Chapter Eleven: Arrival
The characters in this fic, by and large, do not belong to me. The X-Men, and related characters, are the property of Marvel Comics. GI Joe, and related characters, belong to Hasbro. The Delgado children (Althea, Brittany, Daria, Quinn, and Claudius), Xi, Sgt Snuffles, and the Eloi belong to Red Witch. The OC of Reader (and trust me I didn't go into this intending to bring an OC of any kind in) does belong to me.
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Cammy- Re. Evan- It's not really a spoiler, because you find out where he is later in the chapter- he's still with the Morlocks. Will he live or die? You know I can't tell you that! Re. Sinister and the attack- which attack do you mean? The attack on Kieros, or the attack on the Eloi and the Morlocks? He has his motives for each. I can't tell you more than that, but if you're a comics fan, you can guess. Mine is one of the best stories you've found? Thank you! Thank you very much, and let me say that there are stories that are a lot better than mine.
"Wow," David Haller breathed as he saw the black jet speed away from the cliffs. "Didja see that, mama?"
"Yes, David," Gabrielle replied. Charles called her a half hour ago, and she still felt like somebody pulled the rug out from under her. The nightmare was back.
She was stopped by the closed gates. She rolled down her window, and pressed a button on the intercom.
"Hello?" an unfamiliar and awfully young sounding, voice answered.
"This is Gabrielle Haller. Charles is expecting me."
"Yeah, he is. Come right in."
The gates opened. Gabrielle drove up to the front doors, and parked.
If David was awed by the jet, the mansion excited him even more.
"It's so big," he breathed.
'And it'll be yours by right, one day,' Gabrielle thought as she went up to the door, which opened before she could knock. A young man with red sunglasses opened it.
"Ms. Haller?" he asked. It was the voice on the intercom.
"Please, call me Gabrielle. Judging by the sunglasses, you must be Scott."
"That's right, Ms.- Gabrielle. The Professor's this way." He gestured for them to enter. Gabrielle did, but David stopped and looked at Scott.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses?" David asked.
"To help control my mutation," Scott said matter-of-factly.
David's face scrunched up in confusion.
"What's a mu-tash-ion?" he asked Scott.
It was Scott's turn to look confused. Then, his expression changed, as if he was listening to someone else. Scott nodded. Gabrielle puckered her lips in displeasure. Apparently, Charles hadn't even seen fit to tell his students about David until now, and even then, he didn't tell them everything.
"I'll tell you later," Scott smiled. "This way, Gabrielle."
"I'll take it from here, Scott," Charles said as he entered the foyer. "Why don't you take David to the games room?"
"Hi, Professor X!" David said happily.
"Hello, David. I'll be right with you after I talk to your mother. Until then, be a good boy, and do what Scott tells you."
"Okay," David replied.
Xavier led Gabrielle to his study. Gabrielle tried something.
*When do I get to find out what's going on?* she sent.
*Good, you're still in practice. And, to answer, right now.*
Charles opened the door, and they entered his study. He told Gabrielle of the day's events.
"Oh, lord," Gabrielle breathed. "She never did anything that big before, but that's Malice's style. What are we going to do now?"
"We've sent a team to do a search. It's doubtful they'll find anything, but we have to make an effort. In the meantime, I'll show you to your room if you like."
***
It was quiet in the Danger Room. Most of the wounded Eloi were sleeping, and the rest were set up in spare rooms. The only people on duty were Ray, Lacey, Fred, Peter, and Lifeline.
Ray was doing what he was told- monitoring everybody's heartbeat, listening to their breathing, changing the occasional bedpan (the most fun work in the world, that) and doing whatever Lifeline told him to.
He looked down at an Eloi male about his age- short dark hair, some muscles, and a square jaw. He was closer to sturdy than handsome, but not ugly by any means. The guy took a few of Riptide's throwing stars to the chest. Poor guy- it was a wonder he survived.
A lot bothered Ray about the attack. The Eloi were people living in peace. They didn't want to hurt anybody, just to be left alone. Not only that, but their attackers were mutants. It was ironic, in a way- they Eloi wanted to be left alone by humans, and it was their own kind that hurt them. Ray didn't know how many Eloi there were originally, but to hear the Misfits, the Joes, and the Outriders talk, the casualties were high.
