by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk and GoozX
Chicago:
"Are they ready?"
"Almost..."
"What'sss taking you ssso long?"
"Relax, my friend. This requires a lot of mental energy from his part."
"Yes... so it would really help if you would shut up."
The five men and the woman in the room remain silent, letting K'tl do his work. K'tl was sitting on a chair, with his hands extended and his eyes closed, looking like he was making a great effort. Then, after some minutes, he relaxed his posture and opened his eyes.
"Done."
"Excellent. Blue?"
The Blue Scorpion, standing next to a door, pressed a button on the wall, and the door started opening. As the dark fog coming from behind the door cleared, several figures became visible: a man in a coat and a top hat, a speedster, a man with animal parts, a man with knives instead of hands, an intangible man, a completely black, tall being, a short man, a man in a green suit, a woman, and a man with a dense form.
Mr. Smith smiled as he took a closer look at the newly created beings.
"These are... Mischievous M'xy, Terrible Tobias, Dark Danny, Shadow Shift, Lunatic Lance..."
"Oh, pleassse..."
"...Negative Naecken, Perverse Pete, Villainous Velo, Satanic Sonja, and..."
"Cursssed Cicciotto."
"Exactly," said Smith, smiling.
"Do your thing, Kalunga. I can barely maintain them like this."
"Do not rush me. You took your time, I will take my own," Ma Kalunga said.
She took voodoo artifacts from her bag and started sprinkling dust over the dark versions of the Revolutionaries. She then said a few words the others couldn't understand, looking at the ceiling.
"There. Your creations will remain alive with that. You can rest now," she said. "It didn't take so long, did it?"
"Bite me," K'tl said. He turned to Smith. "I created them with the little info we have on the Revs. I didn't make the newbies we saw fighting in Uruguay because we don't know anything about them. I made Eurostar and Sonja instead, as you can see."
"Yes, I saw," Smith said.
"I, uh, don't know what the short one does... so he's just very aggressive. Their minds are blank. You can tell them to do whatever you want."
Smith headed toward the beings. "We will send you to La Perdita," he said as he took a picture of a building from his pocket. "There you will find this apartment complex and do as much harm as possible."
The Dawson apartment complex, La Perdita:
Sam Dawson tried to call Michelle Campbell, but once again got her machine. As he hung up the phone, Tobias Christopher ran by, played a game of pool, reracked and left the room before the phone was back in its place.
"I got no luck," Sam told himself in a whisper.
As he finished, a short man in the position of a cannonball broke through the window and rolled across the room, stopping after hitting the couch. Getting to his feet, the short man looked just like Pete Glover, except for a light purple hue in his eyes.
"Pete?" Sam asked.
The man just smiled and whispered, "Die!" before jumping at Sam in a very aggressive manner and slamming him onto the floor. Perverse Pete didn't let up and bounced off wall after wall before slamming into a shocked Sam and busting them both through the stairwell doors.
Sam shifted his body into various positions and shapes to ease the fall and reduce the risk of injury. Both men slammed through the first floor doors and rolled onto the floor in front of Lance Lorenzo and the real Pete Glover. Perverse Pete stood and was face to face with Pete Glover.
"Eh?" Pete was curious but strangely unsurprised.
"Shit. Two Petes?" Lance pressed his index finger on Pete and then on Perverse Pete. "Wow, like in the movies when someone has an evil twin."
Sam got to his feet and formed his arms into knives. "Which one is the bad one?" Sam asked, still a little out of it.
Before someone could answer, the front doors burst off the hinges, and nine figures stepped out of the smoke.
The Cursed Cicciotto stood in front of the others, and said, "We are!"