AAOOOSC! #10

Meanwhile in the dark night of the main room of the EHP Headquarters in Detroit, evil is brewing…

The final clanks are heard as Alex and Nikita are huddling around something, or someone, blocking what or who they are tending. They then both depart separate ways, revealing what they were doing to who:

There is a huge, metallic box with many blinking lights and buttons lining the top edge of it.
Wires and tubes run up and connect to a thick, metallic chair that can be easily mistaken as an electric chair. There are cuffs on the chair, holding the the one who is one it in place from his chest, to his wrists, and to his ankles. And the one sitting on that chair is Toews. My, does he have a face with trepidation written all over it.

Standing a few feet away from him is Jimmy, who is having wicked pleasure just observing the situation the ruler of the NHL is in. He is looming down at him with a smirk, stifling back his chuckles.

“Hello, Toews…” Jimmy slowly steps up to him with his hands clasped behind his back. “You’re the right hand ruler of the NHL, if I’m not mistaken,” he adds on in a mockingly tone.

Toews snaps his head from left to right then right to left, searching for answer to his question from the dark room; he then faces Jimmy. “Where am I, what’s going on--?” he questions with growing frenzy.

“Well, can’t you use your powers to tell you where you are?” Jimmy lets a quick beat go by. “Oh wait, you can’t! ‘Cause of this!” He extends his hands out toward the chair and machine. “Oh, look at that: The right hand ruler of the NHL can’t use his powers…” He lowers himself to Toews’s eye level. “Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

Toews makes a bewildered look. “What? What do you mean?”

Jimmy gradually stands back up. “Use your powers to free yourself from that.” He points to the cuffs that are over his wrists.

Toews snaps his eyes down at the cuffs. He then grabs a hold of his power flow with his mind, directing it to his hands. He senses the energy surging toward his hands and wrists; he then commands it to activate physically. Suddenly, he feels the power getting sucked away by an outside force as it is being activated.

“Wha--?” Toews gazes at his hands with wide eyes as he sees no sign of powers coming from it.

“Having a hard time, Toews--?”

“What’s going on, why can’t I use my powers?” Toews cries out at Jimmy.

Jimmy steps up to Toews. “Because of this, my dear: the Lean-Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Clean-Mean Machine!” He traces the armrest of the chair with his fingers then moves up to the massive machine behind Toews. He turns around, facing the back of the chair. “You see, this Green- Bean-Keen--”

“Green-Bean-Seen,” Alex corrects Jimmy from his right.

“Right, right.” Jimmy clears his throat. “This Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Mean--”

“Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Clean-Mean,” Alex tells Jimmy.

Jimmy lets out an exaggerated sigh. “This Green-Bean-Keen--”

“Green-Bean-Seen--”

“Aw, shut up!” Jimmy roars at Alex, waving his hands in the air.

Alex backs away from him in fright.

“Where was I?” Jimmy mutters to himself. “Ah yes! This Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Clean-Mean Machine does it all: As long as you are sitting on that chaired, cuffed up, your powers will be sucked into this machine, building up inside. Even if you try to use your powers, conjure your powers…” He walks up to Toews, making eye contact with him from the side. “...it’ll all go in there.” He points to the machine.

“And what’s gonna happen with my powers?”

Jimmy chortles with mischief. “Your powers, the ones sucked away, they will become mine.” He whisks away from Toews’s side, turning around to face him. “All the power you are giving to that machine, you are giving to me. And with the power you are giving to me, I can use how ever I want. And what a better person I can pick for this job than the one of Nigh-Omnipotence.”

“You are not going to use my powers,” Toews grumbles.

“Too late: You are!” Jimmy crackles for a moment.

Toews looks behind him as best as possible to get a good look at the machine. “How did you even get this?”

Jimmy turns to Alex and Nikita. “Boys?”

“We got it from John Tavares’s house,” Alex replies with a smudged look.

Toews gapes at the three. “John…? He made this?”

Jimmy nods his head. “Something he would make, right?”

Toews gazes down at the cuffs. “I’ve gotta get outta here,” he mutters to himself.

Jimmy slides up to his face. “Guess what? You can’t!”

“I will!” Toews barks at him. “I will use my powers to get outta here!”

“I have your powers now, Toews…!”

“No! I do and I only do--!” Toews balls his hands into fists and makes a determined look, trying to use his powers. He then relaxes after a few moments.

“Any luck?” Jimmy asks in a taunting manner.

Toews huffs and turns the other way with a frown.

“Would you like to see how I have control over your powers?” Jimmy raises his eyebrows.
Toews just looks down.

Jimmy then turns to Alex and Nikita. “Bring me the spy.”

Alex and Nikita nod to Jimmy, then march off into the darkness.

Jimmy turns back to Toews with an ominous look. “You’ll see…”

A few moments later, Alex and Nikita March walk back into sight, this time dragging a fidgeting Patrick by both of his arms.

“Let go, man! Let go!” Patrick snaps at them, wiggling helplessly. “This isn’t radical, dude!”

