Secret Agents Are Awesome (S.A.A.A)

Chapters

Prologue of File 1: One Bad Night
File 1 Ch 1: Dark Intentions
File 1 Ch 2: Taken Away
File 1 Ch 3: The Saviors
File 1 Ch 4: The Chase Part 1
File 1 Ch 4: The Chase Part 2
File 1 Ch 4: The Chase Part 3

Prologue of File 1: One Bad Night

Manehattan, the city that never sleeps. It was a similar copy to New York's Manhattan but this city had "cleaner" air, "modest" citizens and proper "security". It was the "perfect" place to live in.

Within this city, there is a little suburban area that harbors all different types of housing from Victorian-style duplexes to the newly constructed modern day buildings.

Among them was a light yellow two-story house that this story will focus on for inside is the main character, waiting to be active.

Inside the house, a little girl is seen all alone in her well-lit bedroom, playing with her teddy bear dolls with a bored expression.

She had dark blue hair with a light fuschia streak on the right side of her head, light yellow grey skin and wore light yellow pajamas with little blue and pink candy patterns.

Her name is Sara "Sweetie" Drops and this is her story.

10 years ago - Summer - July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 12:23 a.m- Raining

POV: Sara "Sweetie" Drops Age: 6 years old

Location: The Drops’ Family Residence, 47 Sweet Street, Manehattan Suburbs

It's so hot and boring.

I want to eat some cold ice cream right now but mommy and daddy would get really mad at me for eating dessert and they will ground me for two days.

Maybe if I jump on my bed like a trampoline, it might fast forward time and make me super excited when they do actually arrive here.

“Mommy and daddy are coming home today. Yay!” I screamed full of joy while jumping up and down my bed. “Mommy will read me a bedtime story and Daddy’s going to bring me hot chocolate. Right, Ms. Punch, Ms. Tools and Ms. Chance.”

I was talking to my “My Little Secret Agent” teddy bear dolls that my parents bought for me. I got Ms. Punch and Ms. Tools on my sixth birthday last week… before they left for their special job. I was so happy when they gave me my first doll, Ms.Chance at last Christmas, but I got really depressed when they disappeared at midnight for work and came back a week after New Years.

I wish they would have stayed longer for my birthday at least. My nanny's fun to be around but I just miss them.

“They said they were coming home this afternoon and it’s… 12:26 a.m. I want my bedtime story and hot cocoa. Now!” I yelled out as I impatiently waited for my parents. I jumped on my bed faster as I know that’s how to make time super fast.

My bed started making those horrible metal squeaking noises but I ignored it as I was too excited to see my parents. They said they were going to bring me presents from their trip that I didn't know they have taken.

I guess having secret agents for parents must mean little time for me to see them during the day and night. Super unfair.

But all I care right now was their arrival and see their faces. That's all that mattered.

“Ohhh, I hope I get another 'My Little Secret Agent' doll," I said as I grabbed Ms. Chance’s arms and twirled around with her as my expectations kept soaring higher and higher, as well as my bed jumping. “I might get Ms. Sneaky… Oh, maybe Ms. Beauty or Ms. Leader.”

I wanted to get all of the dolls but my parents say that I would become a spoiled brat if I always get what I want. I said “Nuh uh!” and they were like “We’re not gonna play your little game, Sara.”

I stopped hopping on my bed and lied down as I became really depressed when I began to remember our last conversation, that ended with an argument.

I hate it when they say my real name. This meant they were really mad at me, which scares me a lot, more than seeing monsters inside my closet or under my bed.

It’s so unfair! I want all the dolls, so I can have real friends. All the girls in my school have the entire doll collection and tease me for not having the complete set. If I had all of the dolls, maybe they will be my friends.

I stopped bouncing on my bed when I started to think about how I don’t have any friends, just because I don’t have all the dolls.

Mommy says that I should use my special candy-making talents that she taught me to give tasty sweets to the other kids. But Daddy says that they would only like me for my sweets, not me. He might have been right about that but I will never know.

I looked at all of my teddy bear dolls as I begin to worry about them.

By now, they should have used the telephone to call me to say that they were running a little late or something.

I approached my bedroom window, lay on my back and stared at our driveway to see if they are home.

“Where are they?”

2 Hours Ago

July 14 (Friday) - 10:48 p.m - Cloudy with a chance of rain

POV: The World (Earth) Age: Unspecified

Location: The "Badlands Desert", Manehattan/Canterlot City Highway

The air...

The harsh midnight air was dry and blazing hot as the Summer's heat envelopes the entire country, including Equis' undesired and hostile desert that many unfortunate souls have dubbed...

The Badlands

This rough and cruel sandy terrain was located at the far edge south-east of the country and cuts off at the perimeters of the Everfree Forest & Manehattan. It has existed after the first Nuclear power plant in Equis, the country where Canterlot city and Manehattan were located, caused an accidental explosion which somehow turned the once thriving green lands into a terrifying sandy physical representation of Hell itself.

That was ten years ago.

After years of decontamination, the desert was now safe to travel through the environment by vehicle but it is adviced by Equis' government officials and professional nuclear scientist that nobody must inhabit in the desert for there were still some radioactive residue deep or "Hot Spots" in the sand and might cause unknown side effects.

A few brave and stubborn individuals disobeyed that proposal and built their own small colonies near the desert's safe zone borders which were called "Cold Zones". The colonies consist of homeless who have nowhere else to live and sketchy individuals who commit felonious crimes in private.

Other than that the rest of the county's populace have taken advice seriously for it seems hopeless to live the desert safely.

But there was still a glimmering "hope" in this hellish terrain for the Badlands had one lone industrial skyscraper that was settled in the of the desert. This building funded by the "government" & "reliable shareholders", was called "Changeling Solutions Tower" and its sole purpose was to be a research facility for the nuclear scientists to find a solution to cleanse the nuclear fallout of the desert.

However, many people doubted that reason and have questioned the experts on how could the desert could have happened and the building's true mission. But they were either given complex science jargon that was hard to make any sense or those who searched for information about the area's unnatural transformation have mysteriously... disappeared.

As time went by, people began to accept the fact that this Desert was the aftereffect of the explosion and nothing else. But there is a group who refused to accept the lies that the innocent were provided.

This group is called Earth's Global Protection Agency or EGPA for short. They are an organization that safeguards every living thing on the planet from mysterious anomalies and dark forces.

Tonight, there was a formal dinner party at the skyscraper that all high-class individuals, such as celebrities, business moguls, and high ranked military leaders, were invited for unknown purposes, other than to "have a fun night".

The Agency was skeptical as to why a nuclear research facility would invite important figures to their "private" building to have sudden casual dinner as it would mean an extreme risk of having an intel leak on the research from the military executives, business magnates and most likely, foreign spies.

Their first response to this doubt was to send two experienced special field agents to infiltrate the area, gather any intel on the owners' motives to the invitation and recover the confidential research that the facilities are scheming behind the public eye.

It was going well and they assumed nobody speculated a thing. However, something went horribly wrong while they were obtaining the required data and the entire operation was compromised and the agents were in very hot water from the guards.

The agents had no choice but to escape the area with little data they could have gathered and currently on the run from their assaulters until they find a way out or The Agency send authorities or more agents to rescue them.

A battered black sports car is seen racing through the Desert's highway while being chased by other vehicles. The car is being shot at by black-suited individuals and clashing between the ramming cars and the road walls. They were about to arrive at Chrysalis Suspension Bridge.

Whoever designed the bridge must have bad taste, has a sinister imagination or an abstract architect for it had grotesque black and green spiny towers that resembled some sort of insect's exoskeleton, lining up on both sides of the bridge.

On each top of the tower, there are blue-tinted bridge lights were attached to the tip that shines the bridge's roads in an ominous and grim ambiance.

This bridge was the only path as it was connected straight to Manehattan. There was no other way unless they head towards the bottom of the bridge and follow the river leading to Canterlot City if they were THAT desperate enough to get away from the danger.

The driver of the car was a muscular man, he had dark cobalt blue short hair, light grey skin and blue eyes. He wore a tattered black suit and red tie, that looked like he had gotten out of an intense battlefield.

He was recklessly swerving through the endless rows of vehicles with bloodshot eyes and blood flowing out of his nose. The knuckles on both his hands were badly bruised and covered with his & other's blood. He and his wife fought a lot of men & women and managed to commandeer a vehicle to escape the skyscraper of death.

The passenger beside the man was a slightly younger woman; she had light fuschia long wavy hair, light yellow hair and violet eyes. Her attire consists a dark red backless dress and matching heel shoes, both of which were in the same conditions as her husband's clothes.

Her makeup was smeared all over her face and had a long visible slash mark on her left cheek that she got from a very sharp combat knife. It was still bleeding and had no proper bandage to stop the flow.

Both of the passengers were severely hurt, exhausted and have only one desire in their minds they want to fulfill no matter what happens to them; go home and see their daughter.

“Are they still trailing us?!” A woman stressfully yelled at her male partner as she rummages relentlessly through the back passenger's seat for any firearms and a communicator. Instead, she caught a bright yellow box with tiny candy symbols that had a big bow on top.

A single tear flowed out of her left eye as the sadness starts to take in when she saw the present. But she had to shake off her true emotions if she and her partner can ever survive this grueling ordeal they are currently in. She wiped off the tear and some of her mascara with her left hand.

The husband didn’t have time to look at his side-view mirrors to confirm his statement but the constant gunfire on their car was enough proof to be true. “They're still chasing us, Honey.” The husband replied back aloud. "Those persistent bastards!" He slammed his right fist on the top of the steering wheel. “Damn it, I promised Sweetie her hot chocolate tonight.”

“And I promised her a bedtime story.” The wife cried as they reminisce their memories of their daughter for what seems like their final time, but their moment was cut short for they were still in danger from their stubborn assailants.

“The Director should have known about this.” She hissed, angry at their leader for not giving them proper information on the operation they have taken. "She screwed us. That lying bitch."

“Don’t blame the Director.” The husband opposed to his wife’s irrational accusation. “The Agency didn’t know that the Mastermind was…”

The husband’s statement was cut abruptly short as their car took a final critical explosion from an RPG missile.

The back of the car was the first to get blown away, which caused it to burst into flames, fly in the air, perform a front flip and was crashed towards the bottom of the bridge. The seatbelts didn't help their situation as they can't get out of the car, began to flail around like lifeless dolls and damaging their already injured bodies.

The river had, unfortunately, no water at the bottom meaning the car continued to burn as it smashed down on the rough terrain.

The assailants stopped and got out of their cars to inspect their targets' status. To ensure that their victims are gone, they pulled out their guns & rocket launchers and proceeded to shot directly at the burning wreckage to ensure that nobody in the car will get away alive. After a few seconds of firing, they returned back into their vehicles and casually drove off back to their headquarters, The Tower.

This tragedy became even worse as the sky began...

To Rain.

Author's Note

Sara "Sweetie" Drops

Status: Alive

Current Emotion(s): Worried and Depressed

Advice For The Next Chapter: Be Prepared for the problems coming your way.

Hey guys, I just released the prologue because I can, but I'm not updating a new chapter every week like "Humans Are Awesome". Maybe in the future (next year future).

And as for the My Little Secret Agent (MLSA) teddy bear dolls, they are meant to be personifications of Bon Bon's future agent team and what their main roles are.

Ms. Chance- The Agent of Luck
Ms. Punch- The Agent of Defense
Ms. Tools- The Agent of Preparation
Ms. Beauty- The Agent of Persuasion
Ms. Sneaky- The Agent of Infiltration
Ms. Leader- The Leader of Secret 6

Thanks for reading this new edition.

Nightwatch the Rogue Out

File 1 Ch 1: Dark Intentions

Manehattan, the city that doesn't allow sleep, as the restless and gluttonous predators hunt the grounds for their innocent victims.

