Babies love their parents. Preteens have a love-hate relationship with their parents. Teenagers hate their parents.

Why? It’s because they’re seen as the Restrictions of Joy, no matter how harmful a teenager is willing to do for some fun.

For decades, centuries, millennia, maybe since forever ago, there’s been myths about devils lurking in the woods late at night.

Of course, like every other generation, there’s always going to be a thrill-seeker who doesn’t believe it until they see it.

“Did you see him yet?” Eirome asked, peeping behind trees.

“If I saw him I would’ve told you already, Eirome!” Saviadra snapped. “Now, for the last time stop asking me.”

“Saviadra, this is only my second time asking you. Calm down would ya.” Eirome responded offensively. He kicked a load of leaves just in case the person he was searching for lied under them.

“And two times is just enough.” Saviadra said. “I can’t believe I agreed to this. I hope nothing’s happened to him.”

“It was your idea to sneak out here!” Eirome retorted.

Saviadra sharply turns to Eirome, stopping him in his tracks. “Yeah, as a joke!” She countered. “You’re the one who seriously wanted to do it. Now we’ve probably lost Jerellico to a devil. Thanks to you.”

“Jerellico was the one who wanted to split up. I don’t have a say so. He does whatever he wants. Now can we please keep moving, we’re wasting time.” Then Eirome proceeded forward.

Saviadra shook her head. “Pathetic,” she murmured under her breath.

Eirome heard that, but only surreptitiously shot a nasty glance.

Finding Jerellico was becoming less inevitable. Eirome was tempted to give up and go back home, but simultaneously he couldn’t see himself not living a insouciant life that he always had. He refused to be part of some type of speculated mystery murder heard around the village of Bisilon.

“Look.” Saviadra said, pointing down at the ground. “Is that the roots of a tree?” She wondered as it glowed green.

“I-I… think so.” Eirome replied vaguely. “Let’s see where it leads to.”

They slowly follow the trace, barely looking up to not lose track of its origins. The green glow exhilarated through their retinas, as if becoming blind to the green.

Then there it was above them; a silhouette of the letter T with a circle shape right above the center.

Both Eirome and Saviadra couldn’t keep their mouths shut together as their eyes widened, despite the bright glow.

Immediately as the T figure descended down by the branches holding it up, they recognized who it was, causing Saviadra to cry instantly. She grasped Eirome’s arm so tight that she could falter the blood flow.

“It can’t be.” Eirome blurted out, meaning to keep it to himself.

“Oh, but it can,” a baritone voice erupted from the figure, the green glow now shifted to yellow.

“Unleash the devil upon you, Jerellico!” Eirome shouted.

“I am no devil, fool.” Jerellico sardonically smiled.

“Liar!” Eirome responded incredulously.

“Never call me a liar.” Jerellico grumbled. He raised his hands in the air like a champion. “I am Father Nature!”

Petrified. Eirome and Saviadra were simply petrified. They allowed a minute to go before gathering their thoughts to form a sentence.

“No.” Saviadra remarked.

“Yes.” Jerellico replied.

“That’s impossible.” Eirome said.

“Anything’s possible with me.” Jerellico sardonically smiled once again. “You mortals convinced yourselves that earth was inherited by a goddess out of hatred for me.” Jerellico shook his head. “Idiots. I have dominion over you and I always will! You mortals make me sick. You’re weak, destructive, immature. I tried the best I could to save you from yourselves. But instead, you murder me, and spill my blood into the dirt and soils so that I couldn’t reach you any longer. Well, not anymore! The cement you build upon me won’t protect you from my wrath. I’ll destroy and rebuild new mortals. One who will obey and fear me to do no wrong. Say goodbye to your peasant lives!”

“I am Olouricle. A living time watcher. You, sir, will be timed to escape from the maze within ten minutes from Shadamere, the living darkness. If you lose, your essence will be intertwined with his. Do you understand?”

Cirba gulped on his own saliva and nodded his head.

“Ten minutes starts now.” Olouricle said before disappearing.

Cirba immediately takes off running, veering to the right, as it’s the only passage so far, then a left. He zoomed down the isle only to stumble upon two pathways.

