If you worked at BBC or whatever, and you had to name the next Evil/Lightning Knight, what would you call them?

Knights:

Apart from Buzz.

Bolt. Could be Random's mechanical sidekick, or just a Knight. Multi functional!

Live Wire. Yes obvious. That's why I'm asking you.

Frizzle. The wacky scientist.

Evils:

Slide the giant snail. Sly for short. Kills the god guys by sliding over them and smothering themwith the mucus stuff.

Spam, but you already know about him.

Well? These are pretty hopeless, don't tell me you couldn't do better.

(Wrote by LightningFlash)

I was thinking of making an OC called WATTson as in WATTs of electricity. He was a lightning knight in training.

(Written by Areal Ravendark)

With a female partner called Elementa Sherlock! ("Elementary...")

(Written by Sarah Frost)

Some kid called Electronvolt. Because an electronvolt is a really small amount of voltage

(Written by Hyperpsychomaniac)

Cypher: a very twisted and cryptic queen of evil. She intends to have Random as her boytoy one day.

Snooper: A hacker and not very powerful on his own, He's best in the background, within range to use his powers to degrade programming without their notice till it's too late.

Fire Wall: One of the most powerful warriors programmed merely to protect a single person or object.

Trace Gateway: The hyperintelligent former head of the Lightning Knight order. His still living mind arranges the hypergates in which Lightning Knights travel. It is believed his last battle against Lord Fear enabled him to ascend to a higher plane, and is otherwise neutral.

Lady Akira:One of the few true aristrocrats left. Highly efficient and competent, she intends to discover exactly how the neural and crainial networks within mortals work, so she can be guaranteed her servants loyalty. She and the mortal Trudy have had a few faceoffs since Akira's unusual creation, and after the first skirmish has opted to study her, rather than destroy her. (Inspired by the song Black Black Heart by David Usher)

(Written by Lynxie)

The Black Widow: Leader of the Spider Sisterhood. The top half of her is humanoid, the bottom half of her is spider (eight legs, abdomen and all), but it's a secret she hides under a thick, black, old-style dress. She also wheres a widow's veil which might hide six extra eyes.

(Written by Areal Ravendark)

Name: Gold-Eye
Classification: Humanoid, with powers
Description: Caucasian features, long, dark, rather greasy hair, the obvious eye colour, and claws.
History: Born to a clan of desert travellers, he was a child when raiders attacked and narrowly escaped the massacre of his people with both his eyes deliberately blinded, though the later development of his powers means that he is able to "see", though probably not in quite the same way others do. He was forced to learn the skills of survival and fighting from an early age, and eventually fell in with a group of mercenaries. By general orientation he is evil, but he is fiercely loyal to those he regards as friends or employers. He's an elite fighter capable of using his claws with devastating effects.

(Written by Sarah Frost)

I had an idea for an evil a while ago that I’m planning to use in a Fanfic.
She’s sort of half virus, half lightning knight and can exist in the 6th dimension, and insidethe Internet. She’s able to take control of peoples minds in order to enter the real world. In my fanfic, she begins the story by being reduced to a mess of digital particales by a lightning Knight weapon and is scattered through the datastream, whereupn she finds her way into the net.
She takes control of the net and drains internet energy as her own. She’s severely power hungry, but I think it’s more of an instinct thing… she had to drain in as much energy as possible to keep her alive. She also HATES Lightning Knights, even though she was one. For some freaky reason I called her Adhira, which means Lightning in hindu but I kinda changed my mind on that since it sounds Mary-Sue-Devilleish.

(Written by Scarab Dynasty)

How's this for a new bunch of villains and heroes?

Rapid Shootout: A robotic crocodile with a giant bazooka for a head. He is a little bigger than Anvil. He had metal plates crafted all over his back and has several different types of guns all over his body. He can be very aggressive and when defeated by Ace, he goes berserk and fires off bullets in every direction. He morphs into the shooting gallery booth at the carnival.

Lancelot: A medieval knight in silver amour. He carries a lance which can fire out cosmic blasts. He is brave, daring and likes to talk about his love, the "Bearded Maiden". Lancelot's arch nemesis is Googler, but sometimes they are forced to work together, in order to defeat Ace Lightning. Lancelot morphs into the suit of armour in the haunted house.

Nebulous: A mysterious person in nothing more than a large black cloak. No has ever seen his face, except his glowing yellow eyes. Nebulous is heartless and has no good emotions, only anger, hatred and a lust for darkness. Nebulous can summon forth darkness and also manipulate shadows. Nebulous morphs into any shadow in the carnival.

Savashark: An enormous hammerhead shark with a pirate's accent. He can move on land, air and sea. His razor sharp fins and flippers can cut through anything and he can fire water blasts from his mouth. His tail can detach and be used as a ram. Savashark hates other sharks and viciously attacks anything that resembles one. Savashark morphs into the carnival's new log flume.

Poison Ivy: A monstrous fly catcher plant with legs. She can control vines and ivy and strangle enemies with them. She can also make dead trees come alive too. Poison Ivy's specialty is too poison her foes, like Ace Lightning, with thorns which will slowly send them back to the datastream. Poison Ivy is weak against electricity, cause it can cause fires, so she usually stays hidden. Poison Ivy morphs into the haunted tree outside the haunted house.

The Connector: The Connector was Rick's first attempt at being the Cyber Stalker, but was thrown away into the recycle bin (the computer one) after failing to respond the Rick's wishes. Connector is a muscular metal creature with many spikes around his body. The Connector battled against the Lightning Knights but lost when the Amulet absorbed his powers and the Lightning Knights destroyed his body. The Connector body floats around cyberspace, while his astral form lives in the carnival. Every time Lord Fear gains a new piece of the amulet, he uses it to summon a new villain and also restore a piece of Connector's body. When the Amulet is given to him, The Connector shall get his powers back, which allow him to take control of any person's mind and he also can control the elements: Earth, Fire, Wind and Water. He morphs into that metal cage thing with a megaphone, outside the haunted house.

Shockwave: A Lightning Knight, aged 40. Shockwave is strong and can create thunderstorms and can make lightning strike the ground wherever he chooses. Shockwave's childhood was not a good one. His father was a rapist and his mother died after she was slain by a group of vampires. The only family members he trusted were his cousin, Random Virus, and his grandad who gave him his most valuable possession, a bronze medallion he had been given after the Great War. Shockwave has a small battleship called the Lightning Falcon and fights with an electrical whip. However, soon Shockwave's future will be sealed...