The rich and powerful have claimed this city as their " True Paradise" where they can indulge their deepest and amoral pleasures. But for the rest of the populace, it is an equal and nefarious version of Hell itself for it had horrifying malice, infectious madness and inescapable despair that lurk everywhere.

From the ominous sections of the city to the barren desert wastelands of the Badlands.

One of the Mastermind's deceitful branch companies, Changeling Solutions, monitors everything that moves in Manehattan and has kept numerous secrets that relate to the Badlands within the Tower, like a fortress, an observatory, and a laboratory. Concealed their true intentions through lies and slander on everyone, especially to their unsuspected low-rank employees and the government that funded them for over years.

Their reputation & influence has made itself and its "worthy & obedient" employees untouchable and used as a convincing facade to fool the Equis' trusting populace into believing that they are actually the saviors of the Badlands Desert and maybe to the entire world.

But in actuality, they are the main perpetrators on the nuclear fallout that provoked the desert's transformation, fabricated human experiments that violated every law of human morality, have a tight iron grip on the city's organized crimes by making connections, crooked bargains & schemes with all of the most wanted outlaws and corrupt individuals in the darkest corners of the world...

And they can manipulate the Manehattan's authorities by having eyes & ears on everything in the city for...

They own the Public Eye.

(Hours after the extermination of the Drops' couple)

July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 12:46 a.m - Heavy Rain

POV: The World (Earth) Age: Unspecified

Location: The "Public Eye" Surveillance Room, Changeling Solutions Towers,
Badlands Desert

Inside of the Tower were numerous rooms of undetermined purposes and one of them was a special one that was windowless, had only one small vent, dark green carpets, indoor air conditioning and many TV screens.

The screens have a desk with a single white computer keyboard, which acts as the main control panel for them and was attached to every wall of the room, excluding the one that had the exit door and three long black lockers.

This place was the "Public Eye"; Changeling Solution's surveillance room that observes every part of Manehattan. The room's TV screens were the only sources of artificial light in the room and displayed black & white videos of all types of human activities in real time such as endless crowds walking aimlessly around the city's footpaths or inside buildings and groups of families & friends gathered close together inside their homes.

The multiple screens kept flickering new visions of other various places & people every few minutes and only one pair of blue eyes were tracking each one.

A light green hair and grey skin woman is seen inside the room on her lonesome. She was sitting in a large luxury black leather office chair, her left leg crossed on her right knee and gritting her left thumb's fingernail with her sharp teeth to ease her irritation but did no effect whatsoever, other than snapping off the nail tip.

She was dressed in a black long sleeve ball gown dress. It appeared to have been shredded with holes & scratches. Her face was smudged with makeup, her hair is mangled as some strands spread out of place and got a swollen and noticeable bump on the back of her head. Her limbs and feet were covered with undetermined filth, cuts, and slightly fresh blood

And overall, she was pissed as hell.

Her appearance and mood were ill-natured because she was recently in an intense battle to the near death a few hours ago, against a certain woman in a red backless dress and a man in exquisite formal wear.

It was to the "near death" as she thought she needed the woman's living body for something experimental in the Tower. That idea was the biggest blunder she has ever committed, for the end result of the confrontation was most consequential to herself.

She misplaced her prized dark green high heel shoes, which were used as an improvised weapon by the woman.

Her precious combat knife was taken and used to knock her unconscious with a surprisingly strong hit at the back of her head by her opponent's male partner.

And most importantly, after she regained her senses, she felt ashamed as she failed to accomplish something that she could have easily handled if only her opponent didn't have assistance on the scene.

The humiliation she had experienced and her opponents' false win from the fight caused all of her immoral impulses, pettiness, and blinding fury in her unstable mind to be set on one path that she is will to achieve till everyone's bitter end. One thought that kept repeating inside her head with a deep abnormal voice, like a broken record played in slow motion.

Kill that bitch's loved ones in the most brutal, slowest and excruciating method as possible with my own two bloodlust hands.

Having her obedient employees eradicate the woman and her husband into nothingness from the car chase was not enough to satisfy her lust for vengeance as she didn't witness and performed the "pleasurable" deed herself.

The woman was examining every screen on all three walls to search for any signs of perpetrators' loved ones with a wrathful and alert glare. This type of behavior can only be compared to a starving predator looking for its marked prey.

But she was still unclear on where the loved ones were or what they look like. She sent one of her employees to find any intel on the location of the agents' shelter.

The room's door gently opened and a black-suited man with sunglasses and a dark green tie appeared on the scene. He had grey skin and dark indigo buzzcut hair.

The woman thought that her men already found where her enemy lives but it was just her employee bringing her tea. He was holding a silver metal tray that had a plate of baked biscuits and pearl white, expensive-looking, well crafted ceramic teacups, & teapot.

"M-mistress Christine, I've brought your 'special' herbal tea." He nervously stammered as he shivers, causing the tray and its contents emit irritating metal clanging noises. "T-to calm t-the nerves."

Christine, the currently-malicious grey hair woman, slowly swiveled her leather chair towards the ignorant man. Her movements were daunting on the unfortunate minion. His legs were desperately begging to shake as the anxiety from the room's threatening atmosphere and his boss was making his personality feel belittled entirely.

She took a deep breath and looks at the man directly into his eyes, which now was unreadable due to the dark and didn't have any signs of rage or any negative emotion.

"Servant, will you please listen to my request?" She asked in an elegant yet skeptical tone. It felt hypnotic to the man as each word that came out of the woman's mouth binds his mind into submission.

"Of course, I will, Misstress Christine." He answered her with no hesitation, confusion, fear or doubt. "And I will perform whatever deed you want me to fulfill in a heartbeat." He kneeled in front of his superior while still holding the metal tray.

"Then rise, underling." She smiled and used her right index finger to make a gesture for the man to rise up and approach to her. "And would you kindly step forward?"

"As you wish, Mistress." He foolishly replied with a relief grin on his face for he was entranced by the woman's alluring voice, as though he was being lured into dangerous territory by a mythical and beautiful siren.

As soon as he got towards the woman, she struck the silver metal tray from the man's hold with the back of her hand in an upward motion, shattering the plate and tea set into pieces in the process.

The man flinched back and tried to clean up the scattered pieces but his red necktie was grasped by the woman and they were staring into each other's eyes, which was unsettling for the man.

"How many times have I explicitly stated to you witless oafs that you have no privilege to call me by that name when we are in the Tower." She rigidly scolded the man with a superior attitude, asserting her dominance.

"I-I'm s..."

"Say my name clearly or you will be punished." She demanded as she let go of the man's necktie and push him back with great force. "Severely." That last word had slithered through of her gritted teeth.

"I'm..."

"You know what? I think this moment should feel special for me." She interrupted the man again. "Bow down on your knees for me again, descend that pathetic head of yours and then say it with a sincere apology from deep inside your heart."

The man did what his master instructed. "I humbly apologize for my poor choice of words and rude attitude..." He raised his head to look at the woman, even though it was not in the steps but the woman seems to not care about it.

"Misstress Chrysalis."

Some satisfaction was about to come back to Chrysalis from the man's words. However, it was quickly swept away when the door opened once again and another man came into the scene, this one had the same hair color as their leader.

"Misstress Chrysalis, I've found them." He loudly announced to the two people in the room. He looked exhausted and sweating all over for he went full speed to perform the search for information that their leader demanded.

"Then what are you waiting for? I don't have time to waste on your foolishness"

The man didn't reply but instead, he slowly approaches towards Chrysalis and hands her two files that contained a bunch of papers and photographs; one had the location of the agents' home and the other is the records of additional occupants in the building.

The woman snatches the files from the man's clutches. She flipped every page and her eyes moved frantically as she reads them at a lightfast pace and permanently stored every information she has obtained from the papers in her eidetic memory. After reading the files, all she could do was chuckle maniacally.

"I can't believe this." She said as she was befuddled at what she just seen in the files. "Colin and little Bon Bon had a little daughter and didn't have the balls to tell me."

She tosses the papers aside, opened one of the desk's drawers, took out a black box that had a glowing red button & small microphone and pressed the button on the surveillance room's main control panel. This was an intercom that activated every speaker and guards' radios within the Tower.

"I want every available guard to immediately deploy towards the enemies' home base." She growled through the speakers that made her voice booming everywhere in the Tower to notify every person of her demand. "The address is 47 Sweet Street in the Manehattan Suburbs and you are only looking for a little girl by the name of Sara Drops in that house. Bring this little bitch on a silver platter back to the Tower."

She had a realization that the Agency might have already been informed about their agents' current status and have made a move to protect & retrieve the little girl. Her scowl has reached the maximum level of anger and face stretching capacity. She turned off the intercom and looked at her subordinates. "And I'm coming with you to ensure that deed will be fulfilled."

Before her underlings in the room could get a word out of their mouths, she instantly got up, her chair dropped on the floor and she marched straight to the lockers.

She grabbed the sides of her dress' chest hole area with both her hands and ripped the clothing into two rags. This unexpected action has exposed her lacy black undergarments that barely concealed her voluptuous breasts and hips, her bare smooth grey skin, muscular hourglass figure and long legs in front of her minions.

The two men avert their sights by covering their eyes with their right hands, not due to being seduced by their leader's well-toned body & "assets" and preventing perverted thoughts from flowing through their minds.

But because they are "unworthy" to gaze upon at their leader's exposed appearance. That and they would be punished for their perversion towards their superior.

The sensual atmosphere that her half-nakedness has released in the room was short-lived as she swiftly snatched the required attire for the journey she and her minions will embark in an hour.

She mended her disheveled hair by tying it into a ponytail and put on new clean black suit, socks, shoes, sunglasses and white long sleeve shirt. She needs to look presentable for the special occasion.

Finally, one of her underlings was curious enough to ask a question. "Madam Chrysalis, are you sure you should accompany us to the target's home? We can just bring her..."

"No" She immediately opposed to the man's fruitless suggestion. "I want to wring the pathetic life out of that little girl myself."

Her body began to emit a dark green flame aura as her anger rose once again. It seeps hostility, which intimidated her hapless workers, as they instinctively retreated away in slow steps as to not get caught the attention of their relentless leader.

"I don't want your bumbling antics to mess up this opportunity." Her voice became deep and thunderous, which somehow echoed throughout the room and made everything and everyone vibrate in fear.

The TV screens trembled from the noise, began humming a high-pitch static noise and glowed brightly. The light expanded Chrysalis' shadow, distorting into new forms as it slowly seeps forward to the door like a creature made entirely of pure darkness was dragging its ephemeral body towards the men, which had full intention of murder like its physical counterpart.

Her skin shifted into an onyx black shade which was darker than her shadow, and her blue eye pupils glowed dark green and snake-like. Her entire body tensed up, which caused her blood veins to became visible and her muscle mass to double, increasing her strength, growing taller by a few inches every second, and her outfit & shoes were becoming tight as the conversion progress on.

She has become the real embodiment of a monster in both mind and body. This transformation and Chrysalis' manipulations & total dominance on her workers are one of the horrifying secrets that Changeling Solutions has succeeded through countless inhuman experiments and kept hidden inside the Tower.

This was not magic in any sense. This was made by this world's science but this was something more... dangerous and unstable.

She noticed her sudden body alteration after feeling comfortable with her clothing and noticing her men's frightened expressions on their faces. She quickly calmed herself down and regained her noble composure as it was embarrassing and unfeminine to appear like an uncivilized brute in front of her men.

"We are heading out to that bitch's home right now..." She ordered the men, who immediately proceeded to head towards the Tower's underground parking lot.

Chrysalis tapped a few words on the desk's keyboard and took a quick glance at the TV screen that showed a surveillance of Sara, who was lying on her bed alone and looking innocent & not expecting the danger she's going to face.

As the woman exited the Public Eye and proceeds to head towards the elevator, she let out a wicked chuckle, revealing her sharp white fangs. She was finally going to get her revenge on the Drops' couple, old friends that she once considered them as her brother and sister.

