The plague of 3080... what a fine event to think of on this nice evening. It was horrible! The books, that were written on it, had very nearly been placed in the horror sections of most libraries and bookstores and the films that were made on it had made many people sick. The books, while being terrifying in themselves, hadn't come close to the films, which, while being very accurate, had also been very gruesomely detailed; much of the masses that watched them were born three generations after the plague was beat. Due to the plague being mostly forgotten by the masses, the historical meaning and purpose behind the films was misunderstood—about three months after the films were released to the public, the directors came forward in a press conference; along with stating the fact of their films being based on actual events, and on an actual, real-life illness called the Chamydia Plague, they had also said that it claimed over two billion lives.

While the Chamydia Plague was more merciful to the people of the Americas, of Australia, and of the island nations in both the eastern and western hemispheres, it claimed nearly every family in Europe, Eurasia, Africa, and the island nation of Madagascar. It took a long time for them nations to recover after the vaccine was made and then issued to the public. Due to the plague, a rift had happened between the people of Europe and their governments; while Russia, France, England, and Britain had retained their governments, the countries of Germany, Switzerland, Austria, the Netherlands, Belgium, and Poland had to change the way their governments worked.

Germany became a federal parliamentary republic, that operated under a parliamentary system of government, on a federal level, after the entire country was fully united on October 3, 1990. It remained a federal parliamentary republic for one thousand and ninety years until June of 3084, when it changed to become a presidential system, where the head of government was also the head of state. One thousand and twenty years had passed since this change; the government was still much the same as it was when it changed over. Of the one thousand and five people elected to be the leader of his country, he was the nine hundred and eighty-ninth man chosen by the masses to be president.

"The joke—that was what they called me during my campaign."

The tabloids had said that his campaign was going from professional to cartoony almost immediately after he started running for the presidency's open slot. The gossip wasn't damning or hurtful to his campaign, and he wasn't fazed by it—it had just been played off on something that he had in the cars that he drove. Both of his vehicles had something similar hanging from their rear view mirrors; a small, plush, Daffy Duck was hanging from the mirror of his Shuttle Van while the vehicle that he mostly drove to work in had Sylvester and the Tasmanian Devil hanging from its mirror. On the dashboard of the vehicle that he was currently driving, there was a bob-a-head Tweety bird; a Wile E. Coyote bob-a-head was on the dash of his other car.

The Looney Tunes show was a right big program in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries; it fell out of favor in the following two centuries only to return to its former glory afterwards. He started liking the show at a right young age. Daffy Duck was hilarious; Bugs Bunny was clever; Elmer Fudd was another hilarious character—he liked how this character was always bested by Bugs Bunny. Tweety was another clever character; Sylvester was his cat-nemesis. Foghorn Leghorn was a hoot—ah-say, ah-say—and Marvin the Martian was clever and dangerous. Bugs Bunny had a lot of nemeses; his first was Elmer Fudd then Yosemite Sam, an aggressive, gunslinging prospector, outlaw, cowboy, or pirate with a hair-trigger temper and an intense hatred for rabbits, was added. Marvin the Martian was added to the plate soon after Yosemite Sam was added to the show. Daffy Duck was a sort of competitor for everyone's attention so he couldn't really be considered a nemesis of Bugs's.

During his kid-years, he went through many Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, and Marvin the Martian night lights; when he went to school, he used pencils and other school-related memorabilia of them characters. After starting college, he started to mature a bit. The mass-use of Looney Tunes pencils, erasers, and other memorabilia had stopped... or nearly so, since he kept a few stickers in his books for luck. Jokes were played on the woman that he married soon after graduating from college; he told her that he was going to use a Daffy Duck wedding ring to propose with and he also told her that he was going to fill the seats of their wedding venue with Daffy Duck, Bugs Bunny, and other Looney Tunes characters. She came back each and every time saying that he was going to sleep on the couch with a human-sized Looney Tunes stuffed toy if he ever did so.

His kids knew the characters well; his youngest child adored Bugs while his oldest claimed that Daffy Duck and Donald Duck—a Disney cartoon character—were related, which was very possible since they did look alike. He and his oldest child had a sort of rivalry going on with the Tunes. He liked the Looney's and she liked the Disney; she claimed that Looney Tunes had gotten its ideas from Disney while he said that they were two, different cartoon shows based very similarly to one another. She liked Minnie and Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy the most. When he started running for the open slot that the old president had left behind, the tabloids had said that he was going to dress the country in Tune art and have the babies and toddlers dress up in cartoon attire; a Daffy Duck nose was put on his face in cartoons and comic strips were made of him saying that he was going to run the country like a "Tune". He laughed at all the gossip, answered the questions presented to him, then waited for the time to vote to come. He won his campaign in a landslide; his competitor had come nowhere near him.

