Post by dacapo on Oct 26, 2008 20:04:56 GMT -5
This fanfic is based on "Mutant League," a cartoon which aired in the mid 1990's. It's about a town that was changed dramatically after its residents were transformed into mutants due to toxic waste fumes that were introduced into the air during an earthquake at a football game. Transformed as a child during that game, one of the main characters, Bones Justice, searched for his father who had disappeared that day. They had a brief reunion, and his father died saving him, but not before telling Bones what Prigg, the industrialist who had stashed the chemicals there, was doing. Now, Bones is going to see what it would have been like if things were a little... different... and he may get a chance at saving his father.
Bones Justice stepped out of the rejuvinator tube he had been floating in for the past hour or so, the usual routine after a game. The chemicals had mended his minor(to a mutant) injuries and made him good as new, at least on the outside. Inside, he had been long contemplating all that had happened a couple months ago: finding his father, and seeing how Commissioner Zalgor Prigg, a mutant as well, had been enslaving his father, Butch Justice, and others who were playing in the stadium on that fateful day ten years before.
The skeleton-like mutant pushed back a wavy strand of black hair away from his cream-white face and adjusted his shades, which he almost never removed. Behind his eyes were sockets which took on a menacing red glow when he was angry. That day two months ago, they glowed fiercely at the way his father had been treated as if he were an animal. Bones had been living it up on the surface - popularity, luxury, great food, friends... while Butch toiled away with his teammates and rivals, slowly dying from the chemicals in that underground hell.
"I'll kill him!"
Bones shook his head as he thought of what he wanted to do to Prigg back when his father told him all this, about the cover-up, the disappearances, the pay-offs. His father of course was not the type to seek revenge.
"Then you would be just like him," Butch had replied.
"Father..." Bones whispered, "I don't know what to do... or how to tell them"
That day burned in his memory, the day when in moments he went from an ordinary tan-skinned 'norm' to a living skeleton. He could remember the ground shaking, then opening up right in the middle of the stadium where he was watching his father play. Toxic gasses began to escape, and to his horror, his father's skin melted off, and the other players were transforming as well into different grotesque creatures, and his father, a skeleton - yet still alive. Then he noticed a strange wet sensation, as if he had been doused in warm jelly salad. Looking down at his hands, Bones saw his flesh melting off, to reveal his skeleton. At that, he began to freak out, thinking he was dying. As he started down towards the field to reach his father, Bones felt someone grabbing his hand and carrying him away and all he could do was cry out helplessly for his father.
A gentle slap on his shoulder and a "Yo Bones, what's the matter?" woke the skeletoid from his reverie. Bones looked to see his friend Razor Kidd, a green lizard-like mutant with red spikes, giving him a worried look. Sighing, Bones turned away and slowly walked towards the showers to rinse off the residual chemicals. He needed to be alone for awhile.
Following him, Razor continued, "Look Bones, we're gonna find a way to get Prigg-"
Keeping his temper, one of the burdens of being a star mutant athlete, Bones turned to Razor and placed a hand on the lizoid's shoulder.
"Look, Razor, I just need to be alone for awhile"
Razor Kidd nodded.
"Want me to bring ya some Fly Tacos later on?
"Maybe..." Bones absentmindedly sighed as he walked away.
"damn," Razor mumbled, "Hadn't seen him this bummed in a long time..."
"Well, he might be feeling sad about his father," Cannonball interjected.
The tank-like mutant got up from where he was crouching by his rejuvinator tube, and walked up to Razor Kidd.
"Yeah, lately he hadn't been mentioning his father that much..." Razor Kidd replied, before snatching an unwary fly from mid-air and swallowing it whole, "Why's he so out of it?"
Cannonball shook his head.
"I don't know, but it looks pretty bad... "
The short tankoid glanced to his right to see the door slam closed.
"What the hell was that?" Razor wondered out loud.
"It's probably just Jukka," Cannonball replied, shrugging.
"Great. Let's get the hell outta here before he decides to try something on us again... he's done that waaaay too much!"
"Yeah," the tankoid nodded his gray head, before leaving with Razor Kidd.