"I think it's time that I finally meet my niece."

Author's Note

Sara "Sweetie" Drops

Status: Alive (But unaware of her fate)

Current Emotion(s): Bored and Worried

Advice For The Next Chapter: Be Sneaky and watch out for irrational thoughts that might signal your demise.

Hey guys, what is up with the new update on the site, the leaks on the show and G5? Not complaining, just overwhelmed with the information burst.

Really need some more ideas and quotes/actions for the characters to say from you guys. Please put your ideas on the blog.

Some Ideas?

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.

File 1 Ch 2: Taken Away

Unfortunately, only a few people know what a Changeling exactly is.

Here's one fact about them.

They are a type of trolls who snatch away newborn children from their cribs to an unknown location and take the form of that child as a replacement to convince the parents that nothing happened or notice the difference.

However, that is not the case for Changeling Solutions, as they are a far worst version than the mythical beasts of the Old World. They have resorted to snatching or experimenting any living organism instead of only infants.

From Manehattan to the small Cold Spot settlements of the Badlands, they use every inhumane method in the ways of kidnapping large groups, with underhandedness or with full force. They don't to leave any substitutes but ensured that the "Taken's" presence was wiped completely from the digital world, present human knowledge and even in history.

The one true similarity between the mythical Changeling creatures and the organization Changeling Solutions is that they are planning something treacherous with their captive's lives and those around them.

If the citizens didn't live in a strong and bright shelter to shield themselves and their loved ones from the dangers of Manehattan and the deceptive organization who controls the areas, then the unsuspected victims are better off dead or they will face the risk of having to be taken away by the Changelings to the Badlands and vanish from the face of the planet like they never existed at all.

Resistance was futile for it is impossible to stop Changeling Solutions, the Mastermind's other groups and their continuous pursuits for power, wealth, control and something more.

There is the Agency but they have been struggling for years to fight back the malicious and chaotic waves that overwhelm the world while they were in the shadows, away from the public and the radar of the Mastermind.

After Sara's parents stole a bit of data from that organization that contained some of their private crimes, Changeling Solutions' private guards chased down the pair of agents to stop them from revealing everything about their true purpose and killing them in the most brutal way.

Gunning down & ramming their car, turning the vehicle into a burning pile of scrap metal, plunging the helpless couple at the bottom of a bridge and finishing whatever's left of the wreckage with a final gunfire shower.

Now the organization's "employees" and leader have their wicked sights and avaricious fangs on their perpetrators' daughter.

July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 1:46 a.m - Heavy Rain

POV: Sara "Sweetie" Drops Age: 6 years old

Location: The Drops’ Family Residence, 47 Sweet Street, Manehattan Suburbs

Where are they?

One hundred.

“Where are they?”

I whined to myself for the hundredth and one time. They're still not at home, I'm getting really sleepy, maybe?

I'm still lying down on my bed, feeling really, really bored and starving. I got tired of my stomach grumbling that I ate some of my homemade bonbons that I secretly hid Ms. Tools' heavy black jacket that had sewn in pouches.

I can't help it but be filled with happiness at some of the memories on bonbons. They're mine and my parents' favorite sweets and mommy's nickname. She was really grouchy whenever daddy or one of their friends call her that but it makes me giggle every time.

Mommy is going to be so mad while daddy would just laugh at me for hiding their favorite sweets in my dolls, eating them after dinner and staying up all night.

But who cares? It's been the weekends since... two hours ago and they are really late to fulfill my promise. So, I get the right to be annoyed at them as well. But if I said that to them directly, they would ground me for a week and NO DESSERTS after dinner.

I hugged my teddy bear agent really tight to activate her voice box. "I'm always prepared for everything." Ms. Tools and I gleefully said her catchphrase, I even mimicked her voice from the TV show.

I proceeded to hide the "incriminating evidence" by dumping the empty wrappers in her pouches and returned her back to our friends. I took my favorite doll, Ms. Chance out of my pile of dolls so that we can have a proper conversation. "Do you know where they are, Ms. Chance?" I asked her.

"No, Miss Sweetie Drops. I don't know where they are." She said to me in my cute doll voice impression.

Great, I lost count on "Where are they?" game. How many was it?

"Do you know how many time I've said where are they, Ms. Chance?"

"You were on a hundredth and one, Miss Sweetie Drops."

“Where are they?” Hundredth and two. “Where are…”

I stopped my senseless chantings when I finally saw the lights of a vehicle, shining from our driveway, it wasn’t Daddy’s red Ferrari car, which disappointed me at first but immediately got really suspicious at who would park near my house in the middle of the night.

It was a white van that had no interesting features, except for logos that say "Changelings Solutions Research Division" on both sides of the vehicle's doors. The "CSRD" letters were huge, dark green colors and were on the front top of Earth's emblem.

There were more of them coming near my house. I could see three more vans, parked on our front yard lawn. When the vehicles' doors opened, a bunch of people in black suits and sunglasses got out and head towards the front door. It's night time though, it makes no sense at all to wear sunglasses.

I heard the doorbell ringing downstairs; I bolted down the stairs and grabbed my height stool to reach up to the front door’s peephole. Mommy always told me to...

Owww!

But before I could look through the hole, the door opened with a great destructive force that knocked me back on the floor and in front of me were black-suited people, proceeded to go around the house at a fast pace.

They must be bad guys.

My horrified realization of the intruders' identities and their sudden actions have caused me to panic and run away when one of the people, a long dark green-haired and onyx black skin woman tried to snatch me.

"Come here, you little parasite." She hissed at me like a venomous snake trying to lunge towards its prey. I can sense her cold and murderous glare through her sunglasses.

Her wicked aura was really intimidating and might have stunned me if it weren't for the aching pain of my bottom, that was caused by the fall, to have helped me regain some awareness.

I quickly got up on my feet to get away from the old lady's clutches, navigated myself through the hallway as fast as I could, got into Daddy’s private office, locked every lock the door had behind me and barricade it by jamming a chair on the doorknob.

I could hear the loud muffled voices of the suit people, roaming they were roaming around the house and it seems they're tossing everything to find something.

“Come on, find the kid already.”

“We don’t have time for this.”

“They’ll be here soon."

"Hurry up, you dumbasses!”

"Can't I just kill the kid for you, Miss..."

"AHHHH!!!"

The voices began to reduce instantly when I heard a loud yell from one of the men, which was accompanied by multiple loud gunshots. Did they just kill one of their own?

They're real monsters.

I began to panic even more and was now in a frantic state, trying looking around Daddy’s office for a secret room he told me to go in case strangers broke into our house.

He said it was under… somewhere?

Under the rug? No.

Under the desk? No.

Under the... the...

I heard a loud bang on the door. It must have been the bad people, trying barging into daddy's office. I have to find the room now or I'm dead.

Daddy told me that the door is strong enough to survive from being run over by a car but I don't feel safe from that statement as the bad guys kept repeatedly crashing their bodies on to the door. I have to find the hidden entrance before they get in.

I grabbed more furniture to make stronger barricade on the door while continuing my search.

The only place I haven't explored yet was the wall bookshelves' bottom cabinets, the same hiding place I use whenever I play hide and seek with mommy and daddy. It was the perfect place to hide as it took my parents hours to find me.

It must be there.

I opened the middle drawer, tossed all of the books and saw a hatchway. I found it but it wasn't a secret room, it was more of a tiny hole that looked like it could barely hold me inside. It was all dusty and filled with cobwebs. I need to clean the mess before going inside but I didn't have enough time.

I got inside, grabbed a couple of books that I dumped earlier so that I can use them as the hatchway's cover, and closed the door behind me. I was lucky because as soon as I got in the secret hideaway, the black suit people broke the door.

I covered my mouth with both of my hands and my entire body began to sweat profusely that it soaked my favorite pajamas but I can't complain right now.

I have to keep quiet and stay still or the bad guys will catch me, which would make mommy and daddy worried about me and will do anything find where I was being taken.

Remember Mommy's stealth training and calming techniques. Have your heart remain calm & beating in slow patterns, take slow breaths through the nose and don't move your body until you hear a loud noise that might help conceal my movements. There were maybe more than she thought me but I can't seem to remember the last parts of the...

"There you are, you little bitch!"

My eyes widened in surprise as one of the bad guys, the same old lady who tried to snatch me, discovered my hiding with little effort.

I tried to escape from her again but this time she succeeded to stop as she... Ow ow ow, as she grasped her strong right hand on to my left wrist and placed her free one on to my mouth to prevent me from escaping again and calling out in distress for someone to save me.

But I bite her thumb. REALLY, REALLY HARD.

"AHHH!!!" The old lady yelled out loud as she let go of her grip on my wrist. "You fucking bitch brat!"

This was my chance. I immediately ran towards my front door, while I dodged the old lady's goons. Thank gods, for once I'm glad that I'm so short and nimble. My features had become a true difficulty to the minion as

I finally reached my front door. I took a deep breath to prepare the biggest shout I have ever done in my life.

"HELP ME? PLEASE! BAD GUYS ARE KIDNAPPING ME!" I screamed in desperation, while wildly flailed my limbs so that maybe my neighbors could hear or see me and call the police or the army.

My nanny lives right next to my house. I hope she can...

"Would you kindly grab that little bitch and shut her up!" I turned my head while continuing with my running and saw the green haired old lady was already on my front lawn, commanding her underlings. Why is she asking so politely? She makes no sense. I have to get away from her.

I returned my focus and sights on run... AHHH!!!

"I got her, Mistress." One of her cronies caught me while I was distracted by the old lady. He got me on a tight chokehold with his massive right arm while used his free one to grip both of my wrists. The air was becoming hard to grasp as the only way in was forced shut and I can't escape

"Good, my little minion." I can see her slowly walking towards me with her cronies follow her, side by side. She sounds like one of the bad guys in the movies and TV show.

"HELP M-" I tried to yell again but she covered my mouth again.

"No one's going to help you at all." She confidently told me, revealing her sharp, white teeth from her wicked smile. Her voice was wicked and had an icy cold shiver effect on my entire body. "I wish I could kill you right now..."

There was a few second pause. That last sentence made me tremble with fear and sadness. I feeling like I'm crying a pool of tears from my eyes and somewhere embarrassing. My pajamas are now ruined.

"Holy shit, I made you cry and piss all over your pants." She howled with a hyena-like mocking laughter. "This is fucking priceless. I wish your parents were still here because I want... no, I need them to see what has become of you."

This is usually the hero of the story or at least the authorities would come and rescue me from the bad guys. Where's my babysitter?

The old lady calmed down from her laughter and stared at one of her men from her right side. "Would you kindly bring her to the van?" She asked politely again.

But before one of her men could carry me towards the van, I somehow slipped out of his grip, tried to run but the old lady already caught on at what I'm doing. I immediately stopped my racks and redirected my remaining strength and sugar rush from the Bonbons on my right arm and fist.

I quickly turned around towards the old lady and punched her straight in her bottom jaw with all of my might.

OWWWW! My right hand!

More tears dropped out of my eyes from the extreme pain I'm feeling right now. In hindsight, a six-year girl uppercutting a husky-looking monster lady had a very little success rate of knocking her unconscious.

"Is that how you treat your favorite aunt?"

MY AUNT! What is she talking about? Is she crazy? What is... ACK! She placed both of hands on my neck and began to choke me.

"I'm not going to kill you." She spoke up with an ominous tone. "I'm just taking you to your... no, our new home."

I was gasping for air that I don't even care what she said to me. I tried to put some sort of resistance by using any part of my body but it was useless, she's too strong... AHH!

She stopped choking me and tossed me to the ground.

"I think you would more useful as my personal experiment slave than as a lifeless corpse." She explained to me. "Although, I do want to try my skills in taxidermy on a live and unsedated human, especially to..."

Her sentence was suddenly cut short when I heard multiple metal clang sounds and the guards moaning in pain behind the old lady. She turned around to the sound, only to be hit at the left side of her head with a hard swing from a metal baseball bat.

