ACT II: THE RED INSURGENTS

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Back at the Xavier Institute….21st century.

A week had passed since Kitty first went missing. During those days, Logan would frequently visit Beast in his labs. The latter was working with sunken eyes and blue hair that was falling out due to lack of nutrition. That didn't concern Logan at all. He hated to admit it but he missed Kitty. The girl looked up to him like a younger sister. She was always there for him, ignoring his brash and rough demeanour and accepting him for the person that he is.

She never gave up on him when he travelled to Alaska. Logan couldn't give up on her now. He wanted her back. The girl's very presence was like a beacon of light in the Institute. She was all sunshine, rainbows and lollipops. Logan hated sunshine, rainbows and lollipops, but he liked Kitty. He developed a protective brotherly urge for her, not wanting the twisting shadows of danger to darken her days.

After the funeral, he could barely recognise her anymore. The usual sparkling blue eyes were no longer shining. They were void of anymore sunshine, rainbows and lollipops. All he saw was sorrow, gloom and pathos. He wanted to embrace her tiny form, reassure her that everything would be okay, just like the countless times she did to him, but he couldn't bring himself to face her. Part of him blamed himself for her sadness.

Logan kicked the door open to Beast's labs. The hairy man was examining the back of his shell shaped time machine. He didn't flinch or glance at the intruder when he arrived.

"You're taking longer at this than I thought, Fur-Ball," Logan snarled, strutting towards the Beast.

Beast gazed at him with a tired smile, "Good morning Logan, may I ask how you are today?"

"Raging," Logan responded and he held his hand out, retrieving his claws from his knuckles and pointing them at the other man.

Beast was almost cross-eyed upon inspection of the rare metal claws before returning to work. "I am having slight technical problems but that doesn't mean I'm not trying my best."

"It's been seven days, Fur-Ball. I am worried as shit for Half Pint. Where did you learn how to build that bloody time travelling thing?"

"Well…Uh…" Beast trailed off, causing Logan to raise a brow in suspicion.

Beast sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry Logan. I found a book with instructions three weeks before."

"What?"

"I am frank about this," Beast held up his hands, "The book was out of the blue. There was no name, no company or such registered."

"And why aren't you using that book now, bub?"

"I burned it and got rid of it completely," Beast's eyes widened when he realised the ire escape from Logan's features, "It was the only thing I could do at the time. Having an unknown book tell you how to make a time machine step by step, is very dangerous. I had to take precaution."

Logan growled before turning to the wall and punching his arm against it. They were doomed. How would they rescue Kitty now? What if she was to die out in the future? What would happen to her existence the past?

He retreated slowly as realisation hit him on the consequences. What would life be like without Kitty? He was afraid to ask Beast. What would his life be like if there was no Kitty, a life without sunshine, rainbows and lollipops, a life without laughter and kindness? Kitty was all the good things that he ever knew. She was naïve and innocent, like an untainted glass that was forever clear and beautiful.

Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose. He let out a deep, throaty sigh. He never realised how precious the girl was to him.

"Look here, we shouldn't be incongruous over this," Beast assured, daring to take a step closer to his fuming comrade, "I am sure Kitty wouldn't want to see us in this state. Remember, my memory is not of mediocre quality. I promise to retrace my footsteps and fix everything."

"I'm not counting on ya, Fur-Ball," Logan growled fiercely, "I'm expecting success!"

He pushed Beast aside with his shoulder and stormed out of the laboratory without another word.

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Eagle Claws Meeting…26th century

Kitty followed Ash into the little dark room. There were already people inside, sitting around an oval shaped table. Lamps floated in the air, beaming with white light. Their superficial rays cast shadows across rigid features and crooked corners on their faces.

Kitty took a seat beside Ash and surveyed the others.

At her right was Zack Rogers, his dark hair almost navy in the bright light. His peridot eyes were the most luminous she had ever seen. They sparkled like emeralds richer than Jean Grey's. Kitty saw his brilliant white wings tucked neatly on his back. Beside him was a beautiful young woman with doe-like eyes and dark curly hair. Her caramel tan was salient in the light. Zack had a protective arm across her slender shoulders. The young woman was smartly dressed in a lavender-coloured floral dress with a matching cream bolero. Kitty didn't see the woman before but considering the endearing smiles that Zack sent her, Kitty knew she was his girlfriend, Abigail woman was spying for the Evolutionists inside the Triangle Organisation's main headquarters.

