Bradley, Hussane, Tim and I could hear nothing but our own footsteps as we entered the seemingly dark, empty warehouse. We stopped in our tracks. All we could hear then was a gentle splattering of a leaky drain pipe. I tried looking around in the darkness. "Maybe it really is abandoned...." Hussane guessed. But that couldn't be it. "It can't be.......it's just quiet.....too quiet," Tim quoted off of television. We ventured forward into the black innards of the building. Maybe we would find a light switch.

"Alright, I say we get some light up in here," Tim said. "Anyone got a flashlight?" We all checked our pockets. There was nothing that we had that could be used as a guidelight. But then I realized something. My taser-mode cell phone could be of use. However, controlling it would be another problem. "Hmm, we could use my taser, but how could we control it?" I wondered. Hussane mustered his intellectual thought once again. "Hmmm, if I could just find something...." he said. Then he spotted what he was looking for. Among much of the broken glass that covered the floor was a relatively large erlenmeyer flask used for chemical containment, still intact.

"Aha!" He cried in triumph, and he picked up the glass flask. "We can use this as a sort of light bulb, containing the energy field from the taser." He explained, as he handed the flask over to me. "Try lighting the taser into the flask," he instructed. So I tried out the experiment. A burst of electricity spewed out of the taser and flowed into the glass, and it bounced off the bottom of the flask and began swirling in a circle. A burst of light could be seen eminating from the flask.

"It worked!" I cried. We now had a makeshift light bulb. We continued to venture forth cautiously, expecting something to jump out at us at any moment. All of a sudden, we heard a thud. "What was that!?" Tim cried anxiously. Bradley spoke up next. "Sorreh, fellas. Ah must've 'it mah 'ed aginst deh wall." The three of us sighed in relief. "Careful now, don't wanna alert anyone we're here...." Tim whispered. There was another sound. It was a sort of buzzing noise, and it was brief. Then the light's flickered on and off very quickly. While the lights were turned on for a second, I thought I had seen someone. But now, it was too dark to tell.

Another sound was heard. This time, it sounded like a switch being pulled, followed by power returning to a blacked out facility. Quickly I put away my cell phone as the lights turned on again. Then another more horrible sound reached our ears. It was the noise of batches of guns being pulled out, loaded, and aimed at us. Along with that frightful noise was the terrifying sight that was before us. Nearly ten men dressed in black suits and black hats had us surrounded, aiming their fatal weaponry at our faces. "There goes our element of surprise...." Tim said. And we all lifted our hands in surrender.

***********1************

With guns pointed at our backs, the mob men forced us deeper into the large, cavernous chemical factory. There were tables all around the area, and gigantic vats full of chemicals brewing behind as we passed. Large canisters displaying hazardous material warnings lay about the floor, and some sort of green liquid oozed nearby. They led us to a barely-lit area, with small lamps hanging from the ceiling. We stood in the circle of light, as the mob men stared forward into the darkness before us.

"Ahem.....boss." One began. "We caught some intruders meddling in our affairs. Four of 'em in all. They may pose as a threat. Should we get rid of 'em?" He asked. The four of us good guys eagerly waited to see who would appear. "Was Johnny the boss?" I wondered, confused. He didn't seem like much of a formidable leader. But through the blackness, came someone other than Johnny; someone I had never seen before. We watched as a tall man slowly skulked into the large open-lit circle. He like the rest, was dressed in a black suit, but the rest of his attire was more unique than the rest. He wore a black bowtie, black dress shoes, white gloves, an evil grin, and even more peculiar.....a dark cape. His hair was long and eerily white, and it looked as if he had two sharp fangs among the rest of his teeth upon examining his evil grin. His skin was a clammy grey, but he did not look old. He looked to be in the prime of his life, and quite strong.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?" He said in a sly, evil-sounding accent. "A couple of nosey beavers, eh? You must be the ones who were tangling with my oafish excuses for mob men back at the Bridal store." He figured. "Ah, so there really was a man with no face, as Barney told," he continued, glancing at my featureless mask. Then Johnny, Shep, and Barney walked out from behind him. Feeling that I had endured silence far too long, I shouted. "We're here for Landra Lawson! What have you done with her!?" I piped.

