Green With Evil Chapter 10: Date of Destiny, a sorcerer hunters fanfic

A Sorcerer Hunters fanfic – Green with Evil
Written by WDCain Man

Disclaimer: Sorcerer Hunters is copyright by A.D. Vision while the Green Goblin is owned by Marvel Comics. There are numerous other characters presented here from other stories. None of these characters were used with permission.

Hello people, WDCain here. Here it is, the final chapter of the first part of 'Green With Evil'. I suppose you could call the first ten chapters book one. It's been a crazy trip but I'm proud to finally get to this part, the part I've been hinting to since chapter one. I'm sorry for the delay but school and my other fics did get in the way but I'm not sad. Some great fanfics can take a year or two before they're updated. What finally motivated me to get off my $$ and finish this was seeing a special E Preview of Spiderman 2 last night. The fight scene between Spidey and Doc Ock looks spectacular so I'm in the mood to write this cool chapter.

Also I wish to announce that there is a winner from last chapter's contest. b4k4m0n0 spotted and identified all the moves correctly. Good job, bucky. I hereby reward you with your special no-prize. Enjoy!

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Green with Evil

Chapter Ten:

Date of Destiny

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Carrot Glace (now called Carrot Juice) growled as he stood at the gate of perhaps his greatest challenge ever. It would be a long and hard task that would tax his mind, body, and soul. It was hard to believe that when he was a Hunter, he actually looked forward to this danger. He gripped his weapon tightly and knocked on the front door.

Hotaru opened it.

"Good evening, Hotaru. Ready for our date?" he handed her the bouquet of flowers.

She smiled and blabbered something very affectionate but Carrot did not pay attention. His thoughts were focused on one thing.

COOKIE & CREME ARE GONNA DIE!

His mind drifted back to that very morning…

Carrot beamed with pride at the completion of the Glider. It was magnificent. With its wing span and thrust engine, the Glider could travel at immense heights at incredible speeds. The silent engine and stealth capabilities would make it impossible for any magical fields to identify it as it came closer. It was loaded with weapons that Carrot had designed: rockets, missiles, bombs, shrapnel grenade.

Best of all was the cost. While sorting through the treasure he stole from the Ruby Bandits, he had found a massive book written by Dr. Octopus. It contained hundreds of blueprints, formulas, and sketches that would put anything his teacher, Tartlet, had to shame. Dr. Octopus was by far the most brilliant techno-sorcerer while alive. By studying this book, Carrot found numerous methods to better improve all his weapons and lessen the cost of the Glider.

It would serve him perfectly. But how would he use it? This was the problem plaguing Carrot ever since his encounter with the Ruby Bandits. His original plan was to launch a full-frontal assault against the Hunters from the shadows. With the list of every Hunter's identity in his hands, he could simply wipe them out one at a time. The problem is that he would miss a few.

It was simple mathematics, one would escape and the remaining Hunters would launch their counter-attack. A mask could help by concealing his identity. There was also the psychological advantage over the Hunters' confusion. But even if Carrot disguised himself as Darkside, they still would not fear him. None of the Ruby Bandits were afraid of him and that cost Carrot an advantage.

He needed fear.

That was what Carrot was working on now. Fear. What a simple word but with so much power. His memories drifted back to his hateful time as a Hunter. When he and…his family…encountered Sorcerers, the magicians were never afraid of them. Why would they? The Hunters looked as threatening as a demented gerbil. With the Sorcerers underestimating them, the Hunters had a great advantage for primary strikes. Any reasonably intelligent enemy, Big Mama, would not do this so Carrot needed fear for that extra edge.

Carrot heard a knock at the door. He quickly threw a blanket over the Glider. "Come in."

It was Cookie. He was dressed in his typical brown trenchcoat and leather boots. He was sipping from a whiskey flask. "Been busy buddy?"

Carrot dusted his hands off. "Quite."

Cookie smiled. "Got a present for you, friend. It's a ticket to the circus that's in town. They got some killer acrobats there you might like to watch. Why don't you get out of the lab wear and go there?" He was a poet and he didn't even know it. Cookie took a chug as a reward.

Carrot looked at his attire. He was dressed in a white smock with several oil stains and a worn out pair of blue jeans. "What's wrong with my clothes? The circus isn't some grand ball that makes formal clothing required."

"Who do you think you are? Creme? Any outdoor event deserves a guy to dress his best. Ya' can't go in ragged clothes."

