» Bait And Switch, All Brotherhood!

[Constrictor]

Prologue

October 29th
1:00 AM
Location: Lucky’s Bar, New York City

It was unseasonably cold, snowing even, as Frankie pulled his Beamer into the alleyway behind Lucky’s. Just a few years ago he would have been pulling into this spot with a feeling of excitement and anticipation. Lucky’s used to be one of the Tulutto families big time hideouts, and Frankie was always treated like royalty. Times change. With Frankie’s absence from the family, his younger brother couldn’t handle everything, and the Tulutto crime syndicate began to crumble. This made way for the Puglisi boys, who with the help of a booming membership since opening their doors to mutants had been slowing taking over Tulutto territory. Of course this expanded territory happened to include Lucky’s, which had become a Puglisi stronghold. That’s why as Frankie pulled the keys from the ignition, and made eye contact with the shadowy bouncer at the back door, he for the first time felt a sense of doubt upon going to Lucky’s.

Frankie had made the commute to the city from Jersey for good reason. He wouldn’t just go walking into his arch-enemies’ home base if it wasn’t for good reason. Just this morning Frankie had received word from the Pugs that they had taken his brother hostage. The ransom? Four hundred grand, hand delivered, no back-up. Basically it was a trap. It was too obvious. An old mafia trick, one that Frankie couldn’t remember the ending of. So there he was, suitcase filled with dirty socks, and armed to the teeth with guns. He knew they wouldn’t pat him down. They knew he was a mutant and figured the guns were less dangerous than his powers.

Frankie grinned at the bouncer as he passed, and old friend, another reason he was sure his armaments were safe. He knew Lucky’s like the back of his hand and booked his way into a back storage room that had been converted into an office about two decades ago.

Pushing through the door, and into the hazy office, Frankie noticed he was quite outnumbered. At least seven to one, but with Frankie’s brother looking like he was about to fall apart, it was more like fourteen on one.

“Took you long enough to fuck this up,” Frankie said to his brother.

Johnnie Puglisi, the current street leader of the Pugs held a sawed-off to the skull of Frankie’s brother. His brother, regaining consciousness, began to try and yell something though the gags. Frankie’s eyes noticed Johnnie’s eyes dart to one of his men. Then there was a popping noise, and Frankie felt something prick his side. He felt his body go numb.

“Don’t try moving Frankie boy, that dart is the real deal. They call it a neutralizer, they of course being the MRD.” Johnnie said looking into the bag of socks, he chuckled.

Frankie’s vision was begging to blur. He felt feverish, almost delusional.

“Didn’t expect you would bring the cash, no. You’re just the bait. You’re done kid. You’re powers are vaporizing as we speak, and then you’ll just be little Francis T.”

Frankie’s knees buckled and he stumbled to the floor. Could this be real?

“Wait until we give your little mutie friends a call. Pretty sure they’ll pay up, wouldn’t want one of their old buddies to lose his “gift” after all. Too bad they’ll be days too late”

Then it all went black.

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October 31st
7:00PM
Abandoned Warehouse

Frankie regained consciousness with his head covered in darkness, a black bag covering his face. Then there was light.

“Welcome back homie,” Johnnie Puglisi said with a greasy smile, “Wakey, wakey.”

Looking around Frankie could see damn near all of the Pugs soldiers, many of them armed with MRD weaponry.

“Like our new gear? Yeah, we ‘re kind of sponsored now,” Johnnie said, checking his watch, “Oh, but look at the time, your little friends will be here any minute. Too bad we don’t have any more of that neutralizer… no matter we’ll bag your friends and get a huge pay day courtesy of the MRD.”

Frankie looked down and noticed he was being held down by ropes. He could easily break through this. Except he couldn’t. He noticed he couldn’t feel the familiar pressure of his tendrils underneath his skin. It was true, his powers were gone… and the Brotherhood would be on their way any minute just in time to walk into a trap.

[Boomer]

Anger. No that was an understatement. Rage. Rage boiled through the mind. The Italian fucker had gotten himself pinched by his enemies and now they were banging on the Brotherhood door for a fucking hand out. Their messenger met his end in the most gory way possible. If they had a diagnosis for it, Doctor's would determine that a plasma ball up the rectum and then exploded was a fatal occurrence. If they needed help determining that they could ask the bloody remains of one Puglisi messenger. Granted he wouldn't be very vocal. The handiwork spoke for itself.

The anger wasn't at the gang bangers or the messenger himself. No it was directed at Frankie and his stupidity. Once again they were to bail his ass out of trouble from his gang ways. There was no money being taken. There was no way she would pay those grease balls a dime for Frankie's worthless ass. No, instead pure fury spurred the Brotherhood towards New York and the meeting spot. Tabby organized the group for only one reason that night. To kill that prick herself. The Puglisi gang were not going to take that satisfaction away from her. She'd rip his god damn head off herself. Then spit in the neck hole and do unspeakable horrors to his corpse. It was the least she could do for the scum sucking fuck up.

