Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ D.A.R.Y.L. ❯ Red Hawaii ( Chapter 12 )

Red Hawaii

 

 

 

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Daryl woke up to find himself in a cage in a dark room. “What the hell just happened?” Daryl asked. “You've been taken prisoner by the MIB.” A familiar voice said. The lights went on and Daryl saw he was in some sort of laboratory. The voice had come from General Red, who was smiling pleasantly.

 

“You lousy son of a…” Daryl grabbed the bars of the cage and was shocked (Not in the emotional sense, in the physical sense. Well, maybe he was shocked to be shocked.). “Are these bars electrically charged?!” Daryl asked. “If you're not sure, why don't you touch them again?” Red asked with a smile that said he was enjoying this too much.

 

Daryl tried changing to his robot form but found that he couldn't. “Forgetting so soon?” Red asked pleasantly. “That Meta-wave Nullifier is still affecting you. You're not that bright, are you?” “Hey, I've got a 3.85 GPA!” Daryl yelled angrily.

 

“I'm not interested in your meaningless Grade Point Average!” Red said. “I'm General Red, in charge of torture and eliminating threats to the Universal Government! I'm interested in testing my—.” “Wait.” Daryl said. “What's the Universal Government?”

 

General Red smiled. “The ultimate goal of the MIB is to establish a Universal Government.” He said as he began walking over to a large computer with a helmet attached to it, “A form of government in which only one being rules over all others. That is the ultimate goal of General Omega!”

 

“What?” Daryl asked. “That's stupid! You guys are the enemies I keep hearing the worst about, and that's all that you're trying to do?” General Red chuckled. “Perhaps if you asked Major Tomorrow about Xvalk's Theory you'd understand the impact this would have on the universe. A shame you won't be asking anyone anything.”

 

General Red took the helmet attached to the computer and grinned. “What you're about to experience is the fruit of my life's work.” He said. “You see, ever since childhood I've been fascinated by methods of torture. Insanity, perhaps, but if that's the case, I'm a genius in methods of madness.”

 

“What are you getting at?!” Daryl asked angrily. It was then he noticed a pair of gauntlets on his arms. “Get ready, for if this works, it will be the worst day of your life and the greatest of mine.”

 

General Red grabbed Daryl's face with one hand and put the helmet on him with the other. “You see, feeling pain is inevitable.” General Red said as he put on a similar helmet. “In that sense, I created the Doomsday System. All the pain ever felt by the wearer or the sending helmet is concentrated into a single bolt and sent to the receiver.”

 

Daryl tried to pull the helmet off but suddenly found himself pulled to the ground by his gauntlets. “Those were designed by General 6, over at his HQ.” General Red said. “I can't figure out how the damn things work, all I know is they respond to what I want you to do and what I don't. You try anything that I don't want and those gauntlets pull you to the ground. And I used to think magic was just a load of crap.”

 

General Red turned a dial on the computer. “I think all of the pain I ever felt in my life may be too much for you. Let's try everything in the past 24 hours. Let's see… a fight with a pterodactyl, being hurled from a plane into a volcano, the pain my healing factor causes me, among other things.” He pushed a button next to the dial.

 

Daryl suddenly felt as if he was being crushed by a burning, spiked, hundred-ton weight. Every cell in his body hurt, and the sounds of his screaming showed this as fact. Finally, after a few seconds, it was over, and Daryl collapsed to the ground.

 

Red's eyes widened with joy and he took out a book and a pencil. “I'm documenting this for the future.” He said. “Please describe your pain in detail.” Daryl sobbed in pain. “Interesting.” Red said as he wrote something down in the book.

 

 

 

“I don't believe this!” Tom yelled as he punched a wall of the cell everyone except Daryl was trapped in. “Those damn MIB fat-asses lock us up and leave us to die!” “Calm down.” Atlas said as he felt the walls for a way to escape. “My philosophy is `do or die', and make sure the latter isn't a possibility.”

 

“Fatlas is right!” E.N. said as he grabbed one of the bars… and was immediately electrocuted. “That's gotta hurt.” Gary said. “We can't use our powers, all we've got with us is that inflatable emergency raft that E.N. stole from the plane, and we're wearing these weird bracelet things—““Gauntlets.” E.N. said. “Whatever!” Gary said. “The point is there doesn't seem to be a way to get outta this!”

 

“I'm not giving up that easily.” Kristen said. “She's right.” Dill said. “We have these powers for a reason, and I think kicking some MIB ass is a good reason! If I can't do this as Dill Souza, I'm doing it as Rupture!”

 

“And I'll do it as Reality!” Kristen said enthusiastically. “And me as Element Nacho!” E.N. said. “Fossil!” Gary said. Everyone stared at Tom, waiting for him to shout his alter ego's name out with vigor. Tom stared at them for a while and then sighed. “Fine… Melter.”

 

“That was inspiring and all…” Atlas said, “But we're still kinda stuck.” “Maybe not…” Element Nacho said. “This Meta-wave Null-thingy works through sound waves, and sound travels at a slower rate through solid objects.”

