Honeymoon Hi-Jinks: Chapter 2: Let's Put A Little Rock into this Show!
A/N: This chapter is a combined effort on the behalf of L1701E and myself. I hope you all enjoy. And read L's fic's. They're freaking awesome. (Ringing endorsement anyone?)
Disclaimer: Kid Razor and the Cavilers belongs to L1701E; Omega and Psylocke belong to Descendent. Every one else is owned by Marvel and is shamelessly used.
"I'm the villain of this story!" – Michael Rosenbaum as Lex Luthor, Smallville
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A museum in Cleveland
On the outside, this average Cleveland museum appeared to be tranquil and quiet. However, on the inside, a chaotic clash of titans was occurring. The outside of the museum exploded, and a screaming figure flew through the explosion in a field of rainbow light.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The figure screamed. "AUGH!" He slammed into a lamppost spine-first and slid down to the ground. "Ohhh…the Kid of Rock is going to feel that in the morning." The figure moaned. He jumped to his feet with a back handspring. It was Kid Razor, the Fearless One, the Kid of Rock 'n' Roll, the teenage (Actually, in his late-teenage years) hard-rockin', high-flyin' defender of Cleveland, Ohio. And he was currently very, very annoyed.
His costume was a rather unique one. His long mane-line blond hair framed his face, which was masked by what appeared to be red, black, and white face paint like a pro wrestler. He was dressed in a Van Halen t-shirt with red, white, and black tassels tied around his upper arms. The shirt tucked into a pair of long red wrestling tights decorated with black-and-white razor blades. He had on white boots that reached to just below his knees with black and red fringe. His hands were covered in red biker gloves, and his wrists were covered by black wristbands with silver studs. He also wore a sleeveless red leather jacket with black-and-white zebra-print lapels, and on the back was a black-and-white image of Razor's insignia: A razor blade with bird-like wings on the sides. The Kid of Rock snarled at the bank as a figure marched out.
"Ha! Man, you suck, Razor!" The figure laughed, walking out. It was of a man dressed in a green costume with black trunks and yellow lightning bolts on the chest, and yellow boots and gloves. He had on a yellow mask with eye holes. It was in the shape of a 5-pointed star, only the points and legs of the star had yellow zig-zags, made to look like the star was formed from lightning bolts. He was once a man named Max Dillon, a regular electric lineman. However, when he got struck by lightning, his body was mutated, granting him the power to generate electricity. He decided to use his newfound power for crime, and he became Electro. Electro's appearance in Cleveland was rather unusual, considering that he was not one of Kid Razor's regular rogues. Electro usually fought the wonderous web slinger called Spider-Man. "None can beat the power of Electro!" He started to cackle. "With the exception of Spiderman…" Electro muttered silently. Razor just scowled.
"That has got to be…the stupidest threat…the Kid of Rock has ever heard in his life!" Razor snapped at the electric-powered criminal. "And what in the name of Van Halen are you doing here? You're one of Spider-Man's little bitches!"
"I heard the town has some easy pickings, considering you are the only one still defending your town." Electro laughed. He clenched his fists with an evil smirk. His fists started to spark and crackle with electrical power. "Where are your little buddies? I was hoping to fry their Asses, too." Razor growled.
"That's what the Kid of Rock would like to know." Razor scowled, crossing his arms. "One minute, the Cavaliers disappear. The next, you show up. In this business, funny little coincidences like that mean there is a connection." Razor pointed the head of his guitar at the ex-lineman. "Where are the Cavaliers?"
"The Cavaliers? The Cavaliers?" Electro laughed. He was referring to the Rock 'n' Roll Cavaliers, of which Kid Razor was a member. The Cavaliers were Cleveland's resident super team, which also happened to be a teenage rock band. Razor himself was the lead singer and a guitarist for the band. The rest of the roster consisted of old friends of Razor, who each gained a superhuman power and power over an element thanks to shards of a mystical gem. "I've never even seen the Cavaliers. I was hoping you'd be too busy looking for them to worry about little ol' me."
"I have been." Razor scowled. "The Kid of Rock has been looking for the Cavaliers. He's been beating every single two-bit punk from here to Akron looking for them. He knows somebody has something to do with their disappearance."
"Why me?" Electro grunted. "I just got here! I've barely had time to commit more than three felonies."
"You…" Razor smirked. "Because the Kid of Rock can!" He fired a rainbow-colored beam of energy from his guitar at the electricity-wielding criminal. The beam blasted the green-and-yellow-clad villain right in the chest, knocking him straight into the bank vault. "Yup, this is gonna be too easy." Electro got up to his feet with a snarl as Razor walked into the abandoned museum with a smirk on his face.