The caped man began laughing maniacally. However, unlike Tim's laughter, it was quite controlled. "Where's Landra Lawson you ask? Where's Landra Lawson? Boys! He's looking for Landra Lawson!" The mob joined him in emphatic laughter. "Is that why you're here, you mongrels? To save the girl?" He asked, condescendingly. "Yezziree! An' if yous dun get 'er owt 'ere raht nowr, Ah'lls gib u a big whoopin'!" Bradley threatened. The mob ring began to howl with laughter once again. They seemed to be making fun of us. The leader began to speak.

"Wait a second......let me guess this straight." He said, in his deep, evil villain, british-like accent. "You.......you four stooges thought you could infiltrate the mob's base and rescue someone without getting caught????" We nodded our heads hesistatingly. "Buahahahahaaaaaaaa!" He spat out again, the mob jeered along with him. "You ignorant baffoons! I even bet you thought we'd be off guard on Christmas day," He continued. "Well, the truth of the matter is...." His tone changed into that of a seriously dangerous one. "You were foolish to ever confront me!!!!!" He bellowed. "But.......given the happenstance that you are here now," he said. "You have conveniently reduced my efforts to retrieve my own test subjects. And yes, I probably would have used some ignoramus off the street here...but I like my test subjects to be a bit more healthy than the usual. That would provide longer testing periods. Buahahaa!" He cackled.

I gulped in fear, as did the rest of the party. Being referred to as a "test subjects" wasn't too inspiring. "So....I guess I can spare your lives just a little while longer...."He said. "Lower your weapons," He ordered the mob members. The four of us did not know what experiments he was talking about, so I tried to intervene. "Explain yourself!" I yelled to the leader. He looked at me, with brows lowered. "Hmmm, I don't usually answer to hostile people, but granted that you are going to die in a few moments, I believe it would be proper to lend you some background information about your executioners." He answered. He then took a step back, and waved his cape to the front of his face.

"Allow me to introduce myself......" He began loudly. He then waved his cape backward and leaped into the air. "My name is.........Zandross!" He cried, as he settled onto the ground kneeling before us, his arms spread to the side. It was quite a flashy maneuver. I, however, was not impressed. "Where are you keeping Landra!? Tell me!" I demanded. Zandross stood up casually and folded his arms. "Ah yes....the little matter of what's-her-name. I'm sorry to tell you this boys, but Landra......is no longer with us..." He explained.

***********2************

We were all shocked and apalled, greatly taken aback. "Nooooooooo!" Bradley cried, kneeling down in grief. Disbelief flowed through my mind....."This can't be...." I whispered to myself. "I was too late....."

Meanwhile, Bradley, kneeling on the ground, had new feelings brewing inside of him. Something had sparked, and he was feeling it for the first time. Bright red flames could be seen in his eyes, he was invigorated.....invigorated by his natural Samurai instincts. "RAAAAWG!" He roared. "Y'all are gunna pae fer wut yew did!" He screamed in anger. Bradley then reached for the concealed red katana that Tim had bought from the swordsman down by the arcade. He roared ravenously again, angry beyond belief. With eyes flaming, he raised his katana and drove the sword into one of the mob men. Blood trickled down from the injection point. We could hear the man let out a groan of agony, then watched as his life force depleted. Bradley quickly kicked the body off of his sword, than went for another mob member.

"Harrrraaaaah!" He yelled out of control. He slashed horizontally, as quick as lightning. At first we thought nothing happened. But then we saw what had really come about. A second later a head was rolling on the ground, with the body collapsing. Another mobster tried to ready his weapon.....but Bradley was too quick. Instead he tried to run away, but Bradley, in his furying state, sliced the man's ear off. We saw as it oozed blood and plopped to the ground. The man fell down clutching what was left of his ear in agony. At that moment the seven other mob men surrounded Bradley, with guns ready in their arms. Seeing this, Zandross interrupted. He looked unphased by the gory scene. The party and I, however, were very shocked at Bradley's sudden outburst, with our mouths hanging open and eyes widened in disbelief. Given the right provisions, Bradley wasn't kidding when he said he'd give them a whoopin'. Hussane did not deal quite well with it. "I think I'm gonna be sick...." He said, clutching his stomach. He was not a fan of large amounts of blood.

Meanwhile, Zandross continued. "Put down your weapons!" he demanded. The mobsters looked at him perplexed. "PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!" He angrily ordered. They reluctantly obeyed him. "Alright then," Zandross began, turning to Bradley. "Simmer down my young assassin," He said. "Landra's not dead. If I were as violent as you, I'd have killed half the city by now," Zandross explained. A ray of hope filled our hearts.

