A Sorcerer Hunters Fanfic – Green With Evil
Written by WDCain-Man
Disclaimer: Sorcerer Hunters is copyright by A.D. Vision. But why won't they give them to me? Haven't they've seen the reviews I've been getting for this baby?!
And speaking of reviews, I've been getting a lot of them saying they can't understand how Carrot was left at the hands of two psychos while the others knew and did nothing. As I said in chapter one, this story takes off from episode 17, 'The Hospital of Love.' You can find this episode on the Sorcerer Hunters Revenge tape vol. 1 if you watch it. I had originally intended this chapter to be a side-story with the Hunters having to deal with Carrot's 'death' and the repercussions. But after reading 'Darkness Within' by Dragon Trainer (An awesome story that I thank God he finished) I felt I couldn't do a better funeral fic than that brilliant piece so I decided to put the funeral story off for another chapter.
Anyway, on to the main event!
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Green With Evil
Part Four:
A Change of Plans
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Creme had just walked into Carrot's small mansion. It was a rather nice place to live, much better than what a normal Parsoner's home. But if there was one thing that Carrot wasn't is normal. It was a magnificent concrete built, two story house that was built over a hidden treasure: A basement full of pot!
Smiling to himself, Creme walked over to the doorway that lead down to the basement. His nose twitched taking in the delicious aroma he found waiting. Even if he was struck blind, he could find his way to the chamber that had a variable fortune in it. Walking down the stairwell, Creme came face to face with his best friend: Cookie the drunk!
"HEY COOKIE! WAZZUP?" Creme gave Cookie the peace sign. "And just where is our esteem leader?"
Cookie peered over the already empty scotch bottle and placed it on the floor next to the others before pulling another out of his jacket. This was the reason why Carrot only gave Cookie the extra key to the basement: He couldn't trust a pothead like Creme having full run of the joint.
Cookie smiled his typical carefree grin. "Oh, the boss is at school."
Creme blinked. "School? Why the Hell does he go ta' school?! He already got the education he needs." Creme glanced at a clock hanging from the wall. "Besides, it's passed midnight. What's he doing, taking night classes?
Cookie changed his carefree grin for a devious one. "Well, you could say that... Besides, I promised to watch the palace while he was gone."
Creme scratched his chin and spoke in a far off tone. "I wonder what class he's in now."
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The giant muscle man looked around the battle arena in desperation trying to find his opponent. Already he had over a half dozen gashes though his flesh, pouring his crimson blood over the area. It seemed like a gallon of the previous life fluid was dripping down his huge chest, making it the same color as his red clothing. Their was little he could have done to prevent the injuries. His enemy's movements were so quiet that he didn't even need the cheering of the crowds to mask his presence.
SQUISH
The huge man screamed in agony as he placed his hand over the deep wound just inflicted on his shoulder. His vision was beginning to blur do to loss of blood. The only hoped he had of winning was to quickly get a hold of his speedy opponent and crush him to death. But his hopes were dashed as his eyes caught a glimmer of light above him. The ceiling! That was where the enemy was hiding at. But this knowledge came too late as the enemy dropped from above to deliver the killing strike.
SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLURP-KATHUNK
Most spectators would have been horrified to see a man's body racked with deep gashes and having their head fall off and bounce on the floor. But Carrot wasn't like most spectators.
Instead of cheering for the winner, Carrot found himself comparing the pluses and minuses of his style. That metal glove with the 3 eighteen inch blades on it does add a lot of reach, plus it would distract the enemy by keeping his eyes focused on it. Also that white mask would keep me hidden and provide protection for the face. And his agility and stealth easily surpasses anything the Misu sisters have. I could beat him, but it wouldn't be easy. His violent and sadistic style would leave me racked with several injuries before I would land a killing blow. Conclusion: The perfect style to make a person suffer a long, violent death. It seems Vega, the Spanish Ninja, has much I could learn from. I wonder what Vega would say if he found out he was teaching me without even knowing it.
Carrot smiled evilly. Coming to these underground tournaments and learning all the different styles with his Photographic Reflexes was well worth the time. The deceased loser called Zangief was being carried out of the arena. Carrot scoffed at him. His wrestling style was completely useless in anything but a grappling match. It amazed Carrot that he was even able to last as long as he did against Vega. Carrot compared the match to the one with Gateau soon. While the blond muscle man was incredibly strong and was a much better fighter than Zangief, Carrot didn't see a different outcome than the result in Vega's match. Carrot smiled as he pictured holding Gateau's severed head in his hands. His eyes permanently frozen in silent horror.
But enough of pleasant fantasies, Carrot was here to learn. It was time for the next match. And Carrot nearly stumbled when he took sight of the man entering the ring. He was a giant figure, over eight feet tall that wore a silver samurai helmet along with a red football jersey and blue jeans. His movements suggested an almost clown-like persona that was masked with a hint of incompetence. Carrot briefly wondered if there was anyone more foolish than this cretin. That was when a fat ass in a giant diaper entered the ring.
The ring announcer spoke to the audience. "THIS ROUND WE HAVE SODOM THE SAMURAI VS E. HONDA!"
