Smallville
The Evil Legend
| Book One: Fallen Immortal |
Chapter Eleven – The X-Files
The dark corridor felt cold, as Lionel made his way down to the basement level of one of his plants in Metropolis. His men were still busy working on the project at hand, and he was glad they kept high hopes in it as well. Normally he at least had five or more men that wanted out before a project got done. The walls where made of the same alloy from the meteor rocks, mixed with lead. He made it plainly clear he didn't want this a toy room. Red lights lined the walls at the top of the corridor, as he walked down deeper. Hearing his breath bounce off the walls, he held it; as a scientist came forward, holding a piece of paper in his hand; "Mr. Luthor. It's pleases me that you've come to see our works at hand." He paused, waiting to see any indentation he cared to announce, when he received none he continued; "The room is almost finished, but the second room is still at its beginning touches." He explained.
"I just have one question sir?" He asked. Mr. Luthor looked down at the tall man about 6'0".
"And what is that?" Lionel asked, he hated it when he had a scientist started asking questions; "I was wondering, along with some other former workers, why you wanted this built." The man asked him. His brown hair was cut short, and Lionel could smell that the man hadn't washed himself for at least two days. He was trying so hard to keep this to himself, but the information would leak out. Knowing his son was still alive. Lex would find anyone to bring him information inside the plant; "For our protection." Lionel lied, but smirked at the man; "Now; Mr. Conners. Tell me what you have made so far." He paused; "Anything that would interested me for that matter." Lionel asked him. Mr. Conner was a well known scientist at the University of New York, and had done many things that businessmen liked. Lionel included, and hoped that his standers proved him right. As he followed the scientist, he saw the double doors to the room already open, with other scientists inside working; "We took that sample of blood of the boy, and used it in this room." Mr. Conner said to him. Lionel smiled; "Show me." He asked; "I have another important meeting back down at the caves back in Smallville this afternoon." Lionel told him. Mr. Conners walked to the center of the room. The white walls shinned brightly, as the lights bounced off them. Lionel looked around the large room and found that this was where they'd put the boy once they had him. In the center of the room there was a small round dome which was placed inside the floor upside down. Looking down into the hole, Lionel watched the scientist move to the door at the corner of the room. He smiled noticing it blended in with the wall. He was really pleased so far on how the room looked. Mr. Conners waved his hand to have him approach the small control room. Following slowly, as he stepped over some small tools and items there were still being installed, he made his way. The room was stuffy, and hot. No windows were to be seen, and the lights were a dark red. Lionel hated stuffy rooms; they made his headache, as the light cascaded through the tiny room. A counsel sat in front of him. It reminded him of a radio station, getting ready to open. Most of the controls were moved by hand; so someone had to be inside the room at all times.
"We've made that dome in the center of the room to make a sphere, so he wouldn't be able to move a lot." Mr. Conner told him.
"What does this sphere do?" Lionel asked him.
"We are not done with the mechanisms yet, but most of the program works." Mr. Conner told him as he moved one of the buttons upward. A medium size ball circled the room. The other workers in the room jumped back from the center and watched as Mr. Conners showed Lionel how everything worked; "This will only hold him for a few hours though. So my team had sent aside another object that might fit your fantasy a bit more." Conners headed to the side of the room and opened a file cabinet near the wall. The round neck brace was thick. Properly as thick as his hand, Lionel turned it over seeing small needles that stuck out of the inside of the neck brace. Red, yellow, and blue lights lit the side of it as he tired to figure out how to work it; "How do we control it?" Lionel asked him. Conners smiled; "That's the greatest thing about this little object." He paused seeing that Lionel was totally bewildered about this machine; "It controls its self. My team had gone through so many read outs on this kid; you'd have a nightmare by the end of the night." He started to explain; "If you think he's as smart as you know he is. Then this little friend of yours will do the rest." Mr. Conners told him; "You mean it will counter react to what he does, if he tries to escape?" Lionel asked.
"Bingo." Conners told him, "What he won't know won't kill him right." Conners said to Lionel; "This little P-12 (meaning: Protype-1), has his weakness right inside of it. If he tries to do anything, even with out his powers, this thing will fire back at him in full force." He told him, as he sat down in one of the leather seats that where next to the control board. Lionel looked over the machine and smirked. He was going to enjoy this little machine more than worrying about his son still on the loose. Mr. Conners got up after stretching, and made his way back over to the filing cabinet; noticing that Lionel was still over looking the machine. He pulled out another one; that looked more like a choker than a neck brace; "What's that?" Lionel asked him. The neck brace felt like leather between his hands, when he handed it to him. A small round octagon shape sat in the center of the neck brace. The marble coloring was a pale color, as it blended into together.
