Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 8:05:02 GMT -5
“Titans West Chapter 7 — The Other Us!”
Written by: Archkid
Co-conspirator/Editor: Power Guy
Germany, Earth-3…
A large palace towered over Germany, a stylized letter “A” placed several places on the palace. The palace was incredibly large, and suited for gods, just like its owner wanted. The palace went stretched to Poland, and towered over both countries easily. The palace’s owner walked down its majestic halls, watching several people, tired, underfed people. They were his slaves working to make the palace even more perfect. The palace had everything he could want, and everything his prize possession, his “loving” wife could want. But the only thing his wife wanted was Anti-Kryptonite.
He is Avatar, son of Super Girl and Power Ring, two of the most vile villains ever to walk the Earth, once. He was a forgotten child. His mother more interested in finding a better mate and his father focused on killing anything that moved. Growing up wasn’t easy for the boy, but he coped, and now he owned ten countries, over three continents, and owned Amerika’s West Coast. He remembered how it all started out, being summoned from five years ago, in order to finally and brutally kill Mordru the Merciful, and helping the other Syndicate conquer the Gemworld. However, it was the other Syndicate’s leader who kept Avatar from achieving his dream. They both assembled powerful squads and warred with each other, losing soldiers on both sides. Not that Avatar cared as almost everyone but his precious wife was expendable to him.
He arrogantly walked down the halls of his marvelous palace, reaching the master bedroom. His wife, the daughter of Ultraman and Superwoman, the astronaut turned ultra-powerful overlord and the Amazonian war-monger. His wife, Ultra Girl, sat on their bed, it was obvious to him what she was doing by the way she shook all over. She was getting her fix on Anti-Kryptonite. The Titanium needle pierced her almost invulnerable skin, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Her sickly looking self changed into an image of pure power and beauty.
“Beloved, once again you abuse my gift to you.” Avatar coldly said, his voice was deep and overpowering, his eyes laughing wickedly at how weak the impossibly powerful woman was. “I have your food, drink and toothpaste laced with Anti-Kryptonite, you sad, pathetic little addict.”
“Please, Avatar, I--I--I need my fix. I need it. You have to understand…” Ultra Girl replied, her powerful image didn’t mask her eyes glaze over, or sweat drip down her face.
“We all have our quirks, beloved, I, for one need trophies, the finest of everything, the giant penny from the Owl’s Nest, for one, or you, the perfect woman, strong, powerful and weak-willed.” Avatar laughed, “But, honestly, if marrying you wasn’t the only way to make you mine, we wouldn’t be husband and wife.”
***
Greenland, Earth-3…
A giant stone fortress covered in snow carved a shadow over Greenland. The fortress belonged to the lunatic known as Frostbite, a man with no morals. His fortress was room after room of “ice-sculptures”, if only that’s what they were. Frostbite took great pleasure of searching for people, anyone who he thought looked like they were a piece of art and froze them. He made them into pure ice.
His life revolved around collecting his statues, it was Avatar’s reluctant allowance of Frostbite’s hobby that made him switch Syndicates. Of course, all the other Syndicate had to offer Frostbite was allowance of his hobby and he’d have turned on Avatar before the war began. Frostbite looked outside his fortress, his guards, two female, five male, they could make perfect ice-sculptures…
A noise made Frostbite look back, his Syndicate communicator was going off, meaning Avatar wanted him to fight again. Meaning the war was continuing on. Frostbite ran to the teleporter spheres and climbed in his, appearing in Avatar’s palace…
***
London, England, Earth-3…
Comet King smirked. His greatest pleasure was controlling people, stripping them of emotions, thoughts, their own identity and making them brainless slaves to his will. Comet King’s thick beard moved, ever so slightly, as a smile came through it, he was currently enslaving two sisters, not knowing either’s name, he found them trying to flee the country but he captured them. All those who were traveling with them were killed. The two women forced to watch each of their companions’ death while being coldly reminded that they were spared.
