He was returning to Mega City while he left most of his main force behind to finish the job of hitting the supply bases. It was a job that could be accomplished in less than a week and one that didn't need him. Besides, he had reason to return to Mega City: his enemies were waiting for him there.
Once they could have been considered allies, they had chosen to defend the human murderers. The humans wanted nothing but to wipe out all the reploids on this planet, yet they chose to fight him and the humans, trying to reach some notion of equality. There could never be any equality. The humans had drawn reploid blood once again and this time, they would pay by losing their entire race. He would scatter them to the far corners of the planet, then out into the galaxy itself if he had to - there would be no human left on this planet.
Why could they not see what was coming? That there would be no peace in this galaxy - the humans saw reploids as abominations. Soulless creatures that walked the planet in metallic bodies that would never die - would never cease to function unless destroyed. The reploids could never be excepted because they were an abomination to the very front of life. There was nothing to the reploid outside his chips and circuits.
Wincing, Death Star rubbed his hand against his forehead. Using his fingers, he massaged the pounding inside his head, threatening to black him out. It was too soon - way too soon. He concentrated, focused his entire will upon the pain, and made it go away - ebbing to the corners of his mind, where it stayed in the dark ... there, but ignored.
When he opened his eyes, Blue stood before him, her hands in her trench coat. "You're not well, DS. You shouldn't be going up against them. They might kill you."
Death Star managed a wry smile, pulling himself forward a little in his seat to look at Blue. "I have to see him. I can't let him interfere with my plans that are coming - his recovery was too quick. Too fast. I'm not ready for him to be out there."
Blue picked a seat across from him, crossing her legs and clasping her hands together. She studied Death Star quietly for a moment. "So you'll kill him?" she asked bluntly.
"Yes. I should have gone for the fatal blow the first time we fought, but I merely accepted the damage I caused. It was unwise of me to do so," Death Star said, tilting his head to look out the window.
"You've saved them all several times so far. Despite yourself, you can't help but try to avoid killing them," Blue said.
"... Weakness," Death Star admitted outloud. "One I should not grant them anymore. With the human forces crippled, they will be even more determined to stop me now. The mere fact we have the Ragnorak is an alarm to them - a reason for them to shut us down. More than once, while we were out there in Siberia, I felt like we were being watached."
"Who do you think it could be?"
Death Star snorted. "I don't care how smart Slasher has gotten since I last knew him, it was not him. My guess? Wiendigo. He's a slithering snake in the grass. And he's the type that will strike you right in the throat."
"You know, I think you really want to go there for someone else - not to see the other you," Blue said, glancing at her fingernails.
"Oh?" Death Star asked.
"I think you're going there to see her."
"And you don't want to see him?" Death Star countered. They both just stared in silence as the shuttle continued to fly onward toward Mega City.
Despite that, around six humans decided to return to Earth for whatever reasons. At least it kept a paycheck coming to her and that's all the flight attendant really cared about. As the people began to exit the shuttle, she checked their ID as each of them passed.
Once young woman came up and handed over her ID. She was wearing a strangely metallic looking scarf, but it looked very trendy. The flight attendant looked it over. "That's very nice, did you find it offplanet?" she asked the girl as she looked down at the ID.
"Uh, um, yes," the young woman answered.
The flight attendant finished looking over the ID, then handed it back. "Thank you, Miss. Terra, for flying with us. Please enjoy your stay here on Earth."
"Ah'm sure I will," Terra said, giving the woman a polite smile as she stepped away from the flight attendant.
"Of course," Strife said, glancing around. "Wow. How disappointing."
"What do you mean?" Terra asked, trying to figure out what he was looking at.
"The city. There's no explosions or fighting or anything. It's so quiet," Strife said. "Shucks. I was hoping to at least get mugged."
"I like the quiet. It'll help us try to find out what all has happened. And maybe if we're lucky we can find Slasher and the others," Terra said.
