Subject: [OTL]: (alt. Pryde/Wisdom/Marvelverse) Recoil Chapter 6B/12 (R) Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 21:27:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Phil Hartman will1@earthling.net Recoil Chapter 6B by Phil Hartman DISCLAIMER: Jake and Jesse are mine. The rest are Marvel's. It's all fiction. No money is being made off of this. Etc. WARNING: Strong language, violence, graphic imagery, thematic elements, etc. And gratuitous abuse of Nazi scum in this chapter >) ------------------------------------------------------- 6/6/2004: Somewhere in Upstate Maine: 04:00 hrs EDT: ------------------------------------------------------- THWAKOOM!!! "I love unannounced asskicking upon racist bigots, don't you?" "Shut up and bounce, toothpick." SPROIINNNGGG "HAIL - OW! OWOWOWOW!" FZEEECHAKT - THWAKOOM!!! "AHHH! RUN! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!" "No, but I wish I could do more than microwave your fuel bins ... racist jerks." "Angel, I hate them as much as you do, but did you have to scorch their costumes?" "Vance, they'd probably enjoy burning a swastika on your mom's front lawn. Or ours. Hey, Sil, any idea where our partners in butt-kicking went?" "They're after the Skull himself. They're welcome to him - this place is freaking me out already." THWAM THUD CRACK "Dwayne?" "Just interrogating their cell commander, Sil. Where. Is. The. Skull?" "I'll never tell - AOWWW! UNCLE! UNCLE!!" "Nita, you didn't have to wedge that so far up his -" "Rich, they're modern-day Nazis. I'm just following in Namor's family tradition." "Point." "MRRAAAOOWWW!" "No! Speedball, tell me you didn't bring -" "He got off the leash! Run for it! It's -" "NEILS THE INCREDIBLE BOUNCING CAT!" "MRAAOOOWWW! HSS! FFTT!! RAAOOOWW!" "The cat's bouncing into the reactor controls! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" SPROIINNG KRAK-A-BOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!! "MRAAOOOWW! HAA-AKK!!" "AIEEAAGGH! ATOMIC FURBALL!" "... this never happens to the X-Men." "Robbie. Next time, have your mom take Neils." "But he's a great sidekick, Thrash! He beats Hindsight Lad!" "... I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're right. Let's hope Kitty and Wisdom have better luck than we did ..." "MRRAOOOWW!" ------------------------------------------------------- "Oi, Pryde," Pete groaned as he and Kitty left the New Warriors to wrap up the remaining HYDRA cell members. "Yes, Pete?" Kitty asked, smiling while Lockheed lit up the air shaft with his flame. "The flyin' rat is still cooler than that cat. Just thought I'd say that," Pete admitted in a dark voice. "Coooo," Lockheed cheered. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Pete. Now hang on - we're phasing," Kitty said, grabbing Pete's ankle and Lockheed's tail. The three phased through the vent into a dimly-lit control room, and landed on their feet as a hideously-deformed man spun around with a gun. "Verdammt mutant scum! I don't know how you found me, but I'll not surrender to your -" the Red Skull snarled. He winced when dragonflame vaporized his gun, hot-knives melted his shoe soles to the floor, and a pseudo-ninja kicked his spare Dust of Death projector out of his hand. "I'm having a bad weekend, Herr Schmidt, and I want answers. Someone's been shooting people I care about, and they're using a teleport system one of your flunkies stole from Stark Enterprises by way of the CSA. Now, talk," Kitty snarled. "And if you use the words 'mongrel,' 'Jewess,' 'genejoke,' or 'mutie,' I'll let the two most important men in my life use you for kindling." Lockheed snorted flame for emphasis, but Pete just smiled dreamily at Kitty and said, "God, I love that woman." ------------------------------------------------------- INTERLUDE: ------------------------------------------------------- The shooter had to admit, Pryde and Wisdom were very, very good. They'd actually gotten closer to the shooter's identity - not close enough, but still, close enough to be impressive. And they'd even asked the New Warriors for help ... Nevertheless, things had to proceed. Sinister's trail was getting cold, and there was only one person who might have a clue to the monster's whereabouts. Of course, confronting that person meant bursting into the Summers' house. But the shooter was tired of waiting around, and they were prepared for unusual circumstances. It would take another distraction to get the X-Men out of the way, however ... ... and the shooter had a choice that would throw everyone off guard long enough to act. Even if it meant facing Jesse Summers again. ------------------------------------------------------- tbc ... -------------------------------------------------------