FoxFire Studios Presents: [http://users.aol.com/dgonterman] A Firestorm FanFict DISNEYLAND: FIRESTORM Installment # 3 Story by David Gonterman [dgonter...@aol.com] Firestorm based on Characters and Movies by The Walt Disney Company _________________________________________________________________ David hit the outside of Studio 14 running. He knows that having been on cable will alert whoever's after him to where he's at. He doesn't know who they are or why they're after him--by the time a silenced tranquilizer dart zips under him--but he's for certain that it's got to do something about an artificial intelligence program called Yensid. The Walt Disney Company is supposed to keep a tighter lid on Yensid than the government has on aliens, mainly because Yensid is fashioned after the Late Walt Disney, founder of the company. But to be frank, as he was joined by his partner-in-crime, Pocahontas, David muttered something about . . . "If Yensid supposed to be all hush-hush, why allow an *intern* access to him, especially that I'm being----stalked by dump phrackers who have such crappy aim?" He draws his own favorite piece, a non-lethal pulse thrower designed to knock your targets down by concussive 'Sonic Booms.' "YOU ARE PATHETIC!!" He fires a couple blasts at a near by cloaked and sun-shaded character set at wide wave, where even a near miss knocks him down. David usually fires in combos however; hard on the batteries but a lot more effective. He usually keeps a 12-pack with him at all times. Pocahontas: "I think that, if you and I can get in Disney's private data base and learn about the project, what's to keep a bunch of G-Men. That's how I think, judging on some of their past." "Considering that I'm a Republican who believes in a less intrusive government----I tend to agree----I knew hacking in there was too darn easy. Hold on a little, I need to reload." The two held up by a trash can, where David dumped the dead batteries from his pistol and inserted in new ones. "We have got to find a place to hide, Poca." Poca: "We need to get to the World Wheel under Cinderella's Castle. You know of it from earlier." David: "You mean that overglorified Trivial Pursuit Pie?" Poca: "Yes, that one. It'll take us anywhere in the world, or----any when. I've got to show you to my father, besides. I think he'll like you." David: " . . . oh great, I get to have a talk with your dad----problem is: How do we get over there so you can present Chief Powhattan with all of me and not just my scalp?" SHOOOM---SHOOM--click--reload... Just then, a secret door popped open, and a blue bear poked his nose in. It was Gusto: "Perhaps moi can help you out there----Hey Daverino, catching some action eh? No rest for the wicked." Poca: "Hey, you're one of those--" David: "Gusto, thank God! Where's the nearest Quicktunnel? Right below. Come on, Poca, we've got a ride over there." All three disappeared into the panel, which closed without a trace . . . =================================================================== The camera hovers among the hypnogenic swirls of light emanating from the numerous portals in the World Wheel. Two humans, one well-known and Indian, and one not-so-public and White, approach the "Giant Trivial Pursuit Pie" commenting on the roller coaster ride they had through the Quicktunnels. David commented that he finds unique good points in the main two classifications of roller coasters--Woodies and Steelies--but nothing beats the capabilities of a Classic Woodie of leaving the track for brief instants, giving the rider the feeling of flight. (This rush was present in the Quicktunnels. Definetly worth an E-Ticket) The two heard something approach that sounded not kosher enough for their comfort and quickly jumped into the portal labeled 1608 VIRGINIA. As shadows from another passageway can be seen, another figure, made by polygons and shaped to resemble a man long believed dead, steps out from the shadows and pushes a few buttons on the wall, closing off all doors. In actuality. The entire room has rotated out of alignment with the portals. A voice--"Hey--what th--I thought there was something behind--it's locked--"--that quickly leaves. The viruta man steps forward to check if they did leave. 'Damn,' he curses. 'I was too slow.' His voice resembles a Fifties show. He returns to the 'Pie Slice' Pocahontas and David slid into, and peers inside . . . ==================================================================== Chief Powhatan caught up with David on a bluff overlooking the Atlantic shore. The two exchanged greetings. " . . . So, my friend, you didn't expect to end up 400 years in your past, did you? Ha, ha, ha. Not quite what you expect, wasn't it. Not like what you hear from your so-called history teachers." That barely perked up David's ears. "I have heard about this bad rep you White Male Christians will have in your time. It's a topic that reared its ugly head every so often when your people--I refer to of course to Disney--came here to capture the scenes for my daughter's movie." "I have heard of the dangers of the Time Stream this might occur. Something might happen during the shooting that would screw up the natural order of History, in effort destroying our present." Powhatan nods. "I know. Unfortunately, someone came from your time to try just that. In your world, she would