Chapter 1 Short Story

Leomon withdrew his sword. Tail Red matched his movements, reaching behind her back and sliding out two gleaming, scarlet blades.

First it started when she went to the high-end car shop on Hastings Boulevard. They had a deal where for only five-thousand dollars, you could rent any car for a month. Taking advantage of the deal, she decided to rent a Ferrari. It was white with a black top, and comfortable seating. Might as well drive in style for a month, Lauren had thought that at a time. But now, she really wanted to ride in style forever.

“This is it,” Theron said, leaning against the holotable. Everything had been powered down and packed up. All that was left was to pile onto their ships and go their separate ways. Theron had a shuttle standing by, a simple, one-manned vessel to deliver him to his mother’s command ship.

Xion emerged from the dark portal into an alley. 'It's super quiet...' Wasking out of the alley, she found day that the main square outside of the Collisuem was empty. 'Where is everyone?' She wondered.

Kylo had returned to his sanctum, his personal quarters. A great many thoughts and emotions were swirling around in the Commander's mind. Far more than he could voice in a single conversation. He was excited beyond words to have finally found a way to destroy the Rebellion, excited to see just how strong Zyra were and could be. But all of that excitement were overshadowed by other emotions, new emotions. Desire. Lust. Attraction. New emotions that had surfaced only hours previous, when he felt the warmth of another being finding it's way to his very core. Just being near his new apprentice sent shivers down his spine. It fueled him, fueled his power. He could feel himself more powerful now than yesterday just because of a few short but

“The next moment they were in the shed, walking past the long line of stalls, when suddenly Nelly heard her father cry out: We've got him, sheriff! Block the door!”

From the moment George rolled up in the car next to him, John knew that this night wasn’t going to end well for him.

She stood in front of the fire with a Bud Light in her hand. Her hair was piled on top of her head, golden strands falling around her face. She and Hannah no longer seemed like twins. Her eyes were blue, her nose small and pointed. Hannah had the same dark eyes as Jake’s and round cheeks as if she hadn’t lost all of her baby fat.

''What are we going to do?'' Panicked Cisco, helplessly looking in horror the Dominator's ship slowly, but surely going down. ''Can't you use the ship's tracker to keep it away from Earth? Long enough to get inside?'' He quickly inquired to Sara.

And your gift for the wedding will be your stepbrother’s broken body. Lock her in here with the rest of them!” Demitri said to his clan. He let go of Anna and walked away to the rear of the cathedral. “And release all of the Ikarus prisoners!”

“Believe it or not kid, I’ve been looking out for you,” Cide said. Femca shook her head.

Tyler frowned as he walked down the dark, isolated streets and moved closer to Josh.

“Okay, you are dismissed, if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate, come straight to me.”

The moment Atmas appeared near the massive energy signature that had entered his realm; he felt another large one erupt into existence. Curious, he faded into a breeze and flowed towards the source of the two powers, wafting behind a rock he materialized and looked at the source. A smirk spread on his face as he saw his friend standing at the edge of a small circle of rocks, facing away. Atmas didn’t know why he didn’t recognize his friend’s signature; he figured it must have been too mixed up with his friend’s opponent. “Good of you to join us, Wind God”, the intruder said, “I don’t know why you’re cowering behind that rock while you let your guards do your fighting.”

“Hey, Kat, I have an idea of where to look first.’’ Kat looked at me with her worried eyes and I told her my plan. “We can first check Salim’s favourite place to go,” I said. We ran around the corner and down the street to the nursing home where our great uncle Frederick resided. We burst into Frederick’s castle-like room and tore it up like a bull would in a china shop. Salim didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, but neither did Frederick. He could barely even walk, let alone escape his room. We called Frederick’s son Sebastian to see if he knew.