There was a weak applause from the crowd.
Carrot rolled his eyes. They can't all be winners.
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"OH HO HO HO HO HO! You look like you could put up a pretty good fight! Any last words before you're carried out of here on a stretcher?" Quipped E. Honda with a cocky grin on his face.
"Ha! Once I have defeated you, nothing will prevent me from starting up the Mad Gear: The deadliest crime gang on the Spooner Continent! HA HA HA HA HA HAH!"
"You think crime pays? FOOL! I'll show you the evil of your ways and the glory of Sumo! MWA HA HA HA HA HAH!
Soon both men were laughing at the same time while the audience watched in a silent awe of their stupidity.
The announcer sweat-dropped. "H-hee hee..." he giggled nervously. "READY FIGHT!"
The two fighters got in their battle poses. Which made them look even more stupid, if you could believe it. But before they could launch a single strike, they heard something...
"HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" They looked up in the balcony and saw Carrot rolling on the floor laughing while clutching his sides.
Back in the ring Sodom was fuming. "You think I'm a joke? I'll show you how funny it is seeing me fight!" He faced E. Honda with a burning determination on his face.
Honda was likewise angry. But chose instead to earn the audience's respect by defeating his opponent. With that, the two began their match. Carrot however, wasn't very interested in their match. There would be far more worthy fighters to study from besides these two. So Carrot stood back up and watched as the tournament continued.
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Two hours later...
Carrot had finally left the tournament and was on his way back home. He was wearing another set of purple and green clothing: A thin purple jacket with green trim that was buttoned over his built chest, but left the collar free from restraint. He wore a pair of deep Hunter Green khakis which stretched down his legs. He had on a pair of dark purple leather boots which matched the purple gloves. And to top the outfit off was Carrot's favorite pair of purple bottleframe sunglasses.
As he had predicted, Vega was the winner. With the combination of his stealth, speed, agility and bloodlust, all his opponents were slashed to ribbons. With a steady eye, Carrot took in every movement, every strike, and every death blow that Vega used. By his forth match, Carrot had Vega's style down cold.
But Carrot knew he would have to make modifications to himself. His speed and strength was more than a dozen fold than the Spanish Ninja's. In many ways, Carrot found himself relating to Vega. Vega was a masked noble with burning red eyes of insanity who loved seeing the sight of blood just as Carrot dreamt of the Sorcerer Hunters own life fluid.
And going to all these underground tournaments would speed up those dark dreams. He had the skill. He had the technology. He had the money. All that remained was to put these abilities together. Which was how he was spending his time. He only had to work a few hours a day in the pot garden, checking up on each plant and adjusting the level of growth serum to give it. Carrot didn't bother with the distribution, Cookie and Creme handled the selling of it.
To be frank, if Carrot wasn't in his lab working with new combinations of Magical Engineering and Mystic Chemistry, he would be in the private gymnasium/dojo he had built onto his house a month ago. It was a fairly adequate facility that fulfilled his needs for training all different styles he had been developing to a whole new extreme. Within the dojo, there were over a dozen practice dummies with their heads removed, bodies torn apart, or ripped to shreds. On the walls were dozens of targets that had knives embedded in them at the bull's-eyes. Since he had begun refining his new found combat skills into the ultimate style, Carrot had been learning to rely on his hand-to-hand combat skills.
Despite what people thought before, Carrot did have several skills other than the 'Fist of the Hentai' that he so often displayed before the 'hospital incident.' When he became a Sorcerer Hunter, Carrot had undergone basic 'Survival Training' and a few swordsmanship lessons. And while it was interesting to be able to survive in the woods by yourself for a while (or in Carrot's mind: Go camping) the sword schooling was quickly forgotten. But now, Carrot had easily reached the level of Grandmaster in four different styles in hand-to-hand combat in just a month's time.
And Carrot was about to put his skills to the test!
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"Damnit Michiru, I hate this outfit! It makes my breasts look too big!"
"You're a D-cup Haruka. Your breasts look big no matter what." Michiru licked her lips as she gazed at her lover's chest longally.
Haruka grumbled something inelegant and looked at her clothing. A white formal dress shirt was button tightly over her over abundant talent that stretched the fabric to the ripping point. At the collar was a black bowtie that was almost like a choky around her slim neck. A black tuxedo jacket was worn around the white shirt whose sleeves ended with the wrist high white gloves began. Instead of wearing a slim pair of slacks, Haruka wore a black skin tight bikini bottom that curved around her delicate hips while a pair of golden fishnet stockings ran down and showed off every smooth curve on her shapely legs. The world's sexist shoes, a pair of black stilettos covered her feet. And to top the whole ensemble off was a black top hat. In short, Haruka had a very sexy female magician's outfit on that bared a perfect resemblance to Zatanna's.
"You think so?" Haruka looked downwards but not seeing much with such a large pair in front of her. She glanced back towards her lover and smiled. "We had a pretty good night tonight. We made over $200 coins."
Michiru smiled happily. It wasn't often they could do their stand up magic acts for such a large piece of money. But just like in their day jobs at the Bunny's Delight, they had to put on a good show for more of the same type of hormonal men. That was Haruka was 'The Great Harudini' and Michiru was her sexy assistant.
