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Ch: 4
Under Construction

The two girls wait patiently for Libby's mom while Sasha continues to whip up some soup. They keep glancing out the window to see what exactly is going on. Each time they look out, they see a whirlwind of random things flying around. Some things swap places, merge together, or are completely demolished or thrown to the side. What Nissa, er, 'Brooke', was doing, was completely unknown. It made absolutely no sense to them, of course, they didn't know the story of this little girl. Scarcely any people were outside, and if they were, they were dodging flying objects for their life, running, evading, jumping, diving, and ducking for cover, regretting being outside. Of course, 'Brooke' didn't give enough time for everyone to get her message, so, it was slightly unfair.

Anyway, back to the characters who watch doom befall Retroville. After viewing the situation outside, Libby began to fear for her mother. But, all terrified emotions were drained when she saw her mom huff and gasp for air as she darted into the house. Cindy was, too, happy that no injuries visible were accounted for.

"Sasha!" Libby's mom shouted. "Would you mind if we stayed here until all that outside is done?"

Sahsa looked down at the pot below... she'd have to make more soup. "That'll be fine!" she replied in her I'm-better-than-you tone.

"Okay..." Libby said, "My mom came here for no reason then!"

As Libby's mom entered the kitchen to help Sasha, Cindy stated, "Well, at least she knows you're safe and all."

Libby nodded. Silence swept the house for a couple minutes. After looking out the window once more, Libby queried, "Cindy, can't ya, like, do something?"

Cindy shrugged her shoulders and answered, "Depends on what she can do, which, we can't see much from this view."

"Losing grip! Fingers slipping! Hurry, Jimmy!" Sheen exclaimed upward.

"Yes, please! I don't want to fall into the ocean! Who knows what kind of bacteria are in there!" Carl also shouted. Jimmy kept his grim look, he couldn't go any faster, but, shore was just ahead, so, if Carl fell, there wouldn't be a problem... unless he can't tread water, which he can.

Shortly after that brief conversation, they reached the sandy beaches. After a moment's hesitation, Sheen burst, "That was fun, let's do it again!" Jimmy stared blankly at him as he started walking while Sheen inquired, "What?"

"Where ya going, Jim?" Carl asked.

Jimmy answered, "Heading to Retroville, we should start moving. Unfortunately, at our walking rate, by the time we get home, Nissa..."

"Brooke," Sheen corrected, following Jimmy but not looking at him.

"Whatever," Jimmy rolled his eyes. "By the time we get home, she'll most likely be done transforming Retroville."

Sheen stopped walking and went into thought. After pondering, he caught up with the two and wondered, "Hey, guys, did you realize that Brooke was really nice and polite when talking to us?"

Carl nodded and Jimmy replied, "No, I didn't notice."

"Well, maybe she'll be kind enough to have an Ultra Lord theme park in Retroville! That'd be so cool!" Enthusiasm wasn't shared with the other two until Sheen brought out, "If she's nice enough, maybe she'll even let you have your own llama, Carl!" That's when excitement was being passed around like chocolate chip cookies. But, Jimmy retained his not so thrilled attitude.

"Do any of you guys have money for a bus ride?" Jimmy asked, hoping that someone does. But, to his dismay, both shrug their shoulders. 'This is going to be a very long walk,' thought Jimmy.

Nissa... I mean, Brooke remains on the piece of tar as she hums a melodious tune to herself, delighted at what lay before her... or, what's going to lay before her in the future. First, she'd establish the capitol of the world here in Retroville, the city that payed her much kindness, then, she'd go from there. Rebuilding the world the way she'd always dreamed of seeing it: ponies, and pink and... naw, I'm just kidding. She actually hasn't quite decided on how it'll look, she figured she'd just do things randomly and hope it looks good. (Oh! Just so you know what she'd be talking about when referring to the 'gravitational gloves', they are now called 'Levitae', kinda fusing 'levitate' with something, she just thinks it sounds cool.)

"What will I do next with the Levitae?" 'Brooke' pondered aloud, wondering what her next act shall be. "Maybe I'll break Granddad out of jail and put him in a zoo or something! Yea, I think that's what I'll do." She swung her legs, anticipating the completion of the capitol to cage Professor Calamitous.

Thirty minutes later:
"How long does it take to rebuild a city?" Brooke exclaimed in confusion and anguish. "How am I ever going to get this done?" She was now on the road, strutting back and forth. "Well," she smirked, "Not doing anything won't get it done faster!" Her attitude then changed and she went back to working but, yet not working.

The first building that was 'remodeled' was town hall, which was now three stories tall and a teal color. No, that wasn't going to be her abode, it would be a grocery store. Althouh it was teal, it had a sort of evil look to it, well, it was bordered with black and dark navy colors, which, she was pleased with. I'll skip a few buildings to describe her castle which she'd rule from. And it literally looked like a castle. It was the dark navy color we discussed about earlier on the grocery store. The building that was there before her castle, was the school, which was now about five stories high and had a big sign on it that read, 'Evil Tyrant, Brooke'. Weird, yes, most likely she wanted people to know of her villainy... or her attempt of villainy.

You may be asking, 'Where did she get the extra concrete, wood, etc. to enlarge the buildings?' Well, you may not ask that, but, she used the parts of other buildings to rearrange and build onto other buildings. Buildings that were used for this were unimportant small shops, like, Dummies-R-Us. (Poor, poor Hugh.)

Back to Brooke! She sat back on the floating piece of tar pointing her hands in all sorts of directions (her thumb pointing to the piece of tar to keep her afloat). Multiple times she nearly drifted off into slumber, but, she caught herself. The civilians running around and squealing was irritating to her, but, she made sure not to hurt anyone... that could give her bad rep, plus, she really didn't want to harm anyone... except her 'rotten ol' Granddad'! That's what she called him.

"Okay, two thirds of the city done... within 24 hours!" Brooke merrily exclaimed. "I'll finish tomorrow." At that, she went to her castle and looked around the very vacant building, but, she found a bedroom and lay in a bed she took from a furniture store.

"This is so boring! ...no offense, Cindy," Libby quickly stated.

"I don't blame you, it is very monotonous..." Cindy replied.

Libby said as she got off from sitting on the bed, "Okay, girl, let's stick to simple, easy to follow words, please, before you say something I really don't understand."

"Sorry, Libbs," Cindy apologized then corrected, "I don't blame you, it is very boring... happy?"

Libby nodded and sat back down on the bed. Then, a thought ran through her mind, "Cindy! Can't you just tackle the girl or something? I mean, you were rampaging through Retroville before, taking down bad guys! You can take on her!"

"Well, I'll figure out if I can or not after I see what's going on outside," Cindy lamented, "And we can't go outside!"

The friend urged again, "C'mon! You could just stand on the roof real quick!"

"Fine!" Cindy shouted, surrendering, hoping it would quiet her friend. She opened the window, and amazingly maneuvered her way up the wall and on the top of the roof. The direction she was facing looked the same... apparently this was the third that wasn't done yet. But when she turned around, it was completely different! Her jaw dropped as far down as possible as her eyes beheld a very dark and gloomy city. No pollution, thankfully, just very dark colors of navy, black... and teal? Anyway, it just screamed 'crazy' and 'evil', on account of the very bold printing on the castle that wasn't too far away that said 'Evil Tyrant, Brooke'.

Cindy climbed back down into her room. "Well?" Libby was itching for an answer.

"I can't quite explain it... all I can say is, it's not good," Cindy stated then sat down in a chair, pondering.

Me: Hi! Sorry it took so long to update, been busy! Anyhoo, please review! And if you do, please no cussing or indication of cussing and flames are accepted here, thank you!