Hey Dudes! Or well loyal fans! I want to first thank you guys for being an astounding audience and having such patience with me! I went home for Christmas break from college and haven't been able to post until now. Internet isn't a necessity at my home so, that's the main reason.

Anyway please enjoy the series and chapter 5 will be finished soon and posted!

Later!

Sorry it took so long guys, here's a Christmas/New Year's present from yours truly,

Enjoy.

Chapter 4: The Lightning Chase

I was in the strange place again; the sky was the same starry night with the interesting swirling colors and obvious constellations glowing brighter than the rest of the other stars. I observe the sky and take in the beauty of it. I soon realize that I'm lying on the ground and leaned up to observe the landscape before me. The ground was equally beautiful, the lush green grass stretched across the hills and the cool blue of the lake off to my right was breathtaking. I looked down and to my wonder I was wearing armor that was shining even brighter than the moon. It reflected light and cast specks of light across the grass surrounding me. I managed myself up from the ground, regaining my balance and observing my surroundings. But before I could take in the scenery any further, I heard an ear shattering explosion followed by the sounds of screaming and yells for help. The direction of the noise sounded to be coming from the east.

I ran over to where the noise had come from and the sight that was before me was horrifying. There was this burning castle and a massive war spread out in front of the castle. There was fire and lightning and different forms of magic winding through the battlefield. It was like someone had opened the gates of hell in this world. Then I heard it; the blood-curdling scream followed by the cry for a very peculiar name.

The voice screamed for a man named 'Ulf,' and the voice screamed again, and then went silent. The chill of the name went up my spine and the scream chilled me to the bones. I felt a tear run down my cheek. Why was I crying? Was the owner of this voice important to me? This feeling that overwhelmed me was uncontrollable. I was frozen in fear and felt a wave of anger run over me. For some reason I had a horrible feeling about this dream, almost like I have felt this in real life, or even experienced it.

There was the smell of something burning and my eyes flashed open. Was Damien cooking again? Damien tried cooking before and almost burned down the house. I jumped out of the bed and pulled on my boxers and burst out of my room and jumped the stairwell, landing on both feet firmly at the bottom. I sprinted down the hallway, barreling into the kitchen. The scene before me was unbearable. Scanty was bent over the table, rag in hand scrubbing it. I took in a long look as my eyes raked over what she was wearing. She was wearing the maids' outfit from the closet and it revealed her white lace panties. My face turned scarlet and my throat went dry at the sight of Scanty's flawless and shapely derrière. My eye then moved to Kneesocks who was at the sink, and her clothing was worse. She was wearing only a pair of flaming red satin panties and matching bra. She was also wearing a green lacey apron. My heart began to beat faster and faster, my face burned as the blood rushed to my face and my throat got drier. Perspiration began to coat my body as I tried not to focus on their enticing bodies. My eyes studied their every curve and gorgeous figures. It was clear they were well endowed and very athletic. Scanty's pale skin was enticing and Kneesocks' tanned figure was begging to be held by a man….wait pale and tanned skin?

I looked over them again and noticed that Kneesocks and Scanty's physical appearance had drastically changed. Instead of Kneesocks' light blue ponytail it was now a bright red and her eyes were now green. And instead of Scanty's pistachio green hair it was now a light blonde and her eyes shone a pale blue.

"Scanty? Kneesocks?" I asked looking over them for a third time.

Could this really be them? They look just like them, but not physically….What is going on?

What appeared to be Kneesocks, fully turned from the sink to face me, "Yes Knick," she said. And as she did I looked deep into her eyes. They were no longer the yellow green eyes they were the day before. They were of pure emerald green and shone brightly as I stared deep into them. Her eyes gave me the same look as they did yesterday. That longing look, that begged to be held. That look that said, 'I want to be wrapped in someone's arms and not have to worry about the world around them.' It was obvious Kneesocks was lonely. Almost as if she has never had someone to call her own or love….

"What's…going on?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure," Said Scanty.

"But why are you wearing those clothes…." I asked trailing off as for a fourth time I observe their gorgeous bodies. Damn, these women were extremely attractive.

"We wanted to repay the favor for your hospitality, so we decided to clean up the kitchen and house for you," said Scanty.

"But more importantly Knick….why are you in nothing but your boxers?" questioned Kneesocks.

I looked down and my face shot an extreme red, and I danced behind the wall of the kitchen, to hide my half-naked body. I looked as Scanty's eyebrows shot up at the curiosity of my embarrassment from them.

"Knick, are you alright dear?" Scanty said walking closer to me and swaying her hips seductively.

