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The Creator watched as a Crayola Masterson banged in the notebook, attempting to break free from the world of paper.

The Creator smirked, and then said "Alright, I'll let you go."
Moment's later, Masterson toppled to the ground.

"What the hell are you?" he asked, his fist lighting up with energy. "Do you wanna fight, is that it? I'll break that flute and shove it up your a** for putting me in that world fluteboy!!!!"
"I'm not your enemy Allen." spoke The Creator with a calm, collective tone. "I'm just playing a minor role in this story that you call life. Let's just say that to get where the real action is, I'm your caretaker."
"What do you mean?" asked Masterson sternly.

"Do you want to get to the heart of the action in Galvanetti? I can bring you there and show you that this world is not one that's completely dead. I'll even make it so that you'll be able to understand and speak fluently any language that's on this planet, so that it'll be all on you if you cannot properly communicate with the life-forms here."
"What-the-hell are you talking about?" said Masterson in an annoyed tone.

"Hur-ry, hur-ry, hur-ry. Step right up folks, allll aboard for the greatest show of your life!" spoke The Creator ala like a carnival showman.

He tapped the flute twice against the tree trunk, and at that moment, a large trunk of the tree fell down on the ground, in the shape of a door. A world of technicolor dreamscape, like a cartoon from the 1930's, appeared to Allen, and it was so bright he had to shield his eyes.

"We brought you to this world, to help in the fight against the chaos. I personally selected you, because not only were you unstoppable at one point, but you outsmarted all the other competition as well. Allen, I loved writing your character. And I just felt it necessary to roleplay it one more time. Because honestly, before you gained weight and fell into laziness, you were a rolemodel to a lot of people. I decided to select you and a couple other heroes, to counter the growing chaos in this world, as well as help to restore it. If you're down to accepting my mission for you, step through the tree, enter the looking-glass and be ready as in this world, there are no man-made rules. Anything can happen. Imagination is key. That's how I was able to defeat you. But you need more, and I have confidence in you that you'll be a powerful force in this world. You will do very well."
"One more thing Allen before I leave you. I'm giving you this. If you wish to leave this world at any time, use this device, though know that it's use is very limited."

He handed to Allen what looked like a U-verse remote on steroids. And it was motorcycle black in color.

"DO NOT let the dark forces in this world, obtain this TASC; otherwise known as The Time And Space Changer. For if you do, the consequences would be devastating on a level that cannot be measured, nor imagined!!!"

"Whatever." said Masterson in retort. To Masterson, The Creator had worn out his welcome when he trapped him in the world of the drawings and so he only half-heard the briefing from The Creator.

Allen stepped into the technicolor portal, the created gate closing up behind him and forming a tree once more.

The Creator smiled and played his flute again .

"Him and the other film-bearer's are the only hope to take care of the rapidly gathering dark chaotic force in this world. I hope that we made the right choice." he thought, as he played.

Pimp or so the man was now nicknamed, still took a smile as his hands fell around the ball of his cane. He still looked forward, away from Michael, not saying another word. He was completely open to attack, but there was no way that trick had ended yet, and Michael wasn't planning to fall for it a second time. There was still a wonder in mind though, how did he manage it, what was he doing, who the ******** was this guy!? The silence lasted a hellatiuos time, the pressure growth boiling the blood as it crushed everything until it was broke with the word, "So, Mr, Chaos of this world. What do you have to do with me?"

"Well, you see, you are not what you think you are."

"What the hell are you talking about, you fcking idiot. I have been alive long enough, I know what the fck I am."

Nearly One-thousand Four and a half-hundred years old. Constantly alone and sad, but at times your life seemed happy cause of someone who would only leave you in death. You outlast even god himself in the end because, for you, there is no end."

Michael stared in a slight awe as the man spoke. What what he talking about, he didn't know him. This man couldn't know him, it had to be a bluff, but Michael couldn't talk, not even a grunt.