"Right. I know the perfect place to start looking," Strife told her, taking her arm and walking down the streets.
"Are you sure?" Terra said, sounding doubtful.
"Of course. It comes with being a security officer. You can just tell where there's trouble," Strife assured her, passing a dark alley as they hurried down the streets.
Stepping out of the alley, Snipe glanced at the two with a raised eyebrow. "You can just tell when there's trouble, huh?" he said outloud with a smile, watching them walk out of sight. "Now this I have to see."
As it took another step in, suddenly a large rat landed on the figure's head, wrapping it's tail around his eyes. "I got him!" Ratshoot cried out, hanging onto the person's face with his tail.
Quickly, Roadkill came speeding out from the corner and slammed into the person, sending them falling to the ground with a loud thump. The person struggled to stand up, but Slasher was already out, spraying mace into the person's eyes as soon as Ratshoot had unwrapped his tail. That's when he saw who it was.
"John?" Slasher said, looking down at the man grabbing his eyes in pain and rolling around, letting out various phrases of curse words, most of which involved horrible things about Slasher's mother.
Cheryl walked over and grabbed Snipe by the arm, lifting him up. "You should know better than to go sneaking into people's hideouts, John," she said chidingly, applying some medical supples to his face to help the pain.
"Dammit to hell, Slasher, what the HELL is your problem?" Snipe cried out, rubbing his eyes furiously. He shook his fist at the cyborg. "When I can see again properly I'm going to belt you one in the face.
Slasher looked at him with a deadpan look. "That color red suits your face, John."
"Fuck you, Slasher," Snipe roared, waving Cheryl away. He wiped at his eyes a few more times, then pointed at Ratshoot. "I see you now, asshole."
"I'm a rat."
Snipe sighed, dropping his hands to his side. "There's not much difference in Slasher's case."
"You wound me, John. I---" Slasher began, when he turned to look at two more figures walking into the room. "Well, well, Terra and Strife. I thought you had run off to another planet to avoid this entire thing."
Terra smiled sheepishly. "We heard that the situation had changed a little, so I thought I should come back and try to help."
"I don't know if we have room for people who go running off at the first sign of trou---" Slasher began when Cheryl shot him a look. He coughed. "How did you find us?"
"I led them here when I ran into them. They were standing out like a couple of targets," Snipe said, splashing some water in his eyes.
"Hey! We were not! We were merely looking for where renegades hide!" Strife insisted, puffing out his chest.
"Somehow I don't think the arcade is the place to look," Snipe said sullenly, still doctoring his eyes.
"You never know when you might find a Maverick hiding in an arcade store," Strife said, looking indignant.
Ratshoot grew bored and bounced over to the controller of the holovid, flipping it on. He then scattered up onto a table and sat there, watching it.
"We'd like to help," Terra repeated. "If you would let us."
"That's nice," Snipe cut her off, turning to look at Slasher. "I have news about the Cole situation. Katrina managed to remove the chip from his head and the tracers. But I felt it best if they laid low a little while before meeting back up with you. The military is crawling over the city looking for Cole."
"I couldn't imagine why. Oh, wait, he cut up the Vice President," Slasher said. He glanced at the holovid, the news playing on it.
"It was the chip that did it," Snipe assured him.
"How did he override the chip's control long enough to kill Mac?" Slasher asked.
"That's a good question..." Snipe murmured, then shrugged. "I guess the 'kill everything in sight' program just stood out the most?"
"Perhaps," Slasher said slowly, narrowing his eyes at the holovid. Everyone else turned to look also at a young girl wearing a mask, a cape, and a pink shirt with a catgon symbol. She was standing there next to a reporter, having an interview.
Slasher immediately grabbed the controller and turned up the volume. The reporter was speaking. "Just a few minutes ago, this young heroine managed to subdue two men who were trying to steal an old woman's purse. What's your name?"
