"What! Really?" Her body jerked back to the couch with laughter. He grunted. "Hey, stop laughing! It was really f*** up!"  "Yeah, a small time gang with an army of adaptoids. Who is going to believe that?" He whined. "But Becky, I really fought them?"  She said. "Most of them were destroyed during that century... and the last one resides in the museum"  Draven heaved a sigh and turned to the holographic screen. "Whatever... can we just watch the show"  "Sure." she leaned back and snaked an arm around him.  He murmured while he watched the scenes. "But it was strange..."  She whispered. "What was?" Dr

A figure bumped into a couple. "Hey watch where you are going!!" He ran past them and turned to the alley, panting fast breaths while goons chased his back. He pushed the cans and boxes out of his path. A cat stretched his back in the middle.   "Get out of the way?" He shouted. He jumped on the dustbin and leaped with an outstretched hand and caught the ledge of the wall. He pulled himself up and grasped the exhaust pipe with his legs and climbed up to the first floor. The buffed goons copied him and leaped to catch the ledge. With their sheer weight, the ledge cracked, they fell to the ground. He snickered and jumped across and caught a rail. He pulled himself in. He ripped his shirt off and wrapped it around his hand. He closed his eyes and punched the glass. He grunted and walked inside. 

A hover car flew over the old bridge. She swiped a finger across the plate, said, "Hmm, Gerald."  "Yes, my lady." the driver glanced over his shoulder. "Can we make a stop here?" She said, her gaze shifted to the flowing river. "It will only take a minute."  He tilted his hat, said. "Whatever you say, my lady." the car descended on the side of the bridge.  The door swished open. She stepped out, a cool breeze brushed apart her spitfire locks. She placed a hand on her head and walked to the ledge.  She rested her elbows on the brick rails, her eyelids fluttered close, reminiscing about the past. She sighed.  "I guess, he doesn't need me anymore" she said, she unpocketed glass plate and took one last look.  

Thousands clapped, resounded a rhythm across the stadium. A giant boa wrestled with a two headed hellhound in a tough battle, warming up the platform for the finalists while the performers of red and green danced around the mascots, almost cheering them in a way.  Meanwhile, within the changing room. A back slammed against the locker, shifting the noisy room in silence. They paused movements and turned to the sound in bewilderment. Osborne pinned Draven to the locker with a fierce expression. Draven smiled, not the least bothered. Few of them rushed to break the fight. "Osborne! What the heck are you doing?" "Shut up!" Osborne snared, chilling them on the spot.  Draven said, "Chill, bro!"  His electric green pupils flared, he growled. "Don't

Reaching the end of the berg, the horses neighed and jumped across the large stretch of water and continued galloping. Their bands beeped as they got closer to the Hellhound's location.  Seeing figures far in the distance, Pablo grinned and drew out his axe. The others followed and drew out their weapons.  "Let's rush to victory!"  The horses jumped across and their hooves sank in the snow. Controlling their powers, the horses galloped above the snowy water. Suddenly, ice beams sprung from the ground and struck few of them, triggering the safety system and teleported them out, leaving the rest out of formation. A beam sprung before him, Pablo reined it back, the horse lifted itself to a stop; fluttering his fur cape. Pablo signalled them to spread out, a freezing ray shot straight to him. Pablo jumped off