Re: The Abominable Dr. Calamity (M+/MM+) - Part 16 posted 9/6/20
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2020 2:21 pm
Part 17 – The Arena
The Guild was surprised by my summons, but when I uploaded them a video of the line of captured Hero League bigwigs into the message (Superion included), all collared and confined in ornate restraints, there was no argument. It was all quite artistic, too, with each hero in a personalized method of bondage. Encased in amber with only his head exposed. Hogtied with steel-reinforced ropes and stored in a small cage. Strapped spreadeagle and upside-down to a giant X frame. Chained over a sawhorse. You name it. And each had a unique gag that complemented their restraints. Pity the heroes didn't seem to appreciate the great lengths I took for them.
I didn’t even bother to greet the Guild members when they sheepishly filed in to my lair. I just haughtily loomed in the foyer with a smug grin. Several tried to apologize for doubting my loyalty and competence, but I shushed them. “Now now,” I said condescendingly. “We all make mistakes and I forgive all of you. If there’s anyone who should be apologizing, it’s Guild Prime.”
The leader of the Guild made his way to me. “I have serious misgivings about this, Doctor,” he said. “I don’t trust you. I’ve known you too long and you’re up to something. If this goes off the way you say it will, only THEN will I apologize.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “And I promise you all it will be QUITE a show. But enough small talk, time for the main event! Everyone follow me to the arena, if you’d be so kind.” The crowd murmured with excitement as we went through the archway. I ushered Guild Prime to the Seat of Honor, usually reserved for my use. He nodded and quipped that I was finally showing him proper deference. I seethed, but bit my tongue.
Several giant opaque boxes were scattered around the edges of the arena. In the center of the ring, collared and chained to a post with his arms painfully stretched above his head like a Bronze Age sacrifice, was Diesel. When Queer Eye went out to fetch the mayor, I had Diesel collared and confined in a supercell. At first he thought it was all part of the game, but when he saw one hero after another being brought in by my collection teams, collared and chained, he began to get uneasy.
I had gone down to gloat over the last capture (Superion’s), but stopped at Diesel’s cell. He demanded to know what was going on. Flashing an evil smile I thanked him for all the fun we had, but said his services were no longer required. I had my prizes securely under lock and key, and he would be joining them at their public execution the following day. Of course he howled and rattled the bars of his cell, but I just shrugged it off. “What did you expect?” I said as I turned on my heels and left the cellblock. “I AM a bad guy, after all. Seems like you’d forgotten that.”
Once everyone had taken their seats and settled down, I addressed the crowd. “Recently there has been some nasty talk about me and my loyalty to the Guild,” I said. “People are saying that I have joined forces with this pathetic hero here. They’re saying that I’ve been fucking him behind closed doors! Well, that is true. He’s a remarkable power bottom.” There were chuckles from the crowd and Diesel turned bright red. “But our dalliance has sadly come to an end. And I’m going to prove where I stand once and for all.”
I clapped my hands and the boxes dematerialized. Contained within, encased in glass tubes, were the members of the Hero League. Around each of their necks was a power-dampening collar fitted with a mini Disintegrator Bomb. I clapped again, and the naked mayor was suspended from the ceiling, hanging upside-down by his ankles. He was gagged with a leather muzzle and bound in a secure rope harness.
“Now, Diesel,” I said. “I will explain the rules of this little contest. You are doing battle for not only your life, but all theirs as well.” I indicated the Heroes and the mayor. If you win, I deactivate the Disintegrator Bombs and your companions will be rocketed back to Hero League HQ where they can be freed from their various methods of bondage. Lose, and I disintegrate them all. Including you.”
Diesel snarled and spat into the dirt. “And as an added incentive,” I said. “I brought the mayor in to watch the fun. This is going to be a timed battle. If you can’t finish the fight quickly enough, the rope holding him up there will snap and he’ll fall face-first to his doom on the arena floor. I mean, he’s not really worth fussing over, but I know you heroes and your aversion to risking human life. Even one that deserves to end as much as his.”
“And who’s my opponent?” Diesel shouted. “Monstro? Mecha-Python? Just let me at ‘em, you psycho! I won’t lose!” He was so mad his accent was slipping.
I started chuckling and the crowd joined in. They were really getting off on this. Nothing like a good deathtrap to warm the old heart. “Looks like the honeymoon’s over. No no no, you dumb shit,” I said. “None of them. Your opponent is… ME!”