Haruka looked Michiru over. The silk aqua-blue cheongsam (Chinese dress) with the long slit in it allowed her gorgeous hips to move freely about in the cool air. Her arms were exposed and were completely bare except for the golden bracelets that dangled off her wrists. The cheongsam ended just above the nipple area of her large breasts. The dress was so skin tight that it hugged her entire body and displayed all her wondrous curves for everyone. It was the most expensive dress in her wardrobe. It had cost her two whole weeks pay, but it was well worth it owning such a gorgeous dress. Sadly she couldn't ware it as much as she wished to. So she saved it only for special occasions or on 'special' jobs such as the magic acts, which they took for the extra money. Being a Bunnygirl didn't pay all that much.
Haruka gently took Michiru's arm and whispered in her shell shaped ear. "How about we head back home and I'll put on a real magic show?"
Michiru smiled at the question and nodded in silent agreement.
Sadly, that was when their night went to Hell.
"THERE HE IS!"
With just those three words, Haruka and Michiru were knocked aside by the beat of pair of Sodom and E. Honda. While the magically dressed Haruka landed safely on the sidewalk, Michiru had the horrible displeasure of falling into a giant mud puddle formed on the dirt road and ruining her beautiful cheongsam. The two street fighters didn't even notice the hurt look on her face as they just ruined her favorite dress. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes as she took in the horrible stain that now covered her dress with the filth of the earth. But despite this, she held back her tears. She didn't cry when the costumers made sexist remarks at the restaurant. She didn't cry when her parents disowned her from the family for falling in love with a woman. And she wouldn't cry now!
But it was hard. Very hard indeed.
Haruka, however, choose to vent her anger. She jumped up from the ground and was about to admonish those two nitwits a painful lesson in forgotten manners when she saw the state her lover was in. Despite how good it would be to get back at those two, Michiru needed her. So she went and helped her lover off the filthy puddle. No words were spoken as they turned their eyes towards where the two men went off to.
Michiru looked at them and gasped. It was Serena's knight, the rich young man who saved her from being raped who always left big tips whenever him and his two friends ate at the Bunny's Delight. And he was who those two giants of men were after.
"NO! THEY'LL KILL HIM!" Haruka screamed out. Ever since Carrot became a regular customer, all the waitresses had developed an interest in him. She turned towards Carrot's direction. "RUN CARROT RUN!"
Carrot didn't even bother to acknowledge the two lesbians and instead focused his attention on the irate Sodom and Honda. The two had numerous bruises and tears in their uniforms as they stood less than ten feet away from Carrot. Sodom had one of the metal horns off his mask torn off while Honda had several teeth missing and his face makeup smeared all over, making him look like a retarded Cherokee putting his own war paint on.
Sodom pointed at Carrot. "YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO COST US THE MATCH!"
Carrot had a disturbing cheerful expression planted on his face. "I thought you two lost because you knocked each other out at the same time."
"IT WOULD'VE GONE A LOT DIFFERENTLY IF YOU DIDN'T THROW OUR GAME OFF WITH YOUR FREAKEN' LAUGHTER! E. Honda yelled out.
Sodom nodded and switched to a more quiet voice, this one full of hatred and rage. "We...we're the laughing stock in the arena now because of what you... did to us! And now... we will make you... PAY!"
That was when Carrot started laughing. But this laugh wasn't the same he used in the stands at the arena. While the first one had sense of enjoyment at their stupidity, this one was far more sinister. This laugh was backed by an unholy truth of the bitter future for Sodom and Honda should they fight the holder of the laugh.
With a dark smile, Carrot removed his sunglasses, folded them up, and placed the purple spectacles in his jacket pocket before buttoning it close. Carrot didn't want his favorite pair of sunglasses falling out. Than he cracked his knuckles with a smooth motion of his hands; he spent a short second to crack his knuckles before getting in a ready stance with his legs spaced apart and his hands balled up into fists before addressing the two fighters. "Come get some."
With those three little words, Sodom and Honda charged. Sodom's first move was several fast jabs aimed at Carrot's face. With inhuman ease, Carrot took a step to the side and avoided the strikes. But it appeared the attack was just a diversion for the Sumo fighter came charging in with several hard kicks. But due to the shortness of Honda's legs, Carrot was able to hop away out of their reach and remain uninjured.
Had Carrot wanted to, he could have used his incredible strength, which was by his calculations about four times as great as Gateau's, and kill the two with just a few blows. But this was the perfect time to use the style he had just picked up from Vega. With a dangerous glimmer in his green eyes, Carrot began his assault.
Mimicking one of Vega's combos, Carrot leapt up and jumped kicked Sodom in the chest with the soul of his boot. While Sodom grasped at his burning chest, Carrot followed though with a flat hand strike, diving his straight, locked fingers into Sodom's belly, puncturing a couple of his vital organs. And to top the combo off, Carrot launched into a savage rolling attack that had his claw shaped hand digging into Sodom's ravage body on each roll, raising his number of broken ribs from just one to seven.