"Hello." Ray looked down- it was the man in the bed.
"I don't think you should talk," Ray said quietly. He didn't want to wake anybody else up.
"I got hurt in the chest, not the throat. What's your name?"
"Ray. They call me Berzerker."
"You're kinda young to be a Joe. Are you a new Misfit?"
"I'm not a Misfit- and I couldn't have this 'do in the army. I'm an X-Man, kind of. They're calling us the New Mutants, until they think up something better."
"Oh, you're with Xavier. We've heard of you guys. Is this the Institute?"
"Yup."
"Okay. Where are my manners? My mama named me Roland, but the Eloi call me Reader." He held up a hand. Ray shook it.
"What can you do?" Ray asked.
"This is gonna sound funny, but I see auras. It's sort of like empathy, but sometimes I can get a line on what somebody's thinking about. What about you?"
"I'm electric."
"So I shouldn't get wet with you?"
Ray laughed. "No. I can control it- most of the time."
"Most of the time?"
"I kinda lose control when I'm mad, but I'm working on it."
"Well, I won't get you mad, then." Roland blinked, and looked into Ray's eyes. A smile crossed his face. "I see you're like me."
"Like what?"
"You know."
"Know what?"
"You've heard the call of the bull."
"The what?"
"You're gay, like me."
"What?" That was loud. It didn't wake anybody up, but it earned him several glares. "No, I'm not!" Ray said in a quieter voice.
"You're not?" Roland looked up at him in confusion. "I guess the painkillers must be messing with my powers. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Ray shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.
"Really?"
"Yeah- I mean, if you're powers are getting screwed around, you could have seen me as liking- I dunno- the Discovery Channel or some boring crap like that."
Ray talked with Reader for a little while longer before continuing with his rounds. After they were relieved by Hank and his helpers- Lance, Big Tom, Roberto, and Jean- Lacey came up to him.
"Talking to Reader, huh?" she asked him. Ray nodded.
"Yeah, so?"
"He saw something you didn't like, huh?"
"He saw- it don't matter 'cause he was wrong. The painkillers were screwing his powers around. He said so himself." Lacey shook her head.
"I doubt it. Reader's been accurate under far heavier medication. And besides, I'm the one in charge of handing out pills. I had to give Reader another painkiller a little bit after your talk. The ones I gave him earlier had worn off." Ray looked at her, but didn't say anything. "Look, I know it's not my place to say this, but I think I know what he told you because I saw the way he was looking at you, and if I'm right, nobody's going to say anything about it here. You don't have anything to be afraid of." She clapped him on the shoulder, and went off. Ray stood in the corridor, lost in thought.
'I'm not gay. I've had lots of girlfriends: Erica, Michelle, Sabrina, Lauren, Jill, Scaleface, Amara, Tabby… I'm not gay!'
'It doesn't mean I'm gay if I suck at commitment,' his thoughts went on. 'And so what if I can also appreciate a guy? I like women. Women. So why do I keep looking for the one that will really turn me on when I find a great one?'
***
Peter stooped over a counter in the kitchen, drinking coffee. He had a good night sleep, but the event of the day were tiring, and not just physically.
Looking up, he saw Fred stumble in, heading for the refrigerator. It was a scene that had played out several times back at the Brotherhood House.
Fred looked around for a moment, and settled on the makings of a sandwich. A hoagie which would have made Cliff Huxtable on The Cosby Show start one of those rambling, magnificent speeches about how big that sandwich was. Peter looked away, and the 'Minute Waltz' began playing in Peter's head. It played three times before Peter finally heard Fred take the first bite.
"You've broken your record," Peter said.
"Huh?" Fred asked, mouth full.
"You've broken your old record." He turned to look at him. "You remember when Pyro gathered us all together to watch you make one of those- what did he call them?"
"Blob Deluxes," Fred reminded him, and then took another bite. Fred remembered that. First it was Pyro, Pietro, and Todd, then Lance, then Remy and Peter. Fred would have chuckled as he remembered Wanda blasting her way into the kitchen to get herself a snack, but the last time he laughed while eating he almost choked. Eventually, even Wanda joined in the fun, joining in with the others in chanting 'chomp-chomp-chomp' when Pyro decided to time how long it took him to eat. It was just under thirty seconds, but Fred could have crammed it down if he wanted to. If he did, he wouldn't get as much flavour. The fun ended when Mystique barged in and start yelling at everybody. Ah, the bad old days. The Joes yell too, but only because they care (or in Beach Head's case, because he's an anal retentive jerk with a teddy-bear complex).
