Weakest Link In the Chain, Part 3

Chapter Three: Chillin Like Villains

By C. M. King

Elsewhere in the villain’s headquarters, we find the full Malevolence Union relaxing around a large table. Red Wind and Thulkon are present as well as two more comrades. The first is the woman who helped out in the ambush; she is now wearing a costume and reclines with her feet up on the table while smoking a cigarette. The other person present is a very skinny/nerdy-looking guy who is sporting tiny glasses and wearing normal clothes. They are all listening to Thulkon speak. - “That was totally exhilarating! I for one can’t wait to kick some more hero ass! These Avengers can’t be all that tough.”

The skinny man folds his arms and replies, “I noticed that the one who only shoots arrows gave you a pretty hard time.”

“I underestimated him, Doctor. And I can promise you that that is a mistake I will never make again.”

Red Wind speaks up next, “I hope that Iron Man or Thor is next. Let’s see who’s afraid of whom after we butt heads.”

“Buttheads is right,” exclaims the woman after she expels a large amount of smoke. “That’s what you two are. Our plans will be ruined by the super amount of testosterone you two emit that totally clogs your brains!”

Following the woman’s lead, the skinny man chimes in, “Just keep it in check for now, you two; and follow Othello’s plan to the letter.”

An animated Thulkon replies, “You may like being Othello’s monkey-boy, Dr. Dorkus; but not me! Thulkon can think for himself.”

Within an instant, the slight man transforms into an immensely-muscled, hulking creature and plants a massive finger upon Thulkon’s chest. “Watch your tongue my smart-mouthed friend, lest you forget to whom you are speaking. Dr. Bruttus has an end to his patience.”

“Now-now, Doc; let’s not get excited here,” pleads Thulkon desperately trying to calm the monster down. “I was just talking. I’m jonesin' for more action is all.”

The large creature turns around and walks away from the relieved villain. “Then control yourself, my friend, before Dr. Bruttus decides to give you more action than you would find healthy.”

“Just chill big guy. We’d all do best to save our energy for the heroes,” says Red Wind as he stands over the reclined woman.

She stabs her cigarette out harshly a moment before speaking up. “Fighting heroes, that’s all you guys talk about. Why should we bother? With our abilities we could make ourselves way rich with much less risk.”

Red Wind grins. “Awww, Dymium. Too bad your pretty little head can’t comprehend what real power is.”

At this, a glint in her eye forms and a small amount of energy crackles around her hand. “Oh, real power, huh? Don’t make me show you what I can do, Captain Red Pants.”

Red Wind smacks the table with his open palm. “With these heroes eliminated, we will have control of this world … while you just talk about lining your pockets with a few measly dollars!”

Dymium smiles back at him. “Dollars are a girl’s best friend, Reddy. Better to live comfortably in this world, than to get our legs broken trying to own it. What do you think will happen if we even do defeat these Avengers? You think the other heroes out there will just roll over and play dead? We’ll just make ourselves a bigger target for them … that’s all we’ll do!”

Dr. Bruttus raises his fist in a power gesture. “We’ll have destroyed the heroes’ most organized resistance. Then it should be a simple matter to pick off the stragglers one-by-one. Othello has already conquered a world once; I have complete faith that he can do it again. And I intend to be on the winning side.”

Thulkon walks to the far side of the room. “Let me allay your fears, sweet Dymium. Doctor, if you would be so kind as to turn on the combat droid.” A large finger clicks a button, and a shiny looking mannequin appears on the opposite side of the room. “First I shall outfit it properly.” Thulkon uses his power to turn some metal from his uniform into replicas of both Thor’s helmet and his hammer. Having completed this, he places them on the robot’s head and in its hand. “Now I shall show our lovely comrade why the Avengers should fear our power rather than we fear them.” With more metal from his uniform, Thulkon forms three floating, razor-sharp disks. He waves his hands, and each disk starts to fly at the robot from three different directions. The deadly flyers all reach their target at the same time. Disk one slices completely through the right leg, disk two makes a hole clean through the torso, and disk three slices the head off. All the pieces fall to the ground with a loud bang. “Now that, sugar buns, … is skill!”

Dymium rushes up to where the hammer has fallen and touches it. Then she walks over to Thulkon and puts her hand on his chest. “”And just for calling me “sugar buns,” I thought I’d remind you of my power! Namely that to affect the magnetic field of anything I choose, by rearranging its electron properties. For instance, I can turn that hammer into a giant super-magnet. And you my friend … I can turn into the refrigerator.” She takes her hand off of Thulkon and the hammer leaps up from the ground. It speeds its way through the air straight at a completely startled Thulkon. Cowering back against the wall, the weapon strikes Thulkon square in the chest … thankfully, liquefying as it does.

“Sweet-Christ-All-Mighty, Dymium! If I hadn’t willed that hammer to become malleable before it struck … it would have pulped me!”

Dymium walks over and rubs Thulkon’s shoulder. “Aww … did little ole’ me scare Mr. Skill and Power? I’m sowwie. You just go back to your plans to take over this big-bad world. I’ll be good, I promise.” Dr. Bruttus and Red Wind laugh hysterically as Dymium plants a kiss on the cheek of the red-faced Thulkon.

NEXT: The Plan Put Into Action!