II – VI

Scars

Hannah lay on her bed, starring at the bright stars on her ceiling. "Projection, off." Hannah ordered. Her ceiling changed into a plain white ceiling and she closed her eyes. It's been three years since Chaos was defeated, and things were going smoothly. With Halloween gone, the army had begun a new program to protect the magical creatures, and took down the two organizations that hunted the magical creatures: The Neo-Huntsclan and a shady organization known as the 'Gardeners'. "Even with three years, some wounds just never seem to heal…" Hannah said, remembering Dan and all the time they had spent together. She had finally faced the fact that he was gone, but she still sensed his presence in the shadows… like he was watching her every move. It was kind of creepy, but she always ignored it. "Love does strange things to people," she reassured herself. "He's gone, and that's that… right?" She asked herself. She never knew why she did that… why she asked herself questions she knew she couldn't answer… it was just a strange habit she had gained over the years. "I should get some sleep," She told herself. She glanced at her ancient Grandfather Clock. 2:20 am. "I should do less thinking and more sleeping." She said. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. As she did, a lump formed in her wall, in the shape of a human. When it seemed sure she was sleeping, it disappeared, and left a gold locket on her desk across from her bed.

… … … … …

In Central Park, a cloaked being blasted holes all over the ground, as if it were looking for something. It removed the cloak from its head as a cop ran toward it, a gun in hand. It turned him, revealing it had no face. "What is this thing?"

"You're worst nightmare." A strange voice echoed in the cop's head. "Th, that voice! D, dad?" The cop asked. "You died 10 years ago!" The blank face morphed into the cop's father and grinned.

"The termination begins!" The cop's father's mouth opened wide and a blast of fire reduced the street and everything on it to ash. Hannah walked around the corner just in time to see the man burn everything to the ground, and morphed into a dragon after realizing what she was up against.

"Yang Jake?" The man turned and faced Hannah, who was standing before him in dragon form.

"You…! You are not worthy to speak that name!" Hannah was surprised when she saw the man's face.

"You're an old man!"

"An old man that's about to slay an annoying dragon!" two swords appeared in the old man's hands. "These ancient swords were made to slay any dragon that got in the way of the original Huntsclan… crafted by the original Huntsman himself. I am the original Huntsman's apprentice, and I will finally slay my first dragon!"

"This could be trouble!" Hannah flew out of the old man's path as he dashed toward her. In a building close by, the same lump that formed on Hannah's wall watched the two. Hannah vigorously parried and returned every move pulled by the former Huntsclan member, making the figure begin to break away from the building.

"My other half was forced to work with this weakling?" The two stopped fighting. They looked at the strange human like imprint in the building as it broke free of its prison and approached the two warriors, the bricks and stone falling off of its body as it did.

"No way!" Hannah yelled. "D, Dan?"

"Go away, Hannah. I'll handle this myself." Dan said. Negative energy began to accumulate in Dan's right hand, forcing the old man to step backward in fear. "Go!" Hannah flew away, as Dan annihilated the old man and what was left of the block with his powerful blast, which knocked Hannah out of the air with its immense force.

… … … … …

Yang Jake pulled and pulled on his chains, but they wouldn't break. "Its close…" The ghost of the old man killed by Dan floated toward Yang Jake and was absorbed by him. "Another wicked soul… excellent." As the soul entered his body, his muscles grew larger and his teeth sharper, until they were like a vampire's. "That's right 'heroes'… fuel me… give me more souls… return them to their father! Soon, my new world will come into fruition, and darkness shall rule all." Yang Jake glanced at a steel door floating in nothingness, the same way his chains were. There was banging and clawing at the door, along with whining. "Soon my children. Soon. Once I obtain enough souls, you shall be freed. Our day is coming. Wako, enter." An 8-foot tall clown appeared in Yang Jake's domain, with a glass, frowning clown mask covering his face and long red hair. His top hat had orange triangles around the center and the edges were made with steel, able to slice through anything. His legs were covered in ammo and he had long arms with sharp claws for hands. "Your true self has died… killed by a group of heroes. With him gone, you may enter into any world you choose."

"I choose to enter your world, master. I will help you in any way I can." Yang Jake grinned.

"Good choice. No go, go and slay those meddlesome dragons!"

"Yes Master." Wako took a bomb out of nowhere and ate it. As it exploded, he was blasted into Jake's world. He grinned beneath his mask. "Let the terror begin. Now, to lure them to me the same way I did with those meddling teens."

To Be Continued…

Anyone who has read my story Shattered Hearts will know Wako the maniac clown/ringmaster. And the 'meddling teens' and 'group of heroes' Yang Jake and Wako refer to are the Teen Titans, which I do not own.