Chapter 1

It was a stormy day on the outskirts of Ghorgemire. The year was 1995 in the darkness. It was empty and eerie in the quiet little town; a gas station remained steadfast, standing there with its ghostly clank. Winds flew by, rocking the haunting sign.

By the sign that reads, "Welcome to Ghorgemire, Alabama – The Happiest, Joyous Place on Earth" (it's a bit more grim than joyous), a portal opened up. It crackled and roared; the vortex rapidly spun around, separating it in a blue-white light. As electricity crackled in the portal, out was a woman wearing black, tight clothing; her shirt exposed some of her cleavage.

The woman grunted in pain as she made a hard landing to the ground. She spat out blood and phlegm from her body, bones aching from a brutal battle, the fatal fracas were gruesome. The grimaced woman stood up, carrying her sobbing baby. The woman got up and turned around and saw the portal collapsing, growing unstable until – BOOM! The portal went out with a bang.

The woman shielded her newborn child, still crying in the darkness of the "peaceful town". She held her baby, and faced it.

"Hush now," she said softly, "Everything will be okay, I promise."

The baby continues to sob; the woman carefully rocks the baby, lulling it to sleep.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star…" she sang in a euphonious, sonorous tone in her voice, "…how I wonder where you are."

She frantically delves to find a dry place for them both.

"Up above so here so high…"

The woman finally spotted a dark trailer yonder. She continues singing softly to her sleeping baby as the rain pours down upon them, wetting them both.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star…" – CRACK! Her knee shattered forcing her to fall to the ground, nearly dropping the baby. She held on to her child steadfast, and when she hit the wet ground, she broke the baby's fall.

Thunder clapped in the darkened, stormy skies.

The baby begins to cry as thunder clapped again, shaking the skies above. The woman grunted and groaned. Her eyebrows squinted and panted angrily. She got up, fighting her immense pain, she walked to the trailer with her shattered knee, fighting it off despite of her injuries.

"…how I wonder," she said sonorously but in pain. She was beginning to lose her breath.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Her heart rate slowed down. She walks to the porch, panting.

"Where….you….," she collapsed to the ground.

THUD!

The baby cried on the woman's arms. The woman sees the baby crying and begins to sob as well. Tears snaked down on her cheeks as her heart rate slowed.

"I'm very sorry," she said, voice breaking into tears, "I'm so very sorry, my baby."

She pulled out a small white box from her pockets with a small note stapled on the front lid.

"Don't forget who you are," she said with a dying tone in her tone.

As the baby sobs in the silent rain, the woman takes her last breath and soon passed away.

Suddenly, the porch lights came on. There was a faint crackle from the door; it opened and it revealed an old woman. The old woman named Mary. She was in her early 60s. She was rotund in stature and wore a flowery night-gown and a hair net.

She hears a faint cry from the baby. She looked down and became horrified at the grotesque sight of the baby crying in the arms of a deceased woman.

"Oh my goodness," she said. She grabbed the phone and dialed the police. She answered the operator on the other line, and finally in the middle of her report, she glanced at the baby again and the woman.

"Can you give me the paramedics, and child services?" she asked picking up the baby, and reading the note which reads: α - When the sky falls and the heavens filter, call upon thee to make the light shine over death.

She took one look at the baby and rocks it to sleep, assuaging it. She uncovered the turquoise blanket, revealing the baby - it was a boy.

"I'll take of you, Mopy," she said. She looked at the dead woman lying on her porch and rubbed her left cheeks.

...

Deep within the prison isolated from the world lived the world's oldest dangerous criminal of all of humanity rotting in his cell. No light shone the cold, dark cell except from the dim light of the room itself. He sits on the bench across from the door with his head down covering himself in a long, thin sheet of rotting cloth.

Outside of his cell were two male guards. Both wore brown tucked in shirts, brown khaki pants, brown belts with a golden buckle, and black shoes, but one was bigger than the other. The beefy guard slides the food through a small slot of the cell door.

