User blog:JustAlex93/R/C Monster Girls Chapter 10

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R/C Monster Girls

By JustAlex93

 (Reminder 2/18/16: This is a reminder that the story takes place in the character's point of view.)

Chapter 10
It was the end of the school day on Monday today, and I was waiting with Nekohana to be picked up by dad to go work at Lone Star R/C. However, the attempted robbery that happened there yesterday had gotten onto the local news, and I ended up getting some unexpected attention from some of my other classmates because I was a witness there. Adding to that, Rich had also let it slip about the Re-Volt arcade machine at the shop. Not that it was a bad thing, though, don't get me wrong. But, I have a hunch that all the Re-Volt fans (if any) in Texas would be coming here to town in order to play on it. That'll bring in some extra cash to the business!

Eventually, dad drove up, we got in the truck, and we're on our way to Lone Star R/C. We turned on the radio to listen to some thrash metal music by Dr. Know. A few minutes in, we suddenly get a report from the local news station;

"This just in; The anti-monster religious organization known as the Order of the Chief God was involved in a skirmish today against the Texas State Militia, supported by several local warrior monster-girls. Despite having magic wielders on their side, the Order unit that was in conflict against the State Militia and monsters were soundly defeated. Any survivors among the Order members either fled the scene or were captured. If you notice any suspicious individuals that may be a surviving Order member that had survived the skirmish and fled, you are to report these people to your local authorities as soon as possible.

''Be warned, that even though the warriors of the Order did not wield firearms, they can still pose a threat if left unchecked. Do not engage unless you truly mean business! If you're a monster, then they're fair game, since you might get to snag 'em and make them your mates!''

In other news--"

Even when dad turned the dial to change to another station, we still heard enough about what had happened with the Order of the Chief God. Hoo boy, this is gonna be a real doozy if any Order members asides from the ones that chased Rich, Mack, and Edwin came here into our fine little town of Dillinger. Sorry to break the forth wall, y'all, but the author has finally decided to give our town a name. Anyways, as I was saying, it's gonna be a real doozy if any of those Order members came here into town. If they're unlucky enough, they'll be snagged before they know it. However, if their luck is dumb enough, they might avoid getting captured immediately. I really hope there's not going to be any dumb luck for these Odor dudes, as Rich liked to call them. We soon arrived at Lone Star, as we then got to work.

Nekohana was helping with customer service, and I was helping to maintain the rentals of the 1/32 scale Mini 4WD cars, you know, putting in fresh batteries, and generally making sure that everything is as it's supposed to be. Everything appeared to be going well, as some people over there were practically clamoring to play Re-Volt, until dad got a phone call saying that they found out who hired those thugs to antagonize the shop, and for him to come over to the station. As he was leaving for the station, he asked Mr. Justinson to keep on eye on things while he's gone.

So, as the day went on, and people coming and going, things were looking to be on the safe side. And hopefully, I didn't jinx that right there. Unfortunately, I did jinx it, as a banged-up-looking person went scrambling into the shop through the front doors before falling over onto the floor. Even more mortifying, it was Mack!! I yelled for somebody to get a first aid kit, as I went over to his injured form. I asked him with no little amount of concern, "Mack, buddy! What in God's name happened to you?!"

He replied with a pained groan, "Dude, we got big problems! I was on my way to meet you at the shop, when these Odor dudes showed up and attacked me. Goddamn did they put such a terrible fight! Even worse, one of them was one of those big-shot Hero types blessed by the Chief God. Pompous asshole, he is! Then, that Salamander I've been crushing on showed up and saved me, allowing me to get the Hell out of there! They're headed this way, and I'm not sure how long she's gonna hold 'em off!"

"Oh, Hell," I thought morbidly, "This is it," even as Nekohana and Imasa came over with the first aid kit and started to work on disinfecting and bandaging Mack's wounds. Shit, if only I had my baseball bat with me, anything that I could use as a weapon. Plus, the customer's lives are at risk, too! This is going to be a doozy when those Order guys show up. Dad's gonna have a cow! I quickly went over to the phone in dad's office, and dialed in the number for Zantanna's enforcers, to inform them of the coming threat posed to the shop and the customers. Meanwhile, a local Black Harpy hired by my dad named Kuroihane (Japanese for "black feather"), alongside Jerry and Sala, worked to lead the customers to this sort-of safety room that was installed in the shop during the renovations. A bandaged-up Mack was also escorted into the safety room by Nekohana and Imasa. I soon got out of the office, as I then found a loose metal pipe left lying around nearby.

"Perfect!" I thought, as I grabbed it, intending to use it as a self-defensive weapon for when those Order warriors show up. I could only hope that Zantanna's enforcers got to them before they come here. It is then that someone burst in through the front doors with metallic stamping sounds. Must be an unlucky Order soldier that had managed to escape from the enforcers, and boy does he look panicky. He was also panting in exhaustion. Plus, his armor is pretty badly damaged. I came up to him warily with the pipe behind my back, as I asked him, "Can I help you?"

He said with a frightened tone, "Help! Help! I got these monsters after me! Please, you gotta hide me! I beg of you!"

Not wanting to deal with his shit, I shoved him before I said to him, "No way! You and your friends were the ones who attacked my friend Mack, so why should I help you," as I then brandished the pipe threateningly.

It is then that some Dullahans and Witches came in through the doors, lead by Miss Albain. One of the Witches spotted the Order soldier, as she gasped, "There he is," before dive-bombing him on her broom. Of course, I had to jump out of the way, even as the sorry little bastard tried to get the Hell outta there. However, he is cornered by two Dullahan, who dogpiled onto him without losing their heads. They restrained him, cuffed him, and took him away, as Miss Albain said to me with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation!"

Right after things are cleared up, we let the customers and Mack out of the safety room, as they are then allowed to resume what they were doing before. Mack, however, had to be taken to the local healer because of the injuries he's sustained. Hoo boy, those Odor dudes are in a lot of trouble now!

After all that BS, I'm definitely ready for a vacation! Not only that, but apparently, those thugs that tried to steal dad's collection were hired by a business rival of his from another town. I wouldn't be surprised if they contacted the local authorities over there to arrest him, and possibly even shut down his business or at least put it under new management.

Chapter End

Author's Note: Forgive me if I decided to throw in thing after thing in this one, because I was just about to run out of ideas. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. And to that one anon who names himself Commisar Hate, you're not scaring anybody with your comments.