Prologue: Our Dead World
This world is dying. There aren't many people left here, but those who are still around live in fear and hide in shame. The Earth's last line of defense even fears the wrath of the new rule.
No one has seen a happy day since Charmcaster took over the world. With her army of drones constantly wandering around, looking for people left in this dead world, she has her fun with her victims. She relishes in the torment that she causes and the pain she inflicts.
The only people who will stand against her have failed many times to stop her. And this gang of friends has lost many in the attempts to destroy her.
"Don't tell me you won't trade?"
A girl of seventeen stood in front of a rickety desk, her hands on her hips. She was beautiful; long; dark; purple hair, matching eyes and pale skin. However her skin was marred with battle scars, two on her lower left arm and a fresh scar still stitched with thick black thread on her left cheek. Her outfit, which consist of a blue tang top, skin tight black capris and black goth boots, which had no laces, simple bandage wrapping held it on her foot, was fit for combat and the two guns she held on her waist defiantly shined in the glow of the words "back off".
"There is nothing of value about this gem." A small mutant rodent said.
The girl bit her bottom black lip, "This is all I have. We need food."
"Sorry." he shrugged her off.
"Damn it, Argit!" She snapped slamming her palm on the desk.
"Carly, chill!" Argit step back throwing his hands up. "That desk is very fragile."
"It's not the only thing." Carly growled. She reached for her Twin Shooters.
Argit's eyes widen then he ran and hide behind a bedazzled mirror. "Woh, Carly There is no need for that kind of violence."
Carly glared Argit down, "If you don't give me something to bring back, I'll make you into a roasted rodent."
"Fine fine." Argit said. With a shaking hand he handed Carly a basket of vegetables and a bread loaf. "It's all I can give for that much."
Carly smirked then took the basket. "It was nice doing business with you, Argit."
"Next time bring something valuable." Argit called after her.
Carly smiled to herself as she pulled out one of her guns again and fired it at the tent with which Argit ran his business. The energy bullet blasted into the tent sending it into the air.
Carly took off running before she could hear Argit's angry banter.
"Here's dinner." Carly said setting her basket on the table in the middle of a living room that looked like it had been ransacked and bombed.
"That's all there is?" whined a boy of sixteen.
His shirt looked like it somehow had more tears in it then usual. He was missing a pocket in his old green cargo pants and combat boots that were held to his foot by a bandage wrapping around his ankles. His brown shaggy hair hung in his bright green eyes and he had a scar across his nose and two that crossed each other on his left shoulder.
"Ben don't whine. We should be lucky we got this much." snapped a girl of sixteen.
This girl like Carly was pretty with her long blonde ponytail, dark eyes and tan skin. She wore a short light blue tang top, a long red scarf wrapped around her neck and two arm guards. She had a long warrior's blade hanging off her hip, a black leather mini skirt and knee high heels. She too had scars: one on her left eye and two on her lower arm and a 'x' shaped scar on her upper left abdomen.
"But I was hoping for meat." Ben sighed.
"Shelby's right. If you want meat then you should go hunt for it yourself." another girl grunted.
Just as pretty as the other two girls, this one had long red hair tied back in a ponytail, peach colored skin and bright green eyes. She wore a long sleeved, hot pink, shirt ripped at the shoulders and cut-off shorts with black leggings and black combat boots just like her cousin Ben. And like everyone else she had her share of battle scars; one sadly went right across her beautiful face and another was on her right shoulder.
"Either way, we have food that's what matters." Carly sighed as she sat in a dusty arm chair.
"We'll find some meat soon, right?" Ben asked.
"Only once in a blue sky." Shelby sighed leaning against Ben and closed her eyes.
"We haven't seen a blue sky in years." Gwen huffed sitting in a chair across from her friends.
Since Charmcaster's rule began the sky has always been red, blood red. The building are destroyed and food is scarce. Finding meat is rare and many have died from starvation. This is the world they lived in and this was the world they were going to save before it was truly to late. But they knew they needed more help.