Christmas at VHS, part 2

Ok, once I've finished this, I can get on with catching you up with everything that's happened more recently, precog, and well, I'll get to that later.....

Cleo popped round later in the afternoon, and after finding out she knew all about our trip to find immunity girl, we knew she had to be the clone that had flown off during Cleo's lack of control over her abilities. We called the real one, and she agreed to pop round at once (she was planning to anyway). Playwrite explained while we waited that our Cleo hadn't been detectable as a clone when she joined us on our excursion because she had exactly the same mind as the real Cleo. Due to her creation being an accident, and not a conscious action, there was nothing about this Cleo that gave a hint that she was a clone, and she was in fact convinced she WAS the real Cleo.

Cleo arrived, (The real one) and merged with the clone, and sat down quickly in a chair as she shook her head, rubbing it slowly. This only lasted a couple of seconds, and then she looked up, smiling.

'Sorry, merging two sets of memories is always a bit weird. Merry Christmas!'

We wished her a Merry Christmas and gave her her presents.

As she finished, Diffy moaned. We looked over at him to see him stagger, stumble around in a circle, and collapse on the floor saying 'oooooooooooooh, me heads all woozy, I fink somfing might be wrong..........'

Tildy stood up, looking concerned. 'Incoming spirits! Some kind of psychic transmission is taking over Diffy!

She grabbed Diffy's hand, and her eyes glowed.

'I'm picking up...no hang on..that's really odd...The energy that's being sent back, it's like a message, or a shadow of real people, but, oh, no way.....'

Diffy raised a small, yellow paw, and a rainbow of swirling colours flowed from it, forming a shimmering portal-like window in the air, like a horizontal elipse, or a circle that's been sat on. Blurry shapes appeared inside it, and as Diffy opened his eyes and stared up at it, a blond teenage boy in a white T-shirt and wearing a red baseball cap came into focus, staring intently at us. He grinned, and called over his shoulder 'Hey, it worked! You're a genius!
A woman in her late twenties appeared, rubbing her head and smiling wearily. She looked vaguely familiar, kind of like my Aunt, but not quite. More like-
'Good! We don't have long, you'd better get on with it and tell them. Do you have any idea how hard it is to convert an illusion into a pyschic energy ghost, send it 7 years back in time to a past version of you, WHILE bypassing the time-travel block that prevents us from just doing it ourselves, and linking it to the current timeline in order to create a window between now and our past selves? It took me 7 years just to work out how to do it!'
'I have know idea, but then again I didn't understand half of that. Get the others, will you?'
'Get the others, Tildy, send a portal back seven years, Tildy. Fine, fine...'

Tildy's older self walked out of view and returned with a bunch of people in there mid-twenties. We gawped at themen and women in front of us, at a loss for words.
Doolittles ponytail was longer, her light brown hair had darkened, and there was a snake coiled round her left arm. Playwrite was still the tallest of all of us, but he looked as bright and bouncy as he did now, and there was a poster on the wall behind him for a play he was starring in. Healthbar's brown hair was now pure white, except for a silvery grey strand by her left ear, casting a shadow across part of her face. Tingle was wearing a suit, and had a briefcase in his hand. Don was in full Karate gear, and there was a small object that looked like a cross between a taser and a super soaker tucked into his belt next to a pair of nunchuks. Pete had little pulses of red energy running around his veins, causing little streaks of red to dart around his body under his skin. Being a couple of years younger than us, he resembled his past self the most, but taller, and he seemed to have forgotten to shave that morning, with a thin spread of stubble on his chin. I still had my cloak, now a bit more worn, and a futuristic looking belt, with one of the taser/soaker gun things strapped to it, along with an array of small gadgets and machines. I also had a small device clipped to my ear, Some sort of wristband with a small screen on it, and a metal band round my staff, which now had carvings all along it.

