Rockin' in the Southside!
To Metal Dragon1: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I'm sure ol' Timmy-boy will get out of Metallix. Technically, he didn't even join! Wow! That Exo/Timothy thing is quite a crazy coincidence, dude! I was searching for a real name for Exo and it just came from the blue! Spectra has issues, alright. I intended for Mercury to be the bad guy who is a bad guy, yet at the same time, he is refined and has a sense of honor. I suppose one could assume he has a bit of a superiority complex based on his personality. The leader of Metallix is a jerk, alright. I guess you've seen one of his powers. He'll get what's coming to him, alright. Don't you worry about it. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter, and I can hardly wait for you to put up the new chapter of 'Take the Long Way Home'!
To Aaron: The plot thickens alright. Spectra and Mercury are not the only members of the gang. The shadowed figure is undoubtedly the strongest member of Metallix (Whose powers I shall reveal later on), and Metallix is more than just a gang of mutant punks. You can bet that when Metallix meets the Southside Misfits, things are not going to be pretty. It will be a slobberknocker! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
To Red Witch: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Oh, yeah! I remember the 90s show version of the storyline. I see it now. Anyway, since you did bring in Bishop, it'd also be a great opportunity to also explore the Onslaught storyline. He played a part in that storyline, too. I hope you enjoy the new chapter!
To Raliena: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Yeah, I know what that's like. My dad once upgraded the computer and something went wrong. We couldn't use it for a couple days, but now it works just fine.
Disclaimer: "Eat it!" - "Weird" Al Yankovic
Chapter 6: A Plot is Hatched!
The Southside Misfit Firehouse
"And that room over there is where we rehearse." Vicki took Kitty and Jake on a tour of the firehouse. "We chose this old firehouse because it was spacious and it has all this stuff built into it."
"Not to mention a garage!" WrongWay grinned. "Eric and I are big car fans. In fact, the two of us are fixing up and modifying this old bus we found in a junkyard."
"It's a nightmare." Eric said. "The engine needed the mother of all overhauls, it's dented ten ways over, the dashboard is missing some gauges…"
"Relax, Eric. With our skills, and Johnny B's techno-wizardry, we'll have that bus fixed up no problem." Mike grinned.
"Yeah, yeah." Eric grumbled. "I'm going to get a drink." He walked into the kitchen. Jake walked into the living room and saw Jenni and Lisa watch TV.
"In the news today, a local scientist has invented a device that can predict disasters before they occur." The newscaster said.
"That's impossible." Jenni shook her head. "No way can that happen."
"I agree." Lisa nodded, juggling a couple small fireballs. "But then again, it may be possible. I mean think about it. Weathermen predict the weather by using past weather patterns and information about the current climate and stuff. Maybe it works on similar principles."
"And you'd be surprised what they can do with technology these days." Jake added, sitting down with the girls. "My dad told me about when cell phones were first invented. In his day, cell phones were expensive, not very reliable, and the size of bricks. Now, cell phones are small enough to fit in your pocket, almost indispensable, full of features, and they're practically given away!"
"I wonder how it works." Lisa wondered.
"Maybe we should ask Johnny. He's the big techno-geek of the bunch." Jenni suggested.
A junkyard in Chicago
The junkyard had been abandoned for years. However, it found new occupants in the form of Metallix, a gang of mutants who enjoyed causing trouble. They also were a metal band, and they were the main rivals of the Southside Misfits. This junkyard was Metallix's home. Their headquarters was created by hollowing out the huge pile of junk in the center. Their stuff was also repaired and rebuilt from junk parts. Right now, three more members of the rogue metal group were hanging around in one room, rehearsing with a couple of instruments.
"Man, we are going to completely maul those Southside Misfits!" One large, muscular kid said, plucking scales on a black Flying-V guitar. His voice carried a bit of a Jamaican lit to it. He looked like a half-human, half-rhino. His skin was gray and tough like a rhinoceros. His black hair was in cornrows, and he was clad in a blue sleeveless leather jacket and black leather pants with a blue bandanna and black wristbands.