"Then where is she, Zandross?!" I asked, angered. He wiped some blood off of his suit. "Funny you should ask that......" He said calmly. "The truth of the matter is.....there was no Landra Lawson. None at all." We all looked at the evil maniac in perplexity. "What!?" I yelled. Tapping his chin, Zandross explained further. "You see, the reason Landra Lawson hasn't been seen these past few weeks, is because she had taken a secret trip to the Galapagos for some "alone" time. How did I know, you ask? I have connections. Let's just say, I am a close friend of the mayor's. And being the clever young jackal that I am, I decided to use this to my advantage. I asked him to lend me some money for important "medical" research, if you will. The dolt actually agreed to it. It seems as though he trusts me, more than I trust him."

This was unbelievable. I struggled to take it all in. I tried to question the events. "But....I heard Johnny talk about the mayor's daughter......" I explained.

Zandross cleared that up. "Do you honestly suppose that I would tell those baffoons of my real intentions?" Zandross asked skeptically. "They're bungling idiots if you ask me." Overhearing this, Johnny and his crew looked to be a little hurt by the remarks. "Boss......you couldn't trust us?" Johnny asked pitifully, with his high, bronx-type accent. "SHUTUP!" Zandross roared. Flinching, Johnny replied, "Yes, sir."

Tim then kicked the ground, a bit peeved. "Stephen, that wretched....He misled us all! I could be home watching Arachakid Season 4! Arrggh!" He complained. After his furious fit, Tim regained composrue. Then he asked Zandross a question. "Hey Mr. eh....Zander, or whatever. What exactly are you doing in this factory anyway? What's this medical research all about?" Tim asked.

Zandross smiled his evil smile, with his fangs showing obscurely from his mouth. "Well, to answer your first question, I'm doing exactly what I should be doing in a chemical factory........making chemicals! You see I'm using the money I received from the mayor to fund the experiments and the research. However, the chemicals I am producing not only heal wounds, but they increase a man's strength tenfold as well. There is however, the unbridled side effect of losing not only sanity, but sense of self and morals, thus creating an unimaginably aggressive and powerful being that can by no mere man be brought down. Think of the power....think of what could be done! Buahahahaa!" He laughed maniacally once again. "However, this concoction is not of my own creation. You see, I believe that that acknowledgement goes to a certain Russian scientist, one who had completed the research for the formula in Africa a few years ago."

***********3************

A sense of deja vu entered my mind. It sounded so familiar.....but from where? I stared at the ground, searching my mind for the answer. Then I remembered. That famous scientist who had created the formula in the first place was Natalie Potam, the woman I had written an expose about revealing the darkest secrets of her life (remember part 1?). That "elixir of life" which she had extracted from various chemicals and DNA extracts of wild beasts in Africa had been concocted in America after a jungle trek. The elixir was proved to be highly unstable, for upon use on a patient in a local hospital, the patient died within seconds. Though I had no idea it could have had such empowering side effects. Zandross continued his story.

"So I believe I should thank Sir Benny Delman for writing the article that caught my eye. Upon research, I was able to find out how to supress the unstable chemical within the formula, to keep the strengthening side effect from being too much for the body to handle. As it turns out....I was successful."

Then I realized......all of this was because of me. It was almost too much for me to handle. There I was, just a few days before, trying to liive my life simply to get through college and earn money. But that fateful day long ago, when I wrote that expose; I would have never imagined in a lifetime that it would cause so much trouble. Events of the past few days flowed through my mind, but then I was interrupted.

"Hmmm, it seems as though you have somehow coaxed me into incessant rambling. Unfortunately for you, this means I cannot let you live, or grant you any sort of opportunity to escape. So I believe, I shall kill you now." He looked to the other mob members....but not Johnny and his crew.

"Alright men......kill them." With that order, the mobsters whipped out their machine guns, and began loading them.

As for our party, we got into our battling stances. "Get ready guys!" I said. Bradley was already equipped with his red katana, and I with my taser-mode cell phone. Unfortunately, the rest had nothing. "I need a weapon!" Tim cried frantically. Then, thinking quickly, Bradley grabbed from his sock the rubber chicken he had brought. "Heah! Catch!" Bradley yelled to Tim, then he flung the rubber chicken into Tim's hands. Tim looked at it in disappointment. "Yeah....thanks alot Bradley."