Count Delusion: Count Delusion is Lady Illusion's brother. He is a very mysterious being and is rumoured to have been a magician not too long ago. Delusion's trademark is a trail of smoke and he can use this trademark to sneak away from his enemies, when they are overpowering him. Delusion can fire acids from his hands and the bottom of his boots contain special springs which allow him to leap up to high places. The only power he was born with, was his power to read a person's thoughts. Count Delusion morphs into a poster of a fortune teller at the carnival.

Stinger: Stinger is a scorpion-monkey hybrid. His tail can shoot poisonous barbs and he can leap up high ledges like a monkey. He has enchanced his tail which can now fire laserbeams. Stinger morphs into a plastic scorpion on the golf course at the carnival.

Molto: Molto is a female Lightning Knight. She is known for her ability to cover her body with a coat of white-hot molten lava. In this form, Molto can throw fireballs at her enemies and make nearby volcanoes erupt. Molto is weak in water and she likes to stay in hot areas.

Fic, warning for . . . weirdness.


“Ace?” Sparx slowly edged her way through the dark corridors of Nebulous’ fortress.

“Ace? Where are you?” She was growing worried in spite of herself. She and Ace had been separated over an hour ago, and this place was freaking her out.

“You look lost, Lightning Knight.”

Sparx jumped and drew her sword. The voice bounced and echoed off the walls, and Sparx slowly turned a full circle, her eyes searching the gloom.

The dust on the floor of a corridor to her left swirled and stirred, and a figure in a dark cloak seemed to float into view.

“Nebulous,” said Sparx, her voice too loud in the stillness. “Come to surrender?”

“Never to you.” The voice still echoed, though this time the reverberation was full of scorn.

Sparx didn't bother with fear as anger kicked in.

“Take this, creep!” Her sword fire had no effect on the figure, so she moved to impale him.

“I’d be careful, if I were you, little Knight.” Without moving, Nebulous stopped Sparx’ attack and pressed her against a wall. “You do know what they say about me?”

Sparx didn’t see him approach her, but he suddenly filled her field of vision, swirling darkness and powerful yellow eyes held almost against her own.

“That I lust for darkness.”

The sleave of his cloak moved, more swirling emptiness reaching for her face, brushing against it and sending shivers down her spine.

“Anything can be dark, if I want it to be.”

“Not me.” Sparx’ voice was dry, not helping her show of false bravado. “Not me,” she said it again, to reassure herself.

“I only ever speak the truth. Lies are merciful to those who don’t want to hear what’s real.”

Sparx cut her answer short and gasped, the icy cold feeling of emptiness slowly climbing up her leg, seeping through the fabric of her jeans.

“But you doubt me, so now I must prove myself.”

More cold, bleeding it’s way through her turtleneck, stopped her original reply.

“Leave me alone!” She knew it was a whimper, and hated itself for it.

“Do you believe me?”

“Yes, yes!”

“No, you don’t. I master shadows. I am everywhere. I know how you think, little Knight.”

Master shadows . . . . shadows shadows!

Sparx, trapped though she was, still held her sword. She forced all her energy, all her focus into it, making it blaze with a fiery brilliance.

He was gone in an instant, the lord of shadows, and Sparx gasped a near sob. She stayed pressed to the wall, hre sword lit and clutched to her chest until Ace found her and led her out, into the sunlight.

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I love you, Rotgut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Written by LightningFlash)

The Connector:

Vague shapes and colours scattered themlseves through his broken up mind in vague polygons.

Other sensations were quick to follow, each one of them more vivid and agonizing than the last. Colour, strength, hatred, but most of all it's pain. The ugly twisted pain of a disgruntled virus raged through every fragment of his broken up body. He could scream but he has no form form with which to do so. Not a piece of him remained anymore, and that was how it had been for zoar knew how long. Nonetheless he watched them. Observing them from whenever and wherever he could.

He had watched the mortals from the astral form that wasn't worth calling his body, (his spirit, maybe? If those such as him could have them?) He had watched them play their rediculous games and ride their bizzare contraptions, and every encounter told him how pathetic this dimension he had become trapped in was. There was no purpose in it all. A world so bightly coloured, more so than the recycling bin had ever been, yet so immeasurably bland and unpurposeful.

Fun? Have they nothing better to do?

And he had watched the lightning knights as well. He had never imagined the they too, would become so like these mortals. So able to laugh and cry and feel, and he had felt all those feelings here. None of them were his own. All he had left were particles of energy and broken fragments of binary code, little more than oxygen in the air with a vaguely held together shape.

And he sees Kilobyte, his successor, the Better One for The task at Hand, were the exact words Rick used, if he recalled rightly. He feels sick with hatred.

and then he feels a shiver of energy race through him, the sensation of amulet piece clicking against amulet piece, gold against gold. Energy to energy as his partcles realign like the coming together of a broken jigsaw. He remembers the form he ocne had, thinks how much greater and superior it was in comparison to Kilobytes.

When his body is completed, then they shall see which is better.

(Written by Scarab Dynasty)

I have come up with two new good guy. I was running out of ideas, so I came up with this female and male character. The ideas actually came from one of my friends at school, who lent them to me, so I thank him.

Floaty: A cute round white cloud creature from the Cloudy Hills of Dimension Three. She became a heroine after she saved the citizens from Lord Fear. Eeven though Floaty is eight inches tall, she is an extremely skilled fighter.

She has the ability to literally swallow her enemies and then spits them out as frozen ice blocks. Floaty's small size allows her to dodge most attacks, but her light weight allows enemies to send her flying when they attack her. But her light weight allows her to puff up her body and return to land, no matter how far the distance she has been flung.

Floaty's trademark weapon is her wooden hammer. Despite the fact she has tiny arms, Floaty can swing her hammer so fast, she can send her foes into orbit! Floaty also attacks by swapping her hammer for a sword which has lethal slashing attacks. Floaty is also able to harden her light body and come crashing down on her opponents.

Floaty's arch enemy is Dirty Rat (for unknown reasons) and her rival is another cloud creature, Warrior.


Warrior: Another cloud creature and Floaty's rival. He wears a large helmet and a cloak in combat, but when resting he is blue in colour. He wields his sword with dignity. Warrior first met Floaty when Lord Fear attacked the Cloudy Hills. Warrior insulted Floaty by saying she was too simple-minded and needed to strengthen up her battle skills. Warrior then changed his mind after Floaty defeated Anvil with her hammer and also saved him in the process.