The wielder of the baseball bat was a girl with light pink short hair and light red skin. It was my fifteen-year-old nanny/babysitter, Big Sis Cheerilee. I know it was her for she was carrying her dark red duffel bag that has her three favorite smiling flower symbols attached.

I'm so happy to see her and that she's rescued me from the bad guys. "Oh my god, Sweetie." She said to me, full of worry. But her attention was then directed to the old lady that she just knocked out. Her face had a shocked expression when she saw the lady's appearance. "What the fu- Ahem! We don't have time to sit here, Sweetie." She grabbed my right hand and pulled me up.

We then ran away from the old lady and her henchman and towards one of their white vans. On the driver seat, there was a slick dark orange short hair and light brown skin man. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a bright red bow tie. It was Uncle Joe.

"Hey ladies. Happy to see me." He said with a confident smile, which then switched to a shock one when he turned his sight on the bad guys. "Girls, get in the van. NOW!" He said in a terrified tone.

"SARA!" The old lady shouted my name. How can she get up so fast? Big Sis Cheerilee swung her bat really hard on the old lady's head. She should have been out cold for at least a few minutes.

The old lady seemed to be carrying a glass bottle that had a flame on the tip, a couple of her "friends" also had bottles in their hands. When did they get those?

"I'll get you soon, Sweetie." She roared in anger. "And I'll make sure you have nowhere left to hide from me."

What are they doing...

NOOOOO!!!

They tossed the flaming bottle at my house and now it's blazing with destructive flames.

"NONONO!" I shouted in protest to what I am witnessing right now.

I tried to run towards my home but Cheerilee was still holding on to my right hand. "Please Sweetie, we need you to calm down or you might do something irrational and get caught by Christine."

"She's in shock. She won't listen to you. We need to sedate her now, Cheryl." Uncle Joe informed Big Sis Cheerilee. "Do have the sedation syringe in your person?"

"Yes, but this formula's strong enough to knock out an adult for a few hours." She replied with worry. "I don't know what this will do to..."

"Just use it." Uncle Joe shouted. "We can't have her freaking out while we're being chased down. She might jump out of the van or worse."

"I understand, sir." She said as she used her free hand to rummage for something in her duffel bag. I can see her pull out a... NONONO, not a needle. I hate needles. I want to get away but I was losing a lot of energy that my body just gave up.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie." She apologized to me as she jabbed the needle on my right arm. "You need to sleep for a bit. You don't want to be wake during the trip." My entire body went limp in a flash as I begin to feel drowsy. Big Sis Cheerilee grabbed me and placed me on the passenger seat with a seatbelt on. "Safety first."

I looked at Uncle Joe, who was chuckling. "Believe me, Sara, it's going to be a bumpy ride." He told me as he started the van's engines. I want to say something but... I can't think properly and my body wouldn't respond to me anymore.

As I began to drift further and further into a forced sleep, a few questions swirled into my mind like a whirlwind of anxiety and fear going straight into the abyss that is my mind.

Who was that old monster lady and why did her and her bad guy minions came and destroyed my house? Where are Big Sis Cheerilee and Uncle Joe taking me? And more importantly...

Where's mommy and daddy?

I'm scared.

Author's Note

Sara "Sweetie" Drops

Status: Unconcious But Alive

Current Emotion(s): Fear and Worried

Advice For The Next Chapter: Be Defensive and Punch your own emotions into submission before they hurt you severely

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Hey guys,

Happy New Year!

I think that's all I got to say.

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.

File 1 Ch 3: The Saviors

On the left side of the Drops' Family Residential Home, there was a neighboring bright pink house that had only two residence inside.

One of these occupants was an adolescent girl with light pink short hair and light red skin. She was currently inside her bedroom; after an exhausting day at her school, she is sitting alone at her desk and grudgingly occupied with finishing her homework.

(A Few Minutes before The Chase)

"Ugh! Teachers fucking suck."

The light pink hair girl groaned, her tone of voice had a hint of boredom, annoyance, and exhaustion. She gritted her teeth and furiously scratched her short hair with the sharp nails of her right hand.

Her current appearance seems to be worse for wear. Her hair was mangled into a disordered state as some strands went astray on all directions, a whiff of bad sweat odor puffed out of her body and there were traces of fresh mud on her light red hoodie jacket and black & white sneaker shoes, which left smudges on her bedroom carpet and chair.

"I already have softball practice and student council meetings after school, do I have to do all this shit by tomorrow?" She complained to herself while she quickly scribbled down every single piece information from her already fatigued mind into her school work. "They must make everyone miserable on purpose. After this, I'm going..."

She paused her complaint as her conscious begins to drift away due to the exhaustion. She looks away from the pile of homework papers and towards her bedroom window.

She lets out a sad sigh. "After this, I'm going to become... ummm..." She hesitated on what she was going to say. "Huh? What do I want to be?"

She tilted her chair back, placed a pencil on top of her nose and put both her hands on the back of her head.

"Maybe, I could join sis as a professional wrestler... Ha!" She seriously thought to herself but ended up chuckling at the first career choice. "Wrestlings going to be dead in a couple of years. Who wants to see sweaty girls fight inside a square fighting area... excluding boxing but I don't want to fuck up my face every time I give my opponent a chance to punch me."

"Caretaker is also out of the question. I'm good at taking care of Sara but she's well taught and not much of a troublemaker, to begin with. I can't say the same thing for the other kids and I would spend most of my time in someone's house..."

The girl lay down the right side of her cheek on the desk and exhales an exhausted and frustrated sigh

"I like to take care of children but I have no idea how to take care of their tantrums and I don't want to spend my life at someone's home. Well, there's... no no no... I am not going to become a..."

Her moment of adolescent existential crisis was abruptly interrupted when her bedroom door fiercely opened wide and what came in was something unexpected. She expected to be her sister on the other side of the door. But as soon she turned her attention towards the door, she sees a light brown haired man in a black suit and red bow tie enter her bedroom.

"Mister Joe?" She calmly said, not shocked by the fact that an adult male came in her room unannounced. "Ummm... I mean, Welcome to my home, Sir. What are you..."

"Cheryl, we have a problem." He urgently stated to the teen, interrupting her question. He soon began to rummage around the girl's room, tossing items on the floor. "Where do you keep your Basic Kit and Assault Gear?"

"At my closet." The girl named Cheryl said, got out of her seat and pointed at a door beside her bed. "Is something the..."

"We are in some deep, deep shit now, Cheryl," Joe said in a panicked tone. He jolted when he suddenly realized what he just phrased in front of the fifteen-year-old girl. He paused his erratic progress and adjusted his red bow tie. "Pardon for my unnecessary and vulgar profanity, Miss Blossom." He politely apologized.

"Duly noted, Sir." The girl answered with the stoic and obedient attitude of a trained soldier. She stood up, straight up her legs together and performed a right-hand salute at the man.

"No need for any form of pleasantries, Miss Blossom," Joe responded to the girl's serious gesture of respect. "And just call me Joe."

Cheryl looked away from the older and her face blushed with embarrassment as he gave her a gentle and sincere smile that could make charm any adult woman... well, most of them.

"Ahem... What seems to be the problem, Mist...Ummm, Joe?" She awkwardly questioned.

"Oh umm..." Joe mumbled for he forgot his main objective on why he arrived at the girl's room. "Miss Blossom, I fear that the Drops family has been compromised."

Cheryl's jaw dropped and eyes widen when she heard the shocking news. Instead of asking him a question, she instinctively went straight to her window to check on her neighbor's home for she was worried for the little girl, who she thought was sound asleep but saw that she was looking out her window as well. The girl was about to call out her young neighbor to come to her house but lost that chance as she saw something that sent a chill up her spine.

"Ummm... Sir." The girl nervously informed the man. "I think they're here already."

"What do you..." The man named Joe tried to ask but was abruptly cut off when he saw what the girl. "... mean? Fuck."

Impending doom has befallen on the duo and the little girl next door as they notice a bunch of white vans that had a logos on both sides that say "Changeling Solutions Research Division" arrive on the scene. The vehicles parked around the front of the house and with a flash, all of the vans' doors opened and multiple people got out.

All of them wore black suits and a pair of sunglasses. They had unreadable expressions as if they were mindless and required to be controlled by someone with a higher rank. No one was fazed by the soaking wet rain but rather they just endured it and the freezing cold and waiting for something important.

Apart from the numerous people suits, the girl felt most disturbed when she saw the last one exit one of the vehicles. This one is different from the rest of the men and woman. This one was a long dark green hair and onyx black skin woman. The people stepped aside, formed a line towards the house front door, placed their right arm on their chest and bowed before the woman.

"She must be the leader..." Cheryl pondered while continuing to observe the peoples' activities. "Wait, is she..."

One of the minions got out of the group formation, opened an umbrella she was carrying and placed it on the woman to prevent the water from soaking her leader.

This subordinate seemed to be younger and has more color than the rest. She seemed out of place from the group and her presence was a mystery. She was a pale light pink skinned teenage girl who was about between the ages sixteen or eighteen. She had purple long swirling hair with light aquamarine highlights that differ exponentially from the other's grey, black or white buzzcut hairstyle and it outshines from the midnight shade and heavy rain shower, thanks to the streetlamps' light.

The woman looked at the girl, then at the umbrella and back to the girl.

"Why didn't you hold up the umbrella to me as soon as I got out." She scowled. "You dense fool. This detestable rain has soaked me."

"I-I'm s-sorry, Misstress Chrysalis." The girl stuttered, terrified that she angered her leader and master. "I was caught in the crowd before you arrived here..."

Unfortunately, the duo could only see their mouths move up and down, implying that they were saying something due to the noise of the heavy rain shower made was hard to interpret. Whatever it was, the girl seemed saddened by the woman's words and appeared to. Cheryl couldn't help but feel pity the girl for enduring the abuse that the woman was tossing at her way.

"I don't want to listen to any of your inadequate excuses, Glimmer."

To make the situation even worse, the woman snatched the umbrella from the girl's grasp and shoved the girl on the mud covered ground with her right hand.

"Slaves have no privilege to talk back to me without my permission, let alone forge excuses." She loudly hissed, looking down at the girl with revolted expression. Her body began to slowly morph into a hulking form."You should consider yourself lucky that I even bothered to remember your last name and I don't know... NOT FUCKING MURDER YOU WHERE YOU STAND RIGHT NOW!"

She raised her head and looked at all of her underlings.

"Nobody assists this piece of shit..." She sternly ordered them as point her left index finger at the fallen girl while a dark shadow somehow cast upon her head in the heavy rain night, only her lustrous dark green eyes could be seen. "...or you'll face the same fate as this imbecile and my gullible niece whom we will soon seize."

The duo both winced and disgusted by the woman's cruel actions towards the girl and just left her on the muddy ground without a single apology or asked her minions to help her up. The girl was left to pick herself up and wiped her tears from her eyes with her right muddy sleeve.

After that horrible act, Chrysalis slowly struts to the front door with her underlings behind her, eager to follow her every bidding. She had the graceful movements and body of a sensual model but she appeared to be emitting a slightly visible ominous aura that flows malice and wrath.

The girl finally notices who the woman was after a few seconds of observing her appearance.

"W-wait is that..." She was about to ask but she sees that the man nodded before she could continue.

"Yes, Miss Blossom," Joe confirmed the girl's suspicion on the woman. "That person that you have witnessed come out of that white van and senselessly abused that young girl is one of the Agency's most wanted genetics and nuclear weaponry terrorist, world's deadliest seductress..."

He exhaled a disheartened sigh. "And sadly, was once my greatest friend, Christine Change or what she refers to herself, Mistress Chrysalis. That name was the only intel about her that we have obtained after years of observing Changeling Solutions. She hides her presence and activities from the public very well and..."

"Mister Joe, we don't have time to talk about her background," Cheryl said, her voice sounded panicked. "We have to get over there and save Sweetie before they take her. You said you were looking for my supplies."

