Chapter Ten

Tibor and Irma were trying to keep up with Will, but they couldn't.

"Why are you running, Will?" Tibor asked her.

She stopped, turned to look at him, then resumed running.

Irma, seeing the window of opportunity that Tibor opened for her, caught up with Will and pinned her to the ground.

"Let me go!" Will screamed.

"Relax," Irma said. She let her up. "What's wrong? Why are you running?"

Will started shaking. "Because," she whispered, "if we didn't run, she would have gotten us."

Will pointed a shaky finger behind Tibor. He turned around to find a petite young girl. She couldn't have been more than 12 or 13. She wore a small, pink dress, pink high-heels, and a black, hooded shroud. Her hair was pink, as well as her eyes.

Tibor looked at her, then at Will, then at her again. "She was going to get us?" he asked Will. She nodded. She shook free of Irma's grasp.

"I saw her," she said, "She had some kind of frozen sword. She would have sliced Irma in half, if I didn't start running."

"I would not!"

Everyone turned to look at the girl. She took a big step back.

"Who are you?" Irma inquired.

"My name is Fate," she said, "I'm a Guardian of the Savior."

"Who is this 'Savior?'" Tibor asked.

"You know him as Dark Flyer, right? Well we call him the Savior. He's the only person to stand up against the police, and live."

"Aren't the police here to help?" Irma asked.

"Yeah. Themselves. But Dark put an end to that. For the last three years, he lived here. But then he was defeated and considered dead. He wanted it to be this way though."

"Why?"

"So he can come back and give the cops more fear."

There was a noise. "Who's there?" Fate demanded.

You'll see, a voice said, You'll see. I'll let you see who it is...NOW!

From out of nowhere, a tall, young woman appeared. She wore all black. Her dress, her shoes, her hooded jacket, all black. Even her hair was black. The only things that weren't black were her red eyes.

"Who are you?" Irma asked.

The girl laughed. "I am Scales," she told the group, "Scales, The Destroyer."

"You're a little young to be a destroyer," Tibor said, stepping in front of the girls, "Show me your strength." Almost an instant after saying this, Tibor stuck out his hand. A sword appeared in it. The battle began.

Tibor got the first blow. Gracefully swinging the sword, he sliced Scales' cheek. Blood began to pour from the wound, but an instant later, it stopped. The cut had disappeared. Scales had healed herself! "My turn, old man!" Scales shouted. She ran towards him, trying to use her speed to defeat him. Tibor flipped out of the way of Scales' attack, and cut her leg.

"You're pretty good for a girl," Tibor said with a smile.

"I could say the same for you!" Scales shouted. Their battle resumed.

After a long, tiring battle, Scales said, "I'm through playing with you." Suddenly she began to change. Instead of legs, she now had a tail. Her arms became longer and thicker, and her head changed from its heart-shaped form to an oval-like one. She hissed, and two flaps of skin came from her neck. She looked like a king cobra. Except in her case it would be a queen cobra.

"Like my new look?" she said with a toothy grin. Tibor ignored her, and sprung into the air.

"An aerial attack? How weak!"

Scales carelessly flicked him away with her tail. Tibor stood back up. He began running towards her. Once more she flicked him away.

"Stupid insect!" she spat. "Admit it. I'm too strong."

"Tibor!" Will shouted. "She's right. We can't beat her right now."

"Smart girl," Scales snickered, "If you leave now, I'll let you live. But if you even think of trying to attack me again, I'll kill all four of you."

Will and Fate helped Tibor while Irma looked at Scales.

"Nice look," she said as Scales started to morph out of her snake form.

"You are all so calm around me," she said in disgust, "why?"

"Because we've seen it before."

"Where?"

"In Metamoor."

"Cedric?"

Will and Tibor walked up to Irma. "You know him?" Will asked.

"Yes. He's my husband. Is he alright?"

"Well..." Irma said.

"Uh..." Will began.

Tibor bowed his head. "He's dead," he said, "I'm sorry."

"But how can I live without him? He was everything to me!"

"Perhaps I can help."

"Dark!" The four girls turned to find Dark, wearing his black outfit.

"I can bring him back..."

"You can bring people back to life?" Irma pondered.

"...but you have to do something."

"What? I'll do anything."

Dark gave a big, toothy smile. "Change sides. Join us. Help us defeat those that are the real destroyers. The ones that enslaved you."

Tibor turned to look at him. His smile had faded. There was long pause. It looked as if Dark and Scales weren't even breathing. Finally, Scales said, "Yes. I'll join you."

"Good. But you have to do something else."

"What?"

"Swear to me, on your first born child, that you won't betray us."

"I do. I swear."

"Very well." He smiled at her. "Welcome to the good side." He turned to Tibor, Will, Irma, and Fate. "Let's go."

"Where?" Irma asked.

"To meet with our friends."

He pulled out his phone and called North. "You found me," he said, "I'm coming back with Tibor's group. Also, I've found Fate. I'm bringing her there too. One more thing. I've made a new friend. I'm bringing her too. I'll see you in about an hour. Bye." He hung up his phone. "Well," he said, turning to his friends, "let's go."