Sorry for the late update. I've been busy, and hardly found time to type this chapter. That's why it's a week late.

ONWARD!

Krad awoke with a jolt. He took in his surroundings. Pastel-colored walls with posters of everything from heavy metal bands to rainbow colored ponies. Krad was confused for a moment, because he clearly remembered passing out on his way home. He swung himself out of bed, and realized that he was wearing the same clothes that he was in yesterday. Discusted, he took a shower and dressed him self in cleaner clothes. He put on a sky blue shirt with the outline of wings in the back, and a pair of green jeans. Krad brushed down his almost ebony hair down, and realised that the roots of his hair were getting unnaturally lighter. They had become a oaky brown, while the rest of his hair was a deep black. He just sighed, and walked out of his room.

Going through the maze of hallways, he thought. What if last night was a dream? It could be, considering how much Shadow talked. She barely uttered a word to him. And she also laughed. And that Piper girl could've been a figment of his imagination. He immediatly dissmissed all doubts when he walked into the kitchen.

Shadow was sitting there, with a plate of lasanga she cooked up yesterday. Piper also had a plate of it too, and they were laughing as some joke. Well, Shadow was cackling more than laughing.

Piper was in a skin-tight ebony shirt, with a considerably looser purple sweater that draped over one shoulder. Her pants were plain blue jeans, and faded brown skater sneakers were on her feet. A small carved fox was the pendent one her necklace, the only jewlery that she currently wore.

Shadow wore a loose v-necked black shirt, with her almost-trademark unzipped black hoodie, and long black skinny jeans. Black feather earrings graced her dark ensamble, along with a tarnished silver claw at the end of her necklace. The end of her tail was a twisted, lizard-like hand that held a black hairbrush, brushing her pale hair. For once, Shadow didn't have on her blind fold or sunglasses.

"Krad, I didn't know you were a bronie!" Piper exclaimed. The newly aquainted mutant held up her wrist. On it was a thick rubber bracelet that had the six pastel ponies galloping around it.

"Bronie?" Krad just thought this was a cool shirt, and liked the rainbow lightning bolt on the corner.

Shadow butted in. "Yeah, she was just explaining the show to me. These 'My Little Ponies' are complete bad-asses. Fighting dragons fifty times their size, over throwing two evil overlords, and managing to restore peace in just about every episode? It takes serious skill to do that."

"Well, I'll get some breakfast, and see what these ponies are all about."

The day was going swimmingly for Liam. The day started with a splitting headache, followed shortly by spilling his breakfast in his lap. once he tossed the stained clothes into the wash, he put on a new outfit and skated at the speed of light to make it to school seconds before the bell. A second splitting headache, causing him to trip and scrap his knee while changing classes. Receiving an 'F' on his Algebra II test (the kid who acctually understood this was absent the day of the test), he sighed. The day was going from bad to worse. In Chemestry, his lab partner (a total 'nerd' that would be alone otherwise) spilled some acid that ate another hole into his pants. After a heat-flash in lunch, a group of bullies walked over to him and his skater freinds, shoving him and calling him a 'foreing mutie'. Profanities were thrown, as well as acouple punches, and that landed everyone into Principal Kelly's office. Liam was suspended for three days, and the bullies got off at the mansion, he got thrown with Logan for punishmet, DR training in place of the missing school. The world began swimming through his eyes.

"Dude, you okay?" It sounded like Matt. A tan blur moved rapidly across his feild of vision.

Liam smiled weakly at his friend. "I'm fine Wolfie. Just slammed. Everything will be better soon." Hopefully, he tought silently before buring his head in his arms. He slouched foreward on the oak desk on his side of his room. Everyone else just got back from school a couple of minutes ago.

Matt couldn't beleive the messy-haired punk. Liam was pale under his splashed freckles, and his emerald eyes out of focuse. The skater tensed, as if trying to shield himself from an invisible attacker, and stood up holding his temples. Liam collapsed onto his bed before Matt could say anything. Matt walked over and sat next to the laying figure.