"Chow time, freak," he said.

The man ate and ate until there was nothing left.

Meanwhile outside the cell, the smaller guard felt bad for the criminal. So he began to ask the bigger guard to shed some light for him and talk to him because it had been years since he had any human interaction. They argued about it at first, but then came to conclusion that the weedy guard had made up his mind and that he will open it. Disagreeing about his choice, the big guard prevents him from unlocking the cell and warns him about the people who ever go in there, even for a few moments.

"How old is this guy?" asked the smaller guard, "It had been decades since he had any human contact."

"Well according to him, decades are the new days, meaning by that 90 are the new 20," said the big guard.

"At least let me talk to him for a minute," said the small guard, "It's only a few minutes, how much harm can he possibly do in a minute. I mean c'mon he's 90. 90! This man has nothing to live for anymore. Just trust me on this, Ralph."

"But..."

"C'mon, man," the small guard said. The big guard gave in and sighed.

"Alright, fine go. But only a minute with that psycho," he said.

"Sure," said the small guard as he opened the door and revealed the man living in the dark. The man was very elderly. He had white facial hair, and was extremely feeble. The small guard had some doubts by why he was as a dangerous criminal. He doesn't look so bad, well bad enough anyway.

"Hi, I'm Harold. I'm the new guy here in these parts. How are you doing?" asked the small guard named Harold offering his hand of friendship.

"Feeble, feeble," he moaned feebly, "decades of neglect left me here to rot in this prison cell like metal in the ocean sitting on the bed as the critters settle in. I am known as a dangerous soul for something I need. Something that strengths me more than just this utter waste of garbage this prison had fed me for years."

"Like what exactly?" asked the small guard, "What exactly do you need?"

The old man turned his head to the small guard but not acknowledging the scowling and scoffing big guard.

He grabs the small guard by the neck and pulls him to his face. The big guard pulls out a guy and aims it at the old man demanding him to let him go.

"Life's energy," he said as he began to suck the life force out of the small guard rendering him to age rapidly before he became nothing but dust. The old man stood up with all the strength that he stole from the small guard. The big guard opened rounds of bullets at the old man but soon realized that the old man began to age backwards retaining some of his power. One of them actually is the power untouched by deadly bullets. He grabbed the bullet that flew in the air and gave a smug evil look at the frightened, armed guard now out of bullets. He took a deep breath and said to the big guard, "Nothing is complete without a balanced breakfast, if you know what I'm saying," he chuckled evilly before he grabbed the big guard and sucked him dry retaining some more of his abilities.

He walks out of his former cell chuckling devilishly as he heads straight to the surface to get what he lost.

2: School Bullies

Chapter 2

Mopy was in campus running for his dear life. He exited the school perimeter bumping into random pedestrians: he accidentally pushed a teacher off the rail, ran over a wall of popular girls carrying their textbooks, and food stands. By the time he was at a safe distance, he collapsed to his knees and panted spitting from exhaustion from running too fast.

"Did I lose them?" he said looking back.

"Phew, I lost them, finally," he said knowing that he can't go back to school. He began to walk straight home without worry until later that is; that is until he heard a roar from a distance. He furrowed at the noise coming from the school.

Everyone went silent, facing the direction. The roar got louder and louder by each second it passes.

"You got to be kidding me," Mopy said softly hinting fear in his voice. In fact terror won't be the correct word for long when he heard the following words "Dupey I am going to get you" in a merrily tone. It could be only one person who calls him that. Broomy, who was in the driver's seat running everything over - including an old woman walking on a cane that flew up in the air and collided on top of a civic bus?

A maniac driving a black, rusting 1983 Dodge Challenger blasts from the front double doors sending them out to fly out; the staff members to run and dodge from the debris.