"Hmm… I see your point. Hand me the ticket and I'll dress up."

Cookie shrugged. "Ain't got the ticket. A friend cross town owns it. One of da' bunnygirls. Just show up at her place, pay her for it, and it's yours."

"Sounds reasonable. What does she want for it? Two hundred? Three hundred?"

"Actually, all Hotaru wants is a plant."

Carrot blinked. "A plant? I did not know Hotaru to be a pot smoker. Isn't she only sixteen?"

"She doesn't want weed. She wants you to pick up some rare orchids that are being held by the florist near the library. Pay for the plants and give it to her then the ticket's yours. You'd best hurry up and get ready. Circus starts in two hours."

"Thank you, Cookie. I owe you one for this. Maybe a night there will give me some inspiration."

"Think nothing of it." Cookie turned to leave and shut the door behind him. He quickly went down the stairs and met his partner in crime, Creme. "Guess what, buddy? He fell for it."

"Sweet!" They gave each other a complicated high five followed by several strange hand movements. "When duya think he'll figure out it's a date?"

"Hmmm…good question. He's pretty bright but I don't think he'll realize the orchids are really a pre-arrange bouquet Michiru told the florist to set up. I bet he doesn't figure it out until he shows up on the bunnyhouse's front door. I think this night could really help lighten him up."

Creme scratched his head. "I don't get Haruka and Michiru. Why dey want to set up Hotaru up with Carrot? All de other bunnygirls want him. I even hear H and M want him for a three way, lucky SOB. Wonder why they go to all da trouble to set him up wit someone else."

"Hmmm…another good question. I think they think that if Hotaru gets to hook up with Carrot, she'll share him with them."

"DAMN LUCKY SOB!"

Cookie gave a sad smile. "Tell me about it. But that's life, y'know? Actually, if Carrot finally loses that gloom and doom thing of his, that's a reward good enough for me. Wonder though, what are Haruka and Michiru paying you though?"

"They said if I do all dis, I can watch them make out for a minute." Creme gave a goofy grin.

They gave each other another high five. "SCORE!"

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That very moment at the Bunnyhouse…

"But Big Sister Michiru, this dress is too tight!" Hotaru whined.

Michiru smiled mischievously. "But he'll really notice you, little sister. Trust me, you're be glad later."

Haruka, who was standing behind watching her lover work, marveled how the dress wonderfully showed off Hotaru's butt. Despite being only a young sixteen, Hotaru had a beautiful body that would only get better with age. She was wearing a very form fitting dark purple dress that ended at her small ankles. The sleeveless top showed no cleavage and ended at the neck.

Haruka also gave at her lover who was wearing nothing but panties and a flannel shirt that was three sizes too large. Still, the flannel could not contain her large breasts. The top buttons strained to hold them in. Michiru's long curvy legs were exposed to the cool night air. Haruka herself was dressed in simple dark blue pajamas that covered most of her body.

Hotaru blushed. Big Sister Haruka's eyes were borrowing into her young supple body. She wondered why Haruka rubbed up against her when she was in her underwear earlier. Haruka said it was to feel her measurements but something told Hotaru that Haruka liked to lie playfully sometimes.

Michiru gave Hotaru a hug, feeling the smaller breasts press against her own. "Come Little Sister, let's head to my room. I think I still have a necklace that you can wear. Eh-I… don't many left." She stammered.

Haruka noticed Michiru's lips trembled. Damn her parents Haruka cursed. Michiru's mother and father, a rich family, disowned their only daughter for loving another woman. They threw her out of the family mansion and kept nearly all her jewelry. Michiru only had four pieces left. Haruka made herself a promise to make her lover the happiest woman alive. Michiru deserved the world.

And a three way with Carrot wouldn't be too bad either.

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Soon Carrot dressed up in a handsome tux with a lavender flower over his heart. He went to the florist and picked up the orchids. He noticed that they were quite lovely on his way to the bunnyhouse. It was not until he knocked on the door did he put all the pieces together and did not like what the puzzle showed.

"…I swear to god, I am gonna kill those crackheads when I get back…"

This brings us up to the current moment.

Hotaru was still babbling like a love struck dolt. Carrot started paying attention when she said the word 'ticket'.

Carrot blinked. "I'm sorry, Hotaru. Could you repeat that?"

