Rex Rogue And The League Of Teenage Supervillains by C. H. Aalberry

Author:C. H. Aalberry [Aalberry, C. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steel Gong Publishing
Published: 2017-03-07T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: INSIDE THE TEMPLE

There is no profit in picking a fight you can’t win. If you feel you must, however, then at least make sure you don’t fight fair.

–Rex Rogue’s guide for aspiring supervillains, unpublished.

RoboRodent gulped and took a step backwards, but Rex wasn’t worried. He raised his gun and flicked the safety off.

“The Psychic Psycho is dead,” he said.

“No. No–one ever found my body! I am the Psychic Psycho and I live, Duke Terror, I live.”

“Yeah? If you really are the Psychic Psycho then I’ve got a welcome back present for you,” Rex said, and shot the figure right between its eyes.

The pulsewave demolished the throne and the stone wall behind it, vaporizing black rock and cement alike. White smoke billowed out and rose up to the tiny windows, but nothing inside it moved. Rex kept his rifle ready, but after a few minutes nothing emerged from the smoke.

“I think we’re good,” he said.

Then everything in the room was lifted off the ground and thrown against the walls as if the temple was caught in an earthquake. Rex bounced to his feet as robots and rocks dropped around him like hail. Chedda was thrown into a wall with a loud crack. It lay on its side, sparks shooting out of one side that had split open. Robotic mice were already at work repairing it, but it was clear that Rex’s bodyguard wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. Rex rolled into the shadows and raised his rifle, but the fake Psychic Psycho was nowhere to be seen. Neither was RoboRodent.

“Ralph?” Rex called out.

“I’m fine. Are you sure this guy is a fake?”

“Yeah. Powerful, though. We can still take him down without any problems.”

The smoke began to clear, revealing a figure floating over where the throne had once sat.

“I am the Psychic Psycho,” he boomed.

He sounded confident enough, but he was floating a little unsteadily in the air and one of his arms was oddly bent. He waved a hand and rocks shot towards Rex, but Rex dodged them easily.

“Definitely a fake. RoboRodent, would you care to take the lead?”

“Sure! Swiss, target and attack!”

“Target: get snack?”

“No! Fight!”

“Target: fright!”

The hulking figure of Swiss leapt into the air and crashed into the fake Psychic Psycho, bringing them both down. The rest of RoboRodent’s army surged forward to help, piling in to form a teeming mass of biting metal bodies. The two supervillains watched from the sidelines as metal and stone were ripped apart.

“How are you so sure he’s a fake?” RoboRodent asked.

“The real Psychic Psycho only ever referred to himself as the New Man, remember?”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“No! I am real!” protested the fake supervillain from the ground.

He pointed at the supervillains and Rex was thrown out of the room, rolling down a corridor and into the darkness. His rifle was sent flying down a set of stairs with a crash as Rex was dragged into a tiny stone room. Heavy doors slammed shut, trapping him. He heard the ominous grinding of gears as the room shrank and the walls and ceiling began to squeeze together.

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