"Holy Macaroni and Cheese Whip Cream Sandwiches!" Mopy yelled in horror as he began to once again run away from Broomy's wrath. Throughout the town, Mopy managed to outrun the maniacal driver and its passengers.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" Mopy said repeatedly. When he turned to the other corner of the city, he bumped over a mother who was then pushed to the street by thugs driving the monstrous vehicle. Mopy's getaway soon ended when he tripped over on a groove and flew to a pile of garbage.

The thugs that were driving the vehicle slowed down and parked next to a shop and got out. They were armed. Broomy had his fists, Water carried a crowbar, and Zeri had a wooden staff.

"Hi, Dopey," Broomy chuckled evilly.

"Hi, guys," said Mopy nervously. He chuckled in fear.

Later on that same day, the sun was setting over the horizon. And beyond the corner was a beaten up teenage boy wearing a blue shirt with a yellow letter I on the center, Mopy was walking home after his devastating beat down with his bullies. He finally made it home to his house, his poorly constructed, low residential home. He walked into the doorsteps and knocked on the door. Inside the house, a woman who just got off from her job was wearing a red shirt and black pants got off of her couch, approached the door and opened it revealing a beaten up teen. The woman was horrified. Mopy had a black eye, his shirt was torn, his pants were ripped, and he was bruised all over. The woman screamed in horror.

"Mopy, what happened to you?" she yelled.

"Mom, I am not in the mood right now," said Mopy. Mopy's mother was horrified at the sight of Mopy being beaten nearly to death, but she also worried about Mopy himself, being as scared as he was, he was unwilling to neither talk about it nor fight it off.

"Mopy, please," said Mopy's mother.

"You won't understand you never do!" said Mopy.

"It's because you never tell me," said Mopy's mother, "Mopy, what is going on? What's happening?" The woman was worried sick about her son.
Mopy thought for a second before he could tell. He felt an urge of distrust against his mother. She was never home most of the time, and there will be times when he does tell, but his mother would be busy. This caused him to be very distant towards not just his mother, but to everyone else.

"Where were you when I needed you?" Mopy turned to his mother with an angry look across his face, "Where was your head when I am needed? I'm not some little kid who goes to some friggin' daycare."

"Mopy, I..."

"Sometimes I question why I was eve born in the first place," said Mopy as he stormed to his room leaving his mother's heart to drown in guilt and sorrow.

In Mopy's room, Mopy was halfway buried in the sheets. He stared at the night sky as he imagines himself as a star dancing in the heard a faint knock on the door and a sweet voice at that. Mopy knew it was mother asking to come in. He didn't say a word. His mother came in anyway walking slowly towards him carrying a badge of some kind. The badge had no text on it, it was small, small enough to blend into clothing, think enough to carry it around like an ordinary badge, and big enough to carry off as an ordinary badge, and circular. The edges were yellow but everything else was blue. But to stand of it all, the same symbol that was on Mopy's shirt was encased in the middle of the badge.

"Mopy..." Mopy's mother said.

Mopy scoffs.

"Mopy, I want you to listen," said Mopy's mother.

"Why?" asked a depressed Mopy, "Whenever I talk to you, you cut me off."

"Look, I'm sorry, but you must listen to me, for once. Please," Mopy's mother said approaching him, "Please." She approached him giving hi the puppy eyes. Mopy glared at his mother at first, but then can't resist the puppy eyes that he should've never introduced to his mother. He sighed in defeat.

"What?" Mopy asked.

"I'm sorry that I spend most of my time working and less time with you, for now on, I'll come home before you come back from school. That's a promise," said Mopy's mother.

Mopy felt a surge of distrust again, but again, this was his mother. He smiled and they hugged.
Afterwards, they began to talk about each other's lives, Mopy's story really got his mother ticked about this one person that kept messing with Mopy since Grade School.

"Broomy, huh?" his mother said, "sounds more like a coward than he is for a 'jock' I would say, eh?" said Mopy's mother as they both laughed at how stupid Mopy claimed Broomy to be.