I lept into the air and mecha-armor unfolded from my laboat. It encased me in a wicked-looking armored suit. The crowd gasped in surprise, then cheered and hollered. I was not really known as being a direct hands-on villain and most had never seen the mecha-armor before. It had been far too long since I used it. When I was fully suited up, the chains holding Diesel to the post unlatched, as did his collar. He tore the power-dampening device from his throat and flew up at me with incredible speed, hatred etched into his face.
He came at me with full strength, devastated by my masterfully cruel betrayal. I could see it in his eyes as he rocketed towards me. I used the jetpack to surge backwards before his punch landed.
“How could you do this?” he shouted, barely holding back the tears. “All our plans!” He punched again and I dodged. “Everything we shared!” Again. “You’re throwing it all away… throwing ME away… for the Guild?????” And again.
“I’m sorry, my love” I said quietly. “It pains me, too. More than you could ever know. But there is no other way.” He could barely hold it together as he punched wildly again, but this time he left himself open. All this was entertaining the crowd, but we were getting nowhere. A quick flick of the wrist and I redirected Diesel’s momentum and sent him careening groundward. He rocketed over towards the tube holding Superion and smashed into it with titanic force. The glass shattered and huge shards messily tore through the captive head of the Hero League. I designed it for just that purpose. Restrained as he was, Superion couldn’t even protect himself from the lethal glass shards.
The crowd gasped in horror. Diesel screamed “NOOOOOOOOOO!” and dropped to his knees. There was a tense moment, and then confused murmuring. Diesel looked up and the despair on his face changed to confusion as he picked up the twitching and sparking robot from the ground.
“What?” he said. “Is this some kind of trick?”
“Huh????” I overdramatically gasped, placing my hands on my cheeks for dramatic emphasis. “A ROBOT??? But that’s supposed to be Superion! Wait, if THAT’s not Superion, then where is he? Oh wait! I know! THERE he is!”
I fired a laser at Guild Prime that activated an energy field around his seat. How’d you like the Seat of Honor now, motherfucker? The field became smaller and smaller until it was just a fraction of a centimeter from his body. He dared not move a hair or risk touching the sizzling energy barrier. The crowd was on its feet shouting for my head. But a few quick Disintegrator warning shots courtesy of my henchmen from their strategic posts around the arena walls calmed everyone down real quick.
“Settle down, everybody,” I said, powering off the mecha-armor. I also negated the stasis field on the heroes, but not their collars (I’m crazy but not stupid) so they could watch this with full facilities as well. “All shall be revealed. Now, the field around Guild Prime is made of tachyon energy.” I walked over and passed my hand casually though it. “Quite harmless. Unless you are time-displaced. Then it’s extremely deadly. Now, the man we know as Guild Prime claims to be Ubermensch. But, Ubermensch died in the 40s. I know because I was there.”
“Lies!” Guild Prime cried. “I order the Council to attack this traitor immediately!”
Contessa di Sangui stood up and spoke in her sultry Italian accent, “No no, my dear Guild Prime. The good Doctor has gone through all this trouble to give us a show and I wish to see it through to the end. Besides, if he’s lying as you say, then why can I smell your exquisite fear? You know how it intoxicates my kind so.” The rest of the Guild Council agreed.
“Grazi, bella,” I said, blowing her a kiss. “Now! I had wondered how these rumors about me and Diesel got started. The only ones who knew were my own henchmen, and I can say with 1,000% certainty that none of them would EVER betray my trust. And that got me thinking. It all clicked when Diesel told me he spilled the beans to Superion.”
“That made me think Superion was a mole in the Hero League working for us,” I said. “Wonderful. I was actually pretty impressed. But something still didn’t make sense. When the call came from Superion about the mayor’s little financial arrangement with me... Oh, shit! The mayor!” The rope holding the mayor snapped and he started careening face-first to the floor, screaming like mad through his gag. I nonchalantly pressed a button and a giant pillow emerged from the floor of the arena, safely breaking his fall. “Oops, almost screwed the pooch on that one! Anyway. Even the mayor himself didn’t know he was working for me. But Guild Prime did. As you know, he requires us to apprise him of any large financial schemes. He’s the only one I told.”
“There was no benefit to the Guild to remove the mayor. It would hurt us financially. So it had to be the same person with all the info. Not just a mole, but a double-agent!” I said. There were confused murmurs from both the Guild Council and the Hero League. I shot a quick look at Queer Eye, who nodded. “And that, ladies, gentlemen, and assorted none-of-the-aboves, is the confirmation I needed. None of you knew that the leader of both organizations was actually the same person. It helps to have a bestie who can literally see through any deception. Love ya, QE!”
