Midnight struck its final gong and day four started. Raven sat and prepared herself for her plan.
"If this goes wrong, things can get really messy." she says to herself. The wind blows against the window, the shadows flicker to the movement of the scented candles. "But if I do not try to change; I may never change." she agrees, and she reaches for the mirror; the mirror that had warped Beastboy and Cyborg to the dark realms… it was time to return.
"I may never get another chance. Time is against me. I may not last much longer." she sighs, looking at her hands; so powerful, yet helpless. She touched the mirror…
Night turned into a swirl of colours, but predominantly with the aurora of darkness. There she span in her energy shield, twirling in the vortex that was a prison for a very powerful demon… Trigon, her father…
Soon her feet reached the hard scorched earth of the desolate realm. She was not alone. There, standing tall, the great red spectre loomed with eyes flared and muscles tense. Raven stood her ground.
"When will you ever learn?" sighs Trigon, and blasts at her. The lasers rip the rocky earth, but they clearly miss her; she doesn't even flinch. "You cannot destroy me. You cannot fight me and you cannot convert me. It is not your destiny."
"That maybe so, but the time has not passed. I'm taking a different angle now!" says Raven, and she uses her powers to blast him far into the air. Trigon isn't too harmed and steadies himself in the purple sky, his eyes still in bright fire.
"No spell has hold on me here dear daughter! No hex or talisman will avail against me; the lord of demons!" smiles Trigon. "Though I am weaker than you in this, this prison, this limbo." he says looking around the place with spite. "I am yet to face my end. You cannot destroy me and I cannot break you… yet…"
"You shall not have a chance!" says Raven, and manifests a sudden blast of energy, taking Trigon completely by surprise. He is sent flying away, still flying along the surface of the rugged void.
"Gloat while you can!" he shouts in his great tone of authority. He struggles against the awesome power, but to no avail. "You shall still fulfil my prophecy! You will still bow to my power! IT IS FAR FROM OVER" and his yell disappears off the horizon.
Raven, Rachel Roth, drops to the ground exhausted…
"So this is where I split?" she wavers on her weakened feet. "She's weakened now guys! You know what you have to do." she says, seemingly to herself. "He won't stay down for long. Stick together, he cannot destroy you if you combine your powers, and someday you may win… when we've changed." and she holds her head as her body begins to tremble. Something happens… A powerful rainbow of colours spurts from her being and suddenly in brilliant flashes, there are many duplicated Ravens standing around, all of them in different coloured cloaks, all of them standing in a pause of wonder for the future of their lives, all of them standing but one… The dark Raven lies down, exhausted from the energy spent from blasting Trigon. Her four red eyes close in sleep and the others come round to tend to her, themselves, Raven.
This would be a new beginning with a glimmer of hope… or an end in the widening eclipse…
…
"So what do we have for breakfast?" yawns Control Freak, scratching his large belly. They had to get up at the crack of dawn to find a more suitable hideout. Trash cans were too exposed, too often used and much too uncomfortable.
"Hay Kit!" says Mumbo, rising from his trash can. He taps the bin lid beside him. "It's dawn already! Rise and shine!"
"RISE AND SHINE?" shouts Kitten. She wasn't a typical cheerful early morning person. More like one of the typical irate dawn haters. "RISE AND SHINE? Get A LIFE! You rise and I'LL shine!" and she twirls the bin around.
"I'm hungry." points out Control Freak (CtrlF). "Can we get going?"
"Come on you spoiled brat!" says Mumbo, getting annoyed and feeling more confidant against the bully as Killer Moth was still in jail. "Rise and shine; up and at' em!" and he mistakenly shakes the can.
"UP AND AT' EM?" screams Kitten, popping from her dustbin. "I'll show YOU UP AND AT 'EM!" and she swats him into the dustbin with her lid. "I'm in charge of this mob, and I'll be the judge of when we get up, ship off or blow up!"