Besides the ZAP Electric Shuttle Van that he was driving, he had an Elantra Coupe X5. He mostly used to Elantra to drive to and then from work in; for some strange reason, he had felt compelled to drive his Shuttle Van that day—normally, he'd grumble when he had to go to his second office, which was located in the city of Bonn, Germany. On that day, he did no grumbling over having to drive to that office. Now that he had a very important passenger in the passenger seat beside him, and was expecting to pick up five others that were of equal importance, he was glad that he had made that decision.

"Glad to see that these are still being honored and passed down to the next generation." his passenger said after seeing the bob-a-head Tweety bird and the hanging, Daffy Duck rear view mirror adornment.

"I'm a Tune-man, Miss. Irene. Been loving the Looney's since I was a kid." he replied. "My wife and kids know the characters and have seen the shows. My kids even like the Disney 'toons as well."

"I was around when Steamboat Willy was first shown in 1928—he was very popular." Angel Irene said. "Glad to see that your kids have seen the classics; there's too much junk being put on the tube nowadays. The networks need to go back to the nice, innocent stuff for the kids."

"I agree," Stefan Leinart nodded his head. "Ever seen the likes of Family Guy or—"

"That's what I was meaning—them shows are not for kids. Kids don't need to be watching shows where a cartoon character does drugs, drinks or smokes, does vandalism, or is gruesomely injured."

"In my opinion, the Cleveland Show that is continuously being shown is even worse." Stefan said. When his passenger said nothing back, he decided to be quiet.

When he saw the mile long look fall over her face, he figured that it and her silence was caused by one thing and one thing only—her kids. She had five, all boys, and she had said that they were in Brenners Park. He didn't know where they were in the park but he was sure that she did; he'd let her do the work in retrieving them after they got there.

Baden-Baden, Germany had endured a lot over the last two thousand years; it was lucky to still be around. By the grace of God, and by the vices of a lot of people who had not wanted the town to be abandoned, it was saved. Even though Baden-Baden was a spa town it did have its communities and neighborhoods; it was located in the northern foothills of the Black Forest, on the banks of the Oos River, in close proximity to France and Switzerland. Two World Wars had nearly wiped it clean off the map but the people had pulled together to bring it back from certain death. When the plagues came around, people had abandoned the town for their homes then, when the plagues concluded, they had flocked back to resume their formerly abandoned lives. It normally got to seventy-one degrees in the town, with nighttime temperatures dropping to fifty-four degrees in the spring and summer seasons. This night wasn't a normal one; the people who did the weather had said that it'd get to around thirty degrees—this was why he was driving faster then normal.

There were five kids in Brenners Park. Five kids who were important civilians of his planet—he didn't want them kept waiting in the cold. Although he had only been driving for two minutes, the traffic around him made it seem more like twenty. He had another few minutes to go before actually getting to the park.

"The park is located right behind the Brenners Park-Hotel & Spa..." he thought while continuing down the road.

While it was on the grounds of the hotel, it was a public place that was readibly accessible to the people. There were trails that one could walk down and, since the park had a stretch of the Oos river in its topography, one could also indulge in a little peaceful fishing or wildlife watching. There were nicely trimmed hedges going along the outer reaches of the park; the rolling green lawn that was in the area was mowed several times a year and the trees that were on either side of the hotel-given trails were healthy and rather lovely. The park's small, man-made pond was where Geese could be seen; the Koi fish that were in the pond were gathered every year after the summer season ended. The park also had several benches and small fountains placed throughout its grounds; there were also all sorts of purple, blue, yellow, and white flowers in the area as well.

It was a right lovely area; couples walked the trails with their hands linked romantically, or ate picnics on spread-out blankets that they placed on the grass. For people who needed a take a breather from either their stressful lives or busy schedules, it was a good place to go to too. Besides the hotel that was on the outskirts of the park, there were also several spa buildings—the city of Baden-Baden was a spa town after all, and it would look a little funny without having them in it. He thought that his very important passenger's decision to leave her sons in Brenners Park was a wise one; it was very safe and, being that the sun had just dropped for the day, there would be nobody walking its grounds. Her sons wouldn't be bothered.

Tourism was big in this city; if one wanted to take home a souvenir, there were many buildings that catered to that need. There were many restaurants, both indoor and out, and there were also many hotels, some that did cost a lot per room and others that were modest in their room prices. There were theaters, museums, and casinos; there was old Castle Hohenbaden, a large building that was built in 1102 that was now a maintained ruin of historical importance; and there was also New Castle, the 15th century residence of the margraves of Baden and, later on, the grand dukes of Baden, that now housed the historical museum. The Roman baths, that were over four thousand years old; the city's numerous churches, that were of spectacular beauty; and Fremersberg Tower, a concrete reinforced telecommunications tower that was built in 1961, were major tourist attractions. So was the view of Mount Merkur, the mountain that shielded the town from the more powerful storms that blew in from across the Rhine river.

