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“Where’re we going?” Luna asked, she was in a fidgety mood, she hadn’t slept all night, no one had. G smiled at her while looking up to the sky. The sun was rising, you could tell because of the thin line of light, fighting off the darkness. The light filled G with energy, she didn’t need the rest, but Luna did, and she knew that. “We’re going somewhere safe.” That wasn’t a really good answer, G was being very vague. Luna pouted. “How’s your leg?” G asked, she had refused to let Luna walk on her own, but she insisted that she was fine. Luna winced as she stumbled along behind her mother, “It’s fine.” A lie. She was a little trooper. They walked a couple of miles in silence, each thinking their own thoughts. The silence was suddenly broken. “Mama! What’s going on?!” Luna’s insides were a combination of anger and worry. G radiated tranquility and balance. “Nothing to worry yourself about, dear… Not yet anyway…”
They stood atop a hill, overlooking a dump. It smelled of rotten excrement. Luna wrinkled her nose to prevent the disgusting smell from entering. “Why are we here?” she asked. G giggled, “My you’re nosy today!” She patted Luna’s cute little head and walked towards the dump. Inside, it was even worse. Trash was littered everywhere. Rotting fruits and vegetables, old long forgotten heirlooms, withered car seats, melted rubbery tires. It was truly a small bit of mankind’s ignorance about the environment. It wasn’t until they walked around the gigantic pillar of trash that Luna noticed a large empty space. “We’re here…” G stated. Luna blinked twice, then tilted her head to the side. Her feline instincts suddenly kicked in. “There’s something there!” Luna’s eyes sparkled, she had never seen something invisible before! G was happy because Luna was.
The large empty space began to shimmer. G’s control of light was very useful. The light began to unbend, and reflect. Slowly, a small building formed. “Wow Mama! That was so cool!” Luna shouted. Nodding, G walked towards the quaint warehouse that had formed. Luna tried her best to follow. G took a deep breath, and opened the door. She peered into the darkness inside, “Hello… You here?” she whispered seemingly to no one. Three small glints of light twinkled in the darkness. G gasped as three knives were thrown into the wall, only inches away from her face. “Stay back!” the being inside the warehouse yelled.
G smiled, “Oh relax, it’s just me!” Luna stood behind her mother, her vision into the warehouse blocked by her body. “Who’re you talking to, Mama?” she asked, curiosity filling her head. “I’ve brought a special guest!” G sang, her voice a melodious golden bell. In rapid succession, she grabbed Luna from behind her, and somehow managed to move her in front of her. Luna stared into the darkness, her feline pupils dilating. She could make out a figure in the darkness, but she couldn’t see the face, it was shrouded in some dark veil. “Sister!” the figure yelled out. “Sparr-…” was all that Luna managed to speak before the woman was there, constricting her in a strong hug. Luna could feel the moistness of Sparrow’s tears dripping onto her shoulder, this caused Luna’s tear ducts to start themselves. G stood there, her bottom lip quivering at the tender moment. “Oh you two!” she cried out, joining them in their hug.
The three women were united. Together, they weren’t a force you’d like to mess with. Ending their teary tender hugging, all three of them walked into the warehouse. Luna’s nose twitched, she realized that, inside it smelled like… Lilacs. “It smells really good in here!” Her eyes searched the now lit room, thanks to G’s aura of light, for the source of the smell. “Yankee Candle.” G pointed over to a small, desolate table, at a small candle, the flame of which paled in comparison to that of G’s glow. Sparrow was sitting next to Luna, her hand in hers. “Are you sure you’re okay, Luna?! I could go to the hospital near and-…” Luna placed her hand on Sparrow’s cheek. “Don’t worry about it, sis… I’m fine.” Sparrow smiled and nodded.
“So… How’d you break your leg, little one?” You could tell the worry in Sparrow’s voice, it cracked a little at the end. Luna shot a glance towards G. “Calo got to her before I could…” G said calmly, a frown forming. Sparrow’s mouth dropped. “What? Calo? How the hell did he find her?! Why did he want to kill Luna?!” Sparrow was hugging Luna to her bosom and stroking her hair. G shrugged. “He said something about, ‘New world order’ and that she’d never survive… So he was doing it to spare her…” She scratched the back of her head, somewhat confused by the whole reasoning behind it herself. “Bullshit.” Sparrow muttered under her breath. Luna managed to escape her sister’s iron grip. “It’s okay, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, okay?” Luna sat up straight and cleared her throat. “The important thing is: What’re we gonna do now?”
The three women stared at each other. G stood, she had a plan. “Sparrow.” She stood up at the sound of her name, “Yeah?” G looked up towards the ceiling a moment. “I need you to go outside, find some of your avian friends… Find things out.” She nodded at her mother’s request and walked off, giving a final glance at Luna. They both sat there in silence. “Now Luna. I’d rather you didn’t have to fight,” she paused a moment to inhale, “But, in case the moment come, you need to be prepared.” Luna nodded, this was all very obvious. G was off, rummaging through a medium-sized box full of trinkets and essentials.
“Aha!” she shouted. A clatter and shattering followed it. G returned to Luna, a puffy sky blue cushion in hand. “Now…” she said, placing the cushion on the ground and patting. “We’re gonna meditate! Isn’t that just swell?!” Luna giggled at her mother’s over-enthusiasm. “’Kay!” she shouted, mimicking the emotions. She plopped down onto the cushion, it was incredibly soft. “Sit Indian-Style…” G instructed, doing so herself. Luna did as she was told. “Now… Close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax…” And so they did. Meanwhile, Sparrow had made her way over the hill just before their trash dump. A nearby tree grew there, and on that tree, a bird had just landed. “Excuse me…” Sparrow whistled to it. The bird turned to look at her, there was a small flash of shock in its eyes.
“Y-y-es?” it tweeted. “I’m in dire need of information.” She paused for a moment and looked over to the bird, it nodded a small nod. “What is going on?”