Everyone stared, except Snipe, who rubbed at his eyes with a towel. Slasher rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I couldn't begin to imagine who that cleverly disguised sixteen year old girl is," he said sarcastically.
The young heroine smiled at the camera. "I can't tell you my real name, but you can call me Lunar Girl!"
Strife coughed. "More like lunatic girl," he said.
Snipe pause, squinting at the screen. "Wait, that bedsheet looks familiar..." he muttered to himself. "I have one just like it."
The reporter and Lunar Girl continued to interview on the holovid while Slasher shook his head. "I don't believe she would be dumb enough to do this."
Terra shook her head also. "And she said I was crazy."
Snipe raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you two know Lunar Girl?" he asked.
Cheryl looked at Snipe ruefully. "This really isn't an act, is it?" she asked.
"Now I see clearly where she gets her intelligence from," Slasher said wryly.
Snipe rubbed the back of his head, staring at the obvious Michiru. "What? Hey, you know, I think that's really my bedsheets. ... HEY! LUNAR GIRL STOLE MY BEDSHEETS!"
Everyone stared.
The hospital had finally decided to let him go the following morning. They wanted to keep him over night just make sure his body was doing okay after the trauma. But, they had done all they could do.
Which suited him just fine. He had to go out there and find a way to stop this war. He didn't know how he was going to do it. And he didn't know where the others were out there. But ... he was going to find them.
The sound of something breaking came from the hallway. Wheeling his chair around to the face the door, he listened carefully. Ariel had gone downstairs to get some food, leaving him alone for the time being. His instincts told him there was something dangerous going on and that with her out of the way, he was in trouble.
Rolling his chair over to the door, Wind leaned forward and opened it. Then, he moved out into the hallway, glancing both ways. It seemed deserted - even the nurses' station was empty. Which wasn't exactly unusual, since the nurse might be out to help a patient. But something didn't feel right.
Moving slowly over to the station, Wind rounded the corner and leaned forward in the chair to get a better view. He saw a pair of feet sticking out from behind the station and realized that it was most likely the nurse. Which meant that either she fell down or she was attacked. And if the latter were the case, then the attacker would still be on the hallway.
As he began to turn the chair around, something came flying at his face and hit him right above the right eye, knocking him back against the chair. The wheelchair rolled back a few feet until it hit a wall. Shaking his head, he looked forward, seeing someone approach him. And he recognized the person immediately.
His attacker was a reploid with black and blue armor, spikey black hair, an eyepatch over his left eye, and a face that was an exact copy of his own. It was the reploid copy of himself, Death Star. "You," Wind said threateningly, gripping the armrests of his chair.
Death Star gave him an empty smile. "Me." The two of them looked at each other, neither of them moving. Wind debated trying to attack the copy, but he realized that it would be an impossible scenario - he didn't have his weapons and fighting from a chair was a distinct disadvantage. Mainly the fact that he had no training in such a position. His second option was to run, but that equally impossible - the wheelchair wouldn't get him away fast enough. He was at the mercy of his other self.
"Why are you here, Death Star? To kill me?" Wind asked coldly.
"Yes, actually. I don't tend to make a habit of beating cripples, but in your case, well, your mind is much too dangerous, crippled body or not," Death Star said casually.
"So you're afraid I'll think of a way to stop you, is that it?" Wind asked.
"Exactly. But, not you per say. You see, I know I'm seen as the villan of the piece," Death Star began, kneeling down to be eye level with Wind. "Despite the fact that my beliefs are ultimately the correct ones, the fact remains that most people aren't willing to totally annihilate the enemy in order to insure their own survival. And you and all the others are going to do whatever it takes to stop me." Death Star smiled again. "Which, of course, always ends in a victory. That always amazed me - despite the odds, we always won. The 'good guys'. I mean, you have the same memories - even though we always had the smaller force, we won. Why? Who knows. But I've seen it too many times to ignore."
"If you think you can justify your actions, your mistaken," Wind said. "You're just a a low class killer who is using this opprotunity to kill every human on the planet."
