In the begining of this story Wayne is dead and gone, The DHIs have been disabled and have moved away, and basically the Overtakers have gained control over Disney World

Chapter 1

Mark held his head in his hands. With all the DHIs gone and Wayne dead Disney seemed doomed. Wanda was too emotionally traumatized by the death of her father to take his position. Mark had been the only relative that could do the job.

He had heard his uncle talking on and on about the Kingdom Keepers ever since last year. Wayne had trusted his nephew a lot with the secret.

Now Mark was at his uncle's grave. He looked up for a brief moment. He couldn't change the fact that his uncle was dead. Mark hadn't believed one thing Wayne said about Disney World after hours. Mark hadn't believed in the DHIs crossing over to the parks. He hadn't believed in the Overtakers.

Now they have won.

The other DHIs were disabled after Wayne's death. The moms had moved away after hearing about the death. They were afraid for they're kids' sake that they might get hurt or worse. Now Maleficent was getting stronger by the minute.

Mark remembered the one thing that Wayne had told him before he had died. Lying on his deathbed he had told Mark to find replacements for the DHIs. Mark had promised that he would, but he didn't know how to do it. He had to find kids. It would look like he was stalking them to other parents. He couldn't bare the mistake of that.

Mark, not knowing what to do, sat in his pick-up truck. He pressed the start button and started driving away. He needed to find some kids. They need to be stronger than the last group of DHIs. It's not that they weren't strong. It's just that Disney World needs a hero, badly.

I patted the wad of money in my pocket. It was a whole ten dollars, almost whole season's savings where I come from. I walked down the dark alley. Thugs passed by me. They sneered and I gave a stare back. I didn't look the strongest. In fact, I had no muscle on me at all. The alley was my place. I was well known here among the gamblers. Shameful gambling is, I know. But it puts food on the table.

The most popular game here is Snap. I am pretty good at it. I might have a dirty win from time to time, but what does that matter.

Snap isn't so complicated. There are six cards, face up, on a table. You bet on which card with the number the dice will roll. Someone rolls his dice. If your card has the identical number as the one on the dice, you get whatever the others laid down for bet.

A man saw me come up to the alley. He grinned at me. "Well, isn't it nice to see our little gambler. Pull up a seat."

I pulled up a metal chair. The man looked about forty-years-old. He laid down six cards. I pulled out my dice. The other four nodded and took a card. I took an ace.

"How's it going Frank?" I asked.

"Cut the chat and place your bet." Roger said to my right. He was about thirty-five.

I laid down five dollars. In the alley this was a lot of money. I think it's mostly because the people here are poor. The four guys around me gawked.

"You sure you want to do that?" Harry asked.

Roger shushed him. "Let her bet. Besides, I need the money."

Then we heard footsteps behind us. I turned in my chair. A man in a tuxedo was walking down the alley towards us. He was obviously rich. He even walked fancy.

"Hello, chaps." He said in a funny accent. "Mind if I join you?"

I patted a chair. "Not at all." I said. "Pick a card."

The man made a face at our slimy cards and took out his own pack. He fiddled with them for a moment and then picked up a two of spades. I smiled. He actually thought he was going to win.

"You going to bet?" I asked.

The man fumbled in his pocket. I heard the change make a beautiful metallic sound as they collided with each other. He pulled out a crisp bill and slapped it on the table.

It was a fifty-dollar bill.

I hurriedly rolled the dice. I couldn't wait to get my earnings. I watched the old man's face as the dice landed on one. He crossed his arms. I gathered all the bets in my arms. This was much more than I make in a month. I was about to leave when the rich man grabbed my shoulder.

"I don't believe you won on your own luck." The man said. He extended a hand. "Let me see your dice."

I reluctantly gave him my dice.

He rolled it-one. He rolled it again-again a one. Again he rolled a one. He turned to me. He had a frown on his face. He was greatly upset.

"These dice are rigged!" The man shouted. He threw my dice against the wall and they shattered.

