Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 151: Angry

In the wee hours on Hellfire Boulevard, it was dead quiet, just a few blocks from a sewer exit.

A big-headed dude in a mask popped out, checking for any signs of life. Seeing none, he bolted out of the sewer. This guy was a giant, like six-six, draped in a gray cloak that hid him completely.

Right behind him, three more similarly dressed figures crawled out of the sewer.

They scrambled up the fire escape of a nearby apartment building, laughing and jumping around on the rooftop, heading towards Alvin's block.

The crew was in high spirits, except for the leader who kept his head down, clearly annoyed with the three trailing behind him.

One of the three, laughing and running, hollered, "Raphael, chill out, man! Donatello's got a big surprise for those jerks. You just got peed on, no biggie. My pizza got trashed, and I'm cool!"

Another one of the three kicked the loudmouth while running and said seriously, "Quit bugging Raphael, he's had enough crap."

The first guy, obviously a chatterbox, kicked back and shouted, "Leonardo, don't pin this on me. You were the one who wanted to leave that cursed spot yesterday. Why'd you pick such a sketchy place?

This is Hellfire Boulevard, dude. Don't you know sketchy places are dangerous?"

The last person in the group chucked two small stones at the heads of the bickering pair and said softly, "Pipe down, especially you, Michelangelo. You'll wake up the whole damn boulevard."

Leonardo shut up after getting hit, while Michelangelo turned and whispered, "Am I wrong? Donatello, we haven't had decent pizza in ages, and yesterday's was a total bust.

Raphael's always so hot-headed. If we sneak out for revenge, the teacher's gonna flip.

He warned us to stay away from these blocks; there’s weird stuff that’ll kill everything in the sewer."

Donatello, still jogging, said, "I've looked into it. It's some kind of bio-toxin. Every three days, the sewers in these blocks get flooded with it.

Whenever the sewer creatures die, the toxin vanishes. It's super weird."

Michelangelo grumbled, "Weird means dangerous. Why are we risking it?

Those guys last night were tough. One of my molars is still loose."

After a bit more running, they finally reached the rooftop of the apartment building across from Alvin's restaurant.

The four of them lay flat on the edge, sneakily watching their enemy's house across the street.

Donatello proudly pulled out a few small bottles, about the size of fists, and whispered to Michelangelo, "We're not fighting tonight. We just gotta chuck these bottles into their place.

This is the nastiest stuff I could find, ten times concentrated. They'll never forget it."

Saying this, Donatello carefully placed the bottles on the ground, keeping them a bit away from himself, clearly wary of them.

Raphael adjusted his mask, glaring hatefully at the small building across the street. Anyone would be pissed if they got peed on. Plus, that gorilla monster busted his nose yesterday.

After scoping things out, the four of them felt the time was right.

Fueled by rage, Raphael was the first to grab a bottle, weighing it in his hand, and posed like a baseball pitcher, ready to hurl it at the house across the street.

Michelangelo, all excited, moved closer for a better view, accidentally knocking a bottle off the edge of the rooftop.

Donatello softly exclaimed, "No," crawling to the edge of the rooftop and peering down.

With a helpless sigh, he patted his forehead and pulled out four basic gas masks from his bag, handing them to his buddies.

Smacking Michelangelo on the head, Donatello snapped, "You idiot, why can't you ever do anything right?"

Raphael, momentarily delayed, swung his arm again and chucked the bottle at the house across the street.

The small bottle flew through the air, aiming straight for the window.

Suddenly, the window opened, and a burly white dude with a bandaged head caught the bottle effortlessly, tossing it in his hand and grinning at the four masked figures on the rooftop.

Steve was about to make a "you're done" gesture when he caught a whiff of the foulest stench ever. He took a sniff, then quickly covered his mouth, and after a few seconds, embarrassingly puked out the window.

Michelangelo, seeing the burly guy who almost knocked out his tooth vomiting at the window, rolled on the ground, laughing like a maniac!

Leonardo looked in despair as his foolish teammate knocked the remaining two small bottles downstairs.

Smelling the maddening stench, the furious Alvin opened the window, flipped the bird at the rooftop across the street, and cursed, "Fuck." Turning around, he was hit by the smell of fermented rotten eggs mixed with skunk fluid, concentrated ten times, and puked out the window like Steve!

Quick-thinking Megan covered her mouth, quickly woke up Jessica next door, and rushed into the basement's cold storage with Ginny and Nick. The house was no longer fit for humans.

Jessica, with a weak stomach, vomited while carrying Nick to the basement. The smell was just too awful.

The worst off wasn't Alvin and his crew. On the street, a few seconds after the small bottles hit the ground, a short girl with black hair and bangs, wearing a black short skirt, white mid-calf socks, and a black blazer, appeared out of thin air, hugging a streetlight and puking miserably, looking very pitiful!

About ten red-clad ninjas, revealed by the stench, were writhing on the ground, clutching their throats in agony.

The three small bottles had effectively exploded among them. A few red-clad ninjas, covered in the liquid from the bottles, rolled a couple of times and then stopped moving. They didn't turn to ash, so they were probably just knocked out by the stench.

Quick-reacting Frank and Jack, with wet towels tied around their faces, rushed to the window with automatic rifles, firing several magazines to turn all the red-clad ninjas on the street to ash, ending their suffering.

Even Frank, a seasoned executioner, was so affected by the stench that his aim was off. What should have taken one magazine of 20 bullets took five magazines.

They were mentally prepared for an attack tonight, but no one expected those kids to use biochemical weapons to create such a terrifying assault. Can anyone live here after this?

The girl in the black blazer took two stray bullets, her body jolting twice, letting out a miserable scream. But even getting shot didn't interrupt her puking.

Alvin, cleverly grabbing one of Megan's bras from the bed to cover his face, looked at the beautiful uniformed girl on the street with pity.

Alvin felt the girl was about to puke out her internal organs, with no trace of the Handshake Association assassin's demeanor left.

Thinking about his own unlucky experience, Alvin's goodwill towards those little turtles instantly vanished. He angrily commanded Sunvine to go trouble the little turtles.

He decided to give these little punks a lesson they would never forget.

Alvin was pissed!