Take the Long Way Home
Well folks, here's chapter 31, my Christmas present to you all, as well as where my two underappreciated fight muses get to show exactly what they can do. Come on out guys! #BlackWarGreymon and Vegeta walk out of a portal that appears next to me, both looking severely tweaked# What's wrong with you two? #Vegeta levels his patented Glare-O-Death© at me# "What do you think baka?! You locked all of your muses and characters away in that hell-hole you call a mind just to play that stupid Kingdom of Loathing web-game, and you expect everything to be just fine and dandy when you let some of us out?! I DON'T THINK SO!!!!!!!!!!" #Vegeta begins to gather energy to smite me down with extreme prejudice# Okaaaay then… #I snap my fingers, and suddenly Vegeta falls asleep, the half-formed attack dissipating in his hands#
Okay, BWGmon, since you're obviously going to wait until I let my guard down to kill me, you brief Mr. Destructo on what I need you both to do. #I toss a sealed envelope to him# Now I'm getting out of here before short, dark and psychotic wakes up.
AN: I've decided that I'm not going to be doing review replies at the top of the chapters anymore, so we can get to the action faster. Also, I've changed the internal debate symbols to be the same as thought symbols, since won't support the ones I had been using anymore.
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'AAA'-Telepathy
'AAA'- thought or internal debate
Disclaimer: Lord . . . what the hell am I doing here? (Wolfwood from Trigun) You all have NO idea how often I ask myself that question!
Chapter 31: Dot Hack: Redemption: Round 1…BEGIN!
As the X-jet began it's descent on Cleveland, everyone on board was tense. Some more so than others. In the back of the plane Shawn pulled at the neck of his X-man uniform, and muttered a string of choice curses under his breath. Rick and Maria, who were nearest to him, looked over at him. "What's your problem?" Rick asked, raising his pierced eyebrow. Shawn got up from his seat, and staggered forward towards the lockers.
"I've had all I can stands, and I can't stands no more," he growled. "I put up with this stupid uniform because the Prof gave it to me, and even let me modify it a little, but I can't fight in it to the best of my abilities! It's just too damn uncomfortable! Now I know I stashed one of my spare gi's around here…" He got up and made his way to the storage lockers, and began to search through them methodically. Jamie, who had fallen asleep, woke up as Shawn slammed the locker door two spaces down. Razor remained blissfully unaware of anything. Jamie's eyes widened as he heard Shawn mutter about his gi, and he jerked around to look behind him, to see the unique blue and orange material of Shawn's gi hanging behind him. He turned towards the door just as Shawn opened the door. Jamie froze. "Ah, there it is!"
Shawn reached past Jaime, took his gi down, and began to close the door. "Hey Jamie," he muttered, before closing the door. There was a long pause, before the door was nearly torn off of its hinges. "JAMIE?!" Shawn cried in shock. Rick and Maria looked into the compartment over Shawn's shoulders, and indeed, there was a sheepishly smiling Jamie, lying down next to an annoyed looking Razor. "Somehow… I'm not surprised," Rick commented. Jamie crossed his arms and pouted.
"I can help you guys!" he protested as Shawn lifted him out of the compartment. Razor followed after them as Shawn and Rick gently pinned the younger boys arms to his side, and lifted him off the ground, frog-marching him up towards the cockpit. As they went, Maria rebuked the overenthusiastic young man. "Jamie, you don't have enough battle experience to be of much use in this mission. Now one of us will have to protect you, since the chances of you staying out of sight aren't likely at all, which could mean that we will fail and lose this battle." As she spoke, Jamie began to look more, and more depressed, and stopped struggling against the older boys' grips.
'Memo to me, teach girlfriend meaning of the word "tact",' Shawn groaned to Bahumut. The old reptile gave a shrug from his position in the air and replied via Shawn and his' mental connection. 'Hey kid, you picked her, not me.' As he said this to Shawn, Ronnie laid his hand out, smirking. "Full House," he said, reaching for the pile of chips floating between them. Bahumut slapped a hand down on his wrist before he could grab them. He fanned out his cards and displayed them to the younger ghost. "Royal Flush," he grinned, displaying a single fang. Ronnie began to curse vehemently.