"This one is P-22. This is the final touch, but I thought we could try out all our toys before we hurt him any." Mr. Conners told him.
"Good work." Lionel assured him that his work was well endowed; "I'll let you know when we move in. Right now keep it quiet. I don't want any of this to leak out." Lionel told him. Conners nodded his head as he watched the millionaire leave the building.
~*~
Charles rolled into the Planetarium and waited for Dr. Swann to meet him in the main entrance. There meeting was going to start nine o'clock, but he hadn't showed yet. Charles could tell Bobby wasn't enjoying himself; "I know what you're thinking." Charles told him. Bobby groaned, and rolled his eyes; "You think." Bobby snapped at him. Charles smiled with a laugh. The planetarium wasn't as crowed this time, as it was the last time Charles was here for the meeting with Kal'El. He just prayed that the good doctor would shed some more light on the subject.
"So what do you think he's going to tell you?" Bobby asked; Charles knew Bobby was still upset from that morning, and didn't blame him. Seeing someone kissing Rogue, and not getting hurt wasn't what Charles had hoped for more. He was glad Rogue could actually touch someone, but that meant one thing, and one thing only; 'He wasn't a human.' Taking a deep breath he turned his wheel chair in front of Bobby; "I know that your upset, but you should at least be happy for Rogue." Charles said to him. Bobby looked down at the bald man, thinking he was crazy. He couldn't take this. The man was actually telling him to let Rogue go. Was he out of his mind, he should see deep down in the tiniest part of his brain that he loved Rogue more than anything; "I am not giving up on her!" Bobby yelled. A few families stopped startled at how loud the young boy was being near the entrance of the building. Bobby leaned against the wall, as they waited. Charles could hear how frustrated he was with Kal'El, but Charles knew he pulled through sooner or later. They now waited silently for about another five minutes as they heard the elevator open. Dr. Swann came out in his new wheel chair, and smiled; "Hello Charles." Dr. Swann said to him.
"Hello Virgil; "This is Bobby Drake otherwise known as Iceman." Charles introduced. Swann smiled and wheeled over to where Bobby was; "I hear you can freeze things." Virgil said to him. Bobby smirked angrily, and rolled his eyes; "Lots of things." Bobby answered dryly, as he looked at his wheels and blew a white mist out of him mouth, watching the wheels freeze; "I see." Virgil said as he tried to move his wheel chair; "Well I guess we could go over to the cafeteria and eat lunch, while talking, or we could melt my wheels and we can have a private talk in my meeting room upstairs, so we don't prevent any unlooking eyes upon us." Virgil told them. Bobby smiled and looked at Charles; "I'll get you another wheel chair." Bobby offered, seeing he had frozen the wheels thick. Bobby stalked off to find a wheelchair while Charles and Virgil waited in the main entrance.
Charles rolled over to Swann, "You know; I could have lifted you into the other wheel chair, but as you said. We don't want unwanted attention." Charles told him. Bobby rolled the older wheel chair over to them, and called one of the workers behind the counter to help them place Swann into the chair. One of the young men behind the counter came around and helped out. Once he was in the wheel chair they headed to the elevator. The ride was quiet as the elevator music played softly over the intercom. Swann notice that Bobby attention was elsewhere as they got to the main office; "I know you're worried about Kal'El, but I'm sure he can take of himself." Swann stated as they started the conversation. Charles wheeled in front of the desk; "Is there anything at all you can tell me about him." Charles asked, seeing if the doctor would say more. Swann notice that Charles had already figured out some piece of the puzzle, but he really didn't want to tell him, and kept it locked away in his mind; hoping that he was truthful by his word on not prying too far into his head.
"All I know is that he's really close to Rogue now!" Bobby snapped loudly. Swann jumped in his seat; "What do you mean?" He asked.
"Rogue can touch him." Charles pointed out. Swann shifted uncomfortably knowing they had found out that much; "We were thinking that maybe he was a cloning experiment done by William Stryker." Charles asked. Swann shook his head; "Of course not. William Stryker had nothing to do with Kal'El's abilities." He told them.
