Burn Notice #2: Car Crash
==Gotham General==
October 31st. 5:00
The flames cut into Drury's flesh like a scalpel, as though a white hot needle was cutting into his skin, and burning everything it touched. He let out a pained scream, while Carson knelt beside him, laughing, as he drew it across his skin.
"That's the last thing you said to me, do you remember?" Ted asked. "As Charaxes dragged my flailing, faceless body through a wormhole, you stood there. Jeering as I screamed."
"Screw you!" Drury yelled back defiantly. But Carson could hear the strained agony in his voice, and he smiled.
"It'd be so easy, wouldn't it?" Ted continued. "Blame everything on some kind of big bad. But the truth is, everything that's happened, you did to yourself. Ha! I came halfway across the multiverse to kill you, to destroy you. And the truth is, you've beaten me to it. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy this," he chuckled, as he kicked Drury along the ground. "What are you waiting for Walker? There's no clown with a gun here. Or a pig with a cleaver, or a rat with a can of bug spray. It's just you, me, and a pair of hapless spectators. So c'mon, show me why they call you Killer-"
Carson's words were cut off by a sudden blast of energy, knocking him off his feet, and into a nearby medicine cabinet. Instinctively, Krill leaped out of the way and disappeared into a lime green portal. As Drury looked up, the Suit was standing above him, arm raised.
"Gar-" Drury said panicked, as his attention shifted back to Lynns, unconscious since Carson choked him out, but breathing. Drury breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank God.' With Suit's help, Drury carried him onto his back, and they exited the ward.
"Who the heck was that?" Jenna exclaimed, as Drury handed Gar over to her and Rigger, and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Suit knelt beside him, and dabbed his face with a cotton swab tenderly.
"That, would be Ted Carson," Rigger explained. "Like I said, it's getting harder and harder to follow..."
Jenna raised a confused eyebrow.
"That won't- That won't stop him," Drury gasped, gesturing a warning finger back at Carson's stirring body. "Need to get Gar out of here."
The group nodded, and got back on their feet.
October 31st. 05:04
Now conscious, Carson yelled out angrily, spitting into his wristband. "Yeah, this is Mothkiller. Time for Plan B."
October 31st. 05:09
"Get down!" Jenna yelled.
The group ducked for cover, as a blast of orange flames shot past them. Marching down the hallway, were Bridget Pike and the Psycho Pirate. Suit and Drury ran west, while Rigger and Jenna dragged Gar east. Carson, was slowly staggering towards them from the opposite end of the hall, a sort of lightsaber drawn from his wrist.
"Chuck, we could do with some back-up," Rigger called out, narrowly missing another fiery blast of napalm, and flung himself into a nearby ward.
October 31st. 05:13
"On it," Chuck replied, as the Misfits made their way up the stairwell. He opened the nearest door, only to be met with about six police officers.
"GCPD, nobody move!" the nearest one yelled, drawing their gun.
Fiasco pushed Chuck aside, smirked, and then slammed the door on them. "Fucking pigs," he hissed.
"Let's just get off at the next floor," Chuck nodded, as he glanced behind him: Sharpe was drawing his middle finger, and Blake was sticking his tongue out at the barricaded officers. Reardon, was several paces behind, trying to pretend he wasn't associated with them.
October 31st. 05:18
Gar's eyes slid open. He was in an abandoned ward of some kind, the lights turned off. He looked over at Jenna, then at Rigger drowsily, and then peered over the counter: Pike had entered the room, gun raised. "Fuck... Listen," he muttered, "Here's what we do-, we- What?"
Rigger, was tapping Lynns on the shoulder anxiously, his eyes drawn to his waist. "Gar. Gar!"
Lynns slung his arm off his shoulder, and hissed angrily. "Rigger, you can profess your love to me later, right now I just want to get the hell out of here."
Rigger frowned. "That wasn't what I was gonna say at all," he muttered reproachfully. "Your... Your gown's... undone."
Gar looked at him inquisitively.
...
"Just cross your legs, alright."
...
"Wow, Volcana really burnt it all, huh?" Rigger whistled.
