Madman on Wheels!
To Metal Dragon1: Hey there MD1. I read the new chapter of 'Take the Long Way Home' and I loved it! I love the way you portray Razor. I'd love to see Jubilee fawn over him in the future of your fic. And yes, demon bikes driving themselves around is a bad thing. But knowing Kid Razor, he thinks it's awesome! And yes, that was Sonic Blue making his first real Marvel Universe appearance. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long. I've been busy with my other fics, and I haven't been able to think up anything to continue this. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you like this new one!
To HyperCaz: Hey there, HyperCaz! Yeah, that was some great slamming of that jerky ol' Motorhead. Yeah, a Kid Razor movie would be funny. I wonder who could play him. Maybe it'd be better as an animated movie and have a comedian like Bill Murray, or maybe Adam Sandler. He sounds more Razor-like. What do you think? You could be a cartoon character who appears and makes funny faces and holds a "Kid Razor Rules!" sign up at the big window behind of those morning talk shows' interview area. That'd be pretty funny! I'm sorry I took so long to update. It's just that I was concentrating more on my other stories and I had no idea how the heck I should continue this one. Now that I have some idea, I can continue. Enjoy the new chapter, and check out my other fics!
In the last issue of "Madman on Wheels": Kid Razor, Cleveland's own mystically-powered Heavy Metal Heartbreaker, had met up with Jeremy Todd, the twisted dead biker who was magically reborn as the insane demonic biker known as Motorhead. He was about to blast the loud and proud super-rocker with his ability to transform his hand into a shotgun, when he was ambushed by Ghost Rider. Ghost Rider tried to use his Penance Stare, which has the ability to force people to relive their sins, but Motorhead told him he was immune to it. With a little cooperation, Kid Razor and Ghost Rider managed to knock Motorhead silly for a little while. Razor then eyed Motorhead's trademark bike. When he sat on it, the bike went wild and started up by itself, amusing the Kid of Rock 'n' Roll to no end. Meanwhile in Cincinnati, a mysterious figure ran around a junkyard at incredible speed, firing sonic energy. Evidently the figure was testing out some strange blue armor.
Disclaimer: "Why don't you cut some more things with your girlfriend Vinnie?!" - Paul Teutul Sr. to Paul Teutul Jr., American Chopper
Chapter 7: Escape!
On a road to Cleveland Stadium
"F$#$#$ traffic…" Sgt. Polanski cursed as he laid his forehead on the steering wheel. He wasn't the only one cursing. Cursing accompanied the sounds of beeps and brawls. As a result of Motorhead's attack on Cleveland Stadium, the roads leading to it got jammed. Cars and motorbikes were stuck in deadlock. He looked over at Sgt. Briscoe. The young sergeant was asleep. "Oh yeah, she gets to sleep…" Polanski grumbled. "I hate this." A Big Gulp of soda hit him in the head, splattering soft drink everywhere, but mostly all over him. "HEY!!!!"
"What go on?" Briscoe murmured.
"Briscoe…go back to sleep." Polanski groaned.
Cleveland Stadium
"WHOOOOO!!!!" Kid Razor whooped as he sat on the wild demon bike of Motorhead. "Hey Ronnie! Skullhead! You gotta ride this thing! This thing is awesome!" Ghost Rider and Ronnie watched. Ghost Rider looked at Ronnie.
"He's an idiot. Pure, uncut, unadulterated, uncensored idiot." Ghost Rider said simply. Ronnie groaned.
"Don't tell me. He single-handedly angered most of the superhuman community already today with his big mouth." Ronnie then realized something. "You know, Jean Grey said he was an idiot. I don't know what made her say that, though." Ronnie scrunched his nose in thought. "Well, I think it may have something to do with the fact that he did make a remark that the next time she talks to him telepathically, she should do it naked."
"That would cause a few burned bridges." Ghost Rider remarked.
"WHOOOOOO!!!!!" Razor hooted. "Can Spider-Man say he's done this?! Can that nerd Cyclops say he's a rider?! NO!!! KID RAZOR THE MAN, BABY!!!! WHOOOOOO!!!! THIS BIKE ROCKS!!!! I'M TAKING IT HOME!!!!!" Snarling was heard from the broken stands. Motorhead busted out of the pile of stands. And he was mad. Very mad.
"GET OFF MY BIKE, YOU MOTHER" Motorhead roared. He pointed his hand, which was in its shotgun form. He blasted the bike, causing a screaming Razor to be sent flying.
"He lives!" Ghost Rider exclaimed.
"Yeah, I live." Motorhead sneered. "Unfortunately, you monkeys still do." Ronnie raised his hand.
"Uhm, technically, I'm dead."
"Shut up." Motorhead grumbled. He telepathically summoned his motorcycle to him. "Smell ya later, losers! Kiss my asphalt!" Motorhead cackled like the madman he was as he rode out of the stadium.
"He's headed into town!" Ronnie exclaimed.
"We must head after him!" Ghost Rider exclaimed. Ghost Rider rode off on his motorcycle. Ronnie flew after him. Razor grunted and shook his head.
"Wait for the Kid of Rock, you jerks!" Razor snapped as he flew after them.
A park in Cincinnati, Ohio
A teenage boy, around 18, sat on the bench, looking depressed. His brown hair was in a small ponytail, but it didn't do much to keep his long bangs out of his face. He was clad in a blue t-shirt and blue jeans. The only piece of clothing he was wearing that wasn't blue was the backwards Cincinnati Reds cap.
"Hey there, Spencer." A feminine voice said. Spencer looked up and smiled.
"Hey Hannah." Spencer greeted. He was looking up at a pretty 17-year-old girl. Her long auburn hair was in a braid. She had a sweet face with shiny green eyes. She was clad in a pink jacket with a black t-shirt underneath, and blue jeans. "Thanks for letting me stay over at your place."
"It was the least that I could do, considering your mom's sick." Hannah said. "Mrs. Burton's so nice. I hope she makes it."
"She will. Mom's pretty tough." Spencer smiled.
"Well, well, well." A voice sneered. Spencer looked up and saw an 18-year-old sneering at him. He stood a little taller than Spencer. He was clad in a tight red t-shirt with a yellow star on the chest, and black slacks. His long brown hair was free. His brown eyes shown with arrogance, and his sneer showed contempt. He crossed his arms, revealing his arms had red studded wristbands. As usual, he had on a pair of red sneakers.
"Keith Michaels, what are you up to now?" Hannah scowled. The red shirt-wearing boy smirked.
"Just making sure ol' Spencer Burton here knows his place, that's all." Keith replied.
"Keith, just because he's your alternate on the track team, that does not-"
"You're right! He's just my alternate." Keith scowled at Spencer. "Don't get any ideas in that head of yours. If you think you can touch me when it comes to running, think again!" Spencer rolled his eyes.
"Keith, you're a jerk. And I'm not feeling too good right now, man." Spencer rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah, your mom is sick. I heard, man." Keith blinked. "I don't like you much, but I got no qualms with your mama. I'll see you around." Keith walked off. "Losers."
"Go trip on a rock, you jerk!" Hannah snapped. "I'm sorry, Spencer."
"Ah, it's alright. I'm used to it. Everyone on the track team gets that from him." Spencer laughed. "I think that guy has issues."
"No kidding. He's shameless around the cheerleaders." Hannah groaned.
Well, well, well! Looks like the battle will continue! What insanity will happen next? What'll Motorhead do next? Can our heroes catch him? What's going on in Cincinnati? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!