Note: I had NO idea that the Stallion Empire was like the Soviet Union. In fact, the connection never crossed my mind. I called its capitol Stalliongrad because I thought it was a cool name. Technically the two aren't that closely related; Russia actually takes good care of it's important cities, unlike the Stallion Empire. Also the Stallion Empire is a monarchy, so it is despotic because of its singular ruler. I would like to apologize to all those who were offended. Sorry!
Dimension: Warriors
Planet: Earth
Specific Location: Hunter Lake
Time: A month after the events of the Warriors Book Eclipse, Twelve days after the Paradox took control of Equestria
It was a perfect day. The sky shimmered on the enormous blue lake, a cool wind rustled through the trees and grasslands, and birds twittered through the sky. Then a massive portal opened up and a gigantic Transformer step through.
"By the Primes! Nature is the best thing for rusty old bolts!" exclaimed Jetfire, stretching.
Sherlock stepped through, his hands in his navy blue overcoat. He looked around and rolled his eyes. "Nothing here. If Jared was in this area, I would know."
He then looked to his left. In the distance, there was a small town.
"We're going to go there first," he said in a no-nonsense voice. He immediately began to walk in that direction.
"Wait… is Jared there?" asked Rarity, struggling to keep up.
"Of course not," said Sherlock briskly, "He is building an extremely powerful object, so he will need the upmost secrecy. This dimension is not hidden, so one would not simply hole themselves up in a perfectly obvious town by the sea."
"Well… why are we heading in this direction, then?" snapped Wild, who did not appreciate Sherlock's attitude.
"Yes, Sherlock," said the Doctor, a little more amiably, "Why are we going in this direction?"
"We are going to this place because it has a network. The homeless network. It is far more reliable than any database or police," sighed Sherlock.
"You have a homeless network HERE?" exclaimed the Doctor in admiration.
"Obviously. I have these networks on every dimension in the inner ring. This one is no exception. They will know exactly where Jared is," replied Sherlock.
"If you have it all sorted out then," said Jetfire suddenly stopping and sitting down, "I will be here. Sitting in the grass. It has been a while since I have been able to enjoy nature."
"I'll stay with you," offered Rarity.
"The hell you will not!" exclaimed Jetfire, slamming his walking stick on the ground, "Did I say I wanted company, whippersnapper?"
Rarity paled a bit, and took a step back. Jetfire looked at her face, and then laughed. "Of course you may, young gal. Come over here and sit next to me."
Rarity smiled winningly, and went over to sit next to the aging Transformer.
Sherlock had not even broken his stride to listen to the conversation, and was now far ahead of the Doctor and Wild. "Do hurry up," called Sherlock.
The Doctor and Wild sprinted and quickly caught up to him. Sherlock nodded to them and kept walking. The group was now entering the outskirts of the small town. They were beside the main road, which intersected with a landfill, and the suburban houses.
Suddenly Sherlock raised a fist and stopped. He looked around, his eyes narrowed.
"Doctor, I told you to hand me my phone," said Sherlock.
The Ninth Doctor blinked. "You did? When?"
"About three hours ago. Any time now would be a good time," replied Sherlock curtly.
The Doctor sighed. He reached into Sherlock's overcoat and pulled out his phone. He then put it in Sherlock's hand.
Wild just rolled his eyes.
Sherlock turned on his phone and opened his photo manager. He began to flip through a couple of photos. After a minute, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked towards the landfill. He strolled straight inside and stood in a certain spot next to a pile of garbage. He stood there, looking about. Suddenly a mangy cat strolled around the pile of trash and sat next to Sherlock.
Sherlock got down on his knees and pulled out his phone. He showed the cat a picture of Jared DeWhite on his phone and whispered several unintelligible things to it. The cat nodded, and scampered away.
"What the hell was that?" insisted Wild, looking at Sherlock as if he was insane.
