The Uncanny Kid Razor

To HyperCaz: Hey there, HyperCaz! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! Oh yeah, there will be a fight! Enjoy the new chapter!

To mattb3671: Hey there, matt! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! Yeah, I'm a little proud of the chapter myself. You're welcome, man! Enjoy the new chapter, and I can hardly wait for new chapters of "Peace Between Humans and Mutants: Priceless"!

To The Uncanny R-Man: Hey there, R-Man! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! The strange thing is, fights aren't my biggest strength. I'm not the best at writing fight scenes. Yeah, the fight was fun to do anyway. I agree. Poor ol' Amora. She wanted to win Spencer on her own merits. No spells, no tricks, no funny stuff. They do say a kiss can screw a lot of stuff up. Enjoy the new chapter!

To todd fan: Hey there, todd fan! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! I'm glad you enjoyed the beach. Oh yeah, it's always been suspenseful in Kid Razor's world! Enjoy the new chapter, and I can hardly wait for new chapters of "Slugs and Snails" and "Gifts and Curses"!

Disclaimer: "You gotta ask yourself, 'Do I feel lucky?'. Well do ya, punk?" - Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry

Reunion Tour Part 5: Motor Madness!

Miami, Florida

"Now that…was a reunion." Kid Razor snickered. The Ultimate Rockstar and his fellow Cavaliers: Flamefist, Thunderwing, Steelquake, Windspeed, and Psywave, high-fived each other.

"Ohhhhh…" The Super-Skrull moaned. He looked like he had the living snot pounded out of him. His head was sticking out of a taxi, and he was also covered in molten metal and solid rock. "…I am Captain Sally of the Sheep…"

"Yeah, good thing Steelquake caused a tremor at the right time." Alex "Windspeed" Baines smirked, playfully punching his little brother, Tommy "Steelquake" Baines, in the arm.

"Well, big bro, it was really the fact that you caused a gust at the right angle…" Tommy smirked.

"There they go again." Wendy "Thunderwing" Anderson snickered.

"Why don't you guys come back home to Cleveland with the Kid of Rock for a while." Razor smirked, pulling his Warper out of his jacket. He set the coordinates for Cleveland, pressed the button, and the warp appeared.

Braddock Manor, London, England

Amora, aka the Enchantress, was sitting at the table in the Braddock Manor. The Asgardian was holding a cup of tea, and she looked very depressed.

"Amora? Is something wrong?" A blonde pointy-eared woman peeked in. She was Meggan Braddock. Her home was also the headquarters of Excalibur, a super-team that she and Amora were members of. Amora looked up at her.

"…Aye." Amora nodded sadly. "I hast…how doth the mortals say it now…screwed up big time."

"What do you mean?" Meggan wondered, taking a seat.

"I had…accidentally…placed Spencer under my thrall of sorts…" Amora sighed.

"Oh, dear…" Meggan sighed.

"He hates me." Amora moaned. "Spencer is convinced I am attempting to use him in some form of nefarious plot. That was doth not intended. I doth not wanted Spencer to fall blindly for me." She sighed. "I wished to win his heart justly. He hast the intelligence and intuition of a scholar, and the courage and strength of a warrior. I think the nine worlds of him."

"Poor you." Meggan sighed.

"I made the same mistake with Skurge." Amora sighed, remembering the Executioner, her old crony back when she was trying to conquer Asgard. "I used him. I had taken advantage of his love for me. I realized I had loved him when he died. He died in a manner befitting him as a warrior. I had vowed never to make that mistake again. It is like Skurge is visiting some wrath upon me from Valhalla."

Cleveland, Ohio

"Come down here and fight, broad!" Motorhead roared angrily. He was sitting on his motorcycle, and he had morphed his arms into shotgun barrels. He was firing yellow energy bullets at a flying Ramada. The space princess was easily dodging the bullets, which exploded when they hit the stands.

"Ha!" Ramada laughed. "You are a terrible shot! You'll have to improve your aim if you wish to shoot down Princess Ramada of Torac!"

"Hold still, you royal pain!" Motorhead roared, still firing his guns. Altoc, the little disco ball-like orb that came to Earth with Ramada, was watching.

"Oh dear, I hope Ramada is careful…" Altoc moaned. He then picked up sirens. "Oh dear…" He floated down to the front of the stadium. The sounds of explosions, super-punches, chainsaws, cursing in both English and in some alien tongue, and swordplay were heard in the background, coming from inside the stadium. Altoc floated down to the squad car and saw two familiar figures emerge from the car.

"Oh, look. The disco ball." Sgt. Amanda Briscoe snickered. Sgt. Harold Polanski groaned.

"I really dislike being called that." Altoc sighed.

"Kid Razor calls you that all the time." Briscoe shrugged. "Since he isn't around, I thought I'd keep it up."

