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Ch. 5

“God damn you Barker! The M-56-A is way more powerful than the AKP-815,” Vinny was shouting as Colin pulled the truck into the loading bay behind the warehouse.

“They’ve been at it for the past hour and a half. Please… shut them up,” he begged Mike as he navigated the truck.

“Don’t worry, the next drill is in an hour,” Mike said when he grabbed onto the truck.

“Hey Colin! These two givin’ you trouble?” Kay asked as she closed the door behind the truck.

Colin hopped out of the truck cap and unlocked the back to reveal two men slapping’ each other amongst a sea of guns and ammo.

“Well, at least they haven’t shot each other,” Kay said.

“Yet,” Tim said as he climbed aboard to give them both a shot in the arm.

“Ow! What the **** is that?!” Barker yelled.

“A tracker. There are a lot of us here so we need to keep track of everyone,” Tim explained.

“It monitors your heart rate, blood pressure, magick levels and brain activity,” said Glenn from beside a stack of boxes.

Vinny and Barker looked at the goat with raised eyebrows, but quickly turned their attention to their hoard of weaponry. Slowly, they packed up the guns that were displayed across a table built into the truck before being led down to the main area of the complex.

“This should be interesting,” Riley was saying to Piggle as they took boxes of food supplies down to the kitchen and storage area.

Just as Piggle passed by a group of people sorting through med supplies, Ken reached out and grabbed Piggle.

“Ken quit it!” she giggled, “I’m carrying glass!”

“Alright people let’s get this stuff down to storage! Tomorrow there’s gonna be a meeting to brief yn’s guys about our mission,” Kay said, “So hit the hay as soon as everything’s catalogued.”

* * *

“C’mon Sean why can’t we eat?” little Kyra complained.

They had just landed off the shore of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania and were now scoping the area for possible meal ideas.

“We need to see if there are any humans in the vicinity,” Kyra’s older brother, Sean, said, “We don’t want to have any humans succumb to the hands of a pack of hungry vampires, now do we?”

“Because we-,” Kiriel, the middle child began.

“Never kill the innocent. Yeah, I know,” Kyra finished.

Sean, Kiriel, and Kyra were the three children of Kay and Sidney, in the forest, Faye and Angus’ twin boys, Ronald and Jonathan, unloaded the supplies from the C.Pod (Capsule Pod). Farther into the forest, the rest of the Children, Anastasia and Brian’s children were setting up camp. Brandon and Brendon gathered firewood from the surrounding area while setting up a perimeter. Morgan, Amelia, and Angela were setting up the boys and girls tents while their brothers worked close by.

“Okay, I don’t think that there’s anyone out there. We checked the entire shore line for ten miles in each direction and the most we found were some scrap metal from dig sites,” Kiriel said when they hopped over the seven foot tall wall of thorny bushes and branches.

“Good job. Once Ron and John come back, we can eat,” Brendon said.

“Why don’t you start up the fire?” Brandon asked.

“Umm-okay. Where’s the wood?” she asked.

“Here’s some,” he said, handing her a large log.

“Th-thanks,” Kiriel said going off to the center of their little clearing.

That night, they had their first real meal in over three years; naturally, Ron and John ate the most and ended up passing out as soon as they were carded off to their beds. Kiriel stayed outside though, not needing sleep she volunteered to be the first one on watch. Most of the time she remembered the last time she saw her parents….

* * *
It was a hot summer’s day out in a dessert, maybe the Mojave or something like that. They had just raided a ghost town for the last of its supplies, it was small and completely abandoned, not even animals had stuck around to try and make a living from what was left. Ron and John were only five then, and their Vampire teeth were starting to come in. As much as she’d like to not blame their crying, she couldn’t help but do so. For it was the dead of night, they had just set up a camp, not unlike the one the Children had set up, and John woke up with his teeth aching. Overhead, a sentry flew past with its lights and it spotted a ripple the Invisibility Shield made in the air.

Wolves in all shapes and sizes sprung forth to capture them all and load them into cages. But before they could lock up Kay’s cage, she leaped at the Wolf that carried her and ran to try and break the others loose.

“Kyrie, don’t!” Sidney said when she reached his cage.

“Run! Forget about us!” Sean called from way in the back of the AirShip.

“I’ll be back for you…. I promise…,” she said to her husband before giving him one last kiss and running off into the frigid dessert night.

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Ch. 6
Marko Romanis walked into the meeting room full of officials from all over the Globe and the newly colonized Moon. Once a week now, they had to meet in a secure location to discuss the matters of not only about their designated domain but how to destroy the Resistance once and for all. Usually, Romanis was never in a very good mood, but today his mood was even worse due to the escape of the Children of the Resistance.

“Mr. President, I have debriefed the rest of the board members on the current situation with the Resistance, they are now waiting for your orders,” Mr. Reese said.

