Plague's POV

Do you ever get that feeling that you know you practiced enough but still don't know if you're ready for the upcoming challenge? Never had had that in my life. You just got played. I decided to meditate to work up my strength a little bit. I sat down in the shadows and darkness took me. Images flashed, a beautiful girl with raven black hair and blonde strands. Next to her a guy who looked slightly older than her, a wicked grin on his face. Next in a first person perspective I saw the girl on her knees, face in her hands and shaking. Purple and black flames around her.
Suddenly I woke up with a lurch. I looked the sun. 40 minutes had gone by.

They should have been here by now. I looked down at the would-be deserted street. Two figures were cautiously walking along the warehouse wall. Their first mistake. I fell through the shadows I had meditated in and appeared behind the smaller figure. Her hair...black with blonde strands. Coincidence. Must be. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I grabbed her and shoved her in to the wall were she stumbled and fell. The bigger guy turned. Red eyes flashing menacingly. He snapped his fingers and an orb of dark energy appeared in his palm.

I didn't have time to see (I say see but I sort of sense what people's magic is and in my case seeing is believing) what it was exactly because just then he threw it at my feet. I melted into shadows and appeared behind him, but he saw that coming. He heel kicked, his foot hitting me in the chest. I rolled back, avoiding another kick (FYI I usually don't get hit so early in a fight). He turned to the girl I'd shoved. She was on her knees shaking.

"What have you done to her?" he whispered. I mimicked putting on glasses and held out a clip board and said, "As you can see Mr. Um...?"

"Campbell." he growled.

"Mr. Crooked mouth. She is having some sort of seizure."

"What kind?" he asked.

"Sorry?"

"What kind of seizure?"

"Dude I was kidding!" "And that was your last joke" he said. He grinned and lunged.

Moon's POV

Dark spots were appearing in my vision. My consciousness was slipping. Huh? Neah? Who was he talking to? I tried to make out his words but couldn't. Neah was standing up, in a attacking stance. No don't. You'll end up destroying everything.

Neah's POV

Kill him. That's all I needed to do right? I just needed to kill him, and everything will be fine. I'll kill him, rip him apart, and crush his heart. I lunged at him my Void energy barely missing him.

"Do you know? Do you know what it all means to me?" maniacal smile still plastered on my face, I answered for him, " AT ALL! You hurt the one thing I hold dear"

This time I got behind him, me being the faster person. Now I'll kill him. He managed to block it, the void energy still grazing him. He got off a kick to my side, making me stagger a bit before I jumped back a few steps. I threw a couple more void energy spheres at him, but he dodged them easily. "You're good. What's your name?" I tilted my head slightly while asking.

"The names Wraith."

"Interesting name"

"Thanks. I always knew my sense of naming was great."

Charging at him, I faked a left jab, getting around him to rip a hole through him with another Void sphere. He dodged, grabbed me and through me against a wall.

"Your tennisballs of destruction won't affect me." Wraith smirked, slowly walking towards me.

White walls... Chair... People...in lab coats... Please, don't... hurt me. I don't know anything... I know nothing. Stop...the pain. I don't want... it. Take it away. Suddenly a familiar tune came into my head.

"Watch out, watch out you are in trouble

Watch out, watch out I'm coming for you

You can hurt me, you can kill me, but remember you are cursed

I will find you one way or another and death shall not stop me

Watch out, watch out, you will die"

I have one objective: Kill Wraith. I'll kill him. Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

3rd person POV

Slowly getting up, the sound of bones snapping back into place, Neah held out his hand to the side. A black sphere materialized in the palm if his hand, red energy swirling inside it and black electricity crackling through the sphere. He slowly advanced forward, the only thing to be heard was a malicious laugh. With a sudden burst of speed, Neah ran forward. "DIE!" he screamed, and just as Neah was about to deal a devastating blow, a single gunshot was heard. Wraith thought himself pretty lucky, seeing that that Campbell guy was the one who got shot, which also stopped him in his tracks. Both turned their heads turned to the origin of the sound, glaring at the shooter known as the Skeleton Detective. Next to him stood the infamous Valkyrie Cain glaring back. Multiple Sanctuary vans appeared in the area. A shuffle was heard and instinctively Neah moved towards his sister, a worried look on his face. Skulduggery was surprised nonetheless, after all he shot the evil looking guy. Without warning, Moon began shaking violently, gasping for breath, as a dark mark formed on her cheek. Black and purple flames started sprouting for the ground around her, and burning her brother. Neah wasn't fazed by his flesh burning, instead making a small cut in his left arm.