Hussane watched as the guns were pointed at our party. "Alright, it'll be no good if we stay out in the open!" he yelled. All agreeing, we fled behind a couple of large crates, hoping to hide from the blasts of bullets. "Now what are we gonna do?!" Tim asked helplessly. Mustering some more brainpower, Hussane came up with a plan. "I have a plan!" He said. Then we got into a huddle and whispered furiously.

Seconds later, we put the plan into action. Bradley had my hat in hand and he set it upon his katana. He went to the edge of one crate and slowly raised the katana into the air, revealing my hat to our fire-armed friends. As they focused on the hat and began shooting away, I came out on the other side and lifted up my cell phone. The "Send" button was pushed and I saw as one of the mobsters was brought to the ground by the powerful reach and accuracy of the taser. Luckily, it was quiet enough so the others didn't notice. One by one, I started picking them off. The electrical stream had put down three men before one of them started to notice his fallen comrades and the rising smoke. They began muttering anxiously, wondering what happened. During this confusion, Bradley leaped into the air, and ran aggressively towards the mob members. Hussane, Tim, and I ducked behind the crates to shield ourselves from watching the gory scene. We could hear Bradley ripping through flesh and slicing the mob men apart. Cries of terror and agony resonated into our eardrums. And finally, there was silence. "Awright yall! Et's safe naw!" Bradley cried over to us. The rest of us then bravely ran out into the open once again and confronted Zandross.

***********4************

"Alright, Zandross!" I said. "I want some answers!"

Impressed by our display of strategy and victory, Zandross complied. "Hmmm, you did pretty well for a couple of mongrels. Alright, what do you want to know?" He asked.

I began searching the depths of my mind, and then I remembered the question. "Oh yeah.........I saw a woman in the back of your van, on that one day when some of your men were having a shootout with the cops on Elm Street," I said. (Refer to Part 3)

"If not Landra, who was it?"

Zandross looked up for a moment, thinking. "Elm Street eh?...." He muttered. Then he remembered. "Ah, yes. The ever-traditional mystery girl. I can guaruntee you that that definitely was not Landra Lawson. However, I can see why with your ignorance you could have mistaken her for Landra. Indeed the woman in that van was kidnapped; but she was not held for ransom. She was rather....a guinea pig for our experiments. Of course, we had to wipe out her memory after the experiments were done, to see how she would fare in normal life. That's when I sent these blockheads to survey the job without revealing the dark secret behind it," He said, while pointing to Johnny and his gang. Zandross continued. "But really, this is perfect timing, for you see, now I may introduce you to your next confrontation." He clapped his hands once, though I doubt it was for applause.

He spoke again. "I give you now....Test Subject Number Two.........Kaitlyn Grimm!" He yelled waving his arm into the darkness. The silence that could be heard was broken by Zandross' maniacal laughter. Then we could hear trampling footsteps rushing towards us. The scurrying footsteps came closer and closer, until the figure had been removed from the shadows. It was indeed famous renowned actress, Kaitlyn Grimm, in her ruby red gown, and bright red shoes....only she had lost all sense of herself, and her sanity. Her veins were risen from her skin, and her biceps substantially large. "Hey no wonder she tried to kill us the other day!" Tim pointed out. Breathing heavily, and practically foaming from the mouth, Kaitlyn was a rabid raccoon ready to kill.

As far as I could tell, things were going swell in the beginning. Tim was running the fastest he had ever run in his life, as if he were supercharged by the adrenaline that flowed within him. He had a savage, but determined expression on his face, that even the toughest opponent could not break......unfortunatley, however, Kaitlyn proved to be quite the monstrous adversary. Somehow she shattered his determination like broken glass. Upon meeting Kaitlyn in the battlefield, with all the fierce focus and fearlessness he could muster, Timothy clenched his fist tightly, drew it back like a hanging, destructive crane and thrust it forward with all his might. It was quite a scene. Unfortunately, this is where events went awry. Having the reflexes of a cheetah, Kaitlyn almost instantly, in a flash of light, dashed to the left, bringing the eventual miss of Tim's right cross. It was as if she could sense his attacks before he made them, and it almost looked like she was able to read Tim's fist as it swayed across her face. Then, within another millisecond it seemed, she recuperated and charged her own fist collectively and struck Tim in the right side with tremendous force. I saw as her hand sank deep into his skin barbarously for a split second, then release it's tension by bouncing away. And everyone knows that in Physics, there is more force when an object bounces off another object, than just striking it. A hand shielded my eyes at the painful scene.