He shifted back and forth before ultimately choosing to go right. With a few turns, it was a dead end. Cirba quickly ran back to the two-way spot, this time going left. By the time he ran down the left path, Olouricle said, “You have five minutes.”

“How could that be possible!” Cirba murmured to himself as he was again stuck in a two-way passage.

He suddenly heard a eerie noise coming from the start of the maze. “Oh shit.” He said to himself.

He made a left turn this time. After a U-turn, he came to another dead end. Cirba grimaced, turning back to his two-way spot once again. He ran to the right. Multiple turns were made for this path. By the time he made it to another two-way path, Olouricle said, “You have two minutes.”

Lucky for Cirba, this two-way path didn’t have a complicated decision. The right side already had a clear dead end, but the eerie noises became louder.

Cirba took a left, another left, then a right. Two-way again. Cirba went with his gut and took a left. He was relieved to find out there was no dead end, finally. But still, Olouricle reminded him of the time. “You have thirty seconds.”

Cirba began sprinting throughout the maze. Every stop he encountered, only made him run faster. He zoomed from passage-to-passage until suddenly the walls came down like curtains for Olouricle to say, “Your time is up. Better run!”

The finish line of the maze was far. Cirba determinedly race down the end as darkness was afoot rather quickly than expected. When Cirba nearly made to the finish line by a millisecond, everything turned black.

Coming back to Xithurald High School was the last thing Obahri thought he would ever do.

It’s not like he was the loser of the school, he had popularity. But he didn’t have the loyalty from certain people, or the love he wanted.

He was surprised the school gates were still open, even after school had just finished today.

It had been eleven years since he last been here, which means he skipped his class reunion. Now that he saunters down the hallways, he felt like he could’ve went, but at the time he didn’t wanna see none of their crusty faces.

“Mr. Jhiseic!” A male voice called out.

Obahri turned and immediately recognized who it was. “Mr. Wataniel.” He replied, barely smiling.

“You know you’re a year late for a class reunion, right?” Mr. Wataniel said.

“You know I don’t care, right?” Obahri responded.

Mr. Wataniel tugged Obahri to walk with him. “So what takes you to come here?”

“Just had an urge to see how this school was doing since I’ve been gone.”

Mr. Wataniel scoffed. “You act like you’re a celebrity or something.”

“I’m not, but I am a drop-shipper now. Have a wife and two kids.” Obahri smiles as Mr. Wataniel widened his eyes.

“That’s amazing!” He said like a proud father.

Obahri abruptly halted when he looked into the cafeteria. Confused, Mr. Wataniel looked back and forth from the cafeteria to Obahri. He ask, “What are you looking at?”

Obahri stared for a little longer before saying, “You remember when I got into a fist fight in there and you had to break it up?”

“Yeah,” Mr. Wataniel chuckled. “You really fought Esserien over Tievauma.”

“No! He fought me over Tievauma. That girl was weird. She literally wanted everyone to refer to her as Mermida ‘cause she believed her spirit came from the seas.”

Mr. Wataniel face burned a bright red from laughter. “And I’m just now knowing about this eleven years later.”

“I thought teachers talk.” Obahri said.

“You’re looking at the principal of the school now.” Mr. Wataniel said pointing two thumbs at himself.

“Congratulations!” Obahri shook his hand as he nodded in gratitude.

“Yep. Don’t have to train these deficit students how to spell or sound out the most simplest words.” Mr. Wataniel shot a look at Obahri, whom looked at him funny and had to retract his statement. “I mean, not everyone… just… don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Your lips were very good at that in my reading class.” Mr. Wataniel pointed out.

“That’s because that class was boring and every time I did speak, Esserien always had to chime in with a slick mouth.”

Mr. Wataniel said nothing, so Obahri continued. “I just can’t believe my friends didn’t wanna hang with me anymore after that fight. Like I initiated it or something.”

“Why do you think they did?” Mr. Wataniel asked.

“Because Esserien made up a rumor that I talk bad about them all the time.”