"That was a rogue. A cat that is not part of the clans. They are my homeless network here. Don't look so stupid. You knew that the cats were a sentient species here… right?" said Sherlock disbelievingly.
Wild just snorted derisively and turned away. Sherlock rolled his own eyes and got up.
"Come Doctor," said Sherlock, "There are things to be done."
"Things…?" asked the Doctor.
"Yes! Things! Thing things!" exclaimed Sherlock, who exited the landfill and began to walk back to Jetfire and Rarity.
"You. Rarity," said Sherlock quickly, "Could you tell me more of Pictor and his kind? Be quick and to the point. We have no time to waste."
Rarity nodded; her eyes were wide. Sherlock's curt attitude was quite flustering. She immediately began to explain, from the beginning, all that she knew about Doxia, Pictor, Paradox, Mattimeo, and the rest of the Dimensional Lords. Then she went on to describe what she had seen of the Amethyst Dimension, and the effects of the Phantom Devices. Sherlock listened attentively, only breaking into the conversation with a valid question once and a while. After about a hour, Rarity finished divulging all of the information she herself knew.
"Rather interesting," said Sherlock airily, "It all makes sense, though."
Wild was about to insist that Sherlock explain what he meant by that when another cat streaked onto the scene and stopped at Sherlock's feet. It slapped at his shoes with its paws (claws retracted) and looked up at him.
Sherlock nodded to the cat respectfully, and got down on one knee. He put his ear close to the cat, and it mewed a couple of times. Sherlock thanked it in English, and then straightened up. The cat then left.
"I know where Jared DeWhite is," stated Sherlock simply, "It was quite obvious actually. He has set up a secret base underneath a place called 'Abandoned Twoleg Nest,' which is northwest of the Thunderclan Camp. I know where that is. Follow me."
With that, Sherlock snapped a finger. The group was surrounded by a shimmering bubble of energy. The environment around the group outside the bubble blurred and warped. The next thing everyone knew, the bubble popped and they were outside a run-down cottage. A white cat with ginger patches was digging around the plants just outside a ivy-ridden wall near the building. The cat suddenly noticed the group and fled in a panic.
"Hmmm," murmured Sherlock dryly, "I am sure Brightheart will have something to tell the whole clan now…"
"Do you know ALL of the cats here?" exclaimed Wild indignantly, completely befuddled by Sherlock's knowledge.
"Only most of them!" called Sherlock briskly as he strolled into the abandoned building. He then glanced about the place with a disinterested eye. After a moment of silence, Sherlock chuckled and said, "Oh, Jared… too obvious…"
Rarity blinked in confusion. However, before she could ask what he meant, Sherlock began to explain.
"Look at the dirt. It has been scuffed. A normal person would say that it was a cat rolling around, but the streaks are too evenly distributed. No, it was someone attempting to cover their tracks. I would say that his foot size is about 10. His weight seems to be 55 kilograms. That means his height will come out to be… I would say 170.2 centimeters at the least. With these parameters, it would be safe to assume that it is a 15-year-old boy. Jared DeWhite is actually 28 years old, but due to a time flux that surrounded his home dimension, he always comes out to be a 15-year-old boy elsewhere. Who would be here that would be 15-years-old? Jared DeWhite. That is who. It seems like his footsteps are recurring the most right here. Look, dust has been displaced here and here… that means…"
Sherlock reached forward and placed his fingers over the stone wall in front of him. He then put his right ear near to the wall and began to tap. After a minute of tapping, he took a step back and lightly pressed the masonry in several places. The wall began to rumble.
"What is going on in there?" insisted Jetfire loudly, "Tell me you little fleshlings!"
"Nothing, just Sherlock showing off… like usual," snorted Wild.
"It is elementary," stated Sherlock rolling his eyes. The wall continued to vibrate. Suddenly it folded in on itself, revealing a portal gate.
