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Marie e Thomas Através da 2º Dimensão
By: Deny and AlternativeCandace99
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De repente uma sombra com uma corda que amarra na perfeição a Jazz1D e 2D, Xavier2D e Fred 2D mais a Marie 2D.
Marie2D- Estão a fazer o quê?! (num tom grosso)
Xavier2D- Marie… és tu! Há tanto tempo que não te vemos!
Marie2D: (Marie2D já não se lembrava do Xavier e Fred da sua dimensão, pois já não os via à muito tempo) Desculpa, eu conheço-vos?
Jazz2D- Oh pois, Marie, talvez já não te lembres dele, mas são o Xavier e Fred, os irmãos da Amanda! Os tens primos! Por isso… SOLTA-NOS JÁ MARIE!!!
Fred2D- Ai, eu gosto tanto quando ela é mazinha! (cora, porque todos olham para ele com cara de "WTF" O.o … menos Marie1D, obviamente olha confusa)
Marie2D- Xavier e Fred?? Há tanto tempo!!! Está bem eu solto-vos! (Solta-os) Então o que vieram fazer aqui, à Resistência com a Jazz? E porquê que há uma igual á Jazz e outra igual a mim???
Marie1D- Bem, nós viemos de outra dimensão, queríamos voltar, mas infelizmente o comando avariou-se e se não o arranjar-mos é que não voltamos mesmo!
Marie2D- A Jazz2D pode ajudar-vos, ela é a filha do Dr. Baljeet, portanto pode-se resolver o problema.
Jazz2D- Venham, eu ajudo-vos a arranjar o comando.
Enquanto a Jazz 2D, está a arranhar o comando e Marie1D, Xavier2D e Fred2D estão a falar com Marie2D, Jazz 1D mete conversa com a sua versão da Segunda Dimensão falando-lhe de "Thomarie"
Jazz1D- Então… pelos vistos na tua dimensão não há Thomarie, certo? Um vez que o Thomas é vilão aqui nesta dimensão… mas admite, não os gostavas de os ver juntos?
Jazz2D- Eu não me meto na vida amorosa dos dois, por isso não me interessa…
Jazz1D- Mas não gostas que eles sejam mais que amigos não fazem um casal fofo?
Jazz2D- Realmente até ficam bem juntos, mas bolas! Tu pensas que eu sou o quê? Um cupido é? Nem acredito que tu és tão sentimental!!!
Jazz1D- E eu nem acredito que sejas tão durona!!
Jazz1D e 2D- Como é que podemos ser a mesma pessoa?!!
Jazz1D- Por favor!! Tu própria admitiste que faziam um casal fofo, e ser cupido dos dois é a minha missão, aliás a nossa, um vez que tu és eu! Mas… ok, tudo bem… como é que o Thomas ficou mau?
Jazz2D- Bem isso é uma longa história…
Jazz1D- Oh não, não! Não é preciso de contares a história toda da vida dele, eu ficaria contente com uma breve explicaçãozinha! Hehehe.
Jazz2D- (Empurra a Jazz1D para uma cadeira) Senta-te Jazz! A história de com ele se tornou malvado, deixaram-me cicatrizes profundas e não só em mim como no "poder Thomarie" …
Jazz1D- (Com a o braço apoiado ao abraço da cadeira e segurando a cabeça) Ah cá vamos nós…
Jazz2D- Foi há muitos anos……bem não há muitos (começa a aparecer um senário de um quintal com 6 crianças pequenas a brincar e a construir. A Marie, Jazz e Bridgette com as roupas da guias que também estavam com o 3 rapazes, Thomas, Xavier e Fred) Thomas adorava de ser o líder, aa Marie era a que tinha as ideias, eu tratava da matemática, Xavier e Fred ajudavam com as caixas e a construir, a Bridgette, bem era dependente dos dias, uns dias punha-se a chatear o Thomas, outros simplesmente a divertir-se e a ajudar a construir. Era sempre a mesma rotina, mas nós não nos importávamos. Obviamente que nós ocupávamos também o nosso cargo na Resistência e a nossa tia Candace… (Interrompida)
Jazz1D- Tia Candace?
Jazz2D- Nós na Resistência é tudo família.
Jazz1D- Oh, ok continua!
Jazz2D- Bem, onde é que eu ia? Oh sim, a nossa tia Candace decidiu separar os adultos e as crianças, sem tendo um líder, Thomas durante anos ouvia sempre as conversas dos adultos que estavam tendo nas suas reuniões, só eu e a Marie sabíamos disso porque eramos os melhores amigos, Thomas vaio a correr para contar a novidade que iam escolher um de nós como líder.
[Thomas2D- Hey! Meninas!! Sabem o que eu ouvi na reunião!?? (Interrompido)
[Jazz2D- Thomas tens de parar com isso! Ainda vais ser apanhado!
[Thomas2D Não vou, prometo! Mas ouve! A tia Candace vai anunciar que um de nós vai liderar as Resistência do Juniores!
[Marie 2D e Jazz2D- A sério?!!
[Marie2D- De certeza que vai ser o escolhido!!!
[Jazz2D-Concordo!!!
[Marie2D- És o melhor a liderar!
[Thomas2D- Achas mesmo? (corando)
[Marie2D- Mas é claro! É responsável, tens uma mente brilhante e rápida, grande capacidade de liderar e um grande amigo!! (abraça o Thomas2D e ele fica muito vermelho) Somos os melhores amigos para SEMPRE!
[Thomas2D- Sempre?
[Marie2D- Sempre!!!
[Jazz2D- Já chega pombinhos! Thomas já acabou a reunião?!
[Thomas2D- Não. Porquê?
[Jazz2D- Vamos ouvir o final, talvez digam quem é que estão a pensar para liderar!!
[Marie2D e Thomas 2D- Sim!! Boa ideia!!!
Jazz2D- Então nós corremos até a uma janela para ouvirmos.
[Candace2D- Então está decidido soldados, fica o Thomas a liderar a Resistência do juniores!
Jazz2D- O Thomas não estava a querer acreditar no que tinha ouvido, era a 2º coisa que mais queria.
Jazz1D- Então o quê que aconteceu? E qual é a primeira coisa?
Jazz2D- É ai que eu quero chegar (suspiro) Depois não sabemos o que aconteceu, estávamos todos reunidos, eu, a Marie, Bridgette, Thomas e Amanda. Eu e a Marie estávamos muito felizes pelo Thomas, mas não tanto como ele, sabendo que ia ser o líder, mas…
[Candace2D- Quem vai liderar é…
[Thomas2D- (Diz baixo) Thomas Fletcher.
[Candace2D- Amanda Johnson!!
Jazz2D- Nós ficamos chocadas, mas o Thomas…
Jazz1D- Mas espera!! Foi só por isso que se tornou mau!! Por não ter sido escolhido?!!
Jazz2D- Infelizmente, ele teve outras surpresas pelo caminho.
Jazz1D- Ah?
Jazz2D- Pois, ele continuava a ouvir as conversas e ouve um dia que nós fomos com ele e o que nós ouvimos, podemos dizer que pode ter trazido um trauma para ele.
(Na reunião)
[Vanessa2D- Mas porque escolhes-te a tua filha?! É um ótima soldada, mas mesmo assim?! Porque mudas-te?! Era para ser o Thomas!!
[Candace2D- Porque tu és uma Doofenshmirtz!!
[Vanessa2D- E então?! Eu não sou malvada!!
[Candace2D- Não é disso que se trata, trata-se que o Thomas se lidera-se a Resistência Juniores, tinha de saber toda a informação de Danville!!
[Vanessa2D- Continua!!
[Candace2D- O que podia acontecer se ele soubesse que é neto que ex-ditador Heinz Doofenshmirtz!! Não te esqueças que ele tem genes malvados! É do sangue malvado!
[Ferb2D- Mas da maneira que foi educado, não quer dizer que seja malvado!!
[Candace2D- (Fica calada e dá um suspiro e se vira) Soldados, lamento.
[Vanessa2D- Então fica assim?! Que seja. Mas eu demito-me como soldada, tenho saudades de ser uma mãe!!
[Ferb2D- Querida…
[Candace2D- Muito bem, então quero que faças a última missão! Que tomes conta do Xavier e Fred, não quero que lhe aconteça alguma coisa.
[Vanessa2D- Muito bem, eu tomo conta.
Jazz2D- Thomas correu e não o vimos durante uma semana, esteve trancado num quarto durante esse tempo, a Marie teve a coragem de entrar no quarto, pelo que ela contou estava cheio de livros e com o computador ligado, cheio de peças, malas feitas, robôs, etc…
[Marie2D- Tommy?
[Thomas2D- Marie, entra! (Marie entra devagarinho, para não pisar nada, estava assustada com que estava a ver, o quarto estava escuro, de janela fechada)
[Marie2D- Acho que devias de ver um bocadinho a luz solar. (Abre a janela) Pareces um vampiro.
[Thomas2D- Arrgg…(afetado com a luz que vinha da grande janela) FECHA ISSO!!!
[Marie2D- Desculpa… (fecha a janela) O que estás a fazer? (Estava o Thomas olhar para ela com um olhar apaixonado)
[Thomas2D- Neste momento, nada, apenas a olha para ti.
[Marie2D- Porquê?
[Thomas2D- Porque és muito bonita.
[Marie2D- (Sorri e cora) Obrigada. Mas o que se passa aqui?
[Thomas2D- Bem, tive a fazer umas pesquisas, desde que descobri o meu último nome.
[Marie2D- Doofenshmirtz?
[Thomas2D- Sim… e estive a pensar (se vira de costas), já que não posso liderar a resistência juniores… (se vira para a Marie e dá as mãos) que nós podíamos liderar Danville, Marie vem comigo liderar toda esta área!
[Marie2D- Eu…Eu…
[Thomas2D- Compreendo que estejas confusa, mas eu vou te fazer feliz, quero que estejas comigo e sabe se lá se podemos liderar o mundo, Marie tu não sabes o quando eu te… (Interrompido e Marie2D tira as mãos)
[Marie2D- Tu és LOUCO!!
[Thomas2D- O quê?!
[Marie2D- És louco!! Eu não vou contigo!!!
[Thomas2D- Espera!! Tu disseste que seriamos os melhores amigos, para SEMPRE!!
[Marie2D- Há limites!!
[Thomas2D- Mas Marie!! Eu amo… (não conseguia dizer o resto, sabia que não ia chegar a lado nenhum) Eu… eu… (Baixa a cabeça e fica com o cabelo a tapar o seu rosto)
[Marie2D- Eu só espero que tires essa ideia louca da tua cabeça!!
[Thomas2D- Sai.
[Marie2D- Tommy, eu…
[Thomas2D- (Se vira para a cama para arrumar algumas coisas que estão em cima da cama sem olhar para a Marie2D) 1º Não me chames Tommy. 2º Não te esqueças no que disseste: Há limites. 3º Sai.
[Marie2D- Eu… (suspiro) Ok, eu saio…
Jazz2D- Dia seguinte, nunca mais vimos o Thomas, fomos ao quarto dele, e não tinha lá nada, apenas a decoração, mas tudo que seja roupas, papeis, guitarra etc… estava tudo vazio. Deixou de ir há escola e conseguiu conquistar Danville neste momento estamos em guerra com ele.
Jazz1D- Uau.
Jazz2D- Pois, exato. Foi tudo ao mesmo tempo: A Resistência, descobrimento do seu último nome Doofenshmirtz e a declaração falhada.
Jazz1D- Então foi isso que aconteceu, não me admira que tenha enlouquecido.  Coitado!
Jazz2D- Por muito que tenha sofrido!! Já cometeu grandes crimes!!!
Jazz1D- Eu sei, mas vocês já se puseram no lugar dele?! Ter perdido a pessoa que mais amava?! Ele precisa de ser parado, mas não nessa maneira!!
Jazz2D- Eu sei disso!! Mas quem é a líder é a (Interrompida com a chegada de alguém) … Amanda…
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Marie- Angelus19 and Sam-Ely-Ember
Thomas- Melty94
Jazz- Angelus19 and Sam-Ely-Ember
Amanda- Dan and Swampy
Xavier and Fred- Dan and Swampy

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PROLOGUE




It all began with love.

After the dawn of time, alicorns and mortal ponies lived separate from one another.  In the old age, the ponies of the earth below us started out as a very segregated race:  greedy, unjust, hateful.  The world as we knew it had turned evil and no longer reflected the land it was created to be.  Sin was rampant everywhere and love was but a memory rarely spoken of.  We alicorns, the immortal and wise race, were disgusted with what the world had become and made our domain in the heavens far above the sky.  Granted, our race was not perfect either, but the land below us was shrouded in darkness and hate and we could not coexist with those beings.

The land grew colder, and snowier.  The winter season one year did not stop.  Spring did not come; instead, it continued to snow and freeze all around the ponies' domain.  It was the windigoes, demon equine spirits that feed off of hatred until they become powerful enough to send a storm that would cover the land in eternal winter.  The three tribes, earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns, were doomed to die in the cold for their actions.  But all was not lost, for a young unicorn wizard in training, Clover the Clever, had discovered the power that can break the curse the windigoes had put upon the ponies.  Clover knew the importance of harmony and his magic unleashed a spell empowered by love which drove the windigoes away before all ponies were frozen to death.  Once the ice had melted, the ponies had finally realized that all these years were wasted hating one another.  From then on, hatred was no longer a part of the pony way.  Love was restored and the ponies had finally united in harmony.  That is where it all began: with love.

We alicorns looked down on the earth with joy seeing what had happened and saw that it was good.  Eventually, we made our decision to descend to the earth below us and live among the mortal ponies.  Their love had shown us that they had changed, and with them, the land.  We protected the ponies and assisted them with taking care of the land.  The seasons came and the winter seasons were no longer unhappy for the ponies had created the Hearth's Warming holiday to celebrate at that time of the year in honor of the founding of their new country:  Equestria.

The land of Equestria grew to be the most beautiful country in the world and blossomed with fertility and happiness.  In time, a well-organized regime was formed and the ponies decided to elect an alicorn to be their leader due to their wisdom and longevity.  I, Solmidas, was the first of the Alicornian kings to be elected.  Throughout the years, I grew and matured and lead my people into a brighter future.  I was active in the parliament and used my powers to control the sun while the unicorn citizens would use their powers to control the moon and help build a magnificent kingdom.  We formed our first palace on a grand hill with our capital city in front and named it Everfree.  It was not long after I was elected that I met my wife, Chernalia, whom, after marrying, became the queen of Equestria and used her powers to control the moon at night giving the unicorns more freedom to work.

For thousands of years, Chernalia and I maintained Equestria with complete balance and the alicorns of the parliament helped us, namely, my old friend, Accord, who believed strongly in harmony and balance.  While Accord would make addresses to our people for encouragement, we continued to serve our positions as the king and queen.  Accord would have made a fine leader one day, but he insisted that our offspring carry on the burden.

During what most call the Golden Age of Equestria, a time in which the economy was perfectly stable and no battles or wars were present or even foreseen, my wife and I bore our first child: Princess Celestia.  A few years later, Celestia gained a sister: Luna.  Our daughters were dear to us and we taught them much including how to use their powers to raise the sun and moon.  Whenever we were busy with our duties, another teacher would aid them:  Starswirl the Bearded, who was also the master of Clover the Clever and knew the magic of longevity.  In time, Celestia earned her cutie mark after she had discovered her power of raising the sun.  Luna still had yet to earn hers at the time this tale begins.

One day Celestia and Luna would lead this country, for my time and Chernalia's had come to a close.  We have lived to see our country grow as beautiful as we had wished and the time had come to pass the crown on.  Our daughters would then soon see both the blessings and the curses of leading Equestria.  A great test lied before them, something that none could see coming, not even I.  Not only would they lead our country, but they would discover the one true power which would continue to save Equestria from the evil to come.  

Welcome to our world.  Welcome to the age of the alicorns...
Here is the story on FIMfic: [link]
Chapter select: [link]

This is the prologue of the first chapter of my upcoming fanfiction project, Age of the Alicorns: Chaos Rising which tells the story of how Discord became the monster he is today and how Celestia and Luna overcame him and saved Equestria from his eternal chaos. The prologue is narrated by Kind Solmidas, the father of Celestia and Luna and former king of Equestria. The rest will be narrated by me in 3rd person.

This excerpt gives a short summary of what happens before the actual story starts and if you've seen "Hearth's Warming Eve" you may already be familiar with a lot of this. Much like the beginning of a film, this introduces it right before the title sequence ensues. After this prologue the first chapter will be up and unlike my previous fics, I will be naming the chapters so I will have to abbreviate the title to "AotA: Chaos Rising" or something in order to accommodate space.

While reading this, I suggest listening to this music: [link] It makes it feel like you're watching an epic movie and it goes along with it perfectly. Gosh I wish I knew how to compose music so I could make an entire soundtrack for this story!

So anyways, hope you guys enjoy it and that this gets you excited for the rest! And that critique is there for anyone who wants to critique me on my writing and please do if you have anything to say, I'd like to make my writing better for the final product.

MLP © Hasbro
FiM © Lauren Faust
Age of the Alicorns: Chaos Rising *AleximusPrime

EDIT: Wow, I'm surprised none of you guys are commenting on what I did with the Everfree Forest...

EDIT 2: Thanks to :iconnitrateexhaust: for pointing out some grammatical errors I corrected.
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I recently read a Journal on FrontPage, "Tough Love: How to Make a Comic".
Nothing against the writer, i really appreciate the willingness to share some true advice by the writer, but i felt compelled to write my thoughts about it, as i feel it is misrepresenting what making comics actually is like, at least if that's what you want.
It also made me curious to hear more opinions on what making comics feels like for you!

This is a great opportunity to talk about this matter, would love to hear your opinions as well, so i encourage you to comment!
Doesn't matter whether you are already making a comic or have doubts about beginning one, let's talk about this!
This is a topic i really care about, since supporting beginners is something i love to do (as you can see by my tutorials/videotutorials) - there's nothing better than sharing your passion with people who are struggling but want to do the same thing you love!

Since some found it useful/inspiring, I'm sharing with you my reply, hoping it can be useful/inspirational for you as well, feel free to mention some of these points (whether you agree or not) in your reply if you want!



Here is my reply:
"While the contents seem kinda "interesting" and go against the mainstream behavior of encouraging beginners with sweet words (but not being mainstream isn't always the best thing), offering a new perspective, i don't really agree with most of what's written here.

And i'm stating this because i don't agree right from the beginning - that is, from the title itself.

Comics are tough work?
If anyone feels like that, i doubt they want to make a comic.

Why should drawing and writing feel tough?
Why should drawing and writing the story you love feel like "This sucks, you cry!  This is labor, it's horrible, I can't bear to do another panel!  YEP~ congratulations, that's what it feels like."?

I understand that you are looking at comics considering professional standards, which means that you have to keep going and can't stop, but applying this way of thinking right away, right from the beginning, simply adds unneeded pressure on the poor guy who wants to start drawing his comic.

I mean, c'mon, the beginning has to be fun, full of experiments and newbies should take their time with all this and enjoy the process.

Instead, you are telling them they are worth nothing just because they are starting and that they should sweat over pages and pages of their comic, like a machine, as if they were already employed.
Trust me, the harsh tones you used really make it look like you are over them, and most beginners will probably feel like they are in fact worth nothing - just because they started later than you did, or any other professional did.

You see, the stuff you wrote isn't "wrong", at least not that much.
Problem is, you clearly are talking to novices, and are talking to them as if they were already pros and had a professional mindset.
Or rather, you are forcing that mindset on them.
You are scaring them off with harsh tones, telling them it's hard work and you even cry, can't bear to draw another panel.

How helpful can all this stuff be?
How helpful can it be to scare beginners away with stuff that maybe they don't even feel?
I can't really see how anyone could whine about drawing and writing his comic, if that's what he wants of course, that is.