Ajax had fallen asleep, up in a tree somewhere. Pain’s flight had just landed. They were both in the same state at the same time, the ground trembled a bit. Ajax’s animal instincts suddenly kicked in. He felt something, at the pit of his stomach, was it gas? No, this was different, kind of like, butterflies. He knew that something was up, with an monkey-like charm, and with the help of a prehensile tail, Ajax nimbly jumped off of the tree. He didn’t know where he had to go, nor for what reason, he just knew he had to be somewhere. Taking a sudden gasp of air, he began to run. A cheetah-esque bone structure suddenly forming. He was at the edge of the city in no time.
“We’re here!” Harmony shouted, she was barely able to stay seated. Their fellow passengers had been giving them worried glances the whole trip. Pain, on the other hand, was quiet. She was shaking a little. “Come on! Let’s go!” Harmony leaped over Pain and landed on the aisle. Pain stood slowly. She barely managed to keep up with Harmony at the speed she was going. “Come on, Sad Sally!” Harmony’s hand flew to Pain’s face, Harmony’s fingers manually forming Pain’s mouth into a smile. This caused Pain to giggle, “Sorry… I’m just nervous.” They both walked out of the plane, and into the airport. “Let’s find your weapons!” Harmony shouted, a little too loud. A nearby woman gasped, and sent a frantic glance at the security guards, the guards were oblivious to whole situation.
‘Shh… Keep your voice down.” Harmony sulked for a moment. They were standing in front of the rotating luggage wheel, awaiting Pain’s bag. “Finally!” Pain shouted for joy, then coughed a moment and regained her composure, she had noticed that the same worried woman was watching them a little too closely. Pain grabbed her bag, along with Harmony’s hand, and they vamoosed from the airport. Once outside, Pain exhaled. “Damn! I thought that woman would turn us in for sure!” Harmony laughed. “I took her watch…” Pain turned to look at her, a bit confused, seeing as they never got that close to her. Harmony reached into her pocket and pulled out a rather shiny, lump of some yellow material; gold.
“Holy crap! I forgot you could do that!” Harmony had the ability to manipulate gold, that much sought after element. Harmony placed it into her pocket smugly. They walked into a nearby park and sat down on a nearby park bench. Pain began to rock herself back and forth in her seat. Where was he? She had no idea where to even look for him. This wasn’t a very well thought out plan. “Where do we start?” Harmony asked. “I have no clue.” Pain responded.
Ajax, meanwhile, had made his way into the city. He proudly walked the streets. Some people saw him and screamed, others assumed Halloween had arrived early. Looking around frantically, he wouldn’t stop until the feeling inside him finally ceased. Imagine butterflies in your stomach, then multiply that by a thousand, that’s what he was feeling. He sniffed out a scent he didn’t know, he looked for a woman he had seen only in images on a screen. Eventually, his intuitions led him to a park, near an airport. He scrounged and smelled and foraged for a certain scent he had picked up, a strange metallic smell. He suddenly came to a halt in front of an empty park bench.
Harmony played with the small lump of gold in her pocket as Pain and her walked down the street, away from the park. Pain moved a strand of hair from her face. She sighed, where was he? Were they even in the right city? A tear slowly crawled down her face. Damn it all, she thought. She took a step, Ajax took a step, each one closer and closer to the other. He followed a smell that was a mixture of metal and perfume, it was what made his instincts react the strongest. “Aw screw it…” he muttered. “PAIN! PAIN! WHERE ARE YOU?!” he bellowed. People around him looked at him, mixtures of terror and apathy among them. He simply laughed at this, it was all a rush. Harmony and Pain continued to walk away. “Did you hear something?” Pain asked. Harmony froze in place. “Someone’s shouting…” They both turned the corner to behold a large crowd that had formed. “Wonder what’s goin’ on…” Harmony wondered. “PAIN! PAIN!” Ajax yelled, he was frantic.
Pain gulped, Ajax’s dog ear pricked up. Her heart began to race, she could hear her name being shouted, it was him, it had to be. “A-A-Ajax?” she whispered. Harmony laughed out loud. People in the crowd were suddenly being sent flying into the air. Some landing in comical positions. Ajax finally burst through the wall of meat. Everything literally went silent. Pain took a deep, nervous breath. Ajax had an equally timid smile, if he wasn’t covered in fur, you’d be able to tell he was blushing. There they both stood, their eyes locked, they were finally together.


In the underground depths of a dank and musty sewer, the glob that had been expelled from Calo’s head was making it’s liquidy way, deeper and deeper into the abyss. The darkness and impurities of its surroundings were preventing it from transforming to its normal state any faster. Reaching a dead end, the ooze stopped. Its surface undulated like a small little ocean; it appeared to be breathing. Slowly, its shape changed. It began to rise, it appeared as though hundreds of tiny needles were trying to break free from inside it. Suddenly, it began to glow dimly, the color if the light that shone from it resembled G’s aura.
The blob suddenly exploded. Its innards spewing forth onto the surrounding wall. In its place, lay a strange looking piece of fabric. It was brown and wrinkled, rather torn up. It had two large hole at, what could be described as, the front. A sudden gust of wind entered the murky depths, a supernatural occurrence. The fabric was easily swept away by the light gale, to be carried off to the surface. On the nearby wall, where the blob’s entrails had splattered, a strange quadrilateral pattern had been left there, a calling card of some sort.
Calo lay in a hospital bed, only a few miles away from what used to be Luna’s home. He was still unconscious after G’s little stunt. “We have a John Doe case on our hands,” said the appointed medic. He was a heavy-set man, in his mid-40s, just your average red-blooded American male. “Nurse, please bring in the defibrillator,” he said nonchalantly. Apparently, this situation happened too often. There was a still moment in the room, nothing could be heard but the beeping of machines and the flipping of the pages on the medic’s clip board. “Please prepare the patient…” he said with a sigh. The nurse, thanks to years of experience, had already prepped Calo for his defibrillation.
“Here we go.” Taking the two handles of the machine, the doctor rubbed them together, then he yelled that all too famous phrase: “CLEAR!” Various jolts of electricity were sent shooting into Calo’s body, which reacted with a violent spasm. His consciousness returned. “CLEAR!” the doctor bellowed once more, sending more watts of electricity into the already conscious maniac. “We have a heart beat!” yelled the nurse, she was always happy to say that. “Son… Can you hear me?” If only the doctor knew. “Loud and clear, doc. The doctor jumped back in shock, had he finally snapped after all these years in the hospital? No, he hadn’t. Calo was just messing with him. In an instant, his body rose off of the hospital bed, it maneuvered itself into an upright position. “Thank you, kind doctor,” Calo said. Both the nurse and the medic stared in shocked horror, what had they done? Before they could ponder their thoughts any further, they had none. Calo had turned their brains into a useless mushy pulp. Laughing his high-pitched villainous laughter, he lifted the machines that had kept him alive and tossed them through large window that let light into his room. Immediately he flew out of the facility and was gone. “Damn that woman! Damn her to hell!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, to himself mostly. She had unleashed something that should have never been released. But, where was it?

