MXR Act 2

(Once again in the ominous realm of nowhere, Mig was seen floating around, with a bundle of white wrap strapped around him, exposing his whitish, long hair, with dark brown strips spreading across it; small laughs came from him, and he swung around, laughing louder).

Mig: I'm gonna...kill you...(laughing) you're going to die, Terox. YOU'RE. GOING. TO. DIE.

(The white wrap came off Mig gradually, and blood was streaming out of his eyes, as he laughed; he rubbed his arms, which bared no gauntlets, and he breathed heavily).

(Terox teleported in behind Mig, with his arms angrily crossed; a walkway manifested itself, rising over to Mig, whom was floating; Terox walked along it, his hands behind his back; Mig snapped his neck back, laughing, and looking at him).

Mig: OH LOOK WHO IT IS! Man of the freaking hour, how're you doing?

(Terox clasped his hand around his mouth, and seemingly zipped it shut; Mig groaned, and tapped his mouth, but found no use in doing so; the white wrap reappeared, and flung itself over Mig, squeezing him in a cocoon).

Terox: Will I die now? That's what I thought.

(Mig shook his head, and then glowed all around; the wrap disappeared, and his mouth was fine; Terox turned around, bewildered).

Mig: Yes. You will.

Terox: Sigh, why do you even try? You have nothing, literally, nothing. Your gauntlets are gone, Dan is locked out of his body, you're about to die, and--

Mig: SHUT UP ALREADY. You've kept me here long enough. Let's actually fight.

(Terox laughed wildly, and then zoomed over at Mig, slapping him; his laughing face duplicated around Mig, growing largely; he squinted, and then covered his ears).

Mig: (screaming) STOP.

Terox: You'd like that, wouldn't you? I've been waiting an entire year for this, actually a little longer than a year. First me, then you.

(Mig glared up at Terox, blood still pouring out of his punctured eyes; he winced with the pain, and then felt the white wrap come over him again).

Mig: I don't...want to see the images again. I've seen them ENOUGH.

Terox: We all must accept ourselves for who we are, and accept our past. It's what defines us.

Mig: I ALREADY HAVE. THIS IS BULLSHIT!

(Terox quickly glared over at Mig, glowing furiously; Mig bit his lip until it bled).

Mig: Do it. Come on. Do it. Kill me. Yeah, I'm accepting that alright. DO. IT.

(Terox stopped glowing, and then narrowed his eyes; he slammed his hand onto Mig's forehead, and fixed his eyes; Mig blinked furiously, and saw a few images cloud his vision).

Terox: You're a nuisance, asshole.

(He swiped his hand off Mig's forehead, and Mig fell silent, looking downwards; Terox spat raw energy at him, and then the black platform began to crack, as he walked back down it).

Terox: Soon, Mig, you won't have to worry about anything anymore. You've already lost, and you will keep losing, until you lose yourself.

Mig: I will kill you. Again. And. Again. And. AGAIN. For as long as it takes for you to die, I will. And the last sight of your life will be me triumphing over your corpse.

(Terox grinned, and continued walking; the Transmundane symbol appeared, and opened up, glowing all around).

Terox: Earth will be pretty fun shortly. You should come. Oh, wait, darn, that's right...

(Mig snickered at this, and glanced over at the portal; he flipped off Terox, and then saw as Terox entered it; he caught a glimpse of Soledad from within, seeing fire and destruction everywhere).

(Just as the portal was about to close, another one opened next to it; a hand entered it, followed by a body; the Transmundane portal had closed up after this; intrigued, Mig turned completely over to face it, and walked down the pathway, and it began breaking as he walked towards the body that had entered).

Mig: Is that...?

(Mig walked over to the body, noticing that it was Dan's; he knelt down to get a good look, and saw Dan's head instantly stare up at him, with black eyes).

Mig: Apakolipse, right?

(Apakolipse immediately zoomed upwards, squeezing his hand around Mig's throat, and noticed Mig did not hesitate, or struggle to breathe; he was confused, and frustrated).

Mig: I'd like...to make a compromise...

(Apakolipse narrowed his eyes, and let go, emitting an angry puff of air; he looked down at him).

Apakolipse: I'll oblige this once.

FLASHBACK

(The city was completely eradicated; smoke filled the skies, making it impossible to see what was beneath; buildings collapsed right and left, and people began to riot on the streets; waves of gunfire erupted).

(From a far distance, atop a hill, a glimpse of Mig was shown, watching over the utter chaos erupting in the city; he had cuts across his clothes, and wore the new watch around his wrist; he looked in horror, fear, anxiety, at what had happened; he swallowed hard, and bit down on his lips hard, trembling, and fighting back tears, as he watched a baby being shot to death).

Mig: I...I caused all of this?

(Dan walked over to him, patting his hand on his shoulder; Dan's home, burning, was seen behind him, as well as a couple of dead bodies; he looked down at the destruction, and sighed heavily, turned away).

Dan: This isn't your doing. You had to stop Ry...Kurss, and the others.

Mig: Did I really, though? Something happened to me. I had this...this hallucination, almost, where I see different versions of me, struggling.

Dan: That was Kurss, and you know it.

Mig: Was he trying to...help me?

(Dan sniffled, and rubbed his nose; he looked down at the fire, and saw a building beginning to collapse, as people rioted and screamed, running away from the flow of debris and dust).

Dan: I can't answer that. We need to leave, right now. Can you just...

Mig: (gripping his wrist, sighing) I don't want to. Tekk gave it to me, yes, but it doesn't feel right anymore. Look what it did. Look what I did.

(Dan looked around to find a car in sight, however found no such luck in doing so; he rubbed his forehead, and felt his veins thumbing; he sighed, and stumbled a bit; Mig turned).

Mig: Are you okay? Look, um...how about I die? Kill me?

Dan: NO. Mig...stop. You didn't...(huffing) cause this...give me some space.

(Dan gripped his temples, and yelled out in agony; Mig looked around, seeing some rioters turn their attention towards him and Dan; they laughed, and licked their lips, bloodthirsty).