"Knick, what's wrong?" said Kneesocks coming over to where I was, getting very close and locking eyes with me. Again we shared a moment, the look returned again. Her face shot scarlet and her emerald eyes fluttered as she looked at me. I felt the heat in my face boil to extreme temperatures. Her gentle lips were parted and I wanted to steal a kiss from those soft delicate lips and taste Miss Kneesocks. I wanted to kiss her gorgeous lips and wrap her in my arms.

Wait, what am I saying? Where was this coming from? Why do I feel like this and am I allowed to feel this way?

"Umm…oh nothing, I'm going to go get dressed, ok?" I said blowing off what just happened and scampered down the hallway, up the steps and into my room where I shut the door and leaned against it. I calmed my breathing and inhaled deeply. Where were these feelings coming from? How could I feel this way about a woman I just met a day ago? I blew off my feelings and walked to my dresser and searched through my drawers for something simple to wear, seeing as how my day wouldn't require me leaving the house. After picking out a relaxing blue shirt and a pair of shorts, I made my way downstairs and into the living room and I took a seat on the couch made for two.

As I sat down and pulled out a book from the side table next to the couch, Kneesocks comes into the living room, now wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized sweater. What appeared to be a purple tank top covered the tops of her shoulders, as the sweater came to rest on the edge of her shoulders. She smiled at me from behind her glasses and plopped down next to me. She tucks her feet under her and leans in to look at me.

"What's up Kneesocks, is everything ok?" I asked looking into her beautiful green eyes.

"Yep, just wanted to see what you were up to," she said giving a small smile

"Oh, just reading is all. I just finished getting dressed. You know you guys scared me with whatever was burning," I said turning the page in my book.

"Burning? Oh, Scanty decided to use a cleaning agent that wasn't supposed to be used and it caused a burning like aroma," she said peering over my shoulder. "What are you reading?" she asked.

"Oh just a book on music theory," I said. Was she usually like this? She seemed rather serious when they were pointing their weapons at us yesterday. "Say, Kneesocks, why do you…." I said looking over here.

"Look, oh you mean this? I'm uncertain. We awoke this morning to this change. Believe me this is much as a shock to you as it is us," she said looking down, pulling her feet from under her and pulling her knees to her chest. "This has never happened before and is strange."

"What do you mean?" I asked looking at those green eyes.

"Well, Scanty and I can willingly hide our horns and fangs when we need, but the red skin was obviously very difficult," she said looking at the room, "even at our strongest, hiding the skin for more than an hour or two would completely drain us of strength. So for this to have happened means….." she trailed off.

"Means what Kneesocks?" I said closing my book and turning to her.

"Oh its nothing," she said, smiling at me. "Say didn't you have to make a trip to the grocery store,"

"Oh crap I do," I stood up and walked into the kitchen.

I walked over to the front of the fridge and went to look for a list I had written the night before, shortly after dinner. "Where's my list?" I looked over the fridge, through the different calendars, coupons and other various refrigerator pin-ups.

"Well shit! Where's the fucking list?!" I say, storming through the kitchen looking for it.

"Looking for this?" I heard Scanty's voice.

I turned to see her leaning against the counter, with a sticky note attached to her finger waving it and giving me a seductive look. Scanty was wearing a green blouse that loosely hung on her shoulders, and a pair of capris that complemented her thin athletic legs and her feet were bare. Her hair appeared to be pulled back in a small ponytail near the middle of her head and the rest of her hair hung down her back.

"Actually yes," I said, reaching for the sticky note.

She jerked it away and got extremely close to my face and licked at me.

"Knick…you better treat my sister right or I'm going to kill you," she said, adding a sinister snarl to her tone.

I stared in disbelief and was confused by what she meant. She looked at me implying I knew what she was talking about.

"Oh, so you haven't noticed then, well never mind," she replied handing me the note and walked out of the kitchen.

What the hell is wrong with these girls…?

I had gathered the list, my jacket, cellphone and keys from my room, I told Scanty and Kneesocks bye and set out for the grocery store. It was convenient for it to be so closely located to the house; it saves gas and lets me get exercise. Now that I thought about it, the majority of the stores I traveled to; were all close by. This also prevents minimal human interaction. It's not that I hate humans, or people for the matter, I just prefer to stick to myself and Damien. It's really the only way I have ever lived. Other than my parents and Damien, I haven't really ever had friends to be honest. People don't interest me and prefer my books and studying my precarious topics.

I turn the corner and run face first into something that felt like a wall. I stumbled a few steps backwards and shake the stars from my head.