“We must find the Children before they reach that accursed woman who escaped from us three years ago,” Romanis said as soon as he sat in his chair.

On a Holoscreen in the middle of the table, it showed the faces of the Children and Kyrie. Kay’s picture blinked a couple of times and switched over to a full 3-D replica of the footage from her escape alongside a full size picture of her. Romanis watched this footage with his usual distasteful look in his flat black eyes.

“The C.Pod that the Children escaped in had a homing device, unfortunately for us, the little brats are intelligent enough to know how to not only navigate but deactivate the C.Pod’s navigation system,” a man from Central Intelligence said.

“Why would they do that?” asked the Chinese Diplomat.

“Because the navigations system is connected to the homing device. In order to deactivate the homing device, you must destroy the navigations system,” the C.I. man explained.

“So they crash landed?” the other man asked.

“No,” Romanis said, “They landed perfectly, wherever they wanted to land. They’re parents would have taught them much better than to destroy the navigations system of a blind craft unless they knew how to fly it. No… they’re alive, and they’re waiting for us.”

* * *

At headquarters, the Resistance was receiving the news about the Children escaping. They were all sitting down to have lunch when the Holoscreen displayed the leaked footage of Brandon overtaking the Wolves and running off to free the rest. When Kay saw this, she immediately left the room, at a near run; she didn’t stop until she hit the outside. The Arctic winds hit her face clearing her thoughts and calming down her system.

“Mom?” a voice said from behind her.

She whipped around, for the first time in about one hundred years; she was both surprised and scared. Standing only a few yards away from her were her children. Not just the Children of the Resistance, a formidable foe to the reign of Marko Romanis, but her own children. They smiled and ran at her, all three of them engulfing her in their arms, harder than steel and diamond put together.

“My babies,” she nearly sobbed, “I can’t believe you actually escaped from that hell.”

“It was all Brandon,” Kiriel said.

“Oh, Kiriel, you look just like me. Like I look like my mom did,” she chuckled.

“We missed you mom,” Kyra said.

“Little Kyra, look how you grew,” she said.

“The rest are on their way,” Sean said, “And also… I love you.”

“Wow. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were your father,” Kay said to her oldest, “We should get inside. Where are the others?”

“Another mile behind us,” Kyra said shamefully, “We were kinda anxious to see you.”

“Hey Kay are you feelin’…,” Roger started when he poked out from the doorway, “Are these-?”

Kay simply nodded, knowing his question before he finished. Then a noise from behind her caught her attention.

“Go inside, kids,” she said.

“Mom, it’s just the rest of the Children,” Kiriel said.

“Still, go inside,” she said, “Your eyes are dark, so head straight for the freezer and warm yourselves up some Mountain Lion. I’ll help the others.”

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Ch. 8

“Okay, I think this is the address,” Bruce said when they reached a broken building.

“Why would Alex wanna hide in there?” Roland asked.

“Like Romanis would look in his own backyard,” Sean said, “Besides, it’s a perfect position to keep a lookout on everything.”

“As long as he IS in there, otherwise, were gonna have to think of another way to the moon,” Roland said; he took out a tracker and followed the dot to behind the overgrown bushes that decorated the once beautiful Louvre.

“I remember coming here once when I was a kid,” Sean said, mostly to himself.

“So how old are you anyway, kid?” Bruce asked.

“995 years old,” he replied promptly, “in human years anyway. In vampire speak, I’m still only about 25.”

“Okay,” Roland said, stopping in front of what looked like an ordinary wall.

“What’s so special about this?” Bruce asked dubiously.

“It may look like a wall but really,” Roland felt the wall and pulled on a section of cloth that hung there: invisible, “It’s the entrance to Alex’s lair.”

“Stealth Cloth,” Sean said, admiring the silky smooth cloth, “This guy is a genius.”

“He used to work for Romanis, so he has to be. Also, you never know if his cheery disposition online was all a rouse to fool us and help Romanis get info on the Resistance,” Roland warned.

And so they descended into the depths of a mad-scientist.

* * *

“Sir- President Romanis,” Mr. Reese said one evening, “I think we have a problem.”

“What is it? Is it the Resistance?” Romanis asked, immediately jumping from his seat.

‘Patience my son,’ the voice said, ‘we mustn’t get too hasty.’

“No sir,” Reese said ashamed, “these are the latest brain scans from the captive Resistance members.”

He handed the President four charts that showed a colorful array of patterns and schemes. Romanis gawked at the sight, knowing at once what it meant.

“Has anyone outside the doctors covering them seen these?” he asked in a steely cold voice.

“No sir, I brought them straight here as soon as the scans were complete,” the small and balding man said.

“Good, keep it that way. Chart me a C.Pod to the prison,” he said, “I want to speak with the members.”