On Ash's other side was Johnathan Jones, grinning as widely as ever. He was the most excited about their mission after Vulcan gave them holograms of their targets. He still rolled the sphere of Cut-throat in his palm, her sharp features glaring and eyes blinking in the spherical hologram. Johnathan ran his hands through his cornrows now and again, eyes squinting in the distance. He caught Kitty staring at him and winked.

"How are ya doing, Kit-Kat?" he asked jovially. He shifted towards her, one elbow leaning on the table. The light caught the words 'laugh' on his t-shirt.

Kitty flinched, still not used to the nickname that he assigned for her. "Uh, like, okay."

He frowned with mock worry. "Just okay?"

"Uh-huh," she replied with a smile.

He returned the smile, brighter and more charismatic that would have made her knees more wobbly than jelly had Vulcan not entered the room. The latter was clad in his usual crisp black shirt and trousers. His muscular arms were crossed together. The light reflected off his deep brown curls as he shifted to the end of the oval table and took a seat. His thin lips were taut against his clean-shaven face. He appeared younger, more vulnerable without his beard but his distinct aura was already diffusing around the little room.

"Good morning everyone," he started, tone authoritative when he was talking about business and the words rolled gently on his tongue.

He turned to Abigail and his features softened. "How are you doing Abby?"

"I am fine, Sir," she said with a hint of a smile.

Vulcan eased into his chair. "I presume you have all read the notes sent by Dr. Burke?"

Everyone else nodded or else replied with a yes. Kitty glanced at the sphere of Marcus Brewer. His expression was unreadable. The tinted glasses he wore coveted the emotions of his eyes. She read about his powers, how he could play with the shadows to travel from one place to another. It reminded her of her own abilities. Their abilities were evasive rather than offensive. However, it was Marcus' history that interested her. He was a runaway ever since his best friend's father was on the hunt for him. She didn't know him enough to feel sympathy for hi, and her friends had never betrayed her so Kitty could not relate to him. He was unreachable and unreadable like his sanctuary, the darkness of the shadows.

"Abigail, as some of you may know, is very special to the Eagle Claws," Vulcan continued, earning a blush form Abigail, "She is our only spy in the Triangle Organisation and she will help you four to locate your targets. She has some valuable information right now so give her your full attention. Shockwave, you may stay behind for few extra minutes when this meeting is done."

Ash affirmed his decision. Her nose ring flickered when she turned her head and electric blues eyes hid her real thoughts. Kitty refrained from holding her hand under the table. The Irish girl was not used to skin contact.

Ash hadn't seen what Samir Aryaan could do. Kitty remembered the latter from her day at the mall with Nova and Kiki. Samir was a ruthless individual, calm and stealthy like a predator easing towards its prey. His handsome and innocent features belied the evil that dwelt within. Ash was strong, as Kiki had told her, but how could she protect herself against Samir?

Abigail stood up so that everyone could turn to her. She greeted them. Her voice was gentle and mellow like a field of sunflowers.

"As Vulcan mentioned, I shall assist each of you in your mission. Keep an eye on your EC teleporting devices for any messages."

Kitty touched the bump in the pocket of her cotton trousers. Vulcan gave her the same cylindrical device that every other Eagle Claw recruit possessed. She was asked to breathe into it so that the device could recognise her in the future.

"Before I begin with my report let me first say this," Abigail said solemnly, "Do not take this mission lightly. It is meant to be difficult and it is obviously dangerous. Do not think that the Red Insurgents are worthy of compromising with. They are not like you. They are sneaky and will listen to whatever Ace has to deliver. For that, I warn you all to be cautious."

"I'm as cautious as ever, sweet cheeks," Johnathan grinned at her.

Zack shot him a death glare while Vulcan chuckled in the darkness. The latter instantly straightened himself and reprimanded Johnathan for interrupting. Kitty hid a smile, positive that her lips were betraying her.

"As I was saying, you need to be careful and calculate your target's emotions and thoughts. I shall now continue with my report," Abigail continued, a pink glow danced across her cheeks.

