AN: All racist remarks, and there will be because it's freaking Brockton Bay, home to E88, are not the person opinions of mine or my co-writer MadBobert, I am sorry if you are offended by this, or future chapters, the words belong to their original creations, thank you.
An Afternoon with Bakuda
"Did you SEE THE LOOK on that guys face?!"
"Yeah, oh I wish we had a camera to record all that, sure I can look at the chapter later, but what I wouldn't give to show it in clear definition!"
"It was rather effective as a distraction…"
"Ikr? That guy tried to act like he's all tough, but really he's a softy inside" I smiled happily as we walked down the street, "Can you believe he was actually embarrassed? I think we might be looking at a VERY concerning problem with that guy's preference"
"Yeah, I mean that guy has got some serious ASS on his team and I don't think that guy is interested, like that Miss Militia? Gotta love a girl in uniform right? And how about Battery, that energy can be put to some good use~"
"I much rather prefer the villain capes myself, Squealer is rather attached, but her name says it all, and what about that Rune from the E88? Something to hide under that clothing no doubt"
"Oh come on guys! I thought we moved past this issue… Parian and Panacea are the leading ladies methinks"
"Glory Girl doesn't hurt either"
"Heh, don't you think that name might be able to become good pick-up line?"
"If it involves 'Hey, didn't I see you at a Glory Hole last night' then it is more likely she will break every bone in our body"
"Heh, it would be worth it!"
"Alright, we're here!" I walked up to the door as I remembered it, and swung it open with glee.
"OH HONEY! I'M HO-
*BOOOOOOOM!*
I found myself suddenly flying through the air and landing perfectly on the couch I had brought in for the occasion.
"Hmm… the sensor did alright, but not exactly enough firepower…" said the voice of my favourite pyromaniac.
"Baka-Kuda! What was the reason for blowing me up?!"
"Hehe, blowing"
"Simply put, you engaged Lung, now shit is seriously going to hit the fan" she replied gruffly as she walked over to me, and put two long red limbs on my chest.
"Here's your legs back"
"Oh Kuda, touching me in such a way is so-
Immediately, I felt something get shoved into my mouth through my mask and a match was lit.
"Kinky!"
"I think you mean, explosive"
"Say another word, and I'll light this firecracker" Bakuda deadpanned, swinging the lit flame in front of my eyes.
Taking the dynamite out my mouth I grinned at her.
"You know you love me~"
She grunted and walked back towards her worktable.
"And if you wanted to shove things down my throat so much, you only had to-
And then the unlit explosive in my hand beeped ominously.
*bssssshh BOOOOOOOM*
And then my right hand was gone.
"NO! The fapping hand has expired!
"We have a healing factor"
"Remote detonator Pool, I always have one on hand" the sexy bombsmith smiled at me mischievously as she settled down in her chair.
"You can't do that all the time you know, do you know how hard it is to stitch my costume back together after getting my arms blown off?" I watched at the healing process started immediately, the bone regrew first in a curving claw, the nerves and muscle creeping up over them, before my skin finally grew in patches at a time.
"That is really fucking creepy to look at you know" Bakuda commented, I simply smiled back at her as I attached my legs to my stumps.
"How does that work anyway? You regrow parts entirely yet you have to attach them back on?"
"It's because you blew my arm into pulp, nothing left. My legs were still here, so my stumps didn't regenerate immediately, it takes quite a while to do that otherwise"
"Weird regeneration, you're saying your body knows that you can still attach parts?"
"Meh, I like to think I have only three conscious beings in my head right now, having a sentient body would be too much"
"How in the heck did a crazy girl like you swipe me from under Lung's nose again?" she muttered.
"AH! Excellent point Baka-Kuda! We should properly explain for the readers how such a dream team such as ourselves was created!"