And since you wrote this Journal, you are supposed to be the one who loves doing this.. and yet you write that it's very tough and you cry over your pages etc.


As you can clearly understand, i support being nice with beginners, instead of ranting about them lacking something.
They are beginners, afterall, of course they lack stuff.
Just like more seasoned and experienced artists do.
And these beginners already know they lack stuff.

I understand your approach, and understand that being harsh CAN work.

However, i firmly believe that if the matter we are dealing with is a passion, such as sequential art, such harshness not only isn't required - but is actually detrimental.
Beginners already see professional art all around deviantart, and globalization made it possible to even see hundreds of videos on youtube in which awesome artists make it seem like a piece of cake.

Just like the majority of guys who watch porn and then feel insecure about their "manhood" because they believe what they see there is the average "gear".
Sorry for the comparison, but this just fits awesomely to the point i'm trying to drive home. :]

Beginners are already put down by themselves.
They feel they can't accomplish anything great, and that's the reason most of them change route quickly.

Then why should anyone who wants to help add any unnecessary pressure and harshness?


You clearly want to help and offer advice, but i think the way you chose isn't exactly the most efficient in doing so.


True, if someone truly wants something, then your harsh speech should act as a challenge and motivate them.
But we are talking of a very little amount of people, since when you begin something you of course are confused and quite insecure, especially about what to do with this "interest".
"Just a hobby? Or maybe should i try doing this as a job? How much time should i put into this?" Just like those crushes about that guy/girl. "Do i love him/her? Is it just a crush or something more? Will time fix it? What should i do?"

This is what making comics looks like, after having read what you wrote: "Doesn't matter if you decide you want to make comics, it will always feel bad, and it won't be any different from any other job such as working in a factory, because it is labor and you will cry to finish page after page every day and you won't be able to stop not even a second. There's no fun, you do it like a machine, just like any other work. I love making comics, and yet i feel like crying when i force and drag myself day after day drawing panel after panel"




Once again, my question simply is: How is all this stuff supposed to help beginners?
How is this stuff supposed to motivate them?

I'm not saying that more advanced artists should lie to them and tell them "oh what a wonderful stickman you got there, looks like a photo"!<---Yeah, that doesn't even make sense. xD
I'm just saying that, just like being overly nice won't help, the same goes for being too harsh, which is what this Journal feels like.


As someone who tries to support new artists as much as i can (although lately i've been really focused on improving my skills and haven't sadly supported as much as i would have liked to, but i'm sure i'll be able to help more once i'm done with these studies), i appreciate that you want to give some true advice and motivate them with harsh words that should avoid any delusional reality that doesn't exist.
This is really a great thing you are trying to do here.
But i really feel like the way you chose to motivate and help them isn't as efficient as it could, and is actually detrimental.

Which is why i felt compelled to write here and write my thoughts on this, hoping you will appreciate the time it took me to write all this stuff and possibly find it useful in better understanding how a beginner could feel like if you act like this.



I myself am really fascinated by sequential art, but, although i draw quite a lot, i'd say i'm mainly a writer (i spend tons of time reading essays, love learning stuff, but drawing is just a way to tell my stories), and am actually working as hard as i can on my comic, taking also my time to experiment and have fun.


Which, remember, is the reason we make comics: IT'S FUN!

Doesn't matter how many pages we have to draw, how many panels, or how many lines of plot we have to write/ how much research we have to do.






It will always feel great, and drawing/writing will feel as natural and effortless as breathing.

There are people who are so passionate that they just have to draw everything or write stuff, otherwise they actually feel bad.
I myself am one of those people, and, as you wrote in your journal, you take your sketchbook everywhere as well, which means you clearly are passionate about this whole thing.
Then why should it feel like you said?

The reason all those how to guides about comics make it feel/look so fun and awesome is because, guess what...




It's a good feeling sharing your world with the world! (no pun intended :))
And those guys are so passionate that it shows in their willingness to help and share their passion with beginners, and there's nothing better than that to help and motivate them!"





Would love to hear your opinions on this topic of making comics!
It will be also be a great opportunity to know my watchers better and look at some comics if you are making one, or give some advice if you need any! (although of course i am no teacher and have a limited experience making comics, but enough to feel like i can help :))
These days i really am burning with passion for art, so sorry if i sound overly excited but i can't help it - making comics is just awesome and that journal reminded me how awesome it is!
The Journal i'm talking about: fav.me/d7ivzjb
Once again, guys, nothing against that writer, as she just wanted to help, which is always appreciated and better than ignoring beginners!
I just felt like she misrepresented what Making Comics feels like, and made it look too much like an ordinary job in which you have to be a human machine drawing page after page, whether you enjoy it or not.

Would love to hear your opinions on this topic, a topic i really love, since it's just so awesome sharing the love for something with other people, especially if they are starting and they need some love!
Also, if you are making a comic, feel free to show us in the comments and write what it feels like for you!

I myself am burning with passion - especially these days!
I'm studying 101% of my time and practicing to improve, currently working on painting techniques and realism.. i feel like i really am improving, looking forward to showing you the progress when i make the first panel of Ch.0 for Mark of Darkness!
I promise you, it will be a whole new level, both artistically and plot wise! *-*

Now, back to studying, huzzah! 
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Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.

Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.

"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.

"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"

"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokémon and this abomination as well, you ask too much."

Mew stared intently at her clone, wondering if there was anything she could do at this point to convince him to stay. She wanted to explain herself, to tell him of Lucario's true nature as Ethan, the human who helped save the world. However, the fact that he was still standing beside her meant that Mewtwo already knew, or at least suspected as much.

"I understand," Mew whispered and slightly lowered her head, "See you again at Christmas."

With that, Mewtwo suddenly lifted off the ground, ascending into the sky like an accelerating rocket. With every second that passed, Lucario felt the abnormal sensation that had threatened to choke him waning, yet still his newfound inner turmoil grew stronger. He needed to know the truth, even though he feared her response more than he had Mewtwo's.

"… Mew…" Lucario said after Mewtwo had disappeared from sight, heart pounding loudly in his chest, "… You didn't… Mean those things you said, right…?"

"Of course I did not!" Mew yelled before turning towards him and showing a very irritated look on her face, "You are my precious friend… Although after this, I am not so certain about that anymore!"
"Ah!" Lucario exclaimed in shock as a large amount of relief tinged with shame washed over him, "… I'm sorry."

"… It cannot be helped. That is the way he is," Mew said with a sigh, calming down as she knew there was no point in getting angry, "I had never expected him to come in the first place. Easy arrival, easy departure?"

"Listen, I'll… I'll make it up to you," Lucario replied, all of his earlier worries transformed into gratefulness towards Mew for being such a good friend, "Yeah, you can rely on me when it comes to fixing this situation; I'll show you that I'm way more useful than he'd be!"

"I am certain of that," Mew giggled lightly, no longer having to worry about Mewtwo bringing down everyone's mood. She had hoped for his assistance since he was most likely powerful and intelligent enough to solve the state of the world all on his own, but still worried that his solution might not turn out to be in humanity's best interests. The fact that he had left Lucario alone did show a lot of improvement on his part, however, and she took pride in knowing she had made the right choice by letting him live after their ferocious duel in the past.

Lucario wondered what Mew was thinking about as they headed towards the rocky formation he thought to be the cave of their destination. More importantly, he wondered if she knew the way in, and if this really was the right place. While the mountainous rock covered most of the island, it was just barely a hundred meters in height, so he had no worries about needing to climb very far.

Mew had told him that the closer they got to the meeting, the less he would be able to sense the aura of other creatures. True enough, Lucario noticed little going on behind the rocky walls that supposedly held some of the most powerful beings on the planet.

"At long last… Here we are," Mew said cheerfully as she pointed towards a small opening in the ground, moving back to let Lucario get a good look at it.

"Wait… We're not going in there?" he asked, pointing to the small mountain he had expected to be hollow.

"What a terrible hiding place," Mew said bluntly as she followed his finger, "It is too big and obvious."

"… You know I found you by sticking near the biggest thing on the face of the earth, right?" Lucario said as the tiny legendary lowered her head a bit.

"If only the others were as good at hiding themselves when in plain sight…" she whispered before facing Lucario with a stern look, "Just remember, you should not tell them that you used to be human, because-"

"We can't prove it, and my past as a trainer would complicate things," Lucario interrupted her before getting on his knees to inspect the hole, which seemed to lead into a horizontal passage, "We went over this, what, eight gazillion times?"

Mew stopped herself from pointing out the obvious, wondering if Lucario had already forgotten what he had told Mewtwo. Even so, she could not blame him for what he had said - She knew how badly Mewtwo's mere presence could affect those not used to it, which would be anyone except her. Even Celebi had described their occasional meetings as unpleasant, and not just because of his unfriendly demeanor.

The dark, rocky passage reminded Lucario a bit about his visit to Zerobi's home. A dank, uninteresting scenery that led into a small dead end, humbly decorated with a bed and a small source of light. By comparison, the place where he and Zoroark had gone before separating looked less rugged, with plants that shone and actual thought put into the design. It had been as cleanly built as something made out of dirt can get.

However, what he saw when entering the cavern beyond the passage was far and well beyond anything he had imagined. A massive room loomed beneath him, making him realize the actual cave was well underneath ground level. The ceiling was covered by thick vines that produced light so strong it felt like a sunny day, but the light was surprisingly soft and did not sting his eyes in the least. The cavern itself was impressive, but had absolutely nothing going for it compared to its inhabitants. Lucario took a deep breath before leaning forward and looking down, certain of his own amazement at the large variety of legendaries beneath.

His first impression was that he was not looking closely enough. After squinting for a few moments, he realized that he could only spot three individual creatures. Two of them seemed to be even smaller than Mew and Celebi in size, and the third one was just a yellow bird.

Disappointment hit Lucario like a truck. After hearing Mew's tales about the glory and magnificence among the legendaries, his expectations had soared higher than ever before and he was ready to have his mind blown on several different levels. Instead, he had come upon a scene slightly less interesting than what he could find in any place with Pokémon.

"Hey…" a sharp yet strangely sweet voice echoed throughout the cave, "Hey! New arrivals!"

The echoing made it difficult to tell the origin of the noise. Lucario looked down to see who had spoken, only to see all three of them looking up in his direction.

"Selphie, why didn't you tell me they were coming?" the voice sounded again, as the yellow bird turned its head towards one of the small creatures.

"Your shift starts in five minutes," a light and calm voice very much like Mew's came from somewhere, "I didn't think you'd have the time-"

"Of course I have the time!" the first voice spoke more determinately this time, before the yellow bird suddenly started flapping its wings and flew up towards them.

Lucario instantly regretted having underestimated the group, finally realizing just how quickly the bird was covering up his vision. He estimated it to be slightly larger than Suicune, yet it was coming at them at more than twice his maximum speed. The unrealistic agility was more akin to teleportation than flight, and before he even knew it the bird had perched on the ledge.

Every part of it was screaming yellow, feathers looking even more ruffled than his hairy chest after a particularly bad case of static electricity. He noticed a few patches of black feathers around the eyes and back, but most were obscured by the strong yellow lying over it. It had a very slender beak, as long as his own arm and sharp enough to give Zerobi's and Zoroark's claws a run for their money.

Something like a thunder strike suddenly roared through the cave, the bird's form lighting up in brilliant white. This light was far harsher than the one in the rest of the cave, Lucario looking away instinctively and keeping his face covered until he noticed the light growing weaker. When he looked back, he nearly lost his breath at what he witnessed.

The same bird as before stood before him, yet it was very different. Its massive wings were spread and feathers were shooting out in every direction like an explosion frozen in time, Lucario realizing exactly why they had looked so ruffled before. The bird shone yellow as bright sparks of white lightning crawled around it, making every feather it touched sway a little from the magnetism.

Another strike of lightning sounded, and the bird became engulfed in a pillar of blue lightning. As quickly as it had appeared, the electricity around the bird calmed down while it fell back into a more casual posture. Lucario shook his head a few times, several reddish spots appearing where the image had been burned into his eyes, Mew peeking out from behind Lucario's back to see what was happening.

"Hello, I'm the legendary thunderbird known as Zapdos," she said happily, Lucario standing frozen for a moment before pointing in her direction.

"That… Was awesome," Lucario gasped as he looked at her with eyes beaming in amazement, "You…  Are awesome."

"Hahaha! Not one to mince words, are you?" Zapdos laughed as she looked over the Lucario, surprised that someone had been so blunt as to actually told her something like that right on their first meeting, "What's your name?"

"Ethan," Lucario immediately responded, Mew's jaw dropping in protest. She realized she had wrongfully blamed Mewtwo's presence for clouding Lucario's already poor judgment.

"Ethan…? Hey! I battled a trainer with that name many years ago!" Zapdos said cheerfully, thinking to herself for a few seconds, "… Yes, it's a fine name."

"Well, it's no 'Selphie', but it gets me through the day," Lucario replied, now recognizing Zapdos to be the owner of the sharp yet far from unpleasant voice he had picked up earlier.

"Hehehe… Tressie's gonna love you…" Zapdos snickered before seeing a small pink figure peek out from under Lucario, and she immediately straightened herself up, "M-Mew! Sorry, I didn't see you there!"

"Hello, Zapdos," Mew said calmly as she flew up to hover a few paces left of Lucario, not wanting to get between the two who seemed to be hitting things off surprisingly well, "I saw your handiwork on the way here. You have become very skilled."

"… And awesome, apparently…" Zapdos whispered under her breath, exchanging a quick look with Lucario. She was still perplexed that Mew of all Pokémon would be the one bringing a guest to the meeting, but knew better than to be disrespectful towards the older and much more powerful legendary. Mew had come to visit her and her siblings all throughout their childhoods, and they loved and respected her far too much to ever question her occasionally confusing motives.

"Tick-tock," the voice that sounded somewhat like Mew's came from the lower level, a different noise sounding from above it. From a passageway just barely visible in the bright ceiling of the cave, a large figure clad in red and yellow descended.

Lucario instantly winced as he realized that it looked red and yellow because it was literally on fire. It had the shape of a bird and left a trail of smoke behind as it came crashing down towards the ground, Lucario bracing himself for a fiery explosion. However, while still in midair, the bird turned its head and looked at him, before suddenly making a sharp turn in his direction. Lucario scrambled backwards and looked over at Mew and Zapdos, both of which seemed surprisingly calm considering the impending doom heading their way. While not nearly as fast as the first one had been, the new avian was upon them before Lucario had time to take cover, and much to his surprise landed carefully on the ground with its feet instead of crashing against the wall with its beak.

The firebird looked a lot like Zapdos whenever she was not charged with electricity, with yellow feathers that were not ruffled but instead jagged around the edges. It was still on fire, but seemed to not care all that much, intensive flames burning around its head, wings and tail. Lucario could feel the heat from where he was standing, scrambling his mind to remember which legendary the bird could be while it looked down at him with a casual demeanor.

"Hey Tressie, guess what? New arrivals!" Zapdos suddenly said, the burning bird staring at her before quickly looking back at Lucario.

"Oh, hello," he said with a calm and polite voice, "I saw you arrive earlier, and let the weather calm down fo-"

"Quick, ask the Lucario what his name is!" Zapdos interrupted, using her beak to impatiently tug at a lower part of the firebird's right wing where there were no flames.

"… What is your name, Lucario?" he asked after a moment of hesitation, apparently wondering if he had met the Lucario sometime in the past.

"… Ethan?" Lucario answered carefully, growing more doubtful if he was doing the right thing by giving his real name. Mew shook her head disappointedly as Lucario looked up and saw a meaningful smile crossing over the fiery bird's beak.

"Isn't it great!?" Zapdos exclaimed happily before turning around, "Well, see you later, I've got to get to work."

"… Work?" Lucario asked hesitantly, not sure if she was joking or not.

"Who d'ya think's keeping this storm going?" Zapdos responded with a smile, before setting off and flying up into the ceiling. Before he even knew it her yellow form had disappeared in the light, and she was gone.

"Forgive my sister's… Hyperactivity," the burning bird said with a reluctant sigh, "All the electric charges from whipping up a storm do that to her."

"I like it," Lucario replied while scratching his chin, checking to see that it had not caught fire without him noticing, "You are…?"

"Hmm? Is it possible you have not heard of the legendary firebird Moltres before?" he answered with mild surprise in his voice before giving off a sigh, "Seems you are 'Ethan' in name, only…"

"Well-" Lucario started before a small pink figure quickly zoomed in front of him.

"Hello, Moltres!" Mew said loudly, intentionally interrupting Lucario while throwing him an irritated glance, "How are you?"

Lucario did not get to hear Moltres' answer as he was busy interpreting why Mew was staring at him with such a hopeless and confused look on her face.

"You said he was the legendary bird OF fire, not ON fire," he whispered to her, wondering if she wanted to know why he had been trying to take cover earlier.

"… Tell me, why is Articuno not with us?" Mew asked as she turned her head back to Moltres, dissatisfied with Lucario's explanation but deciding to drop it until they were alone again.

"She's…" Moltres said while letting his voice trail off, apparently reluctant to saying what he was really thinking, "… Not feeling well."

"… Has it gotten worse?" Mew asked in a worried manner, "I can sense her aura just outside, maybe I should talk to her?"

"Outside? Whoa, wait!" Lucario interjected as he took a step forward, "If she's sick, that storm's not going to make things better!"

"Don't ask," a familiar voice whispered behind Lucario, making him twitch in surprise, "I went to have a chat with her. She's not sick, she's a nutcase!"

Lucario turned around to see the easily recognizable Weavile standing behind him, coming through the same passage as he had and getting to her feet. She was no longer wearing her cloak, and he could see that she had not changed much in the few months they had been apart. Her form was as slender and elegant as ever, making him feel like a hairy slob just by standing next to her. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her sharp claws, remembering well how they had cut through his throat.

"Takes one to know one," Lucario said with a snarky tone, glad to see that he could finally joke about what happened instead of lament over it.

"We share a few interests when it comes to snow, but that's it," Zerobi said, unwilling to admit that they were more similar than that, and not in a good way. She knew that Articuno could very easily turn into bad influence, and she decided to return to be with the rest for the time being.

Mew and Moltres continued talking as Zerobi waved Lucario over, suddenly jumping down the ledge. He shrugged and followed, landing on an incline underneath and running down the rocky ground. He stumbled a few times over the unpredictable terrain as Zerobi sped ahead of him, her clawed feet no doubt better suited for maintaining a good foothold.

Lucario eventually made it to the bottom of the cave without any damage. He heard voices in front of him, the first being Zerobi's and the other being the one that had sounded a bit like Mew's. He saw his friend standing ahead, talking to a very small creature that was floating in midair, again reminding him of Mew. For the first time, Lucario felt like he recognized the voice from somewhere else, and he tried to recall from where. A mysterious pain flashed over his chest as he remembered it being around the time he was captured and sent to jail.

Zerobi suddenly noticed that Lucario had made it down, and waved him over to them.

"Hey, here's that guy I told you about!" she said happily, the small Pokémon next to her giving off a nervous gulp.
The Human Species
Chapter 45. Restless Thunderbird Zapdos

Humanity has finally gotten fed up with their fragile position in the world of Pokémon. Gathering the best of trainers, they have decided to subdue or dispose of every powerful Pokémon in existence.

The strong will expire as a large conflict between Pokémon and humans arises… But which side of the conflict will you end up on when you are neither Pokémon nor human…?

If you're new to the series, start here!

EPISODE VIII - Another Time, Another Place

Prologue
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49 (Epilogue)

Welcome to the future! Click here once you've read each chapter to proceed to the next Episode!

Series chronology

Year 1-3: Occult Magazine, Evolution's Gate
Year 4-7: Forever Legendary (Main storyline)
Year 7 1/2: Mew's Christmas Carol
Year 8: Forever Legendary (Extra Chapter 3)
Year 10-11: The Human Species
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The Camera positioned itself, as the spot light focused on an anthro deer, and the show began.