“I did no such thing.” A random voice blurted out behind them.

Obahri knew who it was.

My sister Cemprischa and I both knew it wasn’t gonna be the same camp we had every year of the summer like we used to, since our dad passed away. But we’re willing to still honor the tradition.

The sky gloomed over our tent as we coated ourselves in a deep sleep, I felt my bottom area tingling to go outside to whiz in the grass. My eyebrows furrowed when I felt my bare feet squash in mud.

“Are you kidding me!” I loudly whispered to myself, while pondering if I go back inside to put on shoes. Its clearly no point in doing that now. “It just had to rain earlier.”

I allowed my feet to squelch a few away from the tent, squatted down and began to soil the grass with my urination. After I finishes, I glance back and saw something large and round silently land far down the maze of trees.

I pull my pants back up, arisen with curiosity. I squelch a little closer, yet far enough for my retinas to process what’s in front of them. While halfway hid behind a tree, I see two hairy, human sized entities with long faces lift the dome cap of its spaceship, then walks down the steps.

I hid completely behind the trees when the creatures surveyed their surroundings and one looked over my direction.

I, at least, let thirty seconds go by before slowly taking a peek. The creatures were now only looking at each other, yet no words were spoken. Only an idiot would believe they were having a staring contest. Due to me watching lots of sci fi movies, it’s obvious they’re speaking telepathically.

Using their distraction as opportunity to tiptoe away, I rip the tent open to awaken Cemprischa.

“Cemprischa, Cemprischa, get up.” I whispered, violently shaking her. I shook her harder when all Cemprischa did was groan and turn her back on me.

“What!” Cemprischa snapped.

I immediately covered her mouth, telling her to shush. “Come on. We have to go.”

“Go where!” Cemprischa smacked my hand, still speaking loud. “Why are you whispering?”

I smacked her upside the head. “Shut up!” I say, now frustrated. “Don’t let them hear you. Get up, we’re heading in the truck. It’s not safe.”

“What the hell is going on?” Cemprischa quietly asked for the first time as she removes the covers off her. She froze when she felt something sticky and gooey. “Is this mud?!”

“Come on!” I ignored the question. “We don’t have time.”

We both get settled in the truck. I injects the keys into the engine, cranking up the vehicle. Unfortunately, the truck cuts off as fast as it cuts on.

“No, are you kidding me!” I frustrated as I desperately keep attempting to start the truck up.

“Mazzerine.” Cemprischa said unsettling.

“What?” I responded still fixated on the truck.

“Mazzerine, look out your window.”

My eyes widened when I saw a humanoid dog staring directly at me. My body tenses up as much as my sister does. The dog breaks the window, attempting to grab Me. My sister and I hysterically scream as I wildly smack the dog’s paw off of me, then kicks it in the face.

Cemprischa quickly pulls me to her side of the truck, hopping out. We tried to run back, but there was another dog sitting there. We redirected ourselves away from it, scorching our legs and feet from branches and sharp grass blades until we make it to the end of a cliff. We both take one good look back at the chasing dogs then at each other.

I grab my sister’s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump.

Every step causes the ground to splash on Humpty Dumpty’s legs.

The pelting rain makes it difficult to see as he constantly wipes his eyes every second of the step. Humpty Dumpty couldn’t afford to rest nor look back as he feared to collapse.

Far down, his eyesight captured a medium size house on a plain of grass, no street way. Unthinkably, feeling he had no other options, he charged towards the house. Humpty Dumpty gangled upstairs and violently bangs on the door, simultaneously glancing back frantically.

“Let me in, please! Please, let me in! I’m endangered.” Humpty Dumpty bellowed.

His fist nearly hit the homeowner when she opens the door.

“Good, lord!” The woman eyes widened as she attempts to shut the door.

Humpty Dumpty took the risk of jamming his foot between the door and yelled, “Wait! I need help. Please!”

“What are you?!” The woman shouted, still trying to shut the door. The wind was heavy as box of jugs, glasses of cups could be heard hitting the floor.

“I’m Humpty Dumpty, I need your help!” He told her, pushing as hard as he can. “People are trying to kill me!”

