Ghost dived through the layers of Tech's subconscious, past his deepest memories, past mountainous libraries stuffed with knowledge and through certain doors that should never be opened... The huge solid oak double doors opened with a reluctant creak, chains appearing out of thin air to wrap round the protesting wood. Gritting his teeth, Ghost pushed harder, straining against the force of Tech's kidnapped mind until, with an audible crash, they shattered like glass, or crystal. Gasping, he slipped through before Tech's defences could recover, plummeting down a bottomless pit, all alone in the darkness...
--
He touched down in a basic Acmetropolis street, vaguely recognisable as one from the real world, but not so distinctive as to be easily identifiable.
"Amazing..." With a powerful beat of his wings, he shot up past the skyscrapers and looked down in awe. Buried deeply within Tech's head was a perfectly recreated map of the city washing over the land, down to the smallest detail. Touching down on a street lamp, he cautiously lifted his head and sniffed the air, hoping to find some way of finding the lost inventor, some small trace of his scent through which to track him down. Instead, he dimly heard a roaring, a pounding in the streets slowly getting louder at the same time as a rhythmic thumping vibrated through the tarmac street.
He leapt off the lamp, claws already sliding out in anticipation of battle when he became dizzy and was forced to grip the lamp in order to remain steady. This wasn't the normal world, and he had to remember that. Outside, he was exerting energy to merge the two minds together. Energy that was threatening to overload his spent brain. If he stayed here too long... Well, essentially, he would be brain dead, or trapped within Tech's mind forever. Neither sounded very attractive. With a complicated wiggle of his fingers, he created a sort of mental cut-off switch that would sweep him back to his own mind should he become too close to the limits of his power. Overcoming the dizziness created through the spell, he readied himself for whatever was heading his way, fingers flexing, as if gripping his sword already.
Peeking over the horizon, a forest of placards rose, swaying to and fro as if in a breeze. Dimly, he could see a vibrant green blob in front of them, occasionally stumbling as the owners of the signs threw anything they could get their hands on; Rocks, cans, even several frozen chickens for some reason that doubtlessly made sense to Tech. Stretching his wings once more, Wolf took off, ready for the worst that Tech's highly inventive mind could throw at him.
--
Tech was stumbling as he ran, dodging several more stones and pieces of rubbish as he dived into a nearby alley way, leaning on the wall to catch his breath. The rest was short lived however, as several more citizens came round the opposite corner, makeshift weapons waving in the air. They were everywhere, around every corner, in every building. All with one goal in mind.
To destroy Tech.
He knew this day would come. It was only a matter of time.
"Murderer!" A flying tomato splashed over his face in a deep, vivid red, brighter than any piece of fruit could be realistically. A small part of Tech's mind knew this, but only the fear dominated his thoughts, whimpering like a god caught in a trap... Which he basically was.
"Bastard!"
"Monster!"
"Predator!"
And that was it. The red juice of the fruit became thicker, sharper on the nose and definitely not something you'd find in a plant. The blood dribbled down his face, forcing its way into his mouth and down his throat, stinging all the way. The taste was both unbelievable sweet... And horribly sour. The ancient, primitive hunter side of him sat up and demanded more, arguing with his civilised side, fighting for control.
"He's over here!" A voice. A terribly recognisable voice...
"Thought you could escape? Murderer?" Tech rose his head, dripping blood over the pavement, hoping against hope that the voice wasn't...
Rev's eyes were no longer that of the innocent Runner he had fallen for, the aura of peace and acceptance stripped away in his disgust as he kicked the stammering Coyote with far more force than Rev's small frame could provide, knocking him into a skip, sharp metal tearing past his fur and through his skin. He raised his hand and clutched in his fist lay a brutal blade. One that early twelth-centuary humans used to skin their captured hunts with. In fact, one of his early ancestors was hung up in the Acmetropolis museum, a remnant of the violent nature Humans had supposedly left behind. 'A cruel irony' Tech thought to himself as Rev advanced, ready to plunge deep into the Coyote's chest, ready to tear into his heart and rip it to shreds... Both physically and spiritually.
However, a flash of light shone above the descending knife and it stopped, skidding on the blade which appeared in front of Tech with a metallic shriek, spitting sparks onto their faces. Following the shining metal upwards, past the gloved hand and up to the smirking face, Tech leaned back in disgust. Was he about to deliver the final blow? Even though he himself was a hunter just like him? He then pulled the blade back and rested it on his shoulder, one eyebrow raised in either respect or despair, he couldn't tell which.