As the four made their way through the plane, there were several exclamations of surprise from the other members of the team. "Lad, what in the world do you think you're doing here?!" Rahne exclaimed when she caught sight of him. Razor stopped his pacing as he caught sight of the kid, wincing at the Scottish girl's loud tone.
"Well, The Kid of Rock was wondering where that concentration of the Power of Rock was coming from, and now he knows." Shawn shook his head, he'd ask later. "Hey Rick," he said to his roommate, "You take our little stowaway to Dante, I'm gonna go get changed." Rick nodded.
"Sure, just-" he was cut off as Dante's voice crackled over the inter-plane speakers. "Time to reel it in kiddies, we got a bite! Just picked up a transmission over the police scanner detailing a breaking-and-entry in progress; definite mutant activity. And Razor, the power and physical descriptions match the ones you gave the Prof and me." Razor whooped as the prospect of alright registered in his mind.
"Put the pedal to the metal, and kick this thing into overdrive!" he whooped towards the cockpit, before rubbing his hands together in an evil manner. "Payback time! heh heh heh." As the Jet came in for a vertical landing on a skyscraper near the origin of the distress call, Hack watched the descent of the plane from the roof of a smaller building through a magnification program in his goggles. "Well," he mused, "This is unexpected. But I may be able to integrate this into the plan Slash helped me create." He tapped the side of his eyewear once, and they transformed into a pair of wraparound sunglasses, with a small wire leading from the glasses into his left ear. A series of instructions scrolled down the lens, his eyes scanning them at a rapid-fire pace. A single quick thought had a portion of the text erasing, while another had new text typing itself into the document. Biker stood behind Hack, and spoke as the boy finished.
"So what do we do now boss?" Hack smirked. "We use this to our advantage. Letting Frost and her little lackeys duke it out with Shawn and the others increases our chances of succession by nearly seventy-five percent. There's still a .00000001 chance that we could fail, but I like to think that hitting the long-shots is our business, not theirs."
-In a parallel dimension, a four-fingered man in a leotard-like costume with a star on the front and a sash, sneezed as he threw a dagger. There was a scream of fright from his lovely assistant, but his powers quickly put the errant blade back on track. He scratched his head in confusion. 'What the hell was that?'-
Hack turned his magnified gaze back to the street level stadium entrance, where several patrol cars had been abandoned by the police when they had been struck by a debilitating wave of panic. Even the SWAT team had fled! Only two officers remained; a female officer, and a male officer, apparently her partner, with an extremely red face, almost to the point of being purple. The guy was shouting something through a megaphone towards the two figures that were apparently on guard duty. One was a hulking blonde brute of a teen, almost matching The Blob in girth, though his body seemed to be entirely made up of muscle. The other was Hispanic, and seemed possessed of an unbelievable arrogance. Hack turned a gimlet eye on the pair, before examining the shattered entrance behind them.
"They should be figuring it out riggghhhht aboooout…now!" Even from here, Hack could hear the shrill cursing coming from inside the stadium. Biker chuckled. "Think she's pissed?" he asked. Hack gave a grim smile. "Are the others in place?" he asked, not even acknowledging the rhetorical question. Biker nodded. "Good." Hack watched as Shawn came sprinting onto the scene, paced by the rest of the team. "And now we wait…"
Shawn stopped behind the barricade of police cars, and peered at the two guards, who were apparently communicating to whoever was inside the stadium, since the Hispanic one was talking into a headset, while the huge redhead unfolded his arms, tensing for battle. The female cop turned, and tapped her partner on his shoulder. The cop, who Shawn recognized from his last visit to the home of Rock and Roll, turned and stared at the group. "Kid Razor!" he growled. Razor grinned and spread his arms out as if he was going to hug the officer. "Polanski! Figures I'd find you in the thick of things, you great big walking cholesterol problem!" Polanski began to turn a dangerous shade of purple that just bordered on red. Razor grinned and opened his mouth to fire off another quip, but Dante pushed past him and situated himself between the two.