After Sodom dropped to the floor, Carrot turned to face his second opponent: E. Honda. Or rather Carrot looked up to face his second opponent. The three hundred pound Sumo warrior had just launched his infamous belly-flop attack, hoping to smash his foe into the ground.
Carrot smiled. "All too easy."
Only taking a step forward, Carrot reached up and grabbed Honda's blue colored diaper. Carrot smiled to Honda's terrified knowledge that the grinning fighter had control of his momentum. With a disturbing glare in his eyes, Carrot tossed Honda on the paved stone-walkway. Which tore the skin off his belly and scraped his digestion organs, leaving bits of snow white fat clinging to the cracks on the walkway. After skidding over ten feet, a trail of red and yellow fluid formed around him, spreading his blood and stomach juices into a pool of disgusting liquid waste. After such a loss of body fluid, E. Honda did the most sensible thing he had done all evening: He passed out and no longer became worthy of Carrot's attention.
It was at that time that Sodom launched a final and hopeless attack on Carrot. Using one arm to cradle his broken ribs, the would-be samurai dove in and began using every one-handed punch combo he knew. He struck with such raw strength that if just one blow made it though any other of his previous opponents, even the monstrous Zangief, would have been defeated. But Carrot is unlike any other foe Sodom ever faced before.
Leaping into the air, Carrot preformed a spinning kick that stuck Sodom in the head not once, not twice, but three times! It was pure luck that Sodom's neck didn't break under such strain. But Carrot wasn't finished yet. After landing, Carrot gripped the wobbling samurai and tossed him over handed to Honda's bloody pool. The two collided and were sent further down the street with another trail of body fluid following them.
Carrot took in the defeated site and smiled. Even Vega himself would be proud of the use Carrot put his fighting style though. Thou he might be insulted to learn that his style was used without killing the opponents. But what was Carrot to do? He was a respected business man, not a cold blooded killer. At least, to the outside world he was. And he wouldn't have to bother about those two. After the beating he just gave them, he doubted they would be able to feed themselves without outside help for a month.
Reaching for his jacket pocket, Carrot removed his purple sunglasses, unfolded them, and put them on with a single motion. As he turned to walk away, his foot bushed against something. Looking down, Carrot saw it was a plain leather bag. Reaching for the item, Carrot opened it up and was rather surprise to find a large supply of gold coins in it. With just a quick glance, he determined to be a little over $400 coins in the bag. The logical reason Sodom had it on his person was so he could bet on his matches and he was unable to gamble with it since he lost his first round match. Carrot smiled while holding the leather bag. This was turning out to be a pretty good night.
Carrot continued on the way to his house when he noticed Haruka and Michiru. He recognized them as two of the waitresses from the restaurant that Cookie and Creme enjoyed going to. Carrot couldn't stand the place. While the food was rather quite delicious, all those waitresses making goo-goo eyes at him was rather annoying.
Carrot looked at the pair as they held each other closely and gazed at him in awe. Taking into the fact that this was the direction that the moron twins came from, it was obvious that they must have been responsible for Michiru's damaged dress. The young woman was on the verge of tears, most likely over her ruined outfit. It was a trait Carrot noticed in many women: Abuse them and they won't shed a single tear, but if one were to ruin their wardrobe, tears would quickly follow.
Carrot found himself with a dilemma. If he gave Michiru the money, she would become even more of a bother at the restaurant. She looked like the lonely type and would come to his table to talk. But if he didn't give her the money, she could raise the heat up and get Cookie and Creme banded from the restaurant. Which Carrot really didn't give a damn about. But getting those two thrown out of their favorite hangout might affect their job performance. And with less money coming in, Carrot would have to wait even longer before he could go after the Sorcerer Hunters.
Carrot growled and handed the money to Michiru. "This should cover the bill for a new cheongsam," he replied curtly and quickly headed off in another direction. "This hasn't been such a good night after all," Carrot grumbled under his breath as he walked into the dark night.
Haruka stood there and stared at the retreating Carrot Glace. They were use to martial artistes in action at tournaments, but Carrot just made every one of them looked like a rookie. He moved with an insane amount of speed and fought with a savage beauty. They continued looking off in his direction for a full minute before opening the bag. They both froze after seeing the large amount of money. They turned to each other with an awed look of their beautiful faces.
"Michiru..."
"Haruka..."
"We have got to get him into the Bunny House!"
"OH YEAH!" Michiru screamed out like a lust crazed nymphomaniac.
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It was an hour later before Carrot reached his home. He noticed the lights were still on so that meant that Cookie and Creme were still there. He decided to see what the two were up to. Walking down a dull white painted hallway with no pictures on the walls, Carrot came to the simple wood door that lead down to the 'Weedy Jungle' as Cookie named it or 'Heaven on Earth' by Creme's definition. But it was all the same to Carrot. It was his basement and garden which he would use to fund his campaign against the Stella Church. He reached for the doorway when he heard the two talking in the basement, or more precisely singing.
"MOCK!" sang Cookie.
"YEAH!" followed Creme.
"ING!"
"YEAH!"
"BIRD!"