"Well, Jared certainly took it to the next level since I last saw him," exclaimed Jetfire, now looking through a window, "That lad was quite bright."
"And too suspicious by far," interjected Sherlock, "See those ripples and bright blue points of light? DNA cross-scanners. They are quite hard to set up. One would be fine… but Jared has set up twelve. Fortunately for me, there is a loop-hole with these systems."
Sherlock reached into his navy blue overcoat and pulled out a little metal cube. He squeezed it, and it unfolded into a giant strip of leathery material. Strapped to the stip were every useful tool known to mankind (and probably any sentient being's kind).
"Is that… is that a sonic screwdriver?" exclaimed the Ninth Doctor.
"Maybe," replied Sherlock curtly, pulling out a strange tubular device (which was not the sonic screwdriver). He then squeezed the tip of the leathery strip of material, and it all folded back up into the small metal box. He then put the box away in his pocket.
Sherlock then said, "Rarity. Hand me my phone."
"But… But you just had your hands in your…" stuttered Rarity.
"I didn't say 'Sherlock, hand me my phone,' now, did I? Could you please hand me my phone?" interrupted Sherlock, leaning in close to the portal, and gently running his instrument through the air around the rippling distortions that surrounded the edges.
Rarity sighed in resignation and reached into his pockets. She pulled out his phone and put it in his hands. She then took a step back and tossed her hear indignantly.
"Oh, don't worry about him;" whispered the Doctor to her in a jocund manner, "He acts like that sometimes."
Sherlock opened an app on his phone, and began to alternate between typing on his phone, and swiping his instrument through the air. He continued this process for at least three minutes. Suddenly, the blue points of light flickered and went out.
"What did you do?" asked Wild, actually interested for once.
"I overloaded the scanner with false information. The scanners are designed to project a wall of molecularly-blocking semi-energy sheets in the event that any DNA that does not match Jared's is detected. Thus, if you are not Jared, your entrance is barred. However, there is a flaw. The flaw with the system is that if you feed the scanners too much false information, the system will continually project the sheets of power and eventually short-circuit itself."
"Is that what that instrument is for?" asked Rarity, "What is it made of? Did the phone make some sort of calculation?"
"This instrument? This is made from moss, macaroni, and the handle of a tennis racket. The diverse bacteria community is stellar to disarm these systems. I was just using my phone to check my local blogging website. It appears that people here have a lot more interest in the science of chewed gum then the people in my home dimension. I've gotten quite a few hits…"
Sherlock dropped the tubular instrument and his phone into one of his pockets and strolled through the portal. Wild and the Doctor followed. Rarity herself was about to go when she remembered Jetfire and turned around.
"Are you not coming?" she asked.
"Oh no, m'gal," said Jetfire, sitting down outside, "Too large. I will wait here for him to come to me."
Rarity smiled sweetly, and then went to sit next to him. "I will wait with you."
The room that the Sherlock, Wild, and the Ninth Doctor found themselves in after entering the portal was amazing. It was a giant cave, supported by massive steel beams. Equipment lay around, and computer banks lined the side of a wall. However, that was not the most amazing part. The most breath-taking spectacle of all was the interdimensional ship that sat in the center of the room.
It was no larger than a bus, but was sleek and shiny like a jetfighter. Blue-glowing energy channels lined the outside of the ship, and it had long sweeping wings. Imagine a B2 stealth bomber, but white with glowing lines of power crisscrossing the wing-span.
"Now THIS is rather interesting," breathed Sherlock, strolling towards ship.
However, before he could get any closer, a voice called out: "Stop! You get any closer… and you'll have it!"
The group turned to the left, and saw Jared DeWhite, pointing an energy blaster straight at Sherlock.
Sherlock blinked, and then began to scrutinize Jared and his weapon. After a moment of silence, he said, "That gun is empty. Don't embarrass yourself, DeWhite."