She told them how to act around their targets and how to be clueless of any Eagle Claw tactics at all times. This was important for Kitty and Ash, who were assigned with Red Insurgents who were more aware then their allies. She advised that they report any mysterious findings to either herself, Nova or Kiki, the three assigned as outer spies of the mission. Abigail then reminded them of their targets' personalities. They were also to take mind training classes so that Ace and other telepaths couldn't enter their thoughts.

"Shall we end it there?" she said, glancing around at their faces, some determined while others fearful.

"I say we call it a day. They have enough on their plates to cry over," Vulcan joked uncharacteristically, hoping to alleviate the sudden tension in the air.

He was unsuccessful. Chairs squeaked as bodies gathered to leave the room.

"Zack, I know where Jayson Salazar is at the moment," Abigail turned to her excited boyfriend, "He's currently at the Bastion Woods for the past two days. I doubt he's moved from there."

"I'm on it! See ya later suckers," Zack saluted at his jealous comrades before dashing out of the door.

"Awh, no fair! Do you have any clues on Precious' whereabouts?" Johnathan asked hopefully but Abigail denied with a shake of her head.

Johnathan lips curled into a childish pout. He stomped out of the room.

Kitty followed the rest and decided to wait for Ash outside. Johnathan stood beside and stuffed his fists into the pockets of his trousers. He flashed her another one of his charismatic grins.

"Are you excited?"

"Not really," Kitty admitted, "Trying to befriend a group of psychopaths doesn't really appeal to me but sure, we'll just see what happens."

"Hey, I know you're new and all but just remember," Johnathan scratched the back of his head, "Vulcan is our leader. With him, there is absolutely no chance of failing."

Kitty crossed her arms and tapped a finger on her chest. She also felt that way once at the age of fifteen. She believed Professor Xavier and were their protectors but four years later, she thought otherwise. The world was a cruel and dark place, despite the era, and storing all her faith in a mortal was foolish. However, having faith was better than nothing.

"I believe you're right," she replied with a smile.

Johnathan shrugged emphatically. "When did was I ever wrong?"

"Like, when would I know?" Kitty emulated his shrug and earned a tinkling chuckle from the teen.

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Ash swirled the sphere of Samir Aryaan in her palm. His gaze was apathetic. Soft brown strands fell across his forehand and pointed in all directions. His eyes were grey, reminding her of wintry skies back in Ireland. With pointed cheekbones and a straight nose above small, feminine lips, Ash was sure that even Michaelangelo would have desired Samir's face for his sculptures. She didn't understand how such innocent beauty was maintained when the heart that carried it was blacker than coal.

Abigail sat back in her chair. "Stupid Zack! He didn't ask anything about Jayson Salazar. I deliberately told Lynne Driscott to capture Mr. Salazar in hopes of Zack freeing him and winning his trust. That idiot is very impatient."

"Don't worry about him. He's quick to understand a situation," Vulcan reassured with wave of his large hand.

"I hope you're right," Abigail said with a sigh before turning her attention to Ash, "How are you feeling about this mission?"

Ash merely shrugged and stared at her toes. She clutched the spherical hologram of Samir Aryaan in her fist, suddenly wishing she was in bed.

"You have been given the most rotten apple of the group, Ashlen but I admire you for your bravery."

"Shockwave is a bright student. She's always in the top of her class," Vulcan added.

Ash glanced at him. He was beaming at her. His smile was contagious that she couldn't help but smile back. His presence was warm and welcoming but could she manage without him?

"Then I am certain she will surpass this mission," Abigail complimented.

The young woman reached across the table and held Ash's shivering hands. Ash glanced into her large eyes filled with kindness. For a second she saw a glimpse of Abigail's soul within the depths and she understood why Zack fell in love with her.

"You have our full support. Samir cannot harm you if stay out of his way. If you find that he is suspicious, then return to Yousef at all costs."

"Yousef?" Ash blinked.

"That's me," Vulcan affirmed shyly. Knowing his real name made him appear more like flesh than legend. "Abby is right. Don't proceed with the mission if Samir is suspicious. Also, try to stay away from Aquarius, otherwise known as Ryan Veronnes. Ryan and Samir are often seen working together. Ryan is intelligent, more so than Samir. He can smell a traitor from miles away."

"Ryan is the one behind Samir's escape from Duce Craen's base," Abigail continued, letting go of Ash's hands, "I believe he and Samir are somehow connected but I can't say how."