"Readers again? Geez I don't know half the stuff that comes out of your mouth…"
"So I shall catalogue our ENTIRE hardships of friendship, it involves danger, action, tragedy, romance-
"You kidnapped me, and I tried to blow you up the first chance I got!"
"We worked past our issues throughout well-meaning and personal conversations…"
"The main topics we talked about were debating how much C-4 would it take to blow up Brockton Bay's criminals, and Burritos vs Curry.
"And in the end! We faced against our common enemy, and you instead went with your ties of newly bonded relationship with ME! Than your previous loyalties from others!"
"... yeah, that one was kinda true" she huffed in a satisfied manner, "How about we just keep stories for another time Pool, and save them for later. I've got this new design I have to work on"
"Don't you worry! The flashback in your POV will be enough to satisfy our fans!"
"I'll take that as a yes… heh, crazy kid…"
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Bakuda
Goddam Lung and his damn idiot thugs. Even if I had managed to build them enough explosives to make a army feel like they're lacking, they still have the nerve to look at me different because I'm not fully Asian...
I could probably blow up Lung's ass if I tried, him acting so superior…
I'd show him that brute force isn't always the way. Give me half an hour and I could probably make a bomb with enough power to double the damage he could do.
If only he didn't have the money to get me all the equipment I needed to build my gear. As they say, don't bite the hand that feeds you...or in my case blow it off.
Ah, screw it, Maybe I should finish those Nerve Cluster-fuck bombs I've been working on.
Just need to get them to alter the frequency of the signal to trigger the right nerves to cause maximum pain within a persons system. I've been listening online to those jerkoffs debating who was the best Tinker, I wasn't even fucking mentioned. What I'd do to stuff a grenade up their asses.
No. I'll work on it later. Just now I need to clear my head and get out of the workshop for bit maybe I could test a few of my designs out.
Getting up, I moved through the organized clutter which was my lab. If anyone else were to come in here they would be completely lost. To the unknowing eye, everything around would be random piles of junk.
But to a tinker...they should see (if they are any good) that every single component here was placed strategically for rapid construction. I could probably build a bomb that level 3 blocks with my eyes shut with the knowledge of how my workplace is set up.
Slamming the door I stepped out into the cool night air.
Sure the sound of explosions and machinery was what I prefered but even then I still liked to get out and see the stars. I looked up and suddenly was reminded of my old dream I had since I got my power.
Harnessing the power of a supernova. The schematic appeared in my head the first time I looked at the night sky. One of, if not the greatest explosion ever. The power of a star exploding is enough to end and start entire solar systems.
But that was but a dream. The power in that was too great to contain with the tools I have, and if anyone caught wind of me building such a device...
Heck they would probably throw me straight into the cage. That or steal my design to use on a Endbringer. I doubt they would survive the power of an exploding star, plus, it is MY design in the first place.
Then again I doubt the planet itself could survive.
Unfortunately the schematic wasn't complete. Parts of it evaded me, Niggling at the edge or my conscious, evading my attempts to figure it out fully, that was the weird part.
As a Tinker, any problems with our knowledge stemmed from lack of proper tools to craft it, materials to use needing substitution and otherwise, but in this case… it was like I was given half the blueprint...
Kicking a can in my way, my brain connected dots and knew if I had some gunpowder; even a small amount from some bullets, some duct tape and a can, I could make an instant grenade.
Same thing happend when I looked at a lunch box. Who knew with a few bottlecaps and a cherry bomb it could be turned into something deadly.
Sure they seemed primitive when compared to making anti-gravity bombs that made gravity reverse in a small area but in a tight situation you had to make do.
*Click*
Freezing at the sound which I had come to recognise over my time working for Lung as the cocking of a gun, I felt something press against the back of my head.
"Tell me, do you know if lead tastes like donuts? I am curious."
I blinked at the random question, the fuck was this guy on?