"Sometimes I wonder that if I belong here. Do I?" he asked.

"I believe that you will find your place somewhere. But for now, you have school in the morning," she said, "and oh, I wanted to give you something," she said as she presented Mopy the badge.

"A badge?" Mopy was confused.

"It's an heirloom, it was part of the Gilaganson family for generations," she said, "Your father gave this to me when we first met, before..."

The story of Mopy's father's death was so tragic; it was heartbreaking to talk about it. "...well, you know. He wanted to give this to you when you were ready. And I think you are."

"Wow, I never thought..." Mopy's mother handed the badge over to her son. It was considered a huge honor to the family to bear the badge. Mopy's mother said that the badge was no ordinary badge, but it was special, very special. In the end, Mopy's mother kissed him good night. Mopy heads off to bed as he places the badge for the morning.

3: The Lightning Heads

Chapter 3

In the cool, stainless black night, the sound of the coyotes echoed the eeriness of the plains. A lone gas station shone in the night's shadow, music played on the background as loud as it could be.

As the air blew in the night, a figure wearing a black top hat, a black trench coat, a red leather shirt, black pants, and boots, Radii, the former prisoner of the rat hole he used to reside in approached to the station – or what it used to be a gas station. Motorcycles were parked under the gasless terminal; they were in all black, some had designs while some didn't.

…

The Station was din, the sounds of homogenous noise was just too great. The areas in which goodies used to set were now set as tables as an underground band played. The men, these gangs drank as hard as Gods. The women there were barely dressed. They had on all black too – all except one. Sitting at the counter drinking a small bottle of alcohol was a woman wearing a black mini skirt and a black top; she had a belly button ring and had on black lipstick. She had blood red hair with a nasty attitude, no one messed with her. She was sitting alone with the bartender drinking away her life. Radii, ignoring her presence attended to the bartender, parched no doubt.

It didn't take long for her to notice this unknown man. Where did he come from? She began to ask herself.

"Hey, I never saw you before in these parts. Who are you?" she asked.

No response.

"Hello?"

Radii groaned in annoyance, "Are you still talking, girl?"

"Just as long as I'm alive, yeah," she said, "Gonna tell me your name?"

"Are you supposed to be in school?"

"Are you supposed to be in a retirement home old man?" she shot back with a smile.

Radii sighed, all he was thinking about was his goal, a goal he was afraid would be too difficult to achieve.

"Things have changed since my absence," he thought, "Where are you, child?"

She figured that he didn't make a move on her, nor did he ever want to. Any man in the bar would have got on their knees to smother all around her, but not this man. He was a loner. She liked it.

"A grunter huh? I like that," she said slid over to him. She began to flirt, but along the way the stranger ignored her which pushed her ever closer to the stranger. After the bartender finished with the stranger's order, he also noticed that he didn't speak that much to the lady to him.

"Selana, leave the man alone. He's probably having some tough times," said the Bartender.

"Hm, you know what they say, tough times make a man tougher," she smiling.

"You must be out of town," Selana said.

"How'd you guess?" Radii asked sarcastically with a deep, gruff tone in his voice. He was getting pretty annoyed.

"Lucky guess," Selana said stretching her hand on the stranger leg.

"You must not do that," Radii warned.

"Why not, you seem to like it - on the inside," she said.

"No, I mean you shouldn't," he said.

"How come?" she asked.

"Because I don't have the time," he stated, "I must find for what I am looking for."

"Like what?" she asked.

"A badge," he said. This confused Selana, "The Alpha Badge."

"You seem like you are one of those people who hunt for conspiracies," the Bartender interjected.

"No," Radii said, "Conspiracies are for fools who believe in the lies created by the tabloids to distract people from reality; an observation is undefeated evidence that one physically sees and feels. So you see, Mr. Bartender, I am no conspirator, I am what you would say, an observer," he said.