"Wow. Is that what you summed it up as, Wind? I'm just a psycho killer? I'm you. You're me. You should know exactly what I'm thinking. It shouldn't matter that there's decades of difference between us: you should know," Death Star hissed.
"Sorry, I'm not seeing it. What you're doing is wrong, Death Star. Killing all the humans won't solve anything," Wind told him.
"WRONG!" Death Star shouted, pointing at Wind. "It will solve over one hundred years of senseless violence. Humans enSLAVED reploids, they FORCED them to work, and when some reploids had enough, they KILLED THEM. And you know what? They got so fid up with our idea of equality they locked us up in a fucking wasteland. Do you remember THAT, WIND? DO YOU?" Death Star kicked Wind's chair backwards, sending it smashing into the wall. "THAT is your solution. Let the humans push us around. Well, NO MORE. Even if I go down as the biggest murderer in history, I'm going to make sure the reploids have a place to live." He swung his fist out and hit Wind, sending him falling to the floor from his wheelchair. "They'll never accept us because they think we're soulless monsters. And that SCARES THEM. Yet you would defend them!"
Wind winced, his head spinning. Weakly, he reached up, trying to find the arm rail on the wall to pull himself up. However, a swift kick to his ribs sent him falling back to the ground. "Y-You'll... never...win..." he said hoarsely.
Death Star just smiled and reared back again when suddenly a hand came down on his shoulder, swung him up and around, then let him go, launching him away down the hallway until he slammed into a food cart, knocking it over as he hit the ground. Standing up, he turned to look down the hallway at one very pissed off woman. "Ariel," he said neutrally. "It's good to see you again."
"You stay away from my husband," Ariel said, then launched herself forward, punching Death Star in the face and sending him over the fallen food tray onto the floor. Throwing himself into a roll, he slid back to his feet as he stared at her. "I'm going to make sure you never touch him again."
"An eye for an eye, Ariel? Wow. You've gotten violent," Death Star said with a mock grin. Ariel responded by leaping over the food trap and coming down with a kick to his chest, knocking him back down the hallway. As he rolled, Death Star instinctively began to pull himself to his feet, only to have another kick to his face send him up into the ceiling.
Hitting the ceiling, Death Star came back down and twisted to avoid Ariel's incoming punch. He landed on the ground, then moved forward and punched her hard across the face, managing to unbalance her. "You know, I really don't want to fight you. But, it doesn't mean I won't," he told her. Ariel responded only with a quick jab to his armor, cracking it underneath her knuckles. She then swung her arm around and slammed it into his face, sending him stumbling backwards.
Ariel dashed forward, throwing a quick jab at his face again. Death Star grabbed her arm and swung his fist sideways into her nose, causing her to close her eyes in pain. He then quickly brought his leg around to sweep her off her feet and onto the floor. As Ariel hit the floor, she swung her foot upward into Death Star's chest, sending him backwards. Using the momentary distraction, she sprang to her feet and gathered some holy energy into her fist, then slammed it hard into Death Star's left cheek, sending him into the wall.
Using his hand to steady himself against the wall, Death Star blinked in his eyes a few times and shook his head once. "Wow. You've gotten a lot stronger. At least I know I don't have to hold back on you," he said with a grin. Ariel swung her fist at him again, but he moved to the side, letting her drive her fist straight through the wall. He quickly punched her twice in the face as she was stuck.
Ripping her fist free from the wall, Ariel spun around and slammed her hand into the side of Death Star's face, sending him smacking into the other wall. She reached out, grabbed him, then slammed him against the wall. Then, she threw him down the hallway some as she gathered more energy into her fists. As Death Star hit the ground, he rolled backwards, got into a crouching position as she rushed forward. Before he could react, she had punched him hard in the right side of his face, then again in the left side. As she brought her fist around for another blow, he tilted his head, then punched her hard in the gut, then brought his fist up into her face as she bent over some.
