Cyclops's Bad Medicine
Disclaimer: "Wait a minute, why am I talking to you on the phone?" - Joe Pesci as Leo Getz, Lethal Weapon 4
Chapter 6: Found!
Castle Destro, Scotland
"Okay…" The Baroness tugged at a wire. "There you go. You should be fine now. At least until you heal up." She was in Destro's chambers. The laird of the castle, Destro himself, was in a body cast up to his head, which was still covered in the traditional steel mask. He lied on his bed, limbs held up by a rig.
"Hee hee hee…hee hee hee…" Destro giggled drunkenly.
"Wow." The Baroness whistled. "I am very amazed. The stuff you drank must've been powerful. Are you sure you're not in pain?"
"If I am, I'm not feeling it." Destro slurred. An explosion was heard from within the bowels of the castle.
"WHOOOOOOO-YEAH!" The voice of the Welsh Dreadnok Bill Winkie, known as Monkeywrench, was heard crowing. "Now that is how you pull off an explosion! Alright!" Destro burst out laughing.
"I hate those Dreadnoks." Destro laughed happily. "I really do. I don't know why Cobra Commander keeps paying them. They are so incompetent, hee hee. Oh God, they are stupid, ha ha! They go to a McDonalds, and it takes them an hour to figure out that a Number One meal and a Big Mac are the same thing! HA HA HA!" Destro laughed. "They are the only people on Earth stupider than the Commander himself! HA HA HA!" A chainsaw was heard, followed by the sound of a painting being slashed.
"YEAH! THAT'LL TEACH YA, YA EVIL PAINTING! THAT'LL MAKE YOU STOP STARING AT ME!" Ripper roared from downstairs.
"Uh, Destro…" Baroness piped up. "Serpentor runs Cobra now."
"Oh yeah." Destro remembered. "Either way, we still have the Dreadnoks." Destro laughed. "I hate them. I hate them so very, very much."
A convenience store in Bayville
"He was dressed in a yellow and blue costume, brown hair, yellow visor, and called himself Eye-Man." Jake Wildfire, the powerhouse dragon-like Misfit codenamed Red Dragon asked the clerk. He was in his red, yellow, and black costume. With him in costume also was Kurt Wagner, the blue-furred German X-Man codenamed Nightcrawler, and Bobby Drake, the ice-generating New Mutant codenamed Iceman. He was dressed in a new costume. It was basically his old New Mutant costume, only with some slight changes. The costume was blue with a silver-and-white icicle design on the chest around the shoulders. His gloves, belt, and boots were white, and his costume had the red X-Shields on the shoulders. The clerk noticed the three costumed heroes. Jake gave him a picture of Scott. The clerk looked at it. Jake turned and saw Kurt and Bobby at a rack containing comic books. "Come on, you blockheads." Jake mockingly jeered. "We got work to do. You two can go over the comic rack later."
"Ve are helping!" Kurt grinned.
"Yeah, we're hoping these comics will give us clues to Scott's location." Bobby added. "Man, I love this new costume."
"Ja." Kurt nodded. "Jamie's tailor came through for you at last. Although Scott was none too happy."
"Scott never is." Bobby shrugged. "I heard the tailor found inspiration in a comic book. Something about teenage superheroes in the far future or something."
"Hmm…" The clerk looked at the picture. "Nope, ain't seen him here." He shook his head and handed the picture back. "Although if he's dressed like that, I bet he's at the Comic-Con downtown."
"The Comic-Con?" Jake raised an eyebrow. "Heh. My little brother learned to read from comics. I'm sure if he was in town right now, he'd be there quicker than a certain silver-haired friend of mine on sugar." The red-haired Bostonian chuckled. "So, where is this Comic-Con?" The clerk told him the location.
"Surprised you ain't headed there yourself, pal. Considering the fact that the three of you are dressed like that." The clerk chuckled.
"Maybe we should pay a visit." Jake smirked. "Come on, guys." Jake started to leave. Kurt and Bobby quickly ran up to the clerk.
