Hello everyone sorry about last week, kinda went on a league of legends binge and did not sleep, but I did get gold and so now I don't have to worry about it and have lots more time to work on this ^^ I have a birthday party to go to today, but I will be posting a second chapter tomorrow so look forward to it ^^

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Vespidian, Arc 6, To Skin a Cat, Chapter 6

It seems that I should just keep my big mental mouth shut. I got a real bad feeling about this. Jinxing myself and shit. What is wrong with me? Nothing good ever happens when you say stupid shit like, “nothing bad could happen or what are the odds of that? Or what is the worse that could happen?” One would expect me to learn my damned lesson by now. I walked along, following behind Glitter Kitten, I, like a slave, pulled a car filled with stacks of white bricks. The only thing missing was somebody with a whip, yelling at me to go faster or put my back into it. The car had two flat tires in the front. Every single thing about this was sketchy as fuck. The farther we went the more this seemed like a bad idea. I knew this shit was wrong, only after seeing the bricks again did I realize that I had been played. There was supposed to only be like four hundred pounds, instead, I don’t know how much is in there, but it is a lot more. Den Mother did not need any damned help. In fact, she was not even here.

The low groan of the car wheels turning shattered the otherwise silent night. Well, it was mostly quiet, in the distance the beat of music could be heard from the Sparkle Kat. What kind of car even is this thing? I pried up the license plate… a Ford? No wonder this thing was in the junkyard. Man, I am starting to wish I was more of a car person and paid attention to the models and makes. Well, at the least now I know it is a certified death machine. Seems that I have a good weapon if an angry mob with torches and pitchforks attacks me. Although, I can’t imagine a scenario where that happens.

“Glitter Kitten you lied to me,” I whined.

She turned, walking backward so that she could face me, wagging her finger as though I was a dog. “I did not. I told you that Den Mother needed help.”

“Then why am I carrying all the drugs?!”

“She is getting some other stuff and is going to meet us there. So don’t worry about it. It is not too heavy is it?”

It really was not very heavy. I mean, this was rather light for me, but it was the principle of the matter. “No, I am fine.”

“Nyah, that is good. Just think of it as exercise.”

“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

“How much farther is it?”

“Just a little bit more,” she said, leading me around by the nose, or rather antenna.

The streets had leveled out to the sides forming almost a wall. Glitter Kitten led me through a hole in it, a big hole. We weaved and wove our way through the demolished front section of what used to be a store. With but a glance, I knew the place had been long since looted. The passageway yielded to the wide night sky. The light pollution from the city was not too bad out here and the stars could actually be seen. We had come to an extensive space. It was a field, oddly enough. Patches of dead grass left much of the hardened ground exposed. Rubble from buildings sat here and there in dilapidated ruins. I could not really tell what they used to be from what was left, but they were somewhat tall at one point. There were only two entrances to this place, the one behind us and the one on the opposite side. It did seem like the kind of place that people would do some illegal transaction, granted just about anywhere in the slums would qualify for that.

I set the car down near the middle of the area and sat on the roof. So, I guess my part here is done? Was not so… oh, almost did it again. Bad, bad me. I lay there, staring up at the twinkling heavens. I don’t remember them being so vivid. I can see so much, the swirling galaxy and the innumerable stars. If memory serves, light takes a long time to travel between the stars. Then isn’t the night sky like looking into the distant past? Makes me feel small, insignificant. I mean, there is a whole damn universe out there and Earth is but a grain of sand in the endless sea of stars. In the grand scheme of things, does anything really even matter? In a thousand years who will remember me or anything I did? Will I just be forgotten like so many before? Are there even going to be anybody to remember? With the way things are going, we will likely nuke ourselves into oblivion and the cockroaches will inherit the earth. What will have been the purpose of my life? I don’t know… and it scares me.

Glitter Kitten plopped herself down on my stomach. She swished her tail as the ears rotated, taking in the sounds around us. Am I a good chair or something? Not that I am really complaining or anything. Distantly, I heard something as well, a rumbling. My antenna flicked searching out the direction that it was coming from, to my right. This was interesting. The low grumbling of an engine drew closer and then I saw the comet of fire, speeding towards us. Feels like something like this happened before… don’t know why I am getting that deja vu tingling up my spine. It slowed as it approached, even rapidly changing directions when it almost passed us by. It was only when the thing landed that I realized, it was a bike. So that means… Uh, oh.

The fire clad person got off of the modified bike. Not sure what it was originally, I know even less about bikes than I do with cars. I could guess who this was, Burnout. Who else has a bike that flies with fire? Her skull adorned helmet flickered lowly from the shifting flames. Her shoulders were spiked and the gloved hands poked out from her jacket. Somehow or other her clothes are not burning despite the fact that she is wreathed in fire. The moment she dismounted all the heat dissipated, smoke rose up from around her and the singed ground below. Burnout cracked her neck, rocking it side to side.

