-Green House-
"Mickie, you better be getting dressed in there!" Wesley, her father, yelled behind her door-attempting to be louder than her music.
"Yeah, Yeah. Getting dressed. I'm totally on it!" She replied and sorted through her closet. Everything was green, black, grey, and a few things were white. Normally, she'd just throw on her good old green crop and some grey jeans with her converses, but little boy blue told his Nana she was wearing the same thing days in a row, and then she told Mickie's mom, so now her mother had her favorite outfit on lock-down.
"What to wear," Mickie muttered and looked harder at her clothes. She pulled her grey tank-top out and her green flannel, her cut up jeans and her combat boots with the loose tops. She put everything on and ran a hand through her shoulder length black hair. She pulled her headphones out of her vanity drawer and plugged her phone up to them. She pressed pause on her stereo music then played her music from her phone. She walked out of her room and straight to the kitchen where BC had a plat full of greasy food such as sausage, bacon, fried eggs, and grits waiting for her. She picked up the plat and a can of Pepsi from the fridge and then plopped down on the couch next to the Old Man to watch the sports review on the TV.
"Green Bay win last night?" She asked, eyes glued on the TV.
"Yep." Butch replied and popped the 'P' before shoving another handful of bacon and sausage in his mouth.
"I have detention after school today. I'll be late to practice." Mickie muttered and popped her soda open.
Butch grunted in response, getting a grunt from Mickie in response. BC watched them from the dinning room, shaking her head and the endless similarities between the two. She sipped on her coffee and listened to the two. Wesley had just left for work and so did Joey. Wesley opens The Ring and gets things ready for Butch every morning and Joey handles the books and calls. Every Wyatt works at the The Ring, it was the family business and pass time. BC and Butch trained kids, Wesley handled the early work outs and classes, and Joey was the book keeper. Mickie was a student at the moment. Butch's star pupil.
"Good morning, boys." BC called as two boys walked in the door behind her.
"How does she do that every morning?" Rory whispered.
"That's for me to know, and you to try and figure out." BC laughed. "Mickie, red and little boy blue are here." She called and downed the rest of her coffee. "Butch, we should be heading out."
"The sports review isn't over!" Butch and Mickie yelled at the same time, never taking their eyes off the screen.
"Mickie, we've got to go." Beck snapped. Boy, was he a little Brick.
"No, you have to shut your face so I can hear the review!" She snapped and chugged her Pepsi.
"Mickie-"
"Say one more thing, Red, and I'll kill you." She finally looked away from the TV and glared the two boys.
"Yes ma'am." Rory gulped and tightened his grip on his backpack straps.
"Mickeal-" Without looking, Mickie zapped Beck with at least a two hundred volt blast.
The news switched over to weather, and then Butch and Mickie stretched and sighed in relief. The stuffed their face with the rest of their food, chugged the last of their drinks, and then got up off the couch.
"BC, can you throw me my lunch and a Pepsi, please?" Mickie yawned and ran a hand through her hair.
"Here you go, rugrat." BC smirked and handed the brown bag and soda to her granddaughter. She smoothed her hair back and kissed the top of it. "You behave today, Butch Jr." She laughed and looked up at the two boys. "You boys want me to make you lunch?"
"Nah, Nonno and Nonna are bring me lunch today." Beck shrugged.
"Nana already packed me a lunch, but thank you, Buttercup." Rory smiled, boy was he a mini Boomer and Bubbles.
"Already then." BC stretched her arms out. "Butch, go get dressed. We need to go." She said, acknowledging her husband's sweatpants attire.
"Hm," Butch looked at his wife and raised a brow. "I am dressed, BC."
"No, Old Man, you're not." Mickie smirked and pointed to his naked chest. "You forgot a shirt."
"I swear I put one on." He scratched his head and looked around him for his shirt.
"No, you didn't." BC rolled her eyes and walked to the stairs. "Mickie, get going before your late."
"I hate school." Mickie muttered and grabbed her bag from beside the couch.
"She's right, Champ. Time to head out." Butch smirked and ruffled his granddaughter's hair. "I'll see you after school." He kissed her head and gave her a tight hug.
"After detention." Rory corrected.
"That's still school." Butch and Mickie snapped simultaneously.
"Behave at school today, Mickie!" BC yelled from upstairs.
"Yes, ma'am!" Mickie yelled back and gave her grandfather one last hug before taking off with her friends.