"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"
"MOCKING BIRD, DON'T EVERYBODY, HAVE YOU HEARD? HAVE YOU HEARD? SHE'S GONNA BUY YOU A MOCKING BIRD!" They sung together.
Upstairs, Carrot stared at the door in pure horror. He actually needed those two! Carrot decided to leave the pair to themselves and headed for the lab. It was the third largest room in the house, surpassed only by the dojo and the basement. It had dimensions of twenty by twenty feet. On one wall was a large wooden bookcase that reached to the top of the ceiling.
On the selves were close to a hundred different books that varied from a wide range of topics. The first shelve had over a dozen books that detailed the dangerous style of Mystic Chemistry by some of the most educated sorcerers in the Empire. The second shelf was packed with a series of martial art and combat books from dozens of different dojos across the Spooner Continent. But the remaining selves were a mix bag of a half dozen different subjects: Geography, strategy and tactics, history, business management, chakra torture, and even psychology. When Carrot began his plot to destroy the Stella Church, he realized that he must possess not only strength but also the knowledge to use that strength.
To its side was Carrot's lab. It was stocked with beakers and test tubs of all different shape and sizes. On the cold metallic table were four Bunsen beakers that were currently turned off as not to trigger an explosion. To the side of the table was a drawing board and chair where Carrot would spend hours designing the weapons and technology and potions he developed. This was where the bulk of the profit went to.
Carrot's eyes glanced down to the latest of the blueprints. This was the one he was most currently working on. The Glider. It was a marvelous machine created by his Magical Engineering schooling. The purpose of the machine was to be used as an aerial vehicle that would transcend great distances in mere minutes. Not only did was it useful for its speed and maneuverability, but it was also stocked with countless weapons that could easily lever an entire castle. In the front of the Glider were a set of barrels which held thousands of metallic projectiles, which Carrot named bullets, to be fired at inhuman speeds. More than enough to shred the bodies of Sorcerer Hunters and Haz Knights with. Due to its short wing span, the machine could reach speeds and heights undreamt of by even the flying 'Raywing' spell. The Glider, it just amazed Carrot when he considered the possibilities.
Sadly, the only drawback to this deadly weapon was the huge price it required to construct. This bad boy would cost a fortune to make, over $250,000 gold coins!
Carrot clenched his teeth. He just didn't have the money for this. So far, he had design over a dozen different weapons and still had several in the planning stage. But this one was necessary for his plans! But how to acquire the money for it? While the profits from the pot sells were still flowing in, less and less people were buying. Carrot cursed himself. It was obvious that due to the unlimited supply he sold, more than enough people had what they wanted and did not need to buy anymore until their supply runs out. He had, in effect, flooded the market. And while he was in no danger of running out of money for at least two years, any further funding to go to weapon development was officially scrapped.
Someone knocked on Carrot's quarters. "Come in!" Carrot barked before putting up his blueprints. Even though he doubted the two morons would understand them, he didn't want them knowing about what he had planned for the Stella Church.
As expected, Cookie and Creme strutted into the room with smiles etched on both their faces. Cookie strut up to Carrot with a hurried pace. Which was rather surprising due to him having just downed four scotch bottles back-to-back. "Buddy, have we got some good news for you! You tell him Creme!"
"No way man! You tell him!"
Cookie spoke without missing a step. "No, you tell him!"
"I really think you should," Creme answered simply.
"JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING NEWS ALREADY!"
Creme instantly jumped up and started running before tripping on shoelaces and crashing on the floor while Cookie looked rather surprised at Carrot. "Hey man, cool it or we won't share," Cookie spoke coolly with a playful smile. Carrot decided to keep any comments to himself and waited for the news. "First off, we got those tickets you wanted."
Carrot lost some of his anger. "You mean the ones for the swordsmanship tournament?" he asked eagerly.
"The very same!" Cookie spoke out as he handed Carrot a front roll ticket to the tournament.
Carrot grinned in feral delight at the thought of acquiring the skills of the greatest swordfighters in the Spooner Continent. Once he mastered their skills, all that would be needed would be the perfect weapon.
The reason why Carrot focused so much on fighting was that he had figured out that he needed to be more 'quiet.' While a super skilled martial artist hacking people to death with a sword would catch anyone's interest, it was still better than using super strength to rip buildings apart. That was why he had chosen to start developing weapons to take the focus off his incredible strength. Already the blueprints were ready, all that remained was constructing the weapon. And such a weapon would be easy to construct with Carrot's Techno Sorcerory skills.
Seeing that Carrot was out of his angry funk, Creme regained the courage to tell him the other news. "And that's not all! You are gonna love me for this man!"
"Doubtful."
Creme faked a hurtful look. "Now is that anyway to talk to the man who just sealed the perfect deal?"
Carrot raised an eyebrow. "What deal?"
