Prey for mercy from
Mr. Jupiter
### Where the Quest Takes Us ###
Chapter 11 - The League of Extraordinary Wussies
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"So, are you all right now?" Mia asked Ivan. They had managed to haul him out of the smoking crater he had been blown downwards into. She was holding him up, and he looked quite poor indeed. His head was smooth and bald. His clothes were torn and singed quite badly. And he was sporting a few burns here and there, too. Issac, who was in the same condition, was lying unconscious on the ground nearby.
"Could I get some help here?" Issac called, his voice uneven and kind of quiet.
"Hold on." Mia called back, going over to where Issac lay on the ground, his clothes burned and his hair singed. Oh, and his boot was on fire too. "Lay still." Mia instructed.
"Am I gonna die?" Issac asked in a kind of paranoid voice.
"No, you aren't going to die. Now relax." Mia reassured him.
"That's good." Issac said.
"I think maybe he's lost a few brain cells." said Sheba, who had walked up to them.
"How's Ivan?" Mia asked.
"Well, he's not too happy about his-" she tilted her head to the side as a log thrown by Ivan whizzed past her. "He's not too happy about his hair, as you can see, but he's fine healthwise."
"Don't tell me Ivan's gonna start having wild mood swings now!" said Mia as she ducked below a large boulder Ivan had hurled.
"Why's he throwing stuff at us?!" Sheba exclaimed.
"I think he's just aimlessly throwing stuff." Mia observed, as Ivan had just thrown a rock at a tree only to have it bounce back and knock him out.
"Well, that takes care of that." Sheba said. "Hey, where'd Qui go?"
"I don't know..." Mia mumbled. She had gone back to tending to Issac, who had begun screeching with pain.
"IT BURNS!" he yelled. "HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THAT MY FOOT WAS ON FIRE!!! OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!! IT BURNS!!"
"Calm down! The fire's out! You're gonna be fine!" Mia remarked, tying a strip of medical tape around a large gash in Issac's leg.
"Don't be so sure of that." came a voice from seemingly no where.
"Who said that?" Sheba demanded, glancing around for the source of the voice. There was no one around, save for Qui, who could now be seen running towards them.
"I think we should take shelter somewhere!" Qui hollered at them. "There's a real nasty storm coming!"
"You don't know how right you are." said the mysterious voice.
"WHO KEEPS SAYING THAT?!" demanded Sheba. At her words, a black silhouette faded into view right in front of them. The silhouette slowly began to gain colour, until a black robed person was standing before them.
"Greetings, dirtbags." said the robed man.
"WHAT?!" Issac screamed, jumping up and reaching for his sword. Just as he got to his feet, he gave a loud yelp and fell back down.
"What's wrong?" Mia asked worriedly.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK IS WRONG?! MY FOOT WAS ON FIRE!!! DON'T YOU THINK THAT MIGHT BE A TAD SORE?!" Issac screamed, partially because he was in pain, and partially because he's just a psycho.
"AHEM." coughed the robed man. "I'm not finished here."
"Oh. Go on." Sheba said.
"As I was saying, my name is Xavior McGanges." everyone gasped at this, except for Sheba and Mia.
"What's up?" they looked around at everyone around them.
"Long story short, he's the guy we're supposed to be, uh... Taking care of." Qui explained.
"Who's we?" Mia asked.
"Me, Issac, and Ivan!" Qui said.
"Oh." Mia sighed, not the slightest bit closer to understanding exactly what was going on.
"WOULD YOU INGRATES LET ME FINISH!?" Xavior screamed.
"Oh, sorry." they all said.
"Anyway, I have come to kill you three." he pointed at the three WUSSCASE agents.
"What? Why?" Issac asked stupidly.
"Because you have become annoying."
"Me? Annoying? YOU WANNA BET ON THAT, YOU FAT PEICE OF SH-"
"ISSAC!" Qui cut in. "Don't anger the evil thing!"
"I don't know which one of you is gonna go first, but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be YOU, Issac." Xavior said, reaching for the five foot long sword in the holster on his back.
"How do you know my name?" Issac asked.
"Uh, I don't think that should be your main concern right now, Issac." Sheba murmured.
"What? Oh, right!" he said, trying again to stand up. He managed it this time. "PREPARE TO DIE, MYSTERIOUS GUY!" he said, drawing his sword.
"I can't die. I'm immortal." Xavior scoffed.
"What? I don't believe in immortality." Issac said.