"I said I have our tickets in my purse, silly." She was blushing rather badly.

Knowing it was too late to pull out, Carrot had to face the music. "Ready to leave?"

"Let me just say bye to everyone." She turned around. "Sister Michiru! Sister Haruka! I'm leaving!"

The two lesbians walked into the opening. Carrot flinched. Michiru and Haruka were wearing sets of skimpy bras and panties. They were walking with a certain bump and grind that reminded Carrot of the Wuppass Girls.

Michiru smiled coyly. "Don't be out late, Little Sister."

Haruka licked her lips. "It'll be cold tonight and we need to sleep together…for warmth."

Hotaru nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Sure thing. Bye bye. I'll remember to get you some cotton candy when I come back."

Right before the door closed, Carrot saw Michiru and Haruka embrace and kissed passionately.

They headed towards the circus. Hotaru immediately latched onto her date's arm, smiling like the dickens all the while. Carrot sighed. "You have a strange family."

"Really? They seem wonderful to me."

Carrot looked at her carefully. "You don't deem sleeping together in your undies odd?"

"Nope. We just do that to conserve body heat. Don't all families do that on cold nights?"

He had a headache. "God no. Where are the other bunnygirls at?"

"Oh, they're tied up in the 'special room'. They were bad and Michiru and Haruka have to punish them."

"…" said Carrot. He had a hard time trying to get his jaw to work. Can't he meet one broad that isn't a sex deviant?

Hotaru felt a cold breeze run up her dress. "Brrr…I think it's going to get chilly tonight. Wonder why, it's spring. How can it be so cold?"

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At Zaha Torte's castle…

Ice Vega sat cross legged on the cold stone floor. He was bare-chested and shoeless, wearing only a baggy pair of black pants. He had changed much since the operation. He still maintained his pale, almost albino, complexion and short, almost like a buzzcut, white hair.

But the areas that Zaha operated on had changed. His arms, just below the shoulders, had a light blue shade. They were artificial limbs. A similar blue column ran up his back, starting from the base of the spine to the top of his skull. This was the result of a special unbreakable spinal cord implanted in him.

His eyes no longer bore any color. They were simple orbs of white. These eyes gave him special vision which included x-ray, ultra-violet, and of course infer-red. The only injury that was seeable were the jagged scars that covered his neck like a scarf. It was hideous. Not a square inch of flesh there was unmarked. His voicebox was gone, forever rendering him mute.

He was in a vast room that seem to stretch on for an eternity. The darkness went on forever. Before, Ice Vega would wonder how Zaha Torte could summon such mystifies but now, he no longer questioned his lord.

Thundering footsteps rumbled as they moved closer. He does not bother to look around. He does not have to. He knows what they are for the sound was familiar. It was the footsteps of stone golems. Each golem was designed after Gia Purple. All ten lumbered over nine feet tall with flesh colored muscles straining everywhere. They wore purple pants with gold metal boots. A tan leathered vest reached only halfway across their long chests. Their eyes could not be seen, totally hidden under a shaggy main of black hair.

Without any words being spoken, the golems charged with their bare fists. Ice Vega vanished as they came within arm's reach. His after-image appears at the knees below the first golem. He sweep kicked and tore the legs of the false man. As the remains come tumbling down, he grabs a hold of its vest and sent himself into a back flip. At the quarter turn, Vega threw the torso at the second golem with so much force that it went through, yes through, it, severing it in two.

The other eight were coming closer. Once he faced the floor on his twist, he jabbed the ground. The counterforce sent him skyward, reaching over fifty feet high. Three of the golems gathered where he would land, waiting like a pack of wolves.

Ice Vega drew his hands back. A ball of cool blue light formed between his cupped hands. The ball grew to the size of a basketball. The air rippled as cold waves emanated from the blue ball. He threw it straight down. Two of the golems were immediately incased in solid ice. The third was barely able to roll out of the freezing bullet.

Ice Vega landed on the pair of frozen golems. They shattered into bits. The odds were slightly better: Four down, six left. The golem that rolled away was slowly coming to its feet behind him while the others were getting closer. He recalled the old adage of 'divide and conquer' and set himself to work. He slammed his glowing open palms on the ground. A harsh crackle filled the chamber as a wall of ice formed at the spot, separating him and the fifth golem from the five others. It was over two feet thick and could hold up even under cannon fire. Ice Vega figured it would hold the golems back for only thirty seconds.

