Jane decided to keep attending to the ball, and keep an eye on the mysterious man. Nothing she heard was relevant information, but she savored the dancing. She had danced with at least six other gentlemen before Madam President walked up to her. Holy hot damn! She's coming to see me!

"It's love-lee to see you haire Miss Isla Pheehlips, ai 'aven't 'ad le pleasure befaire." To be frank, Jane never met the President before, only saw her on television. "Ai know on-lee jén-tellman are to dance wiv le ladees, but ai expéct danceng wiv you weehl be mairé fun." The President extended her delicate hand to Jane and she seized the opportunity to dance with the President. Oh my gods….the first female President in the history of France, asked me to dance!

"I could never refuse such a request," Jane declared as they began to dance as a more upbeat song began to play. They made a strange pair, but everyone was laughing and entertaining themselves to this hip upbeat song. Everyone who joined in the dance was out winded when the song finished.

"Merci fair makeng mon night haire maire enjoyabuhl, Isla. Ai 'opé to see you maire often." The President confessed as she kissed her cheeks, and Jane reciprocated in kind.

"You're most welcome, I appreciated the dance Madam President," Jane beamed as she watched the President leave the dancefloor.

From the corner of Jane's eye, she spotted something shining from the balcony above. Shit, I forgot about that man! Before her brain processed anything she tackled the President as a distinct gun shot rang out through the ballroom. Shrieks and screams were everywhere, people scattered all about and the men who were supposed to protect the President came charging in. Two of them helped Jane to her feet.

"I'm sorry Madam President," Jane spoke softly as she extended her hand to help the President stand up.

"It's Okai, I'm Okai…. I 'aird zat shot, and saw mon life flash befaire mon eyes, 'owevair we are both ok. Wairé you injured Isla?"

"No, no...I'm fine." Jane lied as she had smacked her knee on the ground hard, when she feared the President was going to die. But she knew her mission wasn't over. I have to go after that man before he makes his escape!

"Mademoiselle President, we should go. Ze rifleman aiméd 'is shot at you, et la ajents who waire sent aftair 'im are dead." announced one of the Secret Service Agents.

"Non we are haire to suppairt a cause, ét ai don't inténd to run awai from 'im. Zat man failéd, and 'e won't try zo again tonight. Zo let's finish zis."

"Madem-"

"Ai said non, we aren't leavéng, you 'ave Miss Isla Pheehlips to thank, I'm not een body bag."

"Thank you, Miss Pheehlips, you 'ave done la France a sairvice." affirmed the Secret Service agent, who stood by the President.

"No need to thank me, I'm just glad we survived." Jane felt her cheeks burn from all the attention. I need to get out of here and find that man.

"Did you manaje to find le bullet?" Madam President asked, as she looked at the Secret Service Agent with a stern look.

"No... Just whaire eet left its mark. Ai suppose eet dissulvéd. Mademoisellé President, you should at least gét chekéd oot by ze physician." The Secret Service Agent seemed generally concerned for the President. Does he feel guilty over the fact I saved her rather than him?

"I'm coming, I'm coming…..oh thank heavens you were here Miss Phillips, should I have a look at you too?" a man with a medical bag inquired as he ran over to them surveying the situation.

"No, no… please take care of Madam President." Jane stated as she looked for an escape route, she had to leave. But it was even harder when everyone was paying close attention to her. Please just leave me alone. "Please excuse me, I need to use the loo. Does anyone know where it is?"

"I'll lead you zere," spoke the Secret Service Agent.

Jane raised her hand as if to stop him from following. "I'll be fine, you keep an eye on Madam President, just point me in the right direction. I'm sure to find it."

The Secret Service Agent appeared to be on edge, but pointed her in the right direction. Sorry but I don't need a bodyguard. If I did, the Duke would have sent a detail to follow me around, I'm sure. Jane steadily left the ballroom in the direction he had pointed. If I were that man, where would I go? She didn't have to think too hard, the next thing she knew that man had appeared before her eyes and before she could react he covered her mouth with his hand and dragged her away.