"Suit yourself." Xavior said, stabbing himself in the heart. The sword came out without a speck of blood on it, and there wasn't a scratch on his body.
"Okay, I'm a believer. Can you please spare my life?" Issac whimpered.
"No."
"Awww, crap!" Issac said, barely dodging a swing from McGanges' large sword. Issac screamed as another swing barely missed him.
"What happened to psychotic kill-anyone-who-looks-at-him Issac?" Sheba asked.
"It was I who made him that way." Xavior explained. "And I have taken that away now, so as to protect my new robes."
"What?" everyone asked.
"Too stupid to understand? I figured so." Xavior taunted.
"I AM NOT STUPID!" Ivan said, leaping at McGanges, only to be knocked away like a small fly.
"That's mean! Don't do that!" Issac squealed.
"He went from mass murderer to little girl in one day. How sad..." Qui said.
"Hey! That's mean too!" Issac said.
"Keep your eyes on the big sword, Isabella." Qui pointed to Xavior, who was preparing to behead Issac.
"Oh." Issac said, turning to thr black robed man. He just barely dodged another swing. "DON'T KILL ME! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"
"So? Why should I care about that? You killed 236 people since you left on this journey." Xaviour sneered.
"How did you know that?" Issac asked.
"I've kinda been watching you." Xavior explained.
"OH, NASTY!! YOU PERVERT!!" Issac screamed.
"Oh, cut the crap. You aren't exactly a saint yourself."
"Meaning what?" Issac asked.
"Uh... Would a saint kill two guards because they were trying to have a PLEASANT CONVERSATION with you?!" Xavior replied.
"They wouldn't let me in! THEY DESERVED IT!" Issac defended himself.
"No, everything that's happened to you today, you deserved that for killing so many innocent people." Xavior said.
"YOU JUST TOLD ME YOU MADE ME DO IT, YOU STUPID PILE OF RAT MANURE!!" Issac screamed, chucking a rock at Xavior. It hit him square in the face.
"OW! JERK!" Xavior said, swinging at Issac. "WHAT'S WITH THE ATTITUDE!?"
"I'M A JERK? DIE FOR EVEN THINKING THAT!!!" Issac wailed, throwing another rock at McGanges.
"YOU WANNA TANGLE, PUNK!! I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU CAN SAY 'SPARE ME!'!!" Xavior taunted.
"BRING IT, WHELP!" Issac yelled, charging at Xavior, sword in the air.
"Aaaand, he's back." Qui said. "Maybe he's got enough pent up anger to kill an immortal man."
"Maybe not kill, but enrage." Sheba said. "Hey, where's Ivan?"
"DIE STUPID FOOL!" Ivan said, raising his staff. "THOR! I SUMMON YOUR STRENGH!!" Thor's symbol appeared in the sky, and Thor then appeared before Ivan in a flash of light.
"CRAP!" Xavior cursed, giving Issac a strong kick, sending him flying backwards. He raised his arm, and Thor turned away from him and towards Ivan.
"No, you stupid god! ATTACK THE ENEMY!!!" Ivan wailed, pointing at Xavior. It didn't work. Thor unleashed a wave of lightning bolts at Ivan.
"YOU SUCK!!: Ivan said before going unconscious.
"How did you do that!?" Issac asked, stunned by the strange act of ordering a god around.
"I am all-powerful. I made sure to have the gods attack you whenever you summoned them." Xavior explained.
"SO THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!" Ivan screamed, pointing to his charred bald head.
"Wow, that was a quick recovery." Qui said.
"LET'S TAKE THIS MENACE DOWN, ISSAC!!" Ivan said, pulling out his staff.
"Bring it, fools!" Xavior roared. "I WILL DESTROY YOU!!"
"I'm scared, I don't want to!" Issac said, turning tail and running.
"GET BACK HERE, WUSS!!!" Ivan said, tackling his fleeing friend to the ground.
"YOU SUCK!!" Issac cursed Ivan.
"This guy's our target! If we take him out, that Mage dude's gonna pay us loads of cash! DO THIS FOR THE BLING, MAN!!!" Ivan said, shaking Issac violently.
"You're right!" Issac said, standing up. "I WILL BE THE WORLD'S RICHEST MAN!!! YYYYAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" he charged at Xavior, Ivan right on his heels.
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Mr. Jupiter: Don't hate me for taking too long. DON'T HATE ME!!! PLEASE!! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!! IT'S... UH... THE GOVERNMENT'S FAULT!! I WAS FRAMED!!!