Without a word, Gar pulled his gown down over his knees, and folded his arms. That didn't seem to stop Rigger however.
"So, how does- You know what, none of my business."
...
"So! What've you been up to, lately?"
...
"Oh not much, Joey, how about you? Well, Gar thank you for asking!"
Gar glanced over at Jenna, crouched behind an adjacent cabinet and sighed apologetically.
"I think Hellhound might've grifted u-"
"Oh, can you shut up for just one minute!" Jenna exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the room. Pike's ear pricked up, as she finally spotted them.
"Ok, that one's on me," Duffy sighed, as she helped Gar back up, and slid out the door.
October 31st. 05:18
Drury tripped onto the floor. As Suit reached out an arm to grab him, a gloved hand grasped its' shoulder, a musical voice filling the air. "You don't want to fight," it sang to Drury. "You want to lie down. You're tired, so very tired."
Drury's eyelids drooped, as the Pirate's control strengthened. Next, Hayden turned to the Suit, singing into it's ear.
"Show me," Hayden hissed. "Show me those delicious emotions.
Suit tilted his head towards him, exposing it's empty innards. Hayden took a shocked step back.
"No..." he gasped. "Not fair, not fair, not fair!"
With a single punch, Suit knocked the Medusa mask off the Pirate's face and sent it clattering to the ground.
"No!" Hayden snivelled, as he reached out towards it on his hands and knees. But as soon as he reached it, it was gone once again: A strand of red webbing ripped the golden mask off the ground, and into the waiting hands of Eric Needham.
"And now, you're just a ponce in clown shoes. Wanna try me?" he glared, knife drawn.
In a matter of seconds, the Psycho Pirate had barrelled down the hallway and out of sight.
As Drury turned to thank Needham, he stopped. Carson, was racing towards them, jetpack sparking.
Before Needham could react, Carson grabbed him by the leg, and hurled him at an MRI Machine, hitting it with an uncomfortable thud.
Next, Ted flew into Suit, and wrapping a cable around Drury's arm, dragged both of them out the window with him, bringing them to a stop on the wet ground outside. "Now," he paused, "Where were we?"
October 31st. 05:18
As the Misfits reached the fourth floor, Reardon was flung backwards by an unseen force; Blake was sent hurtling down the stairwell. "What the hell was that?!" Chuck exclaimed, as he tripped backwards into the wall.
Fiasco looked down; running along the ground was a man no bigger than an ant.
"Move and I squish you," he warned.
"Get me a jam jar and a piece of paper," he told Sharpe.
October 31st. 05:30
The trio had made their way to the parking lot. All they had to do was get in a car and drive off. Then, they'd be home free.
Gar lay his hand on a nearby squad car, and turned to the pair. "Rigger, can you hotwire us a car?" he asked.
"Why you asking me?" Rigger scowled.
"I'll do it," Jenna said, as she nudged past him, and got to work unlocking the car door.
"By the way I can, but it's still a racist assumption," Rigger added, as he helped Gar into the passenger's side.
"Stop!" a voice rang on. Bridget's. Her hand was wrapped tightly around her flamethrower, now aimed squarely at Gar's head. "Just... stop," she whispered.
Rigger took a step towards her, and sighed. "Please," he pleaded. "He's a father."
Pike hesitated. "What's her name?" she asked.
"J-Josie," Gar stammered.
"Pretty name," Bridget nodded, lowering her gun. "She should definitely keep it."
Gar smiled faintly, as he clambered into the passenger's seat, and shut the door.
October 31st. 05:37
Drury rubbed his head, blood dripping off his forehead, as Carson drew his blade, walking slowly, but purposefully towards him, a massive smile on his face. "Any last words?" Ted chuckled, as he stood above Drury.
"Just one," Drury smiled. "Duck."
Carson turned around, speeding towards them, was a blue and white police car, stationed behind the wheel, Jenna Duffy. Before he could move out of the way, the cop car slammed into him at full speed- a deafening crunch filling the air. Flung several feet in the air, Carson struggled to his feet without suffering any more than a few dents in his armour.
"My god, he's developed an immunity!" Rigger gasped, emerging from the passenger's seat, gun drawn.
