A/N: And here. we. go...
Chapter 11: Lighting
2 weeks later…
Today was the day; tonight was the night. He hadn't eaten all day; his stomach was a massive knot in his abdomen; his heart was in his throat.
"I think twenty men would have been enough." Cowbird muttered beside him from the passenger's seat, his voice barely heard because Yellow had turned up the radio to hear the weather reports.
"Jericho, shut your mouth. These two beings are potentially the two strongest in the entire world, maybe even the universe." Yellow snarled, keeping an iron grip on the steering wheel as he drove the Maxima into the brush.
"How did you… how did you know my name?" Cowbird choked on his own spit, touching one hand to his throat, the expression of fear on his face melted into the dark.
"Nicolae told me." Yellow answered simply.
"Oh."
"Chloroform ready?" He asked, continuing conversation as if Cowbird wasn't writing in pain.
"Will be. Two rags are soaking." There was no inflection in his voice, monotone.
"Good." Yellow smirked, pleased. He yanked the vehicle to a stop deep with in the palms, at least twenty yards back from a small fire, around which sixty or so men were gathered, all varying in species of Mobian, but all male and all huge. Yellow couldn't help but giggle with pleasure and excitement as he sprang from the car.
"I don't know." Cowbird moaned softly, then climbed out as well.
Though it was full moon, all light was strangled by the oncoming mass of clouds as it advanced across the sky mercilessly. The radio still screamed warnings of the Category Three hurricane marching towards the coast. Landfall would take place in a matter of hours, potentially within the hour at this point. Lightning danced from cloud to cloud, still too far away to become cloud-to-ground, while thunder shredded the serenity of the beach.
"Boss?" A dog, pit-bull by the looks of him, took a step out of the group and addressed Yellow, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yeah. On your orders."
"Now." Yellow's smirk was completely for another reason. Rather than just doing another job with a ton of pay as this dog was, Yellow was being paid to fulfill his fantasy, to act on his greatest obsession.
All sixty men gave whoops of excitement as they dashed off into their Jeeps. Only four remained, including the dog, to ride along with Yellow and Cowbird in the Maxima. With everyone hiding in the brush, surprise would be their main advantage, with support found in numbers. They would not fail simply because Yellow wouldn't allow it, not when they were so close to success.
"Her boyfriend ain't here?" One of the members inside the Maxima, a lynx, asked.
"No. He's in Russia by now." Cowbird answered quietly.
"It's too bad. Not even the greatest hero in the world can save them." Another responded.
"I find it more amusing that he won't be here to witness his girlfriend's fall from grace." The dog huffed, folding his arms over his chest.
"Boss predicts she'll fall even farther than that." Cowbird murmured, passing one rag to Yellow and the other to the dog.
"Now." Yellow muttered, taking hold of the rag and stepping out of the vehicle just as another pulled up into the driveway of the large beach house just beyond cover of the brush. The target car, 2001 black Chevy Tahoe.
Now… Now was the time. The time to end the resistance, to turn twilight into night, to tear them apart at the seams. But to start this fire, this hellish blaze that would bring the ruin dreamed up by Phoenix's highest powers to reality, one must light a match. And that one was standing just inside the shadows, silver eyes glinting in anticipation, yellow quills bristling, body tensed, and fist clenched around a chloroform-soaked rag.
A/N: Now, the bloodshed begins. X33333