Miracle

A/N: This IS a chapter. I just wanted to put this note here instead of the actual note area because I want people to actually read this. I had an idea; I am a very musical person, which means I listen to music as I write. I had the idea to add music to the fanfiction like sometimes the characters would be singing or sometimes it would be a voice-over. Think of it like in a movie, trailer, or music video. Please tell me your thoughts in the comments below. If most of you will find it annoying to see links and lyrics in the fanfiction I won't do it. If most of you like the idea or don't mind it. I'll do it. This is up to you guys because I want to write a fanfiction you ALL will enjoy. Please tell me your thoughts in the comments below. 

Now that that's out of the way; onto the chapter. 

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It's been a few weeks. Hilda had quickly packed her stuff and had left the city. X-Ray had fallen into a depression; he had really loved her. 

Trevor, Matt, and Jeremy agreed with X-Ray's decision to exile Hilda. She had been becoming crueler as the weeks went by.

One day, X-Ray was patrolling through the rain, Matt and Jeremy had done it the past few days, so it was his turn. 

X-Ray was wet, cold, hungry, and tired, he hated this. 

"Fucking great," he mumbled, "At least I should get a bite to eat," 

X-Ray hopped onto the ground and started walking to the nearest restaurant when something stopped him. 

It was the Mad King, dressed in his villain garb sans his crown, holding an umbrella, he felt X-Ray's eyes on him and turned, 

"X-Ray," he purred, "It's a pleasure to see you again,"

X-Ray grumbled, folding his arms closer to himself, "Wish I could say the same," 

The Mad King sighed, "Aren't you cold?" he asked, "Nice visor," he added as an afterthought, 

X-Ray fiddled with the visor a little, "No!" He said, placing his hands on his hips, "I'm fine," he couldn't hold the pose for long, his arms soon snapped back, and he started shivering again, 

Mad King raised an eyebrow "Uh-huh," he said, "Come on," 

X-Ray looked confused, "What?" 

Mad King looked back at him with an unimpressed look, "I can't just let you freeze, I have spare clothes at my apartment that might fit you," 

"There's no way I'm coming to your apartment!" X-Ray seethed, "You'd try to kidnap me!"

Mad King rolled his eyes, "I just got out of the Asylum, I don't wish to go back," 

X-Ray looked at him before sighing, "Fine," 

Mad KKing nodded and tilting the umbrella a little and X-Ray walked under it, they walked in silence for a little before Mad King stopped, 

"Here," he said, gesturing up to an apartment building, he leads X-Ray up the stairs and to a door, "This one," he says and opens it, 

It was a standard apartment, with cream walls and white carpet with oak wood floors. There was a hallway with a few rooms, a kitchen, and a living room. 

The only thing slightly out of place was the King's crown resting on the coffee table next to the couch. 

"Come on," Mad King gently took X-Ray's arm and took him down the hallway, "The bathroom is the first room on the left, I'll get you spare clothes," 

X-Ray walked into the marble bathroom, he took off the top half of his spandex, placing his visor on the sink, he pulled out a spare pair of glasses and puts them next to the visor. 

X-Ray actually had a good amount of muscle now, after training with Rusty and his own personal trainer, he jumps as the Mad King knocks and opens the door, 

"X-Ray I got you clothes and-" he cut himself off, staring at X-Ray for a moment before covering his eyes, "I'm sorry," he said, "Here I'll just place them on the floor," Mad King tosses the clothes onto the floor then backs out. Shutting the door with a soft 'click.' 

X-Ray's face is bright red as he stares at the spot the KingKing disappeared. He blinks, shaking himself out of his stupor and turning on the shower. 

It takes X-Ray no less than 15 minutes to shower and change. The clothes X-Ray was given was a black long-sleeved shirt with thick jeans. 

When he comes out, the Mad King himself has changed into a white long-sleeved sweater and jeans. His back is to X-Ray as he leans on the kitchen counter, reading the screen of an iPad. 

X-Ray stays silent for a moment, fiddling with the ends of his shirt, which covered his hands due to the face the sweater was a little too big for him, he then sighs, 

"Thank you," he mumbles, looking away, 

The Mad King turns around, he smiles, it's almost warm, but it still sends shivers down X-Ray's spine, 

"You're welcome," he chuckles, "Are you hungry?" 

X-Ray went to say, 'no,' but his stomach answers for him, growling loudly even when X-Ray wraps his arms around himself to muffle the sound. 

The King chuckled again, "I know a place not far from here," he said, "It would be my treat," 

X-Ray's eyes widened, "My...my supersuit…"

"You can leave your superhero getup here," The King soothed, "Nothing will happen to it I promise," 

X-Ray, despite his instincts screaming at him, smiled back, "Okay," he said, 

The Mad King leads X-Ray to a car, and they both get in; the drive is awkward; neither hero nor villain could come up with something to say. 

