Jonas told the rest of the group about the situation when they met at the park. Specifically, Jordan, Donny, and Melvin were all there.

"So Roman has the arrow, and he was gonna stab Jordan?" Donny asked, "That seems pretty stupid. Why not use a normal knife?"

"Not sure," Jonas said, "It's possible that he didn't know that Jordan had a stand, and was trying to give him one."

"More importantly," Melvin interjected, "Why would he be carrying the arrow?"

Jordan stopped the conversation, "Hey, hey guys. What is the arrow?" The three of them looked at Jordan.

"How did you get a stand?" Melvin asked.

"I always had it," Jordan answered. He looked at the other two confused.

"Let me explain," Jonas said, "You and I, Jordan, we both have stands from birth. But most people get their stands from artifacts that take the form of arrows. If they kill you, you don't get a stand, but if you survive getting shot by them, you get a stand."

"I was hit by the arrow when I was taking out the trash," Melvin said, remembering how the arrow split open the whole trash bag and dug into his spine.

"It got me while skating," Donny said, remembering how it hit him in the leg and made him fall down a rocky hill.

"Who shot the arrow at you?" Jordan asked.

"In Riverford, the arrow just flies around and randomly hits people," Melvin explained, "It's either random, or chooses people."

"I've never actually encountered a real stand arrow," Jonas said, "I've only seen...artificial ones, I guess. But from what I know, I'm not sure if the arrows have the capacity to choose on their own."

Jordan spoke up, "And if the arrow does choose on its own, how did Roman obtain it at all?"

"Oof-" A soccer ball hit Donny in the chest. A few kids ran over.

"Hey, kick it back!" One of them yelled. Donny dropped it, and kicked it back over.

"What free spirits," Donny said, "They don't even have nets set up. They're just kicking a ball for the hell of it."

Jordan saw the kids kicking the ball, and laughed a little. Jonas put a hand on his shoulder. "Jordan," he said, "It might be dangerous for you now. We can either wait, or go after Roman before he goes after us."

"I can tell Goth about this," Melvin said, "She'll know what to do."

Jonas nodded, "I'll go do more research on the stand arrow. For now, none of you leave each other's sights. We don't know if Roman or someone else is going to attack again. Can I trust all of you?"

"Yes, sir!" They all said. Donny saluted.

"Good," He high-fived each of them before leaving.

"Well, he basically gave us a reason to hang out more," Donny said, "What do you guys want to do?"

"The arts center has a gallery going on," Jordan said, "We could do that." He pointed to the arts center, which was at the edge of the park and still in sight.

"Lame," Donny scoffed, "We're teenagers, why would we look at art? We should be looking at...I don't know, boobs or something."

"Real mature, Donny," Melvin jeered.

"I'm just being honest," Donny said, "Maturity is honest."

"Out of all of us, you're probably the most immature person here," Melvin said.

"Hey," Jordan held a hand in front of Melvin, "You know, I actually think that, despite how he may seem, Donny is pretty mature. I have an English class with him. He made a very good speech on the environment."

Donny smiled, "Thank you, Jordan," He looked at Melvin, "See, if Jojo says it, it must be true."

Another rogue kick sent the soccer ball flying at Donny. Jordan reached out his hand to stop it. One of the kids yelled, "Hey, watch out!" Donny didn't seem to notice, but luckily, he didn't need to.

"YATA!" CHAMPION lept out and socked the soccer ball away, sending it flying across the horizon. The kids yelled insults at Donny as they ran after it.

"Uhh…" Donny looked at Jordan, "Appreciated, but I don't think you needed to do that, Jojo."

Jordan raised an eyebrow, "I didn't do that."

Donny pointed to Champion still hovering next to him, "Then why is it still here?"

"Donny, I have no idea what's happening right now," Jordan said, "Why would I even protect you from a soccer ball?"

Melvin squinted at the stand, "He's out of your range, too."

"What?"

"Champion can only get about 4 feet away from you, right?" Melvin asked, pointing to the ground, "Donny's standing a bit over four feet away."

Jordan looked at the situation, very confused. "Melvin, punch me in the shoulder. Don't ask wh-"

"Ok." Melvin socked him in the shoulder, and Jordan yelped in pain. But Champion made no movements. His own stand, not defending him from an attack. Then, Jordan went to swing at Donny. The fist flew forward.

"YATA!"

Jordan was knocked down. Not only did his own stand not defend him, but it attacked him. "What the hell is happening?" Jordan asked.

"Cool," Donny laughed, "I guess I have two stands now."

"Well, this journey's been fun, Jordan," Melvin shrugged, "I guess your days of fighting with stands is over."

Jordan looked hopelessly at Donny, "You think so?"