be some political activist who blames your ancestors for the woes of her people, and mine, and probably everybody else on this country. I think you'll know who when I show you her history book." He recognized the multi-culturally revised history tome immediately. "Oh my god. Portwood. Damn her. She just kirked my world!! I guess she has her phracking re--" Powhatan frowned as he grabbed David's arm. The look in his eyes says, "Don't lose it here, Paleface. You don't know it all yet." He continues. "I have been told that these black people, Africans, are more spiritual minded and gentle; more like an Old World version of my race. But, as she warned me about the perils of the White Men, I only saw a several-centuries old hate in her eyes. The last person I saw such bitterness was in Ratcliffe. Afterward, she made a break for it due South of here, but not before we, er . . ." Powhatan grabbed something from a satchel. It looked like a wig of black hair. It was really a very neatly removed scalp. David rolled his eyes. For an instant he saw the Indian Chief as a cat who offered him a dead mouse. The Chief laughs. "I take it you already know how my daughter gets at times. We *did* give her the name Pocahontas for a reason. Well, *this* could be to you as a counter-coup for misreading as hatred and bigotry that slow anger I sense in you. Has your history have been so run through the muck, that you think that everybody who's not a White Male European has a centuries-old grudge against you? Has nobody told you the actual good your people brought to this New World? Sure, there is a bad side, we both can admit that, but you can say that to every culture. I can name some Native American tribes that can teach these Settlers lessons on burning, raping, pillaging, destroying the land, stealing treasures, and so on. Yet, with the bad in a culture, there is always the good; This is something I found out early . . ." Powhatan picked up a thick branch laid besides a large rock. "One day, before I was going to lead my tribe to war against Jamestown, I was just about to bash in John Smith's head. The next minute after, he has taken a bullet meant for me. At that moment, I found out what my daughter sees in men like John and yourself: With every Ratcliff, there's at least a dozen Smiths. And that is something that echos in my mind when I flip through these pages and see what might--might--to me all this in this book hasn't occurred yet--happen, and I must say, I am impressed in your desire for freedom and peace for all that you bring in this United States of America. The government you have on paper is nothing short of inspired. Do you know that they borrowed some pages from our Iroquois Confederation? We find that very flattering. It might not be perfect, but then again, it's made by humans, and anything made by a human is rarely that. But I hope that we can all do what we can to have this World Vision, that *your* people gave to this New World, come to reality, without some outside force telling us to do something we can do ourselves--HARRUMPH!!" Sploosh!! Powhatan threw the history book into the Atlantic, lost forever. "David, my daughter told me that you are a man of conviction, who would stand firm like these trees for what you believe in, regardless of what other people thinks of your beliefs. I ask you, believe in what I have told you today." David was awestruck. He never expected anyone who wasn't a White Male Christian with a German Last Name to ever speak positively to his culture. Since time immortal, his race was out-right trashed; every one of them, from Christopher Columbus to Ronald Reagan--even Uncle Walt wasn't exempt from the onslaught of cultural smear attacks--was smeared in an bitterness-filled crusade to dumb down his country and what it stood for. To see and hear someone who would be reported to be drummed out of his homeland and died somewhere over Kansas of some Flu tell him to stand on the good that White Males had, he didn't know what to say at first. "I-I will, Sir. Thank you." Powhatan shook his hand, showing David how they do it in their tribe. "It's the least I can do. After all, you're dating my daughter. That's enough grief for you, paleface. " "Tell me about it. Hanging around Pocahontas should come with pads and a mouth guard." ___________________________________________________________________ That crack produced more than a little laughter at that night's campfire. It was a co-ed type, with Indians and Settlers joining in. That was where David learned about Wiggins being the Guardian of the Space-Time Continuum here, to keep stunts like what Portwood tried to do from happening. He also found a crow that was more than a little chummy with him. Nakoma: "If you ask me, I think this crow knows you." David: "Wish I know why? I can't tell one crow from another." Pocahontas: "Could be one of our spirits that can change into a crow." David: "The only spirit I know that knows me this well is . . . shoo! . . . Old Man Coyote. He's been in some of my Fanficts. I think I showed him how to use a computer." "OLD MAN COYOTE?!?!?!" One of the gray-haired shaman stood up. "So THAT's what I saw in this white guy. Let me show you a vision I had last night, of you and your mother, David." "Aw, no, don't tell me! This crow here's my biological father? Cut me a break! I know I came from a different marriage than my Dad--" "Oh, no, young man." The shaman threw something in the fire that made a mist. 