"The biggest deal we've ever made! I'm talking huge here. The buzz on the street is that the Sailoon Kingdom is in real need of pot. Their rulers just passed laws to outlaw the stuff there and they've been doing just that." Creme shook his head sadly at the thought of all the poor people that could never smoke a joint again and shuddered as he pictured himself in the same boat. "Normally royal guards and peacekeepers ignore orders like this, but this came straight from the top. Those FREAKEN' pigs have already burnt down every pot garden in the entire kingdom! So without a ready supply, the dealers have been selling what remains at huge prices! Way too much for most people to buy. So that's where we come in. The top dealers need a huge supply to last them until the Sailoon rulers change their minds, and the dealers are ready to pay top dollar for enough marijuana. For ten tons of the stuff, they're willing to pay $500,000 gold coins!"
Carrot was quiet for a short while as he whipped out a pencil and a piece of paper and started doing several math equations. After a moment to do all the calculations for the time required and volume of the super plant-growth formula needed. Carrot looked up at Cookie and Creme once he was finished and smiled. "I'll have it ready in two weeks!" Carrot yelled out in joyous rapture for having his problem solved. Once the Glider was completed, it would be time for his hunt to begin. Which would end once the Stella Church and all of its followers died.
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The next two weeks turned out to be some of the most joyous in Carrot's life. The only time that he was annoyed was whenever him and his two co-workers when to eat at the Bunny's Delight. It turned out that Haruka and Michiru told their fellow bunny waitresses about the money Carrot gave them for a new dress. As one would imagine, whenever Carrot dined there, he was constantly the source of attention for all nine of the beautiful bunnysuit wearing waitresses. Carrot spent his time in a more constructive way than taking those girls up on their offers.
After spending a few hours a day working in his special garden, Carrot used the remaining hours to practice the skills he gained after going to the tournament. Combining the grace of all the different sword styles with Vega's agility and blood shedding moves, Carrot could easily have entered the tournament and claim first prize. But all these new skills paled in comparison to the knowledge that Carrot would be able to start the Sorcerer Hunter massacre much sooner with Creme's deal with the Sailoon dealers.
Than finally the two weeks ended...
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"C'MON CREME, PUSH!"
"I'M TRYING COOKIE!" Yelled out Creme as him and Cookie tried shutting the gigantic crate that held the marijuana. With such a large amount inside a single crate, the wooden box easily reached over eight feet high. But storing the weed in such a large container wasn't the problem, locking it was! The closest the two were able to move the front to the sides where it could be nailed down was just four inches too less. With so much pot in there, it was like trying to squeeze a fully filled water bed into a box that matched its volume but had no room to spare.
The two strained under the task for two minutes. And those two minutes were the longest in the duo's life. No mattered how hard they pushed, they couldn't get the box to shut. Already their arms were getting so sore that their faces were getting drenched in sweat.
Creme looked over to his partner. "WE'RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT, COOKIE!"
Cookie didn't say a word as he continued with the pressure. He may be a drunk but he was no quitter! But sadly, even though he would never give up, his body was a different story. Already his arms were getting numb from so much pressure pushing back.
It was at that time that Carrot exited his workshop to see what the commotion was all about. Seeing the trouble Cookie and Creme were in, he hurried up to the gigantic crate and moved between them. With placing a single hand on the door, Carrot gently pushed the huge door along with his two coworkers and was able to close the box off without the slightest strain.
Once the box lid was shut, Cookie and Creme instantly let go and began rubbing their sore muscles while moaning out their little agonies. But while they were so engrossed in their own pain, they failed to notice still holding the crate close. For a full twenty seconds he held that poise with just one open palm holding back the entire weight within the crate. After the twenty seconds were up, Carrot removed his hand and looked over Cookie and Creme. The two were still moaning about how much their arms hurt when they realized that that the box was still closed even though they hadn't even bothered to nail it shut yet.
Cookie was the first to notice the strange enigma presented to them. He looked over to Carrot with a perplex look. "Uh Carrot... How...?" he trailed off, pointing towards the gigantic box.
"Before I finished loading the crate and before you started your weak attempt to close it, I placed a certain compound I recently created along the edges of the box to keep it shut without having to nail it. It's an unbreakable compound that can hold any known object in place. I call it Adhesive X and it can only be dissolved by another compound I've created." He spoke in a tone used my scholars and teachers that know practically there is to know about their subject of choice.
"COOL!" blurted out Creme.
Carrot nodded at the praise before addressing Creme. "Now take this to the train station and have it transported to Sailoon only. I will leave in a few days to pick it up and sell it to the Sailoon sellers."
Creme blinked. "Uh... Carrot, do you really think that's a good idea? I mean, with something this big, shouldn't one of us always be near it? The Sailoon police will be placed all over the train station searching for any dope drop offs. They've even got dogs trained to sniff this stuff out!" Creme warned Carrot, but the green eyed mastermind scoffed at Creme's warnings.
"Humph... like they could even catch me. Before I loaded the contraband into the crate, I sprayed it with a special dye that totally masks its scent from even the most well trained canine. By the time I present this to the buyers, the dye would have worn off and leave no traces that the marijuana was even sprayed with it."
"Wow..." Creme trailed off. Ever since he meet Carrot, he was constantly amazed and awed by the green eyed man. And it was at that time that Creme wondered what it would have been like if Carrot was some sort of cop or hero. With his skills, he could make the world a wonderful place to live.
