Obsessions fill the void.

Sorry, this post is mostly whinging about people whinging about me being in a bad mood, but developments happen, so I'm posting it.

My temper has had a much shorter fuse since..that day. If it wasn't for Don's extraordinary agility, he'd have ended up embedded in a wall because he asked if I knew what our friend had wanted Playwrite to do. Mentioning his name is not a good move with me at the moment. I said sorry later, and he understood, but still, why do I randomly give off lightning? I can't stop since I struck Roy. I don't know what he meant to achieve by getting himself thrown off a cliff, but emotion crazed abilities is what I got out of it. If Tingle hadn't sensed it coming, he'd have got one in the face for trying to talk to me about the book of pictures left for us, and He was the only one that went through the same thing I did, he manifested naturally, not long after me, and he was the one that was with me and my cousins when we beat HIM the first time, many years ago. I just can't imagine this life without him. We were like brothers, the first few years really brought us together, and it's so hard trying to move on.

Sorry, this makes me sound really pathetic. Just don't point that out to me, or you WILL get shocked. :)

Anyway, trying to move on. I've become obsessed with the toolbelt future me was wearing, my technopathy, and the fact that I currently don't HAVE a toolbelt. Seeing as a hobby is useful when you've had to go into hiding because of some idiot cheerleader chucking herself off a ferris wheel (You don't see Healthbar leaping off the London Eye, do you? That's because she's got some SENSE!), I have been inventing like mad since we holed ourselves up in our base.

'What are making?' asked Ragnarok, a friend of mine who manifested about three weeks before Claire doomed us all. Good timing, huh?

'Well, I suppose the easiest way of describing would be a sonic screwdriver that DOES work on wood.' I said, not looking up.

'WOW!' Like Doctor Whos? Why?'

'Wouldn't you make one if you thought you could?'

'Point taken.'

Cleone walked in, and said that the real Cleo wanted to talk to us. She closed her eyes as Cleo shifted her consciousness between bodies, and then opened her eyes again, looking sad.

'I just read your post! I'm so sorry guys, I wish there was something I could have done! The friends I've lost, I know how you feel, I know you were lot were upset when Shifter and Omni and everyone died, but Precog...This must be hitting you so hard....Yow! Tempest, I do not like the look of your Aura. You just spiked...Oi!'
She stopped the lightning bolt in mid air, and stared accusing at me, but was interrupted by Rag.
'Wait..you can see Auras? Like a lucario?'
'A what?'
I intervened. 'She's not a pokemon, Rag, just like Don is not a Hitmonchan, I am not a porygon, and Healthbar is not a Chansey.'
'I only said they were LIKE that...'
'Well they're not!'
Healthbar leaned over to Cleo. 'Sorry, he's been in a really bad way since it happened.'
I went off to the other side of the room, stuck a pin I'd been holding in the large map I'd put up, and headed for the stairs when-
'What is that? Why are you marking volcanoes? Oh no. Don't you dare....'
'I have to Cleo, it's our only chance. Dragon is making serious headway with Omni's cocoon thing-'
'But you can't! You forget I was there after you left. Listen to me grumpy, it's not a good idea to go back! Seriously!'
'What are you talking about?' asked Ragnarok, confused. (more on his power later, by the way, it's interesting.)
'The Cavern of Lost Souls.' I said, staring at the map of volcanoes I'd already checked. 'It's our only hope of rescuing him. We need him, and there is a place that the creators of abilities store the souls of those who have died. It was in a volcano. I intend to find out which one. And then I'm going back.'

A cliff no more.

So there we all were, on a jutting out piece of cliff at Dover, as Precog smiled at us all. 'This is Roy Cameron. One of your sensing machines put me on to him Tempest. He is known in villain circles as Slammer. He can manipulate air into solid walls, as a defense or a means of slamming or crushing something. He has been asked by HIM to attack a few sites in a couple of weeks that could end up with the complete destruction of the UK. That's what I came to stop.'

I tried to get off Centaur, but moving made my head buzz horribly. 'Why didn't you get us to go with you?'
'Because you have to keep going with our work. You have to survive.'
'What do you mean?' asked Doolittle.
'Don't you dare.' Playwrite was staring in horror at Precog. 'Why would you send me a thought like that? I...oh...but,no...'
Precog looked at him sadly. I've seen what's coming in America. I know what Claire bennet is going to do to the world. You know what must be done.'Playwrite nodded, and there were tears mixing with the rain running down his face.
'What! What needs to happen!' called Tingle. 'You've only got a 13% chance of getting off that edge alive!)
'Not even that my friend. Dragon, Tildy, Playwrite, know all know certain things about what is to come. Good luck everyone. I love you all. Goodbye.'
With that, he ran at Slammer. Slammer, who had been standing sneering at our conversation with annoyance and confusion, laughed. 'Finally! Some action!' Precog's eyes turned blinding white, and he chuckled as he ducked round a lance of air. Oh! SO close! Nearly! Ooh, too bad! Aww, what a shame! Can't touch me! Come and get me!'

