“Bear claws!” shouts Danny, and then he falls, flat on the ground, hit by the pizza dish I threw at him, without even taking aim.
“What the fuck” he begins, but my eyes are on Turner. His eyes, which were lit, turn normal, and I smile, glad to have avoided a fight that would have proven deadly for my young friend.
But just when Danny stand up, a giant hand, at last one yard wide, wave toward Turner.
"Ehi, Turner, gimme five” shouts Mxy, and Turner is catapulted out of the restaurant, out on the wet street.
I throw a roll of dollars to the waiter, and run outside, behind Mxy and followed by Danny.
“Why did you stop me, Ed? He’s that wacko that attacked us on the way to Thunder!”
“He’s my friend, now!” I try to explain to Danny, while on the road Mxy, disguised as Franklin, keeps capturing every lighting bolt from Turner with a giant kite.
“I don’t care if it’s your friend. He surely is not ours!”
“He saved my life, Danny. More than once!”
“And he threatened mine, Edulcore. And Mxy’s Larry’s, Naecken’s and all the others. You want me to take his hand and shake it? No way”.
“He would have killed you in a moment, Danny. I know what he’s able to do”.
“Mxy would have backed me, you know Ed. Maybe you were afraid for Turner!”
I suddenly stop. Should I impose my friendship for Turner over my other friends? The trust that was born among the two of us, by means of many adventure throughout America, can be translated to the other members of the MBL?
“OK. Fair, Danny. I can’t tell you to trust that man. But I can’t let that you tore the city to settle a thing that I am sure is behind him.”
I go in the middle of the street. “Mxy, Turner! Stop. For. A. Moment!” I shout.
“Ehy, Eurovision, wassup!?” says Mxy, returning to his traditional top hat and coat look. Turner, on his own, is sweating.
“Mxy, you are stealing all the fun from Danny!” I say.
"Ohhps, Danny-boy, I am sorry” says Mxy, with a sad look. Turner gives me a puzzled expression.
I take Turner for an hand, and Danny for the other, and quickly head for a narrow alley, away from the wide street.
“Ok, guys. This is the place to settle your arguments…” I begin.
“What arguments? I was going to order a pizza!” says Turner.
“You fucking bastard! You tore our van and harmed us at Thunder!” shouts Danny.
“That was…” reply Turner, but I silence him with a gesture of my hand.
“I believe there are arguments, Turner. Things not settled. Settled for me, but not for my friends, at last for some of them. That’s why I have brought you here. Now you will settle all like gentlemen.”
“You mean?” says Danny, but Turner has figured the situation and is rolling up his sleeves.
“I mean, that if you want to fight, it must be a fair fight, WITHOUT superpowers. Plain fists with bare hands. I hope that some words to explain what happened there would be sufficient, but if you want to fight, I want that everybody will survive the fight. OK?”
[ 08-30-2002, 04:15 PM: Message edited by: The Eurostar ]