The warehouse came within eyesight. It was a trap. That was obvious. Muttering about stupid fucking gangs and their movie stereotypes and cliches, the blond led the movement to the door. Busting it open, eyes fell upon the group and their MRD weapons and the sorry excuse for a mutant tied up to a chair. How easy it would be to move over and break his balls and kill him in like two seconds. "I come not to praise Frankie, I come to fucking kill him!" The words spilled out as she met eyes with Johnnie. "Sorry the bank doesn't allow withdrawals this late. You're gonna have to accept a check. Should I make it out to grease ball, or boss grease ball? Wait forget it, I'll just make it out to check."

Glowing balls of plasma lit up the room and the area around her hands. "It's party time boys. Boom Boom bitches!" Cackling with glee she flung the balls at the fist person she saw. It was good to be queen bitch.

[Midknight]

Mid rode shotgun into New York with his feet up on the dash, an arm out the window, and a Lucky Strike hanging in the corner of his mouth. He kind of felt like some badass character from a Tarantino crime flick. Like John Travolta at the beginning of Pulp Fiction, sitting there riding along all chilled out and shooting the shit despite the fact that he knew he was about to be sending a handful of assholes to meet their maker. He grinned at the idea, and almost started to ask Tabby if she knew what they called a Quarter Pounder in France.

One glance at the girl driving the car told him it wasn't the best idea just yet. She was plenty pissed, and there were going to be lots of Scar-Face-wannabes having to search for their own assholes after she got done. He'd made sure of it, too. Made some crack about having to bail out her "Vegas loverboy's sorry ass." That riled her up real good. He'd found the easiest way to piss her off was to act like he was still hung up on her going at that Italian beenie weenie, and it was always more fun when she was pissed. She was meaner then. He liked mean.

As they pulled into the lot of the warehouse he flicked the smoldering stub of his cigarette out the window and got his feet back under him. "Time to kill some Ities." He pulled a magazine out of his pocket and slid it into place in the handle of the big ass pistol he'd decided he wanted to carry. Boy would Tweety be pissed if she ever decided to show up and check on that veritable friggin' armory she kept in her room. You'd have thought as paranoid as the woman got some times that she'd have had a lock on her door the little stoner couldn't get past with some spare wire, alligator clips and a credit card, but you'd have been wrong too.

He followed Tabitha from the car to the door at the side of the warehouse, staring at her ass like a half-starved dog would stare at a steak. God, she worked every inch of that little body even when she was focused on kicking someone's rectum up around their ears. He got a hold on himself (figuratively of course) as they got closer though, this was no time to be thinking about well-toned thighs wrapped around his head.

"Howdy-fuckin'-doodily boys," he shouted as she kicked the door in. While she gave her quick little speech he ran his eyes over the group inside. He immediately began to think he should have brought more than one gun. "Oh well, fuck it, too late now," he thought, and whipped the gun out in front of him and fired off a shot.

The bullet blasted through a guy's shoulder, a little low and to the side of where he'd aimed, but it was fine because the thing nearly took his arm off. "Holy shit," he said with a chuckle, hesitating to stare at the gore for a moment. Then Tabby's plasma went off and he was pulled back to reality, and began firing off more shots.

[Quill]

“Is this it?” Kyle nudged the short Asian man in the car seat next to him. “Max? Maxy?” With a jerk that almost blackened Kyle's eye Max woke up. “Why do I hang out with you? You're so abusive.”

“I pay you well.” Max stated matter of factly as he stretched in his seat, scratching at his short hair and tattooed chin “Yeah, this is it. Pop the trunk.” He swung his door open and walked around to the back of the car.

“Pop the-? Wait a minute, Max!” Kyle scrambled out of his side of the car, catching his foot on the door frame and falling flat on his face. “I can't open this thing here!” They were actually several warehouses down from where the artificial mutant needed to be and parked in the back of an alley. The car was partially hidden in the darkness yet still easy to spot should a squad car pass by close enough.

“Will you relax.” Max snatched the keys out of the other man's hands and opened the trunk his self. “NYPD doesn't get involved in this kind of shit. They like living too much.” Amazingly that didn't make Kyle feel any better.

“I make it a habit to never ask in this business, but what in the hell do you need all of this stuff for?”

“My mother had a saying,” Max said as he started to load up on weaponry, “something about looking like walking ducks. I forget, but there was a lesson somewhere in it.”

“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it probably is a duck?” Kyle asked dryly.

“That's it.” He jerked the charging handle and grinned when he heard the audible click. “This is quacking like a trap.” And according to the Alpha Bitch it definitely was a trap. Which is why at the last second Max had ducked out of riding into the city with the rest of the Brotherhood. If he was going to walk into a trap on his own volition he wasn't going to do it without a visit with his favorite arms dealer first.

“Whatever you say, Fortune Cookie Boy.”

“Those were invented by an American.” Max stated as he slung a roll of slugs over his shoulder.

“He was an immigrant!”