"It used to take you four minutes," Peter said.
"I've been working on it," Fred replied modestly. He knew he could make it even quicker, but food preparation is an art, something that requires respect and reverence. His grandma used to say that a lot. Everybody would come from miles around when she laid out one of her big spreads- Fred could never understand how there would always be more than enough for everybody, even though all those people just dropped in. Yessir, Grandma was still the most loved woman in the county- there was at least one attempt to break her out of the big house every year.
"I see," Peter nodded.
They were quiet for a while, Peter with his coffee and Fred with his hoagie.
"How was it?" Peter asked when Fred was done. He wasn't talking about the hoagie, and they both knew it.
"It was bad," Fred admitted. "When we got there, it was bad already. There were bodies all over, and people with missing limbs. I remember how proud I was that nobody got sick. I mean, I was raised on a farm, so I'm used to being around real dead things, but except for Xi the others-"
"Think that beef and pork magically appear in supermarkets," Peter nodded.
"Yeah! But, I guess there just wasn't time for that. The Marauders were still attacking, and we had to help stop them. There was Blockbuster- he's one real big guy, bigger than you, even- so I just charged him. When I first saw him, he was stepping on a little kid's chest. I never hated anybody so much in my entire life, not even Magneto or Mystique. They may have done stuff like that, but I've never actually seen them do it, y'know?"
"I have an idea," Peter nodded grimly.
"Well, all I know is, I want another shot at him." Fred's normally dark eyes were almost black.
"Would you kill him?"
"Yeah. Yeah I would." Fred said it with no hesitation. Peter remembered the body of the young girl, the one he buried first.
"Good!" he said fiercely, and they locked eyes. An unspoken agreement was formed: if you can't, then I will.
***
"This place is so big," David marvelled looking around as Scott showed him where his room would be. "How do you remember where everything is?"
"Well, when you live someplace long enough, you get to know where everything is."
"That makes sense," David nodded. Scott couldn't resist looking at him out of the corner of his eye. When the Professor told Jean and him that there would be some new guests staying at the mansion for awhile, Scott assumed that the 'young man' he mentioned wouldn't be any younger than Jamie. He turned out to be much younger in mind, but in body he had to be older than Scott himself, if only by a few years. But something was bothering him. Why did David look so familiar?
He would never forget what it was like explaining mutations to David.
"Oh, that's why Professor X knows what everyone's thinking, he has a mu-tash-ion. Does everybody here have one?"
"Just about."
It was weird, but it just proved how adaptive little kids really are. David, for all that he had to be 19 or 20, was a little kid.
"Here we are," Scott said, opening the door and turning on the light. David's bag had already been brought to the room, and they would be going for more things in the morning. "Your mother is right across the hall, and if you need anything, Jean and I are right next door to you." Next door, on either side. The symbolism of putting a child between Scott and Jean wasn't lost on either of them.
"Okay," David chirped, and opened his bag and pulled out an oversized shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. Scott took the hint and stepped outside. When David re-emerged, he was dressed for bed.
"Are you going to bed now?" Scott asked.
"I dunno. Mama usually tells me when to go to bed."
"Well, it's not that late, so why don't we go play some more video games?"
"Okay," David smiled, and they headed back. Adult body or not, having a kid around wasn't so bad. Of course, Scott reflected, this was an unusually well behaved child, and he didn't have to raise him.
***
Jinx, Ororo, and Shipwreck were in the Institute's communications centre. Comm duty was Ororo's duty, but Jinx had opted to stay with her- whether to wait for Logan or to prevent another murder was anybody's guess.
Surprisingly, Shipwreck was a perfect gentleman. In all the time they had been there, he had yet to make a pass of any sort at Ororo. Of course, he had worries of his own.
"What's taking them so long?" Shipwreck shouted.
"They will contact us when they have found something," Ororo reminded him.
"And when will that be?"
"When they find something!" Ororo answered, eyes flashing. "Getting agitated won't do any good for anyone."