“Right away sir,” Reese said, running away from the cold stare that penetrated him, seeing straight to his soul.

* * *

“Easy there, dog,” Brian snarled, “I’m not as young as I used to be.”

The Wolf growled for a short second before the door opened to reveal Romanis, as usual, his eyes were blacker that a black hole. With a wave of a hand, he dismissed the guards from the room. Then he sat down before the Resistance’s strongest members.

“So then,” he began, his voice was like nails grating across a chalkboard, “You still have powers.”

They stared blankly at him, neither giving anything away nor saying they didn’t know what he was talking about. As neutral as the former nation of Switzerland.

‘Damn it Ang,’ Faye said mentally, ‘now I want some cheese.’

Anna couldn’t help but snicker.

“Is something funny, Leech?” Romanis leaned across the table and stared her in the eye.

“Only that thing you call a face,” she said with a cheery smile.

Now the others couldn’t help but smile and snicker. Romanis’ face puvkered up and he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her across the table, snapping the restraints that held her in place. Brian struggled against his but a Wolf shocked him in the back with a Shocker Wand.
“It’s this reason that your Children were separated from you, and now they’re gone. My Wolves are very close to finding them, and you know what?” he snapped, “The official orders are to terminate on site.”

The shock and awe was felt in the atmosphere, thicker than the smog over Pittsburgh in the 1800’s.

* * *
Finally, the thing in the Mediteranian awoke and made its way to the surface….

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Ch. 9

“We got Alex, but he isn’t particularly happy,” Sean said when they parked the Stealth Vehicle.

“It doesn’t really matter if he’s happy or on a murderous rampage, as long as we got him and Romanis doesn’t even have an inkling as to our location, it’s all good,” Ksy said.

“Oh yeah, we also found someone who says she wants to help,” Bruce said.

“Okay, where is she?” Kay said.

“Hey there sis,” a voice from behind her said.

“Kylie?” she asked, confused.

“Never thought I’d see you again,” her sister, turned into an immortal after almost dying in a car accident, said.

Kay was speachless. The last time she saw her sister was over 50 years ago when they were first starting up the original Resistance. She had met a Wolf and ran off with his so he could escape the draft by Romanis. And now, here she was, still as young looking as the night of the accident….

“Woah!” Mike said as he got a good look at Kylie, “And who might you be miss?”

“Kylie, imulamusheen to you,” she said, she certainly had matured since the last time they were together.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you,” he said taking her hand and planting a soft kiss on the back of it.

“Go be suave after you’ve catalogued all the things coming in,” Kay said, “I need to catch up with my sister. Wow, fifty years….”

* * *

His hand broke the surface of the water, it groped around for the shoreline but only found a piece of driftwood. He used it to pull his head above the suface so his lungs could take in air. Shivering, the young boy kicked his feet towards the shore. Once there, he walked down the beach, trying to find his way, but his senses were muddled from the years spent in the salt water.

A Wolf approached him when he found a small fishing town along the beach.

“Halt there, boy!” the Werewolf shouted.

The boy just kept on walking, so the Wolf took out his gun and aimed it at the kid’s head.

“Are you deaf? I said halt!” he repeated.

The boy froze, after a few minutes of standing like that, the boy finally turned to face the Wolf, clad in a Romanis Army Uniform (RAU). The look in the boys eyes was calm, unlike that of any child that the Wolf had ever encountered. Usually, they were scared, and he liked it when people were scared of him, it got his adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“Where do you come from boy?” asked the Wolf, trying to instill fear.

This earned more calm looks from his unnaturally green eyes, partially covered in sea water-soaked hair.

“Can’t you speak neither?” then the Wolf crouched down to look thw boy in the eye, “I asked you a question, and it’s only polite to answer your commanding officer, boy.”

The Wolf’s trigger finger strted to get tingly, and he couldn’t help but pull back on the trigger. But only a click came when the trigger was fully pressed down.

‘Damn, I could have sworn I loaded this thing,’ the Wolf thought, ‘Maybe it’s just jammed.’

Then he looked at the boy again, and his eyes were glowing. That’s when the Wolf understood…. The kid was a Magick, and a savage one at that.

Quickly he reached for his Shock Wand, but one of the kids hands stooped him.

“What the-?” the Wolf began.
Then the other hand reached up to touch his forehead, and the touch was warm.

“Please, Father,” the boy said in a voice as warm as his touch, maybe warmer, “Take this corrupted soul into your arms. Forgive him Father. Amen.”

Then the warmth spread throughout the Werewolf’s body, and he strted to feel light, finally; a bright glow appeared above him, and it too was warm. The warmth filled him now, so he flew up towards the light, and into the arms of God.

* * *

“We have to get outta here, guys,” Angus said once they were placed back into their cells.

Faye struggled against her restraints in order to turn towards her love.