I strutted over and grabbed Guild Prime’s hood through the field. “I haven’t demasked a ‘hero’ in quite some time,” I gloated. “I almost forgot how good it feels.” And I pulled the purple mask through the tachyon barrier.
Superion glared up at me with hatred on his face. “’The Perfect Man From the Future?’” I taunted. “Just couldn’t give up that Master Race bullshit, could you? Even when you dress it up in a sci-fi costume, eh, Ubermensch? When you got your sorry ass handed to you by Lady Liberty back in ’46 I saved your life by shunting you 25 years into the future. So we could form the Guild after everyone thought you were long dead.”
Uberguildsuperionmenschprime cursed at me in German, frothing at the mouth in fury. Both factions were in uproar. And for the same reason. But also the opposite one. If that makes any sense. “Shame on you,” I said. “Playing both sides against the middle for your own personal gain. Who DOES that?” I smirked. “What, were you trying to weaken both factions of supers so that no one would be strong enough to oppose you when you and Murdertron launched your assault?”
“How did you…?” Superion said, stammering.
“Diesel didn’t destroy MT’s computer, you ninny!” I shouted. “I downloaded it! It took me a while to crack the security protocols, but I got it done. I had Queer Eye do some aura reading on you at the meetings and he confirmed my suspicions. Did I say I loved ya, QE, because I REALLY do.” Queer Eye raised his martini glass from the stands.
“Heroes,” I said to the captive Hero League members, “didn’t you wonder why Superion didn’t send any of you to rescue the mayor when I first kidnapped him? Villains, ever wonder why the League always seemed to know where your bases and lairs were, no matter how tightly you kept the secret or how many times you moved? How a musclebound rookie like Diesel managed to get through MY outer defense systems in the first place?”
I turned back to Superion. “Pretty smart sending Diesel alone against me with inside information like you did,” I said. “You knew that he would fail, didn’t you? You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him once I had him. You figured that I’d be too distracted with my new toy to notice your plans until it was too late.” I leaned in and whispered. “It’s funny how we both had the same plan but went at it in different ways. I was just better at playing the game.”
I stood with a look of smug satisfaction on my face, but it quickly faded as I suddenly felt it get warmer. A lot warmer. Superion was glowing with an unearthly radiance. The tachyon field burst apart and Superion rose into the air, wreathed in golden light. “Oh, shit,” I gulped.
“You think you’ve beaten me?” Superion shouted. “I am the UBERMENSCH! The ultimate expression of humanity’s potential! You are all worms beneath my feet. I assembled the Guild to keep my rivals close enough to destroy when they were of no more use to me. But now you and your musclebound pet have ruined everything! Now you all will die!”
Superion clapped his hands and colossal waves of energy rippled out in all directions. I had time to do only one thing in reaction before they hit. I slapped the button on my belt and teleported… all the henchmen to the safety of the Calamity Bunker. I had this coming. They didn’t. Pain like I’ve never experienced hit me like a truck and sent me flying off the dais onto the arena floor. Chunks of the ceiling fell all around, blocking the all exits. Rubble was strewn everywhere from the force of Superion’s blast.
Superion descended to the ground and strutted back and forth, taking in the destruction around him. Heroes and villains alike lay injured all around, some pinned under fallen support beams and pieces of the ceiling. He walked over to me and picked me up off the ground. I think my back was broken. “You thought you had it all figured out,” he gloated. “But with all your brain power you still couldn’t defeat me. In the end, I always win!” He raised his fist, ready to smash it into my broken face.
A blast of pink energy flew past Superion, causing him to drop me. “Vas?” he cried, looking around. Rising from the rubble stood Queer Eye, the corona of light from his optic blast flaring around his giant pupil.
“You would stand against me, schwul?” Superion laughed. “Pathetic. For all your bluster you couldn’t even hit me with your puny laser.”
“Oh no, honey lamb, you got it all wrong,” Queer Eye said, pointing across the arena. “What made you think I was aiming for you?”
Superion looked over his shoulder and saw Diesel rising into the air after Queer Eye’s blast had destroyed the debris that had fallen on him. Lightning crackled all around him. The buildup of charge was so great even Superion’s hair stood up.