The man nodded. "Then let's go find them."

Joe got out of the windowsill and continued his scavenging around the girl's room with a panicked expression. Cheryl followed the man's actions as time is of the essence on her neighbor's wellbeing and the sinister group's intentions that will fall upon the little girl if they don't act immediately.

The duo tossed every object from the shelves, drawers and the closet into the middle of the room, forming a big hodgepodge of miscellaneous items in the process.

"Ahh! Here it is."

Joe and Cheryl simultaneously shouted as they found what they were drastically searching for.

The man seized a red box that had a white first aid cross. He opened the box and checked the contents. Inside were plaster, bandages, and gauzes in a variety of different sizes and shapes, bottles containing an assortment of chemical medicine, disposable sterile gloves, syringes and other medical supplies.

While the girl found a small olive green box with strange numbers and markings that resembled a military ammo box. She opened the box and inspected the contents. Inside was two onyx black .177 caliber pistol which had white letters engraved on the sides of the barrel that say "Colt Defender", two extra magazine clips, three small boxes of the pistol's ammo and a few of the weapons' accessories such as a flashlight and silencer.

"Okay, I got the Basic First Aid Kit and everything seems to be inside and up to date." He notified, relieved to see that none of the contents are missing or used. "Impressive display I've got to admit. Not single spot out of place or missing. Well done, Miss Blossom."

"Thank you, Mis... I mean, Joe." She stated, flushing by the compliment. She grabbed a dark crimson duffle bag from the bottom of the desk, dumped out the contents into the mess pile and placed both boxes inside. She pulled out one pistol and a magazine clip from the olive green box and then presents the said items to the man. "Here's yours, Joe."

"Oh crap, I forgot to bring mine. Many grateful thank yous, Miss Blossom." Joe sheepishly said, smacked his forehead with his left hand while grabbing the items with his free one, placing them on his suit's sewn in pockets. "Nonetheless, have you conducted the proper weapon maintenance on the Assault Gear equipment." He asked, unsure about the items they possess. "We can't have poorly repaired equipment ruin any chances of rescuing..."

"Yes, of course," Cheryl responded before the man could finish his statement. "I cleaned and polished them once a week. I even made close examinations, repair and replace any outdated parts. I hate sloppiness."

"Wow, you really are a prodigy." Joe praised, impressed by the girl's efficiency on her equipment. "I don't know why you haven't risen to the ranks of Senior so soon..."

"This isn't the time to talk about me, Joe. Sweetie's the top priority right now-"

KRSHHH!!!

The duo jolted when they heard a loud crashing noise of a wooden board being hit with great destructive force emit from the nearby house where the little girl was currently inside and a group of sinister looking people was on standby at the front entrance. The pair ran back to the windowsill to see what was going on.

The man and girl were shocked to see that the front door was rammed... no, was kicked in by the woman leader. She and her minions then proceeded to enter the house, some decided to stay behind and guard their vehicles which made it harder to sneak past them and get inside the house.

To add more surprise and difficulty to this situation, Cheryl saw her neighbor was on the ground with a stool beside her. It would appear that the little girl was misfortunate enough to be on the other side of the door and got caught in the impact of the scornful woman's powerful kick.

Another surge of panic burst throughout the pair's bodies as the situation became even more urgent when the Chrysalis attempted to snatch the little girl but barely escaped and ran further into the house.

"We'll have to improvise on saving her and escaping from them," Cheryl shouted, gritted her teeth as the desperation to save her young friend increasing by the second. "We have to over there now."

"On it." Joe agreed as he jumped out of the windowsill and landed safely on the moist grassy front lawn, which again seemed normal for the adolescent girl to witness. The heavy rain has soaked his custom tailored suit and caused his hair to turn into a ragged mess, covering his enraged scowl.

"She's gone too far now," Joe growled, gripping both of his fists harder that some blood began to drip on his left one. He takes out his new acquired pistol and used the butt of the weapon to knock out the first guard he approached. He then grabbed the unconscious body to a bush and hid her inside to prevent being noticed by others and alerting the leader.

"I should have put her down when I had the chance."

He looked at the Cheryl, gave her a thumbs up for good luck, he then proceeded to sneak towards the parked white vans and easily subdued the other guards by knocking them out without creating a loud noise, being noticed by guards beside them and inside the house. Although the heavy rain helped increased his chances, his skills as an agent proved that he can handle any dangerous situation with ease.

While the man was busy apprehending a van where Chrysalis came out of and formulating an escape plan, Cheryl seized her aluminum metal baseball bat that was on the right side of her desk, re-adjust her hold on her duffle bag and took one final glance outside through her window.

"We're coming, Sweetie.

Big Sis Cheerilee is on the case."

Author's Note

Sara "Sweetie" Drops

Status: Still Unconcious But Alive

Current Emotion(s): Unknown

Advice For The Next Chapter: Dear Saviours of Sara "Sweetie" Drops, take the Chance to land on straight to the lucky side or tragically fall into misfortune.

Hey guys,

Sorry for the lack of updates on January. Been very busy with everything.

Been researching on writing and reading other fics to improve my literature skills.

College pulled a dick move and gave me a bunch of assignments that is stressing me out.

Writing the next stories that connect to H.A.A. and S.A.A. These ones are about ninjas, cyborgs and more to come. There's also one for Anon-A-Miss's victims and other bullies.

Give me some suggestions to put on my stories.

Some Ideas?

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.

File 1 Ch 4: The Chase Part 1

Cheryl Blossom, also known as Cheerilee to her family and close friends. She has a twin sister named Cherie "Cherry" Blossom, who was the first to be born from them and has been titled by everyone as the older sister. Both of them were currently fifteen years old and their birthday was in the Spring season, which makes their nicknames more befitting.

She is vice president and valedictorian of her school's student council and main player in her community softball team. She volunteers to any community service that would come up in her neighborhood and she exclusively babysits her neighbor's little daughter.

She might appear to have a life of a regular yet highly skilled adolescent girl from the suburbs of Manehattan but within the layers of normalcy, there was a core of secrecy that she and her sister possess that they can't reveal to the world...

Even if their lives or those they have close relations with were on the line.

The twins were both Junior Level Agents of the Equis Greatest Protection Agency. She and her sister have entered the hidden world of the Agency when they were only ten years old at the time.

The Drops' couple were the ones who discovered them. The twins were adopted by these Agency's personnel as a form of Foster Care Programme that the couple has devised. The twins were also given their own homes to live in beside the couple.

The Blossom Twins owe their lives and consider the couple their second family. They devote their lives to exceeding everything they possess in mind, body, and spirit. They honed their bodies into peak physical form. Studied most of the information that the world they live in has contained. Trained and mastered ten forms of hand to hand combat and continuing to study more. Disciplined their soul through meditation and other forms of mind fortitude methods.

Unfortunately, these experiences and personal capabilities would be put her into a difficult trial; she was currently inside a white van with a man named Joe. Some might think this sentence would raise many red flags... and they are half-right. The girl is in danger but the man is as well. They were being bombarded with bullets and other assortments of weaponized projectiles, which were very distracting to the driver's navigation... and also was dangerous to his and his passengers' lives.

Nonetheless, Joe, Cheerilee and especially Sara must possess the greatest of luck if they are ever going to escape and survive the relentless assault from Chrysalis and her underlings of Changeling Solutions.

To obtain this marvelous trait, the world they lived in must ask them one important question that must be honestly responded and came from their mind, body, and soul. That question that will determine their survival, which is...

Are you ready?

Summer - July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 4:12 p.m - Heavy Rain and Bullets

POV: The World (Earth) Age: Unspecified

Location: Manehattan, Unspecified Location, Joe's Commandered Van

Gunfire...

The skies continue to shower its torrent of chilling water droplets upon the entire areas of Manehattan, including the slightly vacant roads.

It would have been a somewhat pleasant start of the day if it wasn’t the booming sounds of fired artilleries that a group of savage people was bombarding on a certain speeding vehicle that they were hunting.

The loud thunderous sounds of loud gunfire on the streets of Manehattan before the crack of dawn. Unsuspected bystanders moving their vehicles aside from the roads as one breakneck white van speeds through them while being assaulted by other vans. The windows, streetlamps, mailboxes and other inanimate objects were also caught in the hail of gunfire and innocent vehicle

Inside the pursued white van, Joe was on the driver's seat, who was maneuvering past the slow passing vehicles with great speed that would have broken the regulated speed limit of the roads, which should've also alerted the local authorities that were on the scene

Cheerilee was at the back of the vehicle; she was scavenging around the inside compartments of her crimson red duffle bag for something important.

"What are you doing exactly, Miss Blossom," Joe asked.

"I'm looking for my stupid cellular phone." She frustratingly responded, gritting her teeth as the turbulence of the van crashing into other obstacles made her search much more difficult.

"I thought you kids call it 'cellphones'. Joe corrected the girl then sighed. "Haaa... I can't believe I just said that." I'm still in my early twenties yet I already sound like an old man.

"Aha!" She exclaimed, happy to finally found her phone but that emotion was short lived as now she was struggling with pressing the buttons of her pink bulky rectangular-shaped phone.

"UGHHH!!! I hate these cellular phones." She screamed, infuriated that the innovative piece of communication technology was being unreliable in their time of need. "Okay, here we go. Nine... one... one... nine..."

Before she could enter the fifth number, the van suddenly took a sharp turn to the right and another one. It caused the passengers' bodies to flail around like ragdolls by the intense gravity. Joe and Sara were fortunate enough to have their seatbelts on and only felt a tug up from their seat.

"Fuck!" Joe yelled as he let go of the steering wheel for only a second before getting back and grasping the wheel tighter.

Unfortunately, that one second caused the van to swerve slightly to the left and crashing into some parked vehicles. The collision and the van not losing momentum scratched the vehicles' exterior and destroying every blind spot mirror.

He let out a relieved sigh as he regained control of the van and saw that the little girl in the front passenger seat was still unconscious, not experiencing the stressful moments of the drive.

"Phew! That was a close one." Joe said. He looked over his right shoulder to inspect his other passenger's condition. "Are you okay back there, Miss Blos-" He couldn't finish call out her name as he saw that the girl was lying down on the floor with her duffle bag on top.

Unfortunately for Cheryl, she didn't have a seatbelt and was standing inside the vehicle with only her right hand on Sara's seat. Her backside slammed to the left side of the van's interior metal walls... twice. Her duffle bag took most of the impact but the contents of the bag were heavy and bulky that it hit her back thrice; two from the body slams on the wall and the other was when she landed on the floor.

She could feel the sharp edges of the items piercing her back, her only protection from the hits was the thick layer of her hoodie which wasn't much. She received enough excruciating pain in her back that she temporarily couldn't breathe and knocked her out.

"Miss Blossom! Cheryl, are you okay!?" He asked, worried about his partner's current state. He could hear her pained moans and mutter something under her breath but no proper response. "Damn it!"

With his only partner temporarily out of commission, Joe has decided to find a secluded area to stop and inspect his passengers' condition. Due to his side's blind spot mirror destroyed, he had to slow down the van a bit and poked his head out of the door's window. He saw that their pursuers were nowhere in sight, meaning his maneuver worked.

There was a reason why their van took two sharp right turns. Due to the insane speed that their vehicle and their pursuers were advancing, Joe used that fact as an advantage and took a gamble when he saw an alleyway that was spacious enough for the van to pass through.

It would seem that luck was on the agent's side as he saw another alleyway, next two a local grocery store and a vacant building. The location seemed safe for their van to park in and conceal their presence, for a couple of minutes at best, from their bloodthirsty pursuers and their vicious leader.

Joe slowly reversed the van into the alleyway and parked it next to two identical ones, excluding their pursuers' logo. He turned off the headlights but kept the van's engine running in case they are spotted and need a quick getaway.