It made Comet King laugh. His mother was a hero, one his father used to his will in the days of old. Major Comet manipulated Justice Underground to the point that they fought with the Crime Syndicate and apparently died, only to come back years later, for him to be born. Comet King smirked as the sisters stood as still as statues. They couldn’t do anything he didn’t want them to. He laughed coldly and flew into the sky. He would fly to Germany, after all, why shouldn’t he?
***
The Panopticon, the Moon-3…
Cosmos smiled, he’d committed three hundred and ninety two crimes, each one at a different location around the globe. He was feared, he was power, and most of all, with the star rod he was unstoppable. Cosmos was the most vain, terrible and unholy member of the Syndicate of Terror-West. He was one of the first Syndicate’s members, having blackmailed his way onto the team. Now he controlled the Panopticon, the Crime Syndicate’s old moon-base.
Cosmos was responsible for everything in the Panopticon, little trinkets the Syndicate collected in their glory days. His cold, lifeless, hate-filled eyes watched over the planet. It was over.
He’d seen the world torn down anew on the day the time-traveling Justice Underground dared try and use the Mall of Sin to save the world, he was a bystander to the onslaught. Half of the Justice Underground never escaped back to their time.
Cosmos smirked, he’d joined the team after killing Soundwave. He personally beat that idiot and took his body to the Mall of Sin. The call to arms sounded, and reluctantly, Cosmos disappeared to Germany. Another attack on the Syndicate by the other, original Syndicate…
***
Germany, Earth-3, again…
Now the Syndicate of Terror-West were assembled, in their short career they killed Microbe, the Machine, Luthor and Brainiac. They had killed them all, and they even killed their one-time fiercest enemies, The Cards…
Only five of the Syndicate-West was left. A battle with their East Coast counterparts left many of their own dead. The same for the other side. Beetle and Jewel had died, just to name a few. The others were survivors, Avatar would tell you that.
Now, Germany’s defenses were gone, and the Syndicate couldn’t help but sigh, as a bomb dropped from above. Ultra Girl hit it with heat vision, Cosmos hit it with the star rod, and the Shadow Man was wrapped around it and still the bomb hit. The great palace of Avatar was destroyed, and the Syndicate, they were gone.
***
Germany, Earth-1…
Five figures dropped from the sky. Avatar bled. He looked hurt, but only because he wished to. His wife, his weak wife looked like she was crying out in need of another fix. Cosmos stood over his wife, staring at her chest, with little care of what Avatar would do to him. Comet King simply looked around, probing the land around them. As for Frostbite, he simply started looking for new ‘sculptures’.
The Syndicate members looked at each other. “What just happened?” Asked Avatar coldly, as he looked at the man who dared glance at his wife in that way.
“It would seem we are in another world. Part of the multiverse, I believe. Perrhaps we have counterparts like our parents did. Like for instance, you could have a do-gooder double, Avatar, sir.” Comet King said, having read the mind of the nearest person, and turning them into a brain-dead slave.
“Do-gooders? That’s worse than the losers we split from…and their stupid mall HQ…” Cosmos yelled, he was always the questionable ally of Avatar’s, mainly because of his affairs with Ultra Girl.
“Shut up! We need to think! The Metro Market, would it still exist in this world? Or a sick, twisted parody of it at least?” Avatar yelled angrily. He hated this team, he hated the other Syndicate more, with their Ultraman wannabe, their Power Ring…did they kill those morons? No, no, he didn’t think so…
“Um…yeah, you wanna go there?” Ultra Girl asked. Looking at her husband shyly, afraid of him but more afraid that he’d cut off her fix. She shivered, her last fix was wearing off, she’d need another, she just knew it.
“Ooh…another me, I bet he’d make a glorious sculpture, the best in my entire collection.” Frostbite happily expressed, causing a strange stare from Cosmos.
“Okay, Cosmos, you carry Frostbite to this…whatever it is in place of the Metro Market, Comet King, psychically scan this place and meet us there!” Avatar ordered, as the team split, heading to what they knew as the ‘Metro Market’.
***
Downtown L.A., Earth-1, more than a few hours later…
A movie theatre was a great place for a date, even if Sigurd Nansen was more than nervous about dating a guy in public. He always knew America as close-minded, but Jemstone and Supergirl assured him he was going to do fine. Bee-Sting grunted at him for interrupting her repair work after the fight with the Global Guardians. Her gear was ruined, and Bee-Sting set on proving she could fix it, and make it ten times better.