“Yippee kai yay, bitch,” Queer Eye said.
Coming Soon: Part 18 – Endgame
The Guild was surprised by my summons, but when I uploaded them a video of the line of captured Hero League bigwigs into the message (Superion included), all collared and confined in ornate restraints, there was no argument. It was all quite artistic, too, with each hero in a personalized method of bondage. Encased in amber with only his head exposed. Hogtied with steel-reinforced ropes and stored in a small cage. Strapped spreadeagle and upside-down to a giant X frame. Chained over a sawhorse. You name it. And each had a unique gag that complemented their restraints. Pity the heroes didn't seem to appreciate the great lengths I took for them.
I didn’t even bother to greet the Guild members when they sheepishly filed in to my lair. I just haughtily loomed in the foyer with a smug grin. Several tried to apologize for doubting my loyalty and competence, but I shushed them. “Now now,” I said condescendingly. “We all make mistakes and I forgive all of you. If there’s anyone who should be apologizing, it’s Guild Prime.”
The leader of the Guild made his way to me. “I have serious misgivings about this, Doctor,” he said. “I don’t trust you. I’ve known you too long and you’re up to something. If this goes off the way you say it will, only THEN will I apologize.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “And I promise you all it will be QUITE a show. But enough small talk, time for the main event! Everyone follow me to the arena, if you’d be so kind.” The crowd murmured with excitement as we went through the archway. I ushered Guild Prime to the Seat of Honor, usually reserved for my use. He nodded and quipped that I was finally showing him proper deference. I seethed, but bit my tongue.
Several giant opaque boxes were scattered around the edges of the arena. In the center of the ring, collared and chained to a post with his arms painfully stretched above his head like a Bronze Age sacrifice, was Diesel. When Queer Eye went out to fetch the mayor, I had Diesel collared and confined in a supercell. At first he thought it was all part of the game, but when he saw one hero after another being brought in by my collection teams, collared and chained, he began to get uneasy.
I had gone down to gloat over the last capture (Superion’s), but stopped at Diesel’s cell. He demanded to know what was going on. Flashing an evil smile I thanked him for all the fun we had, but said his services were no longer required. I had my prizes securely under lock and key, and he would be joining them at their public execution the following day. Of course he howled and rattled the bars of his cell, but I just shrugged it off. “What did you expect?” I said as I turned on my heels and left the cellblock. “I AM a bad guy, after all. Seems like you’d forgotten that.”
Once everyone had taken their seats and settled down, I addressed the crowd. “Recently there has been some nasty talk about me and my loyalty to the Guild,” I said. “People are saying that I have joined forces with this pathetic hero here. They’re saying that I’ve been fucking him behind closed doors! Well, that is true. He’s a remarkable power bottom.” There were chuckles from the crowd and Diesel turned bright red. “But our dalliance has sadly come to an end. And I’m going to prove where I stand once and for all.”
I clapped my hands and the boxes dematerialized. Contained within, encased in glass tubes, were the members of the Hero League. Around each of their necks was a power-dampening collar fitted with a mini Disintegrator Bomb. I clapped again, and the naked mayor was suspended from the ceiling, hanging upside-down by his ankles. He was gagged with a leather muzzle and bound in a secure rope harness.
“Now, Diesel,” I said. “I will explain the rules of this little contest. You are doing battle for not only your life, but all theirs as well.” I indicated the Heroes and the mayor. If you win, I deactivate the Disintegrator Bombs and your companions will be rocketed back to Hero League HQ where they can be freed from their various methods of bondage. Lose, and I disintegrate them all. Including you.”
Diesel snarled and spat into the dirt. “And as an added incentive,” I said. “I brought the mayor in to watch the fun. This is going to be a timed battle. If you can’t finish the fight quickly enough, the rope holding him up there will snap and he’ll fall face-first to his doom on the arena floor. I mean, he’s not really worth fussing over, but I know you heroes and your aversion to risking human life. Even one that deserves to end as much as his.”
“And who’s my opponent?” Diesel shouted. “Monstro? Mecha-Python? Just let me at ‘em, you psycho! I won’t lose!” He was so mad his accent was slipping.
I started chuckling and the crowd joined in. They were really getting off on this. Nothing like a good deathtrap to warm the old heart. “Looks like the honeymoon’s over. No no no, you dumb shit,” I said. “None of them. Your opponent is… ME!”
