Chapter 316: Out on the Plains… ENTER: DARK HEART- The son of Mephistopheles.

(Watchtower Sub-station control to Rhapsody New Generation: Initiate Progress report)

At this point the tour bus was getting further on closer to where it needed to be. It was getting closer to the city of Kansas. Kansas city was it’s home… Johnny’s home… Where he resided… But the fighters were in the midst of following it. There was no time to stop on chasing it. They had to tail Johnny and not lose him from their sights…

However in the throws of the country plains…

It started raining harder and harder as the scene advanced deeper into the plains… Deeper and deeper into the barren plains of the midwest. Drenching the land or so it looked as if it were doing just that… The rain kept coming and coming. But as it got further into the plains…

The rain suddenly got lighter and lighter but the sky remained stormy and was flashing strikes of lightning and lighting up the sky. The bolts of lightning were piercing the sky and striking what could ignite into flames. Lit on fire.

Suddenly out of a brief flash of light as if lightning was gonna strike and Electrocute the air and sky… Pulsing the storm clouds with constant electrical currents… It started to spew fire balls. Droppings of fire balls. Small droplets. Which at first were only a few…

As it went on… more and more of it came down and started to pick up more consistancy.

With a Flash of light…

More drops of fire drops came down… More steadily and faster… and more thicker.

It got even more and more steady and heavy as it kept coming down with the fire and lightning. It came down and came like a never-ending flash flood of fire. The fire droplets kept falling… It was as if it was signing the light for the fall of the world.

But it was only then when all of a sudden…

the falling licking flames dissipated and before another flash of lightning fully faded, a mysterious being appeared and started to show. It was a man… wearing black and walking alone…

But this clearly wasn’t a man… Because this man was with a dark purpose. A sinister purpose all his own. It turned out… He was the son… The Son to the devil…

Enter: Dark Heart…

A mere sudden moment later…

At the stranded lone setting biker bar nestled along the opened highway nearly forgotten…

There were a row of Motorcycles in a row… Lining one by one.  The front of the biker bar was dimly lit with the lights flickering and sputtering like a shorting out circuit, by the one side of the steps, there was a Rough bulky muscle tough biker. Standing around just looking out into the open plains. It was as he was standing and just barely finishing a brew… that he went for another one and then finished that one just as well…

Before he called for another one… a dixie chick looking female came out walking with a platter containing another brew…

Dixie chick Bartender: *Serving up another Bottle of beer* There you go.

Biker: *Grabbing the bottle with a intimidating glare* It took you long enough.

It was seconds later that the girl went back inside and it was then that he began to try and enjoy his cold beverage…

But as he was in the midst of drinking it down, A sudden Chill factor brushed in and made the air turn bone chilling. Rather bone chilling… which was mysterious as it wasn’t below 0 temps…

The Biker then felt his bottle getting chill factor 7 cold. He looked at it and watched as it went from normal color to Ice-cube white. It was like frost. The biker was by far very very perplexed in the matter as he didn’t know what the hell was happening or how it could have happened. However… He barely lowered his bottle and looked up from it when suddenly he saw this mysterious man walking towards the bar. Almost as if he had some infinitive right to walk right on in.

Biker: *Suddenly standing in the way of the mysterious man* I think you might be lost, boy. Angels only in there.

Darkheart: *Scoffs* Angels. Really?

It was clearly then that the mysterious man showed as if he didn’t have a care in the world and thought that the rules mattered not to him. He was with a sure undoubtful discontent over being told off., as if it meant completely nothing to him whatsoever.

Biker: *Getting a little bit up in the man’s face* Yeah, really.
You got a problem with that?

Darkheart: As a matter of fact…

Within seconds and as a fast reaction and flip of a raising finger, Darkheart points a finger at the Biker and presses it upon the very chest of the biker. What was he doing? There wasn’t any idea as to what he was attempting to do. However… whatever it might have been… it wasn’t anything good.

Suddenly signs were showing on the biker and he started turning ashy blue… dark blue. Darkheart was stealing the Biker’s soul. Sucking it up all into himself… taking away the soul of the biker standing before him…

As it went on… more and more it progressed. More and more of the Biker started to turn deathly blue and ashy colored. The soul was being drained from the Biker in the fashion of a vacuum cleaner. Except it being one that sucks up souls. However once the soul was completely sucked out of the Biker… the biker fell and it left Darkheart looking down at the now dead corpse… a soulless human.

I do.

Darkheart then walked his way into the Biker bar…

Now…

As for the fighters…

Blossom’s Team Outside the city limits of Kansas city…

Geo-Thermal girl: There’s no sign of the bus yet.

Electro Flame-light: You sure that it’s supposed to come this direction? *Looking in both directions* It doesn’t seem like anything’s coming in this direction for several miles.

Aero-Light: *Catching something* Wait… Something’s coming this way. 3 Miles from the West. It’s coming steady…

Charlene: Where are the others?

Sora: *Looking at Carly* they’re chasing down the tour bus. The one that has our person of interest inside it.

Carly: We’re gonna need some help.

Justin/Blue Turbo Ranger: We should contact the Watchtower… The sub-station. They might be able to notify someone to lend out a hand or two.

Sora: Who else is there to lend a hand? Watchtower is gone. Chloe, Tess, Genevieve… Cyborg, A.C… Black Canary… They’re gone. As is Oliver. our cousins and whatever allies we got… Are all we got left. That’s all we have.

Suddenly…

Tommy: *Transmitting from the Watchtower Command Center Sub-station* Progress report… What’s the situation out there, guys?

Charlene: *Communicating back* We’re still on the search for the tour bus. But so far… we haven’t been able to tail it. Another group of fighters though are apparently chasing something that they believe is a tour bus… and believe highly that it could be with the catalyst… Johnny Blaze inside. But The Rusoe sisters, Sora, Carly, Blossom and Leslie… are trying to catch sight of it.

Tommy: *Sighs* Oh man… Kimahri’s been on the watch and checking the monitors that sync with the Orbiter. He’s trying to lock on the position of where the Tour bus is located.

Justin: *Looking at the left side* … What?! I see it… *Suddenly spotting the Bus* The Tour Bus. It’s the tour bus. Tommy, You gotta track it. We’re going to chase after it.

Tommy: We’re on it. Justin, you guys get after it. Don’t lose track of it. The guy we’re after is the center of the situation. Find him.  Good Luck, guys.

Blossom: Thanks Tommy.

With the search still pressing on and the chase… They were all closing in on the trail of the Tour bus transporting Johnny Blaze to Kansas city. The chase was still in the process and they were gonna soon reach where the bus would park and stop, letting him and Mack out at their pad. It was a cold night. Chilly and with the air iced and freezing out to knock a wild animal down and give it the shakes…

To be continued…

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