She took two long strides and gave Glitter Kitten a hug, lifting her off of the ground, “My bitch, GK! Kinkiest kitty this side of the states. Been way too long, we need to hang out more.”

“You are late, Burnout,” said Glitter Kitten with a playful smirk. She squeezed her way out and perched herself atop the car.

“Not my fault GK, the fucking fuzz is everywhere. Like legit, I had to drive through the sewers to avoid them.”

“So you got the money?”

“Of course. So this all of it?” she asked as her skull-faced helmet glance over at me. I could not see her expression, but I get the feeling that she was not expecting to see something like me. There was a brief moment of silence between us, then she said, pointing at me, “New member? I don’t recall seeing this one. What the hell even is it? I thought bugs could not get you all crittered out. I guess I will have to be more careful. Never even thought about the damned bugs. Ah, my bad forgot you Subhumans get all riled up over being called it. So… you a girl? I mean I see tits. First time we met? Then again last time we hung out we did far too much drugs and I can’t remember too much of it.”

“What do you mean we? It was you, who snorted lines off my ass,” laughed Glitter Kitten.

“Don’t even remind me, my brain still gets itchy after that. I think I ended up with more hair up my nose than smack.”

“You know it was fun though. Besides. It was your idea,” mischievously replied the cat.

“Yeah, a very bad one. Speaking of which, is this one safe to bring here?”

“Nyah? Oh, Vespidian is fine. She won’t blab about this, isn’t that right?” said Glitter Kitten, eying me with a knowing grin.

I shuddered a little, it was like she had me by the balls. I need an adult! I could correct her and say, I am not criminal scum like you. However, something tells me that would be incredibly stupid and get me killed. I nodded, backing away from the car filled with drugs. Come to think of it, how in the hell is she going to carry all of this stuff? I don’t see anybody else around. Oh god, she isn’t going to make me do what I think she is, is she?

“Good enough for me, I guess. Not that I don’t trust you, but I want to sample the goods, just to be sure,”

Glitter Kitten replied, “Be my guest. By the way, this is not all of it, Den Mother is bringing the rest.”

Burnout pulled off her helmet and her long purple hair drooped to one side. She had sunken eyes with deep bags surrounding them. Her cheeks were depressed to the point that I started thinking she was starving herself. I had heard that junkies don’t have much of an appetite. Whatever the hell was going on with her, it was not healthy. I could smell the fresh blood from the red scabs on her neck and as I peered closer our eyes met, her pupils were huge and dilated. Was she already high? One of the front teeth had been knocked out and a scar dented her lip in. Speaking of scars, she had a few, most were on her neck and I could guess that she had more out of sight. There was something about her that scared the shit out of me, yet I can’t figure out what exactly it is. Is it the Pyrokinesis? Likely. Yet, it was something else. It was her demeanor? I don’t know, but Sub is less than inclined to start shit with her and I am in agreement.

She picked up one of the bricks, pulled out a switchblade and cut a corner sprinkling it on the flat surface of another brick. Burnout reached into her pocket, brandishing a hundred dollar bill and rolled it up. She packed it and made a line with the knife, then proceeded to snort the whole thing in one go. She shook violently, gasping in pleasure, twitching, her fingers curled into fists. Her eyes rolled up and she sighed. Finally, they came back down burning red with veins scurried all over the whites, pulsating. She blinked repeatedly, switching which eye closed until her body settled down.

She pulled herself together, by hugging her chest, “MMMMMmmm. Ohh yeah, ohhhh Yeahhh, that’s the stuff. Top quality as ever. Better than the Diablo’s back-alley shit that is for sure. That stuff is only good to make crack out of. You want a hit?”

I shook my head and Glitter Kitten seemed more amused than anything else. She said, “You know I don’t smoke or snort or inject. Shit is bad for you.”

Burnout rung her hands, she reached up as though to clutch the moon, “It feels so fucking good though! This trembling, this writhing in my chest. Makes me think anything is possible. It makes me feel alive.”

“Yes, yes,” nodded Glitter Kitten, “but when you start coming down it is hell, as you know. Why go to heaven for an hour if it means drowning in hell for the next day or so? Not to mention you need more every time or it won’t feel the same.”

Burnout cackled, holding her face, “Nah bitch, nah. You gotta live a little. What the fuck is the point in living if you ain’t doing anything and everything you want? Besides, I know you are addicted to Catnip. Remember what happened last time?”

