AAOOOSC! #10

Chapter 9: "Green-Bean-Seen--"

Meanwhile in the dark night of the main room of the EHP Headquarters in Detroit, evil is brewing...

The final clanks are heard as Alex and Nikita are huddling around something, or someone, blocking what or who they are tending. They then both depart separate ways, revealing what they were doing to who:

There is a huge, metallic box with many blinking lights and buttons lining the top edge of it. Wires and tubes run up and connect to a thick, metallic chair that can be easily mistaken as an electric chair. There are cuffs on the chair, holding the the one who is one it in place from his chest, to his wrists, and to his ankles. And the one sitting on that chair is Toews. My, does he have a face with trepidation written all over it.

Standing a few feet away from him is Jimmy, who is having wicked pleasure just observing the situation the ruler of the NHL is in. He is looming down at him with a smirk, stifling back his chuckles.

"Hello, Toews..." Jimmy slowly steps up to him with his hands clasped behind his back. "You're the right hand ruler of the NHL, if I'm not mistaken," he adds on in a mockingly tone.

Toews snaps his head from left to right then right to left, searching for answer to his question from the dark room; he then faces Jimmy. "Where am I, what's going on--?" he questions with growing frenzy.

"Well, can't you use your powers to tell you where you are?" Jimmy lets a quick beat go by. "Oh wait, you can't! 'Cause of this!" He extends his hands out toward the chair and machine. "Oh, look at that: The right hand ruler of the NHL can't use his powers..." He lowers himself to Toews's eye level. "Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Toews makes a bewildered look. "What? What do you mean?"

Jimmy gradually stands back up. "Use your powers to free yourself from that." He points to the cuffs that are over his wrists.

Toews snaps his eyes down at the cuffs. He then grabs a hold of his power flow with his mind, directing it to his hands. He senses the energy surging toward his hands and wrists; he then commands it to activate physically. Suddenly, he feels the power getting sucked away by an outside force as it is being activated.

"Wha--?" Toews gazes at his hands with wide eyes as he sees no sign of powers coming from it.

"Having a hard time, Toews--?"

"What's going on, why can't I use my powers?" Toews cries out at Jimmy.

Jimmy steps up to Toews. "Because of this, my dear: the Lean-Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Clean-Mean Machine!" He traces the armrest of the chair with his fingers then moves up to the massive machine behind Toews. He turns around, facing the back of the chair. "You see, this Green- Bean-Keen--"

"Green-Bean-Seen," Alex corrects Jimmy from his right.

"Right, right." Jimmy clears his throat. "This Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Mean--"

"Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Clean-Mean," Alex tells Jimmy.

Jimmy lets out an exaggerated sigh. "This Green-Bean-Keen--"

"Green-Bean-Seen--"

"Aw, shut up!" Jimmy roars at Alex, waving his hands in the air.

Alex backs away from him in fright.

"Where was I?" Jimmy mutters to himself. "Ah yes! This Green-Bean-Seen-Keen-Clean-Mean Machine does it all: As long as you are sitting on that chaired, cuffed up, your powers will be sucked into this machine, building up inside. Even if you try to use your powers, conjure your powers..." He walks up to Toews, making eye contact with him from the side. "...it'll all go in there." He points to the machine.