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Scars on Broadway - Insane

Chapter Twelve

Scorpions and Scarecrows

One month later. April 5th.
Two Months and Twenty-Five Days

I was falling through the clouds, in close pursuit of Scorpion, my opponent below me. We were fighting in freefall, above the coastline of TV Tropes. The ocean was clear blue, reflecting the battle above it like a great mirror, expanding endlessly. Scorpion wore a black FML T-shirt, with torn blue jeans and old tennis shoes. His eyes were a light blue, his skin displaying a very light tan, his hair brown and going down his shoulders. He wielded a trident called Neptune, with powerful abilities.

No match for one of the Twenty, though.

I dived towards him, and swung Golden Fang at his chest. He blocked with his forked weapon, and kicked me in the chest, sending me flying backwards. I regained traction in midair, and concentrated.

Golden Fang, Howl!

I slashed my weapon in his direction, releasing a giant wave of scarlet energy. He quickly countered, slashing the beam in half and avoiding harm, but I used the distraction to get up close, slicing his chest open.

"Argh!" he screamed, dropping his weapon. We sped ever faster towards the shore, and I knew I had to think fast. I attempted to gain traction in my falling state, but at this point, it was impossible- I was at too high a velocity to stop now.



The coastline suddenly vanished, replaced by a smooth steel floor. I landed with a soft thump on the floor and Scorpion, completely unscathed, fell on his back, landing beside his weapon, Neptune.

Scorpion and I were in a massive room the size of a full football stadium, with bright lights around the ceiling and eight doors spread around the walls. It was the Reaper Council's Training Room, which put the users into a Virtual Reality reserved for training and the such. Think the X-Men's "Danger Room".

Our new headquarters was inside of the forests of TV Tropes, covering a large circular area. The colossal Training Room was the main component, and we had meeting rooms and the bunks and the such around the Complex.

Scorpion was not a ranked member of the Council, but a member of MarioWiki's Army, which we had began to make more connections with, due to Evoltsul's coming return.

The Council was no longer a secret organization, now known all across the Wiki World. Ranked members and Admins, along with squads of soldiers from the various Wikis armies, were sent all across the world to gather diplomatic support, as well as prepare the Wikians for Evoltsul's inevitable return.

Ruin and his cronies went back underground following the death of Pride and the reveal, and, despite how much we looked, we hadn't found a trace of any of them. The Council, along with many of our benefactors (Stooben, Porple, Wales, etc, etc.) told the InterWikian Government of The Cynds, and Evoltsul and Ruin, and what was soon to come for the entire world.

The only thing left to do was train and prepare for the worst.

"That was a good fight, Scorpion." I said, walking beside him to the nearest door. He sighed angrily, setting Neptune over his back.

"I was supposed to win that time!"

"Hey," I said, "it takes someone very powerful to counter my Howl attack. You should be proud enough for that. We can face off again tomorrow, you know."

He calmed himself.

"If you say so, Tabuu."

I chuckled. "Don't tell me you're a sore loser?"

"I'm not. I'm just wondering how best to kick your ass when the time comes."

We shared a laugh as we came to the steel sliding door, which automatically opened in front of us.

Standing in the hallway, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, was a high-ranking General of Fantendo's Army- Scarecrow Von Steuben. He was of medium height, well built, with orangey-red hair, bright green eyes, and with browned, tanned skin from all of his time spent in the Spam Desert. He wore a blue-and-black camouflaged uniform, with two swords and a black pitchfork strapped to his back, with a revolver in a holster on his waist beside much ammunition for it, a survival knife on his chest, and finally, a magnum in a holster on his left thigh. He was always ready for a fight.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Shining from his chest and hanging from his pendant was a black-and-white Shy Guy mask. I had no idea why he wore it, or what it was even for, but he never went anywhere without it.

"General, what're you doing here today?" I asked.

A smirk crossed his face. "That would be none of your business, Rank Three. Now, if you would excuse me..." He grabbed Scorpion's wrist, "I need to talk with Scorpion in private."

Scorpion looked confused, and Scarecrow pulled him away. I watched them go, and shrugged.

Eh, SvS is just weird like that.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, and called Nalia.


"Yo. How's it going in Referata?"

"It's going alright. Me and Skell are doing a good job over here- I think we can get their cooperation."


"How're things back at the Base?"

"Meh, just got out of a Training Session with Scorpion."

"How'd he do this time?"

"He's improving."

"Did he win?"

"Not yet, no." I yawned.

"So, how're things with you and Grapes going?"

"I, uh..."

"Haven't asked her out yet, have you?"


"It better be done before I get back. Or I'll make you listen to Skell reading Shakespeare."

I heard Skell distantly from Nalia's side- "And I'll do it, too."

All three of us laughed.

"Well, I'll talk with you guys later. It's mid-afternoon, and I haven't eaten anything yet. Starving, man."


"Oh, shut up. Later, man."


I hung up, returning my phone to it's pocket.

I walked away.

Scorpion's Point of View.

Scarecrow pulled me into one of the spare bunking rooms.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Do you want to become strong enough to fight against Tabuu?" he asked me.

"Of course." I responded.

"Well, I know just the guy. Think you could venture across the desert sometime?"

"The Spam Desert!?"

Scarecrow nodded. "Yeah. I know somebody who lives out there- he's an old man. His name is Max. You wouldn't believe what he's capable of doing."

It was tempting.

"How is he going to do it?"

"Let's just say..." Scarecrow said, "he isn't what you'd call a normal human."

I was interested.

"So, what do you say? Want to take a trip with me today? We can get on a plane in no time, and I know my way across the Desert."

"Sure. Sounds great."

Scarecrow smiled.

"Good. I knew you'd accept."

A./N. Please read and review. You know the stuff. Also, Scorpion, I'm going to have to turn you down on the "hot girlfriend" part, because that just gives me another character to deal with. You may notice you're not an evil character.

Let's just say you will be, eventually. Also, the other people who signed up- don't worry, you'll all soon be making your appearances as well.