Brea and I were hanging out at the arcade since early this morning, and the time we left was at 2:56 PM. We won a short arcade tournament and got $60 as the reward, making her overly excited as we finally left, but then another event involving the gems, myself, and others happened again. After everything I've been through this past year, I can't say that I didn't expect it.

As I walked out of the arcade with Brea, I noticed Brea was dancing behind me with a gigantic smile and with the cash in her hand. She was shaking her hands in the air as she was swaying her body left and right, making a complete fool of herself, but neither of us cared in the end. She was too happy about the money we earned just by playing games.

"All in a day's work!" Brea said aloud.

"Is that so?" I said as I looked at the busy road.

"$60 bucks, 30 for both of us, says so!" She blurted out with excitement as she continued to dance and walk.

"Sure" I said as we entered the alley we usually step in to take a break. "So what will you do with your half?"

"Umm… I was gonna by some jewelry, but maybe not" She said as she stopped dancing and handed me 30 bucks and then shuffled through her money, "Maybe I can get a new game"

"Is jewelry not your thing anymore?" I asked, "You usually hang out there to speak with Dean or to get something for yourself"

"No, no no no, I still like jewelry. It's just that the shop— Actually, I'm just getting a game" I heard her hesitate for a moment when she directed her mind on getting a game. She looked away and scratched the back of her head as she made a fake grin.

She's hiding something. I thought to myself.

Now that I think about it, my Dad hasn't mentioned how he started to fix my schedule for work hours ever since I came back, kind of like he's been avoiding the subject of work entirely, and the route to the shop has been blocked for a while. The more I stared at Brea, the more uneasy she became. She began to think one thought over and over again very quickly: I can't say, I can't say, I can't say, I can't say, I can't say, I can't…

"So what happened at the shop while I was gone for a while?" I asked, "You sound as if you know something serious about it"

"Um…Why did your hair turn white when you returned from the 'islet' you mentioned? You totally never said that!" She began to ramble many subjects so quickly that I couldn't understand a word of it. Her face turned bright red. "I'M NOT WEIRD! YOU ARE! NO GIGANTIC HAMMERS WERE INVOLVED!"

I stared at Brea oddly as she began to sweat uncontrollably and breath hard and loudly. The two words "Gigantic hammers" made me really curious about what happened, considering that I only knew one person who wields such a thing. She looked everywhere other than my direction with her eyes wide open. I shrugged my shoulders.

"You know, you're right. No gigantic hammers were involved. I know that much" I said as she turned to face me again. "It would be foolish of me to believe so"

She took deep breaths as she calmed down. "Y-yeah, none were, I told you that"

I reached out my hand in the form of a handshake. "Want to forget about this?"

"Yeah," She finally calmed down, "I do"

She shook my hand as I stared into her eyes. She began to speak quickly again.

"You know, I thought you didn't like handshakes" She said as she continued to shake my hand, "I mean, the only reason why you would grab someone else's hand was to see their-WAIT A SEC!"

Got you… I thought to myself. The past cannot hide from me. Our eyes glowed a bright white as I looked into her past. At first, it seemed normal, Brea speaking to other guy who worked there, Dean, as she looked around. But it all changed a few moments after she bumped into that mysterious woman.

I saw a person with a gigantic hammer appear, but she looked nothing like Bloodstone. She wore a dark purple leather jacket, like her hammer, and the hammer was spiked, like a gigantic mallet. If she was Bloodstone, she would have also recognized Brea from their encounter when Brea and I encountered the corrupted Ruby being a spider. She didn't pull that hammer out of her forearm, but her shoulder. I saw the vision in first-person, so before I could get a better look at the person who completely destroyed the shop, Brea turned away from her and ran away. This person wasn't who I thought it was, but it's clear that she's another gem.

