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.