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Here's the next chapter of Wykkyd Shadows! Bit shorter, though just as good!

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Anywho, here's chapter 3! Don't forget to re-view when you have view-ed!


The band of misfits gathered round a large oval table, surrounded in darkness save for the lone hanging lamp above the group that drenched the table and the band in gloomy light. The light was hot and blaring in contrast to the shadows of the room, and the sinister grins on the assembly's faces belied the true intent of such a gathering.

They were a curious sort, those gathered. One of them was a thin, gangly young adult who had his arms crossed over his chest, waiting impatiently. Leaning back on his chair, he had a dark gleam in his eyes, though they were obscured by the domino mask he wore. Wearing black gloves, boots and belt, upon his chest, was a division symbol, emblazoned in black and white upon a red full body jumpsuit that conformed to his wiry, yet limber build. In his teethy grin, there was a single strand of hay being ground. Behind him, another figure stood, arms crossed with the impatient yet vicious grin on his face, looking exactly the same as the seated one. Yet another figure stood next to him - again, with the exact same look and mannerism. He was Billy Numerous, Texan duplicator.


Next to the duplicator, sat a hulking figure - sitting rather uncomfortably at that, for the small chair was not made for his massive proportions. Squirming in the tiny chair, the massive behemoth of this other young adult was dressed in a black jumpsuit with iron yellow rings around his wrists and ankles, and a harness of similar yellow iron bands lined with large, round iron studs. The boy's entire body was covered in light fur, and upon his head was a wild mane of dark orange brown and a goatee of the same color. His bestial eyes were bright and solid white, pupiless, in the darkness, though his discomfort was rather obvious in the tiny chair, for when standing he stood close to seven feet. Scratching his chin, the hulking powerhouse wondered when things would start, and why he couldn't have gotten a bigger chair. He was Mammoth, the massive powerhouse.


Across from the hulking powerhouse, sat a teen who looked even thinner than the duplicator. He was an African American, dressed in a white suit with green boots, gloves, belt, and collar. Upon the bodysuit was a stylized black eye. The teen was leaning on the table, a gloved hand propping up a bored face, though the smile had never disappeared from his face. It was a smile that seemed to say several things at once, and nothing at the same time, and the boy's demeanor exuded an aura of knowing things people should never learn. Yet even more curiously about this boy was the fact that upon his head he wore a green visor-helmet that obscured all but the lower half of his face, dials on the side, and upon the visor ring was a single massive cyclopean eye. The large green eye blinked a few times, as it darted about, waiting for the fun to begin. He was See-More, cyclopean with an eye for multiple 'occasions'.


The cyclopean mostly begin to focus on the chair between himself and the large powerhouse, the empty chair. They were waiting on him to begin when a voice at the head of the table sounded out in an impatient and whiny tone, "Stinking crud muncher! Where is he?!"

The outburst from the head of the table was not from a seated person, but instead a boy, who could have been no older than ten, in a green jumpsuit with a variety of tools hanging from multiple belts and a large harness upon his back. The boy was small, though he had an angry scowl that took up much of his face, highlighting his pudgy nose and near lack of hair upon his head, and the Dr. Insano style goggles that rested on his forehead above small beady eyes. The boy was tapping impatiently on the table, despite not being seated. This was explained by the multiple robotic limbs that extended from the harness on his back, lifting him high enough to be on even level with the assembled, so they could see the ticked off scowl on his small face. He was Gizmo, child genius and gadgeteer extraordinaire.


"He should be here aaaaany second now," See-More responded casually, eye rolling. This seemed to make the small genius even more irritated.

"Well, wha don' he jus' show up t'en?" the duplicator snarled. " 'E can jus' poof any-wair, naw can' 'e?"

"Um, can I get another chair? This one seems like it's gonna break..." the huge behemoth asked rather quietly. He was promptly ignored, much to his dismay. He didn't want to leave the table, but the chair was just getting to be impossible.

"Well the snot-brain's got ten seconds 'fore we go on without him!" Gizmo growled. The seconds ticked on, till just as Gizmo was about to blow, a wisp of shadows sprung from nowhere above the chair between Mammoth and See-More across from Gizmo, growing bigger in size till it became a young man, sitting on the chair.