Mig: (sighing) Oh, no...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan got up, but quickly fell back down, crying now from the pain).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Voice: (whispery) Daniel.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The surroundings began to dissipate, and everything turned white and black; Dan sat on his knees in a field of black-like grass, in the resources of his mind; wind began to pick up; he looked around, and breathed heavily).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Voice: (laughing) I can finally speak to you.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Suddenly, everything turned black, and the grass turned white; a spotlight ran down from nowhere, revealing a black and purple figure, wearing armor around its chest, a helmet with two spikes, and armor around his wrists; it held a large stave, which was also purple and black).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: (bewildered) Who...what...?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Figure: It's completely understandable that you don't recognize me. But I recognize you, oh, so much do I recognize you. Daniel Rivers.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan began to sweat, and he looked down, weakly; he tried to raise his body upwards, but chains animated around him, holding him down; the figure walked over to him).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Figure: LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The figure snapped its fingers, and Dan's neck, uncontrollably, snapped forward, staring; the figure walked over to him, revealing itself to be a Celestialsapien, an omnipotent being).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Figure: I've been...with you...sharing your body, your resources, memories, everything, with you, for YEARS. Ever since you were a child. Do you not remember the experience?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: (scared) No, no, I don't! What are you!?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Figure: Apakolipse is my name. Terox...he deceived me, used me, betrayed me, and with that, I ended up with you. I've been trying to get control, and now I have it.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan shook, and the chains around him disappeared; he began to float upwards, as Apakolipse grew immensely, holding Dan in his left hand, pulling him up to his emotionless face; he narrowed his eyes, and scoffed).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Apakolipse: I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to kill him, and then--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: STOP IT. Look, can we have a...compromise, at least?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Apakolipse: (wildly laughing) COMPROMISE!? Bitch, are you insane? You must think you are. Right now, Mig doesn't need you, and yes, I know quite literally everything about Mig.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: You're wrong.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Apakolipse: Let's stop arguing.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: Fine, then you won't gain control. I tried, but it looks to me like you want--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Apakolipse squeezed Dan tightly in his hand; Dan gasped with lack of air, and spewed out blood; he pushed with his arms and legs to lessen the tightness of Apakolipse's strength; Apakolipse laughed, and then threw Dan into the air).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Apakolipse: YOUR TIME IS UP. IT'S HIGH TIME I HAVE A LITTLE FUN, YOU KNOW?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan looked at himself, and saw cracks beginning to form on him; he struggled, however he began to trimuph).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: (boldly) NO.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(He stopped flying back, and the cracks stopped growing on him; Apakolipse turned to him, and stared wildly; he began to shrink).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Apakolipse: No? The hell? Don't you want to kill Terox?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: He is killed, dumb ass, and you aren't taking control over me. Especially not now. HE NEEDS ME MORE THAN EVER. You wouldn't get that.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The surroundings began to turn white once more, and the ground black; Apakolipse shrunk to a normal size, and fell to his knees, weak).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Apakolipse: Fine. For now, go ahead. Go fucking ahead. Go wild. I warn you, though: he is not killed. Looks can be deceiving, and you don't know him like I do. Or what he's planning to do. This is your fault.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan looked at him for a long while, and then turned away).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: Leave. I'm done with you, trash.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Mig, in a helpless state, lay against a tree, sitting by Dan; he was sobbing into his jacket sleeves, and holding a sharp tree branch up to his wrist, trembling; he pushed it against his wrist, but then stopped himself; he rubbed his hair back, and sniffled, and then looked over at Dan, who looked dead).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Dan...I...have nothing anymore.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(A group of people reached the top of the cliff, waving guns around, and aiming directly at Mig; they looked in pure paranoia and fear, and shook around, crazily; Mig felt the tension in the air, and he inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes; he exhaled and opened them, and then pulled himself up, raising his arms out).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Do it, then. You want to, right?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Woman: N-N-o, I don't. I...(sniffling) butchered my own SON. Do you know what that's like?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Ma'am, I--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Man: Look, what the hell are we supposed to do? Rely on the mayor? That won't really work anymore. He was murdered.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: As backwards as he actually was, I--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Man #2: WHAT THE HELL? SCREW THIS!