"Then why does he have more powers than a normal mutant." Bobby asked now in the conversation. Swann groaned, he really didn't want to explain, or lose Clark's trust.
"He's special." Swann announced loudly; "That's all I'm saying." Swann ended the meeting very harshly. Charles could sensed that he was trying to be truthful to his word on Clark's behave. Looking at the time, Swann new Chloe would be hear shortly; "Would any of you care to join me downstairs in the lunch room for something to eat." He paused feeling Charles search deeper inside his head; "Charles." He said warningly. Charles moved his head to the side and smiled; "You know I'm only searching for the truth about your friend." Charles started to say; "I know your trying to protect him, but we can protect him even more if we know what he was." Charles stated. Swann moaned; "Look; I know your worried about; but if you can't even take care of someone with out prying into their personal affairs with out permission. Then I'd call you Magneto." Swann snapped. Bobby was angry now as he stepped forward; "Don't even think about making Charles sound like Magneto. He at least knows on when to stop prying, unlike that mutant." Bobby said furiously.
~*~
Swann stopped as he heard the door move, and looked over to the back of the room to see a blond head pop in; "Sorry, is this a bad time?" Chloe asked him. Swann smiled. Finally someone that was only here to tell him, why Clark left; and hopefully not about his personal life, Bobby looked over his shoulder and saw the young girl about his age step into the room awaiting, further word on Dr. Swann; "No, your welcome to come in, Miss Sullivan." Swann waved his hand to allow her further inside. She stopped half way in her tracks seeing Bobby.
"Eric?" She asked. Bobby shook his head thinking; 'Not this again." Charles smiled at Chloe; "Hello." He said as she came inside. Chloe stopped, seeing the bald man that reminded her of Lex. He seemed kind, and gentle; "Hello Miss Sullivan." Swann said as she sat down in front of him. Swann saw Charles wait to see if he'd allow him to stay with him; "This is Bobby Drake. Miss Sullivan." Charles paused; "He goes to my school." He told her. Chloe still looked at Bobby remembering Eric; "I'm sorry, but you look so much like him." She stated.
"Thanks." Bobby said to her, he kind of liked Chloe. Her short blond hair shinned even in the dimmest of light. The brown eyes shown through the dark, "Your welcome;" Chloe told him. Swann sat there watching Charles say goodbye and leave with Bobby. Chloe still couldn't believe that Bobby looked so much like Eric Summers.
"Dr. Swann, I was wondering if you could tell me if you have heard from Clark in the last month or so?" Chloe asked. Swann smiled and took a drink of his water that sat on the desk near him.
"Actually yes; he emailed me this month." Swann paused; "He said he was having trouble at home. We were planning on having his parents come up over the summer to meet me, but that hasn't happened." Swann told her. Chloe slowly got out her pad and pen. She was going to write this down, and see what else she could get from the doctor.
"How good is your friendship with Clark?" Swann asked Chloe. The room fell silent as Swann waited. Chloe was afraid to ask this question, but knew she'd have to sooner or later; "Dr. Swann. Clark and I were close at one time. We were best friends, but now after a blow out we had just before the end of summer. We haven't had any time since he ran off from home to patch it up." Chloe told him. Swann could tell she was here for other reasons other than just Clark; "Why are you really hear Chloe?" Swann asked her. There was a knock at the door; "Come in." Swann said. Chloe turned around to see two men walk inside with a wheel chair; "What's wrong with that one?" Chloe asked him.
"We had a little problem downstairs with mine early. So Bobby had to get me another one." Swann told her. The two men helped Swann back into his own wheel chair and moved it back behind the desk; "Thank you." He said to them, as they left the room. Swann smiled back over at Chloe; "Dr. Swann. I've been told that you've been waiting to find aliens, or messages in space. My question is; have your found one?" Chloe asked getting back to the meeting at hand.
Swann paused for awhile, and took another drink of his water; "I've found many different space waves, patterns and sound barriers if that's what you mean." Swann told him.