-School Bus-
"Why the hell do we take the bus?" Mickie whined and held her gut. Being prone to car-sickness, Mickie hated automotive transportation.
"Because we don't want anyone following us to school." Beck rolled his eyes.
"We live in Townsville for fuck sake! Everyone knows where we go to school!" Mickie snapped back, holding her gut harder and trying to keep the mornings breakfast down.
"We're almost there, Mick. Just hold on a little longer." Rory said encouraging and rubbed his friend's back.
"Thanks, boy blue." Mickie said with a weak smile, then clutched her stomach harder when the bus jolted forward. "Aw, shit." She cried and blew chunks out the window.
Beck looked up and towards the front of the bus. The bus driver got up and walked out to see what was going on, making Beck slightly nervous in return. He got up and started for the front of the bus. In the middle of the road was a Humvee blocking the way. A black figure sat on top of the hood, another lead against the side, and another was squatting and drawing in the sand. Beck took a closer look, but the shade kept their faces hidden.
"Rory, can Mickie fly?" Beck whispered when he made his way back.
"Maybe, but she's really feeling this one." Rory shrugged and rubbed the green girl's back. "Why, what's wrong?"
"We're about to find out." Beck muttered as he watched the three figures look up at curious bus driver. The old guy turned around and walked back onto the bus.
"Mickie Wyatt, Beck Nichols, and Rory Diamond, please come with me." He said, fear written all over his face.
Mickie's barfing had stopped and her game face was on. Rory looked fearful, but he hated fighting. Mickie got up and pushed Rory out into the isle and forced him to follow Beck. Beck put his hood on his head and Mickie started shoving her leather finger-less gloves on-she hated getting blood stains on her skin. Rory looked straight ahead, occasionally being pushed forwards by Mickie. Between Beck and Mickie, Rory didn't normally have to do much fighting, but he could see three people out there, and he knew he was going to have to do some fighting.
Beck walked off the bus with Rory behind him and Mickie close behind. He looked back to see Rory trying to look anywhere other than in front of him and Mickie was already beginning to twitch with excitement. He looked back towards the three black silhouettes, but he noticed that they were all doing exactly what they were doing minutes before.
"You care to introduce yourselves?" Beck asked, hands shoved into his jean pockets.
"Not really, Red." A boy spoke up with a cocky tone in his voice, much like Mickie when she was playing around.
"Michael, we're not here to toy with them!" A girl shouted.
"Yeah, Mikey, we're not here to play with them." Another girl?
"Shut up, Roami. You're just copying Blayze!" The figure that was squatting got up and faced the silhouette that was sitting on the hood of the car.
"Both of you shut up!" Mickie snapped, her hands already blazing green.
"Awe, Twitch is upset." The boy chuckled.
"You wanna say that to my face, coward?" Mickie snarled, the glow around her fists growing.
"Mickie, back down!" Beck snapped.
"You best keep a leash on that animal." A girl spoke up.
"You best tell me why you're here before I really let her do what she wants." Beck snapped back.
Suddenly a girl stepped into the light. Her dark red hair was braided over her shoulder and fell down to her hip. Her dark pink-nearly red eyes gleaming with a since of entitlement, and her posture showed it to. Her red shirt was ribbed at the bottom and her tights were as black as Mickie's hair. She grinned and titled her head to the side. It was like looking into some genderbender mirror for Beck.
"Can we kick their asses now, B?" The boy growled. His hair was shaggy and black, falling in his electric green eyes. His lip was pierced in the far right corner, and tilted up in a smug smirk. His black t-shirt has a big green spray-painted X on it and his jeans were ripped, torn, and worn down.
"Awe, how sweet. No-brains here thinks he'll win." Mickie retorted.
"Looks like the puppy wants to play with Mikey." A girl spoke up and stood up on the car. Her blue shirt was a little tight and torn in the collar, showing cleavage, and her black shorts were way short. Her blonde hair was choppy and down to her rib cage.
"We have our orders! Follow them." The red head, Blayze, snapped.
"Yes ma'am, captain." The boy smirked and pressed his palms together and pulling them apart slowly. Allowing green fog to surround the rowdies.
"Roami," Blayze waved a hand and the blonde jumped down and pressed her finger tips to the ground.
"Up and away!" Beck shouted, but it was too late. Mickie was pinned down, Rory was out unconscious, and he was unable to move. The foggy green smoke had numbed his body and the blue electric waves shot heart-stopping pain through his whole body.
