Yo! What's up readers! I'm back with another chapter!
Sorry it took awhile. I just didn't have the drive for this story for awhile.
Also, first half of this chapter is inspired by the first street race in 2 Fast and 2 Furious, and the Monte Carlo vs Viper race scene in Fast and Furious Tokyo Drift.
Gabeherndon308 gave me the idea for the street race that could be based off of one of the two race scenes, and I chose to combine them both for this.
First, response time!
gabeherndon308: Thank you, glad you like it.
Lord demon: Huh. Interesting, I can probably work with this, because that power core thing could be used for something.
Logan21: Don't worry, you'll see who's on the team soon enough. Plus, I agree with you on not liking the idea that you need a license to be a hero.
Glavie165: Here's another one.
One more side note:
1.) Dax Obsidian: voiced by Seth Green (2012 Leonardo voice).
2.) Brixton Embers: voiced by Sean Astin (2012 Raphael voice).
Ok, let's get back to the show.
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Opening:
Play Ready To - Michiru Kagemori (Xann Remix).
The music starts up with beats that sound like clapping. Then the beats become electric as it continues.
A black silhouette is seen standing against a white background as the camera zooms up to them.
The music continues as the view flashes white for a brief second, then shows the figure up close to reveal to be Dax. On his wrist is a gold wrist band with a black jewel on top. The jewel glowed as a futuristic gauntlet formed on his hand and arm, and he made a fist as he held it up to his smirking face.
"Armor up!" He exclaimed, then suddenly raising his fist into the air, and a flash of light appeared.
The music picked up in tone as it showed a shield with a vertical sword behind it. The shield displaying a diamond shape with three talon-like claws, giving it the appearance of a three clawed theropod footprint, and the title flashed in front, saying:
Cosmic Knights: A My Hero Academia Story.
The music and lyrics continued as the title cuts away to show Dax from a side view (his right) running across a field under the night sky, the full moon being his only light source, and a large black mechanical Tyrannosaurus rex with horns was running next to him (on Dax's left).
The scene then cut to a tall teen with broad shoulders and short spikey red hair, and blue eyes. He looked towards the screen, and posed by taking his hands out of his varsity jacket, and pounded a fist in his open palm with a smirk. Behind him is a red mechanical Stegosaurus, which swung its spiked tail in the air, and roared.
The scene cut away to an African American teen with glasses, and a blue vest over a gray long sleeved shirt. He posed by adjusting his glasses with one hand while smirking, the glare of the light hiding his eyes, and his left hand on his hip. Behind him is a blue mechanical Ankylosaurus, which slammed its tail onto the ground, and roared.
The scene cut away to a teen girl with short blonde hair in a pixie cut, and a yellow open vest over a black long sleeved shirt. She posed with a small smirk while making the rock and roll horns with one hand. Behind her is a yellow mechanical Utahraptor that slashed its claws in the air, and roared.
The scene cut away to a teen girl with long brown hair in a ponytail, with a pink shirt with short black sleeves, jean shorts, and black leggings with pink stripes. She posed with a bright toothy smile while giving two fingered peace signs with each hands. Behind her is a pink mechanical Pteranodon, which spread its wings, and roared to the sky.
The scene cut away to show half of the faces of Dax and the other teens together, then these futuristic knight helmets formed over them.
The scene then cut away to show multiple silhouettes with a bright light shining behind them. The view then faded to show the silhouettes up close. The shadows hiding the silhouettes faded away to reveal class 1-A, and the pro hero All Might in his skinny form. The whole class then did their own hero poses, and All Might morphed into his muscular form with his bright smile, and his fists on his hips.
The scene flashed for a moment, then revealed darkness. An eerie dim green glow shined to reveal Rita, and lightning flashed behind her to show three unknown silhouettes behind her as she grinned evilly.
A lightning bolt flashed in front of the screen, and the scene changed to reveal Dax in his normal attire, the wind blowing his black hair as held a black sword in his right hand. He held an intense glare, that glare being directed at Rita, holding her golden staff with a green jewel on top, standing on a cliff just above him, smiling evilly.