Warrior has several other weapons including a crossbow, a axe and a pike. Warrior sometimes throws his cape off in battle, two reveal as set of bat wings which he can use to fly (duh!). Warrior and Floaty are rivals and have also helped eachother in certain events.

Warrior's major weakness is his constant worry that he is dishonoring his knightly role. He has almost been defeated by Lord Fear and almost killed!

What do you think, partners?

Assorted fics that I saved on my computer.

Sarah Frost:
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Makita took another sip of hot coffee as she glared at the figures on her screen. It was well past the time by which any sensible person would have gone to bed, but she had a rather difficult and time-consuming job to finish in her capacity as Technician, Second Class, of the Lightning Knights.

Of course, being a double agent tended to mean one did at least twice the amount of work.

Being a human double agent made it even harder, but at least she didn’t have to suffer the Change that came upon most native-borns who ventured out of Lord Fear’s domains, when powers would no longer function as they did in the only sorcerously-created country in the Sixth Dimension. And of course being human tended to make it easier to blend in, in most cases.

Makita tapped a few more keys listlessly. Technology was her life—she was good at it, good enough to use it as the skill which made her valuable, good enough to pass in the human domains—but this mundane work for Knight Command got on her nerves. It was so…human. She couldn’t help but compare the drab colours and plain surfaces of human-dominated Londres to the glittering world that was Lebon Mort, where powers were given full reign and the impossible became possible. The Knights wasted what powers they possessed on mere tech, when they could have become gods. They considered the different freakish, even though some of their heroes were themselves by definition abnormal. Had she been fortunate enough to have been born gifted, Makita thought, she would have made far greater use of powers than this pathetic desire to eliminate uncontrolled sorcery.

And that was the true goal of the Knights, really: to tame and dominate, to prune powers back to a mortal level. To glorify the merely human, and destroy those who gained powers outside the norm. They claimed the Amulet of Zoar as their property; yet they had not a clue about its proper use, and as a result of their meddling the battleground had been transported to another world.

Makita looked up suddenly as she heard a tapping on her door, and jerked in surprise. The tapper knocked again, more insistently this time, and Makita stood up to open the door. It probably was not an innocent visitor—the hour was both too late and too early for that—but if she had been caught out as a double agent, then from the lights they would already know she was there, and to run would profit her nothing. She would face any doom loyally, then. Not that she had a choice—to be born in Lebon Mort meant to be born with loyalty to Lord Fear—but she preferred to think that she would have chosen the ideology either way.

The visitor was neither an innocent nor a Knight, and though she was wrapped in a dark cloak, her hands and face were green. Makita recognised her. Lady Illusion. It was occasionally suggested that the woman was merely a pretty ornament, but Makita knew something of her skills, and was surprised to see her, back from the other dimension by whatever means.

She didn’t look so powerful now though, but when she spoke she sounded confident enough.

“It’s Makita, isn’t it?” she said. “I won’t keep you long.”

“If you’re seen…” Makita didn’t finish the sentence. Many of Lebon Mort’s denizens would never be able to walk through a street in Londres.

“I wasn’t. And I’m capable of changing my form.” She walked over to the computer. “What do you have access to?”

“Some basic information on the Knights, what data they’ve gained on the other universe…” Makita quickly turned back to the computer and pressed a few keys.

She stared at the screen, scrolling down to skim through it. “That’s…interesting. Not much new here, though.”

“Do you have any new data on the other dimension?” Makita asked. “I can pass on a report if you’d like to make one here.” She was desperately curious, too, as to what was happening there; though she knew there were only three Knights there, the battles had still gone on surprisingly long, and the fate of her world was at stake.

“I don’t have the time.” The woman turned back to her. “Do you have any power sources?”

Makita shook her head. “I’m human. Sorry.”

“Well. Thank you.” Lady Illusion walked towards the door, but turned halfway. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention this encounter. I warn you, the politics could get sticky…”

Makita really didn’t understand the rationale, but nodded anyway. “Yes,” she said. “And…the battle?”

A twisted smile briefly crawled across the other woman’s features. “Nothing you need to be concerned about at present,” she said, and quickly walked back out into the night.

Once she was sure the green-skinned woman had blended into the night unseen, Makita carefully locked her door once again, and set back to work. Whatever was happening to her world, she needed to do her own duty if she wished the world to be changed.


LightningFlash--


‘Not a Knight, not really.’ she heard them say. Because she was different, because she didn’t use electricity to fry the enemy.

Who was the enemy, anyway? Everyone who was different from the Lightning Knight ideal? Everyone who wasn’t an innocent victim? Did that make her the enemy?

Molto wasn’t stupid. She knew that Knights were no better than anyone else, even if they liked to think so. She also knew they were idiots to believe that their ideals had made them what they were. They needed the different ones to make them strong. Blitz and Streak, Random Virus and Wired Ice and even Sparx. Yes, they were all different, less than perfect and better off for it, but less noticeably so than Molto could ever hope to be. With skin as black as ash, and a scalp that had lost all hope of ever growing hair under the layers of white-burning lava, she went naked, clothes only serving to burn away under the heat.

Her powers were what had gotten her accepted into the Academy in the first place, but they also seemed to stop her from becoming a Knight.

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“It's justice. That’s what everyone says, I know, but I truly want it.” Shockwave stared at his hands as he sat beside Sparx on one of the benches in the parklands surrounding the Thunder Tower.

“I wanted the justice that I couldn’t get at home. Not from my father, or for my mother, or even for me.”

“I think I know what you mean.” Sparx gave him a hesitant smile. “You and me, we’re a lot alike. Stubborn, opinionated, determined to get what we want.”

“Unable to forget.”

“That, too.”

“In case we lose that drive that makes us who we are.”

“We could always find a new one,” Sparx suggested. “If we ever decided to move on.”

“But we can’t. Move on.”

“We can’t hold ourselves back, either. Because after a while, that gets boring.”

“Perhaps.”

“Well, I became a Knight for revenge, but I guess you could call that a different type of justice.” She shrugged. “So long as we do our job right, we might both get what we want.”

“I guess finishing this training run would be a good way of doing our job right.”

“It’s a start.”

The two trainees stood up and continued running down the track, back to their new home, and on to their future.