"You really enjoy your games don't you Miss Phillips?" seethed the man through clenched teeth as he dragged her to the coat closet across from the bathroom, "I really didn't want to go out with a bang, but you leave me no choice." He forced her to sit, and handcuffed her hands above her head. "I'm peeved it has to end this way, but it will get the job done." He declared as he clicked a button before her eyes.

Jane was stunned silent staring at him in his audacity. "Wh-what are you doing...why were you trying to kill Madam President?" Jane inquired as he scoffed at her.

He tore off her mask and slammed against the wall causing the plaster to shatter to the floor in broken clumps and gold dust as she flinched away from him. "I knew it was you, no mask can hide you from me." He then pulled on the chain dangling off her neck and snapped it off with a hard tug. He smacked her hand as she went to reach for it. "No...it's mine now" He lifted the locket to eye level, the heart shape spun before his eyes and he smirked. "I'll be taking this as consolation."

"Why are you doing this?" No, no, no….not the locket!

"This is really unnerving of you to keep playing this game... you know why I'm here, and you know what I was doing, and you may have made this a bit more difficult for me, but now it's time to say goodbye... the next time I'll see you is at your grave." He slammed the door shut, and left her in the closet.

Who the hell is that man…why does he think I know him, and what does he mean about my grave? Didn't he say...go out with a...bang? "NOOOOOOO!!!!" She shrieked. I'm sitting on a bomb..."COME BACK HERE AND LET ME OUTTTTTTTTT!!!" If only I could pound on the walls or doors...I'm never going to get anyone's attention like this. shit shit shit!!!

Officer Weiss parked the car in front of the Cheshire’s morgue and Officer Holt got out of the car and opened the door for Cynthia. The sounds of the traffic and a heated argument were muffled by the distance the golden gates provided. Cynthia blinked away her tears as they streamed down her cheeks as she looked up to Officer Holt. Fuck, this is real? She convulsed and coughed a few dry heaving coughs before she croaked out, tears streaming endlessly down her cheeks, “I can't..I can’t... go in there…"

Officer Holt bent down placing hand on Cynthia’s knee and comforted her by rubbing her back in soothing small circles. Cynthia rubbed her nose across her sleeve, as she attempted to halt the streaming tears. "It's OK Cynthia, I'll go with you. You don’t have to do this alone," Officer Holt offered her hand once again and this time, Cynthia took it and allowed the officer to lead her into the building, one step at a time. I’m trusting you, please…Don’t ruin it.

The moment the pungent smell entered her nostrils, she couldn't move to the garbage can fast enough. Is this what the dead smells like? Fuck… Her world turned on its axis and Officer's Holt's shouts were muffled by the force in which the red projectiles left her lips and she barely had time to cover her mouth. She could hear her internal heartbeat pounding in her eardrums, like the rushing of a waterfall as the nausea hit her like tidal waves engulfed by a tsunami.

Everyone sounded like the adults in Peanut Cartoons. She gripped the edge of the garbage can with both her hands until her knuckles turned completely white. She leaned halfway into the can, retching every last bit of pizza she ate for the past week and a half. My 5-year-old self is laughing at me somewhere, I thought you wanted to be Sherlock Holmes...you can’t even handle ONE dead body!!! Hahahaha!

She felt someone shove a squishy plastic tube in her hand. She turned her head as she lifted it up as the words came into sharp focus 'Vicks Vapor Rub' clearly written across the tube. Why would you give me this? She tried not to allow gravity to pull her head back down into the trashcan as she turned her head to the side examining the man in the white lab coat and scrubs. Did he give this to me? She bit down on her lip, tasting the familiar taste of copper as she managed to crack her lips between her teeth. Her heartbeat slowed down as she forgot how to breathe.