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Mig turned his attention to the particular man, who cocked his shotgun, and put the barrel directly into his mouth; his eyes widened, and the man pulled the trigger, staring directly at him; his corpse fell down, with blood exploding out of his head).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">People: Oh, my Lord...Jesus...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Mig covered his mouth, and blinked, fighting back tears; he backed away, and tripped over Dan, falling and hitting his head back onto the ground; his hearing became fuzzy as he did so).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Mig (mentally): Maybe...maybe that guy was right. What the hell...? Why live in this chaos any longer? What is the point on living anymore? I killed my own father, I killed many people, I witnessed my girlfriend punched to death, I witnessed my best friend die in front of me, and now my uncle...''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(He raised his arm into the air, and then formed his hand into a fist, punching himself hard in the chest; he began to cough, and did so a few more times, before giving up and crying a bit; he saw Dan towering over him, rubbing his eyes).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: MIG, IT'S ME. I'M NOT DEAD. MIG?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Mig narrowed his eyes to see if they weren't deceiving him; he coughed once more, with some blood coming out, but not a whole lot; Dan wiped his mouth, and pulled him up by the shoulders, waving his hand in his face; he hugged Mig tightly, and looked around).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: (crying) Don't...don't ever leave me, okay? You're all I have left. We can't leave each other. Not now, not ever.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The crowd behind Dan and Mig began to grow uneasy, and start to scream again; Mig and Dan turned around, and then spotted a rush of cars zooming down a road away from the city).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: They're leaving?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Man #1: We all are leaving. Just waiting for you two to shut up already. I'm human, alright, so I'm offering to take you two with me.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: (brushing past Mig) And who are you?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Man #1: Sly. Sly Shreen. Look, I gotta truck, which can seat around six people. My daughter is in it, and I have enough room for you two, and of course whatever luggage I can scavenge. Plus...I don't trust these people much. I'm also the head of the investigation agency here, so you can trust me.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: I guess there really aren't many to trust. Thank you, but we're good.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Um, no, we aren't good. The house is on fire, and your car is...yeah.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan rubbed his forehead, and then turned to Sly; he nodded, and Sly nodded back, motioning the two over to his truck, which was sitting on the side of the roadway below the hill; Mig and Dan followed, Dan reluctantly, and they reached the truck; the back door smacked open, and a girl stepped out, wearing a coat, and had scrapes on her cheeks, and a hole in her jeans).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sly: Good thing you woke up. I'm inviting two of them with us. Oh, by the way, your names are...?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: I'm Daniel, that's Mig...uel. Call him Mig.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Yeah, thanks, I have a mouth, but yeah, he got it mostly summed up.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Mig and Shiar glanced at each other, and she half smiled, looking down; she rubbed her foot on the grass, and then brushed her hair to the side; Mig walked over to her, and held his hand out).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Hi, Shiar, right?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shiar: Ohhhh, don't even try pulling a move on me. (scoffing) Loser...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: I wasn't. I recently lost my girlfriend, so...I mean...I'm not that coldhearted. And I was just trying to make your acquaintance, we are riding somewhere together after all.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Shiar rolled her eyes and laughed; she climbed back into the back side of the truck, and Mig walked over to it, climbing in as well; Dan and Sly walked towards the front).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sly: You got any luggage with you?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: No. I wish. But all we have is the clothes on our--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(A flash of Apakolipse ringed in Dan's mind, followed by another; he smiled at him, and then reached his hands out).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Apakolipse (mentally): ''Say hi to Sly for me. ''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sly: You alright...?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: Yeah, yeah...just having kind of a bad night. Well, we should get going. And where are we going, exactly?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shiar: Soledad, you haven't heard? It's a neighboring city, and--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: Yes, I know of Soledad...I think someone told me about it. Should've moved there before Klemer moved in as mayor. All the crooked people in Central City...God.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan stepped into the truck, and quickly buckled himself in; he turned around to face Mig, who had his head on his knees, and was seemingly whimpering; Mig turned away and looked out the window, as Sly got in and roared up the engine).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: My home for, like...16 years. It sucks to see it go, no matter how much drama happened.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shiar: (sarcastically) Same here, but like, I don't really care. Not really going to miss Patty, anyway...or, um, mom. Totally not at all...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sly: (raising his voice) ALRIGHT, enough. Please.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Sly pressed down on the gas pedal, and swerved onto the road; the people atop the hill began to sound off gunfire, and riot once more, shooting each other as quickly as possible; the people who were leaving Central City had done so already, and were piling up in front of Sly; a couple of others followed him from behind; everyone was bent on moving to Soledad, or far away).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Goodbye, Central City.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Mig glanced down at the Gammatrix on his wrist, and sighed; Shiar glanced over at it).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shiar: The hell is that?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dan turned around, looking back at them, and then looked at Mig's wrist; he looked at Shiar, and then turned away, rolling down his sleeve).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: A stupid, piece of crap. I don't need it anymore. Dan, can we talk later?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dan: You sure?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mig: Yeah. I am.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The moon was glistening above the clean, vacant city; there were a few, tall skyscrapers rising in the eastern and western sides of the city, and a numerous amount of factories all around; there was a large lake towards the north, a bit behind some wilderness that began to creep out; a large highway extended to the northeast, leading through the forest, and away from the city; to the south, the roadway to Soledad from Central City lead into the heart of the city; there were scarce houses on the sides of the road, and a couple of cabins visible from the woods, as well as a few lake houses; there was a large, suburban area nearby downtown, where many houses resided).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Towards the west edge of the city, a large church was seen, rising high; a light was on in the front porch, and the door had opened up; a priest walked out; he wore a black gown, with a collar on, and a priest hat; he was African American; he wore a cross necklace as well, which bounced against his chest as he walked a couple of feet; he walked down the stairs of the church, and into the front of it, seeing a multitude of cars coming near the city; he smiled).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Priest: Bless you all for coming to me, Alan! I have been alone here all this time, it is so good to see people return.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(He prayed, and did the sign of the cross against his chest, and then said "amen." He smiled, walking back up the steps, and into the church once more; however, behind him, the cars suddenly halted; he stepped inside of his church, but saw that everything had suddenly went still; he looked around, curious, and then held onto his cross necklace).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Voice: What would that do? Come on, now...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Alan, the priest, looked around to see where the voice had came from, but saw nothing; he began to pray, and was immediately slapped up into the east wall; everything was made of wood and stone, and he had hit a stone part, causing it to crack, and for him to experience excrutiating pain; he fell down, groaning, and then his cross necklace broke, and fell down; he grabbed onto it).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alan: (loudly) WHO IS THERE? WHO HAS ENTERED THE HOLY PALACE?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The voice laughed demonically, which shook the entire church; he heard a large gush of wind outside, circling around the church; he grabbed onto a small bible from the back of his gown, and opened it up).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alan: In the name of the Holy Lord, I demand you leave this--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The voice manifested into a life form, which was Terox; he was very weak, and mostly made of swaying and floating energy; his eyes were visible, and the head shape, and his body continuously morphed around; he smiled, and shoved his hand straight through Alan chest; he gagged, and his eyes widened; Terox flung him back into the wall, and let him fall down).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alan: I-I-I...what...are...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: Don't worry, Father. I'm not from hell, nor am I Satan's spawn, or any of the sort. I'm my own person, yeah?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(He shoved his hand through Alan's chest again, and he spewed out a lot of blood, and coughed; his heart was still thumbing, which rang throughout his entire body, and pumped loudly in his head, almost as if it were there).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: Hush, hush. Don't make any loud noises. I need you alive.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Terox shoved his other arm into the other side of his chest, and yanked him forwards, ribbing out his arms and squeezing his shoulders tightly; he smiled).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alan: THE POWER OF C--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Terox slammed down Alan into the ground, dragging him across the church; he lunged him through a stone post, which caused the top level of the church to collapse inwards; he then slapped Alan onto the ground, and more of his body began to grow unstable, almost like gum; he stuck to all sides of the church, and his head grew more prominent).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: You're a perfect choice...the only choice, really. Now, hold still.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(He dove at the Alan, as if taking over his body; he clawed at his wounds, and the Alan screamed out in agony, and horror; he touched him with one finger, and his pupils disappeared from him; Terox jumped off, and watched; he closed his eyes shut, and they exploded open; Alan's body moved upwards, and everything on the he turned black; the blackness covered over him like oil; he stopped screaming, and red marks began to sprout out over the blackness).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Terox formed into a more humanoid condition; he gritted his teeth, smiling, as blood leaked out of the sides of his mouth; a large, red eye formed on Alan's face, and then his chest, except the chest one was much larger; he screamed out loudly, shaking the whole church, until it collapsed around him; his scream turned from a more human one into a demonic one, the more and more it rang on; he gripped his head tightly, and then suddenly stopped altogether, and looked up, dropping to his knees; his head swung forward, and he began to slowly chuckle, before unleashing a full out laugh attack).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: How...dreadful.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alan: (laughing) Dread, gotcha. Love that name. Now, if you don't mind, I just--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dread dove at Terox, screaming; he punched Terox directly in the face, and then kicked him into the sky; an appendage grew from Dread, and he painfully shouted as it did; he slammed it onto the ground, pushing him upwards towards Terox; Terox raised his hand out at Dread, and fired a concentrated beam of energy directly at him; Dread immediately dodged it, and did a flip in the air, shoving his appendage into his back, and pushing him down).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dread: That's more like it.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: You have no earthly idea.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dread looked down to see Terox, and suddenly saw him vanish; Terox appeared behind Dread, grabbing onto his appendage; he twirled around with it, twisting it into a knot, and snapping it in half, as blood poured out; he then dug his claw into his forehead, and released a wave of energy into it; Dread screamed, grabbing onto Terox, but was quickly burned by the heat emitted from him).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Terox then slammed his other head onto Dread's forehead, forcing both of them into the ground; they slammed into quite hard, causing a minor earthquake, and formed a crater, with smoke emerging from it; Terox leaned closer to Dread, and ripped his hand through his head, pulling it upwards; his forehead regenerated, and Terox smirked).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: Hello again, Dread. Will you be kinder now that you have no memory of anything except me, beating you to a pulp, and inventing you?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dread stared up at him, and groaned; he attempted to move his arms, but ultimately found not enough strength to do this).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dread: You're a...monster. That's what you are...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Terox, angrily, shoved his hand onto Dread's head again; red sparks began to emit from it, and he screamed out; the cars on the highway were still frozen solid; Terox glanced over at them, and narrowed his eyes; he saw Sly's car, with Dan, Shiar, and Mig in it; he laughed heavily, and dug his hand deeper into Dread's head, as he screamed more, and shook uncontrollably).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: (yelling) COME ON, DREAD. OBEY ME. WORSHIP ME. YOU WILL DO AS I DAMN SAY!

