Okay, so after I write this chapter, I promise you there will be another story tomorrow or today. I promise. Though I really can't believe we're already on chapter 4 of this. It's incredible! Anyways, just look out for a new story. Even though there's a good chance that once all my other stories get off Hiatus that I'm gonna die. But don't worry, anyways, onto the show!

(3 Years later, Subject Parker Wing's age is now 15)

I punched the bag again and again as it made a satisfying "umph" sound (Just change the sound effects. I get other people to do those for me anyways.). Sweat rolled down my bare chest. The next hit, I pulled in my fist as far as I could, then punched it onto the surface of the bag, leaving a temporary mark. The next thing I knew there was a snap and the bag went flying into the wall. And that's bag number 76 down. I grinned at all the broken bags in front of me. I am so not paying for those. I walked over to my shirt and quickly put it on, leaving the bandages on the floor. I'm sure Lyla won't notice 76 punching bags on the floor will she? I'm sure she goes through that much in an hour. Yeah, I guess after three years, she's almost like a mom to me. A mean, easily angered, killjoy, mom. I sighed a deep sigh than walked out the door. The entire…cave…was booming with excitement. It's always like this. I never understood why, but the cave just has a feeling that spells out throw-a-chair-onto-your-friends. It's an incredible feeling really. I saw Clay on the other side of the room talking with Joe about something. It's good that a lonely robot like him has friends. Kinda warms my heart.

"Hey, Park! Finally done?" Trixie came up to me and poked. This was the one thing I didn't expect to happen. Trix matured. And she's actually kind of cute. She still doesn't seem to care about her hair, but she now wears an old cap, a t-shirt, and some baggy ripped jeans. She's still incredibly short for her age, and she's dangerously skinny, but still. I've changed a lot too. I usually just wear my black t-shirt with a red jacket, but I've grown as tall as Lyla, which I get to brag about.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Well, you know th-.." Trix was cut off by Lyla.

"Actually Trix, I need Parky boy for work. Sorry." She said. Trix made a pouty face then walked away.

"Wait, what work?" I asked curiously. Lyla dragged me to a less crowded corner.

"There's just some suspicious crap going on a few miles west of here that we need to check out." She said as he we started to walk out.

"What, you think there's a crime spree starting?"

"That's the most probable answer. It is at Dead man's Paradise, so it might be hard to get in there." She answered. Dead man's paradise is the most crime infested part of the city. Ten years ago it was a theme park called "Family Paradise", but after a massacre there they had no choice but to close it down. So now it's where criminals can roam around undetected. But from what Lyla said the criminals are planning to storm Domino. Meaning a long week for us.

It's a good walk from the cave to actually step foot on the ground. The opening had a barbed metal fence. On top of the fence was a sign that originally said "Family Paradise" but now "Family" is "Dead man".

"Crap, I feel like I'm gonna die just from reading the sign…" I said holding onto my bow. Lyla's face stayed determined. She then handed me a black mask that looked like it was in terrible in condition. There was a huge scar on the left side and the corner that covered the right side of your mouth was nowhere to be found.

"Here. Wear this. In a place like this, no one can know we actually exist. Especially the son of Featherman." She said, still looking at the sign. I took the mask/helmet and put it on. She did the same with hers. She took a deep breath. "Let's go." She jumped onto a nearby train cart. I followed her lead and did the same. She pointed to a merry-go round near the cart we were standing on and jumped to it. I did the same. We both noticed something. It wasn't natural. It feels like we were being watched at all times, like they knew exactly where we were before we got there. It's not right at all. I could Lyla noticed it too. We trailed the entire place and not a figure was seen…and we both knew there wasn't a figure near them. Lyla taught me how to trace life signs a long time ago. And according to her teachings, no one was here. Then we both felt something. A living person was right under the storage house they were standing on. Lyla turned back to look at me. She nodded her head. I nodded back, standing up quietly. I then pulled an arrow from my quiver and put it on the roof of the warehouse. We both ran to the edges of the roof as the arrow exploded. We quickly jumped through the hole it made and landed safely on the floor. The house was lit up by ceiling lights. The only things in the room were 2 boxes and another figure. The plump figure started laughing. It had all black on and a small Mohawk. In his hand was a scythe.

"Welcome to Dead man's Paradise! You my good lady, must be Lyla Ferris, leader of an underground crime-stopping organization. And you must be Parker Wing, son of the world renown Featherman! Oh, it's incredible to finally meet you two! Too bad I have to kill you like the rest." The figure sneered.

"Like the…rest?!" Lyla growled. The man laughed some more, pointing to the box. The box opened immediately, showing 200 bodies. All from the league. They all plopped out of the box, revealing themselves. At the front were Joe and Trixie, dead. Me and Lyla's eyes went wide at the sight. Everyone…dead. "Joe…Trixie…" Lyla whispered. No…

"THIS IS BULLCRAP! THEY AREN'T DEAD! YOU DIDN'T KILL THEM ALL IN 2 HOURS!" I yelled in man kept on laughing. Then, at what seemed like the speed of light, The man zoomed over to Lyla, and stuck his scythe in her stomach.

"LYLA!" Clay yelled surprisingly from another box.

"No…god dammit…LYLA!"

The End of this chapter! Woo…the next one is going to be doozey. Expect fights, blood, and tear jerkers. Anyways, see ya!