Unfortunately, Sigurd’s confidence never quite worked, so, he needed some friends to accompany him. The Arachnid volunteered, but wouldn’t take off his costume, he said he wanted the people to notice the brave hero. Sigurd asked him what hero, in jest. Starman decided to come when he found out that Supergirl was going. Bee-Sting had nothing to do after being taken off monitor duty, and was told to do something besides lab work by Wonder Warrior so she tagged along too.
The young, almost heroic batch wore plain, nice, ‘going-out’ clothes, except the Arachnid of course They started to become quite bored as Sigurd waited for Hermes to drop by. A blue and darker blue blur appeared from nowhere, and there stood Hermes. “Sorry I’m late, a little problem in Greece needed my attention…” Hermes shyly said. “Why’s the bug guy in his costume?”
“I like my costume…” The Arachnid muttered. He looked at Starman, “Why’s Spaceman growing a pony-tail? Huh? How about that?”
“I think it’s cute.” Supergirl said, before realizing she said it out loud. “I mean…um, y’know, I like it.”
“Thanks S-girl.” Starman smiled, “Um…can we go see the movie now Ice?”
“I always find it weird how much time Bug-boy and the Space-Ace spend together. I think Icemanling’s not the only one on the team who’s on the other team…” Bee-Sting said cruelly, more than happy to make fun of her teammates, especially those two.
“You’re despicable lady!” The Arachnid shot back.
“Keep quacking Daffy!” Bee-Sting retorted.
“Lovely people you work with Sigurd.” Hermes smiled warmly.
“They’re not all bad, Admes. Really, they’re just…dysfunctional, and apparently today they’re Looney Tunes. I can’t say I’m surprised.” Icemanling smiled back. He actually started to think joining the Titans West was the best decision he’d made.
***
The Metrotower, L.A., Earth-1…
“This is it? Where are the morons lining up to get food, in exchange for the riches I need?” Avatar asked, he loathed what he saw. It was a tall place of non-profit business. He hated what he saw. It was a pale imitation of what he knew.
“I can’t feel any Anti-K around…oh God, they don’t have it here! Avie, I need some Anti-K! I need it!” Ultra Girl shouted. She wanted, no, make that needed her fix. It was taking up all of her energy to stop thinking about it, even for a moment.
“Let’s blast this thing open…I’m sure we can kill our pathetic doppelgangers and find you some Anti-K” Cosmos offered, aiming his star rod at the Metrotower.
“And what will that do to us?” Frostbite asked, hanging tightly onto Cosmos’ back. He squeezed tighter after asking his question.
“Okay…Frostbite…you’re officially scaring me…” Cosmos said, feeling Frostbite really squeeze now.
“Excuse me lady and gents, but, um…” Wonder Warrior started, having exited the Metrotower, and flown out to greet these strangers in front, he planned to politely ask them to leave, but, “Hey, Supergirl? Icemanling? Kid Comet? What are you guys…?” Wonder Warrior started, not having seen Avatar. Avatar viciously cracked Wonder Warrior over the skull with a much mightier enhanced fist.
“Hey, I’ve got a twin. A girlie twin who wears pink. Why am I not surprised?” Avatar coldly commented. “Ah well, at least I’m not ugly…”
“I’ll say!” Frostbite whistled.
“I’m this close to dropping you, you pale freak!” Cosmos shouted, he was sick of Frostbite, the guy creeped him out.
“Shut it! Frostbite, Cosmos, go inside and find out everything about the other us. Find out where they are now, ‘cause no wimpy, sissy version of the Syndicate of Terror’s going to be running around.” Avatar commanded.
***
Inside the Metrotower…
Cosmos and Frostbite entered the base, the computers fooled into thinking they were Starman and Icemanling. The two villains looked around the base, and found what they were looking for. The monitor room, in there sat Jemstone.