"We'd like two blueberry smoothies, please." The two X-Men ordered with big grins. Meanwhile, Duncan Matthews was walking towards the store, humming, and his hands in his letterman jacket. He was just about to open the door, when Jake opened the door for him. It ended up hitting him right in the face, knocking him flat with a grunt. Jake didn't notice him. He and his two fellow mutants ran out of the convenience store. Red Dragon took to the air, carrying Nightcrawler on his back. Bobby slid after them on an ice slide.
"Ohhhh…my nooooooose…" Duncan moaned.
The Xavier Institute
"Of all the days to have no criminals in Bayville." Cover Girl groaned. The search turned up blank! All I got was calls about the local brewery exploding, and they kept constantly calling for pretzels." Hank "Beast" McCoy's ears perked up at the words "brewery exploding". Before anyone could say or do anything to stop it, the blue-furred ape-like mutant raced out of the Mansion.
"FREE BEER! YEAH! WHOOOOOOOOO!" Beast squealed.
"Don't worry about it, Cover Girl." Amara reassured. "Jake, Bobby, and Kurt are looking for him. If there's a clue to their whereabouts, they'll sniff it out."
"Speaking of sniffing…" The feral mutant codenamed Wolverine scowled. "I don't understand why they don't have me going out there to find Shades."
"Maybe because your face scares people." Pietro quipped. The assembled X-Men and Misfits looked at each other with deadpan expressions.
"I got this." Lance raised his hand. The geokinetic picked up a newspaper. He rolled it up and whacked Pietro on the nose with it. "No!"
"Hey!" Pietro swiped at Lance.
"Bad Pietro! Bad!" Lance lightly whapped Pietro on the nose. "You seriously need to learn to keep that mouth shut."
"Good luck with that." Todd snickered. "We all know Pietro's brain is the slowest part of his body." Pietro glared.
"At least I don't look like a creature from a B-Horror flick." Pietro scowled. Althea narrowed her eyes. She jumped to her feet and stomped over to Pietro. She angrily took the rolled-up newspaper from Lance…then punched him in the face. "Uhn!"
The Bayville Comic-Con
The Comic-Con was in full swing. Fans of comic books and memorabilia loved these type of conventions, because it allowed them to meet in person, sell merchandise, add on to collections, as well as talk to their favorite comic writers and artists. However, one man was unhappy to be there.
"I don't see why I had to be here." The Crimson Guardsman dressed like comic book supervillain Dr. Blinder grumbled. "This is like being trapped in a room with three hundred thousand copies of my freakin' little brother. And why am I dressed like Dr. Blinder? Dr. Blinder of all that! That character's lame! And I don't even READ comics!" The Guardsman groaned. "But then again, you can tell any character is lame if Dr. Mindbender is a fan!" The Guardsman then sighed. "How do I get myself into these messes? How? Did I screw up real bad in a past life or something?" Meanshile, Scott Summers, dressed in and in the mindset of the Amazing Eye-Man, was wandering around.
"Hmmm, fellow superheroes." Scott mumbled to himself. "They must be here to keep an eye on the supervillains in attendance. Hmm, I recognize some of them, but a lot of faces are new to me…" He looked around suspiciously. "Hmm…why are all these supervillains gathered around in one place? Could Dr. Blinder have formed an evil alliance with them to keep me off his back?" Scott scratched his chin. He looked at one fan dressed as an anime character. His eyes widened. "What is that?" He scratched his head. He shook his head. "Must be from another dimension." He then noticed the disguised Crimson Guardsman, and narrowed his eyes. "Blinder…" He growled.
A local library in Bayville
"Hmm-hmmm…" Senator Kelly quietly hummed as he walked by a big shelf of books in the library. Suddenly, the shelf suddenly tipped over forwards, smashing Kelly underneath. "AGH!"
"SHH!" The librarian shushed from her desk.
Well, well, well! Looks like the insanity shall continue! What madness will happen next? Can the X-Men and the Misfits get to Scott? Will Scott get "Dr. Blinder"? Will Duncan get a break? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!