Basketball Blunders!
To Haretrigger: Hey there, Hare! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! Yeah, villains with deep pockets are a lot of fun to hate and to write. I think you may like who I chose to be the goons. Well, 'goons' is an unfair term for them. Yeah, they'll give the West Coast Misfits some trouble. I'll see if I can include more Scarface references. Enjoy the new chapter!
To RogueFanKC: Hey there, Rogue Fan! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! Yeah, Whip being called "Boss Hogg" is very funny. He was an inspiration for the Whip. Yes, I agree. It is a low blow. I think you'll like who this mutant gang are. They're a couple old characters I've wanted to use again. Oh yeah, Whip isn't normal. He's not a mutant either? Why do you think he's called the Whip? Enjoy the new chapter!
To Dante Tigerwolf: Hey there, Dante! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! Yes, you will see some old OCs of mine I've been wanting to bring back. Thanks for Val, but I don't know too much about him. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter, and I can hardly wait for new chapters of "The Z Project"!
To todd fan: Hey there, todd fan! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! Here's more for you! Enjoy the new chapter, and I can hardly wait for new chapters of "Slugs and Snails", "Gifts and Curses", and "Fourteenth Century Man"!
To Red Witch: Hey there, Red Witch! Nice to hear from you again! I'm very glad you liked the last chapter! Oh yeah, I think I may be able to fit in some Whip torture! Enjoy the new chapter, and I can hardly wait for new chapters of "Evolution XMJ"!
Disclaimer: "Great Guardians!" - Green Lantern (Hal Jordan), Superfriends
Chapter 3: Makin' Deals!
Downtown Malibu
The white-clad mall magnate known as Wally "The Whip" Farriss sat in the back of his limousine. He was tapping impatiently on a briefcase that was sitting across his lap. The limo was parked in a parking garage.
"Come on. Where is he?" Whip muttered. "He's late." He looked down and his eyes widened. He saw what appeared to be a blob of silver liquid seeping into the limousine. The blob slowly seeped in, then seemed to crawl up to the seat. In the process, the blob changed shape and transformed into a teenage boy, who had his silver hair in a small ponytail and matching eyes. He was dressed in a black costume with silver highlights. The boy was in a seated position.
"Forgive me. I had some trouble with Rhinox and Ringer." Alex Wendel, aka Mercury, the bass player of Metallix, explained his lateness with a refined voice. "Sadly, they were the only two members of Metallix I could bring."
"…" Whip blinked. "You know, I've seen you do that liquid thing a couple times, and it still creeps me out." Mercury chuckled.
"Understandable." The liquid metal mutant chuckled. "Watching the usage of certain powers does creep some people out."
"Yeah." Whip nodded. "No offense…Mercury, is it?" Mercury nodded. "But your powers give me flashbacks of Terminator 2."
"I've heard every joke. It doesn't offend me. If I'm allowed to be honest?" Mercury answered. Whip nodded. "Ironically, I have never seen any of the Terminator movies."
"It's a shame that the rest of your little band couldn't come." Whip snickered.
"Yes." Mercury nodded. "They were…indisposed."
Metallix HQ, Yesterday
"I ain't gettin' on no plane!" Diablo, the devil-like lead singer of the mutant gang/metal band Metallix, unintentionally snapped at Mercury. The members of Metallix were sitting around the living room of their headquarters. Diablo was watching TV, and mercury had just walked in and told him of an opportunity. "Sorry. It's just that I hate flying."
"Die die die die die die!" Spectra, Metallix's rhythm guitarist, screamed. The rainbow-haired girl was stabbing a plush doll that had Kitty Pryde's face taped over the doll's face. "You stole my power! My power! MY POWER! YOU COPIED ME!" She started strangling the doll. "GIMME MY POWER BACK! MINE! MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MIIIINE!"
"And Spectra's too unstable." Diablo sighed. "Of course, we all know why Whiplash can't come." Meanwhile, in a hospital, Whiplash was laid back on a bed. The Hispanic mutant drummer was in a full body cast, with limbs hoisted into the air.
"I hate Trouble." Whiplash moaned, his voice muffled by his cast. Back at HQ, Diablo did some thing.
"Well, since it's not safe to take out Spectra, Whiplash is in a body cast, and I hate flying, bring Rhinox and Ringer with you. And make sure they don't get into any trouble." Diablo nodded. Mercury nodded.
"I'll keep those two in line."
"Good luck." Diablo snorted. "Rhinox can be a hothead at times, and Ringer's a letch."
Malibu, present day
"…I…see." Whip blinked.
"Is there a reason why you called me here?" Mercury wondered.
"Yeah, I thought I'd let you know something." Whip said to the young mutant. "The last time I was there, I ran into a possible problem for you and your two boys."
"Oh really? What…kind…of problem?" Mercury raised a silver eyebrow.
"Well…" The Whip pulled an handkerchief out of his jacket and wiped his brow. "I was at that youth center I want to bring down, and I encountered three members of the West Coast Misfits."
"Really?" Mercury asked, his voice indicating his curiosity was piqued. "Which ones?"
"I'm…I'm not sure." Whip sighed. "I can describe them." Mercury leaned back and put his fingers together like a steeple, nodding. "Well, one of them is this girl with her hair in an old style. Farrah hair." Mercury could not help but grin. He had to admit, she was smart.
"Alison Blaire. The Dazzler." Mercury chuckled. "She has the power to absorb sound and convert it into light, which can then be used to create various effects or laser beams. I believe she also can use that light to create forcefields. I saw her sing at the Starlight Club last night. Quite a voice she possesses. She is talented. She's smarter than some people realize. She knows that people will notice and remember her if she styles her hair in an old fashion."
"And the second one was a black kid, hair in cornrows." Whip continued.
"Terrell Mason, codename Velocity." Mercury nodded. "Superhuman speed and the ability to psionically control air molecules."
"And the third was this loudmouthed little brat." Whip grumbled. Mercury snickered. It was obvious who that was.
"That must be Kyle Wildfire. The Thunderbolt." The silver-haired Mercury chuckled. "His mouth is legendary. It rivals Whiplash." Whip blinked.
"If you say so." The white-clad businessman nodded.
"We have faced off against a version of the Misfits, Mr. Farriss (1)." Mercury remembered. "Albeit they weren't official."
"I got a feeling that those kids are going to mess up my chance to get me a new mall in Malibu." Whip grumbled.
"The Misfits are fond of messing up things." Mercury nodded.
"I need you and your boys to deal with that little problem." Whip nodded. "The last thing I need is to deal with a bunch of superpowered teenagers! Uh, no offense."
"None taken." Mercury shrugged.
"And, uh…" The Whip grinned, opening his suitcase. He turned it around, revealing the case was full of money. "A little gift for you if you can deal with those kids."
Well, well, well! Looks like our bad guy's henchmen are revealed! What insanity will happen next? Will our heroes be able to take down Metallix? What craziness is Rhinox and Ringer up to? And will Spectra ever get help? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
(1) - See "Rockin' In The Southside!"