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            In the end, a plan was made. They were going to simply keep a look out for anything suspicious and investigate it if necessary.

            Francine just stared at them in shock. "That's it?"

            "YES," said Amber is exhaustion, "What part of 'not a super intricate and extravagant plan' do you not understand? This plan is great: it's short, simple, productive, and so on."

            "Whatever..." Francine then continued on Instagram, just flipping through.

            In the other room were Drake, Adam, and Will. They were discussing Halloween as well.
       
            "What do you mean you guys aren't coming with me?!" shouted Will.

            "We mean this, Will," Drake started, "Scaring kids on Halloween with bats, wolf howls, and chainsaws was fun, like, two years ago. It's getting old, dude."

            "But!"

            "No buts Will," Drake sighed, "I ain't doing it."

            Will turned to Adam and opened his mouth to speak.

            "No," said Adam sternly.

            Will turned away upset. He crossed his arms and pouted. "I thought you guys were my friends."

            Drake shook his head. "Will, you know very well that's not what we mean."

           "What's not what you mean?" A low, serious voice came from the hallway. At the door was Joe standing there, arms crossed.

           "Joe," whined Will, "They won't go out with me-"

           "'Cause I'm straight Will, and Adam's an Ace, and you know that. I've told you a thousand times. Plus I got a girlfriend."

           Which this is actually a lie. Yes, Adam is asexual, Will is homosexual, but Drake was born with a bisexual preference. He constantly lies about the fact he likes guys too, plus from watching them in the past Drake started to be more hostile once Will came out (the two are best friends at heart I swear). My analysis: Drake=slightly homophobic. That could possibly be a reason why he hates his father as well, what interferes with their chemistry. Maxwell was also born with a bisexual preference, but is more content and confident about it.

           Sorry about the interruption, I just hate it when Drake says he's straight.

           Continue.

           Will bit his lip in frustration. "Not what I was going to say, Drake."

           "Go on," said Joe.

          "What I was saying was they won't go out with me for Halloween! You know, doing the usually spooky stuff!"

          "C'mon, Joe," said Drake,"Back me up here! This whole scaring kid prank is getting old. WE'RE getting old. We're fifteen, Will, and I don't even know how old Adam is!"

          379 years and 2 months.

          Drake smiled. "C'mon, am I right?"

          Joe stood there. He pushed up his sunglasses. "Tradition doesn't end until all members of that tradition agree." He pulled Will's frail body to his side. Will standing next to Joe is like a stick standing next to a tree. Joe kept a straight face. "I'll come with him if you teenage losers won't."

          "What?!" shouted Drake, "But dude, you're like seventeen or something."

          Contrary, Joe turned eighteen back in July.

         "What is your point?"

         "Two points; one, your way to old to be doing stuff like that, and two, you're a teen too, so that made no sense!"

         "You made no sense as well," said Joe, voice deepening,"One, I don't care, I will make thunder and lightning to scare kids and make them piss themselves if it means going with Drake. Two, I'm a legalized adult. Want to try again?"

         All Drake could do was groan, as he knew the conversation is leading up to this: he AND Adam are going with Will, and possibly Joe. Great night! (cough cough, not for Drake)

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                Obviously his name comes from the god damn company. He doesn’t even call himself that, it’s just a name I gave him after the fact.

                I’m guessing you might have another question to ask, maybe two.

                The possible questions being:

1: Why is he going rogue? What’s his plan?

That I can answer with just simply corruption. I’m still researching on what exactly caused that. (because I create life, this isn’t in my field, all this chemical electric whatnot)

His plan is probably something around, oh, I don’t know maybe DESTROYING ME BECAUSE I TOLD HIM MY SECRET SO HE KNOWS ALL THE POWER I HAVE AND WILL ENSLAVE ALL LIFE ON PLANET F***ING EARTH.

I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.

2: If you know that he’s got something evil planned, and you’re Mother Nature, why don’t you just beat him now?

Kid, it ain’t that easy.

Seriously, if it was THAT easy, I would change him back to good old Cass.

Also, because once he starts putting this plan in action, I’m going to send my little soldiers there to defeat him. This doesn’t include Xavier, though. He’s here more for support. He and a few others already got a hero thing going on.

Now that everything’s been explained, let’s get a move on.

Amber, Francine, and Cindy were in Francine’s room that night before Halloween. They were getting their costumes together, except for Francine. Francine has a job to do the next night, so she couldn’t go trick or treating. As I said before, she works for God as well. Why he decided to schedule something on Halloween I don’t know. It might have to do with age, since Francine is sixteen. Amber and Cindy are both two years younger than her, and were pretty upset she couldn’t come trick or treating.