"Knock it off Razor, make fun of the local law later, right now we need to know what's going on here." He turned to "Polanski" and nodded. "Look, I know this is your town, but obviously you folks can't handle these people." He gestured towards the empty cars before the woman, whose badge identified as Briscoe, interrupted. "They're just kids! You can't expect us to let kids go out there and fight!" Sam, who had been elected un-official junior team leader for the mission, stepped forward.
"Ma'am, we may not look like much, but we can sure as shootin' take care of ourselves." He shot a wry glance at Maria and Shawn, "Some more so than others," he finished. Polanski seemed to be caught, before an explosion of electricity rocked the wall next to the entrance, catching the team's undivided attention. Dante subconsciously drew his sword, while Maria unsheathed her claws, while Shawn brought his Bo from his back into a defensive position in the blink of an eye. Polanski sighed, and moved out of the way, letting the teens pass. Before Razor passed, he stopped and looked at Jamie, then at Polanski and his partner.
"Keep him outta trouble for us, will ya Polanski? Try to keep him from doing anything I would do." Razor's voice had the most serious tone that the cop had ever heard coming from him in all of their encounters (Although that's not saying much) so he nodded his head gravely and watched Kid Razor stride to the line-up that had formed facing the entrance, before turning to the duo of the small boy and the small…dinosaur? Polanski shook his head, then grinned wryly at the slightly fearful look that the kid was giving him and his partner. "Relax kid, not everybody hates mutants." The cop's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "Personally I just don't like super-heroes." Jamie grinned a little at the statement, and Razor settled down, his claws returning to their blunted state, while his teeth retained their deadly edge.
Shawn grasped his Bo tightly, anticipating an attack at any second. Beside him, Rick was as tightly wound as a spring, his biceps at their maximum size, while on his other side; Dante had his sword slung casually over his shoulder. Suddenly a burst of electricity exploded from the entrance of the stadium, lancing through the air towards the small group. "MOVE!" Sam bellowed, taking off into the air. Razor sprang backwards from the blast, while Shawn, Rahne, Rick, Maria, Tabby, and Dante sprang to the sides, with Amara lighting up. Sam was the only one of the three flight capable members of the team that took off into the air, coming back to earth a few yards away from his takeoff point.
As the dust cleared, several forms were visible through the smoke. The Hispanic boy and the Muscle Man were now joined by a blonde guy, who had apparently fired off that blast, since an electric charge was dancing in arcs around his hands. Beside him were two girls. The first was a girl with reddish-brown hair and angular features, with a deck of fanned out cards in one hand, holding them in front of her face like a real fan she peered over the cards with brown eyes. The other was stranger, with lavender hair and a cat's tail twitching behind her. Her pupils were also cat-like, and she stared ahead with a blank look that chilled Shawn's blood to see.
On the other side of the walking mountain were three other people. The first was a woman in all white, wearing a cape, and corset-and-panty combo that practically screamed: "I'M A WHORE!" to the entire world. The other two were a curvaceous blonde girl and a black teen. All of them were staring at the team with looks ranging from annoyance to pure malice. "I should have know that goody-goody Xavier would do something like this!" the woman in white snarled. Dante and Shawn swung their weapons around to defensive positions.
"Now was that whole explosion REALLY necessary?!" Rick yelled. The blonde guy smirked and cupped one of his hands, forming a ball of lightning. "I'd say that constitutes as a yes Shaggy," Tabby remarked. The blond grinned maniacally, and threw the lightning ball.
Right at Shawn and Maria.
"Of f#king course." Shawn muttered, before launching a defensive barrage of fire at the incoming projectile. When the two elements met, they exploded in a burst of heat and light. However, the static discharge from the lightning ball continued on it's path, using the lance of flame as a guide straight to Shawn, shocking the lizard. The giant chuckled, and complimented his companion. "Heh, nice shot Bevatron." The blonde smirked and buffed his fingernails against his costume, a ridiculous looking combination of red and purple. All of them were clad in it, with the exception of the woman. However, the blonde's smirk disappeared when Shawn got back up, his gi a little singed, but otherwise unharmed. "This was… my second favorite gi. And now…" he said, glaring at the other team of mutants, "I… AM… PISSED!!" His eyes flared crimson for a moment, before he hoisted his staff back into position, his tail lashing the air behind him as it ripped its way into existence yet again. Maria pointed at the blonde, Bevatron. "You," she hissed, unsheathing her claws, "Are mine!"