Camera view changed to reveal Dax standing on a lower cliff opposite of Rita, a big gap in between them, and the mechanical t-rex stood above Dax, and roared at Rita.
The scene changed to reveal seven different colored crystals spinning in a circle with a clawed mechanical hand reaching out to grasp them from the darkness with six glowing eyes.
The view was then slashed by Dax wielding his sword. Standing side by side with him are the other teens. The red haired teen smiled and gave him a fist bump, Dax returning it. The blond wrapping her arm around Dax's shoulder. The pink shirt girl smiled with glee, coming up behind them, and wrapped both arms around the red head and Dax, surprising them. The red head tossing a pair of glasses over to the African American teen (who apparently didn't have them), who caught them with ease, and they gave each a friendly smile. Then Dax raised his sword into the air, and the camera quickly panned upwards to show the title:
Cosmic Knights.
Then the second heading appeared underneath from left to right.
A My Hero Academia Story.
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New York City, USA, before Dax moved to Japan...
It's currently nighttime in the city that never sleeps, and the city tends to live up to its well known nickname.
Just like what's currently happening tonight...
In a rural part of the state that's close to the city, is a gathering of people, and a couple of those people have suped-up cars parked along the street. At least three so far.
Needless to say, it doesn't take a genius to know that this is a gathering of streets racers ready to take to the streets at night.
Arriving on the scene is a red Lamborghini with red rims. The engine roared as the driver revved up its engine. The sports car was soon parked in an empty spot, and the driver opened the door to step out.
Stepping out of the car is actually a male teenager in his late teens.
Who's the teen you might ask? This, is Brixton Embers.
Brixton Embers: Caucasian American with broad shoulders, short spikey red hair, blue eyes, a red varsity jacket with a black shirt underneath, navy blue jeans, white socks, and red sneakers.
He's also part of the twenty percent of people without a quirk, but that doesn't stop him from being an awesome street racer.
Upon first glance, he looks like the stereotypical jock you'd see in classic films, tv series, and sometimes cartoons. But while he's strong, stubborn, and a rebel. He's also actually a nice guy. Just don't get on his bad side.
As soon as Brixton stepped out of his car, he threw his arms out with a smirk, and he's greeted by the roar of the crowd as they cheered for his arrival.
"Yeah, now that's what I call a welcoming." Brixton says to himself as he put his hands in his jacket's pockets.
He soon loses his smile once he hears an annoying voice. Well, it's annoying to him.
"Well, well, well! Look who it is. The matchstick himself!"
Brixton turned to his left to see the owner of the voice.
"Oh. Pete. You exist." Brixton said with distaste, and sarcasm.
Standing next to a white Lamborghini with gold highlights, gold rims, while surrounded by slim sexy women in white short shorts, white tank tops, and gold heels (or as Brixton likes to call them, plastic cheerleaders), is his rival.
Pete Plast.
Pete Plast: Overweight caucasian American with short blonde hair. He also has a barely grown mustache that just needs to be shaved. He wears a white long sleeved diamond studded jacket with a black t-shirt underneath that has his last named in a stylized font. He also wears beige colored pants, white shoes, a large gold chain necklace around his neck, and a red baseball cap turned backwards. He's also part of the eighty percent of people who have a quirk.
Pete's quirk:Silicone Fat. His body produces body fat that acts like silicone. His silicone body fat can also be donated to other people (which will be explained later). His drawback is that his silicone body fat swells like he's having an allergic reaction without the allergy whenever he's greatly injured... or gets stressed too much.
Another thing to note is that his family is rich.
Brixton, and Pete never got along with each other in school, or outside of school. The reasons being that Pete picks on people who don't have a quirk, or just considered weaker to him. It's also because Pete likes to flaunt his family's wealth to those who aren't as rich, or just poor.
Needless to say, none of that sat well with Brixton, and he's taken whatever opportunity he could to knock Pete down a size.
Mentally, not physically, obviously.
A key note here is that Brixton doesn't have a problem with people being overweight. Only the ones that are jackasses, like Pete.
