On Halloween night I found Matt's place. It was a quaint little apartment a few blocks down from Nikki's place. There was a bowl of candy in the window, inviting trick-or-treaters to come and stop by.

I banged on the door. Matt's little brother opened the door. He must have been like five years old.

"Jim." He mumbled.

"Hey, Chris," Someone said. It was Matt. He came to the door. "Look, bro, tell mom I'm going out, ok?"

His little brother nodded.

"So," Matt said, handing me a paper bag for candy. "You decided to show."

"Would I miss it?" I said. The cool autumn breeze blew my hair back behind me. It felt good...really really refreshing.

"Don't you think people will realize the resemblance?"

"Please. I'm dressed up as St. Jimmy for Halloween. Not a big deal."

We passed a group of twelve-year-old girls, all dressed superheroes. One of them was dressed as Sue Storm, another as Rouge, one as me, and one as Elektra. They stared at us as we walked down the street.

"See," I said. "Not a big deal."

We hit fifteen houses before I decided to bring Matt up onto the roof.

"Matt," I said. "This is how I see the world. Usually. Look at the Empire State building. It looks like you can almost touch it, right?"

"Yeah...this is amazing. I've never been up this high."

"Well, Welcome to fifty feet in the air."

He laughed. I really liked him.

"Jimmy, why did you bring me up here?" He asked.

"Matt, I mean, I really like you. I was actually just thinking about that when you laughed. And...I mean, my life...is...a mess. My normal life, anywho. My brother's a drug addict, my rent is overdue, and--"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I'm gonna have to do something...something I don't wanna do," I told him. "But I have to. Otherwise, I don't...Matt, I want you to know, that, ugh, just trust me, okay? No matter what you hear on the news or from the police, trust me?"

"Jimmy, we barely know each other. Why do you like me so much?"

"I've known you for more than you think." I told him.

Just when all seemed well, she showed up. The crazy cat lady with the pimped out guns.

"Jimmy. How sweet. You have a boyfriend."

"What now, She-Line? Can't you go eat a rat or something?"

She pulled out her gun.

I dove into Matt and knocked us both off the rooftop. I grabbed a hold of him and started to fly away.

"Hold on...I'm gonna take you home."

Blasts from her shock pistol illuminated the sky. People below were screaming. She-Line could really run. Damn those cat-like reflexes!

I put Matt on the ground once She-Line had to reload. "Get out of here!" I told him. Then I saw someone else. Four people...they were standing behind She-Line...no...floating...

"What now?" I screamed.

The four women flew over between She-Line and myself. The girls were dressed in four different colors, red, green, blue, and white. They were wearing some weird type of armor and these helmets with a screen in front, so we couldn't see their faces. The helmets were like that of a racecar driver's.

The red one seemed like the strong one of the group, while the skinny and small white one was totally like the dumb blonde. The green one seemed angry, so there's the team hothead, and the blue one must be the smart one, because nerds usually wear blue.

"Which one of you goes by 'Saint Jimmy'?" The green one said in an awful annoyed tone.

"Who wants to know?" I asked.

"Elementoria." She snapped.

And they shot one of their pistols at me. More shooting! Wonderful! Can't I bump into someone and have them not try to kill me?

Their guns were really similar to crazy cat lady's. The guns could perform different functions. Like, one bullet like thingy could shoot out a paralysis glowing light thingy. Another could shoot out a net. Another could shoot to kill someone, and etc.

I dodged a net and then another.

Who the hell is Elementoria?

The one dressed in green put down her gun. She closed her eyes, and lifted up her hands. Tree roots came up from the earth. The ground shook like nuts. It was an earthquake.

The roots came up and tried to grab me. I flew up higher, higher, the tree roots kept on following me.

I started to fly off, but then the girls followed. Why could they fly? Why? Couldn't I get a brake?

I shot in and out of buildings, trying to loose them. I was going so fast I could barley see what color the buildings were. I just had to loose them. I didn't want to be Elementoria meat.

I crashed straight into a hotel. I tumbled through the window and I heard glass shatter everywhere. I knew I was bleeding in at least one place.

I rolled and flopped until I reached the other wall, where I stopped uncomfortably with my feet in the air against the wall and my back on the ground. Three people were in the room. I got up slowly...careful not to break anything if anything wasn't broken, and faced the three guys.

My jaw must have dropped to the floor.

Standing before me, with confused and fearful faces, and eyes that could see right through you, was the one, the only, Green Day. Out of all the hotel rooms in the city, I crashed into this one. Someone was looking out for me.

I didn't say anything. I just looked at them with admiration and respect. They looked at me like I was about to kill them. Figures.

Billie Joe Armstrong.

Tre Cool.

Mike Dirnt.

In the same room.

With me. Holy fucking shit.

I literally pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

I saw the blood on my arms and wrists, and legs. My costume was ripped and torn in five places.

I just looked at them.

I had to say something.

Anything to break the silence.

"Uh...Happy Halloween."