Our older selves smiled back at us, but I noticed something odd. 'Where's Precog?'
Older me looked awkward. 'He's..not with us at the moment.'
'Oh..ok. What is all this?'
'We needed a way of telling you something important, but it's about an event in the future, our past, that has been blocked from time travel. Tildy can only just send this past it, we tried to get as close as possible, I think we're a few months out. We need to warn you, that HE is returning. Tempest, Precog, Tildy, you know who I mean. And with him comes the destruction of everything. There will come a time when 'The Eye' asks you to do something so drastic, You'll think he's betraying you, and out to kill you after all. You will think that all is lost, and that HE has won. DO AS 'THE EYE' SAYS. It may seem stupid, and horrific, and you may think that the last chance of defeating HIM is lost if you do it, but you must, or HE really will win. Do you understand?'

'Um, yeah, I think so. Do what 'The Eye' says, even if it seems stupid.'
'Exactly, no matter what, do as he asks. H eknows more than you can imagine.'

The window was starting to flicker and distort, and Future Tildy, was wincing.

'We've got to go I think, the window's fading' said Future Healthbar, looking concerned.

'Wait! I never gots to ask' called Diffy, looking at the teenage boy. 'Yous me, right?'

'Yup.' The teenager grinned.'

'How come yous like that? I'm like that? What happened to our Diffyness?'

'Everyone grows up sometime kid. Not that I'm grown up-'

'You couldn't be mature if you tried...'

'Sssh Tingle! We decide to re-enter the world of human beings eventually, though as you can see- (He gestured at Diffy's white shell, and red hat, and then at his own cap and T-shirt) we stick with the colour scheme. It works for us. I'm still Diffy, I just look like I should. Keep working the little egg guy look for a while though, it's who we are.'

'There was only time for future Doolittle to sigh, 'God I wish we were that age again, Future Playwrite to wave, and Future Don to call to his past self: 'Next time you see Leech, get him from behind!' and the portal window thing dispersed into clouds of coloured vapour, and then nothing. Cleo looked round at all of us. 'Well' she said, gripping the new DVD Healthbar had given her tighter 'That was interesting. How did someone block off a bit of time from time travellers? I'm going to look into that.'

There. Only one major event to catch you up on before you're up to date with us. I'm sorry, I won't enjoy writing it, but I have to tell you sometime. See you soon!

At last, I return!

Sorry it's been so long since I last posted, we've been very busy, and someone or something blocked my computer from accessing my blog, but I hope to use this app to bypass it and get through, regain access on my computer, so once I've caught up with all these new posts, I'll do some serious blogging!


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Christmas at VHS

Sorry it's been a while since the last post, there's been a lot happening, including losing one of our number, and well, I'll get to that eventually. I want to tell you all about our Christmas, so first I should sum up what happened after Linda and Don had their fight (The others will continue their tales later too).

We looked up from lying on the floor to see the air above us empty of spirits, Don and Linda both having vanished. I could hear Doolittle coughing, and Diffy calling Linda a string of rude names. (Rude for him, the worst he managed to say was bad witch ( I'm sure you can work out what he meant, just take out the ad w, but he's never managed to say the really rude words, he just can't.)
Anyway, I could see that John had run off, and a qucik headcount showed that Precog was the one who had left during the fight.

I felt an arm round my shoulders as I struggled up from under the table that had fallen on me in the confusion, and a warm glow healed the bruises and grazes I'd sustained, and grinned and Healthbar as she helped me up. 'Thanks'
'Meh, I do what I can. I tend to get up again pretty quickly if I have some light.'
She winked at me and went to help the others. I FFed objects out of the way, and summoned a breeze to blow of most of the dust covering us, and was just filling a crack in the wall with rock when I heard a groan to my right. I turned to see Don's head raise slightly. I let out a cry of surprise and rushed over to him. Healthbar and the others were right behind me.
'Urrrrrrrrrrrrrgh..................ow..my head.....is Linda gone?'
He looked at all of us and sat up groggily as Healthbar enveloped him in her healing light.
'Don, what happened?'
'I charged Linda to stop her killing all of you, and she tried to take my Aura to kill me and take my 'power''
'And?'
'I let her. I was latched firmly to Tildy and Healthbar at the time, so she was having to fight them too. She found far more resistance than she expected, then I slammed into her, weakening her more, and the only part of me that came easily was the formula. She sucked right out my body and I stayed where I was. It made her kind of explode, and then all there was was intense pain as I woke up in my body again. The whole thing took about a second though.'
'....Wow'
'That was smart!'
'Well done!'
'Hurray for beating miss stinkypants!'
'So is she actually dead?' I asked after congratulating and thanking him.
'....No' said Playwrite, Tingle, Tildy, Dragon and Healthbar together.
'She's...worse than ever, but slipping back into her own timestream, trying to fix it again.' said Tildy.
'I fear she may use the addition of that tainted formula to her DNA to her advantage' said Dragon seriously.