I lept into the air and mecha-armor unfolded from my laboat. It encased me in a wicked-looking armored suit. The crowd gasped in surprise, then cheered and hollered. I was not really known as being a direct hands-on villain and most had never seen the mecha-armor before. It had been far too long since I used it. When I was fully suited up, the chains holding Diesel to the post unlatched, as did his collar. He tore the power-dampening device from his throat and flew up at me with incredible speed, hatred etched into his face.
He came at me with full strength, devastated by my masterfully cruel betrayal. I could see it in his eyes as he rocketed towards me. I used the jetpack to surge backwards before his punch landed.
“How could you do this?” he shouted, barely holding back the tears. “All our plans!” He punched again and I dodged. “Everything we shared!” Again. “You’re throwing it all away… throwing ME away… for the Guild?????” And again.
“I’m sorry, my love” I said quietly. “It pains me, too. More than you could ever know. But there is no other way.” He could barely hold it together as he punched wildly again, but this time he left himself open. All this was entertaining the crowd, but we were getting nowhere. A quick flick of the wrist and I redirected Diesel’s momentum and sent him careening groundward. He rocketed over towards the tube holding Superion and smashed into it with titanic force. The glass shattered and huge shards messily tore through the captive head of the Hero League. I designed it for just that purpose. Restrained as he was, Superion couldn’t even protect himself from the lethal glass shards.
The crowd gasped in horror. Diesel screamed “NOOOOOOOOOO!” and dropped to his knees. There was a tense moment, and then confused murmuring. Diesel looked up and the despair on his face changed to confusion as he picked up the twitching and sparking robot from the ground.
“What?” he said. “Is this some kind of trick?”
“Huh????” I overdramatically gasped, placing my hands on my cheeks for dramatic emphasis. “A ROBOT??? But that’s supposed to be Superion! Wait, if THAT’s not Superion, then where is he? Oh wait! I know! THERE he is!”
I fired a laser at Guild Prime that activated an energy field around his seat. How’d you like the Seat of Honor now, motherfucker? The field became smaller and smaller until it was just a fraction of a centimeter from his body. He dared not move a hair or risk touching the sizzling energy barrier. The crowd was on its feet shouting for my head. But a few quick Disintegrator warning shots courtesy of my henchmen from their strategic posts around the arena walls calmed everyone down real quick.
“Settle down, everybody,” I said, powering off the mecha-armor. I also negated the stasis field on the heroes, but not their collars (I’m crazy but not stupid) so they could watch this with full facilities as well. “All shall be revealed. Now, the field around Guild Prime is made of tachyon energy.” I walked over and passed my hand casually though it. “Quite harmless. Unless you are time-displaced. Then it’s extremely deadly. Now, the man we know as Guild Prime claims to be Ubermensch. But, Ubermensch died in the 40s. I know because I was there.”
“Lies!” Guild Prime cried. “I order the Council to attack this traitor immediately!”
Contessa di Sangui stood up and spoke in her sultry Italian accent, “No no, my dear Guild Prime. The good Doctor has gone through all this trouble to give us a show and I wish to see it through to the end. Besides, if he’s lying as you say, then why can I smell your exquisite fear? You know how it intoxicates my kind so.” The rest of the Guild Council agreed.
“Grazi, bella,” I said, blowing her a kiss. “Now! I had wondered how these rumors about me and Diesel got started. The only ones who knew were my own henchmen, and I can say with 1,000% certainty that none of them would EVER betray my trust. And that got me thinking. It all clicked when Diesel told me he spilled the beans to Superion.”
“That made me think Superion was a mole in the Hero League working for us,” I said. “Wonderful. I was actually pretty impressed. But something still didn’t make sense. When the call came from Superion about the mayor’s little financial arrangement with me... Oh, shit! The mayor!” The rope holding the mayor snapped and he started careening face-first to the floor, screaming like mad through his gag. I nonchalantly pressed a button and a giant pillow emerged from the floor of the arena, safely breaking his fall. “Oops, almost screwed the pooch on that one! Anyway. Even the mayor himself didn’t know he was working for me. But Guild Prime did. As you know, he requires us to apprise him of any large financial schemes. He’s the only one I told.”
“There was no benefit to the Guild to remove the mayor. It would hurt us financially. So it had to be the same person with all the info. Not just a mole, but a double-agent!” I said. There were confused murmurs from both the Guild Council and the Hero League. I shot a quick look at Queer Eye, who nodded. “And that, ladies, gentlemen, and assorted none-of-the-aboves, is the confirmation I needed. None of you knew that the leader of both organizations was actually the same person. It helps to have a bestie who can literally see through any deception. Love ya, QE!”