Sarah Frost
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The first one is set after first season, and it is a fragment of what would have been my first Acefic had I known about fanfiction at the time. The second one, unrelated, uses Luna Wolfsbane, property of Rotgut, and is probably AU and pre-first season gameverse. It IS rather rushed, but I got kinda carried away and wanted to finish it as soon as I could. So hopefully Luna isn’t too Sueish.

The vast building looks like an ancient fortress in design, but from the various people bustling about it and the shadings of its stone it is well-maintained. Something about it, though, seems to defy logic: the spires rising from it seem twisted in ways that could not possibly exist according to Earth physics, and garish flags decorated in old rune-designs fly from it. The smoke belching from various chimneys gives examples of nearly every colour in existence, gold, purple, and bright green.

This is the central stronghold of Lebon Mort, the magical world, and it does not run according to human ideas.

On the top of one of the towers, two people are apparently engaged in a fierce battle. One of them is a golden-eyed man, with viciously tipped claws rising from his knuckles; he is known only as Gold-Eye, and is a fierce warrior. The other, a green-skinned woman fighting with a dagger in each hand, was once his student, though she is now his equal.

She is younger and faster than he is, and gradually drives him back towards the edge of the tower, smiling at the exhilaration arising from the exercising of skill. He finally grins back, dropping his hands to his sides as she stops fighting as well.

“Not bad, lass,” he says. “Though I’m surprised you were back so soon…”

She shrugs, bending down to sheathe a dagger in her boot. “It was…complicated,” she says.

There’s a harsh laugh from behind them, and the woman turns to see a huge flying figure hovering, just as a throwing-knife whistles past her shoulder.

“Enjoy the holiday?” Nik says. The flying woman is an imposing figure, not just due to the vast wings; she is at least seven foot tall, with two large swords crossed over her shoulders and deeply tanned skin covered by scars and piercings. Nik is the only name she has ever given; it might have once been Nikolyevna or Nikides or even the more human Nicola, but that is firmly in a long-ago past. It is known, in Lebon Mort, that names have power, and those with power do not use birth-names, even if they possessed them in the first place.

“It wasn’t,” the green-skinned woman replies, ducking another whistling projectile from Nik.

The other woman laughs again, and plucks a throwing star from her outfit, but the geen-skinned woman disappears from sight, and Nik is unprepared for the smoke explosion that hits her from behind. She coughs as it hits her, and the green-skinned woman vaults down behind her.

“Good to see you too, Nik,” she says.

Nik laughs, genuinely. “You’d better be ready to get back into things, is all I’m going to say,” she says.

“We have something of a…diplomatic mission,” Gold-Eye says, leaning nonchalantly against the railing. “Reports of illicit vampires in the Greyforest, near Murkton.”

“When?” the green-skinned woman asks crisply. She knows Murkton is a small farming town just outside of Lebon Mort territory; there, they grow certain herbs that only flourish in the moist, dank environment of Greyforest.

“We leave in…”

The green-skinned woman suddenly materialises a sphere in her hand, and inside they see a plump red-faced man yelling.

“Demon attack. Central city. Teleporter. Get there now.”

“On our way,” the green-skinned woman says, disappearing in a flash of light. Nik lifts herself into the air, and Gold-Eye waits for a mage-flyer to make its way towards him before leaping on it and leaving.

It is business as usual in Lebon Mort, the sorcerous domains.

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(Story 2)

He wore a wolfskin as a cloak, its gray-furred head covering his own, and like a wolf he had yellowed teeth—presently parted in a vicious smile—and jagged claws extending from his knuckles.

“The curse of the Were is older than you know, my little shapeshifter,” he said to the woman chained in the corner, bound by a manacle around her ankle. “Older than even your lord would be able to remember.”

“I wouldn’t be certain about that,” she muttered. There was a bite mark on her cheek in the shape of a crescent moon, and it looked like she’d also been slashed by his claws; long cuts along her arms and torso still bled. “He’s powerful. You’re making a mistake.”

“You know nothing,” he said. “The Were’s curse is older than the most ancient legends you would know of. I am the last of my kind, hunted to extinction even by those who should become my allies. But because I am feeling generous—” he smiled, baring sharpish teeth—“and because you are powerful enough to suit my needs, I will release you.”

She looked up sharply. “Do go on,” she said. “Fascinating story.”

Rage crossed his face, and he suddenly struck at her with his claws. She tried to dodge, but he scored three neat lines across the bitten cheek, reopening the wound.

“Respect the power of the Were,” he said. “You are one of us, now.”

She raised a hand to her cheek gingerly. “I control my form. The form does not control me.”

“Night is falling, little shapeshifter. “ The Were laughed. “You will feel the touch of darkness on your skin, and it will change against your will, losing those pretty features of yours. You are pack now—my pack—and with your powers my cause will be established once and for all.” He bent down and tapped the chain around her ankle. “This will break once your flesh is forced into the Change,” he said. “It will be painful. As is flesh forced into unnatural shape, the instincts of a beast coming over you, the destruction of everything you thought was yourself…” He was leaning close to her now, face pressed into hers, and she could smell rotten meat on his breath.

“Please. Don’t breathe on me,” she managed weakly.

He laughed, but drew back anyway. “Do you have any idea of pack, little shapeshifter?”

She didn’t answer.

“I am what a human would call an alpha wolf…and you would be mine,” he said.

“As you said. I am a shapeshifter. This is just one more transfor…” She began with bravado, but stopped as the Were’s face suddenly sprouted fur, and he let out a howl. Out of the narrow, open trapdoor the sun slipped below the distant mountains, and darkness had fallen.

She barely had time to notice as she felt her flesh shift. She held up a hand in front of her face to see it become coated with fur, a sleek dark colour, and felt her bones twisting in a transformation far more painful than anything she had experienced with her powers. She thought she screamed—howled, more likely, a loud wail splitting the night—and felt the chain split and break as her foot changed shape on its own.

She was Were now, a beast of the night, and she hungered.

Two wolves stood in the middle of the cellar, a large grey male with eyes glowing an unearthly yellow, and a smaller black female. The male moved confidently towards the female, his expression what could only be described as a wolfish grin.

He was head of the Pack. She had to submit to him, and then they would run together to appease their bloodlust, preying on humans and powered alike, strong in powers and ability…

She tried to control the instincts that came with the form, tried to force the beast into submission. She’d changed into animals before, she was sure of it, though the memories were distant from her as the wolf took over her mind.

