Chapter 2 Please reread the ending of C1. I edited it.
Silence...everyone was so quiet...the chatter of the goddesses had silenced, and all the arguing had ceased. They all looked around, and Stanton said, "What happened?" "I'm enjoying being front and center." Everyone turned, and in the shadow, they saw an evil smile form. Without even needing to guess, Stanton made Collin's face frown angrily. Cassandra struck out a glittering pant leg, and she came to the light. Her pants were loose gypsy pants, dead black, and her top was a very loose, almost untied halter. Everything she wore and said screamed gothic. She grinned, the purple lipstick coating her full lips, and as usual, she had a little snack with her. She slipped the marshmallow into her mouth, swallowed, and licked her lips. "What are you doing in my house bitch?" Collin spat in disgust. Cassandra gave him a sultry smile, and said, "If it weren't for your phraseology, and if I didn't know better, I'd actually think you were the real Stanton." Stanton's mouth opened, and said, "How do you know Cassandra?" Cassandra beamed cruelly, and traced a black fingernail on the desk. "First of all, I heard you talking when I came in. You people should learn to lock your door," she scolded, wagging a tsking finger. "Second, I'm the one who thought of it. But don't blame me entirely. I didn't orchestrate the act." Chris walked closer, looming over her. "Divulge Cassandra. And try to remember whom you're dealing with. What the hell happened just now?" She smiled again, and lifted her hands in mock fear. "Oh! I'm all a- tremble. You boys can't do anything to me. I've joined an evil far more dangerous than the Atrox, and even if Collin were familiar with the powers of a follower, they would do you no good. And as for this sudden stillness..." She pointed to a pen, and lifted it, then she removed her finger, leaving the pen to float in mid-air. "You froze time." Derek said in awe. "You got it Tex. Now, I know a way you boys can return to normal, but I see no reason to---" Stanton, already familiar with Cassandra's devious ways demanded, "What's the ultimatum Cassandra?" She smiled again, looked him right in the eye, then shifted her eyes to 'Collin,' and eyed him up and down. "What else is there for a woman that wants everything?" She walked over to the real Stanton in Collin's body, and her fingers hooked in his belt-loops. Without caring about what would happen, he grabbed a knuckle, and pressed right at the joining point of the bones. Sucking in a hissing breath, she pulled back, and rubbed her red knuckle, and grinned. "You have your choices gentlemen. I either get the real Stanton, or, I get Collin. Either way, I'll end up enjoying the best night of my life. You have your choice. Whoever is willing, come to Venice Beach on midnight this Wednesday." Without any more words, she waggled her fingers, and disappeared. Suddenly, Serena and the other goddesses came in, but they stopped laughing when they saw the tense looks in their faces. "You guys okay?" Stanton turned, realizing that she had seen them as themselves. Or so she thought... Stanton nodded, and said, "Yeah. We're just talking amongst ourselves." Serena nodded, then walked up to what was really Collin. "Thanks for coming over last night." Collin looked around, and said, "It's okay." A sudden embarrassment overcame Stanton, realizing that they thought Collin was Stanton, and that anything Collin did, could affect his reputation. But, without warning, Serena rose on her toes, and her lips puckered. Collin's eyes widened in fear, and Stanton closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, but he didn't have the power. Suddenly, he heard---
I know, it sux, I'm sorry.
Silence...everyone was so quiet...the chatter of the goddesses had silenced, and all the arguing had ceased. They all looked around, and Stanton said, "What happened?" "I'm enjoying being front and center." Everyone turned, and in the shadow, they saw an evil smile form. Without even needing to guess, Stanton made Collin's face frown angrily. Cassandra struck out a glittering pant leg, and she came to the light. Her pants were loose gypsy pants, dead black, and her top was a very loose, almost untied halter. Everything she wore and said screamed gothic. She grinned, the purple lipstick coating her full lips, and as usual, she had a little snack with her. She slipped the marshmallow into her mouth, swallowed, and licked her lips. "What are you doing in my house bitch?" Collin spat in disgust. Cassandra gave him a sultry smile, and said, "If it weren't for your phraseology, and if I didn't know better, I'd actually think you were the real Stanton." Stanton's mouth opened, and said, "How do you know Cassandra?" Cassandra beamed cruelly, and traced a black fingernail on the desk. "First of all, I heard you talking when I came in. You people should learn to lock your door," she scolded, wagging a tsking finger. "Second, I'm the one who thought of it. But don't blame me entirely. I didn't orchestrate the act." Chris walked closer, looming over her. "Divulge Cassandra. And try to remember whom you're dealing with. What the hell happened just now?" She smiled again, and lifted her hands in mock fear. "Oh! I'm all a- tremble. You boys can't do anything to me. I've joined an evil far more dangerous than the Atrox, and even if Collin were familiar with the powers of a follower, they would do you no good. And as for this sudden stillness..." She pointed to a pen, and lifted it, then she removed her finger, leaving the pen to float in mid-air. "You froze time." Derek said in awe. "You got it Tex. Now, I know a way you boys can return to normal, but I see no reason to---" Stanton, already familiar with Cassandra's devious ways demanded, "What's the ultimatum Cassandra?" She smiled again, looked him right in the eye, then shifted her eyes to 'Collin,' and eyed him up and down. "What else is there for a woman that wants everything?" She walked over to the real Stanton in Collin's body, and her fingers hooked in his belt-loops. Without caring about what would happen, he grabbed a knuckle, and pressed right at the joining point of the bones. Sucking in a hissing breath, she pulled back, and rubbed her red knuckle, and grinned. "You have your choices gentlemen. I either get the real Stanton, or, I get Collin. Either way, I'll end up enjoying the best night of my life. You have your choice. Whoever is willing, come to Venice Beach on midnight this Wednesday." Without any more words, she waggled her fingers, and disappeared. Suddenly, Serena and the other goddesses came in, but they stopped laughing when they saw the tense looks in their faces. "You guys okay?" Stanton turned, realizing that she had seen them as themselves. Or so she thought... Stanton nodded, and said, "Yeah. We're just talking amongst ourselves." Serena nodded, then walked up to what was really Collin. "Thanks for coming over last night." Collin looked around, and said, "It's okay." A sudden embarrassment overcame Stanton, realizing that they thought Collin was Stanton, and that anything Collin did, could affect his reputation. But, without warning, Serena rose on her toes, and her lips puckered. Collin's eyes widened in fear, and Stanton closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, but he didn't have the power. Suddenly, he heard---
I know, it sux, I'm sorry.