'Neither of your Fathers come into play. This is when your mother has yet to marry Husband Number One. Look here, in the bed of love making and biblical knowing . . ." The two lovers were under the sheets, but David can clearly see just what they were doing. He recognized his mother, but he couldn't quite place the face of the guy in the passionate throughs. Only that he looked like a cross between Chakotay and Q from Star Trek. Until he realized: That's exactly what he saw in his mind when he thinks of-- With a look like he just sucked on a lemon, David reached up and grabbed the crow by the body, bringing it up in front of him. "Gramps." The crow merely 'woofed'. Pocahontas: Grandfather Coyote, you are worse than Ariel! You couldn't keep it in your pants for more than five minutes to save your life. It was nice to know that Kokoum, the one originally betrothed to Poca, has recovered from the gunshot he was hit in with that struggle with John Smith. "This White Man's a bastard of Coyote?! I can't believe it! To think that he is scrapping the barrel--" Powhatan: "He very well could; it's a lot of nights between 1608 and 1996." Pocahontas: "My father's right. How many women did you have sex with during those four centuries, 'Gramps'?" By now the crow has morphed into a four-legged coyote, too heavy for David to hold. Coyote morphed again into a furry coyote morph to count on one paw, then the other. Powhatan: "How many paws are you going to need, Old Man?" Coyote continued with his toes. Kokoum: "Should I throw in Mr. White Coyote here help him count?" Pocahontas: "KOKOUM!!" David: "And not one condom was used during that time. I'm sure glad you're a *spirit,* Gramps, cuz if you weren't I'd shudder to think of the Sexually Transmitted Diseases you caught." This only get him dog-licked in the face. Pocahontas: "Trust me on this: If he were human, he'd be rotting from every STD known to man, and at least several new ones!" David: "Well, at least he's no deadbeat dad, from what I hear of ya. But lay one hand on Poca and you're a fur coat, pal." Coyote: "Oh? And what pray tell would Mistress Poca need to get it on? Whips and Chains?" Poca: "Coyote!" Coyote: "Steel Spike Stiletto Boots?" Poca: "COYOTE!!" Coyote: "Hanging me up on a trapeze like a skin painting only without skinning me first? Help me out here, you love godde--ACCK!!" Poca was throttling Coyote by now: "youlistentomeyoulittlehentai--" "HELP!! SOMEONE IS SLAUGHTERING CHILDREN IN A NIGHT SCHOOL!!" Several braves of both colors, including David, sprang to action, (David ducked out for a second to grab his pulse thrower) Chief Powhatan asks about the culprit. "Black Female. Late Thirties. Bald. S'possedly came from the future. Says her name's Port--" "**PORTWOOD!!**" David double stepped at the name. "Didn't you scalped her, Father?" "I scalped her, but I didn't kill her. She didn't do anything to get her killed yet, in my eyes." "She probably done so now--" KRRRRACK!!!! David plows through the door in his rescue. "Hi, Portwood! Remember me?" SHOOM-SHOOM-SHOOOM "The White Phracker you called a racist over at SIU?!" SHOOM-SHOOM-SHOOM "What's the matter *now* [CENSORED]? Who's the racist now!!" _____________________________________________________________________________ David yanks at her chains. "That excuse doesn't fly anymore in our time, witch, and it certainly won't save you *here*." Chief Powhattan agrees: "You say that in order to be a racist, you need power to use against a race other then your own, is it not? Well, did you not run amuck in your past with the power to alter your history? And what were you doing with such god-like power? Trying to destroy the chance of these settlers--white people--to create the world you lived in? If that does not make you a racist, what does it make you?" David: "Well, for starters, countless generations of people will be wiped off the map, if not the entire United States of America. She should be killed for that, I say. Off with her head!!" "Yeah!! Kill her! she murdered Jamestown's children--" "Put that forked tongue back in your mouth, fuzzy face." "My tongue's *not* forked. Wanna see?" Wiggins: "That's enough! Trust me on this, Justice will be served, but first she must be tried." David: "That's why we're all here, and you're surfing the net. If this woman revised history one iota--" Wiggins: "uh-uh . . . I'm afraid she's guilty. Look at your record, Mr. Gonterman:" Name: Gonterman David D -----Record Deleted------ Please report to Archives for Hard Drive Backup -----Record Deleted------ Referring to US and World Data Bases: US: -----Record Non-Existent----- World: -----Record Non-Existent----- "We at Disney Back-Up our databases in a location not on the natural time-line, I think it's at Snow White's castle. We'll be able to get your records back on-line, but I'm afraid that in every other part of the world, you are supposed to have ceased to exist." The look on David's face grew dark. Powhatan asks for a sword. Portwood was promptly thrown onto that same rock John Smith was meant to die. The sky and the seas matched the anger in David's eyes. The spirits were siding with him in their demand for Justice. This revisionist history teacher with a