The Muddle Puddle

Title: Reasons: Number 05 of 20 Why the Truth is King…
Fandom: Static Shock
Author: Lynx212
Characters: Virgil/Hotstreak, Richie
Words: 299
Rating: M
Summary: The truth will set you free…or stun your enemies…either way you cut it, that rocks.

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I’m patrolling the West side of the city while Gear covers the East. I was about to call it a night when I catch a glimpse of Ferret ducking in an alley. I follow the sniveling man and when he leads me to a little meeting between some of the metabreed I hide and decide to eavesdrop.

Ebon is there spouting off some poorly thought-out plan to score some easy money and everyone is going along with it but, HotStreak.

“You got a problem with my plan, Francis?” Ebon sneers.

“Call me that again and your shitty plan will be the least of your concerns.”

The others are snickering but trying to hide it and only quit when Ebon glares at them.

“So what’s your problem…Hotstreak?”

“One, we would be stupid to try and take this on now with all the criminal activity this month. That place is sure to be guarded around the clock.”

“You scared of a few guards?”

“Fuck no, but once they realize we’re bang babies Static and Gear will be there before we even have a chance to get the loot loaded none the less out of the building.”

“He’s got a point, Ebon,” Kangor said, “You are the only one that can come and go through walls. Why don’t you come in and get the loot out?”

“Yeah,” Ferret echoed, “why don’t you?”

I watch as Ebon gives Hotstreak a look that could freeze hell but the redhead doesn’t flinch.

“Silence,” Ebon shouts, “I make the plans here.”

“Fine, but count me out.”

“Who said you had a choice?” Ebon threatens.

Hotstreak does nothing more than arch an eyebrow at the living shadow before walking away and leaving the rest of the Metabreed stunned and Ebon furious. Imagine that…Ebon didn’t get his way.

Title: Reasons: Number 03 of 20 of Why the Truth is King…
Fandom: Static Shock
Author: lynx212
Characters: Virgil/Hotstreak, Richie
Words: 300 Rating: T
Summary: The truth will set you free…or tire you out…you can never tell these days.


Days turn into weeks and my mood hasn’t improved and I think every bang-baby in the city knows Static means business. Fine by me but now the human crimes have picked up. Those bank robbers were armed to the teeth. By the time I hand them over to the cops, I’m beat and in need of some peace and quiet.

To the old city park it is.

It’s in a deserted part of town so imagine my surprise when I see none other than Hotstreak laid out on a bench. I start to turn around but think fuck it as long as he doesn’t start a fight I’ll let him be. I’m so pissed I don’t even hide my presence and stroll right in front of him.

I can tell he tenses but doesn’t move. Instead, he says, “I don’t want any trouble Sparky.”

“Good, I’m not in the mood to deal with you either.”

Red brows arch in surprise, “What has you in such a pissy mood? You’ve been on edge for weeks.”

“Just because I obey the law doesn’t mean I don’t have my own problems,” I snap not even knowing why I bothered to answer him.

“Chill out Hero, nobody said your life was fucking roses.”

“Go away and leave me alone, Hotstreak.”

“Fuck you, Sparky. I was here first. If you don’t like it, you leave.”

He’s right and for some reason this realization strikes me as funny as hell and I laugh.

“What’s so damn funny,” the redhead asks sitting up now.

“I just realized we’re fighting over a park bench like a couple of fourth graders.”

“Yeah, well I swore I’d never grow up so fine by me, Flyboy.”

“Why am I even talking to you?” I ask.

“Beats the hell out of me.”