Hey, I'm back again. Sorry, things have been crazy for me, but I'm updating now! I'm really surprised at how many Freakazoid stories have been added. It makes me really happy to read them, though. To any Freakazoid writers who may be reading this, keep up the awesome work!
Wow, I'm surprised by all the songs people listed. And they all fit so well, it's going to be difficult to pick just one. Though I'll probably use the others somewhere else in the fanfic.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own anything.
.:FLYINGMINTBUNNY:.
"Business is awfully slow tonight, isn't it?" I asked Uncle Liam, bored to tears.
He laughed, "It often is. That's why we want you to sing, to draw in more customers."
"Right." I sighed, gazing out into the darkened streets. "I wish we had a customer right now."
My wish came true. At that moment the bell above the cafe door rang signaling the arrival of a customer. Well, customers. I looked up at them and to my surprise, I was met with the sight of blue skin. Freakazoid had just entered along with an old cop, who I recognized from the Cobra Queen incident, and a man wearing a kilt. Uncle Liam went over to get them a seat and give them menues.
"How odd." I thought, staring blankly at the strange trio. "It seems that whenever I'mnot with Dexter, I run into Freakazoid."
I was left to think about this for awhile until Uncle Liam came over to me and gave me a notepad and pen. "Could you go take their orders?" I nodded mutely, taking the items handed to me, and walked to the table.
"I'm sorry Freakazoid, but I've never heard of superheroes called Mad Hatter or Darkness." I heard the cop say. I froze in my tracks and decided to eavesdrop.
Freakazoid sighed, resting his head in his hand, "It's weird that they showed up out of nowhere though."
"Ya should be grateful fer the help, lad. Maybe you could talk to this Darkness character and ask her to help ya out a little." the man in the kilt suggested.
"Oh, but you know that girl you were talking about, Charlotte Hightopp? I mentioned the name to another cop, a friend of mine and he told me some things that made me concerned." the cop spoke up.
"What do you mean Cosgrove?"
In response the cop, Cosgrove, pulled out a thick manilla folder and plopped it on the table.I swallowed nervously when I saw it. "I hope that's not what I think it is."Freakazoid opened the folder and with a shocked expression, pulled out my old mug shot.
In the picture, my hair was much shorter, like the length a boy's hair would be. A murderous glare was in my eyes and a nasty sneer on my face. Sitting in the corner of my mouth was a cigar. The police had tried to get it away from me, but eventually they gave up. "Not one of my finest moments.." I thought guiltily.
"Cosgrove, what is this?" Freakazoid asked in what I could only interpret as horror.
"That's her record. Charlotte Hightopp was second in command of an all girl gang appropriately named the Jade Dragons. She's been arrested many times." Cosgrove explained.
"For what, exactly?"
"Assault of an officer, street brawls, resisting arrest, and the use of just bout every illegal substance there is. Even the cigar in her mouth."
"I didn't think cigars were illegal."
"It's Cuban, and she's under the smoking age."
"Oh. Yeah, that's illegal."
"In her gang days she was often called a mad woman. They also said that she had a nasty temper and snapped when someone hurt anyone in her gang. She treated them like family."
"So, she's really dangerous?" he asked worriedly, shifting through the papers.
"Beyond dangerous. But then she suddenly went straight and convinced the others to do the same. The Jade Dragons have been broken up ever since." the cop went on.
"And they all went along with that willingly?" the Scotsman asked skeptically.
"All but one. The leader, Victoria, or Vicky, as the group called her."
My heart clenched at the name. One of my hands reached up to grip my shirt, the place directly over my heart. "Vicky..."
"Victoria was angry that the entire gang wanted out. They tried reasoning with her, but it didn't work. In the end they all had to take her down and hand her over to the police."
"Hey, what's this one about?" Freakazoid asked, holding up a newspaper clipping.
"That was considered to be her community service. She helped the police stop a drug exchange between two gangs and helped arrest the members."
"I remember that." I commented, deciding to make my presence known.
Freakazoid jumped at the sound of my voice and began scrambling to put the papers back in the folder. He cover the closed folder with his arms, making him resemble a child guilty of cheating on a test. "Um, I can explain!" he said frantically.
