Rockin' in the Southside!
To Sparky Genocide: I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Diablo using the weather-predicting device to get the attention of his favorite female wrestler, huh? Well, you are right, that is…unexpected, yet insignificant. Thanks for the suggestions! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter!
To Red Witch: Well, I'm glad you like it so far! Anyway, I read the new chapter of 'This Soap Opera Called Life' and I liked it! Man, those Morlocks are stubborn. And here's the new chapter for you! Enjoy!
To Raliena: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Oh, and I don't think it's a good idea to let Kitty drive anything. I hope you enjoy this new chapter fresh from the laptop!
Disclaimer: "Screw you guys, I'm going home!" - Eric Cartman, South Park.
Chapter 9: A Plan Started
A junkyard in Chicago
"Plug it in, Ringer." Diablo ordered. Ringer plugged the device in and Whiplash removed the tarp. The disaster-predictor looked like a black arcade game one may find in an arcade. The keypad, instead of containing colorful buttons and a joystick, was like a computer keyboard, complete with some extra colored buttons.
"Dude, all we gotta do is attach a joystick, and we can play Pac-Man on this thing, heh heh!" Ringer laughed. "Hey!" Spectra smacked him upside the head.
"You are an idiot, Ringer." Spectra grumbled.
"Okay, Mercury. See what you can do." Diablo ordered. Mercury coolly walked up to the device and started typing.
"I am searching for any possible incident that can occur in the Chicago area within 24 hours." Mercury announced in a tone similar to the tone a surgeon would use when they're about to open up a patient. Everyone was quiet while Mercury typed.
"Man, this is insane." Rhinox groaned.
"It's perfect." Spectra laughed. "Those idiotic Southside Misfits will be too busy 'saving the day' to fight us. We'll finally beat them once and for all."
"They have the numbers advantage though, with that phasing girl and that dragon guy helping them out." Whiplash said.
"I recognized the girl." Spectra seethed. "From that TV expose they did on mutants. She was on it. She copied my powers!"
"Spectra, she only appeared to having phasing abilities." Diablo said. "She lacks your rainbow-based attacks."
"She's mine." Spectra said. "I'll phase her into an electrified fence! See how she enjoys that!"
"We have Exo. He'll be a good weapon against the Southside Misfits. If we're lucky, he'll blow a hole in a couple of them." Diablo grumbled.
"Speaking of Exo here…" Whiplash pointed at Exo with his thumb. "What kind of powers does he have?"
"He can turn into robots." Spectra replied. "When Mercury and I tried to catch him, he turned into a couple robots from Transformers, as well as some robots from those stupid Japanese cartoons."
"In Japan, animation is considered a form of art, Spectra." Mercury said.
"Art? Hey metal mouth, art is old paintings in a museum! You look at them, they aren't of anything, but some hoity-toity dealer comes up to you and tells you it's about some complicated idiotic concept that no one understands except him." Ringer groaned.
"What's taking so long, Mercury?" Diablo growled.
"Not my fault, Diablo. The machine requires time. Evidently the machine uses some form of complex mathematical equations to predict disasters. It may contain a margin of error."
"English, please." Whiplash moaned.
"The machine may make mistakes." Mercury translated with a sigh. "If it predicts according to the criteria I put in, it might be wrong. That flaw is a necessary glitch."
"Great." Diablo grumbled.
"Nothing I can do about that." Mercury sighed. "It's a side effect that cannot be fixed at this time." The machine let out a DING! "It is ready." Diablo looked at the screen and a devilish (A/N: No pun intended) grin formed on his face.
"Perfect…"
The Southside Misfit Clubhouse
Jake and Kitty were talking in a corner while Eric and Mike were watching "American Chopper" on DVD, their favorite show.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!" Trouble and WrongWay burst out laughing at another one of the infamous arguments between Big Paul and his son Paulie.
"Man, those two never get along! It's obvious they're so alike." Mike chuckled.
"Yeah. And ol' Big Paul's always getting on Mikey's back, heh heh." WrongWay chuckled.
"Like, they don't seem interested in joining either group." Kitty said. Jake nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. They seem fine doing their own thing." Jake said. "But I can't help but wonder how the Joes would react to an 'unofficial' Misfit team?"
"I can imagine Scott's reaction." Kitty grinned. "Like, he has this vein on his neck that's been doing a lot of bulging lately."
"Yeah, I've seen that vein. Yesterday, it expanded to a quarter-inch thick because of Pietro's childish pranks." Jake nodded.
"Well like, I can imagine his face if he finds out about the Southside Misfits: his face glowing red, gritting his teeth, that vein going to a half-inch, his mouth foaming, this growl coming from his neck like his brain exploded…" Kitty burst out laughing. So did Jake.
"Yeah, Scott needs to loosen up. All I would like him to do is throw one pie. That's all he has to do: Throw one pie. That would be nice." Jake looked up hopefully. "I don't care what flavor, I don't care if it's a mud pie. I just want Scott to throw a pie at someone. Anyone." Jake said.
"I wonder, are those two lovebirds back from their walk yet?" Eric wondered.
"Who knows?" Mike grinned.
A lakeside walkway in Chicago
Jason Vincent and Vicki Stephens, the Southside Misfits known as Kid Superstar and Vixen, walked together down a walkway that allowed a view of Lake Michigan.
"Isn't it beautiful, Jason?" Vicki asked as the two stared at the lake.
"Not as beautiful as you, babe." Jason grinned. Vicki laughed. Nearby, a cop on horseback happened to wander past the couple.
"Man, Jason. Can you believe it?" Vicki asked. "We meet a member of the real Misfits. It's incredible. Do you think we'll be made official?"
"I hope so, Vick." Jason smiled. "I hope so."
"Come here and kiss me, Vincent." Vicki and Jason were about to kiss when they heard the horseback cop's radio crackle.
"All units, all units, report to the warehouse district. There is an incident with a tanker truck down at…" The radio crackled.
"Let's go!" Jason said.
"Right!" Vicki clutched her necklace. In a flash of red light, the guitar pendant transformed into a red axe-shaped guitar. Vicki plucked the guitar and she flew off in an aura of red light. Jason sprouted black-feathered wings from his back and followed his girlfriend.
Well, looks like the device did the job? What insanity will happen next? Can the Southside Misfits respond in time? Will Metallix attack? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
