Where, oh where, is my little Storm at? {Sequel to Riddle me Kat!}

Chapter 34

“But why?” Echo whined.

“We can’t all just be friends?” Query smiled.

“I want you outta here now.” I hissed.

“’Outta?’” Echo smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to live in Louisiana?”

“Not anymore.” I growled.

“That’s right, Hush killed your parents! Why didn’t he kill you?” Query stepped closer to me and quickly disarmed me. “Don’t point them unless you know how to use them.” She hissed in my ear. 

“How about you get out and find him?” Echo hissed at me. I glared back but decided I couldn’t fight these girls and win. They smiled, knowing they had won, and let me go. I jumped on my bike and started riding. Well, I wasn’t going to go interrupt John and Luna… so I’ll go find my pyro.

“Garfield!” I slammed on my breaks as he appeared in front of me. My bike started to slide, but I had more control over it this time. “What in the hell were you thinking?!”

“You weren’t going to hit me.” He rolled his eyes laughing. “Jet pack, remember?”

“Still, you scared me half to death.” I mumbled.

“Why aren’t you with Riddler?” he asked, a small frown forming on his face.

“Echo and Query.” I growled.

“And you didn’t just beat them because?” he smirked.

“Because they know more than I do when it comes to guns and related weapons. They’ve been in the business longer than me and are territorial.”

“So are Harvey, Penguin, Joker, and Batman. But it seems that doesn’t bother you when you go against them.” He smirked. “And it’s not that they’re territorial over land; it’s over Riddler isn’t it?”

“Sure. What ever.” I mumbled, still sitting on my bike. “So, what’re we gonna do?”

“We?” he smiled as he thought. “Burn something?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” I smiled as I kicked on my engine. “And I know just the place to burn.” I rode off with him following close behind. We arrived in front of an old shipping warehouse that hung out over the water.

“This place?” he frowned.

“Yup. No bodies to worry about, and the fire will be amazing.” I got off my bike and walked inside. Of course, I still wasn’t wearing shoes, so I had to be careful when it came to the glass.

“Let me help you out there.” Fly said, wrapping his arms around my waist and flew us through the broken window.

“Thanks.” I said when we finally reached the cold concrete ground.

“Metal and concrete won’t really burn.” He noted.

“There’s carpeting on all the floor we just walked on, there are rooms full of wooden furniture, and there’s a lot of gasoline down here.” I pointed to the barrels I had seen when Hush had called John and Edward. I shuddered at the memory and tried to keep moving. I was nearing my cell when my foot stepped on a stained area of the floor. “And that’s where the spilled gas was.” I muttered to myself. I had a sudden idea and ran in the opposite direction; to my little ‘room.’

“Hey! Where you going?” Fly called out concerned.

“Just to check my luck.” I responded, walking into the bathroom and grabbing all the towels I could hold. “Here.” I dropped them at his feet. “Soak them in gas and throw them in random places I guess.”