Flight of the Archangel
Disclaimer: "'Kay…" Stan Marsh, South Park
Chapter 4: Test Flight
Selene's Chamber
"How would you like to take a flight?" Selene offered. "Test out your new wings."
"Yeah, I could." Jay agreed. "The new wings could use a stretch. I hope they can help me fly like my old wings did." He rubbed his throat unconsciously. Funny. My accent is gone. I haven't noticed this, but my voice sounds quite different now. I wonder why I have a different voice…Ah well, I'll ask about that later.
"I think you will be pleasantly surprised." Selene smirked as she conjured up a purple portal.
"Wait…" Jay narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "I thought you can't leave this place."
"I cannot." Selene explained. "Watch." She proceeded to try to put her hand through the portal. However, before her hand could go in, the portal flashed, causing the mutant sorceress to withdraw her hand quickly with a hiss. She rubbed her hand with her other one. "See? That blasted spell on this place. I can conjure portals to bring things in, but it will not let me out."
"So, what makes you think I'll be able to leave this place then?" Jay crossed his arms.
"You are not me, my dear little archangel." Selene smirked.
"Archangel?" Jay blinked.
"Well, I figured that you would no longer like to be called 'Icarus'." Selene smirked.
"Good point." Jay frowned. "Icarus doesn't seem to fit me anymore. His wings were never made of metal."
"You certainly do look like an archangel." Selene chuckled.
"Whatever." Jay went into the portal. The dark-haired woman smirked. The mystical window with Dormammu's face appeared.
"I trust you have created our agent." The extradimensional ruler guessed.
"Indeed." Selene confirmed with a smile. "He was so willing to live again."
"You gave him a new body. That was all you needed to do." Dormammu blinked. "Why did you give him new powers as well?"
"All part of the deception, my dear Dormammu." Selene smirked. "I have him believing he's going to get his precious revenge on his sister. And the new powers he was given will add on to the illusion."
"And where is this spirit you have summoned." Dormammu inquired.
"I let the bird out of his cage so he can stretch his wings." Selene smirked. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go speak to my new pet."
The skies of New York City
"WAAAAAAAAAH-HOOOOOOOO!" Jay Guthrie whooped as he streaked through the sky, doing several barrel loops in the air. "This is incredible! Wow!" He dove towards an alley, making a FWOOSH sound behind him. He dove into the alley and pulled up high into the sky with incredible power and speed. "Wow!" He whooped. "I never was able to fly this fast!" He did a hard left turn. "Nor was I ever that maneuverable!"
"I'm glad you like the new body so far. I am rather proud of it myself." Selene's voice boasted in Jay's head.
"Yeah. It's great!" Jay smiled as he looked down. "I can see the cracks on the sidewalk from up here! I can hear the conversations people are having up here."
"I'm very glad you enjoy it." The sorceress told him. "How would you like to test out your powers?" Jay eyed a biker bar. The redhaired ex-musician smirked.
"Oh, yeah." He smirked to himself. The mutant singer flew down towards the bar. He landed in front of the bar, sheathing his wings. His hair darkened to black as his wings retracted inside his body. "My whistle could use wetting." He looked at the bikes parked in front of the bar. "Nice." He admired them. "I wouldn't mind getting me one of these." He walked inside and looked around. The air of the bar was lit by dangling ceiling lights with colorful lampshades depicting the logos of various beer companies. The air was smoky, and a jukebox in the corner was playing Led Zeppelin. The walls were decorated with various photos and pictures of people Jay did not recognize. Bikers were sitting at tables doing various things, like talking, playing cards, and arm wrestling. The black-haired mystically-resurrected mutant walked up to the bar and took a seat. The bartender looked up at Jay from his wiping up a glass.
"Something you want, kid?" The bartender asked.
"Just give me a Bud, please." Jay ordered. The bartender gave Jay a bottle of beer, and the mutant eagerly took it. Taking a sip, Jay thought how good it was to be able to have a beer again. He then looked to his left and saw a man dressed in a denim jacket and jeans…and an FoH t-shirt. Jay tried not to scowl. The man was laughing and talking to a friend.
"…and so I beat the living snot out of that stupid mutant." The denim-clad man laughed. "He learned not to act so smug around us normal humans. I hogtied the dumb mutant, and then I started kicking him senseless."
"What was his power?" The friend asked.
"I didn't think he had one, to be honest with you." The denim-clad man laughed. "He just had this weird rainbow hair. But he sure learned his lesson. You know how they are, they always act like they're better than us. But I sure showed him!" He started laughing. Jay let out a chuckle.
"Heh heh. Cute." Jay smirked. "Take a powerless mutant, hogtie him, and then proceed to kick the hell out of him for no reason." The denim-clad man turned around. "Don't you think you would've found it more satisfying if you gave him a chance to fight back? You know, it would really show who the man was."
"What're you, one of them mutie-lovers?" The denim-clad man snorted.
"…Not exactly." Jay smirked.
"You know, I don't like you mutie-lovers." The denim-clad man got up and glared at Jay.
"Don't get too close. I don't like your donkey breath." Jay frowned.
"You think the mutants care about you? Let me tell you something, man…"
"Hey, I don't want any trouble here!" The bartender snapped.
"Don't worry. This idiot gets himself and his donkey breath away from me, there won't be any." Jay smirked. "I just want to drink my beer and then leave."
"What's the matter, freak-lover? Afraid to face a man?" The denim-clad man scowled. Jay laughed.
"A man doesn't need to tie another man up to win a fight, pal." Jay laughed. "And I don't see any rope on you, so I don't hold out any hope of you being one bit able to beat me up." The denim-clad man grabbed Jay's beer bottle. "Hey, I wasn't done. Boy, you FoH guys are inconsiderate." The denim-clad man broke the bottle on the bar. "Hey! Now I can't get that five-cent deposit!" The man pointed the broken end threateningly at Jay.
"Come on, mutie-lover! Let's see what you got!" The man taunted.
"You asked for it." Jay smirked. He took a breath, and he was about to use his vocal powers, when…
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The air rippled as Jay's throat and mouth released a powerful beam of sonic force. The waves hit the bigot, and sent him flying across the bar, causing him to fly into the wall. Jay's jaw dropped.
"Whoa."
"Whoa!" The bartender gasped in awe. "That was cool, man!"
"He's a freak!" A biker exclaimed.
"Kill it!" Another screamed. Jay snarled. His eyes glowing an angry red, he turned to face the crowd of angry bikers. With the sound of metal unsheating, Jay's metal wings exploded from his back, his black hair brightening to fiery red. However, something else happened. His eyes turned red. His face changed colors, making him look like he got his face painted for a death metal concert: completely white with black patches around his eyes, a black triangular patch on each side of the bridge of his nose, and black lips, with four parallel vertical lines crossing them, going from his moustache area to his chin. In essence, his face was painted to look like a skull.
"Whoa, I gotta get me a pair of those!" The bartender grinned.
"Come on, ya punks! Bring it on!" Jay snarled with an evil grin. "I've defied Death herself! You think all of you scare me?"
Next: Barfight! Jay Guthrie vs. Angry Bikers. Guess the winner.