Carson smiled, as he wrapped his hand around Rigger's throat, and smashed him face first onto the concrete floor. As he drew his sword again, Joey closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst. But it didn't come. He opened his eyes. Posed above him, a molten blade through it's chest, was the Suit. Joey rolled out of the way, and looked back despondently.
"Like I said..." Carson grunted, as he pulled the blade from Suit's chest. "Any last words?"
Suit looked at its' wound, its' fabric slowly burning away, and nodded, slowly, and raised its' middle finger. Resting on it, like a ring, a single grenade pin. Ted looked down at his belt, screamed, and threw himself backwards, the grenade still stuck to his waist.
"Suit!"
Drury ran over to the explosion, moving rubble aside. Nothing. Whatever fabric survived Ted's initial onslaught had been incinerated in the blast. All that remained was a pair of its' silver gauntlets.
~-~
"Toffee Apple?" a familiar voice called out.
Carson's eyes widened. "K-Krill-?"
"That was a no, was it?" the voice replied, as he bit into the candy shell with an obnoxious crunch. They were back in Jumbo's apartment, the faint smell of Mountain Dew filling the room.
"I don't understand- Walker, what happened to Walker?" Carson asked.
"Nothing," Krill. "Sides from a bit of grief, but that's par for the course, ain't it?"
"Suit..." Carson murmured, as it slowly came back to him. "The Suit- Oh, my god, am I dead again?" he screamed, aghast.
Krill winked. "That's right. My real name's Beelzebub, welcome to hell."
...
"I saved you, you idiot. I wasn't expecting roses, but I wouldn't mind a thank you."
"No..." Carson stuttered. "No... Walker- Walker should be dead! He needs to die!"
Krill raised a warning hand. "Careful. You're in no condition to go wandering out again. Not for a while. There's still half a grenade stuck in you. I'm not a miracle worker- granted I do come pretty close."
"But-"
Krill rested his finger on Carson's lips. "Carson... Carson Carson Carson.... Do us all a favour, and shut the fuck up."
Burn Notice #2: Car Crash
==Gotham General==
October 31st. 5:00
The flames cut into Drury's flesh like a scalpel, as though a white hot needle was cutting into his skin, and burning everything it touched. He let out a pained scream, while Carson knelt beside him, laughing, as he drew it across his skin.
"That's the last thing you said to me, do you remember?" Ted asked. "As Charaxes dragged my flailing, faceless body through a wormhole, you stood there. Jeering as I screamed."
"Screw you!" Drury yelled back defiantly. But Carson could hear the strained agony in his voice, and he smiled.
"It'd be so easy, wouldn't it?" Ted continued. "Blame everything on some kind of big bad. But the truth is, everything that's happened, you did to yourself. Ha! I came halfway across the multiverse to kill you, to destroy you. And the truth is, you've beaten me to it. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy this," he chuckled, as he kicked Drury along the ground. "What are you waiting for Walker? There's no clown with a gun here. Or a pig with a cleaver, or a rat with a can of bug spray. It's just you, me, and a pair of hapless spectators. So c'mon, show me why they call you Killer-"
Carson's words were cut off by a sudden blast of energy, knocking him off his feet, and into a nearby medicine cabinet. Instinctively, Krill leaped out of the way and disappeared into a lime green portal. As Drury looked up, the Suit was standing above him, arm raised.
"Gar-" Drury said panicked, as his attention shifted back to Lynns, unconscious since Carson choked him out, but breathing. Drury breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank God.' With Suit's help, Drury carried him onto his back, and they exited the ward.
"Who the heck was that?" Jenna exclaimed, as Drury handed Gar over to her and Rigger, and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Suit knelt beside him, and dabbed his face with a cotton swab tenderly.
"That, would be Ted Carson," Rigger explained. "Like I said, it's getting harder and harder to follow..."
Jenna raised a confused eyebrow.
"That won't- That won't stop him," Drury gasped, gesturing a warning finger back at Carson's stirring body. "Need to get Gar out of here."
The group nodded, and got back on their feet.
