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!!!

BOOM!!!

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.