Infirmary, Thunder Institute - Thunder City
As an angel battled one of hell's horsemen, screams could be heard. His comrades had fallen, this creature, possessed by hell itself would not fall. But that would not stop the Changeling, the Collector, the man once known as Kyle Hargrove. He moved forward, trading blows with the Colony, one of the most powerful entities ever to walk the earth, or any known planet, giving the children a chance to escape. With the grace of a cat, the Changeling’s large gray built moved across the room, keeping one step ahead of his enemy at all times. He had to, or the fight would have ended before it had begun. A small gap appeared on the palms of the Colony’s top two hands, a silk like fluid shot out, knocking the sword from the Changeling’s hands, leaving his defenseless. The Colony used this opportunity to strike at the Changeling, hitting him in multiple spots at once, never giving the hero a second to regroup. The Changeling attempted to form four extra hands, but it was too late, the Colony had him right where he wanted him. More of the silk-like web shot out, holding the Changeling tightly to the ground.
Any last words Angel?
The Changeling smiled, the glow of his eyes spoke volumes, “Look behind you asshole…”
As the Colony slowly turned his huge body, he was bombarded with energy blasts, sound waves, lasers, solid light, spikes, bone and about every throw-able weapon possible courtesy of the students of the Thunder Institute.
Lesson # 2; never leave a teammate or friend behind if you have the power to help.
The villain was knocked through the steel floor, crashing back toward the subbasement where he was “born”. The Changeling freed himself and signed for the children to escape through the portal. He knew that the Colony would only be down for a short amount of time, and that they had to escape while they could.
A few moments passed.
The Colony once again ripped through the thick steel, but this time, he found the room was empty.
NOOOOOoooooooooooooo
Panicking, the creature ripped through wall after wall searching for anyone. Finally, he reached Jack’s office, where he had left Pete, the room was empty. Furious, he threw his arms into the air, and screamed an unholy howl that could be heard throughout the city.
Meeting Room, MBL HQ – Power River
The Changeling regrouped with Gooz and Daniel. Little Pete was at Gooz’s side, clutched onto his real mother, who was unconscious. Vapor stood behind the Changeling.
Vapor: The children are ok, I sent them to the HQ’s subbasement as asked. That was close.
Gooz: Good job. Changeling, nice distraction, it gave me just enough time to slip through a portal and retrieve Pete.
Close by, Jesse was holding his teammate and friend, Howard’s hand. Blood was pouring from an open wound on his chest. Grover and Andy also gathered around their fallen friend, tears in their eyes.
Howard: Once a Warrior, always a Warrior…
With those last words, Howard, the once leader of the Warriors was dead.
Gooz hit a button on a close by panel. The huge steel walls split apart, creating a large window that looked over Thunder City. Gooz could feel the darkness, the X, within his body ripping at his soul, that’s how he knew it was time.
Gooz: It’s time…
For a few moments, peace covered the city, no sound, no light, almost like the gentle slumber of a child. Below this huge city, which was populated by millions, thousands of spiders created by the darkness were finally in position. Another earthquake rocked the city creating huge gaps across the land, from underground, gigantic masses of shadows ripped high into the air, replacing buildings and killing by the dozens. In the middle of the city, straight across from the Citadel, a castle formed high in the air, matching the side of the MBL’s home. The city had been turned, replaced with that of an unholy nature. The remaining citizens fled for their lives as an army of shadow demons, zombies, skeletons and the undead was formed. The army marched straight for the Citadel, with two objectives; obtain Peter McLebovich and kill all others.
Gooz: It’s time!