Dante re-sheathed his blade, since one of the enemy appeared to be an electro-kinetic, there was no WAY he was giving them that big of an advantage, and slipped on his gauntlets, powering them up with black flames. "Remember Wildcat, no fatal stuff. Although," he added, glaring at the opposing team, who were growing tenser as each second passed, "as long as the biggest piece left can still talk, then I guess you can have a little fun." At this point, the opposing team leader had apparently had enough.
Frost flung her hand outward in a dramatic gesture. "Hellions… ATTACK!!!" Everyone immediately paired off against their opponents. Rictor and Boom-Boom came up against the Hispanic teen, while Wolfsbane shifted into her werewolf form with a snarl, while the purple haired girl became a ferocious looking panther-like creature, the two clashing in a snarling tangle of claws, fur, and fangs. Razor chuckled. "That gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "fighting like cats and dogs"." However, his merriment was cut short.
Razor's sharp hearing was the only thing that had him dropping into a split that would make most grown men wince. Two disks of black energy sailed past where his head had been just a split-second ago. (AN: Bad pun, I know, I know! OW! Knock it off with the tomatoes already!) Razor glared at the curvaceous blonde, who only giggled as she bounced a ball of black energy in the palm of her hand. "Hi Razor," she called in a flirtatious tone. Razor smirked. "Doesn't the Kid of Rock know you from somewhere? Like maybe the red light district? Your name's Roulette, right?" His eyes suddenly went wide in a theatrical exaggeration of realization. "Oh yeah, you were the best dollar fifty the Kid of Rock ever spent!" The girls eyes narrowed, and she flung several more disks of black energy at the rocker. He dodged each one with a series of flips, cartwheels and other acrobatic feats, making more lewd comments as he went. "I'LL RIP OUT YOUR TONGUE AND FEED IT BACK TO YOU!" she screamed, throwing several disks at once. Razor chuckled as he landed back on his feet and ripped off a riff on is guitar, sending a shockwave of mystical energy at the girl. She countered with yet another black energy disc, this time aimed at the wave of energy. The two projectiles collided, and exploded in a flash of white light. "Well," Razor smirked, "I guess this game just got a little more interesting."
As these little theatrics were going on, Draco and Wildcat had advanced on their chosen foes. Per her promise, Wildcat had taken on Bevatron, while Draco had chosen to take on the card toting girl. He and she circled each other warily, each one taking the other's measure. Shawn made a move to put his staff away, but stopped as the girl drew a card from her deck, and held it in front of her. She concentrated on it for a moment, before calling out "Sword Card!" the card was surrounded by a faint glow, before a sword appeared, floating in thin air before her. The girl put the cards away in a handy pocket on her costume, and grabbed the sword out of the air by the hilt, holding it in the classic fencers salute. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Well, that must be a nice trick to pull at parties. And your name would be…?" He let the question hang in the air for a moment. The girl smirked. "Call me Tarot," she said with a French accent. With that, she charged. In the background, he saw Wildcat dodging blasts electricity from Bevatron, who was doing a good job of keeping her at a distance with lightning blasts. As Shawn spun his staff, he managed to hit play on is CD player. He smirked as Aerosmith's "Rag Doll" began to play. Tarot's eyes narrowed, as if taking offense at the song, while Shawn began to twirl his Bo in a tight figure eight arc, advancing steadily.
Magma was being circled now by the black teen, who had moved in at an astounding speed. His lower legs had unfolded, revealing them to be prosthetics. Small jets had unfolded out of his false legs, as a mass of energy formed under his feet, propelling him into the air. He smirked at her amazed expression. "What? Did you think that your little corn-ball friend was the only one with the power of flight?" He used her paralysis due to shock to launch a pre-emptive strike, trying to knock her out of the fight early on. Unfortunately, this little stunt backfired, as the heat from her body caused him to veer off. He snarled at her as she recovered from her shock and fired off a burst of flames, which he dodged.