"You know, I didn't expect this? Out of all the things you could've feared..." Ghost suddenly lunged and twisted with his sword and Rev's blade skidded out of his grasp, turning to smoke as it vanished into the shadows.
"It was how people see you?" Ghost leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, deep in thought. Eventually he gave the canine a condescending look, and in his eyes he could see reflections of monstrous shapes thankfully shrouded in shadow, could hear the faint sounds of bloody battle in the wind and a wave of desperate sorrow, deep enough to make him gasp.
"Either, you're incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid. Trust me; there are worse things out there." Sheathing his blade once more, he gestured towards the crowd. As one they stepped back, a few raising their makeshift weapons half-heartedly, not really sure about what was happening.
"Just how many have you saved at one point or another? And do you honestly believe that Rev, or any of the others, hate you for what you are?" Grabbing Tech's shoulders and pulling him upright, Ghost stumbled, clutching his head in pain. It was the cut-off, warning him his time was almost up. Tech tried to help him up, but was waved off as the psychic gritted his teeth and used Tech to pull himself up to face him eye to eye, desperation shining through them.
"I'm alright... But you've got to listen to me. What's the last thing you remember?" Tech opened his mouth to reply, but fumbled. His last memory, before this chase, this hunt began... Was of being strapped down to Mallory's machine. Seeing realisation dawn in his eyes, Ghost pressed on, hoping to save both of them from a fate worse than death.
"Mallory has trapped you in your own nightmare... I'm too weak to help... Only... Only you can wake up..."
And then, right in front of his eyes, Ghost faded and disappeared from sight...
--
Ghost gasped as his legs gave way from beneath him and collapsed, quivering on the floor.
"I... Can't... Be having... With this..." The pain in his head was pulsing, throbbing against his skull. Too much energy had been pushed through his grey matter, back in the fight, then in freeing himself from Mastermind's infernal machine and now trying to free the Coyote from the same. And he still had five to go. Lying down on the ground, he felt the chill of the floor ease the pain slightly, taking deep, ragged breaths. The only thing he could do now was wait, and recharge. Closing his eyes, he muttered to the motionless Tech,
"You'd better be strong enough to get out... 'Cos you're on your own now..."
--
Tech waved his hand cautiously where Ghost had been standing mere moments before and began to rub his muzzle thoughtfully.
"Hmm... Interesting. Using the mental interface display system to firstly hack into the subjects mind and then forcing said subject to live their deepest fears. Possibly using some sort of feedback loop involving a cassegrain bio-link..." He raised his hand as a knife headed towards him at head height.
"Which means..."
The blade stopped in mid-air and slowly turned to dust, blowing away in the wind.
"That my head, my rules..." He turned to face the crowd and, with a smile, snapped his fingers. Instantly, the whole crowd froze in place, birds hung motionless in the sky, cars stopped in their tracks and the only movement came from the image of Rev before him. The false Rev grinned, gave a thumbs up and waved a feathered hand, causing the scene to fade away and soon, it was just the two of them in the darkness, the pair somehow illuminated by some inner light.
"Very good Tech. Very good indeed." He leaned nonchalantly against an unseen surface, arms crossed and with a smirk that was very Un-Rev like. In fact, he almost saw a version of himself beneath the feathers, his dedication, his trademark knowing grin, his very posture...
"You're... My fear correct?" The Rev clone held up a hand horizontally, wiggling it from side to side, hissing though his beak somehow. His eyes turned from the pale red that was Rev's normal colouring into a bright blue.
"Sort of. I'm your courage too. Both sides of the coin you might say." Tech started to walk around his personified emotion, the surface that he seemed to lean upon giving him no trouble, existing only for his mental companion. The false image of his love was perfect down to the smallest detail, even down to the slight sheen in certain feathers, the exact height of the tail and even his usual aura of contained energy.
"But why Rev? It's my mind after all." Fear/Courage smiled and nudged an elbow into Tech's side, winking, before resuming his leisurely rest.
"Your fear is concentrated around Rev. Hence, I took the form of Rev. It used to be the crowd, but times change after all." The emotion leaned back further and began to float upon an invisible chair, arms crossed behind the head, before continuing.
