Author's note: sorry guys! Writer's block. You know. Here's an older piece for until I can finish the next chapter.


Teams come in groups of four, usually. Five sometimes. Three at the least.

Never more.

In all honesty he was going to get kicked out somehow, simply because he and the newcomer were so much alike. In another world they could have been twins.

Now he, the old friend, was utterly, completely, totally alone. The traitor, five times over. None of his teammates would take him back. They'd be crazy to. The logical side of him knew that. The irrational part of him thought that he might be able to make things better, he could try to make things better. The rejected entity decided that he did not need the rest of them. The insane consciousness decided that his original goal of smashing the world to pieces was perfectly reasonable.

All in all there was nothing he could do. People like him are usually gotten rid of neatly, falling out of a train or exiting pursued by a bear. Suicides, accidents, whatever. Murder- treason is punishable in all cases by death.

Only, number six this time had no intention of surrendering. With or without a fight.