Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ D.A.R.Y.L. ❯ Black, Blue and Red All Over ( Chapter 11 )

Black, Blue, and Red All Over

 

 

 

 

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“Wow.” Daryl said. “So this is Hawaii.” He and Atlas were both floating above a small town in Hawaii. “Why would the MIB set up base around here?”

 

“I'll try to explain.” Atlas said. “The MIB sets up bases all over the world, or at least try to. Out of these bases, there are six that function as the main bases. There are always generals posted at these bases.

 

“The bases are disguised as regular businesses or residences so the MIB goes by unnoticed. Hawaii is just the latest of their bases, but the MIB are after something else.”

 

Daryl raised an eyebrow. “And that would be…?” Atlas took out five photographs. “Kristen Hundley AKA Reality: Able to bring fictional beings to life, but only by reading the being's name. E.N. AKA Element Nacho: Able to assume the physical attributes of any substance he comes in contact with.”

 

“He calls himself `Element Nacho?'” Daryl said. “Yes, now don't interrupt. Tom Helms AKA Melter: Able to melt anything he comes in contact with into a liquid he can control mentally. Gary Hundley AKA Fossil: Able to turn into any prehistoric creature. Dill Souza AKA Rupture: Able to dismantle any machine with in a five mile radius.”

 

“Okay…” Daryl said. “Who are these losers?” “During an experiment to try and control the fragments of the Solomon Asteroid, one of the fragments was dowsed with special radiation.” Atlas said. “The fragment exploded, causing mutations in anyone unfortunate enough to be close by. These five were turned into metahumans: humans with abnormal abilities.”

 

“Oh.” Daryl said. “So the MIB want these guys… why?” “The MIB wants their DNA.” Atlas said. “You see, they want to see if the mixing of human and extraterrestrial DNA will affect them in an adverse way. That answer your question?”

 

Daryl nodded. “Yeah, I guess—wait a minute! Dill Souza? As in pretty boy pop star Dill Souza? That guy's a metahuman?!”

 

Atlas nodded. “That's a cover. He was given that job because being on tour constantly would make it tough for the MIB to get their hands on him. His plane was scheduled to come here for his next concert, but something's wrong.”

 

Daryl thought for a moment. “Yeah… I've noticed that, too. Something just isn't right here.”

 

Atlas took out a scrap of paper. “According to these directions Area 51 gave me, the concert hall where he was supposed to perform is just south of here.”

 

Daryl sighed. “You're not going to go Speed Mode to get us there, are you?” “No, it's only a few miles.” Atlas said as he ripped up the paper. “Even a slowpoke like you could make it there in time.”

 

The two flew off towards the south, not noticing a man in a trench coat standing on top of a building. “Come in, HQ. Over.” The man said into a black walkie-talkie. “I need to speak to General Silver, in charge of troops. Tell him to send a couple dozen to the Blue Hawaii Concert Hall. Looks like the robot boys just fell right into our hands. Over and out.”

 

 

 

“Okay, our best friends are missing.” Gary said when he and E.N. were in the plane. “The MIB kidnapped them, which is bad. You know what's even worse? The fact that the pilot's unconscious!”

 

E.N. walked up to the pilot and poked him in the head. “Yup. He's out like a light.” “Great! How are we going to fly this thing?” Gary said angrily.

 

E.N. smiled. “Don't worry. I've done enough simulations to know how to work these.” He threw the pilot out of his chair. “Let's see… uh-oh. Looks like the MIB fixed it so we wouldn't get off this plane without them kidnapping us.” He pointed to the fact that half of the controls were busted.

 

“Okay, okay…” Gary started thinking. “Maybe I could turn into something and carry the plane to safety!” “Dude, that won't work. How's a five-foot tall pterodactyl going to save us?”

 

Gary slapped himself in the face. “Let's see you try something!” E.N. smiled. “Okay. I'll do-sum-bow-dis.” He took a wire and licked it.

 

His body turned into a living lightning bolt with a lightning-esque tail instead of legs and a lightning-esque head instead of a normal head. “Zappity-zap-zap!”

 

He went into the wire he just licked and the plane started flying normally. “Thank your for flying Element Nacho air-lines, we hope you've enjoyed your flight. Please place your trays in the up-right position as we come in for a landing.”

 

 

 

“I knew this smelled like a trap.” Daryl said when he and Atlas both arrived at Blue Hawaii Concert Hall. They were surrounded by MIB agents. “Lay down your arms and return to your human forms.”

 

Swords came out of Atlas' arms. “Request denied, punks.” He ran forward and tried to slash one of the agents, but there was a blue flash of light. “I… can't… move.”

 

General Black and General Blue stepped out of the shadows. General Black's glasses had been removed and his eyes had turned completely bright blue.

 

“By order of the MIB and the government, we're placing you under arrest.” “Taking advantage of your political power. You MIB craps are all the same.” Atlas said.

 

“Don't bother trying to move. I've shut off the part of your brain that allows you to move, thus paralyzing you.” General Black chuckled and put his glasses back on. “General Black, in charge of metahuman control.”

 

General Blue took a step forward. “General Blue, in charge of metahuman research.”