"As you got to know the speedster, you began to love... And to fear." Seeing the Coyote's confused look, it smiled and took his hand, knotting the fingers together in tight embrace.
"You fear... His fear. You fear he fears you... Very, you know, Zen. I'm impressed." It jerked a thumb over its shoulder and a small bright hole of light tore open in the darkness. Standing up, it gently gripped Tech's shoulders and guided him to it.
"Come down and talk some time. It's a lot better than listening to Pride/Humility or Anger/Love all day long." Fear/Courage gave him a gentle push into the light and watched as he seemed to be stretched and compressed at the same time, before winking out of existence. Sighing, he turned back round, seeing his other Emotion counterparts, their eyes shining with their own emotional colour.
"Well. That was interesting... Now, who wants to go to Fantasies? I hear he has a particularly good one since Rev kissed him..." As he rejoined the others, rubbing his hands together, one of them piped up.
"Speaking of, I hear Memories is quite good this year..."
--
Tech awoke with a gasp, sitting upright and wrenching the accursed item off his head, ready to smash it onto the ground. However, his inner scientist stopped him and he looked at the helmet in curiosity, turning it this way and that, examining the soft interior and electrodes.
"Ha, I was right. A Cassegrain Bio-Link..." Tossing the item aside, he swing his feet over the bed... And right on top of Ghost, knocking the wind out of him, with both feet. The stricken psychic began to swear, holding both arms over his chest.
"Nan-de Than Gaun!" Ghost rolled over onto his stricken stomach, barking profanities in a mish-mash of languages, growling all the while.
"Er... Sorry 'bout that..." Ghost rolled one blood-shot eyeball upwards, saw Tech's guilty face, grumbled a bit under his breath and pushed himself up, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes. The light doze helped his head a little, the chill easing the fiery pain within. It was now down to simple volcano level. Perhaps now he was rested enough to pluck another one out of their own fear.
"Forget about it... Now, who next?" Tech stepped up to the computer console, only to be pulled away by Ghost, shaking his head softly.
"Booby-trapped. She wasn't lying, I'd have felt it." Tech looked down at the keyboard, his gaze travelling over the bodies of his team-mates, eyes caught on Rev's prone form. His pupils suddenly turned vicious, the beast he kept hidden so well for so long rearing its face and with an almighty crash, he brought both fists onto the metal terminal, sending sparks of green energy over the room. He stayed like that, frozen in place until a light sobbing echoed throughout the warehouse, Ghost placing a reassuring hand on Tech's shoulders. He turned round, tears welling up and threatening to overflow over his light green fur, as he mumbled softly to himself and Ghost had to fight the urge to hold and reassure him. It was a canine thing. A dog without a pack was... Unthinkable.
"I promise you Tech, We'll get Rev back... But first I need your help..."
After having the situation explained to him, Tech got to work fairly fast, already repairing the broken jet-packs and preparing weaponry from the crude machines Mastermind left behind for the on-coming assault on the Behemoth. Sighing, Ghost rubbed his temples, hoping that a massage might make it easier before resting his fingertips over Rev's forehead. Taking a deep breath, matching his own breathing and heartbeat with the Avian's, he plunged in, heading back into the nightmare realm where pure fear ruled...
--
The journey was a lot easier this time, possibly due to the Runner's own semi-dormant psychic power easing the way somewhat. He dropped past whole floors devoted to memories, passages filled with hopes and dreams and sparking cables of his intellect, ideas forming and dissipating as they travelled round Rev's inner... Warehouse...
All too soon, Ghost found himself floating down towards a collection of deep pits burrowed into the ground, all manner of horrific noised emanating from them. He could feel tendrils of terror attempt to wrap around him, but they were shrugged off easily. They weren't his fears. Slowly, he came to a halt above the deepest, newest one, Rev's pleas and sobs a pitiful sound in the silent building. Taking a deep breath, Ghost steadied himself... And plummeted down.
--
Rev huddled on the floor, flinching as another object was hurled his way, grunting when it collided with the side of his face and knocked him into the dust. Struggling back onto his knees, he wiped the blood away from his face and looked back up to his attackers.
"Ma... Pa... Guys..." The giant figure of a Ma Runner loomed over her son, arms crossed. Face twisted into a vision of pure hatred, she bent down and picked up another rock, tossing it up and down in her hand to guess the weight, before hurling it with deadly accuracy.