"Then again, you won't ever find out, unless you can taste through your skull"
Then the pressure removed itself, only to feel something smash into the side of my head before my mind fell into darkness, the last thing I saw was a pair of red boots…
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"Tell me Bakuda...It is Bakuda right? I dont want to have kidnapped the wrong person...again"
Groaning at the noise that brought me back from my unconsciousness, my blurry eyes tried to make out who was talking to me.
Who… where am I?
I shook my head fiercely when I remembered what had happened, shit, someone seriously had the balls to kidnap ME?
"The… who the fuck are you!" I growled out, I finally was able to focus on them, it was dark, but I could make out a shape in the darkness.
"I'm… NO! I am not going to say that, why would I?" I managed to figure out it was a young voice of some sort, oh just perfect, not only was I kidnapped, I was taken by some newbie punk. Was she also talking to someone? A headpiece?
I then checked my myself over… geez, she didn't even think to search me, this will be easy.
"I'm Deadpool Girl, and I'll ask again, are you Bakuda?"
Deadpool? That's a stupid name, it sounds like she's modeling it after someone…
I managed to shake out the hidden knife I kept in my sleeve, just because I prefered explosives, didn't mean I always stuck to them. Idiots thankfully never seem to consider I could be lethal at close range as well.
I sawed away at my bindings around my arms and tried to stall, "Why would someone like you be looking for Bakuda…"
"I don't have a reason to tell you that, now I'll ask again, are you Bakuda?"
I finally managed to cut through the rope enough, must have been pretty cheap shit.
Then I quickly decided the best bomb for the job, disorientate and blow them sky high afterwards seems like the best idea, getting used to the dark can be a disadvantage...
"You picked the wrong fucking person to mess with" I then pulled my hands forward and quickly dug into my pocket and let loose my flashbang, turning away as it exploded, I caught the satisfying sound of a stumbling body, and continued with my onslaught, quickly untying my legs and throwing a normal grenade at the last place I saw the bitch. She caught me at a bad time, I didn't have any of my special bombs with me at the moment.
I backpedaled and soon the shifted as it went off, I waited for a few seconds…
Shit, it was too dark to see what was happening.
Looking around to see if I could spot anything in the darkness. Even the slightest sound could change this, giving away either of our positions.
"BOO!"
I jumped at the sudden shout in my ear and tried to get my hand on another of my flashbangs, but I felt her hand wrap around my throat and push on me.
My back slammed against the wall painfully, and I found myself staring into the eyes of my kidnapper, I found my kind blank in fear over how large they were, but I calmed down once I realised it was a mask, it didn't make me any happier however.
"YOU FUCKING-" I then choked up as she pressed her hand deeper into my skin, cutting the rest of my words.
"Shut up already!" She shouted out, and slapped the side of her head for some reason, "and you, Bakuda right?" great, the bombs must have tipped her off, "I need your help on a few things…"
I nearly laughed, and would have as well if it hadn't been the lack of lung use I had.
She wanted me to work for her? Fuck that.
"You kidnapped me and tied me to a chair and tell me you want me to build things for you?"
"Yep thats right" she said as if there was nothing wrong with that idea at all
"And why the fuck would anyone agree to that?"
She paused in thought slightly.
"You have got to be freaking kidding me…" I shook my head, for someone who could take me out of Lung's territory without him knowing, she really didn't think it through.
"Well, if you don't, I'm going to turn you over to the PRT with a nice bow around your head, call it an early Christmas present" I smirked at her idiotic idea, Lung would be able to break me out the moment they announced it on the news.
Yet again, I don't think I would enjoy being locked in a cell anyway… maybe there is another way about this, if I just make one faulty bomb, I would be able to waltz out of here easy enough.
"Alright… then what do you want, I can't make a stockpile of explosives if you plans to throw them like confetti"
"Actually, it's not really explosives I want, it's a particular tech I want…"
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It was nearly sad how inexperienced this girl was, yet how talented she was at field work.
