A Hectic House

Grade-A Gas

Anti jolted awake when the warehouse door was slammed open, loud voices following afterwards. The glitch used the glass to push himself to his feet, Schneep and King standing up as well, Marvin weakly looking up from where he was slumped in his tank.

In paraded a large group of demons and they dragged and carried in screaming and flailing bodies. The demon at the front was dragging Eric Derekson who was clutching his yellow handkerchief and sobbing, in his other hand was Jameson's wrists and the mute was digging his heels into the ground, silently trying to free himself.

The demon behind him was carrying Robbie at an arm's length, the zombie groaned and trying to bite at his captor's hands. Then in came two demons who were tightly holding Jackie Boy Man's arms and tugging him occasionally, the superhero putting up the biggest fight so far.

Then in came Chase Brody and Shawn Flynn, the painter throwing swear words at the demons around him and Chase was being dragged by his ankles, the trick shooter clutching his hat and trying to grab a chip in the floor or a table leg.

Behind Chase was the Jim Twins who were screaming and flailing, terrified by the demons, Reporter Jim held his microphone tightly and Camera Jim's camera was nowhere in sight. Bim Trimmer was pulled in by his hair and finally the door closed behind Die who held Jack against his chest, a forming black eye decorating his porcelain skin.

Anti gasped before slamming his hand on the glass, glitching spastically.  "You've just dug yourself a six foot hole fucker!"

"And how disappointing it is that you can't push me in," Die smirked and pressed a button on the control panel in his hand.

Electricity filled his cell and he screamed, sliding down the glass and falling unconscious in an awkward position.

"You muzzerfucker!" Schneep yelled and glared through the glass, his nose was bruised and his lip was swollen.

A bunch of new containment cells rose from the ground and the new captives were placed in, all except for Chase who broke a foot free and kicked the demon holding his leg in the face. Chase was dropped and crashed onto the floor, gasping at the impact and arched his back off the floor, his chest heaving from lack of breath.

Die stood over the trick shooter and grabbed his face, yanking him to his feet and lifting him off the ground. "I wonder how your kids would react if they found out their dad was brutally murdered because he couldn't keep his trap shut."

The trick shooter flailed his legs and was thrown at his empty cell and slid to the ground, drawing in ragged breaths. "Leave him alone!" Jackie roared, he punched the glass and from the force of it rocking back up his arm he was flung backwards against the glass.

"For now," the blonde shrugged and Chase was lifted up by the arm pits and dropped into his cell, his legs giving out from under him.

"Chase," Jack said softly from the cell beside him. "Chase, are you okay?"

He nodded weakly and leaned back against the glass, catching his breath. "I'm alright bro."

As Anti began to stir the warehouse door opened again and a woman ran in, she had matted blonde hair and blank white eyes. She tapped Die on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, he grinned maliciously and whispered back and she ran out.

"Was that your skanky whore of a girlfriend?" The glitch groaned and Die held a hand over the button that electrocuted Anti, he swallowed and held his breath, his glare never faltering.

"If you continue to be a brat you will continue to be punished," Die moved his hand away from the button before pushing it suddenly.

Anti screamed so loud that the main lights flickered and the tanks' lights flashed violently. When the electricity stopped his body lay in a crumpled heap, his chest barely moving but his glitching was aggressive, static filling his cell.

"I'm gonna fucking end you!" Jackie screamed and punched the glass again, his body slamming backwards.

Die rolled his eyes and a group of demons rolled in a tank of gas. "We have only enough for one person to test it on, Sir," one of them told him.

Die's eyes skimmed the tanks before settling on Chase who curled into a ball and kept his eyes on the demon as he approached him. Die flicked the glass and Chase flinched back slightly. "We'll test with this one."

"Test?" Schneep frowned. "Vat ze fuck do you mean test?"

Die ignored the doctor and a pipe was attached to the side of Chase's tank, he gasped and jumped up, pressing his body against the glass as a white gas poured into the small tank.

"What is this gonna do to me?" He cried, holding his shirt collar over his nose.

"We'll see," the blonde shrugged.

"You don't know!" Jackie yelled and slapped his hands on the glass.

Chase grabbed his throat and coughed, a tiny dribble of black liquid falling out his mouth and became visible when his shirt fell down. The trick shooter fell forward onto the glass and slid down to his knees, clawing at his throat.

"You're killing him!" Shawn shrieked.

Die nodded to his demon scientists and they cut off the gas, the hatch slid open and the walls of the tank went down into the floor. Chase's body slid across the floor and Die's brow furrowed as he saw Chase had long hair down to his shoulders, lime green with brown underneath and his cap was on the concrete.

Looking closer Chase had a few more adjustments to his body, his limbs were skinnier, his shoulders narrower and his hips seemed more curved than before. Gasps arose around the room as Chase groaned and sat up, his face was slimmer, lips fuller, eyes bigger and a button nose.

Chase was a girl.