"This sure beats early morning cartoons!" says CtrlF, "But I'm still hungry!" he moans.
"I'm… still… in paaiinn!" groans Mumbo.
"Alright, alright, alrighty then! Let's get going!" agrees Kitten with a yawn. "To tell you the truth; I'm sort of hungry too. Honestly; you guys are totally lost without a good jump start! Where's my breakfast?"
"I'm… still… in paaiinn!"
Like a rehearsed advertisement, CtrlF recites his lines. "What is this; this acute aroma; that secret blend of herbs and spices, grilled on a slow flame? Can it be? That truly tempting gravy paste? Do I smell… roast chicken?" he says, sniffing the air in bliss. His olfactory sensors are correct, and he heads to a small restaurant by the alleyways.
"Remember; smash and grab! Not stay and gloat!" reminds Kitten as she follows after.
"I'm… still… in paaiinn!" moans Mumbo, and his bin tips over.
…
Twoface scarred the walls with bullets to take out the security cameras. The frightened hostages of the bank huddled in a corner in a state of mortified fear. The villain's hired guns are itchy fingered and keep a tight watch on all entrances. The alarms are smashed off by a large mallet in a horrible crunch.
"Fate has been kind to you today." rasps Twoface, fondling his coin in his hand. His other hand tightly gripped his machine gun. He sweeps the mass of papers of a desk in disgust.
"What am I going to do?" he muses to himself. "That is what you are thinking isn't it? That always seems to be a question to you people, but truly; there are no questions." his sickly face turned to them with a glare of hysteric hatred. "When there is life, there is death. It is either one, or the other. Whatever it is, it is exact, it is plain and it is DECIDED!" and he slams his fist on a table. He trembles a bit in the exhilaration. It was quite true, that the Riddler's mind games were starting to take their toll on the madman. The Penguin was very shrewd indeed.
"As I said; fate has been kind." he continues in his gruff voice, crushing a plastic bottle under his foot. "You will either be put out of your miseries, the simple PATHETIC WASTE of time you call lives very soon to end your continual play against darn plucky luck; or you will leave here with my insightful knowledge to guide you to a more insightful life." he starts to walk to them.
"To be or not to be; yes or no, do or do not, black or white, life…" and he flips the coin into the tense air. Time seems to warp into silence of deep held breathes.
"DEATH!" he says with eyes intense, and he opens fire…
I need not describe much to the result of searing shooting lead on soft flesh and blood and brittle bone… The Bat-signal flashes high into the dark clouds…
…
"This can't be happening!" cries out Cyborg, looking at a newspaper article. The escape of Kitten, Mumbo and CtrlF was headline news. Things were going to be a bit more difficult. "You are definitely staying in the mansion Starfire!" he says as she rolls past in her wheelchair. "There is no way I can let you out with these three on the loose."
"But friend Cyborg…" she says pleadingly, but he holds to his decision. He had heard quite enough sharp words from Robin the past two days; he wasn't going to be irresponsible to his responsibility (As one should not).
"No buts Star!" says Cyborg, holding up his hand. "In fact I think it's best if we shift you off to a hospital for a while the actions on."
"That did not seem to work well when the Joker was around." says Starfire sadly. She did wish she hadn't been so helpless then or now when she is needed. "This mobility chair with wheels is such a curse…" she sighs and observes her plastered legs with pity.
"I'm really sorry about this Star!" says Cyborg. "I won't send you away, but you can't leave the house, okay?"
"Agreed friend Cyborg..." she says downcast, and wheels off to find the mustard again.
…
Beastboy woke up as usual and slips off the edge of his bed in a clutter, somehow misjudging the distance. His head felt pretty weird as he stood up, sort of giddy, and his footing wasn't that good. Everything seemed a bit distant from his view.
"Must have been that sugar tofu!" he moans, and dresses up to annoy Raven again…
…
"You cannot do this to me!" screams evil Raven, bound in black energy cords. "You will pay for this outrage! You shall all die!" and she prepares to laser them.