Telling me to build a teleportation belt? Was she really serious? I started wondering if she knew how stupid it was to ask a bomb tinker to make something around a waist other than a bandolier.
But she was completely serious, she had picked up several pieces of metal and tech and dumped it in the place, locking the door tight and tying me to the chair, and coming back the next day to watch over me.
She didn't know that for a Tinker, you have one specialty, and if it doesn't fall in that category, you're useless, sure, you can TRY to make other tech, but it would never be as good as someone who was a Tinker for it.
It was almost too easy, craft a few miniature charges into the sides, make a remote trigger and give it to her, and then I'm home free.
She was definitely a kid, I could tell that from her voice and short stature, but I finally got an idea of who she was talking to.
Herself, heh, she's even fucking insane, I would catch her having small conversations under her breath, I wonder how fucked up her Trigger event was to make her this crazy. I didn't know her Cape power however which could be a problem, if she was a good enough Brute, she might be able to survive the blast.
But so far, she hasn't suspected a thing, and she's ready to use the belt now.
But I knew something was wrong when she looked suspiciously at it.
"... you are sure that this will work" she looked at me critically, I wasn't much of a liar, but when I really hated someone I found it pretty easy.
"Do you really think I would spent this long on a defective product" I grunted out, my irritation didn't need to be faked, being here for four days was getting on my nerves, and the chair fucking sucked.
"... why don't you test it"
She was a pretty smart bitch, I'll give her that, but thankfully I knew a way out of this.
"Alright then, give it over" I extended my hand and the girl hesitated, looking between me and the belt.
Heh, just realising that giving a potential teleportation to your prisoner wasn't the best idea.
She then shrugged and put it on, I hid a sadistic smile as she pressed the button.
"BOOM!"
Neatly, the inside of the belt exploded, and half of her body flew into the air, before slamming down with a crunch on the floor.
Heh, looks like she didn't have much in the Brute department.
I then took an extra packet of my explosives and attached it to the door, taking out the second trigger to blow a clean hole in it.
Goodbye Deadpool, good riddance.
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I was a little turned around when it came to directions, I didn't much explore Brockton Bay, only sticking to our territory and staying inside my workshop, but I eventually I recognised a landmark and found myself heading back to my home.
Of course it took me substantially long to do so, being half Asian made people notice you with the ABB around, and
I lets see… here we are, home sweet home I suppose.
*Grrrrrrrk*
I stared at my stomach, annoyed that it hadn't stopped growling for the best part of an hour, the bitch didn't keep me fed all that well when she came around.
I fumbled through my pockets, I still had some money on me, only I was defenseless without the bombs looted off me, if only I knew where she kept them.
There was a food stand nearby, not many people there as well, alright.
I walked up to the register and a lady came up to the counter.
"Hello. I'm Samantha and this is my shop, what can I get you" she gestured to the stand, which was shaped like a huge sandwich of some sort.
"Just give me something that is on the go alright?" I sat down at the stool available and huffed in exhaustion, I was used to long nights when working on projects, but I was fairly tired after that deal with that girl.
"Very well" she then turned her head and smiled at someone behind me, "AH! My favourite customer, what do you need deary?"
Oh great, I'm going to puke if I hear them flirting or something.
I felt someone sit to the right of me, but I snapped my head up when I heard their voice.
"The usual"
I turned my head to stare at her, there she was, no worse for wear sitting on the counter, SHIT!
"I can't believe it myself you know, I thought those two were completely stupid when they suggested 'following the signs of the universe' but having no better idea to do, I found myself here" she turned to look at me with her eyes possibility drilling into my skull.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to not make somebodies waist implode on itself? Because she should, it really fucking hurt."
Healing factor, a really freaky healing factor and somehow tracking me, how the fuck is this happening?
"Heres what we're going to do, we're going to sit here, and eat our food, then I'm going to drag your ass back to the warehouse, and tie you to the chair again, and if you try and escape again, I'll strip of your pants, and split the wood on that chair so you'll be sleeping on splinters."