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dread grabbed onto his arm tightly, and Terox stopped; he glared down at Dread, and Dread pulled his arm off by force; Terox got up slowly, and began to glow all around).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: (demonically) Don't. Piss. Me. Off.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dread: I would never want to piss you off...I'll listen to you, I swear. I'll do anything for you. But, I'm a little confused...what is the Transmundane?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Terox turned around).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: The last thing I can muster before I die. It will save me, in due time, of course.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dread: What? What do you mean?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Terox turned his head to the side, and smirked; he raised his hands into the air, continuing to glow, and emitted a large, red shockwave; a red, burning circle appeared on the ground, as well as a red, bubble-like atmosphere around it; he knelt down, laying his hand in the middle of the circle).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: Don't fail me now, Kurss.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(His eyes glowed brightly, and he slammed his fist into the ground, creating another shock wave, this time it rang up around the bubble; Dread walked over to it, and touched it, but was instantly shocked; he fell down, and was paralyzed briefly).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: I implanted the blueprints of it in your memory, long-term of course. For now, Dread, be a good boy. When the time comes, get Mig, get Apakolipse to regain control, get the other two.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dread: But...Apakolipse would kill you.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: And I would kill him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(The Transmundane symbol marked itself onto the ground, with a large circle, a diamond-like shape, and four circles, each on the top, bottom, left, and right sides of it; the middle of it glowed bright red, and emitted a mist-like glow; Terox looked down at it).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: If you ever stray from your path, I will kill you. Remember this. Don't fail me. The Transmundane is my place, my palace, my realm. It will restore me to my max, and then, I will call upon you and the others to open it up. Mig must be present, remember this.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Dread nodded, and then got up, weakly; he licked his lips).

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Dread: When shall I begin?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Terox: When they arrive.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(He clapped his hands together, and the cars quickly began to resume moving; Dread watched them, and then turned towards Terox, who vanished, as well as the bubble; the symbol still burned into the ground, however the glow dissipated).

(On the highway entering into Soledad, the many cars had finally reached their destination spot; Sly, behind most of the crowd, took an exit route towards the neighborhood nearby, on the suburban side of the city; Mig looked around, and then spotted a fire at the church on the west side; he ignored it, and focused on looking forward, at the upcoming neighborhood Sly was taking them to).

Shiar: Ugh, we can't buy a house. The heck is this plan, dad?

Sly: Everyone evacuated the city a couple of years ago. It was kind of mandatory...hard to explain, but now we're repopulating. The houses are first come, first serve...for now, anyway.

Mig: This is kinda sketchy, but it works I guess.

(Dan looked around, and saw a car accident nearby; one of the cars exploded, and the other was broken into pieces; many of the cars stopped on the highway after it had happened).

Dan: This is chaos. You sure not one person is here?

Sly: Well, no. Fine, I'll explain it. There was a rumor that the Black Death was returning in this city, after many people got sick, and some died, so people left. The government ordered an evacuation of the city, fearing the worst, and so everyone dropped ship. It's Chernobyl 2.0, except it's totally safe.

(Shiar chuckled a bit under her breath, and then licked her lips; Sly entered the neighborhood, and quickly stopped at the entrance of it, seeing cars already in driveways, and people running into the homes).

Sly: LET'S GO!

(Shiar and Dan quickly jumped out of the car, and Mig felt the urge to as well, but decided to stay inside; Sly glanced over at him, and his eyes flashed with something mysterious; he shrugged it off, and got out of the car, slamming the door shut; he saw a house that Dan ran over to, and then a house that Sly and Shiar ran over to; he watched Shiar begin to break down, and start crying, and Sly angrily yelled at her).

''Mig (mentally): Guess not every family is so perfect. ''

(Mig casually walked over to the house Dan had picked, and felt something staring at him; he quickly turned around, and saw a shadow atop Sly's house; the shadow dove inside his house, and then the door slammed shut, locking behind it; Mig rubbed his eyes, and felt Dan tug at him).

Dan: Look at this amazing interior!

Mig: Yeah, um, cool. I'm going to go stop by Shiar's and make sure she's okay, and just say hi.

Dan: We literally just got here, are you serious? Mig, do you realize we can actually have a new life here? Sly can start up the investigation team again, and we can get positions.

Mig: I forgot, I wanted to talk to you. I want to...remove the Gammatrix. It's a distraction, a torture, a horror, a toy. I don't need it anymore.

Dan: (scratching his head) Mig, um, I didn't create that one, I created the other. Or rather, helped create it.

Mig: You would at least know something or two about Tekk's handcraft, right?

(Dan sighed, and then sat down on a small, pull-up sofa in the living room; the lights were off, so not much was seen inside of the room; it began to rain outside, a light drizzle).

Mig: (clicking his tongue) Fine, whatever.

(He heard a large smash from outside, and quickly turned; he sprinted towards the doorway, and looked at Sly's house, seeing the lights shut off, and a loud scream emit from it, followed by thrashing).

(Mig ran over across the street towards their household, and walked up to the doorway, banging on it with his fist; the thrashing and screaming had stopped, and the lights suddenly turned back on; he kicked the door, and accidentally broke it off its hinges; the door collapsed onto the ground, and Shiar was standing there).

Mig: Shiar? What the hell is going on here? I heard screaming, banging, everything.

(Shiar laughed, and then hugged herself tightly; she motioned him over to the living room, and Mig reluctantly followed her; he then began to feel queasy and uneasy, and put his hand against the wall, trying to reach the room).

Shiar: Come on, Mig. Come in!

Mig: Agh, my damn...head. What's going on?

(Sly emerged from the living room, and told Shiar to go inside; she giggled once more, and stepped in; Sly walked over to Mig, and grabbed onto him, and suddenly his headache went away).

Sly: Did you seriously break my damn door? Dammit!

Mig: WHAT IS GOING ON!? OKAY, I heard noises, I assumed you were hurting her. Happy now?

(Sly looked at him with disbelief, and then narrowed his eyes; he pucked up Mig, and walked outside, setting him down in front of the door).

Sly: You seem ill. It might be just all the anxiety and stress from today. Go back to bed, nothing happened here, aside you breaking down my door.

(Mig's vision became blurry, and he fell to his knees; Sly put up his door, and attached the hinges back on it, and then shut it; the shadowy figure left the home as soon as the door had shut, and stared down at Mig).

Figure: Ah...there we are. We'll meet soon.

(The figure, Dread, put his fingers on Mig's eyelids, and closed them tightly, and his heartbeat had slowed down, thumping in his head).

(Dan quickly ran over to him, pulling him upwards; he shook his head around, and slapped him around, which caused him to regain consciousness after losing it for a split second; he got up on his own two legs, and brushed dust and dirt off of his pants; he breathed heavily, looking at the ground, trying not to faint again; Dan patted his back, and then looked at the Shreen household, seeing the lights shut off again).

Mig: Something's freaking going on in there. I swear, there's some kind of--

Dan: (yelling) ENOUGH. GO TO BED RIGHT NOW. I've had it, okay!? HAD IT. I can understand being stress, anxious even, but holy shit, I'm done for today.

(Mig sighed heavily, and rubbed his forehead; he stumbled over to his house, and began to walk inside, and then stopped himself).

Mig: Is this house even furnished?

Dan: Of course, don't you remember? It was evacuated. No one had time to tidy up and pack their things and go. They literally left.

Mig: Something about his story is off.

Dan: JUST...go to bed. I'll be there in a moment. I need to apologize for your stunt.

(Mig stepped inside of his home, and slammed the door shut; he felt woozy, and quickly fell onto the ground, before even moving another foot; Dan watched from outside, seeing Mig fall down, and he stomped at the ground, yelling out in a fit of rage).

Dan: (loudly) DAMMIT! AGH! WHY? SCREW YOU WORLD, SCREW EVERYTHING. HOLY CRAP! DAMMIT! DAMN EVERYTHING TO HELL.

