Thank you Kezzywezzy25 and Vanessa for your help with the story! Vanessa has given me an idea that I'm going to use and Kezzywezzy25's idea kind of fits into it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Storm Hawks, Nerd Corps does. Vanessa really owns most of the plot and Kezzywezzy25 owns some of it. I own my Ocs.

I hope you enjoy the sequel to The Notsoperfect Perfectionist and Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

I opened my eyes and squinted in the bright white light.

Where am I? The place was completely dead. There were dead trees, gray dirt covering the ground, wilted flowers, and many other ugly features. "Hello?" I called. There was no answer. No wind. No sounds at all. I stood and swayed. I stumbled to a tree and used it to support myself. How had I gotten here? Everything looked dead. It worried me. I thought about calling out, but decided against it. Someone who I didn't want to meet might answer. I took a deep breath and began to look around the place. Where am I? What happened?

I paused and squeezed my eyes shut as all my memories came rushing back. Alejandro had stabbed me in the stomach and killed me. But why…? Because I was a danger to the Atmos. Yes. So perhaps I was better off here? How was I going to live without Ace?

The Storm Hawks were all on the ship, still Landed on Xoam, tears in their eyes over Alexis' death. The Dark Ace had taken her body and ran soon after she had passed. The last thing he told Aerrow was, "Don't even think about coming to the funeral." Roberto had left with him too. Roberto had been a spy all along. Alejandro, Vendetta, and Fernando had also gotten away.

"Aerrow, why don't you rest?" Piper suggested, placing a hand on his shoulder. He started slightly and looked up at her.

"Nah. I'll be fine." He reassured her. She still looked concerned.

"Look dude. You've had a crazy week. I think you should rest. We should all rest." Finn said.

"I think that's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say." Piper said, smirking mischievously at him. Everyone ambled off to their rooms. Aerrow followed them last. He laid in his bed and closed his eyes, begging for sleep. His wish was granted soon. The last thing he thought before he fell asleep was, Everything that happened to Alexis was my fault. Even her death. How can I live with the guilt?

The Dark Ace carried Alexis' corpse into Cyclonia. Horrible thoughts plagued him all the way down the hall. How could I have let this happen to her? Why couldn't I save her? Why was I not strong enough? Why'd she leave in the first place? Why didn't Master Cyclonis see this coming? Why am I the only one here who actually cares for her? His mind was just a blur of thoughts. He didn't know what to do.

He entered the medical unit and laid Alexis' body on a bed. He gently pulled the covers over her head. She looked so peaceful sleeping. Sleeping forever. She was finally free. He was going to cry. He was the Dark Ace. He didn't cry! He left her body and left for his room. The doctors would preserve her body until he could get together some kind of funeral. Even if he was the only one who showed up. He didn't care.

He hurried into his room and closed the door behind him. He could feel tears threatening to fall. He hadn't cried in years. Alexis was the only one who got emotion out of him. Of course she had to leave this last scar. It was just like her to go out with a bang. She would love the dramatic story of her death. She was probably in some unknown land, smiling in satisfaction at the twist she had caused. It was just like her.

Alejandro, Vendetta, and Fernando were camped out on an abandoned terra. Alejandro had stressed to them that they were criminals now and they had to stay hidden. "Why do we have to stay hidden? You said we were saving the Atmos. Why wouldn't they thank us?" Fernando asked.

"The Storm Hawks and Cyclonians have twisted the story around. They're saying that the Perfectionist was just an innocent kid and not a threat to anyone." Alejandro said.

"I've never heard that." Vendetta said, standing and glaring at Alejandro.

"How would you hear about it? We're staying hidden. We're fugitives from the law." He said.

"Like you've said a thousand times! Anyway, I listen to people. I've never heard anything like that." She said.

"You know what I think? I think that the Storm Hawks and Cyclonians didn't spread that around. I think it's true! I think you tricked us into killing an innocent girl!" Fernando yelled.

"I didn't trick you, Fernando. She was a Perfectionist loyal to Master Cyclonis. She was a major threat to the Atmos. She was going to become another Dark Ace." Alejandro said.

"She was also loyal to the Storm Hawks! She was in Cyclonia to be with her boyfriend, but she was true to the Storm Hawks. She would have never hurt the Atmos. I can't guarantee that she won't have it out for us now." Fernando said.