"Hey, hey!" Melvin put his hand on Jordan's shoulder, "We're just kidding, don't get so down! Something you did gave Donny your stand, and there's of course a way to get it back."

"Yeah!" Donny said, "It's probably just an ability you haven't used until now! Besides, look!" He took a pocketknife out of his pants and quickly swiped the edge across his finger, wincing as he did so. Just like it would with Jordan, Champion moved its finger over, and a small streak of lighting began closing the small wound.

"Wow," Jordan said, "If I actually figure out how to undo and redo this, then it might be useful."

"See? Silver lining!" Melvin cheered.

Stand user: Jordan Johannes

Stand: Champion

Power: C

Speed: A

Durability: C

Precision: A

Range: D

Potential: B

Ability: Honestly, who knows at this point?

"Cole! Make sure you get my good side!"

Cole was an artist. And a good one at that. Pencil was his specialty, but he could do anything. He could write long, complicated and deep poems, he could paint beautiful and colorful mosaics, he was the best he knew at using charcoal, and he could sculpt almost anything with clay. He was a junior at Riverford High, and planned to become a comic book artist, or animator in his future. It didn't matter to him, as he knew that his talents were above almost anyone else, and he would be the next Da Vinci or Picasso, but he would settle for nothing less than Bob Ross.

His current girlfriend was a member of a rich family in Riverford, one of the original pioneers. Her name was Sasha, and she loved his artistic abilities. He took out his sketchbook, and began turning it to a new page. He set a sharpened HB pencil on the paper.

"Cole!" Sasha yelled at him, "Take my picture!" She was sitting against a rock wall, overlooking all of Riverford. It was a beautiful view.

Cole looked at the view through round glasses, "Yes. Picture." He put the sketchbook away, already having completed a sketch of her and the landscape in just those few seconds. He lifted his camera up from his chest, and took the picture. Perfect, as always.

"Let me see!" She cheered. Once she saw the photo, she continued on. Then, Cole got a call. Sasha turned to him, "Who is it?"

Cole looked at her, "Excuse me, babe. This'll take a moment." He turned, and opened up his phone. "Roman Stratus," He said, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Roman panted on the other end, "Listen, Cole, I'm in some deep shit."

"You're always in deep shit," Cole spat, "You're a delinquent."

You piece of shit! Roman thought, I'm under the payroll of the mayor! I'm doing this for your safety! "Listen, Cole, I messed up on something I needed to do, and now a….an enemy of mine knows that I'm going after him."

"You want me to go after another stand user?" Cole scoffed, flipping his long black hair out of his face, "Why would I do that for you?"

"Listen, once my sister finds out that I went after this guy, I'm done for. She can read memories. I'm staying at the houses of a few friends of mine."

"You're afraid of your sister?"

"Hey, it's not-!" Roman stopped himself, "Listen, Cole, this guy is an outsider. A stand user from who knows where."

"Hm," Cole thought for a moment, "I see. Stand users from outside of Riverford isn't something I want in my town. But why are you afraid of your target knowing you're going after him?"

"He has a lot of stand users that side with him," Roman said, "I can't fight multiple stand users at once."

"Ok," Cole smiled, "So you want me to deal with them."

"Yes," Roman answered, "Your stand deals with groups, right?"

"Yes," Cole said, "My stand is just as effective, whether there are two users, three users, four users, or five."

"Thank you," Roman sighed. He was relieved he found someone to do his job for him, "The target's name is Jordan Johannes. I don't know much about his stand, but I think he might have fought a considerable number of other users."

"Luckily, so have I," Cole closed the phone abruptly. He then walked away from his girlfriend, who was still waiting for him.

Stand user: Melvin Morranis

Stand: SHINY TOYS

Power: A

Speed: C

Durability: B

Precision: C

Range: B

Potential: D

Ability: Copies the design of any toy Melvin has, and assumes its role and characteristics of what the toy represents.

"Champion, return!" Nothing happened. It was still hovering around Donny.

"I'm gonna be honest, Jojo," Donny said, lying on his back in the grass, "I think we should just kinda drop this for now."

"You have my stand!" Jordan exclaimed.

"I know, I know," Donny sighed, "But like...we have no idea how to reverse this."

"This is the weirdest shit I've ever seen," Melvin said, "And that is saying quite a bit, seeing how I live in a town where about a tenth of the population has a ghost power."

Jordan dropped to a sit and began to mope, "This sucks, man. It's not that I want to fight anyone, but just having a stand up and leave is just...It's been a part of my life for too long."

"Hmm…" Donny rested his chin in his hand, "I don't know. We tried every phrase I could think of to get it to return. I thought of commanding it to return to you, and even that didn't work."

