And we're here with a milestone, of sorts; I'd like to think it is: Chapter 10!

Last chapter got some good feedback, and I was happy to see that you guys enjoyed the fight scene. Fanfiction was acting all kinds of funky the day I posted so… It was weird. Feedback, and no actual story views to show for it :) Meh, not that I mind. I got the feedback anyway :)

On to the story!

November 20th

"Yaaaahhoooo! Destroy! Destroy everything in your reach!" Motorcycle engines roared as several dozen zoomed down the street during the evening hours. Their red tail lights leaving short trails behind them. Steel mailboxes were sent flying, windows were shattered, and street lamps were severed! Blades surrounded by arcs of electricity sliced through metal as if were butter.

"Molotovs at the ready!" The leader at the front of the group ignited a rag hanging from a bottle, and one by one a dozen more flames came to life behind him, "Burn'em all! Ahahaha!" His wicked laughter came through even over the thunderous engines. His crew let loose howls as each and every one of them tossed their Molotov cocktails on to the sidewalks and on to homes, setting them ablaze.

People ran in terror, several dozen ran in to alleyways to get away from Johnny Rancid, and get out of his way. No one wanted to be caught in his path of destruction.

"I love the smell of destruction in the afternoon!" Johnny laughed. He took his hands off the handlebars and brought our twin laser pistols. He shot out several lights that had turned red on their way. With howling laughter he aimed his guns at the buildings that passed by, he put them on automatic and unloaded dozens of shots every few seconds, riddling homes, stores and office buildings with holes.

Several people were caught in the cross-fire. Anyone who saw Johnny coming and were unable to get inside threw themselves to the ground. Parents protected their children. Others even used their fellow man as human shields. People's screams were drowned out by the roar of the engines…

"Feels good to be bad! Damn good!" Johnny exclaimed, holstering his guns and taking hold of the handles. He placed his right hand to his ear, "Yo! Check in, Foremen, status on the trucks?"

[This is foreman one and the cargo is secure. Not a scratch on the truck. All riders accounted for in my sector.]

[[Foreman two checking in. The Cargo is secure, the truck is untouched. I think we might have a new recruit in our ranks here.]]

"Eh, what do you mean by that?" It couldn't be...

[[A new biker is riding with us. Chick from the looks of that nice rack,]] Johnny calmed down. It wasn't after all. Being so close to Jump City, he had been worried for a moment, [[Helmet's hiding her face. Her bike doesn't have our symbol or colors, so I figured she just joined up and we didn't realize it.]]

Johnny grinned from ear to ear, "Well, if she keeps up with us, then once we find our new home in Jump City we'll give her a proper initiation in to the Wreckers! Until then have a few of the boys keep an eye on her, don't need her tryin' to peak in the trucks."

[[Right, boss.]]

And with that he cut contact with his two lackeys that he charged with leading the other groups, and then established contact with his own convoy following him, "Hey boys! We got us some fresh meat! Sweater meat that is! We got us a new groupie! Hahahaha!" And with that came dozens of whoops and hollers from the dozen or so bikers following him, "Just lettin' you lot know, we'll be givin' her a real Wrecker's welcome after we get in to Jump City." He cut contact with them, and even so he could hear their cheers and excited howls.

He revved his engine twice, and flames spewed from his dual exhaust and the skull ornament on the front of his motorcycle. He reared his head back and let loose a howling laughter.

"Ahahahahaha! Oooooh Yeah! It's good to be King, baby!" He exclaimed, "Johnny Rancid is comin' home! Yaaaahhoooo!"

Jump City Bay Bridge...

The day had finally arrived. It was November twentieth, and to Police Chief Vincent Briar, it had felt like the longest three days in his life. He had to deal with the rest of the petty criminals running rampant as well as small riots and protests that had broken out around the city. People were scared, and that proved it. They were scrambling to get supplies so that they could hole up in their houses and not have to deal with Johnny or his new crew.

People were rallying others to protest with them, preaching about how there must've been new supers in the city. They used the sightings of some sword carrying vigilante, and reports of a kid literally disappearing in to shadows as parts of their platforms. They wanted for anyone with even remotely superhuman abilities to leave the city. They didn't want protection from Johnny, no, they thought that these supers were the reason Johnny was coming back. He had caused so much damage in the past after the Titan's had left, what other reason would he have for coming back?

Chief Briar almost agreed with that. Johnny had left. He had made an announcement that he had grown bored. So had many of the other villains that had gone on rampages hearing the Titan's had left Jump City. So, why would he come back? There was much to come back too.

Small riots, protests that ended in screaming of being sued over denying them their first amendment rights, some looting now and again when shoppers became to antsy to wait and buy their supplies. Just the mere mention of Johnny coming back a few days ago had caused him and the city a lot of trouble.

Today was the day.

