Worlds Reverse Part 1

Worlds Reverse Part 1
written by Scott W. Taylor

In the previous chapter: Ford, the former employee at the Department of Fact and Reality, aided the Trash Commandos to return the population of Earth back to normality. The human race is once again human. Once their mission was completed however, Ford transported the Trash Commandos to another place in reality. Unbeknown to any of them, however, a pair of eyes have been watching their every move...




The neglected streets of London would have been silent were it not for the wind, and the snow. And it snowed constantly. Ever since the day, that one fateful day everything changed. A ghostly blanket of white covered everything in sight. Even the tallest buildings seemed only half visible, poking through the snowdrifts like old shipwrecks in the evening twilight.  

    Then a bright burst and strobe of light lit up the the snowfield and was suddenly replaced by six strange-looking individuals. The Trash Commandos stood and shivered in the cold air. Ford waved his reality wand and quickly six winter coats miraculously appeared, adorning each of them.
   'Where is this? Where did you bring us?' Commander Trash demanded, looking down at Ford.
   'This is London, England' spoke the little creature. 
   'How can this be?' Dirk Gumbo reacted, incredulously. 'We were in London a second ago. This is not London. You must have taken a sharp turn at Greenland, buster!'
   'No' Ford corrected him, 'this is London. This is another London.'
   'How many blasted Londons are there?!' Danny Mult snapped. 
   'You'd be surprised' spoke Ford. 'You'd also be surprised that there are an infinite number of Londons, and that there are an equal number of you in all of them.'
   'You're talking about alternate realities?' Cinderella queried. 
   'Indeed yes' answered the little creature. 'This reality is the flip side world, the world I helped screw up.'
   'How many worlds did you just "help screw up," Ford?' Malloy questioned, glibly. 
   'Just two.' 
   'Oh that's a relief!'
   'Okay, enough with the sarcasm' Commander Trash held up his hands with a cautioning gesture. 'Now, Ford, tell us why we're here.'
   'Because of them!'
   Ford pointed to a group of human forms that had only just started to emerge form the half-submerged buildings in the distance. 
   'Humans!' one of the human forms shouted in a hostile tone. 
   'Is he talking about us?' Dirk Gumbo questioned. 
   'I'm afraid he is' Ford replied. 'Um, guys, I don't want to alarm anyone, but they don't look none too friendly. I think we should run!' 
   There were about eight human forms. Each one held a weapon. Each was moving steadily toward the Trash Commandos. 
   'What's going on?' Commander Trash asked. 'Did they just call us humans?'
   Ford began to turn and sprint away.
   'I'll explain later!' he shouted. 'Right now...Run!!!'
   Suddenly the air was filled with the thrum of engines. It came from all directions. There were motorcycles. Machine guns. Also there was a chopper overhead. 
   The Trash Commandos took to their heels. 
   The human forms on motorcycles were gaining. 
   'Its up to me, I guess' Jay 'Wheels' Malloy spoke as he veered off to intercept one of the attackers. He cut one of them off, forcing the man to steer his bike into the side of a building. 
   Dirk Gumbo also had an idea. Stretching out his bubble gum textured arms in either direction, he managed to quickly form a long barricade. Two of the cycles tried to swerve under his protruding arms. They didn't duck down low enough however. The two riders banged their heads and were knocked clean off their bikes. Dirk retracted his arms and gloated at the two humans lying on the floor unconscious. Their bikes continued to speed on ahead by themselves.

  Commander Trash ran for cover. 
   A human knelt on the ground, aiming a small rocket launcher in the direction of the mutant. 
   'Eat fire, you ugly...'
   The rocket shot from the barrel, slicing through the air towards Commander Trash's last known position. The ensuing blast sent the commando hurtling backwards through the air. He landed a distance away. 

   
Commander Trash sat up a moment later, stuck his tongue out and responded promptly with a, 'Really, is that the best you joker's got?'

       The chopper hovered overhead. 
   'We have a clean shot!' the human manning the machine gun at the open bay shouted to his commanding office. 
   'Take them out!' he shot the order.
   Cinderella Frankenstein backed away slowly. Since her mutation she had never once felt the occasion to explore her special mutant

ability. However, now seemed like a excellent opportunity to find out. Looking down at the dinosaur skull that she held like some arcane weapon in her right hand, she noticed that there was a compartment under the lower jaw, a space wide enough to fit over her head. Quickly she placed the dinosaur skull over her head and suddenly a staggering transformation took shape. She began to grow in size. Lager and larger she grew. An exoskeleton formed, bursting out of her skin, Over her arms, her torso, her legs, hands, and feet. Her entire body was accentuated with a bony material. She leaped high into the air with a mighty roar and dug her bony teeth into the spinning blades, bringing the chopper careering to the ground. 

   Cinderella removed her skull mask and she quickly reverted back to her normal self. 
   'Wow, man!' Danny shouted praises. 'That was just awesome! I had no idea you could do that!'
   'Neither did I' Cinderella said, looking down at her skull weapon.    'Okay' Commander Trash interjected, looking at Ford. 'Start talking. Who were those people? And why did they attack us?'
   Ford took a moment to catch his breath. 
   'Firstly' he said, 'they are not human. In this universe they are the mutants...you guys are human.'
   'Would you mind running that by me again?' Malloy requested. 

   'Its simple' Ford explained. 'The humans in this world evolved naturally with unusual appearances and abilities. What you'd consider mutations and aberrations are simply the natural inhabitants of this world. Those humans we just encountered...They are the mutations.'
   'Earth to Mars! Sorry, still don't understand' Danny interrupted.
   'In your reality' Ford started to explain, 'human beings were transformed into mutants, yes? well this is an alternate reality, right? Well, here everything happened in an alternate way. Here mutants, the rightful and indigenous people in this world, were transformed into human beings. Here those men who attacked us just a moment ago...They are the aberrations! They attacked us out of self defence. They attacked us because they thought we had been sent to eradicate them.'
   'So here we are the humans' Commander Trash stated, stroking his chin thoughtfully. 
   'Precisely' Ford agreed.
   
A short distance away, a small periscope emerged out of the snow and began to turn, surveying the frozen landscape, then instantly came to a stop when it saw the Trash Commandos.   
Far beneath the snowy wastes almost familiar eyes watched through the view finder. The Trash Commandos had grabbed the attention of an old enemy. 
   'Who are these people? I've never seen them before.'
   Two of the enemy's minions turned to their master with curious looks on their faces.

   'Who is it, boss?' one almost fell over the other as he pressed his employer for answers. 
   'I don't know. But I just watched them take down an entire platoon of mutants. They completely trashed them.'
   'Oooh oooh, let me see, let me see, boss!' the minion cried, almost stepping over the other in the process. 
   'Stop your idiocy!' the employer scolded as he deactivated the periscope. 'This latest development might be a sign...Or a curse. I must learn how to exploit it. Or my name isn't...Harold Zarkmann!'




         

                                  To be continued...