On their world, their version of Jemstone died, well, in the way an energy being can die. Neither man really knew her well, but both almost regretted attacking her for information. Cosmos first attacked, his star rod tearing into her hard energy form. Before she could fight back, Frostbite froze her every particle in place. The two men quickly sat at the main monitor desk and found out where the Titans were thanks to their communicators.
The two villains started to walk away, Cosmos swearing several times under his breath about how strange and creepy Frostbite is. As the two left the monitor room, pink energy flashed, and the ice keeping Jemstone together melted instantly. She fell to the ground, burned out, it seemed. Her communicator activated. “Titans West…run…” She murmured, before falling unconscious.
***
Downtown L.A….
“That movie sucked! ‘Let’s see a movie Arachnid!’, ‘It’s for Icemanling!’, ‘I’ll pay for you’. Sucked!” The Arachnid whined, he looked at his teammates, all of which were trying to ignore him.
“That’s nice…” Supergirl said, looking at Starman. Her response was to the Arachnid, but she obviously didn’t actually hear him.
“Halt! Titans West!” Avatar roared, his team floating down to the mostly powerless group. “And the gay Greek from the Global Guardians, I am Avatar,”
“Wonder Warrior…did you hit your head?” Icemanling asked, walking up to the villainous version of the Titans’ leader.
“No…I’m not that little girl. I’m Avatar!” Avatar shouted at Icemanling.
“The Last Airbender?” Starman asked, “Not that I possibly know what that is…”
“I’m Avatar! I’m the leader of the Syndicate of Terror-West! My team and I are here to kill you morons! We figure, you’re idiots, we aren’t. It’ll be an easy fight. After all, it’s not like you can actually equal us. Your ‘Starman’ left his ‘cosmic rod’ at the Metrotower. Your ‘Bee-Sting’ doesn’t have your gear, ‘Jemstone’ was frozen solid, and, c’mon, the three biggest threats are the bug, the frozen freak and the blonde.” Avatar sneered.
“And, we’ll still beat you.” The Arachnid laughed. “C’mon, you’re just evil doppelgangers.”
“Cosmos, Comet King, kill that moron first.” Avatar commanded.
To Be Continued…
Written by: Archkid
Co-conspirator/Editor: Power Guy
Germany, Earth-3…
A large palace towered over Germany, a stylized letter “A” placed several places on the palace. The palace was incredibly large, and suited for gods, just like its owner wanted. The palace went stretched to Poland, and towered over both countries easily. The palace’s owner walked down its majestic halls, watching several people, tired, underfed people. They were his slaves working to make the palace even more perfect. The palace had everything he could want, and everything his prize possession, his “loving” wife could want. But the only thing his wife wanted was Anti-Kryptonite.
He is Avatar, son of Super Girl and Power Ring, two of the most vile villains ever to walk the Earth, once. He was a forgotten child. His mother more interested in finding a better mate and his father focused on killing anything that moved. Growing up wasn’t easy for the boy, but he coped, and now he owned ten countries, over three continents, and owned Amerika’s West Coast. He remembered how it all started out, being summoned from five years ago, in order to finally and brutally kill Mordru the Merciful, and helping the other Syndicate conquer the Gemworld. However, it was the other Syndicate’s leader who kept Avatar from achieving his dream. They both assembled powerful squads and warred with each other, losing soldiers on both sides. Not that Avatar cared as almost everyone but his precious wife was expendable to him.
He arrogantly walked down the halls of his marvelous palace, reaching the master bedroom. His wife, the daughter of Ultraman and Superwoman, the astronaut turned ultra-powerful overlord and the Amazonian war-monger. His wife, Ultra Girl, sat on their bed, it was obvious to him what she was doing by the way she shook all over. She was getting her fix on Anti-Kryptonite. The Titanium needle pierced her almost invulnerable skin, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Her sickly looking self changed into an image of pure power and beauty.
“Beloved, once again you abuse my gift to you.” Avatar coldly said, his voice was deep and overpowering, his eyes laughing wickedly at how weak the impossibly powerful woman was. “I have your food, drink and toothpaste laced with Anti-Kryptonite, you sad, pathetic little addict.”