“We should be arriving shortly, your most esteemed highness…” John said to the wrapped up woman. “Good, very good.” she said. She stood up from her seat and walked out into the plane’s aisle. She needed to be away from that hideously grotesque male. What would she do when they landed? Her host body was wearing thin, she would need to re-insert herself soon. A voluptuous female soldier, perhaps? A light ‘ding’ was heard, the seat belt sign had been turned on. “Fool…” she muttered under her breath as she sat down in a large seat, most likely meant for some important government official. She was the queen, that’s all that mattered.
It felt like she had been aboard that foul flying machine for days. The plane shook a tad, then it came to a screeching halt; they had arrived. She could hear the sounds of many boots as they made their way towards the English jet plane. “Finally!” she expressed as she stood and made her way towards the hold. “Oh John…” she beckoned, the un-dead pilot was at her side in an instant. “That’s a good fetid worm.” Her lipless mouth formed a grin. In a walk reserved for the highest supermodels, she entered the dark storage area, along with her servant; the door closed behind them.
“Well it looks like England got worried about us!” barked out a soldier. The group of soldiers, around seven or eight of them, entered the plane. “Hello? Anyone aboard?!” one shouted. The cockpit door was opened. “Hey! Come and look at this!” The whole group entered the room. “What is that stuff? Is it-…” the man couldn’t finish his sentence. “Blood?” said another. “Spread out… Search the plane!” ordered the leader of the group. From inside the hold, she could hear the clatter and shattering of pans and plates. Their leader yelled “Check the hold!” In a rush of movement, all the soldiers entered the room at once. “Ugh. What’s that smell?” one said, covering his nose. The others did as he did.
They turned on some flashlights that they carried with them and scoured the normally large room, if only it wasn’t for all those boxes. What was in them anyway? “Open that box, Johnson!” shouted the leader. The lowest ranked soldier, Johnson, stood in front of the box. His tiny feminine hands were barely strong enough to pop the lid off of a soda bottle let alone that ginormous metallic behemoth. “Let me help…” said a feminine voice, it must’ve been a female soldier. Their combined strength proved too much for the air-tight crate.
The instant the lid was lifted off of it, the foulest smell flowed into the room. “OH MY GOD!” the woman yelled. It felt as if they’d all thrown up in unison. “What the hell is this s**t?!” one man yelled. They were all flailing around frantically, too shocked to think of what to do. “What is the matter?” she said, her voice so strong that the soldiers froze in surprise. She stood up, her cloak making barely audible crackling noises. “What? You don’t like my servants? I’ll have to make sure to chastise them for it…” She laughed in her head. “Wh-wh-who are you?” the female soldier had built up the courage to say. The wrapped woman turned to look at her, her smile, that’s all that could be seen from under the cloak. “Me? I am the queen, and you shall address me as such!” her foot hit the floor hard, a small cracking could be heard in her marrow-less joints.
“The queen? Queen Elizabeth? You don’t seem like you’re 105,” the Americans took the moment to snicker. She simply rolled her eyes at their idiotic jokes. She reached for a small rope that was on the inside of her cloak. Pulling it caused it to slowly slide off her body, as it did so it outlined the bony curvature of her feminine form. They all stood there in shock, “What the hell are you?!” one man yelled. At the same time, they all pulled out their AK-47’s and aimed them directly at her. “Ignorant idiots, your man-made weapons cannot harm me.” She took a step forward, her skeletal body shaking, a glob of what could only be her ear dripped onto the floor.
The second her foot touched the floor the shots were fired. She grinned as the first bullet completely demolished her skull. The bones no longer able to support their own weight, shattered and fell. She was gone. Nothing but a pile of bones and rotten putrid flesh left in her place. “What was that thing?!” the woman yelled. “I don’t know… I just don’t know…” the leader said. They all stood there staring at the pile that had been left. “Hey Joanna, do you think you can go back to base and inform the general?” Silence. “Joanna?” They all turned to look at the female soldier. They all gasped. She was floating in mid-air, her eyes as white as snow, her brown hair standing on end. A dark shadowy mass was floating just above her mouth, which was wide open. “Quick! Shoot it!” the leader yelled. “But… That’s Joanna!” one yelled, he had a hint of sorrow in his voice; Joanna must have been his lover.
The shadowy mass forced its way inside her. Her stomach started to engorge. Then, her insertion complete, she slowly began to descend. The soldiers stared in awe at the horrible destruction of the woman’s humanity. Then, a small miniscule orb of light floated of the her mouth. It was instantly crushed by no longer bony hands. “Joanna?” a soldier said, he slowly took a step forward. “Yes, it’s me… That was weird wasn’t it?” she replied, giggling a little too much. “Oh thank goodness!” he shouted, running towards her. He wrapped his arms around her in a loving embrace, she did not return the kindness. “Never touch me again, filthy male scum.” The man didn’t even have time to gasp, her hands were already in his stomach, tearing up his insides. He coughed up blood all over her face, she grinned in pleasure.
“Johnson?” a soldier said. He fell to the floor, dead. They all gasped. “Bow down now and I might spare you all.” Her eyes were dark, signs of the body’s former host, Joanna, completely erased. One soldier dropped his gun and fell to the floor on his knees, he began to pray. “Stand up you coward!” their leader shouted, sending a swift kick to the man’s back. Her delicate pale hand, palm up, slowly began to ascend, it stopped when it reached the top of her head. The two hundred or some crates began to shake. The men all froze, they foolishly began to shoot at them. She grinned at the spectacle. The content’s of the box that had been opened by the soldiers began to rise. Body parts, hundreds of them, chopped up into bits. Arms, fingers, toes, eyes, all began to rebuild themselves. In a matter of seconds, thirty crooked forms stood before her; her servants. They were the most gruesome creatures imaginable, rotting shells that once contained human life. “Slaughter them,” she commanded. The small undead battalion lazily charged towards the men. Their bullets wasted after having shot the crates and her, they were defenseless.
“Have mercy!” the leader yelled. “You’ll make a good pet.” Their screams of horror could be heard as her rotting servant began to carve them out, with their own teeth. As she cackled, her other servants formed. Soon, the ear-splitting shouts of the soldiers died down, that had been quick. “Come now,” she commanded. The undead army, imported from England, began to march behind her. She admired her body for a moment. The clothes had to be changed of course, but, the hair, the bone structure, it was perfect. She walked down the steps of the jet, her nose held up high. The jet was at the end of a landing strip; in the distance, the military base could be seen. She grinned. “I could always use more servants…” She turned and began to walk towards the building, her large, invulnerable army following close behind her.