"I'm sure even ol' Kid Razor would find this a shock!" He muttered to himself as he fired several glowing blasts of raw electrical power. However, Razor's superhuman agility and reaction time kicked in, allowing him to dodge the electric blasts. "Oh, too afraid to get shocked, huh?"
"It's not fear of shock, stupid." Razor snickered. "It's the fact that the Kid of Rock is in no mood to get his butt fried by the likes of you, pal!" He ducked an electric blast. "Give it up! The Kid of Rock regularly spars with an old immortal mutant witch! Come on!"
"Immortal mutant witch. Right." Electro grunted, throwing another lightning bolt. Razor didn't bother to dodge this bolt. Instead, he put his guitar in front of him like a shield.
"ROCK 'N' ROLL REFLECTOR!" Razor yelled. The guitar glowed with rainbow colors as a hexagonal-shaped energy field appeared in the air in front of Razor. The lightning bolt bounced off the energy field and nailed Electro right in the chest, knocking him back against the wall.
"Ughn…" Electro grunted, holding his head. "Cute trick, kid. But I'm immune to my own electrical…" He noticed Razor's guitar flying right towards his face. "Aw crap."
WHAM!
The guitar slammed into Electro's face, sending blood and teeth flying.
"I'd like a Big Mac with a Diet Coke and extra soft pillows please, Captain Postman…" The electrically charged villain grinned goofily before falling flat on his back, out like a light. The mystical instrument then flew back into Razor's hand like a boomerang.
"Heh." Razor smirked, putting his guitar's strap back over his shoulder. "Wuss. That man was easier than a drunk Paris Hilton in New Orleans." The Kid of Rock 'n' Roll started to snicker at his own joke. Suddenly, he felt a chill at his back.
That's…Electro, is he? A familiar feminine voice purred in Razor's head. He seems rather…simple to me. The Kid of Rock then heard a snort. He was very much…how does the modern saying go…oh yes, out of his league. Razor snarled.
Selene… Razor scowled. He then looked around. "Show yourself, you old bag!" The feminine voice laughed gleefully.
"There is no need to shout and be so vulgar, dear Razor." The feminine voice laughed. "I am right behind you." Razor quickly turned and saw an absolutely gorgeous jet black-haired woman, her hair long and straight. Her face had Roman features, combined with her figure, could've caused someone to assume she was a supermodel from Italy, or somewhere in the Mediterranean. However, her green eyes that shone with malice, arrogance, and evil. She appeared to be in her twenties, although Razor knew that she was actually thousands of years old. She was dressed in what appeared to be a black leather girdle and leather pants with back high-heeled boots. She wore sleeveless black opera gloves, which revealed her bright red fingernails. Her black cape, held around her neck by a blood-red ruby clasp, swished in the slight breeze. A studded choker decorated her neck. "I have missed seeing you face to face. It has been too long."
"Selene…" Razor snarled at his old enemy. "What do you want, you old witch?" Selene was more than just a witch. She was a powerful mutant sorceress. Her dark arcane talents were complimented by her mutant powers, which included telepathy, the ability to control inorganic matter, pyrokinesis, hypnotic powers, as well as inhuman strength and speed. She laughed at the insult.
"Just to see you once again, face to face." Selene's bright red lips formed a smirk. "I don't need my telepathy to guess what you're looking for." Selene purred.
"The Cavaliers." Razor snarled. "What did you do with them you little BITCH!" Razor roared as he held his guitar high.
"Nothing…" Selene whispered as she disappeared, only to reappear behind the Kid. "Yet."
"The Kid is getting mighty tired of this. What the hell do you want? Another beating? I'll be more than happy to give it to ya." Razor snorted as he faced her down. "Where are my friends?"
"Not right now Razor. There's a particular individual, I'd like for you to meet. His name is Michael Nagrite…" Selene said with a sinuous grin as brought forth a mental image of Omega.
"Why does the Kid of Rock get this weird Deja vu feeling?" Razor asked as he saw Omega.
"Do me a favor, by beating down that little snot." Selene hissed. "And I'll let the Cavaliers go."
"Woman. Do I look like I just feel off the Banana boat? What in the Sam hell makes you think that I'ma going to beat down some poor SOB just because you threaten my crew?" The Kid of Rock and Roll snapped. "Get real. I'm on to your shallow tricks and all I got to say about that is…" Kid Razor snapped. "VAN HALEN HAMMER!" Kid Razor screamed as he swung his guitar around, only to see Selene fade into Darkness. "Hm... Coward. Always running." Razor muttered. "Maybe I should find this Mike kid and see why Selene wants him beaten down so bad. He may have a clue to where to find my band." Kid Razor thought as he flew away.