Ariel fell backwards, seeming to be completely offguard. Death Star dashed forward, throwing a fist at Ariel, but she ducked down quickly, letting him overextend himself, then brought her fist straight into his armor, smashing a hole in it and sending him flying backwards again into the end of the hall wall. Steadying himself, Death Star turned and was met with a flying holy blast into his chest, sending him smashing through the wall and outside.
For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, then he began to fall rapidly downwards toward the parking lot. Then, with a loud impact, he slammed straight into a car, smashing through it until he went completely through it. The car was completely totalled. Ariel glanced back at Wind, who was pulling himself up with a hand rail, then jumped out after Death Star. She landed next to the car just as he was beginning to pull himself out.
Deciding to help him, she reached into the car and pulled Death Star out, lifting him up into the air and slamming him into the pavement hard enough to crack it. She then punched downward at his chest, but he rolled to the side, letting her punch straight into the pavement. "Jesus, you're pissed," he said wearily, running out of energy reserves quickly.
"You pretend to kidnap my daughter. You cripple my husband. Then you come back to kill him," Ariel said icily, lifting her head up to look at Death Star. "I'm beyond 'pissed'." She then launched at Death Star, throwing a quick punch at his head. Ducking down, Death Star rammed into her with his shoulder, knocking her back. But Ariel cupped her hands together and brought them down on his back, sending him crashing to the pavement in pain.
Wincing in pain, Death Star tried to push himself up off the pavement. However, he was met with a kick to the side, sending him falling to the ground. Ariel stood over him, preparing another energy attack to end the job. Taking a deep breath, he pretended to be too weak to stop her, then waited for it. As soon as Ariel brought her arm to bare on him, he reached up, grabbed her arm, then swung her into the ground, flipping to his feet and coming down on her arm with his knee. A cracking sound echoed through the parking area.
Ariel winced in pain briefly, but hid it immediately. She rolled away from Death Star, holding her left arm in a semi-protective stance as she got to her feet. By then, Death Star had reached back and grabbed his sabre, activating it. The two stood there, eyeing each other as they took deep breaths.
Then Death Star launched at her, slashing through the air at her side. Ariel moved to the side, then slammed used her good arm to swing around and nail Death Star in the side of the face, sending him sliding back. He moved forward again, swung out at her side, watching her dodge again - only, this time he out guessed her. Spinning around quickly, he brought his sabre flying around at her face in an attempt to cut right through it. Barely able to react, Ariel jerked back, tilting her head so the sabre only cut a fine line under her right eye, leaving a nasty cut.
"That's going to scar," Death Star commented. Ariel responded by punching him in the face, sending him stumbling back. She moved in to attack again, but he moved out of the way and slashed out at her. Suddenly, a sword appeared in her hands, created out of thin air, and was brought to parry his attack. The two slid back, each holding their weapons in their hands.
Ariel slid forward, swinging outward in a low position, trying to cut him straight along the lower belly, near the groin. Death Star stepped back, knocking his blade down against her's, then moved forward as she slid back, swinging out at her face. Ariel brought her sword up to parry him, then spun around, bringing her sword spinning at him from the right side.
Twirling his sabre, he brought it into position to parry her, then ducked down as she repositioned herself. He jabbed at her right leg, but she jumped up over the sabre, then swung her sword down at him from above. Forced to roll backwards, Death Star avoided the sword, letting it hit into the pavement. Getting to his feet, he was barely in position by the time she was already upon him again, stabbing at his shoulder. He swung his sabre in a half circle, parried, then moved backwards, eyeing her.
Then he slid forward, swinging out at her, knocking the sword from her hand. He then turned and begun to bring his sabre around at her from the side, but she ducked the swing, then punched him in the chin with her good arm. Stumbling backwards and caught off guard, he was unable to stop her from retrieving her sword again
Death Star then moved forward and swung down at Ariel, forcing her to step back and parry his sword away. She then responded with a quick jab at his side, which he moved his sword around to deflect from the side. They both slid back, staring at each other, then moved forward again, both swinging at each other at the same time, locking their swords together. As they pushed against each other, Death Star suddenly jerked to the side, trying to offset her. However, she was prepared for it and was bringing herself around for another attack, when he kicked out at her left arm - the one he had broken.
