Chapter Forty-Nine: BATTLE! (2)
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Jester lowered his meg to the ground while Blade left his to hover four feet above the ground and told Six to remain on the meg so he could attack from above and be their back up then jumped down to join Jester. Six Shooter cocked each of his hand guns. The Winchester strapped to his back.
The hallway was doused in red lights, the siren having been shut off so that they could hear the totems.
Blade sent out a subtle pulse down the hall and got a handful of echoes back. "There's a small group heading this way." he said quietly to the others and sent out another pulse to locate any emergency exits.
There were two vents on his left and one on his right.
"Two vents to the left and one on the right." he said.
"The right one's the safest." Six said. "I memorized the maps." he added when his brothers looked up at him.
They heard the totems screeching and the sound of running clawed feet approaching.
Six Shooter took aim and shot down a few of the totems, immobilizing some and getting others in the head. Jester had knocked out a few and decided to replace his staff with his katanas, knowing there was too much of them for the three of them to handle without killing any and Blade had already killed four, either slicing them in half or slicing their heads off.
Six Shooter replaced each hand gun back in their holsters as soon as they ran out of bullets, grabbed the rifle from his back, loaded it and fired off a round. The result was . . . not what he expected. There was a blast of electricity, electrifying a radius of two feet, zapping most of the totems to death.
"Holy-moley! I love this!" he chuckled, cocked it and fired off another round. He looked down and saw that Blade and Jester finished off the last of the group. "Now what?" he called down to them.
A holo-screen showed up with a map and directed them to the right vent and down to the kitchens.
"We head to the kitchens." Blade said and off they went.
Six Shooter jumped off the meg and followed them, reloading his guns.
The megalograptus turned around and headed back to the room.
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Pinhead checked the screens, keeping an eye on his brothers when the perimeter systems went off. He looked up and spotted the kid coming out of the hidden room and grabbed him.
"It's about to stink up in here." he said and carried him off.
The vents that led to this room were also laid down with several booby traps. One was for shocking the first group when they broke down the vent, another was set to fire off some explosives for coverage, there were trip wires for trap doors and cages but the last one was a set of stink bombs laid out all over the room. These were Chug's personal favorites because he could make them rather deadly and the victims would die of suffocation from holding their breath for so long. Some even had their hearts burst from the pressure build up. Others died of air poisoning.
He set Pinhead in front of his own screens and let him watch the events. "Let me know how many go down." he said and disappeared into another room but left the door open.
Pinhead saluted and started watching the screens. One screen had an overview of the room, another was a blank blue screen that was for the energy readings, another had the traps laid out, all with a red dot on them indicating that they hadn't gone off yet.
Five seconds later the screen for the traps flashed four green dots and the blue screen was suddenly flooded with white dots, eight of the dots flickered and went out. Another trap went off and four more dots went out. Three more traps went off, trapping a couple handfuls of the white dots, then the explosives went off, scattering some of the white dots and finally the stink bombs went off one by one with a ten second break between them.
Pinhead coughed and waved the air in front of him away. The kid had made sure the hidden room was secure but still, he had said some of the smell would get through. He coughed some more and looked around for a can of air freshener. He couldn't find any so had to suck in a deep breath and hold it and watched as a few of the remaining white dots slowly disappeared.
He could feel the formula bubbling inside him and let out his breath, but that just increased the smell and he started gagging.
The kid came out wearing a gas mask. "Sorry. Here, get in this container." he said, the mask' respiratory system sounding like Darth Vader's mask.
Pinhead didn't complain and jumped into the glass container. The kid relocated him to a large 30in-Hx20in-Wx35in-L fish tank-turned terrarium and let him out in there. Pinhead took a deep breath and let the smell of fresh cut grass fill his plastic lungs. He relaxed and nodded his thanks. The kid nodded back and went back to the hidden room.
'I wonder what he and Torch are up to?' he thought but shrugged it off and continued to watch the screens. The little white dots had now been reduced to five little white dots, one slowly pulsating before going out completely. Now there were four little white dots.
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Six Shooter's urge to go after Torch was starting to get a little tougher to handle, but he felt he had it under control, and he had promised himself to tell Blade about it. He wanted some action and action he was going to get. He had been stuck in that cell for nearly ten weeks now, pacing and watching his brothers have all the fun riding around on those megs and free to run around the hotel whenever they wanted.
At least that's what he assumed once the hawk and the monkey had left. Jester told him that the brother had taken over the classes and that learning how to fly the megs was part of their classes now, and the brother was posing as their enemy to help them better their aim in aerial attacks.
Upon entering the vent to the kitchens he remembered the T-Rexes that lived there. "What about the rexes? Are you sure they won't attack us?" he asked Blade.
"Yeah, pretty sure. Just don't get in their way." Blade said and tapped on the vent's exit to let the other party know he was there and how many were with him. The security wires were blocked and the vent opened up to let them pass.