The male growled, and she knew this was when she should have yielded. Her muscles tensed, spasmed.

She let out another howl, and sprang at him.

He reacted in surprise for a second, falling back under her wild assault, then fought back, using his greater weight and strength, clawing and biting. Blood started to flow down her fur as she tried to fight back against the onslaught.

It was a battle of tooth and claw, two fierce prey animals struggling for dominance. She was howling as she attacked, high and piercing scream echoing through the cellar and beyond.

She tried to change shape, to use her powers—something in her remembered that this was not how she was supposed to attack—but it did not work; in the darkness creeping in, she could only be beast.

He would not force her to this and live.

She attacked as fiercely as she could, ignoring her wounds, and as a vague memory crossed her mind she used what intellect she still possessed to fight with her mind, to let his own strength betray him by dodging and yielding at just the right moment, to let him slam into the wall just when she could rise up and sink her teeth into his neck.

It was his turn to howl in pain as he felt her teeth sinking into his neck, and though he shook his body as hard as he could, pulling her into the air, he could not dislodge her. He felt the jaws change position slightly, and had he possessed a human mind he would have known that she was attempting to strike at the jugular vein. He felt her claws scraping along his flank too, leaving painful wounds in their wake. Blood surged from his body, slickly coating his fur, and the smell, coppery and arousing, hit his nostrils.

She clung on to him, ripping and tearing, knowing that she had to win, though she couldn’t quite remember why. She smelled his vulnerability on the air—he was weakened, though she was also—and knew beyond any doubt that a weak Were would be dead.

In one final attempt, he managed to fling her off him, and she hit the other end of the cellar wall with a loud crack.

She didn’t waste any time to get back into the fight, ignoring the sudden pain that had hit her. She dived at his throat, sharp teeth trying for a grip, and tore into it as he let out a final cry of pain.

She felt him Change, his mortally wounded body retreating to human, and she smelled death in the air as the gray-haired human lay stretched out before her, in blood that stained his wolfskin and pooled around him.

He was prey, and she was glad enough for the meal…

…But no, something in her said. She was not Were, she was Lady Illusion, she could not be Were, but must remain shapeshifter and loyal servant of Lebon Mort…

…The wolf howled as it turned from the corpse and ran out of the cellar into the darkness, searching the Greywoods for something that it could not name.

Silver kills the Were, the wolf tried to think as it ran through the forest, heedless of any sharp roots that pierced its feet. I am not the wolf but woman.

She had green skin which most had called freakish, pointed ears, fewer curves than one might want, slim body, changing shape…

She tried to concentrate on what she was, ignoring the wolf’s cry for blood.

“Lady Illusion!” she tried to scream, remembering the only name she possessed.

The wolf felt its body begin to shift again—it felt unnatural, a stabbing, grinding pain that twisted everything within her—and she felt herself Change again, returning to her natural shape, cuts breaking open once again as her body shifted.

The woman lifted a shaky hand to rest it against a tree, staring at it as if to properly visualise the shape in her mind. She felt she could barely stand, and the darkness compelled her to Change again.

Lady Illusion. I an not Were, but more than human, more than beast, I am shapeshifter and I control this…

It was then that the wolf scented prey.

--

Luna Wolfsbane ran through the Greyforest, tears running down her cheeks as she struggled to get away. She was wearing a light cotton dress, and in the darkness it was freezing cold; the dress had also snagged on some tree branches and ripped open, leaving her further exposed to the cold. She could not pause to fix this; she needed to get away. She had just seen her mother die, throat slashed through by her father’s hand, dying screaming and crying, after her father had found her in bed with another man. Luna’s father had turned then, with horribly blood-spattered hands, to see his daughter standing in the doorway, mute witness to his terrible crime, and he’d raised the dagger then, starting to run towards her. Luna had fled, frightened and shocked, racing out in the forest in a desperate attempt at escape.

She heard distant howling, which only made her run faster. She did not know the forest; the only possible way she could see out of her situation was to run faster, find some way out of the forest before it was too late.

Luna glimpsed a shadow in the distance, something humanish; she ran towards it, hoping that it would be someone who could help her.

It was a woman, she saw, green-skinned and strange-looking, her body showing signs of a recent struggle, gripping onto a tree branch as though it was the only thing that would save her.

“Go!” the woman called to her, the words almost a howl. “Leave now, you must fear the Were…”

The woman let out a genuine howl this time, and Luna could only watch in shock and horror as her body twisted into a wolf, a deadly creature with flame-gold eyes and teeth shining in the moonlight, racing towards Luna.

--

The prey was youngling, and female, the wolf could tell, hungry and desperate. She smelled of sweat and elderberry, her fear making her scent stronger. They would not make this one Pack, she was not strong, but she would be a good meal. The wolf raced towards the prey, slavering and howling.

--

Luna screamed as the wolf fell on her, claws and teeth sinking into her, and knew no more as her world turned to black.

--

No! Lady Illusion screamed, but she could do nothing.

The prey was brought down, ready to be destroyed, and the coppery taste of blood filled the air.

I do not eat, I do not feast like this… Lady Illusion tried to tell herself, trying to drag the wolf from the girl’s body.

This is not me! She howled into the sky, struggling to regain some sense of self as below her the girl lay bleeding.

Leave the prey, leave the girl, she told herself, restraining the wolf, starting on a run in a frantic drive to get out of there.

Fight it, run, go away from here, NOW!

The wolf ran desperately on, its form trying to shift, crying into the night.

--

The scent of blood gradually disappeared from the air, and the wolf began to think once more.

Must kill the Were, destroy this thing that has infected me it thought, and struggled to remember who it truly was.

She felt its bones shift again as she struggled to become herself again.

There was a small village to the north of here, Lady Illusion knew, silver is fatal to Weres, and she held that thought in her mind as she ran on, body attempting to Change back, green skin starting to appear under dark fur.

--

Haldron Thorsson was working into the night on a stirrup that needed to be fixed for Farmer Haraldson by tomorrow, and he stared in shock as the….the half-human creature ran in, bursting his barred door open. He pulled a large-sized axe from his wall to defend himself, but the creature did not attempt to attack him.

It seemed to concentrate, and shed dark fur for something more humanoid, a strange green-skinned woman, her body marred by a network of fresh wounds. Lebon Mort, Haldron thought. That was where all the strange folks came from; they were happy enough to trade with them, down here in Bleak Odinsheim, but they did not trust them.