Ice Vega had underestimated the golem's recovery. By the time the ice wall had finished, it was at its target. It punched him in the back and sent him flying. A shattering howl filled the air from the blow. The golem registered personal damage. It scanned down to find the punching arm fully frozen, the result of direct contact with Ice Vega. It tapped the icy block in an attempt to chip it away but it snapped off before shattering to the ground. Ice Vega's chilling aura had frozen it to the core.

The owner of that aura had crossed twenty feet before he finally skidded back to earth. For a moment, his mind drifted away from the battle and back to the operation. The metal spine that replaced his old one truly was indestructible. He gave thanks to Zaha's torturous operation. It saved him from being paralyzed. Again.

Loud footsteps brought him back. The golem had charged at full speed and leapt into the air. It fell over him in a belly flap form. A golem weighed over a ton. This was a kamikaze attack. Direct contact would destroy it but this was the only way it could kill Ice Vega. He, however, could kill anything in a thousand different manners.

Ice Vega hefted his hands up under the stone man's belly and concentrated. Before it fell another inch, a gigantic ice spear impelled it, leaving a foot wide column in its chest. Immediately, he twisted to his side. The squired golem followed and crashed beside him, lifeless. Then in one smooth motion, Ice Vega flipped to his feet, leaving the golem with the cold spear in its chest.

A loud crash sounded out. The last five golems had broken through the ice wall. Each scanned the area and found the other five demolished. They focused on their target and found that he had not sustained any visible injuries. They concluded that a change of tactics was necessary. Both sets knew this to be true. And so everyone, Ice Vega and the golems, readied themselves for their final attack.

Their bodies crackled with purple electricity.

A cold breeze flowed off Ice Vega.

The energy gathered in the golems' hands.

Icy air gathered around Vega like a cocoon.

The golems sizzled as the electricity built up.

Vega's freezing barrier expanded in diameter.

The voltage amounted could power a town.

His chilly assault would demolish the chamber.

The stone men clapped, resulting in a storm.

Arctic wind was released, causing a dark freeze.

Blazing cold air mixed with burning electricity, resulting in a horrid windstorm. A screeching sonic boom ripped through sound barrier. Endless white expanded throughout the chamber. A snow storm. Once it cleared, everything was frosty.

Ice Vega stood triumphant, knee deep in snow. The five golems were trapped in thick ice, forever removed from life. He slowly walked over to them, giving each statue a simple punch so as to shatter it. All ten golems were destroyed. In a different world, it would have taken the combine efforts of Marron Glace and Mille Feuille just to beat one. This singular battle would have drained Marron, pushing him beyond his limits.

Ice Vega killed ten golems without breaking a sweat. This was a poor workout. Twenty golems would have been better. He reassumed his meditation, hoping the next trial would be a better test. His master will employ his ruthless talents soon.

And Ice Vega would complete it with cold efficiency.

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Zaha Torte sat on his thrown. He was looking into a crystal ball that was replaying Ice Vega's battle with the ten golems. "Intriguing." He speared a tired glance to the side. "Wouldn't you say so, Deneb?"

The woman that wielded the Violet Fire stood like a soldier, firm in discipline. "He has great power, too much obviously."

"Great power is a sign of great skill," he spoke with a rather grim smile. "He endured the operation, he endured the training, he has endured his silence. He is ready."

"Will he strike at the Church for his first task?"

"No. He will strike at the one who rendered him a cripple. I desire him to be tested."

"Who, master? Ice Vega or the one the papers call 'Darkside'?"

Zaha's smile grew a tad demented. "Both."

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At the circus…

"Yeah! Popcorn!" cheered Hotaru as she munched.

"Uh-huh," mumbled Carrot. He tried to ignore her but her childish attitude was beginning to cause a headache. It was so mind bothering that Carrot didn't even notice the two circus performers moving a curtain covered object five times the size of a man outside. The two Carnies scurried the object off behind a curtain, not to be seen until later.

The ringmaster walked into the center of the floor. Carrot nearly freaked out. She was an old woman, so incredible old, that he thought she was his grandfather, the living fossil. They both were wrinkled bags of flesh. However, instead of green and brown robes, she wore a red showman jacket and black top hat. The hag was barely a foot tall, her long white hair reaching twice her entire size. She stood on a black yard staff.