There, that's roughly what was said. Now christmas.

Precog came back about a week before christmas, very cheerful, and calmer than he had been for weeks, as if he'd found peace with himself at last.

2 days to christmas, the gang is decorating the base. We'd all agreed to meet up in the afternoon of christmas day. We were all hanging up decorations, and I'd grown a tree that morning, which was now standing proudly in the corner of the room, and Dragon was just helping me string up some tinsel when Diffy wandered over to us, looking troubled.

'Dwaaaaaaaaaaaagon, can you help me wiv sumfing? Cecil say that Santa doesn't exist, and he's hundreds older than me so he knows, but you older than him, and smarter and powerfuler and evryfing, so you really knows that he does exist, please?'

Dragon smiled, and looked down over his shoulder at Diffy as I pinned the bit of tinsel he was holding. 'Santa exists, of course he does. I couldn't tell you who he is at the moment, but he exists.'

'Huh?'

'Well, Santa is a title, like Dragon. Once a replacement with fitting or suitable abilities come along, they are made the new santa, and do the job for a while. The details and stories are blurred and exaggerated into the popular image we know today, but it's really a lot simpler than that. As I say, I cannot tell you who he is, at the moment, but I hope you'll be satisfied with the knowledge that you have met A santa.'

Diffy stared, and understanding started to shine in his eyes 'You mean.....'

Dragon patted his stomach and smiled again. 'I've lost a lot of weight since then....'

There was a thud. I turned to see Diffy had fallen to the floor, and was sitting staring up at Dragon. Then he scrambled to his feet and ran of screaming 'Cecil! Cecil!!!!!! I WAS RIGHT!!!

I win!!!!!'

I got off the chair I'd been standing on, the tinsel firmly attached to the ceiling, and Dragon and I went to get some tree decorations. 'So is all of that true?'

He winked. 'I couldn't possibly tell you, dear friend, Santa Oath of Secrecy you know.'

He winked again and I started laughing.

Healthbar came to join us hang stuff on the tree, but halfway through we could hear a rumble in the distance, getting closer all the time.

'What do you think' I asked, as we looked to the door expectantly 'Earthquake?'

'Wild bulls?' guessed Healthbar'

'"It sounds like a bulldozer merged with an ice cream truck' yelled Don as the noise increased, and came close enough to be recognisable.

'Hang on' I was straining to hear the notes clearly amongst the sheer roar of volume, sure I couldn't be right 'It sounds more like....Slade.....'

A teenage boy swept into the base, singing at the top of his lungs and accompanied by a deafening wave of song.

'Does your granny always tell ya, that the old songs are the best, then she's up and rock and rolling with the reeeeeest:

SO HERE IT IS, MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY'S HAVING FUN. LOOK TO THE FUTURE NOW IT'S ONLY JUST BEGUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN-'

'Broadcast!!!!!!!' We yelled, half angry, half happy.

Doolittle poked him and he swung round to face her, the music emanating from him fading to background volume. 'Hi everybody! Too loud?'

'Just a tad' said Precog, wiggling his ear to try and get the ringing out of his ears.

I'll post this for now, and tell you about the eventful evening next.......

Healthbar's Tale

I don't really have a big story like Diffy, but Tempest wanted a bunch of us to take at turn at this, so I thought I'd give it a go.

