I have an obession with the song "Escape from the City" from Sonic Adventure 2 right now. It is filled with lulz and happeh.
Characters (C) Respected Owners
Ch. 18: Power of Women
I still had that chill in my spine. My bones were cracking at times from all this flying. Man, why did there have to be so many stairs? I felt as though my wings were about to be like glass and just clash together before falling off to oblivion. Each step we took caused the previous one to vanish in the darkness.
Storm hadn't come back yet. What happened to him? I noticed that I kept glancing over my shoulder for even a glimpse of our grey amigo. Jet and Wave both looked worried, not to mentioned dead tired from all the running, for Storm, I think.
After another eternity, we found a black door with spikes around the hinges. Wave backed a few steps before creaming the door in with her mighty Wrench O' Doom. The doors broke apart, making Jet and I huddle together with fear at Wave's monstrous strength.
On the inside was a rink that was similar to that of a wrestling rink. The wrestling rink was a blue mat covered with sprouting piece of fake grass and mulch. In the rink was Sarge, wearing a black jacket with black pants. He was grinning, and the wolf was gesturing for a fight.
"Come on, I can take all three of you wimps on!" he chortled, pointing a finger at us. He paused, looking at Wave. "Oh, a babe in the group."
Wave growled, her eye twitching. "You...jerk! That's it, you're mine!"
"So, in bed or right here?"
"Oh, you are such a pervert!"
Jet swiped out his fans and bent down low to the ground, poised and ready to strike. "You jackass! How dare you talk to my girlfriend that way!?"
Sarge smirked at the enraged avian. "If you really want to talk trash, than why don't we duke it out right now? Besides, I'm gettin' paid in a few hours."
"Payed?" I repeated, cocking my head.
"Yep, I'm a professional mercenary. But to concede for your insignificant minds, it means good for me, and bad for you!"
I clenched my fists tightly, but not nearly enough to make them bleed. "So, you only work for money?" I glared at him, anger brimming in my eyes vividly. "After all the suffering he's put these poor people through, for all the people he has killed, and you still work for only money?!"
The ripped wolf snickered into his hand like I had said some joke. "That's pretty much sums it all up."
"You...heartless..."
Sarge waved his hand at me, completely bored with my angsty speech. "Can I just zap you guys or what? The boss'll pay me real good to just fry you all alive!" Just as a reminder for you all, Sarge has the power to control electricty.
"First this sexism, then you insult us..." The three of us stared at Wave, who was trembling, wrench in hand. "Worst of all, all you even care about is money! Rodrigo will kill you in the end, but you know what? I'll get you before even gets the chance to cast a spell!"
Wave stepped into the rink, much to Jet's and my protests. Sarge didn't seem remotely interested, until he noticed that she had some cleavage and grinned deviously. Cracking his knuckles, he positioned himself into a crouching fighting style. Wave glared down at him, wrench ready to clobber.
"Wave, what are you thinking? I'll handle him!" Jet shouted, starting to climb in the rink until Wave raised her hand.
"If you can trust Storm with a girl and go ahead without him, why can't you let me fight this loser?" Wave asked, glancing over to him.
"Whoa! That because he had a grudge against her! This is different," he protested.
I sighed, placing a hand over his shoulder. "Come on Jet. This is Wave we're letting fighting. She's a strong fighteress!" Yes, I made that word up. Sue me. "She can beat up some steriod induced wolfie any day!"
Jet stared at me, completely unconvinced. He looked over to Wave and than to Sarge before sighing and giving a curt nod towards Wave. "You just better come back, Wave."
She grinned. "Don't I always, sweetie?"
"Well, there was that one time you got drunk in Reno..."
"Don't bring that up!"
I blinked, giving a grin. "Reno?"
"Don't tell him!" Wave ordered, jabbing a finger at Jet.
Jet burst into laughter, dragging me away towards the next batch of doors and stairs. I still don't know what happened in Reno. Jet and I took one final look at Wave's shining face, bursting with self-confidence, and we took off towards the next thousands steps of stairs.
The truth: Wave was chattering on the inside. This guy was probably a relation to Frankenstein with his ripped muscles and, possibly, steriod usage. Wave breathed out a sigh, glaring down at him.
