2 XTREME:
Those Who Forget The Past
Are Doomed To Repeat It
By Billy Burrew
Chapter 5 Begins Now...
Bill listened as he heard the phone being
jerked away from the screaming women and another new voice that
Bill couldn't quite identify came on.
"You want to negotiate, Micheals? Meet
us at the old Kremlin building at Lincoln Park in South Beach
tomorrow evening at 6 pm. Don't be late. We'll bring our boys...you
bring yours."
Bill smiled and then hung up the phone after
saying. "We'll be there with bells on."
The guys quickly disembarked from the private jet they had
rented. In hopes to throw off their adversaries, Bill had the
taxis drive them to the Clay Hotel and Hostel in the heart of
South Beach. Bill checked them all into a set of rooms there
and then called a popular hotel downtown and made reservations
for a floor of rooms, making sure to drop their name and use
the company card to charge the rooms. Lance sat on one of the
two beds and smiled as Bill finished his call and turned his
cell phone off before he put it down on the desk.
"All done?" Lance asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Yep." Bill replied with a smirk, "That should
throw them off for a bit."
Lance leaned backwards, lying down on the bed and stretching.
"What now?"
Bill smiled as he heard a knock at the door. "C'mon in
JC...Justin."
JC and Justin walked into the room and closed the door behind
themselves. Justin joined Lance on the bed as JC walked over
to sit down in the chair opposite Bill's beside the desk. Bill
smiled and held his hands out just above the table. JC put his
hands on top of Bill's and the two closed their eyes.
"JC and I are going to try to find and the Backstreet
Boys here in Miami. Once we do, we'll try to erode whatever
influence these people have on them."
JC smiled at Bill and then their eyes closed as they cast their
combined psychic power out like a net, looking for the mental
signatures of the Backstreet Boys. A few minutes later, Bill
opened his eyes and smiled.
"Nick!....Kevin!...Howie!" Bill said, grinning as
he recognized them.
"Brian! AJ!" JC finished, then his smile disappeared
and his face hardened in concentration.
Lance got up and walked over to the table and placed his hands
on Bill's shoulders, melding his mind and his powers into the
mix. Bill smiled as he felt Lance begin to discreetly weaken
and disable the electronic devices that controlled the minds
of their friends. Bill and JC worked quickly to implant instructions
into each of their friends' minds as it emerged from the electronic
control it was under. Each boy was hypnotised to obey the instructions
given to them by their captors. Then each was given a safety
word that would snap them out of their hypnosis, enabling them
to regain control of their minds when the time came Bill and
the guys to spring a trap of their own.
JC and Bill opened their eyes and grinned. "They're in
for a BIG surprise tonight!"
The day passed quickly and soon enough Bill and the guys were
walking down Lincoln Road towards the club. Bill scowled as
he saw that the club looked as though it had been closed down
for some time. The doors opened quietly as they approached and
Bill mentally intoned everyone to be on their guard, ready for
anything. Bill walked through the doors and looked around, noting
the large square bar that took up most of the center of the
first room in the club. Bill smiled slightly as memories of
the last time he was here flooded through his mind.
Lance looked over at his lover and smiled. "Memories?"
Bill nodded. "I used to vacation down here a lot. I met
this really cute porn star here once, Christian Foxx. He came
up to my friend and I and asked us to oil him up so he could
up on the stage and go-go dance."
Lance smiled. "Sounds like fun. Is he still doing porn
movies?"
Bill shook his head. "No...my luck with meeting porn stars
is not so good. The last few I've met have killed themselves."
Lance looked at Bill in surprise. "Really?"
Bill nodded. "Yeah. Christian Foxx slit his wrists. Seems
he was having some problems coming to grips with his bisexuality."
Lance sighed. "That sucks!" Bill nodded. "Yea...it
does."
Bill walked out past the bar towards the stage at the edge
of the dancefloor. As he reached the edge of the stage several
blindingly bright lights encompassed him.
"Stop! Stay where you are, Mr. Michaels!", came the
heavily accented female voice from the mezzanine on the far
end of the club.
Bill put his hand in front of his eyes and concentrated hard
on the source of the light. Less than a second later, he was
rewarded with a popping sound and a string of curses as the
lights blew out all at once. Bill then telekinetically turned
up the house lights, including those above the mezzanine area.
Bill's eyes widened as he saw Johnny Wright kneeling on stage,
Enya and Sinead O' Connor on either side of him. Bill noticed
that their eyes were rolled back into their heads and then noticed
that on their necks were electronic collars. Bill turned to
see the rest of the guys surrounded by the Backstreet Boys.
"Do you like them, Mr. Michaelsssss." asked a deep,
hissing voice from the bar that ran along the far wall of the
club.
Bill looked over and saw two figures emerge from a doorway
and stand next to each other beside the bar. A blue hooded figure
and a tall man wearing a chrome helmet-like mask that covered
his entire skull, save for the holes for his eyes, ears and
mouth.
"The collars are of my making, Mr. Michaels." said
the masked man. "They prohibit the users from using any
of their abilities against us. Ingenious, if I do say so myself."
Bill looked back at Johnny Wright and his two sidekicks and
shook his head. "OK. That's all well and good, but who
the hell are you?!?"
Bill heard an startled exclamation and then heard a soft pop
of a semi-automatic handgun equipped with a silencer. Bill looked
up and smiled as he saw a bullet slow down from a blur, halting
several feet before his chest. Bill shook his head and raised
his arm, sending the bullet back on the exact trajectory it
came. He heard a startled gasp and the masked body of a soldier
wearing a blue uniform fell from the mezzanine and thudded heavily
as it hit the floor. A female figure stepped forward on the
mezzanine and vaulted over the side, landing lightly on the
dancefloor.