Hi! I'm Healthbar, and before all of this I had a simple life. I went to college, I hung out with my friends WITHOUT villains or abilities disturbing us, and, I played video games. I was great. I was an expert, never giving up, always trying again and again until I won, never letting a game beat me, I always wished I had more health, my technique tended to be run in and think later. Tempest kept jazzing up my games for me when he got Technopathy, but playing against him was always too hard, how do you beat a guy with TP? CHEAT!!!!

Anyway................god I miss games. My playing quota is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down since this got so big. I got two hours to play yesterday, but we're kind of bust at the moment.

pffffffffffffft dum de dum...................what to write? Oh! I know! I guess I could tell you a little bit about when I first got my ability, nobody really knows what happened then, it might be easier to put on here:

OK, so, bad guy bursts in during lunch break and T beats him up and sends him running, we find out about it all, we get in on the whole abilities bit, yada yada, you know this part, it's in an earlier post. A day or so after the 'Power boost jab', just after we'd saved Diffy and his mum, and I'd got the hang of my healing power, I started to feel strange. I felt like there was fog in my mind, like something was filling my head, trying to get out. Then I woke up in the middle of the night, completely alert, and feeling myself compelled to go outside. I crept out in a dressing gown, into the street where VHS is, and caught myself on a bent nail as I went out the door (The renovations to the base weren't finished at that point) and I felt a pain in my arm. I saw the nail had cut it, just above the elbow, and a drop of blood was slowly working it's way out. I swore and continued. It was a clear night, and moonlight fell on my face. I felt the street filling with black smoke around me, and I could suddenly feel the moon's gravity. I knew about it of course, but just then I could feel it and knew exactly what effect the moon had on the earth. I could feel that the moon found me special, and was dragging me upwards. I slowly lifted into the air, and, very slowly, started towards the moon. I knew it was pulling me, that it's gravity had a greater effect on me, and that I wouldn't stop unless I did something. I was distracted by my arm, and I looked down to see the cut bleeding freely. I sensed the fog thickening, and saw a bit of it become a tendril that snaked out of the alley, and found a cyclist, heading home from some late night party (This was like, 2 in the morning, but you know what students are like). The smoke coiled round him, and he crashed his bike with a yell. I saw him start to choke and cough, at the same time feeling a slight tingle on my arm. I saw the cut heal itself, something I hadn't managed to do yet, and the smoke withdrew from the man, and he stumbled away, staring back at the fog and swearing, now looking like he had the flu or something. I was so shocked I managed to stop the moon's pull on me, almost by accident. I drifted slowly back down, landing with a slight bump, realising for the first time the full extent of my powers. I also had this sensation at the back of my mind, a sort of hunger, it started when the smoke had grabbed the cyclist, like a bloodlust but more than that. A tiny part of me LIKED that my power could cause pain. I hadn't noticed before, my power had brought it out, but a tiny part of my mind had woken up, and it liked my ability draining health. I was scared. I knew that without my power that part of me would sleep again, as if they needed each other. That part of me didn't exist without the ability. I knew how my power worked, and how the fog could shut things down. I turned it inwards, creating invisible barriers for myself to lock away the harmful potential of my power. I knew it would lock the more powerful solar too, it needed the lunar as balance so it would shut down aswell, but it had to be done. It made me forget most of what happened, with only a hazy idea that I had more than just healing. with my ability back at it's basics, I went back inside, now a bit confused as to what had made me go out in the first place.
I found Playwrite waiting at the top of the stairs.
'Couldn't sleep either?'
'On the contrary, I was having a lovely dream, I think I picked up part of Doolittle's at one point, this squirrel kept turning and talking french, but I woke up when you crept past my room thinking 'Moon, outside, Moon, outside.' really loudly, what was that about?'
' The moon..............no idea. Hmm.'
He looked at me 'No, you don't do you. That's.....odd. Oh well, sorry I asked, can't stop drifting into your heads and picking up stuff. I'll get the hang of it soon and leave you guys to your own thoughts. Night.'
And we both went off to our beds. I kept looking at the moon at night and wondering why it fascinated me so much, and then John went and broke the barriers by nearly killing me and brought the memory back, damn him. Only extreme pressure and pain could have done that. Still, hurt him pretty badly back, didn't I? He should know better than to take on VHS! Haha!