Meanwhile on the ground, Dante, Rick, Tabby and Sam had squared off against the giant, the woman in white, and the Hispanic kid. As Rictor and Boom-Boom advanced on the teen though, he merely smirked, before putting both his hands to his temples. Tabby's steps began to slow, as her eyes seemed to glaze over somewhat. Rick stopped his advance as well, turning to look at Tabby. "You okay Tabs?" he asked in a concerned tone.
The teen they had been attempting to attack smirked a little as he watched, keeping his hands firmly on his temples. 'No one can resist the power of Empath,' he thought smugly. The young man's mutant ability allowed him to manipulate emotions. He was able to create new emotions in a person, but it took to much effort to be really useful on the field of battle. However, he had no problem manipulating emotions that were already there. Like say fanning small sparks of romantic interest into full blown passion. He couldn't really pull off love for some reason though.
Tabby turned to Rick, a small half smile on her lips that had Rick experiencing a variety of emotions, interest and alarm being the two that figured most prominently. "I'm just fine Shaggy," she said in a slightly husky voice. Alarm bells began to go off in the western born mutant's head, very, very, BIG alarm bells, but they were quickly silenced thanks to Empath. Anything else that Rick could have possibly thought was cut off when Tabby grabbed the front of is uniform, whispered "Com'ere," and slammed her lips on his in a soul searing kiss. Dante stopped his advance on the giant, turning to stare at the two teens, who now appeared to be fused at the lips.
"Damn it, can't you two wait to do that until later!" he yelled. Anything more was cut off as a wave of agony slammed through is skull. The flames on his gauntlets died, letting him clutch at his head in pain. He managed to turn around, letting him get a look at his psychic assailant. The woman in white was standing there, smirking evilly at the half demon. "Well now, you've an interesting mind. But I guess even those with demon heritage are susceptible to a psychic attack!" The icy woman glared at the hulk near her as he swatted Sam away from him, causing him to nearly sail right into her. "Watch where you aim Beef!" she snapped. Beef shrugged.
"Sorry Ms Frost," he muttered. He reached out with one mammoth hand, and attempted to catch Sam as the Kentucky born mutant attempted to bowl him over once more. The flying teen was distracted however, by a sharp yelp of pain from Rahne. Naturally, he turned to see what had happened to her, causing his flight path to alter, slamming him into Dante. The two landed in a tangle of limbs and weapons. The half-demon was on a dagger edge between consciousness and blacking out. A moment later, Rahne was thrown into the pile, bleeding from several gashes along her torso, by the feline mutant. The lavender haired girl changed back from her more intimidating form, taking a spot next to Frost. The psychic patted her head as if she were a pet. "Good job Catseye." The purple haired girl didn't respond to the contact at all. Unfortunately for Empath, all the noise ruined his concentration.
Rick and Tabby suddenly realized exactly what they were doing, and jerked away from each other, flaming as red as Amara's alternate form. "Okay, that hombre's gettin' hurt now," Rictor muttered, glaring at Empath and tensing his biceps to build up power. Boom-Boom matched the force of the Mexican mutants' glare easily. "NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY HEAD UNLESS I SAY THEY CAN!!!" She yelled, forming several bombs. Empath gulped audibly. 'I think I just stepped into one big, steaming, pile!' he thought, just before a barrage of sonic waves and cheery bombs hit.
Empath managed to dodge the blasts someow, but was taken by surprise when, Rictor catapulted through the smoke screen kicked up by the initial attack, and let loose with a sonic powered haymaker right to the other teen's face. The Hispanic teen was sent flying backwards, landing in a heap near Frost, Catseye, and Beef. Frost had grasped her temples and was currently running a powerful bolt of psychic energy through the minds of Inferno, Wolfsbane, and Cannonball, causing the three to writhe in pain as the waves of mental energy wracked their bodies. Frost stopped her assault to point at the two pissed off teens. "Beef, Catseye, take care of them!"
Razor dodged yet another bad luck disk from Roulette, and yawned exaggeratedly. The area around the two was in a shambles from all the missed shots. Even so, Kid Razor was hurting a bit from the impact of all of the shrapnel that the girl had kicked up through her blasts. He had attempted to retaliate using his mystical blasts, but each time he tried to Finally Roulette managed to control her temper, which had skyrocketed as Razor had taken a page out of Spider-Man's book keeping up a steady stream of trash talk, quips, insults and one-liners. She threw yet another disk, but this time instead of aiming at the Jukebox Hero, she aimed at a fallen pile of masonry which had a broken pipe sticking out of it, right behind him. A gas pipe to be exact. An active gas pipe, to be even more exact. Razor stepped to the side slightly and let the disk fly past. He smirked. "HA! You missed!" Tarot smiled smugly.
