Hello everyone! I know that I'm late in joining this fandom and that it doesn't have as many people as it had, but I hope to help revive the fandom and make some of the members return.
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Max raced towards the control room where he knew the device will be, where she will be. His family and the Z force were dealing with Destrocto and other thugs, creating an opening that allowed him to put a stop to this, hopefully once and for all. He entered the control room, where a single figure stood there looking at the timer. Sensing his approach, she turned and her red eyes burned with feral joy and her face twisted with that god-awful smirk.
"Hello, Maxie," she greeted.
Max simply stared with a harden expression at the visage that was once his kind-hearted sister. It has been four years since Phoebe turned evil and began her plight on the world. They managed to stop her every time, but it was getting more difficult with each attempt.
"Love the new suit. Brings out all your assets," she said in a seductive tone. "Can't wait to peel it off of you like the last time."
Max blinked, trying to get rid of the memories of him being captured by her. Now was not the time to open that can of worms.
"Phoebe, we don't have to this," he pleaded, even though he knew how useless it was.
His twin sighed in annoyance. "Max, must we go through this song and dance every time? There is no way I'm going back to being a hero, especially now since the Z force labeled me as a threat to the world. And you won't join me out of some misguided idea of redemption. So, we might as well just skip all this and get straight to the fighting. I promise I'll try to make it painless."
Without a word, both twins readied themselves. Phoebe threw energy balls at Max, who dodged each ball flawlessly. Max used his telekinesis to sweep his opponent's feet, before lunging at her. Phoebe barely got time to get up before Max started his attack on her. She was barely keeping up with him and one of his punches slipped through her defenses landing on her gut, creating an opening for Max, where he began to throw punch after punch. The evil twin managed to put some distance between them, quickly realizing that the suit Max was wearing wasn't just for show, but it enhanced his strength, agility, endurance and his powers. Max charged at her again, but Phoebe quickly let out an energy blast, throwing Max away and short-circuiting his suit. Unknown to both of them, the blast also affected the control console.
"Is that it?" she asked as she approached him, throwing another ball of energy at the fallen hero. "I guess you made this suit a few hours ago, yes? Usually, your inventions are much more durable and overall better when you put more work into them."
She turned him with his face towards her and straddled him. "Not that it matters now. You won't get another chance at making another invention, I promise," she said, her face so close to his that he can feel her breath on his face, before brandishing a knife. "Now, let's get you out of the suit."
Max quickly head-butted her before throwing her off him. He got up, but only to be blasted off his feet again. As he got up again, his Thundersense warned him of the approaching danger. Acting purely on instinct he grabbed the arm that held the knife and twisted it so that the knife hit the gut of his attacker.
Silence reigned over the control room as both twins looked at each other, both of them trying to digest what just happen. The first one to destroy the silence was Phoebe, by coughing up blood on Max's face, which seemed to have made Max snap out of his trance as Phoebe fell.
"Phoebe!" he yelled as he kneeled beside her.
"Max…" she said weakly, her eyes no longer red.
"Don't talk, Phoebe. Save your strength," he said as his mind worked desperately to find a way to save her.
"Max…" she called his name again, this time her voice quieter than before, as she reached with her hand for Max. The young hero grabbed her hand and squeezed. He opened his mouth to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be alright, but she beat him to it. "I'm sorry…for everything. If I had more faith in you…none of this would have happened," she said tears falling for her eyes
Max shook his head, the tears in his eyes fogging his vision. "It's not your fault Phoebe, it's mine."
"Max, I…I love you," she whispered before her eyes glazed over and her hand went limp in his.
Max stared at the still body of his late sister.
No, this isn't happening! This can't be happening! It wasn't supposed to end like this! We were supposed to become heroes!
"PHOEBE! PHOEBE!" he yelled, tears falling freely as he shook her in a desperate attempt to wake her.
When she didn't stir, Max was forced to face the horrible truth.
Phoebe died.
And it was his fault.
He hugged her body as he cried. "I'm sorry," he repeated between sobs as his life, his entire being crumbled into nothing. Sudden explosion forced him to look up and acknowledge the Doomsday device that Phoebe had built. It was going into overdrive and the control console was damaged.
The last thing he saw was a blinding white light before he fell into darkness.
The numbness in his limbs was the first thing he felt, the next was the headache. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness.
"Morning sunshine," a sassy voice he knew very well said.
"Colosso," he rasped out, his throat dry from the lack of water.