“Same thing!” Stoner SR-25 in his hands, shotgun on his back, and dual swords on either side of his hips Max reached into the trunk and grabbed one final item. “C4?”

“You weren't very specific on what you needed.” Kyle shrugged. “Consider it a bonus. I'm sure you'll find some use for it.” Max tucked it away and pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket.

“Usual price?” Licking his fingers he counted out an amount and placed it in Kyle's hands. “Always a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Kyle closed the trunk and walked back to the front of the car while double counting his money. “Don't get killed. I can't afford to loose a high payer like you.” He drove off and Max started walking down the line of warehouses to his destination.

By the sound of things as he got closer he could tell that the party had already started. Like hell I'm going through the front door. He felt enough like an idiot for coming here. There were better things he could be doing with his time. There was no reason to do something idiotic too. He didn't why he was even here. Frankie was hardly a friend or an ally. The Brotherhood as a whole was barely an acquaintance and yet here he was about to jump head first into some turf war he had no interest in. About to hurt and possible kill people he didn't know from Adam. That night in the bar with the MRD agents had been different. He had killed and in some instances had gotten a sick satisfaction out of doing it, but his mind could justify it by saying the blood on his hands was for survival. This was an unnecessary chore.

There would be no justification tonight. Just going through the motions and following orders. If I'd wanted to deal with this type of shit I would have stayed in LA and joined the Triad. With those thoughts in mind Max began the painstakingly slow process of climbing to the top of the building.

Once he was on the roof he transversed the length of it, coming to a stop by a skylight and kneeling besides it. With a switchblade he jimmied one of the windows open. “The party has definitely started.” Max passively watched the carnage being wreaked by Boomer and Midknight for a few minutes before he picked up his rifle and aimed it below. The Stoner may not be the best sniper rifle, but it would do. Forgive me Father.

He didn't know who was turning in their grave more. His mother because he had converted and was no longer a Buddhist or his father because he had converted and was now a Catholic. Granted he wasn't a very devote Catholic, but Matthew hadn't been one either. Max's very existence was evidence of that.

He zeroed in on the back of some random guy's head and pulled the trigger. For I have sinned. Maybe if they wrapped this up quickly he could make it to Confession.

This post has been edited by Quill on Oct 21 2009, 12:40 PM

[Skids]

While Sally didn't deem it possible for anybody to be any more pissed than Boomer, she was pretty pissed herself. How stupid could he get? Enough to get himself captured, for christs sakes. She sat in the back of the vehicle with her legs up on the middle rest, fiddling with the pistol in her hands. It was her own weapon, which may have been surprising to some with her track record of all things. But in her early years on the streets she had found it'd be a good thing to have....so she had beat some prick and taken it. She'd probably used it all of two or three times in the past three years.

They arrived at their destination fairly quick and Sally stormed in with the others. Bullets, and Tabby's plasma balls, flew. The bitch laughed. The Pulgsi boys looked taken by surprise. which was ironic considering they had sent the now dead messenger and had expected them.

Her own gunshots fired at the Pulgsi boys, and eyes turned to Frankie as her sheild sprung up to keep anyone who try to lunge at her while she was otherwise occupied. If he hadn't had a chance in hell before, he certainly didn't now.

"Should I do us both a favor? And just end it here?"

[Pyro]

October 31st, one of the most celebrated nights of the year. It was considered Halloween to those whom had parents and trick-or-treat bags; not to mention money. The Brotherhood Base had been rather quiet that evening until sometime past seven in the PM, a messenger came rapping at their chamber door. Come to find out it was one of the Puglisi boys sent to deliver some interesting information. Almost immediately after, Tabitha gathered the team and they all had taken a nice ride down Jersey, their new hometown and base of operations. Apparently, their teammate Frankie had gotten himself into quite the steaming pile so they had set out to save his sorry ass. Pyro didn't actually have any reaction to what had happened to Frankie or what was going to happen. In fact, on the drive there, Pyro had considered torching the whole place with their teammate trapped inside. But the idea vanished once he came to the realization that the guy they were going to save was one of their own - a mutant.

Tabitha and Midknight, as pissed off as Tabby truly was, hardly spoke one word to one another on the way there. Upon arrival, he noticed Midknight checking their leader out as she made her way angrily to the warehouse. It caused a small smirk to firm as he stepped out and pulled up the right sleeve a little of his hoodie to reveal his creation: the igniter glove. Yes, the shark tooth decal had even been placed on its own material to remind John that he was simply one of the most dangerous mutants swimming in a pond full of humans, bloodthirsty even. His gray hues caught sight of the MRD weapons assigned to such lowlives like the Puglisi gang. Maybe it was the fact that it was humans who had created such atrocities against mutant kind but even here, in New Jersey, their mutations had been made public in a way. Well, the Puglisi gang seemed to know who they were calling for the cash so that gave them away pretty well. But they were still fucking stupid and even the young Brotherhood recruit knew this.