"All over the city of Arcadia, there are dozens of talented chefs with amazing skills in the kitchen." she said, as another spotlight went onto a Dalmatian Anthro.

"But only one can claim the title of Master Chef."

"Hello, I'm Aile Grove." the Deer greeted.

"And I'm Tommy Jarrison." the Dalmatian said.

"And once again, 4 chefs are here to duke out for the top in another episode of..." Aile gestured to Tommy.

"Fur and Fire!"

The lights went on, revealing the competitive kitchen in all it's glory, as the two hosts walked to the center.

"The Rules as always, go as such, four chefs, three rounds, five judges. Each chef has to make an amazing dish before time runs out, but it's not that easy! Is it, Tommy?" Aile asked.

"Not easy at all." Tommy said. "Each round uses certain ingredients, and you have to use all of the neccesary ingredients in your dish."

"When time runs out, your dishs will be professionally critiqued by today's panel of judges." Aile said, as the camera goes to the judge table. "First, we have the owner and head chef of the 5 star Restaurant known as the Flavor Fusion, Jay York!"

An arctic wolf comes out and waves to the camera, before he takes his seat at the table.

"Hello there. I'm looking forward to the competition."

"Next up, we have former Master Chef, and a proud father of three wonderful boys, Lycan McCloud!"

A grey wolf came in, giving a thumbs up, and seating next to Jay, and giving him a high five.

"Can't wait to eat, I skipped my usual snacks just for this." Lycan joked.

"Judge number three is an Award-winning chef specializing in meat and fish, number one in our charts, Alex Vargas!"

A polar bear comes over and sits next to Lycan. "Hello there everybody."

"Our fourth judge is a very famous high ranking food critic, giving good ratings for some of the best restaurants out there, Sandra Allison!"

A Hedgehog came in with a smiled, waving for the camera and seating next to ALex. "Hello everyone, great to be here. I'm Eager to see what the chef's have to offer."

"And finally, She is a champion Dessert chef, wise Entrepreneur, and loving mother of two sweet and cute little cubs, Kali Tompson!"

A lionness comes over and sits next to Sandra. "Shall we begin this wonderful contest? I'm ready to get down to business."

"Welcome, judges." Aile smiled. "Now As I was saying, when time runs out for each round, these five judges will critique our player's work on Creativity, Presentation, and Taste. This leads to The Moment of Truth."

"in this part, the Judge will award points to each chef.."

"And after three rounds, whoever has the most points will win." Aile sighed, "But enough Exposition. Tommy you read to bring out our chefs?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"First is Yukio FLynn."

A husky came down the hall, as the camera shifts to an intro montage.

~~~

"Alright, next up, we have Blitz Harrison."

An arctic wolf comes down the hall, as the intro montage gives way.

~~~

"Next is Gregory Walker!"

A black cat comes down the hall, which gives way to the intro montage.

~~~

"And finally, Cody Cameron."

A Kangaroo came down the hall, cuing his intro montage.

~~~

The Four chefs each stood at a cooking table, each with a big basket.

"Okay Chefs. You know the rules."

"Go on ahead and open up the appetizer baskets."

The chefs opened the baskets, and each had a different reaction.

"And your appetizers must include-"

Required Ingredients: shrimp, rice, lime and marianted steak.

~~~

Yukio: now this is a good way to challenge some chefs.

Blitz: Steak has been one of my specialties. So we'll see what happens.

Cody: Two words, Mardi Gras Jambalaya. That's the first thing that popped into my head when I saw that stuff.

Gregory: A pot luck that spells out delicious. The shrimp can really help out with my dish.

~~~

"You've got 20 minutes... ready...."

"GO!"

The Chefs quickly get to work.

~~~

Yukio: I head to the pantry to get the spices and other things I need.

Yukio grabs spices, Lemons, Soy sauce, and Chicken Broth.

Yukio: I'm going straight through with a Stew and Steamed rice.

Yukio's Dish: Minced Shrimp and Steak Stew with Steamed rice.

Yukio starts steaming the rice, then pours his broth, and began mincing the Shrimp and Streak.

~~~

Blitz: The things I need, I could find in the pantry.

Blitz gets a few spices, some soy sauce, and vegetable oil.

Blitz: I decided to go simple with doing a stir-fry.

Blitz's Dish: Steak and Shrimp Stir-Fry.

Blitz gets the rice steamed up, and cooks the steak and shrimp seperately.

~~~

Cody: The Battle begins, and I hit that pantry and fridge!

Cody grabs Veggies, spices, and Soy sauce.

Cody: Defintely Mardi Gras jambalaya

Cody's Dish: Louisiana Style Jambalaya

Cody started steaming the rice and chopping and mixing up the rest of the stuff.

~~~

Gregory: Things can get pretty hectic out there, so I grab as much as I can from that pantry and fridge.

Gregory gets a hold of spices, veggies, lemons, and oils.

Gregory: I've decided to do a steak and shrimp combo platter.

Gregory's Dish: Steak and Shrimp Combo Platter.

Gregory starts cooking up the steak and rice, and gets the veggies sepereately.

~~~

Tommy and Aile go to the judges.

"So Judges, what do you think of the first round ingredients."

"I'm Really excited about rice." Kali said, "That only can be taken a good number of great ways, and I'm seeing all four boys having good ideas."

"The Roo's making jambalaya over there, that's a very good dish when done right." Sandra said.

"My eyes are on that stir-fry that the young wolf is making. Stir-fry differs every time it's made." Jay said.

"I just wanna eat already!" Lycan's stomach growled.

"Easy Lycan, You'll get your food." Kali said, "What do you think of that stew and rice the husky kid's making?"

The big grey wolf shrugged. "Looks fine to me."

"What's cat kid making?" Sandra wondered.

"Seems to be a steak and shrimp combo platter." Jay inquired.

"Sounds a bit basic." Sandra said.

"Simple is a lot nicer than fancy sometimes," Lycan said wih a grin. "It's harder to screw up something simple."

"Good Point." Sandra nodded.

~~~

"Chefs! This is your 10 minute mark!" Tommy shouted

Yukio tasted his stew and smiled.

Yukio: So I give my stew a taste, and it's really good... But I know it need to better.

Yukio runs for the pantry again, and grabs some spices.

Yukio: I grab garlic, pepper, and some parsley.

He runs back, and starts adding the spices to the mix. He tries it again.

Yukio: BOOYAH! Perfect! I'm Going to win!

~~~

Blitz took a look at his rice and steak, giving it a good taste.

Blitz: The steak and rice tasted just how I wanted it to, now the only thing is the shrimp.

The Wolf tried his shrimp.

Blitz: ...It needed sauce and fast.

Blitz went over to the pantry to get the sauce, mixed it in with the shrimp, and tried it out.

Blitz: That's more like it.

~~~

Cody tried his Jambalaya.

Cody: It was good, but with Mom having me watch episodes of this show in prep for today, I know the Judges want Better than good.

Cody ran for the pantry for some tobasco, and mixed into the Jambalaya.

Cody: there we go.

~~~

Gregory tested out the steak and shrimp.

Gregory: The steak needed some more seasoning, but the shrimp was perfect.

Gregory ran over to the pantry for some seasoning, placed it on the steak, and tried it out.

Gregory: Now that's the way it should be!

~~~

"One minute! Wrap it up!" Tommy said.

Yukio put his rice into bowls, and poured the stew on top of it, Five bowls, one per judge. "Pawsome," he said.

Cody also had his Jambalaya in Bowls, measured as evenly as possible. "That'll do."

Blitz got the stir-fry in neat order, with 5 seperate plates set up.

"I just hope the judges like my dish." He said.

Gregory got the steak and shrimp onto his plates. "There we go!"

And the time ran out. "TIMES UP! Step away with tables."

~~~

The four boys stood before the judges.

"Boys, you were to make appetizers with shrimp, rice, lime and marianted steak. Let's see what you got!" Aile said. "Yukio, you first."

"Okay then, I've made for you a Diced Shrimp and Chicken stew with Steamed Rice." Yukio said as the judges tried his food.

"four word" Kali said. "Work of a Pro." this made Yukio smiled. "The Rice is perfectly steamed, the Stew itself, great spices, and good call with the chicken broth."

"Thank you ma'am."

Jay took a bite of the dish. "This dish is really good. I've got to give you props on that."

Lycan took one bite and thought. "The rice and the shrimp go well together, and I'm definitely loving the lime hints... but there's way too much pepper."

Yukio felt a little nervous about that.

"I loved how you put the stew on the rice, the broth and sauces seaped into the rice and made in tasty as well." Sandra said, but then she sighed "But I got a little too much garlic."

Yukio was a little more nervous, calling that strike two.

Alex took a bite of the dish. "The steak is what makes it, but the shrimp is just a smidge overcooked."

Bam, Yukio had three strikes, though small ones.

The next to show off their dish was Blitz. "Okay, I've made you guys a steak and shrimp stir-fry. I hope you like it."

Kali tried first. "Wow, Tasty, Delicious, Wonderful... but a little too much sauce on the shrimp."

Blitz cringed, and turne to Lycan.

Lycan took a big bite, then another, and another. "Holy moley! This is amazng! The steak is a litle overcooked, but I love it!"

Blitz sighed with relief.

Alex was the next to take a bite. "Mmm... very good. But it's missing something..."

Blitz cringed again.

"Otherwise, it's really good." Alex said.

Next was Cody.

"I've got you a Mardi Gras Jambalaya."

Sandra took a bite. "Pretty good... but you finished it too soon, and by now, it's too cold."

Cody gulped nervously.

Lycan spooned a little into his mouth... and to Cody's horror, spit it back out, disgusted. "Oh, God! It's disgusting! It's too cold, and the flavors clash way too much! Why did I even put that in my mouth!?"

Cody was hurt deeply. You could see tears forming in his eyes. All his hard work, chewed up and spit out. He'd never been so insulted in his life. He wanted to react more, but he knew he was on TV, so that was not a good idea.

Jay took the next bite. "It does taste pretty good, but again, unfortunately, it's a bit too cold. If you had finished it a bit later, then it might have done better."

Cody just took a step back.

And finally, Gregory.

"I've made you guys a simple steak and shrimp combo platter." Gregory said.

Kali was first. "Lycan was right about your dish before. SImple can work. This is really good, I love the Veggies and the way you cooked them. Coulda used a little more pepper on the shrimp though. Then it would've perfect."

Greg smiled.

Sandra was next. "Yep, really good. but the steak is a little overcooked, might wanna take it easy a little next time, just a little."

Greg nodded in understanding.

Lycan sampled everything onthe platter. "...the veggies are nice and firm, the steak is well done, and the shrimp? Divine. But... those spices, I'm sorry, but the spices are too much."

Greg sighed, knowing too well that it meant trouble.

Next was Alex. "I'm finding the spices overpowering as well, my advice, take it easy on the spices next time."

"I have to agree with Alex on this one." Jay said.

"Okay Chefs, give the judges a moment to determine the points you'll get." Aile said.

~~~

In the waiting room, Cody let out a sob of sorrow the moment the door closes.

"I can't believe it," he wept. "All my hard work, wasted like that! I should never have even bothered to sign up."

"Nonsense," Yukio said, putting a paw on the roo's shoulder. "You know that they say, if you fall of the horse, just get back on.  Right?"

"H-how can I?" Cody waled. "Lycan spat my dish out in front of national television! I'm a laughingstock!"

"You're only a lauging stock if you give up." Greg said. "If you wanna redeem youself, blow him away with your Entree. This ain't an elimination contest."

Cody rounded on Greg with fury in his eyes "You don't get it, do you?" he snarled. "I just got dissed by a Master Chef! He spat my jambalaya out in front of the entire United States! In front of my family!"

"I'm thinking he's gonna hear about it." Yukio said, "Remember, he's a father of three, All three watching." This made Cody's ears perk up.

"Oh... oh man..." Cody looked down. "Oh god..."

"As long as you blow him away with the other two rounds, you'll do fine." Blitz assured to Cody.

"...I hope you're all right."

~~~

THe Chefs returned to the kitchen, as the judges decided points.

"Okay boys, this is thh Moment of Truth. Each round, each judge rewards up to ten points to each chef, after that first round, the points are as follows.

Yukio: 42

Blitz: 44

Cody: 26

Gregory: 46

~~~

Yukio: Third place? THIRD PLACE?! You gotta be kidding!

Cody: ...I guess it's no surprise that I totally flopped, huh... even Yukio scored sixteen points higher than me.

Blitz: Didn't expect to get two more points than Yukio. I thought for sure that I got lower than him.

Gregory: That was surprising to me. I didn't expect to get first place at all!

~~~

"Open your Entree Baskets." Aile said.

The chefs each opened up their entree baskets to see what the ingredients were.

"You are required to use."

Required Ingredients: Pork Ribs, green onions, bread, and hot sauce

~~~

Cody: Oh my stars, This is perfect. It's like god himself wants me to make a comeback. I'm one of the best in Arcadia with ribs!

Yukio: I'm liking the thought of the Ribs. This is gonna be Pawsome!

Blitz: Ribs... another specialty. This may be a walk in the park.

Gregory: Now I get the good stuff. Ribs are one of the best.

~~~

"You have fourty minutes, Ready..."

"GO!"

~~~

Cody: When I saw those ingredients, everything just came.

Cody went to the pantry, grabbing BBQ sausage, a couple more spices, barbecue Sauce. Going to the fridge, he grabbed cheese, ham, and butter.

Cody: It'll be just like when I was younger.

Cody's Dish: Hawaiian BBQ Ribs with Red Hot mini sandwiches.

The ribs were sprinkled with the spices, then went right into the oven, Cody knew just the time to set, and he got started on his spicey mix for the sandwich.

~~~

Yukio: Time to get moving and I needed just a few things I didn't already have.

Yukio grabbed mayo, ketchup, and cheese.

Yukio: Putting it all in the old recipe.

Yukio's Dish: RibBurger sandiches.

Yukio started cutting the meat of the bone and cooking it.

~~~

Blitz: If I wanted to get ahead in the competition, I needed to get the necessary ingredients I needed.

Blitz gets some barbecue sauce, spices, and Jack Daniels.

Blitz: It's time for me to get serious.

Blitz's Dish: Spicy Jack BBQ Rib Platter.

Blitz places the spices on the ribs, and starts cooking them on the stove for that sizzle effect.

~~~

Gregory: If there's one thing I've learned from making ribs, make sure you have the right spices for the rub.

Gregory heads to the pantry to get several different spices, as well as some lemon juice and celery.

Gregory: Simple worked last time, I wonder if it holds true again.

Gregory's Dish: St. Louis Style Ribs with Celery.

Gregory starts marinating the rub onto the ribs and gets them cooking.

~~~

"SO judge's Pork Ribs. You're getting your meat for the day." Aile joked.

"Indeed, Pork Ribs are basic, but with the right spice or sauce, it can be a delicacy" Kali said.

"I should know that, my restaurant having a good name with the ribs." Jay said. "Let's see what our chefs can do with their ribs."

Lycan was unusually quiet, Focusing directly on Cody.

Alex was taking a look at Lycan. "I think I know what Lycan's thinking."

"What is it?" Sandra asked.

"It might be that he wants to see the best in Cody. This may be his second wind."

"That joey's got some hopping to do to catch up." Lycan said.

"He may just might catch up, Lycan. You never know." Jay said.

"Wanna make a bet?" Lycan challenged.

"How much?" Jay inquired, interested about the bet that Lycan put down on the table.

"Twenty bucks, Anty up." Lycan smirked.

"Twenty-five says the roo does better this round." Jay said.

"You're on." Lycan smiled.

The two wolves shook on the bet.

~~~

As the ten minute warning came, Cody's timer on the ribs went off.

Cody: The ribs got done just as the sandwichs were finished, Perfect timing.

the Kangroo kid pulled the ribs out, they looked tender and juicy. Smiling, Cody began carefully applying the barbecue sauce to ribs.

Cody: I'm not screwing up this time, i'm gonna make sure these ribs are Perfect.

~~~

Yukio finished the cooking of the ribs, and began making the sandwiches themselves.

Yukio: as I make the sandwiches, I look over at Cody's table, and WOW! He's got these beautiful and Delish looking ribs, painting them with barbecue sauce. I knew he was goona be tough to beat now.

Yukio began carefully applying his mayo.

Yukio: But I ain't just going to give up.

~~~

Blitz got the ribs nice and tender, and started up the spicy sauce.

Blitz: When it comes to making the Spicy Jack sauce, the best way to do it is to start pouring in equal amounts. If it's not to your liking, just add more to give it that right kick.

Blitz tested the sauce, and it tasted perfect. Once he got it to his liking, he started laying the sauce onto the ribs.

Blitz: The thing I need to watch out for though is the time. If the ribs are not perfect, then it might lower my chances.

He then brought it to the oven for the last part of cooking.

~~~

Gregory finishes the rub, and the cooking, and starts working on the celery and bread.

Gregory: Looking at my competition, it seems that they figured out what they were doing. But, I'll give it my all to impress the judges yet again.

Once the bread and celery were ready, he started to get everything together.

~~~

"Last minute, wrap it up boy!"

Cody got 3 ribs on each plate with a couple sandwiches. "Dad, if you're watching me, give me your famous good luck."

Yukio got the sandwiches nice an neat on the plates. "Just like the cub days."

Blitz got the ribs and brushed some bread crumbs on top. "Wait until they get a load of this."

Gregory placed the racks on each plate with stalks of celery and bread. "Here goes nothing. It's make, or break."

~~~

Time was up, and once again, the boys faced the judges.

"Just a reminder. The chefs had to use pork ribs, green onions, bread, and hot sauce." Tommy said.

"Cody?"

"I have made Hawaiian BBQ Ribs with Red Hot mini sandwiches." Cody said.

Jay took a bite of the dish. "Wow... Cody, I think you've redeemed yourself. The ribs taste perfect, and the sandwiches have a nice kick to it."

Cody smiled.

Kali next. "Nice and Tender, the sauce is great, the sandwichs really are a good kick."

Cody felt happy.

Alex was next. "Very juicy, nice and tender, and the sandwiches add a nice touch to it."

That was three Judges with not one negative comment so far. Cody was feeling good.

Sandra was next. "Just one word, Pawsome!"

Cody felt really good, but there was only one judge left. Lycan.

Lycan took a bite of the ribs, and a bite of the sandwiches. And another, and another.

"Everyone watching at home, take notes, because THIS is how you make a great comeback!"

Cody was amazed, the other boys applauding for him.

"THis is the best set of BBQ ribs I have ever had..." Lycan handed Jay $25.

"What did I tell you, Lycan?" Jay said.

"Next, how bout Gregory." Aile said.

"Mine is a simple St. Louis Style rib plate with some celery and bread." Gregory said.

Jay was the first to take a bite. "This is pretty good. The celery gives it a nice touch, but the meat seems a little tough."

Gregory nodded, understanding.

Kali was next. "Indeed, good, but a little over cooked. next time take easy on the cooking, alright?"

Again, Gregory nodded.

Alex next. "The same thing can be said for me too. Very good, but a little over cooked."

Gregory was getting a bit worried. Three judges, the same response.

Sandra was next. "Good, a little overcooked, but good."

Gregory nodded, figuring that Lycan would say the same thing.

Lycan took his bite, and took another one for good measures. "yeaah what they said."

"Thank you Gregory." Tommy said. "Now we head over to Yukio."

"Yes, I have prepared a Flynn Family classic. RibBurger sandiches"

"It's really good, I must say. Amazing flavors, but maybe it could be best if you sprinkled some sesame seeds on the bread, Like a sesame seed bun." Kali said.

"Whether it does have seseme seeds or not, I say it's great either way." Jay said.

"Could use a little pepper though." Sandra said.

