Prologue

Somewhere in the United States, in a small abandoned cabin in the mountains, an evil plot is in the making...

'It's almost ready, Sire.' A creature informs his master.

'Ah, excellent.' He rubs his hands and smiles like the devil himself.

Meanwhile, in Detroit, Michigan, a small group of people have gathered for an urgent meeting...

'I've called you here, because word is going around that He's almost ready with the preparations for his plan. This is the moment we've all been fearing for so long.' Gasps are heard around the dark, secret basement. Startled whispers start up, until the leader puts and end to it.

'Silence. I know you're all scared. But we knew this moment might come some day. And it's time to follow our own procedures.'

'But you said we wouldn't have to. You said He was stopped!' A loud voice exclaims.

'We thought He was. But He managed to escape and with the help of the followers that he has left, he was able to get His strength back and prepare the plan.'

'So, what should we do?' Another voice asks.

'We have to do what we have to do. We all signed the contract. I know we never intended to use this, but it's our only chance. If we don't do this, the world as we know it, will never be the same again.'

'Are you saying we have to...'

'Yes, we will have to release the powers.' A new set of gasps goes around the table.

'But who will receive them?' A deeper voice is heard from the back.

'Whoever is next in line.'

'But they don't know! We've kept this a secret in our family for so long, only we know about it.'

'Yes, I know. But we have no choice. Our family secret will finally have to be revealed to them. I just hope they're ready for it...'

The small group nods and goes back to scared whispers and concern. The leader turns away from them and stares through the narrow window up into the sky, where the moon can be seen. She starts to whisper.

'In five days, a full moon will appear. When the clock strikes twelve, our ceremony will start. You're our only hope now. Don't let us down...'

Five days later, just one minute until the clock strikes twelve, in a field hidden from public view...

'Sire, we ask of you, take these powers and give them to the ones they belong to. Our saviors. May they face their destiny with pride and dignity. The fate of our planet now lies in their hands. Sisters, let us join hands for the final part of the ceremony. Let's close our eyes and start the countdown together...ten..nine..eight..seven..six..five..' The voices are barely heard anymore as the wind picks up and lightning strikes. '..four..three..two..one..'

A white light appears and floats away, towards a house. When it reaches the house, it splits into three and reaches inside, every piece heading towards a different form and is inhaled by the unknowing forms, sleeping innocently. Not knowing that the fate of the world now lies on their shoulders...

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A/N Hi there! I know this is a very different kind of story than I usually write, but I love this kind of genre and this idea has been stuck in my head for a while now, so I thought I'd release it.

Sorry for the confusion, but everything will become clear very soon, I promise :)

If you have any questions, comments, advice, anything you want to say, please R&R!

Thank you and I hope you like my new idea. Much Love, Baxxie