"It is all a lie. Your life is all a story made up by me. I am your god, your maker, and I will lead you down the path of being the antagonist once more." Pimp turned to look at Michael again, starring through him with a cold stare that burned at Michael's very soul.

"You're lying! My life is real! My pain is real!" Michael's flurry of useless punches flew through pimp, "Fck you! Go to hell and burn!"

Pimp's eyes seemed glazed over as each punch flew through him, he looked down at the torn man he had worked so hard on and almost broke in tears. "There is much I have to apologize to you for, but you will get no sentiment from me. Here is your last great ark in life, and you will do it for more then myself." A wave of his hand made Sendo stab itself into Michael chest, as the floor ripped open in a fissure under them. "Go now, and I will be sure to drop gifts along the way, as I always have."

Michael fell through the floor, his day seeming full of the event. This time was a faster crash, as he found himself in the world so described by Shadow above. He fell on his back, looking up as Sendo slowly crawled back into his chest. There was still rage him him, shown in his clenched fist, but a tear formed in his eye as he felt torn apart again.

I'm sorry for all the things I put you through. You have been my greatest work, and there is no way for me to earn your forgiveness, and I understand. Michael, for all your stand for in my heart, I love you more then anyone in my life. You are like the son I will never have. In you, hidden in all the strife I put on you, is every ideal that makes a better man then any other.

((Good job everyone, I'm liking the stories I'm seeing form right now!!!))

Allen fell through the warp and landed on the ground. His clothes had changed to where he wore a red cloak that covered his body to his boots. It was encrusted with a gold brooch with the Spektral code of arms on it. He wore what appeared to be black workout gloves, but the kind to where they could be used for fighting as well. His pants were black as well as his shirt, and he wore pointed boots with an olive green military canvas jacket and dog tags. At his left hip was a katana, at his right was a magnum and a military blade was at his right upper leg.

"Why am I dressed for combat?" he thought as his bandanna tails flapped in the poisoned wind. "Though I do like the cloak and sword, I'll have to thank fluteboy someday if I do see him again."

But looking around, he noted that the city he was in looked as if a bomb had gone off. There were buildings remains everywhere, as if the city had been fighting for years and furthermore as if it had recently been hit with an air raid on top of that.

It was sad too, because there were plenty of buildings that looked as if they were from old world Europe. The sky was black and the only light that shown through them was only the kind that the sun could give off on an overcast day.

"Am I really so alone?" he asked himself, his body completely masked by the red cloak. The poisoned wind continued to blow.

Nearby, a military vehicle drove by. Soldiers followed it on the sides, and as if on cue, the thugs began to come out of the woodwork.

"Hey, get a load of this guy here. Whatcha lookin' at punk? Do we need to give you a tour of what's gone on?" said a skinhead in a black muscle top shirt.

They of course, all had crude weapons.

"What am I in, a movie?" thought Masterson as he got surrounded.

Solace and woe wafted into the dark room Michael found himself in. The wooden floor under his back had collapsed slightly from his weight, leaving him suspended by broken wooden planks. He shook his head, tossing the tears from his face, his eyes looking around the war torn room that seemed ready to give way at any moment. He was on the first floor of a building that had a hole in the face that looked out into the city street. It seemed so empty beyond the sound of a humming engine that idled out of view. He didn't care enough it though, his mind in a rage over what he had just heard. He could almost feel his heart slamming his chest, even though it was no longer there. His teeth bit down on his lip as he pushed himself up, his hand grasping and crushing the wood as he pulled himself up right.

Suddenly, in a released of anger, Michael could feel himself against the main support beam of the building. He was screaming in a blood rage, lifting it up, his arms wrapped tight around the spine of the building as he lifted it up, breaking it from the slab of concrete below. He couldn't even remember running for it, and no matter what he though, he could stop himself from uprooting the building in his arms. The brink that made up it's walls collapsing to the ground, as the structure started to warp and break. Huge chunks fell off into the street before it all came down around him, leaving Michael standing alone with his arms holding the beam tight, breaking it in his grip.