"Maybe some salt for more flavor?" Alex said.

"Yeah, it's good, but can be better. Like most things in life." Lycan said.

Yukio nodded in understanding.

"and finally, Blitz."

"A spicy kick to a southern favorite. This is my Spicy Jack BBQ Ribs." Blitz said.

Lycan went first. And to Blitz's horror, the wolf spat it out. "Whoa, that is way too spicy."

Blitz cringed.

Jay was the next to try it out. "Blitz, I love your work, I really do. The only thing that would have made it better is to use a little less hot sauce. Otherwise, I think it was alright."

Alex was next. "I have to agree with Jay on this. Less hot sauce would have made it better."

Blitz nodded.

~~~

Blitz: At least two judges gave me decent comments. Lycan, however, disgraced my work...

~~~

Kali was next. "Indeed it was bit too spicy, but I'm also not getting that Boom that I got from your appetizer. Maybe switching that extra hot sauce for maybe some Teriyaki or something to give it a little more depth."

Blitz nodded in understanding.

~~~

Blitz: She even gave me advice... Wow... I'll take that in to consideration the next time I make the dish.

~~~

Sandra was last. "Yeah, Kali spoke for both of us."

"Alright, while the judges are determining points, we'll let the cooks go into the waiting room." Tommy said.

~~~

in the waiting room.

"...they loved my ribs... not one bad comment." Cody said, shedding tears of joy.

"What did we tell you, Cody. You blew them away." Blitz said.

"you were pawsome Cody." the other boys groug hugged the Kangaroo.

"I'm sure you'll get the full points for that round." Gregory said.

~~~

The chefs returned to the kitchen, so that they can hear the points.

"Chefs, the judges have decide points." Aile said.

Cody: 102

Yukio: 99

Gregory: 95

Blitz: 81

~~~

Blitz: If I put less hot sauce on there, I could've gotten higher. But I'm very happy for Cody getting the full points in the round.

Yukio: Whoa... Cody's got more than Fifty?

Gregory: It's a miracle for Cody to jump from last to first in just one round. Just wish I could've done a bit better.

Cody: I'm in first... it's a miracle...

~~~

"Cody." Aile said, getting the Kangaroo's attention. "You got the Perfect Score Bonus, your appetizer round score has been double, and you also get the 50 points from the entree round. You should be very proud."

The judges and the other chefs applauded Cody.

Cody smiled.

"It's down to the last round. Chefs. Open your Baskets Please."

The chefs opened up the baskets.

"and you must use-"

Required Ingredients: Diced up Oreo Cookies, Vanilla Flavoring, Cheesacake Slices, and Pomegranates.

~~~

Yukio: They're just asking for something Pawsome.

Blitz: Usually in the dessert round, they want us to give it our all. And that's just what I'll do.

Cody: I could actually win this after all with these ingredients.

Gregory: Really? The ingredients to make the perfect dessert? Let's do this!

~~~

"30 minutes, begins.... right... aboooooooout-"

"NOW!"

~~~

Cody: This is it. I'm almost there.

From the Pantry and Fridge, Cody grabs Milk, Sugar, Fruit, and Raspberry sauce.

Cody: i can finally make my own special dessert, right here.

Cody's Dish: Oreo Cheesecake Pudding, with a Fresh fruit Milkshake.

THe Kangaroo starts Mixing his pudding, with his fruit, with the Pomegranates, being blendered in the blender.

~~~

Blitz: Time to go all out on this.

Blitz grabs milk, sugar, eggs, and some lemons.

Blitz: If you want cheesecake done right, do it yourself.

Blitz's Dish: Oreo Cheesecake Blondies with Pommegranates and Lemon Shavings.

Blitz starts mixing up the Oreos, cheesecake pieces, milk, sugar, and eggs together in a mixing bowl.

~~~

Yukio: Gotta be creative here, these are Easy pieces to make simple desserts, which means you need to be unique here

The Young Husky grabbed Suger, Milk, Eggs, and Fruit.

Yukio: This one's for you Grandma.

Yukio's Dish: Oreo Cheesecake Creampuffs with Pomegranate Juice.

Yukio started on the Dough, with the auto mixer handling the filling.

~~~

Gregory: Creativity is key when making dessert. That's why I've got the perfect thing.

Gregory gets sugar, milk, fruit, and some yogurt.

Gregory: Won't my parents be proud to know that I'm using their recipe.

Gregory's Dish: Oreo Cheesecake Fruit Parfait.

Gregory starts mixing the milk, sugar, Oreos, cheesecake pieces, and yogurt together to get the base set.

~~~

"So Judges, Oreos and Cheesecake. Any good kids favorite snack or dessert." Aile said

"Great on their own, but better together." Jay said.

"Indeed, it'll be interesting what the chefs come up with."

"It all depends on their creativity." Jay said.

"I'm looking forward to Cody's dish." Lycan said.

"The one I'm most interested to see is Yukio's." Alex said.

"My eyes are on Blitz. What kind of creativity does the young wolf have up his sleeve?" Jay said.

~~~

As the 15 minute mark rolled around, Cody's pudding was already in the fridge. The Kangaroo was preparing the Fruit Shakes.

Cody: I owe mom big time for teaching me how to make fruit shakes.

Cody was smiling as he was going at a great pace.

Cody: i'm not going home in last place.

~~~

Blitz's mix is already in the oven, getting almost done. He started to get the fruit ready for the shaving.

Blitz: This could be my last shot. I have to impress the judges, but most of all, I have to impress my boss.

Blitz heard the timer beep, signalling that the blondies were done, and proceeded to start shaving the lemons and pommegranates on top.

Blitz: If this is not absolutely perfect, my tail's on the chopping block.

~~~

Yukio's puffs were cooked perfectly, and he was already filling.

Yukio: I finished the cream puffs and got them in the fridge. the Juice was nice.

With the blended Pomegranates, Yukio was hard at work making the juice.

Yukio: I can't just trip at the finish line.

~~~

Gregory was getting the fruit ready to place in each parfait glass.

Gregory: The yogurt base with the Oreos and Cheesecake was great, but the fruit is what makes it. My parents will be so proud of me for using their recipe.

After cutting up the different fruit, he placed them inside a seperate bowl to mix with sugar.

Gregory: It's do or die right here. I refuse to lose this far in the competition.

~~~

"one Minute!"

Cody poured five bowls of Pudding and five cold creamy cups of Fruitshakes. "Mom and Grandma, thanks," He said quickly.

Blitz got five plates and placed three blondies on each plate. "Gramps, give me luck." He said, closing his eyes and feeling relaxed.

Yukio put 5 creampuffs and a cup of juice on each of his plates. "Almost there, guys."

Gregory gets 5 parfaits set up for the judges. "This is it mom and dad. This is for you."

~~~

Soon it was time for Judging.

"Chefs, your desserts need to include Diced up Oreo Cookies, Vanilla Flavoring, Cheesacake Slices, and Pomegranates. We'll start with Blitz.

Lycan looked at the dish, "Are these Brownies?" he asked jokingly.

"Actually, no sir. While brownies are made from cocoa, these are blondies; made from brown sugar. I have prepared for you these Oreo Cheesecake Blondies, topped with shaved lemons and pommegranates."

"THis is creative." Kali said. "and it is really tasted... a little lacking in the sweetness department. How bout a little extra sugar next time?"

Blitz nodded.

Jay was next. "Blitz, I'm very impressed. These are really good."

"Thank you very much." Blitz said.

Alex was the next to try. "A unique idea in what you've got, but just as Kali said, a little more sugar would have helped."

"I like this dish, it's tasty, but as already said, it needs a little sugar."

Blitz nodded, then turns over to Lycan.

Lycan takes a bite of one of the blondies, and licks his lips. "This is a very unique twist. I have to give you props. But, as said before, it needs more sugar."

~~~

Blitz: Looks like Lycan gave me a second chance after all.

~~~

"Next up, will be Yukio." Tommy said.

"I made for you, Oreo Cheesecake creampuffs, with a glass of Pomegranate Juice."

Jay was the first to try them out. "Whoa... I feel like I've died and gone to heaven... These are amazing! And the pomegranate juice helps it out a whole lot too."

"Thank you." Yukio smiled.

"I agree." Kali said. "However, I'm missing a little depth of flavor. Like maybe some raspberry sauce or some Cinnamon."

"The same can be said for me." Alex said. "Maybe some raspberry sauce or Cinnamon would've helped."

"I'm with Alex and Kali on this one," Lycan said.

"But it is still good." Sandra said, the others agreeing.

"Alright, let's bring Gregory up next." Aile said.

"Okay, I've prepared a special Oreo Cheesecake Fruit Parfait for you guys."

Alex was the first to try it out. "Very unique, very tasty, but it seems like it's missing something."

"Yeah, it's missing that WOW factor." Lycan said.

"But it is still good." Kali said in Gregory's defense.

"Agreed. We have to give him credit, where credit is due." Jay said.

"Indeed."

Cody's turn.

"I have made for you all, An Oreo Cheesecake Pudding with a fresh fruit milkshake." the Kangaroo was worried a little.

Jay was the first to try it out. "Simple, yet creative. It has that factor that we all need in a good dessert. Good job."

Cody smiled.

"It's amazing, the flavors just seem to work well together." Kali said. "Cody, your dish is divine to say the least."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"I agree with both Jay and Kali." Alex said. "It works so well together."

Cody was feeling very happy.

"This is an amazing dish." Sandra said.

"Thank you."

Lycan took several bites. "My judgement on the first round was too harsh. This dish surpasses my expectations. I'm sorry for my judgement on the first round."

Cody was touched by Lycan's words. "Thank you."

"Now then, Chefs, before the calculate points. Now's your time to the judges why you're competing, and what you'd do with the 20 grand if you won. Gregory, you first."

"If I won the 20 grand, I'd use the money to help out the orphanage where I work. Putting it in better care, and helping the orphans find better homes."

"How touching." Kali said. "and You BLitz?"

"If I won the 20 grand, I'd use some to help my education, and the rest for the preperation of my own restaurant in the future."

"Very nice. Yukio, what about you?" Alex asked.

"I'd use it to improve my family's Restaurant. That's where I started, I want to give back to it."

"That sounds pawsome. And you Cody?" Jay asked.

"I'd put it all towards my mother's Restaurant, I want to make it the best, after everything my mom has done for me."

"That's Sweet." Sandra said.

"Now that our chefs have told the judges why they're competing, we'll bring the chefs into the waiting room, and give the judges time to determine points." Tommy said.

~~~

"Well, whatever happens, I wish each of you the best of luck." Blitz said.

"I think we all did well; we gave each other support, and all that's left is for the judges to determine who gets the most points." Gregory said.

"It's Cody." Yukio smiled. "He worked hard to make up after the first round, and the judges LOVED his entree and Dessert."

"I totally agree." Blitz said. "If anyone deserves the 20 grand more, it's gotta be Cody."

"You think so?" Cody asked.

Blitz smiled. "Cody, I know so."

"Thanks guys!"

~~~

The boys came back into the kitchen.

"Alright. The judges have decided the points for this round."

"and now, one by one, the two lowest points, those chefs will be asked to leave. then we will reveal the big winner."

"Each chef will receive prize money, depending on what place you get."

"With a score of 134... Gregory..."

~~~

Gregory: 134 is not a bad score at all. I think that's a pretty good score for what it is.

~~~

"We have to ask you to leave, as fourth place you will get 1,000 dollar. Thank you for competing."

Gregory makes his way out of the kitchen.

~~~

Gregory: This competition isn't easy, but for how much I did, I did pretty well. The folks at the orphanage will be proud of what I did here on Fur and Fire.

~~~

"next... with a score of 141... Blitz."

~~~

Blitz: 141. For how much I've worked, it's well deserving.

~~~

"We're going to have to ask you to leave. You will be give 5,000 dollars"

Blitz makes his way out of the kitchen.

~~~

Blitz: Although I didn't win, this was the most fun I've had. Everyone back home will be so happy for me. Watch out world, you haven't seen the last of me.

~~~

"Now, only to remain. Whoever we say next, it be asked to leave, so only the winner will remain."

~~~

Yukio: This is the moment of truth... the tension is rising. Will I come out as the winner, or will Cody get the come from behind victory? Time will tell.

~~~

Cody: i made it from last place to this point, please let me go all the way.

~~~

"With a score of 145... Yukio."

~~~

Yukio: Once I heard my name, I knew that Cody had won the competition.

~~~

"We're going to have to ask you to leave, you take home 10 grand."

Yukio headed out of the kitchen.

~~~

Yukio: I made it this far, I gave it my all, and I'm sure my family is very proud of me for doing so well here on Fur and Fire.

~~~

"And that means, You, Cody, are the Top Chef. The Winner of todays episode of Fur and Fire." Aile said.

"This also means that you are going home with the top prize of $20,000." Tommy said.

Cody was estatic. "Thank you Thank you!

~~~

Cody: I did it! It was a rough start with the first round! But I worked hard, and I did it!  Thank you, Fur and Flame!

~~~

"Thank you guys so much for tuning in for this exciting episode of Fur and Fire." Tommy said.

"Next week we got a Brother Rivalry going with the McCloud Boys!" Aile said. "Until next time, I'm Aile Grove."

"And I'm Tommy Jarrison."

"See you next time!" They said as the show ended.
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[Chapter 19]

“What happened back there was murder, plain and simple! How the hell do you justify killing someone in cold blood like that!?” After a sorrowful and silent ride back, Hal now found himself in a heated argument with his brother in the cozy top-floor office of the cathedral. Despite the comfortable setting, it felt like the argument could boil over at any moment. Vanir, Dubs and Miri all played spectator to the unfolding fight.

Marcus sighed, uncorking a bottle of fermentae and taking a sip before responding to Hal. “Hal, you're angry. I get it. I really do. But what was I supposed to do? Capture him? Risk more people discovering us? Start a whole big collection of captives to keep you and Miri company? I can't afford that, Hal. One slip up when we're this close, and everything falls apart.”

“God damn it, Marcus! He was my friend!” Hal couldn't restrain his outrage. “You could at least pretend to show remorse for all you've done!”

Marcus threw his hands up in exasperation. “Words can't change anything Hal! What's done is done. If an apology will make you feel better, fine, I'm sorry. I'm sorry it had to come to that. I really am. But I don't have the luxury of mercy under these circumstances!” Marcus set his drink down and leaned forward, planting both hands on the top of his desk. “Do you have any idea how hard I've had to work to keep the meteor's power hidden from the government!? To establish my power base? To finally reach a point where we're ready to strike? Years of deliberate and methodical effort: collecting data, buying influence over important officers and politicians, building a network of agents in key positions.” He shook his head. “I can't risk any rogue elements disrupting this delicate web, now more than ever!”

Hal stomped his cane on the floor “That doesn't make it right, Marcus!”

“Maybe not, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong either. Things just aren't that simple, and you know it.”

Miri spoke up from Hal's side, joining in. “How many more people need to die before it is wrong, then? How many more people need to die before you're done killing in the name of this cause?”

“If we're smart about it, hopefully not too many.” Marcus stepped around the desk, walking closer to the two of them. “If we want to save lives, in the end, then we need to strike hard and end the revolution on the very same day it begins. Quick and clean.” Marcus punched one fist into his other open palm. “Just think about it Hal. The tower isn't just a symbol of our oppressors, it's the nerve center of all of their operations! If we destroy it all in one momentous strike, they won't be able to resist us, and the people will finally learn to trust in the power of their own hearts rather than the power of the troopers and the Viscount!”

“Hmph.” Hal grunted and shook his head, but that didn't seem to do anything but embolden Marcus and his little lecture.

“Just look at you. Look at us, Hal.” Marcus placed a hand over his heart. “We are MIGHTY. We have within us a beautiful and tremendous power. It wasn't given to us by the goddess so we could just sit back and merely exist as slaves. It was given so we could free ourselves. So we can remove our shackles and finally learn how to live again!” Marcus laughed a little. “Why do you think they make it illegal for anyone to use their power? It's because they KNOW that they cannot keep us contained once we've tasted the strength of our own souls!”

Passion dripped from each one of Marcus' words, feeding the fire that crackled happily in the fireplace. Dubs seemed to be nodding agreeably to the little speech. Vanir stood quietly in the corner, her attention hyper focused on Hal and Miri.  

“Marcus...” Hal shook his head, feeling his eyes water a little at the edges. “Do you really think you're a savior? Heroes don't murder innocent old men because they're inconvenient.” Hal settled his weight on his cane, letting it react as much exhaustion as he could bear. “Dr. Kincaid taught me how to study the stars. He introduced me to Miri. He gave me patience, helped me start my life over again... and now he's dead. Dead all because of you and your bloody aspirations of revolution.” Hal took a deep breath, the next words emerging with the weight of finality. “I don't think I can ever forgive you.”

“I don't need your forgiveness, Hal.” Marcus hefted the freshly-retrieved meteor fragment, staring at its  center. “If you truly valued his life, then we should work together to make his sacrifice worth the cost.”

“No.” Hal shook his head. “I'm done with this. All of it.” Marcus appeared to be disappointed by Hal's stubborn refusal, but Hal didn't let that dissuade him. “We had a deal. You've got another meteor. Now let us leave. We don't belong in this nightmare anymore.”

Marcus sighed, staring into the fireplace while he idly turned the meteor over in his hands. “Alright.” He hefted the black stone and tossed it between his hands. “Give me 24 hours, and then you're free to go. You won't ever have to talk to me again, if you so choose. We'll all be free to live the lives we want by this time tomorrow.”

“24 hours!?” Miri wasn't happy. “We deserve to go free right now!”

Marcus' lips twisted downward into a bitter scowl. “We all deserve it. But you can't leave until we've struck the first blow. No rogue elements.”

“Come on, Marcus!”

“Don't even start, Hal! Don't you even start that 'come on Marcus' bullshit with me.” Yellow eyes narrowed, cutting through the protest. “I just need enough time to organize my forces, distribute the meteor shards, and launch the operation. You can afford to wait just one day longer.”

Marcus tossed the meteor to Dubs, who caught it in his massive paws with a cry of surprise. “Make sure it stays safe. We begin the ceremony of distribution as soon as possible. Everyone earns their shard tonight.”

“Sure thing Arch.” Dubs eagerly marched his way out of the room, cradling the meteor like a fragile child as he disappeared down the hall.

Marcus nodded to Vanir, who drew her pistol and held it pointed in Hal and Miri's direction. “I'm sorry to have to do this to you, brother, but it will all pay off with just a little more patience. You need to trust me on this.” Marcus placed his hand on Hal's shoulder, leaning in close. “You look like you could use some rest. Just relax. Spend some quality time with your girlfriend. Get some sleep. When you're ready to open your eyes again, you'll be able to look out onto a better world. I know we've been walking different paths, but we both want the same things. We always have.”

Hal wasn't happy. Marcus' words did nothing to assuage him. In fact, a bubbling pool of frustration and anger continued to simmer beneath his surface, one notch warmer than before. He was done letting people dictate terms to him. He wanted to return fire, offer a witty one liner about Marcus' definition of quality time if Vanir always has to use a gun, but said nothing. Vanir had a pistol trained on him, and she looked to be in no joking mood.

“Get moving, you two. It's time to call it a night.” Vanir's commanding contralto urged them forward with the wave of the barrel.

“This will never end the way you want...” Miri muttered under her breath as she started walking, grabbing Hal's free arm and helping lead him onward.

The three of them walked out of the office and down the hall in silence, leaving Marcus alone to plot the coming hours. Hal and Miri shuffled along in front of Vanir's steady aim, saying nothing to each other, nor to Vanir. They descended the spiral staircase and proceeded down another dimly lit hall. The stained glass windows watched them march on with twisted and shadowy shapes. No light shone through from outside to give life to the momentous events they depicted.