"Oh did I?" she asked rhetorically. She pointed behind Kid Razor. 'I know I'm gonna regret this,' the hero thought. He turned to see the last attack strike the end of the pipe, which had been gushing gas. Unfortunately for Razor the gas decided to ignite when exposed to Roulette's little attack. This was extremely unfortunate in that this caused a HUGE gush of flames to spew from the pipe, engulfing Razor in a roaring inferno! Roulette laughed, hiding her mouth behind one hand. Suddenly the fire flared for a moment, before dieing, revealing Kid Razor safely ensconced in a spherical shield. He strummed his guitar, giving the girl an evil glare. "Now, let's get this party goin'" he smiled evilly, strumming a riff on his guitar. The blast of rainbow energy sent Roulette skidding across the ground. Razor smirked and sped towards the girl.
Meanwhile, Magma and the flying kid had reached a stalemate. She couldn't hit him with her fire, and he couldn't get close enough to her to strike her down. The two were now engaged in a glaring contest. The teen landed, his prosthetics folding back into his legs. "Who are you?" Magma hissed. The teen gave a small mocking bow. "Call me Slipstream your highness," he said. "How do you know who I am?" Magma gasped. Slipstream laughed.
"We hacked into your precious Cerebro's data banks and pulled up most of your dossiers." "Most?" Slipstream's face darkened. "That little bastard Hack tightened the security around the new data-files when he visited his little friend. We couldn't even touch the files about the newest arrivals, including that little lizard friend of his!"
As this was going on, Shawn had changed his strategy against Tarot, switching from his plain Bo to the two yard long segments. He caught an attack from her sword between the two crossed pieces, as the two of them came face to face. "You're good," Shawn noted offhand. Tarot smirked. "I was trained to use a sword by some of the greatest swordsmen and women in the world. You don't have a chance really." Shawn smirked right back. "That may be true, but I was trained by one of the world's greatest ninjas. And the first thing he taught me was…" His tail whipped around and smacked Tarot behind the knees, knocking the girl's feet out from under her. "Sometimes you have to fight dirty to win!" He knocked Tarot's sword out of her hand as she fell, watching it disappear out of the corner of his eye. But instead of pressing the attack, he merely put his bo back together, turned off his CD player, and waited patiently. Tarot looked surprised at this. Shawn smiled pityingly at that. 'I guess she's never been taught one of Sensei's most treasured lessons,' he thought with some pity.
"The second thing he taught me was to always give your enemies the option to surrender, and to never cause more damage then you absolutely have to." Tarot nodded. Shawn was so focused on his own fight that he didn't even notice when Bevatron managed to paralyze Wildcat with an electrical blast. He had begun to tune out his surroundings when Razor had begun talking about certain aspects of Roulette's parentage, sexual preferences and appearance that he was just better off not hearing.
"An admirable show of skill, but I'm afraid you're not the only one that knows how to play dirty!" The French girl pulled a different card from her uniform, a very familiar looking card. "MUSCIAN KING CARD!" She cried, holding it up. 'Well skin me alive and call me luggage,' was the only thing that Shawn could think. There was a screeching sound as Razor put the brakes on in midair, stopping his attack on Roulette. "SAY WHAT!?!" he screeched. A figure formed in mid-air, a man with peroxide blonde hair that was spiked straight up, clutching a red and white flying-v guitar and a jeering smirk. The man's eyes were pure white, and his ripped up jeans, pendant necklace and boots were his only items of apparel. "HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT THING THE KING OF MUSICIANS!?!?!?!?!?" Kid Razor screamed in indignation. Emma and the rest of the Hellions smirked at the new addition to their team, while the New Mutants and Inferno stood up shakily. Sam supported Rahne, who was clutching at the wounds scoured along her side by Catseye. Inferno was clutching at his head. Boom-Boom and Rictor had tried to take Beef and Catseye on, but the combination of Beef's muscle, and Catseye's reflexes and claws. Rictor was bleeding from several shallow scratches, while Boom-Boom had several bruises rapidly forming on her torso and limbs, as well as one HELL of a shiner on her right eye.