Her eyes looked yellowish and desperate, and Haldron backed up a step.

“Silver!” she said, her voice sounding more like a growl. She rubbed her throat half absent-mindedly, and tried again. “Give me silver!”

With some effort, she produced a crystal ball from her left hand. Inside it were coins—they looked like a random assortment of human currency and the gold alloy that was used in Lebon Mort—and they fell to the floor as the crystal ball collapsed.

“I need silver,” she said. “Anything. Please. Now.”

She was wounded, but something in her stance suggested that she might spring for his throat at any moment. Haldron gingerly reached for the wall, where he’d hung the silver dagger he’d made for Gunther Lansheim’s sixteen-year, and took it down.

She leapt forward and seized it, gripping the blade with her hand. There was a crack in the door behind them, and she stared fiercely at the darkness outside.

A sizzling sound came from her hands, as though the dagger was burning them, and Haldron stared in shock.

“Not Were. Myself,” she muttered. ‘Nameless, named, illusion’s mistress, skeleton’s whore, shapeshifter unbound…”

She raced out of the door again, facing the darkness full on.

“I am not this!” she cried into the night sky, and Haldron was sure she wasn’t talking to him. He watched in disbelief as she raised the dagger to her face, still holding the blade, and cut into her cheek. She'd clearly bled heavily, more than anyone still standing should have lost, but she paid no heed.

“Not Were,” she said again. “I win.”

Her shoulders slumped, and it seemed as if a burden had been lifted from her. She turned with eyes no longer that yellow colour to face Haldron.

“I’ll…keep this, if you don’t mind,” she said, now holding the dagger limply by the hilt. It didn’t seem to be a question, though.

She gasped, and walked back in to lean against the doorframe, pain and exhaustion clearly hitting her.

“There is…there is a girl in the forest. North of here, I think. Badly wounded. I…”

She paused, and fell to the ground in a dead faint.

Haldron sighed. He had no quarrel with Lebon Mort in general and did not wish to start one, but she was clearly dangerous and quite possibly insane as well.

“Haldron, what was that?”

Gudrun, his wife, bustled out of their dwelling, staring at the woman on the ground. “I heard yelling. Haldron, what is going on?”

“She ran out of the forest and bought a dagger off me,” Haldron said. “Lebon Mort. Crazy goings-on there.”

Gudrun bent over the woman. “She’s badly hurt,” she said. “Reminds me of some of the old stories…”

“She also said there was a child north of here, hurt,” Haldron said. “You think she was telling the truth?”

“We can afford to take the chance, Haldron Thorsson,” Gudrun said firmly. “Go wake Heimlich and Brunhilde for a search party.” She bent down, and easily lifted the woman from the ground. “We of Bleak Odinsheim do not let strangers die on our doorsteps,” she said.

Haldron nodded, and ran inside to wake his children.

--

Luna opened her eyes, closed them again. She could hear wind whistling through the trees above her, and smelt something that made her hungry. There was pain, too, and she was bleeding. She tried not to think about anything, hoping that somehow she could make the pain go away, but it did not work, and, shivering slightly, she stood.

The ground seemed closer to her face than it should have been, and it took her several seconds to realise that she was standing on four legs instead of two.

She was Were, daughter of the pack, mortal no longer, and she who had once been Luna Wolfsbane howled at the moon.

--

“Tracks heading this way,” Brunhilde Thorsdaughter called, bending down with her torch in hand to look at the ground. “Running woman, not very heavy, bleeding.”

“Yes, that’d be her,” Heimlich said, shivering in the cold. “Hurry up.”

“Heading off north, towards the centre of the forest,” Brunhilde said. “Come on.”

Heimlich stared at his sister. “You know it is dangerous.”

“So we will find the girl as quickly as we can,” Brunhilde called, already heading off.

--

There was rustling in the distance, and Luna smelled man-scent.

She was wounded from the bites and scratches given by the other Pack-member; in a fight she would surely lose. Luna heard voices crying in the distance, and ran from them to hide away and lick her wounds.

--

“More blood here,” Gudrun said. “And…on the ground here. Someone was badly hurt. There was a body here.”

Heimlich looked around, frightened. “Then where is it?”

“There are animal tracks leading off,” Gudrun said.

Howls echoed around in the distance.

“Wolves. They were attacked by wolves.” Heimlich’s voice sounded very fragile. “The girl’s probably dead by now.”

More howls came from the night.

“We should go back,” Heimlich said. “There was a wolf attack, she’d be dead, look at all the blood here, we need to save ourselves. We can go back when it is daylight.”

--

Luna ran on. The human scent was long behind her, but the wolf felt the urge to leave, to flee the terror she had left behind her. The wounds were healing quickly, and she was no longer cold; her feet flying along the ground, she kept in her flight.

--

“I can’t find where the body would have been dragged off,” Gudrun said. She sighed, and straightened. “It is dark, and if the wolves catch up to us we will be dead. Come on, little brother.”

She turned back along the path they’d taken, and Heimlich followed her.

--

She woke in daylight, and realised that her wounds had been bandaged. Drawing on what energy she possessed, she knit the skin together around the cheek wound, deliberately making sure to prevent scarring.

Memories of the previous night’s events hit her, and she lifted her hands, remembering the burn scars she’d received from the silver. In the end, she’d managed to defeat the Were, but it had cost her a lot of pain.

And it had cost…

…The girl. The memory came too swiftly to mind, of tearing at a human girl’s flesh, blood filling her mouth. Lady Illusion recoiled at the sheer savagery of the incident. She’d killed many times before and not regretted it—she regarded it as an exercise of skill, and something she did not do without cause—but she had standards, and they did not include this.

“The…the girl?” she called, her voice weak and strained.

An older woman, short though muscular, bustled into the room.

“You Lebon Mort people heal fast,” she said. “I didn’t expect you to be awake yet.”

“Did you find her?”

“The girl you said was with you?”

Lady Illusion hesitated. “Yes. Did you find her?”

“Eaten by wolves, the poor thing,” the older woman said. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you did all you could to save her.”

“I…” She paused. “It was my responsibility.”

“These forests are dangerous. Rest now,” the older woman said briskly.

“Who are you?”

“Gudrun, of Thorsson Smithy,” she said. “And your name?”

“I lack one,” the green-skinned woman said, quietly but firmly. “Thank you.”