Hal and Miri shared a glance as they started to approach their room. Her brilliantly beautiful eyes shone with a determined fire he never saw before. She gave him a subtle nod. They both knew what they had to do.

“Hold up.”

Vanir's footsteps stopped and they all paused just in front of the bedroom door that served as their cell. Hal turned, and found that she was aiming her springer straight at his head. “I think this is far enough.”

“Far enough for what?” Miri asked, her voice mockingly indignant.

Vanir shook her head. “I'm not an idiot. And neither are you.” Her expression was dead serious and pinpoint focused on her target. “You're going to betray Marcus.”

“I just want to get some sleep. I'm not in any shape to fight.” Hal lied. Vanir was buying none of it.

“Please.” Vanir sighted the pistol in on Hal, shifted it to Miri, and focused it again on Hal. “You expect me to believe that you're going to play nice? After everything that's happened? Watching your mentor murdered like that?” She took a deep breath and brought the hammer to full-cock. “You're Marcus' twin brother, which means you're far too brave, far too stubborn, and wholly incapable of letting an injustice  turn into water under the bridge. I'm afraid that your story ends here.”

Hal held his hands up slightly in a gesture of half-surrender. “So... what? You're just going to shoot me? Here, in this hallway? Kill the last family member he has left?” Hal narrowed his eyes. “Marcus and I may not agree, but I promise you.... he will never forgive you for this.”

“Maybe not.” Vanir agreed with a sober nod. “But at least he'll still be alive. At least we will still have a chance to build something new. I can't let you take the future from us.”

Her aim settled over Hal's face. “I'm sorry.”

“NO!!!” Miri leapt into action, diving at Vanir in a desperate attempt to stop her. This took Vanir by surprise, clearly thinking that Hal was the one who would move first. Her aim shifted in that twitching half-second as she pulled the trigger, and the bullet whizzed by the edge of Hal's skull, missing by mere hairs.

Miri tried to get her hands on the gun, but Vanir turned her body and batted Miri to the side with a sharp, skillful strike. Hal didn't hesitate and dropped his cane and letting his power come alight. He reached into his jacket and drew his own pistol, training it on Vanir just as she was training her's upon him. Time seemed to move so slow in that moment, once again. History could only be destined to repeat itself.

Hal fired first, his aim missing her chest, but instead clipping her revolver with a metallic *pang*. It was knocked free from her grasp and spun across the floor, ending out of reach down the hall. They both seemed to take a sharp inhale of breath as time sped back up, snapping them into an accelerated reality. Hal cocked the hammer for his second shot. Vanir dove to the side. Guided by adrenaline, the bullet missed its mark, ricocheting off the wall.

“Shit!” Hal thumbed the breech release, and the barrel of his pistol angled down sharply as the back end hinged up to allow reloading of two new rounds. The spent casings and uncoiled springs shot out the back of the gun, nearly hitting Hal in the eye before falling onto the floor with a hollow metal echo. He reached into his pocket, desperately groping for fresh ammunition with trembling fingers. Every one of them was drunk on the intoxicating promise of survival.

Vanir rose to one knee and held her palms together. A shimmering blue halo erupted to light over her head. As she separated her palms, a crackling, humming, throbbing sphere of black-purple energy grew into the space, filling it with tremendous and terrible singularity of doubtless destruction.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit...” That looked bad. Hal muttered his way through the panic, struggling to load new bullets into the breech. His unsteady hand failed him, and a small handful of bullets fell from his grasp and clattered to the floor below.

“Look out!” Miri propped herself up and kicked at Vanir just as the orb of energy was launched forward. Hal dove to the ground, hitting the deck as fast as he ever had before. Gravity was barely strong enough to drag him down and out of the way of the projectile.

The orb sailed down the hall, crashing into a corner where the wall met the ceiling. It expanded in an instant, swelling into a massive black hole ten times the original size. It ripped at the universe itself, tearing fragments of matter in a final and irresistible implosion.

Wind rushed though the hall, sucked past them into the event horizon. Hal dug his talons into the floor, resisting the pull with every ounce of strength and will. The only sound he could hear was the high-frequency scream of molecules ripped asunder. All light seemed to bend, be absorbed, and rush past his shoulder into the roiling angry sphere.

Seconds later, after an eternity had passed, the sphere collapsed in on itself, leaving behind nothing but the perfectly round imprint of nothingness where clean walls, floor, and ceiling once stood.  The air dropped in temperature a couple of degrees.

Miri wrestled with Vanir, disrupting her from summoning forth a new singularity, and buying Hal a precious few seconds to come to his feet. As much as it helped Hal, it was a losing proposition for Miri, and quickly Vanir emerged for the better, knocking the wind out of Miri with a sharp knee and knocking her down to hit her head on the side of the wall.

Vanir was fast in neutralizing Miri, but not quite fast enough to be ready for Hal. His tail lurched forward and nipped at her with its fangs, creating the one opening that he needed to unleash a devastating combination of raw fury. The first strike caught her in the gut, liberating the air from her lungs and jack-knifing her buckling body. The second strike snapped her head back in a dazing blow to the temple. His hands grabbed at her arm, twisted, rotated, and exposed her to the final third attack. Hal's palm slammed into her already extended joint, snapping it in the wrong direction with wet, sickening scream.

She rolled there on the floor, writhing and howling in pain, effectively incapacitated. Miri was slow to gather herself up. Hal smiled and stood triumphantly, exhaling a deep cloud of vapor from his nostrils. His fingers, steadied now, easily loaded his pistol with two fresh rounds. He snapped the breech back closed with a sharp flick of the wrist and the sweet metallic sound of imminent victory.

“How does it feel now, huh!?” Colors shimmered in Hal's eyes as he stood over his oppressor. “It hurts,  doesn't it? It hurts having your life changed in an instant, dragging you down from the place you thought you stood!”

He grabbed Vanir by the throat and lifted her up high until her feet were barely dangling over the floor. “I never wanted to be here!” He slammed her into the wall, ringing her skull against the stone as his fingers tightened their grip. “I never wanted to die!” His free hand pressed the barrel of his pistol against her chest, aimed straight into her heart. “I only wanted to find peace! I only wanted to be happy!!!!”

“Hal...” Miri's voice weakly objected somewhere behind him, but he could hardly hear her. The pressure of the moment was deafening. Overwhelming. Inevitable.

Tears rolled down Vanir's face as she struggled to breathe. Her lips twisted and fought, struggling to form words to speak. Hal's tail leaned in close, bearing fangs that dripped venom in front of her face. “Do you know what it feels like to lose everything you love!?” He hovered his face inches from hers and pulled the hammer back with a satisfying *click*.  “Do you know what it's like to be given no mercy!!?”

“N-n-no.” Vanir gasped, her voice only emerging as a weak whisper. She was in tremendous pain, gasping for air, and struggling to move her body. More than all of that, though, she was afraid. Completely and absolutely afraid. Her eyes said it all. “P-please...”

Hal locked his eyes onto hers, drinking in her fear. “Let me teach you.”

The gunshot wasn't loud. It heralded the end of her life with a faint, meaty slap of metal slipping through flesh. A small fan of blood emerged from the gap between the barrel and her heart, and the sanguine droplets fell like rain into the suddenly still and silent air.

Hal released his grip and took a step back, letting her body slide down onto the floor. A trail of blood followed her down along the wall, ending where her back lay doubled over at an awkward and uncomfortable angle.

“Spirits, Hal!” Miri's voice was audible now: surprised, disbelieving, and sad. “....you killed her.”

The warm and comforting glow of revenge faded quickly, cooling and condensing into the bitter pit of panic. Hal's lungs sucked in air with an ever growing greed, and soon he was hyperventilating, unable to escape the reality of an act that could never be undone. Vanir was dead.

“Oh gods.” Hal half-sobbed, unable to reign in the racing of his heart or slow the terrible forward progression of time. Alarmed shouts of others echoed through the halls, pursued by the sounds of hurried footsteps. There was no way to go back. The only course that remained, once again, was to go forward.

“We need to go, Miri.” Hal's panicked voice could not have echoed any truer in that hallway. “We need to go, now.”

[End Chapter 19]
I've had this chapter half finished since before Christmas, but haven't gotten around to it until now. Part of the reason is that real life was very busy, but I think part of it is I needed to work up the will to go through with it. This is officially the "shit just got real" segment of the story, for better or worse. The lead up and climax of this story should be quite the ride, especially for me. You don't know how many times I've lived through the last handful of chapters in my head. 

I hope you all enjoy the chapter, and I highly encourage any thoughts you may have or want to share. Thanks for reading and joining me on the rollercoaster.

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-∞. This rule can/will not exist.
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ƒƒƒƒ. Uncyclopedia is never wrong, NO EXCEPTIONS, fuck it.
ƒƒƒ. None of these rules really matter, except for the ones that do.
ƒƒƒ.2. The ones that matter are 1, 2, 34, 63, 93, 406, and 899. But not 899.
ƒƒƒ.3. Actually, 899 is a good rule.
ƒƒƒ.4. No it isn't.
ƒƒƒ.5. Oh fuck
ƒƒ. forkheads and 4chan may be the last remaining places of freedom on the net. insert exceptions here
ƒ. AFH is still g0d of the internet
i². Welcome Back.
2i. The end is coming. We shall rule all.
i. You can't the square root of a negative integer.
-3. If you are srs, everyone is srs. No exceptions.
-2 1/2. Never cuss any Canadians.
-2. You won the game.
-1. /b/ is not your friend. No exceptions.
0. Negative Numbers are a Lie. No exceptions.
0.000000001. Percentage of clever comments in YouTube.
1/2. Everyone is masturbating with their other hand. No exceptions.
0.96. P30P13 WH0 U53 1337 5P34K 4R3 N07 1337.
1. Do not talk about /b/.
2. Remember 2nd place.
e. Roflcopter makes you look like a n00b.
3. We are Anonymous.
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399573105.... Expect us.
4. Anonymous is legion.
5. Anonymous does not forgive, Anonymous does not forget.
6. Anonymous can be a horrible, senseless, uncaring monster.
7. Anonymous is still able to deliver.
8. There are no real rules about posting.
9. Always register with your local service provider.
⑨. There is a Touhou version, no exceptions.
10. If you enjoy any rival sites — DON'T.
11. All your carefully picked arguments can easily be ignored.
12. Anything you say can and will be used against you.
13. Anything you say can be turned into something else. - fixed
14. Do not argue with trolls — it means that they win.
15. The harder you try, the harder you will fail.
16. If you fail in epic proportions, it may just become a winning failure.
17. Every win fails eventually.
18. Everything that can be labeled, can be hated.
19. The more you hate it, the stronger it gets.
20. Nothing is to be taken seriously.
21. Original content is original only for a few seconds before getting old.
22. Copy 'n paste is made to ruin every last bit of originality.
23. Copy 'n paste is made to ruin every last bit of originality.
24. Every repost is always a repost of a repost.
25. Relation to the original topic decreases with every single post.
26. Any topic can be turned into something totally unrelated.
27. Always question a person's sexual preferences without any real reason.
28. Always question a person's gender - just in case it's really a man.
29. On the internet, all girls are men, and all kids are undercover FBI agents or Perverted Justice Decoys.
30. There are NO girls on the internet.
31. TITS or GTFO - the choice is yours.
32. You must have pictures to prove your statements.
33. Lurk moar — it's never enough.
34. There is porn of it, no exceptions.
34.2. There are ponies of it, no exceptions.
34.3. If it exists, there's an app for it.
35. If no porn is found of it, it will be made.
35.2. If no pony is found of it, it will be made.
35.3. If there is no app for it, it will be made.
36. There will always be more fucked up shit than what you just saw.
37. You can not divide by zero (just because the calculator says so).
37.2. Xero Chance can divide by Zero.
38. No real limits of any kind apply here — not even the sky.
39. CAPSLOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL.
40. EVEN WITH CRUISE CONTROL YOU STILL HAVE TO STEER.
41. Needs moar Desu. No exceptions.
41.2. Scroll down.
41.3. ALL THE WAY.
42. Nothing is Sacred.
43. The more beautiful and pure a thing is, the more satisfying it is to corrupt it.
44. Trying to edit the rules of the Internet with Japanese characters is like trying to make "2 girls, 1 cup" acceptable in society. It only works at A-con.
45. When one sees a lion, one must get into the car.
46. There is furry porn of it. No exceptions.
47. The pool is always closed due to AIDS (and stingrays, which also have AIDS).
47.2. YOU DUN GOOF'D!
47.3. THE CONSEQUENCES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!
48. A cat is fine too.
49. One cat leads to another.
50. Another cat leads to Zippo Cat.
51. No matter what it is, it is somebody's fetish. No exceptions.
52. It is delicious cake. You must eat it.
53. It is delicious trap. You must hit it.
54. /b/ sucks today.
54.2. And today.
55. If you have time to make up new rules, you have no life.
55.2. Except for me.
56. They will not bring back Snacks.
57. You will never have sex.
58. Desu isn't funny. Seriously guys. It's worse than Chuck Norris jokes.
58.2. Scroll down dammit.
58.3. ALL THE WAY YOU FUCKER.
59. No one does it like Gaston. No exceptions.
60. It needs more pumpkin. No exceptions.
61. It needs moar cowbell. No exceptions.
62. It has been cracked and pirated. No exceptions.
63. For every male character there is a female version. No Exceptions.
63.2. For every female character there is a male version. No Exceptions.
63.3. For every asexual character there is a version for each sex. No Exceptions.
64. Don't copy that floppy.
65. Anonymous is not your personal army.
66. The cake is a lie.
66.2. The lie is a cake.
66.3. The cock is a lie.
66.4. The lie is a cock.
66.5. The cake is a liar.
66.6. THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST!
66.7. Iron Maiden is awesome. No exceptions.
67. Anonymous does not "buy", he downloads.
68. Milhouse will never be a meme. Ever. No matter what your post ends with. No exceptions. Ever. No.
69. LOL SIXTY NINE AMIRITE?
70. Do not talk about the 100M GET failure.
71. The internet is SERIOUS FUCKING BUSINESS.
72. Darth Vader is your father. No exceptions.
73. If there isn't enough just ask for Moar.
74. If you post it, they will cum.
75. Rule 75 is a lie. OH SHI-
76. Twinkies are the answers to life's problems.
77. The internet makes you stupid.
78. It will always need moar sauce.
79. Ceilingcat IS watching you masturbate.
80. Interwebz177 did it. No exceptions.
81. Anonymous is a virgin by default.
82. Nobody tells the truth on the Internet
83. Only clusterfucks start Edit Wars.
83.2. Only fusterclucks edit Star Wars.
84. All rules ARE true, including this one.
85. Retarded rules are forbidden.
86. The term "sage" does not refer to the spice.
87. If you get pepperoni ever again, I swear I'll blow this joint sky-high!
88. Anonymous rules the internet. No exceptions.
89. Bruce Lee was a hero to us all.
90. It's never lupus.
91. There is gay porn of it, no exceptions.
92. Chuck Norris is the exception to rule 91. No exceptions.
93.2. This is not rule 93. This is rule 93.2., and rule 93 is not here.
93.3. Rule 899 is rule 93. (This is not)
93.4. Fagicorn deleted the real rule 93. Crap to him.
94. This is rule 94.
95. Anonymous did NOT, under any circumstances, tk him 2da bar?
96. If you express astonishment at someone's claim, it is most likely just a clever ruse.
97. The government, The CIA, Everything is a lie.
98. Only Zippocat is truth.
99. All numbers are at least 100 but always OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAND.
100. Faggotry will not be tolerated.
101. You are never THE BEST at anything, deal with it.
102. You are made of fail and AIDS.
103. That's no such thing as safe sex
104. The internet is for porn.
105. Rule 71 is SERIOUS FUCKING BUSINESS.
106. Rule 109 is true.
107. "That's what she said" jokes are stupid. No Exceptions
108. THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!!!!
108.2. ABOUT HIM!!!!
108.3. OMG!!!!!!!!!!
108.4. I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
108.5. You can never get too many exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Omigod!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No Exceptions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
109. Rule 106 is false.
110. If your statement is preceded by "HAY GUYZ", then you're doing something wrong.
111. If you cannot understand it, it is machine code.
112. What you click isn't always what you get.
113. Gamestop does NOT have Battletoads (or N64 games). But ask anyway.
114. Secure tripcodes are for fags.
115. If someone herd u liek Mudkipz, deny it constantly for the lulz.
115.2. I herd you liek Mudkipz. No exceptions.
116. Combo breakers are inevitable. If the combo is completed successfully, it is gay.
117. Always go out of your way to make newbies feel uncomfortable.
118. Newfags must be tortured to death. No exceptions.
119. Only newfags like caturday, Bruce Lee, and Desu. Those who like any of those refer to rule 93.
120. Nobody likes you.
120.2. Except Pedobear (see also: rule 93)
121. Co$ is the sworn enemy of Anonymous. It must be stopped.
122. There is NO God here (Except Chuck Norris).
122.2. Celestia is greater than Chuck Norris.
122.3 Luna is greater than Celestia.
123. 456789
124. When Anonymous is surprised, bricks must be shat.
124.2. There is an error in rule 124.
125. If you have no bricks to shit, you are made of fail and AIDS.
126. shaMTV must give Rick his award. No exceptions.
127. No NewFaggots aloud.
127.2. ALLOWED, YOU FAGGOT, NOT ALOUD.
128. Everything you know is a lie, but all those lies are nothing. So by using the transitive property we can conclude that everything = nothing and if you add an integer (x) into the equation we can single anything out and turn it into a certain amount of nothing explained by this graph e = everything n = nothing
  |          _
  |      ___/ \
e | ____/      \
  |/            \
  |______________\________________
            