Now where were we? Oh! Yes. Rivalry.
"I don't see why you think that nickname is insulting to me. Because we all know that I roast your ass whenever you act like a jackass." Brixton said, giving his enemy a shit eating smirk.
Pete never dropped his cocky grin as he continued to try, and push Brixton's buttons.
"Oh. Well to me, while you're a torch to these people, I just see a glorified matchstick. Because you're actually small, and minuscule to someone as popular as I am!" Pete boasted.
Brixton's smirk never faltered.
"All it takes is something as small, and minuscule as a match to start a fire. Care to add more fuel to it, fat ass?" Brixton said, jabbing at Pete's weight.
That finally made Pete drop his smirk.
"Stop calling me fat! It's silicone, dammit!" Pete yelled in anger.
"Oh whatever. Go back to eating cheesy poofs, Cartman." Brixton quipped.
"You son of a-"
"Careful, bloatfish. Wouldn't want your quirk to act up, now would we?" Brixton said, interrupting Pete's outburst.
Pete fumes in anger, but calmed down to collect his composure.
"I hope you realize that tonight's race is a four car race only. The way I see it, you're one too many." Pete said, smirking at the end.
"Well the way I see it, you're more than one too many. Piss off, Richie Rich." Brixton said, getting serious at the end.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you make me?" Pete said, smirking. Daring Brixton to do something.
His five cheerleaders went 'ooooooooooo!' at that.
Psh! The only reason why they like him is because he's rich, and donated his silicone for their body enhancements... which he paid for!
Yeah, he's not just popular because of his money.
Brixton thought about physically retaliating against his rival, but soon came up with a better idea, and smirked at the thought of it.
He turned back around, and got onto the roof of his Lamborghini.
Hey, as long as he doesn't dent it, he's ok with the idea.
Brixton then asked the host of the race, an African American with a white hoodie, and afro, to give him a blow horn.
The guy gives him the blow horn, and Embers pressed it to get everyone's attention.
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!!
Everyone stopped doing what they were doing, and looked towards Brixton.
"Attention street racers, gamblers, and observers! There's one too many cars here for tonight's event! So how about a wager to see who participates?" Brixton announced loudly.
The crowd cheered at the idea of it, but the other three racers are feeling skeptical about it.
"Alright, I feel ya! So here's what's gonna happen! It's gonna be a one lap race between me, and Pete Plast! Whoever ever wins, participates in tonight's event! Loser, however, leaves in disgrace! What's say you?!" Brixton announced.
The crowd cheered loudly once again at the idea, and this time the three street racers joined in the cheering, now knowing that they aren't participating in this wager.
"However!" Brixton suddenly said, silencing the crowd.
"That's only possible IF Plast agrees to these terms! So what's say you, Pete?! Man enough to impress your cheerleaders?! Or are you as fake as your body fat?!" Brixton called out his rival.
Seeing that Brixton had poked his ego once again, and that everyone had their eyes on both of them, he let his prideful arrogance takeover in the heat of the moment. Plus, he didn't want to lose the respect of his lady squad.
"Alright, matchstick. Game on!" Pete declared.
The crowd went wild as Brixton tossed the blow horn back to the host of the race.
"Yo, Joe!" Brixton called out to the host, now known as Joe.
"Yeah, man?" Joe said.
"Keep the surprises for the main event! Leave people in suspense!" Brix said, hopping off his car.
"I gotcha, man!" Joe said.
After the two street racers finished doing a last minute check up on their cars before the race, the two rivals are now in their cars, and they're ready to floor their gas pedals.
Joe then called out to the two racers over their car radios, and the speakers placed in the area.
"Alright everyone! For this opening event, we'll be using the same street for tonight's main event. However, I'm keeping the surprise of the main event hidden until we actually get to it! With that being said... RACERS! START YOUR ENGINES!" Joe declared at the end.
With that being said, Embers, and Plast, revved up their engines. Each rev sounded like the deepest, intimidating, and beastly growl. Then one of Pete's cheerleaders, pulled out her unhooked bra, and held it up in the air as a flag.