Behind him he could hear the same hum of an engine before looking back to see a group of men, soldiers, and someone he could almost swear he knew. Some one he swore he know but couldn't tell from the short glace. They all seemed so foreign to him for some reason, his mind having yet to grasp all of how this wold was different. His anger still rested in his soul, but it's release had calmed as he was taken by curiosity.

EPISODE 02: RISE MASTERSON, ESCAPE THE ARMY!!!


Moments later, Masterson was thrown into a detention room. The room looked like stereotypical Hollywood folly: Dreary looking stone walls, a single lamp lighting the room swinging back and forth, a wooden table underneath it with a single chair and a notebook on the table. In the corner looked like the tools necessary for a water-board torture session. And likewise, after being thrown into the wall, Masterson's captives did exactly just that.

"Tell us your name and number or you will die!!!" spoke the military punk.
"Sure, Allen Masterson, ID# 5980567." said Masterson.
The soldier paused and looked at him.

"No, when I say 'Tell us your name and number, or you will die' you say 'Well then, why not just kill me now then?"

"But I just willingly told you my info. isn't that kinda pointless?" said Masterson, getting hit in the face by the military punk.

"SILENCE!!! Either do as I say or you will get hit." said the military punk.
"Now, we'll try it again."

"Tell us your name and number, or you will die!!!" said the military punk.
"Allen Masterson, ID #5980567." spoke Masterson.

He got hit again.
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This pattern went on for a bit, until they used water-board torture.

"I'll try this one more time, and if you don't cooperate, you will be water-boarded." spoke the military punk.

"I dare you to try that on me." Masterson spoke with a cocky tone.
"Ahh, there we go!!!" spoke the military punk.

This time though, Masterson used his PK abilities to fling the military punk into the wall, creating an escape hole.

Masterson ran out of the room into the hall.

Amaranth carefully and slowly drew herself up and out of the little underground apartment she had made up for herself. It looked just like the one Phantom had set up for himself years ago, the same one he had trained her in. She would have not used the same one he had used even though he was... Well, he could no longer use it. It would have been too difficult for her to do that, though, and the enemy could have found her there easily once her friendship and mentorship with Phantom had been revealed. Both the enemies of her family and their friends sought to find her and destroy her, though both sides had different reasons. Her family's enemies wanted to kill the last of the Nightshade line to make sure the family would never rise up again and devour those around them. They wanted to kill her and destroy any hope of reviving the Nightshade family.

Her family's friends wanted to kill her because they thought her a traitor. They had seen Amaranth fighting with the people that had destroyed her family. They believed that if they were to bring the Nightshades back into power, they needed to get rid of the direct link to their temporary demise. Well, there were two links, but it proved immensely difficult to track down Allen Masterson and destroy him. So, most of the friends of the Nightshades sought out Amy, an easier target and someone they viewed as a true traitor. Her deceit had been the worst. She had been a member of the very family she had helped destroy. Her betrayal needed to be dealt with to avenge the Nightshades.

Amaranth was not so easy to find, though. With Phantom and Allen's teaching, she knew how to remain out of sight, out of detection. She moved from city to city every few months, designing an underground apartment just like the Phantom's that was extremely hard to detect. She used cash, only cash, had colored and cut her hair, and no longer used her real name. The cash she had from Allen Masterson, who had given her a large sum years ago during the war. She also, ironically enough, received her family's inheritance after they perished. There were still some Nightshades scattered around the planet, but her core family had been the most powerful with the most wealth. Her, being the direct descendant, received all of it. She had only proved her identity long enough to obtain the wealth and then pawn the things that were not cash. Then, she ran.