He placed her hands on top of his head and began to mess around with his hair by scratching really hard with his fingernails. The agent has been in numerous stressful operations over the years and handled every assignment with ease but the situation they are in right now was entirely different for he wasn't the main target of the malice and life-threatening danger.

He took a few long breaths to calm down his shaken nerves and adrenaline-filled body. He first looked at the passenger beside him, which made his heart sting in pain that hurt more than any injury he has sustained over the years.

Sara Drops, however, her parents kept insisting that everyone should call her Sweetie, will be completely disheartened and innocence shattered once she woke up to find that she and her parents will be hunted down for the rest of their lives by one of the most powerful and dangerous individuals in the entire world who was also once a very close friend of her parents.

"Damn it!"He frustratedly yelled while he slammed the van's radio with his right fist and suddenly...

Music started to play.

"Well, that's annoying."

He tried to turn off the noise but it would seem his abuse on the machine has damaged the buttons and disc eject function.

He rubbed his eyes and got out of his seat. He approached towards his knocked out partner, removed her duffle bag and grabbed the first aid. He smiled to see that Cheryl outfitted the first aid kit with every tool and medicine that would assist them in almost any dangerous situation. He took extra strength smelling salts, snapped the small tube and placed it near the girl's nostrils.

With one quick inhale, the girl jolted up and gasped for air. She touched the left side middle part of her torso and cried in pain.

"My ribs... ACK!" She groaned, tears flowing out as she tries to endure the pain and regained her composure by straightening her back. However, she also felt another stinging of pain on her spine. "AHHH! My back!"

"Shit," Joe anxiously said as there is already a casualty before they even encountered the enemy and begin a fight of their lives. "Miss Blossom, please remove your hoodie and lie down now."

The girl obeyed his order without hesitation. When she took off her hoodie, it is revealed that she was wearing a plain white tank top and a black sports bra was clearly seen as well. She used the removed clothing as a blanket against the van's cold and dirty metal surface.

The young man began putting on clean medical gloves and set up the medical supplies near the girl; a syringe, a bottle of military permitted morphine, a roll of bandages, disinfecting alcohol, and if the injury is serious and needs internal examining, a scalpel. With years of knowledge on advance military first aid on his side, he felt like he has a high possibility of successfully take care of his partner's injury. Although he hasn't used that information for some time and the trio was currently in a stressful sticky situation, Joe was a little rusty and just has hope for the best that he did the right procedures and not accidentally kill the girl.

"Miss Blossom, I need you to designate me where your injuries are exactly." He calmly informed his patient.

Cheryl pointed at the bottom of her left breast. The man carefully lifted the girl's shirt until it reaches below the sports bra and poked the spot where the injury is said to take place.

"AHHH!" The girl yelped in pain once again. She felt like multiple small knives were stabbing inside her chest.

"This isn't good. It appears some of the bones on the lower part of your ribs are either broken or dislocated. " He said with an anxious expression. "But I have to accurately determine which condition it is. And that means... I'm sorry to do this, Miss Blossom but I'm going to have to do a closer physical scan at that injury. You know what that means, right?"

Cheryl looked at her partner with a reassuring yet tired look on her face. "O-okay, I understand." She weakly groaned. "Do what you have to do then, Mister Joe."

The man grabbed a pencil from the duffle bag and placed it in between the girl's mouth. "You know the drill." He informed. "Bite hard on the pencil until the examination is done."

She gritted her teeth with the pencil and more tears came out as she prepares herself for the most painful experience.

"I wish I could give you the morphine or at least a sedative right now." He stated, paranoia growing by the second. "But I can't take risks on your body if you have internal bleeding and accidentally cause shock. That might lead you into a coma or worse..."

The girl spat the pencil to the floor. "JUST FIX MY FUCKING RIBS ALREADY!" She shouted in anger.

"Okay, okay." The man grabbed another pencil from the bag and placed it at the girl's mouth again.

Cheryl took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down. "I'm so... AHHHHH!" She was about to apologize to the man for her outburst but she screamed in agony as Joe press down his fingers on her injury. She bit down on the pencil as hard as her teeth while the man examined.

"Yup. Your ribs are dislocated and bruised as hell." He informed.

"Tell me first before you do that." She yelled.

He ignored the girl's complaint as he was busy pondering a plan on what to do next. He sighed and look at his patient. "Which means you can have the painkiller meds and rest a bit while I sneakily get us to headquarters."

"Please do." She said, relieved that at least she'll be a little numb from the pain.

"Although..." He sheepishly mumbled.

"What?" The girl asked, feeling worried.

"You understand we're in a difficult situation with Christine and her gun crazy goons, right?"

"Y-yeah." Her anxiety levels were rising slowly as she realized where this is going.

"And you know we're in this mess because Sara needs our help right now."

"We don't have time to rest, do we?" She said bluntly.

"Yeah..." He said. "And I need you to drive the van. I have to perform a last minute surgery to put back that rib of yours into place so you don't get distracted by the pain." He grabbed the scalpel and was about perform the surgery.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Cheryl took one deep breath and shouted...

"I'M READY"

Author's Note

Cheryl "Cheerilee" Blossom

Status: Dislocated her ribs

Current Emotion(s): Determined but in alot of pain

Advice For The Next Chapter: There is always Beauty at the end of every painful moment...

Hey guys,

Pardon for the late updates. Got really busy with personal life stuff.

I turned Chapter four into a two-parter for reasons that I can't explain.

That is all I've got to say.

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.

File 1 Ch 4: The Chase Part 2

[Warning: Personal Log Files of Joe [REDACTED] has been unofficially tampered recently by an unknown third party hacker and some information has been censored and/or scrubbed from the database.]

Joe [Redacted] was a twenty-four-year-old young adult man with promising future and a stable career path of both as a Rank [REDACTED] [REDACTED] Operative and a [REDACTED], connoisseur and proprietor.

Although his true identity is kept in secrecy from not to the general public but also to the other low ranking [REDACTED] operatives. He does acknowledge on his current civilian alias, Jonathan Donoghue.

His backstory is that he took up the career as a famous [REDACTED] and shop owner/entrepreneur at [REDACTED] in Griffonstone City. His [REDACTED]'s presence had been a beacon of hope for other [REDACTED] operative and the innocent in one of the most dangerous and crime-infested cities.

He accomplished this and many more impossible feats and attained a respectable status and careers in both his lives.

And it was all thanks to efforts and connections the [REDACTED] and especially to his life-long friends, the Drops couple, the Blossom Twins and [REDACTED].

[Caution: The next part of the entry has been left intact, however, be cautious about going further for there might be untold consequences if left unchecked]

Without them, he would've still been living homeless and weak under a cold, damp bridge... or the most likely probability, dead and quickly forgotten.

He owed them everything and will do anything to help them in any way, no matter how impossible or how damaging it would be to his life.

His devotion to fulfill his debts and determination to never giving up was put to the test when during a solo espionage operation at a certain private research facility, he found out the leader's identity and her plot to kidnap one of his friends' only daughter for unknown intentions.

With only the tools in his pockets and assistance from Cheryl Blossom, Joe will do whatever he can to save the girl and ensure that her pursuers will lose...

[Warning: An unknown cyber virus has been detected and has wiped out every information of this entry from the private servers.

[Error: Tracking systems on the virus have been disrupted.You only know once.

-C

Summer - July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 5:08 p.m - Heavy Rain

POV: The World (Earth) Age: Unspecified

Location: Manehattan, Unspecified Location, Joe's Commandered Van

A few short yet agonizing minutes of taking care of Cheryl Blossom's injuries.

After sewing close the incision he made on the girl's chest and cleaning the excess amount of blood off her body and the van's surface with a slightly oil-soaked rag, Joe finally handled the problem. Cheryl Blossom had a severe case of a dislocated rib. She required her ribs to be placed back through improvised surgery instead of letting the bruise heal on its own.

Unfortunately, since the trio are on the run from a sinister and bloodthirsty group, the option to head to any medical facility throughout Manehattan is out of the question due to a chance that there are undercover enemy spies and the only access to medical treatment for the girl is limited to only a military issue first aid, which doesn't have lot of supplies and was meant to stabilise wounds, not for performing complex surgery.

The trio was on borrowed time and Joe needed any assistance that he can if they can ever pull off an escape from the relentless organization that is Changeling Solutions. That meant he needed Cheryl's capabilities to increase their chances of survival and escape.

He stood up and carefully took a peek out the van's windows to detect if there were any patrolling scouts searching for their whereabouts. After twenty minutes of keen observation, Joe was certain enough that there were scouts hovering the around the streets. There were black suit people interrogating bystanders whose impatient attitudes and ruthless methods of extracting information made the bystanders wary, confused and fearing for their lives. A small percentage of people were lucky to have been left unharmed and forced to never discuss their encounter with anyone or they might suffer the consequences.

However, the other percentage was not so fortunate. All of them were citizens of the city's red light district who don't discuss anything with anyone, especially to the authorities. Due to the black suit's attire and behavior that closely resembles a government operative, the red districts refused to comply with them and suffered the consequences for being uncooperating.

Joe saw all of the red districts getting overwhelmed against the black suits through numbers and skills. They were drugged, had black bags placed on their heads and shoved at the back of the vans.

"Damn it." Joe bitterly muttered, looking away from the windshield and back to the unconscious girls. Sara was still out cold from the sedative and currently fidgeting in her sleep while Cheryl had half open eyes, wheezing and sweating profusely from the pains from her upper torso and morphine or whatever strong painkillers she consumed.

Cheryl was bare naked on the top torso, her only cover was Joe's black suit jacket. She felt delirious from the devastating hurricane of her emotions, tonight's experience, and painkillers.

"Bah wah?" mumbled as she slowly got up from the cold van floor. "Am I dead?" She asked herself, unaware that Joe was near her. She turned her head left and right, observing her surroundings with blurry eyesight and lack of bright lighting.

"Because I swear it looks like I'm at the back of a van and..." Her awareness jolted back up and further on when she realized what was currently going on.

"Sara!"

She quickly raised herself up but a sting of pain from her chest and weak condition halted her and dropping back

"Miss Blossom," Joe exclaimed with worry. He assisted her to rise up and placed in the girl in the only soft seat in the van; the driver's seat.

She coughed a lot until she choked on her blood filled saliva phlegm. Joe looked around to help her clear her throat but the only drinkable liquid he could find at a short notice was a half-full bottle of bourbon at the bottom of the driver's seat.

He grabbed the bottle yet he hesitated on whether he should let the underage girl drink the strong alcohol. He needed her in functional condition if they ever have a possibility of leaving the city.

"Here." He took a risky gamble with the devil as he gave the girl the bottle and helped her drink. She took a big gulp without knowing what the contents were. She should have been more precarious with that action as she convulsed even harder as she felt the burning sensation seething inside her.

"Wha- What the hell?" She dryly wheezed. The alcohol immediately fully awakened her and she wasn't happy with the how. "What the bloody burning pits of Hell did I swallowed just now?"

Joe decided to humor the girl as a way to lighten the grimacing mood. He chuckled and looked at the tag of the bottle while Cheryl rubbed her aching throat.

"Well, it isn't apple juice, that's for sure."

"Not funny." She said yet her weak chuckling seem to say other things. "Okay fine, it's a little funny."

"It is." Joe shook his head at his own joke but then turned his expression serious. "Excuse me, Miss Blossom. May I ask you something? If it isn't imposing too much."

"I think I already where this is going." She sighed at the incoming request from the adult male. "You want me to drive the van while you handle with our 'little problem', right?"

"I hope this request doesn't displease you, Miss Blossom." He said, feeling a little regretful that he is asking the injured girl for help, even though she wasn't in a stable condition. "I wanted you to rest from your injuries but I can't do this by myself. You understand, right?"

In response, Cheryl nodded, gripped tightly on the steering wheel and ignited the van's engines

"Yeah, don't worry." She reassured. She put back on her shirt and red hoodie jacket, not bothered that her 'bare assets' were displayed in front of her superior officer. "I'll get us out of here."