"HIM's going to love us for this one." Blayze smirked and dropped her foot hard down on Beck's face.
-Unknown-
"So what are we gonna do with them?" Blayze asked, her arms folded over her chest and looking down at the three unconscious rowdies.
"Well, send them back of course." A female/male voice smugly said.
"You really think this is a good idea? I mean, what if they just make it worse?" The red head pointed out, glaring at her counterpart.
"That's why we're separating the girl from the other two." HIM rolled his eyes and turned to look at the green boy laying in the armchair doing absolutely nothing and the blonde fixing her makeup in the mirror. "Do you two mind?" He snapped, grabbing only the girl's attention.
"Sorry." She sighed and floated over to HIM's side.
"Michael!" Blayze snapped.
"What?" The boy glared. "He said do you mind. I don't."
"Just start the machine." Blayze rolled her eyes and turned back to watch her counterpart sleep. Soon she wouldn't have to deal with him.
-Mickie-
Oh God, my head hurts. I sat up slowly and held my head. The last thing I remember is that arrogant SOB fogging up the place with some pretty strong green shit and then that blue bitch knocked me out cold with I don't know what. I opened my eyes and found myself in some ally way in downtown Townsville. When I went black I was down one of the dirt roads, how in the hell did I get here? I shrugged it off and stood up. I examined myself, but the chemical X had already healed me all up. I had nothing, but a raging headache as evidence of my previous encounter with Dr. Douche and his slut station crew.
"Beck?" I called out. "Rory?" I looked around, but there was no sign of them. "Shit." I muttered and walked towards the blazing light at the end of the ally way.
I took my fighting gloves off and shoved them into my back pocket and cracked my acking joints. I was really wants to beat that bitch's face in, but thanks to Beck's halt demand we got our asses knocked out. Sometimes, I hate the fact that he'd our leader. Anyways, the town was buzzing with people, but everyone was dressed weird. Kind of like how the Old Man and BC dressed back in their younger years. Must be some stupid celebration I didn't know about. I shrugged and walked down the side walk while holding my head still. That kid was so going to fucking get it next time I saw him.
"BC!" Someone shouted, but when I looked around I didn't see her anywhere. "BC, hey!" They yelled again, but I just shrugged it off.
"Yo, Buttercup, what the hell?" A guy yelled and yanked me back by my arm. I reared my fist back, but when I turned around to knock this dude's lights out I stopped. He looked confused, looking at me closely. "What's with your eyes? You wearing contacts?"
"No." I snarled and yanked my arm back.
"You look weird today." He said and examined me closer.
"Who the hell are you?" I snapped, slightly disturbed by his staring.
"It's me, Butters." He laughed, then realized I was serious. "Mitch Michelson, your best friend." I raised a brow. He couldn't be Mitch. That dude died when BC was like eighteen, some car wreck or something like that.
"Uh," I frowned and backed away slowly.
"What's up with you?" He asked and then looked at my hair. "Wait, your not BC. Holy hell, I am so sorry." He laughed and scratched the back of his head. "Your hairs too long for you to be BC."
I didn't say anything, just sat and stared in amazement at this dude's stupidity. Then it hit me. This guy really believed he was Mitch and he really though I was BC. I channeled my inner Beck and thought really hard about the possibilities of my current situation.
"What year is it?" I asked, catching the guy off guard.
"Like 2015, why?" He raised a brow.
"Oh my God." I muttered under my breath. BC was like seventeen, eighteen in 2015. Was I back in time.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I gotta go." I muttered and took off down Maple St. If the complex was still abandoned I was in deep shit.
-Beck-
"Beck, dude, wake up!" Rory said and kicked my side.
"Ahh!" I yelped and held my now probably broken rib. "What the hell was that for?"
"Man, I don't think we're in Townsville anymore." He said and looked up. "At least not our Townsville."
"What the hell are you babbling about, dip shit?" I snapped and stood up.
"I mean we're in Townsville, but I don't think we're in 2045 anymore." Rory said and point towards something. I turned and looked in the direction. Smack in the middle of town was the old volcano the original six destroyed a long time ago.
"Rory, where's Mickie?" I muttered, still staring at the volcano.
"She wasn't here when I woke up." He bit his lip. "I don't think she was ever here, Beck."
"We've got to find her." I muttered.
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