New chapter.
CHAPTER EIGHT:
New Meat
A twenty-something, would-be rocker with startling red hair, bushy eyebrows, freckles and gray eyes stood in his garage strumming out on an electric guitar to looked far more expensive the the garage itself. He imaged himself as being very audacious and popular, whether or not it was true remained to be seen.
He wore artistically-ripped black jeans, brown loafers, a leather jacket with a considerable ruff at the collar, and a length of chain from the right sight. He also wore a shirt with a red Shazam lightning bolt on it.
His name was Eddy Massa, though his rather unimaginative stage name was Brock Starr.
He seemed oblivious to everything around him, as he played. He wasn't exactly pro, and he did have any of GH's music-based abilities. He was just an average human skilled at music, particularly rock and its derivatives.
Then he felt a pinprick on the back of his neck and that was the last thing that he remembered, as fell, convulsing.
"Testing," Eddy's mouth, tongue and voice said, as he stopped convulsing. Then he stood up as if being pulled on invisible wires, legs completely straight, just like Andy did. "This subject is far better than the first one. I'll take it!"
It wasn't Eddy speaking, obviously, though his tongue, mouth and voice shaped the words, he wasn't the one saying them. Bipas had chosing Eddy to be his human proxy. Bipas turned to the other Zirkonians to address them, which Eddy translated into English without even looking at them, "Go find your subject proxies. I'll meet you back at the fallback spot with the nerd. Dork should have the radar up and running by now."
Hiding comfortably within a backpack -- no need in alarming the populace of their presence before they find the grower and before the fleet arrive -- he controlled Eddy to move, rather stilted at first, to go to the spot where Dek was, leaving behind Eddy's expensive guitar and his garage door wide open.
***
A debutante was wearing a luxiorious dress that brought out the blue in her eyes, and had her blonde hair done up in elaborate curls and ringlets. She wore a southern belle sort of hat. She tended to be cold and aloof to others, especially if they were not as financially well-off as she and hers were.
Her name was Bella Flower, only heiress of the Flower Estate.
When she sat down in the cool shade, she removed her hat to make sure she hadn't damaged it or dirtied it up. This was a mistake as she felt a prinprick on hrr neck as the plug too full effect.
Tek offered thr earpiece and controller to Rapier, who looked offended at the mere suggestion of having this hoity-toity human noblewoman as her proxy. She was a warrior, not a pampered princess.
"Unt!" Tek commanded, tossing him the controller and earpiece. He did not hesitate to accept the items, placing the earpiece on his ear at once. "Good, return to Commander Bipas with your proxy."
He made Bella replace her hat, hiding him, as he said, "Yes, sir!" with Bella translating it into English with the exact same inflection and intonation.
***
A D-list celebrity who imagines herself as a pop star was sing at some rinky-dink stage in some forgotten part of the city. She had dyed her hair pink and wore pink contact lenses, thinking it made her look adorable -- it didn't. She never had ascertained the type of fame she wanted, but often deluded herself into thinking that she was just some famous celebrity who had fallen into obscurity. She mostly spent her days wearing pink, frilly things and leeching off friends and family.
Her name was Kylie Nuttet.
She didn't even feel the pinprick on her neck, though she collapsed to the table she was on, before the plug took full control.
"Tek, if you offer me one of these frilly, pathetic subjects as my proxy again, I'm gonna decapitate you," Rapier said, warningly, as Tek again offered a controller and earpiece. Rapier wanted a tough, strong proxy, not these dainty, frail ones.
"Fine, then. Gru!" Tek said, handing over both items to Gru instead. Gru put the earpiece on his ear, and used the controller to empty Kylie's well-worn bag. He jumped inside, the moment that Tek instructed him to rendezvous with Bipas and Unt.
***
A thin, but muscular collegian wrestler was wearing a yellow wrestling uniform with the headgear, and he was resting alone in the locker room, mulling over a match in which he won, but felt that he did so on a mere technicality. He ruffled his blonde hair, as he looked at the ground, with his stormy grey eyes, fully exposing the back of his neck.
His name was Steve Durst.
He never even noticed the pinprick in his neck. He fell over, convulsing on the floor, until the plug took full effect. For this one, Rapier snatched the earpiece and controller from Tek. And, of course, when she spoke, Steve spoke with the same intonation and infleftion, translated into English.
"Finally, a proxy
worthy of me," Rapier said, slipping into his bag "I can't tell if this one's a male or female though. It doesn't matter. Get a proxy for yourself, Tek, and we'll reconvene at the precious coordinates."
***
A med student was walking down a deserted part of the street, looking like a bespectacled Professor Oak, look worn. It was almost as if he heard some really bad news or was fretting about upcoming test. He had starlingly green eyes and black hair.
His name was Sammy Brown. And he was Tek's proxy.