She didn't have friends and she kept in contact with no one... including the one love of her life. Allen Masterson. She missed him nearly ever day, even if the pain lessened as the years went on. He had been the only person who had ever shown her true love for who she was. He never wanted her to be anyone other than herself. She still loved to think of how they had not liked each other when they first met. Then, their disdain turned to appreciation and then friendship. He had rescued her numerous times, and when she saw how brave, strong, and selfless he was, that was when she started to fall in love with him. Their love had been the 'secret weapon' to her family's downfall, but that was not why they had fallen in love. In fact, that love was now why she had to leave Allen after the war without a single word. It was why she had not spoken a word to him since that last night they had been on her family's compound in Europe, washing the debris and ash fall around their shoulders. She had looked into his eyes and knew that there would be people coming for her. She knew that those who came for her would search for Allen, use him to find her. She couldn't put him in that position. Because she loved him, she had to let him go and run away without ever telling him where she was going or that she was leaving at all. Somehow, she thought he would understand. He had been in this position before. He understood war and how deadly it was to have deep connections with anyone. They just became a liability. So, she believed, hoped he understood why she suddenly left without a word to him. If he didn't, though, and hated her for it, she couldn't blame him one bit. She just dearly hoped he understood, though, and did not look back on her with disdain.

Amaranth now found herself in the local marketplace in the dead of night in an alleyway. To most people, this would be the most dangerous place imaginable. To her, though, it represented anonymity and security. No one knew her real name or her true identity. She could buy necessities here without questions, and they only accepted cash. Plus, she could learn of the local news from different people here and hear any pieces of information that might mean someone was looking for her, someone from her past. That was how she had learned in the past when she needed to relocate.

She walked up to a vendor that sold thick canvas bags and nodded to him. "Hello Marcus."

The gruff man with stubble and a dark tan nodded to her. He was in his mid 30's and his real name obviously wasn't Marcus. No one used their real names here.

"Hello Rose. How are you doin' tonight? In search of another bag?"

Amy nodded. "Yeah, I am. I lost that other one I got from you weeks ago when I was running down Dunnel Road the other day. Thieves are getting braver and braver, attacking in broad daylight."

Marcus nodded. "That they are, Rose, that they are. I've heard from other people that they've had run-ins with a local group of thieves, too."

Amy and Marcus talked for a few more minutes and he showed her some bags. She could have fought those thieves off easily enough herself, but if she had, if she had displayed her fighting skills to the crowd around, someone might have recognized them. They might have found out who she was just by her fighting style. She couldn't risk that, so she either ran from thieves or gave them what they wanted. This was her new life.

((@ Moon Fire Liako: I really like your posts and how you're phrasing and
creativity is, it's all very much well written.

Though, I'm not exactly sure how to incorporate them into this overall story just yet. It's a bit baffling. Will you be joining us soon?))

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☽ "Welcome to the holy ground,
It's not what you're thinking.
This, is of a different nature than what you're believing.
This is not a place that can be ruled by democracy.
Held tight in the clutches of tyrannic hypocrisy,
This place is a lie, where demons run free..." ☾

"Hey! Stop right there you--" A guard yelled the order at her in warning, but he hadn't noticed fast enough, hadn't started saying it early enough. With the longer sword of her newly improvised Daisho set, she cut him down quickly. Or that’s what those around her would assume. So she had to work faster. She’d only hit him with the back of the blade, but it was with enough force to break his collar bone even if the attack wasn’t fatal. She knew that in her current situation, she shouldn’t have been so kind, but that’s just how she was at times.

She didn’t hesitate after that. Instead, she swerved around him and continued toward her goal. The slowly opening gate that she’d just opened. For a moment, she thought about all the events that had led to her current situation. Though it was bad, it was more advantageous that when she’d first come upon the gate.



After talking to the strange Draft in the Manor’s “garden” she’d headed directly in the direction of the village. She didn’t enter it right away, instead, she climbed a tree to see if she could assess the place from a higher angle. It proved more helpful than she’d thought. The village was truly small. Just from a tall tree, she could see from one end of it to the other. But then, the tree was amazingly tall to begin with. Everything she’d seen so far of this strange place called the Manor had made her more cautious than usual, and she felt completely just in doing so. She’d been warned after all hadn’t she?

