My first NERDS story! I might write more, depending on how well people like this one.

I got this idea from the Author of Mother Thalia. I can't remember who right now, but you should read that story. Seriously. It's a great story.

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If you've read Heracles the Strong, I promise, I'm working on it right now! It'll be done soon. Very soon.

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EDIT:Cover by Hero girl(Tumblr)

Now, what do we say to this nice person for taking the time to make a cover for this story?

...I'm waiting!

The Hyena rushed to The Playground, stumbling as she rounded a tight corner. The school was, thankfully, deserted. She had received an urgent message from the NERDS, and didn't feel like dealing with obstacles-such as annoying 6th graders. It sounded like trouble. The Hyena knew it must be bad if they couldn't handle it by themselves...And she was looking forward to seeing Jackson again, for the first time since Ms. Holiday turned traitor.

Wham! Someone slammed into her. A very large someone. The Hyena was thrown backwards and smacked against the row of lockers. Conveniently, these lockers were the entrance to the Playground. The Hyena held a hand to her head. She blearily looked up at a giant mass of a man and backpedaled into the lockers again in shock. He wasn't wearing anything except a diaper-okay, a loincloth. Same thing, right? And-the Hyena had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing- a green bib-and-bonnet combo. The huge, spiked club was not funny, however. The Hyena guessed he was either an unlucky henchman or a very unlucky goon.

The man grunted and hefted his club, his small, dull eyes glaring. Yep, definitely a goon. No one else could be that troll-like. He brought it up over his head, and the Hyena prepared for the worst, when another man burst out from behind him.

Hyena could now see where they had come from. It was a large, slightly smoking hole. It looked like someone had blasted through the school wall. The Hyena knew that that was never a good sign. Dr. Jigsaw, the last maniac she had worked for(That job didn't work out well, unsurprisingly), never incinerated walls. Plenty of people, but walls. He wasn't insane enough to do that, although he was plenty insane.

The new man was holding a long, empty syringe. He was dressed more or less normally, aside from a metallic green cape and the lime green bag slung over his shoulder. He looked around, his gaze resting on the Hyena.

The Hyena shivered. The bright, bug-eyed look creeped her out.

"Well, well!" The man cried. He had a very high voice, the Hyena noticed. "Another little one. Tell, me, little one. Do you have any hidden powers?"

Hidden Powers? ...The NERDS! The Hyena thought with a jolt. But this man isn't in handcuffs, and he looks more or less unharmed. That means...Oh no...

The man grinned, as if he could read her thoughts. "The other little ones fought well, I'll admit that much. But they were no match for my Infansinator!" He threw his head back and laughed. A strange, wild laugh.

The Hyena rubbed her temples and groaned. Great. Another crazy Supervillain. Just what I need today.

The man started talking to himself, while his goon just stood there, looking like he was used to it. "They went down quick! They were no match for me, Doctor Xavier!" He laughed. Then, suddenly, he stopped. He gave The Hyena a twisted sideways smile. "Lets see if this little one fights like the others. Maybe she doesn't fight at all!" Still grinning, Dr. Xavier tossed the empty syringe away and pulled a fresh one from his bag. It was filled with a clear, thick liquid. "Lets see her turn into a really little one! Just like the others!" He giggled as though he had made a joke.

The Hyena pulled herself together and stood, battle ready, in front of Dr. Xavier. She gave what she hoped was a fierce, intimidating glare, even though she was still a little light-headed. Dr. Xavier cocked his head and waved the syringe at her. "Nope! She'll fight. Brucey? Take her out." Gone was his childish demeanor. Now, Dr. Xavier looked downright scary.

The goon, who had turned at the sound of his name, grunted in delight. He swung his club, but the Hyena jumped clear of it. She pulled a knife from her belt and slashed at Bruce's hand, the one holding the club. Bruce roared in pain and dropped the club. He swung at his opponent with the other hand, who dodged easily, but tripped over the fallen club. She landed on the floor with a thump.

The Hyena winced and pushed herself up. Luckily, she had missed the spikes, but the fall still hurt. It was easier-much easier- to do these things when she was training to be an assassin. You need to start up training again. She scolded herself.

The Hyena eyed Bruce, who was reaching for his club again. She retrieved her knife, then whirled around and kicked Bruce in the jaw, causing him to stumble backward. The Hyena didn't pause. She advanced and sucker punched him in the stomach. It didn't do much, however, and Bruce retaliated, throwing a punch at her head. The Hyena ducked and roundhouse kicked him in the same place. This time Bruce doubled over, clutching his stomach.