Ray gasped slightly when the restaurant came into view, it was way more luxurious and expensive than anything Ray would've chosen himself. The lighting was soft, the waiters were posh, and the tablecloths were intricately embroidered. Every table was full, mostly couples whispering amidst the gentle clink of cutlery and wine glasses. 

Ray felt out of place, as he followed the Mad King up to the hostess. 

"Table for two," the Mad King told the waiter at the desk.

"Do you have a reservation?" the waiter asked, not looking up from her appointment book.

"No," the Mad King said calmly.

"Maybe we can find somewhere else," Ray suggested, he didn't know why all of a sudden he was so shy, but being here with MK made him feel sheepish and withdrawn. 

"No need," the Mad King assured the hero, "do you know who owns this restaurant?"

The waiter finally looked up, and the color drained from her face. "Forgive me, sir, I didn't realize —"

The King smiled uncharacteristically kindly, "There's no need for that," he said, "Your finest table and a bottle of the house red to start." 

"Of course, sir. Right this way, sir." The waiter took off through the sea of tables, Ray's eyes widened, the KingKing never acted like this before, had he really changed? 

Mad King held his arm out to Ray, who took it timidly, they walked for a little before the waiter stopped. 

"Your table, sir," the waiter gave a flourish at an extravagant table, "I'll see to the wine."

The Mad King nodded and gestured for Ray to sit across from him, "I hope you can enjoy yourself," 

Ray watched the waiter scurry away and frowned as suspicion niggled him. "Did you plan this?" he asked.

"I wasn't opposed to the idea when it presented itself," the Mad King said, his suddenly perpetual grin was making him difficult to read.

Ray nodded slowly and picked up his menu, he didn't understand a lot of the words, and he felt anxiety strike him as he looked at the list. 

"There aren't any prices," Ray cursed under his breath, "Crap," 

"Is something wrong?" MK asked Ray's eyes snapped up to him, 

"Uh, no…" he gulped. He'd been told once that if you had to ask for the price, you couldn't afford it. Mad King-owned restaurant or not, running out on the bill didn't sit right with Ray. Time to have salad and water and hope it wouldn't put too big a dent in his wallet. 

The Mad King must have seen his face for his own softened into a soft smile, "It's my treat,"

Ray studied the King's face for a moment before nodding, as he looked over his menu again, something caught his eyes. 

He looked over and smiled when he saw a group of warriors, about five or six, sitting at a table a little away, they stood out from everyone else due to their war paint and clothing. 

Warriors, when visiting the city, wore tunics that matched the color of their warpaint, silver, gold, or solid color sashes around their wait and cotton pants. If they had armbraces, they wore them too, along with their boots. 

They seemed relaxed and happy, a few humans cast them weird or downright hostile looks, but they didn't care. 

Ray's smile grew when he heard them talking, he didn't understand what they were saying, over the small grunts, growls, and clicks they made with their mouths, but he knew they were happy. 

MK seemed to see where Ray was looking, "Who are they?" he asked, "I've seen more and more of them throughout the city, where do they come from?"

Ray paused at this, he didn't know if telling MK about the wilds kingdom was a good idea, but he then settled for the idea of if Ray didn't tell him, MK would soon find out from another. 

Ray smiled, "They're warriors from the Wilds Kingdom," he explained, he laughed at the King's oddly cute confused expression, "Did you really think Mogar was the only one of his kind?" 

The King's eyes widened, "No," he mumbled,

Ray nodded, "While you were in prison two messengers from the wilds kingdom came to us, telling us that there was a whole kingdom full of Animalistic Warriors like Mogar, their King was dying so ever warrior had a chance to go to the kingdom and fight for the throne," 

MK's eyes widened even more, he leaned forward, "Please, go on," 

That sentence sent a wave of Deja Vu over X-Ray, the King had said that to him before, but where?

Ray shook his head a little, "Well, Mogar left to fight, and a little after that Vav disappeared too," 

The King raised an eyebrow, "Vav went to fight?"

Ray nodded, he then came up with an idea, he pretended to sigh sadly, "They were gone for months, they're still 'missing.' Neither of them returned," 

Mad King's eyes widened again, "They're….gone?" 

Ray shrugged, "Whatever happened over there……" Ray looked away, "They didn't come back," 

Mad King reached out across the table, "I'm sorry," He places his hand over Ray's, "They'll come back," 

Ray still didn't really like being touched by the King he pulled away but smiled, "Yeah, let's hope," 

The waiter came back at this point, "Are you ready to order, sirs?"

"I'll have the blanquette de veau," the Mad King said, closing his menu with a snap.