Mr. Jupiter
### Where the Quest Takes Us ###
Chapter 11 - The League of Extraordinary Wussies
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"So, are you all right now?" Mia asked Ivan. They had managed to haul him out of the smoking crater he had been blown downwards into. She was holding him up, and he looked quite poor indeed. His head was smooth and bald. His clothes were torn and singed quite badly. And he was sporting a few burns here and there, too. Issac, who was in the same condition, was lying unconscious on the ground nearby.
"Could I get some help here?" Issac called, his voice uneven and kind of quiet.
"Hold on." Mia called back, going over to where Issac lay on the ground, his clothes burned and his hair singed. Oh, and his boot was on fire too. "Lay still." Mia instructed.
"Am I gonna die?" Issac asked in a kind of paranoid voice.
"No, you aren't going to die. Now relax." Mia reassured him.
"That's good." Issac said.
"I think maybe he's lost a few brain cells." said Sheba, who had walked up to them.
"How's Ivan?" Mia asked.
"Well, he's not too happy about his-" she tilted her head to the side as a log thrown by Ivan whizzed past her. "He's not too happy about his hair, as you can see, but he's fine healthwise."
"Don't tell me Ivan's gonna start having wild mood swings now!" said Mia as she ducked below a large boulder Ivan had hurled.
"Why's he throwing stuff at us?!" Sheba exclaimed.
"I think he's just aimlessly throwing stuff." Mia observed, as Ivan had just thrown a rock at a tree only to have it bounce back and knock him out.
"Well, that takes care of that." Sheba said. "Hey, where'd Qui go?"
"I don't know..." Mia mumbled. She had gone back to tending to Issac, who had begun screeching with pain.
"IT BURNS!" he yelled. "HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THAT MY FOOT WAS ON FIRE!!! OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!! IT BURNS!!"
"Calm down! The fire's out! You're gonna be fine!" Mia remarked, tying a strip of medical tape around a large gash in Issac's leg.
"Don't be so sure of that." came a voice from seemingly no where.
"Who said that?" Sheba demanded, glancing around for the source of the voice. There was no one around, save for Qui, who could now be seen running towards them.
"I think we should take shelter somewhere!" Qui hollered at them. "There's a real nasty storm coming!"
"You don't know how right you are." said the mysterious voice.
"WHO KEEPS SAYING THAT?!" demanded Sheba. At her words, a black silhouette faded into view right in front of them. The silhouette slowly began to gain colour, until a black robed person was standing before them.
"Greetings, dirtbags." said the robed man.
"WHAT?!" Issac screamed, jumping up and reaching for his sword. Just as he got to his feet, he gave a loud yelp and fell back down.
"What's wrong?" Mia asked worriedly.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK IS WRONG?! MY FOOT WAS ON FIRE!!! DON'T YOU THINK THAT MIGHT BE A TAD SORE?!" Issac screamed, partially because he was in pain, and partially because he's just a psycho.
"AHEM." coughed the robed man. "I'm not finished here."
"Oh. Go on." Sheba said.
"As I was saying, my name is Xavior McGanges." everyone gasped at this, except for Sheba and Mia.
"What's up?" they looked around at everyone around them.
"Long story short, he's the guy we're supposed to be, uh... Taking care of." Qui explained.
"Who's we?" Mia asked.
"Me, Issac, and Ivan!" Qui said.
"Oh." Mia sighed, not the slightest bit closer to understanding exactly what was going on.
"WOULD YOU INGRATES LET ME FINISH!?" Xavior screamed.
"Oh, sorry." they all said.
"Anyway, I have come to kill you three." he pointed at the three WUSSCASE agents.
"What? Why?" Issac asked stupidly.
"Because you have become annoying."
"Me? Annoying? YOU WANNA BET ON THAT, YOU FAT PEICE OF SH-"
"ISSAC!" Qui cut in. "Don't anger the evil thing!"
"I don't know which one of you is gonna go first, but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be YOU, Issac." Xavior said, reaching for the five foot long sword in the holster on his back.
"How do you know my name?" Issac asked.
"Uh, I don't think that should be your main concern right now, Issac." Sheba murmured.
"What? Oh, right!" he said, trying again to stand up. He managed it this time. "PREPARE TO DIE, MYSTERIOUS GUY!" he said, drawing his sword.
"I can't die. I'm immortal." Xavior scoffed.
"What? I don't believe in immortality." Issac said.