“'Dude!'” Nikita mimics in his Russian accent. He then laughs at his imitation.

Toews eyes Patrick with wide eyes as he being brought into his sight. “Kaner!” he cries out.

Patrick faces Toews. “Tazer man--!” He gets cut off when Alex thrusts him away from Toews’s direction.

They bring Patrick up to Jimmy. “Where do you want him, Master Howard?” Alex asks him.

Jimmy scans Patrick from head to toe; he then looks at Alex. “Hold him right there.”

Jimmy then walks back over to the machine, standing right next to it. He pulls up two wires that each have a black glove connected to them from the darkness. He slips on the gloves and extends his hands straight at Patrick. “Now you can let him go,” Jimmy orders Alex and Nikita with narrowed, excited eyes.

Alex and Nikita let go of Patrick’s arms and back away from him. Patrick does not move at all though; he is staying in the same place like as if the two Slavs are still holding on to him.

“Look at that, Toews,” Jimmy tells Toews while focusing on Patrick, “I’m using your telekinetic powers.”

Toews is staring at Patrick, looking at as if he is being hypnotized.

Jimmy then thrusts his hands outward. Patrick goes flying backward toward the enormous screen. His back gets slammed against the screen; he then plummets downward, harshly landing on the control panel.

Jimmy laughs giddily, excited that he finally has some sort of power again.

Meanwhile, Toews is mortified. “KANER!”

“Wait!” Jimmy exclaims. “Look at this!” He then rapidly lifts his hands up.

Patrick immediately zips upward, hitting the ceiling. Jimmy lifts his hand up and down, up and down in short motions, smashing Patrick against the ceiling like a rag doll many times.

“No! Stop! please stop!” Toews cries in horror, watching his friend getting beaten up.

Jimmy then drops his hand, making Patrick freefall from the ceiling. As Patrick is descending, Jimmy conjures a ball of vivid yellow energy and blasts it straight at the spy.

Once on contact, Patrick once again collides with the screen, this time with his stomach. He sticks on the bright sheet for a moment, slowly slides down, then pops off. He tumbles through the air, striking the control panel; he rolls off of it and plops onto the floor, not moving a muscle.

“Oh my goodness, Kaner!” Toews bawls, having his eyes glued on his motionless friend.

Jimmy slips off his gloves and places them back in their place, near the machine. “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?”

“You killed him!” Toews shrieks at him, on the verge of crying.

Jimmy turns back to him. “No, I didn’t.” He looks ahead at Alex and Nikita. “Boys, check on Kane, please.”

Alex and Nikita rush over to Patrick and gaze down at him.

Patrick has bruises, small cuts, and a growing black eye on his face. His eyes slightly open, but then immediately close. He then groans with his mouth closed, slowly shifting himself before feeling immediate pain. “Ack!” he forces out.

Nikita looks at Jimmy. “He is live.”

Jimmy turns to Toews with a smirk. “See?” He then turns back to the Slavs. “Good. Take him back to the holding cell.”

Alex and Nikita grab Patrick’s arms and drag him out of the room, this time without Patrick trying to escape. He just reluctantly let them take him back up to his holding cell.

Jimmy gazes deeply into Toews’s eyes. “Now you know the situation you are in? Now you know who has the advantage? Is that clear?”

Toews stares at Jimmy with anxiety. He then turns back to face the illuminating screen, not saying a single word.

Notes

Sorry Kaner about what I put you through in this chapter. And double sorry that I had 0 sympathy over it XD Literally, I had a straight face while writing that part! Gaaaahhh such a cold-hearted author!
Alright, sooooo poor Toews and Kane, eh? But no worries, rescue will come soon! Very soon. Yup!

Sports Reports!!!
1. Sharks vs. Pens, Scup Final Game 3 in SJ! Tonight at 8ET, watch it! Hopefully I can watch it! And that the Sharks can win, because seriously wooooow! Come on, Sharks, my whole class is rooting for you guys!!!
2. Couture v. Crosby case. That's what I'm calling it. Face guys: the whole NHL cheats. Even them commissioners do. No one's innocent when it comes to the NHL. So if everyone cheats, why make a big deal about it? Doesn't make a difference if no one notices it in the first place! XD And then Logan ends up admitting that everyone cheats, even his teammates. Way to go XD Aiy, aiy, aiy, grown men sports drama!
3. Muhammad Ali has passed away yesterday. Moment of silence.
*silence*
And here's a quote from him: "Don't count the days. Make the days count!" -Muhammad Ali
4. NBA Finals: same match up as last year, Cavs and Warriors! Game 2 tonight...? I know it's 1-0, Warriors. Man, the Bay Area's booming!
5. Copa America!! Vamos México!!! Sorry that I'm not going for the US, they're not that great XD Mexican pride! :)
6. That's it! *flies off to AAOOOSC! land*

Next week: the GHP and their search to find the two Blackhawks!
BYEEEEE! :D