Okay, so I couldn't get the story done by the time school started. And sorry to say, I'm pretty busy now, so it may take some time. But as it turns out after this chapter, there will be two more chapters after three. I might be able to finish by the middle of September at the most. If not, you've every right to shoot me. Yay! And gratia plenta to my reviewers; you are my literary caffeine.

Jenny's POV (as most of the times usual)

I woke up against a cold metallic floor. I know some of the facility had something like this but not as bad. Maybe B.O.B. and I got in trouble for dancing around Phyllis' bonfire. Man, that would be something. I didn't see the familiar grey I was used to seeing every morning for the past four years. As much as I've hated that color for much longer than that, it became a definite sign that I was where I belonged. I sat up and nearly screamed at what I saw.

"What on-" I heard Doc whisper. It was hard to say whose eyes were wider.

"Really, Bennett." I grumbled. "Since when did you teleport people?"

"Not since I got a cockroach head fifty-two years ago." He answered. "And don't call me Bennett." Everybody started waking up.

"Wise guy. What about monsters?"

"No, I haven't teleported monsters yet."

It all reminded me of the spaceship I went up into four years ago. No electricity was used, which was odd. Torches and oil were the only lighting, and levers and pulleys were the only ways to open doors. It was like being inside an extra-terrestrial fairy tale.

I looked over at the others. Phyllis and Elijah laid down separately. Susan laid about fifteen feet from us. Link slept on his side with his arm around Liv. Thank God Monger wasn't here to see that. I turned around and jumped. Monger was here too. Who'd ever thought that he was a loud snorer?

B.O.B. just woke up and kissing a good morning on everyone's heads. He finally realized where he was. He gasped and grabbed me close like a security blanket.

"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." He whimpered.

"That's Dorothy, B.O.B." Doc corrected. "Estimating by the size of this place, wherever we are would be too small for Insectosaurus."

Phyllis opened her eyes a few times and froze for a second. "Oh, God, no." She muttered.

"'Oh, God, no', what?" B.O.B. asked. She didn't answer.

Monger sat up and popped his back. He snapped to it when he realized where he was and who was holding his date. "My God, what happened?" He gaped, rubbing his head like he was having a hangover. None of us knew what to say.

"Oh, no." Elijah squeaked like he just broke a set of dishes. "They caught us."

Link, Liv, and Susan woke up. "Whuz fur breh-fast?" The fish-man asked.

Susan analyzed the place with a little wonder. "This looks like a primitive version of Gallaxhar's ship." She remarked.

"Hm, yes." Liv agreed, feeling calm about the whole situation. "This culture's been a medieval type, using only their electricity for fueling the ship. We're caught again, right?"

"What do you think?" Phyllis snapped.

A deep voice started chuckling. Out of darkness crawled an alien. He was too similar to the one we encountered at Tierra del Fuego. The only difference was he was a long grey cape.

"After two tries of getting you back," He began. "We finally did it."

"You mean back at Tierra del Fuego and Modesto?" Link growled. "That was you?"

The overlord smiled wickedly. "It's good to see you again. Ah, the Rebel! Good girl keeping your uniform on."

"Do us a favor and shut your twisted, trashy trap!" Phyllis snarled. A jolt from the end of his rod hit her in the gut. The young woman fell to the ground and glared at the alien.

"What do you want with us?" Liv yelled.

"I wanted to take you back in where you belong." He answered. "You three were our only resources left, so I figured taking your little friends along with you would do us good.

"Rebel, or 7411, we took you away six years ago from all you knew-"

"All I knew was taken away five years before that, you pig." Phyllis interrupted.

"Whatever! We used your powers to fuel our ship and as a training tool for our warriors." He turned to Elijah. "6915, your mother and father became my captives before your birth. When we found your real father wasn't a mutant, we executed him on the spot. Your mother married another mutant a few months before his death. A few days after your birth, as your little fairy godmother may have told you, your mother died. As you may recall, we never used you because of your young age and left you in the cages with the others.

"0081, one of our first captives, you were taken away from Earth sixty-three years ago in the Earth's year 1951." Monger's eyes widened. His monster program began the year before. "You may have been useless but we used your abilities as a mutant for an example of how to deal with the kinds of your sort.

"Now the rest of you know their stories. A giant woman. A fish ape. A blob. A cockroach man. An invisible girl. An old man. I can't wait to see how your stories go." He turned to a clutter of guards. "Take them away!"

We found ourselves in these rusty cages. Watched like hawks by dozens of guards. Locked tight with the key thrown away. Even Susan couldn't bust through them, they were so strong. We knew we monsters had a good chance of survival in all of us. Monger, who in any wasn't a monster, didn't have so much of one. We may have thought of him as one for locking us up, but still, he refused to let us go to an even worse fate.

Elijah was pretty shocked at the story of his past. He knew his mother had died, but the situation with his father was unknown until now. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked Liv.

"Because I believed your life was already a mess and I didn't want to throw another weight on you." Liv answered. "I hope you forgive me." The coyote boy snuggled up in security against his surrogate mother's side.

I finally realized in the prison cells around us that they contained dead bodies. B.O.B. shuddered and slid closer to my side. "Where did they come from?" He asked.

"They've been here for some time." Liv replied. "Some for the past sixty-three years; some barely a few months ago."

