Rockin' in the Southside!
To Red Witch: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Anyway, here's some more insanity for you! Enjoy!
To Aaron: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Yeah, I could imagine Lila Cheney stealing Jean Grey's stuff and putting it on eBay. I'm glad you liked Jake's reaction to the fact that someone think it's cool that the She-Hulk is after him. I doubt I'll get Jake a girlfriend. It is tough for a wrestler's son to have a romantic life. Here's some more insanity for you! Enjoy!
To Sparky Genocide: Yeah. Jake is neutral, so he could explain the whole X-Men/East Coast Misfit feud from both sides of the fence. Well, there's so much madness that goes on in the Misfitverse, even Jake can't keep track of it all! Will Jenni make the X-Boys into love-hypnotized zombies? Well, she'll have to meet the X-Boys first to get their hearts, heh heh. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter as much as you enjoyed the last one.
To Raliena: Hey Rae! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Could Magneto come to try and recruit the Southside Misfits and Metallix? Maybe in an epilogue or something, Magneto could appear in Chicago and make an attempt. The Southside Misfits would most likely refuse because they see themselves as the good guys. Metallix might not. They answer to Diablo. You'll see why when I reveal more about him.
Disclaimer: "KATHY BATES IS COMING TO KILL US ALL!!!" - Pyro
Chapter 8: Theft!
A warehouse in Chicago
"Make it quick, man!" Whiplash ordered from the car that Spectra, Mercury, Rhinox, and Ringer came to the warehouse from.
"Man, this is easy." One guard said to another. They were both standing in front of the door to the warehouse containing the disaster-predicting device. The first guard was leaning back against the wall next to the door.
"Yeah." The other guard grinned. He sat on a lawn chair, reading a newspaper. "Man, this is easier than the time we guarded that warehouse containing all those copies of Gigli on videotape."
"Sadly, that job only lasted a week. They blew up the place. And they built a nightclub over it." Guard #1 said. Two rings of energy flew out of the sky and exploded lightly, knocking the guards down. "WHAT THE?!" The guards leapt to their feet, guns out. "Alright, punks! Hands to the sky." Mercury walked up to them nonchalantly. He was clad in a plain black costume with white boots, and silver highlights.
"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" Mercury asked.
"Kid, go home. There's some psycho out there." Guard #2 said.
"I know." Mercury smirked. He turned his arm into liquid metal, and stretched it out, smacking the guards upside the head lightly. The guards turned and their eyes widened at Mercury and his arm.
"It's a mutant!" The guards pointed their guns at Mercury. He laughed.
"You guards are such fools." Mercury laughed. "Go ahead and fire. It would take more than bullets to harm me." Mercury turned his body into liquid metal. The guards fired, and the bullets went right through him. "You see?" He lashed out with tentacles of liquid metal, knocking the guards into a wall. Two blue beams hit the guards, freezing them. Mercury glared at a giggling Spectra, who was clad in a black one-piece swimsuit-like costume, with a rainbow on it going from the left shoulder to the right side.
"Let's shatter them!" Spectra grinned madly.
"I had them defeated, Spectra. You had no need to do that." Mercury grumbled.
"Yeah, I did. They're alive." Spectra replied.
"We do not kill unless Diablo orders it. You know how he feels about unnecessary death." Mercury growled. "Now unfreeze them. They are unconscious, and they would be out for a while anyway."
"Fine, fine." Spectra grumbled. She fired a red beam from each of her hands at the frozen guards, melting the ice off them. Rhinox and Ringer joined the two. Rhinox was clad in a brown costume with gray boots and a gray leather jacket over it. Ringer was clad in a black outfit with neon blue highlights and a yellow ring on the chest.
"Spectra, go through the door and try to open it from the inside." Mercury ordered. Spectra scowled and used her phasing power to try and open the doors from the inside. After a minute, she came back out.
"Can't do it! Requires a password."
"Alright, Rhinox. Bring it down." Mercury ordered.
"Stand back." Rhinox smirked. The others did so, then he activated one of his powers: A power like Cannonball. He streaked through the doors, knocking them down. "No barrier I can't break, man!" A van pulled up. Diablo emerged in his normal human form: around 6'10", Hispanic, and possessing long brown hair and dark red eyes. Exo was sitting in the passenger seat, still hypnotized.
"They're out?" He looked at the guards.
"Like a light, boss." Ringer grinned.
"Good work, Rhinox." Diablo complimented. "Now, let's get the device, load it in the van, than get out of here."
"Here's one thing I do not understand." Mercury said. "Why do we need the kid, Diablo?"
"The kid is our secret weapon. You want those Southside Misfits taken down once and for all?"
"Yes." Mercury replied. "The Southside Misfits caused someone…close to me to become a vegetable."
"Then let us get them back." Diablo smirked, showing his fist. It turned red.
"Indeed." Mercury nodded simply. The mutants lugged the device, covered in a tarp, to the van. The van and car drove off.
The Southside Misfit Clubhouse
"Whoo! What a haul!" Mike Baxter, the mutant tracker codenamed WrongWay, laughed as he walked into the clubhouse. He and Eric were lugging bags full of car parts. "You know what we should do, Eric? You know that show American Chopper?"
"Watch it all the time." Eric answered. "I like watching Paul Sr. and Paul Jr. go at it. And the motorcycles are pretty. I'd like those Orange County guys to build one for me."
"Maybe we should do a show like that, but with cars." Mike suggested. Eric blinked.
"Mike, a car is a lot more complex than a bike. We need a staff to do that kind of stuff. Are you talking customizing already-built cars?"
"That and build ones from scratch, like we're doing." Mike grinned.
"You're kidding." Eric groaned.
"Where have you been?!" Jenni hollered from the living room. "You know it is considered rude to leave while guests are here!"
"Hey, they wanted to see a day in our lives, and here it is!" Eric snapped.
"Did you say American Chopper?" Jake asked.
"Yeah." Eric blinked.
"I like that show, too. My dad knows those guys. They built a chopper for him. They also did custom ones for the Superstars."
"Yeah, I saw Lance's." Kitty grinned. "I totally rode in it."
"Lance would not let you get anywhere near the handlebars." Jake chuckled. Who could blame him?
Well, looks like the deed was done! What insanity will happen next? Where will Metallix take the device? What will they do with it? Can the Southside Misfits stop it? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