A purple-skinned muntant with fins running back from his forehead sat in his private lab, and rolled up his sleeves. Taking a razor, he ran it across his left wrist and smiled at the green blood which gushed from the cut. Jukka had several other scars which he hid quite nicely... years and years of scars. There was a gun in his pocket as well, but that would be saved for another day... one which seemed to be rapidly approaching. When it would come, he didn't know, but the eel-like mutant kept it with him at all times. Nobody would suspect that he had a gun, as he was this mild-mannered boring as hell scientist. The cover-up and charade was going to end, there was no doubt to that.
He took the black shades which he constantly wore off, and looked in a mirror at his tired, bloodshot eyes. Jukka needed sleep, and the only way he could get any was through various chemical sleep-aids he had concocted, and the only way to get through the day now was to take a stimulant.
The only way to keep from breaking down... was to slit his wrists - like a damn spoilt teenager.
As Bones exited the building a few minutes later, he walked past a few of the Derangers - including the lobster/scorpion-like Grim McSlam and the retired Joe Magician. Joe's legs had healed to the point where he didn't need the cuff-crutches, and he was discussing something which Grim was listening intently to. Whatever it was didn't interest Bones, as something - someone - else was on his mind.
Bones made his way to his house, and as he did, the skeletoid felt someone take a hold of his hand. He looked down to see who it was, but all he saw was a flash of light, before everything returned to normal. Shrugging it off, Bones continued to his house and unlocked the door, and walked inside. As he did, he heard a young woman's voice.
"Look, Prigg, I am NOT going to sell the WML, and that is final!"
What the hell? he thought, taking a deep breath so whoever it was wouldn't hear him.
He peered over into the livingroom to see a dark-haired woman with her back turned to him, and she was talking on her mobile-phone. Her hair was done up in a bun, and her skin had an odd cream colour to it.
"I told you, the Womens' Mutant League is not for sale," the woman continued, as she turned around, "Not to you, not to any-"
She gasped, and the phone dropped out of her hand onto the floor.
"Father..." she whispered, tears welling in her hollow sockets, and running down her bony cheeks.
Bones stood there, frozen in disbelief. What was going on? Who was this girl? Why did she look so much like him? Was this a dream?
"FATHER!" the woman cried out, running up to Bones, tears rushing from her sockets and leaving a trail on the floor.
She wrapped her arms around him, tightly, and wept soundly into his shirt.
"Oh Father oh Father where were you?" she sobbed.
What?
Where was he?
Bones gathered that somehow he was in a different world, and this woman needed some comfort. Knowing how it felt to be without a father for so long, he pulled the sobbing woman close and stroked her hair.
That's me... he thought, That's me... but...
When the woman had calmed down, Bones went to get a cloth and wash the tears from her face.
"Where were you," the woman asked again, coughing a little from all that crying, "I searched everywhere, but you had just..." she trailed off and shed a tear.
Bones knew he couldn't keep up that charade for long, so he decided to come clean.
"I know I look like your father, but I'm not..."
"What?" the woman cried, before backing away, "Are you one of Prigg's goons trying to get me to think I'm going crazy so I'll sell the WML?"
Bones held his hands in front of himself and said, "Look, I'm not working for Prigg! I would never work for that scum-bag!"
"Then why do you look like my father?" the woman demanded.
"I don't know," Bones replied, "I'm as surprised as you are... I was just getting back to my place and suddenly-"
"BULL!" the woman interrupted, "Now please leave!"
"Do you think-"
Before he could finish, Bones found himself kicked out of the house. He decided to let the girl cool off before he returned. It was understandable that she was upset - he would be as well if he thought someone was tricking him like that, especially with his father - his father was dead though... she at least had some hope of reuniting with him. Butch was probably dead in this world too, though. Poor girl, carrying all that pain with her. As he walked away from the house, Bones found a piece of paper on the ground, and hunted until he found a chewed-up pen from one of the local banks. It was a longshot, but it might work.
*****
As Commissioner Dayna Justice sat in her livingroom, looking at her old family album with pictures of herself and her father, she thought back to that day when they were both transformed, along with everyone else in the stadium and the general area around it. Everyone, including her high school sweetheart Razor Kidd, were changed into weird-looking mutants, and her father went missing. A knock on the door startled her, and she went to see who it was.
On her doorstep, she saw a note written on some old paper, and picked it up.