Cynthia stared at the man in the white lab coat's name tag: 'Doctor Daniel O'Connor.' The Doctor stole my breath from me. Her gaze moved up to Doctor’s O'Connor's blue eyes as she released the air she held in her lungs. “Wa wa wa wa wa,” The Doctor’s words never reached her ears but she ripped open the tube and mimicked his hand gesture and placed the gel from the tube on the bow of her lip. She took a deep breath in, inhaling the minty taste of menthol into her lungs and her heart began to perform a strong staccato. Who knew Vicks vapor rub could eliminate the smell of death? TV had not been wrong.

“Doctor O’Connor, did you find my father?” Cynthia pulled down on her neck with her right causing it to pop as she looked up to the Doctor.

“Please call me Daniel,” he spoke softly as he patted her elbow facing the ceiling. “I believe I have. Come with me and you can see for yourself.” He walked towards the wall of drawers. He opened a panel and pulled out the body on the slab. The badly hidden body under a thin white sheet, looked bloated. The hands and feet looked wrinkled, and the discolored skin from being waterlogged for days, if not weeks.

INT. LOCAL BUS - SUNNY MORNING

The bus is driving to through town and is packed to the brim. Very few seats left open. Various people on the bus. Mostly Adults ranging from 20-60. Some are standing and holding on to the prongs. Three seats are left completely open.

Pete Mustang, 8th Grade, Middle School Student is sitting on the second last seat on the bus. He is sitting by himself with his knees tucked in on the seat in front of him. He has his headphones on, but the music off and drawing in his notebook.

The bus lurches as it stops at the next stop. Several people get off the bus, but not enough to empty the bus completely. Just the back seat, and the seat up front.

Jamie Brown, 8th Grade, Middle School Student steps on to the bus. She shows the driver her bus pass before she sits down in the empty seat next to Pete. She leans over to see what he’s doing.

Pete turns away from her, hiding his drawing.

Jamie places her palm on his notebook and tries to pull it out of his grasp, but he just yoinks it into his chest and protects it with his crossed arms. She sighs as she turns away from him she drops her book bag on the floor in between her feet, and pulls out her own notebook. She leans back in the seat and props her knees on the seat in front of her. She pulls out a necklace from under her shirt, unlocks her journal with the key dangling from the chain and pulls the golden pen and begins to write in her own journal.

Pete just stares at the girl sitting next to him. He looks down to her notebook and only sees a bunch of blurred words.

PETE MUSTANG

What are you doing?

JAMIE BROWN

I thought you wanted to be left alone...

PETE MUSTANG

You sat next to me...not the other way around.

JAMIE BROWN

Well, you can continue to do what you are doing and I’ll continue doing what I’m doing...

PETE MUSTANG

Fine.

JAMIE BROWN

Fine.

Pete unhugs his journal and turns to a new page in his as he looks over to the girl who sat next to him. He absorbs every inch of her, from her bob haircut to her black waredrobe before he starts a new drawing. He starts to draw them sitting on the bus together.

Jamie continues to write in her notebook for a few more minutes without a word. She then looks up as the bus lurches into the next stop.

A few more people get off the bus, emptying out more seats and the seat across from them empties out.

Jamie moves to stand up, but Pete grabs her bag and pulls her back into the seat. Her notebook falls to the floor. Jamie looks to him in anger.

JAMIE BROWN

I was just going to move to the next seat-

PETE MUSTANG

You can stay.

Jamie sighs and let go of her bag, and bends down and grabs her notebook from the floor and shoves it back in her bag before tucking her knees back into the seat in front of her.

JAMIE BROWN

Fine.

PETE MUSTANG

I...just...I just want to draw you.

Jamie gave him a thoughtful look as she leaned over and viewed his notebook. He was drawing a sketch of all the passengers on the bus, but the focal point was them.

JAMIE BROWN

That’s some talent.

PETE MUSTANG

Thanks.

JAMIE BROWN

Who taught you to draw like that?

PETE MUSTANG

No one really taught me. I do have a few books at home about it.

JAMIE BROWN

What kind of books?