Jared threw away his weapon and plunged his hands in his pockets. His eyes light up as he wrapped his fingers around something and whipped it up to aim it at Sherlock's face. It was a banana.
"That is a banana," sighed Sherlock.
"Good source of potassium!" called the Doctor from the background.
Jared stared at the banana, and then eyed Sherlock suspiciously, "I know who you are," he said, trying to sound mysteriously nonchalant, "But do you know who I am?"
"That is really not a good idea to ask of him…" exclaimed Wild, but he was too late.
"You are Jared DeWhite," interrupted Sherlock, "Height 170.2 centimeters, weight 55 kilograms, foot size 10. You have a brother named Trent DeWhite, and you were in the Witness Protection program for about a year. When you turned eighteen, you got a job as a junior CIA analyst. You are terribly suspicious of everything, and once even made yourself a suit out of sponges to protect yourself from aliens. In fact, you are right now debating whether or not Wild is an alien, and not actually a pony."
There was a long pause.
"What IS the definition of an alien to a Dimensional Traveler, anyway?" mused the Ninth Doctor to himself as the quiet continued to reside in the large room.
"Uhhhhhh… yeah…" said Jared, looking a little surprised, "Yeah. I have a size 10 foot? No one ever told me that!"
"Okay, okay, okay," snapped Wild loudly, "We have no time to continue debating this! Jared, does the ship work?"
"It does," exclaimed Jared, "I have all the components…"
"How DID you get all the correct pieces?" interjected Sherlock, strolling around the ship.
"Oh, I found this here. Apparently this was an abandoned hangar for the Winniex Empire," stated Jared proudly.
"It looks like your consistent suspicion of everything in existence finally paid off," snorted Wild as he, too, began to trot around the ship.
"Suspicious? Who me?" laughed Jared nervously, "Who said I was ever suspicious? Come on…"
The Ninth Doctor suddenly pointed behind Jared and shouted, "Alien! Behind you!"
Jared dove to the floor, rolled over, and pointed his banana like a weapon. "Eat blaster slime alien!" he yelled. His voice died in his throat when he realized nothing was there. There was another long awkward pause as everyone stared at Jared.
"Look, I'm just a little nervous," said Jared, grinning sheepishly.
"Does this thing actually fly?" said Sherlock, coming back to stand by the Doctor.
"Of course! Sort of… maybe… no…" muttered Jared as he got up and dusted himself off.
"What?" said Wild from behind the ship.
"It doesn't really fly. We need an Imagination Energy source," confessed Jared.
"Of course," muttered Sherlock, "Otherwise a portal will be unable to sustain itself. Tell me, Jared, do you know where one might be?"
"Actually, no…" sighed Jared.
"So, we come all the way here to look at this ship, only to find out it has no fuel?" snapped Wild.
Sherlock smiled his shrewd smile. "Perhaps not. But not all hope is lost."
The Doctor's eyes brightened, "Are you telling us that you might know where one is?"
"Exactly," said Sherlock with a sweeping gesture, "I know exactly where one is."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" exclaimed Jared, Wild, and the Doctor at the same time.
"You all did not need to know," stated Sherlock, "But now you do. A couple of months into my time as a Dimensional Traveler, I was obsessed with finding out about the beings who had given me my powers. I know now that it was the Dimensional Lord Mattimeo. Anyway, back then, I knew for a fact that they were somehow connected with the mysterious substance known as Imagination Energy. I spent months hunting a sample down, and, eventually, I found some. I had hidden it away for a good time to study it, but this could possibly be more important."
"Really?" said Wild doubtfully, "How did you manage to hide an Imagination Energy source? That makes no sense. Aren't they supposed to give of a unique energy signature or something?"
"Obviously," sighed Sherlock, as if he was still mourning the fact that he was surrounded by idiots, "But that doesn't mean it cannot be hidden. I used some interesting techniques to hide the source… and it worked."
"Well?" said Wild, "Where is it now?"