They finally landed; Red and Phage. After hours of flying over empty farmland, they finally landed in South Carolina. “Land!” Red shouted over-dramatically. He fell while he was still in mid-air, leaving an immense crater in his spot. Phage, who was inside her rather large purple storm cloud, appeared from inside a beam of magical energy that had been expelled the cloud; a large explosion which sent chunks of the street flying everywhere. House windows were shattered, cars were overturned, trees fell atop children that were playing on the streets! Red looked over at Phage, “Dramatic, much?” he said. She laughed out loud. “Well, off to find Ziek!” she yelled as she turned and marched off. “Wait!” shouted a voice. They stopped and looked around. “Who said that?” Red asked. “It’s me! Hold on…” it said. The plume of black smoke that had been secretly stalking them rolled out from under Red’s cape. “Hey!” he yelled.
As more and more smoke collected in between Red and Phage, it began to swirl. As it did so, a long devilish tail could be seen, twirling about. The smoke suddenly expanded and was gone, Red’s hair was blown back, but it immediately reformed as spiky as ever. There stood a woman, her hair black and inches below her shoulders. She wore thick-rimmed glasses. Her dark wings flapped slightly, causing her hair to flutter up and down. Her clothes were rather revealing, leaving little to the imagination, but that was her style. “Ze Sharpie is here!” she shouted. Red stood there, mouth agape at her; she was very sultry after all.
“Hey Sharpie!” Phage shouted, running up to her. “Phagie!” She jumped up and down, clapping. Phage’s hands immediately shot to Sharpie’s breasts. “I’ve always wanted to do this…” he whispered in her ear. Sharpie blushed, “Oh you…” Red just stared there in awe as Phage was groping Sharpie. He coughed, “Ahem.” Phage turned to look, Sharpie too. “This is all very nice and all, but… We have a job to do.” his voice was very serious. Sharpie nodded and took Phages hands off of her hips, “We can do this later.” Phage’s face turned straight. Red looked at their surroundings, they had landed in a rather nice suburb, at least it used to be, until Phage’s dramatic entrance. “You said you sensed him somewhere around here, didn’t you Phage?” Phage’s eyes were closed. She inhaled a moment, a ribbon of purple energy forming a small rectangle in front of her. “This should help us…” she muttered. It was a card, floating seamlessly in mid-air. Suddenly, its surface broke. Phage placed her hand directly under the card, a small thumping sound was heard. The card disappeared. “Here we go,” she said looking at Red. “That was neat, Phagie!” Sharpie said, nodding reassuringly. She winked at her.
“And what is that?” Red asked. Phage looked at the small red orb that had been produced by the card. “You’ll see.” Phage let the small ball hit the floor, as soon as it did, it began to roll towards some unknown destination. “Now we just have to follow it.” Phage took the first steps after it. Red and Shapie followed suit. They both walked for a while, silence among them. Then, a child that had been playing on the sidewalk walked up to Red. The boy tugged on his cape. “Hey mister…” Red looked down on him. “What?” he retorted. “Are you Superman?!” The boy’s eyes glittered with delight at the thought that he might finally be meeting his hero. “Umm… No… I’m not.” he simply said. “Yeah you are! You’re like so totally uber rad!” The boy was flailing around and following them as they walked after the ball.
“And she must be Wonder Woman!” the child shouted pointing to Sharpie. “Aww shucks…” she said, blushing a bit. “And that must be…” The boy looked to Phage. “That must be your side-kick, huh?!” Phage froze. Red almost crashed into her, he had been too busy looking at the boy. “I am no one’s side-kick.” she said. Slowly, her head began to turn and stopped once she was looking straight into the youngster’s innocent eyes. Her face had contorted into a look of anger. “NOBODY’S!” With a barbarian call, similar to that of Xena’s, she punted the small child in the stomach, sending him flying off to parts unknown. If Red’s face weren’t covered by his mask he’d have looked shocked. “Wow Phagie, that was fantastic!” Phage, however, had already begun to walk after the ball. Red and Sharpie ran to catch up.

It was pouring rain in Massachusetts. The lyrics to a song? No. It was actually raining. A man stood there, in the middle of the street, completely dry. He wore a grin on his face. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette, he took a puff, then threw it to the ground where it immediately sizzled. He walked down the street, into the nearby supermarket. It was crowded with people, all running from the rain. The man’s hand flew forward, aiming at a woman that was running in his direction, most likely to get into her car. A cold chill suddenly swept through the air. The rain that fell around the man shot towards the woman, like shapeless bullets. She fell to the floor, crying in pain. He walked up to her. “My name’s Shamal. Doctor Shamal. Pleasure to meet you, m’am.” The woman looked up at him. “H-h-help me…” she asked, her voice quivering.
The bits of rain had cut through her legs like a hot knife through butter. “But first a joke!” Shamal cleared his throat and straightened up. “Right in the middle of lovemaking, the husband dies of a heart attack. As the funeral arrangements are being made, the mortician informs the widow that he cannot get rid of her dead husband's rigor mortis erection which is sticking straight up in the air and if they don't do something, it will look odd in the coffin at the funeral.
The widow tells the guy to cut it off and stick it up her dear departed's behind. The mortician can't believe his ears but the widow is adamant, so he does it. During the funeral, friends and relatives of the dead man were concerned to see a tear in the corner of his eye, but the widow assured them that there was no cause to be alarmed.
Just before the casket is closed, the widow leans in and whispers in the dead man's ear, "It HURTS, doesn't it?" Shamal laughed so hard, a vein formed in his forehead. The woman’s blood was running with the water. This man was crazy, she was going to die.
“Let me have a look.” Shamal bent down and inspected her legs. “Wow. This is deep…” he whispered to her. “Here, let me try some acupressure…” Taking his thumbs, Shamal dug them deep into the woman’s wounds. She yelled in pain, her tears were running down her face, you couldn’t tell because of the rain. People ran passed them, too busy worrying about getting wet. “Guess that didn’t help a lot…” He held out his hand, “Scalpel.” he commanded. A ball of water formed in his hand, it expanded to form a slim liquid mass. He brought it to his mouth and breathed on it, the mass froze instantly. “This won’t hurt much,” he assured her. He lodged the shard of ice into the woman’s stomach. She fell unconscious due to the pain. “I’m going to have to seek some opinions from my peers, but I’ll be back, don’t worry.”
He walked away from the woman, leaving her there to die. She wouldn’t be the only one, though. He raised both his arms into the air, crackling sounds were heard. People screamed as large, truck sized hail began to fall from the sky. Shamal walked away, grinning at the chaos he had caused. When he had walked several miles away from the dying crowd of people, he stopped. “Let’s go, hop to it.” he muttered. The rain water gathered over his head. More and more and more formed, an large mass taking shape. Suddenly, it began to take on a distinct shape. Shamal pointed at it then motioned for it to come forward. The mass became icy solid as it descended. He sat in his frozen chair, he sat in his frozen floating chair. He motioned his hands forward, the chair moved in the direction at amazing speeds. “Time to find the others.” he said.