Carrot tossed a bag to Creme which he caught. Looking inside, he saw a small amount of gold coins.
"That should be more than enough to cover the transport charges. If not, just pay the rest yourself and I'll reimburse you."
Creme nodded and left with the gigantic crate to the train station. Outside, the wooden box was placed on a small couch that was pulled by a pair of two oxen. The load was a heavy one and he didn't expect to reach the station for another hour.
After Cookie helped Creme load the crate onto the coach and waved his friend off, he went back into Carrot's mini mansion. Checking each room out and finding Carrot in any of them, he began heading to the Dojo. Which was where Carrot was generally was when he wasn't working on another invention. At times Cookie wondered if Carrot would let on what he was training for, but he never did ask. If Carrot wanted him to know, he would have told him already.
He saw Carrot in a sleeveless black dogi with a black belt facing several wooden practice dummies. But instead of getting into a fighting stance, Carrot held up a metallic bar in his hands. The metal bar was about nine inches long and was a mix of silver and black coatings. But what was truly strange about it was that the bar had a very sharp curve that bent the item at a sharp angle. Cookie wondered just what such a strange object would serve in a weapon match. He continued wondering about the bar when Carrot touched a tiny button on the side. At which point Cookie's jaw dropped.
With a deep vrum sound a blood-red beam of light shot out from the top and formed into a strange sword whose blade hummed every time it was swung. Carrot held the weapon at the curved angle, thus making the red blade look like an extension of Carrot's arm that reached over four feet from the hand that held the handle. That was when Carrot charged at his target. With just a few quick crimson blurs, all of which were far too fast for Cookie to follow, all four of the dummies were shattered into over a dozen pieces.
Once the targets were destroyed, Carrot held his weapon up into the air and examined the deadly sword.
Cookie walked up to Carrot, although rather slowly. "What... the HELL... IS THAT?!"
Carrot touched the tiny button which deactivated the red energy beam before answering Cookie. "My creation. A sword that can destroy any target and be used with a grace that only a true swordsman could muster."
Cookie looked rather nervous at the curved sword handle. "Isn't that kind of dangerous? I mean, you could really hurt someone with that."
"Yes. Yes, I can." Carrot spoke with a bit of evilness in his tone.
"Heh heh!" Cookie giggled nervously. "So what are you gonna call it?
"I don't know really. I was inspired for this when I read about the incredibly dangerous weapon known as the 'Sword of Light' in a magical artifact journal. The Sword of Light is said to be the perfect weapon and I decided to construct my own. With some modifications of my own design. Hence the saber style handled, allowing the weapon to be used with a grace and elegance far superior to the 'Sword of Light.'
Cookie looked thoughtful for a moment. "So it's the Sword of Light with a saber style handle, huh? So why not call it a 'Lightsaber?'"
The name hit Carrot like a lightning bolt. He ignited the blade again. "Yes... a 'Lightsaber.' I shall call it a Lightsaber!" With that, Carrot leapt into the air and unleashed a volley of swings that would have sliced anyone into over a dozen pieces.
Carrot could easily imagine what would remain after using this on Marron, his own brother. 'At last I will reveal myself to the Hunters. At last I will have my revenge.'
But alas, sometimes even the best laid schemes do not go as planned.
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Three days later...
Carrot was just packing for his short trip to Sailoon when Cookie and Creme came barging in. Normally, Carrot would kill for such an offense, but he decided not to as he saw the worried looks on their faces.
"What's happening?! What's wrong?!" He yelled out. Despite their foolishness, Cookie and Creme would never barge in unless they had a good reason.
"Carrot! It's horrible, man! The train with the dope was robbed!" Creme blurted out.
"WHAT?!" Carrot yelled out as he gripped the still shaking Creme in his hands.
Cookie spoke up to help his friend. "It's true! It's in all the papers!" Cookie handed the latest edition of the 'Weekly Veggie' to Carrot.
Carrot grabbed the paper from Cookie and read the headlines. "Train Robbed by the Ruby Bandits. Entire shipment stolen." Carrot spoke each word with his voice rising with each passing syllable. Doing his best to hold back his rage, Carrot read more of the article. "'The Ruby Bandits have committed yet another brilliant and throughout robbery that has sent hundreds into an uproar. Ever since the Ruby Bandits made their first appearance over three months ago with their first crime of looting the Sailoon Gold Reserves which nearly caused the kingdom to go into an economic recession. The owner of the train company expresses his deepest sympathies to the people who lost their packages due to the massive theft. But since the crime was committed in another kingdom, the company cannot be held responsible since the Sailoon Kingdom's peacekeepers were not up to the job of protecting the transport. So therefore none of the victims will be reimburse for their lost goods. The Sailoon Chief of Police has stated that an official investigation and manhunt for the Ruby Bandits is in full affect, but experts doubt that they will be able to catch the gang, much less retrieve any of the stolen goods."
For a long time, Carrot stood there holding the paper in his hands and stared at the picture of the derailed train that was knocked off of the tracks on its side.
Both Cookie and Creme were getting rather nervous at Carrot's prolong silence. They had expected him to be enraged beyond reason, but he just stood there in silent contemplation
"It's not so bad actually. Right Creme?"