"Are you sure about this, Ariana?" He asked the shorter police officer by his side. The brim off her police cap hid her eyes, but he could still see the lower half of her face. He saw the smile pull at her lips. She looked up at him. She had changed her appearance, at least her looks, since a large portion of his precinct knew what she looked like. He knew it was her.

"Yeah," She said with a nod, "I've got a couple plans in mind, and they should work."

"…You said should," The man stated, "That means there's a likelihood that what you've got in store will fail, doesn't it?" She didn't answer him. But her silence was a definitive yes, "Your hands are shaking, Ariana," He stated. He saw her wring her wrists and try and keep her hands out of his sight, but to no avail.

"You're used to helping us deal with petty criminals and the occasional street gang. Murderers… Large scale robbers…" He took a moment to pop his collar to protect himself a bit from the cold wind coming from their left, "But Johnny Rancid, he wasn't much back then, but he is a lot worse now. Worse than what you're used to dealing with."

He and Ariana were leaning against the side of a police car, and he gently touched her forearm, "If you want to leave,I won't stop you. A lot is about to go down, and depending on whatever Johnny is caring in those trucks, things might get a bit messy." Chief Briar may have sounded like he was giving her a choice, but he knew Ariana understood him. It was his way of asking her to leave. He wanted her too. Even if she wasn't his blood, he didn't want to lose his daughter.

Ariana shook her head, "No way! I'm your secret weapon against Johnny!" She tried not to be too loud as she said this, "He doesn't know who I am or what I can do!" She grinned, "And I'm sure my plan will work, it's fool-proof! I know it!"

"Hmph…" Chief Vincent nodded. She was an adamant one. He actually wondered why he had even tried to convince her to reconsider this in the first place. It hadn't worked the last three times he tried either. He coughed in to his gloved hand, and then turned to the dozens of police officers stationed on the bridge behind him, "Have your guns locked and loaded, ready to fire on my command. If you're not ready by the time they get here, then you're dead. Johnny and his crew won't pull any punches if it comes to that. Batons and a riot shields only. Only draw your weapons if they do the same. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir!" Came a chorus of voices. Some were ready now with their shotguns leaning against their shoulders, and others with their hands on their sidearms. Other were doing just as he had commanded and readying their firearms for the upcoming firefight.

He reached up to his ear, "Unit leaders, relay that message to your squads as well. If they manage to break past our barricade, then the next two will be ready, and we'll cut down Johnny or at least most of his crew."

[Yes Sir!]

He received quick replies. He glanced over his shoulder and in the distance he could see the other two barricades he had placed along the bridge. He could see them moving around and getting their arms ready.

He hated it. He hated that he would be putting not only the lives of his men on the line against a very dangerous criminal, but also his own daughter. He turned to face the long stretch of bridge. He cupped his hands over his mouth and exhaled slowly, trying to warm them. He glanced down at Ariana. Her hands were balled in to fists at her sides. He could see the look on her face.

She was determined to see this to the end. He knew that.

"If things escalate, run, understand?" He made it sound more like a demand than a plea.

"I have to protect the other officers. Johnny could have weapons that will make their ballistic vests look like nothing by paper. I can at least put up strong barricades," She replied, "I'm doing this, Dad," She looked him dead in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, but she looked up at him, and that was end of his protests. There was that fire in her eyes and that determination. He could easily berate her, and for a second act like her father, rather than the Police Chief. He could tell her to go home immediately, saying that this too dangerous for her. But then again, he had said it in the past when she helped the department with various cases, and she never turned her back on them to go home. She kept at it.

"That had better be one strong shield," Vincent said.

"I think I do pretty good with them," Ariana stated with a smile.

He nodded and looked ahead of him. The weather had been good to them, except for the cold front passing through. There had been no rain; the sun had barely broken through the clouds even before Johnny's announcement. There was no fog. He could see clearly to the other end of the bridge.

He had snipers look down on the bridge, not to fire, but to make sure Johnny didn't try anything. There was only one way in to Jump City and it was through him.

"They're coming…" Ariana stated. The Police Chief nodded.

In the distance roaring engines could be heard. Hollers and cheers too amazingly. It was nothing by a black dot in the distance that gradually became a black line as it came closer, and then things began to take shape. Johnny was at the front of it all, speeding towards them no less than a few dozen bikers behind him surrounding two military-grade trucks.

"Is he going to stop?" Ariana asked. Her hands began to glow with her magical energy.

Chief Briar's eyes narrowed and he raised his left hand high, his right hand on his pistol, "Weapons are the ready, prepare to fire on my mark!" He exclaimed.

Johnny revved his engine and his front wheel rose up off of the road and he performed a wheelie. He showed no signs of slowing down.

"Ready!" Vincent shouted louder this time. Ariana curled her fingers and balls of glowing light began to form in her palms.

Johnny brought his wheel down and a red energy surrounded his front wheel first and then enveloped the man, making him nothing but a streak of red light speeding toward them. The next second Johnny burst from the red light, and he was a changed man.