PETE MUSTANG

How to draw books

JAMIE BROWN

Neat, what made you want to learn?

PETE MUSTANG

I guess my mom...what were you writing earlier?

JAMIE BROWN

Oh...well...I am working on a Novel.

PETE MUSTANG

Sounds Ambitious. What is it about?

JAMIE BROWN

I really don’t want to discuss it.

PETE MUSTANG

Why not? We talked about drawing.

JAMIE BROWN

Because it’s not good enough

PETE MUSTANG

When do you think you’ll be finished?

JAMIE BROWN

Never.

PETE MUSTANG

Why write a novel, then?

JAMIE BROWN

Because I’ve felt the need since I was a little girl.

PETE MUSTANG

How little are we talking?

JAMIE BROWN

Uh..I was in Kindergarten when I wrote my first story...it wasn’t that good, but I was determined to write it. It was 12 pages front to back.

PETE MUSTANG

You wrote a 24 page story as a 6 year old?

JAMIE BROWN

It wasn’t really finished. I rushed the ending and killed everyone off so I coud meet the deadline.

PETE MUSTANG

That’s pretty Morbid for a six year old. Why did you kill them off?

JAMIE BROWN

I didn’t like happy endings, they didn’t feel real. But neither did killing everyone.

PETE MUSTANG

Why did you feel the need to kill everyone?

JAMIE BROWN

I didn’t want to have to write a sequel.

Pete laughs. The bus lurches to the next stop, their Middle School.

Jamie stands up and grabs her book bag and heads to the door, and turns around and sees Pete still sitting in his seat.

JAMIE BROWN

Come on, we are going to be late for class.

Pete packs his notebook in his bag and follows the girl off the bus.

PETE MUSTANG

I’m coming, I’m coming.

EXT. MIDDLE SCHOOL GROUNDS - SUNNY MORNING

Jamie hops off the bus and waits for Pete.

Pete hops off the bus next to her.

They both start to walk to the school and as the bell rings they both start panic as run towards the school

"REIN!” she heard the familiar shrill of the Headmaster speak her name.

She flipped the page in her book and continued to read as if she didn’t hear them speak.

“REIN!! You need to get going, Professor Lucian already gave you detention today, he could expel you if you don’t show up now!”

She sighed as she scooped up her books and shoved them into her bag. “Do you have to spoil my fun, dad?”

“Don’t call me that!!! I’m the Headmaster here!” they said as they walked over to her. “Did you eat Rein? Do I have to bring you lunch from now on?”

She shook her head, “I wasn’t hungry today, Headmaster, I promise I’ll eat dinner if you bring Ramen.”

“They didn’t have Ramen in the cafeteria today?" the Headmaster slumped to the ground and hugged their knees. "Oh that's right, They ran out today. I’m sorry Rein, I will be sure to get you some Ramen for dinner this evening.”

“That’s all I asked for,” she said as she patted their head gently before entering the nearest door.

“That’s not Literature!!! REIN come back!!!” The Headmaster tried to open the door after them but the door was locked. “Rein….Professor Lucian will have you EXPELLED!!!”

Rein laughed as she leaned against the door behind her. “You can’t follow me now.” She smirked as she escaped out the window and ran to the parking lot, where a ginger girl in a red convertible was waiting for her. “Hey Rein, I got your text, are you sure you want to leave like this?”

“Yea I’m sure, if I go to Professor Lucian’s class I’ll just die," her face was turning completely magenta just thinking about it. "All the boys there have a crush on me and I’m sure they will be reading their love poems during class today,” she slid into the passenger seat. “Can we just...GO…anywhere but here?” before I die of embarrassment?

“Anywhere the convertible can take us, any ideas?” a smile emerged on her lips as she glanced at Rein. “Are you trying to be Xianique?”

“Whose Xianique?” she quirked a brow as she shook her head.

“She’s the protagonist in Merger of Worlds, you know the books, video games people just can’t get enough of…”

Rein blinks…”wait…the Fantasy novels you gifted me a few months back and told me to read?”