The man walked out from inside the shadow of a rather large garbage hill. He stood up, dusting himself off. He was average height, somewhat thin, covered completely in black, from head to toe. Looking around, he saw that he was alone. Good. Silently, he ran towards the warehouse that was hidden behind the huge mound of waste. His body was close to the ground as he did so, it made it easier to dodge on-coming attacks. He stopped when he reached the door, he had to be very careful. He placed his ear next to the door, all he could hear was a low-pitched chanting of some kind. He stealthily began to slide the door open. When it was open wide enough for him to fit, he slid on in.
Once inside he saw the source of the chanting. Two familiar faces, sitting on the floor, surrounded by lit candles. “Ahem.” It was unusual for a ninja to blow his cover, but these were friends. G’s head quickly turned, she saw the man entirely dressed in black and assumed the worse. Her hand instantly flew towards her katana, which she kept hanging to her hip. She automatically jumped up and stood in front of Luna. “Get back!” she yelled at the apparent stranger. “No no! Wait!” the ninja yelled. “Away!” G swung her katana, a wave of destructive light was shot forth from it, heading towards the ninja in steady undulations. The man gasped and took to the air, doing a front flip over it. “G! G! It’s me! WTF Ninja!”
“Liar!” she shouted. Luna just sat there, still meditating, her mind was truly off in some other plane of existence. G lunged forward at Ninja, jabbing with her katana. He jumped, his knees almost hitting his own face. He gracefully landed on G’s blade, a small little platform for him to stand on. “I don’t want to hurt ya, G!” he shouted. Her katana began to glow, white hot! “Ow! Damn it!” the ninja shouted as he fell off the sword, which had burned his feet. “Who are you?! Who sent you?!” G barked. “Nobody sent me! I came of my own free will!” G sent a slash of light in his direction. Ninja rolled forward off the ground and, as soon as he hit the floor, ran for the exit. When he reached the door, he paused a moment, turned around and looked at G. “I was just trying to help, I’m not going to hurt you…” he pleaded with her one last time. Suddenly, he felt a cold metallic sensation around his neck. Sparrow had returned.
“Move one inch and so help me I’ll sink this knife so deep into your throat…” The ninja froze. “I-I’m one of the good guys! Honest!” Sparrow moved him deeper into the room, away from the door. G, Sparrow, and Ninja all sat down together, away from Luna’s area. “How did you find this place?” G asked, staring at the ninja, then at Sparrow, unconsciously telling her to keep a firm grip on that knife. “I’d tell you if you tell her to get that knife away from my throat.” Sparrow placed more pressure on his throat, G extended her hand and lowered the weapon. Sparrow rolled her eyes, and sank away from them both, to keep an eye on Luna. “Now, how’d you find us?” she asked once more. “Well, I was traveling through the shadows, I can do that you know…” he thought about the whole thing for a moment and smiled. “And… well, this place was just, brighter, it was weird, someone with a lot of power had to be here.” He looked over at G. “And here you all are!”
G sighed. “Fine, I’ll believe you.” She sneaked a peek at Luna, she was still in her meditative trance. “So, you’re a ninja?” she asked, him smirking. “Yes, I am. Believe it or not, I’m loaded with weapons!” Sparrow turned to look at him when he said this, he couldn’t see her, but she gave him a suspicious look. G stood up and left him after that. She took a seat next to Sparrow. Ninja blinked, he was suddenly alone. There were no shadows in the whole warehouse, G’s light was too bright. He had to stand up and walk to them, so he did. “What did you find out, hun?” G asked her daughter. “Not good things, I’m afraid.” G stared at the floor, Sparrow looked over at Ninja. “Are you sure I can?” she hinted mistrust. “Go ahead…” she repeated herself. Ninja felt slightly uncomfortable that he had interrupted this little family reunion.
“Well, a little birdie told me that man-kinds in danger…” G nodded as she heard this. “That there’s a horrible power coming in from another land, and that the evil already here, his plan’s coming to fruition.” G sighed a moment, then turned to look at Luna. Ninja listened to the news, it bothered him. “There’s a group gathering… Not a good one though… It all seems so dim.” A small tear rolled down G’s cheek. She wiped it off. “No.” she stated. “There’s still hope. I freed him, he’ll come in due time.” “Freed who?” Ninja asked. He hadn’t the slightest idea of what she was talking about. G turned to look at him. “Not yet. You’ll find out soon, though.” A sudden gasp was heard. They all turned to look at Luna. She had finally snapped out of her trance. “You okay?” Sparrow asked. “Just great.” G was immediately at her side. “What’d you see?” she asked. Luna twisted her lips. “Jing’s gonna do something bad.” .” A worried look spread to all of them. Luna stood up from her Indian style mediation position and began to walk around the room. “There has to be something we can do! Right?” she asked, looking to her mother specifically. G wasn’t aware that she was being watched, she was staring off into space. “Mama?” Sparrow called, slightly shaking her shoulder. G snapped out of her inner monologue. “ I don’t know what can be done…” There was a chilling silence in the room. Ninja , whom had recently joined the little group of three, was listening from a dark corner, as dark as it could get in that incredibly well lit room. “No…” he muttered. “No!” The three women looked at him; Sparrow lifted an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. “There has to be something you can do, G!” Luna and Sparrow felt somewhat unappreciated at this, but, he was right. “I mean, it’s not like we’re the only good guys out there. There are others!” G was staring at the Ninja man, his face was covered, but she was looking straight into his eyes. “We have to find them!” Ninja was practically foaming at the mouth, ranting about what needed to be done and the consequences if they failed.
Suddenly, G’s light bulb lit up, she had an idea. “Or they can come find us…” Her face shown at the wonderful notion. Ninja was confused now, “Umm… huh?” All the while, Sparrow and Luna where sitting close to each other, listening to the happenings around them. “You’ll see!” G shouted, she was on the other side of the warehouse, picking up each candle. “Ninja! You’re a man! Help me with this!” Although he had no idea what she was thinking, he did as he was told, he began to wonder what was going through her pretty little head. Luna and Sparrow followed their mother as she began to walk outside. G, in a frantic rush of emotion and thought, began to place the candles in a circle. “Ninja! Where are those candles?!” He, with his amazing agility, was instantly at G’s stead, handing her her candles. Everyone was so preoccupied by everything going on that they failed to notice the awful stench of the garbage heap that surrounded them.
“Okay…” G whispered, taking several deep breaths. It was light out, around 3:00 P.M. G entered the circle and sat, crossing her legs, Indian-Style, at the center, her hands at rest on her knees, the index finger touching the thumb. She closed her eyes, and there was silence. “What’s she gonna do?” Luna whispered to Ninja. He was a bit surprised that someone other than G spoken to him, non-menacingly anyway. “I have no idea…” he answered back. “Everyone move back, please!” G commanded. Sparrow held Luna close, as they began to retreat. Ninja simply jumped backwards and landed a far enough distance. You can do this… Easy, right? G thought to herself worryingly. With a final inhalation, she topped breathing. There was a long moment, before anything happened. “Do any of you know what’s going on?” Ninja asked both of the women. They simply shrugged, it was a mystery. That’s when G began to float.
This surprised the ninja, he hadn’t seen someone fly before. In a straight line, she floated up, up, above it all. Luna blinked rapidly as she assessed the situation. Suddenly, G broke from her sitting position. Her appendages, arms and legs, outstretched as far they could. “I hope she’s okay…” Sparrow muttered, clenching Luna closer. G stopped rising, soaring several feet overhead, overlooking the dump. H-h-ere goes… In a sudden gasp for air, her eyes opened, but there were no eyes, only light. She had begun to glow, brighter than usual. “Woah…” Ninja’s jaw dropped at the sight of it. Sparrow and Luna’s eyes sparkled with delight. G looked like a beautiful luminescent star. Her body had a sudden spasm as her head fell back, she was staring up at the sky. The light from her feet began to disappear. The same happened with her thighs, then stomach, then chest, it was all rising.
He short blonde hair suddenly fluttered in the vast shockwave that was created from the beam of light that had been ejected from G’s body. Luna and Sparrow, because of their light weight, were sent off balance, falling to the ground. Ninja stood his ground, staring at the spectacular light show. The mass beam of light floated there, frozen in mid-air. G’s body was being put under a heavy strain, this was taking a lot out of her. Her hand slowly made its way to the giant light beam, which was floating innocently above her. As it touched, the beam shattered into small shards of light. “Go.” The shards suddenly shot out, all in different directions, to find the ones that were needed. Her task complete, G began to fall, no longer having enough energy to keep on floating. Ninja rushed forward. Using a solid pile of junk as a backboard, he jumped with his strong legs up into the air, catching her before she was anywhere near the ground. Luna and Sparrow cried out in unison: “MAMA!” The second Ninja landed, they pulled her out of his arms and carried her carefully back into the warehouse. “You’re welcome…” he said, crossing his arms and walking back inside. Sparrow and Luna gently placed their mother on her bed. “Mama! Wake up! Are you okay?” Sparrow cried. G’s eyes slowly opened. They both sighed in relief. Ninja walked up behind both of them, “What was that?” he asked. G smiled a weak smile and said, “The message has been sent, they‘ll be arriving shortly. Luna, make some tea.”