"Are you okay, Max? You aren't coming down with something, right?" the rabbit asked in an unusual concern.
Max said nothing as he spotted a bottle of water and gulped down. Feeling a lot better he turned to his best friend. "Colosso, what happened with Phoebe? And the Doomsday device?"
"What are you talking about?" the former villain asked confused.
"Max, breakfast is ready," his mother called before he could say anything.
What's going on?
He went upstairs and saw that except Chloe and Phoebe everyone was present.
"Good morning!" a voice that made his heart skipped a beat said.
Max turned and stared at Phoebe who walked down the stairs, completely fine and alive. His head began spinning as he struggled to understand what was going on.
"What's wrong Max? Did your brain short-circuited again?" she teased.
Max blinked a couple of times before turning to his mother. "Can I borrow your phone for a sec?"
"Uh, sure," she said and handed him the device.
Max's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the year: 2013.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" his mother asked concerned.
Max looked at her, confusion etched on his face. "Uh, yeah. Uhm, I'll just go get dressed," he said and made a dash towards his lair. Once inside, he took a few calming breaths.
Ok, there are three possibilities:
One: I've been captured by Destructo and he is now torturing me, by making me relieve all my memories. But why would he make me relieve all my memories? Why not the latest ones?
Two: Either the blast from Phoebe's machine or God sent me back in time to right all my wrongdoings
And three: I'm in Hell and forced to relieve my life, all my mistakes without being able to do anything as punishment.
Well, there is one way to find out which one is it. I know that today Cole and his family will have dinner with us. If I do nothing, then the dinner will go smoothly.
"Max!"
"Huh? What?"
"Are you alright? You've been spacing out since we left home," Phoebe said concerned.
Max surpassed a smile, as his twin care for him produced a warm sensation in his chest. Instead, he smirked. "Yeah. I was just thinking about my latest scheme."
Phoebe narrowed her eyes. "I hope you won't ruin the dinner tonight."
He scoffed. "Like I care about a stupid dinner. I have better things to do."
School passed as a blur and dinner came. Max was on edge for the beginning of the dinner, keeping quiet and only talk when asked, his answers were short. Phoebe nudged him, but he ignored her. Soon, his anxiety disappeared and replaced with pure joy when he realized none of his pranks came to fruition. This only meant one thing.
He was back in time.
He could prevent Phoebe from becoming evil. He could save her.
Max relaxed and began conversing with Cole's family, making jokes and generally being his charming self. The dinner ended with everybody happy and Max went to his lair. He looked around, thinking about where to start.
"Max," Phoebe called as she came down the stairs.
"Yes?"
"I wanted to thank you for not ruining the night," she said, smiling brightly.
A weird feeling settled in his chest, but he ignored it. He now needed to act cool and pretend he was still wishing to be a villain. He didn't want anyone to be suspicious of him yet, not until he had a clear plan. "As I told you before, I had better things to do than crash a stupid dinner," he said in a cold voice
Her smiled faltered. "Well, I still wanted to thank you. So…thank you," she said, and in a brave moment, she kissed him on the check, surprising both of them.
An awkward silence ensued, neither twin looking at each other. Max scratch the back on his head awkwardly, ignoring the feeling again. "Well, you're welcome."
Phoebe looked at him, her smile bright. "Good night, Max!" she said before she left.
"Night," he said
"What was that about?" asked Colosso
"Nothing important," Max said and went to his benchwork.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning up."
About two hours later Max finished sorting all his gadgets, organizing them in three piles: useful, scrap and throw away/sell. Finally, he turned to his Dark Mayhem and scowled. With his telekinesis, he ripped it from the wall and burned it to nothing with his head breath.
"What are you doing?!" the rabbit yelled.
"I'm changing my career path," Max responded ominously
"What?"
Max took a breath. While he was sorting through all his gadgets he came up with a plan. It's not a much of plan, but he'll improve it as he goes on. However, the hard part was to convince his best friend to help him.
"Colosso, promise me what I'm about to tell you won't tell anyone," he said seriously.
The former villain was taken aback by his friend's seriousness. Never before had Max been this serious and ominous.
"What's going on Max? Are you in trouble?" Colosso asked in concern, feeling very afraid for his friend.
"I'm not in trouble, but I'll be. Please, promise me you won't tell anyone what I'll tell you."
"Alright, I promise."
Max took a deep breath. "I'm from the future."