“How do you think Anna’s doing?” she asked.

“Doesn’t sound good to me, hun,” he replied, solemn now, “I haven’t been able to hear her since they took her away.”

“I think this one’s gonna be perminant guys,” came Anna’s breathless voice.

“Where are you?” Brian’s voice asked.

“In a white room. They’ve got me locked up good and tight,” she said, “And I agree with Ang. We need to get out of here.”

“How?” Brian asked.

“I finally found Kay,” a smile now played with her mental voice, “And she’s built a new Resistance.”

“What!?” all three voices asked.

“And even better,” an even bigger smile prominent, “She’s found the Children.”

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Ch. 10

Romanis sat in his chair at the head of the UESC’s meeting table. Behind him, the landscape of the Moon reflected the lights from the compound and caused an eerie glow to illuminate his profile. This effect combined with that of the Earth’s edge appearing over the horizon, gave Romanis the appearance of a God.

He quietly listened to the reports of the happenings in his kingdom, happier than he had been since being elected into office. This was partly due to the fact that they had a possible area of location of the Resistance; another was finally signing the papers to lock up the silver-haired vampire, who could have ruined his entire plan.

Then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain go through his body. Romanis doubled over in his chair and let out a guttural noise that the Council Members took for a groan. A light danced in front of his eyes, then it grew brighter until it filled his vision. The light was followed by a voice, but it wasn’t the normal voice….

‘I’m coming,’ the voice said, it was child-like, but very calm, ‘Your reign is done, Romanis. Soon, you will be sent back to where you spawned from.’

‘Who are you?’ Romanis asked, ‘What the hell are you doing to me?’

‘Showing you the pain you’ve caused this planet,’ said the child’s voice.

Romanis groaned again, then he collapsed in a heap into the floor before the Medics could out him onto the stretcher and cart him off to the sick bay. Romanis’ eyes glowed red with the fury that built up inside him from being taken over by a child.

* * *
“How’re the C.Pods coming along?” Kay asked when she entered the launch hanger that was now over-run by C.Pods.

“Almost done,” replied the newly adjusted Alex.

It was now 6 weeks since the scout team brought Alex into the Resistance’s compound, and they had accomplished quite a lot in those short 6 weeks. It turned out that he had been trying to reach the Resistance for some time and he was unhappy when he first arrived because he had thought Romanis had finally found him.

Kylie and Mike had taken a liking to each other from the get-go and now they never left each other’s sights. Plus, Kay had finally made contact with her friends, and most importantly: Sidney. He was being held in a separate part of the Prison so that he wouldn’t ‘cause any trouble’, what with he being the New Resistance’s love. He was close to Romanis’ personal chambers and was able to hear all that went through the President’s mind.

“The guy’s nuts, babe!” he said when she first asked him about Romanis, “He has a voice inside him, that is constantly in control of his decisions. But yesterday, something took over him.”

“Could you hear what it was?” Kay asked.

“It was,” he began unsure of himself, “well… it was a child, Kyrie.”

“A child? Like one of ours?” she asked him.

“No, his voice was like none other I’ve heard in all my years,” he said, “They took him away to the sick bay after he collapsed, and you know the strangest part?”

“What?”

“His eyes glowed,” Sid said, “They were glowing bright, bloody red.”

* * *
“Okay everybody, today’s the day,” Kay began as she stood before the assembled teams, “Today, we rescue the Original Resistance. I know you all want to know why we must, but that explanation will have to wait for when we retrieve the others.

“They’re not only my best friends, they’re extremely important to this cause. Every one of yn’s guys were chosen due to your knowledge and ability in a certain field. So, you’ve been divided up into groups that will be focused on a specific point in the mission. Team A: Your job is the go in first and take out the guns. The twins are very powerful at generating shields so you must rely on them to keep you safe. Meanwhile, work quickly and carefully in taking out the guns and their other array of defenses.

“Thanks to our friend Alex, we now have a complete schematic and layout of their weapons. So he will lead Team B into the compound in order to completely disable their systems. It wont last forever, so Teams C, D, and E; you must work even faster to get inside and disperse to your assignments. Team C: you must go deactivate the prison’s system in order for Team D to go in and let Faylene, Angus and Brian loose. Brian will then meet up with Team E to retrieve Anastasia.

‘Team F will be led by me to get Sidney. We must enter from the Dark Side of the Moon and again… move fast. Glenn has done the math on this and we should be able to make it through the defense shields just as they seal back up. If we don’t, then we must go to the surface and tunnel in through the ground. That is why Vinny and Barker have equipped us with a Laser Drill and a few more weapons in case the Wolves attack.

“Does everyone understand their job?” Kay said, felling as if she had to catch her breath.
“YES!!!!” the New Resistance called out.

“I couldn’t hear you there. DO YOU… UNDERSTAND?!?!?” she shouted even louder.