"Sheesh! What a moaner!" says fighting Raven and blind folds her with some more energy. Evil screams out in outrage. "Maybe we should have knocked her out first!" she smiles, cracking her knuckles.
"We are so sorry evil! Really we are! Sorry! Really we are! I can't believe it!" says shy Raven, covering her mouth in complete shock of the violence. She cringes away from the fury of evil.
"This is so great!" smiles Happy Raven, beaming as usual. "We now get to have turns controlling the body! What fun!"
"What a drag!" says grumpy Raven, sitting on the ground in a sulk. The others look at her with disapproving eyes. "I mean; what joy!" she says with attitude with arms waving around in sarcasm.
"Finally we can do something about our looks!" says vain Raven, brushing her hair back. "I think long hair… what about you lot?"
"Long?" groans fight, "But that'll cramp up our style! We can't fight with long hair!"
"And what do you know about style?"
"No one asks my opinion!" groans grumpy in a corner. "It's always the same!"
"And that's a bad thing?" says Mean Raven, pushing over shy.
"Please stop fighting. I'm getting scared!" says Shy, crying a little.
"THAT'S SO SAAAD!" mopes sad Raven in bucketing tears. "I'm so heartbroken! Do something Happy!"
"How cute! This rock looks like a bunny rabbit!" says Happy, prancing around the wasteland. The others stare at her weirdly. "I mean… lets do a draw of hairs!" she smiles. The others agree and pull out a hair. Vain has trouble parting with hers, but finally manages it.
"Right! Altogether now!" says Fight cheerfully, enjoying the competition. "NOW!" They throw their respective hair to a particular spot. Only one makes it to the bottom first, declaring the winner.
"OH NO!" shrieks Shy in terror. She won! "This can't be right! I'm so sorry! I must have done something wrong! Don't hurt me!"
"It's okay shy!" says Happy happily. "You won fare and square. I'm so happy for you!" and she gives her a hug. Shy blushes. Happy then goes to help the distraught Sad.
"Oh, well! Better luck tomorrow!" says Fight. "Isn't that right cheater?" she says to Mean.
"No one said you couldn't use more than one hair!" says Mean, shrugging her shoulders in innocence.
"This is so ruining my ego!" says Vain in a mirror. "My hair, is like, going to disappear and wreck my image if we keep this up!"
"Great! We'll all go bald!" says Grumpy. "Can we get started already? It's morning for crying out loud!"
"All righty then!" claps Happy happily (She's starting to wear down the nerves of Evil). "All in a circle around Shy! Hop to it!"
"I'm so nervous!" says Shy shaking in the middle. "I just know this is going to go wrong!"
"Just don't make us look stupid okay!" says Grumpy.
"Or too dull!" adds Vain.
"I'm sure she will!" says Mean. Fight hits her on the head.
"Just stay away from everyone; like you usually do and no one will ever notice!" says Happy. Shy pulls a nervous smile. "Remember, it's just until Trigon diminishes!"
"The prophecy will be done!" screams Evil, and Fight secures a gag.
They all concentrate and the portal opens. Shy flies out in a flash, into the real world, and as the sole controller of their body…
…
"You just HAD to steal the spoons yo twit!" yells Kitten as the trio ran off. Mumbo looks guilty.
"I couldn't help it! So many bright spoons! So metallic and spoony!" he says in weakness. "I just had to collect them! I'm a magician! It's a hobby!"
"This is it! The tragic finale!" wheezes CtrlF, falling to the ground. "What terrible fate now faces the doomed super villain. Will there be a sequel to his adventures? I think not…"
"Oh come on fat face!" says Kitten, and she and Mumbo help him to an alley. "We've gone too far with my plan to stop now! What's going to happen to me if my team falls off?"
"Ahem!" coughs Mumbo. "Your plan?" but he backs down to her fist.