"Several hundred years ago, this town had no communities to it. That changed after the plagues and natural disasters happened."

There was the Stadt der Hoffnung—the Town of Hope—to the west. To the east, there was Der Kleine Frühlings—The Little Spring. And, to the south, there was the community of Westliche Tor—the Western Gate. All of these communities had the usual accommodations: grocery stores, toy stores, car dealerships, churches, public gyms, public and private pools, libraries, parks, schools, etc. There were also several Energy Stations in each of the communities' shopping areas; the gas stations of old were completely redone as vehicles no longer ran on gasoline—vehicles now ran on energy, which was so much more healthier than gasoline... not to mention, it also made for the engine of a vehicle to last longer.

There was one small community that wasn't really a full community to the north—it was a rough community that he wished to keep his important passenger, of whom he actually had a small fight with after they left the real estate building of Maxas, and her sons from. He fought the urge to shake his head; before relenting to him and his wish in driving her to her sons' location, she put in a little fuss.

"Bile, are you and your brothers still where I left you when I left to go to the offices of Maxas?" Stefan turned his head to the side slightly; the passenger that was beside him had a small, circular thing in the palm of her hand that had a large speaker on its top and three buttons on the side that was facing him. The button that was pressed down looked to be blue; the one beside it was yellow while the one that was beside it was red.

"Should I pull up to the front of the park or to one of its side entrances?" Stefan asked.

"No ma, the hobo-zombies that reside here attacked us right after you left. I don't know where my brothers are—I was badly torn up! My guts are all over the ground; you are now speaking to my ghost." a deep voice that sounded very strong and powerful came through the device that Angel Irene had in her hand.

"Mom, we are still where you left us." another voice, this one, while not being as deep as the first one, was rather low but still strong and powerful, came through the device next.

"Thank you. You five be ready, I'll be there in less than five minutes." Angel Irene said after pressing the blue button that was on the side of her talking device. She released the button then turned to look at Stefan. "It's a communicator, nothing dangerous. It's like a walkie or a cellular."

"I figured it was a sort of communications device. Is it frequently used by the ones who aren't of this planet?" Stefan asked.

"Yes. What was your question before my son responded to my call?"

"I was asking if I should pull up and then park by the front entrance of Brenners or at one of its side entrances." Stefan said.

"I have no idea which entrance my sons are near. I left my boys near a big tree that had three benches set up in a triangle around it. It wasn't in the center of the park... it was near a big building." Angel Irene replied.

"Was there a sign on the building?"

"Yes—Sterne Luxus."

"Near the front entrance. We'll be there in less than two minutes."

He drove on; being careful to watch where he was going, and making sure to not clip any fenders or damage any cars while doing so. As he drove, questions abound in his head about the two boys that spoke through the device that Angel Irene had used. He knew that the older of Miss. Irene's sons was sired by her own fader—the man had raped and then claimed her as his Incestuous Mate, or wife, if one so chose to use such wording. Her oldest child wasn't really her oldest child—before his conception occurred, she caught for the same man; unlike her oldest child, she hadn't kept this one. The one who was aborted was also conceived through rape.

After being caught, and then catching for the man again, she was forced to live in his residence for seven months before escaping. He had heard that she was forced to carry the child and that, all throughout her pregnancy, she had said that she didn't want it.

After escaping from her evil fader's clutches, she returned to Earth; she relied on her instincts in the deserts of Egypt for a few weeks. While hunting to provide for herself, and for her then-unborn child, she formed a bond with the child that she was carrying. She gave birth to her first child a few weeks later; the child was accepted right after being born. Her second, third, and fourth children were conceived naturally; she wasn't forced to have intercourse with the man who fadered them. The origins of the fifth child were up in the air; he didn't know how her fifth child was conceived and he didn't know how old he was—he honestly believed that she was somewhat confused over the happenings that were going on in the Americas. From what she had said, the one who spoke through her communcations device first was her oldest son; she had said nothing on who the other one was. It could of been Lhaklar, her secondborn son; or it could of been Hazaar, her thirdborn son; or maybe even Lazeer, her fourthborn son.

"I'll only be a minute or two. Five minutes top." Angel Irene said after he parked his van in front of the darkening Brenners Park. She got out of his vehicle then, after hesitating for a short second or two, she turned around; he got a feeling that she was about to ask him to do her a big favor. His feeling proved to be very true a few seconds later. "You've been very kind in doing this but, please, do me a favor in showing my sons some respect. Please, don't stare."

"Of course, Miss. Irene."

He found himself feeling a tad bit offended; he had always been respectful of others. Even as a kid, he had respected others. Despite his mild offense, he knew that she had only said that because of her children—they were all alien-born... none of them were human. Three of her sons looked to have that old, fabled alien species—the Grays—in their genetic make-up while her oldest looked like his fader, who was a very powerful, and feared, demonic creature. Yes, it was in a human being's nature to look, and stare, at something that was strange but, with him being the person that he was, he wasn't going to give any long stares. He might give a glance or two but he'd not stare for any length of time. Staring made people uncomfortable; it made them think that they did something wrong or that there was something wrong with their physical appearance.