               n
As you can see, at a certain point of everything, nothing cannot exist. So in conclusion, I have no idea what I'm talking about. See Rule 93.
129. BOTS will be dismantled.
130. Internet = Very Scary
131. Whatever it is, pie is involved in some form. No exceptions.
132. If it can't be killed, it doesn't exist. (Except Chuck Norris) No other exceptions.
133. If you met your girlfriend/boyfriend online then you are dating a one armed lady hooker named Steve.(Unless there is webcam involved, then his name is John.)
134. If it talks, you must shut it up.
135. Myspace is for thirteen year old girls and people who fit the description of Rule # 133.
136. _uck _ou_self __ solve it.
137. Tuck yourself in. Is the answer.
138. Rule 139 does/will not exist.
139. Rule 138 is true.
140. XKCD can explain everything. explain it or it goes.
141. Godmodding is retarded. Seriously just accept your death.
142. Just ignore him he will think you're afk.
143. If you ignore her, she will bitch.
144. People can't understand sarcasm.
145. If you take it seriously gtfo.
146. Stop giving the mic a blowjob.
147. Regardless, if you get pissed on teamspeak there is someone that has muted themselves just so they can laugh at you.
148. You don't get any cookies. No exceptions. So don't even ask.
149. Brandon is God's son, making him Jesus. Chuck Norris has no son.
150. You are not going to get a handicap so don't even ask. They will just target you.
151. You will not get a free Xbox 360/Playstation 3/iPhone so don't even get your hopes up.
151.1. There are always more Pokemon. Always.
152. They didn't call you retarded but they were thinking it.
153. It's funny to pick on people's grammar no matter how good it is. No exceptions.
154. The louder you scream at people the harder someone else will laugh.
155. They don't have hacks, you just suck really bad.
156. If you want to know who Anonymous is then GTFO!
157. Someone already did it better. No exceptions.
158. It was in an episode of South Park. No exceptions.
159. The more you deny something the more they are going to say that you are "something".
160. Google ftw. No exceptions.
160.2. Lmgtfy ftw. No exceptions.
161. The guy next to you in the library is always looking at what you are saying.
162. The girl next to you in the library couldn't give a shit.
163. There's a reason- you know what? Fuck it. If you can't figure it out, you seriously need to LURK MOAR.
164. Refer to step 2 on Rule #165.
165. Refer to step 3 on Rule #93.
166. People who get depressed on the internet need a better use of time.
167. Fleshlights are the answers to life's problems. No exceptions.
168. If you pretend that you are drunk people will just think you're retarded because no one can act drunk on the internet.
169? Nah I'll have 2 69s.
170. None of us is as cruel as all of us.
171. At any given moment, more birds could join, leave, or peel off in another direction entirely.
172. Use inside jokes moar. It upsets users.
173. STFU! Before i go chris brown on you!
174. Only 4chan'rs unsuspecting victims hate Rick Astley.
175. The talk page is for spam. Don't go there.
176. Chuck Norris roundhouse kicks children with the last name of Edgerton.
177. Tropicana tastes like the rainbow. No exceptions
178. Shadow sticks are fun to play with in the dark. Unless there are more than 3.
179. Refer to all unwritten rules. No exceptions.
180. For every life the internet improves it destroys 10 others.
181. Anything that's good is a virus.
182. We better start helping the earth, otherwise Al Gore will take back the internets!!! NO MORE BROADBAND! NO DIALUP!
183. If i have 3 cakes and you have one cake, only here you have no cake and I have 3 ps3's.
184. The only potty training videos allowed are ones that feature tigers and are japanese in nature (english subtitles are acceptable)
185. The Internet and Golf are quite similar they both were invented for men to get away from woman, except the internet has porn.
186. Newfags must be shot in the balls on site. No exceptions
187. No matter how hard you try, you will never be as cool as ninjas playing guitars.
188. If none of these rules are followed/obliged to then Bruce Lee will donkey punch you to Uranus.
189. Bukkake is not cool. Never was. Never will be. EVER!!
190. The only good hentai is yuri, that's how the internet works.
191. You will always forget to add an attachment to your e-mails.
192. If you break rule 1 and 2. You will be rickroll'd in hell.
193. If you break rule 188. You will be spanked by Barack Obama.
194. If you break rule 2, Barack Obama will tickle your pubes.
194.2. If you break rule 899 or 899.2, Barack Obama will reveal his colossal dick and choke you to death with it.
195. People called Fred are just Fail. No Exceptions.
196. People named Tyler are just win. No Exceptions.
197. People named Matty are just sexy. No and I mean no Exceptions.
198. If it's not on Google, It does not exist. No Exceptions.
199. If it's not on Google, then you're searching with the wrong criteria, no exceptions
199.1. If SafeSearch is on, you are a fucking faggot, no exceptions.
200. Pictures or it didn't happen.
201. Maths in failing:
Win + Fail = Epicfail Fail + Fail = Win Win + Win = Fail Epicfail + Epicfail = Chuck Norris
202. Anontalk is a bunch of fags. No exceptions.
203. If you run out of cookies, give apples, If you run out of apples, Give Spam. No exceptions.
204. NEVER shoot anybody in the balls. No exceptions.
205. All Americans are fat. No exceptions.
206. Any breaking of pi will result in pi being broken. No one knows the consequences. You have been warned.
207. Rules 1 and 2 are false. From now on, all rules must be about /b/. Unless they aren't.
208. Rules 1, 2 and 206 are true.
209. See rule 208.
210. See rule 209.
211. srt8 must not marry MITB. No exceptions.
212. 4chan is funny. No exceptions.
213. Your mother is behind you. No exceptions, unless she isn't.
214. In case of an emergency, your emergency exit can be found in the top right corner of your screen. No, and i promise you, NO exceptions.
214.2. Except on a Mac. It's on the left.
214.3. Press Alt+F4 for an epic thing to happen.
215. Rule 213 is false. Do not click that button.
216. 3, is the magic number.... 3, is the magic number.... NO EXCEPTIONS!
216.2. 42
217. Creator of 4chan is mentally Disturbed. No exceptions.
218. Porn must only be looked at when porn is needed.
219. Google is not a calculator.
220. Longcat is LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG. No exceptions.
221. RETARDED NEWFAGS, should always be shot without warning NO EXCEPTIONS!
222. The game.
222.2. The game ended, wait a while before we start the next wave.
222.3. The second wave is started.
223. Only faggots add rules that don't go along with rule 93 no exceptions.
224. All rules above "PROFIT!" don't count. No Exceptions.
225. The Simpsons already did it. South Park already did it better. NO EXCEPTIONS
226. If a statement may be taken sexually in any way, then she already said it. No exceptions.
227. Asking Alexandria is the worst band in the world. No exceptions
228. None of these rules apply to this wiki. No exceptions.
228.2. Except the ones about newfags editing the rules
229. You never see the porn first, even if you made or drew it. No exceptions.
230. Hentai is you friend. No exceptions.
231. Except if it is on /d/. No exceptions.
232. You cannot control the person in charge. No exceptions.
233. The person in charge only wants to make your life miserable. No exceptions.
234. Rule 186 is the only exception to rule 204
235. PROFIT!
236. There is no more than 1 rule for 1 number. 234 is the only exception, all others can refer to rule 93.
236.1. No.
237. There will be placeholders. No exceptions.
238. Every night when you are sleeping, Interwebz177 gives you pills that give you a boner then he sucks you dry.
239. That naked picture you took whilst drunk has never been removed from the internet, and will remain on a 50yr old man's hard drive for as long as he lives.
240. Rule 301 is false, it is occasionally Alex.
241. Everything fun on the internet is either illegal, immoral or fattening.
242. See Rule 899.
243. TNA sucks, WWE rocks.
244. WWE sucks, TNA rocks.
245. Your all both fags ROH is better than anything.
246. Pro Wrestling is gay. No exceptions.
246.2. Also, it is SERIOUS BUSINESS. No exceptions.
247. King Kong's penis was 13" long. Which isn't that long for a 50' gorilla.
247.2. The above is not a rule.
248. There has been a flame war of it. No exceptions.
249. Euskal hizkuntza dela begiratuko du lelo bat bezala.
249.2. Google Translate is shit.
250. Additional Pylons are required. Always.
251. No one uses anything but Google. No exceptions.
252. Rule 52 is a lie. Thank you.
253. Yes, it is some chickens.
254. Steve Irwin's death is really, really funny.
255. Anonymous is an Internet Hate Machine. Wikipedia said so.
255.2. Wikipedia is never wrong. Your teachers were.
256. For every curse word, there is a town with that name. No exceptions.
257. CP is awwwright, but DSFARGEG will get you b&.
258. ASDFMOVIE is god. No exception.
259. Hal Turner definitely needs to gb2/hell/.
260. No matter how cute it is, it probably skullfucked your mother last night.
261. Bobba bobba is bobba.
262. Yes, it is still some chickens.
263. Disregard Bigmike, he sucks cocks.
264. Spengbab Sqarpaint is luv Padtwick Zhstar iz fwend.
265. Anonymous still owes Hal Turner one trillion U.S. dollars.
266. Pokémon yuri is awesome, especially Elesa/Skyla.
267. Why are so many rules not written yet?
268. BECAUSE RACE CAR.
269. Yeah, finally...2 69's!
269.1. To 69 or not to 69? Did she take a shower? That is the question.
270. If you do not believe it, then it must be habeebed for great justice.
271. 299 is a lie. This is sparta. No exceptions.
272. This is the end of the world, no exceptions.
273. 301 is a lie. The end is the beginning. No exceptions.
274. Not even Spider-Man knows how to shoot web.
275. By extension to rule 301, it is never a job offer.
276. One does not simply shoop da whoop into Mordor.
277. Newfags will rape you so hard that Micheal Jackson will feel it in hell. No exceptions.
278. If a song gets famous, there will be a slowed-down acoustic cover by a female singer-songwriter.
279. Mitchell Henderson was an hero to us all.
280. This is a showdown, a throwdown, hell no I can't slow down, it's gonna go.
281. I am copying directly from the UrbanDictionary definition of the Rules of the Internet.
282. If you express astonishment at someone's claim, it is most likely just a clever ruse.
283. That's not mud.
284. What has been seen cannot be unseen. Even the post clearance that's coming up.
285. 5pam
286. 5pam
287. 5pam
288. 5pam
289. Shit sucks and will never be stickied.
290. UrbanDictionary's entry is out of date.
291. 5pam 5ome MOAR
292. There are no real rules about moderation — enjoy your ban.
293. There should be a hand in it somehow.
294. Everything has been searched on the internet.
295. Box dividers are gay.
296. Twitter is pointless.
297. GentleMentleMen will never retain its original audio.
298. Any BEATMANIA song will be made into a meme.
299. This is madness. No exceptions.
300. No, This Is SPARTA!
301. No, this is Patrick.
302. Food has been made from any part from any animal. No exceptions.
303. If they exist, they have been shipped. No Exceptions.
304. Buy the extended warranty. No exceptions.
305. Fuck backups.
306. Even one positive comment on Japanese things makes you a weeaboo.
307. Chuck Norris is an exception to rule 63, no exceptions.
308. Always bring your towel, no exceptions.
309. Anal Cunt are the best band in the world. No Exceptions.
310. !?!?!?
311. A crossover, even an improbable one, will eventually happen in fanart, fanfic, or official release material. No exceptions.
312. Dubstep does not exist except Skrillex. No exceptions.
313. Mastication is not what you think.
314. The day that pi finally ends is the day that the world will end. No exceptions.
315. Blockatiel is out to get you. No Exceptions.
316. Your parents know where you keep your porn, no exceptions. Keeping it on a flash drive doesn't help.
317. Anonymous is not sorry.
318. Standing safely behind Rule 319.
319. This rule is transparent.
319.2. Rule 318 just shat itself.
320. There is no such thing as a lazah. OHSHI-
321. Rule 183 is a lie; The cake is also true.
322. Rule 321 is a lie; The cake is a pie.
323. Rule 322 is true, although Chuck Norris already ate the cake.
324. The placement of rule 333 was shit. No exceptions.
325. If you download but don't seed, Bruce Lee will rip your scrotum off.
326. There IS a torrent for it... you just aren't looking hard enough... Unless there isn't.
327: Kill it with fire!
328. There is an exception to all exceptions. No exceptions
329. I killed your mother.
330. Just kidding i did fuck her though.
330.2. LOL did i mention she likes oral?
331. G.I.R.L = Guy In Real Life... No Exceptions.
332. If it exists, someone is offended by it, no exceptions.
334. Your SPOON WILL ALWAYS BE TOO BIG.
335. Pokemon is serious bloody business, NO EXCEPTIONS, no exceptions.
335.2. Chuck Norris doesn't play Pokemon, he lives it.
336. There is not enough facepalms for this, introduced; The Facedesk. NO Exceptions.
337. Girls Can't Drive....Even on Video Games No Exceptions.
338. Big Brother is Always Watching You O_O.
339. Except when he's not.
340. Admins always suck more then Mods. No Exceptions.
341. Lobbywhores always get banned for Stupidity.
342. Two's company, three's a crowd.
343. Anonymous will update the rules every sunday night, no exceptions.
344. Anonymous keeps a copy of the unedited rules on his hard drive, along with all of your porn.
345. Perl will NEVER be the best language, no exceptions
346. Attempting to post anything on the internet which defines the rules of the internet will result in an UserIsAnNoobException.
347. Some rules just dont make sense... follow them anyways. No Exceptions
348. You and me could write a rad bromance.
349. One just does not "make a meme". No exceptions
350. Walk don't run.
351. Limit Yourself.
352. Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.
353. Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.
354. Many people think that the Internet is a complex series of tubes, some people think its made of cats and some think it's magic. BUT really the Internet was excreted from chuck Norris's ass, therefore it is the image of perfection. NO EXEPTIONS.
355. For every object, existing or imagined, there is a variant involving bacon.
356. No one knows what love is. No exceptions.
357. .snoitpecxe oN .ysae si klat drawkcaB
358. There is an exception, no exceptions.
359. Cock goes in here.
360. If you say Candlejack, you w
361. If it hadn't been for Cotton Eyed Joe, Anonymous would have been married a long time ago.
362. No one is married. No exceptions.
363. All furries are 35-year-old virgins. No exceptions.
364. The Simpsons stopped being funny in 1998. No exceptions.
365. No one cares whether it is a leap year or not, no exceptions.
366. Asians are the rulers of the universe, no exceptions.
367. Everyone's copyright will be broken. No exceptions.
368. The rules are ever-changing, no exceptions.
369. Whoa, this gets better and better.
370. A piece of porn has been made of every situation by following it with the words "They fuck". No exceptions.
371. Football is stupid. No exceptions.
372. The other kind of football is stupid. No exceptions.
373. Baseball is for faggots. No exceptions.
374. Australian Rules football is stupid. No exceptions.
375. Coldplay are gay. No exceptions.
376. There is a forum of it, no exceptions.
377. Everything is fake and gay. No exceptions.
378. Someone thinks it is awesome. No exceptions.
379. If a girl on the Internet actually shows their tits after being asked about rule 31, that's someone you want to establish a positive relationship with.
380. Everyone is a pedophile. No exceptions.
381. No one actually owned Action 52. No exceptions.
382. Lolicons are morally okay. No exceptions.
403. Sub Rules are forbidden.
403.2. And we mean it this time.
403.2.2. Really.
403.2.2.2. Really really.
404. This rule was not found.
405. Rule 404 WAS found, but then was lost.
406. The number of Facebook friends is inversely proportional to the number of real friends. No exceptions.
406.2. Also, add me, Chris James Sharples :)
418. I'm a teapot.
419. Falcon PUUUNCH!
420. Georgia is in Russia. Also, even though this is rule number 420, no marijuana is implied.
421. There are NO intelligent comments on music videos. No exceptions.
422. Any music or bands you like will happen to have a completely retarded fanbase. No exceptions.
423. All obvious statements shall require a smart ass remark. No exceptions.
469. Awesome.
501. There is a fat version, no exceptions.
513. There isn't much time, but there is always all of it.
523. The existence of God has been proven by a formula. Look it up.
529. Newfags can't triforce.
530. If a newfag can triforce, the internet eats itself.
555. No one expects anything. No exceptions.
569. AKA an orgy.
571. There is porn of every celebrity, no exceptions.
598. Anyone can censor a cartoon. No exceptions.
599. Anyone can uncensor a censored cartoon. No exceptions.
600. No one speaks Basque. No exceptions.
600.2. Or Telugu. No exceptions.
601. There is life out there.
609. Refer to rules 243-6.
647. Keldeo is a pony.
665. The chakra is not a toy.
666. Idle hands are Anonymous' playthings. No exceptions.
667. Only Chuck Norris can break a Nokia. No exceptions.
668. I am a huge faggot. Please rape my face.
669. Super orgy.
701. The rent is always too damn high.
706. No fat chicks.
753. Backward talk is easy. No exceptions.
768. /d/ is serious business. See Rule 36.
769. I just came.
769.2. But if you're wearing white it's okay.
770. If there isn't enough just ask for Moar.
777. There is no such thing as luck.
778. /u/ and /y/ are like /v/, but with more videogames, and less porn.
867. Jenny is not home, she will never be home. No Exceptions.
868. Making a Chuck Norris joke instantly turns you into a newfag. No exceptions.
869. More and more.
888. Subtitles are now available. No Exceptions.
898. This is the rule before Rule 899.
899. No one intentionally sees their first dickgirl. No exceptions.
899.2. You are a newfag if you have never seen a dickgirl. No exceptions.
899.3. If you see enough dickgirls, you become attracted to them and start fapping to them. No exceptions.
899.4. If you see too many dickgirls, you become a dickgirl. No exceptions.
900. Now you have experienced Rule 899, go back and read it again.
969. A guy's dream.
999. ?suoi?d??x? ou ??i?? no? 'si?? pu??s??pun ?,uop ??i?s no? ??? p??? ?no? di?? o? ??i? ??? ?oo? no? ?i
1000. Joe Is Awesome, No Exceptions.
1001. Amount of uses for duct tape for now. moar are being discovered!
1002. Oop, another one.
1069. SOS HELP ME I AM DROWNING IN MY OWN CUM
1111. The number for this rule is a sausage fest.
1111.1. The number for this rule is also a sausage fest.
1111.2. You don't get .1's you stupid shit. No exceptions.
1337. The last thing this should be is a rule. You failed by looking at this, newfag.
1666. London is never burning. No exceptions.
1966. ENGLAND clapclapclap ENGLAND clapclapclap
1967. Shut the fuck up. No Exceptions.
2006. Silver is awesome, No Exceptions
2006.2. Shadow is highly over rated and should be put to rest, no excpetions
2010. There is a ponified version of it. No exceptions.
2012. Science doesn't exist, God doesn't exist, only Chuck Norris exists!
2013. Rule 2012 is a lie. So are the Mayans.
2014. Science just proved that the Mayans couldn't find a bigger rock.
2101. War was beginning.
2111. ALL BASES OF C.A.T.S. WERE DESTROYED. IT SEEMS TO BE PEACEFUL. BUT IT IS INCORRECT. C.A.T.S. IS STILL ALIVE.
2552. Remember Reach, no exceptions.
2979. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
3333. HeadOn. Apply directly to the forehead. HeadOn. Apply directly to the forehead. HeadOn. Apply directly to the forehead. HeadOn. Available at Walgreens.
3334. Sausages are only eaten by gay men. No Exceptions.
3434. The only exception to rule 34 is the citation of rule 34.
4321. This rule was for homoes.
5150. Sammy Hagar sucked. No exceptions.
5225. Election years were meant for Congress so they may let their trolls out to feed.
5705. There is no reply. No exceptions.
7652. Tinker will never be Asian. Owning katanas is fail.
9000. You must be mathematically greater than 9000 to be over 9000.
9001. It's over 9000. No exceptions
9001.2. Vegeta is better than anyone, no exceptions
9001.3. Goku is over rated, no exceptions
9002. It's still over 9000, and always will be!
9004. If you're wondering where 9003 went, refer to rule 405, but think of "rule 9003" instead of "rule 404".
9005. If you have used the Internet you have procrastinated. No Exceptions.
12345. Hbrowse is awesome. No Exceptions.
59713. Do not use the Internet if over 50.
176982. If it is a word, it has a sexual meaning. No exceptions.
424242. Reading online forums may cause irreparable damage to your faith in humanity.
494949. Needs moar Nyo. No exceptions.
499499. If you try to hide a porn window, the pop-ups which remain will be even worse.
500001. Internet Explorer is for newfags and users of it should be dragon punched by Bruce Lee.
878787. Fap moar - it's never enough.
899899. Anything can be a meme.
899900. Including rule 899.
3756548. Your life depends on this.
3756550. You're floccinaucinihilipilification.
3799999. Rule 3756550 was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
8072007. Rules 1 and 2 apply only to raids.
8675309. Go back to the top of the page, and read all the rules again.
69696969. See rule 469.
102938475. The Internet has a very cruel sense of humor.
362001984. THE EMOTICONES SHALL RULE THE UNIVERSE.
362001985. THOSE WHO DO NOT FOLLOW THE EMOTICONES MUST BE ELIMINATED.
362001986. THE END SHALL BE BROUGHT BY THE GRAND CONE.
1234567890. There are ten numbers. No exceptions.
2147483647. This is the end of the internet. No Exceptions.
2147483648. You've lost the game. No Exceptions.
55555555555. Virgins are people who have never had sex. AKA The Internet. No exceptions.
181354931118. /r/spacedicks should only be viewed by 4chan users.
926535897932. This rule applies to rule 93.
934023783021. OMGWTFBBQ?!?!?!?!?!? NO EXCEPTIONS.
1000000000000. Jesus can win the game. No Exceptions.
1000000000000.1. Chuck Norris is the only exception. No exceptions.
3846264338327. Rule 2147483647 is false.
6666666666666. All rules that use shitty grammar and/or who's identification values equate to undefined, infinity, or retardation do not count. No exceptions.
6666666666667. Except for the exceptions, no exceptions.
6666666666668. Except for the exceptions to that. No exceptions.
11123334555677789990. This rule has the numbers 233 and 899 in it.
6501293849635201682301371605287306824087549580566948509750739410237012973058476656567837562181. No one knows the difference between their, there, and they're. No exceptions.
10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000. Google is god. No exceptions.
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999. Logan is a faggot, no exceptions.
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999.1. Jared is a badass, no exceptions.
#. There is a dubstep remix of it. No exceptions. Refer to rule 312.
X. This isn't a rule, refer to rule 93.
333. Told you.
k. How did you get down here?
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...02425950695064738395657479136519351798334535362521430035401260267716226721604198106522631693551887803881448314065252616878509555264605107117200099709291249544378887496062882911725063001303622934916080254594614945788714278323508292421020918258967535604308699380168924988926809951016905591995119502788717830837018340236474548882222161573228010132974509273445945043433009010969280253527518332898844615089404248265018193851562535796399618993967905496638003222348723967018485186439059104575627262464195388. Since you're down here... DESU
...02425950695064738395657479136519351798334535362521430035401260267716226721604198106522631693551887803881448314065252616878509555264605107117200099709291249544378887496062882911725063001303622934916080254594614945788714278323508292421020918258967535604308699380168924988926809951016905591995119502788717830837018340236474548882222161573228010132974509273445945043433009010969280253527518332898844615089404248265018193851562535796399618993967905496638003222348723967018485186439059104575627262464195389. No one knows how to type in superscript.
GOOGOLPLEX. See, if I'd just said, "1x10" then "10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000" in superscript, it would have made a lot more sense.
∞. There is no limit to the amount of messed up shit that lurks on the internet.
∞ + 1. This shall go on forever.
∞ + 2. and ever
tan 90°. and ever
2/0. Go to rule 93.
P0N135. Ponies.
yeaahhhh, all of the rules of the internet

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There, on the hillside was this vibrant green flower

Its essence calmed me like the soothing touch of a mother

The sight, the smell, the feeling of its rough flimsy petals on my fingertips

The sound of its soft ethereal voice whispering in my ear; Melodious tones

Lo! This beautiful flower had liberated my heart!