Sarge released a ball of electricity from his hand, to which Wave duly dodged. It was slow, making it easy for her. She rushed up to him and slammed her wrench on his hand and leaped onto his back. Sarge growled, snatching the wrench before she had the next chance to strike him once more. She yelped, released the wrench. Sarge chucked the weapon outside the arena, grabbing her throat and hoisting her into the air in front of him.
Wave gasped for breathe, wondering why this guy hadn't broken her neck yet. She gasped when Sarge traced a finger down her side and futilely kicked him in the chest, only to met with stone abs. Wave growled, starting to feel her lungs fail and her heart give out. The swallow couldn't believe what she was about to do, but it was pretty funny though. She took her index finger and middle finger, jabbing Sarge in both eyes.
He cried out, allowing her to plop to the ground. Wave heaved for air, holding her neck. Sarge rubbed his eyes in utter distraught. He knew he wasn't to be made a fool, and he always hurt the one that insulted his rather odd honor. The ones that made fun of him as a kid now have graves as their remembrance to him.
"You...little bitch!" he screeched, slamming his fist into the side of her beak. He hovered over her as she cradled her bleeding apendage. Snarling down over her, he soon resorted to laugher. "Heh, heh. Maybe I should just rip your heart out and show it to you? Would you like that?"
Wave moaned in pain, holding her bleeding nostril. She dug into her belt, yanking out a small circular object. Wave chucked it at Sarge's foot while Sarge kicked her in the chest. The object exploded, making Sarge cry out with pain. Wave grinned, knowing that her little bomb was a success.
"When we were younger, Bean gave me some tips on how to create these mini-bombs," she stated, holding more in her hand.
Sarge glared down at his bleeding leg. Grunting with pain, he cursed her again with lots of really vile words that would put Nack to shame and the FCC in a coma. Sarge charged up an enormous electrical ball and chucked it at Wave, making his opal charge up. Wave squeaked and dodged, rolling to the side. Suddenly, his opal blasted with a shining green color. From his right hand came a blast of water, and from his left came fire.
"Elements?" Wave questioned, dodging to fire, but getting soaked by the sudden surge of frigid water. She sneezed, rubbing her arms.
Sarge nodded, stroking his opal roughly. "Got that right, you little wench. This beauty right here controls the elements fire and water."
She nodded. She knew that it was completely impossible to get a fair shot at him with his elemental powers, but perhaps she could just...
Wave grinned, taking out a small bomb. Sarge noticed it and charged at her. He swiped at the bomb, but Wave cleverly leaped over him and kicked him in the back, causing him to fall. Wave took out another of her bombs, throwing it onto his back and detonating with a small remote from her shorts pocket. Wave pressed a few buttons on the remote, making the jewel on Sarge's forehead glow immensly.
Sarge launched a sudden blast of electricity at her from his fingertips, scourching part of the remote. Wave hissed as the fire tinged her fingertips. Keeping up her resolve, Wave launched another bomb at him.
"That's not gonna work twice, babe!" Sarge shrieked, snatching the bomb and crushing it between his fingers.
"Don't call me babe!" Wave ordered, holding the remote tightly.
"Well, than what do I call a woman of your calibur? Oh, yeah, a bitch."
"Just what is with you and insulting women?!"
Sarge shrugged rather childishly. "Hey, I call them like I see them." His brown fur illuminated by the sudden flash of fire in his palm. "Any last words, weakling?"
Despite the insults thrown against her, Wave's eyes remained afixated on his face. She growled, cracking her knuckles. "Yeah, look up."
Sarge paused, glancing up. From the sky came several minature bombs. Sarge gasped, eyes widened in utter distraught as the bombs plummetted onto his body. He groaned as his body collided with the rink. Bomb after bomb came and attatched themselves to his large girth. Sarge couldn't even lift a finger from the sudden mass inflicted.
"When did you-?!" Sarge gasped as another one smacked him in the face.
"Heh! I've had this place rigged when I first stepped in here to get the Magic Carpet. I just figured that Rodrigo was stupid enough to not even notice it, and what do you know? He was." Wave grinned, tossing the remote up and down. "This was the remote I used to implant a special code in them to react to fall and explode nearly on contact."
Sarge's eyes managed to catch Wave's sudden movement. He watched her as she pressed countless buttons on that petite remote and scoffed. "So, you just plan on bombin' me to death?"