"Oh, it is with an acquaintance of mine," replied Sherlock smugly, "Charlie Brown. Peanuts Dimension."
Dimension: My Little Pony
Planet: Equestria Earth
Specific Location: Fluttershy and Sunset's house
Time: Twelve days after the Paradox took control of Equestria
"She's dead… she's dead… she's dead," repeated Desmond to himself over and over again. He was in absolute shock.
Tears were brimming in Fluttershy's eyes as she leaned over and whispered in Sunset's ear, "He's been like this for an hour. What should we do?"
Sunset sighed and shook his head mournfully. "There is nothing we CAN do," he replied, "He is mourning Emilee's death; just like I mourned Melissa's before I met you. I mourned my way: by destroying everything and trying to commit suicide; and he is mourning his way. However, you are right, he has been at this for far too long. There has to be a way to snap him out of it."
Suddenly the door opened and Flaming Star ran in, "Ditzy Doo told me about the pony on the doorstep. What's going on?" he exclaimed.
Sunset motioned to Desmond. "This is him. It's Desmond Butler."
"Desmond, yeah, I remember him," said Flaming Star slowly, "Didn't he have a friend? They were inseparable… Ummmm… Emilee, right?"
"Emilee died," said Sunset sadly, "Hence the lying on the doorstep and such."
Flaming Star winced. "That must have hurt, losing her. However… how did he get here? The phantom device is still closed to everyone, right?"
"It is," agreed Sunset, "This means that either Pictor or the Paradox brought him here."
"You are right," said Flaming Star, "The Paradox, however, was in Canterlot this whole time… this means… this means PICTOR brought him here. Why?"
"I am unable to answer that," sighed Sunset, biting his bottom lip hard.
"Maybe we should stop worrying about what we cannot understand, and help this poor pony," said Fluttershy soothingly. She sat next to the devastated Desmond and hugged him tightly to her.
This act of kindness suddenly snapped him out of his stupor.
"I'm sorry, I think I blacked out… Wait… What's going on? What happened to me?!" he exclaimed. He wrenched himself free of Fluttershy's grasp and looked at himself, "What am I?!"
"You are in the My Little Pony dimension, Desmond," said Sunset, trying to keep him calm, "Don't worry: you are amongst friends."
"I'm… I'm in the My Little Pony dimension? I thought this place was blocked off…" murmured Desmond.
"It is. You were brought here by someone. Do you know who it is?" asked Flaming Star quietly.
"No, no… I don't know…" sighed Desmond, struggling to pull himself together, "Who are you?"
"I'm Joseph Torrus. And please… I am not a crazy psychopathic killer anymore. I have a wife and a foal, I am reformed," replied Sunset, trying his best to keep Desmond calm.
"I am the Firstborn," said Flaming Star, "Both Torrus and I take residence here."
"Wait, so the two most powerful Dimensional Travelers of all time live here?" asked Desmond, rubbing his eyes and looking around at the brightly colored environment, "Why?"
Sunset spread a wing over Fluttershy. "We have our reasons. Hey… are you okay?"
Desmond, who was staring blankly at the floor, looked up and said, "No… no… I'm not okay…"
"And he is about to be ever more 'not okay,'" said a voice behind them. It was the Paradox.
Immediately Fluttershy, Flaming Star, and Sunset barred his way from approaching the Paradox. The Paradox didn't even break his stride. Snapping a finger, the three ponies were tossed aside like leaves in the wind.
The Paradox strolled up to Desmond, who was eying the Paradox.
"You… YOU KILLED EMILEE!" he screamed. In his taxed state, he could not recognize the difference between the Paradox and Pictor. Desmond tried to get up, but was blasted back down with a shockwave of kinetic energy.
"No… I did not kill Emilee," said Paradox quietly, "That was my trusty lieutenant. Keep still, little foal."
