Sliced Bread: Part 6
The all powerful Wind Duster! The mighty Freight Train! The enigmatic Dark Arrow! Formed together due to events that are better left unspoken and lead by the brain power of CBTF Director, Morris Pfeifer and Head of Public Relations, January Morgan they are the Response! The World's 'Greatest' Superheroes!
Indigo City, Golden Roads District,...
Now (or TODAY depending on how you want to phrase it).
"Say it." Pfeifer said, his voice slightly echoing through the com device strapped to Abhainn Blackwood's ear. "Like we rehearsed."
Abhainn gripped his steel axe with his giant hands before raising it above his head. "FLEE YOU PATHETIC MAGGOTS!" He bellowed to the people running in terror all around him. "FLEE BEFORE MY POWER!" He smashed his axe into the side of a damaged car before sitting down and lighting a cigar. "So they'll be here soon?" He blew the smoke out of his mouth and sighed.
"Just give them a few minutes." Pfeifer sounded like he was annoyed. "They're... occupied."
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"There's no way I'm doing it." Wind Duster said, his hand clutching the hand rail dangling from the roof above him. "Not a chance in hell." His cape flapped behind him from the open ramp leading directly into the smoggy sky surrounding the Vertical Take Off and Landing Jet that the 4 people were stood inside.
"Just a second." Pfeifer deactivated his ear communicator before turning towards his somewhat irritated employer. "What's wrong, now?!" He asked, his voice seeming bored.
"I'm not flying!" Wind Duster snapped. "Teleporting is FINE. But there's no way in hell I-"
"You fly around all the time." Maystrike pointed out, he was stood calmly in the corner, arms folded around his chest with the hood of his suit down over his head.
"Not with other people." Wind Duster stumbled forward slightly as the VTOL shook. He grabbed another hand rail and adjusted himself. "My ears pop when I fly with other people." He glared at Pfeifer before pointing to his ears. "And with my SUPERHEARING it hurts like hell!"
"You'll be alright." Freight Train said, patting his friend on the back. His giant frame somewhat cramped in the compartment area. "Why can't we just teleport?" He asked.
"Flying's more dramatic." Pfeifer said, his face clearly agitated.
"So you're willing to injure me for dramatic flair?"
Pfeifer smiled before stepping forward, he placed his hand on Wind Duster's shoulder. "I know how this looks, Mark." He muttered. "And I think you should know... that this is something I've wanted to do for awhile."
Mark looked confused. "What?"
Wind Duster gasped as Pfeifer pushed him out of the VTOL and into the sky. He felt his stomach rush upwards as he tumbled through the air. Back in the VTOL, Maystrike and Freight Train stared at the CBTF Director in surprise.
"Get after him." Pfeifer ordered.
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Axe-Man brought his weapon crashing down upon the yellow taxi cab he'd stopped. Shards of yellow metal flew all around him until nothing but scrap was left before him. By this point the Driver had escaped... he was just trying to make it look good.
"Axe-Man!"
Blackwood turned around to see three figures hovering in the air above him, seemingly by their own power. Two of them were new... he had no idea who they were... however the one in the middle was very familiar.
"Wind Duster..." He growled, his grip tightened upon his axe."Time to die." It was a terrible line... whoever had wrote the script should have been fired. The three figures dropped to the ground. Wind Duster stumbled forward slightly upon landing.
"Ah, crap!" He yelled in pain, his heel slightly twisted from the fall. "That hurt!" He rubbed his leg before slowly standing up and pulling an attempt at a pose.
"Nobody will die, today, monster!" Freight Train continued in an overly heroic voice. His skin rippled as his height seemed to almost double, he rose into the air until he was towering above his companions.
"Nobody... except you!" The Axe-Man charged forward, weapon raised above his head. He lunged towards Maystrike who was busy attempting to ready his bow. He swung his axe downwards, aimed a few inches away from his "target's" body.
"Move!" Wind Duster yelled, zipping to the side and knocking his ally out of the way of the villain's blade. They rolled to the ground together.
"Get the hell off me!" Maystrike yelled, knocking Wind Duster away from him before readying his bow. He pulled an arrow from his quiver... it had something that looked similar to a grenade where the tip should have been. Too bad Pfeifer had neglected to inform him about the quiver's contents. "Okay..." Axe-Man charged towards Freight Train, his axe bouncing off the hero's skull. Maystrike took a deep breath and drew the arrow back... before letting it fly.
BOOM!
Turned out the arrow WAS a grenade! Orange flames shot through the air and landed upon the Axe-Man's back causing him to scream in pain. Freight Train landed a swift uppercut upon the villain's jaw sending him flying backwards into a nearby parked car.
"Wow..." Wind Duster muttered before chuckling slightly. "We're really kicking his ass." Maystrike nodded.
"This is the worst villain possible." He sighed.
"THAT HURT YOU F#CKING BA$TARDS!" The Axe-Man screamed, using the car to help him stand up. It crushed beneath his weight. "I'LL F#CKING KILL YOU!"
Wind Duster cracked his knuckles before thrusting his hands forward slamming a tunnel of wind directly into the villain's chest. Axe-Man smashed through the parked car and was sent into the side of a nearby building.
"For once, Maystrike..." Wind Duster muttered. "...you and I agree."
"Enough!" Freight Train yelled, his voice going into his heroic tone again. "We can't defeat Axe-Man alone!" Wind Duster and Maystrike glanced at each other before shrugging. "We must..." Freight Train braced his fist tightly as Axe-Man's battered body emerged from the flood of dust flowing from the wrecked concrete. "...RESPOND to the threat!"
"I'm not getting paid enough..." Axe-Man groaned using his axe as a crutch. Wind Duster soared into the sky, his golden cape flowing behind him. Freight Train dashed towards the villain, raising his fist while Maystrike crouched down upon a wrecked car and aimed his bow with an arrow looking similar to a lightning bolt.
Together they all unleashed their attacks at once. Wind Duster whipped what seemed like a miniature hurricane towards his target below, Maystrike shot his arrow forward causing it to crackle with electricity and Freight Train's fist smashed into the Axe-Man's chest causing the air to crack from the sheer force. Both the arrow and the hurricane struck at the same time.
KRACK!
Axe-Man's broken body lay in a small crater, his body covered in bruises and scars from the battle. Freight Train, Wind Duster and the Dark Arrow all looked at the villain's somehow still conscious body with them all prepared in case he made a move.
"We look f#cking awesome..." Wind Duster whispered.
"Who ARE you?!" The three heroes turned to see a man holding a Camera pointed directly at them. Wind Duster and Freight Train both quickly pulled heroic poses while Maystrike simply looked away out of embarrassment.
"Who are we?" Wind Duster repeated. He stepped forward, almost tripping over the debris before placing his fists at his side. "We're the Response!" Freight Train raised his head stepping to his friend's side. "We're the World's Greatest Superh-"
Before Wind Duster could finish his loud, exaggerated, dramatic description of himself and his colleagues he was interrupted by the loud, wet, popping sound of Abhainn Blackwood's skull exploding directly behind him, spraying blood all over the surrounding area. Maystrike put his smoking pistol back inside his holster before looking at his shocked teammates and waiting for them to continue.
After their silence continued he sighed and looked straight at the camera.
"We're the Response." He said dryly, right off the script. "The World's Greatest Su-"
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Back at the base, Morris Pfeifer and January Morgan stared at the TV Screen before them in silent horror.
"Oh my god..." Ms Morgan muttered as Pfeifer cupped his head in his hands.
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