Interlude : The teenage mercenary
Interlude, dudes.
A couple of teenagers were walking down the street, with not a care in the world. The girl was giggling because the boy had told her a funny joke. He, on the other hand, was checking his pockets for the cinema tickets he'd got for him and his girlfriend.
Unknown to them, a bunch of kids armed with crudely produced weapons were hiding in a bush not far away. They were waiting for their targets, who were currently walking up towards them. The two adolescents passed the spot, not suspecting a thing. Instantly, the five kids jumped out and aimed their weapons at the couple.
''Hands up, teenager.'', one of them yelled.
The boy put himself between the children and his girlfriend, and prepared himself to fight.
''What do you want ?'', he growled.
''The game's up. Give us the information we want, and we will leave you filthy teenagers alone.''
''I don't know what the hell you're talking about.''
The lead kid snarled.
''Give us the files...'. He jumped at the teenager and tried to punch him, but the older youth simply threw him back. The kid fell back on his feet, and barked an order to his fellow operatives.
''Kids Next Door ! Battle stations !''
The children aimed their weapons at the teenage boy, and fired. The adolescent was hit by multiple projectiles, and fell on the pavement, unconscious. His girlfriend screamed and started running away. One of the kids took out his Y.O-Y.O.P.E.R, and shot a projectile at her. It wrapped around her, and she fell to the pavement with a loud THUD.
The leader of the team congratulated his teammates.
''Well done, Numbuh 5687 and Numbuh 5867. You managed to take down that teenager. And Numbuh 5768...that was some fine shooting here. Now, help me get these teenagers back to the treehouse. We've got some serious interrogation to do.'' He walked up towards the teenage boy, and started lifting him up. Suddenly, he doubled over and growled in pain.
''What's the matter, boss ?'', one of the kids said, with a worried expression.
''I've been hit...with some kind of projectile.'', the boy responded. He tried retreating to a safer place, only to be hit by more of these strange projectiles. He howled in pain, and ended up curling in the fetal position on the pavement.
''Numbuh 36666 !'', his friends shouted. They rushed to his aid, but a hale of plastic pellets stopped them instantly.
''Where the crud... ?'', one of them said. They had no idea where their opponent was. All of a sudden, a chain of small explosions was heard behind them.
''Quick, cover fire.'' the kids aimed their 2x4 weaponry at the source of the sound and unleashed a hale of laser beams, mustard shots and cupcakes. Meanwhile, the Second in Command went to retrieve his fallen leader. He picked him up, and hoisted him on his right shoulder. He'd only made a few steps when a plastic pellet hit the pavement, right next to him. A second landed on his shoe.
''Crud.'', he whispered. More pellets followed, and the kid had to run to avoid them. He finally managed to join his teammates.
''I've got him let's get out of there.'', he told them. The kids scrambled back to their S.C.A.M.P.E.R, and thirty seconds later, they were heading off to Moon base.
Everything was silent. The teens recovered, then ran away as fast as they could.
One of the bushes started moving, and out of them appeared a tall figure, wearing a balaclava and a blue hoodie. A air soft replica was strapped across his back. He sighted, mumbling in raspy voice.
''Bloody Sunday...Kids these days...Tsss.''
John Dearmaadat, aka Scythe : The Teen Mercenary.
The balaclava wearing teen was sitting out at a desk, sorting out different papers. His ski mask hides his eyes, there's no way to determine who he is, or what he's thinking. It's a good disguise.
The boy was currently scribbling on a piece of paper, a screenshot he'd taken off a map from the internet. He circled several locations with a red marker, then started to trace several lines, considering different approaches of his target.
He suddenly realized he wasn't alone. He reared his head up, and snarled.
''What are you doing here ?'', he said in his usual raspy voice. The unknown person didn't say anything.
A short moment of silence occurred. Then the teen spoke.
''So you want to inquire about my services ? What do I do ? Who am I ? My missions ? My salary ? S**t, you've got guts to ask me so many questions. But anyways, I'll still answer them.''
He paused.
''So what do I do ? Easy...I punch, whack, sock and shoot people for money. A bully ? He's done for.
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A jock cowered in a backstreet, his nose broken, a couple bruises on his arm. He'd been badly hit. He hadn't expected anything like this. He'd been walking tranquilly back his home, his day had been fine, he'd given wedgies to two or three dorks, and had managed to secure a date with nice looking cheerleader. Then all of a sudden, some masked dude came behind him and smacked him in the back with a cricket bat. He'd tried to defend himself, but his enemy was vicious. He'd manage to escape, but it was just a question of time before...
''Hiding is futile...I must terminate your existence.'', a balaclava wearing figure said in a monotone, raspy voice. It advanced slowly on the boy. Suddenly, it stopped, and laughed a bit.
''So what's your name ? Chad ? James ? Andrew ? Honestly...I don't give a damn. As long as you'll look like Justin Bieber after a bar brawl, I'll get my money.''
''W-what have I done to you ? Why are you doing this ?'', the Senior screamed.
The mysterious figure didn't respond, and lifted his bat up.
''Lights out, sunshine.'' He snarled, then brought it down.
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''I don't give a crap who's side you're on.''
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Potty Mouth and the Bright Idea launched their attacks at the Kids Next Door operatives, who replicated with a hale of lasers.
