A/N: It has been a while, but here is another chapter... So... yeah. Don't be to mad at me, I have been busy, finals are here, I have to get ready for college, (I'm only 13 bitches!), and my family is being as dramatic as ever. On the plus side though, volleyball, the devil's sport, ended... Yeah, read on, dear followers.

Chapter Six

?'s POV

Sitting behind the screens, watching the girl with striking blue hair creep closer to my trap, I let out a low chuckle. "The target approaches, just as I knew she would. That… partner of hers seems like a nuisance, when we catch them; make sure to dispose of him accordingly." I commanded, looking to my apprentice, he nodded.

My father had told me all through my childhood through big metal bars of a jail cell on how he was mistaken. How the Watchmen, more specifically Rorschach, had ruined his life by releasing his secrets into the world, causing a third World War and more death than he had planned. It had killed him and he wanted revenge, but what better revenge to play than ones who sided with Rorschach, who let it happen; Daniel.

"Yes sire, be right back sire." My servant, Oscar, responded, shuffling his scrawny and boney body out of my glowing room and into the darkness of the hallway.

Turning back to the screens, I looked at the girl with blue hair again; she was very pretty and looked very intriguing in her own way. My research had told me she was in high school, her parents were my father's best friend, Daniel, and the one girl he wanted but never had, Lori. My research also told me her name; Blossom Kovacs Dreiberg. Named after her mother's first pet, Daniel's best friend, and she acquired the last name of her father.

I watched silently, eyes fixed on Blossom, as she and her partner stealthily creeped across the grass under the cover of darkness and the trees far away from the Arch. I angled the camera to see her and her partner stop by a bush and look over the answer.

Blossom looked confused and said something to her partner who nodded, then to my surprise, disappeared. I smirked as I saw a floating knife and the almost unnoticeable face palm come from her on the fact that her partner's knife wasn't hidden. I smirked as Oscar came back in with my microphone in his hands, he held it out for me and I took it, patting his head.

He looked away, annoyed, but didn't say anything. "Good pet." I snickered, making him go red in the face and move away into the back of the room to wait further instruction. I moved my sights back to Blossom, she had obviously gotten her looks from her mother, but her mind came from her father. I concluded that by how she somehow expertly got her partner to come back by taking out a thin, almost unseeable, rope from a black bag tied around her waist, blending in with her all black outfit.

She used the rope to trap her partner's legs and yank him back. She whispered something to him, looking slightly worried and then, she seemed to catch hold of my camera from the street being pointed at them. She glowered at me through the screen and I smiled as she lifted her gun and shot the camera.

I smiled evilly at the static on the screen as the connection was lost. I clicked on the microphone, "engage." And with that, I watched from another screen to my right as a door fell from the arch and vehicles poured out, all following my order and take the blossom from the bastards that imprisoned my father.

"Don't worry, father, I will get revenge." I said distantly to myself, smiling a cruel smile, "all within my favor, of course."

Blossom's POV

I spotted the camera facing us and my face drained of all anger as I paled. How long had that been there looking at us?! Silently, without really thinking about it, I lifted my gun and shot the camera. The camera gave a small explosion as it broke. I don't think I heard a 'BANG' from the gun, but now was not the time to dwell on that matter. We had to leave, there wasn't anything really wrong here; this was a trap. Someone must have hacked our system or sent out a fake warning, dad would need to check that.

"Come on," I said in a strained voice, using his own knife to cut the rope around his legs and put it back into my bag. Even in haste you need to be careful, giving away your technology for study is not a smart idea if you want to be ahead of the game.

We took off running just as a loud roar came behind us. I glanced back to see cars and motorcycles fly out of an opening in the Arch that wasn't there before. We ran faster across the street, dodging cars when needed and ran into the alley hosting out tickets to safety. I hopped on my bike and it quickly roared to life. I flew out of the alley with Chameleon not too far behind me.

I was half tempted to use my nitrous as we entered the highway and swerved against the pending traffic. Chameleon's car had already blended into the surroundings, so he was fine. It was just me, swerving in and out of cars with the enemy close behind. Gun still in my hand I waited until I reached a less dense part in traffic before daring to turn around and shoot the tires out of the enemy car closest to me.

The car swerved dangerously before flipping and exploding into flames, taking a couple motorcycles with it in its fiery grave. That left about ten cars and five motorcycles chasing me left. Chameleon knocked out three of the cars using small explosives, making sure not to hit the panicking traffic surrounding us.

I saw a ramp leading off and decided to take it, there were patrol coming in and we had to leave before we got caught. Two patrol cars caught me in their headlights while I was going up the ramp and used their loud megaphones to screech out a warning for us to stop. I'm sure Chameleon would find a way, seeing he could always fit his one-seater car through the small opening on the bridge where the road met dirt then met a metal fence.

I picked up my speed and threw all my body weight into the jumped as I did a "bunny hop" on my bike, landing on the top of a squad car and breaking the glass in the front of the car. I quickly caught my balance on the motorcycle as it dropped down onto the actual bridge, startling the patrol near me.

The patrol looked too shocked or angry to really do anything as I was there one second then speeding off the next. I glanced behind me to see the enemy cars swerve so that they didn't hit the patrol cars and kill more people, while the motorcycles that could have followed me, stopped due to the traffic of cars in front of them.

With the diversion at hand, I took my opportunity to get home safely, having a feeling at Chameleon would have a lot to say about it when we did. I'm sure dad would have figured it out sooner as well if his buddy hadn't appeared from the dead. That'll teach me to help strangers, even if the keep my skateboard from dying due to the never ending flow of cars.

"That was close…" I said to myself, sparing a glance back to check to make sure that the others hadn't gotten passed the patrol and back to following me. "Whew…" I let out a satisfied sigh, there was definitely something at the Arch, and we just had to find out what that something was and I knew just who to ask to find out.

A/N: Ah, the suspense! I'll kill you with it because it will be another long time before I can even update! I'm serious, I've tried to post this, but everytime, EVERYTIME, something pops up so I have to leave and my computer crashes while I'm gone. I am sorry. But not to the point where I will beg my readers to stay, seeing as reading this is all your choice.

Answers:

1) Hell, Nights Plutonian Shore = Hell. I did use it in a sentence and I got a high five because I blew the sixth grader's mind with my vast knowledge of curse words. And who said vocabulary was for nerds?

2) There was confusion on this, I don't see how it was confusing. But, anyway, what it meant was would you feel safer if your family was protecting you or a stranger, that was the jist. My answer was a stranger, then I know what I can and can't do, instead of worrying about one of my dickheaded uncles going out on the battlefield and getting killed. I also feel more comfortable with strangers...

Alright, review, comment, favorite, follow, you know... the good stuff that adds on icing to the cake, the filling to the pie, the colors to the rainbow and a bunch of other sayings... Just do one or more of the suggested and you make a happy author. Night.