I let go of Brea's hand to stop seeing through her memories. I couldn't make sense of anything that happened other than seeing that woman destroy my shop. Her gem looked purple, but I couldn't really tell what it was through Brea's memories. Brea shook her head to gain focus, and then she slapped me. I covered my cheek and continued to give her the blank stare I usually give people.

"Jerk! That was uncalled for!" She shouted.

"You know this is something of importance, and I needed to know what happened" I said.

"I relived that moment again!" Brea said as she was about to smack me a second time.

Before the back of her hand could touch me, I grabbed her forearm to catch the strike. However, something was off. I felt something solid there, probably her watch. Brea instantly jerked her arm away from me and placed her arms behind her back. She made a fake cough and looked away.

"So, it's 3:00, yeah? What should we do?" Brea asked as she looked at me.

I was about to continue to question her about the day the jewelry shop was destroyed, but I decided to drop it. "We went to the arcade, grabbed a bite or two in between," I said aloud as I thought, "You know, maybe we should get a new game"

"'ey, what're you doin' here boi?" Someone else in the alley asked, "Dis is au turf"

Brea and I turned to see who was there. There were three teenagers in the alley other than us. They wore hoods, had leather gloves, one had a switchblade ready, they were here for trouble. They walked over to us with grins or a sadistic look in their eye.

"Psst, Mike, I thought this was the empty alley as usual" Brea whispered to me.

"It is" I whispered back, "It's the only one near the arcade"

"Wot, talkin' 'bout us?" The first one asked with a questionable and terrible accent.

"I say we teach them a lesson, boss" The second and tall one suggested.

"Unless they give us some cash they just won at the arcade" The fourth one, the one with the scar and a deep voice, said as he walked towards me. "$60 bucks and you're free to leave"

"Forget that, I don't even know who you are" Brea rejected as a no-brainer. "I don't lend money to anyone"

"Boss always gets what he wants" The tall one said as he stepped forward.

"Yeah, now 'and i' over, me fair lass" The accented one said as he stepped forward. I think he said 'hand it over'

The tall one pointed his switchblade at Brea as the accented one pushed her back with one hand. Before Brea fell, I caught her and got her steady on her feet. The three people laughed and advanced. I shook my head and stepped forward.

"Brea, we'll meet up later" I said.

"Wait, you're asking me to leave?" She asked as she puffed her cheeks.

"No, I'm telling you to leave" I answered. "Things are gonna get pretty ugly. Uglier than that guy's accent"

Brea ran off reluctantly as I stared down the leader with my arms crossed. The leader of the pathetic excuse of a gang laughed as his two lackeys stood next to him with his arms crossed.

"Get 'Brea' and all of her money" He ordered. "I don't care if she dies"

"Got it, sir" The accented one said as he ran to catch Brea.

Before he could run past me, I swept his legs with a kick and made his face hit the concrete ground first. He slowly got up, but then I pressed my foot on the back of his head and made him unable to breath. I stared at the others with a glare. The tall guy was obviously intimidated as the leader stared back at me.

"This can end two different ways, kid" The leader said to me. "We get the money, and you get the hell out of here, or you and your friend die"

"You know I can see the future right? I just don't like it because it's always a hazy vision" I answered as I pressed on the accented guy's head. "There's a chance one of you dies, another chance we get arrested, and either way, you guys get beaten up, possibly die from a knife that I don't have, and not get the money you'd want"

"A load of crap" The leader insulted.

"Talking about that guy's accent?" I asked as I stomped on the accented kid's head to make sure he stays on the ground for a good minute. "Totally a load of crap"

"Me bleeding nose!" The accented one said with his voice muffled by the ground. "You broke me bleeding nose!"

I stomped on the back of the person's head a second time and made the man fall unconscious. The taller person glared at me as I stared at him with my blank expression, which kind of scared him that he couldn't scare me. The leader of that gang, with fear, pushed the taller person forward towards me without notice, making the tall guy off-guard, so I punched him in the stomach and walked past him. The punch was so hard that he stood for a few seconds with his hands on his stomach before falling to the ground. The leader backed away from me and to the wall behind him. While the leader was backed into the wall behind him, I took out both of my guns and pointed it at him.

