Hey guys, I know I've been gone for awhile, but I totally have a valid excuse. Senior year is just keeping me extremely busy and the boy's basketball team at my school has made it to Playoffs, so I've been off cheering for that. But I swear I'll try and make it up to you.

Ok, so last time we chatted, Michael and the other two counters came to 2015 and make a big scene-warning the rowdies that they'd be attacking soon. Michael and Mickie were ready to fight, so wound up they could taste the fights.

Ok, so without further ado, let's make it do what it do-

-Mickie-

"Ok, so no more splitting up. Mickie, you're gonna have to move into the Professor's laboratory with me and Rory." Beck started devising his plan, forgetting that I'm a independent stubborn green in the process.

"No I don't."I retorted nonchalantly.

"Excuse me?" Beck snapped. I could see Rory stiffen from the corner of my eye.

"I don't have to move into Professor U.'s lab with you, and I won't." I looked up casually. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself."

"You've never had to go up against a counterpart before, Mickeal! This is a totally different situation." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me as though he was superior to me. "You're coming to the lab, captain's orders."

"Captain?" I choked out in a laugh. "You may be a red there, Becky boy, and you may be the 'leader' of the Rowdies in the public eye, but you are no captain. No over me." I placed a hand on my hip and smiled to more of a smart ass.

"Micke-"

"A counterpart is only as strong as we perceive and allow them to be." I cut him off. "Those band of idiots are just like any other monster we've fought and I'll be damned if I let that Micheal bitch beat me again. He caught me off guard last time, he won't again."

With that I turned around and started walking. I didn't bother flying or running or anything like that. I was tired, slightly tipsy, and wanted to go back to the Ruff house to catch some Zs. But of course, Beck being a red and all, Leader Boy had to grab my arm and start making more demands.

"Mickeal, you will listen to me as your Captai-"

"You're not a Captain, Beck!" I snapped, turning around in an angry green blaze. I was already at stage one of Code E, and if he pushed it he'd be getting it full force. "Dammit, Beck, look in a fucking mirror. You're not your grandparents. They were Captains, leaders, reds to the core. Your just a damn wannabe until you actually do something like a captain and this isn't the time to be playing role play."

"I'm tired, tipsy, and to be honest, really craving a fucking cheese-burger. If you keep pushing your luck, I'm going to pummel you until the chemical-X in your veins can't regenerate you." I could feel the faint buzzing of my electrical waves and I could taste it slightly.

"Mickie, you didn't have to-"

"No, Rory. He needed to hear it." I snapped at the now scared blue. "We all did. We are NOT our grandparents." It hurt to admit it, but it was the truth. I was a green through-and-through, but I would never be like Butch Wyatt or even close to being like BC, but I would never stop trying. I fight to push myself and to get stronger.

"I train day in and day out, until I collapse on the floor, can't breath, bleeding from every pore, and I can barely remember who the fuck I am. You," I pointed at Beck, "read books in your room, locking yourself away from everyone. And you," I turned my attention to the scared blue, "paint or play music or football. That's it, that's all you two do. I've never seen any of you train with your grandparents, have a play fight that turned into something more meaningful, or even ask them about all this. About this chapter of their lives."

"Beck, I know you reds see us Wyatts as the bronze and brainless. We're just a bunch of baboons playing around and making all kinds of havoc and noise. And, Rory, you blues see us as the humor, the armor, the body guards, and as listeners-which I thank you for, but you guys don't get it either. Us greens are loud and annoying and maybe to affectionate in public because we care and we see life as the one chance you get to really live. YOLO right? We'll we are also the determined, the brave, the loyal, and the ones that make the hardest decisions for everyone else."

"If you two want to be anything like your grandparents, I advice you to take a chapter out of the Wyatt/Green handbook. Because, between the three of us, I'm the closest one to being anything like the Original Six." I was huffing and a little hoarse by the end of my giant speech, but I was happy I finally said something. Beck looked peeved and Rory looked shocked. I felt bad that I made them feel so low, but they needed to hear it and I needed to finally say it. This whole situation (the new annoying thorns in my side, being thrown all the way back to 2015, and getting use to not being home) has made thing just more clear on the subject.

"Beck, you said I had no idea what I was going up against this time because Micheal's my counterpart. Well, I do know what I'm going against. I'm going against myself, a broken version of myself. He's my counterpart, I know exactly what he is, how he thinks, what he thinks, how he functions. You two are the ones who don't know what I'm going against. Only I can." I sighed. "Maybe it's time for you two to start understanding Blayze and Roami, and the only way to do that is to look within yourselves and to get advice from the original counterparts."

-Micheal-

HIM's old hell was abandoned and cold...no different from his new one. My room was the biggest of course-Butch Wyatt's old room. It was black and green, filled with exercise equipment, and his closet was nothing but old sweats, ripped up jeans, green and black t-shirts, and he even had a box off to the side of eyebrow rings and ear rings.

"Mikey, we're going out. Wanna join?" Roami, in the sluttiest outfit she could find, busted through my door without a knock or a "I'm coming in".

"No." I snapped.

"Why? It's night time, which means clubs and bars are so beyond packed." Roami licked her lips, probably thinking of what her knew victim would look like.

"I don't want to." I rolled my eyes.

"Why?" She raised a brow.

"Because I don't want to." I shrugged. "I'm going to get a good workout in and then hit the sack." I started pulling out my wallet and various items from my jean pockets.

"Oh come on, Mikey. Have a little fu-"

"I don't want to, Roami!" I snapped.

"Micheal, keep your voice down." Oh and here came little miss bitch to save the fucking day for Roami yet again.

"Blayze, stay out of this." I groaned.

"I am your captain and you will listen to me." She snapped and I laughed.

"Oh yeah, total Captain material, Blayze." I rolled my eyes. "'Let's go out and get wasted instead of stay in and train.' Yeah, some Captain."

I sat down on my bed and started wrapping my hands. Roami and Blayze were still standing there, waiting for me to say something else or for one of them to come up with a good enough comeback. I looked up at them and both looked astonished. I was the soldier boy. I took orders and never said anything back. Their perfect bronze-for-brains, kill-or-get-killed monster solider had just snapped back. I'd be shocked too.

"Shut the door on your way out." I nodded my head towards the wooden door and turned my attention back to wrapping my hands.

So, it was a shorty but we got to see the inner workings of the new comers. Micheal's a little wound up huh?

So, anyone out there that reads this I need some art done for it. I need visuals, but I want to see how you guys see everyone. So, please draw something and post it on and tag me in it. (Babycakes10)

Read and review and I'll see you next time.

Until next write-