Eventually, all hell broke loose when Midknight sent his foot flying through the frame of the door, kicking it in guns blazing. Guns were tools, and only tools would use a loaded weapon. Pyro grew to adore his genetic mutation and preferred the flick of his wrist to a gun. As such, he turned his head slightly and caught sight of fellow member, Quill, and later on Skids. But Pyro was not going to let anything happen to his teammate for he wanted to roast his ass personally when they got back. Mainly because Frankie's stupidity cost John a great Halloween night. Many of the members began firing their guns but it was the flame-manipulating recruit of The Brotherhood that caused a thick smoke to rise within the area courtesy of making flames. It had been thick enough so that they could barely see the mutant team but it apparently worked both ways. He had hoped it didn't cover the entire area as Tabitha and Midknight would need to see in order to attack; Pyro simply lit his way and projected fireballs from his hands.

"Heads up, guys. Figured I'd give us a little bit of cover here. You know, in case things tend to... 'heat up'..." Pyro announced, watching a Puglisi thug walk into his vicinity blindly. At that instant, he brought up his gloved hand and caused a direct flash to occur in the man's eyes which temporarily blinded him. Pyro shoved him aside with a maniacal grin as his eyes were fixated on finding more.

[Spyder]

There it was, the perfect reason for Alice to be dragged away from her Halloween plans. It would be just like Frankie to pull all attention back onto himself, too bad they were probably gunna let him die anyway.

Fingers absently picked at a piece of lace on her dress, having had no time to change out of her costume as the crew was rounded up. Alice followed after Pyro and Skids, huffing softly in annoyance "Let the git rot..." she muttered in her accented tones, staring moodily at the door before it was kicked down.

Miss-matched gaze rolled as Pyro started spouting off his puns, reaching up behind her as each hand grasped a black handled souba. The swords left their holders with an audible shink, rolling her wrists as her blades cut through the air with a soft whirring sound. Spyder moved forwards at her quickened pace, slicing limbs and hacking apart the fake MRD as she moved through the smoke filled building. The cocking of a gun caused her to turn, sweeping both swords in a windmill motion to send the rounds of bullets shooting back into the chest of the gun holder. For good measure her right hand swept forwards and sliced the man's head clean off, sending it rolling across the floor and into Frankie's foot.

[Constrictor]

Frankie sighed to himself as the door burst open and his Brotherhood family entered. Of course, Boomer was in the lead, her mouth spitting venom every which way.

"Shut the fuck up Boo-" Frankie tried to speak, tried to warn her but a gun butt to the back of the head shut him up.

Then came the rest of them. The new girl, the hot head, Skids, and Rayph. All of them looked super pissed, and not just at the Puglisi boys. Like usual Brother fare, things started to get out of hand sooner then later. Frankie recoiled as Rayph missfired, and Boomer began tossing plasma everywhere. Then Spyder started slashing through Puglisi boys, which for a brief moment put a smile on his face. Maybe they were going to get him out of here after all... but Johnnie Pugs was smarter than this, there had to be a catch.

"You're not going to be ending shit if you don't start running toots, Shit is a trap!" Frankie barked at Skids as she approached him.

But it was too late, Frankie could see the smile on Johnnie's face. Here came the punch line...

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Things had gone according to plan... or as close to plan as possible. Johnnie knew he might lose a few of his soldiers but it didn't matter. He had branched out recently, outsourced to some very dangerous people. Or to be more accurate, some very dangerous mutants. He reached for a whistle around his neck and blew it loudly, and things seemed to stop for a moment. Suddenly, as though they were hidden behind some sort of invisible barrier, several figures appeared in the warehouse and sprung themselves onto the Brotherhood.

A woman, with fiery red hair appeared only feet from Boomer. She caught some of the smaller palsma balls in her hands, the other seemingly absorbed into her molten skin. Grinning, she opened her arms wide and enveloped Boomer with a massive bearhug.

"A little too hot for ya?" She cackled as she tightened her grip. Not only was this woman super strong, but the temperature of her skin could reach extremely high levels. At the moment she was making herself just hot enough to give Boomer a mild sunburn.

Behind Rayph a petite woman appeared, her skin apparently made of crystal. Like the others, they had been hired for specific reasons, in this case to take out Midknight. Her skin, and her mutation allowed her to absorb light, and redirect it. Not to mention being made out of crystal made her extremely durable. With a echoing CRACK she smacked the back of Rayph's head, sending him to the floor. "Relax baby, we wouldn't want any more misfires now would we?" The woman said leaning over the woozy Midknight.

Spyder, who was working her way though the Puglisi boys lower ranks suddenly found herself face to face with a massive hulking woman with a big grin on her face."You're fast, I'll give you that, but there's no way in hell you're faster then sound!". With a slight twitch, the woman let off what appeared to be a sonic wave of sound energy directed right at Spyder. The walls around them shook and plaster fell from the ceiling, as the woman bellowed with laughter. Spyder crumbled to the floor, the woman was right, she was fast but not fast enough.