"If you want to see your father alive..." she mumbled, before looking up and glaring, her eye-sockets glowing brightly.
"Ok, you bastard, I'll come over..."
Dayna crumpled the piece of paper in her hand, then got into her car and drove off to that area where the old stadium used to stand. Prigg and that strange man who visited her earlier were going to pay.
Bones Justice stepped out of the rejuvinator tube he had been floating in for the past hour or so, the usual routine after a game. The chemicals had mended his minor(to a mutant) injuries and made him good as new, at least on the outside. Inside, he had been long contemplating all that had happened a couple months ago: finding his father, and seeing how Commissioner Zalgor Prigg, a mutant as well, had been enslaving his father, Butch Justice, and others who were playing in the stadium on that fateful day ten years before.
The skeleton-like mutant pushed back a wavy strand of black hair away from his cream-white face and adjusted his shades, which he almost never removed. Behind his eyes were sockets which took on a menacing red glow when he was angry. That day two months ago, they glowed fiercely at the way his father had been treated as if he were an animal. Bones had been living it up on the surface - popularity, luxury, great food, friends... while Butch toiled away with his teammates and rivals, slowly dying from the chemicals in that underground hell.
"I'll kill him!"
Bones shook his head as he thought of what he wanted to do to Prigg back when his father told him all this, about the cover-up, the disappearances, the pay-offs. His father of course was not the type to seek revenge.
"Then you would be just like him," Butch had replied.
"Father..." Bones whispered, "I don't know what to do... or how to tell them"
That day burned in his memory, the day when in moments he went from an ordinary tan-skinned 'norm' to a living skeleton. He could remember the ground shaking, then opening up right in the middle of the stadium where he was watching his father play. Toxic gasses began to escape, and to his horror, his father's skin melted off, and the other players were transforming as well into different grotesque creatures, and his father, a skeleton - yet still alive. Then he noticed a strange wet sensation, as if he had been doused in warm jelly salad. Looking down at his hands, Bones saw his flesh melting off, to reveal his skeleton. At that, he began to freak out, thinking he was dying. As he started down towards the field to reach his father, Bones felt someone grabbing his hand and carrying him away and all he could do was cry out helplessly for his father.
A gentle slap on his shoulder and a "Yo Bones, what's the matter?" woke the skeletoid from his reverie. Bones looked to see his friend Razor Kidd, a green lizard-like mutant with red spikes, giving him a worried look. Sighing, Bones turned away and slowly walked towards the showers to rinse off the residual chemicals. He needed to be alone for awhile.
Following him, Razor continued, "Look Bones, we're gonna find a way to get Prigg-"
Keeping his temper, one of the burdens of being a star mutant athlete, Bones turned to Razor and placed a hand on the lizoid's shoulder.
"Look, Razor, I just need to be alone for awhile"
Razor Kidd nodded.
"Want me to bring ya some Fly Tacos later on?
"Maybe..." Bones absentmindedly sighed as he walked away.
"damn," Razor mumbled, "Hadn't seen him this bummed in a long time..."
"Well, he might be feeling sad about his father," Cannonball interjected.
The tank-like mutant got up from where he was crouching by his rejuvinator tube, and walked up to Razor Kidd.
"Yeah, lately he hadn't been mentioning his father that much..." Razor Kidd replied, before snatching an unwary fly from mid-air and swallowing it whole, "Why's he so out of it?"
Cannonball shook his head.
"I don't know, but it looks pretty bad... "
The short tankoid glanced to his right to see the door slam closed.
"What the hell was that?" Razor wondered out loud.
"It's probably just Jukka," Cannonball replied, shrugging.
"Great. Let's get the hell outta here before he decides to try something on us again... he's done that waaaay too much!"
"Yeah," the tankoid nodded his gray head, before leaving with Razor Kidd.
*****
A purple-skinned muntant with fins running back from his forehead sat in his private lab, and rolled up his sleeves. Taking a razor, he ran it across his left wrist and smiled at the green blood which gushed from the cut. Jukka had several other scars which he hid quite nicely... years and years of scars. There was a gun in his pocket as well, but that would be saved for another day... one which seemed to be rapidly approaching. When it would come, he didn't know, but the eel-like mutant kept it with him at all times. Nobody would suspect that he had a gun, as he was this mild-mannered boring as hell scientist. The cover-up and charade was going to end, there was no doubt to that.