“Please, Avatar, I--I--I need my fix. I need it. You have to understand…” Ultra Girl replied, her powerful image didn’t mask her eyes glaze over, or sweat drip down her face.
“We all have our quirks, beloved, I, for one need trophies, the finest of everything, the giant penny from the Owl’s Nest, for one, or you, the perfect woman, strong, powerful and weak-willed.” Avatar laughed, “But, honestly, if marrying you wasn’t the only way to make you mine, we wouldn’t be husband and wife.”
***
Greenland, Earth-3…
A giant stone fortress covered in snow carved a shadow over Greenland. The fortress belonged to the lunatic known as Frostbite, a man with no morals. His fortress was room after room of “ice-sculptures”, if only that’s what they were. Frostbite took great pleasure of searching for people, anyone who he thought looked like they were a piece of art and froze them. He made them into pure ice.
His life revolved around collecting his statues, it was Avatar’s reluctant allowance of Frostbite’s hobby that made him switch Syndicates. Of course, all the other Syndicate had to offer Frostbite was allowance of his hobby and he’d have turned on Avatar before the war began. Frostbite looked outside his fortress, his guards, two female, five male, they could make perfect ice-sculptures…
A noise made Frostbite look back, his Syndicate communicator was going off, meaning Avatar wanted him to fight again. Meaning the war was continuing on. Frostbite ran to the teleporter spheres and climbed in his, appearing in Avatar’s palace…
***
London, England, Earth-3…
Comet King smirked. His greatest pleasure was controlling people, stripping them of emotions, thoughts, their own identity and making them brainless slaves to his will. Comet King’s thick beard moved, ever so slightly, as a smile came through it, he was currently enslaving two sisters, not knowing either’s name, he found them trying to flee the country but he captured them. All those who were traveling with them were killed. The two women forced to watch each of their companions’ death while being coldly reminded that they were spared.
It made Comet King laugh. His mother was a hero, one his father used to his will in the days of old. Major Comet manipulated Justice Underground to the point that they fought with the Crime Syndicate and apparently died, only to come back years later, for him to be born. Comet King smirked as the sisters stood as still as statues. They couldn’t do anything he didn’t want them to. He laughed coldly and flew into the sky. He would fly to Germany, after all, why shouldn’t he?
***
The Panopticon, the Moon-3…
Cosmos smiled, he’d committed three hundred and ninety two crimes, each one at a different location around the globe. He was feared, he was power, and most of all, with the star rod he was unstoppable. Cosmos was the most vain, terrible and unholy member of the Syndicate of Terror-West. He was one of the first Syndicate’s members, having blackmailed his way onto the team. Now he controlled the Panopticon, the Crime Syndicate’s old moon-base.
Cosmos was responsible for everything in the Panopticon, little trinkets the Syndicate collected in their glory days. His cold, lifeless, hate-filled eyes watched over the planet. It was over.
He’d seen the world torn down anew on the day the time-traveling Justice Underground dared try and use the Mall of Sin to save the world, he was a bystander to the onslaught. Half of the Justice Underground never escaped back to their time.
Cosmos smirked, he’d joined the team after killing Soundwave. He personally beat that idiot and took his body to the Mall of Sin. The call to arms sounded, and reluctantly, Cosmos disappeared to Germany. Another attack on the Syndicate by the other, original Syndicate…
***
Germany, Earth-3, again…
Now the Syndicate of Terror-West were assembled, in their short career they killed Microbe, the Machine, Luthor and Brainiac. They had killed them all, and they even killed their one-time fiercest enemies, The Cards…
Only five of the Syndicate-West was left. A battle with their East Coast counterparts left many of their own dead. The same for the other side. Beetle and Jewel had died, just to name a few. The others were survivors, Avatar would tell you that.
Now, Germany’s defenses were gone, and the Syndicate couldn’t help but sigh, as a bomb dropped from above. Ultra Girl hit it with heat vision, Cosmos hit it with the star rod, and the Shadow Man was wrapped around it and still the bomb hit. The great palace of Avatar was destroyed, and the Syndicate, they were gone.