October 31st. 05:04
Now conscious, Carson yelled out angrily, spitting into his wristband. "Yeah, this is Mothkiller. Time for Plan B."
October 31st. 05:09
"Get down!" Jenna yelled.
The group ducked for cover, as a blast of orange flames shot past them. Marching down the hallway, were Bridget Pike and the Psycho Pirate. Suit and Drury ran west, while Rigger and Jenna dragged Gar east. Carson, was slowly staggering towards them from the opposite end of the hall, a sort of lightsaber drawn from his wrist.
"Chuck, we could do with some back-up," Rigger called out, narrowly missing another fiery blast of napalm, and flung himself into a nearby ward.
October 31st. 05:13
"On it," Chuck replied, as the Misfits made their way up the stairwell. He opened the nearest door, only to be met with about six police officers.
"GCPD, nobody move!" the nearest one yelled, drawing their gun.
Fiasco pushed Chuck aside, smirked, and then slammed the door on them. "Fucking pigs," he hissed.
"Let's just get off at the next floor," Chuck nodded, as he glanced behind him: Sharpe was drawing his middle finger, and Blake was sticking his tongue out at the barricaded officers. Reardon, was several paces behind, trying to pretend he wasn't associated with them.
October 31st. 05:18
Gar's eyes slid open. He was in an abandoned ward of some kind, the lights turned off. He looked over at Jenna, then at Rigger drowsily, and then peered over the counter: Pike had entered the room, gun raised. "Fuck... Listen," he muttered, "Here's what we do-, we- What?"
Rigger, was tapping Lynns on the shoulder anxiously, his eyes drawn to his waist. "Gar. Gar!"
Lynns slung his arm off his shoulder, and hissed angrily. "Rigger, you can profess your love to me later, right now I just want to get the hell out of here."
Rigger frowned. "That wasn't what I was gonna say at all," he muttered reproachfully. "Your... Your gown's... undone."
Gar looked at him inquisitively.
...
"Just cross your legs, alright."
...
"Wow, Volcana really burnt it all, huh?" Rigger whistled.
Without a word, Gar pulled his gown down over his knees, and folded his arms. That didn't seem to stop Rigger however.
"So, how does- You know what, none of my business."
...
"So! What've you been up to, lately?"
...
"Oh not much, Joey, how about you? Well, Gar thank you for asking!"
Gar glanced over at Jenna, crouched behind an adjacent cabinet and sighed apologetically.
"I think Hellhound might've grifted u-"
"Oh, can you shut up for just one minute!" Jenna exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the room. Pike's ear pricked up, as she finally spotted them.
"Ok, that one's on me," Duffy sighed, as she helped Gar back up, and slid out the door.
October 31st. 05:18
Drury tripped onto the floor. As Suit reached out an arm to grab him, a gloved hand grasped its' shoulder, a musical voice filling the air. "You don't want to fight," it sang to Drury. "You want to lie down. You're tired, so very tired."
Drury's eyelids drooped, as the Pirate's control strengthened. Next, Hayden turned to the Suit, singing into it's ear.
"Show me," Hayden hissed. "Show me those delicious emotions.
Suit tilted his head towards him, exposing it's empty innards. Hayden took a shocked step back.
"No..." he gasped. "Not fair, not fair, not fair!"
With a single punch, Suit knocked the Medusa mask off the Pirate's face and sent it clattering to the ground.
"No!" Hayden snivelled, as he reached out towards it on his hands and knees. But as soon as he reached it, it was gone once again: A strand of red webbing ripped the golden mask off the ground, and into the waiting hands of Eric Needham.
"And now, you're just a ponce in clown shoes. Wanna try me?" he glared, knife drawn.
In a matter of seconds, the Psycho Pirate had barrelled down the hallway and out of sight.
As Drury turned to thank Needham, he stopped. Carson, was racing towards them, jetpack sparking.
Before Needham could react, Carson grabbed him by the leg, and hurled him at an MRI Machine, hitting it with an uncomfortable thud.
Next, Ted flew into Suit, and wrapping a cable around Drury's arm, dragged both of them out the window with him, bringing them to a stop on the wet ground outside. "Now," he paused, "Where were we?"