(He knelt down on his knees, crying, and punching at the concrete road beneath him; suddenly, the door to the Shreen household exploded open, causing Dan to turn his head, curious; Sly stepped outside, and looked down at Dan; Dan felt a pressure arise in his head, and he gripped it, groaning).

Sly: Hello, Daniel, what are you doing?

(Dan tried to move up, however Sly raised his hand, and threw his hand downwards; Dan mimicked the same thing, and his body fell downwards; he struggled).

Dan: I--

Sly: Shhhhhhhh, my daughter is trying to sleep, as well as your son. We're men, right? Let's just have a civil conversation. Do you want to know why I chose you and Mig to come with me, of all people, and to this city?

Dan: Be...cause...

Sly: No, it was a RHETORICAL QUESTION, DAMMIT!

(Sly's eyes glowed a tealish color, and a field began to surround Dan; his eyes glowed the same color, and he floated into the air, as his entire body was locked up).

Sly: I'm sorry, I'm bipolar. It happens sometimes...anyway, as I was saying, I know both of you well. Miguel Rivers, wielder of this "Gammatrix," killed his own father, watched as his mother died, yadda yadda yadda. Then there's you. You have quite the history, Daniel. But I don't want Daniel.

Dan: (groaning) Apakolipse, right?

Sly: (laughing) A PLUS FOR YOU, BUDDY! Yes, I want him.

(Shiar quickly ran to the doorway, looking at her father, and at Daniel; she screamed, covering her mouth as she did so, realizing her mistake; Sly turned his head around, and angrily yelled; he turned back to Dan).

Sly: Forget everything.

(He released Dan, and flung him towards his home, where he slammed up against the door, and was instantly knocked out; Sly walked over to Shiar, furiously; Shiar ran back into the house, slamming the door shut, and locking it tightly; Sly banged on it only once, and realized what she had done; he began to laugh a tad, and blinked hard).

Sly: Mommy isn't here to save you anymore, Shiar. There's no point in shunning me, or rather locking me out, anymore, is there? OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!

(Shiar, leaning against a wall nearby the doorway; she wiped away tears on her eyes, and felt the vibration of the door being banged upon once more).

Shiar: LEAVE. GO. I don't want to be like you!

(Sly stopped banging on the door, and he sighed, leaning up against it; he pulled out a clip from his pocket, and began to jiggle it through the knob, attempting to break in; Shiar got up quickly, and breathed increasingly high).

Shiar: I said GO!

(Sly kicked the door with all of his might, out of pure frustration; the door broke in two, and he stepped inside, with his tongue perched upwards against his top lip; his eyebrows narrowed, and he cocked a smile).

Sly: Daddy's little girl is damn right.

Shiar: (shaking her head) What do you get out of torturing people like that!? Just because you can? Just because Dread came in here and said so? Just because Terox made you kill MOM?

(Sly slapped Shiar abruptly, and she toppled down onto the floor; she attempted pulling herself upwards, but Sly slammed her down; she yelped).

Sly: Don't you ever bring up your mother like that again, you hear me? I loved that woman, but if you were in my shoes, you'd see what kind of threat she posed towards us. Towards the plan. Sure, he convinced me to do a few things here and there, spring cleaning, but it's for a better cause. Dread is his messenger, his "son," if you will. We may actually have a shot at being Gods, anything we want.

Shiar: You...you aren't my father. What happened to you? You used to be so (swallowing) so caring, so considerate, so thoughtful, so loving.

(Sly laughed, and then shoved his hands into his pockets, fidgeting around; he looked up at the ceiling, and reminisced).

Sly: Men change, you know this well. We adapt, we control, that's in our nature. War and strength and power define what a man truly is, and that's what I'm gearing up for. As my daughter, I want to take you with me. Show you what it's like to win, to succeed, to have power over everything and everyone.

(He held up his daughter by the shoulders, and knelt down on one knee to match her height, as he was around 6'4").

Sly: I killed your mom, I killed Patty, but I didn't kill you. Does that mean nothing to you?

Shiar: NO, IT DOESN'T! You killed everyone I loved, dad! EVERYONE. And for what? Being a pawn in a twisted chess match?

Sly: You don't...get it.

Shiar: OH, trust me, dad, I do get it. Look, I don't have your abilities, your mind control, Dan's dark side, Dread's...whatever he can do, exactly. I don't have that. You can't give anything to me. I want to be a human, dad. I don't care about being a God, I just want to be here, living in the moment.

(Sly frowned angry, and slapped her again; she fell onto the ground, and felt her swollen, red cheek; he walked over her, and into the living room).

Sly: Why did I ever save such a weakling like you?

(Shiar looked into the living room, and tears began to stream down her cheeks; she fell onto her back, and looked up, as her eyes were clouded with tears).

(Almost two months after the Central City citizens had made their residence in Soledad, it was then time to find jobs, create jobs, etc; Sly, being the head of the private investigation unit of the CCPD, had done the same with the Soledad Police Department; the precinct is shown, a large, brick building, with many signs on it, a vast parking space and garage, and many shows nearby; Mig and Dan were walking towards the entryway, with Dan wearing a black suit, black tie, and Mig wearing his casual outfit, however an orange shirt, and darker jeans).

(Dan and Mig entered the precinct, and looked around; many officers were seen walking around, as well as a few investigators; they made their way to the front desk, where a lady with medium-length, red hair, in a dark navy skirt sat; she had a multi-colored scarf hung around her neck, and red, glistening lipstick; she smiled).

Lady: Hello, welcome to the Soledad Precinct! Do you have an appointment?

Dan: Yeah, we have a job interview scheduled at 8 AM. Daniel Rivers, and Miguel Rivers.

(The lady nodded, and began typing on her computer; she clicked enter, and found their appointments scheduled; she turned back toward Dan, and took a look at him for five seconds, then laughed).

Lady: Sorry, sir. Yeah, so, you'll both be meeting with Sly Shreen down the hall and to the left. I believe...Miguel, is first. You can go in now, he has nothing planned.

(Mig nodded, and began walking down the hallway; he turned to Sly's office, and saw the door locked, and the blinds closed; he knocked on it twice, and got not response).

Mig: Hello? Sly? It's me, Mig. Here for that interview we discussed, like, all of last month?

(He heard a couple of noises coming from inside, followed by a female yelling "shit!;" curious, he knocked once more, and felt the door unlock, and a woman walk out; her shirt had been uneven, as well as her hair; she smiled at Mig, and quickly left the office; Mig stepped in slowly after her).

Mig: Um...did I interrupt something...?

(Sly tied his tie around his neck, and sat down at his chair, fixing the length of his pants, as well as his buckle; he smiled, and then motioned Mig to sit down in front of him).

Mig: How professional.

Sly: Shut up, kid. Anyway, you're here around...23 minutes early. Why is that?

Mig: Well, the lady at the front desk told me to come over here now. I'm sure that won't be an issue, right? Sorry, if it is, I can leave now. You seem to be unprepared as it is.

(Sly cleared his throat, and rubbed his forehead).

Sly: No, no, let's have it now. This would be your first job, correct?

(Mig nodded).