"You are pathetic, you know" I said to them, "I'm starting to believe that you're not a gang at all"

"Hey, who's pathetic here?" The leader asked as he smiled.

I looked into his thoughts to see while he was smiling, revealing his plan. This robot kid thinks he's everything, doesn't he? I mean, he didn't even notice that A's right behind him-

I was about to turn around to stop the other attacker, but before I could stop him, I was punched across the face with a brass knuckle, one of the most painful things to be punched with. I fell to the ground and covered my left cheek, pretty sure it was damaged or broken, one of the two. I saw the accented kid standing over me with his brass knuckles and the leader with his switchblade. The leader raised his switchblade and thrusted it down the same time the accented kid threw a punch at me. I thought I was done for, but this wasn't the first time I thought it was...

But suddenly, two gray daggers appeared over me and blocked both of their weapons before they could land on me. The two gang members were startled, so they jumped back. I saw a person appear over me as if she was invisible the entire time. She had her back turned, so I couldn't see her face. She had white, spiky hair and wore pants and casual clothing, kind of like me but not.

"Hey, who're you!?" The leader shouted in fear.

"..." The person didn't respond.

She vanished and reappeared behind the leader and held a dagger to his neck. The accented guy tried to punch her while she was open, so she turned with the leader and used him as a shield. The leader was knocked out and his jaw was broken by that one punch, so the woman threw his body at the accented guy. The accented guy was caught off guard and was headbutted in the nose by the unconscious leader, and he began to cover his nose because it was still damaged from when I stomped on the back of his head into the floor. When he crouched down, the woman vanished and reappeared behind him to stab him in the back. The accented person cried out in pain as he stood up straight, and then he fell to the ground.

I read the thoughts of the accented person, and none of them were positive. No, no no no! I can't die now, I can't! My..my eyes can't stay open and I...can't...breathe!.. After those words, his thoughts stopped. He exhaled longly as the daggers disappeared from his back. The woman vanished, grabbed my guns and put them in my pockets, and then reappeared in front of me. She grabbed my shoulder and became invisible again, and when I tried to shake my arm free, I noticed my arm was gone too.

"Freeze!" Someone shouted from the entrance of the alley.

That person was a police officer, and he had his gun pointed at the end of the alley. He swiftly turned to the left and the right of the alley to find anyone, but he saw no one except for a beat up person, a dead person, and an unconscious person. He placed his gun into his holster and reached for the walkie-talkie strapped to his chest.

Before I heard him say anything, I felt the woman jump high while still grabbing me onto the flat rooftop near the alley and far from the cops. I landed on my feet and knelt down. She let go of my arm and reappeared, and so did I. I placed my guns in my pockets and looked up to the woman. She had long, straight hair and a gray hoodie with some black jeans. She stared at me with one hand in her pocket.

"You...you're Michael Kuudama" She stated.

"Um...yeah" I said as I stood up, "I can't say I know anything of you other than your a gem?"

"...Kind of a gem" She said as she rolled up her sleeves. On her forearms were two gray gems that were familiar to me by now even though I've only seen them a few times: Fluorites.

Okay, too many things are happening. Gangs attacking, an actual death that I had witnessed, and to top it off, someone who's most-likely to be fluorite. I knew I shouldn't have been gone for too long…

Notes from the authors:

Mike: We're back after a while, I guess.

Khan: Sorry for the wait, everyone! Owner of this account was a bit upset recently for a personal reason, so we couldn't post stuff for a long while.

Damon: We'll sort of be back on for a while even though we have school things, so yeah. And not to forget, we would like a review of some kind to see if this is likeable so far if it isn't too much to ask, you know? Just sayin..

Mike: Alright, everyone, keep writing and reading.