"Get ready to lose, Brix!" Pete said in a cocky tone over the radio.
"Your Daddy's money can't save you this time. Out here, the streets are MY rules! Prepare for discipline, bitch!" Brixton called back over the radio.
"Tell that to your Momma!" Pete retorted, unknowingly striking a nerve.
Quick on the dime, Embers, slammed his driver's door into the side of Pete's passenger door, and making a considerable dent in it.
Pete was too shocked, or too angry, for words as Brix shut his door.
"Care to repeat that, little shit?" Brixton said in a dead serious tone, daring Pete to make it more personal.
Pete remained silent out of fear as the countdown reached to five.
"Thought so." Brix said.
"Easy there, Embers. Don't get yourself kicked out of the race just yet." Joe said over the radio.
"I'll try not to." Brixton said.
Three.
Two.
One.
As soon as the timer reached zero, the two racers floored it, the tires of their cars squealing as they burned rubber, and took off.
The two racers took off towards the more rural area of the city, where there's less people, and Joe made sure that he and his crew had the roads closed off so there's no traffic to interfere with the street race.
Embers', and Plast's Lamborghinis roared down the track. The two of them trying to get ahead of each other. The two glanced at each other for a brief moment, then made a left up ahead, and the two vehicles drifted smoothly like a hockey puck on an ice rink.
Plast began to slowly pull ahead of Embers, and the fat jerk couldn't help but gloat about it.
"Don't look now, matchstick, but I'm about to pass you!" Pete gloated over the radio.
"I wouldn't jinx yourself if I were you, Cartman. You never know what might happen." Brixton said, keeping a cool head so far.
"All that will happen is me crossing the finish line!" Pete cackled.
"Well if that's the case, what's that in your headlights?" Brixton asked, pretending to be curious about something.
"What do you mean? There's nothing there!" Pete exclaimed in an annoyed tone in his voice.
"Of course there is! It's my taillights!" Brixton said enthusiastically.
He suddenly made a sharp right, but Pete was a little late because he got distracted by Brixton's chatter, and almost wiped out from crashing into garbage cans.
Pete's Lamborghini kept speeding down the road, but Ember's had pulled away enough for him to get some distance between himself, and the rich jerk now behind him.
"Oh hey look, I was right." Brixton said casually.
"You son of a bitch! You dented my car, and now you made me scratch it!" Pete said angrily over the radio.
"Oh grow up, Plast. Besides, why do you care? You're supposed rich, right? Or was all that just a lie that's as big as your ass?" Embers quipped.
"Oh I'm rich alright! But I'm still gonna send your ass the bill afterwards!" Pete said irritably over the radio.
"You gotta catch me first, Wiley coyote!" Embers quipped again.
Pete growled in anger, but as soon as he saw a left turn up ahead, he got an idea, and he smiled deviously.
Just as soon as the duo made a left turn, Pete turned earlier than Brixton, flipped a button cover, and pressed the button underneath it.
He activated the nitrous boost.
His engine roared even more as he picked up speed, and began to pull away from Embers.
"So long, matchstick!" Pete said as he cackled like a maniac.
"Dammit." Embers cussed under his breath so Pete didn't hear him over the radio.
There was another left up ahead, and the two street racers made a turn down that direction, which led them to a much more rural area of the city.
The tables have turned, and now it's Brixton who's behind Pete. Each time Brix tried to pass him, Pete kept blocking his way.
"Having some trouble back there, matchstick!" Pete taunted over the radio.
Brixton remained oddly quiet, which Plast picked up on.
"Oh, can it be? Brixton's gone quiet? It must be a sign! A sign that I'll win, and compete in tonight's main event!" Pete gloated over the radio.
Brixton remained silent.
He saw up ahead that there's another left.
The two drivers turned that direction, and Pete was still ahead of Embers.
"I'm still ahead of you!" Plast taunted.
"And you're still annoying." Brixton quipped back calmly.
"Great Scott! He speaks!" Plast continued to taunt him.
"Careful, Pete. I'll Marty McFly past you before you know it." Brixton said, eyeing the left turn up ahead that'll bring the two racers to where they started from in a straight line while crossing the bridge.