Some people got stared at because of the way they present themselves; they either wore clothing that was outrageous or they had so much makeup on their faces that they looked like clowns. There were also people who got stared at because of their physical appearance—a snaggle-tooth, a jaw that was lop-sided, a scar of some type that was either very deep or noticeable, or, quite possibly, they had some facial hair that was out of place. Nowadays, youngsters walked around with all sorts of outrageous piercings on their bodies—in their eyebrows, foreheads, and even in their upper or lower lips and belly buttons. There were youngsters who also walked around with earlobe stretchers in their ears—the kind that made the earlobe become dry, cracked, and deformed after a period of time. Why the kids did all them piercings to their bodies was beyond him; he had made sure that his and his wife's kids knew the rights and wrongs of piercings. He was glad that his oldest child didn't go around or have such pieces on her body.

He turned in his seat after the thought of Miss. Irene's kids possibly having things—bags or suitcases full of clothes, boxes full of things that only they knew of, etc.—of their own on their persons crossed his mind. Although he had his Looney Tunes bob-a-head and rear view hangers up his car's front, the back was very clean. There were two rows of seats behind him; three persons could easily sit in the first row while three others could sit in the row behind it. There was also some space behind the second row—Miss. Irene's kids could put their things there or, if they wanted to, they could put them on their laps or down on the floorboards in front of them.

Another thought occurred to him as he was looking at the back of his vehicle: Miss. Irene and her sons might not of had anything to eat for a while. He couldn't have them looking at potential homes while having empty stomachs; he made plans right then and there to treat them to a restaurant. Did Miss. Irene's sons like the usual cuisine that a human ate? Did they like pizza, hamburgers, hot dogs, and french fries or did they like food that was weird, or that a human would gag at the sight and smell of? He figured that he'd find out soon; when he resumed the appropriate way of sitting in the driver's seat, he saw, off in the distance, two sets of glowing orbs coming at him. He also saw the red glow of Miss. Irene's hair. The sight of them glowing orbs—one a yellow-green color while the other being a full yellow color—, and the glow from Miss. Irene's hair, mesmerized him for nearly twenty seconds; when he snapped to, he reached back to unlock the sliding door that was on the right side of his vehicle. He had just leaned back in his seat when Miss. Irene walked up; she started ushering out orders to the boys that she had gone to retrieve right after appearing at his vehicle's side.

"Alright—Lhaklar, I want you to get in first."

He kept his word on not staring at her sons; he took note of who was getting into his van by either looking out from the corner of his eye or by looking at his rear view mirror. The youngster that Miss. Irene had just told to get into his vehicle stood beside his van for a little while before getting in; his hesitation allowed him to make a quick estimate on his height, and on his body build. The young fellow stood about six foot, one and he had a rather athletically built body. When the fellow started the chore of getting into his van, he saw that it was Lhaklar, his heroine's secondborn son.

The youngster that was getting into his van had an upside-down, teardrop-shaped head that sported two large, oval-shaped, pistachio colored eyes that were right shiny; it looked like the kid's eyes had a silverish undertone to them, which he thought was unique. Two holes where a nose would normally be were under them eyes; an O-shaped mouth was under them. When the kid placed his hand on the back of the passenger seat, he saw that he had suction cups on the ends of each of his fingers. The young fellow was wearing a pair of brown canvas pants and a brown and green checkered shirt that had buttons going down the front. The shoes that were on his feet were brown. The jacket—brown in color, and sheepskin-like in texture—that he was wearing wasn't buttoned. He had a dark brown duffel bag with him that looked stuffed to capacity; the long, rolled up rug, that was hanging from his shoulder, had a white cord rope tied around its ends.

Lhaklar wasted no time in getting into his van; he sat quietly behind him.

"Hazaar, you next."

The kid that got in next was Angel Irene's thirdborn son; while different than Lhaklar, he did look to be related. Like with Lhaklar, he estimated the kid's height as he stood idly by his vehicle. He found that the kid was five foot, eleven inches tall; when he started getting into his van, he saw that he had dark blue skin and a lean body build. Hazaar's head was shaped much like Lhaklar's—it was an upside-down teardrop. His eyes, though, were of the wrap-around sort—they were a rather shiny, deep purple color. Hazaar's face was set much like Lhaklar's; there were two holes where a nose would normally be while, under them, was an O-shaped mouth. When the kid got into the car, he saw that he had a deep purple rattail sticking out from the nape of the back of his head—the rattail was around four and a half inches long, and it looked rather well-kept.