"After this I'm coming for you." At this time hands grabbed Wraith pulling him into shadows as he disappeared.

Neah grit his teeth, since injuring himself hurt more than being injured by someone else. He held his bleeding arm above Moon's mouth, letting the blood drip into hit. She swallowed the dark red liquid, the mark on her face disappearing shortly after, together with the flames. Neah picked his sister up bridal style, and disappeared.

Plague's POV

She really was looking bad. She was smoking and black flames started licking at her black and purple jacket. But that wasn't the biggest of my problems. Irish Sanctuary vans pulled into the street. The big guy hurried to the shivering girl, who was still kneeling on the asphalt.

"I'll be coming for you." he said with gritted teeth. I wanted to clarify that whatever he tried, he could never get to me but just then a pair of hands grasped my shoulders and pulled me into darkness.

I reformed and took in my surroundings. I was standing in an office. Paintings of battles and wars all around me. The walls were painted white. The expensive looking purple carpet felt hard underneath my feet. In the background I could hear Staying Alive playing, not a good sign. I felt movement behind me and turned to see Shiver was standing there, but I sense something else in the room. Something even more powerful than Shiver.

"Good afternoon." said a voice somewhere to my right.

An old man with shoulder long grey hair and a long beard was sitting at a good rimmed desk. He took of his blue glasses and set them down an an open book he must have been reading earlier.

"I take it from the look on your face, that you don't remember me."

"I dont." I replied

"Sir!" Shiver said.

"Pardon?" I asked thickly.

"You call him sir!"

"Chill out Shiver. I'll call him Mister Sir then!" Shiver opened his mouth to retort but Mister Sir just chuckled.

"I like you Mr. Wraith, you amuse me. But no, my name is Craig Clear. A humble supporter and sponsor of HFG" (Hospital For the Gifted)

"And I know you from where? Sir." I added glancing at Shiver.

He was glaring again (no surprise there).

"Oh it was long ago. You were only 12 at the time..."

"You're that doctor! You refused to see me when that crazed guy buried his thumbs in my eye sockets."

"Well done Plague. You catch up fast."

I wasn't sure I liked this guy too much. I remembered the fear coursing through me when I lost my eyesight. My brother had saved me. He fought off the Insane and dragged me home. My father tried all the healing spells he could, but to no avail. My mother rushed me to the HFG and pleaded with the doctor to heal me. He wouldn't.

"I understand your anger and resentment towards me. But I had my reasons."

"Oh yeah?" I snarled.

"Indeed, there was a war..."

"Yeah, yeah the war of the Sanctuaries. Big deal!"

"It was yes. I was supposed to report to the main camp on the evening of your visit. I would've helped you..."

"No one can help me," I yelled " I've been searching for 50 years to find the cure. I visited monks, mages, I even attended God damn spiritual classes! Nothing works."

He stood up so quickly and gracefully I didn't even hear his chair move. He walked around his desk and stopped in front of me.

"Clearly you haven't tried everything." He grasped my shoulder and color flooded into my vision.

I could see him clearly now. I could focus on random things, the book that lay on his desk, the guide to building swimming pools, the pencil holder on the edge of his desk, even the little froggie clock on the wall. He stepped back a trickle of sweat was running down the side of his face. He sat back down at his desk.

"Obviously, it takes a lot of practice to do that." I was so stunned I didn't move.

"Don't get to excited this only lasts for a few hours." That snapped me out of my trance.

"Why do it then?" "So that I can teach you to cure it in a way that it won't be as it is now but..."

"But...?"

"You will be able to see with the burden of being color blind." he said grimacing. I thought about it for a while.

Being able to see properly would be helpful, but how did he expect me to do it?

"How will it be done?" He smiled dryly. "First let's head over to the Irish Sanctuary."

Moon's POV

I slowly opened my eyes.

"Neah? W-What happened? Where are we?" I was slightly panicked, not knowing my surroundings.

"It's alright, we're going someplace safe. Away from things that'll harm you" The response I got felt distant. Far way.

My eyes widened as a realization hit me. Did Neah kill that guy?

"Did you you kill that guy?" I whimpered slightly, my head still hurting.

"No I didn't. Two Sanctuary officials and some cleavers turned up, plus that guy ran away, so I figured it'd be better to leave."

Sweat trickled down his forehead, he must be exhausted. He looked at me, a fake smile on his face, trying his best to hide his exhaustion.

"Neah, I can walk, so please put me down." I was hoping to ease the burden on him, but he clearly saw through it.

"No. you have to rest. We're almost there anyway." I gave up of convincing him to let me down, so I leaned my head against his chest and drifted into sleep.