Her mouth opened for a scream that never came out and she stepped backwards, holding her sword in determination, but obviously in great pain. Using this moment, Death Star moved forward and swung out at her throat. Despite the pain, Ariel had her sword there to parry, but slid back some more. She jammed her sword into the pavement and raised her good hand at him, letting loose another holy blast, which slammed into him and smashed him into the side of a car. Despite the energy assertion, she aimed at the car and fired another blast, hitting the gas tank and blowing up the entire car - engulfing Death Star in the flames.
Allowing herself to fall to one knee, Ariel propped herself up by using her good arm on the sword, eyeing the flames. Death Star suddenly stepped out, wavered, then fell to one knee, also. They sat there staring at each other for the longest time. Ariel, despite having brought herself to the brink of energy depletion, still had enough in her to go another round. But she was unsure how much more Death Star had left in him.
Death Star, on the other hand, was completely wiped out. He didn't have it in him to go another round. He had to make it seem like he could, though. He straightened himself out. "Well, Ariel, it seems we're pretty much equal. Lets finish this again some other time," he said, sliding backwards, then out of sight.
Ariel let her sword vanish, then grabbed her broken arm, wincing. She looked up at the hospital and got to her feet, moving back to Wind.
"Don't," Ariel said. Wind looked at her confused. "Don't blame yourself. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted to do what I did. And I enjoyed giving him back the pain he has given us."
Wind gave her as smile. "You're quite the woman," he told her lovingly. Ariel gave him a smile, then turn her gaze back to the doctor as he worked. She had a bandage under her eye where a sabre cut had gotten her. "I know you would have won if he hadn't left."
"I know," Ariel agreed. She looked over at Wind, who was shifted in his wheelchair and obviously thinking hard. "What's wrong?"
"It's just something that he said," Wind murmured.
"What?"
"Something about the humans hating reploids because they have no souls," he said, rubbing the side of his face.
"Is there something there, you think?" Ariel asked him.
"Yes, I think there is most definitely something there. And I think we need to find Slasher to get to the bottom of it. I just hope I'm right," Wind told her.
"I hope so, too," Ariel agreed.
"I enjoyed having you over," Slasher said, standing up to walk him over to the door. "But I understand you have to get back to your family."
"Yes. I need to go find out how that Lunar Girl stole my bedsheets. I just hope the police can find her and arrest her," Snipe told him.
Terra looked over at the two talking, then glanced at Cheryl. "Shouldn't we tell him who Lunar Girl really is?" she asked.
"No," Cheryl said easily, listening to her music.
Slasher reached out and gave Snipe a pat on the shoulders. "You're really one of a kind, John. Take care of yourself," he told him.
"You too, Slasher," Snipe said, giving him a thumbs up. And with that, he walked out of the warehouse.
Slasher turned to look at the others. "I just got the signal from Wiendigo and Gravedigger. They're about to arrive in Mega City. I'm going to go meet with them and bring them back here."
Cheryl nodded. "Want me to come along?" she asked.
Slasher shook his head. "I need someone with some sense in their heads to watch everyone," he told her, glancing at the various Mavericks, Terra, and Sil.
"Kay," Cheryl said, nodding her head to her music.
Slasher chuckled, put on a silly hat and coat to disguise himself, then moved over to the door. He opened the door, glancing around, then slipped out into the night.
Strife lifted his head to look at Slasher leave, then glanced back down at his cards, then over the table at Ratshoot, who was holding his cards with his tail. "Do you have any ...9's?" he asked seriously.
"Go fish," Ratshoot said.