Wow, it WAS easier to put on here than say. Well, I'm sure Centaur will be along soon to do his. Bye!

Diffy's Tale

Me first me first!!!

Hello Peoples of Bloggy world! Hello! (Cept Damian, you gets no hello if yous reading this, me no like you! You big meanie! But if yous saying a big sorry then MAYBE I likes you again, but only maybe!)

Anyways, Hi! This is where I gets to tell you about a scary bit from ages ago that meant Tempest let in da team! YAY! I bet you was wondering why someone little like me gets to stay with them and was gived my spooks instead of being left with mummy and daddy, wernt you? Now I tell you!

Okey dokey, timey line stuff. About a week before this, Tempest did his trip to america and pineherst, and nicked all of them little tubes of black goop. Mister Arfur was all mad about that and sent some nasty peoples after him, but we get to them later, stop making me skip bits! OKey doke, So Tempest gave evryboby else da tubes, and they was getting all superpowery, but I not know any of dat at da time. First I learnded of any of this cool stuff, I was at home in me room. I was playing wiv toys, and there was a big bang on da front door. I heard mummy open it, and ask who it was.Amumbly man said somefing mumbly, and then mummy mentioned Tempest. (Cept his real name obvusly, but he made me promise not to put any of our names on here, so where my real name is said I gonna put Diffy (IS my real name now anyways, I likes it ) and where Tempest is mentioned I gonna put Tempest and so on for evryboby.) So, mummy says Tempests name and I wonders into the hall to listen.
'Yes, he's a good friend of ours and looks after Diffy for us quite often, takes him to the park and things, why?' said mummy.
'He's annoyed my boss, and we need a word with him.' said mumbly.
'Sorry, he's not here right now, what did he do?' said mummy.
'Took something from the boss that he wants back. Lots of somethings. Can I have a word with with Diffy? We need Tempest.' said mumbly.
'Well you've got him!' yelled Tempest, and I heard a crunchy noise as they landeded on da gravel. I made a big smile and called 'Tempest!'and started downstairs to see my friend. I heard mummy saying 'But, you were in a .....purple bubble....flying....' and then mumbly grabbed mummy and ran into the house. I went 'OI!' reeeeeeally loudly and ran down da stares, calling 'Let go of mummy!' and I went in da living room after dem. VHS was alredy in, and it was a stale mat. They was all glaring at mumble, and he was holding mummy in his arms, hugging her hard. Tempest was miserble and saying to mummy: 'I'm really sorry Mrs. Diffy, I tried to stop this from happening, I've spent most of the week hiding people I know, by getting rid of files, wiping databases, putting up protections, they must have seen yours before I got to it. I'm really sorry.'
'Explain later. Save Diffy.' said mummy, shes so awesome, I love her!
Mumbly said he not letting go until Tempest give back da tubes, but he say he cant because he useded some already and Arfur not deserve dem. Mumble says he sorry to heer dat, and dat me and mummy in trouble. I runs at him yelling, and he looks at me, and stamps his foot. A big tremble in de floor sends me backwoods, and I go crash into de wall. Mumble says he will kill mummy if we not be helpful, and he killed before and is fine wiv doing it. Tingle says he lying and Playrite says that he's being made to work for Arfur but he not want to. I gets up and sees Mumble looking unhappy and Healthy going sneeky sneeky sneek over to mummy. Precog says he finks he undystands and get out a bit of paper. He say dat Mumbly will be happy and shows him the paper. Mumbly crys out and grabs the pichure, droping mummy, but Healthy gets her and makes her better where she was hurt and covered in ouches. Precog and Platrite take mumbly outside and say we gonna get his dawter and wife back and Tempest starts to tell mummy whats hapning and why. Precog comes back in and says he know where mumblys famly are, and dat we can get dem back and hide mumbly.