"Oh my goodness," Elijah gasped. "That's Eva and Robin." He pointed to a little girl with devil horns and tail, an imp probably, wrapped inside the bat wings of a girl about Phyllis' age.

"Starvation and some cholera." Liv added. "Robin got sick, and Eva gave up her food scraps to keep her alive. Eva died three days after Robin did."

"None of the bodies seemed to have decayed." Doc noted. "Maybe the air we breath now is similar to ours but doesn't let anything decay or grow mold."

"Heck," Link muttered. "Now I'm thankful for being put in monster prison." Liv smirked and held a large finger.

"B.O.B., you can slide right through those bars. And even if those soldiers catch you, they can't kill you." I told my friend.

"Will you make it too?" He asked me. I shook my head. He frowned as he saw my braces shaking no. "Then I'll stick with you."

Monger stared at a distant wall. Despite the hopeless look he had, the glare on his face showed us he wasn't ready to give up. He turned his head toward Elijah, Phyllis, and Liv.

"How'd y'all get out?" He asked them.

"Well, we knocked out the two security guards and hacked the wooden security system." Liv answered. "We also used our abilities to cut down anyone in our path." Susan stared at a series of fluorescent lights dotting about a screen like an arcade game.

"He lied to us!" She exclaimed. "He said the only reason for electricity was their fuel."

Phyllis smirked. "I guess we were that bad when we escaped. It hasn't always been electric."

"Yep!" Elijah agreed proudly. "Sean and Phyllis tore the whole thing apart." Phyllis looked daggers at him at the mention of "Sean."

"And that's a long story." Susan guessed. We were all silent for about five minutes, the only noises being distant aliens and heavy sighs. Doc looked over at the security screen, and his antennae perking up when he noticed a series of outlets below.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Monger grumbled. "We aren't gettin' out."

"Maybe we are!" The scientist let out a wild laugh. "B.O.B., can you stick your hands through those bars and touch those outlets?"

"We can't get out!" The blob yelled. "And I'm not leaving Billie." He clung onto my arm like a security blanket. "I'm not budging."

Doc sighed at B.O.B.'s stubborness. His antennae curled in a deep thought and shot up with a solution to his problem. "Phyllis!" The blond turned her head toward him. "I've an idea. I can stick my antennae through those bars into those outlets, you can hold me by my feet, and I can tell you how much electricity you need to apply. Alright?"

"Not a bad idea, garbage gut." She smirked and walked toward the screen and outlets. Doc laid facedown and stretched his antennae into , and Phyllis held his feet by the tip of his shoes.

Link started laughing. "I can just see it." He whispered. "Phil taking of his shoes and tickling him."

"In a way, that's what's happening." Liv agreed. "Only it's like picking locks." In about twenty seconds, the screen turned green, and the prison door slid open.

"How did you do that?" Doc asked. "It would've taken us fifteen minutes."

"Been there, done that 'cause Phyllie knows everything." Phyllis said smugly. She, Liv, and Elijah ran to the door, and we followed from behind. "No! You're staying here. We more about this place than you do."

"Don't fret, you guys," Elijah comforted. "We'll call you through the PA system once we get near the exit. We'll be okay." The three vanished out of sight.

"Now what?" B.O.B. asked.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes...

"Okay, gang!" Elijah's voice sounded throughout several speakers. "The coast is clear. Just a left turn and a quick right after three portals and-" Static filled the silence.

"Well, let's take that." Link said. We took the directions given us but didn't see us.

"Great!" I supressed.

"Hey! We're over here!" We heard the familiar voice cry.

"This way!" Susan commanded, leading us to the gate to the right. We followed her and found our three friends standing in harm's way. No seriously. Standing in the way of an extra-terrestial stampede.

"What on..." Monger gaped. "What's this all about, monsters?"

"They chased Eli-I mean Coyosapien around like hunting dogs with a fox."Liv yelled over the sound of fleeting tentacles. "They now know they're going to die if they get out."

"Die?" Monger repeated.

"I may have set the ship to self-destruct." Doc whimpered.

"Again?" Link asked. "Holy, you're trippy."

"Well, let's not waste time!" I yelled. We ran away from the armada towards the entry to the exits. The next thing B.O.B. was carrying me like a quarterback with a football to a touchdown.

"Hang on!" He told me. "I gotcha and I'm gonna get us out here!"

"I hope..." I muttered.

Phyllis' POV

Although I was a mere sidekick under Liv's direction, I felt solely responsible for that clutter of heartless buffoons chasing us. I've been in scarier situations, but my heart beat rapidly in my throat.

Liv was running with Link and Monger. Susan and Doc ran on their own. Elijah's hand was locked in mine; there was no way I was letting go of him.

I heard a whirring above us. We were only fifty feet away from the final gate. I looked up and found what seemed to be too familiar. Worst of all, that circular cage was above Elijah and coming down. I dove to my right, knocking him over. I groaned as my head hit what felt like a thick glass wall. Elijah looked at me, his eyes full of fear.

"Go on! Go on!" I yelled as loud I could. "You, Liv, and the others still have the chance!" He nodded his head and tried to make it with the others.

Another cage fell over Liv. Monger and Link tried to see if they could make it through and set her free. It was now Susan, Elijah, and Doc. Another case surrounded the coyote boy.

Everything stopped.

Everyone stopped.

It was all over.