I let my head smack on the counter, my day was so freaking bad, and it was only going to get worse.
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I picked at the pieces of scrap in front of me, wondering exactly how I'm going to get around this.
I didn't tell her anything about my inability to make teleportation, who knows what she would do to me afterwards, but what was I going to do, the Implosion Belt was something I came up with on the fly, something that would ensure killing the one who wore it, and minimising any collateral damage since I was close by.
I looked back and forth between the material and my warden, who deemed to be glaring at me for more than just keeping an eye on me.
The only difference other than that, was the hold in the door, and the large bloodstain on the ground.
"Why Bakuda?"
I was startled by the sudden question and looked over at the usually silent girl, I considered the question.
"I had a chance to kill you, so I went with it" I then acted like I was working my bending a few more pieces over each other and pulling out a few of the donated tools.
"No, I mean why did you choose 'Bakuda' as a name?"
I quirked an eyebrow in bewilderment, was she trying to have small-talk with me?
"It's… the shortening of the word 'bakudan', in Japanese it means 'bomb', it stuck" I went back to my 'work' and we were silent for a few seconds.
"It fits"
This girl was a real piece of work…
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Soon enough, over the course of a few days, we had these little talks with each other over random things, I had not learned much about her personally, but she certainly gave quite a bit of info about herself.
She was really fucking insane I decided, she actually directly told me about two voices in her head that came with her Trigger and wouldn't stop annoying her, she had managed to find her weaponry easily misplaced by other people and she modeled her name 'Deadpool' over some Rogue mercenary she heard about who had similar powers, the name made a lot more sense now, betting on whatever can kill the guy and putting into into a betting pool.
I didn't hear about the guy myself, but the little Deadpool says she hears stories about him from time to time.
It was little inane chatter, I found it surprising how she could go from pissed at me from trying to kill her, to good old buddies, it wasn't until one question she asked did I see her differently.
"What is the strongest bomb you ever made?"
I looked up slowly at her masks 'eyes' and tried to process it.
The 'strongest' bomb… now THAT was a question I haven't asked myself.
I know about the strongest bombs I COULD make, but Lung was more for battlefield efficiency, so I didn't make anything that couldn't fit in a grenade launcher or chucked underarm.
I guess I wasn't pissed at it, but I felt it limited my options a little, Lung wasn't very much for smart fights, it was either frontal assault explosions or nothing, the only little rebellion I gave to the matter was the special traps I set for anyone trying to get into my lab, anybody would have to ask before getting into certain rooms around the place.
… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell her.
"It could probably flatten half of Brockton Bay. First thing I created"
I say her mask move enough to know it was an obvious jaw dropping, I smirked at the little effort
it took to freak the girl out.
"That… sounds pretty damn awesome"
I suggested that I could destroy half the city and she says its awesome?
"You… think so?"
"Well hell yeah of course, I mean, you are able to do so much with the explosions you have, the other two wouldn't lie when they say they love a girl who can make a stack of C-4"
Oh great, compliments from her fractured mind, I'm so charmed.
"And it's just cool, how you can make such things that do so much in a single instant, sure, it involves killing most of the time, but I've seen things that contradict that"
What?
"I read up on a few of the incidents you were caught up in, theres not much, but whenever you were there, you were really resourceful and didn't stick to just being a 'bomb-everything' maniac. Gravity bombs that disorientate the enemy, time ones that hold them in place, you can do so much with a thing like that"
… don't tell me.
I looked into my mind for a second, and tried to bring up ideas in my head.
Holy shit…
"I can't fucking believe it"
"What?"
"Looks like that teleportation belt wasn't a pipe dream after all…"
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I couldn't believe it, all this time I had been focusing on explosives, explosives and more explosives, and because of that, I always thought of my specialty was just that.