“You left more than enough coin on the floor of our smithy,” Gudrun said. “It’s us that should be thanking you, though we can return some of the money. We are not beggars.”

“No, that’s…not necessary.” The woman picked up the dagger that had been left next to the bed, turning it around in her hands. “Fine workmanship,” she said. “Again, thank you.”

--

Luna did not know what time her legs had retreated from under her thanks to exhaustion, but she knew she was human again, in pain, weakened, and shivering.

“Hello? Who are you?” she heard a female voice say. She opened her eyes a crack to see bright light above her—it was at least midday—and closed them in weakness. “How’d you get here?”

Luna thought she should have said something, but she was too tired to talk, and her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth.

She heard a beeping noise, and then the voice spoke again. “This is Red Phoenix to HQ, we need Emergency over here. Civilian, I don’t know how she got here, but she needs help.”

Luna felt a gloved hand gently stroke her shoulder. “What’s wrong with you?” the voice said. “Where’d you get those scars?”

Scars? Luna thought she remembered them as being full-on wounds. Wounds gashing blood…

She remembered her father, and pushed that to the back of her mind. She didn’t want to remember.

Luna opened her eyes, gradually becoming accustomed to the light. There was a young red-haired woman stooping over her, concern on her face. “Whatever happened to you, must’ve been nasty,” she said. “Don’t worry. Help is on the way.”

--

“And were you successful?”

Lady Illusion held the crystal ball in her hand, talking to the image of Lord Fear.

“The Were is dead, my lord,” she said. “He implied that he was the last of his Pack. No others, but one civilian casualty.”

He ignored the last statement. “Were you bitten?”

She picked up the dagger, holding the blade in her hand. She didn’t need to tell him what material it was.

Lord Fear nodded. “Excellent. I will require your presence here. How soon can you arrive?”

“I need to regain my powers. I do not think I could pull off a teleport.”

“I will give you a day, then,” he said. “Be there.”

He shut off the orb-communication, and Lady Illusion sighed, half in relief. She had managed to end the threat that the Were had proposed by his preying on Lebon Mort citizens, and defeated the curse—sizeable enough achievements, in their way—but the price this time had been too much.

--

“She’s not human,” the doctor said. “Probably an Evil.”

“I don’t think so,” Sparx said firmly. “Can I see her?”

“Whatever she is, she heals fast,” the doctor said. “I’ve sent her details onto the investigators. She could be dangerous.”

“I’m going to see her,” Sparx said firmly, and walked past him into the room.

--

They’d strapped the girl to the bed, but she seemed healthy enough, though there were scars across her chest and arms.

“You saved me, didn’t you?” the girl said. “I’m Luna. Luna…just Luna. I don’t have parents.”

“Sparx,” Sparx said, and let a smile creep across her face. “Just Sparx.”

“Can you let me out of here? Please?” Luna said, testing the straps. “I feel fine.”

“I know, it’s bad, kid,” Sparx said. “As long as you haven’t done anything, you’ll be fine.”

“I haven’t!” Luna sounded indignant. “I was running through the Greyforest when I was attacked, and then I ran away and woke up here.”

“Who attacked you?”

“I don’t know. She was a green woman, she was bleeding a bit I think, and then she changed into a wolf and flew at me, I’m not sure why…” Luna stopped as the expression on Sparx’ face change.

“I’ll kill her. This time, I’ll really kill her.” Sparx pulled out her phone. “She doesn’t attack children on my watch. Are Ace and Random around?...Okay, then, I’ve found a mission I’m taking solo. I’ve discovered further criminal evidence against La…some of the Evils…yes, I really need to go…Understood.”

“What’s up?” Luna said.

Sparx looked grim. “Let’s just say I know the lady who attacked you.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to hunt her down,” Sparx said. “By myself, because I have to, and you said she was hurt anyways. I’m not letting her get away with anything else.” She started marching to the door.

“No! She’ll kill you!” Luna called. She had only narrowly escaped the wolf the previous night, she knew, and she didn’t want her rescuer to get in trouble.

Sparx grinned savagely. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll live.”

“Wait!” Luna called, but she had already left.

--

Lady Illusion concentrated, and the last of the scabs fell off as the skin beneath it closed and returned to normal. She stood up, satisfied though drained. She’d take advantage of the Thorsson’s hospitality, eat with them to gain the energy for a teleport, and make her way home that way. Convenient enough.

--

Luna tugged at the straps again, trying to move them. She had to escape and stop Sparx from going after the creature that had attacked her; she would probably get killed!

“You’re clear,” the doctor said. “I don’t know why…” he glared at her suspiciously…”but by Knight regulations you are free to go. Your identifiers have been recorded and should you commit a crime in the future you will be known and taken to prison.”

“Okay, no problem,” Luna said. She waited for him to release the straps, and stood up. “Where’d she go?”

“Who? Sparx? I don’t know.” The doctor shrugged. “Do you know her?”

“No. But she saved me, and I want to thank her.”

“Sorry, kid. I don’t know, and I’ve got work to do.” The doctor turned away, leaving Luna free to leave. She was still wearing her dress, though someone had given her a jacket to put on top of it, and she dashed out of the room.

The woman who’d rescued her had smelled of carbolic soap, Luna thought, and though she hated to think about the wolf she’d been last night, she was grateful for the clue it gave as she searched for the scent.

“Don’t go!” she called as she saw the red-haired woman, sitting in a vehicle and preparing to launch it. “You’ll hurt yourself!”

“I’m a Knight, kid. It’s what we do,” Sparx sighed.

“Then I’ll come with you. I can protect you!” Luna said. She didn’t know how to fight, but she did have the extra sense of smell, and maybe other skills as well.

Sparx sighed again. ‘I can’t take you.”

“I’m not human, he said so!” Luna said. “And I’ve got nowhere else to go, and I want to be a Knight like you!”

“Well, I guess I was about your age when I first started training…”

Luna looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Oh, all right. You can tell me where you were attacked. But you’re not allowed to get in my way and you can’t get hurt, ‘kay kid?” Sparx said. She geared up the vehicle for launch. “Let’s kick butt!”

They took off suddenly, and the speed was shocking for Luna, but she gritted her teeth and held onto the sides of it as hard as they could, as they rode off to find vengeance and justice.

--

“That’s where I was attacked,” Luna said, pointing to the clearing. It still smelt faintly of blood. “Can you touch down there?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sparx said, and lowered the Flash to the ground. It hovered behind them.