I raised an eyebrow and smiled in amusement, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm sure you can."
He stuttered for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to say. "You're worried about Dexter I take it?" I guessed. He smiled sheepishly and nodded. I sighed, "Listen, I'm going to tell you what I told Dexter. I've changed and I'm putting that all behind me."
"I'm sorry. It's not that I don't trust you-"
I cut him off, "Don't even start. It's nice to see someone showing some concern for Dexter. Just don't go spreading that stuff around, I'd like to get a fresh start."
He nodded and relaxed, grinning his usual idiotic grin.
"Now," I began, readying my notepad and pen with a smile, "Are you gentlemen ready to order?"
.:IMTHEHERO:.
By the end of the night I had gotten to know the old police officer, Sgt. Mike Cosgrove, and the Scotsman, Roddy Macstew, well.
Upon returning home William informed me that there had been no criminal activity that night.
I fell into a fitful sleep that night.
.:PASTAAAA:.
Falling. I was falling down a hole, clumsily dodging objects that seemed to be floating in midair.
Just before I hit the bottom, it all went black. The scene around me changed. Instead of falling I was on my feet again. No longer was I in the dark hole, but in a sunny field.
The field was beautiful. It had lush green grass, tall and green leafy trees, and gorgeous colorful flowers. The sky was a clear vibrant blue, a few lazy clouds floating by.
Suddenly, the field was set ablaze. The fire consumed everything in it's path and the smoke clouded the sky, turning it gray.
The fire cleared, revealing the devastated field. The once blue sky was now an ugly black, the sun's rays unable to reach the earth. The grass had been turned to ash, making it dusty and gray. The flowers and trees had all been burnt to a crisp.
What horrified me most though, was the large amount of red liquid splattered on the ground and the smell of death lingering in the air.
At the far end of the field I spotted a woman clothed in a red and black dress. She had a bulbous head and curly crimson hair. A golden crown with red gem stones sat atop her head.
Out of nowhere, a giant dragon like creature rose up behind her, looking like it was medically stitched together. An army of red and black card like soldiers also stood behind the woman.
A man with short black hair and cruel, cold onyx eyes stood next to the woman, wearing black armor.
"You can't stop us." she said, smiling smugly.
"You've already lost, little girl." the man taunted maliciously.
The dragon creature let out a mighty roar , shaking the ground. It opened it's jaws wide and unleashed a blast of purple lightening, destroying everything that was left. I screeched in surprise, the creature's attack barely missing me.
When the blast ended, the woman, the man, the army, the creature, everything was gone.
However, the horror didn't end there. In the pitch black darkness, several bodies fell from above and landed at my feet.
I was sweating and about ready to hyperventilate as I gazed at the familiar bodies. The bloody and battered forms of William, my mother, Uncle Tenpou, Uncle Takashi, Uncle Liam, Dexter, and Freakazoid laid before me, looks of pure terror carved on their lifeless faces.
"You couldn't save them! You couldn't save them!" a female voice sang.
Tears streamed down my face, rage and sorrow racking my body. "COME OUT NOW!" I yelled, furious.
"You want me to come out? Okay!" the singing voice said.
The form that stepped out of the shadows made my eyes go wide, my body froze up, and my blood felt like ice in my veins.
It was me as Darkness, a grin on her face. She laughed at my shocked and horrified expression.
"Who or what are you?" I asked, trembling.
"I'm Darkness. I'm Madness. I'm Lottie. Who am I, you ask? I'm you." she stated.
"I-I don't understand." I stuttered.
She sighed and began walking towards me. "How can I put this in terms that you can understand? I'm the madness that lives within your mind. I was here since the day you were born, remaining dormant until now."
I took steps back as she continued forward. "Why did you show me these things and attack me in the mall? Why are you doing this?"
She grinned madly, never pausing in her advance, "I'm here to remind you of what you forgot."
"What I forgot?"
She laughed, "Are you really that dense? You forgot who and what you are. You forgot your birthplace, you forgot your family, you forgot your father, and most importantly, you forgot your destiny." She trapped me into a corner.