"And yes, I've found out what the messages mean." Swann told her. Chloe's head shot up from her note pad; "What kind of messages have you unlocked Dr. Swann?" She asked. Swann knew this was going to be a long meeting, and he'd have to stay clear away from the message from Clark's real parents. He could already tell she was sent here, by someone back home in Metropolis who also had the means for money, but didn't have the space equipment or hardware in space, "Is this for school Miss Sullivan. Cause you're a long way from home." Swann pointed out. Chloe leaned back in her seat. She knew he wasn't going to tell her what messages he found, and she knew she'd be back later to look around. Lionel would be pleased with this information. She just had to make sure that he didn't have anyone following her, "It's for The Daily Planet." She lied, but that was work. How else was she going to find out anything on Clark, if this man kept it locked up? She knew he was hiding something about Clark. After the message he had sent him during school, and all the urgent messages left on her computer, she knew there was something there. Why she never did anything about it before, was something she now regretted; "I'm just wishing you'd be able to shed some more light on the subject. A lot of people I've met said you're looking for life on other planets." Chloe paused trying to find the right words; "I've found life on this planet." Swann told her. She could tell she was upsetting him.
"I wish I could have helped you more Miss Sullivan; but I've got other matters to attend to." He paused watching her write down the last bit of notes; "I hope you enjoy your stay in New York." Swann added. Chloe smiled; "Thank you Dr. Swann and thank you for your time. Maybe we can have lunch or dinner the next time." Chloe offered. Swann smirked; "That would be nice." He told her. He watched her grab her things and leave the office. He lifted his laptop, after he knew she was gone, and uploaded a message; 'This is our son, Kal'El of Krypton, our last hope. Please keep him safe from evil.' Swann watched Chloe's shadow move down the hall to the elevator and hoped she wouldn't come back to find out any more than she did.
~*~
The Metropolis Airport was crowed with people. Families moved around others trying to find their items they had, others argued and fought over who got in line first. The hot afternoon left Helen drinking almost two bottles of water, while she waited for news. It had been over 24 hours since her last meeting with Lionel, and now her only hope would be Lex. She knew it would be pulling hell out of the water, but she didn't care. All she knew was that he'd care for her. He still knew she was alive, and he probably thought she was either dead or working with his father. He'd be right on one of them. Pulling her hair up she made her way over to the counter to ask the flight attendant that was on the phone if there was any messages from any passengers left on the LuthorCorp private jet. The man behind the counter; thought the lady was crazy. He hung up the phone after finishing a conversation she knew wasn't a good one, and waited for the man to answer; "Haven't you heard the news lady?" He asked. Helen looked confused, until he realized that she hadn't heard anything yet; "What news?" She asked him.
"Lex Luthor is dead." The man said behind the counter. Helen held her breath, she had just told Lionel he was dead, but his people had told him they hadn't found his body. That only left one thing, and that meant he was hiding something behind her back; "I just got done talking with Mr. Luthor and he said his son was alive. We don't know how, but he's dead. I was in that plan with him!" She snapped at him. The man looked at her, and realized this was his wife. The woman he had just married, "Well you missed the latest report in 'The Gotham Times' has a picture, and read outs on the flight. It says he's dead. They found his body and took it to one of the morgues back in Gotham city. Helen thought she had gone through a tornado. This was crazy, and down right fictitious, and now she was going to find out why. Looking at the picture of Lex's face, she knew there was something there she wasn't seeing. If Lex was alive he would have been at this airport, but knew he was trying to trick everyone on the planet thinking he was dead. Well it wasn't going to fool her. Taking the newspaper with her, she left the airport and headed back to her new car she had recieved for a wedding gift from Lex. Seeing a fire truck in the parking lot she watched an old lady that had a stroke in the airport from the heat, had to be taken to the hospital right away. She just prayed he was actually dead, because if he was truly alive she knew she was in for it. Hearing her car screaming down the parking lot she sped off to her small house she had bought shortly before the wedding. She was going to be ready for Lex, and wasn't about to let him rule her life if it meant meeting him face to face.
~*~
Bruce smiled looking at the finishing touches of the 'The Gotham Times' he was happy to see that people were believing it. The only one that hadn't called him was Lionel Luthor, but he really didn't care for that matter. Lex had been staying with him for the past few days since they found him. Alfred had made sure the young man was kept at home, and already had lunch out on the table. It was about eleven thirty, and Bruce knew that Lex was taking this all the way. He hadn't really complained about his father since they got back. Though he noticed that his friend was worried about something, and he still couldn't understand what it was. As he sat down at the long table in the dinner room fit for a ball room outing, Bruce ate away at his meal. About two seats away from him, Lex sat eating his in silence. It really annoyed Bruce to be sitting in total silence and normally had Alfred eat lunch with him, if no one else was on his busy work schedule.