"She's got a point, Shipwreck," Jinx added. "You'll only give yourself a coronary." It was times like this when Jinx could almost picture something developing between the two of them- when Shipwreck was honest, and Ororo not annoyed. That's how it was between her and Falcon. Of course, they eventually broke up… The moments seldom lasted- annoyance usually set in, or Shipwreck would try to get 'charming.'
Shipwreck ignored her, although he did seem to calm down.
"You send them out to fight all the time," Jinx went on. "You don't get this worried."
"No, but that's different."
"Fighting the Marauders is different from fighting Cobra or the Acolytes?" Ororo asked. From her tone, it seemed she genuinely wanted to know why he would think so.
"Losing," Shipwreck said quietly.
"Losing?"
"Cobra. The Acolytes. We've fought them all, and they always lost. Yeah, okay, they usually lose at the eleventh hour, but they always lose. They can strike without warning, and they'll still lose. These guys, though- they won. They had to, because we sure as hell didn't. That scares me, okay? I've never sent my little girl against people that haven't lost."
Ororo looked at him, then crossed the room and looked into his eyes.
"Althea is perhaps the most competent teenager I have ever met. You have had her trained very well, and you've had the rest of the Misfits trained very well." Shipwreck smiled- not his usual self-assures smile, but one filled with bitterness and pride.
"I know, but that's not enough. I need to be sure." He was silent for a moment. "Do you know how it started?"
"Althea's training?'
"Yeah, that. We all knew that people were gonna come for her, one way or another. The self-defense training- and that's what it was at first- was just to keep her safe, not to send her out to fight. Only, she was better at it than anybody guessed, and she loved it- really loved it!- so we- Mara and me- we let her learn the dangerous stuff. When I said yes back then, I didn't know she'd end up saving the world."
"You're proud of her. And terrified for her. And you don't know which one is greater. The pride and the terror are so mixed up in your heart that when you're proud you're still worrying over what could have happened to her, and when you're terrified you're still far more proud of her than you can ever say."
"Yeah," Shipwreck smiled. "That's it!"
"It's the same way for me," Ororo admitted. "Only, as little as it may seem like it, most of my charges have a mother. I can't imagine what it must be like for you, being Althea's father, and being like a father to the rest of the other Misfits."
"I dunno about that," Shipwreck disagreed. "Roadblock is Todd's father- I'm more of an uncle who's going to be a father-in-law. Lance is Spirit's- again with the uncle where I'm concerned. Xi has… something with Low Light. I think I can call Wanda and Pietro mine, although they're really close to Bree and Lifeline too. Fred belongs to all of us, in a weird way."
"But you're close to all of them."
"Yeah, like you're close to yours."
"Hmm. You know, at first I disagreed with Charles over the entire idea of the X-Men. It's on thing for adults to choose that life, but children have the right to be children. The Institute should be for learning control, not for fighting others. However, I came to see that Charles was… well, if not right, than at least not wrong. Fearing what you can't understand is a human trait, and as much as everybody on both sides seems to forget it, we're all human, which is to say, profoundly flawed. The children need to learn how to defend themselves- unfortunately, with the world the way it is, that means that they need to learn to fight."
"Exactly," Shipwreck nodded. "Exactly. But are we doing the right thing by sending them out into messes like these?"
"I don't know," Ororo replied honestly. "But given their training, can we be surprised if they don't at least want to go?"
Jinx began to feel extremely uncomfortable. The conversation was awfully personal. Still, if she had heard anyone telling her that the two of them spent this amount of time together without ending up in the sack or (far more likely) Ororo using Shipwreck's ass as a target, she wouldn't have believed it.
"I guess not," Shipwreck agreed, and then he gave one of his 'charming' smiles.
'Uh oh,' Jinx thought as she began a mental countdown.
"This is something that we Joes should be handling ourselves," Shipwreck went on. "The Eloi are our friends, after all."
"I think it concerns us as well, but I'll bite. Why aren't you?" To Jinx's eyes, Ororo was braced for some comment which would earn Shipwreck some more shock therapy.
"Standing orders are to never leave the Pit unmanned unless it's the end of the world. Most of the Joes were on a mission today- for all I know, they still might be."
"What's Cobra Commander up to now?"
"Him- nothing. In fact," Shipwreck's eyes began to sparkle, "I think Bucket-Head and the Baroness have been kidnapped by the same guy that's got Flint and Lady Jaye. Again."