With that, the Paradox crouched down until he was eye-level with the infuriated Desmond. Desmond struggled to rise up so that he could smite the Paradox, but he was stuck to the ground as if by glue. After about a minute, the Paradox got up and walked away without another word. The door slammed shut, and everyone was left bruised and breath-taken.
"What… just… happened?" asked Flaming Star quietly as he struggled to his hooves.
"I am not sure," admitted Sunset as he got up and helped Fluttershy to all fours.
Fluttershy immediately rushed to Desmond, who was staring at the door venomously. "Desmond… are you okay?" she whispered.
"Pictor… he's here… I need to go," said Desmond as if in a trance. He struggled to his feet, and began to walk to the door. However, before he got far, he was blocked by Sunset.
"Wait. Where are you going?" said Sunset worriedly.
"I'm going out there to find Pictor… then I am going to kill him," hissed Desmond.
"No… you can't!" exclaimed Sunset, "You can't!"
"I can do whatever the hell I want to do!" shouted Desmond. He shoved past Sunset and continued to drag his battered and bruised body to the door. Once again Sunset tried to restrain him. However, when Sunset put a hoof firmly on Desmond's shoulder, Desmond whirled around and attempted to strike Sunset across the face. Sunset dodged the attack, and Fluttershy screamed. Desmond then attempted to hurl a bolt of power, which Sunset promptly blocked. Desmond was about to release a seismic blast which would have leveled the house when he jerked and his eyes rolled back in his head. He then flopped on the ground senseless. Behind him was Flaming Star.
"What? Did I do wrong?" he asked.
"Of course you did you big bully!" exclaimed Fluttershy, rushing to Desmond's side. "You poor soul… Don't worry, I'll get you all fixed up!"
Flaming Star looked at Sunset with a bewildered face. Sunset just grimaced and shrugged.
"He's staying with us tonight" said Fluttershy firmly. Though Fluttershy was ninety-percent of the time a pushover, when she wanted something badly… she got it. Sunset nodded his head, knowing that it was not a good time to argue with her.
"I suggest you go home," said Sunset to Flaming Star, "We have things handeled here…"
Flaming Star nodded, and turned to leave. But just before he could, there was a knock at the door. Flaming Star opened the door, and Caustic Rain, Luna, and Twilight trotted in. Twilight looked at the strained faces of Sunset, Fluttershy, and Flaming Star and said, "Hi guys! What… is this a bad time?"
Dimension: My Little Pony
Planet: Equestria Earth
Specific Location: Everfree Forest
Time: Twelve days after the Paradox took control of Equestria
"Where the hell have you been?" snapped Pictor as the Paradox teleported in next to him.
"I've been confirming my thesis," replied the Paradox, "all is in order."
"What do you mean by 'all is in order'?" snarled Pictor. Now that the buzz of excitement of slaughtering Emilee had left his system, he found himself now in a very bad mood.
"Nothing. However, I would like to comment on the fact that I am impressed by your idiocy," said the Paradox quietly.
"Say that to my face," hissed Pictor.
"Of course. You're an idiot. However, before it comes to blows, may I explain?" said the Paradox airily.
Pictor took a deep, shaking breath. Then he nodded.
"You failed to destroy the Imagination Energy source," explained the Paradox, "What you destroyed was actually a fake."
"A fake? What do you mean fake?! The scanners pointed straight to the damn thing!" yelled Pictor.
"The scanners pointed to the general vicinity of the source, but not directly to it," said the Paradox quietly, "The real source was in the same vicinity. It just so happens, though, that you were being fooled."
"Explain, or I will be doing some explaining with my fist," snapped Pictor.
The Paradox just shook his head. He grew weary of Pictor's worthless violence. What was the point anyway? Death was all relative, so why glorify it like Pictor had? It only lead to unhealthy results, imperfection. That was what the Paradox was seeking destroy: imperfection. Perhaps… perhaps Pictor was even part of that imperfection.
