Four Stories Later
Memories

Vincent slashed away vicously at the wall of ice. While the ice was thick, it was still chipping and it wouldn't be long before the bear could simply shatter it and reach Kenny himself. Kenny was scared, his whole life he'd been tortured with death, but he'd finally had enough. He decided, he was going to live. Determination overcame him, he was going to survive this, he was going to live. Just as this was finally decided in his mind the ice wall around him changed. The once perfect square morphed into many floating daggers of ice! Kenny was confused, but he had no time to think. Vincent found an opening inbetween the blades of ice and was going to make a final strike.

Suddenly the ice daggers blasted forward, destroying anything they came in contact with. Metal from the playground not far away was sliced through, and plants were destroyed. Vincent was bleeding badly, from many wounds in his body, he soon lost consiousness and collapsed.

Kenny stared at his hands with a fear he had never before felt. He had been afraid of things beyond his control for as long as he can remember, but now he was afraid of himself. He didn't know what was causing these powers, all he knew was that it had to do with him. He looked around at the people surrounding him, all of them were staring uneasily. Sadness and fear rose within him, Kenny turned around and fled the scene.

'I need to find out... what's causing this...,' Kenny thought as he ran aimlessly out of the area.

"What the hell... was that?" Wally asks out loud, but to nobody in particular.

"I don't know..." Bubbles answers, her voice somewhat shaky.

Back in the school, life went on, boring as usual. Wally made his way through the classes, hollow headed. That battle had reminded him of a time long past... a time when he and his friends had gone on many adventures and battled many villains. Adrenaline had not coursed through his body like that in a long time.. not until earlier that day... it was now that he realized that he missed the excitement of the adventures. The memories came back, almost like they had happened they day before...

Five years earlier...

"Numuh 4! They're closing in! Get out! I repeat! Abort!" screamed the British-accented voice through a walky-talky.

"No can do Numbuh 1! I've been caught! I need reinforcements!" replied a familiar voice.

It was Wally, five years younger and three feet shorter. He ran as long as he could down hallways that all seemed the same. He was lost and his enemies were catching up to him, if he was caught... it would all be lost. The walls were a gray-brick, though perfectly smooth and the walls were lined with torches. It had a midevil feel to it. Wally tripped on a fold in the red carpet, and fell to his knees. Before he could get up, a figure punched him down again.

"Now, my counterpart, all that is yours.. will be mine..." the figure in the shadows said, stepping forward to reveal himself.

He looked identical to Wally, except for his clothing which were all dark blue or black in color. He wore a large blue robe with an orange trim and a pendant around his neck.

"Negative Numbuh 4..." Wally grunted, spitting a speck of blood.

"I am going to absorb you Wallabee. I will take ALL that is yours! The sunshine from your world, all the happiness, the friendship... EVERYTHING I COULD NEVER HAVE WILL NOW BE MINE!" screamed the dark Wally.

"What more do you want you monster? You've already enslaved your own world! Why do you need mine!" demanded Wally.

"Because... I do not WANT this world! I do not WANT it's inhabitance or it's parks. The flavorless candy, the sunless days, empty friendships... It means nothing to me... I only need this world to capture yours! Then everything will be perfect!" explained Negative Four, grabbing the collar of Wally's shirt.

"Well you can't have it! It's not yours!" Wally screams, kicking furiously, trying to break free from the dark one's grip.

"You can't escape me. I am ten times stronger then you are... and ten times more powerful then you will ever be..."

"We'll see about that... Wallace!"

"...RAGH! DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Wallace screams, slamming Wally into one of the brick walls next to him, "MY NAME IS NEGATIVE FOUR!"

No words would be spoken after this by other of the counterparts. A furious battle was about to begin, a war between the worlds of positive and negative... A war that would last for two years... At last the Dark King Wallace would be defeated, and the people of the Negative Realm would be free! Without the tyrant of a leader they once had, they would return the world to what it once was: an exact mirror of the positive world.

It was these days... these old times that Wally missed, the ones that he reached for so greatly. The ones he wished could be back... But unfortunatly, he wouldn't be so fortunate... Three years after the events in the Negative Realm, a great evil known as Father would gain a power so great, he would destroy the whole organization that Wally was a member of. All of it would be destroyed... including Wally's team... Everything he had ever cared about would be destroyed infront of him. The four best friends he could ever have wished for would be killed...

The present

Wally sat alone that day at lunch, dwelling on this time in his past. He would continue the day with a dull attitude, while on the inside he recovered all memories of the life he loved so much. The life before this one...

"Why... did he kill everyone?" Wally asked himself aloud.

While it was true, Wally would defeat Father after the deaths of his friends, his friends were still gone, never to be seen again. They were destroyed. Depressed, Wally walked home after school. Walked past the park across the street from his home and into the white house. Boring white house. He threw his backpack onto the chair in the kitchen and made his way to the wooden stairs that led up to his room. Not even bothering to remove his shoes, he rushes up the stairs and throw open the door into his room.

"Stupid..." he mutters.

He grabs the radio off his bedside, the little red radio. It was very old, and a miracle that it still worked. Wally turns on the device and tries finding something to listen to, but with nothing to his liking, he gets annoyed and throws the radio at the window. Miraculously the window doesn't break and the radio merely bounces off and lands on the windowsill.

Crystal Lake: the Night Before

"Arrise my minion! Gather me the souls of the world so that I may power my Underworld!" a voice echoes in his head.

At the bottom of a dark lake floats a figure. The figure wears a hockey mask, his face cannot be seen. His close are black for the most part, right down to the gloves and boots he wears. The blue eyes inside the mask open. The figure straightens himself out, and he walks from the bottom of the lake up to the shore, where he pulls himself onto the ground.

"Yes minion! Gather souls!" shrieks the voice.

The person reaches into his jacket with a cold, dead hand. From an inside pocket he pulls out a large and gleaming machete...