"Huh?"
"Have you ever heard of a guy called the Gamesmaster?"
At Ororo's negative, he related the story of the Gamesmaster and how he abducted Flint, Lady Jaye, the Baroness, and Cobra Commander. Soon, all three of them were laughing- even though one of them was telling the story, and the other had heard it all before.
"So now, whenever ol' CC is really obnoxious, Destro sells copies of the tape!" Shipwreck chortled.
"Oh, no!" Ororo howled.
"Oh, yes!" Jinx snickered. "Tommy still has a few from his days as a Cobra. That's how we all know it's true!"
"We think that's how Cobra really keeps in the money," Shipwreck explained through his laughter. "Selling tapes of Helmet-Head in the swamp and of the High Command's Christmas Parties to all the people Chromedome's pissed off!"
"Of course!" Ororo laughed. "That explains everything." The laughter eventually died down.
"A bubblegum swamp," Ororo snickered, and the laughter began anew. Through the laughter, a chime went off from the communications centre.
"There's an incoming transmission from the X-Jet," Jinx said, checking it as she was the closest person.
"Put it on the intercom," Ororo told her. "Logan, have you found anything?"
"You could say that. Get everybody to suit up and meet us at the sewers- and I mean everybody. Their going to attack the Morlocks next."
Storm's eyes widened. Evan!
***
Ray shuddered as he led the very large group to the Alley. All the X-Men were with him, as were the elder Misfits and New Mutants. Jamie and the triplets were at the Institute, as were Xavier, the Hallers, Moira, a reluctant Banshee, and a light guard of Joes. The Outriders mostly also stayed behind- Thorn and Willow weren't able to do much without plant life around, Mrs. S couldn't affect the Marauders (if they beat them to the sewers) with her telepathy, Hound Dog and Hepcat were wounded, so that left Lacey, Big Tom, and Claw to go along. Low Light and Shipwreck were the only Joes which were along, as the team sent to deal with the Gamesmaster hadn't returned yet.
What he was doing felt like betrayal, even though he knew it was necessary. Part of Ray never left the Alley, and the third major rule of being a Morlock, behind staying unknown and not having any contact with others, was "Never lead anybody to the Alley." It had been a while since Ray had been down in the sewers, but he remembered every tunnel as if he'd just left yesterday.
"Well, if it isn't the prodigal, come home," a falsely sweet male voice came from just in front of him. Ray jumped. Oh, no! Of all the Morlocks, why did he have to be the one to find them?
"Show yourself!" Scott and a number of others hissed. Ray rolled his eyes. Great- if they were undetected before, the Morlocks would come running now!
A figure in a stained purple robe stepped out of the shadows. His face was a hideous ruin of warts and unnaturally grey-toned flesh. Ray heard several gasps from behind him, but he was used to looking at Masque.
"We need to see Callisto," Ray said, managing to keep his voice even. Masque was the only Morlock that truly scared him, even though he wasn't as powerful as Ray.
"And she wants to see you, so come on in," another voice came from way behind him. Ray almost slumped in relief, for the message as well as the speaker. It was Evan.
A lot of the mutants turned to greet their own prodigal. Pietro smirked. He had several jabs prepared, each one nastier than the last. He forgot them all as he looked at his former nemesis. Daniels' body was now covered with spikes and bone plates. He barely looked human anymore.
Evan saw Pietro's face, and he smiled. For the first time ever, he knew he managed to have the last word. It would have been nice to have had the first word too, but he'd take what he could get.
"Evan," Ororo breathed, and went to him.
"Hi, Auntie O," Evan said casually, before hugging her.
"Well, as sickeningly sweet as this all is, I think it's time to get going," Masque hissed. Shipwreck shot him a look.
"Hey, it's been a long time since they've seen each other. Give 'em a minute." Masque turned his glare to Shipwreck.
"I have no time for the desires of a norm," Masque scowled.
"A norm?"
"A mutant that looks like a human," Ray explained. "It's an insult down here."
"Really?" Shipwreck got into Masque's face. "And what do you call humans?"
"Humans?" That caught Masque off guard. Ray moved in before Masque could explode- Shipwreck's face was in reach, and nobody knew what Masque could do!
"Traitor!" Masque screamed, and slammed his palm against Ray's face. Ray felt piercing agony. He would have screamed, except he already had no mouth.
