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"So what is this place anyway?" You ask Chase, "What's with all the computers down here in the darkness?" Chase just sort of wags his finger, "Sorry, can't tell you just yet," you feel slightly annoyed, your experience on the island made you hate when people don't give you answers. Before you can protest to Chase, Natalie calls you, and she sounds urgent. " What's going on?" You ask. She points to the screen, "Looks like Molly wasn't the only found," you look at the monitor and see Molly, bit behind her, chasing her is a familiar hooded figure, their hood is up, so you can't tell if its Locke or Krista. Your eyes widen with horror, you grip Natalie by her shoulders and make her look at you, "How do I get there," you say pointing to the screen. To Natalie and Chase, you look calm and cool, but in your mind it's all panic and fear.

Kazi had a grave look on his face, "You heard that, right?" He asked. He looked around, no one else seemed to be her, but he wasn't gonna let that threat go lightly. "I've been meaning to try this..." he says opening his sketchbook. He sketches four figures and brings them to life, the literally leap of the page and land in quick succession in front of the three people. The figures seem to be dressed in light clothing with a mask of cowl of some sort, the bear a resemblance to ninjas, "I call them sketch shinobi," Kazi says proudly, he turned to them and orders, "Find whoever it is that's hiding, go!" The four sketches leap away like ninjas would, searching for their target. Kazi los to his friends, "Let's find Soul and the others, keep on your guard," he fields awkward giving orders, but Bradley and Raini aren't on the best condition, their cells were designed to restrain them, Kazi was probably the only one in a normal cell. He kept a hand on his blade, ready for anything or anyone that might pose a threat.

Kazi excitedly accepted his possessions, "Thanks Raini, where'd you find them?" He strapped his blade to the back of his waist using the strap that looped around his leg and quickly checked the pages of his sketchbook. We should probably look for the others," he suggested, satisfied with the condition of his book.

Kazi roamed the various corridors in search of his sketchbook, "Where would they even keep a sketchbook?" he wondered. He turned down a hallway and saw dead guards, the only lead there was an old man with a couple of swords and Kazi immediately recognized him, "Hey Bradley!" Kazi called out to his comrade. He quickly caught up with him and noticed he had his guns, "I see you found your weapons, have any idea where they might have my sketch book and blade?"

Kazi heard the alarms blare, and took it as que to escape. He bit into his thumb to make it bleed, he then began to draw on the wall of his cell. His power of Anima Art could also work with his spit, but blood worked better, his drawing was a crude, yet very accurate, oversized spiked flail. Kazi made on last stroke, a fast one, with a flock of his hand the blood flew off his thumb and his powers began to work. The blood made a circle in the air, it started to writhe as it began changing its shape to resemble what Kazi had just draw on the flaw. The flying drawing collided with the cell wall, making his exit and made his way out in search of his sketch book, he didn't want keep using his blood.

Name:Kazi Porter Age:19 Power:Anima Art-When Kazi draws something, he can bring it to love by drawing a stroke off of the page, all he needs for this to work is something to draw on and draw with. While his drawings are quite flimsy and don't take much to destroy, they can move very fast and can pack quite the punch when it makes contact. Appearance:He has spikey hair that's a deep rich red, he wears a red long sleeve shirt with three black stripes on his left arm, he wears a black vest over that with black pants and boots. He has two strains attached to his belt that loop around his legs. One of his eyes are red and the other is blue, beneath his left eye are two thin, parallel scars, the lower one shorter than the other. He has finger-less gloves and three sliver bracelets on his left wrist. Specialty Weapon:A sketchbook and pencil, not exactly a weapon but in his hands it is, he carries this with him all the time. He has a medium sized blade with the top cut off to make the blade a rectangle, he slings this across the back of his waist, ready to be used backhand. Personality: Very creative and cunning, while at times he isn't the brightest, he is quite smart when he wants to be. He enjoys challenging himself and on a regular basis. Bio: He used to design weapons and vehicles for the military. He discovered his powers when one of the drawings for a design of his came to life. It was then he joined up with the Meta to put his powers to better use. He seems to be coping with being locked up never than most, but he wants his freedom just as much as everyone else. Mission accepted