"We need to find a hideout pronto!" says Kitten, as police sirens are closing in.
"Aha!" says Mumbo in delight. He picks up a stick.
Kitten observes this. "It's a stick!" she says.
"To the untrained eye!" smiles Mumbo. "With this, I'll find our new hideaway using my ESP!"
"It's still a stick!" says Kitten. "What are you going to do? Build a house with it?"
"I need to concentrate!" says Mumbo, rubbing his cranium. "Please leave the master to work his magic! I promise; you will truly be astounded..."
"What's with the stick?" says CtrlF, recovering.
"I KNOW IT'S A STICK!" shouts Mumbo. "Just bear with me as I begin my act!"
"Well just act fast!" says Kitten, pulling them back from the sights of a passing police car.
"Can we skip this episode?" moans CtrlF.
"Hummmm!" says Mumbo in a trance, twirling in a circle. The stick mysteriously glows in blue and red. Kitten and CtrlF stare in awe. The mysterious powers acting on the object, directing them… directing them to a new base of action… a predestined place of refuge for their meticulous designs. It hits a door right behind them…
"Well, whoop de doo! Good show!" says Kitten sarcastically.
"Are you going to knock?" says Mumbo, a bit disappointed himself.
"Just let me do the talking okay?" says Kitten, and they prepare to take over the old frail house. Kitten knocks on the door.
… there is a slight pause…
An old decrepit man, of the old decrepit house, with hair keeping problems peeps out in his half rimmed spectacles. Dressed in an odd 70s trendy red jacket and high heeled boots, he looked quite odd. He looks around and observes…
"Oh! Looks like rain!" he says and closes the door.
"…"
"…"
"…" Kitten knocks again.
"Who are you? What's the game then?" he says abruptly opening the door, prodding her with his cane.
Kitten begins to pull her sad lost look with diluted eyes and trembling low lip, "I'm so sorry sir. But we are lost and hungry strangers who have no money. We were just…"
"Aha! Recruits!" exclaims the old man, and he grabs them all in to his house, just as the police go past.
The trio look around the place in a mixed sensation of wonder and weird horror. English flag table cloths and carpet, a disco ball light and several portraits of a younger version of the old man. Mad Mod's new home since the Titans had defeated him.
"You are all just in time to help me with my master plan!" he cackles, unveiling a strange contraption under some canvas. It is a typewriter with wires attaching it to some cardboard boxes and a washing machine. "Pretty high tech eh lads?"
"I think I'll just be going!" says Kitten, but CtrlF holds her back.
"C'mon! This is our lucky break!" he whispers. "With a guy like this, the house is basically ours for the taking! Chances are; he'll probably just keel over pretty soon…"
"I heard that!" says Mod a bit annoyed. "I'm younger than I look! Oh yum! Prunes!" he says and fetches a plate.
"Whoever you think we were…" begins Kitten, trying to get control of the situation, but Mod continues.
"Oh! I know who you are!" and he shows him the paper with their wanted pictures. They all stare at the man in a new light…
"That picture doesn't do me justice!" screams Kitten, grabbing the paper. "I deserve better!"
"She deserves a guillotine!" nudges Mumbo to CtrlF. His head is swatted by a rolled newspaper.
"Do you think you can turn us in?" says CtrlF a bit amused at the gangly old man.
"You'll be surprised!" smiles Mod craftily.
"I just say we lock him in the cellar like traditional villains!" says Mumbo, and he and CtrlF advance him.
"Yeah baby!" says the retro Mod with cane raised, zapping Mumbo and CtrlF with electrical surge. Their slightly blackened forms faint to the ground. Mod blows off the smoke and twirls his cane. He does a little victory dance, despite his creaky joints and bad coordination.
"Oh poop!" says Kitten and she puts her hands up.