"This is the second fucking time someone has run into me…." I say, looking up. I see a tall man, or well what appeared to man, cloaked in an all-black cloak. He had his hood up so his facial features were blocked from me. Through his cloak I could tell he was very muscular and gave of an air of superiority. Whoever this man was, he wasn't to be trifled with. His eyes weren't visible but I could tell he was staring straight at me. He took a bulky step towards me, and I in return stepped back. There was a strange guttural sound followed by what sounded like a bear being chocked. He pointed at me and spoke in what sounded like German. His speech didn't surprise me but that fact that I understood what he said. I have never taken any lessons in German, nor is there any German in me, as far as I knew.

He uttered the words again, 'Release thyself lord almighty Champion or Die.' I stood there blank, not knowing what to think of the statement. He muttered them again, with an even angrier tone. I just stood there blank, the words surging through my head. What are they supposed to mean? The tall figure gave an angry grunt and almost in the blink of an eye he lunged at me, aiming for my head. I lurched back, just barely missing the swipe. A stinging sensation ran through my forehead, followed by a warm liquid. I felt the liquid run to my nose and watched as droplets of crimson spattered my hands and the ground. He didn't even hit me…

I look to the hand he attempted to hit me with and saw an almost paper thing blade extending from the edge of the sleeve. Shit…shit this was bad.

"What the hell is your fucking issue?" I yelled at the man, as I put my hand to the gushing crimson. "Shit…are you fucking mental?!"

The man reared back and went for another strike. I dodged and quickly turned tail back around the corner. I ran through the streets of D-City as break neck speeds, but still the man chased me, staying just out of arm's reach, or well blade's reach. I looked over my shoulder just as I jumped a bench and watched as he just plowed through it without flinching.

W-What the fuck is he?

I turned my attention back to the terrain in front of me and dodged just as a object came barreling towards me. I continued to run through the streets and alleyways as this cloaked fucker chased me. I dug through my pockets, retrieving my phone. I managed to pull out, but the phone exploded in my hands.

"What the shit?!" I said. Smaller explosions happened around me; one almost hit me in the leg. I hoped a ledge kicked a trashcan and scrambled up a fence. I planted both feet firmly on the ground just as the man turned the corner, plowing through everything and anything. He tore through the trashcan and wasn't slowing down. "Oh fuck!" I yelled tearing down through the alley just as the man ripped through the fence, his cloak getting snagged and torn away causing me to pause. I turned to see possible the most badass and yet scariest shit in my life. The man was apparently wearing a silver suit of armor. His pauldrons had pale gold accents around the edges and his armor was very menacing. It looked like a demon, a suit of armor decided to fuck and produce this awesome yet scary as hell armor. The helmet looked had a face protector that was designed with fangs and this evil look on the helmet. The eye sockets were empty and void of life except the glowing red eyes staring at me.

"Well fuck, don't suppose you want to talk about this…or you know smoke one?" I asked.

The man lifted his arm and a small tube about three inches in diameter and steel grey. There was a faint buzzing sound then a small orb of green light. I didn't need to wait to find out what was about to happen. I continued to run down the alley and past a cop walking down the sidewalk. I ran into him but barely stopped.

"Hey you damn kid! Watch where the hell you're going..." the cop turned but was met by a surging green blast. There was a blood curdling scream as the majority of the cop's right shoulder and face was ripped from his body. I was spattered with blood and bits of brains. The cop fell to his knees and his blood poured from his body like a river, muscle and bits of flesh was scattered about the ground. His disembodied eye bounced and came to rest in front of my foot. I felt a sick feeling rise up into my stomach and I clenched my mouth, holding back the rising vomit in my throat.

The sensation passed quickly and I regained my composure. I was glad I did too because a small crowd had gathered around the scene. Some people vomited where they stood, others let out shrieks of terror and others were taking pictures of the scene. Several people began to talk in hushed whispers about how this happened, but that quickly grew to a roar.

Damn it people. Get the fuck out of here you're going to wind up dead.

If im going to fight this man or whatever the hell he was, I was going to need a weapon. I searched desperately for one, until I spotted the belt on the dead cop. I knew how to fire a gun which gave me a means to attack, and I knew I couldn't rely on the lightning I used yesterday. I didn't even know that was possible nor do I know how to do it again. I stepped over to the cop, unfastened the restraints on the pistol and drew it from the holster. After grabbing the pistol and whatever ammunition the cop had on him, I pulled the slide on the pistol and saw there was a round already in place. I clicked the safety and waited for the strange man to come out of the alley.

Hopefully, I won't die today. I still have things I want to do.