The kids set off into the town. "We all meet up later at the abandoned house no matter what, okay?" John smiled, the others nodding. "Bye guys!" John watched as they went their separate ways, going to find their parents.
John hummed happily under his breath as he skipped through town, excited to be on his way to see his dad. He felt the wind on his skin, deciding to fade into it, appearing in front of his house on the sidewalk. He could barely contain his happiness as he went up to the door and knocked. Dad opened the door," Hello?"
"Dad!" John hugged his dad, now close to his height.
"I'm sorry, but you must be confused. My son disappeared over seven years ago." Dad replied sadly.
John stepped back. "Dad, it's me, John. Don't you remember me?" John looked at his dad's face, hoping for any recognition.
"I'm sorry, but I think your mistaken. I was told John died years ago, the doctors said so." Dad shook his head," Come in, I'll help you find your parents. Maybe your so stressed you think your my son?"
John followed Dad in sadly," But I'm not dead, dad." John whispered, on the verge of tears. Dad lead him to the kitchen," Here we are," dad pulled a phone book from on top of the fridge. "Go through it. Who knows, maybe you'll remember your name." Dad smiled before heading out of the room. John sighed, looking up and noticing a little girl standing on a stool in front of the counter, mixing something.
"Hello." John waved from his spot against the wall.
The little girl put down the spoon, hopping down from the counter and walking over. "Are you a super hero?"
John smiled," Yup!"
"What's your power?" The girl asked. John let the wind pick up around him, then quickly die down. "Woah!" The girl looked around in shook," Oh, what's your name?"
"I'm John, John Egbert. What's your name?"
"Jane, Jane Crocker like my mommy, but dad's name is just like yours!" Jane said, thinking a moment.
"That's because he's your dad, but he's my dad too."
"So, your my brother?"
"Yeah!"
"How come dad didn't tell me about you?"
"He thought I was gone. It has been seven years."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm 15 as of yesterday."
"I'm five and a half."
"Wow, your so old."
"No, your old!" Jane giggled. At that moment Dad stepped in. "Dad, he made the wind go everywhere!" Jane spun to emphasize her point. Dad froze, looking over to John. "Show him John, show him!"
To dad's surprise, the wind picked up, Dad freezing in place. "You're really John!" Dad hugged him, on the verge of tears. The breaking of glass sounded, then everything went black.
Rose walked down the street, heading to where she knew the house was. As she approached the door, she spotted a little blonde girl waving bye to a boy with black hair, then walking up to the house. The girl noticed her near the door and ran over," Miss! Why do ya look like a wizyard? I mean wizard."
Rose gaze the girl a confused look. "Are you alright?" The girl nodded. "Alright, I look like a wizard because I am."
The girl's pink eyes went wide," For realz? I'm Roxy miss wizard!" Roxy held out a hand to Rose, smile wide.
Rose chuckled," Why hello Roxy, my name is Rose. I'm on my way to 1207 Lar street."
Roxy looked surprised," I live on onety-two seven Lar Strewt!"
"Oh, then can I come in?"
"Course! Your a wiz'rd!" Roxy took Rose's hand leading her into the house. "Mom, I'm home! And I found a wizard!" The woman on the counter was definitely Rose's mom, currently having on of her legendary hangovers.
"Really? That's great sweetheart, but please be quieter, mommy has a headache."
"Mom, it's me Rose. I'm back from the pits of hell."
"Roxy, why do you sound so mature?"
"Because I'm your daughter Rose, Roxy is being quiet."
"Who?"
Rose sighed. "I'll be back later, alright Roxy?"
"Okay miss wizard, I mean Rose. But, do you really have to go?"
"I'll be back with sweets, okay?"
"Yay!" Roxy cheered as Rose left, walking back to the house.
Dave stepped into the elevator, moments later he heard someone run up, getting in. Dave looked up, a slight smile on his face when he realized it was Bro... and a kid? "Hey." Dave smirked.
Bro looked over," You on your way to a club or something?"
Dave looked down at his clothes, mentally smacking himself on the head," No, I don't think anyone could handle all this. You seriously don't remember me, Bro?"
Bro thought a second," Are you the puppet model kid?"
"Bro, no. Smuppets are weird as fuck."
"I didn't say anything about smuppets. And only a few people call me Bro."
"I've always called you Bro."
"Only one way to know who you are." Bro pulled out a katana from who knows where. Dave kicked a panel of the elevator open, pulling out the katana he hid there as a kid. The two battled head on in the elevator, the little boy sitting in the corner with Cal. As the elevator reached the last floor, they held the swords to each other's throats, that is until Bro kicked Dave, knocking him over. "Your alive after all. Still forget to block?"
Dave got up," It was hard to practice on my own without a sword." Dave readjusted his shades.
"Knew you would escape. This is Dirk, he's your little brother." Bro patted Dirk on the head, Dirk looked over at Dave.
"Why do you look like a nerd?" Dirk asked.
"I know you wished you could be this cool, with ninja skills and some shit. I'm Dave." Dave watched Dirk mess with his Kamina shades. A crash sounded, along with heavy footsteps down the hall. The Striders looked down the hall, noticing a guy built like a bear pounding on their door along with some other guy.
"Take Dirk someplace else." Bro told Dave.
"Bro, I want to stay with you." Dave frowned.
"If you haven't noticed, these guys have machine guns." Bro noticed someone behind Dirk, slashing at the stranger when they held something over his face. Dave pulled Dirk away as Bro took the guy out. Footsteps sounded down the hall. "Get him out of here. I'll meet up with you guys at the diner, alright?"
Dave picked up Dirk, then paused time. He knocked the guns out of their hands as he went past, then hurried down the stairs. As soon as he made down the block, time ticked again and he headed back to the abandoned house.
Jade actually walked to her house, finding it enjoyable to walk through town and up the dirt road to her house. She noticed a little boy headed for the house. "Hello there!" She smiled at the boy, he turned around.
"Why hello, miss!" The boy quickly noticed the ears," Are those real?"
Jade flicked her ears up and down in demonstration," Yup!"
"Oh, where are my manners! I'm Jake, Jake English." He held out his hand.
"Jade, Jade Harley. So, what brings you out here Jake?"
"My grandmother died last year, so grandpa took me in."
"What a coincidence, I was off to see my grandpa. He's the only house up this road."
"Mine too. Maybe we're related?" The conversation continued on as they walked up the long dirt road. They stopped, noticing several cars around the house and the echo of gunshots.
"Grandpa!" They both yelled, running up to the house. As soon as Jake stepped into the house a hand clamped a rag over his face. Jade tackled the strange man, knocking him out and pulling Jake from his arms. Jade carried Jake, looking through the trashed house for their grandpa. As they approached, a gun fired and the old man's knees buckled. Several strange men stepped towards them.
"Sorry grandpa." Jade teleported off with Jake in her arms, off to somewhere safe.