"What would happen if I did cross their path?" Six asked.
"Then you'd get eaten." Jester said.
"You'd think they'd be full by now with how many totems they've eaten in the past couple months." Blade said and headed over to what looked like a medical station and found Tunneler working on one of the scorpions that had been broken in half but was still functional. Its claws were snapping away and its tail was writhing.
"Hey Tunneler, what's the news?" Blade asked.
"We've got some major damage from the fronts. We've lost about three dozen spiders and two dozen scorpions. Some of the rats had to go out for duty and so far the raptors have been okay." Tunneler said, giving Jester a few tools so he could help put the half scorpion back together.
"I could use another hand in here, though. It's just me and the smaller mice!" he called out, starting a small blow torch to wield the half scorpion back together.
Jester volunteered to stay with Tunneler, having taken some medical classes with him and that his brothers would feel better knowing he was safe. He was pretty sure they rather he didn't have any part in the fighting, preferring that he stay somewhere safe. At least in the medical field he'd be doing something to help at the very least.
Blade switched his blade to his hand and patted Jester on the back and left with Six Shooter back to the battlefield. Tunneler handed them a small holo-screen that the kid had made for each of them as a way to communicate. It was a little tricky and through trial and error managed to get a working one and then made copies of that one. The screens used pressure instead of heat signatures from the fingers like they were usually made.
The kid had explained that the screens had plasma in them and they kind of freaked over it since they knew what plasma generally was and were it could be usually found, but the kid said it was all right. The plasma was made in a laboratory and he had plenty of it.
So Blade held up his screen that was the size of a mobile phone and checked for any messages from the kid. The kid sent one saying they were needed on the fourth floor. He looked back to make sure Six was still with him and made him go up front and led him to the fourth floor.
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Kokiri closed in on the smoke room to get a better look at the source of the totems' entrance way. If he could figure out how much energy was being put in he could possibly reverse it and close it up for good. These were times when he wished he understood the technical side of things like his brother did. He understood how magic worked and how some basic and advanced science could be combined to make one more powerful with less energy usage. He understood molecular science and how the elements worked on a scientific level that made him virtually immortal. He could actually die if he wanted to, but for the kid's sake, he didn't. If he did die, who would be there to look out for him?
He clicked on the numbers running the scans and tried to figure out how to stop it.
"Ah, forget this. I'm heading down there." he said and left the station.
From what he's seen of these totems they seemed to be as real as any other living being and ran on blood. Blood was in liquid form and liquid can be turned to ice. The totems he came across were instantly turned to solid, clear crystal ice and smashed into little pieces or reduced to a puddle of water or were set on fire. The little Toulons were getting restless with their training so he made sure to leave some for them to fight, just freezing them in place and walked past them down to the smoke room.
He pressed his earpiece and spoke, "Kid, I couldn't figure it out so I'm just gonna blast the thing and seal it with the lightning diamond. Is that alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I s'pose. Just make sure to leave some for the other guys." Chug replied.
"Alrighty, I'll see you soon." Kokiri said and reached into his left pocket and brought out a ten inch long diamond shaft with a winter blue lightning bolt trapped inside and touched the shattered pyramid with it, causing another shock-wave of power, making the lights in the hotel glow brighter before exploding and plunging everything in darkness. But the portal did stop, cutting a few totems in half from the sudden closure as well as vaporizing and frying others, and the pyramid was reduced to a fine powdered dust which Kokiri gathered up in a gentle whirlwind and placed in a glass vial, cork it and sealed it with a liquid glue from his finger.
"Oops," he mumbled when he saw the remains of the pyramid. ". . . . Oh well, they'll just have to make the best of it." he said out in the darkness and left through apparition.
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Six Shooter knew that he wasn't fully trusted yet when Blade had him take the front. The urge was to get to Torch getting stronger the farther he went away from him. He knew Torch was in the attic room with the kid and the kid held him under lock and key. This battle was a golden opportunity for him to sneak off and get to Torch. He could easily out-gun Blade, or knock him out and run back to the attic and get Torch. But it was just the solid fact that the kid had him that helped keep his urge under control. That and the accursed security!
'I don't need Torch. I don't need the war. I don't need my revenge.' he said in his head, keeping up the mantra and taking deep breaths.
"Are you OK? You seem a little nervous." Blade said.
Six startled and grabbed his top guns to keep a pair of his hands busy and twirled them. "Just glad to be out and in the action." he said.
"Yeah, I know how that feels. At least you were able to walk around on your own two feet." Blade chuckled.
"Yeah, there is that." Six chuckled. "By the way, how is your new leg?" he asked, fingering another gun. He was aware of his actions and could feel himself getting ready to strike Blade in the head.
"It's fine. I got used to the toes at long last." Blade said and his coat turned into wings to block a sudden attack from Six.
"I'm sorry! It's not me!" Six said and pulled each gun out, cocked them and fired.
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