I strutted over and grabbed Guild Prime’s hood through the field. “I haven’t demasked a ‘hero’ in quite some time,” I gloated. “I almost forgot how good it feels.” And I pulled the purple mask through the tachyon barrier.
Superion glared up at me with hatred on his face. “’The Perfect Man From the Future?’” I taunted. “Just couldn’t give up that Master Race bullshit, could you? Even when you dress it up in a sci-fi costume, eh, Ubermensch? When you got your sorry ass handed to you by Lady Liberty back in ’46 I saved your life by shunting you 25 years into the future. So we could form the Guild after everyone thought you were long dead.”
Uberguildsuperionmenschprime cursed at me in German, frothing at the mouth in fury. Both factions were in uproar. And for the same reason. But also the opposite one. If that makes any sense. “Shame on you,” I said. “Playing both sides against the middle for your own personal gain. Who DOES that?” I smirked. “What, were you trying to weaken both factions of supers so that no one would be strong enough to oppose you when you and Murdertron launched your assault?”
“How did you…?” Superion said, stammering.
“Diesel didn’t destroy MT’s computer, you ninny!” I shouted. “I downloaded it! It took me a while to crack the security protocols, but I got it done. I had Queer Eye do some aura reading on you at the meetings and he confirmed my suspicions. Did I say I loved ya, QE, because I REALLY do.” Queer Eye raised his martini glass from the stands.
“Heroes,” I said to the captive Hero League members, “didn’t you wonder why Superion didn’t send any of you to rescue the mayor when I first kidnapped him? Villains, ever wonder why the League always seemed to know where your bases and lairs were, no matter how tightly you kept the secret or how many times you moved? How a musclebound rookie like Diesel managed to get through MY outer defense systems in the first place?”
I turned back to Superion. “Pretty smart sending Diesel alone against me with inside information like you did,” I said. “You knew that he would fail, didn’t you? You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him once I had him. You figured that I’d be too distracted with my new toy to notice your plans until it was too late.” I leaned in and whispered. “It’s funny how we both had the same plan but went at it in different ways. I was just better at playing the game.”
I stood with a look of smug satisfaction on my face, but it quickly faded as I suddenly felt it get warmer. A lot warmer. Superion was glowing with an unearthly radiance. The tachyon field burst apart and Superion rose into the air, wreathed in golden light. “Oh, shit,” I gulped.
“You think you’ve beaten me?” Superion shouted. “I am the UBERMENSCH! The ultimate expression of humanity’s potential! You are all worms beneath my feet. I assembled the Guild to keep my rivals close enough to destroy when they were of no more use to me. But now you and your musclebound pet have ruined everything! Now you all will die!”
Superion clapped his hands and colossal waves of energy rippled out in all directions. I had time to do only one thing in reaction before they hit. I slapped the button on my belt and teleported… all the henchmen to the safety of the Calamity Bunker. I had this coming. They didn’t. Pain like I’ve never experienced hit me like a truck and sent me flying off the dais onto the arena floor. Chunks of the ceiling fell all around, blocking the all exits. Rubble was strewn everywhere from the force of Superion’s blast.
Superion descended to the ground and strutted back and forth, taking in the destruction around him. Heroes and villains alike lay injured all around, some pinned under fallen support beams and pieces of the ceiling. He walked over to me and picked me up off the ground. I think my back was broken. “You thought you had it all figured out,” he gloated. “But with all your brain power you still couldn’t defeat me. In the end, I always win!” He raised his fist, ready to smash it into my broken face.
A blast of pink energy flew past Superion, causing him to drop me. “Vas?” he cried, looking around. Rising from the rubble stood Queer Eye, the corona of light from his optic blast flaring around his giant pupil.
“You would stand against me, schwul?” Superion laughed. “Pathetic. For all your bluster you couldn’t even hit me with your puny laser.”
“Oh no, honey lamb, you got it all wrong,” Queer Eye said, pointing across the arena. “What made you think I was aiming for you?”
Superion looked over his shoulder and saw Diesel rising into the air after Queer Eye’s blast had destroyed the debris that had fallen on him. Lightning crackled all around him. The buildup of charge was so great even Superion’s hair stood up.
“Yippee kai yay, bitch,” Queer Eye said.
Coming Soon: Part 18 – Endgame