Suddenly the door swifts open, the woman stopping him from tripping over. “You’re real?!” The woman gazed at him in awe, shutting the door behind him.

“Yes.” He replied trying to catch his breath.

“H-how’d you get here?” She asked, her eyes filled with wonder.

Humpty Dumpty shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, let me get a towel. You stay right there.” She ran off.

Humpty Dumpty surveyed all of the broken glass in the kitchen and saw the living room next door inherited the glassy spikes on the floor. He heard big footsteps echoing from the hallway, seeing the woman return, whipping a towel out of its folded position.

“Here,” she says lightly applying the towel against his fragile body. “My name is Yisephanie Halajem by the way. What’s yours? Oh, wait! Silly me, I already know!”

They both laughed, Humpty Dumpty’s coming off a bit anxious.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you in any sooner.” She proceeds. “I thought you were one of those crackheads looking for a place to stay, due to this heavy storm. I’m surprised you survived it.”

“Me too!” He muffled from her drying his face. “Is something burning?”

Yisephanie looks back and drops the towel, dashing to the stove. “Oh, no!” She panics, using the towel she wipe Humpty Dumpty with to lift the pan. “That was the last steak! How am I gonna eat? All the stores are closed.”

“I’m sorry.” Humpty Dumpty said. “It’s my fault.”

“No,” Yisephanie says. “It’s mine. Now I can’t feed my kids.” After sulking for a little, she looks at Humpty Dumpty whom is still standing at the door. “Oh, you can come in. Sit at the table.”

“Oh, no it’s okay.” Humpty Dumpty said.

“No, I insist. You’re my guest now.” She replied, pulling a chair out from underneath the table with a warm smile.

Humpty Dumpty hesitantly approached giving her a warm smile back, and sat at the table.

“So tell me, Humpty Dumpty, what were you exactly being chased for?” Yisephanie wondered as she tossed burnt steak into the garbage.

“Well, I guess people spotted a walking egg in their neighborhood and got suspicious, or-or maybe hungry, since you told me all stores are closed, and I guess they chased after me.” Humpty Dumpty explained. He then screamed when he felt a big knife stab into his head.

“I think it’s because people are hungry.” Yisephanie nonchalantly responded.

Sommero rolled up his sleeves and couldn’t believe how many times his arms been cut.

He swore he dodged the attacks with prominence, but obviously that wasn’t the case. It’s clearly something he has to work on more.

Although Sommero agreed to join the hunger games, he had more of an alliance in mind that could be on his team. Starting with one of the best hand-to-hand combat fighters Jedtheis Chuwonie.

When Sommero saw Jedtheis across the field and shouted his name, he wasn’t expecting for Jedtheis to causally approach, then attempt to swing his hidden blade.

It’s clear what Jedtheis’s mind is set on, too bad Sommero has no way of getting through to him. He didn’t even get a chance to negotiate, since Jedtheis chased him around the woods for hours.

As Sommero finished up wrapping the last few bandages on his arms, he heard footsteps creeping up. Sommero immediately hid behind the trees, covering his panting mouth with his arm. The creepy footsteps were getting louder by a second. His heart beats fast as a cheetah, making him wanna run like one too. Again.

Sommero began moving back, not bothering to look pass the tree to see whom is walking. Too bad luck wasn’t on his side for this game when he accidentally stepped on a stick, giving up his spot.

An arrow immediately grazed past his cheek, following up with a woman zooming around the tree.

“Agellest, wait!” Sommero cried out, quickly recognizing her.

She kicked him into another tree, then released another arrow. Sommero rolled out the way by instinct. He ran in tackling Agellest to the ground and they begin to wrestle. Agellest reached for one her impotent arrows trying to stab him. Sommero caught Agellest’s arm, slamming it down, breaking the arrow on impact.

Frustrations grew within Agellest as she released it with a punch across the face, then jamming her fingers into Sommero’s eyes. While Sommero screams in agony, Agellest escapes from his hold, kicking him in the stomach twice. Sommero caught the third kick, climbed to his feet, then drilled into the tree bark.