He took the black shades which he constantly wore off, and looked in a mirror at his tired, bloodshot eyes. Jukka needed sleep, and the only way he could get any was through various chemical sleep-aids he had concocted, and the only way to get through the day now was to take a stimulant.
The only way to keep from breaking down... was to slit his wrists - like a damn spoilt teenager.
*****
As Bones exited the building a few minutes later, he walked past a few of the Derangers - including the lobster/scorpion-like Grim McSlam and the retired Joe Magician. Joe's legs had healed to the point where he didn't need the cuff-crutches, and he was discussing something which Grim was listening intently to. Whatever it was didn't interest Bones, as something - someone - else was on his mind.
Bones made his way to his house, and as he did, the skeletoid felt someone take a hold of his hand. He looked down to see who it was, but all he saw was a flash of light, before everything returned to normal. Shrugging it off, Bones continued to his house and unlocked the door, and walked inside. As he did, he heard a young woman's voice.
"Look, Prigg, I am NOT going to sell the WML, and that is final!"
What the hell? he thought, taking a deep breath so whoever it was wouldn't hear him.
He peered over into the livingroom to see a dark-haired woman with her back turned to him, and she was talking on her mobile-phone. Her hair was done up in a bun, and her skin had an odd cream colour to it.
"I told you, the Womens' Mutant League is not for sale," the woman continued, as she turned around, "Not to you, not to any-"
She gasped, and the phone dropped out of her hand onto the floor.
"Father..." she whispered, tears welling in her hollow sockets, and running down her bony cheeks.
Bones stood there, frozen in disbelief. What was going on? Who was this girl? Why did she look so much like him? Was this a dream?
"FATHER!" the woman cried out, running up to Bones, tears rushing from her sockets and leaving a trail on the floor.
She wrapped her arms around him, tightly, and wept soundly into his shirt.
"Oh Father oh Father where were you?" she sobbed.
What?
Where was he?
Bones gathered that somehow he was in a different world, and this woman needed some comfort. Knowing how it felt to be without a father for so long, he pulled the sobbing woman close and stroked her hair.
That's me... he thought, That's me... but...
When the woman had calmed down, Bones went to get a cloth and wash the tears from her face.
"Where were you," the woman asked again, coughing a little from all that crying, "I searched everywhere, but you had just..." she trailed off and shed a tear.
Bones knew he couldn't keep up that charade for long, so he decided to come clean.
"I know I look like your father, but I'm not..."
"What?" the woman cried, before backing away, "Are you one of Prigg's goons trying to get me to think I'm going crazy so I'll sell the WML?"
Bones held his hands in front of himself and said, "Look, I'm not working for Prigg! I would never work for that scum-bag!"
"Then why do you look like my father?" the woman demanded.
"I don't know," Bones replied, "I'm as surprised as you are... I was just getting back to my place and suddenly-"
"BULL!" the woman interrupted, "Now please leave!"
"Do you think-"
Before he could finish, Bones found himself kicked out of the house. He decided to let the girl cool off before he returned. It was understandable that she was upset - he would be as well if he thought someone was tricking him like that, especially with his father - his father was dead though... she at least had some hope of reuniting with him. Butch was probably dead in this world too, though. Poor girl, carrying all that pain with her. As he walked away from the house, Bones found a piece of paper on the ground, and hunted until he found a chewed-up pen from one of the local banks. It was a longshot, but it might work.
*****
As Commissioner Dayna Justice sat in her livingroom, looking at her old family album with pictures of herself and her father, she thought back to that day when they were both transformed, along with everyone else in the stadium and the general area around it. Everyone, including her high school sweetheart Razor Kidd, were changed into weird-looking mutants, and her father went missing. A knock on the door startled her, and she went to see who it was.
On her doorstep, she saw a note written on some old paper, and picked it up.
"If you want to see your father alive..." she mumbled, before looking up and glaring, her eye-sockets glowing brightly.
"Ok, you bastard, I'll come over..."
Dayna crumpled the piece of paper in her hand, then got into her car and drove off to that area where the old stadium used to stand. Prigg and that strange man who visited her earlier were going to pay.