 

“So?” Melter asked impatiently. “So, if we can muffle this cell with something, we can use our powers again!” Nacho said happily. “Where we gonna get what we need to muffle the cell, genius?” Atlas asked.

 

“I'm not a detail kinda guy.” Nacho said. “I'm more of the big picture kinda guy.” “The big picture is we're still stuck here!” Atlas said. Rupture began thinking. “Wait a minute!” He said after a while.

 

 

 

“You said E.N. has that emergency raft!” Rupture said a minute later. “Yeah, so?” Melter asked. “Two reasons; if we muffle Nacho in it, the Meta-wave Nullifier won't affect him, and he'll turn into the same material as the raft, which is…” “Rubber!” Melter said. “He could get the door opened!”

 

“Brilliant.” Atlas said. “But we do have a small problem; to completely block him from the Nullifier, we'll have to smother him with the raft. If we do that, he could suffocate.” “I would not like that.” Nacho said. “Exactly.” Atlas said. “It's risky. We need to be careful.”

 

Nacho had already inflated and deflated the raft and had completely covered himself in it by the time Atlas finished that speech. Two hands, protected by the coverage of the raft, wrapped themselves around the bars in a rubber fashion. Suddenly the arms tightened, crushing the bars. Nacho tossed off the raft and took a deep breath of air in.

 

“Sweet Lady Freedom!” Dill said. “Let's make out!” “Uh… Dill?” Tom asked. “What, are you horning in on my girl?” Dill asked. “Only I get to make out with—.” “We have a problem.” Tom said. Dozens of MIB agents were charging towards them.

 

“Allow me.” Reality said as she took out a book and pencil and wrote something down. “Okay… `Giant… bowling… ball.'” The words on the page flashed and a giant bowling ball started rolling towards the MIB agents and flattened them. “That was fun.” Reality said as the bowling ball disappeared and she put her book away.

 

“Let's go find Daryl.” Atlas said. “How?” Nacho asked. “Your friend was hauled away from us by that freak, Jerkarel Red.” “You're right.” Atlas said. Then he looked around. “Do you hear screaming in pain?”

 

 

 

Daryl finished off his latest screaming and began sobbing out loud in pain. “My, the last 42 hours of my life must have been worse than I remembered.” Red said happily as he wrote down in his book.

 

Suddenly a phone rang and Red picked it up. “This is a restricted line.” He said. “You'd better have a good reason for—oh, General White! I'm sorry, sir, really, I am. What? The Doomsday System is going perfectly, sir. Couldn't be better. Wait, I—you what? No! I—no, I don't want that, sir. Fine.” He hung up the phone angrily.

 

“Apparently it's all been for naught.” Red said angrily as he put on his helmet. “The Doomsday System is considered obsolete by my superiors to a torture device invented by a colleague of mine! They want it destroyed.”

 

Red angrily turned the dial on his computer to its highest setting. “I might as well enjoy my last moments with it!” He slammed down on the button and Daryl suddenly screamed louder than any moment in his life. After a few seconds of this screaming, it lowered to an inaudible whisper.

 

“The beauty in any successful torture device is to create as much pain as possible without killing the victim.” Red said happily. “You're experiencing every ounce of pain I've felt in my life, right now. And because of my healing powers, I've survived things that would kill entire cities. You may want the pain to end right now, Daryl, you may want to die to escape it, but you won't!”

 

Daryl put his hands to his head as the pain went on and cried in pain. The first time it had felt like he had been crushed by a burning, spiked, hundred-ton weight and every cell was in pain; this time it felt like every cell had been crushed by the weight. Finally the pain became too unbearable; Daryl had to get out of that cell and kicked the entire left wall of his cage with a single kick. He ripped his gauntlets off and took off the helmet.

 

“That's impossible!” Red yelled. Daryl panted heavily and grabbed General Red's arm. “I guess… all that pain gave me some impressive adrenaline.” He said as he changed into his robot form. “So the MIB wants this thing destroyed, eh? I'll destroy it myself. And since you're the creator, you should get to watch me destroy it.”

 

“No!” Red said sadly. “Sorry.” Daryl said happily. “Make sure you get a close look!” He slammed Red's face into the computer's monitor. Daryl returned to his human form and felt his head. Near the back of his head there was a burn-mark that had been left from the helmet.

 

“Don't worry, Daryl!” Atlas yelled as he charged through the door in his robot form. “We're here to… oh.” He returned to his human form. “Did you do that?” “I did.” Daryl said with a hint of surprise. “Whoa.” He then fell down in exhaustion.

 

 

 

That night, at 10:00, Daryl walked through the door to his house. “Daryl!” Mikey said happily as he ran over and hugged his brother. “Where were you, bro?” Daryl sighed. “Not now, Mikey.” He said. “I just need a vacation.” “Well this should cheer you up!” Mikey said. “Mom won a free trip to Hawaii!” Daryl's eyes widened in fear.

 

 

 

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