“YES those novels REIN, you didn’t read them? What have you been reading, everyone who sees you sees your nose in a book, but you aren’t reading the hottest fantasy series in the market?”

“Ah, no sorry I haven’t gotten the chance yet, I’ve been reading Neil Gaiman’s work..he has a lot, ya know?” she shrugged.

“OMG, at least listen to the audio books so you can be in on the hype!! You wont’ regret it.”

“Ok, Chelz I promise I’ll read them.” she bit her lip.

“Good because the LARP theme park is being built here that connects all her chronicles together and we just have to go and it would be difficult for you to come if you don’t understand the minimal of the lore.”

“Theme park? Why would they do that?”

“The Author always wanted it to be and when she got the money, she decided to make it happen. It’s going to be so sick!!! They say construction of the park will be about ten years but she’s opening tours in the beginning to watch the magic happen.”

“Maybe, I should just go back to class. I feel like I don’t know you anymore Chelz.” Rein sighed as she stepped out of the convertible and walked toward the school. “See you…tomorrow maybe?”

Chelz dropped down in her seat, “Yeah, tomorrow is fine. I have to go take the dog for a walk anyhow, see you later Rein.” She drove off.

Rein walked to the front of the school seeing the headmaster with their arms crossed over their chest made her laugh a little when she entered the building.

“I see you changed your mind about escaping Rein, let me escort you to Professor Lucian’s class. I won’t let him expel you this time.” The headmaster wrapped their arm around her shoulder and led her to literature class, opening the door for her. “I’m soooo sorry Professor Lucian, I lost track of time while talking to Rein here, please excuse her absence from the beginning of class.”

“If it isn't Lady Wendy...or should I say, Red Handed Jill, have you gotten younger since the last time I saw you? Smee,...” Smee comes out of the woodwork holding up a scroll to James, he unravels it and he looks to the scroll and back to Wendy. “How have you managed, have I traveled back in time?”

Wendy glares at James, “I have never met you...sir, why don’t you explain to us...who you are!”

One of the children in the audience screams “That’s Captain Hook!” and of course James smiles and twists his mustache. “The child is right, I am Captain James Hook.” He said as he removed the wooden hand from his wrist and tossed it to Smee. Hook took a menacing step towards the child, “How did you know?”

Wendy pointed her gun at Hook, “Don’t make me shoot you, Captain.”

Hook just smirks as he reaches his hand back towards Smee who hands him his shiny metal hook, and he inserts it into the device with a loud twist. “You’re going to shoot me Jill?” Captain Hook asks as he twists his mustache.

Wendy was on edge with anticipation as she aimed her gun at James and pulled the trigger, a puff of black smoke and loud bang came from her weapon. But, it was blank and it could do nothing to James, she just hoped he would play along.

Hook clutched his chest as if he had been shot, and staggered back, all his pirates yelled “Captain!” but then James laughed in mirth as he lifted his hand to show no damage. “I thought not, Jill, come now, it’s my turn.”

Instead of pulling his pistol and blasting Jane, he stormed over to her, and grabbed her by the forearm and bicep, dragging her over to his crew. “I’ll be taking our dear Jill back to Neverland...be so kind and donate to the orphans.” James shouted over his shoulder as he passed Wendy over to a large Pirate born of pure muscle who lifted her up and dangled her over his shoulder.

Wendy screamed and flailed in the big man's arms, "This is not par-" before she could finish her sentence Smee stuffed a scarf in her mouth, and his pirates stole the bag of goods from Jane's pirates and took off into the night barging through the glass windows leading to the ship that floated it's way to the balcony before them.

Everyone was too shocked to realize this was all REAL. They believed the ship was just another gimmick piece they couldn't believe existed. It was such an amazing feat to achieve just for a benefit for orphans. As Captain Hook and his pirates were kidnapping Wendy and taking her to Neverland, all the people at the benefit were taking out there pocketbooks and paying up more money than anyone could possibly imagine.