The new arrival was a quiet one, dressed in darkness like the shadows he just emerged from. He wore a light grey suit with dark black boots, gloves, and over-the-suit black underwear. He wore a ash grey-silver belt with a reflective circular silver buckle, similar to the larger clasp the held his mantle on his chest, the mantle clasp like the full moon on a dark, clear night. The heavy black cape fell to his feet and clothed him in darkness, with slight jagged points at the edge trim, though concealed a razor sharp edge that could slice through steel. His head was covered by a large cowl with pointed flares above his ears much like a horned owl's, or a certain bat themed hero, though his had a greater flare, and curved to the nose of the cowl and concealed his forehead and nose. Upon his face was a mischievous and wicked smile that belied a great deal of cunning and guile, as well as sheer cheek and playfulness. His face was the only place that showed his true skin color, for it was unlike any human's, pale, with a slight blue-ash-grey tinge, slightly lighter than a certain heroic sorceress's own hue. Yet even more striking were his eyes, bright and blazing solid red eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the room, heightened by the sole lamp shining above. The last one to join the group remained quiet, he had not made a sound, turning his attention to those gathered. He was Kyd Wykkyd, the strange and quiet teleporter.


"Hey Kyd, glad you could join us," See-More said thankfully, leaning back in his chair as he sighed with relief. The waiting had begun to get to him, as he put his hands behind his visored head, and smirked at the teleporter. "What kept ya waiting?"

Kyd Wykkyd merely stared at him, then shrugged nonchalantly. Gizmo seemed a little peeved by this, but the others took it in good stride. Secrets were a villain's bread and butter, they all had their privacy. BIlly grinned as he continued to chew on his hay, and the other Billy's behind him began to whisper amongst themselves about what Kyd had been doing.

"It's good yer here, Kyd, but a little sooner would be nice." Mammoth roared with good humor, slapping the gangly quiet boy on the back, glad that he was here and he could get out of the chair sooner. Kyd Wykkyd buckled and winced from the force of Mammoth's playful gesture. Righting himself up, he gave Mammoth a weak smile, and turned his focus back to the rest of the group, his professional demeanor returning. Gizmo merely scowled.

"Be on time, next time, creep. Ya kept us all waiting!" Gizmo snarled at Kyd. Kyd raised his hands in an apologetic manner, slightly nodding. He was sorry he was late, and would be on time next time. Gizmo continued to scowl.

"So, Gizmo. Wha's tha plan now?" Billy said in his deep Texan drawl.

"Yeah, what's the game? The score? The prize?" See-More said eagerly, leaning in as one hand began to filter through his visors displaying various images on his large eye: a football stadium, a dollar sign, a large gift-wrapped present.

"O-ho-oh, you are going to enjoy this one," Gizmo said sinisterly as the gathered leaned in over the table, wicked grins evident on their faces. A large robotic limb extended from Gizmo's harness, an arm with several joints and spans that clutched in a metallic claw a large roll of paper. The limp placed the roll on the table and deftly spread it out, letting it lay flat on the center of the table. The other four peered at the large paper spread on the table. It was a large schematic drawing of a massive building with various rooms and fixtures, spread across multiple sections for different levels and floors. It appeared that there were large parts of the building filled with lined sections of some sort, and other areas with apparent plans for seating, and a small coffee shop on the side. There were indications for a parking lot next to it and a small drive by the side of the building, and notations for chutes of some sort from that drive into another room in the building. Mammoth scratched his chin as he stared at it, and Gizmo's grin just grew bigger. The others were a little off put and surprised by the schematic.

"Wait..." See-More said after a long pause. His brow - for his visor conformed to facial expressions - furrowed as he hesitated in what he was about to say, and his eye showed a large bold Question Mark. "But that's a..."


Mwahahahahahahaha! A Cliffhanger! Now we wait on the edge of our seats to learn what the schematic shows!

What is the building that the Hive will rob? Find out next time on Wykkyd Shadows!

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