Satisfied that she wouldn’t get too lost in the tiny streets of the ‘Manor village,’ as she decided to call it, she climbed back down the tree and entered the village with caution. Though soon, she felt some of her tension ease; as she’d expected, the village was crawling with a multitude of “Drafts” but so many of them seemed mostly human, she started to feel that she was just back at that strange school with its many different students. Being in that situation, she started to feel as if she shouldn’t judge all of them that easily. Walking along the streets, she wandered until she could find an area that seemed to be somewhat like a shopping district.

Her search that evening took quite a while. The light was slowly disappearing, but she easily found some type of inn or pub in the small village. Entering, she looked for the landlord/lady and asked if she could find work nearby and a room to stay in.

“Oh my. Are you a new draft? You seem quite well thought out. I wonder why the Writer dropped you here.” The homely looking landlady spoke sweetly with a small stress on her S’s. Her eyes were like a snakes, and Taddie made a quick mental note to be careful around the woman.

“Sure… It seems I’m not wearing much either… Is there a place I could buy clothes from?” Taddie asked, trying not to keep the conversation on where she came from.

“Oh dear please! Here. Take this. You can use it to get all the necessities you’ll need. New drafts get a little help from everyone until they get settled in.” The landlady smiled and walked her to a room on the second floor. “You can stay here for the night. The door doesn’t lock, so keep your valuables close. We don’t tolerate trouble in the village either. So be careful not to upset any of the other patrons.” She smiled and left the room.

’At least she told me that the door doesn’t lock. I’ll have to be careful.’ was Taddie’s only thought as she gave the room a quick pass over with her eyes. It seemed innocent enough. There was a small dresser, a night stand stood next to a very plain bed dressed in some very grey sheets, the pillow seemed very thin and pointless as well, and next to the window was a small table and chair. It seemed that the room wasn’t meant for long stays. She’d have to get out soon before she had the chance to find out why.

Sighing, Taddie inspected the thing that the woman had handed her. It was a small wooden coin with a large N on it. She resisted the urge to smack her forehead with her palm. Why did she have a feeling that the N stood for something similar to the word ’Newb?’ It wasn’t like she could care.

Exiting the room again, the coin stuck deep in her bra, since she had no pockets and she wore no shoes as an alternative, she went back downstairs to talk to the landlady again. “Excuse me. When does night fall here? I’d assume it gets quite dark since there’s that big wall in the distance.”

“Oh yes. I’m glad you ask. Actually, you’re lucky you showed up when you did. Outside gets very dangerous at night. It does get very dark. There’s absolutely no light outside, and it’s not encouraged to go out in it. If you’re curious, you can see the darkness from your window in about an hour now. Also, some of the crueler drafts wander out there. Those of us who are more docile, or can’t see in the darkness live in this village. Every night, we all lock and bar our windows to keep the Night Drafts out.” The landlady spoke as she worked behind a bar, the downstairs pub was relatively empty, the only patrons she seemed to have was a spider in the corner behind the bar, and a strange tall figure who sat in the shadows behind them.

“You’re so helpful. I appreciate it.” Taddie said and looked around. “Perhaps I’ll wait until tomorrow to go looking for supplies.”

“Oh yes. That would be good. What do you plan to do with yourself now that you’re here Miss?” The woman asked her. “I could use some help here if you’re interested.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t. I’m no good at that type of thing anyway.” Taddie considered it for a moment and then decided that it couldn’t do any harm to discuss her plans with the woman. She’d been helpful so far. “I actually want to go see the wall. I wonder if there’s a way out. I want to see what’s outside the Manor.”

“I see someone’s told you a little bit so far. But there’s no way out of the Manor. There’s only one gate just beyond here, and it’s not a good idea to go there. It’s heavily guarded and even then, you have to get there. You’ll have to pass through the forest where some of the more wild Drafts live. You’ll get killed before you make it too far.” The woman sat a plate in front of the girl. “Eat up then.”

“Thank you.” The girl said, smelling the food in one deep breath, then she began eating it slowly and carefully. She couldn’t tell what it was she was eating, but it tasted vaguely like a beef stew and it didn’t taste bad, so she felt okay eating it.
When she was done, she thanked the woman again, and went to bed for the night.