''Surrender, adult !'', one of them shouted.
''In your dreams kid !'', the toilet themed villain responded.
Meanwhile, behind a trash can, a certain teenager was witnessing the battle.
''So which one will I take on first ?''. He aimed his gun at the group of kids and adults.
''Oh well...Enny, Miney...'', he started counting.
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''I've got the eyes of a hawk. Nothing passes me.''
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Sector V advanced cautiously through the factory. They'd recently acquired some intelligence suggesting that Mr. Boss was building a huge Rainbow Monkey grinder. The intel also revealed that the man had recently hired a new kind of henchman. The four children cautiously avoided all of the Ice-Cream patrolling the area, and after a good deal of sneaking around, they finally managed to arrive at the grinder. Numbuh 43 passed the M.A.R.B.L.E.S to his leader. They planted them all around the machine, then sprinted rapidly towards the exit. Tommy forced the lock, and they went outside.
After a few seconds, several detonations were heard. The kids cracked a few jokes, while the cries of Ice Cream men could be heard in the background. They were currently goofing at a pun from Tommy ( Something about a ''nICE mission. ), when Joey noticed that something or someone, was casting their shadow on them. The team turned around, and saw a balaclava wearing teenager rushing towards them.
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''I'm bring a smell of victory to this town.''
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The teen tried to punch the chubby google wearing kid. The child rolled out of the way, and the mercenary's punch ended in thin air. He turned, only to see a little Asian girl, wearing a purple jacket, pointing a S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R at him. She yelled a battle cry, and pressed the trigger, launching the plank into the teenager's head.
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''You might think being new means I don't have much experience. Ha...I might be a young hound, but I bite like an old dog.''
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The teen stumbled back, clutching his left arm. He'd manage to stop the girl from hitting his head. On the other hand, his arm was on fire. It hurt like hell. He noticed a small blond child in the corner of his vision. The kid took out some kind of device with a yo-yo strapped to it. The teenage mercenary threw himself to the ground, just as the KND operative fired his Y.O-Y.O.P.E.R. The yo-yo projectile circled over the older boy, and came back straight towards the Beatles child. The little rookie finished on the ground, entangled by his own weapon. Numbuh 46.7 pulled him out of harm, then went back to fight their enemy. He jumped into the air, and tried kicking the teenager, who, to his shock, stopped his foot in midair. The kid bounced back to the ground,only to receive a violent kick to the stomach. He lay sprawled on the ground, only slightly aware of the battle around him. He was finally pulled to safety by Tommy.
The teen aimed his weapon at the operatives, who were slowly retreating to their S.C.A.M.P.E.R. He fired a couple shots, both of them missing, the plastic pellets bouncing harmlessly on the space craft.
He ran towards it, but the ship lifted off, and sped into the sky. The teen stamped his foot on the ground out of frustration.
''Bloody Sunday.'', he muttered.
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''So yeah..How much do my services cost ? It depends...50 dollars for a beating.''
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''Get over here !'', the masked figure snarled, as he dragged a screaming punk into a back alley.
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''Yeah...I can also protect your compound from any pesky kids...or adults.''
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The sound of a toilet flushing attracted the attention of the young man. He peered into the toilet cabin, but noticed that nobody was there. He waited for a moment, and sure enough, after a few seconds, a head popped out of the toilets. The Toilenator sighted, then jubilated in triumph :
''Finally, I'll be able to expose my brilliant plan to !''
''It's the third time today...''
The Toilenator looked, and noticed the Teen Mercenary staring down at him. He gulped.
''Want any munchies ?'', he said nervously, while taking out a box of Rainbow Munchies.
The teenager cracked his knuckles.
''You know they're quite...''
PUNCH !
''Oww...''
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''If you're asking me why I'm doing this job at such a young age...Simple, dosh.''
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The chestnut haired boy looked at his computer with glee, admiring the item he'd acquired thanks to his hard earned work. He booted up one of the games he'd installed, and went straight to his item inventory.
''Yesyesyesyes.'', he said excitedly, inspecting the new item.
YOU'VE PURCHASSED : AWP-ASIMOV(FACTORY NEW).
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''I can get lots of things with that sweet cash...''
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The blue eyed teenager looked in despair through the thick black lenses of his specs.
''So many brews...but I can't get a single one of them.''
He moped, while looking at all bottles stored behind the glass screen.
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''So yeah, now that you know who I am, what I do, I hope this information was helpful to you...and I wish dearly to see you soon. Think of it.''
The teenager then turned around, and started sorting a few files. After a short moment, he looked behind him, at the unknown person.
''Well, what are you doing here ?! come on shoo, out ! I'm a busy teen, you should know !
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Bonus :
''What do you mean I'm a duplicate ?'', the teen said.
He looked around.
''A duplicate of a guy with black sunglasses. Dude, look at me I'm not Spanish, I don't go after every girl I know, and I'm not called Ace.''
He paused for a moment.
''Wait...Not Ace ? Then who then ? A bald dude ? In space ? Are you on meth or something ?''
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Hi there. Sorry for the wait. This is only an interlude before the real chapter 10 (Which I am currently writing.). But yeah, I wanted to present John's alter ego in a more precise manner. So now that you know who he is and what he does, what do you think he should do ? PM me if you have any ideas.
Until next time.