Agellest used the tree to lift herself up, using the other foot to kick him once more. Repelling him back in place, Agellest went into her battle stance waiting for him to make a move.

“Stop!” Sommero cried out. “I don’t want to fight you, I want to negotiate.”

Agellest knitted her eyebrow suspiciously.

Sommero dove into his pockets and pulled out money. “Will two thousand dollars help?”

“You have the camera rolling right?” Shontis stopped in the middle of the hallway, her expression full of curiosity.

Bleirshal sighed. “For the billionth time, yes!”

“Don’t start with me!” Shontis grumbled, pointing her finger in the camera. “This was your idea anyway.”

“Just keep going, I don’t wanna get caught.” Bleirshal said.

Shontis scoffed. “I’m pretty sure no one’s gonna be at school one o’clock in the morning, Bleirshal-”

“Just go!” Bleirshal shrieked, making Shontis scurry off.

They found the door they were looking for. Most people would immediately dash in, but Shontis oddly just sat there and glared at the door, like a child told to sit in a corner for a timeout. Bleirshal’s impatience began rising, almost yanking the door open to push her in. But in a nick of time, Shontis remarked, “2-3-4. Mr. Thinugo’s door.”

Bleirshal shifted back and forth between the door and Shontis for dramatization, then he attempted to pull open the door, only to find out it was locked.

Shontis protruded her hand out, as if telling him to move back. “Allow me to demonstrate,” she said steadily. I have no magical abilities, I am just incredibly perceptive.” Kneeling down to pick the lock.

“Who told you how to pick locks?” Bleirshal asked.

Shontis looked up at him with an knitted eyebrow, giving off an “you should know” type of look.

“The internet.” Bleirshal figured. “Of course that’s what it is.”

After a few seconds, Shontis heard the door tick. She looked at Bleirshal giving that same cocky smirk she always does when she achieves something. “Let’s go in.”

Bleirshal skimmed the room through his camera lastly stopping at Shontis’s face.

“You look in the desk, I’ll look through his cabinets.” Shontis ordered, running towards the cabinets down the corner.

Bleirshal zoomed to the desk irritated to find some of the drawers had locks on them.

“How about we switch places.” Bleirshal suggested.

“Why?” Shontis made a semicircle, plastered with confusion.

“Because the drawers have locks.” Bleirshal answered.

“Well, so does the cabinets.” Shontis replied.

“Oh, Mama Mia.” Bleirshal rolled his eyes.

“I told you to watch videos about picking locks before we got here!” Shontis said, the annoyance rising in her voice.

“I’m sorry!” Bleirshal shrieked. “Look, I’ll wing it.” Using a paper clip to pick the lock.

Shontis scoffs proceeding to do her own thing.

After a few minutes, Bleirshal gracefully unlocked the drawer. He slowly wields it back, finding packs on top of packs of salty white bags.

“Shontis, come look at this!” Bleirshal called out.

Shontis didn’t waste any time rushing to his spot. Her eyes widened when she looked inside. “That son of a bitch!” She snarled. “There’s the crack!”

Mr. Lehinas hardly came out the house, but when ruckus struck from those snide teenagers, he zoomed out like a coyote.

Mr. Lehinas couldn’t quite grasp the issue with people, especially children feeling the need to bother others for entertainment no matter the circumstances or effect it has them.

Three young men, or should Mr. Lehinas refer to them as three young doofuses, would walk by his house everyday after school. They come by stomping on Mr. Lehinas flowers, laughing and giggling about it like the assholes that they are.

Whenever Mr. Lehinas came rushing outside, the three young doofuses would scurry away. It was like Tom chasing Jerry, only it’s triplets. Mr. Lehinas never knew why he even bothers sometimes having the option to call the cops on them, but in the back of his mind he remembered being a kid once.

He remembered that he once stole candy from the corner store with friends just for the thrill of it while unfortunately getting caught. But almost caught to be exact, since he and his friends barely escaped with their lives. He remembered the rush in his veins, the excitement, the terrifying fear of repercussions pertaining to jail.