 

“You punks are the lowest branches on the tree in the MIB.” Atlas said angrily. “Why were you given a big job like taking down one of Area 51's best agents and a rookie?”

 

“I'm ignoring that.” Daryl said. One of the agents shot him with a gun and he returned to his human form.

 

General Black grabbed Atlas' face. “Now, Atlas, return to your human form or your friend here won't have his 15th birthday.” “Actually, I'm already fifteen.” Daryl said. “I just turned fifteen in January.”

 

Atlas growled angrily and his body returned to human form. “No way… Andrew Onan?! Dude, you're Atlas?!”

 

Andrew/ Atlas growled angrily. “Of course I was, stupid. The scientist that worked with your parents was a Dr. Nano. What's Onan spelled backwards, idiot?”

 

Daryl thought for a second. “What, do you think I go around spelling people's last names backwards? How was I supposed to know, Andrew?”

 

“My name is Atlas.” Andrew/Atlas said. “My real name is DARYL but that was abandoned. My real name is ATLAS: Accurately Testing Level of Another Series. You're stronger than me, and I've been testing you.”

 

“Oh.” Daryl said. “Sorry, An—Atlas. Sorry.” “Yeah, well it looks like it's all over for us.” Atlas said. “The MIB's going to finish us o-o-oh my lord! There's an airplane heading right towards us!”

 

“Please.” General Blue said. “Do you think we'll fall for that?” “That's one of the worst lies ever.” General Black said.

 

 

 

“Dude, we're going to crash!” Gary yelled as E.N. sent the plane crashing into a record company. “Yeah, and?” E.N.'s voice said over the speaker. “I can see lots of MIB agents down there!”

 

“Well, I'm not sticking around here.” Gary said as he turned into a human-sized pterodactyl. He flew out the emergency exit right before the plane crashed into the ground.

 

 

 

The plane crashed into General Black first, thus breaking his mental control over Atlas. Atlas quickly grabbed Daryl and they both disappeared, and then reappeared outside of the concert hall.

 

“Dude, how'd you do that?” Daryl asked. “You didn't even have to turn into a robot!” “Of course not.” Atlas said. “You see, when the MIB destroyed the lab we were `born' at chemicals mixed into my blood stream, allowing me to use all of my power when in human form.”

 

“Okay… so if I'm better than you, how come I can't go Speed Mode?” Daryl asked. Atlas chuckled. “I said you were stronger, not faster. I was designed for speed.”

 

Daryl sighed and then widened his eyes when he saw a small pterodactyl land behind Atlas. “What are you looking at?” Atlas asked.

 

A bolt of electricity came out of the plane and turned into E.N. Daryl kept on staring. “Stop staring at me like that.” Atlas yelled. E.N. began making faces at Daryl.

 

“What is it, maggot?” Atlas asked angrily. “Um… I think we found two of those metahuman things you talked about.” Atlas turned around and saw E.N. and Gary whistling innocently.

 

“Oh, great. It's those two.” Atlas said as he slapped himself in the face. “Hey, Fatlas!” E.N. said.

 

“I told you, never call me `Fatlas' again. I'm not even fat.” Atlas said angrily. “I know. That's what makes it funny.” E.N. said. “Who's that weirdo?” He pointed at Daryl.

 

“I'm Daryl; nice to meet you.” Daryl said. “Oh, yeah! You're the big super-hero from Orsonburg! Cool!” E.N. said.

 

“Where are the others?” Atlas asked. “Did the MIB get them?” “Um… no,” E.N. said hesitantly. “They had to use the bathroom and got sucked down the drain. That can sometimes happen in airplane bathrooms, you know.”

 

“Where are they?” Atlas asked sternly. “The MIB got to them.” Gary said. “They were being led by some punk named General Red. We tossed him off the plane.”

 

A bullet suddenly whizzed past Daryl's ear. “Yes, well… maybe next time you should check to see if I didn't get back up.” General Red was standing right behind them all, holding a gun.

 

“Unless you all want to take a one-way trip to hell, I suggest you get down.” The general said nonchalantly. “My inferiors may have failed miserably at capturing you, but at least my job was done quicker; I was sent here to kill them and take over the mission, but you did that job for me. Thanks.”

 

Daryl tried to change into his robot form and found that he couldn't. “What's going on?” He asked. “Surprised?” General Red asked as he took a small device off of his belt. “It's a Meta-wave Nullifier; it calculates the locations of metahumans and sends out special frequencies to do various things. I have it at one of its lowest settings, NEGATE. Let's see what happens when I turn it up higher…”

 

He turned a knob on the device and a high-pitched sound started. “It'll affect you, too!” Atlas yelled as he clutched his ears. “You're a metahuman like us!” “That's the beauty of artificial intelligence.” General Red said. “It memorizes certain Meta-Waves and remembers not to affect that metahuman. The scientists in the MIB never cease to amaze me. Well, have a nice nap.”

 

Daryl tried clutching his ears tighter but the noise was creeping into his brain. His thoughts were getting foggier and the world around him started slipping into darkness. His last thought before passing out was, “Ha-ha-ha… he called him `Fatlas.'”

 

 

 

Next Time: Red Hawaii