"Then tell me about this Alpha Badge? What evidence did you gather from it? What is the origin behind it?" he asked.

"Origin?" Radii asked, "There is no origin."

"Everything has an origin, smart-aleck," the Bartender chuckled.

"What about the universe, does it have an origin?" he asked, "There is no such thing as a starting point or an ending point, for what happens to be the end is a beginning of another, it's an endless cycle of change, so whence you die, your soul circulates. Energy in its highest form has no segment, Bartender."

At the point, the Bartender's jaw dropped to the underworld. Silence and processed thoughts ensued, Radii resumed back to drinking his drink as the woman from earlier was rather impressed.

"He told you, didn't he?" the woman told.

The Bartender ignored her. As he cleaned a fellow plate, Selana took a short glance at Radii. He mentioned a badge; she would have never thought that there were other people much like her. She dug inside her pockets and pulled out a pink badge. The badge had a pink, circular body with an orange Calibri-font "I" on the middle. Radii took a short glance at the woman sitting by him. His eyes dilated by what he saw.

"She's a Badgette too?" he thought.

"You have the Badge of Nu," he said suddenly. Selana quickly looked up.

"Huh?"

"The Nu, it's very common to bump into one of those," said Radii.

Selana furrowed, quickly changing her attraction to him and replacing it with uncertain fear, "How did you know?"

"Because I'm one of you, I'm also a Badgette as well," he told.

…

A man a few feet away was told by his friend that a stranger was "hitting" on the man's "girl".

"Must be an out-of-towner," said the man's friend.

"Out of town my butt," he said as he stormed his way to the stranger. The man was heavily built and wore torn pants, a white shirt, and a ripped, sleeveless jacket. He also wore brown boots.

The Bartender saw the man coming and warns the stranger to get out. Showing no absolute fear, the stranger refused to move. Instead, he was just took a drink he ordered and pretended that the bartender didn't say anything. The woman turned around and saw her "boyfriend" marching his way towards Radii and Selana butting in.

"What do you want Pose?" asked Selana.

"I do not want this low life messin' with my girl," he said grabbing her by her arm.

"I don't belong to you, Pose! Leave me alone!" Selana yelled yanking her arm away from him.

"Isn't it manly to force a woman to your will?" Radii interjected. Pose got angry and went into the man's face, "Or is it that you have low merits regarding women?"

"You leave my girl alone," Pose threatened, gritting his teeth.

"Hey your woman came up to me, she must like me. I don't blame her since I am quite the charming Casanova," Radii said, "Compared to the barbarian breathing on me like a mere animal," he said casually sipping on his drink. The bar was silenced quickly.

"Open your mouth one more time," Pose threatened dangerously sizing up to illustrate that he was not playing.

Radii opened his mouth, "Hi there," he said bored. Viciously, Pose grabbed his neck and slammed his body on the counter with enough force to break the table in half spilling alcohol on the ground.

The bartender was shaken from Pose's inhuman anger. No one ever came close to insulting Pose, not even Pose himself.

"Nobody insults Pose! No one insults the Pose. No one! You know why, because I'm the king around here. Am I the king?" he called for his fellow bikers to which they cheered for their leader. "So you watch your back out-of-towner, because I don't play nice," he said cynically. Radii laughed, Pose got even angrier.

Selana had to admit, Radii was stupid to continue on this fight, but there was something about that grabbed her attention. The impact alone should have formed bruises – or if yet gashes on his face or where else. But he seemed to be in perfect condition. That was strange.

"So sad, I would have considered you a worthy opponent," Radii chuckled. Pose was just about had it with Radii. He grabbed the stranger's head and was about to ram it on the wall until Radii, without warning, grabbed his arm and flipped on the floor.

"Son of a...get him!" barked Pose as the majority of the Lightning Head bikers came running. Radii was prepared for this.