Ash hoped to feel better but a knot in her stomach was growing tighter and tighter. She wanted to push the feeling aside but to no avail. A little voice in her head told her to decline the offer but her rational side said otherwise. She sensed unwonted foreboding, a dreaded situation waiting in the shadows.

"So far, Kimbra is the only one I could think of that has the ability to track down Samir Aryaan," Abigail's soft voice broke her away from her thoughts.

"Kimbra has hunted him before. She is so adept with her abilities that she can even smell him. Sometimes, it is hard to believe that she isn't mutant. I will try to use her to locate Samir and when she does, I shall let you know."

"I think we can wrap it at that. Any questions, Shockwave?" Vulcan cocked his head to the side.

Many questions bounced through her mind. What if she failed? What if Samir killed her? What if he brainwashed her in joining the Red Insurgents? She recalled the day she was almost recruited by a mob of Red Insurgents. Had Vulcan not found her, she wouldn't have given the Eagle Claws a second glance. Despite her qualms, she only asked one question.

"In his history, Dr. Burke has said Samir is from an unstable area of Persia and that was all. Is there anything else you may know about him?"

"Uh…" A silence filled the air.

Abigail's eyebrows furrowed in apprehension while Vulcan swallowed audibly. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat before meeting Ash's gaze.

"There is nothing important we may know. However, I do believe that Nova is the best person to ask."

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Triangle Organisation meeting.

Duce stormed down the hallway, nostrils flared and fangs bared in anger. His trench coat swayed ferociously in his stride. Three of his assistants skittered after him, their laser guns held closely against their chests. Duce fingered his horn implants as he moved.

How had Samir and Pietro escaped without a trace of evidence? Any traces of their DNA were erased in his base. Worst of all, the mutants destroyed his camp completely, killing his men and setting fire to his weapons. Duce couldn't take this lightly the following day. Out of anger, he kicked his three assistants.

Worst of all, the President wished to see him straight away. Samir Aryaan could have escaped him now but he was insistent of hunting that boy, even if he had to travel to the end of the world to find him. He admired mutants who could escape him. Their determination to live only bolstered his abilities to hunt them down.

"Boss, you should slow down!" One of his assistants wheezed.

Duce came to a sudden halt, causing his team to collide into him and each other. Despite his frail body, Duce remained standing while his assistants were sprawled on the floor.

"That is the problem, Michael," the hunter snarled, "I have slowed down a lot and you know what happened when I did?"

He bent towards Michael who instantly shivered at their close proximity.

"You see, when I slowed down, Ms. Carter stole my catch and when I 'slowed down' on killing off that mutant boy, he escaped! Do you still think I should slow down?" Duce's voice raised in crescendo and Michael squirmed away, trembling in horror.

"Let's get going," Duce spat before resuming his quick gait to the President's headquarters.

Upon reaching the door, he inhaled deeply to ease the rapid beat of his heart. He ordered his assistants to wait outside. He gripped the door knob and entered the room.

A large glass wall allowed an entire view of the city at the back of the room. A large office desk occupied the back and blue, transparent computer screen resided on top. The sides of the large room were filled with vases of green plants. A long oval table was present at the right, with enough chairs for a dozen people.

Duce found a dark woman glancing out the large glass window. She was well endowed with a bust that threatened to rip through her blouse and large hips that popped out of her pencil skirt. She wore her dark hair in braids.

"You have called, President?"

Janet Connors faced him with haughty eyes. She was an African-American who was recently voted as the next President of the Triangle Organisation after the murder of their previous. Janet was a known feminist who hated men almost as much as she hated mutants. She never got along well with Duce. After her promotion, she did everything she could in her power to have him exempted from the organisation. However, Duce's popularity prevented him from losing his job.

"Take a seat," she gestured at the oval table with her.

He took a seat opposite her. She flinched at his choice of attire. Her eyes scanned the tattoos on his head. Duce was well aware that she hated his guts and his appearance. Janet avoided stereotypes and other unruly people. She wanted her employees to be professional in all aspects.

"I have lost nearly sixty men because of your carelessness," she proceeded.

"Always to the point," Duce smirked, "I like that."

"Enough of your foolishness," Janet glared at him, her full lips curved in a grimace, "You asked for a chance to prove yourself to me and so I gave you a base of your very own but look at what happened. This was all because of you."