"What if I don't want to remember?"
She frowned, "You must. Many lives depend on it."
"Why?" I asked, confused.
She shook her head sadly, "Down with bloody big head and the death king."
.:BELIEVEIT:.
I shot up in my bed Friday morning, panting, sweating, and to my surprise, crying.
There was a timid knock at my bedroom door. "Sister?" came Williams soft voice through the door. "I heard you from my room. Can I come in?"
I wiped the tears from my eyes quickly before muttering, "Come in."
He walked in, still clad in his green pajamas, concern written all over his face. He came over to the bed and sat beside me. "Sister, are you okay? I heard you scream."
I stared down at my hands, thinking. "Do you remember our birthplace?"
He became surprised, "No. I had trouble remembering things as a child, remember?"
I looked up t him hopelessly, "No, I don't. That's the problem."
William put his hands on my shoulders, "Charlotte, what happened?"
I told my brother about my dream. He was shocked and scared by the things I had described. He became more worried when I told him about the incident at the mall.
"You should go talk to Uncle Tenpou. He may know what's going on." he offered. I nodded silently. "Do you want me to take over patrol tonight?" he asked as I got out of bed.
"No, I'll be fine."
He sighed at my stubbornness, "Alright, sister. Be careful."
I managed to give him a small smile, despite still being so shaken up, "Always."
.:IGOTABOWELGOODFORME:.
Sorry the chapter short, but I'm exhausted. I think I tormented Charlotte too much. Not a very happy dream, huh? Well, read and-
"WE INTERRUPT THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE TO BRING YOU SOMETHING VERY SPECIAL."
.:SNOOPYSNOOP:.
A close up image of an onyx black eye appears on the computer screen, examining the camera that was recording it.
"HELLOOOO PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET! CAN YOU SEE ME?" Freakazoid asked in an obnoxious and loud voice.
Suddenly, he was knock away from the camera. An annoyed Charlotte came into view. Her leg was raised from kicking Freakazoid. "Stop fooling around, dumbass. We're doing this for a reason and it's not for your amusement."
William walked into the shot too, shaking his head at his sister's actions, clearly disapproving. "Sister, that wasn't very nice. Or lady like."
"Screw both of those! His annoying voice is giving me a headache."
"Nut bunnies! That hurt, Charlotte!" Freakazoid exclaimed, getting to his feet.
"It was supposed to, stupid!" the redhead snapped.
"If you two are really going to have a lover's spat, could you not do it in front of me?" William smirked at the blushing faces of his sister and the freak.
"What the hell are you talking about? I'll kill you!" she sputtered, lunging for her brother.
"Don't say that!" Freakazoid added before joining the fight.
"HEY!" They all froze as Cosgrove and Roddy walked up to them. "Cut that out."
They instantly separated, backs facing each other, pouting childishly. "You started it." they muttered in unison.
"The lass is right, ye know. We're here for an important reason." Roddy reasoned.
"Right!" Freakazoid shouted, excited. Everyone stared at him incredulously. He then turned to them with a sheepish smile, "Why are we here again?" The others sighed in exasperation, uttering single, annoyed, "Freakazoid..."
It was then that Tenpou, Takashi, and Liam joined the group, rolling a large silver cart. On the cart was an object covered by a sheet. Freakazoid took one look at it and a grin spread across his face. "OH! I remember now!"
"Good, now hurry up and get over here so we can do this." Charlotte ordered. Freakazoid complied quickly.
"Alright then. Now we, the cast of "Freaky Mad Darkness", have a very important message to deliver." the redhead explained.
Tenpou tore the sheet off the object to reveal a very large and tall cake. The icing on it read, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATHALORIAL!"
Streamers and confetti fell as the characters grinned, saying, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
.:ELLOIFOUNDBALLOON:.
"WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED AUTHOR'S NOTE."
...I bet you thought I forgot, huh Nathalorial? But I didn't! So Happy Birthday! I hope you have a good birthday and like this chapter. Side note: try guessing where the quotes in the dividers are from. Read and review please, I'm still taking song suggestions.