He stood up, pacing around the warehouse. Katrina had suggested they take turns keeping watch, in the event that someone tried to find them. So far no one had come to get them, which meant that they were to stay put a little longer.
Cole stopped, turning his head. He thought he heard something in the warehouse. Keeping his guard up, he began to move toward the back of the warehouse, looking around. The darkness of the warehouse made it a little creepy, like one giant, empty room. But as far as he could see, there was nothing for anyone to hide behind in here.
Coming to a stop, he shook his head, guessing it was just his imagine. As he began to turn around, he barely even heard the person land behind him. Before he could react, the person had already pushed a gun to the back of their head.
"Bang, mate," came the British voice.
"Pope?" Cole asked.
"Dammit..." he cursed, trying to get the lid open, but his hands wouldn't cooperate. But then, a soft pair of hands came down on his own, which stopped the shaking. Blue reached over and opened the lid for him. Nodding his head, Death Star brought out an implant and swallowed it quickly, the shaking stopping and the purple aura vanishing.
"The fight almost made you lose it completely," Blue told him.
"Yes... obviously fighting speeds up the process. Which isn't surprising now that I pause to consider the old days," Death Star said behind labored breaths.
Blue rubbed her hand down his cheek. "You need rest. You're hot," she said.
Death Star moved her hand away, shaking his head. "You should go. We don't know if it can spread when it's like this."
"I can handle it, believe me," Blue told him, then leaned against the table. "Things didn't go well, huh?"
"Stay out it," Death Star snapped, glaring at her with his one eye. "It's none of your business. Why don't you worry about Cole? He's the love of your life, isn't he?"
Blue's lips turned into a frown. "I've heard about what happened with Cole the other day," she said.
Death Star took a deep breath. "Yes. I've heard, too. He had a fight with the Katrina girl, then they left together and haven't been seen since. You think he's with that human whore, don't you?"
Blue glared at him. "So what?"
"You're angry because you love him," Death Star said. Blue laughed, crossing her arms.
"Love him? What, just because we fucked a few times I love him? Some cheap promises of romance and love? I was just a good lay for him while he got over his little tramp. And that's fine. I enjoyed it. Some good sex is fine, but it didn't mean anything to me," Blue told him, running her hand over Death Star's chest. "I see your armor is off."
Death Star moved her hands off his bare chest. "Stop that," he said, annoyed. "And you're lying to yourself." He looked at the wall.
Blue looked at him. "You're just pissed because your woman would rather be in the arms of your fake than with you."
Suddenly Death Star growled and grabbed Blue's arm, slamming her back down on the table as he got up on top of her. His lips sneered as he looked down at her. Blue just laughed. "It seems I right. Cole fancies a human girl and your woman would rather be with a bunch of energy. Kind of puts us both out, yes?"
Death Star began to smile and leaned down, kissing Blue on the lips in a rough manner. He reached down and began to undo her shirt as her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him down hard against her.
"Is that so? Man, I knew it was too good to be true that we could have a real super hero on our hands," his partner joked.
"I know, right? To think we had our own little teenage protector," the first cop laughed.
"So, who did you assign to do it?" the partner asked.
"Oh, I got an equally creepy person to find her. The Silouette girl. She readily took the case, too. In her own creepy way," the cop told him.
Standing outside on the police roof, Silouette looked over the Mega City area. Tonight, she went on the hunt.
We won't let them change
How we feel in our hearts
We're not gonna let them control us
We won't let them shove
All their thoughts in our heads
And we'll never be like them
I've got no place to go
I've got no where to run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all
I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always say
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I'm gonna prove them wrong
It's me against the world
Me against the world
Now I'm sick of this waiting
So come on and take your shot
You can spit all your insults
But nothing you say is gonna change us
You can sit there and judge me
Say what you want to
We'll never let you in
I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
Me against the world
I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've got to prove them wrong
They'll never bring us down
We'll never fall in line
I'll make it on my own
Me against the world