“YES!!!!”came the reply.

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Ch. 11
The boy looked up at the warehouse with curiosity burning in his green eyes. Up in the air, countless crafts flew upward and out of Earth’s atmosphere. Luckily for the boy, the front door was slightly ajar. Without hesitation, he went through the door and shut them tight. Above him, the last of the C.Pods flew through the closing roof hatch.

* * *
Romanis sat up in his hospital bed and the sterile smell of the sick bay hit his head like a rock. Immediately, the nurse and doctor who were waiting outside for him to wake rushed into the room and started to ask him questions about what had happened to him.

“Get out,” he said in a small voice.

“Sir?” the doctor asked.

“GET OUT NOW!” he shouted.

The nurse and doctor staggered backwards and ran from the room.

‘So you’re awake my son?’ the voice said.

“Whose voice was that earlier?” Romanis asked.

‘It was him,’ said the voice.

“What shall I do now, Father?” Romanis said looking around the room for his clothes.

‘The Resistance is attacking. You must stop them before they recover their friends.’

Without thinking twice, he sprung from the bed and left through the secret passage.

* * *


Alex struggled to remember the combination to the Control Room as they ran throughout the halls. It had been over a year now since he had been on the Moon and his memory was somewhat rusty. When they reached the door, the numbers suddenly came to him, and they were soon in the small, dark room.

“Okay, the shields are down,” Grey said into the communicator.

Outside, the rest of the C.Pods moved in while one lone pod flew off to the other side of the compound. Just as Glenn predicted, they made it in just before the shield closed back up. The guns on this side weren’t fully deactivated so they let out a shot in short bursts making them easy to dodge.

Inside the building, the rest of the teams were on the move to get to their assigned missions. In no time, Team C had the prison systems down and soon afterward, Anna, Brian, Angus and Faye were on their ways to the C.Pods. Meanwhile, Kay was working on the locks on Sid’s room as her team surveyed the area. As soon as the door was open, Kay rushed inside to greet her husband.

“Let’s save the reunion for later. Romanis is right next door,” he said.

“Hello there, AC/DC,” a cold voice said from behind them, “Having fun are we?”

Kay immediately knew who it was, but she put on the innocent routine as she freed Sidney.

“DA?” she said, still working the lock that bound his hand.

“Don’t **** with me *****,” said the Wolf at the door.

“I never did anything to you on a personal level,” she explained, “If you can’t handle another person’s point of view then so be it but you didn’t have to rat out half of KMC and run out on John to join Romanis.”

“Shut up!” DA shouted, “I’m sick of your ****ing mind games.”

“You know you really did hurt John,” Kay continued anyway, “You have no idea how long it took us to get him out of the little hidey hole he made for himself in his room.”

DA fired off a round that just missed her left ear.

“I don’t miss twice,” she warned.

“Shame you have to miss once,” Kay countered.

“You broke me,” she whispered, pearly white tears started to roll down her cheeks, “How would you feel if I said your husband has a fat ass?!”
“Well… he does actually, but it’s a major turn on,” Kay smiled.

Just then, John ran into the room. He looked from DA to Kay and Sid, then back again.

“DA?” he asked, “What the hell-?”

“Don’t play coy,” she said in a steely cold voice, “You sided with them after they insulted you. After I tried to defend you.”

“Babe, I let that drop,” he explained, “We had an agreement that it was over.”

“Really it was over before it even died. But alas, you had to bring it back to life like some… little kid obsessed with bringing his dead dog back to life,” Kay said.

DA turned and fired a shot at them but Sid and Kay were already at the door with John.

“And now fair wolfy-maiden, we bid you adieu,” Sid said before they ran off.

Halfway down the next corridor, RJ stopped them.

“We have to go back for her,” he shouted, trying to turn around but the two vampires held him in place and continued forward.

“Look, John…RJ, she isn’t the same woman who you were engaged to before,” Kay said.

“She’s turned against us, the person you knew before died when she left you,” Sid said, “You have no idea what they do to people here.”

“But-,” before RJ could finish, they reached the C.Pods.

* * *
Romanis watched the screen before him in as much disgust as his being would allow. Meanwhile, the voice of his Father crooned, attempting to soothe him.

“Bring me W-hIr-665, the subject known as DA,” Romanis said, “Bound.”

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Ch. 12
The original Resistance members sat close to each other at their new round table, to make it easier to hear the 42 members of the Resistance. Next door, the boy sat on a bed as the meeting proceeded.

“Okay, okay, okay!!!! Everyone please!!!! Can we start the meeting?” Anastasia called out to attempt to quiet the loud, cacophony of noises.

“First order of business,” Sidney stood up in order to address the members, “The child. What does everyone think about him?”

“He might be one of Romanis’ droogs,” Tim spoke up.