"What are you doing to him?" Hank demanded. Sneering, Masque took his hand away. Ray was missing a mouth, and a nose, and was consequently struggling for breath.
"Masque!" Evan broke away from Ororo and fired a flaming spike even as most of the others aimed at him. "Change him back, or the next one goes to your heart."
"You wouldn't dare, boy."
"Try me."
Masque glared, but put a hand to Ray's face. He removed it after a moment, and Ray was back to normal, and taking deep breaths.
"It is fortunate Callisto likes you, boy," Masque muttered to him.
"No, it's fortunate I don't expel you for attacking guests," a new voice said from a tunnel. It was Callisto. "This way."
The group followed Callisto through the last tunnel. They entered the Alley.
Ray looked around, lost in memory. It had been a while since he'd been back- and longer since it was on good terms. Most of the Morlocks glared at him, but a few regarded him neutrally and a few even looked happy to see him.
Ray noticed something. Everybody was in the main tunnel of the Alley. That never happened except on holidays. He took another look- Scaleface, Sunder, Plague, Piper, Healer, Torpor, Annalee, Feral… there were a few new faces, but all the people he knew were there, except for one.
"Where's Tommy?" Ray asked. That got a reaction from all the Morlocks. Callisto stiffened, and looked at him.
"That's right, you don't know. She's dead, Ray."
"What?" Ray couldn't believe it. Tommy was dead?
"We found her torn to pieces this morning," Evan muttered, and hit the wall of the tunnel.
"We are sorry for your loss," Ororo said, stepping forward. "But I think we might know who did it."
"What?" Callisto asked as all the Morlocks demanded to know who.
"This morning, the Eloi were attacked by a group of mutants called the Marauders. They killed many of them, and wounded many more. We have reason to believe that they are coming here. We are here to escort you to the Xavier Institute for-"
"Protection?" Masque scoffed. "Lies, all lies. First of all, nobody can find this place through all the defences and misdirection's we have laced the sewers with. The only reason you did is because of him." Masque pointed at Ray. "Second, why would we trust people who are known associates of the military, who brought somebody who claims to be human down into our sanctuary?"
"First of all," Big Tom said as he stepped beside Ororo, "those 'traps and misdirection's' really aren't all that much to somebody who knows how to track. Second, yes, Shipwreck is human, and he is sorta with the navy, but he's a Joe. A lot of you have heard of GI Joe. They're not an ordinary unit. They don't hunt mutants, and won't stand for anybody that does."
Lacey joined Tom, and Claw stood just behind them.
"A lot of you know us from your visits to the Eloi," Lacey said. "You know us, and you know you can trust us. This isn't a trick. You're all in grave danger."
"You say these Marauders are after us?" Callisto asked. Ororo and the Outriders nodded. "And they probably killed Tommy to get our location."
"Not quite," a crystalline voice drawled. "We followed the paper brat back here, and we killed her, yes, but when we did we already knew the current location of you sewer people."
"You!" Caliban hissed. Prizm was standing just outside a tunnel leading into the main chamber.
"Prizm," Remy grunted.
"Yes, me. It's been nice talking to you, but I really have to go." He began to glow with a blinding radiance. Several people shut their eyes, and many Morlocks cried out from the sudden light, but a sound could be heard through the commotion: a strange clicking, which changed position as if the source tossed it into the air.
The explosion took the roof down.
***
From the protection of his tunnel, Prizm could see the people mill around in confusion. The grenade was small, and designed to bring only a small part of the roof down, dividing the Morlocks into groups. Seeing as how the Joes' lackeys and Xavier's disciples crashed the party at the last minute, they were there too. Not together, though- each group had a mixture of surfacers and Morlocks. And three escaped Eloi, too.
Prizm activated his comm link to the others.
"We've got party crashers, but they're mixed in with the targets," Prizm reported.
Scalphunter smiled on the other end.
"Let the hunt begin," he ordered his teammates.
Okay, here we are: the attack on the Morlocks is gonna begin! It isn't gonna be pretty. There are going to be character deaths on all sides, and there will be many people hurt. Let me repeat: it isn't going to be pretty. If you're still willing to go on, they stay tuned for the next instalment of "The Mutant Massacre:"
Chapter Twelve: The Hunt Begins