OOC: Fic
((A little Fic, set back in the X-Force days at no specific time. Not meant to depict any events depicted or referenced in comics. Unless I've forgotten something.))
Title: "Born and Bred in a Briar Patch."
"Watch out for the blond mutie boy, the one that talks almost normal," one of the departing guard shift of the Knights of Clean-Blooded Humanity explained to Larry and his fellows. "Keep your eye on him, and a gun trained on the little tramp to his right, or he'll be flying atcha before ya know it, all in-vulnerable-like. She shouldn't be waking up anytime soon. And the colored boy -- he's some kinda South American or something, but he looks more black than red to me -- he shouldn't be much trouble. Went down pretty easy last night." And with that, the previous shift left the dark little room with the three muties tied to the far wall.
"Mister..." the blonde boy said weakly. "Could one of y'all please close the door? Please?" The way his eyes looked up at ya, ya'd almost think he was a real kid.
Making sure the others kept their eyes and their aim in the appropriate places, Larry looked back at the open door and the small amount of light coming in from the rest of the KCBH compound. "Why."
"Well, Ah'm just worried, sir. If there's any sunlight in the next room, Ah don't want any of it hitting ...Roberto. He's got...um....sensitive skin." The boy looked over at the darkie, who looked stupidly back at him. Real stupid. Not that that was surprising or nothing.
Sunlight? The realization slowly hit Larry. South America was where vampire bats came from, wasn't it? Sounded farfetched, but when dealing with something as unnatural as muties....
Might be best to take out the bloodsucker now, before he turned into something. Or at least keep him real weak. Larry told the guys to keep eyes and guns on the white ones, then walked over to the wall and carefully slid aside the paneling that had covered the windows.
Sunlight streamed in.
As he stared at the vampire-mutie to see what would happen, he heard a noise almost like an explosion behind him. He looked to see the blond knocking over the other two guards and sending their guns falling to the floor; they seemed caught off guard. Course, so was he. He was about to fire on the girl, though, when he heard the sounds of restraints snapping behind him.
He turned. Far from being wrinkled or ashen, the vampire-mutie was....glowing. And a fist was coming at his face.
Some time after he started to regain a little consciousness, all tied up, but long before the police showed up on an anonymous tip and took them all in, Larry heard a girl's voice, some city-type accent. "How much more embarrassing can it get than being caught by a bunch of hillbillies?" And the reply "They ain't hillbillies, Tabitha. Ah resent that!"
The End.
Yes, I know; I'm weird.
Title: "Born and Bred in a Briar Patch."
"Watch out for the blond mutie boy, the one that talks almost normal," one of the departing guard shift of the Knights of Clean-Blooded Humanity explained to Larry and his fellows. "Keep your eye on him, and a gun trained on the little tramp to his right, or he'll be flying atcha before ya know it, all in-vulnerable-like. She shouldn't be waking up anytime soon. And the colored boy -- he's some kinda South American or something, but he looks more black than red to me -- he shouldn't be much trouble. Went down pretty easy last night." And with that, the previous shift left the dark little room with the three muties tied to the far wall.
"Mister..." the blonde boy said weakly. "Could one of y'all please close the door? Please?" The way his eyes looked up at ya, ya'd almost think he was a real kid.
Making sure the others kept their eyes and their aim in the appropriate places, Larry looked back at the open door and the small amount of light coming in from the rest of the KCBH compound. "Why."
"Well, Ah'm just worried, sir. If there's any sunlight in the next room, Ah don't want any of it hitting ...Roberto. He's got...um....sensitive skin." The boy looked over at the darkie, who looked stupidly back at him. Real stupid. Not that that was surprising or nothing.
Sunlight? The realization slowly hit Larry. South America was where vampire bats came from, wasn't it? Sounded farfetched, but when dealing with something as unnatural as muties....
Might be best to take out the bloodsucker now, before he turned into something. Or at least keep him real weak. Larry told the guys to keep eyes and guns on the white ones, then walked over to the wall and carefully slid aside the paneling that had covered the windows.
Sunlight streamed in.
As he stared at the vampire-mutie to see what would happen, he heard a noise almost like an explosion behind him. He looked to see the blond knocking over the other two guards and sending their guns falling to the floor; they seemed caught off guard. Course, so was he. He was about to fire on the girl, though, when he heard the sounds of restraints snapping behind him.
He turned. Far from being wrinkled or ashen, the vampire-mutie was....glowing. And a fist was coming at his face.
Some time after he started to regain a little consciousness, all tied up, but long before the police showed up on an anonymous tip and took them all in, Larry heard a girl's voice, some city-type accent. "How much more embarrassing can it get than being caught by a bunch of hillbillies?" And the reply "They ain't hillbillies, Tabitha. Ah resent that!"
The End.
Yes, I know; I'm weird.