Jing was calmly walking through the facility, not feeling threatened at all; no weapon in that base could cause him any harm. He shocked and killed any soldier or scientist that dare get in his way. After a vast amount of walking, he had finally reached the bottom most floor; the Communications Room. Jing grinned. It was time to let the world know who the mastermind behind their woes was. This base, and a few other secluded military bases, were the only places that still had energy; in the entire country. Although all kinds of media were down, this specific base had been designed to send emergency messages to every television and radio set in the States, all it needed was an extra powerful battery. Taking a few steps back, Jing raised his arms to chest height; fists clenched. This would require a decent amount of power.
Sparks began to fly and shoot out around him in all directions as he charged himself up. The lights in the building began to flicker, on and off. A tiny vein began to form on Jing’s forehead. “Wooh!” he hollered, an excited smile forming on his face. Then, after having accumulated the sufficient amount of energy; he released it. It was expelled from his body and instantaneously flew into the machine. The screen immediately flashed to life. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Jing took a seat in a chair that was conveniently placed in front of the device. He looked down towards the keypad, his optical super-computer eye began to whir as it gave him the information that was needed. All the while the screen of the machine displayed nothing but static.
“Security access code required…” said a metallic sounding voice that resonated from the machine’s speakers. A pass code? Psh. Piece of cake… he thought. Jing, being to uber cool techno path that he could be when he wanted to, placed his hand on the computer. In a matter of seconds, white sparks slithered into the machine and Jing waited a bit. He waited. Waited. Apparently, that pass code was the bases most guarded secret; it was deep inside its core, it would take some searching.
Meanwhile, outside the base; He was watching Jing. Although He was not in the same room as Jing, He was watching. He could see him through the minds of the weak soldiers and scientists that tried their best to guard their work and their lives, but failed miserably and were soon discarded by one quick jolt of electricity sent surging through their bodies. The man stood several feet outside the base that Jing had infiltrated; quietly standing, waiting. The man stood average height, oddly dressed for the kinds of things he was about to do. But; he was confident, and confidence is key. The desert location had gotten pretty hot, and the sun was shining bright now; a lot of time had passed. The man wiped a bit of sweat that had formed on his forehead, reached into his pocket, and put on his sunglasses.