Duce narrowed his dull grey eyes. He recognised the vehemence in her voice. "Despite my failure to protect the base, I still caught twelve mutants on the same day. The real people who failed were the men you assigned at my camp."

"How dare you," Janet spat.

Her fingers curled into her fists. She closed her eyes to before glancing back at the hunter with a renewed grin. Duce was uneasy. He knew that smile was a highlight of danger.

"It doesn't matter Duce, there will be a vote by the committee soon. If I get enough votes, you will be fired. At the moment, the others agree to demote you."

Duce flinched before leaning back into his chair casually. "Oh really? Just to let you know, President, I am a renowned hunter. My nickname is Jager, which means hunter in German. I am feared by many mutants due to my intellectual abilities. Who could you find that could replace me?"

Janet also leaned back in her chair, her smile growing wider, revealing her brilliant white teeth. "I'm glad you asked."

She clicked her fingers. The door opened and another figure entered. Duce's eyes widened. He pushed his chair back to stand up, hands curling to fists at his sides.

Kimbra Carter caught his gaze. She crossed her arms. Even in her blouse and trousers, her body appeared well toned and her muscles were visible beneath the creases of her garments. Her slanted grey eyes gave her an intimidating presence. Her dull brown locks were twisted into a pony tail, almost grey in the dim light. Her most prominent features were the dark brown scars on her throat. They were deep like trenches and pulled the skin inwards around them. Everyone knew her scars were the result of Red Insurgents. Kimbra's vocal chords were permanently damaged to the point that she even wheezed in a high pitched voice at every breath.

Her breathing twitched a nerve in Duce. He never liked her and he considered her tough competition when it came to capturing mutants.

"Ms. Carter, care to join us?" Janet called to the young woman.

Kimbra strutted to the table, appearing taller up close. She pulled a chair aside and sat down, her eyes calculating all of Duce's actions and emotions.

"Mr. Craen, you wouldn't mind taking your seat again? I know it is difficult when you are about to be told that this woman is taking your position but please show some manners to your new superior."

"She will never be my superior," Duce retorted, pointing a finger at Kimbra disdainfully, "Are you out of your mind, President? This woman has no conscience. She's a mere weapon of the Triangle Organisation. She's a dog who takes orders. She can't think by herself!"

"How rude," Kimbra muttered in a raspy voice, barely audible.

"Quite indeed but I am in charge here," Janet glared at Duce, her smile victorious on her lips, "I hereby declare you, Duce Craen, demoted and Kimbra Carter, you are now in the highest position of our tracking squad. Duce, you may still work, but only as Kimbra's assistant. You are dismissed."

Duce wished to protest but he knew it was pointless. He didn't trust Kimbra's temper either. She was a walking time bomb.

"You are making a grave mistake," he growled and dashed out the room without a second glance.

He heard Kimbra's scratchy laughter as he left.

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Bastion Woods.

Zack soared above the clouds. His dark locks whipped about him. He closed his eyes and smiled gently. He relished the feel of the wind against his face. He let out a sigh of content, taking in the fresh scent of impending rain. A flock of feathers left his wings in the wake of the wind.

Zack glanced at the world below him. It somehow appeared so small from above and he could easily grab it and mould it with his hands. Flying gave him freedom that the earth refused. Like other mutants, Zack lived in fear back on the earth but flying allowed him to release his inner turmoil. He swerved and circled in the air like an eagle. He flew through frigid clouds. At times, he wanted Abby to join him but the girl wasn't too fond of heights.

The grey of the city below bled into green. Zack focused on the ground. His eagle vision zoomed to survey the inhabitants. He searched for Jayson Salazar amidst the woods.

Thanks to his super human vision, he found the boy. Jayson's deep red hair was easy to spot but grey the scales around his body was what separated him from others like black dot on a white page. Zack halted in the air and crossed his arms against his torso.

"Now how am I supposed to approach him?" he mused.

He couldn't talk to him straight away. That would seem suspicious to any Red Insurgents. Ever since Belias was captured, he was sure that the Red Insurgents were wary of the Eagle Claws.

He didn't have to think for too long when he realised that Jayson was creating balls of fire in his hands and throwing them at another person. His vision zoomed in on the supposed intruder.

"Well I'll be…That's Lynne Driscott!"

The intruder was a girl in her late teens. Zack knew her because Abigail had mentioned her a few times in their times together. Abigail would frequently give holograms of Triangle Organisation members so that the Eagle Claws could identify him.

