Chapter One: Say Hello to the Team…

Finn dodged behind a wall, his breath coming out in great big gasps. This really wasn't good. If he was going to get suck into this…he would appreciate having the recording know when to give information to him and have perfect timing! Bending over, he placed his hands on his knees, taking in deep breaths as he tried to still his wildly beating heart. "Wayne…I would really like to know what all I have here in my arsenal!"

The hologram recording smiled at me, before speaking up again. "Now then if you look to your right leg you will find containment disks to hold the Overtakers prisoners in."

"That's good to know…what about more weaponry?" Finn muttered under his breath, wishing he could strangle the hologram.

"According to my scans, the information that the FISH picked up from your computer, you will make for the best leader out of the entire entire group. Look to your left hip to find your sword."

Startled, Finn looked down to see that there was indeed a long sword sheathed at his left hip. A frown crossed his features as he wondered how that got there without him noticing it with his earlier inspection. Shaking his head, he pulled it out, weighing it in his hand.

"You will find that this will work against wraiths. As leader, you also have a force field which uses your voice to operate. On your right wrist you will find something that looks like a gold watch. It is not a watch…sort of. It can tell time. However, it also is a tracker, comlink, and GPS. By GPS I mean a map to use as a reference point. All Kingdom Keepers have these as well." There was a pause, as if the crazy old man that was behind the recording was thinking through something. Looking up at Finn suddenly, he spoke again, a happy chirpy tone entering his voice. "You now know everything you need to know. I can rest in peace knowing that the fate of the entire world is in your inexperienced hands."

The hologram then flickered off suddenly. Finn vaguely wondered if that last sentence was supposed to make him feel capable or not. If so it failed miserably. "Couldn't have hurt him to say capable hands?" Finn muttered under his breath as he shoved his sword back into its sheath.

Finn glanced around, trying to gauge how far he had run just now when fleeing from the wraith. He appeared to be near his best friend's, Dillard Cole, home. Sticking close to the shadows so as to remain, hopefully, out of the wraiths sight, he inched his way down the street back in the direction he knew was his own home.

He had made it onto his own street, when it happened. He tripped over a trashcan, knocking it over with a loud bang. Scrambling, he straightened it out, glancing over his shoulder to see six wraiths flying straight at him. "Oh come on!" He broke at a sprint once again, his hand darting to the hilt of his sword. He vaguely wondered what his folks would say if he asked to take fencing lessons.

A wraith nearly caught up with him, forcing him to dodge the clammy hand that was reaching towards him. Finn gulped as he corrected his thought process. If he survived long enough to ask them. Whack! Finn groaned as he sat up, rubbing his forehead…which despite the fact he was wearing a helmet felt as if it now sported a new goose-egg sized bump. Finn gritted his teeth together as he noticed that the wraiths were much closer…and his house was right there! Just across the street from him.

Finn fumbled with the sword, thinking maybe he could wave it around in the air like crazy and cross his fingers that they would back off enough for him to figure out how to get back in his house... without them getting in too. As if reading his mind, there was a loud bang as something exploded right above the wraiths. Screeching angrily, they fled from the scene, leaving Finn alone again. Swallowing hard, he started to inch his way towards his house, when a new voice spoke up from behind him.

"Welcome to the team. Did Wayne tell you what your role is? Or did he leave that up to you to figure out?" Finn turned around to see a red head boy about his age that he had never met before leaning against the wall behind him. The newcomer was wearing the same suit that Finn was wearing, though he had vials and extra pouches hanging from his waist and arms. "I'm the sorcerer. More like chemist really. The explosion was just some compact nitrogen in a glass orb that I heated up before throwing it in the air. It exploded right where I wanted it to."

"You have great timing too. Uh, my name is Finn and I was um, told I'm the leader…" Finn scratched the back of his neck, suddenly worried about how this teen will take the news.

"About time you joined us. Name's Philby." Philby held his hand out to shake. "Come on. If you like I can show you were we've been meeting up."

"Thanks. Wait…what do you mean by we?" Finn frowned, confused by the way Philby was referring to others.

"That's just the thing…you're the last one to get your item. Come on. This way!" Philby stepped ducked back into the alleyway. "Maybe you can help us finally figure out how to get out and in our homes after sundown without letting the enemy in."

"Wait? Didn't you all just stepped through the wall the first time?" Finn asked as he followed his new teammate to meet the rest of his teammates.

"You stepped through the wall!?" Philby froze, his foot resting on a fire escape rung.

"Um…yeah?" Finn blinked, suddenly wondering if he was missing something here.

"We need to get you back to the others…pronto." Philby began to climb up the fire escape route.

Finn shrugged before following him. This had to be the way to this hideout, right?

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"Everyone! Say hello to our new leader…Finn!" Philby called out to the abandoned warehouse, before there was a flicker of movement.

"Great…another white kid." A large African American boy lumbered into view.

Finn paled as he noticed that he had a large war hammer slung across his right shoulder. "Umm….hi there."

Philby slapped the taller boy on the arm. "This is Maybeck, our sentry."

"Come on…I'll introduce you to everyone." Philby dragged Finn further into the room. Lifting a hand up, he pointed to a gorgeous blonde that was hanging upside down from the railing that marked the edge of the old beat up catwalk. "That is Charlene, our archer." Finn noted the quiver full of arrows and the bow slung across her back. Philby dragged him over to where another girl, this one a brunette, was working with her GPS function on her gold watch. Finn tried his best not to pale upon seeing the army's worth of daggers and throwing knifes that covered her suit. "And this is our strategist, Willa."

"What's up?" Willa held her hand out for him to shake, a smile on her face.

"I'm doing good. Ok, I'm sorry…but I don't recognize any of you." Finn turned to face Philby.

Philby shrugged as he sat down on a dusty crate. "From what we can tell…none of us attend the same school. Maybe that was done on purpose."

"Great…so tell me what you know so far." Finn decided that he probably should act like the leader since the Item decided that he was the one that was supposed to be the leader.

A/N: Done! Thank you Brianna Rucks for favoriting…now if I can just get a few reviews and follows… yeah. Probably won't happen anytime soon. But you all do like this AU right? I'm not getting any thumbs downs out there?

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