The kid was wearing a brown shirt that was tucked into a pair of multi-brown pants that were faded slightly at the knees—the thigh regions of the kid's pants were greatly faded in comparison. The shoes that the kid had on his feet were brown; they had light brown laces on them. The light brown jacket, that Hazaar was wearing, had a zipper going down its front and a hoodie on the collar; like Lhaklar's, it wasn't zipped.

Stefan chanced a glance back only once after Hazaar was seated; in this glance, he saw that, like his older brother, he had suction cups on the ends of each of his fingers.

"Alright—Bile, I want you in the row behind Lhaklar and Hazaar." Angel Irene said.

"Yes, ma."

The son of the demonic creature that was taking over the Americas got in next; he had to really keep from staring at him. The kid was Angel Irene's firstborn son and boy was tall! He stood six foot, three inches and his body was pretty big and strong—the kid had to weigh somewhere over two hundred pounds! The kid that was getting into his van had elongated ears that went only half the length of his shoulders; except for the light green, Tiger-like stripes, that were on them, they were a dark green color. The kid's head was bi-colored, with the left side being yellow and the right being green. The pair of glowing yellow-green orbs, that he saw earlier, had belonged to this kid; they had black pupils in their centers.

The firstborn son of Miss. Irene was wearing a pair of dark brown pants; the dark brown shirt, that he was also wearing, had some rips and tears in the chest and stomach areas. The pair of dark brown boots, that were on his feet, looked pretty heavy. The jacket, that the kid was wearing, looked of the thin or light variety—it was a light red color; it wasn't buttoned up. Just from hearing the kid's voice, which was deep, strong, and powerful sounding, he knew that this was the one who had spoken to his mutter when his mutter had used her communications device earlier. When the kid placed his hand on the back of one of the seats to steady himself, he saw that he had long, dark yellow fingernails, that ended in sharp points, on each of his fingers. The duffel bag, and the rolled up rug, that Bile had on him, looked almost like the ones that Hazaar had; Hazaar's duffel bag was a light brown color while Bile's was light gray. The rolled up rug, that Hazaar had with him, was a dark green color while Bile's was dark blue.

Bile was silent as he sat in the seat that was behind Lhaklar's; he placed his things on his lap then stared forward.

"Okay—Guyunis, I want you to get in next. Lazeer, you follow. No fighting now." Angel Irene said.

His jaw nearly dropped in shock over what climbed into his Shuttle Van next. He was raised a Catholic since birth. He was still a Catholic. The belief that demonic beings were typically clouded in shadow, or were monstrous beings, was confirmed in exorcisms. What climbed into his vehicle looked almost spot-on for the shadow-type demon.

At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him—he could barely see the kid that was standing just to the right of Miss. Irene. From what he could tell, the kid looked to be shifting his weight from one foot to the other. When the kid started to climb into his vehicle, he saw that his eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him—the kid's skin was as black as a starless, moonless night. The bright yellow eyes, that were in the kid's face, were shaped like scalene triangles. The young fellow's complexion was so dark... he couldn't make out any of his facial features. All he could see were the eyes.

The kid looked pretty strong; his body was big and full of muscle—the greatest muscle build-up seemed to be on his arms, chest, shoulders, and back. From what he could make out, the kid's waist on down was more slender in build. The kid stood six foot, three and a half inches; he was wearing only three things: a pair of black jeans, that went down to just below his knees—they had tears in the lower legs and in the upper thigh regions—, a pair of brown boots, that looked rather heavy, and the remnants of a blue hoodie. The hood part of the garment that the kid was wearing over his head was the only thing remaining on the piece. The kid had a set of chains on his body—one was wrapped around his neck loosely; it connected to another strand that ran around his shoulders and chest. There was a shorter length of chain that connected to the chain belt that was around his waist. When the kid grabbed the seat to steady himself while getting into his vehicle, he saw that he had badly cracked, dark gray fingernails on each of his fingers.

The kid had a jean bag, that had one strap on it, with him; it was pretty round and looked full to capacity. He also had a rolled up rug on him that had a rope around its ends; like with Bile, it was hanging from one of his shoulders. The rolled up, white sheet, that the kid also had on him, looked to have something heavy in it.

Whoever it was that had just gotten into his van sat beside Bile; he said not a word either during or after getting into his vehicle. The kid had no jacket on his person.

If he wasn't incorrect, the final kid that got in his Shuttle Van was the last one born to Angel Irene. He was about six feet tall and his skin was a periwinkle-blue color. The shiny, silver-colored eyes, that were in his upside-down, teardrop-shaped head, were circular in shape. The kid's body was much like Hazaar's—lean and strong. The kid had a single, horizontal row of brick-red hair that went from one side of his head to the other; the row of hair was bristly in appearance and was two-inches wide. While the kid's hair wasn't dull by any means, it didn't glow like his mutter's. The kid's facial features were much like Lhaklar's and Hazaar's. Like Lhaklar and Hazaar, he also had suction cups on the ends of his fingers.