"I will explain, my friend. Desmond switched the Imagination Energy source out with a fake one, the one you destroyed," explained the Paradox.
"That little son of a… I knew I should have killed him," snarled Pictor.
"It was a good thing that you didn't," said the Paradox, "He still has the energy source on him. He has brought us the only contained Imagination Energy source in existence."
"How does that help?" snapped Pictor, "We have countless ships that run on that stuff! We don't need it!"
"We don't need it, but the Resistance does," said the Paradox, "I intend to let them use it."
"I don't understand. But then again… I never do," sighed Pictor, working to keep himself from blowing a gasket.
"You do not need to understand, you just need to obey. I need Desmond to use the Imagination Energy to get a ship."
"That's ridiculous," snorted Pictor, "I thought we were trying to keep the Resistance from getting a ship!"
"We WERE. But now I have a new addition to the Great Plan. I intend to let them get a ship, but that is where it gets risky. I need them to get a ship, but I need them to think that it is more important to shut off the Harmony Tree by destroying the Crystal of Harmony than to bring Doxia here. I need them to go for the Crystal of Harmony."
"I thought we were trying to keep them away from it," said Pictor, eyeing the Paradox in confusion.
"Originally we WERE. But, as I said, the plans have changed. I have discovered a way to shut off the Shield of Atraka, which is blocking our access to the Harmony Tree. What we need to do now is to get Desmond and the rest a ship. Then we need to convince them that we are days away from deactivating the bubble shield. They will panic, and immediately take it to find the Crystal of Harmony. If I am not mistaken, they now know where the Crystal of Harmony is, thanks to Finnian Jones. Yes… Finnian Jones exists, Pictor, don't be stupid. Well, I suppose I will explain the rest later..."
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait," interjected Pictor, "How are they going to get a ship? We cannot just hand them one of ours. It would look suspicious!"
"Of course it would," said the Paradox, "That is why we are going to bring in the Reset Dimension's fleet, Orbit. We will lure their fleets of ships in now, destroy the entire group, but let one single one land."
Pictor nodded his head slowly. Though he understood absolutely nothing of the Paradox's plan, he knew that he could trust the Paradox's ability to cause destruction and death, something that he himself fed off of. "Okay. I see what you are getting at here… That one ship that will land will look like a miracle to everyone, so they will not be suspicious. When should we prepare for the trap to be set and sprung?"
"In a couple of days," replied the Paradox simply, "Give me a little time. That is all I need. A little time."
With that, the Paradox snapped a finger. A small shockwave rippled out, and a slight ringing noise echoed through the forest. In a minute, Ravencroft Solace teleported in.
"You called, Paradox?" he asked, his head bowed.
"I need you to watch Desmond Butler carefully," said the Paradox regally. Personally, he enjoyed toying with this poor soul almost as much as Pictor enjoyed cutting up people while they were still alive.
"Ensure you know exactly who he talks to at all times, I cannot have him getting any ideas while he is here at this moment," continued the Paradox.
"Very well. However... What of the other one? He had a friend, did he not?" asked Ravecroft, still looking at his feet.
"Oh yes," chuckled Pictor, "He HAD a friend. I blew her chest apart a bit ago. She is as dead as a doornail. He is all alone."
Suddenly, Ravecroft stiffened and drew in a sharp breath. He then looked up at Pictor, and there was pure hate dancing in his eyes. Pictor had not been fazed when Desmond had glared at him with anger, but this... this was different. His eyes were completely unnerving, even for him.
"What are you waiting for?" snapped Pictor loudly, "Get the hell out of here and do your job!"
"Gladly," whispered Ravencroft. He then shimmered, and teleported away.
Note: I have decided that I will no longer post on Fridays. I will post at 4:00 PDT every Monday through Thursday. This is because this will give me more time to write stuff up in advance. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to leave a review! If you give me feedback, I will give you an invisible mansion. It's on Invisible lane near the city of Invisibility.