"What are you babbling about? 'Have it out for us?' She's dead!" Alejandro yelled angrily.

"Don't underestimate the spirit world and the spirits who are in it." Vendetta said.

"You two are insane." Alejandro said, turning and walking away. He entered their makeshift tent and closed the flap. Fernando and Vendetta looked at each other, planning with their eyes.

I wandered into a quiet, gray village. Maybe someone here could help me. "Hello? Is anyone here?" I called, despite my decision earlier to make as little noise as possible. I heard some rustling. I spun around and gasped. I didn't see anything. I'd say it was the wind if this place had any wind. What was that? One of the doors to a house opened. A tall being walked out. It was all white and had long, white hair. It was frizzy and cracked. There was a bow in it. It was a girl.

"Hello? Can you tell me where I am?" I asked her. She kept her head down, her hair covering her face. "Hey. Are you okay?" I asked, approaching her. Her head suddenly shot up and I caught a glimpse of her face. I screamed. At the horrifyingly strange sight.

Aerrow walked into the kitchen in the morning. He had bags under his eyes. He could feel it. He hadn't slept a wink last night. Junko was cooking. Joy. Piper looked up from the table and did a shocked double-take. "Aerrow? Are you feeling okay?" She asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah. I feel fine. Why?" He decided to play dumb.

"Well, you just look kind of ill. I would ask how you slept, but your eyes tell it all." She said.

"I'm fine, Piper. Really. Don't worry about me." He reassured her.

"Is it Alexis? Is that why you're not sleeping?" She asked.

"No and yes." Aerrow said, leaving abruptly.

Piper followed him out, calling, "Aerrow! I need to talk to you!"

Aerrow turned to her and asked, "What is it, Piper?"

Piper looked around to make sure no one was there before responding, "Alexis' death wasn't your fault. You know that right?"

"Of course I do, Piper. There's nothing bothering me, other than just being a little sad about her death, but I never knew her very well. Now stop worrying. Maybe we'll get a mission today to keep our minds off of it." He said. He walked away, almost happily.

Piper looked after him in concern. He's not acting like himself at all.

There was a knock at the Dark Ace's door. It sounded like an explosion in his head. After a sleepless night, his emotions and senses were raw. He was too sensitive to everything. He'd never felt anything like this. Anything this raw and pure. Sadness. Remorse. He opened the door and glared out at the talon. "Um, Master Cyclonis wishes to see you, sir." He stuttered slightly.

The Dark Ace simply nodded and walked out the door. He entered Master Cyclonis' throne room and bowed. "Dark Ace. I heard the news. My deepest sympathies go to you." She said in an emotionless voice.

"Thank you, Master. What is it that you called me here for?" He asked, skipping anything that would give her even the slightest insight to his feelings.

"I want the Raptors to be punished severely for something that I'm sure you'll want to hear. You're the best man for the job." She said mysteriously.

"What did they do?" He asked.

"They hurt your little girlfriend." She said, turning to see his reaction.

Twisted bitch. " I know. She told me." He said, his voice just as emotionless as hers.

"Really? I'm surprised you haven't gone after them already." She sounded slightly amused at the thought.

"I told her to tell you. I was waiting for the order. They did plan to overthrow you." He said. If she was going to mess with his head, he had every right to get into hers.

"Well, here's your order. Go get them."

Fernando was about ten miles away from the campsite. He was running away. He was going to turn Alejandro in for what he did to that poor little girl. He would tell the authorities every last detail about what happened. If they decided to arrest him and Vendetta too, so be it. They should have stopped him when they had the chance, but they didn't, and an innocent was dead because of it.

Vendetta watched Fernando walk away. Then, she quietly began to follow him. You're not busting me. If we both turn Alejandro in, we'll get off easy. I'll just surprise him at the police department. He won't be able to turn me down there.

Alejandro woke the next day and looked around. His team was gone. He growled and glared at the trees all around him. "You can run, but you can't hide. Now I finish off Roberto first, then Fernando, then Vendetta. What a shame. They were such a good team. The Riders del Celio are over.

Short and pretty boring, I know, but then again, a lot of first chapters are. I'm planning on making this story even more interesting than the Notsoperfect Perfectionist. Please review! It'll motivate me to update faster.

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