…
"DIE!" laughs Twoface, gunning at Robin and Batman. His bullets ripped the walls but a batarang soon disarmed him. The many henchmen on the ground began to get up from the spectacular attack entrance of the dynamic duo, their guns in pieces thanks to their quick work.
"Kill 'em!" says Twoface, throwing his wrecked weapon at the two, and he runs off to his car. The thugs rush in on them.
"We lost him." grumbles Robin as Twoface sped away. He jumps to his hands and does a double kick on an attacker behind him, springing up again to launch two fists at two more in front.
"These ones won't be so lucky…" says Batman, and he decks three out. He picks up one and swings him at another lot. "Not if we have something to say about it."
Robin is grabbed by one man, but he uses him as a balance to launch a kick into his companion. A quick button push on his utility belt electrifies the gangster, making him vulnerable to a breaking punch from the boy wonder. Batman blocks off the simultaneous attack of three, and takes out two with two kicks as fast as lightning. His well wound fist slamming the last one to the earth. All eleven lie unconscious.
"This isn't right!" says Batman, looking at the ten armoured cars outside. "Where are the others?"
The bank vaults suddenly open to reveal another twenty or so henchmen. They unleash a stream of bullets, but they are nullified by the quick movements of the heroes behind a heavy metal table. The crooks rush them.
Batman throws a melee of smoke pellets that rapidly fill the room. Using his grapple hook, Robin zooms to the ceiling. Confused, the crooks hold their fire as not to waste ammo or hit each other. The dark form of Batman sweeps behind them and takes the out.
Some manage to flee but two are taken out by Robin, who falls from above; another three collapse to his bird-arangs. Five men reach the cars and zoom off in an effort to follow their boss. Five police cars arrive on the scene and one car is stopped. The other two remaining cars barge over a police car and continue on. The Batmobile is soon in pursuit.
…
Shy Raven dressed herself and made for the door with some reluctance. Go eat and leave. That was the plan. She readied herself for a quick dash. There is a knock and she holds back a scream to hide under her bed.
"Oh nuts!" says Fighting Raven slapping her forehead. "You have to face your fears for crying out loud!"
"I just know this is going to be bad!" mumbles Grumpy Raven. They all watch through the portal screen at what is happening.
"Raven? Are you in there?" says Beastboy, knocking.
"…" says Shy, still petrified. But she remembers the others, and not wanting to hurt their feelings, she gathers herself to open the door. It was only Beastboy. He would just say some weird jokes; or at the worst, throw a pie at her face. She just needed to ignore him, say nothing and walk away.
"Just walk past and don't talk." she repeats to herself. "Just walk past and don't talk. Just walk past and don't t… t… t… tall!"
Indeed, as she opened the door, there was Beastboy, about a head taller than her. Beastboy observes the change in level.
"Hang on?" he says scratching his head. "Have you shrunk or something?"
"Tall..." she mumbles. "I mean… I mean… I mean… I…" she stutters. Aside from his new height, he also seemed a lot buffer and handsomer. She also noticed how skimpy her leotard was and hid herself behind the door. Beastboy scratches his head at the change and measures himself to the door… he HAD grown!
"Wowee! I mean, what a spurt! About ten inches since I last checked! It must be a new record!" he says happily. "Hey Rae! I think I'm finally growing!" he says jumping up.
"That's… nice…" says Shy sweating and blushing. The others are in fits…
"Isn't it sooo cute; she thinks he's cute! Aww!" smiles Happy.
"Why does she have to be so shy?" cries Sad.
"Hurry up and take offensive! Opportunity to attack! Break the defences!" says Fight, pulling her hair and launching fists into the air. "Kiss him or punch him already! Do something!"
"He's changed a bit, taller and quite handsomer I must admit. But we can do better than that!" says Vain, flicking her locks.
"That's right! Slam the door on him!" says Mean, rubbing her hands together.
"This is going to be disastrous!" grumbles Grumpy.
Evil just shrieks in her binds. Though her eyes and mouth were covered, she could still hear what was going on; she did not like it!