But it was so freaking much more, when I changed my mindset away from 'What could help in battle', I could so many new ideas that I felt my thoughts were overloaded, just like the first time I triggered.
This explained why I hadn't thought of my 'bigger' ideas until later, when I became desperate for ideas I considered 'what would be useful to stop capes' and 'what can hold E88 idiots back'
Sure enough, my mind stretched to accommodate the ideas.
And it was all because of someone who had no idea about what a Tinkers life was like in the first place.
I found myself actually working on the thing now, technically, my Tinkering speciality was still the same, but bombs isn't really an accurate name for it now, it was more like… an instantaneous effect in a large area.
I found that as long as it affect an area, no matter how small or large, in some way, it would work.
I'd gotten several ideas because of this, teleportation was one of them.
It had taken about three days, and it was a genuine one this time, as a bit of an extra thought, I even added the little symbol that resembled her mask to show it was hers.
"Hey! I'm over here!" she called from one side of the room, a flash of blue later, and she appeared on the opposite, "Now I'm over here! This is so much more awesome than I'd thought it be!"
"Yeah, yeah I get it, instantaneous transportation is the boss" I commented as she happily used it again, "Now… it only has some limited charges, so I made about thirty extra 'ammo' for you to used, so make sure it's done so sparingly"
She nodded before dipping her head slightly, I was suddenly reminded of exactly what our position was.
She wanted to be a hero, kind of, not to join Wards or anything, but to strike out on her own. The general idea was for me to make the belt of hers, and I would go, as simple as that.
Could she be changing her mind, she doesn't want me going free?
"Ah… then goodbye" she then turned and towards the door and simply walked away.
I watched on as she walked out the door and disappeared from view, I stood there for several seconds… and looked down at my outstretched hand.
I was… she left pretty easily huh…
I scratched the back of my head in a sort of sheepish embarrassment, I was really expecting too much wasn't I? I thought she would demand I supplied her extra teleport rounds when she needed them, went along with that promise to give me to the PRT, maybe…
Maybe said something like 'I'll see you later'...
I walked out the door and found myself simply walking towards my lab again, I aimlessly walked the streets, giving the bare minimum of attention as I walked down the street.
I could help, but think this wasn't what I imagined freedom to be like…
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Three days had passed since then, and here I was, back in my workshop, on my stool building bombs again.
Only one difference.
Since my kidnapping, Lung decided it would be best if I don't leave the workshop...at all.
I was chained to my desk.
He also had three guards on rotating shift who sat at the back of the workshop, either roaring with laughter, arguing loudly or getting drunk out there skull.
To be honest...I prefered the working conditions with Deadpool Girl. Doubt she would cut my budget because I tried to make stuff other than grenade launchers and RPGs.
Sure they were a few dozen years ahead of what were a few years ahead of what was available now, But they were so boring. So simple.
Lung almost went berserk when I offered to make him a grenade that would all but disable all guns in the area, by dropping it at your feet, it released a magnetic field that would redirect most bullets away from the area.
But no. I was to make simple explosives that maimed and killed enemies. This was a waste of my genius...I hadn't had even been able to capitalize on the discovery Deadpool Girl had help me make.
This was a waste of my art.
"Hey Chen? You hear about the battle about to go down over at the industry district? Lung sent about 30 guys to take out some cape trying to make a move there, searching all the warehouses there"
"What? No Shit? It the E88?"
"No idea but Its meant to be some badass cape, or at leasts what Wang said. He's on the team that's going in."
Warehouses...thats a little vague, but when I think about it, thats where the girl took me before...If there is really a cape there she could be in trouble.
What the hell was I thinking, she had a healing factor, was prepared, it wasn't even likely she was still there… oh wait, when I think about it, she did have a rack to put her weapons up when she was tired of carrying them, maybe it was a hideout?
… shit, I was worried for her.