The next morning, Taddie got up and went out looking for a clothes shop. True to her word, the tailor accepted the coin and let her choose a whole wardrobe from his shop. When she only chose at most three relatively plain outfits, he seemed confused, but didn’t question her about it.

Taking her ”Newbie” coin to the next few places, she basically repeated the processes until she came across the weapons shop. The weapon dealer seemed a little reluctant to give over one of his weapons when he seemed so sure she’d be fine as long as she stayed in the village anyway, but after a little more explaining, he laughed.

“What? You plan to go beyond the wall? That’s impossible! The guards there are so thick! And even if you get past the little ones, I hear that there are huge ones that can squish you like an ant!” The weapon dealer, shook his head in amusement.

“I’m sure I can handle it. I have some experience with a weapon. All I’m asking for is a simple long sword and a strong dagger or some sort of short sword!” Taddie pleaded with the man.

“Meh. You’re a fiery one. In any case, before I became a draft, I used to work outside the wall. But the story changed so they scrapped me when I had barely even gotten started. I’m outdated now. The weapons I sell and make are probably useless out there now.” He said as he shook his head. Taddie noticed a sad look in his eye and grasped at it.

“Well then, let me take the weapons I need then! I’ll prove that the weapons you sell aren’t useless out there and maybe they’ll pull you out of here again!” Her voice was raised now and the shop owner seemed to be getting a head ache.

“Whatever. Hand over your coin then. I’ll give you your weapons, but you’ll get nothing else with that coin of yours. Most new Drafts don’t come in her looking for weapons with these you know.” He said and pointed her over to a rack. “By the sounds of it you’ll be looking for something like that. Take it and just go.” He pointed over to a sword set that was laid out on a table at the other side of the room. It was a long sword with a blue green sheath and a matching shorter blade. Both were well balanced, and perfectly sharpened. Satisfied, she sheathed them both, thanked him and left.



She’d gotten a lot of information about what she’d be facing from all the people she’d met during her day of preparation. Now all she had to do was get through the gate, but as soon as she passed under its hulking weight, she wondered if she could make it. She understood suddenly why so many people had laughed or looked at her like she was crazy when she’d spoken about the wall.

Just beyond the gates were two grand statues, and as she passed them, they began to move. Big grey hands reached out to grab her. She barely avoided the first one and dirt went flying as the fingers plowed into the ground and created a messy crater in the hard dirt. An arrow flew past her cheek and frustration hit her in a wave. She’d always been useless in these types of tests during her combat classes. She had to worry about archers as well as these titans now, and it scared her. All she could do was dodge and run as fast as she could. How had she been so stupid as to try something so insane alone?

“Foreign child, would you wish for some help?” A voice spoke in her head, and in the distance a strange hooded figure appeared in the distance, vaguely it looked like the person was holding an enormous draftsman’s compass. “If you aid me in the future, I shall save your life in the present.”

“Who are you and how can you get in my head? No one is supposed to be able to do that!” According to her classmates and teachers in the past, it was supposed to be nearly impossible for anyone to get at her mind. No messages in, nothing out, and there was no way that someone could read her mind. Could such a stranger who could invade her most impenetrable fortress be trusted? Perhaps she had no choice.

“I am the Architect. I control everything you see around you. I design the world.” It said simply, then repeated its first question. “Foreign child, would you wish for some help?”

Just then, one of the grey statues caught up to her, and its hand clamped down in the dirt around her, quickly, everything seemed to begin to close in around her.

“Yes! Help me!” She bellowed in fear, her weapons became cramped close to her body, and she felt on of the blades poke her thigh. “Please help me Architect!” Then suddenly the pressure was gone, and she sat on a moss covered rock at the center of a pond, the figure stood before her, its form floating above the water.

“Th-thank you…” Was all she could think to say as she sheathed her two new weapons, and patted her clothes and belongings to see if it was all there.