Sly: Okay, and what in the world would interest you enough to want to become a private investigator? You seem like a premature little shit, to be honest. I've heard enough bullcrap from you these past two months.

Mig: Hey, "mister," I would appreciate if you didn't cuss me out. I already have two things I can use to get you a red slip, so do you wanna test me, or give me this job?

(Sly leaned back in his chair for a moment, and then smirked).

Sly: Blackmail, aye? I like it. I think you'd be a good fit. I just need you to sign a few contracts, of course, and then tell your uncle I'd like to meet him. As soon as possible.

(Mig nodded, and grabbed the files from Sly's desk; he exited his room, and turned towards the front of the precinct; he saw the lady and Dan kissing behind her desk, and rolled his eyes; he walked towards the front desk, and knocked on it loudly; Dan pulled himself up).

Dan: The hell? You're already done?

Mig: He said I'm a natural. Your turn, pimp.

(Dan angrily looked at him, and then turned to the lady, smiling and waving at her; he quickly walked down the hallway towards Sly's office, and shut the door behind him; Mig laughed, and saw the lady rise up).

Mig: And you are?

Lady: Oh! Right, you just saw me and your uncle kind of kissing. My name's Monica. Monica Albright. Part-time desk clerk here, and my other job is a physicatrist.

(Mig nodded, and raised his hand out to shake it; she obliged, and then awkwardly looked back down, facing her computer; she checked the time on her watch).

(He walked around the office, and spotted Shiar inside one of the rooms, with her earbuds in, and holding her phone; he stepped inside, and ripped out her earbuds, much to her surprise; she angrily whacked him, and he sat down next to her).

Mig: Hello to you, too.

Shiar: Hey, you're the one who ripped out my earbuds, ya doof. Why are you here, anyway?

Mig: I got a job, thanks to your father.

(Shiar stopped smiling, and then returned back to her phone; Mig glanced at it, and saw she was reading something; she noticed, and turned her body around).

Mig: What are you doing?

Shiar: Do you know the author Jack B? Welp, I'm reading one of his novels. It's about this, like, island, where this murder has taken place, and all the people there are living in some safe zone called Zenith. The main character's name is "Sci," but that isn't his real name. They, like, won't reveal it. And then there's some guy named Snax, a woman named Marge, some guy named Brandon who lost the love of his life Speedy. It's weird, I know, but it's really cool. You should read it sometime.

(Mig looked at her, and had no reply; he opened his mouth, and then smiled).

Mig: Yeah, that's cool.

(Shiar rolled her eyes, and let out a pathetic sigh of anger from his lack of interest; she turned away, and continued reading; Mig got up, and began to walk around the room).

Mig: I, um...I've seen you and your dad fight. A lot.

(Shiar stopped reading, and sat there in silence; she turned her eyes to the side).

Mig: Sorry to bring that up. I just, wanted to make sure everything was alright, you know?

Shiar: Stop. Please, just stop. Stop trying to make a damn move, stop trying to fake being my friend and fake being interested. Leave.

Mig: Shiar, no. I am your--

(Shiar grabbed the glass lamp off the nearby table, and threw it at the wall; she screamed, and got up).

Shiar: I. SAID. LEAVE.

(On the other side of the precinct, inside of Sly's office, Dan had shut the door the behind him; Sly smiled up at him, playing around with a black pen on his desk; he motioned Dan to sit down, which he did; Dan rubbed his cheeks, and then folded his hands in his lap).

Dan: So...sorry, just a little nervous. Um, how are you doing today, s-sir?

Sly: Fine.

(Dan nodded, and looked around at the decorations around Sly's room; he looked up at a painting above Sly's desk, and then smiled).

Dan: Hey, I like that. I saw one at my house. Must be a common thing in this city, yeah?

Sly: Shut up.

(Dan nodded, and swallowed hard; Sly laughed a tad, and then pulled his chair out from his desk; he stood up, and walked over to to the windows by the sides of his office; he spouted Mig walking into the nearby room, where Shiar was, and he turned to Dan).

Sly: You know, Daniel, since we first met in Central City, I felt like I've known you for a while. Do you get that feeling sometimes?

Dan: Yeah, of course. It's weird, but yeah.

Sly: I wouldn't say it's weird, this time around, at least. Because I have known you for a while.

(Dan looked at him puzzled, and then awkwardly laughed; Sly did not return the laugh, and his expression turned rather serious; Dan stopped).

Sly: I've been keeping watching over you and Mig the past three to four years, as well as getting background information about every detail that happened to the both of you. You fascinate me.

(He leaned up against a bookshelf, and then smiled; his eyes glowed teal, and Dan felt pressure build up in his head; he quickly gripped it, but it was too much; he fell from the chair, and groaned heavily; Sly walked over to the office door, and locked it shut; he then pulled the chair from behind Dan, and sat on it).

Sly: I'd like to interview Apakolipse, so if you don't mind, could you die?

(Sweat began to bead on Dan's forehead, and his chin trembled; Sly moved his head towards Dan's right ear, and whispered into it).

Sly: Apakolipse, I know you're there. Kill Daniel's consciousness.

(Dan grabbed Sly by the neck, and flipped him over, slamming him onto the floor; he quickly got up, and grabbed the chair behind him, throwing it onto Sly's back; Sly jumped from it, and brushed off dust from the back of his suit jacket; he cracked his neck, and lunged at Dan, grabbing him by the neck, and slammed him into the wall; he then punched him in the back, and followed with a direct hit to the neck; he grabbed Dan once more).

Sly: Ah, you would make a good private investigator. But I wanted to spend some alone time with you, not give you a job.

(Dan gritted his teeth, and slammed his elbow directly into Sly's left eye; Sly let go of him, and grabbed his eye; he angrily glared at Dan, his eyes glowing once more; a field glowed around Dan, causing him to float upwards).

Sly: Nice couple of shots, I have to say. But I'm not all about the classic throw-a-punch technique. I use my mind.

(Dan's eyes turned a pure white color, and he groaned heavily; his head drooped down, and he stopped moving around; Sly smiled, and released him, as his body slammed into the ground).

(Outside of the room, in the lobby area, Mig sat still in the room with Shiar, gritting his teeth; he swallowed hard, and saw her staring at the wall, breathing intensively, he got up a tad, and walked over to her, but ultimately decided not to bother her anymore; he began walking out, and felt something hit him in the back).

Mig: Shiar, please, I already--

(Mig turned his head, and saw Shiar dive at him in a split second; the two tumbled across the floor and into the main lobby, where Monica sat; she got up, and looked down at them; Shiar shoved her fingernails into Mig's forehead, and slapped him; Mig grabbed her tightly, and swung her to the side, and got up. Shiar was crying, and she looked back up at Mig, and then down).

Monica: I NEED ASSISTANCE, PLEASE!

(Mig leaned down at Shiar, and felt her punch right into his stomach; he gripped it, and then fell onto his knees; Shiar laughed, and spat blood on him, and then kicked him in the face, forcing him to flip over; he felt her jump on him, and then was forcefully yanked off by a couple of police officers).

Shiar: SCREW YOU! SCREW YOU, MIG. OH MY GOSH, LET ME GO.

(Mig rubbed his chest ruefully, and then coughed; Monica ran over to him, and leaned down, helping him up; Mig groaned, and then fell onto his back once more).