For a moment, all was silent. Nothing was to be heard, so I revealed my vision to the scene once again. Tim had stopped in his tracks, almost traumatized by the painful experience. His eyes were widened, and his mouth gaped open. Numerous amounts of sweat beads had collected over his face, and he was clutching his right side in excrutiating pain. It was far too painful for any cries to be made, and in a moment's notice, Tim was the first to drop to the ground. With a resonating thud, he had fallen....like a bird driven with a bullet by the hunter.

Things didn't go any better for Hussane. He was the next to confront Kaitlyn Grimm and it wasn't a pleasant experience. After witnessing the horrific event that had befallen before him, Hussane too stopped in his tracks, as doubt crept into his mind like a snake into the pit of doom. A frightened look appeard across his face; he was losing sense of concentration and focus. Thinking quickly, and hoping not to view another agonizing event, I tried to aid my fear-frozen friend. I called out to him to use his telekinetic powers, even if he had never attempted to use them for purposes other than sport. Agreeing that he had no other choice, and that fist-fighting would be futile, he instead raised his hands to his head, connected his fingers to his temples, and began to concentrate. It was a great success, with deep concentration and determination, the next moment Hussane was able to lift a large wooden box overhead with his mind. As the box hovered above the ground, he then used his telekinesis to lunge it straight toward the ravaging Miss Grimm. I watched as the attack executed perfectly. With full force and adequate speed it assailed to its target. Regretably, it too, was not enough to overpower the rampaging woman. I watched despondently, losing spirit, as the unyielding Kaitlyn, with the littlest effort, held out her hand to meet the oncoming object. The large cube of wood was crushed at its side as it collided with her fist. Splinters of wood flew without direction. The sound of splitting logs was not at all joyous to conceive. Hussane tried desperateley to overpower the sagacious lady with his mind, but all hope was lost, when his connection broke, and there was no more force to use against her.

Angered and furious, Kaitlyn murderously bolted to her target, halting just before him. Hussane stared into the merciless, bright-red eyes of his adversary, and cowered in fright. Defiantly, Kaitlyn raised her hand, and grabbed tightly onto Hussane's chin. She then slowly lifted him off the ground, with his feet dangling in mid-air. Then, with the utmost and frightening stability, with feet planted into the ground, and nothing moving but the arm she held her opponent in; Kaitlyn propelled Hussane like a small air-liner into the backward direction....without ever looking back. I heard a loud crash, and Hussane was the second to fall.

Next was Bradley......he didn't put much of a fight either......somehow I don't think he intended to fight at all. Kaitlyn was still standing in place where she had thrown Hussane like a piece of garbage. Bradley had his katana hoisted in his belt. He ran and then slowed into a walking pace as he calmly approached the unphaseable Kaitlyn. They stood face to face, none saying a word.

After a few moments fo silence, Bradley, with his hand on the hilt of his sword spoke. "Ah'm sorreh, Mizz Grimm, you's been bustin' my fellas up, and Ah ain't happeh abowt dat," He explained. Kaitlyn remained silent, her red-eyes still flaring as she stared at Bradley. "Howeber, az a cibilahzed cuhntry citee-sen, Ah em nawt entihtled ta faht a ladeh," he explained. He looked at the ground and kicked it softly with his foot. "Pur-hyaps we's ken mahk sum sert o' ehgreement, end fix to fynd sum peece."

I was wondering if she could understand Bradley, with his strongly southern accent, and sought for a response. A few seconds later, she made one. She held out her hand to Bradley, and I thought to myself, maybe there is a way to reach her......boy was I wrong. Bradley, happy at the compromisng Kaitlyn, stretched out his hand to shake hers, as he thought, was a sign of peace. He began a speech, "Now, dat wuzn't to.....HYYAAGGHH!"