"That's it come to papa," he said getting up, pulling out his badge. The badge he pulled out was chained. The circular violate badge with the glowing black "I" on the center swung in the air and was used as a flail against the gangster.

They tried stomping on him, throwing punches, everything. But at the end, they were all beaten nearly to death by just one man. The stranger threw one man out of the bar with almost no effort at all, swooped another man's leg rendering him to land on someone else's feet (which he winds up being knocked out by someone accidently kicking him in the face, and swiftly dodging attacks. Pose got up just in the nick of time as he grabbed a metal bat that s on the floor and hits him with it. But when he did, the metal bat just broke. It broke like a wooden bat. There were absolutely no scars on him. Pose was now shaken. The stranger spits out a tooth, but then was immediately replaced. This scared everyone in the bar.

"Metallic baseball bat, worth a shot," he shrugged, "Now it's my turn," he violently smashed his stone cold fist up against Pose's face. What frightened the people in the bar was that blue light exerted from Pose's body, particularly his soul. The stranger was absorbing his life force. After that disturbing show, Pose was reduced to nothing but ash.

The other gang members backed away from the stranger. Unlike the others, Selana was impressed of the stranger's abilities.

"Wow," she said.

"Wow is the correct term I would describe," he said snapping his fingers as little sparks of electricity shoot out from his hands.

"What the heck are you?" asked a frightened gang member.

"Radii," said the stranger, "Just call me Radii. "The gang members were still shaken by what happened. Selana approached Lightning Head as he reveals his true identity. The stranger removed his hat and exposed the mystery. The man had pale white skin, black lashes, and blue eyes. He had black hair and an evil attitude.

"Lightning Head," said a gang member, "What are your orders, since we don't have a leader."

4: The Warplane

Chapter 4

It was a clear night, a clear cool night in the plains jumbled with chaos in the foreground. Fire and brimstone dominated the land in the horizon. A town coated in fire was being attacked by a monster towering over about 80 feet in height. It's long scaly tale slashed through buildings, timbering down to the streets birthing out a barrage of flames and debris. It honked its roar as it advanced northward towards the downtown. As a response to this attack, myriads of fighter jets roared across the night sky armed to the teeth; soldiers packed ready to go to fight a good fight.

They were aligned in a triangle, five rows of them anyway. Ground troops thundered in the road already opening their arsenals against the beast yonder. It was a massive fire show.

"We have a monster on sight, several units and warplanes are entering the sector. Minute for arrival, 20 minutes," said a woman on the PA.

Leading the armada was a large black warplane; inside it was an General Roynoris Copula. He wore a black battle suit armed with a massive E-Blaster and a bunch of other firearms. He had a buzz cut, and was very athletic looking despite his old age. And that was saying a lot. His army of soldiers each sitting juxtaposed to each other faced their leader. Each of them wore black battle suits, the only difference was that they wore identical black helmets. They were armed with blasters, pistols, bladed weapons: swords and knives tucked inside sheathes. They were highly trained special ops working inching away for battle. They had been waiting their whole lives for this.

Mickey Carraway, one of the soldiers tapped on the butt of his gun impatiently ready for action. He had been doing nothing all year and today was his day for some action. Finally some action! However, he knew that if something happens, someone is bound to show up. Someone, and that someone had been a pain in his ass since the academy. But was he worried? No. Far from it because the General assigned that person to the Capital for stupid, stupid reasons. And that stupid reason was going to keep him and his fellow soldiers safe. He was safe! He gets to enjoy life again!

Copula stood in between his men, his arms tied behind his back, giving them a determined look in his eye, "Alright Men, what we are facing is nothing you saw before, only uglier, and meaner!" The soldiers laughed at his remark at the beast they were assigned to bring down as the General walked to the end of the aisle chuckling along with them, "You all may have your laugh, but it may be your last. Today, you are no longer soldiers, but gods walking among men. And is for that reason why..."

As Copula continued his speech to his men, Mickey was suddenly distracted by a slight tap on his window.