"Well get ready to get Biffed!" Pete said over the radio.
The two then made the final turn, and continued down a straight path, but now the duo are neck and neck again, and Pete is just ahead of Brixton's Lamborghini by a couple of feet.
As they continued to drive down the street, Pete gave Brixton another taunt over the radio.
"Well well! Matchstick isn't such hot shit after all! Looks like I'm gonna finally put you in your place!" Pete taunted.
"You speak as if we already crossed the finish line, when we're not even close yet." Embers said.
"We're about to!" Pete pointed out.
"How about you put your money where your ass is?" Embers quipped.
"I'll do that once I take your ass out?"
"How? You gonna tell your daddy on me?" Brixton taunted.
"No. THIS!" Pete said, suddenly jerking his Lamborghini to the left, slamming the side of his car into Brixton's car.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Embers exclaimed in shock, and anger.
"Taking the trash out! Losers like you don't deserve to be considered competition! People like me are born to surpass you in everything! I'm rich! I'm popular! I have a quirk! And I have the hottest girls as my cheerleaders! You're just some quirkless punk who races cars!" Pete ranted furiously, his stress going up considerably.
His quirk began to react to his stress, and some parts of his body began to plump up like he's having an allergic reaction, but none of the swelling obstructed his vision as he continued to try and take out Embers.
"Before you ram into me one more time, let me tell you my final statement before you send me packing to a hospital." Brixton said.
Thankfully, Pete stopped to hear him out.
"Fine! What's your last words, loser?" Pete questioned.
Brixton them flipped three switches, then flipping a button cover.
"If I'm a matchstick, then get ready to EAT MY ASHES!" Brixton exclaimed loudly at the end, then pressing the button.
His car jerked forward once the nitrous was activated, pulling far ahead of Pete.
"No, no, no, NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO!" Pete screamed in anger, trying to activate his nitrous again, but he's tapped out.
"You son of a-"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Brixton cheered.
He slowed down as he crossed the finish line until he came to a complete stop. Once he did, he got out of his car as the crowd cheered for him.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Can you feel the heat?!" He cheered.
Seconds later, Pete's Lamborghini crossed the finish line, and make a complete stop.
Pete got out of his car, some parts of his body making him look like he was stung by hundreds of bees, or a boomer from left for dead two.
"YOU!" Plast yelled in anger.
"Who, me?" Embers taunted.
"I should've won! I should've beaten you! I have the money! I have the girls! I have a quirk! I deserve the glory, you freakin' nobody!" He ranted furiously.
"Not my fault you only had one tank of nitrous." Embers said, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
"GRRRRRR! You no good for nothing-"
FWOMP!*
Suddenly Pete's quirk fully malfunctioned from his stress, and now he looked like he came straight out Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban but mixed with the stay puffed marshmallow man from ghostbusters.
Unfortunately for his cheerleaders, it affected them two.
The sounds of sudden swelling, and rips in clothing occurred as they yelped in fright, and discomfort.
The five girls assests had ballooned to exaggerated proportions, making them look like plastic surgery bimbos.
Brixton saw this coming. He read up on his quirk, and it said that the donated body fat was harmless after two months. They obviously didn't listen.
Embers then approached the bloated form of Pete, and spoke to him.
"Look at where the price of fame got you." Embers said before knocking him over with a kick.
"Ok, someone take care of the trash, and let's start the main event!" Brixton announced.
The crowd cheered louder. Excited that they can finally get to the main event.
(Play A Little Faster by There for Tomorrow.)
(A/n: The racers will be taking the same route as Brixton and Pete.)
Brixton, and the other three racers are now lined up with two in the front with two in the back.
The golden car is driven by an African American man.
The orange car is driven by a Hispanic man.
Lastly, the pink car is driven by a Japanese girl.
After the countdown, all four racers floored their gas pedals, and took off.
"Oh yeah, baby! Now this is a race!" Brixton cheered.
Back at the starting line, a swollen Pete, and his cheerleader bimbos stood by his car as he grumbled in anger.
