Heyyy!!! Ahah, I got this idea while looking through deviantART el tigre pics!! HAWWWW. Well, hoping it's good!! OH, and again, it takes place two years later.

In life, there are opposites. Each and every thing has its opposite. The opposite of black is white, the opposite of happy is sad and the opposite of a spirit is a demon.

In the darkness of time, there is a sinister smile with a pair of glowing, sinister eyes. The eyes glowed a menacing red. The mouth gave out a menacing evil laugh.

"With this DNA I extracted from El Tigre, I will soon have my revenge!" It cackled. Its army conjured up a crowd of applauds, supporting the evil idea. A dark figure started to form in the shadows of the mysterious building. The dark figure's eyes glowed an evil green, supported by an evil smile to go along.

"You, my pet. Come!" A skeleton in a black and red dress, matching sombrero and sleeves, beckoned. The dark figure obeyed and stepped out of the shadow.

"Unlike I had planned to, I cannot scrape of all of your bothersome flesh and make you one of my banditos. Instead, what I have planned for you will be much better. Listen carefully, pet." She started off. The figure nodded. The figure was male, about the age of 15. He had dark brown curly hair, tanned mocha-colored skin and a scar over his right chocolate colored eye. He had an orange and yellow striped t-shirt and a black jacket to go over it, jeans, and sneakers.

"What you are to do is…" She started to explain, whispering the rest into his ear.

In a far corner, a tiger-based hero with a red bandana sat in the corner, tied up. His mouth was covered with duct tape, hands tied up behind his back. His feet were tied together and bent so his knees were level with his was covered in bleeding cuts, his costume torn all over the place. Blood trickled down his masked face. As tears started to trickle down his cheeks, his eyes grew wide with fear and he shook his head. He tried to muffle out a scared "NO!", but instead it came out as "Mphh, mghpph!" The tiger-based hero, otherwise known as El Tigre, wildly shook his head as he tried to wiggle free of his ties.

A girl, also of the age 15, sat crouched ouside a window. She had concern and worry deep in her eyes as she peered in at the activity in the building. She had blue hair, red goggles sitting on top of it, a red sleeveless top, red suspenders and a matching red skirt on. Her hair was slightly messed up. Her skirt had a tear at the bottom, but only a small one. She had spiked bracelets on each wrist and black combat boots on her feet. She seemed to be troubled.

"Come on, Manny, where are you?" She whispered as she looked around the building for her best friend.

"Ah-hah!" She whispered to herself in triumph.

"You understand now, what you must do, clone?" Sartana asked. The boy in front of her nodded. The girl gasped. She got up and ran to the only place she knew she could go for help. She ran through the streets, pushing pedestrians out of her way if necessary. She ran faster and harder, sweat pouring down her face. She was breathing hard. Her lungs began to burn and her heart was wildly pumping. Her legs screamed for her to stop, stop all this insane running, but she knew there was no chance. Then she bumped into something big and slightly cushiony, causing her to fall. She snapped her hands out in front of her, trying to embrace the fall. As her hands harshly hit the ground, her skin ripped open and her knees started to bleed.

"Hey, watch where you're—dad?" Frida complained, looking up.

"Frida, mi'ja! What happened?" Chief Suarez asked his youngest daughter in concern.

"Dad, it's terrible. Manny, he fought Sartana, then she took him away, and—" She started to explain. Her father stopped her.

"That Rivera punk?! Whatever happened, you are coming home right this instant!" Emiliano demanded his daughter.

"Dad, there's no time! I have to help Manny!" Frida said, angry. She pushed him out of her way and continued to run. Emiliano stood there, shocked as he saw her run away from him.

When she stopped running, she stood in front of a tall building, Casa Del Macho. She entered and went to the top floor. Once she got there, she knocked on a single door. Once it opened, a tall, buff looking hero in a grey suit top and black pants and golden boots stepped into the doorway.

"Frida? Manny is not—" He started to explain, but was interrupted.

"Manny is in trouble!" She said in a panicking and almost screaming voice. Manny's father grew wide eyed.

Well, there's chapter one for yall! Wasn't it mysterious? Hahaha I know!! It was awesome, too! Hehehe [: well review!!