Even though she was fully... okay, half-awake and thinking she's prepared to help out, her delirious chemically-influenced mind seemed to have other plans in the works. Sadly, she was still at the age where she's a young teenager who has never experience the forbidden liquid ambrosia that is alcohol so it is taking a toll on her consciousness. The painkillers were not helping either.

"Thank you." He said, feeling grateful that he won't have to endure the ordeal alone. "I'll make sure that you girls won't get harmed by those... people as long as I'm here. I promise you that at least,"

"Thank you." She said. "By the way, where the hell are we going after we get out of Manehattan's borders?"

"No need to worry about that," Joe said with a half-reassuring tone. "I already contacted a special branch at Canterlot City to prepare the troops to protect us at the edge of the borders."

"Oh, that's good." She sighed in relief. "Alright, let's go." She shouted enthusiastically, as she slammed her right fist at her left hand, becoming extremely motivated with their escape. Unfortunately for her ailments, their effects can never stop her from exceeding her full potential to the breaking point if it is to rescue her young friend from Chrysalis' grasps and escaping Manehattan... She hoped it won't.

"By the way, Miss Blossom," Joe called out.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know how to properly shoot that gun with precise accuracy?" Joe questioned the adolescent girl, presenting a pistol in front of her. Making sure not taking his sight out of the road and their pursuers up front.

Cheerilee stared in befuddlement at her adult partner's oblivious knowledge on her expertise considering she had a respectable reputation in the Agency.

"Yes, when I was in Basic Training but I've never killed someone with it before." She replied, taking the weapon and concealing it in her pockets.

"So you've killed someone with a different method then?" Joe jokingly answered. Convincing the girl and himself that the situation wasn't too dire, though his anxious expression on his face said things otherwise.

"This is not the time to make jokes, Mr. Joe," She said, annoyed that the man was attempting to lighten up the mood.

"Well, you're in luck. You don't have to kill anything at all... I hope." Joe convinced his young companion, although feeling uncertain about the upcoming battle himself. "All you have to do is puncture any approaching vehicle's tires. You don't have to put a bullet through anyone... unless it is the only option."

Cheryl sighed, feeling already exhausted even before the escape plan has been initiated. She performed the basic inspection on the pistol to ensure it held maximum ammo capacity with an additional bullet on the chamber and also to see if has any possibilities of jamming during the shooting.

After she has determined that her weapon was on top condition, she turned the keys and starts the engines, which made a loud reeving noise that made her and the man jolt in surprise. She then gripped tightly on the wheel, switched gears, and had her foot on standby at the accelerator pedal.

Both of them said in unison.

"Okay, here we go."

As soon as they got out of the alleyway, all Hell broke loose into the streets of Manehattan in the form of multiple explosions from rocket launchers.

Author's Note

Joe [Redacted]

Status: Fatigue yet Happy to be alive

Current Emotion(s): Happy

Advice For The Next Chapter: There is always Beauty at the end of every painful moment... but sometimes that isn't a great thing to occur.

Hey guys,

Pardon for the really really late updates. Got really busy with personal life and stuff.

That is all I've got to say.

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.

File 1 Ch 4: The Chase Part 3

Christine Change had a... very unfortunate long life of abandonment, loss, betrayal, and neverending descent into madness, vengeance, and despair.

Abandoned with only her name intact and marked as an abomination against humanity as soon as she was born due to her weak and freakish physiques on her body. She was born with abnormalities such as light grey skin that had many incurable dry white patches all over her body and her hair was a repulsive dark green color that resembled seaweed from the deepest dark depths of the ocean.

From her early childhood at an unnamed orphanage in Manehattan, Christine has been constantly criticized and insulted from children and adults alike on a daily basis. She had to always sit in a corner, away from the public eye. No one would come anywhere near her vicinity, let alone cause any physical harm for they fear might be cursed with the same conditions that she possessed.

Her status as a cursed child, however, did not weaver her will at all and instead, strengthen her drive to pursue endless knowledge so that she can find a cure for her condition and finally obtain her long yearned desire; to be loved by someone.

During her Grade School years, she made fateful encounters that made her experience love. She met and befriended other orphans; Colin "Cough" Drops, Bonnibel "Bon-Bon" Delicious, Shiela "Shining" Glimmer and Joe (Surname not found). These four children all possessed individual untapped potential that the Agency foresaw and decided to recruit them into their cause against the illusive Organization.

Among these young children, Christine's supernatural knowledge and unquenchable thirst in exploring all fields of science and medicine. With the help of the Agency's infinite resources and connections, she had easily cured her condition and invented my innovative wonders that improve humanity's public peace and health. Items such as cellular phones and healing pods.

She turned down many commissions on creating weapons or exploiting her boundless genius to manipulate governments. She was considered to be the "Saint of Science and Medicine", free from her curse. She thought she was finally loved by all in the world's eyes, however, her gullible innocence would be her downfall.

One night in the area that would be later called the Badlands, one of her inventions, an improved and safer version of a nuclear reactor, had mysteriously caught a bug that drastically exceeding the processing power, which in turn, overheating the center power plant, Genesis.

Instead of relying on any experts at the Agency, Christine solely attempted to prevent the reactors' malfunction for she was the inventor of the device and knows everything about it.

However, her intervention only halted one reactor before an unknown source detonated the others, causing a half country-wide nuclear explosion. It was later discovered that the true culprit was a high-rank Agency hacker agent who was hired by Agency's corrupt officials for unknown reasons.

The Agency's corrupt former representatives have unanimously decided Christine would be their scapegoat on the incident to prevent investigators from discovering their involvement with the Organization, the reactors' explosion and the surrounding towns' demise.

The young made many desperate pleas that she was innocent and that she was trying to prevent the explosion. However, the countless angered voices of the public and corrupt's slander in the media had blocked her voice entirely and found guilty for all the crimes that happened that night.

Chained, isolated, and once again marked with the cursed name "Abomination", Christine had to serve numerous life sentences on her own. Even though her only childhood friends occasionally visited her and attempted to find evidence to clear her name, those weren't enough to barricade the daily assaults, torture, and death threats from the prisoners and workers. The woman could not endure these ordeals as she was not allowed to continue her pursuits on science and medicine and she had no friends behind bars, her only contact was the occasional insects that crawl out of the countless cracks everywhere.

After many years of meanless waiting for her freedom and endless abuse, the woman was soon consumed by madness and had an unquenchable thirst for blood and destruction to all, including her "useless" friends who stood still during her trial.

After killing everyone and escaping from prison, she rebuilt her once pacifistic company, Changeling Solutions, into a ruthless and sadistic research facility that exceeds beyond human experimentation and bio-weapons manufacturing. Also, after many self-experimentations, she has gained extraordinary powers that rival any country's military strength and rise through the ranks of the Organization, her former enemy turned (temporary) allies.

She drew her first blood from one of her former friends, Shiela Glimmer and her husband. She snatched the young Stacy "Starlight" Glimmer as to reform her into a loyal slave for the woman's pleasure.

She had taken the moniker, Chrysalis. A nickname she received from her one true love, Colin Drops, the husband of Bonnibel and the father of Sara, the daughter that she sacrifice everything as to make the young girl her next slave.

Cheryl pressed her foot down hard on the pedal and, from zero to a hundred miles per hour, the vehicle hastened out of the alleyway and was now on the slightly crowded roads of Manehattan. Cheryl found driving through the roads somewhat easy as the only vehicle obstacles were yellow taxis and brightly colored sedans; they encountered commercial trucks once or twice on every block they passed.

This, however, made the agents feel more at eased for it was unusual for the streets to have no traffic, no matter what time it was. This only meant that the Changeling Solutions' citywide manhunt for the young girl, Sara Drops, has become more aggressive to the point that they intimidated the civilians into heading back to their homes as so that there won't be any distractions for them to find her... and also eliminate the two fools who had the guts to hide her from their leader.

"Dammit! They've already set up blockades." Joe loudly stated, slamming his fist at the side on the metal wall.

The passengers saw a blockade that consists of black cars and white vans that had the logo of Changeling Solutions obstructing some of the roads, leaving only one or two routes open yet quite dangerous with patrol squads.

Cheryl wished that the scouts would not notice their presence, however, the vehicle they acquired had turned into a curse and its marks were the damages it sustained during Joe's evasion from their first pursuers. There were bullet holes, scratch marks from ramming other cars and black smoke clouds emitted from the engines.

Passengers from the rear of the cars poked their torsos out of the windows and pulled their artillery weapons; sub-machine guns and rocket launchers. The ones who had the machine guns began to shoot at their sole target, aiming for the tires although missing and hitting the interior.

The excessive firing caused Cheryl to swerve slightly off the road multiple times, almost colliding at the pavements and parked civilian vehicles. The young girl's hands trembled from the intense vibrations and her inebriated state that she almost loosens her grip on the wheel; only sheer determination was the only keeping her from doing the deed.

Joe, feeling like he had enough hiding behind the van, furiously kicked both of the vehicle's metal back doors, taking a basic gun shooting stance and began to aim at every patrol car's driver's foreheads with supernatural precision. Every shot was an unbelievable success; the enemy cars immediately swerved out of the road or crash against their allies. His opponents hesitated to even at the man as he exudes an intense killing intent aura that was suffocating to even be near him.

He panicked for a bit as he forgot that there were other passengers in the van. He turned for a second to inspect, only to sigh in relief as the seats were lined with bullet resistant material and most of the bullets pass through the already shattered windshield.

"M-must... not f-falter..." Cheryl weakly muttered that Joe can hear even though the loud background noise made it hard to depict her words.

The painkiller's effects making her drowsy and have blurry vision. Her heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of her body. Her head tilting side to side, experiencing heavy sensation on the top of her head. Her stomach churning as the burning feeling from the alcohol was ready to come back up.

Noticing his subordinate's current condition, Joe closed one door to use it as a barrier. He approached Cheryl's seat and inspect the driver's condition.

"Cheryl, just keep driving for about a few minutes more and we'll reach the borders." He said in a reassuring tone.

He took a glance at the route his subordinate was speeding through and saw that she was still conscious enough to know where to go. He returned to his previous role in eliminating the gunners. With quick lightning reflexes, he quickly reloaded his weapon and continued shooting without fail or his skills faltering.

A wild thought popped out in his mind.

"What happened-"

He made a fatal mistake of wondering why the men who wielded rocket launchers were not firing at them already. As soon as he finished that thought, wild tremors and numerous sounds of loud explosions quaked the entire roads of Manehattan. Joe finally understood why the gunners assaulted their vehicle directly. It was because they wanted to halt the van without damaging their main target, Sara.

He almost lost his footing when the tremors happened. He reached towards Cheryl's duffle bag to grab more ammo but was struck with a shocking disappointment when he saw that there was only one magazine clip left. He desperately scavenged for any stray bullets in the bag or any other artillery weapons that might be lying somewhere inside the van but to no avail.

"Goddammit. Goddammit. Goddammit." Joe furiously cursed as despair and fear that the girls would be harmed began to seep in. "Of all of the evil secret organization vans we had to hijack, we had to grab the one that doesn't even carry one single fucking piece of gun. Can you check the glove compartment, Miss Blossom?"

Without taking her drowsy eyes off the road, Cheryl's eyebrows furrowed and shouted.

"I'm kind of busy here, Joe." She swerves the wheel to the right. "Why don't you do it?"

Firing of the last rounds of his gun. "I'm also preoccupied with something." He loudly yelled before clipping his last magazine.

"I-I'll do it." A weak voice muttered which shocked Joe to his core.

The source of the voice was an awakened Sara Drops, who was currently rubbing her eyes and not noticing the extremely loud background noises of gunfire and car chases. She weakly attempted to open the glove box and slowly delivered a Magnum revolver to a shocked Joe.