"One oo you 'et ee my 'hone, and make a 'all 'or me. I'm putting a 'op oo thip 'ackazz." Pete managed to say through his swollen lips.
One of his cheerleaders waddled up to him, trying to maintain her balance, and got his phone out of pocket, since he can't physically do it at the moment.
Meanwhile, the racers had just made the first left turn.
"You keep calling it a crash and burn
Just wait your turn
You might have time to speak
There barely was a lesson learned
'Cause it'll return no favors back to me
I'm sure it tasted oh so sweet
But it was never good enough for me
I bit the tongue behind me teeth
It was never good enough for me
You said you always keep your word
Show me what you're after
I thought you promised me the world
Tell me what you're after
Go on and take you way too far
'Cause here we are, waiting once again
You said you always keep your word
Show me what you're after
Just a little faster"
- Pause -
The racers continued to try and get ahead of each other, but it seems that, Brixton, is doing better in keeping the lead as they are all now halfway done with the track.
But suddenly, the cops showed up on the streets, and it alerted the racers as well as the crowd.
"Shit! We got cops!" The Hispanic man shouted through the radio.
"Oh to hell with this!" The Hispanic man yelled through the radio, apparently bailing the race.
"How the hell did they find out?!" The Japanese girl exclaimed through the radio.
"Someone must've snitched!" Joe spoke through the radio.
"And I have a damn feeling I know who!" Embers spoke irritably through the radio.
"Oh shit, man! It just got worse!" Joe said, sounding more worried than he already is.
"Worse how?!" Brixton asked.
What could be worse than the cops chasing them.
"I just saw Captain Celebrity! He's with the cops!" Joe exclaimed.
Oh dear lord.
Brixton's eyes widened in sudden fear when he heard that.
"Oh shit! EVERYONE, WE HAVE A PRO HERO COMING FOR US! EVERYONE SCATTER, WE HAVE TO BAIL!" Brixton shouted through the radio.
"Copy that! Bailing out!" The African American said over the radio.
"Bailing!" The Japanese girl said over the radio.
"Dammit! You're a dead man, Plast!" Brixton grumbled to himself.
He checked his mirrors, and the pro wasn't in his sights yet, but he wasn't taking any chances. He saw a couple of cop cars tailing behind him, and immediately turned left.
Brixton soon got an idea as he radioed Joe.
"Joe! Raise the drawbridge! I have to lose these cops!" Embers said.
"Are you sure about this man? Everyone's bailed! There's no prize money after this!" Joe said.
"I know! I don't care about the cash right now! I'm trying not to get caught here! Now raise it before I get there! Hurry!" Brixton said.
"You got it, man!" Joe said.
"Raise the bridge! Embers got cops on his tail, and he's going for it!" Joe ordered over the radio.
Brixton made another left, and saw the bridge up ahead.
"C'mon, c'mon, C'MON!" Brixton said to himself as the cops began to get closer to him.
He soon saw the bridge begin to slowly rise up.
"Yes!" Brixton exclaimed with glee.
He soon activated his nitrous once again, and took off straight towards the bridge.
- Continue music at the final verse -
"You said you always keep your word
Show me what you're after
I thought you promised me the world
Tell me what you're after
Go on and take you way too far
'Cause here we are, waiting once again
You said you always keep your word
Show me what you're after
It was never good enough for me (it was never good enough for me)
Show me what you're after
Just a little faster."
(End of music)
Brixton soon reached the bridge, which was raised high enough, and his car made the jump.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Brixton cheered once again.
His car hit the pavement, the underside of the body just scrapping it, which made sparks, and his windshield cracked.
Other than that, he's fine.
The cops on the other side of the bridge had stopped before they met the incline of it.
"Yeah! Top that you sons of- WOAH!"
Brixton suddenly swerved when he sees the pro hero, Captain Celebrity standing in the middle of the road. The pro punched the side of the Lamborghini before it could hit him, which caused Brixton to swerve uncontrollably, and it caused the car to flip sideways.
The car continued to flip until it skidded to a halt upside down.