"Impressive Mr. Michaels, very impressive." replied
the woman, her long dark hair falling into place around her
black leather uniform as she walked towards the bar and her
two compatriots. "Your abilities are everything we've heard
about and more, it seems."
"Thanks, I think. But like I said before, who the fuck
are you people?!? Halloween isn't for a few months, folks."
The hooded man began to laugh, a combination of sinister chuckling
and hissing that set Bill's nerves on end.
"We are COBRA! I am COBRA Commander and this is Destro
and The Baroness."
"COBRA?" Lance asked from where he stood, surrounded
by Backstreet Boys beside the bar.
Bill nodded and spoke over his shoulder. "A ruthless,
terrorist organization determined to rule the world. Up until
this point, I had thought it was a myth."
The chrome-masked man laughed. "That's a reputation we
work hard to keep. If we make ourselves too much of a target
we'd have every nation in the world gunning for us. If people
think us a myth, then no one will work hard to pursue us."
"So what's the deal with them?" Bill asked, indicating
Johnny Wright, Enya and Sinead O' Connor."
"Mr. Wright and his accomplices decided not to accept
our generous offer for an alliance." replied COBRA Commander.
"Ahhh...I see!" Bill said. "And so...what's
the deal with us? Now that we know about you, what do you plan
to do with us?"
The Baroness began to laugh mirthlessly. "You fool! You're
the reason we did all this! We needed to get to you and your
comrades."
Bill took a step backwards and shook his head. "Um...no....I
think it's time we took our leave."
Destro laughed loudly. "You are amusing Mr. Michaels.
But I'm afraid that we can't let you go anywhere...and you seem
to forget that we still control your Backstreet Boys."
"Overconfidence is a fatal character flaw, Destro. You
would do well to remember that." Bill smiled and then turned
to look at the Backstreet Boys. 'Jabberwocky!' he broadcast
mentally to the guys, who slumped over and clutched their heads.
"Bill....what's goin' on...where are we?" Kevin said,
clutching his head.
"Destro! You chrome domed buffoon! You said they were
under our control." hissed COBRA Commander.
Destro pulled out a controller and frantically pushed a few
buttons. Bill smiled as he watched Destro try to regain control
of the Backstreet Boys.
"You're wasting your time." Bill said, raising his
hand and levitating the controller out of Destro's control.
"We destroyed the implants you put in and then temporarily
hypnotized them to obey you until I telepathically gave the
release command."
Bill flicked his wrist and the controller whizzed across the
room and exploded into pieces as it smashed into the wall.
"Backstreet...NSYNC...time to go." Bill said, keeping
his eyes on the three adversaries in front of him.
"Go?", COBRA Commander began to laugh maliciously,
"Where do you think you are going? COBRA troops! Stun them!"
Bill turned and looked back to see a dozen or so troops emerge
from behind the square bar, armed with guns.
"Take them down, guys....and let's get out of....ARRRRGHHH!"
Lance heard Bill's groan and looked up in time to see Bill
hit the floor. The Baroness had shot him in the back with her
gun after he had turned away.
"COBRA! ATTACK!", The Baroness screamed, as she and
the COBRA guards begin to fire at the members of the two bands.
Kevin's eyes narrow in concentration and his body is instantly
transformed into its biometallic form. The stun beams bounce
off his metal skin and ricochet wildly, hitting the wood near
the stage and the bar and lighting it aflame.
Lance screamed as he saw the fire surround Bill and advance
toward them, forcing them to retreat back towards the COBRA
soldiers firing at them from the bar.
'GET OUT OF HERE GUYS! RETREAT! RETREAT!'
The guys jump as they hear Bill's anguished mental order resound
through their minds. Kevin, in his biometallic form, easily
lifts an entire side of the bar up and uses it like a baseball
bat, beating the soldiers out of the way of the exit. The guys
fall back and retreat out the exit as the ceiling, now in flames,
collapses down on the dancefloor.
'BILLLL' Lance screamed mentally...."NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Justin extended his hand to Lance and telekinetically pulled
him out of the club and across the street as the entire building
is engulfed in flames.
"Oh, God! No! I can't feel him....he's gone! I can't feel
him in my mind anymore!" Lance cried, his breathing so
fast that it was verging on hyperventilation.
JC put his hand on Lance's neck and he began to calm down.
The guys watched as an explosion of blue laser fire blew out
the side door of the club. COBRA Commander, The Baroness and
Destro emerged and ran to the opposite side of the street.
"Baroness, you fool! This fire is all your fault. If you
had kept your weapon on stun, it would never have reflected
off that Backstreet Boy's armor. Now we've lost Michaels and
both groups as well!", COBRA Commander hissed angrily.
The Baroness's reply went unheard as the building exploded
in a ball of flame. Thirteen pairs of eyes watched the ball
of fire rise high above South Beach, and then begin to descend
slowly back down to the nightclub. The flames began to die down,
revealing a human figure within the center of the fiery maelstrom.
"NO!" Destro yelled. "It's not possible!"
"Fool!" boomed a familiar voice from within the flames.
"Did you think you could kill me so easily?"
Destro pulled out a large rifle and affixed a rocket to the
end of it and fired it at the figure in the ball of flame. The
creature held up his hand and the rocket swerved around him
and exploded in the ruins of the club.
"Bill?" Lance shouted. "You're alive?"
The figure turned to face Lance and the rest of the two bands.
"The one you know of as Bill is gone for now, and I am
reborn from his sacrifice."
The fire began to die down around the figure as he spoke, revealing
a mirror image of Bill's body, as it was in the club, but wearing
only a white toga and sandals.
"WHO... WHAT ARE YOU!" COBRA Commander demanded,
his voice thick with panic. .
"I am the Gods reborn. I am immortal, reborn in fire!
I am Olympus!"
To Be Continued....
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