "It was good, but that Dr. Reptile guy attacked. You know, I'm seriously thinking about charging you guys rent for staying here, seeing as the only time I never see you guys here is when you're in bed." He looked at the screen. "What you watching?"

"It's a documentary on Jeremy Todd." Fingers replied. "The world's most notorious biker. A lot of legends go out about that man."

"Some say he sold his soul to a demon." Tommy said.

I've met a demon before (1). I would not be surprised if that was a true story. Bobby mentally added.

(1) - See "Birth of a Juke Box Hero"

"Some say he was born without one." Fingers replied. "I mean, he went nuts on the highways: He tried to blast cars off the highway, ravaged gas stations with those mini-marts, and rumors say he killed several people. He raced down the highways with a shotgun and a chainsaw."

"He was the only man to ever have outstanding warrants for his arrest in all 48 Continental states at the exact same time." Tommy added.

"I heard that he's dead." Bobby added. "He crashed into a cop car and got killed on impact. The cop survived. In fact, he was rewarded!"

"Owch." Fingers groaned.

"Man, I can't imagine someone like that madman ever roaming the streets of America." Bobby blinked.

"Don't worry about it. He's been dead for years. There's no way he's ever coming back." Tommy rolled his eyes.

Over the skies of Cleveland, ten minutes later

"Ohhhhhhhhh lovely day…" Kid Razor sang to himself as he flew over the skies of Cleveland. "Ahh, what a great day! No bad guys, and best of all, Jubilee's in New York, with her little buddies in the X-Men."

"You are in a good mood." Ronnie Rocker grinned as he appeared.

"Yeah. No Jubilee." Razor laughed. "She's gone visiting her buds over at that Institute place. Leaving one happy super-powered rocker. I feel great! I think the Kid of Rock's hearing has returned a little bit." Razor joked. "Only bad thing about it is that she will come back. So the Kid of Rock intends to enjoy the time she is gone. He's talking squeeze every ounce of fun and excitement out of it."

"Why do I get the feeling that there will be plenty of excitement going on today?" Ronnie sighed.

The catacombs of the Hellfire Club building, New York

Selene watched over the Fearless Kid Razor in her crystal ball. So far, she saw him take on the demon Xantor, the mammoth-man mutant Tusk, and the transformed scientist Dr. Reptile. And she was growing impressed with Razor's power and his ability to retain his cool under pressure. She knew that Razor's inability to be afraid was because of the influence of the magical guitar he carried.

"My Queen, you wished me to see something?" A gravelly voice said. Selene turned around and saw a tall, ugly stone-skinned demon with spines down his back.

"Yes, Blackheart. Take a look at this." She pointed at the ball. Blackheart was the son of the demon Mephisto, and was the Black King of the New York Hellfire Club. He was brought in as part of one of Selene's past schemes to create a demonic version of the Club, but she was thwarted by the Fantastic Four and some allies known as the Shadow Hunters a long time ago. Blackheart peered at the ball.

"Another gaudily-costumed super-mortal. He does not concern me."

"My King, have you never heard of the Power of Rock?" Selene laughed. Blackheart furrowed his brow.

"Yes, a little. It was believed to be this mighty mystical force. So?"

"This mortal who calls himself Kid Razor was chosen to wield that power." Selene replied. "His guitar is the source."

"And let me guess my Queen, you want that power for yourself."

"Indeed. Imagine us with that guitar in our possession." A gleeful twinkle arose in Selene's eyes as she spoke. "No one would be able to stand against us. Not those X-Men, not the so-called Fantastic Four, not even those Avengers can stop us. We could rule the world."

"Maybe I can help you obtain your desired guitar." Blackheart smirked. "Before I was trapped here, I obtained the maniacal soul of a biker named Jeremy Todd."

"A mere biker?" Selene scoffed. "No offense dear Blackheart, but how will the soul of a motorcyclist be of any use to me?"

"He was a madman. He killed without thought and ravaged the highways without mercy. He cared nothing for other lives' safety or peace. An evil soul indeed. Perhaps with your magic, we can use him to get that guitar you desire." Blackheart said.

"I like this 'Jeremy Todd' already." Selene smirked. "Bring the soul, and I shall give him new life."

"You will like him, my Queen. He was my most loyal servant. He so enjoyed letting darkness rule his heart." Blackheart walked off, out to get the soul he was talking about.

Cleveland, Ohio

"Help!" A lady screamed as a masked man ran off with her purse. "Somebody stole my purse!"

Heh heh, easy money. The purse-snatcher thought. He then saw Kid Razor standing in front of him. "Oh shoot!"

"Oh cool! The Masked Magician!" Razor grinned. "A little late to be wearing that mask again, huh Valentino?" The masked man whipped out a gun, only amusing Razor.

"I got a gun, man! Stay back!"

"Dude, magicians don't use guns. Oh yeah, and I got a trick for you: I'm going to make that purse disappear from your hand." Razor laughed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Razor smirked. He kicked the gun out of the robber's hand, then hit him in the nose with a palm shot. As the thief recovered, Razor took the purse and threw it back to the lady.

"Hey, where'd that purse go?" The robber asked as he looked at his hands.

"Sorry. Magician's Code. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. But you never cared much, did you Valentino?" Razor knocked him out with a roundhouse kick.

"Thank you, Kid Razor! Thank you!" The woman said.

"No prob." Razor shrugged. "Just call the cops and they can do the rest. See you on the charts!" Razor took to the air. He shuddered. What in the name of Judas Priest…I've been getting this weird feeling I'm being watched for over a couple weeks now. What is going on here? It's really weird. I'm going to have to talk to Ronnie about this. Maybe he knows what the heck is going on around here.

Well, looks like something new is going to happen? What the heck was up with Blackheart and that soul? What craziness will happen next? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!