Wave merely glanced over to him and giggled that of a schoolgirl. "Let me explain something to you: You kept underestimating me. Women are just as powerful as men. We are not insignificant than you perverted men. Never let the power of women fool you." And with that, she pressed a large blue pentagonal button and watched pridefully as the bombs ignited and blow Sarge to a burnt nothingness.
Wave made a cross with her fingers pointing in directions: Up, down, left, and right. Wave leaped off the rink and collected her wrench, heading for the next door. Grinning, she knew she had proved herself to be worthy as the other Babylon Rogues in fights.
"He let his guard down," a feminine voice said.
Gasping haughtily, she instantly turned about-face. "Stream and Bean!"
Stream the Albatross and Bean the Dynamite faced her. Wave noticed that Bean was missing his jewel while Stream's diamond was intact. Wave held her wrench threateningly, even though she was out-numbered.
"Wow-wowie-wow!" Bean jeered, staring at the burnt form of what used to be Sarge. "That was so totally cool for what ya did to that ripped wolf!"
Wave blinked before recalling a question. "Where's Storm and Kiba?!"
"The stairs that led up all up to here, and to where Jet and Charmy are, vanish with each step." Stream took her ponytail out, wrapping the elastic around her wrist. "The heroes that we sicked the bird demons on have arrived, but are trapped with Kiba and those..." She looked over to Bean.
"Pokemon," he stated.
"...Pokemon." Her eyes glazed over and she sighed egotistically. "For my brother, however, he is dead."
The words echoed around in Wave's skull, not currently wrapping around her brain. Wave's knees felt like they would buckle when she finally comprehended the meaning of death. "That's...impossible. You are lying!" she shrieked, aiming her wrench at Stream's face.
Stream strolled to the wrench and flicked it away. "I gave him an ultimatum: To join us and live, or to die in shame."
"Yeah, than Cannon came in and pulverized him!" Bean added, hoping onto Stream's back.
Stream glared at him, throwing him off. "I still haven't forgiven you for touching my chest!"
Rubbing his beak, the duck charged back up to her. "Oh, yeah ugly tomboy?! Who'd want to even poke your flat ches?! Cannon?"
"I-I am not flat!" Stream issued her finger at Wave's upper body. "She is!"
"First you tell me that one of my best friends has died..." Both of Cannon's Babylon Rogues stared over at her in quiet shock. Their eyes widened when they saw the fire burning in her aqua orbs, and her wrench hovering over their heads. "...and now you're spouting nonsense about chests?! You're all dead!" Wave smashed her wrench into the side of Bean's face, crashing him into Stream.
The two birds toppeled down the steps, and Stream landed on her back, while Bean landed on Stream's head. She muffled her screams, while Wave descended the steps. Bean instantly retrieved a bomb, chucking it at Wave. Wave merely swatted it away, causing the wall to explode. Bean winced, but Stream grinned.
"Cannon," she whispered. "I believe you wanted to see her."
Wave gasped when a hand touched her shoulder. A black hole opened, and Cannon stepped out. Wave noticed in his other hand was a burnt orange fan with a strange purple liquid.
"Wave, Jet's girlfriend, the technical genius of Jet's Babylon Rogues," Cannon stated as Wave slashed a fist at his face. Cannon grabbed her fist, throwing down the stairs.
"Just what are you slimeballs planning?" Wave quipped, steadying her wrench. "And why did you call us "Jet's Babylon Rogues"?"
"Because, as I said hundreds of times ago, I should've been the leader!"
Wave paused, thinking. "Hey, I remember now. You and Jet both raced to become the leader of the Babylon Rogues! Jet chose Storm and I for his companions, while you chose Bean and Stream. The one who would win the race became the Babylon Rogues."
Cannon nodded, agreeing to her explanation. "Yes, but there was...an interferance." Cannon's voice grew to that of a whisper, making Wave strain herself to her. A head ache formed in his mind, making his groan lightly. He growled from the back of his throat, destroying his sudden pain.
"Cannon, you alright?" Bean asked, starting to come near him.
"I am fine," he whispered. He cleared his throat and stared down at Wave, brushing his fingers treadedly through his twin ponytails. "However, I do apologize for Storm's demise. I did wish to kill him, but Lord Rodrigo ordered it."
