DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN BAKUGAN! (This is my third attempt to write this fanfic? Will anyone read it after all these years? Who knows?)
Moonlight broke from the cloudy sky. The wormhole in the middle of the main street gave off gusts of wind on an otherwise peaceful night. The next gust of wind carried through a large salamander-like Bakugan, on it's back a humanoid figure. The web. It flew out in an instant as the arachnid with the torso of a woman on top of it stood tall, the web acted as a rope in her arms, pulling the captives in.
"Ability activate..." a panting whisper declared as a purple glow emitted from the shoulder of the monster, "Paralysing... venom..."
The viscous purple liquid trickled down from the hands of the monster and onto the captives. Like flies in a net, the struggle soon ended.
The web disintegrated, leaving the Bakugan and brawler unconscious on the asphalt. Her hand reached to her shoulder where a brawler stood, he wasn't holding his balance all that well, he leaned onto her neck for support. "You need your rest," the raspy female voice proposed; the moonlight reflected off the sharp fangs in her mouth, yet her hands cradled him when he climbed into her palm, collapsing to his knees.
The boy chuckled, attempting to wobble onto the ground, "Not before we remove the collars on these poor souls..." he struggled to walk to the boy he just took down as his partner reached for the Bakugan.
Both reached to the necks of the defeated. A collar, deactivated by defeat in battle. The crude black clasp around the necks of the defeated released their hold as the light faded behind them.
"NO!" The raspy scream echoed through the empty street as the eight legs moved in unison, rushing to the closing wormhole.
Shut.
That was their way back.
We don't have any with us... She turned back to her partner.
"Aaaagh..." he was struggling to gasp for air.
"Hold on!" Her hand acted as a cushion as he fell, his mask falling off his face, the blond hair sprawling around him.
"You... are... right... Arachnee..."
"Quiet, you need medical help! What were you thinking when you headed into battle? Without supplies?" She stroked the boy's head with her finger, her sharp nail brushing back the long locks just as the green glow reduced the salamander to a ball.
Sirens.
The lights of helicopters and cars racing to the scene eliminated the street; her eight legs slowly bent down, placing her into the closest thing to a sitting position. Arachnee fixed her partner's mask before raising her free hand into the air, gesturing her surrender to the humans. "Please!" she begged as the Bakugan backing up the forces showed themselves, "He needs help! He is sick! Please help!"
She knew this face, sure, he looked much older now and is not in possession of her best friend but yes, this was the guy. After all this time, thinking he was a split personality of thoughts here he was, without the mask... It lay on the table, right by his side, crack and all, absolutely identical. The one in question was in an oxygen mask, with two IV tubes and multiple scanners monitoring everything from heartbeat to brain waves.
Julie turned her phone on again before switching it off once more. How do you break the news that the split personality of a friend of yours is actually a separate person?
"Thank you," the raspy voice came from the bedside table, "He is not well..."
Julie bit her lip as she watched the Bakugan dote on him. If she was not the reporter on the scene this might have gone differently. Marucho had him placed in this hospital the second she called. Runo and Mira are heading here right now. If this is how they reacted, what will happen to the whole brawler community once this gets out? Whatever this is...
She opened her mouth to speak. "Call her..." Arachnee interrupted, "Please... Makaar may deny his own wishes, but that does not mean they shall be kept in the dark any longer..." Arachnee's sigh prolonged as she turned to the card on the table.
Julie knew only of one other like it. The Bakugan card Alice had that let her avoid the need to collect frequent travel miles.
"After all, she is his twin..."