I was silent for a minute and then said. "Yeah, who rigged my dice?"

The man didn't buy it. He came at me in a threatening way. Only then did I notice his muscles. They were huge.

Then I pointed to the air. "What the heck is that?" I shouted. Everyone turned and I stuck the money in my backpack and ran.

"Hey!" I heard the gang say. "Get her!"

Everyone was chasing me at once. I felt trapped. I felt like a lone rabbit being hunted down by a pack of coyotes. I run around the corner and down the sidewalk. My lungs start burning after a while. I turned sharply around another corner.

Suddenly a pair of arms pulls me through a door. I watch the men run past me. I could hear the angry shouts and footsteps fading. Once the noise stopped the arms relaxed and let go of me.

"You always seem to get in trouble don't you?"

"Oh, be quiet, Ian." I snapped. "Besides, I already got what I wanted." I pulled out my pack and showed him the money.

"What'd you do," Ian asked. "Mug them?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "No," I said. "I might be a gambler and a cheat, but I am not a criminal."

"Sure you aren't." Ian muttered. "Anyway, what are you going to do with that pack of cash?"

"How about we buy a burger?"

The inside of McDonalds was busy. Many people were lined up for the greasy, yet satisfying, food. I heard the clicking of the cash registers and the hustle in the kitchen. We were next in line. I got my money ready. Ian looked up at the menu, trying to decide whether he wanted a Big Mac or a chicken sandwich. I had set my mind on a cheeseburger with fries.

The lady at the cash register in front of us was snotty. She had long greasy blonde hair and zits all over her face. She wore a thick coat of red lipstick and blue eye shadow. Her nails were purple and gnarly. Her hands had warts on them. In general, she was a mess.

"Can I help you?" The lady said in a nasally voice.

"I'd like a cheeseburger and he'll have…"

"A Big Mac," He finished for me. "And a rootbeer."

The lady took our money and stalked away without looking back.

"Weird one she is." Ian whispered with his imitation of a British accent. "Completely mental."

"Indeed." I said in my horrible British accent. Ian just laughed.

Once we got our food we sat down at an isolated table away from others. I just don't really like crowds. Ian was a little bit more outgoing than I was, though.

I bit off piece of my burger. I couldn't help but have a feeling like I'm being watched. I look around but see no one looking in our direction. Ian sees this and laughs.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked. "Are you afraid that rich dude will catch you?"

"A bit." I admitted.

Ian took another bit of his Big Mac. "It's not like he's going to follow you around town." He said with his mouth full. He took a drink of his rootbeer and got up. "Sorry, be right back."

Ian ran off to the men's restroom. I finished off my burger and fries when I heard a voice from the back of the restaurant. It was calling my name, repeatedly. I looked over in that direction. No one was there. I heard it again.

"Violet." It said with a hiss.

I could see it this time. It seemed to glide towards the door. I felt drawn to the person's direction. I couldn't seem to stop my legs from walking to the door. The cloaked figure hovered out of the double doors.

"Violet." Ian said. I jerked back. "Snap out of it. Come look at this."

I blinked. What had happened? Ian led me to our table. There was a mighty kid's meal on a tray there. I looked around to see if someone had set it down for a minute. No one was near us.

"Where'd this come from?" I asked Ian.

"I have no idea. I just saw it when I came back."

I opened the cardboard box to find a note. Ian raised an eyebrow. I unfolded the note.

I read it softly so that no one else would hear. "I hear you need some money. Meet me at 435 Maple Street, 7:30."

"It's these kind of shady deals that I hate!" Ian hissed in my ear. He saw the look on my face. "You're considering it?"

"Well, it's not everyday a person offers you money."

"He isn't! There's got to be a catch."

I was still thinking about it.

"Are we going to go?" Ian asked me.

There was a long period of silence. This could be a trap. This guy could kidnap us. I shivered at the possible things he could do to us. This was a bad idea.

"Let's go."

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