Wave didn't reply, tightening her grip on her wrench. Never in her life would she forgive him for Storm's death. She made a vow to avenge her fallen comrade.
Cannon never wait for her to speak. "However, you have chosen to follow Jet like a lovestruck fool. It sickens me, and you have murdered Sarge. He was a valuable pawn until his last wiseacre retort. Unfortunately, much as I liked you during childhood, that time has come and past."
"And I'm pretty happy that the time has past sooner!" Wave cried, lunging at Cannon with her wrench. Her wrench collided with Stream's hands, protecting Cannon from a certain concussion.
Stream threw Wave back down the steps and was on her in seconds. She kicked the feeble swallow in the chest, directly where Sarge had punched her several times. Stream picked her up by her ponytail and slammed her down into the stairs. Wave cried out and kicked Stream in the face. The techie snatched her dredlock and yanked it, making Stream yelp with pain. Wave reeled her fist back and smashed it into the albatross' face.
Cannon and Bean glanced over to each other, scooting closer. They didn't want to be anywhere near that.
Both were cursing each other, slapping each other, yanking at each other's feathers, punching each other, scratching each other, and ripping parts of their clothes off. Cannon wished he hadn't used his last picture on Storm.
Back with us, Jet paused and shivered. I noticed this and poked his cheek.
"Eh, Boss? Somethin' the matter?" I asked, poking the side of his beak.
"Nothing, I just...got a shiver..." Jet murmured glancing over his shouder. "I have a feeling that Wave's clothes are being ruined."
"...Pervert." I charged up the stairs.
"Hey! Don't leave me behind, you little brat!"
Back the girls, Cannon screeched for them to desist. They stopped. Wave's shirt had been torn at the side, and her shorts were now closer to her theigh than ever. Stream's shirt was pretty much ruined, just for that little part covering her chest. Bean had a nose bleed and fainted. Cannon sighed, throwing him back into the vortex, sending him away.
"Just what the hell do you want, murderer?" Wave demanded, making Cannon flinch.
"Do-do not insult my leader!" Stream barked, shoving her.
"Stuttermachine, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. You hearing me?"
"Quit it!" Cannon snapped, standing between them with raised arms. "Stream, stop fighting. Wave, listen up."
Wave kicked Cannon in the face, hurtling him backwards. "That was for Storm, you heartless punk."
Cannon just lied there on the ground, the insult alive and arousing in his mind. You heartless punk. He frowned at that. "I am not heartless, I am obediant to Lord Rodrigo."
"Which is why you could never be the leader; you don't have a backbone," Wave sighed.
Stream finally had enough. She plowed her fist into the side of Wave's face, sending her flying into the side of the rink. Wave's head collided with a poll on the rink, forcing her to fall into unconsiousness. As her thoughts faded, she found a familar face in her mind: Jet.
Cannon stared over at Wave's limp body and scoffed. His attention was gathered to Stream's bridled anger, until she noticed that he was staring at her. She blushed and glanced away. The falcon cocked his head, confused. Cannon gently rubbed her head.
"Good work. Lord Rodrigo will be very pleased with her defeat," he complimented, giving her shoulder a soft massage.
Gulping, Stream glanced over to Cannon and blushed until her face was that of a tomato. Cannon leaned closer, breathing gently onto her face. She managed to stutter meaningless gibberish until she fainted from the fact that Cannon was three inches from her beak. Cannon stared at her completely red form and blinked in confusion.
"Was it something I said?" he asked to himself, hoisting Stream into his arms. He took a gander at her. "...Wow, she is a little flat."
"Who's flat?" a voice from behind him demanded.
"Lord Rodrigo!" Cannon cried, turning around hurriedly.
Rodrigo glanced over to him, Stream, Sarge's burnt corpse, and than to Wave. "...What the hell happened here?" Before Cannon could reply, he waved his hand to silence him. "Nevermind, I really don't care, and the fact that I don't have to pay that idiotic mercenary is fine with me. One last thing," Rodrigo snapped his fingers, making the Ark around his wrist shine. A black hole came out in front of him and he stepped into it. When his words were about to be lost, he shouted, "do not allow Jet and Charmy to pass. Swear this on your very life!"
Cannon grinned, sneering really. "I swear." When the black hole vanished, Cannon snarled. "I swear that I will kill you, Jet the Hawk."