His skin was grey with red jagged lines that replaced his once black tattoos along his arms. His hair, once black, was dark red and his mohawk became spikes that pointed in every direction. The whites of his eyes became black, and his irises became red. His motorcycle changed as well, becoming mostly black with a red circuit-board pattern. His wheels were covered by the same red energy that had changed him.

"What the hell?!" the chief cursed.

"'Sup Piggies?!" He shouted. He took a sharp turn, and he launched a wave of red energy from the arc of his back wheel. They wave grew and grew as it moved towards them. Chief Briar and Ariana were thrown back against their car, and several officers were thrown to the ground by it. It was harmless wave; it was nothing more than a scare tactic…

Johnny put down the kick stand and hopped off of his bike. He stretched his arms above his head, and audibly inhaled through his nose, "Ahh! Smell that salty, smog-filled air! Feels good to be back on my old stomping grounds!"

"I would say it's nice to see you…" Chief Briar unholstered his weapon, "But then I'd be lying."

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Johnny said with a smile, putting his hands up, "What's with the hostility? I'm an unarmed man, are you really gonna shoot me? I don't think that'll look very good with your higher ups…"

"You're a dangerous criminal. Whatever you did just now to change yourself makes you an even greater threat now," Chief Briar took aim, "That warrants deadly force if necessary. Surrender yourself now, Johnny. Unless you want to go six feet under."

"Hehehe… Ahahahaha!" Chuckling turned in to full blown laughter. Johnny wrapped his arms around his own stomach, doubling over. He was in hysterics. He went to his knees and he slammed his fist against the ground, creating a sizable pothole, "Oooh… oh-ho… Ahahaha! Oh man! You really think that you can take me? News flash, dumbass!" Johnny jumped to his feet, "That pistol is a pea-shooter to me when I'm like this!"

"Gnilioc Leets niahcs!" (Binding Steel Chains)

Johnny stood perfectly still as dozens of pink chains appeared and wrapped around him, dozens more shot past him and he heard his crew shout in protest. He could hear the rattling of chains.

"Get out of that!" Ariana exclaimed. She held her hands in front of her, and purple electricity sparked. She readied her next spell.

Johnny smirked. A red aura surrounded both and his chains. They started to rust and corrode, and after only a few seconds he broke free. He dusted his shoulders off, "That all you got?"

Ariana fired several magical electric bolts and they struck Johnny. He moved his body as he had been struck, but there was no visible damage. Just smoke rising off of his skin.

"Ariana, duck!" Vincent demanded. She did just that, "Open fire!"

Johnny clapped his hands together and a red wall of energy was erected just in front of him. Bullets zoomed through the air and struck the wall but nothing happened, "Stop! Dammit, stop firing!" The Police Chief demanded, yelling over the gunfire. Once it was all over, Johnny let the wall drop and hundreds of bullets clattered to the ground.

"C'mon! The chick knows some moves, let her fight me!" Johnny exclaimed, "I'm gettin' bored over here! Gimme something to do!" He was almost whining. Ariana took a step forward, her fists glowing with her magical energy, but Chief Briar put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"There's no way! I was with you fighting at a distance, but I will not let you fight Johnny by yourself!" He hissed, pulling her back.

"But dad!"

"Pfft! Dad?!" Johnny laughed, going in to hysterics again, "Oh.. Oh-ho! That is rich, Ahahaha! Awww! That wittle baby has to get permission from her daddy to fight the mean bad guy!" He mocked, slapping his knee. His crew, still trapped in chains, laughed as well.

"Errr!" Ariana blushed crimson and her energy created an aura around her.

"Calm Down!" Her father berated her, "He's goading you in! Calm down, right now!"

"How cute! Father and Daughter bonding time!" Johnny threw his head back, howling with laughter.

Tensions were running high. Chief Briar didn't want a fight to break out, especially between his own daughter and this dangerous criminal. He had had no problems with her fighting thieves and robbers in the past, but only because she had had back up or they were pushovers that she could take down without breaking a sweat. But this was Johnny Rancid, an empowered Johnny Rancid at that…

BOOM!

"What the hell?!" Johnny and the Chief shouted. The red-haired menace whirled around in time to see the last of the flames rising from an explosion toward the back end of his crew. That one triggered several more.

"Look out!"

"Out of the way!"

He heard an engine rev and a motorcycle flew over one the trucks. He followed it as it traveled over him as well. It blocked out what little sunlight there was. He could see something akin to a cape flowing behind whoever it was.

"No … No freakin' way!" He shouted. The mirth was gone, and it was replaced by rage, "There's no way in hell!"

And so the fated day has finally arrived, and Johnny Rancid and his new crew, The Wreckers, have arrived. Just to clarify, he did indeed change in to the powered Johnny Rancid after he absorbed some of Larry's power.

Does Johnny have something up his sleeve to combat the police? Will Ariana really try to fight him alone? Who was that on the motorcycle?

Keep reading to find out :)