Pyro's fireballs were suddenly sent back in his direction as yet another woman appeared. The woman was holding several flaming sticks, and was breathing fire from them. "Anything you can do, I can do HOTTER!" She bellowed, "And and don't try any funny business, I think you'll find yourself a little short of breath". She grinned, reducing the amount of oxygen around Pyro's flame throwers to nothing.

Meanwhile on the roof, Quill was too involved with picking off Puglisi's to notice a massive figure looming over him until it was to late. A massive creature, half woman half... shrew picked him up and pile drove him trough the window. Crash landing on the warehouse floor below, the shrew-woman smirked as she dusted off her shoulder. "Caught smilely here on the roof, thought i would give him the express ride to the party."

Skids, moving closer to Frankie, must of had a laps of focus as the final woman revealed herself inside of her larger than normal shield. "Hi!" The bubbly woman said with a smile before punching Skids directly in the nose, "Bye!" She said with a wave as Skids crumbled to the ground.

"Ladies, so glad you could make it!" Johnnie said, clapping his hands, "Pardon my manners my Brotherhood friends, but I forgot to introduce you. First we have Briquette, quite the fiery young lass with the ability to absorb and give off heat. The perfect playmate for you right.... Boomer?" Johnnie had produced a manilla folder. Thanks to the MRD he had purchased files on all Brotherhood members and had assembled the perfect counter force, "Next we have Prism, who I believe you've already met Midknight. The big woman with the bigger voice is Tremolo, she's quite the loud personality no?"

Johnnie sauntered over to the girl that had appeared in front of Skids, "This is Vague, the little lady that made this all possible. Invisibility, not a bad deal. Our party crasher there is Shrew, quite an odd power she has, but useful none the less. Lastly we have Flambe, the perfect counter for the little hot head. Together they are Hell's Belles, a clever little title."

Johnnie waltzed back over to Frankie, and through his arm around the stallion's shoulders.

"Thanks to Frankie boy here, I made sure I had the perfect team to counter the almighty Brotherhood. Now that I have your attention, I have a proposal for you. Face it, your little mutant edge is awash. You can't fight us, the other rival gangs, the MRD, and whoever else you've pissed off lately. Simply stated you've become to big for your britches."

Johnnie grabbed Frankie hair and lifted his head up, the former mutant provided no resistance.

"We've already got what we want, so we don't want your money, not now anyway. Our request of you is twofold. One; you start giving us a cut of your profits. We would ask you for your turf, but like I said before, one shouldn't be expanding prematurely. Two; in exchange for your hard earned money, we provide you with the chance to work with us. Whenever we need your services, you have to oblige, much like our female friends here."

"So whaddya say Ms. Boomer? Don't try any funny business either, or you'll find yourself... plasmaless. Also, did I mention the MRD doesn't really like you guys? The bounty for just one of you would be quite enough to keep us occupied for quite some time."

((OOC: Alright here is the wiki post for the Hell's Belles So, you have a few options here, make a deal, try to fight back, whatever.))

[Oak]

Oak was sitting in his new truck enjoying some music as an other truck drove towards him. The new arrival flashed two times with its lights, Oak did the same, and both lights of the trucks died. He and some other guy walked to each other. “You have the shit?” “It’s in the truck” They said as the man walked to the back of his truck and inspected his stuff. “It’s a dea…” The man was interrupted by Oak’s phone as he gestured that he had to take this as he had seen that it was the others. He pulled the phone from his ear as he heard shouting on the other side but he was able to understand where he had to go for the fight. “Got any heavy tools?” Oak asked the other guy as he shut his phone. “For my favourite customer and supplier? Always. The man smiled as if he was going to kill someone in cold blood.

Driving fast through the traffic towards the warehouse where Franky was being hold by some of his rival family. “You own me now.” Oak said as he adjusted his mirror and looked to the gun he had just bought. The gatling gun was shining in his trunk because of the light of the city and the look of the heavy equipment brought a smile to his face. He always wanted to use it but never had he seen the use of buying it till today.

Stopping in the ally on the side of the building and Oak got out of his truck. He grabbed the gun, put the ammunition pack on his back and turned in his tree form. He let his arm grow around the gun so that they couldn’t kick it from his wooden hand. He heard on the inside of the warehouse complete chaos meaning that the fight was already started, which could mean he was maybe to late to enjoy the fight himself.

Aiming the gun towards the wall and let the beauty hum till a loud and fast rattling was heard from it followed by the sound of lead colliding with concrete. On the inside bullets flew from the wall slowly creating a hole like shape till the shots stopped and with one swift kick the piece of concrete fell on top of some lower members.

“A cut of our profits you say? Alright, I hope you don’t mind if I pay in lead.” Just as he finished those words he started to shoot towards the strangers who had beaten so to seen beaten the others. He forced a few to run from the spray of bullets he blasted towards them. Many non mutant enemies were shred by his weapon. He saw a flicker of fire from his side and held his free arm to catch the flames so that his body wouldn’t be hit. But before he could react he was tackled to the ground by someone, lifted up, throw through the warehouse, set a flame for a bit in the air and hit the wall on the other side.