He had heard stories on this kid. Angel Irene had given birth to him very early—at around five and a half months gestation. He was very lucky to be alive; he had a rather rough start in life. Lazeer was wearing a red mesh shirt under a deep brown leather, shearling sheepskin jacket, that was half-buttoned. The pair of dark gray pants that he was wearing had tears at the knees. The pair of multi-brown and gray shoes that were on his feet had dark gray ties on them. Lazeer had a black duffel bag with him that was pretty full; the rolled up rug that he was carrying had a single white cord tied around its center.

Miss. Irene, once Lazaar was seated beside the dark fellow, swung the door shut; she was fast in opening the front passenger door and in getting into its seat a few seconds later.

"Brrr, got chilly and fast!" Angel Irene said after sitting down.

He said nothing back; it had gotten rather tense in his van after his passengers had gotten in. It was cold in his van now. His arms were cold and clammy; he had a mind to turn the vehicle's heater on but, due to his hands being seemingly glued to the wheel, he couldn't do that. He guessed that the tense feeling that was in his van had come from the dark-skinned, demon-like kid that was seated between Bile and Lazeer; there was also the chance that it was brought into his vehicle by all five of the kids that were in it.

As he drove down the street, he found himself constantly glancing into his rear view mirror—the black-skinned kid seemed to be looking right at him; that was somewhat spooky. Just the sight of them scalene triangular, glowing yellow eyes made him shiver. His throat felt dry and itchy and the flesh of his arms were pocked with gooseflesh. For a fleeting second, he considered pulling over then saying for the black-skinned, demonic-looking kid to exit his vehicle. That consideration died out quickly—what right did he have in calling anyone, kid or not, demonic? The history books claimed that Angel Irene had come from demonic parents—her mutter was nearly demonic in origin while her fader was fully demonic so that made her almost, completely demonic. If he threw out the black-skinned kid that looked so like a shadow demon, he'd be at risk of having Angel Irene and the other kids snap at him. He'd be hurting a lot of feelings too. Who was he to judge on who was demonic and who wasn't anyways—wasn't Angel Irene the planet's heroine? She, with her demonic origins and her powers that came from only God and Heaven knew, acted in no way demonic. She didn't possess, harm, torture, or take away from others. She had helped the planet by keeping her fully demonic fader and family from conquering it. From what he had heard, Bile, Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer had never hurt anyone so who said that the black-skinned kid wasn't like them.

As he drove down the nearly empty street—all of the cars that were on it earlier had seemingly disappeared from view; it was just a long, empty, dark gray strip with a thin, white line separating one lane from the other—he began to wonder if the five children, that were seated behind him, acted like normal, human children. Did they create fights among themselves? Did they have a normal rivalry between each other or did they not fight among themselves or were they constantly at each others throats? Did they get into trouble like normal, male children did? Did they jump fences then go into yards that they shouldn't go into; chase animals; catch animals that their mutter would freak out on then bring them animals home to be their pets? Did they walk through mud then come home and leave dirty, muddy prints on the carpets for their mutter to go crazy over? Did they curse? Did they drive their mutter crazy? Did they smoke the smokes, and drink what they weren't suppose to? Did they play video games like normal human children did or did they just practice them powers of theirs and steer clear of such silly devices? He had not a single answer to these questions. He didn't know any of them; their mum did but he didn't so he knew that it'd be wrong to throw one out just because his appearance looked a little demonic.

"How long you six been in Germany?" he asked. He was trying to break the silence, and the tension, that was in his vehicle.

"Little over two days." Angel Irene replied. "Been staying near the outskirts of the Black Forest."

"How you boys liking Germany so far?" he looked in his rear view mirror for only a second; it still looked like the black-skinned kid was looking at him. The kid was being very still and quiet back there.

"So far, we're kinda liking it. It's different from what we've known." Lhaklar replied after hesitating for a second.

"Bit colder here," Hazaar said. Stefan noticed that he had a tough-sounding voice. "We're use to temperatures higher than what it is here at this time of year."

"Wait until autumn and then winter sets in," Stefan looked back momentarily before looking back at the road. "Take it from a native of this country—it get colder than a witch's tit here, boys."

"He said ti-k-t!"

The black-skinned kid spoke with a nasally voice that was low and strong; the vocal crack of a boy, who was either just starting or leaving puberty, was very noticeable. The kid's vocal crack emphasized his youth. The tension that he felt in his car lifted after the kid chuckled; Stefan heaved a breath in, then held it for just a second, before releasing it. When the black-skinned kid had spoken, he had noticed that he had yellow teeth that were crooked; either the kid needed to go to a dentist or, given his appearance, and that he might not have any human genes in his genetic make-up, they were normal set.