"What's bothering you?" Bruce asked him. Lex slowly moved his head from his bowl of soup.
"I'm still worried about Clark. I heard from you that he had skipped town, and that his parents haven't done anything to find him." Lex told him truthfully. Bruce could tell that he was worried about a friend back home; "Why is this kid so important to you?" Bruce asked him. He was wondering now himself about why Lex kept a close relationship with him.
"He saved my life once, and I think I need to help him." Lex paused; "If something happened back at home, it was probably part of my fathers undoing." Lex started to explain.
"He's been crazy about the Kent's since I was on to them." Lex told him. Bruce sat and listened now intrigued with the story.
"One of my old workers had figured out what the symbols said on a cave back in Smallville. My father believes these crazy insane messages, and thinks that if they are true. He will go after Clark." Lex told him.
"So you want to be the hero in this area. Only you're really trying to regain back trust from the family, and your friend; only to find in the end that you wanted the same information your father stole from you. Plus the stuff he found out." Bruce filled him. He knew Lex all too well. If there was something strange about this kid, then why Lex was so worried about him; "He's just a good friend, and has done many things in return to help me." Lex told him.
"Yeah, by playing cats and dogs, around his neck with out even knowing it;" Bruce pointed out. Lex knew Bruce was right, and didn't argue with the matter. Clark was different, and if anyone found out about what that secret was it was going to be him.
"Lex, the only thing you need to worry about now is your father, and Helen." Bruce added in; "Did you know she had stopped at the airport in Metropolis thinking you were still alive. Or believing you were." Bruce told him.
"I need your help Bruce. We need to find out where he is. I'll also deal with Helen." Lex told him.
"I figured she'd be on my trail once she found out I was alive." Lex told him, as they finished their lunch in silence. Bruce leaned back in his seat as he took a drink of water. The weather in Gotham was a little cooler than in Metropolis. He had heard there were more storms coming in their area. Turning to his watch, he realized he was late for one of his training outings. Alfred normally went a head and canceled everything when he had them. This time he had to be in China by the end of the week. Lex knew he was keeping him from his work, and other issues.
"Bruce." Lex paused; "Would it be alright to go ahead and do this on my own?" Lex asked him. Bruce rubbed his chin unsure of this. Lex was a good man, but he knew the side of the Luthor's that only he saw. He just prayed deep down inside he wouldn't hurt the family he was talking about earlier. Bruce's eyes darkened, and then nodded; allowing Lex anything he needed to start the mission he was planning on helping him with; "I'll be back on Monday. My meeting over in China won't be that long." Bruce lied. He loved it when his training over in China was long, but this time he had to cut it short. He knew his trainer wouldn't reschedule it. Slowly getting up out of his chair, he followed Lex back into the main entrance of the mansion. The sun was just over the line of trees in the front yard that cut off the road. He saw a black car turn into the drive way as it stopped by the door next to Lex.
"Who's your visitor?" Lex asked seeing the lady with short brown hair emerge from the car. Bruce smiled; he hadn't been dating anyone in a long while. He knew his life would be a hard one to keep a wife, but he knew he trusted this young lady; "Her name is Lois Lane. She's an intern at the Daily Planet. Her college professor has asked her to do an interview on someone that has helped the community." Bruce told him honestly. Lex watched the young lady come to the door. The door bell rang loudly through the empty mansion. Alfred came out of the corner of the next room; "Sorry sir. The kitchen looks atrocious." Alfred pointed out. Bruce laughed, knowing how much the man hated things dirty.
"Good luck." Lex told him with a smile; "I'll be upstairs. I think I'll be making some calls to an old friend of mine." Lex told him. Bruce turned around just as Lois came into the room; "And who is that?" Bruce asked him. Lex smirked; "Carrie Castle. She's a report for the 'Journal'. She's been a helpful client of mine in the past." Lex told him.
"Tell the 'Journal' that I will not take any more interviews from them, if that's your newspaper." Bruce told him honestly. Lex nodded and strode off up the steps.