"Right Cookie! I mean, it'll practically costs us nothing to make weed."
"That's right! We've got an unlimited supply as long as we've got some seeds and Carrot's growth formula."
"UH HUH! It'll just take us another two weeks to grow another five tons to sell to the Sailoon dealers!" Creme spoke out cheerfully before whispering the last part. "But by than, the Sailoon rulers would have stopped their marijuana hunts and allow the dealers to grow their own. So that means they won't even have to buy from us..."
"So what?! We're still doing good. We've got a huge money supply saved up that last us for months! This robbery just means that Carrot won't be able to make any more weapons."
That did it. Carrot could handle having his property stolen, but not having his plans for the hunt to be set back. It only took him a second to come to a simple conclusion: Something has to be done.
Without a single word, Carrot left the two and headed for his private chamber. Cookie and Creme winched when they heard the door slam shut. They stood there in the living room for ten minutes talking about the crime and what a failure the police were for not stopping it. They also bounced ideas off one another about how to get Carrot to cool down. Knowing him, odds were that Carrot wasn't going to take this laying down.
As their discussions drifted to setting up Carrot on a date with one of the Playboy Bunnies was when opened his door and stepped out. Cookie and Creme had a nasty feeling that Carrot was going to do something rather destructive from the look of his clothing. A set of pitch black pants and long sleeve shirt hang loose on Carrot's muscular body. Covering the shirt was a dark brown leather vest that was left untied at the top, forming a v-shaped space that let most of the black shirt to be seen. The pair of dark brown leather boots that Carrot wore matched vest perfectly. A set of black leather gloves were worn around Carrot's hands. On the waist was a black utility belt that had over a dozen compartments that were filled with items and tools suited for his mission. On the side of the belt was Carrot's deactivated lightsaber, readied for the moment it would be used to kill.
Without saying a single word, Carrot headed for the front door to leave.
Creme asked the question that was on both him and Cookie's mind. "Uh, Carrot? Where're you going?"
"To Sailoon. To get my property back and sell it," Carrot answered with a cool edge in his tone.
Cookie dreaded to ask this question since he had a good idea what the answer would be. "And what are you going to do to the Ruby Bandits?"
"Wipe them out!" Carrot spoke though clenched teeth. "All of them."
With those six little words, Carrot left his home and went on the hunt.
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End Chapter Four...
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Oh, I am a wicked man! A wicked wicked man! Imagine, not only did I give Carrot Darth Tyranus's lightsaber, quoted Darth Maul and Sidious's famous lines, I also topped it all off by dressing him as Anakin Skywalker!
Oh, I am a very wicked man.
But really, it all makes sense. How else would I dress a guy that wields a red lightsaber, betrayed his order, and plans to kill his former teammates? I had originally planned on giving him Darth Maul's dual lightsaber weapon before I decided on Dooku's. I already had a Darth Maul/Sailor Moon crossover with dual lightsaber fights in my completed action fic 'Darth Maul: Of Siths and Sailors,' which is also on , when I decided to try things a little differently.
And that part at the beginning with the Street Fighter crew? All that I can say is that I am a HUGE Street Fighter fan. I've played most of the games and gotten nearly all of the endings. And I am proud to say that Vega is my favorite character. Yes that's right! Vega Fabio de Crena, the Spanish Ninja, the Terror of Barcelona, is my all time favorite fighting game character! With his acrobatic and vicious fighting style, the Spanish Ninja has taken a special place in my heart as the coolest, most blood thirsty martial artist alive. So it seemed only logical that I would have Carrot master his style. But don't worry, I'm not going to turn this into Animeaddiction's ultra-cool fic 'Insert Self' with Carrot mastering the Hadoken, Sonic Boom, Kikoken, ect... Got that, Carrot only knows real fighting moves. Not chi or ki or whatever the Hell you call it! So don't expect Ryu or Bison to show up. That's why I had Carrot fight the non chi using Sodom and E. Honda at the beginning.
And the part with Cookie and Creme singing the song from 'Dumb and Dumber'? It just seemed to fit in with those two singing the Mocking Bird song. And that part where Creme thought what it would be like if Carrot was a hero? That's another thing I've alway liked about Marvle villains. If it weren't for one or two personality flaws, most of the villains would be considered heros. That's the appeal of guys like Dr. Doom, Magneto, and Venom. These are super villains that think they're doing the right thing! That's what makes Stan Lee the greatest writer ever! 'Nuff said!
And in case you haven't figured it out yet, next chapter is Carrot vs Slayers! ROUND TWO! That's right, Lina and company will meet Carrot as he searches for the Ruby Bandits. Plus I'll get to show some of the weapons he's been designing since the last chapter. That lightsaber isn't the only weapon from another series I'll be bringing in! And I do hope everyone caught the joke with the 'Adhesive X.' What can I say? I've always been a fan of Stan Lee's take on the Avenger's main enemies: The Master's of Evil and its first leader: Baron Zemo!
So to all my loyal fans, read and review your comments. Feedback often gives me new ideas to put in the story.