Pete and his inflated cheerleaders were hidden nearby as they saw this happen.
"Ha! 'erves 'im 'ight!" Pete laughed.
Well, laughed the best he could with his current situation.
His gloating was soon short lived as soon as he and his bimbos saw the flashing red and blue lights, and sees that they're surrounded by cops.
"Oh, pppppppppppuck!" He cussed.
Back with Brixton, his ears are ringing as he looks back at the pro hero approaching him through his broken door window.
...
Later, at the police station...
Brixton could be seen with some bandages on him as he sits in a chair at the police station. He's lucky he doesn't have any broken bones.
Next to him on his left are Pete's cheerleaders, now swollen bimbos. Each one took up two seats due to their oversized butts. Luckily for him, none of them could speak due to their swollen lips. Otherwise he'd have to constantly hear them complain about their predicament.
At the end of the row of seats is Pete himself. He's still swollen like an allergic reaction to peanuts and sea food, and he has to take two seats as well.
Brixton leaned over to look at him dead in the eyes, and Pete made eye contact with him.
Brixton pointed his finger at the swollen bully, and slowly slide his thumb on his throat, indicating that he's going to kill him. Pete's eyes widened in fear, because he knew Brixton wasn't playing around anymore.
Suddenly, Brixton leaped from his seat, and swiftly kicked Pete so hard that he began to bounce around the station in a comedic fashion.
Each time Pete bounced close to Embers, he was swiftly punched in the face by the pissed off teen. It took a bunch of officers to restrain the both of them.
...
Interrogation room...
In the interrogation room, we see a video being played of Brixton's Lamborghini jumping the drawbridge before it paused.
We now see, Brixton, watching the video with his hands not cuffed. Why? Because there's two officers, and a pro hero in the room.
"Can I get a copy of that?" Brixton asked.
The pro hero, Captain Celebrity, also known as Christopher Skyline, turned to face him.
"Do you think this a joke?" He demanded.
"Possibly. I mean, I'm looking at one right now, and he's wearing tights." Brixton quipped.
Captain Celebrity slammed his hands on the table. Brixton didn't flinch.
"Watch it, kid. You're on thin ice as it is." Captain Celebrity said sternly.
"Well, so's your love life, ya damn flirting pervert. How's your ex-wife by the way?" Brixton smirked, touching a nerve with the pro hero.
Said pro hero growled angrily before regaining his composure.
"Better than your car." He said.
"What about my car?" Brixton asked.
"I crushed it." Captain Celebrity said.
"YOU WHAT?!" Brixton yells in fury, suddenly standing up, and was about to march over to the pro, but the two cops held him back.
"Knock it off, kid! Unless you want to be in even more trouble than you already are!" The pro hero said.
Brixton reluctantly sat back down.
"Do you realize how serious this is? You, and that silicone blob out there could be put away in jail for this kind of lawbreaking. So consider yourself lucky." Captain Celebrity said.
"Lucky how? You trashed by car, dipshit." Brixton spat.
"You're lucky because that kid out there is in more trouble for using his quirk illegally, and putting those five girls out there at risk for using it improperly. You on the other hand, are in trouble for participating in a street race, reckless driving, and fleeing police." The pro hero explained.
"Wow. I got lucky because of someone else's quirk for once." Brixton said with mild sarcasm.
"Will you drop the attitude! You have two options. Either you go to jail, and stay there for however how long, or you can avoid jail by participating in the student transfer program in Japan." Captain Celebrity explained.
"What?! What kind of bullshit is that?! I'd be leaving my home!" Brixton exclaimed in disbelief.
"Should've thought of that before breaking the law, kid. Your parents are here to see you. Better choose wisely." The pro hero said, escorting him out of the room.
"Am I supposed to take advice from someone who's a flirty show off?" Brixton snapped at him.
"Do you ever shut up?!" Captain Celebrity exclaimed in anger.
"I'll do that when you give me a reason too." Brixton said.
"Either you make a decision, or I will." The pro said.
Brixton kept his mouth shut after that, but still growled in annoyance.
"Thought so."