heart blacker than her skin color had one more sneering remark to make. "I did that to *all* the bigots I know, form Rush Limbaugh to Ronald Reagan, and I didn't forget about you, Whitey! You are History!! You and your country!!" "How can I be history?" David voice thunders as Powhattan holds the sword high. "Thanks to you, I won't even be born!" SWACK!!! ___________________________________________________________________________ Coyote: "Well, it's nice to report that the damage to the Time Stream was adverted, David. I had the help of MechTail and diverted the time wave before it even hit the 1800s. All of what Portwood did would just bend this time into it's own time stream, so your history will not be revised so bare-handedly and you will not have to wait on that log for you to vanish from reality, whatever counts for that now." David wasn't much responsive to the spirit, or to anyone else for that matter. "Humph. I saw that unresponsive mood before. It's usually associated that the everything in the world is out to get Whitey. Come on, grandson, the world's not that cruel." Coyote simply went up to him and gave him a good lick on the cheek. That broke through David's sullen face and brought out a smile. Coyote smiled too: "Ha! I knew I can get to you. I thought if I can break through FoxFire's thick skull, *yours* will be a cinch. David, despite what you have been told about yourself by people who'll never get any like that witch Powhattan had to play Highlander on, you are not a Bigoted Sexist Homophobic, Evil Vile Wretched White Male Pig who is only an offense to America just by his presence. In fact, I know that you are one of the more warm-hearted, compassionate, and open-minded people I ever had the honor to meet. You just do things a little differently than what some say you should do things, that's all." David: "So I won't just vanish like Marty McFly almost did?" Coyote: "NOOOO! Not you! The past has no hold on you, my boy. You're time is the future. Don't you know? That's what your generation is supposed to represent. The hope and promise of the next century." He starts to lope away, but he had something else to say. He paused for a moment, then returned. "Well, I did and will help out in matters, won't I? Like you said, I'm no deadbeat." David: "Of course. Take care, Gramps. And thanks." The two shook hands, David felt something palmed to him. Coyote: "No, child. Thank *you*. In advance, that is." As Coyote vanished himself, David found the item in his hand to be one of Coyote's favorite medicine pouches. David: "In Advance? For *what,* Coyote?" His last words were like the wind. "That would be *telling*, Grandson . . . " "I'm really going to get Edward for this, next time I meet him." ___________________________________________________________________________ An informal meeting was held to invite David Gonterman--White Coyote to the Powhatans--into Pocahontas' tribe, sealing their friendship in blood ("You'll never hear enough times that I hate sharp objects pointed at me." "Shut up and drink this brew I made, Whitey. It'll give you a big buzz and help you on your journeys ahead." "Do you think that they'll make a good couple, Great Powhatan." "Time will tell, my brother. He is culturally different, true, but he does have a warrior's spirit." "I say, let his hair grow longer and give him a good tan, and he'll be perfect Hahahaha!!") Later, in the dark of night under the stars. The two soul-friends peered into a video window in David's laptop. Mickey Mouse: "Gosh, David. I'm sorry about you having disappeared for a moment there, but we managed to cast enough Disney Magic to bring you back. Heh-heh." Roger Rabbit was with him: "P-p-p-p-p-p-please, like anybody can ever forget David Gonterman. The master of the FanFict. Mr. Blood and Metal. The Stephen Bosko of Kidvid--" Mickey: "Eat a carrot, Rog." David: "For what it's worth, I heard that AOL had a screw up that had it shut down for most of the last day. The time line was corrected before they got the mighty mother back up. I doubt if I was ever missed." Mickey: "HAHAHAHAHA!! That's great. Listen, I've got a favor to ask for you two." David: "If it's about keeping Poca's virginity intact, I'm afraid that I don't expect to take it anytime soon. ." Poca: "Yeah, he's not that kind of Trickster." Mickey: "You crazy guys. I was meaning about going to Agrabah for me. Our computer and communications systems rely on quality diamonds to provide chips and stuff, and the Sultan there's one of our prime suppliers. We'll drop by over there to do the trade." David: "Will do . . . " ___________________________________________________________________________ Next Installment: The adventure goes to Aladdin, and Robin Williams does the Genie's voice. Let's hope we don't go broke paying the man :). Two more installments are cooking up: Mouse Worx 4 will involve the NWO fiasco in WCW Monday Night Nitro, Mickey shows he's back with a *vengeance*, and Gadget and Jonathan in a love scene that must be read to be believed. In BAM 3D 3, Inari, better known as David Kinto's new dark side, slaps Sonic back to his senses, where the Hedgehog'll slap Knuckles silly, and quite possibly Sally too (!), also, find out just what the phrack Espio is doing with himself . . . " Daivd Gonterman dgonter...@aol.com http://users.aol.com/dgonterman