I leaned closer to the flower to experience all it had to offer

The heavenly fragrance danced in my nostrils as I sniffed

I touched my lips to a petal of the flower by accident

But I was filled with such vigorous warmth that tingled throughout my body

From my lips, down to the tips of my toes


Once more, I beckoned the flower to give me her lovely kiss

To reveal to me her love

But there was nothing like a morning frost on an autumn day

With a small kiss and a sweet word every now and again

Where is your heart little flower?

I really don't want to write much of a description for this poem so I will be brief and generic. As usual I like for people to give constructive criticism and/or feedback.
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[Chapter 14]

Vanir led Hal and Miri through a few hallways and down into the basement of the Cathedral. There, Hal encountered a sight that was somehow both expected yet surprisingly comical and irreverent: The basement was wide and open, littered with punching bags, free weights, training dummies and a rather long firing range along one whole side. One corner had an area with a modest-sized kitchen, complete with some counter space, a fridge, sink, and a few small round tables. Hal's tail blinked all four eyes simultaneously as he struggled to process the disconnect between what he expected and what he was seeing.

At one table sat Marcus, relaxed and impeccably dressed, as he read the morning paper and sipped at a hot mug of coffee or tea. A finished bowl of cereal sat just beyond easy reach, pushed aside to make room for the paper. “Good morning, brother.” Marcus smiled and raised his mug in greeting, folding the newspaper into a neat rectangle. It was almost an absurd sight: there he was, Hal's long lost brother and aspiring evil mastermind, eating breakfast in his secret underground training room as if nothing were at all amiss.

Hal struggled to speak for a moment as he looked around the room. “What the hell? What is this... your evil rec room?”

“I said the same exact thing...” Miri whispered from behind him.

“Laugh all you want Hal, but I'm actually quite pleased with it.” Marcus wiped his mouth with a napkin and set his folded newspaper to the side. “Do you want some breakfast?”

Hal snorted. “I'm good.”

“You'll be hungry in a while, Hal.” Surprisingly it was Miri who countered him. “I tried that trick the first time, and all I ended up was hungry on top of everything else I was dealing with. Just eat some food.”

Vanir laughed, causing the corners of Hal's mouth to twitch into a scowl momentarily. “You should listen to her. She's a smart one.”

Hal didn't appreciate the unsolicited advice, but what troubled him more was the realization that he wasn't really that hungry at all. In fact, over the past few days he barely remembered eating more than a meal or two.  Despite the lack of food, hunger was not a sensation that he had felt very often, and he wasn't feeling hungry right now. Still, everyone seemed to look at him expecting that eating breakfast was the appropriate and inevitable choice.

Hal sighed, grabbing a bagel from a bowl that rested in the center of the table. He chomped half of it off in a single bite, and forced himself to go through the mechanical motions of chewing and swallowing it. It didn't taste bad, but to his tongue it didn't taste like much to begin with. “Alright. Breakfast initiated; you can all give it a rest now.” Hal quipped in irritation, turning away from the three of them to take in the rest of the room.  

They weren't alone. At the firing range, two men practiced their marksmanship, firing pistols at a dummy clad in heavy trooper armor. The springer rounds pinged and ricocheted off of the sloped metal plating, but every odd shot or so would fly true, finding a gap in the protection or slamming into the dummy's pockmarked face.

At one of the heavy punching bags, a scarred and hulking kodiak was quite literally beating the stuffing out of the defenseless target. With every strike, his fists left deep impressions that were slow to rebound, as if he were a baker punching a soft ball of dough. The chains that held the bag aloft clanked and clattered in protest, barely up to the task of keeping the target suspended in place.

In the far corner, two lithe females wrestled and sparred with training knives. Every so often, one would succeed in executing a particularly deadly looking takedown upon the other. Hal didn't exactly feel very comfortable around this new company.

“So... this is the point where you tell me all about your secret plans to overthrow the government, and through a combination of emotional appeal and/or veiled threats convince me to help you?” Hal folded his arms; sarcasm seemed to be flowing freely this morning. “I don't exactly have all the time in the world, so why don't you just do your thing?”

“Hmph.” Marcus harrumphed at his twin brother's attitude and stood to his full height, smoothing out some imperceptible wrinkles from his fine clothes. “Don't you want to make some sort of wiseass comment about me starting my own fitness club first?”

“Good point. I'll start paying you for comedy lessons.” Hal's tail made a sort of sneering expression as he looked away.

“Enough, both of you.” Vanir interrupted the duo before the feedback loop became insufferable. She took it upon herself to begin the inevitable conversation. One black furred hand gestured to the training room before them. “Call this what you will, but here is where we can train for the conflicts to come, free from prying eyes or outside interference. The people here are all rejects of our good and just society. Ironically, we train these paroled outcasts into weapons to strike back at the tyrants who released them.”

“Clever.” Hal devoured the rest of his bagel with a second bite, forcing himself to stop speaking before he said something else to goad them on again. Miri rested one hand on his shoulder, the gentle gesture intended no doubt to keep him calm.

“Yes, it is.” Marcus spoke back up, apparently ready to hit his stride. “I know you don't trust me, Hal. We've had our differences, but you'll see soon enough that we are destined to make something more of what we have.”

Marcus walked over towards the firing range, his elegant cane making distinct tapping sounds against the stone floor with each step. “Tell me, Hal. Do you enjoy using your Dreamkeeper power? Is it important to you? Does it bring you happiness?”

“Of course. It's why I went into astronomy in the first place.” Hal's eyes narrowed. “It's also something I remember you not handling very gracefully when I decided to start living my own life.”

“Indeed.” Marcus brushed aside the invitation for argument. “But the past is the past. I'm ready to look forward to the future.” As Marcus reached the firing range, the two goons-in-training stopped firing and cleared some space for their leader. They apparently knew better than to interrupt Marcus during one of his dramatic monologues. “We each discovered our powers after that terrible night. Only after it was too late.” A genuine bitterness flavored the words. “Do you remember what my power was?”

Hal shrugged. “It was some sort of limited telekinesis, right?”

“Yes, 'limited' being the key word.” Marcus set his cane aside for a moment, and reached down to scoop a couple of spent brass springer cartridges from the floor. In one hand he held onto a single cartridge, and the remainder of the casings he hovered a few centimeters above his other open palm. “I can only manipulate materials I'm already physically touching somehow, and my telekinetic strength is roughly equivalent to my normal muscle strength. It's really not useful for much more than parlor tricks.” As if to demonstrate, he telekinetically hurled one of the brass cylinders downrange where it audibly plinked off of the trooper armor.

Hal didn't feel particularly impressed by the demo. “Your point being...?”

“My point... the point... is that under normal conditions we have only scratched the surface of our true potential.” Marcus retrieved his cane and rested one hand comfortably around the meteor chunk that formed the grip, keeping one shell trapped between two fingers. He smiled a self-satisfied smirk, and gestured towards the target with a flourish of his open hand. In an instant the remaining spent shells hurtled through space, slamming into the dummy with the force of a runaway groundcar. The armor exploded in a spectacular hail of metal and polymer, unable to withstand the energy input of projectiles traveling far faster than a normal bullet.

Marcus grinned. “Celestia unlocks our true abilities.”

Hal frowned. That second display certainly got his attention. Had there been a person wearing that armor, all that would have been left was shredded flesh and blood. “Celestia. You mean the meteor.”

“Celestia. Meteor. Mineral X. You can call it any name you want.” Vanir smiled confidently, wrapping one arm around Marcus and sliding in affectionately close. “The results speak for themselves.”

“Clearly.” Hal furrowed his brow, thinking about the fragments of meteor buried inside his body. “So... what is it, exactly? A power source?”

Marcus nodded, looking past Hal towards Miri. “I think Miri can answer that question more to your satisfaction.”

The purple and gray colored fox took a step forward, adjusting her glasses a little. “In exchange for letting me live, they've put me to work studying the meteor.” Miri offered a preemptive explanation, catching Hal's confused frown. “Apparently none of their recruits are particularly well versed in the scientific method.”

She gave Marcus and Vanir an unfriendly sidelong glace, but mostly kept her attention focused on Hal. “I haven't really had many resources to work with, but so far the best I can tell is that the meteor is more accurately described as a power amplifier, rather than a power source. As you just saw, physical contact with the meteor induces amplified power effectiveness, which varies based on the individual's specific dreamkeeper power.”

Miri spoke quickly and precisely, appearing relieved to finally be addressing another educated person who was more her intellectual speed. “The amplification effect is mass-dependent and non-linear. The relationship between mass and amplification level can be roughly described by a square function, but varies from person to person. I don't have enough data yet to mathematically model it with confidence. Not everyone has a power that lends itself to easy physical observation, either.”

Hal listened intently to Miri's explanation, but out of the corner of his eye he caught Vanir whispering something into his brother's ear with a sly smile. He couldn't hear what words were being said, but the way both of them seemed so smugly confident really pissed him off.

Miri continued. “Generally speaking, a meteor fragment the size of a half-lucre coin, two hundred grams or so, induces a three to four-ex multiplication of power intensity. Physical contact with the meteor seems to be necessary to obtain the benefits, as mere local proximity has no observable effects. I wish I had more instruments to run radioactive and spectrographic analyses, but some people don't feel comfortable giving me access to hi-tech equipment.”

Hal habitually scratched at his chest. “Any biological side effects?”

“It's hard to judge that since it's outside my area of expertise, and all the data I have is based on temporary short-term exposure.” Miri walked close and gently grabbed the hand that Hal was using to itch his scars, putting a stop to the activity. Her expression softened. “Maybe you should be the one to tell me...” She looked up into his eyes, genuine worry hidden behind her square framed lenses. “Does it hurt?”

“No. Not exactly.” He blinked and looked away, feeling for some reason both embarrassed and ashamed. His tail looked the opposite direction, flicking its tongue down at the floor. “It's... difficult to describe.”

“Then show us instead.” Marcus spoke up, interrupting the brief moment they shared. “After all, you wouldn't be alive and here right now if it weren't for the piece of Celestia you carry around inside you. I think we all deserve to see how it is affecting you.”

“Why? So you can learn how to make better terrorist soldiers? Or do you just have morbid curiosity about how it's destroying your own brother's life?” Hal felt anger quickly surge into his voice as he snapped back at Marcus. Miri took a defensive step away.

“Destroy you?” Marcus shook his head. “It's already saved you, Hal. Given you life when you should have perished. It's reunited us after years of distance and silence.”

“It's brought you back to your beloved Miri.” Vanir added with an evil chuckle.

“That's it! I've had about enough of your-”

“Hal.” Miri was there again in front of him, her hands resting on both of his shoulders. “Don't worry about them. Relax.”

Hal balled his hands into fists and relaxed them again, restraining his outrage. She spoke with that quiet but forceful tone that he had never been able to completely resist.

“Look. I need you to listen to me.” She kept her volume low, meeting Hal's eyes again. “The meteor that's inside you is powerful and dangerous. I need to understand what it's doing to you. If we learn how it works, we might be able to learn how to stop it.” She relaxed her grip a little. “I need you to help me so I can figure out how to help you. Can you do that for me?”

Hal took a deep breath and slowly released it. She was right of course. As much as he hated the situation, they needed to figure things out, and resisting right now would only put them both in more danger. Marcus wasn't going to just let him walk away. “Alright...”

Miri nodded and stepped back, offering a slight smile. She pulled a pencil and notepad from one of the pockets on the borrowed Celestial robe she was wearing. “When you're ready, activate your power, then tell me what you see and feel.”

Marcus and Vanir seemed to be watching with rapt attention. Even the scattered henchmen paused in their activities, and a breathless silence enveloped the room. Hal swallowed, nervousness gripping his heart with hesitation. He felt the weight of so many unspoken expectations in that moment. There was nowhere for him to go... but forward.

A prismatic and shimmering halo materialized over his head as he activated his power. The entire world seemed to stretch and elongate around Hal as his senses expanded to include all ranges of light. He could see the body heat of all the people in the room and rooms beyond, the bright pinpoint radiance of the meteor shards some carried, the faint ultraviolet from the scattered glo-orbs. All of this was familiar to Hal, and yet, he felt more.

It was almost impossible to articulate with words; he didn't know where to begin. Sounds like the faintest of whispers echoed in his mind. Each living person around him seemed to have a magnetic pull  that he could feel in his blood. When he closed his eyes, he could taste the cool dampness of the air, smell the barest hint of Vanir's perfume, hear Miri's subtle heartbeat.

Deep, voluminous arcs of fog billowed from his nostrils at the conclusion of every fortifying breath. The pain from his wounds was gone, replaced with a restless tingling of energy. It felt amazing. He was standing in the center of his world, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of life.

“Well?” Marcus' shape asked with expectation. “Don't leave us in suspense, Hal. What does it feel like?”

“It feels great.” Hal began to walk around without his cane, boldly flexing his damaged leg. “The pain is gone. I can feel... everything. Light. Sound. Breath. Blood.” His voice took on a manic edge. “I don't have words to describe the feeling. They're incomplete.”

“Why is his breath so foggy?” asked Vanir's gravity. He tasted her eager curiosity. Miri's heartbeat moved closer to him.

“Is he extracting energy from the air around him?” Miri smelled like fear. “That doesn't seem physically possible.”

“This is more than I remember last time.” Hal's tail looked up at the ceiling, tasting the air. He continued to pace around the punching bag that served as the center of his accelerating orbit. “I need new words.”

“Hal, slow down.” Miri paced alongside him, alarm sharpening her sound. Heat shaped like a hand grabbed his wrist, pressing fingers firmly against a throbbing vein. “Spirits! Hal, you need to stop. Your heart rate is insane.”

The words fell onto the floor, unacknowledged. He kicked them aside to clear a path. The sound of static started to fill his brain, like sand pouring faster and faster from a broken hourglass. The weight of the flow came from somewhere up above. He turned towards the white noise, the volume increasing as he homed in on the source. Somewhere, out beyond the invisible walls of stone and life... there it was.

The searing cold light of another fragment of heaven stared back at him, piercing his mind. The kaleidoscope stopped turning. All time and space seemed to have become silence itself. The hourglass was empty.

“HAL!!!”

The universe snapped back in a shuddering instant.

Miri's open hand finished the follow-through of a full powered slap to the face that shook him from his trance. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, running down to salt trembling lips curled into an expression of desperate anger and fear. A warm tingling throb of pain started to spider across one side of his face.

Hal blinked.

“Fascinating.” Marcus slowly approached Hal, his cane marking each footstep with a tap.

“Fascinating!?” Miri was outraged. “Holy shit! That was madness! He wasn't even aware of what was happening to him!” She sobbed, emotion filling the air. “That's not a normal reaction!”

“Then I suggest you take your data and figure things out.” Marcus dismissed Miri with the wave of a hand.

“You son of a-” Miri looked ready to punch Marcus square in the face, but two of his minions grabbed her arms, holding her back.

Hal wanted to yell out in protest to the way they were treating her, but he could barely stand upright, wobbling unsteadily on his pained legs. Every breath was laborious and tight, as he had to fight for every molecule of oxygen forced into his lungs. The narrow world did not greet him gently, and he was slow to recover.

Marcus retrieved Hal's cane from the floor, stepping close to help steady his brother. He offered Hal the  grip, yellow and gray eyes never wavering. A hunger hid beneath the words that followed. “Hal.... what did you see?”

Hal curled his fingers around the handle of his cane, staring back into his brother's eyes. “The meteor.” The terrifying answer flowed all too freely from his lips. “There's another meteor out there.”

[End Chapter 14]
This took me a while to finally complete, but I'm very happy with the result.  Sh!t is starting to get real.  I particularly enjoyed flexing some literary muscles to describe what the world looks like when Hal is using his power. It will probably be cumbersome to do it all the time every time, but I hope it paints a good picture. 

I am honored and humbled by the positive feedback I have gotten from my readers and from David Lillie himself. This project is an amazing journey, and I'm so happy to have other people share the ride. I say this every time, but thank you so much to everyone who is reading TWA. It means the world to me. 

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The Wayward Astronomer is original fiction set in the DreamKeepers universe created by David Lillie www.dreamkeeperscomic.com

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[Chapter 18]

Hal zipped up his leather jacket, experimentally flexing his bad leg. His knee made a loud popping sound that solicited a grimace.

“Are you going to be ok?” Miri asked the question Hal wondered himself.

“I hope so.”

The two of them were now in the 'evil rec room' yet again, but this time the entire cathedral seemed to be buzzing with activity. The network of agents Marcus claimed to command seemed to be heeding his summons, trickling in by the hour, usually alone or in very small groups. All of them looked fairly hardened, as one might expect from an army of ex-convicts. Many of them seemed eager to act, and were kept busy arming themselves and preparing for the events to come. The air had a tension to it that was impossible to overlook.

Rather than sally forth right away, Marcus preferred to sit tight until later in the day, sending Vanir ahead of the rest of them. Though the university was over in Calypsa district, if they traveled by telepad, the excursion would be shortened considerably. According to the clock on one wall, it was almost time to leave.

“Hal. Miri.” Marcus approached them with a smile, genuinely beaming with delight. He seemed to be put in a chipper mood by the sense of imminent action. “Are you ready for a date with destiny?”

“Oh, I don't know.” Hal pretended to be shy about it. “How does my hair look?”

“It looks like a sarcastic asshole.” Marcus returned fire with a smile, seemingly taking Hal's sarcasm in stride.  Undaunted, he turned his attention to Miri. “Now, don't say I haven't done anything nice for you. You have your old clothes back, and I even had them washed for you. No more 'creepy ceremonial robes' for a day like today.”