You see the island on the monitor, the wreckage of Justin's gummi ship is still lying on the beach. As Natalie continues to work, you begin to steal so sideways glances at her. You feel horrible about it, Molly's certainly not-"Molly!" You cry, breaking your train of thought, "Natalie, can you look for certain people in other times and dimensions with this?" She said working for a second, "Hmmmmm, never really tried that before, but is worth a shot, who is it you're looking for anyway?"

You look at her for a while, she's unaware due to the fact that she's so enthralled in her work, however, she looks up for just a moment and sees you staring. She gives a slight smile and continues her work. You feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see Ezekiel, "I'm still very much going to kill you," he says. The bluntness of his statement catches you off guard, but you're otherwise not surprised. A door somewhere bursts open, "Ezekiel!" comes a voice, "I'm bored! Where are you?". The three of you look to whoever just came in. It was a young boy, but despite his age, he still had a very intimidating look about him. He wore a red shirt and a black vest, and had a single studded ear ring, his most distinguishing feature was his deep red hair.

Before Natalie can respond Ezekiel steps forward, "Do not act like you did nothing," he says aggressively, "if you think that I-" now Natalie comes to intervene, "Ezekiel!" She says, calmly yet commanding. Surprisingly, Ezekiel backs off without any reluctance or hesitation, he steps back and Natalie looks at him, "Good" she says, treating him almost like a dog. Seeing her command Ezekiel so easily shocks you, and makes her seem a bit more scary than maybe she might be and, to your dismay, that much more interesting. You shake the thoughts from your head and think of Molly, if you're in the past, then where is she? And how are you going to get you and her back home. Natalie sure isn't making things easy for you, she has been whispering to Ezekiel for the time and suddenly grabs your hand, which makes you blush so much you think you're glowing, "This way," she tells you leading you down the hallway.

You feel a fist collide with your face. You hit the ground, you look up to see Ezekiel, obviously unpleased. He's shaking with rage, and at the risk of another blow, you say to him, "Can you blame me for trying to hide it?" He raises his chain and you flinch, but nothing comes, you peek with one eye open and now that your eyes have adjusted to the lack of light, you can clearly see that Ezekiel is starting at someone who has just entered the room. You turn your head to see who he's looking at, and it takes effort for you not to drop your jaw. A girl, your age, dark violet hair, walks in. She's starting disappointed at Ezekiel, after a sneer from her, Ezekiel backs of and she helps you up. You try not to stare, thinking of Molly and how she'd kill you if she found out about this, but still, you notice her ash gray eyes and the vividness of her dark violet hair. "Are you okay?" She asks, apparently, you've been spacing out, and she has been trying to get your attention. Your mouth dry, you only nod. You feel bad, Molly had only just confessed her feelings towards you, and now here you are staring at some new girl. You feel like face palming right in front of her.

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Pain exploded in Nero's stomach, he feel to a knee, doubled over in pain. He looked up to see that a scythe was spinning like a buzz saw, tearing up the ground with the air pressure from such extreme speed. Nero blurred and disappeared, I have to get him with the Sniper's Fang's beam, then he'll be still long enough for Seichi to get the job done, Nero thought to himself. As he sped around the battlefield, observing for the opportune time to strike, he took notice of his scythe, he focused on the energy within it, the blade then have a faint glow, "Good" he said. He only had a couple of shots he could fire, the glow told him he had two or three shots left. Nero skid to a halt, and aimed his scythe at Regis, only two shots, better make them count, he thought. The spider's fangs glowed violet, he exhaled and relaxed. The fangs on the spider became a deeper and deeper purple, then the beam was violently shot, the violet streak flying towards Regis

Nero, now with the Widow's Fang back in hand, blurred and flitted around Regis. Nero sped towards Regis, moving too fast for the eye to see, he stopped short, a hair away from him, then appeared at his backside and swung his scythe.