He turned back to normal, sliding from the hole his body had created and hit the floor. The gun fell to the ground also with a loud bang the moment he had turned back. He looked angry to the group of female mutants for beating him so easily.

[Boomer]

Like typical when it came to the Brotherhood's endeavors, it had all gone to hell in a hand basket pretty fast. Some all bitch squad of mutants were making them look like rank amateurs. Then the ugly fuck that trapped them waved around their files and made demands. Fuck that shit. There was no way the Brotherhood would cow tow to shit like that. After all they had been through to dig themselves up after Magneto ditched them, there was no chance they were going to play this shit game. The Brotherhood was a force to be reckoned with and it was time to show that.

"Go to hell you piece of shit. You're not getting a dime of our money. Go ahead and kill or fuck or whatever you want to do with Frankie. But it'll be a cold day in hell before I let a tiny dicked borderline homosexual threaten me." Struggling against Briquette's grip, she glared daggers at the woman. "Keep your hands to yourself you fucking Home Depot dyke."

Then all it all came crashing down again as Oak arrived on the scene. Gunfire ripped through the building and people as the tree mutant arrived. Swiftly he was defeated but it was just the opening the Brotherhood leader needed. Internally a plasma ball began to grow and grow. As long as the woman didn't notice it Boomer would keep creating it. With a large hiccup and belch the large plasma ball shot out and exploded, vaporizing concrete and a few fallen bodies in it's wake. The concussion force sent the two women tumbling, and a well placed punch to the neck secured the blond's freedom.

Leaving Briquette on the ground, the blond began flinging plasma every which way towards her teammates to help them in any way. Then she became one tracked in her mind. Johnnie. The ugly fucker was gonna get his. Surging forward she had him around the neck before any others could move. Plasma glowed in her eyes and her hands, as she kicked Frankie to wake him up. "Wake up you bitch. You dragged us into this fucking mess, you're gonna watch as I do what you should have done a long time ago. I'm gonna pop this bitches head off like a pimple."

Tightening the fist she caught Johnnie's eyes. "You should have done better Johnnie boy. Now I'm gonna fucking kill you. You just learned you're last lesson. You don't fuck with the Brotherhood!"

[Midknight]

-clickclickclick- The magazine was empty. Too bad. He’d enjoyed putting massive craters in the bodies of this Puglisi bastard’s boys. Maybe a bit too much by some peoples standards, but he’d keep using the Brotherhood and the couple of mercenaries he’d run into in his life as a comparison. Just to make sure he came out on the right side, yaknow? ”About time for some real fun, huh?” he said to Sally with a laugh as he ducked behind her, using her shield to protect himself while he got out his proper tools.

Rayph rolled out from behind Skids and made a run for some destroyed filing cabinets that he could use as a little less mobile form of protection. He was about to unleash the first cutting laser when some weird bitch showed up and grabbed Tabby. ”What in the-CRACK!” Mid doubled over and hit the floor cradling the back of his head.

”Sonuva… oh, you’re gonna get it now,” he spat angrily, clambering back up off the ground. The area got a good bit dimmer as he pulled as much light as he could manage to himself and hurled it at the crystalline girl as a barrage of tiny, cutting lasers. Then he was forced to watch in mild astonishment as she seemed to absorb the ones that actually hit her, the rest spearing through the wall behind her. ”Well fuck if that aint a good trick. I tell you what though, I got something else you can absorb.” Mid grabbed his crotch and shook it all at the girl with one hand and swung for her jaw with the other. Yet another screw up. He sat and listened to Johnny’s speech while he hugged his injured fist to his chest and glared at Diamondtits. Just like a wannabe to start monologing his whole plan like some damn comic book villain, even when his captives were fellow villains of a sort.

Hell broke loose again for a short time as Oak busted in and turned the place into his personal shooting gallery. ”FUCK YEAH TREEBEARD, SHOW THESE BITCHES HOW THE BROTHERHOOD DOES SHIT!” The little show was over almost before Rayph could finish his sentence, but it had apparently provided enough distraction for Boomer to get free. Or at least he guessed since there was plasma going off all over the place, including right against his preplanned playmate’s face, a few seconds later.

”-Screw this shit, I’m not sticking around to get another crystal fist to the head,-“ he thought as he darted off. He wasn’t leaving either, that much was apparent by his course. This mobster jackass had custom tailored a team to counter each of their powers, but he apparently hadn’t counted on them deciding to change dance partners. Surely they couldn’t all be immune to his powers, and he had a pretty good feeling Prism could only absorb light, not bend and move it like him. And there was only one looking the right way to not see him coming.

”Hey Matchlight,” he called to Pyro as he ran, ”your new friend looks hot. Trade?” Almost in punctuation of his words Mid lashed at the fire-breather’s back with a focused beam of light as if it were a whip.