That year Amber was going as gothic zombie girl of some sort and Cindy was going to be a witch.

“Cindy, you were a witch last year,” said Amber as she got on her costume. Amber then noticed the dress she was wearing. It was a lot shorter and looser than last year’s (and the year before that, and the year before that). So obviously, this was a little weird.

“What’s with new dress style?”

“Just in case,” said Cindy. She hung her dress up on a hanger and put it on Francine’s bed, where she scrolling through Instagram on her cellphone.

“Of what?” asked Amber.

“Of an attack,” muttered Cindy.

“When has there ever been an attack though?” Francine added.

Amber turned to Francine and gave her a “really?” look. “You’re questioning the psychic, Francine?”

Francine pondered. “Well, God hasn’t told me anything was to come yet.”

“Yeah, but,” Amber gestured to Cindy, “She’s PSYCHIC.”

Francine was silent.

Amber shook her head. “Do you know what a psychic IS?”

Francine nodded.

“Then what is the confusion?”

She shrugged.

                “Well, whatever then,” said Amber as she got her black and green wig out to brush it. “The point is Cindy’s probably right, so we should plan something before tomorrow night.”

                “What if nothing happens though?”

                “THEN WE WON’T MAKE IT A SUPER INTRICATE AND EXTRAVAGANT PLAN!!!” shouted Amber, arms flailing about.

                I myself can only pray.  

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                One question is probably on your mind right now; if you guys are super hero-ish, what in the holy hell are you guys doing sleeping and playing video games and whatnot? Well I’ll tell you what. It’s as simple as the enemy hasn’t struck yet.

                THE enemy.

                To imply, ONE major enemy.

                Who, may you ask?

                You know those calculators and pianos that have the brand “CASIO” on it? No? Go check your calculator then because I bet $100 that thing is CASIO branded.

                Well anyways, not long back I worked in a facility that the designing of CASIO products were established that was set up right here in Fitzville. What I do, basically, is transform myself into Franky Tanner, 24 year old woman with short spiky hair and a mouthful of bubble gum. I was working with a man named Cassidy Banks. He was petite, all short and frail, but was pretty excited and passionate about his ideas.  He wasn’t really a bad guy. Trustworthy too, for I told him my secret about who I am. He was the only person who wasn’t associated with my cause that I have told them within this century. (2000s, in case you’re wondering). He never said anything about it to anyone.

                More often than not at work, the other employees would rag on him for his ideas, and that lowered his confidence a tad bit. But I’d always be there for support. One day he was in his office building something that straight up looked sketchy and dangerous, seeing as how he was wearing some sort of protection gear on his face and gloves (usually in his experimental down time, he’d smoke a pipe to relax himself, but he didn’t this time). Some of the rather unruly employees came in and starting doing their typical ragging, calling him a low life for bothering to do this. I watched at the doorway, because this time, I wanted to test him to see if he could handle the situation himself.

                Dear god I wish I had stepped in.

                They got physical on him, and he couldn’t put the fight. They eventually pushed him into his project, were he had gotten a small shard of it in his skin and electrocuted himself. At the moment I thought “Holy crap I gotta help him NOOOW”, but then I thought, “It’s just a small shock and small piece of metal, it shouldn’t hurt him that bad.” And I was right, it didn’t hurt him to bad. It made, stronger, in fact.

                But, in a very bad way.

                He stood up as they laughed and walked away from him. I watch him walk up to the man who pushed him down and BOOM! Punched him right down, full fury and force. I was so shocked.  Then I noticed something sparking within him, something unnatural (this is what those fancy shmancy scientists call “mutations”, kids!). He started to wham on the others without hesitation, and I saw him…change. His skin began to harden and body began to shift. His body grew thicker and he grew taller. His even hardened into metal and his clothes changed into something mechanical (what even). He grew and grew before my eyes and he eventually burst through the ceiling (about 15 ft). Dust and plaster eventually cleared up when I finally saw him. He looked, how do I say, robotic?  He stood over me, sharpened and hardened and everything. He looked like himself, except mechanic-fied.

                That was the day Cass went rogue and turned into The Casio. 

              

Who or What is Courage?

What is courage?

That is the question asked

Well let me tell you something about courage

Have you ever felt the urge

To do something that is isn’t something

That would almost flow?

