Honey seemed to have this odd calmness against these people. She did not bow like she was expected too. She seemed to be pretty calm. The man in blue moved forward making him to be the supreme of the trio. Honey the cat, seemed unable to explain what was going on. But, she had an odd feeling that it had to do with her. The girl took three steps forward, she wanted to face these people, have them get out of her way of a perfect life.

Honey had a cramping sensation in her stomach. The pain had just emerged, almost as if it were connected to her. The cat stumbled back a few steps, who were these people? How did they have all this power? Was it only her, or were there others? The cat looked over to Espio. Indeed the chameleon was scared, but he didn't seem to be affected by the same thing she was.

As if it were a dream the cat was swept up by some dark aurora and she no longer had any control. Her mouth started to foam as if she had rabies, her normal blue eyes turned and twisted into green slits. A painful scream could be heard illuminating from her mouth. It was a dying screech like scream, causing everyone to shiver. But for Honey, she could feel all her power and strength being ripped from her.

Honey could barely move, but she could tell everyone was too scared to retrieve her. Was she supposed to be left to die? Well she wasn't going to have that. She wanted to scream, scream for help, redemption. Then as if all that horror were to end Honey hit the ground. A low chuckle could be heard throughout the group.

Honey lay in a heap in front of the three, but within a few seconds they were all gone. Honey tried pushing herself to an upright position. The other guys still in awe left Honey to struggle. All imaginary strength she had was gone, and along with it her real strength. Why did they do this to her? Had she done something wrong, or did they just hate her?

Mighty didn't know what to do. Everything he had known to be true was gone, he was falling apart, as if it was no one's business, and no one cared. He tried to fit his brain into any shape way or form that would allow him to better understand the situation, but the more he tried the harder it got.

What is wrong with everyone and thing, are they all going crazy, is there something he missed? Mighty stood facing the spot his father just was, tears were running down his cheek, he knew his mother was gone, but before he left he saw a demonic face. There was definitely something wrong with this place.

Mighty knew what he had to do, he had to save his family, or at least their souls, he had lost them once, and he wasn't going to let that happen again.

Espio was out of shock long enough to help Honey the cat up. He felt her fur, she was no longer conscious. The purple chameleon couldn't feel much power or strength illuminating from her, or at least unlike the ones from before. He slowly scooped up the cat, her body limp in his arms.

The others paid attention to every detail of what was going on. Vector was the first to break the silence, "Who the hell are they?" Espio glared at him, 'what do they know? Do they not understand how serious this is?' thought the chameleon. He turned his attention back to Honey, her delicate cheek bones smashed against the power of the three cloaked people. Honey's black hair was messed up, going every which way. Espio slowly fixed the girls hair.

Espio could feel tears form under his eyes. He gave the feline so much love, and for once, he'd wish to have some love to be shown back to him, but no, it was Mighty this and Mighty that. What did the girl even see in the armadillo? All he did was show hate, isn't that what caused to the fight five years ago, and then they never saw each other again. Another thought came into the chameleon's mind, if whoever summoned them called for chaotix, why didn't they call Knuckles, and why did they call Honey? Well either way Espio was happy, he and Knuckles had fought recently.

Mighty was a few blocks away from getting home, or at least to where he had started. The streets were completely empty, as if there was no one on the spiritual path. The temperature also seed to have changed, it was freezing, and Mighty shivered with every step.

Soon the little shack where the group was staying came into view, Mighty sprinted to his window and reclaimed back in, but he was met by Espio's disapproving glare. Mighty knew that Espio would want answers later, but for now something else was on his mind, and to be quite honest, Mighty didn't want to know what. Instead the chameleon just left his eyes now downcast. 'What's going on here,' Mighty thought. Honestly the entire house seemed to fall silent under whatever seemed to be causing the problem.

Mighty rose from his bed and trenches outside. Honey layer unconscious on the table. For once he showed some emotion and fixes the girl's hair. He wanted Honey to open her eyes, but Mighty only barely knew he cared. 'What had happened?' Mighty thought, there wasn't the slightest clue except everyone's downcast expressions. Maybe this had something to do with his problem, he wasn't alone, and maybe this was why he was summoned. Mighty once again stroked the girl's hair, he felt her cheeks, "she was crushed," Mighty murmured. He looked around, no one nearby; no one needed to know that he cared in the least.

Mighty took a seat, he started to think, what's really going on?

AUTHORS NOTES: Sorry for taking forever, I have a life you know. I will try to update faster, but be happy I didn't give up on this story. But now you live and learn, and I know to work harder. Please review because I wanna know what you think and if you have any suggestions. Be warned, I have a lot already planned, and I may not be open to change, but I also do listen, wait too long of and exit, tootles.