Hello all my wonderful fans of mine, The Hex girls, and the DP universe :) It's your friend Dresner1817 bringing you yet another story with Karl Dael!

"Going Under" takes place a month after "Door to Deliverance" in my Timeline. I hope you all enjoy another story of mine and please please please! R&R F&F.

Disclaimer: I own nothing But Karl Dael. Any references to the "Gigagen" company belongs to Grumpydrawer and any vague reference to the Hex girls past goes to HiddenWitch 890 (Her version of the Hex Girls past is the 100% best and I recommend you check out her work and Grumpydrawers work as well)

With Love ~Dresner

Dusk laid in bed trying to sleep off a massive head ache she had been nursing for the last few days since herself and her sisters landed in Atlanta international just a few days ago after their "Darkness Falls" Tour, A tour crossing through the Middle East to South Africa, and began the long trip home back to Crystal Cove for a brief vacation from the life in the industry. The mix of jet lag, shots of bourbon, and Thorn's nagging kept the tough and irritable drummer that she was just made her headache worse as every bump on the patchy interstates of Birmingham, Alabama, passed by.

For the last few years, Dusk, 22, fought a losing battle with herself since the emission three years ago today in her new home of Crystal Cove. She couldn't, or rather refused, to remember that day...

Why would she? Besides to remember the last time she saw... Him...

Three years ago, Dusk attempted to leave the Hex Girls after an argument escalated into a fist fight with her sister, Thorn, lead to Dusk disappearing from the scene for awhile until she met a rather kind and somewhat appealing figure named Karl Dael. He was 23 at the time, Dusk was 19, but even though he was fours years her senior he was a nice and kind man who would stood by her through everything, even through the darkness of the unknown and fighting the unknown to protect her. Dusk wasn't always so attached to a guy before, her streaks of partying, cold and frightening exterior, and inability to admit human weakness to anyone in the fear of people thinking that she was weak really took the wind out of Dusk's dating sails... But her one fear, throughout her life, was that no one would love her, That she would be along forever.

But Karl was different and she knew this by the way he carried himself and on the count of him letting her, a complete stranger before the realization of when they actually met, sat in his home for the next few days until her sisters found her. In those few days Karl and Dusk learned a lot about one another and eventually the seeds of their relationship bloomed into a beautiful flower of love and devotion for one another. Karl soon became their roadie and things seemed to have turned out well for the feisty drummer and her lover, and that her fears of being alone had disappeared forever. Then they met Claudia Marlin, Thorn's mother, in Virginia and she soon sent her and her sisters on a journey to what seemed to be to the gates of hell itself...

Karl saved the girls that day and, to her knowledge at the time, gave up his life to save them.

But he came back sometime later when that... Thing... Blackened out the sky and ripped open the ground so that his minions could harvest the human race to feed his hunger... All was lost... Then he came like a guard angel clad in a black coat banishing a large sliver pistol with blueish teal fire burning from his hands and eyes. She knew that it was him, that the figure was Karl Dael without a shred of doubt in her mind and she was right. In the destroyed remains of their tour bus, they gave each other one last meaningful kiss before they rushed off to the Inn.

The emission that took place just a few minutes afterword ripped her good fortune to piece as she awoke in her bed wondering if it was all a dream... The cap on her shelf says other wise. If it was any other guy, Dusk would have simply forgot about him and tossed the old ratty cap away. But the black heart of the drum melts into goo when even the slightest memory crosses her mind or just a tiny whiff of the scent of the musty cap ran though her cute little nose. She didn't know what to think of the world anymore... The witch's ghost, Cyrus Amsel, and the dog things in Crystal Cove broke all her notions of what was real, or possible, and what wasn't.

But if Karl crossed through hell to get back to her... Then he would come back to her and she would be waiting for him...

The roar of obnoxious motorcycle engines threw Dusk out of her bed with blood shot eyes as she looked out of her window to see an a group of twelve in a formation of some kind beside the tour bus. They didn't appear to be the standard biker type, old men of about 40 or 60 with long grey beards and big bellies, but were instead young men of around their 20's or early 30's with either goat-T's or clean shaven faces and very fit. Their bikes were a mix of custom choppers and cruisers with various custom features to them, but one stood out of the pack...

At the lead was a old black custom BMW R75 motorcycle with off-road style tires, saddle bags, and a custom boxy fuel tank with a Iron Cross with two oak leafs under it on its side. The lead rider turned and looked over brief to the bus and for a moment Dusk thought he was looking at her. The ride's face was covered with a face-mask that just covered the lower half of his face and nose with sunglasses covering his eyes along with a field cap style hat that Karl's use to wear. He wore a pair of finger-less black gloves that drew her eyes to his strong arms and then to the rest of his body. A black flannel with rolled up sleeves covered by a leather vest, Torn blue jeans, and a pair of brown work boots reminded her of Karl...

"Dusk! Checkout the bikers!" Luna shouted from across the bus, interrupting Dusk in her moment.