Mig: She's got quite the strength...

Monica: What the hell was that about!? You can't just fight in the PRECINCT, you know. Especially with Sly's own daughter. There goes your job.

Mig: No, trust me, my job is the least of my worries.

(Shiar was taken further down the hallway, and she continued struggling, even biting one of the officer's arms; they took her to a blank wall, and one of the officers placed his hand on it; the wall turned intangible, and through it was a facility; they walked right inside, and the wall became solid again; Shiar, worried, began to scream; the officers tasered her, and then lay her onto the ground).

Officer #1: Figured it was the perfect time to get her, sir.

(Footsteps were heard nearing towards Shiar, and her vision was blurry; she breathed slowly, and blinked a few times, and then saw a figure tower over her; it was Dread).

Shiar: Y-y-you...

Dread: M-m-me, yes. It's me. Don't worry, darling, your father knows you're here. In fact, he arranged this little meeting! How thoughtful of him, right?

(Shiar groaned, as Dread lifted her up off the ground; he walked her over to a large screen, and a small, metal chair, attached to the floor, with shackles all around it; her eyes widened, and she began shaking her head).

Shiar: (loudly) NO. NO. NOT THAT AGAIN! STOP!

Dread: I'll need to expand your horizons, as a man Yopo Felton once said. Do you know what I mean by that? Here, I'll let him explain it to you.

(Dread threw her onto the chair, and fastened the shackles around her eyelids, which forcefully opened them wide; he also bound her arms behind the chair, and tied up her ankles; he put a large cloth in her mouth, and then smiled).

Dread: Your father will be here rather shortly. He can't miss this.

(Shiar looked up at the screen, which began to brighten up; it released a sheer wave of screaming, as well as laughing, and the sounds of bones snapping; Shiar screamed, but could not mutter much, as the cloth was suffocating her).

(Dread walked over to the two officers who were standing guard at the wall; he formed an appendage, and sliced their heads off, and smirked; he walked to the wall, and then saw Sly step inside; Sly wiped blood off of his suit jacket, and then smiled at Dread).

Sly: Apakolipse has yet to awaken. He should be joining us soon.

Dread: Good. Terox told me to first focus on your daughter, and then worry about Mig. Don't worry, I set her up. Just do your thing.

Sly: Will do.

(Sly walked forward, muting out the noises that came from the presentation. On it was Yopo Felton, who was being experimented on, as well as the screams of multiple people, and the bone snapping of him himself).

Sly: Shiar? Dear? Can you hear me?

(Sly walked over to the screen, and ripped it off the ceiling; it tumbled downwards, bringing down some gearing with it as well; Shiar looked down at the floor, with blood vessels pocking around her eyes; she was trembling, and breathing uneasily; Sly walked up to her, and knelt down, grabbing onto her chin, and gently pushing it up to face him).

Sly: Wow, he was so mean to you, wasn't he? Showing you videos of a previous candidate...sigh, farewell Yopo Felton, but you weren't ready. He didn't expand his horizons.

(Sly ripped out the cloth from Shiar's mouth, and she screamed instantly; Sly slapped his hand over her mouth).

Sly: Don't scream. No one will hear you. This is a private room.

Shiar: You...YOU PERFORM EXPERIMENTS HERE!? AND I'M THE NEWEST TEST SUBJECT? Dad, what the hell? Why would you do this!? And to ME? And that innocent guy, too?

Sly: Honey, if only you knew what we were doing. I had to send you out of the living room when Dread came that night. You wouldn't have understood...

Shiar: Oh, I understand clearly, alright. You're a monster.

(Sly frowned angrily, and slapped her across the face; he lowered his tone).

Sly: Now, you listen to me right now, Shiar Shreen. You were born for a bigger purpose in this world, you were bred to be something huge. I'm offering you a chance here. Yes, Yopo Felton had failed, so did your mother, and so did Patty. But I won't let that happen now.

Shiar: No. This is Terox's game, why won't you understand? He's playing you!

Sly: If the reward is becoming a God, I'll play as long as it takes. You know what? I'm doing arguing with you. You're going to undergo this procedure, and if you die, well...so be it.

Shiar: How...how could you not value me...? I'm your daughter.

(Sly grabbed onto her head, and she glowed all around).

Shiar: You truly have lost your humanity.

(Dread shoved an appendage directly through her chest, and her pupils dilated; she gasped, and her hair flung around all over; Sly looked up at Dread, and his mouth widened).

Voice: ENOUGH. OF. THIS.

(Suddenly, Dan marched over to them, although being controlled by Apakolipse; he zoomed directly at Dread, and lifted him up by the neck, squeezing it so tightly that blood poured out like a waterfall; he turned to Sly, and shoved his hand into his chest, and sliced him in half; Sly fell down, and began to regenerate, but Apakolipse slammed his foot into his chest).

Apakolipse: Bad idea bringing me out, Dread. I've always had this fantasy of humans, which is what led to my capture by Terox...tsk, tsk, tsk, you thought I'd go and worship him?

(Apakolipse let go of Dread, and walked over to Shiar, who had been bleeding out, however she was not dead; he grabbed onto her chest, and she began screaming).

Apakolipse: This will hurt a whole lot, but it beats dying.

(He reformed the skin and tissue in her chest, and then let go of her; a hand print was etched into her chest, and she looked down at it, feeling it burn).

Shiar: Agh...I...thank...

(Apakolipse marched over to Sly, and lifted him up, as he was almost fully regenerated).

Apakolipse: Give Dan the job. I had a change of heart, I guess, and maybe I won't kill you right now. Deal, Pslycho?

(He dropped Sly to the floor, and then walked over to the wall once more, and walked through it; he stopped for a moment, gripping his head, and then fell to the ground, as Dan regained control; Dan blinked hardly, and breathed heavily; he got back up, and began walking to the lobby).

(Dan looked around, and saw Monica sitting at the front desk; he waved at her, and then walked over to her).

Dan: Where'd Mig go? I believe I got the job.

(A large, dark blue facility was in sight; electronics were aligned in a horizontal fashion, as well as many different containers, and a railing around the main center of the room; there were around three steps that led inwards to the middle of the room, and then another five steps that led to a large machine in the middle, which was hooked up to the ceiling of the room; a few Galvanic Mechamorphs were around at the machines, a few were typing on computer screens; Tekk was seen in the center of the room, looking at the contraption in front of him, holding a staff-like cane; Mig teleported in behind him, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at him; Tekk turned around slightly, and then sighed).

Tekk: And what are you doing here? I thought I satisfied you with that.

Mig: I'm not here to ask for more, nor am I here on a complaint that it's broken. I'd like for you to completely change it around. I guess I am asking for more.

(Tekk barked a laugh, and then turned around completely; Mig's eyebrows narrowed, and he walked down the steps towards Tekk).

Mig: I'm being serious.

Tekk: I worked damn hard on that for you, and you haven't even used it once. Look at it.

Mig: How do you think I got here? It's not like I had a choice, anyway. Could you please just listen to me, and maybe we can arrange something?

Tekk: No. I'm busy.

(Mig kicked Tekk's cane away, and he fell down onto his side; a number of Galvanic Mechamorphs sprinted down the steps towards Mig, a couple holding energy weapons; he looked at them, and then ran to the side).