"Welcome! I'm Ringleader Cologne, owner of the Chinese Amazon Circus! LET'S KICK OFF THE SHOW!"

For the next two hours, Carrot and Hotaru watched marvelous feats preformed by marvelous women. There was Razor the Giantess, an eight foot tall woman that swung a broadsword around like any master would with such speed and grace that only a blur could be seen. Targets, both large and small, were set up hundreds of feet away. In one second, she crossed the distance and sliced them apart. She was so fast that even Carrot could not keep up with her. Her speed surpassed his photographic reflexes, her moves eluding him forever.

"How can someone so big move so fast?" Carrot whispered.

"Practice, practice, practice." Hotaru smiled.

Next, the audience behold a young girl, twelve at the most, who was part animal. She wore daisy-dukes short-shorts and a cut-off tank top. The only animal traits she had were tiger ears, earning her the name Tigar. She showed off her cat like reflexes and animal grace with flips, twirls, and insane amounts of spinning.

Tigar was also a skilled tracker. She would take out a scarf, and smell it, memorizing the scent. Next she would blindfold herself before having an assistant pass it into the audience who would all then pass it around over the bleachers for a full minute. Still blindfolded, Tigar would leap into the audience and track wherever the object was and found it within seconds.

Carrot watched Tigar flip the scarf around her neck as she cheered jumping up and down. "How can she be possible? Her very existence defies all scientific reasoning."

"Who cares how she was born, silly. I think she's kewl."

Tigar vanished in a poof of grey smoke. It faded away to reveal a sixteen year old teenager with long black hair. He wore two-inch thick glasses that clashed with his handsome features. He wore a loose white Chinese robes with the sleeves rolled up and baggy black pants. The Circus Magician, Mousse, gave a bow. He cracked his knuckles and reached into his sleeve and pulled out…twenty white doves, ninety packs of cards, thirty live chickens, a dozen ten foot tall crates, a sawing rack, fifteen hoops, a fully set dining table, five sets of knives, numerous swords, eight cannons, thousands of cannonballs, and a full grown elephant.

"…" said Carrot.

"Yippy! I haven't seen a magic show before!" Hotaru clapped jubilantly.

"…" said Carrot.

"That was amazing! He must really know reaaaal magic!"

"…" said Carrot.

"What do you think, Mr. Carrot?" Hotaru gave him a cute look.

"I…don't know…" HIS JAW WORKS! "He…didn't say any magic words…or gave off a glow…" His voice dropped to a whisper. "…none of this can be possible…"

Hotaru heard him. "That's what makes this a circus!"

Magician Mousse reached into his sleeve again and pulled out a tiny yellow rubber ball. He tossed it a few feet away where it exploded into a puff of thick yellow smoke. Once it faded, a podium appeared with an assistant vanishing box on it. Mousse clapped twice and the vanishing box's door opened. Out stepped a curvaceous young woman with bountiful breasts and appealing thighs. She was wearing a tight tight legless purple leotard that left nothing to the imagination. Her seductive outfit matched her puffy purple hair. Nearly all the men in the audience gave Shampoo cat calls. Their dates had to smack them in retaliation.

Hotaru gave Carrot a warm smile for not acting like a sexist like the other men. That's what made him so appealing to the bunnygirls.

Carrot had yet to even acknowledge Shampoo. His eyes bored into Mousse with a desperate hunger for want of his techniques. Mousse took Shampoo's slender hand in his. She blew him a kiss in return. The pair gave each other a tight hug. Many men (and women) mourned at the loss of such a grand prize. Mousse then tossed up a water balloon straight up. It came down and splashed them. The result was unexpected.

"gak!" Carrot choked.

"COOL!" Hotaru cheered.

A white duck wearing glasses grabbed the lavender/white kitty with its webbed feet and the two shot up to the tent top. Before flying away, Mousse reached behind a wing and tossed down another giant smoke bomb that exploded at the center of the ring.

This smoke then spread out into four brightly colored clouds. Four female shapes appeared in the blue, green, red, and pink fogs. The colored smoke whisked away, revealing four young girls before their teens. Each were dressed in tight outfits with jungle emblems such as fruits and animals weaved in for a pattern.

"NOW BEHOLD OUR ADAPTIVE AMAZONS!" Ringleader Cologne's voice yelled out. "FOUND IN THE STEAMING JUNGLES OF THE DEEP SOUTH, THE GREATEST ACROBATS EVER, THE AMAZON QUARTET!"

