A/N: Ha! I'm baaack!

Convention

Bam! Slam! Bang! Crack! The electric firing of the guns did not deter Syd Mankey. The barking of the German shepherds did not frighten her. She had a mission to do: destroy Dementor at no cost. Syd brushed back some bangs that had slipped from their position under the purple and orange tie-dye bandana she wore when she was on a mission. The jet-black gloves were plasma-resistant, allowing her to manifest the glowing fire that covered her hands at her whim.
She scaled the wall, climbed a fence. Boom. She was in. Crash. She dove through a closed window and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow upon reaching the file cabinets. "Here we go, Mankey, you did it." She muttered. "Now what the heck am I supposed to be looking for?" Flaxons boomed as she held her breath, certain she'd be dead in ten minutes flat.
A dark shadow emerged from the darkness, laughing triunphantly. "Sydney. You haven't given up."
"Of course I won't," I spat. "Now, hand over whatever you stole."
"Of course I won't." Dementor mocked.
"Grow up, loser."
"I think not. I intend to kill you, Sydney, and I intend to succeed."
"Shyeah right. When you succeed, I'll be the Queen of England." Syd ducked and swerved, until she found a tunnel she could dig through. She dug through the tunnel and was back in her hometown... "Odd. I'm in Minnesota? Huh? I couldn't have...."
It had to be a trap. It was. Suddenly, a clawed hand swiped at Syd's neck, knocking her down. "Hello, Sydney, surprised to see a clone in your hometown?"
"N-no..." The pain was searing. "No..."
Then, a pink-sparked hand deactivated the clone. "Syd!" the blonde girl exclaimed upon seeing me.
"Hey Sam, how ya doin'?"
"Can't complain!"
"I wish I could say the same for myself!" Syd muttered as she held the back of her neck. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Nothing much, just hanging out," Sam Du exclaimed sarcastically. "Duh, girl, I'm helping you out."
"Okay, let's run Plan A through and finish off with a headbutt." She ordered, remembering her Global Justice days.
"What are you, a football coach?"
"No." Syd responded. "Drama teacher."
"You're a drama teacher?"
"Shyeah." I said, before rubbing my hands together.
"Let's roll," Sam muttered.
Swipe. Clang. Crash. The battle felt like it lasted for years, but in reality, only a few seconds had passed. "Clones. Evil, but not too smart," Syd proclaimed proudly.
"Kinda like you, Syd," Sam joked.
"Shut up, Sam."
"Let's just destroy the rest of the clones," Sam said shortly, and deactivated the clones.
"That was easy." I muttered. "Too easy. The clones must have something--..."
"Syd! Look out!"
Syd barely had time to evade as a remote went off, caging the heroine.

"Kim, no..." Scott muttered in his sleep. He was dreaming about that fateful day when he lost his girlfriend...forever. They were in the lair, everything was normal. It was just another mission for them, or so they thought. They had tried to recover the Pan-Demensional Vortex Inducer, and they failed for the first time. Dementor had the laser aimed at Kim, and he fired. Kim was dead. "Kim!" Scott screamed as he ran over to her. "Kim...KP? Please don't joke like this..."
"Scott...I'm so sorry." Syd whispered.
"She's alive, Syd," Scott said. "Come on, Kim..." He checked her pulse, and gasped.
"Guys, we've gotta get out of here NOW!" Sam yelled as a computer voice rang. "The lair's going to explode," Sam continued.
They escaped through a window. As they rounded the corner, they stole off toward Middleton. Where was it, exactly? There were so many trees, it was so confusing. "Which way, which way?"
"This way, guys." Kristy explained.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm a technogenius, of course I'm sure."
"You'd bet your life on it?"
"I would."
"Okay. Let's go."
"Syd, I think we should help Scott, he's looking pretty bad..." Des said telepathically.
"Yeah," Syd replied mentally.
The ragtag group of teen heros and heroines, now without their leader and most-trusted friend, set off toward Scott's house.

Scott jerked away from his nightmare and stumbled over to the lightswitch, switching it on. He walked over to the mirror, and examined himself. 'Get a grip, Forest, she's gone and she'll never come back...' And with those words, he crawled back into bed, the memory of those events burned into his brain.