"Yeah, Rhinox." (A/N: Sorry Beast Wars fans. It was the only name I could think of.) A Hispanic kid grinned behind a yellow-and-black drum set. He had short curly dark hair. He was clad in a black t-shirt with a skull on it, blue jeans, and a yellow neckerchief. "If we see them again."
"We all know you want a piece of Trouble, Whiplash." Rhinox said to the Hispanic drummer. "You wrote six songs about fighting him."
"This is a battle of drummers, man!" Whiplash exclaimed. "I want to prove to that foulmouthed clod that I am the better drummer! Not to mention a stronger mutant." He held up his hand. His fingers glowed a greenish-yellow and what appeared to be tendrils of greenish-yellow energy sprouted from his fingers. These were Whiplash's energy whips.
"Oh, brother." A blond boy grumbled. His hair was cut short. He had on a green headband, dark green t-shirt and black cargo slacks with spiked bracelets, combat boots, and a thin gold chain. He was holding a neon green keytar. "You people are so stupid."
"Why don't you shut up, Ringer?" Rhinox snapped.
"Why don't come on over here and make me shut up, Hornhead?" Ringer snapped back.
"You got a smart mouth, you know that?" Rhinox growled. Ringer got up into the large rhino-like mutant's face.
"Yeah, my mouth is smart. It's very smart. My upper lip graduated Harvard, the other lip Yale, both magna cum laude pal!" Ringer quipped. Rhinox snarled and the two mutants stood up nose-to-nose, throwing trash talk at each other.
"Hey, c'mon fellas! Easy!" Whiplash held the two mutants back.
"Ahem. Gentlemen." A familiar voice said. The three mutants turned and saw Mercury. "The boss wishes to see you." The four mutants left the room and went to a table. They met up with Spectra, Exo, and their leader: A muscular red-skinned mutant. He was a little over seven feet tall with long brown hair, clad in a long black trenchcoat with a black t-shirt and red leather pants underneath. He had a black studded belt, a red leather studded strap across his chest, black combat boots with steel spikes for toes. His hands were covered by black gloves, and his fingernails were sharpened to claws. His yellow eyes glowed.
"Yo, Diablo. What's up?" Rhinox asked. "Who is the short guy?"
"This young man is called Exo." Diablo smirked, revealing he had sharp canine teeth. Diablo was the leader and lead singer of Metallix. He was the most dangerous and most powerful member of them all. His codename suited him rather well, considering he looked rather like a devil in his red form, only he didn't have horns or a tail. The other Metallix members noticed he decided to stay in his transformed state. He normally only transformed into his red-skinned form when he went into battle. He could use some of his powers in human form, but in his red demonic form, he was at his best. "He's been…interested in our cause." Exo only stood beside Diablo, perfectly still, facing forward, blank eyes glowing red, a signal he was under the control of Diablo.
"More like he was 'convinced', Diablo." Ringer burst out laughing. Diablo frowned. Ringer was a good keyboardist, and his ability to generate energy rings made him versatile and useful. It was just that his sense of humor and smart mouth made him somewhat annoying.
"You…could say that, Ringer." Diablo said. "Anyway, I heard on the news that they have built this device. A computer that can predict disasters before they occur."
"A dream device." Mercury added. It was clear he was the most intelligent member of Metallix. "In the right hands, the device could be used to save any lives."
"It could also give its holder power." Diablo smirked. "We could use this to take down those Southside Misfits once and for all."
"How?" Spectra added.
"We can use it to predict when a disaster occurs here in Chicago." Diablo smirked.
"I get it!" Rhinox grinned. "The Southside Misfits think of themselves as superheroes. We'll go to the disaster area and lie in wait."
"Correct, Rhinox." Diablo nodded. "The Southside Misfits do not have the ability to predict disasters. We'll get the device, then wait for a disaster to strike in Chicago."
"We'll lie in wait for them at the disaster area, then when they arrive to help, we'll ambush them!" Spectra laughed. "They'll be so divided between saving the day and saving themselves that they won't be able to fight as their best! We'll beat them for sure!"
"We will finally establish our dominance as the greatest mutants of all." Diablo smiled.
Well, well, well! Looks like Metallix are up to something! What'll happen next? Will their plan work? Can the Southside Misfits stop it alongside Red Dragon and Shadowcat? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