Immediatly, his sentence was cut short as Kaitlyn furiously grabbed the back of Bradley's head, clenching the hair upon his head, then forcing Bradley's face to make a hard-hit meeting with the ground. In yet another increasingly rapid motion, I saw the circular form of Bradley's head being plunged against the dense floor of the chemical factory, where his countenance was embedded. A loud cracking noise could be heard, and at that, without putting up his fists, Bradley was the third to fall.

My comrades lay lifeless before me....

Silence brewed as I faced excrutiating agony right before my eyes. 'Was I ready?' I asked myself. Kaitlyn stood with shoulders stout, confidently beastly in manner. Her red eyes were perpetuating an eerie illumination that pierced through my very veins. Her feet were rooted fixedly upon the foundation before her, as if she were exerting an enormous amount of pressure upon the solid concrete. Nothing could be heard except for the thunderous beatings of my very own heart. Thump-ump, thump-ump, thump-ump, it went.

What seemed like seconds lasted for eternity. Though I knew, at any instant, like a thief in the night, Kaitlyn could strike. My eyes rested securedly upon her very movements, like a hawk to its prey. I was waiting for a sign, any sign to warn me of her oncoming, so as not to be caught off guard by her sudden onslaught. I did not know exactly what I was looking for… but in due time, I found it.

With a quick flick of the wrist, Kaitlyn’s left eye twitched; a possible side effect of the potion that did compel her to rage. Suddenly, without warning, Kaitlyn was off like a cheetah plunging toward me, the helpless antelope. I braced myself by raising my arms before my torso, and planted my feet into the ground and leaned backward… just a little bit. It seemed to have happened before lightning could’ve struck the ground. I felt a sharp blow plunge my arms into my chest, as I stumbled backward before I could even breathe a single breath. However, I surprisingly kept my ground as the blows kept repeating, faster than you could shake a stick at. I kept leaning backwards so as to cushion the force of impact that impulsed against me, for everyone knows in Physics, if you increase the impact time of a moving object, the force of impact will be much less.

Each hit, caused searing pains that echoed through my entire body. As the barrage of bangs became increasingly numerous, I could not bear it any longer…..I dropped my arms, leaving my weakened self vulnerable to attack. Before I knew it a slew of zingers had struck against my very bones. After an uncountable number of rapid bashes I had endured, Kaitlyn finally seemed to have mercy upon me, as I was practically on my knees gasping for breath in a painfully agonized state. But I was wrong. She was only charging her own arm to deliver the final blow I had noticed after a moment. She had drawn her hand far back and was ready to aim for the kill…..and knock my block off.

Thinking as quickly as I could, I leaned my head backward as far as possible, knowing full well that I would not be able to escape the extremely rapid reflexes of the supercharged actress. I gained ground with a few centimeters, when it hit me, literally. It felt as if a shotput had pounded into my skull as my head began to fly into the opposite direction from where I was facing. The next part of me to go was my torso, my arms, then the rest of me. I knew I was shedding blood, and that’s most likely the moment when I passed out. Before that time of passing from a conscious state to the unconscious, I could hear a faint voice from the distance. “Kaitlyn stop……!” It faintly bellowed through my ears. The echo faded as the blurrying vision set in, and even then I had yet to reach the ground.

A coarse, dark figure came running to the scene of the four lifeless bodies that Kaitlyn had effortlessly trashed. “Please, Kaitlyn! Look at what you’re doing! I’m sorry I put you up to this! I should’ve stopped him! Kaitlyn! Please listen to me!”

Kaitlyn, in her monstrous state, quickly turned around to glance with her piercing red eyes the fool who had confronted her in her moment of savagery. “Kaitlyn…” He said in a soft voice. It was the man without the gold pendant. The aggravated actress, quickly removed her ravenous stance, as her shoulders sagged in tenderness. She seemed to have recognized him. Cautiously, the man crept closer, easing his way to the calming girl. He was reaching his hand out for her to touch.

“Come on, Kaitlyn. Let’s forget this nonsense…forget this mob. I’ll quit the mob, and find a legitimate profession just like you! We can live in peace again like in high school… We’ll get our own place, eat out, and have fun. Just like old times! You just gotta let me take you home.” The bright red illumination that had filled Kaitlyn’s eyes soon began to recede back into their old state. “H… h… home?” The confused woman muttered under her breath.