October 31st. 05:18
As the Misfits reached the fourth floor, Reardon was flung backwards by an unseen force; Blake was sent hurtling down the stairwell. "What the hell was that?!" Chuck exclaimed, as he tripped backwards into the wall.
Fiasco looked down; running along the ground was a man no bigger than an ant.
"Move and I squish you," he warned.
"Get me a jam jar and a piece of paper," he told Sharpe.
October 31st. 05:30
The trio had made their way to the parking lot. All they had to do was get in a car and drive off. Then, they'd be home free.
Gar lay his hand on a nearby squad car, and turned to the pair. "Rigger, can you hotwire us a car?" he asked.
"Why you asking me?" Rigger scowled.
"I'll do it," Jenna said, as she nudged past him, and got to work unlocking the car door.
"By the way I can, but it's still a racist assumption," Rigger added, as he helped Gar into the passenger's side.
"Stop!" a voice rang on. Bridget's. Her hand was wrapped tightly around her flamethrower, now aimed squarely at Gar's head. "Just... stop," she whispered.
Rigger took a step towards her, and sighed. "Please," he pleaded. "He's a father."
Pike hesitated. "What's her name?" she asked.
"J-Josie," Gar stammered.
"Pretty name," Bridget nodded, lowering her gun. "She should definitely keep it."
Gar smiled faintly, as he clambered into the passenger's seat, and shut the door.
October 31st. 05:37
Drury rubbed his head, blood dripping off his forehead, as Carson drew his blade, walking slowly, but purposefully towards him, a massive smile on his face. "Any last words?" Ted chuckled, as he stood above Drury.
"Just one," Drury smiled. "Duck."
Carson turned around, speeding towards them, was a blue and white police car, stationed behind the wheel, Jenna Duffy. Before he could move out of the way, the cop car slammed into him at full speed- a deafening crunch filling the air. Flung several feet in the air, Carson struggled to his feet without suffering any more than a few dents in his armour.
"My god, he's developed an immunity!" Rigger gasped, emerging from the passenger's seat, gun drawn.
Carson smiled, as he wrapped his hand around Rigger's throat, and smashed him face first onto the concrete floor. As he drew his sword again, Joey closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst. But it didn't come. He opened his eyes. Posed above him, a molten blade through it's chest, was the Suit. Joey rolled out of the way, and looked back despondently.
"Like I said..." Carson grunted, as he pulled the blade from Suit's chest. "Any last words?"
Suit looked at its' wound, its' fabric slowly burning away, and nodded, slowly, and raised its' middle finger. Resting on it, like a ring, a single grenade pin. Ted looked down at his belt, screamed, and threw himself backwards, the grenade still stuck to his waist.
"Suit!"
Drury ran over to the explosion, moving rubble aside. Nothing. Whatever fabric survived Ted's initial onslaught had been incinerated in the blast. All that remained was a pair of its' silver gauntlets.
~-~
"Toffee Apple?" a familiar voice called out.
Carson's eyes widened. "K-Krill-?"
"That was a no, was it?" the voice replied, as he bit into the candy shell with an obnoxious crunch. They were back in Jumbo's apartment, the faint smell of Mountain Dew filling the room.
"I don't understand- Walker, what happened to Walker?" Carson asked.
"Nothing," Krill. "Sides from a bit of grief, but that's par for the course, ain't it?"
"Suit..." Carson murmured, as it slowly came back to him. "The Suit- Oh, my god, am I dead again?" he screamed, aghast.
Krill winked. "That's right. My real name's Beelzebub, welcome to hell."
...
"I saved you, you idiot. I wasn't expecting roses, but I wouldn't mind a thank you."
"No..." Carson stuttered. "No... Walker- Walker should be dead! He needs to die!"
Krill raised a warning hand. "Careful. You're in no condition to go wandering out again. Not for a while. There's still half a grenade stuck in you. I'm not a miracle worker- granted I do come pretty close."
"But-"
Krill rested his finger on Carson's lips. "Carson... Carson Carson Carson.... Do us all a favour, and shut the fuck up."