"H-Here's y-your... metal thingie, Mister Penguin." The young girl softly stuttered, mistaking Joe's outfit as a penguin's coat.

Joe had no choice but to shrug off the girl's delirious state and quickly concealed the extra gun inside his coat pockets. He went to his door barrier and observe what's in front of him. He was taken by surprise when he saw that their pursuers have dispersed for some mysterious reason.

"What the?" He muttered, trying to memorize vehicle combat tactics but, due to mental exhaustion, came with nothing. He took this unexpected moment to take a rest. He sat down and grabbed nourishment from Cheryl's duffle bag.

"We're almost to the borders, Mister Joe." The young driver notified. Her driving seemed to have slightly improved since the enemy went out of sight and her condition getting better. "Just a few more miles until..."

BOOM!!!

The girl's words were abruptly cut off a set of heavy separate tremors that let out a thunderous booming noise, start car alarms, somehow escalated the heavy rain, and caused the concrete road quake as if everyone's fears have been manifested and are right now on a rampage as it seeks its helpless prey.

"Oh, now what!?" Cheryl moaned in irritation. Everything she's experiencing at this moment was like she's in Hell.

Her right leg was in total agony as it kept cramping and erratically shaking for she hasn't let go of the acceleration pedal even once. Her head was in constant delirium and headaches. Her eyes couldn't hold up as the drowsiness and other influences increases. Due to the strong effects of the alcohol, her insides felt like they were constantly on fire and being stabbed with thousand needles. Manehattan's "natural" city odors and heavy rain pass through the hole that used to have the windshield and splashed directly at her's and Sara's faces.

She wished to express her complaints on their current predicament but decided to save her remaining strength on focusing on the driving and make rational responses, all for her little friend's life... and also, the fear that she and everyone who was involved in the escape would encounter a fate worse than death if they were captured.

"Mister Joe, how's Sara holding up?"

"I-I'm fine, Big Sis Cheerilee." The little girl replied, her voice was weak and confused. She would have been frightened if it weren't for the sedatives dulling her consciousness.

"Sara!" Cheryl exclaimed, both shocked and terrified. She thought she had enough time to escape the horrifying assault and reach to the designated border before the little girl had a chance to wake up.

The young driver took a few seconds to look at her passenger, but unfortunately, it was enough time for enemies from the shadows to approach to her side and start barraging her with bullets. Her duty had reached near-impossible levels of difficulty.

Cheryl ducked down enough that she could still steer the wheel and see the road. She was relieved the girl was already slumped down that no bullets could hit her. She desperately grabbed her weapon out of her pocket, however, she had dropped it at the bottom of her seat.

"Dammit!" She cried out, not bothering to hear what Sara had muttered. She decided to ram the enemy's van and succeeded as she saw them swerve out of control and crash in front of a random shop. However, another one took their place and continued the assault. Her hands were too occupied and could not reach her weapon.

Joe, who noticed the girl's desperate attempt, took the gun and shot the enemy driver's head.

"We can't keep this up!" Cheryl shouted. "The van's going to give out any second now, we barely have anything to protect us, the scouts keep crawling out of nowhere and there are still those weird strong tremors. Maybe we should just-"

Joe punched the wall of the van, leaving a noticeable dent and no injuries on his fist whatsoever. "I know it's hopeless but we can't stop now. We're almost there. Just one or two more-"

Suddenly, the mysterious tremors grew stronger than ever and they felt that the origin of the quakes was quite close by. Joe and Cheryl thought in unison that it must have been other squadrons who were searching for their whereabouts and used the ruthless method of using rocket launchers to force their prey out of hiding.

However, their expectations were betrayed as they witnessed that all the enemy vehicles and its shooters were not the main cause but rather a dark hulking silhouette figure suddenly lunged out of nowhere and towards the top of their vehicle.

This figure appeared to be twenty feet tall with long dark green hair that seems to go down to its feet, large muscular physique that broke normal human standards, sharp claws that were used propel itself from building to building and finally, its big bulging snake-like eyes that pierce the souls of the innocent and inflict utter terror and hopelessness.

Although Cheryl could not feel it, Joe can sense an intense killing intent on this monstrous figure. He had a feeling that this... thing was no doubt the leader of the hunting packs of Changeling Solutions.

"Chrissy, what have you have done this time?" Joe weakly muttered and lowered his head as the figure slowly leaped them. He tried to aim at the creature's head for a quick kill but hesitated as he knew that he would make no sort of damage on the thing and couldn't risk wasting his remaining bullets. The next best thing he could think of was hope the van doesn't break down suddenly. He was surprised that their vehicle was even driving in one piece, let alone endure a heavy firing squad.

Their vehicle came to an abrupt halt when the creature's right hand grabbed the back top of the van and using its weight to hold it down.

"HOLY SHIT!" Joe was startled at what he just witnessed. "What the hell are you?"

There was no understandable response from the creature, only incoherent grunts, and heavy breathing. Cheryl was desperately stomping on the acceleration pedal but the creature's weight held on the van with little exertion.

"Ahem... You wanna go you... you... uhhh?" Joe took on a boxer's offensive stance as he quips face-to-face with the creature. He finally had a chance to take a clearer scan on the figure and he noticed some of its proportions resembled that of a mature woman with the addition of abnormal muscle growth and monstrous features.

"Well... Well... Well. I've finally caught you, little worms."

The creature opened its mouth and what came out was a distorted and deep woman's voice. Cheryl let go of the pedal and covered her ears as it was too much for her anxious nerves. Joe still took a determined stance but on the inside was as nervous as his partner. He faced many opponents in his lifetime but this was the first time he fought one who was thrice as big as him.

"I asked you a question. What the Hell are you?" She shouted.

The creature placed its free hand on its chest, near the heart. "Oh, that hurt me so much, Joey. I thought you had enough brain cells on that musclebrain of yours to recognize me."

It only took one more second to replay the creature's speech for him to notice what she meant.

"Wait, Christine. I know you've changed... a lot but what the hell." He said, flabbergasted as he finally reunited with his longtime friend after so many years.

"Yes, it has been an... experience to obtain this perfect body of mine but I loved the results it proves."

"Nevermind that. I know what you're trying to do. Please don't this. Colin and Bonnie are your friends." He yelled out, a single tear dripped out of his right eye.

"Friends?" She maniacally chuckled at the word. "You must be thinking of someone you used to know, you pathetic whelp." She clenched her right hand, her abnormally muscular muscles tightened that her veins became visible and were throbbing as her enraged blood flowed throughout her body.

"To her, she only sees you as nothing but a bunch of backstabbing traitors who ruined her life." She spoke about herself. "She waited for you to give her back her freedom but only say "we're trying our best" or "we found a reliable source but it might take months to obtain unbiased information". She prayed to the false gods for someone to rescue her but instead, she only found..." She slammed her left fist on the van's wall, creating a bigger dent than Joe's.

"ME!"

Chrysalis roared with such ferocity and strength that it rivals the king of the beast, the Lions.

"Besides, I wouldn't worry about that bastard Cough Drop and his little sweet whore of a wife anymore." She ominously stated. "I've already taken care of them."

After hearing her last sentence, something snapped inside Joe. He immediately understood what the insane woman was declaring. The fire inside his soul suddenly burst out and with it was his long-buried rage.

"You... FUCKING BITCH!" He roared. "I'm going to kill you."

"Oh, being defiant till the bitter end, eh?" She chuckled even louder. "I was going to take you back to my lab in one piece but I guess I'll just have to sew your limbs back after I'm done with you."

"Ha, bring it on, bitch." He determinedly announced to the monstrous woman. He needed to defeat her fast or they will be captured and taken to the villainess' lair. He raised both his weapons directly at the monster and let out a barrage of bullets everywhere on the monstrous woman until...

No ammo was remaining. Unfortunately, his weapon had no effect on the woman.

"Shit!" He cursed himself, repeatedly pulling the trigger but to no avail.

"Oh ho ho ho. Are you done?" Christine smugly said. "Because if so, I hope you'll like being my little guinea pig for a special project of mine. This one will..."

Joe fazed out the woman's speech for he felt like hope seemed to be lost and his and the other two girls' fates were set in stone by the monstrous woman. But then, that's when it hit him. He knew one signature sure kill move that was a sure win on defeating a heavyweight monster like Chrysalis. An old move that he learned a long time ago but practice it every day when this exact moment had arrived.

While the woman was busily monologing her schemes, he stood his ground, prepared a boxer's defensive stance, and started swaying his upper torso like a metronome, using his left leg to control the great amount of momentum that he is emitting.

Chrysalis tried to stop whatever Joe was trying to perform but her arms and legs were too occupied with holding on to the van that was struggling at ludicrous speed.

That's when it hit HER. In sound breaking speed, Joe's right fist bashed on the woman's lower jaw. This first act caused her grip to loosen and she could have sworn she's beginning to see plaid patterns passing through her. She tried to grab on the man, however, he wasn't finished with his final attack as he relentlessly swung his punches on the woman's jaw without a single thought or hesitation.

Each blow that delivered the man felt and hear like being hit by a full speed car for the dark obsidian skinned monster woman. She could take one hit directly to the face but not multiple times in a row. Her muscle and bones might have been more durable than steel but the amount blows and the force that Joe was putting on each punch were too much to handle.

With one final full strength right punch to her left cheek, Chrysalis got completely knocked out and let go of her grip on the van's sides. Her body flopped down on the middle of the streets but Cheryl didn't bother to stop as she saw enough movies to know not to stop or look back even if you think you beat/killed the monster.

"Where did you learn that move?" She asked while struggling to not laugh even louder in relief, She got curious and wanted to learn that technique more closely.

"Oh, that's called the Dempsey Roll." He answered, still out of breath. "An old famous boxing technique that I learned during my abroad training in America. A former boxing champion and Agency agent senior taught me..."

"Wait, could you hold that thought? I think I can see our cavalry at the edge of the borders." She happily declared, tears of relief flowing out as she saw a blockade of unmarked black vans and people who wore the same suits as Joe except it had more of a business suit trim and wore sunglass.

A woman with aurora colored hair and alabaster white complexion raised her right hand in front of the approaching vehicle with a stern expression. Behind her was a troop of suited individuals who were wielding bulky chrome-coated artillery weapons that appear way too science fiction to be real weapons.

"Halt." The woman pronounced. "We're the Earth's Global Protection Agency. Please vacate out of your... burning scrap heap and state your identities."

(One Hour Later- Warehouse 7- Canterlot City Docks)

After being cleared as the Agency's escort and a quick drive to Canterlot City's Docks, Cheryl, Joe and the slightly drowsy Sara have safely arrived at the secret location of Canterlot City's Agency headquarters. They had to drive their burning wreckage of a van for they could not waste a single second since Changeling Solutions were now on a countywide manhunt and departing from their vehicle would mean increasing the risk of being ambushed.

Cheryl slowly drove down an underground parking lot of a random warehouse while being forced to listen to Joe's life story.

"And that is why I'm called the world's greatest agent." He pointed out with a cocky grin while twirling his weapons with a carefree attitude.

"Haaa... Duly... fucking... noted... Sir" Cheerilee said, aggressively scowling at the show off male agent while wheezing out fatigue breaths due to the extreme stress, non-stop heart pounding, adrenaline rush and stabbing pain of her ribs that she experienced before, during, after and maybe even her life of The Chase.

She slams the front of her face on the steering wheel and her nose pressed a button, causing it to blare its horn out loud and echoing throughout the garage. She moaned and finally screamed out her thoughts to the world.

"Fuck it! I'm going to become a teacher!"

Author's Note

Christine "Chrysalis" Change

Status: Unknown

Current Emotion(s): Enraged

Advice For The Next Chapter: The first step of achieving true strength and clarity is to experience true pain and suffering.

Hey guys,

Pardon for the really really late updates. Got really busy with personal life and stuff. Gonna release new chapters in two weeks (Monday- Jan 17, 2019)

That is all I've got to say.

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.