Like a birthday surprise when he got home, his father already had the belt in his hands ready to smack his butt with it. Just reminiscing on it made Mr. Lehinas rub his butt as if it just happened yesterday, but now thinking about it, he always wondered how his father knew of his stealing. He figured maybe his father and the store owner personally knew each other just to keep a close eye on him in secret.

At least he didn’t go to jail that day, he probably would’ve never gotten the tech job and investments to retire as early as he did.

As scheduled, the three young doofuses came stomping on his plants again, yet when Mr. Lehinas stormed outside, it was only one doofus.

He was then hit by heavy loads of water by his own water hose projected by the other doofus.

“Come on! Come on!” The doofus who sprayed Mr. Lehinas said running towards.

The two doofuses came kicking and stomping Mr. Lehinas on the ground, even taunting that he couldn’t do nothing about it by sticking their fingers up Mr. Lehinas nose. Mr. Lehinas screams were full of agony as they proceeded to spray him again with the water hose, this time with so much pressure since they were closer.

“Guys, stop it! Stop it!” The third doofus said breaking up the altercation. “You didn’t say we were gonna do this!”

“Oh, shut the hell up!” The first doofus snarled. “I knew you weren’t gonna be on board so I didn’t tell you.” He kicked Mr. Lehinas again.

“Stop!” The third doofus yelled covering Mr. Lehinas like a shield.

The first doofus scoffed, then departed with the second doofus after disappointingly staring at the third doofus for a minute.

“You okay, sir?” The third doofus asked.

But Mr. Lehinas didn’t answer as he felt so humiliated, shocked, and ready to hide back in the house.

Every week of jogging, Wilfia couldn’t resist her sorrows for this one little girl that always played on the playground by herself.

Most of the time, if not ever, kids would pay her dust for some odd reason, which led Wilfia to ask herself: is she annoying? Is she rough with the other kids? Does she stank or something?

Questions that needed answers, but there’s only one way to possibly know.

Wilfia decided from her jogging schedule she will introduce herself to the little girl. Not as herself though, more like cuddly, fuzzy, cute fur ball with four legs.

Wilfia ran her longs legs straight towards the park where she’d found the little girl doing completely nothing. In fact, she appeared to be filled with the blues, glancing at the other children occasionally. It made Wilfia somberly carry her four legs to the little girl and begun exhilaratingly sniffing, hopping, and licking causing the little to be a bit scared at first as she almost took off running.

But then she stopped in her tracks innocently gazing at the Wilfia fulfilled with so much hope in her eyes. The little girl slowly came back mirroring Wilfia to harmlessly approach as well, putting her head down. The little girl took it as a sign to diffidently glide her hand across her head softly transitioning into patting, then to a complete double-hand massage.

Wilfia couldn’t help getting weak on her knees and crumbling to the ground, technically on the last step of stairs on the playground. Wilfia could feel the little girl’s energy brightening up allowing laughter to escape through her lips.

The little girl ended the fantastic massage that Wilfia was receiving and gave her a look on her collar.

“Wilfia.” Her high pitch voice uttered. “Well, nice to meet you, Wilfia.” She shook her paw. “I’m Ghamorsi. Wanna throw a ball with me?”

Wilfia’s tail began to waggle crazily, watching Ghamorsi digging in her pocket and pulling out a tennis ball. Usually she’d used this ball to throw against a wall so it can bounce back to her, but today is a different story.

As she throws the ball for Wilfia to catch and return back, Wilfia couldn’t help to acknowledge the children in the background staring enviously. To rub it in, Wilfia began to chase and tackle Ghamorsi like they were playing tag, which made the kids approach. Too bad Wilfia knew they only wanted to play with her through Ghamorsi, so she would bark and growled at them forcing them to leave.

Ghamorsi didn’t seem to mind, since the kids treated her like a throwaway trash anyway. They kept on playing upon hours and hours until it was time for Ghamorsi to go home.

Wilfia went back home too, and by next week she came back and saw Ghamorsi had a new friend on the playground that Wilfia has never seen before. Ghamorsi spotted Wilfia jogging by and for some mysterious reason, Wilfia felt this energy that Ghamorsi knew who she was.