***
Germany, Earth-1…
Five figures dropped from the sky. Avatar bled. He looked hurt, but only because he wished to. His wife, his weak wife looked like she was crying out in need of another fix. Cosmos stood over his wife, staring at her chest, with little care of what Avatar would do to him. Comet King simply looked around, probing the land around them. As for Frostbite, he simply started looking for new ‘sculptures’.
The Syndicate members looked at each other. “What just happened?” Asked Avatar coldly, as he looked at the man who dared glance at his wife in that way.
“It would seem we are in another world. Part of the multiverse, I believe. Perrhaps we have counterparts like our parents did. Like for instance, you could have a do-gooder double, Avatar, sir.” Comet King said, having read the mind of the nearest person, and turning them into a brain-dead slave.
“Do-gooders? That’s worse than the losers we split from…and their stupid mall HQ…” Cosmos yelled, he was always the questionable ally of Avatar’s, mainly because of his affairs with Ultra Girl.
“Shut up! We need to think! The Metro Market, would it still exist in this world? Or a sick, twisted parody of it at least?” Avatar yelled angrily. He hated this team, he hated the other Syndicate more, with their Ultraman wannabe, their Power Ring…did they kill those morons? No, no, he didn’t think so…
“Um…yeah, you wanna go there?” Ultra Girl asked. Looking at her husband shyly, afraid of him but more afraid that he’d cut off her fix. She shivered, her last fix was wearing off, she’d need another, she just knew it.
“Ooh…another me, I bet he’d make a glorious sculpture, the best in my entire collection.” Frostbite happily expressed, causing a strange stare from Cosmos.
“Okay, Cosmos, you carry Frostbite to this…whatever it is in place of the Metro Market, Comet King, psychically scan this place and meet us there!” Avatar ordered, as the team split, heading to what they knew as the ‘Metro Market’.
***
Downtown L.A., Earth-1, more than a few hours later…
A movie theatre was a great place for a date, even if Sigurd Nansen was more than nervous about dating a guy in public. He always knew America as close-minded, but Jemstone and Supergirl assured him he was going to do fine. Bee-Sting grunted at him for interrupting her repair work after the fight with the Global Guardians. Her gear was ruined, and Bee-Sting set on proving she could fix it, and make it ten times better.
Unfortunately, Sigurd’s confidence never quite worked, so, he needed some friends to accompany him. The Arachnid volunteered, but wouldn’t take off his costume, he said he wanted the people to notice the brave hero. Sigurd asked him what hero, in jest. Starman decided to come when he found out that Supergirl was going. Bee-Sting had nothing to do after being taken off monitor duty, and was told to do something besides lab work by Wonder Warrior so she tagged along too.
The young, almost heroic batch wore plain, nice, ‘going-out’ clothes, except the Arachnid of course They started to become quite bored as Sigurd waited for Hermes to drop by. A blue and darker blue blur appeared from nowhere, and there stood Hermes. “Sorry I’m late, a little problem in Greece needed my attention…” Hermes shyly said. “Why’s the bug guy in his costume?”
“I like my costume…” The Arachnid muttered. He looked at Starman, “Why’s Spaceman growing a pony-tail? Huh? How about that?”
“I think it’s cute.” Supergirl said, before realizing she said it out loud. “I mean…um, y’know, I like it.”
“Thanks S-girl.” Starman smiled, “Um…can we go see the movie now Ice?”
“I always find it weird how much time Bug-boy and the Space-Ace spend together. I think Icemanling’s not the only one on the team who’s on the other team…” Bee-Sting said cruelly, more than happy to make fun of her teammates, especially those two.
“You’re despicable lady!” The Arachnid shot back.
“Keep quacking Daffy!” Bee-Sting retorted.
“Lovely people you work with Sigurd.” Hermes smiled warmly.
“They’re not all bad, Admes. Really, they’re just…dysfunctional, and apparently today they’re Looney Tunes. I can’t say I’m surprised.” Icemanling smiled back. He actually started to think joining the Titans West was the best decision he’d made.
