by T5, Grimm and GoozX
"What mission is that?" asked the still-suspicious Grimm.
"Well... to finish the fight you began, of course," the black-suited man laughed. Soon everyone else present, Dr. Henry Quantos, Tempus of the Time Trust, Shirley Francis, Kit Piper, Michelle Campbell, the heads of state, and all the onlookers began laughing uproariously. After a moment, the man in black snapped his fingers, and in an instant he and the others vanished, and the scenery was replaced by something completely different.
The MBL Consulting operatives looked around and saw themselves in an arena. A crowd of people wearing leather suits roared as they suddenly saw a door opening on the far side of the arena. Dark, leatherclad warriors with clubs and blades emerged.
The crowd shook the barbed wire fence that encircled the arena and shouted, "Jugger! Jugger! Jugger!"
"Fuck me. I knew it was too good to be true," Grimm said, looking around at the huge arena.
"What the hell is going on?" Sam Dawson yelled at the top of his lungs, sidestepping a dark-clad warrior. The warrior swung back toward Sam, but instead caught an axe in the stomach from Grimm.
"Ah, thanks big guy," Sam said, his tone different than how he normally acted with his teammates.
"No problem, Samuel," Grimm said before turning and taking out another warrior.
"It's like that movie I saw."
"What, M'xy?" asked Lance Lorenzo.
"The Battle Dome thingie."
"This ain't no movie," Lance yelled as he became surrounded and was forced to become intangible to keep from being killed.
"Movie, no," said M'xy. "But this place has no nature."
"No nature?" asked Lance. "How about you talk English?"
"This place is magic. Someone has blinded you."
"Me?" Lance said, curious. "What about you?"
M'xy shrugged. "I see the truth. Always."
"Oh."
"Turky, old pal, how bout you take out the fucker who put us here, then?" With that, Sam's hands turned into maces as he shifted his skin into metal and jumped at a group of warriors coming at him.
"Very well," Turkish Stringfellow said as he vanished from his teammates' view.
"Danny, look out!" Lance yelled to his teammate, since he was able to observe and not get injured.
Danny Hearn froze with fear as a huge, monster-like truck plowed forward on a path directly toward him. Just before hitting him, the truck was engulfed in yellow energy and turned into a little toy truck. Danny snapped out of it. "Thanks, M'xy!" he said, adding, "Gorilla foot," and smashed the truck into pieces.
Pete Glover was in front of an unconscious Dirk Bell, hoping his luck would be enough to stop the onslaught of warriors coming toward them. Within seconds, they were all cows. Pete scratched his head as M'xy floated by with a smile on his face. Pete just shrugged his shoulders.
Grimm didn't even notice his teammates as he bashed heads in an unmatched rage. Taking a quick breather, he turned and noticed that Sam had changed his shape and was fighting in his own skullfaced form. Sam turned and somehow formed a smile on his skull face. Grimm shook his head and let his axe fall on another warrior, splitting him in two.
As Sam fought, striking with the huge axe that was his right arm, flames rose from around his body. A huge piece of ceiling fell from above his head, almost crushing him. Looking around, he couldn't see his teammates. The smoke was too thick. He shifted his form back into that of himself.
"Danny?" he said, turning, but still couldn't see anyone. Flames shot around his body. "No no no no no no no no no--"
Sam lifted his arms over his head as more rubble fell from above. The floor was totally ablaze. Arching his body forward, he just barely dodged a burst of flames that shot through the air. Stumbling over something, he fell to his side. Only feet from his body was Mick Harrison, motionless and burned beyond imagining.
"Mick? NO!"
Turning, a figure jumped toward him in pain. It was Shirley Francis, her very flesh melting from her body, almost dripping from her bones. The contact burnt Sam's wrists. He dropped his friend to the ground. Closing his eyes, he heard cries of pain from his other teammates. The apartment around him collapsed, leaving him alone.
Slowly he opened his eyes. A figure only a few feet away stood unnoticed.
"What would really make you go crazy?" the figure asked. A few seconds later he received his answer, yet nothing had changed. "I see."
Sam felt the wall behind him and, flipping a switch, a light went on. It was a bed. Two figures were under the covers. Anger overtook Sam as he ran to the bed, throwing the covers off. Danny, his teammate and friend, was raping Michelle, the onetime love of his life.
"You son of a bitch!" Sam yelled, turning his right hand into a knife and grabbing Danny with his left hand. As Sam pushed Danny forward, they were suddenly stopped by a fence, the top covered in barbed wire.
"What are you doing?" Danny yelled, but it was too late. Anger had fully overcome Sam, and he stabbed Danny in the right side of the stomach with his knife hand.
Grimm pulled Sam off Danny and slammed him into the ground. "Check on Daniel!" he yelled toward Lance, who quickly moved toward Danny. Sam was still blinded by rage.
"Snap out of it!" Grimm yelled at his teammate, but got no response.
Sam looked up to Grimm and heard him say, "I HAD MY WAY WITH HER, TOO." Sam turned both hands into spikes and attempted to take Grimm's head off, but Grimm's strength was too much for the young man.
"Sorry, little buddy," Grimm said as he lifted Sam's head off the ground and then slammed it onto the hard pavement, knocking him out cold.