"VesVes!" yelled a redhead. She was dressed up like as a fighting acrobat.

"JunJun!" screamed an emerald hair tomboy dressed in green baggy pants.

"CereCere!" cheered a girl with pink hair. She was dressed very femininely

"ParaPara!" chirped a little girl with blue hair. She spun around like a toddler.

Each girl suddenly leapt to the ring top with a single leap, over sixty feet high.

"GOOD LORD!" Carrot's jaw dropped. "That's physically impossible!"

"It's the circus, silly." Hotaru giggled. "It's suppose to make the impossible into the possible."

The incredible acrobats were leaping from the swings in spectacular leaps like it was the most natural thing in the world. Their agility were mixed with strange martial arts that made their act shine even brighter. The audience ate it up like cotton candy. Hotaru couldn't stop clapping. Carrot was miserable. All the performers moved too fast for him to track and copy their skills, proving this to be a waste of time.

"For this, I went on a date with a hyperactive second grader?" he mumbled under his breath. With the cheering of the crowds, Hotaru did not heard him. He couldn't take it anymore. He stood up. "I'll be back."

"Bring me back an Elephant Ear, m'kay?" Hotaru gave Carrot her patented puppy dog look.

"Ugg. Sure Hotaru. I'll get you some fried dough." Carrot gave a groan and went to the snack stand. If he was here by himself, he could leave at once but that would wreck the Bunnygirl's confidence which would affect the restaurant which would affect Cookie & Creme's job performance which would throw a wrench with his private war with the Hunters. He wouldn't be able to kill the Hunters. He would only be left with useless free time.

Why bother having fun when there was killing to do?

Carrot made a vow that at that hospital that the only time he would have fun would be after he had mounted his family's severed heads in his din. Until that day, everything else would take second place. That included fun. This left him free to concentrate only on the mission. His mind drifted back to earlier. A disguise will be needed. Fear will be needed.

What would give him both?

Had Carrot looked behind him, he would have noticed the curtain covered object from earlier being wheeled away from the other side of the circus. The two Carnies pushing it were young twin girls, barely ten, dressed up as clowns with heavy pancake makeup.

"Sister Ling-Ling, this is heavy!" bemoaned Lung-Lung as she pushed the wagon harder. "This sucks! If Elder Cologne let us have help, this wouldn't be so hard!"

"Well, we did kind of tick her off with our last prank." Ling-Ling sighed.

"The elephant only broke two of her bones. Y'think the old bag would be use to broken bones right now. She's what, a hundred?"

"Don't forget the lion bites." Ling-Ling welted.

"So a friggin' kitty bit her ass, big whoop! We let it out of its cage cuz it needed some fresh air!" she snapped. "I say we ditch this lugging job and go get some eats!"

"Sister Lung-Lung, that'll get us in more trouble! We have to do this or else!"

Lung-Lung smiled slyly. A dangerous sign. "I got me a killer plan. This bust under the tarp is on a wagon, right? And wagon's have wheels. So if we get some extra momentum, we can just ride this thing to storage."

"…I don't know…"

"Don't worry, it'll work. Just hold on a second; I'll be back." Lung-Lung scampered off for a moment and returned carrying a human-size fireworks rocket and a gallon jar of oil.

"Sister!" Ling-Ling yelled. "Where did you get those?"

Lung-Lung shrugged. "Oh, I just swiped it from Mousse's wagon. He uses this stuff for his act. He won't miss it."

"Ohhh, sister…"

"Listen, the plan's simple. First we oil the wheels up nice and squeaky like. Then we strap the rocket on the wagon and lite it. It'll be like riding on a sailboat."

"…I don't like this idea…"

"Look Ling-Ling, genius is never understood in its time. Trust me, it'll work." The more courageous, or reckless, sister followed her plan through. She greased the wheels up and attached the giant rocket to the back. Lung-Lung hopped on the front. "Lite me, Ling-Ling!"

Ling-Ling, clearly very reluctant, backed away. "This is a bad idea."

"For Amazon's sake! I'll do it then!" She pulled out a matchbook and lit the fuse. "Watch this, sister!"

Realizing what a FUBAR this was, Ling-Ling ran like hell, hoping she wouldn't get grounded for this.