"Well, this is interesting," Melvin stood up from the grass, "But I need to piss."

"Thanks for telling us," Donny groaned.

Melvin scanned the environment, "Is there even a bathroom around here?"

"Just go in a tree," Donny said.

"This is a public park."

"So? It's a free country."

Melvin grumbled, but could not see a public bathroom on the horizon at all. He reluctantly hustled over to a tree, went behind it, and began doing his business. Jordan, however, still moped on the ground.

Donny felt very bad about this. Maybe it wasn't an ability Jordan had, but actually Donny's. Granted, that made no sense considering the abilities he had, but with the nature of stands, it is certainly possible. But still, he had no idea what to say to Jordan to cheer him up.

Eventually Jordan said, "I don't blame you, Donny."

"Thanks," Donny said, "But we really have no idea if it is my fault or not."

A new voice came from just a few feet away, "What an interesting predicament."

The two of them spun to see a tall, slender teenager with smooth skin, long black hair, and brown eyes behind thin circular glasses. He was resting against the tree, his chin placed gently on his wrist. In his other arm was a large sketchbook of nearly a hundred pages. He also donned a long coat, which they saw blowing faintly in the wind.

"God, I hate these kinds of people," Donny said, looking at the pretty boy. At that moment, they were pretty different. Donny hadn't shaved in a bit, so he had some noticeable stubble, he was wearing ripped jeans with a sleeveless shirt under a leather jacket, and his hair was certainly not styled under his backwards hat. He whispered to Jordan, "I think this guy is a poser, Jojo."

Jordan then looked at the tree he was leaning against. "Hey," He said, "Wasn't Melvin pissing there?" He paused for a moment before getting up and yelling, "Where's Melvin?!"

"Melvin? The short fat boy?" He looked around, pivoting his head from left to right, "Oh, here he is!" He looked down, and lifted up his sketchbook to show Melvin's face, looking over his shoulder with a confused look. Or at least, a drawing of him doing so.

Jordan gasped in surprise, but steeled himself. He yelled at the invader, "You bastard! What are you doing here?!"

He flipped his hair back and stood up. "My name is Cole Charrington," He began, "I've been sent here because I'm looking for you, Jordan Johannes," Sparks of a yellow aura began to form around him, "Because I, like many other stand users in Riverford, don't like outside stand users coming into our town," He pointed at Jordan.

"Then let me friend go! He's lived in Riverford all his life!"

Cole scoffed, "He may have, but the fact he's helping you mean he's my enemy," He lifted up the sketchbook to show Melvin once again, "Here's what I'm going to do with you, Jordan Johannes: I'm going to trap you in one of my pages, then your dirty friend here, and I'm going to throw all three of you into a fire, where you will die."

Jordan clenched his teeth. Shit, he thought, this guy has really thought out what he's gonna do with me. I would usually be confident right now, but I currently don't have a stand!

Cole began taking his steps forward, the yellow aura exploding around him. Jordan took several steps back. Donny saw that Jordan was clearly at a disadvantage, and instinctively tried to step in front of Jordan. But as he did so, Jordan firmly grabbed Donny's shoulder and tried to push him aside. Donny was in disbelief.

Jojo, you idiot! He thought, you don't have a stand! What are you doing?

Meanwhile, Jordan thought, thanks for trying to help, Donny, but I'm not letting you tank this for me. Besides, I can't fight without my stand, and we don't know what his ability really is. He said he'll kill us by burning us as pages, so that means Melvin didn't instantly die when he got into the page. To figure out the extent of his stand, I'll sacrifice myself! And with a burst of strength, Donny was pushed aside as Jordan ran forward towards Cole.

"Take on me!" Manifesting next to him was a wooden-looking stand. It was thickly armored, as its limbs seemed to have the vague shape of muscles carved into it. While most of the body was detailed in some way, the head looked like nothing more than a wooden egg. It opened with a hard strike across Jordan's chest, with Jordan having no way of defending himself. A few more strikes saw Jordan spitting blood and rolling on the grass.

"What's wrong, 'Jojo?'" He laughed, "I feel so lucky you're this much of an idiot to attack me while you can't even control your own stand." Take on me grabbed Jordan by the neck, "Now suffer for your idiocy!" Jordan was pulled toward Cole, and as he was brought closer to the page, his body dissolving into black dust. He looked at himself in disbelief as, without any pain, he was turned to dust. In a matter of seconds, that very expression was stuck on the page of Cole's sketchbook.

And all Donny could do was watch. Both of his allies were gone, Jonas was out of here, and this enemy was right in front of him. He felt rage stir inside of him.