Yes, he had said the word tit; a politician had said a term in regards to the female nipple. In their youth and in the present, he and his bruders used all manner of words in regards to both male and female parts. People will act out their gender sometimes; regardless of the fact that he was a politician, he was no different. With the car's tension now lifted, he leaned down to turn the heater on. The cold, that had seeped into his van, was still in his van; since that one kid, and Angel Irene, didn't have a coat on, he feared that both would catch cold if it wasn't turned on.

Angel Irene heaved a sigh of relief at the same time that Stefan Leinart did—the reason for her sigh was different though. While Stefan was relieved about the tension in his car being lifted, she was relieved to see that Guyunis wasn't acting violent or snappish or rude towards the man. The past six months hadn't been easy for her or for her sons; six months ago, when her biological children saw her with Guyunis, a lot of cheering, celebration—mostly hugs and kisses—, and talks on how different things would be had happened. Lhaklar had made some memorical photographs—images that he made after taking specific memories from her and his brothers' minds—of several events that happened six months ago; she had gotten them all framed. Since they hadn't had a place to live at or in at the time, she put them in their underground storage.

They had moved to Colorado soon after Guyunis joined the family; her plan had called for them to live exclusively for only a week. So Guyunis could settle in with them. After the move, it was discovered that civilized living would have to be put on hold.

Guyunis had hated humans to a T six months ago; he was very rude, violent, and snappish with them. With all of that being noted, she had made the decision to keep the family living in caves that were a short distance from civilization. Even though things were hard for her and her family, no one had placed blame on Guyunis; the hatred that he felt towards humanity was perfectly understandable. He was treated very badly by the human families that adopted him over the years; the people that had him over the years had either talked him down or had verbally or physically abused him. He had also been treated as a sort of slave for the last three hundred and eighty years.

All humanity had done for him was show how uncaring, cruel, and rude they were; except for the times where he was living under her roof, he had known nor gotten a bit of kindness or respect from anyone.

Before the option of living with a real roof over their heads could be considered, Guyunis's many issues had to be addressed and corrected. It took a lot of work to get Guyunis to feel some self-confidence and self-esteem in himself and in others; they started with his having confidence in them right away. He became a member of her family from the day that she saw him; she, and her biological children, would never grow tired of him or send him away to be with someone else—he learned this first. That first lesson had forged a strong bond between he and them.

A few issues were encountered along the way; for example: from February to April, he came to her to ask if things were cool between he, she, and his "bruders"—as he called them. She had always come back with saying that they were all very happy with having him as a member of the family. He had just stopped doing that when the first fight happened. She had just got through giving Bile permission to go off to do a little hunting; her son had just collected his knife, and had just gotten himself ready to go, when Guyunis came up, asking if he could go with him. Bile had said no in the kindest of ways—twice—then, after Guyunis started to insist on tagging along, he started to express a little bit of annoyance. The fight between the two happened shortly after her son's annoyance was expressed.

Due to his not being included in any family events, or treated like a sibling by the human families that had him over the years, he hadn't had a clue on how brothers acted. Guyunis had clung to her for all of a week afterwards; the fight had caused him to think that she'd send him away. It had also caused him to think that Bile had started to hate him. He was extra clingy with her after his first two fights with Bile then he started to calm down; up to the day where he spotted his brothers practicing with their powers, he felt confident enough in knowing that he had a forever family.

All of her biological sons knew their powers well; Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer had Elemental, Energy, and Acidic powers while Bile had Elemental and Energy powers. All of them practice with their powers to keep in shape—Lazeer was a natural with his Acidic powers while Lhaklar wasn't as equipped with his; Hazaar only knew the basics. When Guyunis saw her biological sons practicing with their powers one day in mid-April, he ran to tell them to stop; he was afraid that they'd get in trouble for using their powers. All four of her biological sons had picked fights with him, had done the usual name calling, then had sort of walked off, leaving him all by his lonesome—that had scared him half to death! He had come racing up to her five minutes later; the poor thing was crying something fierce—a sort of regression happened afterwards. He was so very sure that he was being sent away and that all of his "bruders" were going to start hating him.

It was a simple misunderstanding on both Guyunis's part and on her biological sons'; after that happened, she was required to remind her sons of Guyunis's history.

Thanks to the family that took him in after his birth-mother, Lisa Ann Wahlberg, took him from her, he had learned to fear the use of his powers and to fear anyone who used their powers near him; the people who took him in had thought that his powers were demonic and they had made him think that by being physically and verbally abusive to him whenever he was seen as using them. It took him all of two weeks before he started to understand that his powers weren't demonic or monstrous; he went back to being in peace with his "bruders" afterwards. She had caught him sparring with all four of them several times, and she had also caught him being trained by Bile and Lhaklar a few times too. Like her biological sons, he, too, had inherited the use of Elemental and Energy powers.

"Our first "home" was the Cave of the Winds."