Sure she managed to kidnap me, but over the last few days, I realised she was just a kid. That alone didn't make me think about her, it was also the fact she opened my eyes to a respect, as a Tinker in bombs, I always through my life was paved for me, she on the other hand, showed me how wrong I was.
And if its the Empire...I couldn't leave her to face someone like Hookwolf, even if he couldn't kill her, I don't want to know what he'll do
I needed to help her.
Reaching for the closest parts, It took me a matter of seconds to make a simple shock grenade. Something like this would have been completely impossible with my mindset to kill messily before. A flash of light like a flash bang, and a then zaps them like with the same amount of force as a police taser.
The next thing I need is one of the few teleport grenades I kept for myself. I wasn't stupid enough to leave them all. Who knows when I would need to make an escape.
But now isn't the time to think..its the time to act.
With a flick of my wrist I tossed the shocker in between the two guards.
"The fuck!"
"Its raining balls? and we're inside?...Oh Shit!"
*Flash* *Zap* *Thump*
Not even a second had past and they dropped to the floor, smoking slightly.
Sometimes you over estimate the electrical charge of these. Meh, I don't think Lung would appreciate me coming back anyway.
I decided not to go defenceless, I wouldn't be doing any favours if I went in with nothing on hand, I rigged up some special explosives and took a good amount of regular ones as well.
"Hey, if it isn't broke, don't fix it" I muttered to myself, even if normal grenades were boring, it wouldn't hurt to hold them anyway.
I then place a destination in my head, the warehouse where she kept me was familiar enough, and activated it.
I was gone with a flash of light.
… and appeared behind two goons, ABB were already here?
"Where the fuck is this Cape anyway? You think they skipped the area when they heard us coming?"
"No idea, I hope I still get paid for this shit either way"
Okay Bakuda, haven't noticed you yet, just quietly back u-
*clink*
I freeze up, and look down at my ankle.
Damn fucking chain, you just HAD to come along with me didn't you?
"Wha- Bakuda?!"
Okay, try and act natural, "Uh, hey guys! Lung wanted me to come along to… uh, help out"
"Weren't you locked up in the lab?"
"Uh… he decided to test me here, clear the warehouses"
"Uh hu… what about the chain around your ankle?"
… stupid, fucking, freaking-
"Heads up" I threw a bomb between them and their eyes bulged.
"AH FU-"
It exploded, but instead of incendiary, it connected a thin line to the two of them and smacked their bodies together. and then they were thrown away from each other, then back again, and again, and again.
Eventually it ran out of juice and they both fell to the ground unconscious.
Ah, too easy.
*Chh Chh*
Turning around slowly, I almost fainted.
Lung did send about 30 guys...
And they just saw me take out two of their own.
Shit.
You know that feeling when you decided to save the person who had kidnapped you a few days ago but you mess up and with a shotgun pointed at your face and surrounded by a bunch of expendable thugs armed to the teeth.
Its not a good feeling.
"So, Bakuda turned traitor.."
"Fucking knew it, she was always a stuck up bitch"
"If I had it my way I'd nail her to the wall!"
"Crazy bomb bitch!"
This wasn't good… I don't think I would be able to chuck a bomb at them without them shooting me first.
"Deh Fuck is the ABB doing here...this area belongs to me!"
I looked around me to see a disgusting slight, fucking Skidmark… seriously? FUCKING Skidmark?! This was the reason I turned on Lung, just great.
"Piss of ya squinty eyed cooks, and take that whore with you."
That racist fuck thinks i'm a whore! This day is getting worse by the minute.
"Heh or you could just leave her here."
No...they better not
Looking around in panic, I saw the glances exchanged between some off the ABB's before one of them muttered something to the other.
"Why dont we just leave her, she would have killed us if we hadn't got the drop on her, and she took out Ryoshi."
"Fuck yeah, we can just tell Lung that Bakuda betrayed us and rigged the area, he's a nice enough guy, should believe that."