"Doesn't your charge have parents?" Polanski muttered.

"Yes." Altoc answered.

"Well, she's been here on Earth for quite some time. You think they'd notice she's gone." Polanski explained.

"You'd be surprised how busy the rulers of a planet are." Altoc sighed. An explosion was heard from within the stadium. "Oh, dear."

"Let me guess…" Polanski muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose to show his annoyance. "Your…charge is in there, getting into a fight."

"Oh yes. With some odd red-skinned human on a motorcycle." Altoc answered. Briscoe and Polanski's jaws dropped. They looked at each other.

"Motorhead!" They exclaimed in unison.

"Who?" Altoc wondered.

"Motorhead." Polanski growled. "A psychopath if I ever met one. What's worse is that he's an undead psychopath."

"Motorhead was once a psychotic motorcycle-riding serial killer named Jeremy Todd." Briscoe explained. "He would rampage America's roadways, attacking with his trademark shotguns and chainsaws. He was wanted in all 48 Continental states."

"Appropriately enough, the psycho died thanks to a highway patrolman in southern Ohio. In actuality, Todd was drunk, and he crashed his bike into a moving squad car." Polanski smirked. "The patrolman survived. Hell, he was actually commended for taking Todd out."

"A long while back, he mysteriously returned." Briscoe nodded. "No one is exactly sure how. And according to his statements, he had been transformed into a half-man, half-demon. Motorhead's pretty tough."

"Yeah, but his power's cut in half if he gets knocked off his bike." Polanski muttered.

KABOOM!

"Look out!" Altoc yelled. Polanski and Briscoe quickly dove behind the police car. A cackling Motorhead raced out on his motorcycle, firing a shotgun arm behind him. Ramada flew by them, in pursuit of the mad half-man, half-demon biker. Upon a closer look, it was revealed that Ramada was using a cable she had thrown around the back of the bike. Their car managed to protect Altoc and the two officers from flying stadium shrapnel.

"Hold it, Motorhead!" Polanski drew his gun, but Motorhead was too far away. "Dammit!"

"Come on! We must pursue them!" Altoc exclaimed. The two cops nodded and leapt in the car.

"I can't believe we're listening to a floating disco ball." Polanski muttered to himself as he buckled in.

"Meh. We've been through weirder stuff." Briscoe shrugged. The squad car raced off. They tried to keep up, but an Earthly squad car couldn't quite keep up with a demonic bike towing a space princess.

"Blast it! We can't keep up with them! We'll burn out this thing's engine before we can match Motorhead's speed!" Polanski growled.

"I can track Ramada." Altoc offered. "As her guardian, I can scan for her energy signature. There's none like it…well, it helps that she is the only native of her world here." Altoc started to glow red. "She is at the Business District."

"Brilliant." Briscoe sighed.

"The Business District is at its busiest at this hour!" Polanski quickly checked his watch. "I hope your little alien doesn't end up getting anyone killed."

"…So do I." Altoc sighed.

The Business District, Cleveland

"Ha!" Ramada lifted up Motorhead's bike, with him still on it, flew a short distance into the air, and hurled it into a building. "You are powerful, demon! But you still have to prove your mettle to Ramada!" Motorhead's bike leapt toward her by itself (It's mentally commanded by Motorhead himself), and it attempted to run over her. The squad car slammed into the bike and knocked it to the side. Polanski and Briscoe emerged from the car. Ramada snarled. The young alien warrior took to the air and flew into the hole in the building. However, she was slowed down by Motorhead, packing his shotgun arms.

"Eat Demon Bullet, you space case!" He fired at her. She dodged the bullets. The bullets smashed into the building behind her. The bullets caused chunks of the building to fall down to the ground. Unfortunately, it looked like it was all about to fall on top of a dazed person.

"No!" Polanski ran towards the man.

"Harry! No!' Briscoe screamed. Ramada turned around.

"No! Polanski! Run back! Let me AAAARGH!" Motorhead blasted the space princess in the back. Polanski pushed the guy out of the way, but the falling rubble covered the police officer.

"HARRY!"

FWOOSH!

A portal opened up. Kid Razor and the Rock 'n' Roll Cavaliers went out.

"Oh my God!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Polanski's under there!" Briscoe screamed, trying to dig through the rubble. Motorhead smirked.

"Hey Razor!" Motorhead cackled. "Looks like Selene just may pay me after all!" Stupid fool! Morgan's plan is working perfectly! She had better pay me good!

"I KNEW IT!" Ronnie Rocker appeared. "I KNEW SHE WAS UP TO HER OLD TRICKS!"

Next: Reflections of a Rockstar! Kid Razor reflects on his actions in this chapter and his crashing of the Thing and Selene's wedding in "Uncanny Four".