But it is not their choice; Shy is in control now...
…
Oswald Cobblepot walks down the many stairs of his building. Police watch him eerily as he smiles and waves as he waddles down. They were on edge and keeping their full attention on the black-market guru. A sudden herald of sirens is heard and the two armoured cars of Twoface's men come zooming down the street, rattling their machine guns… at the penguin! Oswald squawks and opens his bullet-proof umbrella to take the bullets. The police aren't so lucky… The Bat-mobile is closing in.
"Position?" says Batman through the intercom.
"Central!" calls Robin on his R-cycle, zooming to intercept.
"You won't make it in time. Re-direct."
"I can make it!" says Robin.
"I don't ask twice!"
"Then don't ask!" answers Robin and he accelerates.
The two cars pelt the armoured bat-mobile to little avail. They decide to turn their guns to the passers by to try and shake the Batman off. Bad move!
Batman switches a targeting computer and a missile rams the rear of one of the cars, breaking the rear right off and screeching the vehicle to a halt. Electric Tazers on the sides of the Bat-mobile shoot out as it rides past to subdue the armed men. The police soon arrive to complete the arrest. The other car is slowly being out-gassed.
"I repeat! Back down!" calls Batman.
"I'm there!" calls Robin, and the R-cycle makes the jump with belly grapples ready to pounce… but he doesn't land on the car… he doesn't even land on the road! "What!" yells Robin as the R-cycle heads for the water. He presses a mode button to get the floaters on and the Cycle splashes and floats on the sea water. Robin hits the dash board in anger. Batman had warped his online map of Gotham…
Batman checks the status of the R-cycle quickly before regaining concentration on the pursuit… but it has disappeared… He does a thorough heat scan, but nothing is around. Where could they have gone? The air space was clear, no tunnels and no garages large enough to accommodate the large vehicle. After a circle, Batman leaves defeated… The armoured car lies safe with a fake part of wall sealing off its escape into an ice factory… of the Penguin…
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I hope you liked the new twists coming up! This 'Day' was too big for one chapter! Stay in tune! I also added more sneak peeks and idea texts for The Lancer. Happy Writings! See you later!
Another sneak peek at the Lancer Series (About Robin and Starfire's boy)
'Good Guy' Profile
Number 4
Name: Blade Jenkins
Alias: Girl Hornet
Height: 5"3'
Strength: Medium
Intelligence: Medium
Data:
What she lacks in super powers and strength, she makes up with attitude and daring. Blade Jenkins is the new girl in school who is befriended by Robin Victor Garfield Roth Grayson (The Lancer) and his best friend Timothy Tungsten (Also known as the evil Hack6 Though unknown to his friends). Though her parents are oblivious, she is actually a very well practiced thief who also specialises in vandalism and large pranks to the continual annoyance of Principle Kitten.
This attitude soon gets her caught in the hands of a mysterious woman who calls herself 'The Queen Wasp". Instead of turning her in to the authorities, she gives her a special super villain suite. She receives training from the masked woman for a while, and then left to her own vandal devices as the Queen Wasp disappeared. The suite included a remarkably made Hydrogen powered jetpack, sting blasters, a sonic pistol (Very powerful) and blueprints to special miniature explosives.
Her face covered by the helmet like mask (Which strangely resembles the mask of retired Killer Moth) her identity remains secret, despite multiple encounters against The Lancer. Though she is renowned for crime, she also helps The Lancer from time to time, when lives or her own interests are at stake.
(Really sneaky peek! No; Blade is not The Lancer's love interest, though Tim Tungsten seems to think so jealously.)
"What do you have for lunch guys?" says Blade, putting down her tray.
"Same old sandwiches!" groans Tim.
"Some sort of emasculated flesh of a sort in a wheat based bread." says Robin looking into his hotdog. (Not Robin/Nightwing, but the son of…),
"Interesting…" says Blade. "What type of sausage? Frankfurter?"