***
The Metrotower, L.A., Earth-1…
“This is it? Where are the morons lining up to get food, in exchange for the riches I need?” Avatar asked, he loathed what he saw. It was a tall place of non-profit business. He hated what he saw. It was a pale imitation of what he knew.
“I can’t feel any Anti-K around…oh God, they don’t have it here! Avie, I need some Anti-K! I need it!” Ultra Girl shouted. She wanted, no, make that needed her fix. It was taking up all of her energy to stop thinking about it, even for a moment.
“Let’s blast this thing open…I’m sure we can kill our pathetic doppelgangers and find you some Anti-K” Cosmos offered, aiming his star rod at the Metrotower.
“And what will that do to us?” Frostbite asked, hanging tightly onto Cosmos’ back. He squeezed tighter after asking his question.
“Okay…Frostbite…you’re officially scaring me…” Cosmos said, feeling Frostbite really squeeze now.
“Excuse me lady and gents, but, um…” Wonder Warrior started, having exited the Metrotower, and flown out to greet these strangers in front, he planned to politely ask them to leave, but, “Hey, Supergirl? Icemanling? Kid Comet? What are you guys…?” Wonder Warrior started, not having seen Avatar. Avatar viciously cracked Wonder Warrior over the skull with a much mightier enhanced fist.
“Hey, I’ve got a twin. A girlie twin who wears pink. Why am I not surprised?” Avatar coldly commented. “Ah well, at least I’m not ugly…”
“I’ll say!” Frostbite whistled.
“I’m this close to dropping you, you pale freak!” Cosmos shouted, he was sick of Frostbite, the guy creeped him out.
“Shut it! Frostbite, Cosmos, go inside and find out everything about the other us. Find out where they are now, ‘cause no wimpy, sissy version of the Syndicate of Terror’s going to be running around.” Avatar commanded.
***
Inside the Metrotower…
Cosmos and Frostbite entered the base, the computers fooled into thinking they were Starman and Icemanling. The two villains looked around the base, and found what they were looking for. The monitor room, in there sat Jemstone.
On their world, their version of Jemstone died, well, in the way an energy being can die. Neither man really knew her well, but both almost regretted attacking her for information. Cosmos first attacked, his star rod tearing into her hard energy form. Before she could fight back, Frostbite froze her every particle in place. The two men quickly sat at the main monitor desk and found out where the Titans were thanks to their communicators.
The two villains started to walk away, Cosmos swearing several times under his breath about how strange and creepy Frostbite is. As the two left the monitor room, pink energy flashed, and the ice keeping Jemstone together melted instantly. She fell to the ground, burned out, it seemed. Her communicator activated. “Titans West…run…” She murmured, before falling unconscious.
***
Downtown L.A….
“That movie sucked! ‘Let’s see a movie Arachnid!’, ‘It’s for Icemanling!’, ‘I’ll pay for you’. Sucked!” The Arachnid whined, he looked at his teammates, all of which were trying to ignore him.
“That’s nice…” Supergirl said, looking at Starman. Her response was to the Arachnid, but she obviously didn’t actually hear him.
“Halt! Titans West!” Avatar roared, his team floating down to the mostly powerless group. “And the gay Greek from the Global Guardians, I am Avatar,”
“Wonder Warrior…did you hit your head?” Icemanling asked, walking up to the villainous version of the Titans’ leader.
“No…I’m not that little girl. I’m Avatar!” Avatar shouted at Icemanling.
“The Last Airbender?” Starman asked, “Not that I possibly know what that is…”
“I’m Avatar! I’m the leader of the Syndicate of Terror-West! My team and I are here to kill you morons! We figure, you’re idiots, we aren’t. It’ll be an easy fight. After all, it’s not like you can actually equal us. Your ‘Starman’ left his ‘cosmic rod’ at the Metrotower. Your ‘Bee-Sting’ doesn’t have your gear, ‘Jemstone’ was frozen solid, and, c’mon, the three biggest threats are the bug, the frozen freak and the blonde.” Avatar sneered.
“And, we’ll still beat you.” The Arachnid laughed. “C’mon, you’re just evil doppelgangers.”
“Cosmos, Comet King, kill that moron first.” Avatar commanded.
To Be Continued…