Rockin' in the Southside!

Hey folks! L1701E here! I got a brand spankin' new fic for you! In this fic, I introduce to you a team of mutants suggested to me by Aaron: the Southside Misfits, a team of rag-tag mutants who operate from Chicago, Illinois. Anyway, I hope you like this story!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel Comics and Sunbow Entertainment. The Southside Misfits belong to Aaron. Thanks for letting me use them, man.

Chapter 1: New Friends!

Chicago, Illinois

Chicago, Illinois. The home of the blues and some of the most beautiful skyscrapers in America. And on one of the roads going into the city, one could see a certain bright red car.

"Wow. It sure is nice to see Chicago again." Kitty Pryde smiled from the passenger seat of the bright red car.

"I thought you grew up in Northbrook." Jake Wildfire said from the driver's seat. He was driving into Chicago.

"Yeah, but I've been here lots of times." Kitty replied. "Like, thanks again for coming with me to Chicago."

"Sure, Kitty." Jake smiled. "It was no problem. I was going to be sent here anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, rumors are flying that there are a bunch of mutants acting like superheroes in town." Jake replied. "Althea and Hawk sent wanted me to go down and investigate."

"An attempt at recruitment, right?" Kitty crossed her arms.

"Isn't that why you're coming here?" Jake smirked. "I figured we might as well work together."

"You got a point, Red Dragon." Kitty nodded. "Oh yeah, I've been doing e-correspondence with a girl from Chicago. She sent me a picture." Kitty showed Jake a picture of a red-haired Asian girl. Jake shot a quick peek.

"She's pretty. What's her screen?" Jake asked.

"You use e-mail?" Kitty blinked. Jake didn't seem like the type of person to use e-mail.

"Yeah." Jake blinked. "I write editorials for a wrestling website every couple weeks. I have to use e-mail to send it in."

"I guess you get a lot of responses, considering that you know a lot about the wrestling business."

"Kitty, it's my life." Jake smiled.

"Like, what kind of powers do you think these mutants have?" Kitty wondered.

"I don't know." Jake shrugged. "It will be interesting to meet them, though."

"Yeah." Kitty agreed. Suddenly, a Chicago police car raced by the red car Jake drove.

"What in the world?!" Kitty exclaimed.

"Let's check it out." Jake said. "Hey!" What appeared to be a blur covered in electricity raced by in the air. "That's got to be one of the mutants! Only a mutant or some kind of altered human could cause that!"

"Let's go!" Kitty ordered. Jake stepped on the gas and raced as he could legally after the flying blur of lightning. "Jake, go faster!"

"I can't! My dad would kill me if he found out I got a parking ticket!" Jake exclaimed.

"He's wrestling in Japan!" Kitty exclaimed in response.

"You underestimate my dad's ability to find out things. He could be in space and he'd still find out." Jake replied. They weaved and dodged through the traffic until they saw something shocking. The blur of lightning hovered down right next to him. The blur was actually human! The teenage Caucasian boy had black hair in a mullet and blue eyes hidden behind a pair of yellow sunglasses with black lenses. He was clad in what appeared to be a yellow lab coat with purple sleeves and a purple lightning bolt stripe on each breast of the jacket. His hands were covered in yellow biker gloves with black studded wristbands. He wore a purple-and-black checkerboard t-shirt with the top button undone and a slightly-undone yellow tie. He also wore yellow slacks with a purple studded belt and yellow Converse shoes with purple socks.

"Hey-you-why-are-you-following-me?" The boy said quickly.

"A speedster." Kitty blinked.

"And an electrokinetic, like my brother." Jake nodded.

"Hey-wait! You're-Jake-Wildfire! You're-Red-Dragon! Awesome! Nice-to-meet-a-fellow-Misfit!"

"A fellow Misfit?!" Red Dragon and Shadowcat said in shock.

"Yep-yep-yep! I'm Johnny-B-Goode-of-the-Southside-Misfits!"