"Don't you Ma me, you freak!" The rock hit home, cracking Rev's delicate beak and forcing him to the ground, rolling in pain. Behind him, his father stood up, again larger than life, and reached into his pocket.
"I can't believe I raised someone into... That." His utter contempt was scathing as he pulled out one of the weapons his Acme-Tech laboratories created and levelled it at his son's head, pulling the trigger. Instantly, a crackle of energy poured out of the electrodes at the tip, earthing itself through Rev's body, causing him to scream in agony. The rest of the Loonatics stood overhead with Rip, all with their arms crossed, and all with hatred in their eyes.
I can't believe I trusted this guy...
Fucking pervert saw me naked...
We should drive him out of town...
Fuck that, just slit his throat...
The words spun round him as he sobbed into the ground, his tears creating a puddle of mud beneath his head. Then, a familiar shadow surrounded him and he rose his eyes into Tech's. Reaching out a hand, he gripped the leg of his uniform weakly, gasping for breath and coughing up blood.
"Tech... Help... Please..." With a growl of anger, he pulled his leg back, spitting down on him before delivering a bone crushing kick to the ribs. Bending down, he gripped the Runner's throat and lifted, holding him in mid-air as he began to choke.
"Help? Why, in under God, would I want to help a fucking sicko like you? Fucking Poof..." Throwing him back onto the ground, he raised his foot, ready to stomp down...
--
Ghost reached out and grabbed Rev's broken body, pulling him out the road just in time. Looking up to the huge figures, he ran a hand over the worst of the bird's wounds, trying to reverse some of the damage to his by now fragile psyche.
"Rev... Rev, are you okay? Can you hear me?" The false images of Rev's friends and family crowed round, ready to deliver the final blow, casting their wavering shadows over the pair...
The canine lifted the bird onto his back, dodging the avalanche of feet ready to crush the pair of them into the bedrock. Ghost snarled as several small, needle-like stone shards struck his body, causing him to drop Rev's still form once or twice. Finally, they were both boxed in, and Ghost's time was almost up. Making one desperate plea, he whispered into Rev's ear, transmitting a certain image with the last of his mental energy...
"Rev, Tech is worried about you..." A grainy image sprung up before Rev's unseeing eyes, showing-
Tech's pupils suddenly turned vicious, the beast he kept hidden so well for so long rearing its face due to his fear for Rev's safety and with an almighty crash, he brought both fists onto the metal terminal, sending sparks of green energy over the room. He stayed like that, frozen in place until a light sobbing echoed throughout the warehouse, someone placing a reassuring hand on the Coyote's shoulders. He turned round, tears welling up and threatening to overflow, mumbling softly about how he should have saved him...
Ghost's words repeated themselves softly against Rev's ears as he faded from view, powers drained, leaving Rev alone in this pit. Half-heard words spun around his mind, growing louder and clearer until thousands of voice spoke out in unison.
"He's worried about you..."The avion's eyes slammed open in a blaze of red and he stopped the first descending foot with his finger, pushing upwards and knocking the false Tech off balance. Standing up, the blood disappeared and his body healed, leaving a healthy Runner in its place, gaze sweeping over the collected images. Waving his hand, the images wavered and faded with a soft drawn out scream...
Leaving a single small figure gasping in the dust.
As Rev approached, he looked up, tears spilling down his green muzzle, his body bruised and battered. His eyes were a cool, icy blue...
"Thank you... Thank you..." Helping him to his feet, Rev pulled the form of his love into a deep hug, gripping onto his fur as tight as he could.
"I don't care what others think... Just stay with me..." As Rev's own version of Fear/Courage smiled, the entire scene lit up with a white light, blinding everyone...
--
Ghost was thrown back as Rev sat up sharply, the machine on his head exploding, sending pieces scattered over the room and a wave of energy sweeping aside everything as he panted on the floor, eyes wide. Finally, they focused on the green Coyote and he literally jumped into his arms, determined not to let go.
"God Tech, I thought you... You..." Tech hushed him, still sobbing as his body shook from the fear that he would never hold Rev again...
"Yeah, I'm fine over here... Just been telekinetically thrown across a room..." Staggering to his feet, he caught the pair of them embracing and shook his head, smiling a little before collapsing onto a chair that wasn't damaged by Rev's odd reaction to the awakening. The pain in his head flared up again, this time feeling like it was ready to burst. Letting out a short gasp of pain, he fell out of the chair and the last thing he saw was a red and green blur as the darkness began closing in on him...