“Well he doesn’t exactly fit the bill,” Riley said.

“And what ‘bill’ is that?” John asked.

“Well let’s see here-uh… a werewolf?” she pointed out.

“True,” Kosta said, “But that doesn’t automatically dismiss the fact that he could be with Romanis.”

“Here’s an idea guys,” Kay said, “How about we ask him? Sit him right in the middle of the table and judge him.”

A few minutes later, he was sitting in the center of the table. His dark skin shone strangely in the lights that were set into the room’s ceiling. The young boy’s eyes moved about the room, taking in all the people around him.

“Who are you?” Anastasia asked.

His focus snapped to her face, “I am the son; I have come from my place of rest to stop He who destroys this world.”

Everyone murmured to each other when he said this.

“Whose son are you?” Kyrie asked in a gentle voice.

The boy merely lifted his eyes towards the heavens. The member’s whispering and murmuring grew louder.

“That’ll be all,” Angus said, signaling for his sons to take the boy back to his room.

“I think we should hold off on the rest of this meeting until we decide a fate for the boy,” Michelle said.

“All in favor?” Brian said.

Most of the members raised their hands.

“All opposed?” he said.

Only the few that were left raised their hands.

“Okay, after dinner, we’ll meet back here and continue the long overdue explanation,” Sidney said.

* * *
“He can’t mean what I think he means can he?” Faye said when the original members reached an old interrogation room.

“I think he does,” Angus said sadly.

“If the son of the Christian God has returned, then it really means that Romanis is…,” Sid drifted off.

“This only means we have an even bigger motive to get our plan into action and destroy the President,” Kay said, taking her husbands hand.

They all met each others eyes and nodded.

“With this New Resistance, we’ll be able to right all the wrongs from the past 400 years,” Brian said.

“Maybe even…,” Anna pondered.

“I don’t think they’d go that far, sis,” Faye said, reading her twins mind.

“A chick can dream,” she said as they left one by one.

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Ch. 13
Romanis walked slowly through his mansion in Paris, slightly dazed still from the ride back from the Moon. The voice of his father hadn’t quieted since he woke up in the sick bay; he was plotting, thinking, and ordering around the followers of Satan.

“We have to find them as soon as possible,” he repeated for the thousandth time, “Send out as many trackers and Wolves you can spare, have every scientist and communications expert on full alert. Once we find them, we need to quarantine them, I know you want to kill them as soon as they’re in captivity, but we must make an example of them….”

Romanis let him go on with his ramblings once he reached his room. There, he walked to the large bed in the center of the room. But when he passed the full length mirror that adorned one wall, he stopped immediately and stared at his reflection.

To his amazement, a line had formed on his brow. One single line now marked the perfect complexion that his eternal youth had granted him. For most people, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but for Marko Romanis, it was catastrophic; it meant that he was aging after being frozen in time for 10,000 years.

“Father, what could this mean?” he asked in a small voice.

“Our time is nigh,” said the King of Hell from very close by.

“Where are you?”

“Here,” a voice said from a chair next to him.

I the chair sat a small girl, her skin milky-white, hair a brilliant onyx, the only indication that she was not of this world was her eyes. They looked at the President with an authority that surpassed anything Romanis could muster; the dark red hue of the irises shone with an eerie light that seemed to come from within her very being.

“Father?” he asked slightly uncertain.

“Yes,” said the child, “It seems my powers were a little mixed up in the portal to here, putting me in this form,” the little girl that was Satan himself stood and stared at Romanis with a calculating look deep within those red eyes, “We must act fast if we’re going to have our plan come to fruition.”

“What do we need to do?” he asked.

Satan walked away from Romanis towards the fireplace, there He/She stared into the flames that danced in the small vicinity.

“We still need to find the Resistance,” He/She said finally after a few minutes.

“And of my aging?”

“Since you are immortal, it’s nothing we should really be concerned about,” said the small figure, “Perhaps you’re merely stressed from the recent events that have befallen us.”

Now his head was reeling from the language his Father used.

“I need to lie down,” he said, he walked slowly over to his grand bed.

“Do not worry my Son,” Satan said sitting beside Romanis on the bed, “When you wake up, we’ll sort through this mess.”

* * *
“Okay then! We decided that the kid can stay,” Sidney said when the Resistance settled back into their seats after a nice meal.

“Turns out… he’s the Son of God,” Angus said.

The room erupted into a cacophony of noises and shouts.

“People! People! I know it’s a lot to take in, but it’s true. There was a prophecy thousands of years ago that one day he’d return and this kid is it,” Faye said.

The voices quieted down for the moment as the Original members brought up the Computer in the middle of the round table to finish their meeting from before.

“Now then,” Kay began, she typed in a few commands and the gas screen switched to a plain white view, “Many of you have heard the rumors that KMC was really a recruiting site. Well it’s true.”