“Nothing wrong with Catnip. Shit is natural, it just gets me in the mood. Not like that garbage you put in your body. At any rate, don’t worry about it. I live a rather fulfilling life as is. This little Pussycat gets around, you know.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” laughed Burnout. Then she shifted gears in a heartbeat, taking on a darker demeanor, “Hey, how long am I going to have to wait for the rest of it? I have a certain Mexican piece of shit I need to torture. You kinda interrupted my interrogation. I was dragging his ass through the streets! Well, I guess I was going too easy on him, now he has his balls clamped to a car battery.”

I was scared before, but now I am terrified. This bitch has the crazy eyes and she seems a little jumpy, paranoid too. She might start torching shit. Didn’t Chief say that her powers get all weird when she is high? Don’t make eye contact, don’t make eye contact… ah shit. She was looking straight at me. Shiftily I looked away from her. Fuck, why is she looking at me?! Wearily I peered at her from the corner of my eyes. Still there… what do you want?

“Hey-” she started.

Glitter Kitten interrupted her, “Should be about another ten minutes or so. Don’t worry about it. I got it handled. So what exactly have you been up to lately?”

She seemed surprised for a moment and had to think, it certainly distracted her from me. It seemed that Burnout formed her thoughts, “Oh, you know, trying to get back in Big B’s good graces. I kinda fucked up the last- Wait, she knows about Big B, right?”

“She may have heard a little bit, but just to be safe just don’t talk about it,” said Glitter Kitten, resting her hand on my back. “She doesn’t know shit and that is how we will keep it. No reason to inform a new recruit about sensitive info. So how is Cook Cook doing?”

Burnout shifted uneasily, “If you say so. Don’t know why you brought her if she can’t hear about anything important. At any rate, Cooky was cooking up some new fangled thingamajigger earlier today. He will likely be done when I get back. Honestly, pretty stoked about it.”

“She has to learn the ropes at some point. Better me watching over her, than letting her bumble into something and getting whacked.”

Burnout nodded, “True. Mooks and goons tend to drop like flies. I mean shit I lost like twenty today.”

“I know how that is. Fucking Ferals are always causing problems.”

She just shook her head, as though tired. Her eyes wandered back to me and lit up with fire. She pointed at me, “Where did you get that jacket?”

I shrugged, “Ugh, Glitter Kitten gave it to me? Why?”

Burnout sighed, laughing to herself, “Ah, so that is what it was. Shit was bugging me for a while. That is my jacket. So this is where I left it. Makes sense after last time I did wake up naked, after all.”

I started taking it off, “You want it back?”

“Nah, nah, keep it. I got new threads anyway. I just don’t like losing things.”

“You know, I was expecting you to be like a loose cannon or something,” I said absently.

“Well, if I get angry, then I am liable to flip a lid and start firebombing shit, but other than that not really a problem. Just gotta stay mellow.”

“Well, that is good, I heard your power gets unstable when you are high.”

She pat at her pasty white face, the way that she was touching it made me think that maybe she can’t feel it. Her bugged out eyes roamed over the area, “Who told you that?”

“I overheard it a while back.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Well, when I am high like right now I am a rank 6 Pyrokinetic, but-” she started before Glitter Kitten cleared her throat.

“You sure you want to tell somebody about your weakness?”

Bewildered, Burnout glanced between us, “She is with you right? So what is the problem? It is not like she is a hero or… Wait a minute. I know that I have seen you before somewhere, but where?”

She got up on in my face, her own twitching out while she looked me over. Burnout was really thinking on this. Wearily I stood there while she circled attempting to discern who I was. I was not about to do anything that might set this bitch off. The feeling that she could turn me to dust radiated out of Sub, to the point that she was hiding in the corner. She held her chin, thinking things over. Do I look that familiar to somebody? Oh man, I feel bad for the poor bastard that got her this pissed. Is there like another bug person running around? Burnout finally shook her head and rubbed her eyes.

“So you are Vespidian, right?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“Have we met before?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Strange,” she said, “I feel like I have seen you somewhere. Ah, you remind me of Mecha Bitch.”

“Mecha Bitch? Who the fuck is that?”

She clenched her fists and fire erupted out of her, “Mecha Fairy, that new hero bitch who fucked over Blaze Runner! When I get my hands on that whore, I am going to scald all the nerve endings off of her body and slowly melt her to death. No. That is too easy. I will pour molten lava down her throat and shove a red hot pole up her cunt. Probably scorch her nipples off while I am at it. I will show her hell.”