Satisfied that Bruce was down for at least a few minutes, the Hyena sighed and turned to Dr. Xavier. He grinned, but it seemed a little forced this time. "Well! Aren't you a strong little one!" Dr. Xavier glanced down at a nonexistent watch on his wrist. "Oops! Time to go. Bye, little one!" He squeaked. He pocketed the syringe and grabbed his goon -who had just barely recovered- by the arm and darted down the hall. The Hyena moved to stop them, but it was too late. She was about to give chase when she saw the huge, smoking hole, and remembered why she was there in the first place.

The Hyena hesitantly moved closer and looked down. It was black, except for a rope ladder leading down to a dot of light. Probably the playground. The Hyena eyed the rope. It would be a lot safer, but too slow. She stood at the edge, sucked in a deep breath, and jumped.

The Hyena tumbled off of a chair(Seriously? What idiot put a chair there?*) and landed on the floor. She took in her surroundings for a second. Everything was where it was supposed to be, surprisingly. It was quiet, sort of, except for faint voices coming from behind a closed door. The Hyena slowly got up, eyes on the door. It looked plain enough. Nothing to suggest what might be on the other side.

A crash sounded, and the voices silenced for a second. Then they started up again, slightly louder than before.

The Hyena abandoned all caution, ran to the door, and threw it open.

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight on the other side.

Absolutely nothing.

There were five five and six year old kids, all clustered around a large round table. The blond boy with braces was arguing with a freckled redhead.A short , black haired girl was cheering them on. Another girl -this one with short blond hair and glasses hanging off of her head- was yelling her head off at all three of them. A slightly chubby African-American boy was watching silently, looking mildly interested. The last one, a thin, jittery Mexican boy was pawing around a backpack. He pulled out a candy bar, yelled "Score!" and stuffed it into his mouth. All of them were wearing clothes that looked to be several sizes too big.

The Hyena just watched with an open mouth and a growing feeling of horror mixed with suspicion. She stumbled over to the Duncan look-alike. "H-hey! You! What's your name?" P-please don't say Duncan Dewey! She begged silently.

The kid stared at her warily. "Duncan. Whas** your name?"

The Hyena wanted to scream. This was impossible. People can't turn into little kids! It's just not possible! What had said? They turned into very little ones? Only now did she realized what that meant.

Duncan frowned. He apparently didn't like being ignored. "Why are you so quiet? Your face look funny. Did you eat something bad?" He pestered her.

The Hyena snapped back to the present. "I wish," She muttered. "It would be so much easier to deal with." A little bit louder, she said, "No. My name is the Hyena."

Duncan thought hard for a second. "Isn't a Hyena like a dog?"

Hyena narrowed her eyes. "I guess," She replied uncertainly.

Duncan giggled. "I'm gonna call you Doggie!"

The Hyena clenched her teeth together in frustration. "No, you will call me Hyena. My name is not Doggie!"

Duncan smiled innocently. "Okay, Doggie."

The Hyena was about to say something extremely rude when another crash sounded. Whirling around, she saw that the kids that were arguing with each other(Jackson and Heathcliff, Hyena guessed. God, he looked even cuter when he was 6...) had broken out into a small fistfight/wrestling match. The crash happened Jackson was knocked backwards into a chair, which snapped against the sudden weight. It didn't faze him, however, and they kept fighting. Matilda hovered nearby, looking like she might jump in at any second.

Ruby -or at least Hyena thought it was Ruby, she looked different- had given up yelling at them and was sulking in her chair.

The Hyena closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Something tugged at her sleeve, and she looked down. Duncan had gotten up and was looking up at her expectantly.

"What?" She snapped.

Duncan looked around. When he was sure no one was listening, he motioned for the Hyena to listen closely. "These clothes feel weird. Can you help me change into something else? I don't know how." He said into her ear. Then, he looked down and scuffled his feet, obviously embarrassed. "Please don't tell the others!" He suddenly begged. "They'll laugh at me!"

The Hyena's eyes were wide. For a second she couldn't breathe. Even the thought of helping...But you're a boy! "S...sure!" She choked out. "Just...later, okay? I have to figure some things out."

Duncan nodded, still looking at the ground. "Thanks..." He mumbled.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the Hyena was never so sure about something in her life. She groaned and put her head in her hands. I'd give anything for Ms. Holiday-the non-evil one- to be here. I'm not cut out for this.

Yes! First chapter up! Please, review. Tell me what you thing. It would make me so incredibly happy. It will only take a few seconds, I promise.

Did I mention that everyone who reviews gets a shoutout, and that the person with the best review/idea gets the next chapter dedicated to them?

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**=I misspelled that on purpose. He's five, remember?

The Team might seem a little-or extremely, depending on the person- OOC. Remember, this is because they are much younger, and in my experience, 5/6-year-olds act very different from 11/12-year-olds.

Thanks for reading!

Love,

~Riverstone