--
"Easy there... You can't keep pushing yourself so much..." Ghost struggled to shake off the traces of fatigue, blackness obscuring everything, and even the words were somehow muffled. He lifted his hands and tried to tear away at the veil of darkness, only for a pair of arms to hold him down. Without thinking, he began to struggle, claws extended and tearing through fur and flesh.
"Calm down Ghost! Its okay, its okay... It's okay... It's okay..." Blinding light stabbed into his eyes and the light pressure over his face was removed. Holding up his hand and squinting, he could just make out the coloured blurs of Tech and Rev, the latter holding a damp cloth in hand. Grinning weakly, he waved it and helped Ghost to sit up. Tech was covering up his forearms with another cloth, a bright red stain seeping through. Flattening his ears in apology, he gently pushed aside Rev, determined not to sway.
"I... I thought it would do some good... You were burning up!" He mumbled a thanks and clutched his forehead with the soaked rag. The cool cloth did help things a little... It definitely brought the pain down and at that moment, it was a godsend. Which god, he wasn't sure of, but at the moment he would even fall to his knees and worship the Dark Queen...
"How... How long?" Tech damped the cloth again, pressing it against his head and forcing him back down to the floor.
"About twenty minutes." He said, matter-of-factly. Ghost spluttered and struggled to stand up, fighting off Tech along the way.
"Twenty minutes? Mastermind could have destroyed half the city by now!" Rev placed a towel of his back and helped him into a chair, jerking his head towards the computer screen. Somehow Tech had managed to get it to receive TV and a live broadcast of Mastermind negotiating for rule of Acmetropolis was on all channels. Along the top of the screen, the headline Loonatics No More? travelled from right to left in blaring letters. Suppressing a groan, he rolled his eyes and leaned back, pinching his muzzle. They had some time then, probably an hour before she got impatient and began to smash things.
"Two down..." He looked down to the twitching forms of the remaining Loonatics and sighed.
"And four to go..." Shrugging off the towel, he knelt down next to Ace and placed his hands over his temples, breathing deeply.
"Wish me luck guys..." And before they could splutter an objection, he closed his eyes and burrowed his way into Ace's hidden mind.
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Ace's subconscious was not what he had expected. He thought it would be strict. Authoritarian. Sterile. Boring. Instead, it was a maze of walls with a door in each, every door with a different pattern or colour scheme. Reaching for the first one, he poked his head through, watched a minute in shocked silence before pulling back with a deep red blur beneath his fur.
"Yeah, he has some imagination doesn't he?" He turned round, slamming the door behind him and drawing his sword, settling down into a ready stance. Stepping through one of the walls was an Ace-like figure, green eyes shining. Lowering his blade a little, he pointed down the road, hoping that it was the right way.
"Erm. This way?" The figure shook its head slightly, a small smile creeping over his lips. He raised his hand, fist clenched, before extending a single digit up to the ceiling. Following his pointing finger, Ghost stepped back in amazement. Ace's head was full of twists and turns, stairs heading up and down, some passing through each other, some upside down, one or two coiled round each other like a DNA helix. Slumping down, blade chipping the floor, he sighed and spread his wings.
"I wouldn't do that... If I were you..." The emotion looked downcast, pacing around him awkwardly, as if afraid. Ghost simply looked up, spread his wings further and flew...
The emotion of Happiness/Despair shook his head and walked back into the wall.
"I tried to warn him..."
--
Black, smoke filled skies.
Desolate, ruined buildings.
Skeletal bodies hung from their wrists.
Blood covering the streets.
The ruins of Acmetropolis.
Ghost choked a little when he landed, covering his muzzle with his paw. It would be hopeless to try and sniff Ace out due to all the smoke and blood hanging in the air, and a thick haze covered everything, making it next to impossible to see. He quickly landed, not wanting to make a fool of himself by crashing head first into a shrouded building, and decided to track Ace from all fours, the lack of smoke aiding matters somewhat. As he ran through the deserted streets like a beast possessed, he shivered in recollection. Ace had one hell of a Fear... What it was, he wasn't too sure yet, but it was powerful. And somehow, he knew it wasn't exaggerated. At least, too much. And it was also, horribly, familiar.