"Man, if something's wrong, I'm all ears." Matt placed a comforting hand onto Liam's back.

Bleary eyed, Liam asked, "May I have a glass of water?" Liam felt his throat almost shatter with the last word. He felt another heat-flash surge through his body. Shuttering, he curled up into a more comfortable position.

"One glass of water, coming up, Brit Boy." With an elabotate butler bow, Matt exited the room.

After that, Liam fell into a dreamless sleep.

"Vienna, are you sure you're up to this? There is a possible chance you could die." Detective Eona told his daughter.

"Dad, this isn't any different than any other case." The purple-haired teen pointed out. "A kidnapping, and the need to bring this filthy pig to justice."

"This is different. It was a jointed crime. Two teens committed it, not a full grown adult. They spent the evening with the girl, convinced her parents to spent the night at her house, and dissapeared without a trace. The brother of the victum said that the two teens were mutants, but we can't jump to that conclusion yet." He explained the seriousness of the case. This was unlike anything the he had ever been involved in.

Silence filled the little four-doored coup, with a quiet Owl City song in the background. It didn't really make sense, but it made nice white noise.

Veinna pondered. Who were these people, and how could they pull off something like this? There must be a higher power behind them, or some supernatural occurance. The possiblity of this happening without any planning, order, or even instructions was slim to none.

The navy coup pulled up to a log mansion. It was at least three stories high, and had a four car garage with shiny black Italian models in them. "Rich much?" Vienna asked nobody impiticular.

"The girl that was kidnapped was none other than Piper Blackhorse, the daughter of the cheif and a supposed goddess in the tribe." Detective Eona gave details of the victum for the first time.

"Why would someone try to kidnap -. Nevermind." Vienna thought about the possible reprocussions. With someone that important, it could be just for ransom alone.

Detective Eona continued. "The surrounding areas have been scoured for the past couple of days, and nothing has turned up so far." He parked the car in the wide driveway. "We're here to interveiw the family, and see were the kidnappers might strike again." They inhaled deeply,and put on work faces. Litterally poker faces, as if they had hearts of stone.

They then entered the house. The Living Room had a native american theme to it. A tall, thickly build man sat on the couch, comforting a thinner smaller woman whose body was wracked with sobs. Opposite of them were two inspectors. One noticed Detective Eona and Vienna, and ushered them aside. The trio stood beneath an elaborate painting of a buffalo in a golden field. "The parents couldn't give us much detail, but we're interveiwing thier son now." The inspector spoke in a Jersey accent.

"May we enter the interrigation," Detective Eona made the sentance sound more like a demand than a question.

"Certianly." The investigator from New Jersey almost stuttered. Detective Eona was one of the best in the business. His daughter was even better.

The trio stopped in front of the entrance of a study. They heard yelling. "I tell you, this was unnatural! The shadows bent to her will! Light blinded me! They flew away on a giant bird!" The shreiking continued into nonsense. Detective Eona slammed the door open. A Canadian-Indian boy stood over a pale detective, waving his arms around, guesturing while shreiking at the top of his lungs. "She had bright red eyes! Flash of light! Oily feathers!"

Vienna tackled the boy, pinning him to the ground so his stomach was parallel to the wooden floor. Detective Eona kneeled in front of the deranged youth, and asked in a calm voice, "I want you to listen carefully. Explain what you saw."

The boy was panting, trying to catch his breath. The pale detective tipped his cowboy hat, "Thank-ee, sir. I thought that young-un was 'bout to kill me in 'is frenzy." The detective had such a heavy southern accent, his word seemed to be dragged out of his mouth. "Now, can ya tell yur story without gitten at anybody's throat?"

Vienna got off the boy. He stood up slowly, and dusted himself off. "My name is Clark, and everything I will tell you is absolutly true..."

I'm sorry for the delay! It has been busy, and I'll be posting a new character sheet next. So, expect that (at the latest) Monday. That is all.

Keep on Keeping on!