The red ball suddenly stopped bouncing in front of one house. Phage bent down and picked it up, stuffing it into a card that she kept hidden beneath her armor. “This is it.” she grunted. Phage was still upset that they’d dare call her a sidekick; she was no sidekick, she was Phage the Untouchable! But, alas, there were more important matters to attend to than her pride at the moment; the child had gotten his just desserts anyways. “So, you said Dewbert lives here?” Sharpie asked. She had a habit of nicknaming her friends, why call Ziek Dewbert? I don’t know. Red nodded quietly, he was maintaining his cool; appearances were important. It was then that they all realized; everything around them looked incredibly gloomy. Phage walked up the bland gray walkway and brutally tore the door off its hinges. Sharpie merrily passed her, and entered the home first. “Dewbert!” she called, looking around. Quiet.
Red shook his head at their cover possibly being blown and stomped in behind Phage. The house was actually, really quiet, too quiet; what was going on? Phage and Red stood there quietly, scanning the area. “He’s not upstairs!” Sharpie shouted as she gently floated down from the last step. Red leaned his head a bit to see across a nearby corner, it led to the kitchen. “Maybe he’s in there?” he murmured. The three of them entered. Just your standard 50’s kitchen. “Well that’s odd…” Phage said, pointing at a door; the screen of which had been completely broken. “Quite.” Red answered back.
Then, a sudden gasp was heard. The small group turned their heads, looking for a source; nothing. They all simply shrugged it off and walked through the broken screen door, one at a time. The door led them to the home’s backyard. The grass was horribly taken care of, actual pieces of furniture; the place was a dump. “Do you think Dewbert had anything to do with this mess?” Sharpie questioned. Red grinned behind his mask. “Let’s hope so,” he answered. They walked around a bit until they were sure nothing was there. “You ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Phage looked around, something wasn’t right. Suddenly; WHAM! Phage turns her head immediately and sees Red, go shooting through a nearby fence; he had been sucker punched. There, hunching over a bit, stood Ziek. “What the hell?!” Red yelled, having recovered in no time, sending a beam of Crimsonia straight at the newcomer.
Ziek stood their and took the relatively small dose of the energy. He was grinning madly as he absorbed the energy. “HEY THERE BUDDY! YOU’VE LET YOURSELF GO A BIT I SEE!” the crazed Ziek yelled. A faint red aura formed around Ziek’s fist, accumulating. “He’s got a few screws loose,” she Sharpie whispered into Phages ears. Phage maintained her serious attitude. Red sent a punch directly at Ziek’s gut, this sent Ziek back a few steps; but nothing more. “THAT TICKLED!” he yelled. The small amount of Crimsonia that he had absorbed was shot towards Phage in a sneak attack. Phage began to glow a bit as a card levitated in front of her and expanded suddenly. The beam flew inside it and disappeared, never to be seen again. “Nobody hurts Phagie!” Sharpie yelled, charging at Ziek. As she flew towards him, a puff of smoke formed in her hand. It elongated and became solid immediately. “Taste ze pipe, beetch!” she shouted sending a swift blow at his head. Ziek was too busy trying to fend off Red that the blow was received, an audible cracking could; he fell. Sharpie was about to send another crushing swing at his skull, but Red stopped her. “I think that’s enough.” Sharpie pouted, poofing her trusty pipe away.
Phage walked up behind both of them and looked down at the man’s unconscious body. She spat on him. Sharpie put her hand on Phage’s shoulder to calm her down a bit; it didn’t help much. “Well, let’s hope that blow brings him to his senses,” Red said; he was the voice of reason. Ziek’s body suddenly shot up, sitting upright. Sharpie gasped a bit. “That hurt,” he muttered, rubbing his head. Sharpie giggled a bit, Phage nudged her. “Why’d you attack us?” Phage asked, you could note the anger in her voice. “Sorry, that was Twelve.” Everyone but Ziek blinked in confused unison. “Twelve?” Red asked. Ziek had thirteen different personalities, all locked away in that head of his. Each personality bestowed a different power and, well, personality upon him. After Ziek explained this, they all nodded. “Oh… So which personality is this?” Sharpie, being the boldest, asked. Ziek was quiet for a moment, the whole social sharing made him a bit uncomfortable; this personality was a bit of an introvert. “Number One.”


“Here we go!” Jing shouted as he typed in the pass code. Whirring and buzzing could be heard as the screen flashed to life, numbers and vast amounts of binary code zooming across it. ‘Visual Capture in 10 seconds,’ announced the machine. Jing cracked his knuckles and neck a bit, then moved his shoulders in a circular motion. He readied his speech in his head. ‘And you’re live in 5, 4, 3, 2...’ A small circular device suddenly opened, revealing the hi-tech lens behind it. Bright spotlights suddenly lit themselves and shone on Jing, his abnormally spiky blonde hair shone a bit with an electric sheen. Audio input devices had already been previously installed inside of the machine. Jing was about to send his message to the world; and that message was: he was their god.


At that instant, televisions and radios all flickered to life in the Monroe household. “Hey mom! TV’s working again!” shouted an overjoyed Neil, he’d finally be able to watch TV instead of going outside to play, or some other hideous activity involving physical movement of some kind. But, he was alone. What he didn’t know, was that his parents had seen the mass power outages as an opportunity to loot the nearby supermarket; a deduction their neighbors and fellow humans had made as well. Neil simply shrugged and stared at the strange image of a man with spiky hair and crazy eyes, staring back at him. Neil didn’t like the way that man was looking at him, it scared him, so much so that he changed the channel. The man was on that one, too. And on the next one, and the next one, and the next. He was on every channel. “What.the.hell?” Neil expressed, the way this man scared him, it was abnormal. Out on the streets, TV’s inside of electronics’ stores turned on, radios spewed static, all were waiting for that man, to speak. Everyone stared in awe at him, as if they’d never seen another person before in their lives. Just then, the man spoke.

5:00 P.M

“Hello my fellow Americans!” Jing said, holding back a chuckle; he had made a funny. “I bet you have all been wondering ’What’s this the blackouts?’ Am I correct? Of course I am.” Jing took a short pause to let his words take a bit of effect. “Well, I’m here to tell you; I caused them,” he said with a smirk. “Everything that you’ve been suffering, all your inconveniences, all your problems; are because of me. How does that make you feel?” He took a moment to look at the room around him, it was pitch black, the intense lights that focused on him were deterring his vision. He silently cleared his throat, and turned back to the camera. “Your president has abandoned you, turning tail and running like a frightened puppy. He fears me, you’d all do well to follow his example.” At this point, Jing stood up, the camera positioning itself in order to keep him in frame. “I am your leader now. Do as I say, or die.” He looked into the camera, his piercing eyes stared at the many confused civilians that watched. Was this all a joke? “Each and everyone of your lives are hanging by a fine and delicate string, if I as so much as catch a whiff of any form of rebellion; consider yourselves and your families eradicated.” Jing began to think that maybe he was overdoing it a bit, and that it was best not to put such insane ideas into their heads. “That is all. Sir Jing, out.”

Neil was shaken up by the message. Who the hell was that guy?! Neil knew he was ignorant about current international and national events, but, if that guy had such power; he was sure to have heard of him by now. “Sir Jing…” he whispered.