The fuse was lit. Before Lung-Lung could get back in the front through, a screeching ebb sounded out. She buckled under the sound onslaught and fell off the wagon just as it rocketed off like a bat out of hell. Gobs of people scattered for safety.

Back at the snack stand, Carrot had just paid for an Elephant Ear when he buckled from a terrible shriek. He turned around and what he saw was as beautiful as it was frightening.

The tarp was thrown off, revealing a statue, forged in metal, of a hideously jagged green monster with pointy ears and blood stained fangs. There were no legs, only a bust with muscular arms. It rode on a firry bat that tore through the circus. Food stands were ripped into pieces. Nothing could withstand the power of the metal beast. Screams rang out from everywhere in the circus. Fathers carried their children to safety from the rampaging emerald destroyer. A world of happiness had been ruined with the arrival of the beast. Paradise was gone. The joy was dead. Happiness was stolen. The land of dreams was made into a nightmare by the jade devil.

"…a goblin…" Carrot whispered. He never saw anything so wonderous before. His green eyes were transfixed on it. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to. Even though it headed straight for him, he could not move in awe of its glory. He was about to drop to his knees and worship it when another scream, this one the loudest, was heard.

"SHARK FIST!" Cologne yelled. A giant fish-shape water wall slammed into the goblin bust, knocking it off its wheels and bringing it to a halt. Cologne pogoed away from the trough of water Mousse pulled out of his sleeve. She was heading straight for the twins. Ling-Ling and Lung-Lung knew they were in deep trouble.

"…magnificent…" Carrot did not so much as bat an eye at a self made water column. He didn't even notice it. The goblin had not released his attention. Even defeated, the effects of its rampage were still felt.

"MISTER CARROT!" Hotaru yelled. Carrot didn't hear her. She ran up to him, shaking him in a panicked frenzy. "All you alright?!"

"I'm…fine…" He held up the sugary treat. "Here is… your Elephant Ear…"

A warmth ran through Hotaru. Even after a near death, the only thing Carrot could think about was pleasing her. What a king gentleman. She hugged his arm, making sure to press her breast against him like Big Sister Haruka taught her.

Carrot didn't notice. "…must go home…"

"Okay, Mister Carrot. I'm ready to go home now. Except for the last part, I had fun here. Thanks for the date."

"…okay, Hotaru…must go home now…" His eyes were glazed over. The girl must be dropped off first, her place was closest, then he could go to his lab. He now knew what he needed.

He must become a goblin.

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At Zaha Torte's castle…

Ice Vega stood at attention for his master. He was only dressed in his black baggy pants from earlier.

"You have done well in your training. Everything is in order. You are ready for a mission. You shall strike at the one who killed you, Darkside." His lips twisted into a smile. "Does that please you? Don't you want revenge?"

Ice Vega made no response. The man was gone, leaving behind only a killing machine.

Zaha held out his hands. Purple fire crackled to life there, leaving behind a paper box. "Your uniform. Never remove it, for it is as much a part of yourself as the body I made for you."

Ice Vega took the box and removed the lid. He paused at its contents.

"Ice Vega is dead. He was arrogant and has paid the price. You have risen from his remains." An insane look blazed in Zaha's eyes. "Like an icy phoenix. You have come from the dead into new life. You are a different warrior and so must wear different clothing."

The man once known as Ice put on his new uniform. He kept on the black pants but added a similar black muscle shirt with a hood that molded around his scary neck and head. Next came on a blue v-vest with numerous pockets for weapons on the sides but nothing that covered his chest from the 'v' that went to his belt. Also, long fabric formed a flap for the front and back of his waist. Blue leather sandals donned his feet with straps that ran up just below his knees. Hard animal hide was worn as blue-dyed gloves around his fists. Finally, there was the mask. A blue ninja mask covered his jaw from chin to nose.

"Ice Vega is no more." Zaha's smile changed into a demented grin. "Long live Subzero."

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At Carrot's house…

Carrot threw his dress jacket to the side. It was perfect! He knew what he needed! He headed straight for the lab. It would take days to forge the armor and make the modifications to the weapons but it was necessary. Everything must change to suit the new plan. He picked up his tools and worked on his magnificent Glider. He could hear music in his head.

[You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel! You're Mother Nature riding as a bomb! As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies your little secret will be safe with me!]

Carrot's now at the workbench reshaping metal.

[Around again, insane again, it comes again, IT SETS ME FREE!]

Carrot's hammers the metal like a madman.