Derrick

"Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again.
Because a vision softly creeping,
left its seeds while I was sleeping..." 

Derrick sang quietly to himself as he rode. Well, quietly was a relative term. He was honestly belting the words out with some serious projection, but at 75 miles an hour on the back of a Harley Davidson with the wind in his face... quietly was better than most could hope for. 

"And the vision," he continued, "that was planted in my brain, still remains."

A new voice cut in, one with a slight german accent. "Within the sound, of silence."

To his credit Derrick didn't suddenly swerve off the road in his shock. He'd been riding alone for the last three hundred miles, leaving that girl in Tacoma the night before. A glance at his sideview mirror showed a bright blue, fur covered individual perched on the pillion seat just behind him on the bike. "Simon and Garfunkel," the blue guy shouted. "Love their work."

"Actually," Derrick yelled back. "I was going with the cover done by Disturbed." He lifted his left hand and pointed back over his right shoulder with two fingers. A moment later there was a brilliant flare of light around his fingers and a tiny bolt of energy flew from his hand at his unwanted passenger. 

Blue boy ducked, easily avoiding the, admittedly, weak shot and leaped into the air. There was a strange sound, one that was lost entirely in the roar of the engine beneath him and the howling wind and the blue mutant vanished in a cloud of smoke. Derrick smirked and turning back to the front, sure that his visitor was gone. 

When he found himself gazing into a pair of deep yellow eyes though, he reacted like any other terrified individual in the presence of a mutant terrorist that was wanted by just about every government on earth might react, he panicked.

"Gah!" he cried out and his hands came up off the handle bars as he swung wildly at the face while leaning back on the bike to try to put some distance between him and the Nightcrawler.

The end result was he threw the bike off balance and the whole vehicle started to swerve back and forth, the front wheel wobbling violently. He grabbed the handlebars and pulled on the brake. In his panic he pulled a little too hard. The front wheel locked up and an instant later the vehicle was flipping end over end down the highway bits of plastic and chunks of metal spraying across the road. 

Of Derrick and the crawler there was no sign, save for a cloud of sulfurous smoke that quickly dissipated on the breeze.

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They appeared inside a room, location, unknown to Derrick. He idly noticed other people sitting and standing around but he wasn't paying much attention. They second they landed he wrenched himself away from Nightcrawler, pulling his jacket free of the grip the other mutant had on him and reached up to yank off his helmet which he slammed on the ground. 

"What in tha fecking hell is wrong with ye?" he roared, his Irish accent far more pronounced than usual in his rage. "Ye don' teleport onto that back of a mans bike while he's doing 70 down that bloody motorway!" He paused for a second eyes growing wide as a thought occurred to him. "And what tha hell happened to me bike?" he roared.