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Cleveland, a few miles away
"Okay. This sucks." Michael James Nagrite muttered. He walked through the streets of Cleveland, looking at the devastation that Juggernaut had caused. He and his wife Betsy had stopped the carnage with the help of Juggernauts basterd son, Dragon. Unfortunately, the Hand had kidnapped Betsy after the fight.
"So now what?" Mike mused as he looked around. "If I was a super shady ninja organization with both mutants and mystical abilities, where would I hide?" Mike wondered. "Maybe I should call the 'Hood. See what they're up to." Mike muttered as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" Came the female voice on the other side.
"Kitty?" Mike asked.
"Mike?" Kitty asked. "Is that you?"
Yea. But what are you doing there?" Mike asked before it hit him. "Oh Christ that's right, you were moving in this week." Mike said with a small smile. "Hey, are the guys there?"
"No. Lance is on assignment with Forge. Pietro went M.I.A, and the rest of the group went looking for him."
"Great. He probably got thrown in the stockade by Val." Mike muttered. "Have them call em when they get back."
"Sure." Kitty said. "So how's the honey moon?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Mike said with a smirk. "I'll call later." Mike said as he hung up the phone. "DAMN IT!" Mike screamed. "Now what?" Mike muttered as he saw something flying towards him. "Oh crap…"
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Abandoned warehouse
"Oh… My head." Betsy moaned as she looked around. "I swear to all that is holy, if I'm where I think I am…"
"Welcome back to the land of the living." Viper said as she stepped out of the Shadows.
"And I Am." Betsy muttered.
"I suppose you're wondering why we kidnapped you?" Viper asked sweetly.
"That thought had crossed my mind. Along with various thought of how to painfully maim you." Betsy quipped.
"Cute. But little girl, you are in no position to try anything." Viper smiled.
"Yea. Right." Betsy mused as she tried to Shadow Walk. Only a painful jolt of electricity stopped her. "Ow!"
"Mystical runes surround you girl." Viper said with a smile. "They prevent you from using you're powers. All your powers." Viper said with a smile.
"I am really starting to hate mystism…" Betsy grumbled. "So, what do you want from me? Ransom, Selling as a sex slave, Slave Trade, Harvest my powers for evil?"
"The last one." Came a voice from the shadows. Selene emerged with a small smile.
"Ah Selene. I trust our bargain has been fulfilled?" Viper asked.
"Yes. The payment is already in your Swiss account." Selene said with a smile. "You may leave after your men bring her to the others."
"Anytime you want to do business." Viper said with a smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go meet up with the Reavers, we have a job to go do." Viper said as she left the room.
"What in the bloody hell have I gotten myself into?" Betsy thought as she sat back. A few seconds later she saw a group of ninjas enter the room, and transport her cage into an underground cavern. There were five other cages, with the same Runes on it as she had on her's.
"Welcome to the party." One of the Cage occupants said. "Names Ronnie. But my friends call me "Rip"." He was a blond boy, with piercing blue eyes and a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt on.
"Hey. Betsy Nagrite." Betsy point to herself. "And the rest?" Betsy asked.
"That's Wendy, My special girl." Rip said as he pointed to a dark-haired, brown-eyed girl who was wearing a blue jeans and a white t-shirt. "Over there is Tommy." Rip continued, pointing to a hazel-eyed auburn-pony tailed kid wearing a pair of Camo pants and a brown t-shirt.
"Sup." Tommy nodded as he sat in his cage.
"Hello." Betsy smiled. "And you two?"
"Names Alex Baines" A hazel-eyed black-haired boy wearing a pair of ripped up light blue jeans and a light blue windbreaker.
"And I'm the charming Daniel Carrington. But you can call me Fingers." Daniel said with a smirk as he smiled at Betsy. He was wearing a dark of dark blue jeans and a sea green shirt. His bright blue hair sparkled in the low light.
"I'm married." Betsy said, showing her ring.
"Damn." Fingers muttered.
"So. Let me guess. You all have mystical powers and are currently being held hostage for some diabolical purpose?" Betsy asked.
"Got it in one." Wendy said with a smirk. "Likewise?" She asked.
"Yep. So, how'd you get your powers?"
"Exposure to a powerful artifact that made us the avatars of the elemental forces of the universe." Alex said, as if it was an every day occurrence. "You?"
"Exposure to the mystical life blood of the earth, known simply as the Crimson Dawn." Betsy explained. "And I'm a mutant on top of it." Betsy said.
"Ouch." Rip winced. "So, does anyone else have this weird feeling of Déjà vu?"
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Next time on Honey Moon Hi-Jinks: L1701E and I continue with another action packed chapter as Omega and the Kid meet. Do they get along? Or do they have a blockbuster fight until they realize they're on the same side? What do you think?
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See you all next time. Once again, this chapter was brought to you by the combined efforts of L1701E and myself. I hope you all enjoyed.
Peace out,
Descendent