L.A. 7:30 PM Saturday present time
"I am soooooo not gonna help you pick that guy up!" Gertrude shouted to Chase. "aw c'mon, you just saw him kick some evil Fruit's ass first hand! the least we can do is drag him out of here!" "fine. But we're not going to bring his butt to the Hostel." "that's why I love ya babe." Chase winked as he placed his hands under the boy's armpits. "save it." Gert gave Chase the evil eye, as she tried to lift the boy by his legs.
2 hours earlier
"Mwahahahaha! Bow unto me, your new Ruler: Mammon! General of hell's 7th circle!" A naked man with seven set of flaming wings crowed to the crowd bellow. "Do not defy me! Or be destroyed by my awesome Demonic army! And that's not the end of it my dear Dweller's of the 'angels', I shall feast on your souls! Now on your knees!" he screamed once more.
"ugh! That guy needs to put some pants on." Chase said in disgust. "My feelings exactly. Where's the rest of the guys when you need 'em!" Gertrude said in a panic. The rest of the Runaways crew are out scavenging for food and other necessities. It seems that Chase and Gert are on this case by themselves.
"Old Lace couldn't handle that wacko! The guy's got six flaming wings for God's sakes!" "Seven." Gertrude raised her eyebrow and stared at chase. Chase shrugged his shoulders. "soooorry, for being right." "This isn't the time to argue Chase! We need to contact the others! Fast! This is just one of them times I wish we had one of them Avengers communication thingy." Chase grabbed Gert's hand and tried to run out of the crowd. "c'mon….. the leapfrogs around here somewhere! God! Where the hell did I parked that damned thing!"
Chase begins to get irritated as he struggled against the panicking crowd. "Do not run children! I can sense something among you!" Mammon, sniffed in the crowd as he can sense a powerful aura among the crowd. "Rise my minions! Rise from the bowels of hell! Time to do your master's bidding! Arise!"
the streets began to shake violently. Cracks begin to form and manholes shoots straight to the air with blood red geyser's spurting out through the air. Shadowy mists with a glowing eerie eyes slipped pass the cracks. The mists begin to solidify. A Man-goat holding a bloody axe. A headless man with eyes all over his body. Creatures of different mangled forms begin to exist.
"This isn't happening! This isn't happening!" Chase repeated to himself in horrid disbelief. One of the creatures stopped him dead in his tracks. It stared directly at him. "Old lace, sick 'em!" Gert screamed. Old Lace immediately pounced on the goat-man taking it by surprise. Old Lace either driven by the immense anger of her psychic partner or just by it's old dinosaur ways, tore the creature apart. "Don't look!" chase immediately covered her eyes and closed his own too.
The scattered pieces of viscera and limb Begins to go back its former mist state. It gets sucked in one of the cracks. "one down…" All the creatures begin to look at Gert, Chase, and old lace's general direction. "Several hundred to go…." The creatures began to encircle the couple.