CHAPTER TWO

WORLD MUST COME TO CHANGE

Walking through much of burned remains. A tall thin like Sack boy with broken torn clothing.

His outfit reminded of a scarecrow like being. His body thin. His head covered with a hoodie.

His hoodie had torn and sewed on chunks of various fabrics. He stumbled a little. Coughing about.

Ahead of him. His lab was massive.

The scarecrow like Sack boy was known as "WRAITH". His mouth covered with bandages.

Lone and lost like Sack boy with evil intentions. His motives determined to see through the end. Wraith looked left then right. His right arm was mechanical.

He stopped walking.

Sparks of blue came running down from another worker merging metal.

Standing in front was the rogue like Gunslinger.

His name known to few was "Vasto". His face couldn't be seen. Not even his goggles.

The Goggled like gunslinger, staring at Wraith with intentions.

- (Rivvok-Villain in the First Part of Happy Phanta)-

"Anything new to add?" asked Wraith

"They've announced her death…Rivvok did what he was meant for very well..." said Vasto

"The High Sons believed it to being else effected actions not done by Rivvok at all" continued Vasto

Sparks came down over the gunslinger Vasto's large cowboy hat.

Wraith looked away from him. Thinking of other things in mind. Sighing a little about the situation.

Walking slowly again and forward. Walking passed Vasto.

Only to have the Gunslinger look back at him.

"Understand, the idea of this is to bring a new to the old" said Wraith

"Rivvok did what he was meant for and died what he believed in. I expect nothing less" said Wraith

"Now go find Rick and deal with him as best you can" he said

Vasto turned away from him. Taking it slow and steady.

Lifting his right arm, he fired a grappling hook. Pulling him upwards through the open window.

Vasto was on the roof now. Overlooking the far glory of this world. Thinking this was just beginning.

The lab hidden within the city limits. On the far out reaches towards the ocean pier.

All around were mechanical arms removing and adding pieces to weapons.

Adding chunks of metal to tank like vehicles. Amongst the massive garage like workshop.

Wraith moved to the controls of his garage as the floor changed and shifted.

Moving various parts around. Glowing with lights of white. Showing images.

Events. Dates.

Rivvok, Harris, Sara, High Sons, Jonas.

Including Rick with a smile and a middle finger at the camera.

"Everything comes all together in the end" said Wraith

-I-

Simple it's supposed to be. The asking of a question.

Only to have thoughts come in and shift its essence.

One side shows the positives. Amongst the positives exist the negatives.

Always do amongst these situations.

Around the table, it was Sara with her arms crossed facing her Father. One of the High Sons.

The High Sons, controllers of 3 major cities in this day of age.

The High Sons are a complete number of 5 in total. One of them had just died.

So, the replacement was in the works.

Sara's Father never liked Rick at all. But understood he was good at what he does.

Sara the tough strong woman she is. She was like a child around her father. At times not every time.

"It's time my daughter "said H.S. Ulsho

"Dad I don't know if I want to actually do this" she said

"What? We need someone that can be like her"

"I think you should get Harris he'd be great at this"

Sara walked side to side a little. Trying her best to be patient with him. He didn't like her answer at all. He wanted her here next to him making choices.

"You'd be making a change" said H.S. Ulsho

"Dad please I don't want this" she continued

"Don't do something you'll regret" he continued

Sara got mad at that. She walked out. Slamming the door behind her.

H.S. Ulsho felt it difficult to deal with. He sighed touching the High Sons desk.

Around him were paintings of history of their society. He wondered.

If this had anything to with Rick. But he could be wrong. Maybe she wanted out.

Leaving that behind. Sara went out to the roof tops. High above city limits.

Climbing to one of the third tallest towers in all.

Sara sat at the edge next to the massive solid stone statue of a screaming bat.

Mad and frustrated as heck, breathing fast. She closed her eyes. Her legs dangling over the edge.

Sara slowly opened her eyes. Starring at the downtown distance of the city. Far from above she felt.

Felt much like an angel or demon herself. Even like a God watching from afar. Seeing what events.

"It's like he doesn't even care about my own choices at all" said Sara

She looked at the Gargoyle statue. She smiled at him and touched the stone beast.

"Least I have you in my life of crazy adventures" she said smiling

"Rick was one of them, even though he's much of an idiot and loose cannon at times"

"Look I care to a certain extent alright, don't judge me about it"

She stared at the gargoyle. Thinking of what he must have been saying about it.

She smiled and looked away from it. Just thinking.

"Rick would do the same about it. I mean. I don't want it either" she said

Sara's eyes looked forward as the city glowed alive. Her hands moved in the conversation.

"I want to live about my own life, not stay behind a desk writing paper work and meetings"

"I honestly don't know what to think or say anymore about it"

"I just hope, things become better"

-I-

Letting out a sneeze. Rick looked at the table. Feeling a little dizzy about it. He laughed.

Thinking aloud. Much like how Harris would be doing. Rick touched Harris's back.

"Someone's thinking about me" said Rick

The night was coming to an end at 12 am. Harris was throwing up. Rick was holding him up.

Having one arm over his shoulder. Holding onto his mentor as best he could.

He smiled looking down on Harris.

"Oh man Harris, thinking about it did you bring your car"

Harris looked at the ground still dripping his spit.

"Hahahaha" laughed Rick

Both headed left down the street. Slowly but surely moving together.

Harris mumbling over a few things about many.

Over the words Rick stopped once he heard a specific kind of word.

"Jonas would be proud of you…." said Harris

Rick didn't know how to react to that. He was silent.

Shrugging it aside. They continued walking.

"We're almost to your car Harris" said Rick

The car was parked at the end of the next block. Colored blue.

Rick smiled about it a song that was about a blue man and a blue life. Thinking to himself about it.

"I ain't ready to sell mama" whispered Harris

"I do hope you end up being the next High Son"

"Would be a change for you" said Rick

Harris reached for his keys only to hand them to Rick.

Reaching the car door. Rick used the keys to open the back.

He opened the back seat pushing Harris inside.

Rick closed the door walking to the front seat. He stopped as he opened the door.

Looking forward he could see various colors of neon lights.

At distance he could see the long tall buildings. All around. Lights covering for miles.

At the distance in the middle of the street was a flower. The colored flower of pink and purple. Sitting inside the car he turned it on.

Driving up to the flower with an open door slowly reaching down to grab it.

As he continued driving and heading forward. Closing the door shut.

Rick held it with on hand slowly turning it. While driving with the other hand on the wheel.

He knew which flower this was from. He had gotten her this before.

Understanding this he missed the scent. Harris was sounding with snoring and mumbling sounds.

Reaching up into the air. Harris was still drunk beyond it but hit hard with it.

Driving the constant smell of the essence.

His mind wondered about that. She had returned home. Even much so she hated what happened.

Rick looked over to the rear-view mirror. Seeing the distant light of a single light.

"Ahhhhh….So she did end up missing me after all" said Rick