The Bartender was handing someone his or her drink at the other side of the bar, and turned to see Fiona and smiled as he walked over to greet her, "well hello Miss Fiona, long time no see, what's it been a month?" He was wearing the typical Black T-shirt, the bouncers were wearing and a pair of black slacks. But instead of being overly muscled, he was on the rather thin side. He also wore a half apron, in which he kept his orders and tabs in the one pocket.

"Two weeks at most," she corrected and smiled. "Can I get an Irish Cream Espresso?"

"Oh yes, I made sure I stocked up on espresso, just for you Fiona," He winked as he turned about-face and started the Espresso Machine.

"Well if it isn't the lovely Miss Fiona," spoke a voice from behind her, and caused her to turn around.

"Alpha, I was about to come see you," Fiona stated as she examined his attire. He was well dressed for a Cyber-Goth Wearing black ironed slacks, and a Neo-Nazi Commander Shirt, his gasmask was dangling around his neck, as he reached over for his tonic, the bartender placed on the counter before him.

"Somehow I doubt that, tsk tsk…" Alpha smiled as he saw her face scrunch in anger, he took a sip of his drink before he placed his drink down. "What, am I not allowed to tease you?"

Fiona rolled her eyes, "you seem to always come up with something to rile me, Alpha…you look nice…For a Cyber-Goth." Fiona ducked the same moment he chose to smack the back of her head, and he missed completely and nailed the bartender in the face. "And look at that your aim…is well placed." She laughed, clutching her chest as the bartender held his face in his hands.

"You did that on purpose—I'm sorry man," Alpha apologized as the bartender grimaced.

"I'm just glad I wasn't holding Miss Fiona's espresso at the time of impact, that would have been dreadful." The barman wiped his nose, before he grabbed Fiona's espresso off the machine, and looked to Alpha before setting it on the counter before her. "There you are Miss Fiona, ah yes Irish Cream…one second." He walked to the mini fridge and pulled out the Blood Brand of Irish Cream, and walked back over to Fiona's side of the counter and poured a hearty amount into her mug. "There we are, dear. Good of you to come tonight."

Fiona smiled as she picked up the stirrer he placed on her napkin and stirred her concocted espresso. "Thanks Man, much appreciated. I can't survive without caffeine."

"With the amount of caffeine in that espresso, one would make me wonder how you are still breathing, Miss Fiona." Alpha laughed as he watched her take a soothing sip.

"For me to know, Alpha. For me to know," Fiona smiled as she looked to him. "Still drinking the same old tonic, I see…it's a wonder how you live without any liver problems."

"I suppose you are right, one would think I should have that. Just as they would assume you have some kind of energy deficiency," Alpha stated, as he finished his tonic in a few large gulps. "Now come with me to my booth, I'm sure you want to see what goes on beyond the curtain."

"Who are you the Wizard of Oz?" Fiona joked, as she followed Alpha to his Disk Jockey Booth, which was hidden behind a wall, and a curtain. "What's with the secrecy? Afraid someone is going to steal your equipment?"

"Not so much, just gives the club a better atmosphere not to clog it up with our electronic gadgetry." Alpha grinned as he led her to a chair, "Here sit, Miss Fiona and watch a master at work."

Fiona took a seat in the offered chair behind Alpha's own seat, which he had sat down, just after she had taken hers. "Master at work?" Fiona rolled her eyes at the thought, before she watched him play with his equipment, as he tweaked a few knobs and watched as he opened his laptop and the tunes on cue were coming into the play box. "So basically you build a playlist, and plug in your laptop to the speaker system? Doesn't sound very complicated Alpha."

"Oh sure, to the Art Director of LDOL, my job looks simple," Alpha cracked. "But to others this job is hard work, and complicated. But some like you and I, would be naturals."

"Why do you think I would be a natural?" Fiona asked calmly as she watched him clear his cue of music, and watched him build a new list.