"Suit yourself." Xavior said, stabbing himself in the heart. The sword came out without a speck of blood on it, and there wasn't a scratch on his body.
"Okay, I'm a believer. Can you please spare my life?" Issac whimpered.
"No."
"Awww, crap!" Issac said, barely dodging a swing from McGanges' large sword. Issac screamed as another swing barely missed him.
"What happened to psychotic kill-anyone-who-looks-at-him Issac?" Sheba asked.
"It was I who made him that way." Xavior explained. "And I have taken that away now, so as to protect my new robes."
"What?" everyone asked.
"Too stupid to understand? I figured so." Xavior taunted.
"I AM NOT STUPID!" Ivan said, leaping at McGanges, only to be knocked away like a small fly.
"That's mean! Don't do that!" Issac squealed.
"He went from mass murderer to little girl in one day. How sad..." Qui said.
"Hey! That's mean too!" Issac said.
"Keep your eyes on the big sword, Isabella." Qui pointed to Xavior, who was preparing to behead Issac.
"Oh." Issac said, turning to thr black robed man. He just barely dodged another swing. "DON'T KILL ME! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"
"So? Why should I care about that? You killed 236 people since you left on this journey." Xaviour sneered.
"How did you know that?" Issac asked.
"I've kinda been watching you." Xavior explained.
"OH, NASTY!! YOU PERVERT!!" Issac screamed.
"Oh, cut the crap. You aren't exactly a saint yourself."
"Meaning what?" Issac asked.
"Uh... Would a saint kill two guards because they were trying to have a PLEASANT CONVERSATION with you?!" Xavior replied.
"They wouldn't let me in! THEY DESERVED IT!" Issac defended himself.
"No, everything that's happened to you today, you deserved that for killing so many innocent people." Xavior said.
"YOU JUST TOLD ME YOU MADE ME DO IT, YOU STUPID PILE OF RAT MANURE!!" Issac screamed, chucking a rock at Xavior. It hit him square in the face.
"OW! JERK!" Xavior said, swinging at Issac. "WHAT'S WITH THE ATTITUDE!?"
"I'M A JERK? DIE FOR EVEN THINKING THAT!!!" Issac wailed, throwing another rock at McGanges.
"YOU WANNA TANGLE, PUNK!! I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU CAN SAY 'SPARE ME!'!!" Xavior taunted.
"BRING IT, WHELP!" Issac yelled, charging at Xavior, sword in the air.
"Aaaand, he's back." Qui said. "Maybe he's got enough pent up anger to kill an immortal man."
"Maybe not kill, but enrage." Sheba said. "Hey, where's Ivan?"
"DIE STUPID FOOL!" Ivan said, raising his staff. "THOR! I SUMMON YOUR STRENGH!!" Thor's symbol appeared in the sky, and Thor then appeared before Ivan in a flash of light.
"CRAP!" Xavior cursed, giving Issac a strong kick, sending him flying backwards. He raised his arm, and Thor turned away from him and towards Ivan.
"No, you stupid god! ATTACK THE ENEMY!!!" Ivan wailed, pointing at Xavior. It didn't work. Thor unleashed a wave of lightning bolts at Ivan.
"YOU SUCK!!: Ivan said before going unconscious.
"How did you do that!?" Issac asked, stunned by the strange act of ordering a god around.
"I am all-powerful. I made sure to have the gods attack you whenever you summoned them." Xavior explained.
"SO THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!" Ivan screamed, pointing to his charred bald head.
"Wow, that was a quick recovery." Qui said.
"LET'S TAKE THIS MENACE DOWN, ISSAC!!" Ivan said, pulling out his staff.
"Bring it, fools!" Xavior roared. "I WILL DESTROY YOU!!"
"I'm scared, I don't want to!" Issac said, turning tail and running.
"GET BACK HERE, WUSS!!!" Ivan said, tackling his fleeing friend to the ground.
"YOU SUCK!!" Issac cursed Ivan.
"This guy's our target! If we take him out, that Mage dude's gonna pay us loads of cash! DO THIS FOR THE BLING, MAN!!!" Ivan said, shaking Issac violently.
"You're right!" Issac said, standing up. "I WILL BE THE WORLD'S RICHEST MAN!!! YYYYAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" he charged at Xavior, Ivan right on his heels.
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Mr. Jupiter: Don't hate me for taking too long. DON'T HATE ME!!! PLEASE!! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!! IT'S... UH... THE GOVERNMENT'S FAULT!! I WAS FRAMED!!!