"An excellent choice. And for you, sir?"

"Uh…" Ray scanned the menu as quickly as he could, "I'll have… uh…" there were a lot of things he didn't recognize, "How about… can I have the lasagne al… uh…"

"Lasagne alla marchigiana," the waiter supplied effortlessly, "Of course, sir."

Ray slouched in his chair as the waiter rearranged cutlery and took the menus away.

"A good choice," the Mad King said.

"Was it?" Ray slumped further in embarrassment. "I just picked something I knew. Lasagne's lasagne, innit?" 

The Mad King chuckled, the malevolent sound reminding Ray that he was in the presence of a villain, not a friend. 

"So… er…" Ray thought about for a topic of conversation, "What's the 'R' stand for? The emblem you usually wear with your kilt?"

The Mad King tilted his head as a slow smile spread across his face. Ray squirmed in his seat but refused to be the first to look away or break the silence.

"You don't know what my real name is, do you," The Mad King finally said, much more a statement than a question. 

Ray blushed, "No one names their kids' Mad King'," he chuckled, "Sorry," 

The Mad King shook his head, "It's fine, it stands for Ryan," 

Ray blinked, "Ryan?" 

The man looked up, eyebrows raised, "Yes?" 

"Huh," Ray smiled, "I like it, I'm Ray," 

Ryan smiles, "Ray, I should have guessed," 

The waiter reappeared with two plates of food. Ray could see at least three kinds of garnish, and all the portions were sculpted into towers in a feat of impossible engineering.

"That was quick," He commented.

"It doesn't do to keep people of importance waiting," the waiter said, sliding the plates into the table with more graceful elegance than Ray could ever hope to master.

Ray frowned after him as he left. "What do you think he means by that?"

"That the restaurant fears reprisal if they offend the owner, whereas common everyday people can be made to wait without worry," the Mad King gestured at Ray with his knife, "dig in."

"So you're saying that we've got someone else's dinner?" Ray said.

"Most likely."

Ray's stomach chose that moment to rumble. He wrapped his arms around his midsection to muffle the sound, but the Mad King was already grinning.

"They won't have to wait long. I promise," he said, "And if they complain, I'll deal with it personally."

Ray nodded and started to eat, a thought hit him suddenly, "Were you actually properly released from the institute? Or did you escape again?"

"They declared me sane and no longer a threat to society," the Mad King reassured him, handing him some folded papers, "Here are the papers to prove it."

Ray looked them over quickly and nodded, "Okay," he said, "I believe you," 

They continued to eat in silence, apart from a few comments and laughs. As they finished up, something caught both of their attention. 

Two people were approaching the warriors, Ray looked worried. 

"Excuse me?" One of the humans asked the warriors turned to them, 

"Greetings," One said happily, "How can warriors help humans?"

"Leave," 

The warrior looked taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"You heard her," the other said, "We want you to leave! You've been invading our city! You don't belong here!"

One of the warriors snarls and stands up, "Humans can't tell warriors what to do!" He says, "Your king has allowed us to be here, so we don't have to go anywhere!" 

A few more humans backed up the two women, "I suggest you leave the ladies alone," one said, "We don't want trouble," 

"No," the first warrior agreed, "We don't want trouble either, just let warriors finish their meal, and we'll forget this happened," 

"NO!" The first woman said, "They need to leave!" 

"LEAVE!?" Another warrior said, "Why Spark oughta!" 

The first warrior stopped him, "No, calm yourself!" 

Another warrior was playing with her fork as she listened to the conversation, she tried to throw it into another's glass across the table but overshot and nearly hit the woman. 

"THE WARRIORS HAVE ATTACKED ME!!!" She cried. 

All hell broke loose. Men started to attack the warriors as the warriors tried to defend themselves. 

MK and Ray watch in horror as the restaurant quickly turns into a battlefield. 

"STOP!" Ray shouted, springing to his feet, "This is just a misunderstanding!" 

No one listens to him, he growls and rushes into the crowd, "STOP PLEASE!"

Suddenly, a glass flies through the air, striking Ray on the forehead, shattering glass into his skin as he falls to the ground. 

"X-RAY!!" Ryan shouted as he rushed over to the fallen hero, "WHO THREW THAT!?" 

No one speaks up for a moment before a voice cries out, "THE WARRIORS DID! THE WARRIORS ATTACKED X-RAY!!!" 

The human started screaming profanities and hurtful words at the warriors, who stood there in shock. The fact is that none of them had thrown anything, they didn't know what happened. 

The warriors' eyes widened as the humans started to throw food and silverware at them, they quickly fled from the restaurant, exiting the city as fast as they could. 

Ryan quickly scooped the hero into his arms and ran to his car and then sped off towards Monarch Labs.