Explanation; Stay Tuned 4 Story

Disclaimer: First off, none of the characters are mine. Well, kind of. Thanks to nicoleblakk for letting me do this to her great story. Be sure to go read the original, 'cause it was awesome. Just a little different from what you shall be encountering in my writing. More of the actual story, but not nearly as good descriptions. As you can obviously tell, i do not own Slugterra, or nicoleblakk's characters.

Chapter One: (Coolest Title Ever) Blakk Dawn

A cold breeze ran through the chilly air in the hidden cavern known as Longhorn, which was located under the Cavern of Time.

Very few knew its location, and even fewer lived there.

As far as Amara knew, she and her guardian were the only ones that lived there.

There were a very few amount of visitors, so she had many slugs and ways to pass the time when she wasn't training.

She shivered in the disheartening wind, watching the light hit the horizon faster than the sound could reach the seventeen year old.

The mecha-beast was a sound of loathing for the child; it meant her 'apprenticeship' was to begin.

To be honest, she wasn't all that excited about the opportunity.

She was to be his slave, so to speak, though her guardian was going to make sure it wasn't like that.

The shadow-black mecha-beast wasted no time approaching the obscure opening.

Amara could feel her breaths getting faster, and she ordered herself to calm down.

Her body willingly obeyed.

After an eternity of waiting, the man showed his face, as he hopped off of his heavy-duty mecha.

"Doctor Blakk, my friend, it has been a long time." My guardian greeted the feared leader.

"Yes, and time itself has its own rewards. Speaking of rewards, how is the target?" He shot back, eagerness to leave confirmed by his face.

Not very good at concealing his emotions, is he? She thought to herself.

"Eliminated, as promised. And the girl is to your right."

This was my cue.

Along with confirmation of the death of the target, my guardian had promised me to the doctor, so he would leave our cavern unharmed.

I didn't really care, i was going to leave someday, might as well be with a man who will train me.

My guardian had done a fairly good job of training me.

I was a lethal force to be reckoned with.

I had built my own blaster, and learned most martial arts techniques, and had a few madly dangerous slinging tactics.

Blakk turned to the spot where my guardian had pointed, where i was attempting to avoid his view.

I was embarrassed to admit my shyness, yet it's an extremely obvious trait of personality, one that is easily seen, yet unwanted in terms of admittance.

He seemed to be attempting to determine her eye color, which only made her shy away farther.

Then he continued the conversation.

"I see. Deal." He told my guardian, passively nodding and turning back towards his mecha-beast.

I groaned inside, picked up my lone bag, and walked forward grudgingly.

My slugs hid inside my black hoodie as i neared the evil man known as Dr. Blakk.

I slung my black and white duffel bag over my shoulder, and lowered my head as I approached my guardian for what i thought would be the last time.

I could've sworn that i saw Blakk smirk.

My low hanging arms wrapped around him, for he was taller than I.

He returned the hug, and held it.

Our eyes met, and his told me to be strong, while mine asked "Why?"; the only thing I could say.

I counted the seconds.

At twenty, we both retreated, and I, sagging, grabbed my bag.

Blakk turned away, walking towards his nearby Mecha.

I gave one last loving look to my guardian, the person who had raised me for as long as I could remember, which wasn't very long.

I had been hit by a ghouled memory slug when I was 14, so I couldn't remember anything before that.

Memory slugs were native to my cavern, so about everyone's been hit by one.

Regular ones make you lose up to ten minutes of memory, depending upon their experience.

Ghouled ones, well, erase all memory, except those of movement, breathing, speech, to name a few.

All slinging tips stayed though, oddly.

I ceased to drag my feet when I neared his large, dark mecha-beast.

It was because I noticed a few more near the mouth of the cavern.

He hadn't come alone. She realized.

Blakk motioned for her to step into the back, as he was already sitting in the front, waiting patiently.

I obeyed, and climbed in, tossing her stuff to one side, gentle enough not to hurt my slugs that were hiding in there.

As the mecha-beast started to move, I unzipped the bag, taking out my Arachnet and Armashelt.

These were all the slugs my guardian had allowed me to bring; he didn't want me to look hostile.

We neared the two other mechas.

One guy looked slightly younger than me; blond hair and a strange looking slug on his shoulder.

The other was vampiric, black and red eyes surrounded by nearly white flesh. The ugly slugs were hanging in their cases on his slug-belt.

They all started to load their blaster, with the exception of Blakk, who had an absence of slugs, I noticed, so I loaded mine as well.

The blond looked at it, face full of wonder. "Where did you get that?"

The seemingly ignorant Dr. Blakk perked up his ears to hear the answer, though still attempting to seem inconspicuous.

"I made it myself." I responded, turning back to it, and scratching it's paintless surface, while trying to avoid attention.

Blakk snickered, bumping my nervousness up by a million, which he enjoyed. "That's useful. You might be worth it in the end." He told me.

I turned my head away, biting my lip in a desperate attempt not to smile at the praise.

"Let's go." He ordered the group.

I climbed back on the back of Blakk's wildebeast Mecha, hiding my face from him while trying to visualize my home.

The first while it was saddening, but I wouldn't cry, nor show any emotion, for it is weak to reveal emotion, I told myself.

The farthest away we got, the more I came to terms with the fact I would probably never return.

Even though it was a good thing, it wouldn't seem that way for a while.

A black and red citadel was the only thing you could draw your attention to, the cavern was so full.

It was magnificent, the citadel, with an intricately woven design of a V which appeared to be omnipresent, always there.

I gasped in awe, and could hear the strangely comforting chuckle of Dr. Blakk.Why is it do comforting? Why do I feel safe? This man is evil… I think.

Confusion muddled her face.

Blakk caught her expression.

Is something wrong with the citadel?

He studied it, noting that it was the only visible thing besides the path.

He turned back to see her face, which was hidden from him.

Her medium length Auburn hair shifted around slightly in the wind, practically calling to him.

He wanted to touch it, to feel it run between his fingers and touch his face, tickling him.

He mentally slapped himself.

She isn't even 19 yet! Be patient you creep. He scolded himself violently.

He knew that a week from now was her birthday, but she didn't seem to care.

The blaster thing had impressed him, and he already liked her, but he didn't want to admit anything, just to train her.

Once she reached 30, he had promised her guardian, she would have a choice; leave, or stay.

He parked the mecha-beast inside the garage, and left Diablo and Twist to introduce themselves.

He had stuff to attend to…