As he started making chicken noises, We started towards him to help, but with his free hand slammer made a wall of solid air blocking us from them. Healthbar moved away from healing me (Over exertion of powers takes longer to heal than physical cuts and bruises) to launch a beam of golden sunlight, hardened into a burning beam, at the wall, but it just stopped short of Precog and Slammer and started pushing her backwards instead. Partly restored, I got off Centaur and staggered forwards, trying to help. Don had put on the strength ring, and was trying to punch through, and staring as his fists just sort of swam through the air slowly without breaking it at all.

Everyone tried all they could, but we were helpless. I wasn't thinking clearly, I didn't know what to do, and as I wiped dried blood from my face all I could do was send a stream of fire and ice at the wall, while trying to make the grass under Slammer trip him up. It worked, but he was back up on his feet swiping at Precog in no time.

Precog was now flapping his elbows like a chicken aswell, ducking and diving the swipe of air that flew at him. ' He got to the very edge of our jutting bit of cliff, and returned to english. 'Enough of this! I know what's coming, I've seen it. Your sister isn't here to help you, and she must be stopped. But to stop you, and make sure events move as they should, there is only one thing to do. I know how this ends, there is no point prolonging things.'

He turned to us, and his eyes returned to normal, looking at us one last time. 'Stop his sister. She's out there hiding, but in a few months, she'll be big trouble. And most of all, stop HIM. No matter what.'

He faced Slammer again. and saddly, knowingly, smiled at him. 'Ok, I'm ready. Seal your fate, Slammer.'

Slammer snarled, and swept a wall of air at him. It hit him squarely in the chest, and he let out a cry, spread his arms wide, called 'Remember me!...' and pitched over the cliff.

There were shrieks and cries from all around me, and I yelled with them. Time seemed to stand still. 'Why hadn't he let us help? Why had he made sure we got here so late that Slammer protected himself from us? Anger filled me, I rose into the air with a huge gust of wind, and all I could think of was making Slammer pay. With his life. I grabbed my staff from where it had fallen in the grass, and Roared. The clouds above us filled with a rumbling thunder, and Slammer stared round at me, cocky behind his wall of air. 'Go and grieve your friend somewhere else! I can block everything you have to offer boy!'
'BLOCK THIS!!!'

A huge bolt of lightning crashed down on him from above. He had almost half a second to solidify the air above him, but not enough to stop it. It blasted a crater around him, lying twitching in the bottom. He was blackened, smoking and most of his left arm had been vapourized. Amazingly, he'd stopped it killing him,with some sort of chamber of air round his chest, that left most of his organs intact. He screamed, and struggled to sit up, as I turned away from him and went to the cliff face. I looker over. There was no sign of Precog. At all. The waves had claimed him, and there was no trace he'd even been there. I floated back past Slammer without looking at him, and as I landed infront of the others and started back down the cliff, I slowly clenched my right hand into a fist, shaking with rage. I heard the cliff crumbling behind me, and the little protuberance we'd been on falling into the sea. There was a strangled cry as Slammer was dragged down into the waves by the landslide of rocks around him, crushing him to pieces on the way down. There was no evidence any of us had ever been there, and Precog had been avenged. In my head I pictured the pile of rubble at the base of the cliff, and mentally crushed it to dust. Then I blacked out. I woke up a couple of hours later, at the base. I was told Dragon had got us home. I went downstairs, and found the machine signaling Slammers power. The one that had sent Precog there in the first place. I got Precog's cricket bat from under the counter, and broke the machine into pieces, which I then sucked into a miniature black hole with gravitational manipulation.

Since then, Thanks to a letter Precog left us (I'll explain later) We've been preparing for going into hiding because of Claire and her stunt with the ferris wheel. We've helped hide a friend of mine, Ragnarok, too, because he manifested recently. More on him later. Writing this has brought it all back, so I have to take a break, sorry. Everything's been as Cleo said, her Clone came and stayed with us, we call her Cleone, because we know she's a clone, she admits as much, and the real Cleo pops in every now and again. Bye for now!