"I don't eat people."
"No! Frankfurter is a type of sausage!"
"Made from people from Frankfurt!" says Tim smiling.
"That is quite sickening!" says Robin. He thinks for a second. "That is a joke is it not?"
"Don't mess with him Tim!" says Blade. "I think it's a chicken sausage by the smell."
Robin takes a bite and ponders. "Maybe… But it could be beef."
"Beef?"
"Or maybe racoon…"
"RACOON?"
"It is unlike any roasted flesh I've ever consumed."
"Can you stop saying flesh!"
"Maybe they dump a whole lot of animals into a giant blender and watch what comes out. Maybe they have a conveyer belt attached to the pound or Zoo when animals expire. I have always wondered where those birds on power lines go…"
"Hmm! Maybe you have a Racoon, chicken and beef mix at one end, and a rat, duck and ham mix at the other!" says Tim, observing Blade losing her appetite.
"An interesting assumption." says Robin and he munches on the hotdog with increased interest. "I have yet to palate the taste of Rodent rat meat. They seem so hairy. But they skin them first for fur do they not? Can you pass the mustard?"
"I think I know why people don't sit around you guys!" says Blade, going to the Girls Room, pushing her tray towards the bin. Tim celebrates and takes her lunch.
Bad Guy Profile
Number 4
Name: Philbert Phobos
Alias: Dr Phobos/Fear
Height: 5"7'
Strength: Low
Intelligence: Advanced Mathematician and advanced Psychologist
Data:
Philbert Phobos was an above average historian and archaeologist who also practiced psychology to fund his expeditions. With a lust for power and control, he searches for artefacts with special powers to advance his control over others. Other than his brilliant scientific mind and inventions, he's a master hypnotist; able to control a person almost indefinitely to his will. Stealing the chemical formulae of the Scarecrow, he also lives to his name by paralysing those who are able to withstand his hypnotics, or are inaccessible to the mind powers(i.e. have really big guns pointing at him.). He increases his fearful reputation by painting dark paint under his eyes and gel on his little hair into six low stripes on his large head. He prefers a rich life and so dresses accordingly, always with a gold pocket watch to aid hypnotism and to keep punctual to his plans.
When encountering The Lancer numerous times, Phobos soon realises the great potential of the AI watches of Lancer and Sigma through their remarkable powers and resistance to his mind control as well as physical damage. Trying to make one himself, he is also seeking a way to steal the devices for his own uses, or else destroy them so he may have no rivals in his domination of the earth.
(Really sneaky peek! One of the main manuscripts Phobos is searching for is a piece from the book of Malchoir!)
"Look into my eyes!" went Phobos in a strange eerie glare.
"Is there something annoying your optical visors?" says Lancer a bit confused.
"Just look this way!" says Phobos demandingly. "You are sleepy!"
"No I'm not…"
"YOU ARE SLEEPY!"
"Maybe a little tired…"
"When I count to ten…"
"My mother always said it helps to calm down the temper."
"When I count to three…"
"It doesn't work as well as ten!"
Phobos rubs his eyes before continuing…
"When I SNAP my fingers, you will be a chicken."
"Are you saying I am afraid. For I am not really…"
"You are going to be a chicken!" says the hypnotist with added annoyance.
"Why a chicken? I prefer Robins personally."
"Just shut up and concentrate! Look into my eyes!"
"There is nothing in there! This is getting boring! Are you going to submit to jail quietly or will I have to use handcuffs?"
"Why isn't this working?" says Phobos, grinding his teeth.
"I told you; you have to count to ten!"
"JUST KEEP QUIET!" says Phobos in hysterics. "Now where was I?"
"Here."
"I said QUIET!"
"But you asked where you were?"
"I meant; what was I saying!"
"You are going to be a chicken."
"Yes! Yes! That's right! HAHA! When I snap my fingers I will be a chicken!"
…SNAP…
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