Lynne Driscott was a pallid girl with sharp jutted features. Her body was covered in tiny scars. She wore jeans with combat boots and a Kevlar vest over her blouse. Around her waist was a belt that held different guns. Her dark brown hair was unnaturally straight. She grabbed for the longest gun and held her gloved hands over it. She said something to Jayson but unfortunately, Zack didn't have special hearing.

He glided closer to the duo and landed softly on a tall tree a few feet away from them.

"How did you find me?" Jayson started, his hand trembled, the fire created flickered.

"That is none of your business, fool," Lynne hissed and pulled the trigger.

A large, hot beam shot at Jayson, the latter was too astonished to react. He tumbled across the grass; his red cargo pants were singed. He glanced at Lynned with his crimson eyes.

"I do not wish to fight against girls," he admitted, "Please leave at once."

"Atleast some of us still maintain a bit of chivalry," Zack whispered to himself.

Lynne didn't respond but shot another beam of laser at the mutant. Jayson was now sprawled against the floor. Blood covered half of his face and he panted greedily for oxygen.

"I have warned you," the mutant murmured.

His eyes shut in concentration. Large grey, dragon-like wings sprouted from his back. His black shirt tore apart from the effort. Jayson scrambled to his feet. Zack whistled lightly at the revelation. He expected Lynne to twitch but the girl's face was unreadable.

Jayson first attempted to fly away but Lynne kept firing laser shots at the mutant, preventing him from getting higher. In a rush of desperation, Jayson slammed himself against the girl, sending her toppling over.

There was the crunch of bone snapping and Lynne let out a shriek. Her right elbow pointed at an unusual angle and the knees of her jeans were torn from the impact.

"Bastard!" she growled.

"I'm so sorry!" Jayson's eyes were wide with worry.

He knelt beside her to inspect her injury but Lynned jabbed him harshly across the face. She pulled out a smaller laser gun and fired at Jayson. The mutant yelled in pain, his chest now bleeding. Lynne managed to stand back on her feet but the pain she was experiencing was evident in her angular features. She pointed the gun at Jayson once again.

Zack decided he had been a spectator long enough. He let out a dramatic war cry and jumped from his hideout. He slammed his wings into Lynne, taking the girl out by surprise.

"T-two of you beasts?" she stammered, pondering what to do.

She instantly got back to her feet and ran away.

"Clever girl," Zack smiled. His grin faded when he heard Jayson groan in pain behind him.

He knelt beside the boy. Jayson's injuries appeared serious. Half of his face was mottled in blood and a deep gash on his chest need quick assistance. Zack's heart beat frantically. His temples throbbed with panic. If Jayson dies now, he would fail his mission.

"Hang in there buddy, we'll find a healer for you somewhere," he reassured but he knew it was untrue. No hospital would treat injured mutants.

"You saved me," the boy coughed.

"Hey, we mutants need to look out for each other."

"Thank you. In case you do not know, I am a Red Insurgent. There is a healer near here. If you could assist me, I'll tell you the way."

Zack feigned surprise. "All this time…And I finally bumped into a Red Insurgent!"

He placed one of Jayson's arms around his shoulders and helped the boy to stand. Their wings brushed together.

"I know now's not the time but I've been searching to join the Red Insurgents for a year. I was wondering…"

"You needn't ask," Jasyon replied, "I have seen your powers. The Red Insurgents will be happy to have you."

Zack blinked and helped the boy towards the healer he mentioned. That was easier than he thought. It was no wonder the Red Insurgents were expanding in numbers here in America and everywhere else in the world. They recruited whoever that wished to join.

Seems to me that Ace is desperate, he thought.

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A/N: Hey people, sorry it took me some time to upload this. I was so busy over the past few weeks and I still am at the moment so do be patient with the slow updates. However, I will not abandon this fic! I love it too much to forget it. Please review!

Featured OCs:

Ashlen McCloud (Shockwave) by Ninja Kat Is Stalking You

Abigail Strong and Kimbra Carter by TheWritingGirl23

Johnathan Jones (Nerves) by sco23

Duce Craen by S Ruru

Zack Rogers (Angelus) by me

Jayson Salazar (Ryou) by Catherinejennings2015

Lynne Driscott by silverstarsofquebec