"Southside Misfits?!" Kitty exclaimed. "Jake, did-?"

"No, if there was a third team, my teammates and the West Coast guys would've known about it." Jake replied. "I think that he's one of those mutant vigilantes we heard about."

"Hey Goode, what's going on here?" Kitty asked loudly.

"Something-big-downtown." Johnny replied. "Hang-on-dudes!" He created a net of electricity that wrapped itself around the car. Johnny B. Goode took to the air, dragging the car behind him.

"Now I know what it's like to fly with your brother." Kitty said to Jake.

"Don't ask me. I can fly myself." Jake climbed out of the car and flew behind. He hit a button on his watch, causing him to be in his Misfit costume, and then he shifted into his Dragon Mode so he could keep up with the super-fast flying electrokinetic.

"Good thing I, like, brought this." Kitty pulled her Shadowcat costume from her bag. "I totally knew I'd need it."

Okay, this is getting very weird. Jake mused to himself as he flew behind the car. An unofficial group of Misfits. Maybe the Misfits are a bigger influence on the mutant community than I thought.

Man, Scott would be totally ticked if he found out about this. Southside Misfits, huh? And according to Jake, this group isn't GI Joe-formed. He does have a point. If a third Misfit team was being formed, Althea would rub it in Scott's face. I wonder where these 'Southside Misfits' came from? Kitty's mulling ended when Johnny B. Goode landed. Jake landed a couple seconds afterward.

"Okay Johnny B, what's going on?" Jake asked.

"Johnny B. Goode!" Two boys ran up to the 80s-dressing kid. One was a large muscular African-American kid who appeared to be a little over six feet tall. His brown hair was in chin-length dreadlocks, dark brown eyes, and he had 5 o'clock shadow. He had on a backwards black White Sox cap. He was clad in a black t-shirt with "I am trouble" on it, torn-up black jeans, short black leather jacket, and black combat boots. He also had on a black bandanna. The other was shorter, around 5'5". He had chin-length black hair with blond streaks, brown eyes, and a skin tone that indicated he was a mix of Caucasian and Native American. He was clad in a blue bandanna with a couple warriors' feathers attached to it. He was clad in a glittery green-and-brown camouflage basketball jersey with an orange up-and-down-pointing arrow on it. He had on matching glittery slacks with the orange arrow on the front of the left leg. Around his neck was a thin gold chain, and pumps on his feet. He was rather toned.

"Hey Trouble! Hey WrongWay! Guys, meet Red Dragon! He's one of the East Coast Misfits." Johnny grinned.

"Unofficially." Jake added.

"Guys, the big man with dreadlocks is Trouble, and the short guy is WrongWay."

"Watch your language, Goody-Two-Shoes, or else I won't help you find the remote control anymore." The half-Caucasian, half-Native American kid laughed.

"My name is Kitty, but they call me Shadowcat." Kitty phased out of the car, dressed in her X-Men uniform. "I'm from the X-Men."

"Charmed." WrongWay winked. "My name is Mike Baxter. My big best bud over here is Eric Phillips. I'm called WrongWay. Don't let it fool you. My mutant powers allow me to find anyone or anything. I also have a photographic memory that was enhanced by my X-Gene. Eric's called Trouble. He gets into trouble a lot. Nothing can hurt him, and he can lift a pretty ton." The big African-American mutant nodded.

"I've heard of you X-Men." Eric looked at Kitty. "No offense, but I don't like the thought of answering to some bald mind-reader."

"You don't like answering to anybody, man!" Mike laughed. "The only reason you answer to Kid Superstar is out of respect."

"He earned it." Eric said simply.

"I'm sure you guys heard of me." Jake said simply. "What's going on here?"

"And like, who's Kid Superstar?"

Well, looks like some new players enter the fold! Who is Kid Superstar? Who else comprise the Southside Misfits? What is the trouble going down? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!