"TAKE THEM OUT KID RAZOR!!" Jamie hollered from behind the line of police cars. Polanski nodded. "I can't believe I'm cheering for that loudmouth, but as they say, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend"." Briscoe was a little overwhelmed by the entire fight, especially at the ruthlessness of these "Hellions", and was staying silent. Razor the Raptor was following the action avidly, his head whipping in one direction, then another, as he followed the action.
Back in the fray, the Musician King raised his hand in an extravagant motion, before bringing it down across the strings of his guitar. The results were immediate, and catastrophic, as a pulse of ultra-sonic sound poured out of the conjured monsters guitar. Kid Razor, Inferno and all of the New Mutants all dropped to the ground, clutching their ears in pain. Emma's smirk widened even more as the teens and their chaperone collapsed, covering their ears in pain as they tried in vain to block out the noise. One by one the students went limp as they passed out from pain. In the end only Razor was left hanging onto consciousness by a slim margin. Polanski had pulled four sets of ear plugs out of his patrol car, a wise investment he had made after running into Kid Razor several times, and had helped both Razor and Jamie with theirs as Briscoe put hers in. The four watched in horror as Kid "Rock N' Roll" Razor struggled to keep hold of consciousness. Polanski drew his police issue, and drew a bead on Emma. "I don't care if I get thrown off the force for this," e growled, "but if she keeps hurting those kids…"
Emma caught the stray thought, and glanced at Polanski. Her skin glowed for a moment, before changing to a strange diamond-like substance. Her look to Polanski spoke louder than words. It said: "Try and shoot me now doughnut breath." There was a sharp report as a weapon fired, and a "squelch" as a bullet impacted in a body.
---To Be Continued---
Heh heh heh, yes, an evil cliffie! I know I'm going to get a lot of grief about this, but I thought it was about time to have a small arc in my story. I hope you guys don't get to testy, and I promise the next chapter will be up soon. So until the next update, Read, Review, & any suggestions you have are welcome! Now on to review replies.
L1701E: It's nice to hear that you gave Rodney plenty of respect. I'm glad to hear that some people did. About the whole pick-up line from last chapter, I actually got that from "Boy Meets World". Pretty funny show. I like all the different ideas, and plan to use them as well, except for the one about Jubilee obviously.
Andivari: Well then, I guess it's one frea-kay relationship then. I'm not that good at writing Kid Razor, since he's not my character, but I like him and apparently L1 is okay with how I write him, so that's all that really matters to me.
Agent-G: Sorry that it takes so long to update this stuff, but I try, I really do! And Kid Razor can be a pain, but his heart is in the right place, even if his ego tends to overshadow it a lot of the time.
ViciousAssassin: Yeah, they should outlaw her cooking. Of course, it could also be used as a last-ditch weapon against the X-Men's enemies. In the words of Corporal Klinger, "To hell with the Geneva Convention!"
Animluvr1: you're right, that does sound like the name of a band! I just picked characters at random for them to use, I didn't know he had a particular one he played.
Alleycat588: Thanks for the review, I'm sorry it's been awhile since I read your stuff. I'll try to rectify the situation immediately!
SickmindedSucker: Well, you've got to remember that Kid Razor was making such a nuisance of himself that they didn't really have much of a chance to check the compartments.
Ancient Vampire: Hey man, glad to have you on board as a reader. Remember, any creative criticism or suggestions are welcomed with an open mind. Just ask L1701E or Animeluvr1.
AzureDragoness: Glad to see that my story is still liked by everybody. I know that this isn't exactly timely, but I really, really tried to update fast. So do I still get the cookies? Heh, you think Naryu scares me? I've recently made some additions to the roster of my stable of OC's that would have no trouble dealing with him. And to your fbbwat, I was just suggesting a genetic link to the food from the Teen Titan's fridge.
Fissie: Glad that you liked it, hope you liked this one! Yes, there's some plot here as well. And what line were you looking for?