Mig: He was being unreasonable.

Galvanic Mechamorph: You assaulted the Galvanic Mechamorph Emperor. Your reasoning does not change the severity of your actions.

Mig: K.

(He activated the Gammatrix quickly, and slapped its core down; his skin began to bubble all around, and glow furiously; his anatomical stucture changed within a few seconds, and he became Hellfire; Hellfire jumped over the Galvanic Mechamorphs charging at him, and unleashed a wave of fire down below him).

(He front flipped and landed next to Tekk, and surrounded him in a wall of fire, growing it in size; the Galvanic Mechamorphs ran through it, however were greated with a barrage of fire bolts).

Hellfire: Screw off.

(A Galvanic Mechamorph jumped onto him, and increasingly punched at him, while another attempted to bolt at him with a weapon; he quickly grabbed onto the weapon, burning it, and ripped through the Galvanic Mechamorph, burning it from the inside; he sprinted up to the top of the room, and saw them standing around Tekk, as he got up).

(Tekk began to laugh, and he looked up at Hellfire; he pushed himself through the crowd of Galvanic Mecharmorphs, and slammed his staff onto the ground).

Tekk: Get down here. Now we can talk.

Hellfire: Tell your army to stand down so I don't get surprise attacked, though.

(Tekk nodded, and waved them all away; Hellfire walked down the stairs, and transformed back into Mig within a couple of seconds; Mig wiped his hands on his pants).

Mig: Happy? I used it. A second time.

Tekk: What is it that you want, exactly? You teleported in here, angrily told me off, injured me, and then attacked my men. So...I'd like to know.

Mig: Yeah, sorry. I just...want an improvement.

Tekk: You may be interested in what I recently made. The truth is I spy on you from time to time, and I heard you once mention the idea of "gauntlets," which would be energy charged. Now, I pondered it, and it was possible to do.

Mig: Um, alright then...so you did make them?

Tekk: Not exactly. Let me just remove your core and replace it with this one.

(Tekk opened up the Gammatrix, and loosened its core; he carefully took it out, and walked over to a table nearby the contraption).

Mig: Why would you do this for me? Did you expect me to come and ask?

Tekk: No. I know what's going on with the universe, unfortunately.

Mig: What do you mean?

Tekk: I heard of the Central City incident. I figured you would have been devatated and felt like you could no longer do anything with that anymore.

(Mig sighed, and looked to the side; Tekk returned with a new core, and placed it into the Gammatrix itself).

Mig: Well, I'm living in Soledad now. It's like a sister city to Central City.

Tekk: Soledad...? Did you just mention Soledad?

Mig: Heard of it?

(Tekk began walking towards the stairs, and quickly walked up to a computer, where a number of Galvanic Mechamorphs stood, speaking to him).

Tekk: Mig, um, I don't know how else to tell you this. Look, you need to leave, okay? You aren't safe here, and neither am I.

Mig: Why are you being so cryptic?

(Tekk slapped his stave onto the ground, and Mig began to vanish; he looked at Tekk, bewildered, and was teleported within a few seconds; Tekk knelt down on one knee, and looked down).

Tekk: Well, he's gone. He didn't ask for much. Will you stop observing me now?

(Behind Tekk, the large machine glowed red, and opened up from the middle; the Transmundane circle was marked all around a glass container, and inside of it was Terox, although intangible; he was formless almost, constantly reshaping his feathery form, though his head remained mostly in tact).

Terox: (laughing) You're the one who summoned me here, yeah?

Tekk: Not true, but I am getting to that. When I had worked with Daniel on the Gamma File, he exhibited weird manners, but I generally shooed it off. That is, until Y and 1nput began behaving so as well.

Terox: And you're accusing me why...?

Tekk: Don't pretend to be innocent. I know it was all due to you, and I couldn't put my finger on it until the Devastation you caused in Central City. If you hadn't desired to take control of Miguel's father at that given moment, maybe everything would be fine. But unfortunately to you, Kurss managed to spare Mig some time. He let him kill him and the others, but you managed to survive.

Terox: Yep. Don't toy with things you aren't fully aware of, scientist. My involvement with any of that has nothing to do with you.

(Tekk grabbed onto his stave, and walked over to a machine on a nearby table; he pulled a lever connected to it, and a shockwave surrounded the room; Sly and Dread were revealed, chained up, and attached to the machine).

Tekk: They came here as soon as Mig showed up. Now, the one thing I noticed was that this one--(pointing to Sly)--is all too familiar. You failed to let him know which one of my colleagues held Apakolipse, and I know his existence because he spoke to me once or twice. So your ally went on a quest to find them. 1nput and Y wouldn't intentionally try to sabotage the project, they willingly signed up for it, as did Dan. Funny how that works, huh? I reviewed a lot of security footage, and found this one in multiple shots, attacking 1nput, Y, and even Dani when they were sleeping. The other one however sneaked in just before Mig came to me, I presume trying to summon you and warn you.

(Terox smirked).

Tekk: Oh, and one more thing. I know the truth about Soledad. Why do you think I just gave your greatest enemy the key to stopping each and every one of you?

Terox: You did your best, Dread, and I respect that. Pslycho, you did not need to be here. Oh and, stop pretending to be caught now.

(Dread snapped out of his confinement with ease, and Sly stood up, showing Tekk that he was not attached to the machine; he winked at him).

Terox: I must go now, this is a waste of time. Goodbye, Tekk. I'm sorry you had to get involved.

(Terox's essence faded quickly, and the symbols on the container vanished as he did; Dread formed two sharp appendages, and shoved them into two Galvanic Mechamorphs behind him running to them, shocking them; they became like puddy, and collapsed onto the ground, losing their green lively color).

Sly: You know, I'm surprised you're that smart. That's kind of dangerous.

(Dread jumped into the air, and spread his arms outwards; a wave of spiked appendages formed from his skin, each of them stabbing the Galvanic Mechamorphs, and in turn killing them with a pulsating shock).

Tekk: (shocked) Enough, enough.

Sly: Enough's never enough for me. I'm a greedy man, it's my biggest sin. However, I'm not here to kill you, just observe. Dread here? Now, he's just full on aggression. It's time to say goodbye.

(Dread dropped onto the ground on the hinds of his legs with a deafening boom; smoke rose everywhere, and he turned his head to Sly).

Sly: Where did he go?

(Smoke began to clear out, and an appendage of Dread was risen in the air; Tekk's body was seen hanging off of it, beginning to splatter onto the ground; his blue color was flashing).

Tekk: Kill me then...that won't guarantee your victory.

(Tekk ripped off of Dread's appendage, and fell into the machine in the middle of the room, causing it to overload; he seeped into the core of it, and was being electrocuted the whole time).

Tekk: Call this a win. Yes, you've killed me. But there is yet more to come. You underestimate Mig.

(The atoms inside of Tekk were being ripped apart as the core burned alive, malfunctioning instantaneously; the blue color of his died away).

Tekk: It's coming...coming...

(The core began to crack, and release smoke; Dread and Sly watched. It reached its climax, and eradicated from within itself, wiping apart the landscape of Galvan B within a 6 mile radius soon after).