"Amriel!" Nero shouted to the angel, "My dagger!" Nero held out his hand and charged towards Regis.

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Nero landed on the ground hard, but he was a resilient one. He got up, picked up his fedora, and gripped his dagger and scythe. He appeared on the other side of Regis, he again drew back his scythe, but had a plan this time. He seems to look waiting for us to make a move before he does, Nero thought to himself. As the blade of his scythe glided through the air, Nero blurred and disappeared at the last moment before his attack, he was behind Regis, and with a mighty thrust stabbed him with the dagger.

Nero saw Regis heading for Yuluria, he had to act fast. "The Widow's Fang," he said silently to himself. He reached into his right sleeve, pulling out a dagger with a deep, dark purple blade. He focused, and began to use the daggers power, Nero seemed to blur for a second and then, as if in a flash, disappeared from sight. He reappeared in front of Regis, his scythe drawn back and ready to swing

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"Seichi!" Nero yelled, "Get ready, I'll keep him still!". Nero pointed his scythe to Regis, the blade began to glow a deep, vivid purple, the fangs on the spider ornament began to glow the same color. The fangs then shot a violet beam straight at Regis. The Sniper's Fang, that's what he called his scythe and what he called this beam it shot, Nero felt confident in his aim, never never had he missed with this attack

Nero got ready to try his hand at attacking. Chuck had failed at his frontal attack, so Nero decided to do something different. His left hand began to crackle with energy, with a great swing of his arm, he sent a huge net of electricity at Regis

I haven't been able to trust anyone for a long time, I've been alone for longer than I care to remember. How am I not alone? Who would care about some sad, loser like me? Even my friends, my family, I know they love my, but somehow I can't bring myself to confide in them. I'm just too distant from my parents to trust them, I'm a black sheep in my family.

I don't know where to begin, I hate myself, I'm pretty convinced that I have depression, I don't like to be around other people, I'm stressed out to the point of having white hairs. I don't like to talk about this stuff usually, it's even hard for me to say this here. I really hate myself. Every time I look into a mirror I just stare at myself, and when I do, I feel nothing but hate at what I see. I have no idea what's wrong with me, but I can't look it the mirror without doing this. At first, all it was was that I couldn't think of anything about myself that I liked, then all these negative thoughts and feelings about myself slowly began to show up. I've debated with myself whether or not I'm actually depressed, thinking that I'm just whining because my life is a little bit bad. But now I've come to an agreement with myself that I probably am depressed. I spend countless hours, many of them awake at night, just wishing that I didn't exist, that no one every met me. My depression is starting to become dangerous, so dangerous that even me doing the dishes could turn out hazardous. When I was the knives, I put the blade to my wrist, and I'm almost tempted to run it across my wrist and arm. I want to do this so badly, I hid my pocket knife so I don't get any ideas. I'd tell somebody, my parents or a friend, but I can't find it in myself to trust anyone with this info I am extremely introverted, I tend to keep to myself. I'm quiet and kinda shy, and I don't like to be around people that much or for very long, even the people that are my friends. I often wonder why they're even my friends. I have less than no self-esteem, I'm so pathetic and pitiful, I think so poorly of myself that is hard for me to believe it when someone complements me on something. I just want to get this off my chest, maybe hear a word of friendly advice. I hide all of this stuff perfectly, no one knows about this, but I can only keep it buried for so long.

Nero never knew compassion, always traveling alone, never forming any sort of bond with anyone. He caught up with Amriel and Kasumi, "Amriel," he called out, "do you want to know what happened? About my failure?" he said to the angel. This feeling of kindness, compassion, somehow these feelings help to subside the pain, "I'll tell you...what happened to me...all those years ago,"

Nero knew the angel meant well, but Nero still couldn't recognize sympathy, he had been alone too long to know what it was like. "You know nothing of my failure, nothing" he said coldly