[Pyro]

All seemed to be going fine and dandy for The Brotherhood as they made their way past thugs and criminals from every nook and cranny inside the building. But there was always room for a good surprise and it just so happened that Johnnie had just the right surprise for them - in the form of angry females. Once the smoke cleared, it was clear that these women were no ordinary females and they too had superhuman abilities. But they also apparently knew their respected opponent's powers as well. First, Pyro noticed Boomer getting approached by a fiery woman of immense heat. Then, a very peculiar being sneaked upon Midknight and knocked him down hard. This turned out to be one of Johnnie's better ideas and it seemed like he had done his homework on The Brotherhood themselves; how fortunate for them.

Awaiting Pyro was a fire-breather, but an ordinary carnie this chick most definitely was not! His own fireballs were sent back towards him and knocked him back into a wall. As he slid down he noticed that his igniter glove wasn't working properly. This struck him as odd considering his mastery of the flame and, as it is, he had refueled the proper amount earlier. He glanced up wide-eyed and realized that not only could she control his own fire but reduce the amount of oxygen his igniter glove thrived on. Yeah, this was fucking wonderful all right. Frankie was certainly going to have problems when this was all said and done.

Every single one of them had been incapacitated by whom Johnnie referred to as "Hell's Belles", clever enough. Johnnie listed off all of their adversaries to give the mutant team at least the honor of knowing who they were being defeated by. God, if only Pyro could shut that mouth up permanently...

Sometime later, Pyro noticed one of the team's own entering the building and played it off as if he was going to pay; it nearly fooled Pyro. But Oak had burst in, guns blazing, and laying it to some of the Puglisi boys but he, too, was taken down by the Belles eventually. He noticed Tabitha's obvious anger but her willingness to continue fighting for the team and it motivated Pyro to do the same. Johnnie wanted their turf? Most of the profits they worked so hard to obtain? Hell no. Always the cocky one, Pyro turned his head whilst laughing to himself as he glanced back up at Johnnie and the Belles with that arrogance as plain as day.

"You won't get far, Johnnie boy. See, the one thing The Brotherhood knows how to do best is work as a team. Not even the pieces of shit you can dig up have that one up over us," he grinned. There was truth to his words as he spoke them. Pyro knew that The Brotherhood worked as a team, lived as partners and fought as allies. The Belles proved that they could only take one at a time to counter each respected member. But as a team, they wouldn't last. As soon as Boomer and Midknight proved they could overcome such odds it was Pyro who got to his feet and looked at Midknight with a clever smirk.

"Very funny. Let's get this over with!" Pyro announced, watching his teammate knock down Flambe so he could focus on Prism for the time being. His middle finger slid across the dial and activated his own flame, giddy that it worked. He quickly outstretched his right arm and shot a flame into the eyes of Prism to blind the once indestructible being. She may have been all diamond but the eyes are the most sensitive part of the body; or so he'd heard. Then, as it happened, Pyro slowly started to bring both arms up and a flamebird of immense size and mass formed as he controlled it to make use of its talons, carrying Prism off outside to drop her from a height somewhere. See the diamond form survive that. And almost immediately, Pyro turned to Spyder and attempted to help her as he produced smoke from his flames in an attempt to choke Tremolo and halt her sound. Turning, he stared at Spyder and flashed a quick wink. "She's all yours," he assured as he stood with Midknight and the others, arms folded over his chest.

This post has been edited by Pyro on Oct 26 2009, 03:24 PM

[Skids]

"Oh yeah." Sally grinned in reply as Rayph ducked behind her, allowing her shield to expand without so much of a thought. After years of using it it had become so habital she hardly had to think about it anymore. Just as he rolled out from behind her protection though they went down to the next level Hell of it seemed. As they always did. Some one up above, or down below, seriously had it out to get them.

Saly blinked rapidly a few times as the woman appeared in front of her, but wasn't able to connect the dots till she was on the ground in front of Vauge. Her hand moved, the back of it brushing across her face. It came away smeared with the red, thick, substance. "YOU BITCH!" She shrieked, taking the moment of Oaks entrance and Boomers distraction together to get back on her feet. And fuck her nose hurt. "Fucking, bitch! It had better not be broken or you'll wish you were dead with all the shit I'm gonna do to you...," A stiletto clad foot shot up, the pointed heel connecting in that small place between the girls ribs. That had to hurt. "Fuck it, I'm gonna break all your bones anyway."

[Quill]

He was bleeding. Blood trailed form his nose, from his mouth, and from little cuts torn into his skin by the shards of glass embedded in him. He was truly in a decent amount of pain, but the smile on his face would have put the Joker to shame. They were seriously called the Hell's Belles? What a weak ass name. “You want us on your payroll? At your beck and call?” Quill slowly stood up and pressing his thumb to his crooked nose he snapped it back into place with a crack. “It's no wonder they're so willing to be your pets.” He snorted out a kiwi sized ball of snot and blood. “Bitches this ugly wouldn't make a dime as prostitutes.” His eyes settled on probably the ugliest of them all.