"I'm already looking at them!" Dusk spat back as she walked to the front of the bus in a pair of short gym shorts and a tank top to see Thorn and Luna gazing out of the bus at the Bikers. They two wore a more lazy attire of sweat pants, short gym shorts, and tank tops with their hair down and casual like hers, "Wow! Look at that one!" Luna said as the bikes popped a wheelie.

"Their showing off for us!" Thorn said cheerfully as James, their driver, grunted in disapproval.

'Wow, look at those two go.' Dusk thought to herself as the two lead bikes drove in front of the tour bus to pop another wheelie. The bike next to the BMW biker was a classic sliver and black chopper with a large rider with a big gut and a clean shaven face. The rider wore a similar attire to what the BMW rider wore but with no gloves and a German style bikers helmet with a spike on top of it.

"Saints of Sonthofen MC," Dusk read out loud, "Trussville, AL. Their a biker gang! Sweet!"

"Aww that's wicked!" Thorn said in amazement as some of the guys started to stand up on their bikes and rode down the highway. The two lead rides braked to give a high five to the crazy riders and soon rejoined formation with their leaders in a moments notice into an arrow like formation in front of the bus. James was cussing and yelling for the guys to move out of his way, but they ignored his horn and sped up down the empty highway.

Meanwhile with the Bikers...

"Good show boys, that will give the Hex girls something to talk about." The lead rider said over an ear piece with joy with a touch of german in his accent.

"Boss, did you know those chicks or something?" One of the Bikers asked him.

"You can say that, but we'll see them soon." The Boss said as he opened the throttle and picked up even more speed as they close in on a convoy of three grey painted 18-Wheelers guarded by Russian GAZ Jeeps with armed guards and a .50cal in the rear.

"Get ready boys. Dark one, what's inside the trucks?" The Boss yelled into the head set to a friend of his.

"Don't call me that!" The voice of a 14 or 15 year old girl shouted back at him.

"Sorry sorry Dani," The boss replied. "I'm trying to make sure that if the Order's pigs are listing in that they don't know our names."

"Whatever!" Dani Phantom spat back as she phased out of the trailer trucks and returned to the boss. Dani was a halfa, a mix between ghost and human, she was a young girl of around 14 or 15 with black hair, or white when she changed into a ghost. She rapped her armed around his waist as she spoke up, "A few crates of AK's, AR's, and hand-grenades of all kinds. Including a few RPG's..."

"Oooh this is going to be a haul for sure!" The other lead said.

"Hell yeah Roddy!" The boss exclaimed, sending Dani out again to over shadow the rear guard GAZ.

Dani flew toward the driver and overshadowed him quickly, In a moments notice she pulled the car over to the side before knocking out the driver and the guards. "One down Boss!" She exclaimed as she flew again to the other GAZ.

"Good! Take the convoy off the Highway toward the Farm. Your doing great!" The boss said confidently over the radio as Dani over shadowed the drive and took them off highway 59 and down Gadsden highway toward the more empty side of Trussville and took the convoy to a barely started gated community, mainly paved roads with empty lots in the middle of the woods, that the Saints of Sonthofen called 'The Farm.' The convoy followed them until they reached the end of the paved road that ended at a collection of nice trailers and a brick home flying a Black, white, and yellow flag and a black and white rebel flag on flag spinners.

The guards didn't know what happen until Dani knocked them out as well and the bikers blind folded the drives of the 18 wheelers. The bikers began to unload the trailers and takeout a few of the brand new AK-12's and AK-74M Assault rifles for a little peep show.

The Boss and Roddy, the man with spiked helmet, stood side by side as their men worked tirelessly to get the trucks emptied before anyone came snooping down their road.

"Damn Boss," Roddy said with an impressed tone. "Even since you took over my club you really changed things for the better. The name is so much better than the Lords of Dixie."

"Rodrick, you give me to much credit." The boss replied as he lowered his face mask and sunglasses to reveal a Goat-T and his green eyes.

"Don't give me that shit Karl." Rodrick replied, punching his brother in the arm. "Cuz of you, we got the guns and the guys to take on those gangbangers in pinson for killing our boys and the town."

"I didn't bail you out of jail so we can start a war with a bunch of Bloods, Crips, and the whole Folk Nation over a dying town." Karl replied as he took out a pack of smokes from his pocket and offered one to his brother. "Besides, I already have a sect of Gigagen after my ass after my little run in with one or their top brass a few years back. I don't need anymore heat."

Roddy laughed, "Didn't stop you from raiding the past three convoys."

"Whatever, Let's go get a couple of drinks in town." Karl said rolling his eyes as the two brothers jumped on their bikes and rode out side by side.

Meanwhile on a UAV feed viewed from Amity Park...

"Target stole another arms convoy Mr. Coelian..." Valerie Grey replied into a radio as she watched the video feed from one of the new drones the Order bought for the Wolf Brigade.

"Ready your battalion for deployment to the Southern United States." Coelian replied coldly. "I want his head on a plate..."