“But I thought recruitment sites had a special code hidden in them,” Sol said.

“It does,” Anna said, “look….”

Kyrie typed on the keyboard:
Killermovies.com/forums

“Now if you spell out the ‘.’,” she said.

Killermoviesdotcom/forums

“You can get this from the name.”

Kill_ _ mov_esdo_ _om/fo_ _ms
e r i t c r u
recruit

A single sound of epiphany resonated from every person in the room.

“There were many people from Romanis’ security who roamed the internet and came across this site, but they could never really prove that it was,” Kay said.

“And that’s because the site was built up on a special spell that hid what we were really talking about from his droogs,” Brian said.

“But there were flaws in the system that allowed some of them to slip through and create accounts. We saw them as the spammers that were deleted on the first day or within the first week or their membership,” Angus explained.

“They didn’t see who we were or what we were talking about but we think they were trying to get us to do something to reveal ourselves to them,” Sid said, “Lucky for us, we’re smarter than that and they were banned on the spot.”

A small chuckle erupted from the members.

“Only two of Romanis’ actually were accepted into our community. One was DA who didn’t turn until Kay here messed with her,” Anna said.

“Not my fault, she was already scarred.”

“The other was Peach, who suspected something from us from the very beginning but worked her way into our system by making herself a Mod and befriending a lot of us,” Anna continued.

“Except me,” Kay pondered, “she hated me from the very beginning for some reason. But then again, the only people who like me are here in this room… I think.”

The meeting continued with reports of what they needed and what their next move was going to be. It was only a matter of time before Romanis was finally taken out.

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Originally posted by AC/DC'S_LVR
Ch. 14

Satan burst through the doors of the Weapons and Surveillance Center with Romanis on his heals. He/She looked around the room at the monitors and the weapons the scientists were working on. Romanis watched with a wary eye as his father walked around the room and surveyed they people as they worked. Then Satan walked over to the gigantic throne-like chair on one side of the room and sat in it as though he/she was taking over things.

‘I basically am,’ he thought with glee, ‘I knew my insolent son could never take on the task of ruling a world. He’s already ****ed it up and he isn’t even millennia old yet.’

The humans around in looked in confusion as a child sat in their ruler’s throne and looked ready to give orders. For a full minute, no one moved, they just all stared at their ruler with the expectation to throw the child before them out of the room and on to be executed. But that wasn’t going to happen.

“Well,” Satan’s voice said through the small girl in the huge chair, “Get back to work!”

Romanis walked slowly over to his Father and collapsed on the small steps leading up to his throne. Satan looked down at his weary son and made a face of utter disgust.

“Go back to the sick bay, son,” he/she said, “We don’t need you getting sick all over this delicate equipment.”

When he didn’t move, two guards came over to help their Lord.

“Leave him!” Satan said, “He must learn to walk on his own!”

Mumbling apologies, they retreated back to their work.

* * *
“Glenn, what does this look like to you?” Alex asked.

“It’s just a bit of spilled sealant,” Scythe said after only taking a quick glance at the spot Alex indicated.

“I thought so, too at first, but look what happens when I run the detector over it,” he said.

As he ran the thin metal rod over the blob of clear goop, it quivered slightly, as if alive.

“Oh shi-,” Glenn said a second before snatching up his communicator.

“All members of the Resistance report to the meeting hall immediately,” Scythe’s voice rang loud and clear through the passageways of the facility, “Kay! We have a Code Orange.”

Half an hour later, they were jam packed into the meeting room, in the center of the round table a small blob of what looked like gel was displayed on the HoloScreen. Anna, Faye, Kay, Brian, Angus and Sidney were all gathered along with Glenn and Alex in a far corner of the room. After some time, they finally broke their huddle and walked over to the table.

“Alright,” Anastasia said, rage was very much apparent in her angelic voice, “Whoever is responsible for this… come forth now or we will have to forced to take drastic measures.”

A cacophony of noises met their ears after she had finished her sentence.

“What do you mean?” Riley asked.
“What the **** is that thing?” Mike shouted from the other side of the table.

“Do we have a traitor or something?” Bruce asked.

“YES!” Kay said climbing up onto the table, “We have a traitor amongst us! And he or she had better step forward before we have to do individual interviews. And don’t think it’ll take a long time no…. It’ll go quickly I guarantee it. But this place will be on lock-down until the traitor is brought to justice!”

“Hey, where’s Slay?” Grey asked.

Everyone with the ability to do so listened to the sounds above and around them in order to find Slay. The sound that reached them was the sound of a truck’s engine warming up in the frigid climate of the storage room. Without a second thought, Kay was gone in a flash.

Ten stories above the meeting room, Slay sat in a truck filled up with enough supplies to get him to Paris in good time. But that didn’t mean immediately taking off without having to warm up the truck’s engine.