“Yes,” the man continued. “Let’s go home.” He leaned forward more to lend his hand to hers. Kaitlyn stared at it in innocent suspicion, as the redness in her pupil dimmed to a tiny speck. Slowly and Hesistantly, she made the movement of her hand to his. It seemed as though their love would conquer the potion’s ravenous effects, that is, until something interrupted. A boisterous clamor could be heard, as footsteps trudged closer to the tender scene. In a few moments, a cape waved out of the darkness and Zandross could be seen in a very ticked state.

“Leave her be, you incompetent mongrel,” he said. “Do not betray me. I fear you will regret it dearly,” he said in a threatening tone. The man without the gold pendant turned to Zandross before he could reach Kaitlyn’s outstretched hand, and soon she withdrew as well.

The man stood confidently in front of his boss, the very person who manipulated him into allowing the abduction of his girlfriend. “Zandross! I’ve had enough of your dirty tricks! I should’ve never agreed to anything in the first place! You’re a two-faced, lying, poisonous snake!” He bravely yelled against his oppressor. Zandross chuckled at the half-baked remark while stroking his chin.

“Buahaha! Well, what about yourself, Mr. Good-hearted? You allowed your girlfriend to be captured in the first place!” Zandross retorted. At this remark, the man without the gold pendant burst in anger and shot back, “Errgh! You told me she came willingly! You lied to me! I can’t trust you!” He began to brandish his fist at Zandross.

Meanwhile, Zandross, observing all this pitifullness, began to chuckle once again. “Buahahaha! You ignorant baffoon! Where in all of Manchester have you heard of a willing test subject!? Buaahahahaha!” He laughed maniacally. The man without the gold pendant could take nothing more. In a firing flow of animosity the man rushed toward Zandross and struck his right fist against Zandross’ left cheek of his once laughing face. Zandross’ face was forced to the side and he set his hand upon his cheek to ease the slight discomfort.

“Errgh! You’ve really done it this time, man! I hereby banish you from the club!” He cried pointing his stout finger at the young man. “You were a pitiful excuse for a mob member anyway.” He remarked. This was about the time I came to.

I slowly opened my eyes as I lay on my back in unquestionable pain. As my vision came back to focus, I could see the lights on the roof blaring into my pupils, giving me some slight aching in the head. I groaned as I felt my chin, hoping my jaw wasn’t broken, and then I checked if I had lost any teeth. One was loose, but it was a miracle nothing had collapsed or fallen out, even more so that I survived. She must have held back on me. I began to notice voices in the distance, so I slowly eased up my ailing self and sat up.

It seemed as though some of the contributing factors of the unquestionable pain came from the splinters of wood that lay under my back. I had been tossed against a wooden crate…and broken it, and everyone knows in Physics…ah well, I’ll stop the Physics remarks for right now. I tried to stand up using my hands and knees, and when I failed, I decided that I would crawl for the time being.

Painfully, and slowly, I eased myself onto my stomach, and used my arms and legs to crawl closer to the voices, such as a soldier under fire. Within close distance I could see what was happening perfectly. Zandross, the man without the gold pendant, and Kaitlyn were there, though Kaitlyn seemed to be out of her fit of rage.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same for Zandross. He looked to be extremely furious I assumed, since he had taken the man without the gold pendant by throat, and was waving him up and down in a violent manner. “I’ll make sure you never work in this town again! And by that I mean forever! And by that I mean I’ll kill you off! This will teach you for ever betraying, and even striking me, forever!” Zandross yelled.

Kaitlyn watched helplessly in her peaceful state, crying out for her boyfriend’s safe deliverance. Ignoring her pleas, Zandross scoffed, and began to laugh once again. “Buahaha! Silly girl! Why don’t I let the pain and agony slowly brew within you, so that the effects of my potion will reveal themselves once again! Buahahaha! Then you will be under my control just like before!” I could hear Kaitlyn screaming frantically and tugging at Zandross’ cape to try and persuade Zandross. Then, it began once again. The tiny speck of red that rested in her eyes began to flare like a piece of flint at every moment. As the hand around her boyfriend’s throat clutched ever tighter, the fire in Kaitlyn’s eyes burned even brighter. The savage-like personality began to come forward once again. Her breathing became heavy, her body tense, and veins popping. I watched in horror at the terrible scene. The caped terror had the brave young hero by the throat, who was clutching his aggressor’s hands in hopes of regaining control, all the while the young damsel going through a terrible mutation that resulted from a horrific twist of fate.