You wanted to do it

But you were second guessing yourself

You did it anyways

Because you had the strength to do it

That right there was courage

It feels warm

It feels energizing

It feels powerful

It makes you

Feel like you can do

Anything

The feeling of courage

Is better than energy drink

It’s that shot of energy and adrenaline

That allows you to move forth

Another question is raised however

An uncommonly thought query:

Who is courage?

Well I’ll tell you who

Courage is youthful

He’s full of energy and will take on

Anything

He thinks before acting

To see if it’s right in the first place

Then he’ll fight with passion

With a sword to represent

The brave warriors from long ago

Courage has had many enemies

But all have been no match

Except for one

Who always returns for another round

That enemy is Fear

Fear is logical

He sees the odds and laughs at anyone

Who even tries to go against them

Claims the failure to be true

Fear constantly asks to Courage

“What if?”

He gets into Courage’s thoughts

And gives him the harsh reality

But is the one

The one that gives him the power

To defeat Fear?

Two beautiful women

Who have guided him through his life;

Hope and Willpower

Hope shows him

That chances of victory rather than failure

Willpower fills him

With the strength and control to claim

The victory

A swing of the sword

The one filled with brave warriors

Defeats Fear

All of him

At least for now

So that Courage can keep going

Onward with his journey

Where?

Through all of our hearts

He wants to help us keep going

Courage is

The brave warrior

Inside of all of us

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                Oh my, where should I even begin with Maxwell?

                He’s definitely a top favorite of mine. After all, he’s second in the top three sub-deities. Call him the Hades if you will. (And the Lawrence would be the Zeus and Serene is the Poseidon, but let’s save them for another day). It’s just, well, he’s done some-no, MANY questionable things. So no, I wouldn’t consider him a good person, but he still has heart. Not to be that person, but his actions are probably the reason his son hates him; Drake. Yes, that grouchy wolf kid you met in the first chapter? This is his dad. Yeah.

                Well, let’s start. First his pros.

                -He has a soft spot for children.

                -He honestly tries to do what’s best.

                -He has a decent personality—good sense of humor (though can be sick), nice to his friends, etc.

                And now the cons.

                -That soft spot for children is a LITTLE creepy sometimes.

                -He’s a huge control freak.

                -He’s incredibly sadistic and masochistic (he’s just a guy that enjoys pain in general)

                -Bloodthirsty effer. Incredibly.

                -He has the mood swings of a PMS-ing teenage girl.

                -He loves the most violent way possible, even though we are a peaceful organization.

                Why did listing his cons feel good I don’t know.

                But anyways, I can’t blame him though. His parents were slaughtered right in front of him and his siblings when he was five. And he was the youngest. Then he’s was split from his siblings in the adoption/foster system and was put in a crappy house full of drunks. I think you might know how THAT turned out. Then he had that ONE teacher at school that always made him feel like shit, which encouraged the other students to do the same, and that just wore on his mentality for years. (With a dramatic far fetched story you'd probably wouldn't believe me but TRUST ME it happened, as scary as it is) And once he got his abilities and was awakened, that did not help.

                When you get awakened by me, your powers affect your personality/mentality a bit. For example, awakening a passionate, bright, hot power like fire will make louder, more confident, and even angrier (Alex).

                So that being said, Maxwell’s power is darkness, fear, and nightmares. You can probably guess that this didn’t put a positive spin on his personality.

                But either, way, I’d wish he’d be a better role model, at least for his son.

                While Will was getting treated, Maxwell decided to visit Drake’s room. He creaked open his bedroom door and slipped in, taking the form of a black cat. He hopped onto Drake’s bed and circled around him. Drake happened to have taken the form of a Siberian husky while he slept. Maxwell sat close to him and began to rub himself against him, trying to wake him up (this all sounds really odd I know but keep in mind they are animals right now). He purred. “Oh, my dearest son?”

                Drake growled and slowly opened his eyes. He glared at Maxwell. “What do you want Dad?”

                “I can’t come say goodnight to my own son?”

                “I went to bed three hours ago Dad.”

                “Hmph. Well, you should have told me.”

                “Why?”

                “I would have put you to bed.”

                “I’m not five anymore Dad. Add ten years, in case you haven’t caught up.” He rolled over.

                As sad as it is, the most conflicting relationship that Maxwell has is with his own son.

                

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Bea was sitting in her room during that conversation with her cousin Marshal. She was on her bed, and he was at the foot of it, watching in silence as she played yet ANOTHER one of those shooting games. (Seriously people this is what you’re doing with the discovery of electricity I gave you? Then you wonder why violence has raised over the years.) She happened to be doing very good at this one.

