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Ch. 3 Teamwork


Talon was still staring at the two cenobites in her cell

"What the hell is going on?"

The old woman came out of the shadows. "It would seem that you're in the middle of a rebellion dear."

Talon looked at the old woman. "A rebellion? How does a place like this get so easily overthrown?"

"Oh it wasn't easy dear. It took years even centuries of planning. How did they catch you? Couldn't you have flown away before they put you here?"

Talon looked around them. "They had me tied up and I didn't want to abandon my friends. I don't even know why we're here and how to get out."

"Lodovico and Channard have gone too far this time Balberith." The second cenobite had finally spoken. It was actually a bit of a relief to Talon. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. Every part of his body was decorated in an elaborate tattoo.

"It's alright to stare that's why they're there child."

Out of nowhere the three heard an explosion in the distance. After that they heard a few cheers and some cursing.

"That's probably Hotstreak," sighed Talon

A few moments later, another sound was heard coming from the opposite direction. It was the sound of metal bars falling to ground.

"It would seem someone else has escaped." Balberith began. "There's still a chance to bring order back to our world and send you and your friends home"


Amongst the labyrinth of cells, Shiv, Face, Atkins, & Hotstreak searched for friends and allies.

Atkins and Hotstreak had been silent for a while now "So how can you shoot fire kid?"

"A chemical explosion during a gang fight."

"So you're like a superhero then?"

"Fuck no! I'm not the honest crime fighting kinda guy."

"Well that's good because I'd have to kill you if you were a hero. They cause too many problems those mother fuckin' goody two shoes."

Hotstreak was starting to like this guy. He was loud and opinionated. The two acted exactly the same. A few feet ahead Atkins had stopped.

"Kid get in front of me there's someone coming."

"But you have a metal pole. That'd be a lot more effective on these guys than a fireball."

"True can't burn something to death if it's already dead. Okay then you stay back there."

As Atkins swung the metal pole they heard a sickening thunk. A small figure with purple hair fell to the ground.

"Oh shit," moaned Hotstreak, "That was Shiv."

"Relax kid I didn't kill him…yet."

A second figure poked around the corner. Hotstreak went on the attack but Atkins quickly stopped him.

"Face how the fuck did you get out?"

"The boy you bludgeoned got me out. We were going to find the others."

"Well it's not my fault he wasn't watching where he was going."

As the two cenobite argued, Hot Streak walked over to Shiv. There was a small trickle of blood on his face. Atkins was right he hadn't killed him but there was no way he was waking up anytime soon.

"Both of you just shut the hell up will ya?" Now there was silence as Face and Atkins ceased their arguing.

"You got guts kid I like that," Atkins chuckled. He tossed Shiv over his shoulder and began walking off.

"You stay with Face kid. The two of you go find the pinheaded prick. I'm going to find the old hag; she can probably take care of this genius. After you do that I guess meet outside the war room and then we'll wake up Flagellum and fix all of this shit."

Face stopped him."Atkins what if your plan fails?"

"Listen Face I'm just here to kick ass and chew bubblegum by the time we get there I will be all out of gum."

Hotstreak left with the other cenobite as Atkins disappeared down another corridor.

"This way boy." He chimed


By now, Hotstreak was starting to get a bit annoyed. He went from being called kid to boy. He was eighteen years old and far from being a kid.

"Please don't call me boy. I'm eighteen years old."

"So perhaps I should call you Francis? Oh don't worry I know all about you."

He was at a loss for words now.

"On second thought boy is fine."

Face smirked as the continued down the path. Each time they reached a cell, a gleam of hope shot through Face's expression. When the cell was empty, that hope quickly disappeared. Suddenly, they heard shouting from the very end of the row of cells.

"Face get over here you damn actor and help me out. Free me for the good of our god Leviathan."

The two ran towards the shouting cell. Inside was a young man in a military uniform.

"Master is that you?"

"Yes you idiot now get me out of here!"

Face stared at the bars. He looked at the prisoner and then at Hot Streak.

"Boy burn down the bars and free him."

Hotstreak began melting the bars. The task was long and tedious and there was little energy left for him to work with. After breaking down the weakened bars, he fell to the ground exhausted.

"Face pick the boy up. We'll take him to my quarters and wait for the others there."

Hotstreak stumbled to his feet before Face helped him. Even in hell, he wasn't going to fall down that easily. They followed the newly released fugitive to a small room past the prison cells. Unlike Face and Atkins, this man wasn't scarred and maimed. Instead of bounding leather, he wore an old military uniform. Hot Streak watched as the two cenobites discussed the chaos that overran their order. The second cenobite came over to Hotstreak.

"How did you and your friends get here?"

"That fucking puzzle box that's how. We didn't open it and suddenly the thing opened up and sent us here."

"So no one solved the puzzle?"

"Only Ebon and that was before we found it."

Face suddenly interjected. "They had one of Channard and Lodovico's configurations. They're quite juvenile and break all the laws lord Leviathan placed on each box."

The other cenobite looked frustrated. "First that fool kills my subordinates. Then, he separated my two beings and now he wishes to destroy order! I will not stand for this any longer if these mortals you found help us I will gladly release them on the ground that they protected our order."

Hotstreak looked at the raging cenobite.

"Look here….."

"Elliot Spencer."

"Look here Elliot; I don't know what the hell is going on here this morning I was a typical street thug terrifying the city. I just want to leave this place and go home."

"If you don't help us you won't be able to go back. Your escape is through me."

He sat there for a moment silent. He had no interest in fighting a battle that wasn't his. Still if he wanted to leave, he had no choice.

"Fine I'll help you but as soon as this is done I'm getting the fuck out of here."

"Very well, you and your friends can go as soon as we finish this fight."

Now there was nothing left to do but Wait for Atkins to return.


Author's message: I do apologize for this being soooooooo late. I was slightly overcome by this thing called life. Anywho I have lots of free time now and have no problem writing the last few chapters of this. Since this is my first crossover fan fiction I would really like some feedback. This helps me decide if I should make more crossovers or just stick with one fandom at a time. As usual read review and love.