Jack Flash looked at the flames in his hands, but he could do nothing about it.
The Dogpack were insane. He wanted only to stop the Cabinet before they could retake power over the Divide. The Dogpack wanted the same, but they were willing to sacrifice hundreds of lives to accomplish their goals.
He knew he couldn’t stop them. He was powerful, but not powerful enough to take either the four powered members or their hundreds of dawg-soldiers. I started this anarchy. It’s on my head. But if all these people are going to die today, than I am sure as hell going to make sure Mr. Mayor goes with them.
“You stupid fucks!”
Jack Flash turned to see Witchqueen’s portal close behind her. Matrix, her cyborg lover, stood beside her and it was his voice that rang out.
“You fuckers are going to come and burn down my fucking town?” Blades unsheathed from his finger-tips, each three inches long and razor sharp. Pitbull and Bulldog were unfazed by the threat, as they charged in, their dawgs following.
Jack Flash turned his attention away from them. Neither the Dogpack nor the Cabinet was his major concern.
No, he was arriving right now.
Mr. Mayor swooped down over the crowd and landed only feet away from Jack Flash. His blue eyes glowed as the aura faded around him. His body shifted from flesh to metal, and Jack Flash found himself standing only steps away from a solid steel monster who wanted him dead.
“You’re a damn fool,” Mr. Mayor said. “You know you can’t hurt me. Your fire doesn’t hurt me and I doubt any of these fools you call allies can do anything either. So leave now or I will take action against your territory as well as the puppies’.”
“I can’t do that, Mayor. This needs to end tonight.”
“Have it your way, Jack. But I’m no monster. You have been a worthy enemy and I will regret ending your life today.”
Jack lighted up his full flame aura. His clothes burned away as his entire body was engulfed by fire. He couldn’t cause any damage to Mr. Mayor, but he sure as hell planned to make the man hurt.
Mr. Mayor charged towards him, but Jack leaped in to the air. His jump took him up several stories. He knew Mr. Mayor couldn’t follow without dropping his metallic form. From his vantage point, he could see Pitbull swing his chain at Witchqueen, only to have the weapon pass through her as she went intangible. He saw Bulldog and Matrix as they traded blow after blow with no noticeable effect on either man. He watched as the people of Downtown took to the streets to take on the invasion of the city by the dawgs.
Chihuahua pulled his barely clothed concubine along by the chain on her neck as the blind man walked in to the midst of the melee. Behind the pair came dozens of canines of all shapes and sizes. They looked almost like some kind of retinue, but far angrier. The dogs were ready to fight, and they immediately started taking their aggression out on the people of Downtown.
Jack reached the peak of his jump and immediately used his flame powers to create a thermal beneath him. This allowed him to slow his descent. Mr. Mayor waited beneath him, ready to catch his prey.
The damn fool doesn’t know he’s right where I want him.
A streak of white and blue struck Mr. Mayor from behind. The metal man stumbled forward at the blow as his attacker came to a stop. Johnny B. Goode looked up at Jack, a dopier grin than usual on his face.
“Keep hitting him!” Jack said as he dropped back down to the ground.
Johnny was a good kid, a simple soul who grew up in the wrong town with the wrong kind of people around him. He was a natural meta, always as exponentially strong as he was slow on the uptake. He could take a beating and dish one out like the best of them, but all he ever wanted was to be hero. He first started to follow Jack around over a year ago. At first he was just a pain, but Jack quickly realized he wasn’t going away. So he did the exact opposite of everything he thought wise and took the kid as a sort of sidekick. He sent Johnny on the easiest of missions, usually the ones that brute force could easily solve. Like kicking the crap out of a would-be ruler that thought he was invincible.
Johnny struck a double handed blow across the back of Mr. Mayor. The concrete splintered beneath Mr. Mayor as his body was driven down. He looked up at Jack as he stood over the injured mayor.
“Keep it up until he’s out, Johnny!” Jack looked in Mr. Mayor’s eyes as he struggled to get to his feet. “Beat him down until he can’t move anymore!”
“But I might hurt him, Jack.”
“He wants to kill us, Johnny. We don’t have time to play nice. Do it!”
Johnny nodded. He drove a boot down in to Mr. Mayor’s back and continued to stomp the man farther in to the ground.
Jack turned back to the rest of the battlefield. He leaped off to help Bulldog against Matrix. This fight was still a long shot, but they might just have a chance now.
In the shadows of a nearby alleyway, the biker known only as Skull Solo watched the battle. He knew he should be out helping his fellow Cabinet members in their fight, but at this point he didn’t much care. His time with the boys was over with now.
“You sure this will work?”
A man in a large, ruffled cloak walked up beside him. The rest of his outfit matched the cloak in audacity if not color. Multiple colors, none matching, all made from various man-made fabrics, mostly polyester. Anyone who saw him would immediately recognize the Gigolo. And any of those people, at least in this part of town would immediately try their hands at killing him.
No one caused more problems for Mr. Mayor than the Gigolo. Nobody.
“Yeah, this will work. With this data I will be able to crippled Downtown and take out Mr. Mayor once and for all.”
“And the money?”
“Twenty million Canadian waiting for you as soon as you hit the border. I’ve got my boys on the outside waiting to smuggle you through the fence.”
Skull pulled the DVD-rom from his vest pocket and placed it in Gigolo’s hand. “Then I guess it’s good doing business with you, boss.”
Gigolo smiled and patted Skull on the back. “Yes it is, my friend. It most certainly is.”
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