Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ D.A.R.Y.L. ❯ Quintet vs Trio ( Chapter 9 )

Quintet vs. Trio:

Super Powered Free-for-All

 

 

 

Orsonburg was in flames. City hall was on fire, buildings were on fire, the fire station was on fire. It was a terrible sight to see. (And in the fire station's case, ironic.)

 

Zanthur was holding a persona person up by his collar. “Take me to your leader.” “You mean the president?” Zanthur dropped him. “I've always wanted to say that.”

 

“Hey, boss!” Jankser said. “Check out what Aie-Quy found in the paper!” He unfolded the paper revealing a picture of what looked like a salad spinner.

 

“Alter Probe D-89.” Aie-Quy said. “It slices, it dices, it made us what we are today.” Jankser said as he crumpled the paper up and used his powers to burn it.

 

“Okay, so we track it down at this fish cannery and steal it.” Zanthur said. “One problem.” Aie-Quy said. “Do you know how many fish canneries are in this city?”

 

 

 

“They should've been here by now. That ad we put in the paper is bound to attract them.” Daryl said.

 

“I'm the one who got Area 51 to put the ad in there.” Atlas said quietly so the others wouldn't hear. “Besides, it doesn't matter who did what. Does everybody remember the plan?”

 

Everyone looked at each other. “Um… no.” Mikey said. “I mean yes! Yes! That's what I said… right?”

 

“I remember the plan.” Victoria said. “Joey hides behind the box of tuna and sends his clones out to fight. Mikey, you, Daryl, and me go out and help the clones.”

 

Atlas nodded. “These guys aren't so bad… maybe I do need a nap…” There was suddenly an explosion and the aliens walked in.

 

“Knock, knock, anybody home?” Zanthur said. “Didn't you read the sign?” Daryl asked from behind the box of tuna. “It read `BEWARE OF SUPER-HERO'.”

 

Daryl jumped out from behind the box in full robot mode. “You're cracking jokes?” Atlas asked as he casually walked out. “Doesn't matter. We're going to take these guys down.”

 

“Two robots?” Aie-Quy asked. “That means I'm having a second helping!” “Joeys!” Daryl yelled. “Attack!”

 

Forty-eight of the forty-nine Joeys ran out and dog-piled on Aie-Quy. “Help! I'm being suffocated by nerds!”

 

Mikey jumped on top of the box. “Fear me! I am Made-of-Stone Man!” “Okay, that's the lamest super hero name I've ever heard.” Victoria said.

 

“Okay, fine, I'll give you a name too.” Mikey said. “And my side-kick, Puddle-of-Acid Girl!” “Oh, sure, you get man and I'm stuck with girl? You're sixteen and you're still in ninth grade!”

 

“Can you two just stop fighting?” Daryl asked. “Mikey, get off of there.” Mikey reluctantly jumped down, and landed on top of Daryl. “Get off of me before I hurt you.”

 

“Okay, so you took down our muscle. Doesn't matter!” Zanthur said. He flew forward and got ready to punch Mikey.

 

“Mikey, concentrate!” Atlas yelled. Mikey put all of the power in his bite-sized mind to focus on being invulnerable. “I cannot be harmed. I cannot be hurt. I wonder if a person could combine pudding with yogurt. No, no, no! Focus!”

 

Zanthur's punch connected with Mikey's face but it didn't do any damage. In fact, it looked like Mikey had become frozen solid. Mikey suddenly unfroze and delivered a rock-hard punch to Zanthur's face.

 

Jankser shook his head. “This is pathetic.” He said. Atlas suddenly appeared behind him with one of his energy swords ready. “I know you are.” He cut his foe in half.

 

“Jankser!” Zanthur yelled. He flew towards Atlas but was stopped by a puddle of acid flying up and burning his wings off.

 

“Okay, this is the most gory fight I've been in so far.” Daryl said. “Really?” Atlas asked. “Probably one of the least in my case.”

 

Aie-Quy threw the Joeys off of him and ran towards Atlas. “I'll kill you, you miserable son of a—“ Daryl punched him in the stomach. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” “Well, I used to, but not since she went to prison.”

 

Atlas poked Aie-Quy in his neck with one finger. The alien instantly fell down on the ground, in a deep sleep. “Pressure points. Got to love `em.”

 

“What do we do now?” Daryl asked. “These guys were the only ones able to turn my friends back to normal.”

 

“Did you actually believe that?” Atlas asked. “Please. I only told you that so you'd help me. These guys don't know anything about how an Alter Probe works. I, on the other hand, do.”

 

The original Joey walked out from behind the crate of tuna and handed Atlas the Alter Probe. “It's so easy to work a two-year-old could do it. There's a button marked `Default Molecular Settings.'”

 

Atlas pushed the button and there was a bright light. When the light faded, Mikey was flesh and bones, Victoria was solid, and Joey wasn't an army. But, also, Aie-Quy, Jankser, and Zanthur had all turned into something like giant snails.

 

“That's disgusting.” Mikey said. “I know.” Atlas said. “They're failed experiments at creating beings called `Super-Gols.' They can shape-shift, but they can't do much else.”

 

“So… who are the Gols?” Daryl asked. “You'll find out sooner or later. Hopefully later.” Atlas said as he leaned down to the snails and crushed their heads.

 

“By the way,” Atlas said, “Daryl, in the future you may be called upon by Area 51 to perform a mission. You will be expected to accept said mission with no excuses.”

 

“That's not fair!'' Daryl yelled. “I'm suddenly in the army?! I am going to get you for this, Atlas.”

 

 

 

General Black and General Blue looked up at the tall, black building on Hawaii. It had no name, no address; just a bunch of people in black suits standing outside of it.

 

General Black took out pictures of five kids and held them up. “These are the targets we're looking for.” General Blue nodded. “If you find them, show no fear, no regret, and no mercy. Bring them back dead.”

 

 

 

Next time: Aloha, MIB