Miri ran one hand through her hair. “Thanks.” She sounded at least partly grateful, though not particularly impressed. Hal caught her amused glance. Though it was more of a practical gesture than a generous one (robes weren't great for trekking through the city inconspicuously), it was still an important symbol.  Miri certainly seemed a little brighter, now that she was dressed in the comfortable and warm expedition gear the two of them wore just before all this began.

Marcus too was wearing new clothes. He eschewed his normal upscale clothing for a medium weight trench coat that was subtly styled with epaulets and brass buttons. Paramilitary fashion was something of a recent trend that was making its way through various cuts of society. Marcus seemed to be no exception to that rule.

“I want to introduce the two of you to somebody.” Marcus looked over his shoulder and called out to someone in the background. “Dubs! It's time.”

Hal recognized the man that approached as the same hulking bear that had been beating the living daylights out of the punching bag yesterday. He stood well over 2 meters tall, and his brown fur was interrupted in places with the stark line of a deep, healed scar. This man, whoever he was, had certainly not been a stranger to violence.

“Dubs, I want to formally introduce you to my brother, Hal. You already know Miri, of course.” The hulking beast offered one hand for a handshake that practically engulfed Hal's forearm. “So, you the brothah of the Arch. Respect.” Dubs spoke with a deep booming voice that nonetheless had the unmistakable accent of a man who lived his life in the inner city. Norvondire district if Hal had to guess.

Hal gave Dubs a sharp nod as he finished the handshake. “Dubs, huh? Is that a nickname?”

“Yeah.” Dubs seemed prepared to answer the question as if he had done it thousands of times before. “My real name is William W. Wilson the Third. But that takes way too much work to say, and I ain't no 'Willie'.”

“Dubs it is then.” Hal nodded and cleared his throat. No doubt Dubs would be accompanying them as a little extra muscle to keep Hal and Miri from entertaining thoughts of heroism. In a close in fight Hal normally liked his chances pretty good, but between Dubs' sheer size and his bad leg, it wasn't an experiment he cared to run.

“Let's get going.” Marcus stepped forward and waved for the others to follow. “We'll take the telepad to save some time.”

The four of them walked out into the city streets to find that the sun was settling slowly into the final moments of daylight. The sky was already beginning to fade from sky blue into pastel hues of pink, lavender, and gold.

“Wow, look at the colors!” Miri smiled at the sunset, basking in the evening's fragile glory. After being cooped up inside for so long, it must have been a refreshing sight to take in. “They're beautiful.”

“Yes they are.” Hal grunted his agreement, contemplating the view. As the sun descended to the west, the moon was already up and shining in the east, half obscured behind the immensely tall spire that was Sabbaton Tower. As they walked past one of the main radial avenues that led inward towards the tower and the center of Anduruna, he glimpsed the anchor point for one of the several tension cables that held the massive tower steady. The spiral-wound metal cables were thicker than some tree trunks, and even under tension they seemed to visibly sag under their own mass.

“Impressive isn't it?” Marcus seemed to take note of the direction Hal was looking. “That a structure so grand could be built and held aloft securely.” He chuckled as a gust of bitter wind swept between buildings to chill them. “What a perfect symbol of all we can achieve, if only we sit down, lay back, and submit.”

“You're a very cheery man, Marcus.” Hal scoffed. “Has anyone told you that?”

Marcus laughed out loud at Hal's comment. “Oh, but I am.” His smile had a cutting sharpness to it. “I'm no engineer, but I wonder what would happen if those cables were to disappear all of a sudden and something were to happen to the foundation...”

“A lot of innocent people would die. That's what would happen.” Hal narrowed his eyes. Was Marcus seriously bold enough to suggest toppling the Sabbaton tower itself?

“Oh it would be quite the destructive event. Tragic. It would be an event everyone would remember for generations.”

“You're insane.” Miri muttered, her mood now subdued as the topic of conversation changed quickly from her original comment.

“Am I really?” Marcus countered, seeming to relish in the debate. “When a forest becomes thick and overgrown, it begins to decay. New life cannot take hold because it is choked out, and the entire ecosystem falls into stagnation. Nothing changes, nothing grows, until one fateful day when a storm rolls through and strikes down with a flash of lightning to set the entire area ablaze. The fire is destructive, yes. It lays waste to the old forest, but in that same stroke it fertilizes the land and sets the stage for new life to rise up, grow, and flourish.” Hal's brother held his arms out to his sides. “Is the storm truly evil?”

“Good and Evil are words we use to describe the actions of people, not nature.” Miri was emphatic in her response. “The storm isn't good or evil. It just is. The lightning doesn't choose to strike the forest, and the trees aren't sentient creatures! It's just nature, and nature doesn't make decisions like we're capable of doing.”

“But are we not all creatures of nature? Subject to the same natural laws?” Marcus sighed, shaking his head. “I don't know why I waste my breath trying to illuminate you short sighted people. We need to look past the familiar and accept its removal in order to discover a better world waiting beyond it.”

“That makes for fine poetry, Marco, but that doesn't change the fact that you're suggesting the murder of thousands of innocent lives.”

“Someone has to have the courage to do what is necessary.” Marcus pulled his jacket tighter as they approached the telepad station, his voice matching the temperature of the air. “If no one else will do it...  Let it be me.”

Everyone fell quiet for a while after that sobering comment. Words weren't going to change the opinion of anyone present. Miri clung close to Hal keeping him on the windward side of her to fend off the cold. His tail wrapped around her and rested on her opposite shoulder.  

The telepad itself was an elegantly engraved circle of stone set into the center of a large plaza. It was large enough in diameter to fit several dozen people within its perimeter. The area was cordoned off such that you had to buy a ticket in order to get access to the inside, but for that nominal fee the average citizen now had near-instantaneous access to the center of any other district in the city. Telepad technology was relatively new, but in a short handful of years it had revolutionized intra-city travel, making the manekale-pulled groundcars more a utility item for distributing bulk goods, rather than people. As far as Hal knew, telepad technology was controlled tightly by the government of Anduruna and not available private use.

Marcus purchased tickets for the four of them and led them into the circle where they waited with a handful of other clusters of people. A bored voice emerged from a loudspeaker as a telepad attendant announced their jump. “Please keep all limbs and belongings inside the circle. This next jump is to Calypsa station. Calypsa station is the next jump.”

After one more repeat of the same message, the attendant counted down to zero and initiated the jump.

There wasn't any sensation in the act of jumping itself. Hal merely blinked and found now that he was standing in a new circle in Calypsa district, and the tower was at a different angle to his orientation than it had been before. The aftereffects Hal always felt though. While most people experienced no ill effects, or built up a tolerance, Hal always felt nauseated after using a telepad. As a result, he rarely chose to take advantage of the convenience.

“Ahhh... home sweet home.” Marcus waved them forward, stepping out into the now-darker city streets. “Let's keep going. Vanir should be waiting for us near the university.”

Once they were free from the crowd of people at the telepad, Hal started up the conversation again. “You've been awfully quiet, Dubs. How did you get involved in all of this?”

“Me?” Dubs chuckled a bit, but the low bass of his laugh caused it to carry deep into the alleyways. “It start with beating theshit outta someone who done me wrong and gettin' thrown in the lockhouse for a couple. Then they come to me, say I can get out if I join this new 'second life' program. I took the deal.”

“So you're behind all this 'down with the establishment, new world order' stuff?”

“Hell yeah.” Dubs nodded with certainty. “Like the arch said, if we wanna get ahead, we can't jus' play by the rules. You can't change the rules. That won' work. You gotta change the whole game.”

Hal tried to keep his poker face intact. “But if they catch you, you'll be tried for treason. They'll execute you. All of you.”

“Thats why when you go, you go all in and get it done befo' they have that chance. And 'sides, I ain't afraid of dyin'. The arch put a gun in my hand and say 'Dubs, you roll wit' me, ain't no one gonna step on you again.' I like that.”

“If this is just a political movement, why the veil of religion?”

“Hey, if you got a problem wit' the goddess, you got a problem wit' me, aiight? Not everyone might care so much 'bout that sorta stuff, but I do.” Hal was surprised by Dubs' response. “I don' know if she's like... real, and like, messin' with the world direc'ly and stuff, but she say she gave us our powers for a reason. She say we all got a purpose. An' we got her gift to give us power and to protect this world from evil.”

Dubs certainly appeared to have a passion hiding beneath his bulk. “Ever since I sign on, Vanir been helpin' me learn to read by teachin' me the scrolls. They ain't so easy to read, but they mean somethin', you know? I like to believe that they ain't no lie. That we be actually more than what we look like on the outside.”

Hal furrowed his brows, falling into contemplative silence. After a moment had passed, Miri hesitantly spoke up, her voice no more than a confused whisper. “...you didn't know how to read?”

Dubs was quick to lash out in anger at her disbelief. “Don't you judge me, pretty little fox girl! You ain't got no idea what it's like, growin' up on the streets! When you fightin' every night just to make it to the next day!” Dubs made a disgusted grunting sound. “You ain't never had to fight for nothin'. You ain't never gonna know what it be like livin' my life.”  

“Easy Dubs. She didn't know.” Marcus reigned in his subordinate with a stern stare.

“Sorry, Arch.”

Marcus nodded his acknowledgment, proceeding to lead them through a few more side streets until they reached the circle in front of Calypsa University. Now that the sky was darkening, the tree lined avenue leading up to the main building had taken on a more sinister and foreboding appearance.

“Over here.” A voice spoke up from the alleyway to their left, and Vanir stepped forward from the shadows out onto the sidewalk. “Have our guides been any trouble?”

“No, they're behaving.” Marcus gave his lover a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “What about on your end?”

Vanir's bright blue eyes seemed to almost glow in the dim light. “No trouble so far. Not much foot traffic on account of the wind and cold. Little activity entering or leaving the building. I have a groundcar waiting in the alley for our extraction.”

“We're not taking the telepad back?” Miri sounded concerned.

“I don't know how big the meteor fragment is, but if it's the same size as the last one, it won't be easy to just carry through public transport; Especially if things go wrong and we need to get out quick.” Vanir didn't seem to be in a very hospitable mood today, and her tone of voice was curt and condescending. “Don't you worry about the details. All you need to to do is get us to the meteor without running into security.”

Marcus nodded in agreement, turning to Hal and Miri. “Well, this is your territory. Why don't you lead the way.”

Hal swallowed. “Ok.” A nervousness seemed to now settle over him, drying his mouth. “Our best bet is one of the side stairwells. No one really uses them.”

“Then by all means brother, lead on.”

Hal and Miri started forward, walking up the side of the lawn to the edge of the building. Even without using his power, Hal could sense Miri's uneasiness. “This is so weird, Hal. We shouldn't be breaking into our own school. I've got a really bad feeling about all this.”

“I know, but let's just get it over with.” Both of them were already whispering, a sense of tense caution present throughout the whole party. Hal tried the side door, and it moved only a tiny bit before being held up by the locked handle with a rude, sudden stop.

“It's locked.” Hal stated the obvious with a frown.

“Of course it is. Hang on...” Miri began to search the pockets of her recently-returned jacket. “Where is- Oh! Here it is. I still have my ID. I wonder if they ever deactivated it...” She slid the card through the little reader to the side of the door, and they could all hear a faint but distinct click as the lock temporarily disengaged. “...I guess not.”

Hal opened the door and stepped into the empty stairwell. The cold interior lighting matched the air now leaking inside as they all filed into the narrow ground floor landing. Hal could already begin to feel a weight pulling on his heart. They weren't far from the meteor. His tail looked straight up through the center of the spiraling staircase to the floors above, flicking its tongue rapidly.

Hal took a deep breath and looked at everyone around him. Dubs was following his tail's gaze, staring up the center column of the stairs. Marcus and Vanir were waiting with a look of impatient but fixated expectation. Miri bit her lip, looking as worried as Hal had ever seen her. He allowed himself one last exhale before activating his power and letting the unseen colors of the world wash over him.  

The static was here. The gravity was here. He barely acknowledged the prismatic kaleidoscope of reflecting light that surrounded him and quickly ascended the stairs. Every inhale added to the tingling sense of energy that drew him ever upwards.

“Hal, please slow down.” Miri's voice chased after him.

“Be quiet you fools!” A sharp whisper from Vanir also gave pursuit.

Every footstep echoed loudly in the confines of the tall but narrow chamber, barely registering in Hal's awareness as he passed each threshold. Second floor. Third floor. Fourth floor. The light was here. He stepped through the door into an empty hallway, and quickly paced onwards past doors to unlit labs.

“I don't think he can hear us.” Marcus' voice had an urgency to it, but it lurked close behind Hal, waiting just over his shoulder.

The placard to the next room read '409 – Geology Lab'. Hal didn't read the text so much as sense it, his eyes focused on the searing white orb of light that hid just on the other side. He pushed the door open, and the ceiling lights automatically turned on as a sensor detected motion inside the room.

Hal marched forward and came to rest in front of a long and deep work table. The light was coming from the center of a stone slab that lay in the middle of the workspace. Hal couldn't resist now that he was this close. He reached for the light, extending taloned fingers towards the source of his fixation... and touched only sandy, coarse stone. He blinked. This wasn't right.

“Hal.” Marcus' hand firmly gripped one shoulder, and his forceful voice shook Hal out of his power. He blinked again, drawing a ragged breath as he adjusted back to normal light.

“Wha?” Hal looked bewildered, but it quickly became clear what he was actually looking at. The stone tablet in question was a fossil, roughly one arms length wide and fairly thick. Visible on the surface was the well preserved fossil of two ryuu-nekos, partially entangled with one another in the shape of a rough circle. One appeared to have his jaws around the neck of the other, as if they had died together, still locked in combat. The entire fossil was not yet exposed, and there was clear evidence that the caretakers of this fossil had been slowly chipping and brushing away to reveal the remainder.

Miri saw the fossil and gasped in surprise, taken aback by the sight. Vanir spoke, an uncharacteristically unnerved quality weaved among her words. “What is this?”

“It's here. It has to be here.” Hal's tail flicked its tongue at the center of the circle between the two ancient creatures, kicking up a tiny cloud of dust as it tasted for his target. He looked around and found a miniature hammer and chisel sitting to one side of the table. He snatched up the tools and tapped away at the area where he remembered seeing the meteor-light. Normally fossil cleanup was a very slow and delicate process, but Hal perhaps was using a bit too much force, and after only the 7th or 8th tap, a large flake of rock chipped away, revealing beneath a dark and other-worldly core.

The second meteor.

“There it is!” Marcus eagerly watched as Hal continued to reveal it with the hammer and chisel, eventually freeing it from its prehistoric prison of rock and bone. “They must not have realized it was hiding within. I can't believe they came that close without feeling it.”

“Maybe only certain people can sense the meteor remotely.” Miri offered a hesitant theory, but her fear was tangible now. “Were those ryuu-nekos fighting over it?” She was struggling to hold back tears. “They died... battling over this?”

Everyone was leaning in close now to get a better look. Hal liberated the meteor from one last fragment of rock, and pried it free, holding the cold familiar weight in one hand. It was maybe the size of a grapefruit, and already tiring the one arm that held it tight. It reflected almost no light, appearing in the sterile walls of the geology lab to be almost as black as black could be. It leeched heat from his fingertips and palm with all too eager tenacity.

Marcus reached over and took the meteor from Hal's grasp, beaming with delight as he held it for himself. “Finally....” He wrapped one arm around his brother, giving him a tight hug. “I knew I could count on you, Hal. I always knew we were brought back together for a reason.”

“What in the world is going on in here!!!!”

A sharp alarmed voice startled them all from behind. Hal couldn't stop himself from instinctively jumping in surprise. Vanir and Dubs spun and drew their weapons in a flash, pointing them towards the unwelcome intruder.

“Doctor Kincaid!!!” Miri called out, relief intermingling with surprise. It was none other than their old mentor, who had just unfortunately stumbled into something he was never meant to see.

“Oh dear!” The aging cardinal gasped in surprise as weapons were pointed at him, and he held up his arms in surrender. His crimson feathers were fading in many places from deep red to a pale pink or even white, betraying his advanced age. He noticed his students not long after the weapons. “Miriel!? Halcyon!? You're alive!?”

Miri rushed forward, heedless of the danger, and engulfed the old bird in an emotional, tear-filled hug. “Oh, Miriel my dear, when you didn't return I feared the worst! We thought you had a terrible accident, falling from a cliff or getting swept up in an avalanche! We searched and searched, but never found you! I'm so glad to see that you're alive!!!”

“Step away from him, Miri.” Vanir interrupted the reunion with a sharp command. “Now.”

“No!” She defiantly held her ground, holding her arms out in a shielding gesture. “I won't let you hurt him! I won't let you hurt any more people!!!!”

“Dubs.”

The bear grabbed Miri with one massive hand and yanked her away, tossing her back like a weightless ragdoll.

“Nooo!!!” Miri screamed in desperation, but was powerless to stop from being torn away. She fell to the ground and slid across the waxed floor, coming to rest at Hal's feet.

“Get in the way again and I'll shoot you.”

“Hey!!!” Hal and Kincaid protested in unison, both angry at the manhandling. The old professor huffed himself up in indignation, still looking impossibly small in comparison to Dubs. “Stop this at once! Who are you people!? What in the world are you doing here? I demand to know what's going on!” He turned to Hal, anger and bewilderment clear as day. “Hal, who are these people?!”

“Doctor-”

“Hal, shut up.” Marcus pointed his own pistol in Hal's direction as a warning. “No one can know we were here.”

“What?” Kincaid took a half step back, holding his hands even higher in the air. The atmosphere was beginning to feel like fear and smell like panic itself.

“You can't just kill him Marcus!”

“Don't say my name, you idiot!”

Vanir's voice grew taut, to the very edge of breaking. “Now we have no choice.”

“No! Don't do this!” Miri was hysterical.

Dubs aimed his springer at Kincaid's skull.  

“WAIT.” Marcus cut through the mania with one authoritative word. Everyone held their breath as an odd silence fell upon the room. Marcus turned his yellow and gray eyes from Kincaid to Dubs, who stood like a statue, frozen in time one moment away from pulling the trigger.

“No mess.”

Dubs nodded, and the hysteria was set back in motion. Setting aside his pistol, Dubs marched up to Kincaid and with an engulfing grasp wrestled the old man to the floor, squeezing fingers around the small neck as he strangled him in a display of complete and brutal violence.

Miri screamed at the terrible sight unfolding before them, and Hal stopped her from running out by grabbing her and holding her close, pressing her head tight against his chest so she couldn't see. She wailed and sobbed at the top of her lungs, which was the only sound Hal could hear over the entire horrifying act.

A halo appeared over Dubs' head as the bear activated his own power, and arcs of blue electricity funneled down his arms and into his hands, where it delivered an intense electric shock into his victim. Kincaid spasamed  and convulsed beneath the onslaught, and at that point even Hal had to turn away to stop himself from having the entire murder indelibly burned into his memory.

It wasn't long before the deed was done, and the air started to smell a little bit like burnt hair. Miri couldn't stop crying. Save for her, the room was now dead quiet. Hal continued to hold her close, his back still turned to the aftermath.

“What now, Arch?” Dubs asked, his booming voice emerging without a hint of guilt or regret.

Marcus sounded disgusted and disappointed. “Hide the body in one of the closets. Then get ready to move out.” Hal heard the sound of something being dragged along the floor as his brother sighed in frustration. “What a fucking disaster....”

[End Chapter 18]
This chapter ended up almost twice as long as my average length, hence the moderate delay in posting. Actually tagged this one with a mature warning due to some violence so if you aren't able to view it here on dA, you can find it on Fanfiction.net

I really enjoyed this chapter for the variety it gave me to explore some new characters, debate ideals, and have tension and action as well. The snowball is now beginning to roll down that hill, ladies and gentlemen. It cannot be stopped. 

I always welcome anyone's feedback, now more than ever as I bring us into the decisive and defining moments of the story. Sharing this tale is very important to me, and I want you all to know that I appreciate your time and attention more than I can express.

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