A porcupine against a shrew. How fitting. “I'm only smiling because you've given me reason to, gruesome.” He extended all his quills, even the venomous ones. “Wanna try tackling me again?” He didn't even wait for an answer before he shot at Shrew. Curling both hands into tight fist he slammed the quills growing from his knuckles right into her pelvis. Quill had to show this Shrew-bitch his gratitude for making it personal. Thank you, Father, but I won't need your forgiveness. There would be justification tonight.

[Spyder]

Everything seemed to happen at once, they were gaining and all of a sudden the world started to suck. Alice slowly picked herself up of the ground, rolling the tension in her shoulders as she got up. "Ay 'ate America..." she muttered, listening to the ramblings of the so called 'leader'. Spyder scoffed lightly, holding her spot until hell broke loose once more.

Smirking slightly a wink was given to Pyro, in the blink of an eye she was quicky behind the giant of a woman "Ay ain't only fast.." she growled, wrapping her arms around the belle and squeezing. Alice let go once she heard a satisfying crunch, diving into a roll and coming back onto her feet with a double bladed sword in each hand.

The blades sliced through the air until making contact with skin, the idea was not to cut deep or to remove limbs. On the contrary, the point was to make hundreds of tiny slices to watch the woman bleed out slowly.

[Constrictor]

The tree mutant had ruined everything. Johnnie could only watch as his plans and his team crumbled around him. A scowl ran across his lips as Boomer grabbed him by the throat.

"Like I said bitch, we already got what we want for now," His eyes darted towards Frankie, "And we sure as fuck won't forget this."

With a smirk, his hand flicked a switch around his waist.

"I might not have powers, but I do enjoy a nice toy now and then...." Johnnie's words drifted off as he seemingly vanished in thin air.

Any living Puglisi boys and the Hell's Belles followed suit, all of them equipped with personal teleportation devices. The Brotherhood had won this day, but the Puglisi's had done their damage, and they would be back...

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Oak burst onto the scene, guns blazing. Frankie never thought he'd enjoy seeing the jolly green giant, but he couldn't help but smirk. That's what was great about the Brotherhood, despite the fact that most of them couldn't really stand each other, deep down they were all the others had. Although none of them would admit it, they were a family and they didn't like to see their family fucked with.

The distraction was just enough for the Brotherhood to regroup under the lead of Boomer.

"Shut the fuck up Boomer and untie me for christ sakes!" Frankie bellowed after Boomer kicked him back into consciousness.

Frankie could only watch as the number one on his shit-list vanished. Typical. Johnnie had always been a coward and always would be, it ran in the Puglisi blood line. They'd rather live a coward than die with pride.

"Thanks..." Frankie grumbled, as his team came to his aid. He was battered and bruised, for the first time in a long time. There would be hell to pay, "this shit isn't over"

((OOC: Alrighty guys, one more post from everyone should round this one out))

This post has been edited by Constrictor on Nov 6 2009, 08:43 PM

[Boomer]

All the fury that was yet to be unleashed built up to a crescendo as the fat bastard vanished within her hands. All around his men and the bitches all vanished as well. An inhuman scream emerged from her lips, as plasma rained down upon the far wall and blew it into atoms almost. Seething, eyes fell upon Frankie and his complaining about being untied. It was all his fucking fault. Every moment they came up against the mob it was cause of his damn stupid ass. If he wasn't useful she would have killed him already. Kicking him over, she smiled as the chair broke thus breaking his bonds.

"There, now you're fucking untied."

Turning to the others, she began pacing. "I can't believe they just waltzed us in and kicked our asses then ran like pussy bitches. This is all your fucking fault Frankie. You're so damn lucky I don't just blow your head off right now. If you weren't so damn useful sometimes."

A deep breath was taken. "That's it. No more of this shit. The shit list has been upgraded to fucking Shock and Awe. The Puglisi boys. The local gangs. The X-Men. Any of those fuckers. They come across us we rain hell upon their heads. I'm done with this shit. The Brotherhood is back, and there will be fucking hell to pay if any cross us."

[Oak]

Scrambling to his feet he saw the others fight the other gang and made them flee. Wiping some sooth of his clothing he watched Boomer give her little 'speech' and he was not crazy enough to interrupt her while she was like this. So he grabbed the over sized gun and attached it to a hook on the ammonition bag on his back.

"Great job Franky, why don't you make some people angry so that they can send sentinels after us." He said calm as he walked past Franky.

This post has been edited by Oak on Nov 9 2009, 01:30 PM

[Quill]

“Son of a bitch.” How could those bastards just run off with their tails between their legs? And right when things were getting good too. He should have tagged Shrew with an open palmed hit when he had the chance. Would have left her with something to really remember him by. For however long she lived afterwards, anyway.

Max retracted his quills and went off in search of his rifle as he listened to Boomer rant. He finally found the Stoner and went through a quick functions check. He couldn't help the grin that appeared when he heard the satisfying click of the trigger and felt the recoil as he fired off a round. Still worked. “Sounds like a fun time for all, to me.”