Eventually, the smoke began to fade away and a bright light up ahead called to him. Pushing past burnt out cars and collapsed buildings, he came across Ace... But not as he knew him.
He was tied up to the remains of something... Mechanical? Organic? Technorganic? Some strange merging of the two at least. His wrists were tied with something faintly resembling tendrils, or maybe wires, holding up his arms like a perverted crucifix, while the rest of his body was covered in a pulsating sac of muscle. Some sort of clamp was in place over his eyes and forehead, wriggling as he dangled there, head hung. From what little he could see of Ace's body, his normal vibrant yellow fur was now a dank grey, mottled and ragged, his eyes, which were barely visible through the opaque membrane, lost the sparkle that made him such a great leader and his aura... Was that of utter defeat. He never stirred as Ghost approached, sword in hand. Instead he just sat their as the... Thing kept hold of him. Ghost couldn't tell whether it was only some sort of restraint, or something alive, feeding off him. In over 7000 years, he had never seen anything like it. Muttering a quick prayer of thanks for that small favour, he shifted closer.
"Ace?" He crept closer to the underside of the device, knuckles whitening under his fur as he doubled his grip on his sword, ready to strike should the object try to claim him as it did Ace. Hesitating, he reached out and shook Ace's body, whispering in the night lit with a thousand fires. No response. Sighing, lowered his sword and sat next to him, thinking.
"You're not here... Go away... Leave me to grieve in peace..." Ace mumbled, whether to himself or to Ghost he couldn't say. He sounded broken. Defeated. As if he had seen things no mortal was meant to see, and looking around, Ghost had to agree. He just sat there, making no effort to move or to escape, which unnerved Ghost all the more. He seemed content to his fate...
"Dead. All dead. You're dead. Lexi's dead. Tech's dead. All Dead. Except me..." Ghost stabbed his blade into the ground and lengthened his claws, running them over the seemingly alive material.
"Hold on Ace, I'm gonna cut you outta here..." He pierced the fleshy restraints, releasing a torrent of foul black blood that washed over his feet, staining the ground. The smell was that of death, decay and corruption and competed with the heavy smoke in his nostrils. Snapping the restraints, he pulled a stained Ace free from the creature, laying him on the ground.
"Ace... Ace, can you hear me?" He wrenched the restrictor from his head, shaking him as hard as he dared. Eventually, one bleary eye rolled over and latched on to him.
"Ghost... The Ghost... Dead Ghost..." Ghost lifted him up, easily as he would a feather and carried him away from the... Thing. Already it was starting to wilt, as if it could not survive without Ace to feed it...
"Ace, I'm not dead... None of us are dead." Ace didn't seem to hear, already back in his own version of Hell within Hell, muttering incoherently to himself.
"I failed them. Dead. All dead. My fault. Dead... I'm Alive. Only me. My fault. All my Fault..."
Ghost leaned back, wincing. He had seen this kind of thing before. Experienced it once or twice himself. Failure in their line of work... Meant death of not just hundreds, but thousands... Guilt was the destroyer here more than actual fear. Rubbing the back of his head, he groaned to himself and wiped his blood stained paw on his jeans, before settling down next to the defeated Lagomorph. They lay their in silence for a while, until Ghost cracked his neck and lay down on the ground, eyes closed.
"Look. I have two options here." He shifted his tail into a more comfortable position and continued, as if it was no different than talking about the time of day. He was even smiling.
"One, you accept this. There will always be a chance of failure. You have to accept that, and simply do the damned best you can." He placed his sword by his side and crossed his arms beneath his head, making a makeshift pillow, apparently settling in for a long wait.
"Or two, you continue to mope here, leaving Lexi and the rest to continue without you... Or me. 'Cause I've got a lot riding on this you know. I have a reputation to maintain. So If I can't get you out, I might as well stay here. Better than the ridicule I'll get on the outside..." He opened one eye, watching the team-leader with mild interest. He hadn't moved a muscle, although his eyes did look as though they were able to focus on things actually in front of him this time.
"Take your time... I'm in no rush..."
STAR STAR STAR STAR
Well? Will Ghost be able to free both himself and Ace before his time has elapsed? Will Tech and Rev be able to stop Mallory's Goliath without the rest of the team? And what are the other Loonatic's greatest fears?
I promise, all will be revealed in the next chapter of Guardian Unleashed!