"Because, you have an eye for art, and when one has the eye they must have the ear as well, don't you think?"

"Well, I know what I like…if that's what you are saying." Fiona bit her lip, as she looked at him filling his list with songs she knew, and some she didn't. "But how do you know these songs will go well together?"

"I listen to them, in my headphones, for a few seconds in the middle of the tune, and when I find beats that are alike but slightly different I put them together in my list. It's called Beat-Matching. Isn't that what you do when you make a song list at home?" Alpha smiled, as she looked at him with a question in her eyes.

"How did you know I make my own lists?" Fiona quirked her brow, when he turned to face her.

"Artists like you are inspired by something, generally with a talent like yours I would think music gets a hold on you and takes you for a ride of all it's own in your imagination, or am I wrong?"

"Not exactly wrong," Fiona admitted, as she watched Alpha build his list of tunes.

Fiona spent a few hours watching Alpha work on demolishing his list and remaking the list and becoming more in tune with the reactions of the club patrons within the walls. Alpha maintained watch on the club through various screens on a huge plasma screen, that connected to what Fiona would assume is every corner of the club itself.

"Where is the girl?" spoke the distorted voice. Lance couldn't breath, nor could he see through the darkness. All but the eyes , the deep crimson hue. "Where did you send her warlock? Tell me now!" He heard something hit the bricks behind his back.

"I don't know…" he said softly. "I only tossed her out of the lane of fire." he roughly spoke. As the fist on his neck tightened. "If she disappeared after I threw her, it wasn't by my means…." he added. Gulping down trying to give his neck some kind of relief.

"You are serious…." the voice wasn't angry as Lance had expected it to be. "Hmmm….it seems I will have some explaining to do. But since I have you…there must be some kind of reward." the voice sounded damned-right pleased with himself. Lance wanted to do everything in his power to make him displeased.

Lance's armor hummed to life, liquid steal expanding from his left wrist up his arm across his torso and simultaneously spreading down his legs and his right arm, the last expanse forming a helmet, covering all but his mouth and where his eyes were peeping out a clear-green shield came down. His armor giving him strength as the lenses over his eyes aided his sight, making the person more visible to his eye.

The person, whose eyes had been so distinguished as a deviant red now had a face as well as a form. He was taller than Lance, at 7 ft 3. He had an animalistic face, the nose overtaking the mouth. His teeth sharper than razors and fur covering his face and expanding into his long ears that made him appear cute like a rabbit. If he hadn't seen this thing through the green lenses he would not have believed it. He had massive muscles like a body builder, with a sick gothic styled Spade on his left arm inside of an intricate design with a Celtic base of origin.

"What the hell are you?" Lance said at last as he held the rabbit at bay. It was growling at him as he caused it pain when he pulled it's arm in an uncomfortable position and slamming it into the brick wall he had previously occupied. "Why are you interested in the girl?"

"You think pain will make me answer, Warlock? Hardly." he growled as he took in a breath before his claws extended and tried to scrape into Lance's armor, only to sink into it's liquid and do no harm to him.

"Better luck next time, Silly Rabbit." he said as he pushed back. Releasing it as he jumped back."Trix are for kids!" His arm forming into a blade formed of red iron. "I don't know what you are, but you'll soon be dead." he laughed as he drew his arm back, before he slashed at the Rabbit-creature, to find nothing but sparkly dust left in the creature's wake. "Fucked up in Wonderland…." he hissed at himself as his armor removed itself from his head. "Shit….!" he said as he ducked down as the ground shook below him, causing him to fall flat on his face. "Smart!" he said as his chin hit concrete. Skin splitting on contact, blood spurting where he laid. "Damn it….!" he cursed as he stayed down, as the ground continued to convulse beneath him.

The ground quivered and shook, cracking all around him, as gravity seemed to increase where he laid, pulling him deeper into the earth, the last sound before the darkness overcame him was a large crunch. The pain he felt jolt through him causing him to black out.