Damn these guys are stupider than I thought. No way Lung would believe that but still I couldn't be left with these druggies. And do they honestly think I won't blow this place to hell before getting taken by freaking Merchants?
Thats when a high pitched squeal cut through the area.
"The fuck is that!"
"Turn that fucking thing off"
Dam that was loud...it felt like my ears were melting.
"HELLLOOOOO Is this thing on? Can you hear me? Helloooo?"
I had never been so relieved to have my ears throb in pain before...
"I see you have my friend down there, but I don't think she wants to play with you at the moment. I don't suppose you'll let her go?"
"Fuck that you bitch, Why don't you come down here and we can play something else"
Trust Skidmark to be his usual crude self.
"Well I would take my nice offer, after all...I have my TOMMY GUN!"
Fuck...a tommy gun? thats her big play...a weapon thats at least 40 years out of date.
It seemed my thoughts were shared by the rest of the people here, who were silent for a second, before they all burst out laughing.
"Bitch, you're crazy," Skidmark managed to get out through the laughter
"Ah well I asked you nicely..I guess im going to come out there now..."
She's suicidal...there is at least 50 people out here and while Skidmarks a pushover he still is a cape.
Thats when the sound started...it was a very fast buzzing, a very loud buzzing...
And then the warehouse doors opened...and I swear thats not a Tommy Gun...
"Jesus...The bitch has a Minigun!"
"How the fuck is she holding that!, she must be a cape!"
"RUN AWAY!" a voice cried from the middle of the ABB
There she was, my savior, my knight in shining...Red and Black Spandex. Definitely not holding a tommy gun as everyone around had been crying...but definitely carrying a Minigun, conveniently I noticed with Tommy written on the side.
"Fuck this...I ain't taking on no crazy bitch with a minigun today, Got better shit to do. Lets get the fuck out of here. I'll remember this bitch!"
And then with a wave of his hand, Skidmark and the rest the merchants tried to make a hasty yet dignified exit.
"Well if they are gone, I guess we managed to do what Lung asked us..."
And then with that the ABB members here turned and started to head towards the center of Lungs territory.
Quietly I looked towards Deadpool Girl...
"Hey Baka-Kuda, nice to see you again… I had this great idea...What about a grenade that would cause mass hallucinations and junk, make them think they were tripping over rainbows" With that, she turned around and headed back into the warehouse, still talking.
I stared after her, stunned slightly, saving my life in a heartbeat, and welcoming me back just as fast?
"Hey!" I ran in after her and she turned around mid sentence.
"Just like that? Really?" I looked at her confused as she tilted her head.
"Well, I guessed there was some reason your back, and I already heard from those ABB that you ran from Lung… so I thought you wanted to visit, or eh, join" she scratched the back of her head, a contrast to the crazy side she showed before.
"... alright then" I sighed, "Like you heard, Lung isn't going to be happy if I ever go back… so I guess I'll be bunking here for now" I grumbled slightly at the end, but I couldn't help but feel a lighter feeling in my chest.
"YEAH! I knew you'd come back Baka-Kuda!" she then hugged my around the waist and I froze slightly, before hesitantly wrapping my arms around her as well.
This… this was alright…
Wait a second, "Baka-Kuda?"
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Taylor
And thats exactly how we met!
"Yeah! we were so badass!"
"Big damn heroes...that us alright!"
"And I'm sure you have gotten crazier since then"
Me? Crazier?
I looked at Bakuda strangely
"Ah thats reminds me...where on earth did you get a freaking minigun?"
"Ooooo... I don't think she will be happy about that."
Looking at Bakuda I started to shift my weight into the best position to sprint.
"Well...Bakuda...There is this website where you can order replica prop weapons with realistic sound effects made by some tinker in hollywood..."
She froze.
"Flee for our lives!"
"You bluffed for my life...COME BACK HERE!
Spriting away I started laughing...
I better get back home...school tomorrow. Can't wait to see my BFFs!