~*~
Lionel stood in front of the wall in the cave. His scientists shuffled around the cave, making sure everything was in place. He smiled seeing another replacement of the octagon piece was already in the spot where it should have been a few weeks ago. The blond girl next to the computer pushed the red button, and watched the long out stretched arm move downward into the opening in the walls crevice. The octagon pieces fit nicely into the wall, as the symbols on it started to glow. Lights went out in the caves, as the other scientist turned on the red lights near the entrance. The light started out small, but enlarged as it spread through out the room. Lionel covered his eyes and bent down over the computer to see the screen. The black screen still showed nothing, as he waited to see if the machine would work. Watching in fascination, the wall moved slowly around in a circle while each symbol lit up, bouncing across the cave walls. The girl placed on her sunglasses and looked at the computer screen. A language in a very small font came forward from the machines. The green octagon piece shook with a force sending it into the machines tube, hitting the plastic wall blocking it to go any further. Lionel remembered being blind, but this was different. He could still see, yet his eyes still wanted to watch the message appear on the screen. The young scientist knew that this language would go through so many translations it would take years to decrypt it.
"Take this down the lab; I want this language figured out before the end of tonight." Lionel demanded. The girl shook her head agreeing with him, as she saved the file and handed him the CD. Lionel looked at the key in the wall again watching it move the symbols again; "Save every file you have on this message. I want it translated before the week is out." Lionel ordered.
"Yes sir." The girl answered and handed a copy of the first CD she just finished saving, to another scientist that stood near her. He nodded his head and took the CD back to the lab in Metropolis. Lionel watched as the cave wall moved once more, and saw the symbols stop. The lights came back on in the cave and the computers took all the information it could. The girl saved them as fast as she could. Before she turned off the machine it moved again, and a blinding light came through the machine again, knocking her unconscious.
"We need some help here!" Lionel yelled, as the two body guards that watched the cave took the girl in their arms; "Take her to the lab back in Metropolis." Lionel told them. They nodded knowing, Lionel hated it when things weren't delivered on time.
~*~
Mystique looked through the files on the computer she had, from information back in Smallville. The only information she could really find, was on a web site a young girl named Chloe Sullivan had worked on. She was intrigued with the out come of each article this young reporter wrote. She could also tell that Clark had helped her out with some of the articles as well. Pictures were giving to her, from the files she uploaded, and she sat back to examine them. Turning to the door she heard Pyro walk inside; "What did you find so far?" Pyro asked her. Mystique smiled; "If you ask so many questions, start finding the answers for yourself." Mystique snapped at him. Pyro shrugged it off and leaned over her shoulder. Some of the locals even recalled seeing these meteor mutants' acts on people they knew. She found it interesting, that Clark was there in the nick of time to save everyone.
"What do you think?" Pyro asked, seeing he only wanted to annoy her more. Mystique grabbed him by the throat; "If you ask one more question. I'll throw you across the room just like Magneto does." She paused; "Got it?" She asked him angrily. Pyro shook his head and turned back to the screen in silence. He saw a picture of a younger girl on the front of Time magazine. He remembered the meteor shower back in 1989, and knew the town had gone nuts afterwards. A lot of the people had moved. Turning to another article they saw that Lionel Luthor had already been using meteor rocks for cloning, and that surprised Mystique. She couldn't understand the human race. First they were against mutants like them, but they'd be willing to go ahead and clone little girls that have died. Seeing that some of the meteor rocks had been stolen from a truck of Lionel's, Mystique knew she had to start there. They heard Magneto's footsteps advance up toward them.
"There's a boy that we maybe able to get in contact with." Mystiques eyes lit up, as she waited for Magneto to reply.
"What is his name?" Magneto asked.
"His name is Eric Marsh." Mystique paused; "He's the only one I could find that is still alive. He was sent off to a Rehab Center Clinic, because of his problem." She explained to him.
"Where is he at now?" Magneto asked her. She smiled; "He is in Metropolis. Close to Lionel's plant;" Mystique told him. Magneto smiled.
"Well who's up for a vacation?" Magneto asked; as they all smiled.
~ End of Chapter Eleven.
Author's notes: I hope you liked this chapter. If you missed chapter ten, then please read that one before this one. Or you'll be totally confused. Thanks. Take care. Have a great weekend, more coming next week.
| Also | Thanks to TheDieHard, MRP, Chloe-Look-Alike-Reborn and many others for helping me out with editing, and ideas. You guys are amazing writers to, and should know I love your stuff as well. Keep it going. Thanks again.