“Well, that came out better than expected!” Jing shouted as he turned off the hulk of a machine. The lights shut down, the lens retreated into its metallic cave; everything went back to the way it was. “Yes!” Jing was ecstatic! He was reaping the rewards of his hard work, everything was right with the world. The deed having been done, Jing made his way out of facility, causing a little destruction on the way, and out into the barren desert wasteland that surrounded it. He took a deep breath, it felt good to be the strongest person in the country, eventually the world. Just then, a rock, from out of nowhere, hit Jing right smack on the back of the head. Jing stood in place. Damn soldiers won‘t stay down!he thought, turning around to decimate any soldier that had dared try to dent is do. That’s when he saw Him. “Oh son of a b***h…” Jing muttered. The Man that stood before him grinned a smug grin. He wore dark sunglasses which shielded His eyes from the scorching desert sun and prying eyes. “Well look what the cat dragged in!” Jing shouted; the distance between them was rather vast. The Man simply stood their, grinning, His red hair flowing a bit in the breeze. “What’re you gonna do? Whack me with your guitar?!” Jing began to laugh out loud, all the while keeping his guard up; he knew what this Man was capable of.
In an instant, He was right in front of Jing, the need for shouting was gone. “Woah, dude! Make love not hate!” the strange Man flashed a quick peace sign, then tightened His bandana a bit. “Cut the crap, what do you want?” Jing knew that this man was no peace loving goon, that was all an act that only the simple and weak minded believed. “Oh, nothing, dude,” the Man let out simply, “Just wanted to make sure you were on the right track, man, no biggy!” Jing stepped back. “What do you mean ‘on the right track?’” he was worried now, was this all just some strange conspiracy that he was being used as a pawn in? Nobody uses Sir Jing, nobody. “You’ll see, dude,” the Man smiled a strange crooked grin, was he on something? Jing’s fists began to glow and crackle as they gave off electrical discharge. “Get out of my sight!” he shouted, sending a punch to his face. But before it connected, the Man was gone; nowhere to be seen. “GOD DAMMIT!” Jing exclaimed at the top of his lungs. He kicked sand and punched the air. What the hell is He planning? Jing pondered furiously. It was too late to do anything about it. Jing was the U.S’ leader; but at what cost?


The quaint park was calm, deprived of any life; except for the plant life that is. A young woman stood by the entrance, consuming the beauty of it all. She took a deep breath and entered. As she walked, it seemed as if the flowers turned to face her. Every step she took caused the grass that was stepped on to turn greener; she was Mother Nature incarnate. She took a seat on a nice little wooden bench a top a hill, it overlooked a great portion of the park. This was heaven for her. She gently stroked the bench and the wood that it was made out of began to sprout leafy green branches. The woman was tired, she had walked a long way to get there; having heard that the park was the nicest one in her state, she had heard right. So, she lay down on the bench, a sudden tree with a wide canopy shot up instantaneously, giving her ample shade from the afternoon sun. The tree bent a moment, extending a high up branch down to her, it was giving her its only fruit. The woman was touched by the tree’s kindness, she gladly took the bright red apple. She patted the tree’s trunk and it grew many blossoms, more apples were on the way.
The woman closed her eyes and relaxed. She was completely comfortable. The surrounding nature had her in a state of pure bliss, nothing could bother her now. Just when she had finished thinking that, a small speck of light gently floated down from the sky. The woman had her eyes closed, so she hadn’t noticed it. It fell down, gently swaying in the wind. It stopped right above her navel. The tree that had grown began to call out to the woman, warning her of the danger. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing the small shard of light floating right in front of her. The tree had said ‘danger,’ she didn’t know why, but she felt no threat coming from that small dot; quite the opposite. She wanted it, it grew brighter the more she stared; like the sun. So, she reached out to grab it. As soon as she did, the light blinded her, enveloped her and in a flash of the most beautiful light imaginable; she was gone.
The woman floated through a white emptiness. She didn’t know what was happening, but she wasn’t afraid. She was completely calm, the surrounding abyss filled her with ecstasy. Suddenly, she felt that she had stopped moving, then, just like that, she was shot forward at an amazing speed. THUD! She had hit a solid surface; a dirt floor. As soon as she regained her senses, she wished she hadn’t. The smell was horrible, and the garbage heap that surrounded her made her heart weep. “Oh god…” she muttered. She couldn’t take it! The lack of green, of oxygen; it was horrible. Kneeling down towards the ground, she dug her hands into the earth. Just then, the ground began to tremble a bit as it cracked open; various roots of different strengths and sizes had formed, and had separated the earth; much like what they do to a sidewalk or building. The pit that had formed seemed to have no end, who knew?
“There we go!” she exclaimed, ecstatic. The garbage that had been piled up there for who knows how many years began to fall, in landslide fashion, straight into the abyss. In a matter of seconds, it was all gone. The roots retreated and the pit closed up, making crunching and scraping noises as it did. “This would make a nice forest…” she began to talk to herself, making plans of how to re-introduce nature to this long forsaken area. Then, suddenly, she felt a hand over her mouth and an arm wrap around her chest. She began to yell muffled screams and to wiggle around in an attempt to free herself of her captor. “A little help here!” the man yelled. “Don’t hold her against her will, you idiot!” a woman yelled. The man released his grasp. The victim, however, was not going down without a fight. As long as she was on the ground, the plants would come to her aid. A strong pair of vines had cracked through the earth and wrapped themselves around the man’s legs; making him immobile. A long thorn grew in her hand as she charged towards him, aiming for his throat. The man, all dressed in black, stood there, caught off guard by the sudden violent actions.
But, before she could hit her mark, the other woman; the man’s accomplice, tackled her to the ground. “Relax Ying! We’re not going to hurt you! It’s me! Sparrow!” she said reassuringly. Ying suddenly stopped her squirming. Sparrow got up from on top of her, and extended a hand to help her up. Ying took it, and cleaned herself off a bit. “Sorry about that…” she whispered. “Don’t worry about it!” Sparrow said, shooting an angry glance towards Ninja, “It’s his fault really, you okay?” Ying nodded as Sparrow led her into the warehouse. “Umm… Hello?!” Ninja called, the vines were still wrapped around his legs. Silence. “I really hate that woman sometimes…” he ranted as he hacked at the vines with his katana. He began to mimic her voice in a mocking tone and stopped once her entered their small headquarters.
“Ying!” G shouted, sitting up in bed. She was still a little woozy from summoning all those homing shards. Ying smiled and waved towards her, she was a little nervous. Luna looked up from a book on achieving Nirvana that G had given her and looked up at the newcomer. “Hi Ying!” she sang in a sweet tune. Again, Ying waved. “Tea?” Luna asked, by her side with a tea cup full of the nicest smelling tea imaginable. How could Ying deny it? She took the cup and sat on a seat that Luna had lead her to. “So. How are ya?” G asked. Ying gulped down a bit of tea and answered: “I’m well, thanks.” G’s mouth fell open, Ying was kinda shy; G didn’t like this. “Loosen up, Ying!” she shouted, standing up slowly. She paused a moment to stretch, suddenly feeling much better. Ying blushed. “Sorry, it’s just that, this is all happening so fast…” G smiled. “Tell me about it,” Ninja muttered. “Sorry about the vines.” Ninja nodded telling Ying not to worry about it. So, their little battalion of justice just received a new member, how many more would come?