"Hey, Mickey! I know you hear me! Hey! Hey!" a new feminine voice called tapping on the window.

Mickey turned around and groaned, "Just ignore it, its just a figment of my imagination. Just remember what your therapist said..."

"Hey, I'm not an it, boy!" his 'imagination' combatted, rather offended by his comment but quickly lets it go. His eye furrowed when he reared his head out at the glass to see a girl flying on her belly waving at him with a sunny smile across her face.

Stringy flew on her stomach as he black belly shirt flapped in the wind. Her wild, long nappy hair flapped like a flag clipped on the pole on school grounds. Stringy was not ordinary... nor was she ever was. She was very wild and very adventurous because of that heavily determined smile sweeping its way across her face. Stringy wore a black belly shirt with a white Calibri-font I on the center, blue skinny jeans and black shoes. Around her was a white aura surrounding her lighting the night.

"Really an it? Really? Last time I checked..."

"Go away you nightmare! A pox on you! A pox on you! Leave me be! Leave me be you monstrosity! You're not real!" Mickey yelled in plea making Stringy to stiffen up. This eventually got the General's attention as well as the soldiers who were laughing at him. At this, Mickey covered the curtains hiding her.

"Hey!" Stringy complained.

The General had his arms crossed rapidly tapping his foot impatiently, "Care to share to the Corp your apathy for battle, or perhaps introduce to us..." then something hit the General when the plane went silent hearing someone from outside the plane. Everyone paled.

"I will not silenced, Mickey!" Stringy yelled from behind the curtain. The General groaned.

"It's Stringy isn't it?" the General asked pumping the soldiers to arm up and panic.

"Not again man! Not again!" one man yelled.

"I've been to the hospital twice, I don't want to go again!" a woman yelled.

"Hi General! Hi guys!" Stringy greeted from behind the curtain. Everyone threatened and teased her, often calling her the Destroyer for obvious reasons. Mickey opened the curtains showing Stringy holding on to a sill. Her clothes flapped showing most of her skin.

Copula groaned, "What are you doing here? You were suppose to be home!...I mean cater to the President, I mean."

Stringy, finally having the strength to hold her own against the wind had a nervous look across her face, "Yeah about that..."

"Oh please don't tell me," Copula paled.

Stringy stuttered and began to sweat. The General confronted Stringy; she sincerely apologizes. Stringy ignored the Soldiers scolding and teasing her often calling her "The Destroyer" and all other stuff relating to it.

"You're not suppose to be on this mission, like ever!" The General told.

"Oh come on?" Stringy begged.

"No."

"Come on!" Stringy whined, "I can do it!"

"Samantha Antigone Bridges, for the last time I said no!" the General yelled.

"Stringy, wait, your middle name is Antigone?" Mickey giggled and cleared his throat, "Never mind that... do you have somewhere else to be? You know to be with friends... family? A pet dog something?"

"I know I have made some mistakes in the past, but that does not mean that I can try!" Stringy said.

"Strings? What are you getting at?"

"Stringy whatever you are trying to prove..."

"I'm saying that being a superhero is my thing! And its the only thing I'm good at! Here, I'll prove it to ya when I detain the beast yonder!" She lets go of the sill allowing her body to flip violently in the air as she screamed with joy laughing heartily. She pulled out her already glowing badge and slapped it on her chest.

"Zeta!" she summoned making the badge to flash exerting so much energy into her body propelling her to fly in superspeed out-flying the warplanes.

General Copula became worried.

"Stringy! No!" the General screamed from the plane. The Soldiers became wide-eyed afraid of what Stringy was going to do.

The General rushed to the cockpit with fear spilled all over his face, "I want you to speed this thing up!"

"Why what's wrong sir?"

"Stringy is here!" the General yelled.

"Oh shit," the Pilot's eyes dilated to the size of dinner plates after hearing the news.