So in de evening, when daddy gets home, Tempest and evryboby explanes to him aswell abowt it all, and say dat even thow he debleted ALL of our files, dey alredy knows abowt me, so maybee I shud go wiv dem and be safe. Dey not know about mummy and daddy, mumbly sed so, dey only fownd me, so dey safe and I can see dem wenever we likes, but I needs to be safe. Dey agrees, and takes to all de powers stuff kwite well, and help me try out new bits of my powers befor we leeve (Doolittle injectored me after mumbly left, evryboby, even mummy finked I shud have a power to protect me. Like I sed, mummy's awesome!)

Anyways, dat is how I becamed one of VHS. I hope you enjoyeded it!

One final fing, I bet yoos wondring how old I ATCHUALLY is, becos of my ritings an stuff. Well:
I NOT TELLING!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! He he! But I will giv yoo cloos:

I is under 8.
I rite like dis mostly cos I wantsd to, I was told to rite as I feel, and I feels like riting like dis!
I do spell a lot wrong, but I no like spellings, so dey gived up teaching me. I rite as I want, not wat people fink is rite, SO THERE. If you fink this is silly, I stiks my tung out at you!

Bye for now bloggy persons! I hope Tempest let me do mor postys soon, dis is fun!

Now I hands over to Healthy. Yay Healthy! Bye!

And now a word from our sponsors......

Well, our friends anyway..........

You've heard a bit about my origins, and how our Group was formed, you've read how Don became one of our group, but here are some stories that have not yet been told. There were a few incidents when the rest of VHS got there powers, and some tales of what lead our friends to be the heroes they are today. A lot happened after the fight between Linda's Ghost and Don's, and we're still sorting out, so you'll just have to wait to hear Don's fate (and others, you may have noticed someone left, and other things after last post have left a lot 'up in the air'). So, read the stories of our friends, and I'll post when I can about the fates of many lives................


You'll here from these people separately:

Diffy
Healthbar
Centaur
Cecil
Broadcast
Doolittle

Others may tell their tales, in time, but these are the ones waiting to do it now. I'll hand you over to them, and see you after the break!

Of Don and differences

Well, I suggest you read the most recent few posts on Cleo's blog to catch up on recent developments, or a lot of this won't make sense.

