Outcasts Of The Midlands

Chapter 10, The Enemy Of My Enemy Is My Friend

Chapter 10, The Enemy Of My Enemy Is My Friend

The control room was in chaos, Magnet had invented a weapon that could blow pop tarts to pieces. The pop tart man was drinking some coffee until he noticed the chaotic scene in the control room; it was certainly not about the book. A group of armed soldiers in heavy metallic armour with what seemed to be ice rotating around their suit.

"Leader! You must get to the bunker right now!" Shouted the security guard
"Nah.. I'd win."
The pop tart man ran towards one of the armoured people but was instantly stopped, he froze in place not from fear but from the cold. The cold was able to stun him for a second, he swiftly ran to the bunker and locked the door behind him. He left the other people inside to die.
"Hello? Security?"
"Yep we're here!" Replies the guard
"Initiate Operation: London Bridge Has Fallen Down."
"Are you sure you want to begin the invasion of the British isles-"
"You don't say it! But yes."
"This will most likely kill-"
"I don't care! Kill all the Brits!"

Little did the outcasts now, they'd have to save themselves from the pop tart man's wrath.

Lewis suddenly woke up on the cold winter night, a breeze froze him to the core. A call from Maisie on his smartphone.
"What is it?"
"So.. you know how everyone has gone away for Christmas. Including that bunch on the ship."
"Yes?"
"Well.. we have only 3 others we can contact?"
"Yeah? What that gotta do with anything?"
"The pop tarts are back, and they're here to conquer."
"Are you SERIOUS!"
"Yes Lewis, I am serious."
"In the morning, meet me at Grand Central in Birmingham City Centre."

Lewis called the other 3 and got ready to head off at 6am, he grabbed his pistol and his riot shield and hopped on the train at the nearest station. The person who he'd been living with for the last 5 days got paid the surprisingly cheap £10 needed. As soon as he left, he'd began his quest to Grand Central. One person on the train was looking at him very confusedly.
"So.. why do you have a tactical pistol and riot shield lying behind you?" He seemed to know a lot about guns.

"Oh.. I do a bit of.. let's just say an acting job."
He managed to style it out. Suddenly a call rung from his phone, it was from Oliver.
"Hello?"
"Yeah.. I am at Grand Central with Ashley, Zoey and Maisie. Where you at?"
"Oh.. just caught a train from the south! On my way!"
He hung up, he was about 5 minutes from City Centre and it was fine. Until it wasn't. A group of 3 pop tarts rushed out the front of the train with M-17s in hand. They started shouting in english surprisingly.
"You wanna die! This is the last straw." Said the first

Lewis stood up and looked confident.
"Nah, I'd win.."
One suddenly tried to shoot but was instantly stoped by the riot shield, he pulled out the pistol and shot the first one. The second attempted to shoot a child but was instantly blocked, Lewis pulled out his signature move at this point - just like in a game. He roundhouse kicked one of them in the head and shot the other one. He had won, or so he thought. A much stronger pop tart ran into the cabin, he was strong but not as strong as the pop tart man. The 6ft pop tart person pulled out a scythe, and sliced a blonde girl in half.

"Noob mistake I see? Ohh I'm not meant to sound cringe-"
The pop tart attempted to slice but he leant back, grabbed his legs and then knocked him onto the door. Lewis (5,10ft) pinned him towards the door and threw a cold penny at him which paralysed the pop tart. The pop tart was stunned, had a heart attack and spontaneously combusted. And then everyone started clapping. The stop was right there and he left.

He ran off the train the instant the second the door opened. Something seemed off, like everyone was looking at the stairway. A swift breeze of air swooped down as the Pop Tart Man himself hopped down into the lower parts with the trains.
"Ok, what do you want now?" Said Ashley
"Who, What, Where and Why." Oliver added
"Lewis, Air hockey, Arcade and Magnet."
"What did Magnet do!" Lewis Responded
"He wrote a book on how to kill a pop tart."
"Why air hockey?"
"It's fair, just follow me."
He explained that if he won he could have full permission to invade, if he won he would kill the inner Szechuan Sauce. The pop tart man is chill when something isn't mind controlling him.