                “Marshal, you wanna play,” she asked.

                Marshal shook his head. The boy never says much, and when he does, it’s only when absolutely necessary. I don’t know why though. Maybe it is because he feels more comfortable when not speaking, or maybe he’s afraid of saying something harsh. I don’t know. He’s always been a bit of an enigma.

                “Whatever,” she said. Muttering to herself after fact, she said, “You’re saving yourself from an ass kicking anyways.”

                Marshal has never been a fan of his cousin’s cockiness. With her being only twelve, and him fifteen, it was almost natural for him to be concerned for her future. He always wondered where her attitude would get her in the real world.

                Meanwhile, a woman with bright orange hair and the smoothest of dark skin was giving Will a therapy session. Her name was Jennifer Crys, a master of the mind and knowledge. She’s one of my finest sub-deities (meaning second generation), though a little colder than desired (not that this has anything to do with anything, but her daughter’s a little pain).

                So the session began. “William,” she started.

                “Will. Just Will.”

                She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses. “Okay, Will. When you are bored, what do you feel like doing-and give me an APPROPRIATE answer this time. I’m tired of asking that question and getting a disgusting answer.”

                “Then just stop asking that question.” He smirked.

                “Will. Answer it.”

                “Fine,” he sighed, “I feel like…going out and doing the daily justice.”

                “Will.”

                “Fine I’ll lay the truth on you. I go out and slaughter anyone who’s seems off. Or if you want an elegant answer, I ice sculpt in my room.”

                Jennifer just stared at him.

                “What? My chainsaw can’t have more than one use?”

                “No Will, it’s just…” She sat there for a moment. “It’s just we haven’t seem to have made ANY progress on your mental stability.”

                “Well, why are you bothering?”

                “Because anyone who is going to be affiliated with the Facio must be abiding to the common law.”

                Thanks for formally using my real name Jen. Thanks. Way to make me sound like a crone.

                “But what about Maxwell?”

                She gulped. “Um…what about him?”

                “That’s what I’m asking you.”

                “But what exactly about him?”

                “That’s my question!”

                “Yes, I know, but what ABOUT him, Will?”

                “Jeez…who’s on first Jen?”

                I know what she’s doing though. She is deliberately avoiding bringing up Maxwell and his habits…and she really should, especially if we are trying to STOP Will from killing, not give him an idol. The only reason this kid’s not in jail is because I took him in.

                I wish Maxwell would just behave though…

Ace of Hearts

            This last card was very interesting. I liked how it was personal then others, when the names were touching upon Ritchie, Marv, and Audrey. It was probably a bit easier to solve than the others, since they are his friends, and he already knows what their problems were (except for Marv’s child, though, that was new information for Ed). However, I would guess executing the tasks were more difficult, since they were more on the personal level. How easy would it be telling your love you do in fact love them? Probably very hard. So that would probably be the challenge of this card. I also enjoyed the fact it was around Christmas time, so it almost acted like an additional Christmas gift for his friends. As they say, “Tis the season of giving”. Overall, Ed was giving hope.

            The most challenging, like I said in the previous paragraph (Or what I would guess, given it seems to be difficult) was confessing his love to Audrey. The way he did it was romantic too. And the love he received back was very touching indeed. This, however, disproved my theory that he would fall for Sophie.

            The fact Marv had a child shocked. My theory is that is why he’s a bit of a jerk all the time, and why he gets mad fairly easily; he’s probably stressing over the fact that he had left a child, and he was slowly making up for it using his forty-thousand dollars that he has been saving up, not even touching the account. It shows though how much he actually cares, and for that I like him a little more. And Ed confronting Marv’s girlfriend’s father about the way he was treating Marv, it showed how much he cares about what Marv is doing to fix the situation.

            This card was a card that was a bit of a transition. It started off with Ed nearly losing his mind over the Ace of Hearts. He heard and saw “hearts” everywhere, as he claims. I am not entirely cure what that meant, but my guess it would mean he could not stop thinking about this one card. It was probably because it was the last one, too, so he must have been afraid of what was the challenge to come from this card. But as we progress in this part, the mood is lifted as Ed makes miracle after miracle, helping his friends and having a good time during the holiday season.

            Whoever chose him to be the “messenger”, however, is very frightening to me. In order to know all the information they do, they would have to either be closer then Ed thinks, like a friend or family member, or be stalking him. I hope it is someone close to him, because the thought of someone stalking him and making these challenges for him to do is a bit unsettling. This would have to be something we would find out in the last part: The Joker.