So, We were trying to help Omni, who we had rescued from the caverns of the Fates, and we were still attempting to break her out of the blue aura shell thing she was in. At the same time, we were trying to help Don, who was split in two, His spirit, the bit that was Don, was literally a spirit, and his body, which we had recently recaptured, but was being controlled by a polluted version of the formula and determined to kill us all, with the ability to make us use our powers against each other. Don had discovered that he could repossess his body, but we still hadn't managed to remove the formula, so he kept having a jekyll and hyde thing going on, with his body constantly changing control. In the end he had to come out again.
'It's not fair' he sulked as his body punched away at the table I'd pinned it to the wall with. 'I wish I could still hit things, but I just go straight through. What's the point in all my training if I can't touch people? My one strength in this group, gone.'
'You are a respected and important part of the team.' I tried to comfort him as Diffy wandered over. 'You've helped in more ways than fighting. That was quick thinking when you came along to greece and knew the fates couldn't see you.'
'I suppose'
'Aaaaaaaand' said Diffy, grinning up at the ghost 'You was very helpful wiv the teachings of all your kicky punchy foo stuff. I learnded loads and foughted off baddies using it, remember?'
'Meh, I'm glad SOMEONE's using my talent...'
CRUNCH
The table snapped in two and fell to the floor in a shower of splinters as Don's body hurtled across the room. There was a short fight of a couple of minutes where I was made to nearly flatten Healthbar with a rock, Precog drew nothing but our own deaths and Playwrite fought desperately to stop us from being knocked out by his power, and more perils than I can put here.It ended when Don leapt into his body, causing it to stumble and falter, and yelled 'I've got it, somebody do something!' and Doolittle sprang from a chair to crash a bucket over his head. They hit the floor at the same time, and Don shot out of his body as if pushed suddenly, and cried 'OOOOOW! Not that!'
It was at this time that we all found ourselves suddenly in a university or college in america, face to face with Cleo. She explained the situation and we made a forcefield round the group. I knew she could tell I wasn't quite happy, and explained, as the world whirled around us as time reset, about some of the theories I had read from fiction, sci-fi and some I had come up with myself about the dangers of time travel and paradoxes. It all basically happened as she says in her blogs, but she seemed confused when I mentioned the trip she had taken with us in search of immunity girl. She said she didn't remember, but she'd look into it. Anyway, as I say, she has the details of what happened, I have to tell you what happened when we got back. Cleo sent us back home, and we instantly noticed differences. Most of the signs of repaired walls and furniture were gone, as a lot of fights hadn't happened anymore and less repairs were needed. The bucket was back in the corner, with no bloodstain to show it had hit Don, (His body came with us, we explained to Cleo and I pointed out that whatever it might change it was probably better to keep Don out of the shift too, who knows how much of his time with us it might have erased, it was too complicated to have one person out of the loop) and the table was fixed as if it had never broken (Which of course, it hadn't) there was an email from Damian titled 'I need some advice from my friends' on the computer, and all the notes about Linda on my timeline had vanished. Precog ran for the door, but was interrupted by John entering. 'Well, you look like you've just been somewhere, I should have known you'd be to blame. Cleo had something to do with it too, according to my friend here, but we need your help sorting out a little problem.............'
Linda floated in, fully grown up as she was when Cleo first introduced us, but see-through, ghostlike, and fuming with rage. 'Look what has happened to me!' she screamed, and we all felt ourselves go stiff, unable to move. 'Cleo never knew about this power, and I sensed she hoped to alter my timeline, and I sought shelter with a friend, and just in time. I was partially protected from the shift, and whilst my body and my actions were stripped away, and I have been wiped from many, many years, this ability made sure that my spirit, and my memory, were kept very much alive. I know what has been done, I know what time should have been like, and I know who was there at my killing. Even as a ghost, I am far more powerful than any of you could possibly imagine. Prepare to pay for your sin!'
We all felt suddenly very cold, as if death itself were creeping into our bones. I saw Don staring at Linda, and a smile was appearing on his lips. 'Now her, HER I can hit!' he roared, and flew at Linda, punching her sqaurely in the jaw and sending her reeling. She snarled, and open her mouth to call someting, but Don simply said 'Please, enough of the angry rants, they are incredibly dull and eating into my fighting time, and I have a lot of catching up to do.' and flew at her again, this time landing a kick. We were released from her hold, and I heard the main door slam as I went to fight John, and saw a figure running up the alley through the glass front. I noticed a page from a book wedged in the door as I trapped John's attack in a forcefield, which I threw at him as the others joined in, forcing him to flee from the shop. I looked to the ceiling to see Linda firing transparent wisps of colour at Don, and causing deep burns on his clothes as they hit. He managed to dodge the next one, strike with a volley of blows, and then get thrown across the room. Linda smirked as she aimed to (kill? wipeout? eliminate?) and I saw Don ready himself, grit his teeth, and dive INTO Linda's ghost. he shot out the other side, hit her in the back of the head, and then gasp as he floated down to our level, exhausted. We thought it was over, until a blast from Linda made the table tremble and creak (it was not having a good night) 'That should have destroyed it, but I hope you realize I have enough strength to hurt your friends' Linda smiled, and froze Diffy and Tingle, her hands glowing as she watched Don carefully. He growled, called 'I'll stop you for good!' and then shot at her, and as she fired at the frozen two He collided with her, and I Forcefielded the blasts she had sent, but we were all thrown to the floor as a massive wave of power exploded from where the ghosts had been. Linda's energy cascaded over us as the building shook, and we clasped our hands over our heads.
When it was all over, we sat up slowly. I stared at the place where the ghosts had been. There was no sign of either of them. Don had vanished.