Ghamorsi curved into a huge smile and waved at Wilfia and she returned the same courtesy.

Carrying male muscle mass could be so stressful, especially if dressed in armor and jumpsuits.

But on occasions like these, its usually because their drunk, hurt, or been knocked out in a fist fight.

For Pamilyon’s sake: it’s both hurt and knocked out in a fist fight, only on the bright side she gets to steal the suits for her own benefits. Sadly, it wasn’t fully beneficial as Pamilyon would hope, being repulsed by the sweaty man odor underneath the suit, but that’s what comes with the price of being a spy.

“Alerviene, I’m on my way to the main room.” Pamilyon said into the earpiece.

“Excellent!” Alerviene responded. “Now hurry, before you miss Thiel’s big event.

“Copy that.” Pamilyon said already making haste.

She made it to the double doors like instructed on the holographic map from her wristwatch and peeked through the window. She seen Alerviene standing next to a big portal assuming to be giving commands towards his men who are dressed exactly the way Pamilyon’s disguised as.

Pamilyon couldn’t help but to mimic Thiel’s hand gestures and exaggerated movements for a bit before entering inside.

“You guys ready to go?” Thiel asked his men, then begins approaching the portal.

“Oh shit!” Pamilyon said to herself jumping over the railing using a grappling hook to ease her fall.

She ran towards to the portal shoving scientists and armed men out of her way and jumped through. Flowing through some type of wormhole, she fell into a dark alley. Pamilyon climbed onto her feet, ripping off her mask and surveying her surroundings.

“What?” Pamilyon murmured to herself trying to find it’s familiarity. “Alerviene?” She spoke into her earpiece. “Alerviene?” Still no answer.

As she slowly takes steps ahead, she’s suddenly punched by surprise, knocking her into a nearby dumpster.

“Pamilyon Hustrious.” A man said with a slight hint of excitement.

Pamilyon’s narrowing eyes surveyed the familiar male voice. “Thiel Vierim. Of course you weren’t man enough to fairly confront me.

“Since when were there ever rules in fighting?” He smirked.

Pamilyon glared at him grinning her teeth. “What is this place?”

Thiel tilted his head as if flabbergasted by the question. “Sweetheart, you should know this place. We’re back here from over twenty years ago.”

Pamilyon widened her eyes. “You went back in time?!”

“How else would I get the high technology that you have? I have to go to an era where I was trusted.”

“No!” Pamilyon said. “You’re here for Alerviene Lindorther. You want to kill him.”

“That’s possible.” Thiel casually nodded his head. “I see he told you about him and I, but he didn’t tell you the full story. He sabotaged me just to have Stelliest Zacalix to himself. He knew I liked her. Now I’m here to destroy the spy facility once and for all.”

“And I’m here to stop you!” Pamilyon replied.

Thiel held his hand out and made a ‘come here’ gesture saying, “Come stop me.”

Pamilyon lunged forward kicking him in the stomach, or so she attempt. Thiel caught her leg on reaction, tripping her up by the other leg. He relaxingly moves back a few inches telling her to get up.

Pamilyon rose onto her feet dusting herself off, then leans in traveling her fist to his face. Thiel dodges it, catching her second upcoming blow and locking her arming behind her back. He runs Pamilyon into the dumpster, then slung her onto the ground tumbling.

“Your fighting skills suck for a spy.” He sneered.

Pamilyon got on her feet once more moving her hair away from her face. “Come on!” She spats, getting into her fighting stance.

Thiel nonchalantly approaches her and strikes her in the face before she could, following up with a kick colliding against her ribs, finishing off with another punch.

Pamilyon kicks his leg, making Thiel say, “Finally you land a hit.” Returning the same low kick, only stronger.

She collapsed once more, leading Thiel to pick up something that sound like metal. He begins to smash Pamilyon’s head with a crowbar over and over again, until some random announcer says, “Game Over!”

“Ha! I told you, you suck at this game, Cajemer!” A woman shouted.

“Shut up, mom!” Cajemer yelled.