Which was located in the Pikes Peak region of Colorado, just west of Colorado Springs, on U.S. Highway 24, near the Manitou Cliff Dwellings. It didn't take them long to loathe this location—tours of the cave were given daily, so they hadn't really had any privacy. They spent a week in this cave before moving to a different location.

The Hobo Cave, which was actually a set of bouldering problems that were beneath a rock buttress on Boulder Mountain land, found on Flagstaff Mountain, in Boulder, Colorado, was their next temporary residence. They stayed there for a little over three months. With the area being well-liked by her family, her sons had done a lot of walking, hunting, and fishing there.

Her father, the evil Master Vile, who was also the father of her oldest son, was the cause for their leaving the Hobo Cave. The man had found a way into the shields that she put over the planet over two thousand years ago; he claimed that he found, and then followed, the tunnels that she created to connect the cities and towns to the highways that were on the outside of the shields by pure chance. She didn't believe that; while she didn't know the specifics on his "discovery" she did know that he and his army had shown up in Colorado one day not long after he entered the shields. The president of North America, a man by the name of Horace A. Smith, had jumped into one of his emergency helicopters right after her father's army had started in on the middle states; he had flown to the area that they were staying in. The helicopter that he was in had no more touched the soil before he jumped out. He raced right up to her then he told her to simply take her sons and go elsewhere; he had said for her to not worry about what was going on in the States... to just worry about herself and her sons. She and her sons had fled to Africa right after that encounter occurred.

The move to Africa was a hard one for all of them—they had wanted to stay and fight her father and his troops. She still felt rather bad for leaving and abandoning North and South America but, like Horace Smith had said, she did have five boys to look after and protect. She and her sons had moved to the Ogbunike Caves, which were located in Ogbunike, Anambra State that was in the southeastern state of Nigeria, Africa. The Ogbunike caves that they relocated to were located in a valley that was in a tropical rainforest; her sons had done a lot of hunting and fishing, and she had done a lot of cooking, there. She had also done a lot of proud watching as they took care of their prizes—the pelts, antlers, and other trophies that they kept from their kills. Guyunis was taught how to hunt in that location—before then, he was told to not hunt; he didn't know how to conduct a safe hunt before the move to Africa was done. Whenever he went out to hunt, he'd do it dangerously by ambushing his prey from underneath it before springing up to fight it physically. He was now a very safe and skilled hunter; she was very proud of him. She had also taken up his power training at that time; he was a fast learner, a good listener, and he had also done his best to imitate her. He was now very in-tune with his powers.

After a month of living there, they moved to the Sannur Cave, that was located ten miles southeast of the city of Beni Suef, that was in Egypt. She was careful on that move since Guyunis's birth-mother lived in that part of Africa; luckily, neither birth-mother or son had come in contact with one another. Lisa had given her son up for adoption right after he was born and she had also made it very clear to pretty much everyone that she wanted nothing to do with him—the feeling was sort of mutual with Guyunis; he didn't want to know or get to know or see her either. She and her sons had lived there for a month before the decision to move and then resume a more civilized life was made—Guyunis was the root cause for that decision; she had caught him acting friendly with the humans that either worked or lived in or around the city of Beni Suef more than twice in the month that they lived in that location.

Guyunis hadn't much liked the idea of moving to Germany—a small regression happened where he thought that she was moving the family there to get rid of him. That wasn't the case; she was quick in explaining the reason for the move—she wan't moving them to the country to get rid of him, she was moving them to the country to begin the process of resuming a more civilized life... which included a real roof over their heads, heating and cooling, and, of course, safer drinking and bathing water. Guyunis was her son now; there were to be no other adoptions or "hand-off's". He was to be her son forever. She had promised each and every one of her sons that they'd still be allowed to do their favorite outdoor activities and she had also said that she'd still be with and there for them. Guyunis had taken her to the side not long before the move was done to express a worry of his, which revolved around his bumping into the people that had him before she adopted him. She told him that she was picking a place far from where the people that had him before her lived; he went back to being happy afterwards.

They were in Germany for a little over two days now; so far, the energy that was coming from her sons was good. If her arms were elastic, she'd of reached one back to give Guyunis a pat on the back for chuckling at Mr. Leinart's use of the word 'tit'. Since her arms weren't elastic, she just looked back and smiled at him. Guyunis returned the smile.

"So, Miss. Irene—"

"Angel. You can call me by my first name if you like." Angel replied quickly.

"Angel... have you and your sons eaten anything lately? If you don't mind, I'd like to take you six to a restaurant of your choosing before we get started on the search for your new house." Stefan said. He didn't mind being interrupted, and he liked the idea of her trusting him enough to let him use her first name.

"You're much too kind, sir." Angel said before turning to look at her sons. "You five eaten anything during my absence?"

"No," Bile, Lhaklar, Hazaar, Lazeer, and Guyunis said at once.

"This fine man is offering to take us out for supper. Any ideas on what you want, or where you want to eat?" Angel asked her sons.