"You sick fuck!" He screamed, "I bet you feel cool, having taken care of two people with no means to defend themselves!" He stood up and faced Cole, "CHAMPION!" Donny summoned Jordan's stand, and sent it forward. It clashed with Cole's stand, and it appeared that its armor was tough to break, though Champion was definitely faster than it.

Behind the clash, however, Cole was scribbling away on his sketchbook watching the battle. Eventually, Take on me retreated back and grabbed the sketchbook, throwing the page forward as Champion launched a powerful punch. The powerful punch was stopped by a new enemy. An exact copy of Champion, fully three-dimensional, but black and white, with rough shading and thick lines.

"This is the true ability of Take on me," Cole explained, "It can not only make real things into drawings, also vice versa."

"YATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA-"

"YATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA-"

The two stands seemed to be exactly the same by every metric, and neither the real thing nor the copy could gain the upper hand. Take on me moved around the two, and directly attacked Donny with several hits to the chest. He fell backwards out of Cole's range, but knew that something had to change.

Curse my stand for being useless on grass! He thought to himself. He saw that he was pretty much outmatched. Two stands were coming after him, but he had no idea what to do about it. As the enemy approached, Champion reappeared to defend Donny.

Sorry dude, Donny thought to Jordan's stand, but I think we're gonna have to go into a tactical retreat.

Donny looked at Champion's hand. The red glove was encased in a layer of blue static, bursting with stand power. Donny wondered if it was some sort of super-powered punch, as he had never seen it before. As Cole approached, the stand turned to punch, but not at the enemy. It was headed for Donny!

The fist hit Donny on the shoulder, where he saw that the E form of his stand, Skate or Die, had also come out in response to the impending attack on Donny. It was useless, of course, but the specks of blue power began to seep into it. The stand began to grow, surge in power, and leave Donny's body.

Skate or Die had become rank C, developing what seemed to be toned muscles on leather skin and thin, yet noticeable spikes. All of its stats were now rank C, meaning that he immediately began to use it against Cole.

"YATATATATATATATATATATATATA-"

"RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-"

The mock Champion and the very real Take on Me were pushed back, due mostly to Cole's stand lacking a lot of combat ability against an above decent stand. He saw Cole begin to hastily draw in his sketchbook, so he pressed his advantage. He ran forward, though his body was feeling haggard. Turns out, having two pretty good stands out at the same time is tiring.

Skate or Die sped past Take on Me and attempted to smack the sketchbook away from Cole. As it attempted, the mock Champion appeared in front of it, blocking the attack.

"Just a second!" Cole yelled with a maniacal smile, "Just a second allowed me to turn this battle in my favor!"

Yet another stand entered the battle. This time, a sketch version of Skate or Die rank C. As the copies battled it out in a stalemate, Take on me rushed forward and attacked Donny again, striking him multiple times and causing him to spit blood onto his shirt. He was sent back to the floor, both his stands recalled.

"What a confusing battle," Cole sighed, "I have three stands, two of which are copies, and you only have two." He shook his head, "I sure do hope that people watching can keep up with what's going on." He looked at the camera.

Donny had an idea. It was an idea he wasn't sure of, but he thought it might work. "If I can just hit you in your smug ass face," He said, "Just once, really fucking hard," Champion appeared with another fistfull of sparkling stand power, "Then I can beat you."

Before Cole could say something snarky, Champion punched Skate or Die with the energy field once again. The stand morphed again into something larger. It became distinctly muscular, it had thick metallic armor, and the spikes on its body were huge and hooked. Champion's power was reduced, but Donny had done it.

"This is Skate or Die, rank A," Donny explained, "For a brief few seconds, all of it stats are at the very peak of what stands can be. Right now, it is the mot powerful stand on the planet." Cole recalled all of his stands to be close to him. Donny said, "You can try to defend, but you have no chance." There was only a split second before the onslaught.

"RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RRRRRAAD!"

The two sketch stands were torn apart, and much of Take on me was crushed under the sheer weight of the stand. Cole found himself flying through the air, gushing blood from several deep wounds. He hadn't even fully processed what happened. He landed hard against the concrete just outside of the arts center. Luckly, not near any of the large glass windows where people would see him and freak out.

"Good…" Cole gasped, "No one saw me…" He let the sketchbook fall beside him, and put his hand across a blank page, "That's good...that's good…" His body began to break apart into graphite dust and attach itself to the page. When he fully integrated himself into the sketchbook, Take on me remained outside to carry it.

Donny just barely saw all of this go down. He tried running to Cole, but he was extremely tired. Champion barely had any stand power left, and Skate or Die was now rank E after using all of its energy. He thought about staying back, maybe not engaging.

Then he saw Take on me make it into the art's center.

Damn it, Donny thought, there's a whole gallery in there! Who knows what he'll be able to do with dozens of paintings!