Blowback
By mkusenagi2
The
story concept © 5-19-2006.
Kim
Possible and other Disney characters
are
© Disney Co.
Wildcats
and the Wildstorm Universe
are
owned by DC Comics
1
The 'villain' known as Monkey Fist woke in a horror not of his own making.
He was shackled to an autopsy table.
Nude.
Shaven.
He'd voided on himself.
And was sitting in it.
A light shone in his face, blinding him with its intensity.
The last thing he remembered was sitting in his cell.
He'd been tried and convicted for his crimes and shipped to the past through the Door.
A prison removed from the present.
It (the Prison) had been built in the Pre-Cambrian epoch.
"It's about time you woke up." A voice growled in his right ear. "Time's a wastin'. I've got me some assignments to fill and not enough time ta do 'em 'cause of assholes like you. So. Why'd you do it? Kill those kids?"
PAINFUL LIGHT.
BLINDED.
COLD.
and…
Afraid.
"I don't know what you mean…! SEE HERE! UGH!" he grunted as "SMACK!" was heard as Fist's captor smacked him with a star-melon hammer in his gut and placed it on a tray by his head.
"I'm gonna ask one more time. Then…" Voice growled.
"Whpant…what?" Fist gasped.
"I'll show ya." Voice said as he reached for something on his belt.
"I'll tell… WAIT!" Fist cried as his scrotum shriveled into his groin as the item was held before him.
The item disappeared from view…
Then…
"SNIPCRUNCH! AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" was heard as Montgomery Fiske learned about true terror as his left thumb was snipped off.
"Ok. I went a little overboard… I'll be the first to admit it." Voice said. "But I've got nothing on you. How many was it that you kidnapped…" he said as he inserted something into the stump.
Fist grit his teeth as the stump was cauterized.
"NNGGGHHHH!"
The smell of his burning flesh filled his nostrils.
"Ffffive…" Fist whined.
"Don't lie." Voice said as he took his shears and placed them on Fist's right big toe. "I'm gonna do it again if you lie to me. Now how many?"
"I… kidnapped… over… Five Hundred…" he cried.
"And?" Voice.
"I… ate some of them…" he whispered. "Amy gave me the ability to eat their flesh and energies… until she caught me. witch."
"You knew it was wrong," The light went down enough for Fist to see… "Didn't You."
"YOU!" Fist cried as he faced his accuser.
He was a tall platinum blond man wearing a gold eyed, scarlet and black mask.
They were in a high tech lab.
Someone was watching them from a control room.
"Yeahh Asshole… ME! Answer me." Voice said as he pulled out a .50 pistol, cocked it, and placed it between Fist's legs.
"You Wouldn't Dare!" Fist growled.
"Yes he would." Wil Du said over an intercom. "If you're going to do this… at least be humane about it. He has data She needs."
"Okayyy." Voice said as he hit a control on the side of the table and turned it into a chair.
Voice walked out of Fist's vision and brought a bucket full of jelly into view.
"Happy now?" he asked Du.
"Yes. Proceed."
Voice placed Fist's foot in the cold hard jelly and waited for it to set as he tied a tourniquet around his right ankle.
"Ok Asshole. Last Chance…" Voice growled as he took his pistol and cocked it while aiming at Fist's ankle.
"He'll kill me…" Fist whined as he shat himself again. "How'd you…"
"Get you out of the Door? They gave you to me. The UN figures they can use the space better… A library or something… Finger's itchy."
"no…" "BLAM!" Fist passed out from the pain.
Later.
He came to in agonizing pain…
Still in the chair.
Still humiliated.
Minus a foot and thumb.
Breathing his own stink.
'GOD! I'm still alive?' he quaked as Voice loomed over him.
"I shot your foot off. My friend thought it'd be a good idea if we did it in a bucket of ballistic jelly. Neater that way… The new stuff's great, don't ya think? Takes a high vel round and stops it cold SNAP! Just like that!" Voice said as he slid out a stiletto and probed Fist's wound. "Amy did some great work with your mutation… But it's another thing when you're worked over by an expert… like me. Now I'm gonna ask ya one more time… Who told ya to do it, and why?"
"I TOLD YOU, HE'LL KILL ME!"
"And I'LL Kill ya if you DON'T. The only difference is that I'll be merciful… unlike what you did to you victims. C'mon Monty… grow a backbone…" Voice said as he tweaked the nerves in the mutate's stump.
Monkey Fist… formerly known as Lord Montgomery Fiske looked at his torturer.
And internally collapsed.
He knew who this was… he could feel their power.
"I'll tell… nngh… if you show me who you are and kill me… just make them pay…" he whined as he hung his head in shame.
"Talk first." Voice said.
"he did… IO."
"It's a lie." Voice said. "Whisper in my ear."
Fiske did so.
"You're sure?" Voice asked.
Fiske nodded yes.
"And your condition… his fault too?" He asked Fiske.
"Yes. He told me it… the treatment would make me invincible… Amy used me… I became his tool… you know the rest…" he looked down the barrel at Hell. "Is she ok?"
"Surgically? Yeah. Mentally… she will be. Her cousin's making sure…" Voice said. "When'd you know?"
"The Power. You have it. ALL of it. I can smell it now. At least someone worthy took it from me… WE… Humans have a chance. He's got a partner, powerful bastard. Alien. Tell her I'm sorry." he wept.
"No." Voice said as he pulled off his mask.
"You're… no…!" Fiske quaked as he gazed into dead eyes and realized what he was facing… not who.
"Blowback… Son Of Grifter… Or 'the Buffoon' at your service." Ron Stoppable grinned as his finger prepared to squeeze the trigger.
And eased off.
"Go To Helcrnunchmmggph!" Fiske struggled as the gun was shoved through his teeth.
"You go to hell. For what you did to Joss… to get at KP… it's the least you can do."
"!"
"Oh yeah. Joss' Dad paid me… He was busy with something at the time… you know him by another name… Dutch." Ron said.
Fiske's bowels turned to water.
Ron pulled the gun from Fiske's mouth and grinned.
"In fact he's here to see you." Ron rose and left through the lab door as a tall man in green and black armor walked in. "He's all yours. I softened him up for ya." Ron said as he left.
"Thanks." Dutch growled as he began to 'talk' to Fiske.
TBC