Sounds like it would suck to be her… Uh, oh. I flashed a panicked look at Glitter Kitten, who had clammed up. It seems that she was not expecting this. Good thing she did not blab about me. Oh god, I could have imagined it too. Introducing me ‘oh hey by the way this is my hostage Mecha Fairy.’ Then a pillar of fire turning me to ashes. This would have turned out very badly. Burnout would likely go nuts if she realized that, that very Mecha Fairy was right in front of her. Think, damn it, think! How am I going to get out of this? My insect senses are tingling! What is that? Hide in a corner and make myself as small as possible, while crying for a mother who does not love me?! Oh fuck, I am so screwed! Sub that is not going to help!

Glitter Kitten spoke up, likely seeing how I was trembling in terror, “Don’t worry about that bitch, she will get what is coming to her of that I am sure.”

Don’t talk about me like that, I am right here. You are not helping! Stop agitating her!

“I know Big B has plans for that bitch, but come on,” growled Burnout. “We don’t need that lanky slut. I have never wanted to torture somebody so badly in my entire life. I mean shit, I would likely keep her alive, just so I could hear her screams. I want to see her face warp in pain as she melts away.”

“You trying to say that you would rebel against the Boss?”

Burnout scoffed and spat on the ground, “Fuck that, I don’t want to die.”

“Wait, what does the Boss want with Mecha Fairy?” I asked.

“Oh, that,” Burnout rolled her eyes, “Bitch has a protective status.”

“What does that mean?”

Burnout was about to respond when Glitter Kitten cut her off, “Remember now. That is need to know info. You already on the Boss’s bad side.”

“I know,” she grouched back.

Ok, there is something going on here that I think I should know about. This sounds like bad news bears to me. So the evil Boss wants me for something to the extent that the Villains are being threatened to not kill me. What the hell would they get out of doing this? I don’t get it. Where is the profit to this? They should be gaining something from their plans or else it would not be a good plan. What would Villains have to gain from me doing Super Hero shit? I scratched my head… coming up blank here. Am I just fucking retarded and can’t add two plus two? It seems that there are a lot of missing puzzle pieces here. It is interesting though that the gangs are working together under a Boss. I thought they were all rivals and that the Mad Dogs did not work with anybody. So the Angels and Mad Dogs are working together, who else is in on this? That is interesting to know, wait a minute. Isn’t it really bad that I know this? Isn’t this like super secret shit that people get killed over?! Glitter Kitten is not going to let me go, is she?

Something to the side caught my attention and what I soon realized was Den Mother appeared from the gloom of the building. I squinted at her something seemed wrong about her. It was her left arm, it was limp almost like it was broken. It might just be the lighting, but her shadow looked extra thick. Then again, she is a big girl so that is not exactly surprising and it is rather dark over there. She rapidly approached with a panicked face.

“Glitter Kitten I got jumped!”

“Nyah? Who the fuck would jump you?”

“I don’t fucking know, shit just started flying all over the place.”

“A Telekinetic? Gravity Squeeze? No, that little shit isn’t strong enough to break your arm,” pondered Glitter Kitten, “Unless somebody from out of town showed up I don’t know who it could be. Gravity is the only Telekinetic in the city.”

If Squeeze is here, then the cavalry is about to show up. I just need to lay low like the cockroach I am and scuttle off when nobody is looking. I am surprised that they ignored the threat, though… is my life worth so little to them? That is a bit of a downer, but hey, at the least they came to save me. I hope they came to save me anyway. Why else would they be here? I guess this will be my first Super brawl, um, can we even win? They better have brought a whole bunch of Supers or I think this is a lost cause.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hit that threw me to the ground. I was about to yell ‘what gives’ when a cement truck landed where I had just been, crushing the ground. What the fuck! Who the fuck are you aiming at Squeeze! As I rolled my eyes swam over the surroundings, trying to find where the hell that thing came from. I am going to punch you so hard Squeeze! Glitter Kitten was on the defensive and Burnout looked like she was ready to light the world on fire. A distant glint made me realize that Thumper had been watching over the place with her sniper rifle this whole time. I get the feeling Den Mother would not have tried to kill me, not around Glitter Kitten anyway and besides what the hell hurt her?

“Damn, I was hoping to pick one off with a surprise attack. Five against five, what a shame. I never did like to fight fair,” said some guy I had never seen before. You are not Squeeze, who the fuck are you!?

“Fold!” shouted Glitter Kitten, “You came to the wrong neighborhood, Mother Fucker!”

Oh shit, the fur was about to fly and that kitty has claws. Did I just get caught up in not only a drug deal, but a Super Villain gang war? Obviously, I am going to help Glitter Kitten here. Nobody throws a god damned truck at me! Wait, that guy said it was five on five… where are the others? I don’t like this.

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Next few chapters lots of Super on Super violence, hope you enjoy :3