‘**** me,’ he said as another round of shivers rattled his teeth, ‘What is this? The 22nd Century.’

He hit a button and a hot blast of air smacked him in his face.

“Finally,” slay said, putting the truck into gear.

“Going somewhere?” Kay asked from the seat beside him.

“Oh shi-,” Slay said before the door beside him was ripped off and he was dragged out onto the cold hard floor.

“So then,” Sid’s voice said from somewhere on top of the truck cabin, “Did you really think we’d let you get away?”

“No but you’re stupid enough to fall for my act,” he smiled through blood that had appeared suddenly along with a pain in his jaw.

“Really? So all the, ‘I’m sorry. I never meant what I said to you online. All those insults were just a joke.’ That was all bullshit?” Kyrie asked, her eyes danced in a fiery rage.

“You really are daft aren’t you?” he asked.

“No just pissed,” she said before ripping his throat out.

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Originally posted by That ACDC Chick
Ch. 15
“No, stop it. Go away!” Romanis shouted.

Although his father was in the Earth realm now, the voices hadn’t subsided, they only grew in number. They whispered to him at all hours, telling him to do or say things, in his dreams he dreamt they were real people who had died at his hand many years ago. They accused him of their deaths and the death of so many others. Old… young… Magick… mortal… rich… poor…. They all came… their voices grew louder and louder until it drowned out the sounds of his concerned staff. They had seen their leader like this once before, when he first took power over the UESC, but then he only would answer an unspoken question or comment. It drove him mad… but not like this… this was something else.

“You’re all scum of the Earth! Unfit to walk amongst us! I did us all a favor by killing you,” he bellowed.

The pain… make it stop… so much pain….

It’s so cold… please… help us….

Some of the voices were in languages he didn’t understand even though he knew all of Earth’s languages. They sounded like a mix of all the languages while others were in some ancient dialect that belonged to the original Magick’s. A language created by the Elders and Gods long ago to convey their power. Romanis let out a long and painful moan as the voices finally subsided for a while.

“Sir, is everything okay?” the voices of his guards called out.

“Tell then you’re alright and to go back to their duties,” Lucifer whispered into his ear.

But Romanis simply lay their face down on the Oriental rug that adorned his private chambers. The young child that was Lucifer wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pathetic heap he called his son on the floor.

“Everything’s fine! Go back to your duties!” he called out in Romanis’ voice.

“But sir…,” one of the guards protested.

“NOW!” he bellowed in an otherworldly voice.

“Father why aren’t they going away?” the real Romanis groaned.

“They will in time, once you eliminate the rest of their kind,” Lucifer promised.

Of course his promise was a complete lie but he needed the sniveling creature of his son in order to complete his plan. For now he let Romanis lay on the floor as the voices became quieter and quieter for the time being. Once they became nothing but a low wine in the back of his head, Romanis finally picked himself up and sat in one of the chairs. Lucifer slowly walked over to the adjacent chair and climbed onto the centaur leather all while keeping a careful eye on his son.

“They’re getting stronger, the Resistance. We must crush them as soon as possible,” Romanis said from behind his hands.

“I agree, that is why I sent a mole,” Lucifer replied.

“A mole? Where?” the President asked.

“To the Resistance. He was able to win over some of their members and infiltrate his way into their ranks. I just sent a party to retrieve them,” he said with a nonchalant wave of his fragile hand.

“Then let’s go, I want to be there to kill them all myself,” Romanis snarled.

“No, they’re being brought back here so we can squeeze as much information from them as possible. Remember, they aren’t the only group of Magicks bent on our destruction,” Lucifer waggled a delicate ivory finger.

After a second to think things over, Romanis gave a small nod and he retreated to his bed where his wife Dalia Ibelhauptaite, known in scripture as the Whore of Babylon, lay. With a sigh, Romanis joined her and drifted into a sleep filled with nightmares about the Resistance overthrowing him and retaking the world.

* * *
“What do you think we should call him?” Piggle asked as she and a few others set up for dinner.

“Who?” Riley asked carrying a pot of fish stew over to the table.

“The boy. You know… the Jesus kid,” she whispered.

“Oh… I dunno,” she replied.

“Jack… they called me… Jack,” the boy suddenly appeared carrying a stack of napkins and silverware.

“Where at, hun?” Piggle asked.

“On my way here… I didn’t really have a name… so the people I traveled with… nicknamed me… Jack,” he said with deliberateness.
“Why do you speak slowly like that?” John asked.

“I was at the bottom of the… Mediterranean… for 200 years… I’m still getting used to… breathing real… air,” he answered.

“Wow,” Riley muttered as she set the pot of stew on the table.

As they watched him go on his way, the members of the Resistance held a new respect for the child they knew as Jack, but was really the key to their victory.