“She went that way,” Luna said, pointing towards the direction the blood-stench went. She could ignore it in human form, but she did not want to think about how it would probably feel if she went into wolf form again.

“Then let’s head off.” The Flash hovered behind them as Sparx led the way.

--

“…And thus we request the blessings of the Great God upon this meal. Let us eat,” Haldron finished, and his family and their visitor began their meal. Brunhilde had lent her one of her dresses, which hung rather loosely on her, and if it had not been for the skin colour at her face and hands the green woman would have looked almost commonplace. Outside, the sun was setting, and a reddish light filled the room as on the horizon the Lebon Mort magelights flared up.

There was a loud knocking at the door, and Haldron stood up to get it.

He did not get a chance to open it as the lock, melted by some blast, dissolved and the door was slammed open by a red-haired woman.

“I’ve come for her,” the red-haired woman said, pointing her sword at the visitor, who stood up. The green woman didn’t even look surprised. “I’m a Lightning Knight, and she’s a dangerous villain. You people, leave.”

“We welcome visitors, but we expect courtesy from them,” Haldron said, not moving.

“You want courtesy?” The red-haired woman put a hand on the shoulder of the girl standing next to her. “You see this girl’s scars? They were her work.” She pointed to the green-skinned woman, who still didn’t look surprised.

“This is the girl you spoke of?” Gudrun said sharply, staring at the visitor.

After a few seconds, the green-skinned woman nodded. “Yes. You told me that she was dead, but it is good that she lives.”

“No thanks to you,” the redhead said. “I’ve come for you, and you’re not going to get away this time, Lady.”

The green-skinned woman materialised a crystal ball in her right hand.

“My apologies for my…associate’s...utter tactlessness,” she said to Haldron, and turned her attention back to the red-haired woman. “Shall we take this outside?”

The other woman grinned, and took a few steps back. “I’m ready.”

Haldron reached for the axe he kept above the dinner table. “We don’t have fighting here,” he said. “Both of you. Leave this place.”

“I’m a Knight, and she’s an Evil,” the redhead said. “I don’t hurt civilians. But if you intervene then you might get hurt. Just stay safe.”

“We can take care of ourselves, Knight.” Brunhilde stood too. “And when was the last time one of you came all the way down here? We don’t like your kind. We make our own justice.”

“Please, allow this,” the green-skinned woman said. “We have an old score to settle.” She glared at the red-haired woman.

“Like I said. Fine by me.” The red-haired woman raised her sword, taking aim and firing.

It sent the green-skinned woman into the wall, and she hissed angrily before disappearing in a swirl of coloured light.

The red-haired woman turned around just in time to see the other woman appear at the edge of the forest, and rushed after her.

Haldron slammed the door shut, and bolted it.

“This is powered businees,” he said. “We can’t get involved because we’re human, though they’ll probably destroy our town while they’re at it. All we can do is wait…”

--

“You’re finished, and you know it!” Sparx whooped, backing her enemy into a large tree trunk.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” The woman looked tired, Luna thought—she’d been hit several times—but one hand was behind her back, and she could have been preparing another one of those crystal balls…

Sparx prepared to fire.

“Wait!” Luna called, rushing towards her. Sparx was her rescuer, the only person whom she could trust; Luna couldn’t let her get hurt. “She…”

They were both cut off by the cloud of smoke that erupted around them, and coughed as they tried to make out images through it.

A familiar pain shot through Luna’s body, and she looked up to see that the sun had just set. She tried to scream Sparx’ name, but all that came out was a howl. She felt pain beyond anything she could imagine, pain not lessened by the exhaustion she’d felt the previous night, flesh and bone twisting into unnatural shapes as pale fur pierced through her skin, and howled as the wolf took over.

--

There was a pale wolf leaping towards her, and Sparx was shocked, She quickly brought her sword around, cutting it and driving it back, and looked around for Luna. Surely the wolf hadn’t hurt her…?

Lady Illusion was also gone. She’d evidently taken the chance to disappear. Sparx inwardly cursed as she watched the wolf. It had clearly scented prey, and it was fearsome; its eyes were an unnatural yellow and it looked like some Netherworld creation rather than any true wolf.

“Get away from us!” Sparx called. Luna had probably fled back to the Flash; sensible of her.

The wolf growled, and sprang again.

“Just die already!” Sparx drove at the sword at it. She tried to stab it, but she pierced its shoulder instead, making it even angrier.

--

The wolf was hungry, and the female would do as an adequate meal. Luna lunged again, unconscious of anything but the bloodlust, and felt another pain score along the side of her ribs.

“Back…off,” the female said, though to the wolf it was unintelligible. “You’re not the vermin I wanted to kill today.”

Something burning and red hit the wolf in the chest, and it howled.

The power was too strong for it; the wolf had to escape the female, and it was wounded badly. The wolf ran again into the forest, seeking prey.

--

Sparx lowered her sword. With her luck it’d have turned out to have been some sort of endangered species, and it was just as well she hadn’t killed it. Even so…

“Luna?” she called, but she was met with silence. “LUNA!”

--

Midnight. The Witching Hour. Lebon Mort.

The wolf had smelled it from a distance, a big city. Filled with prey. The magic ones were better food for those such as her. It would be a treat.

Something slightly moist and smelling faintly of seasalt suddenly wrapped itself around the wolf, lifiting it into the air.

“What have we here?” a voice said. “A Were, isn’t it? And wounded too. I can fix that for you.”

The wolf felt her wounds close over, but something about the feeling unnerved it, and it whined plaintively.

The male gripping her laughed. “Quiet, please. You don’t want to make Fred jealous, do you?”

The wolf paused at the tone in his voice; something in it was powerful. He wasn’t Pack, but he would not be a wise person to defy, she could tell. He held her in a paralysing grip, suspended some distance above the ground.

The wolf saw the ground moving under her, and smelt animal-stench on the air.

“You may hunt tonight, Were,” the male said. “But remember. I am your master.”

Master. The word made sense to the wolf. He was the Pack-leader. The one to obey.

The wolf whined in submission, and she felt the male’s satisfaction.

“Then hunt,” he said, and released her. “Return to me before morning.”

The wolf ran into the darkness, seeking prey. She had found the Master, and she would serve him.

--

“Ace, I don’t know what happened,” Sparx said, looking shame-faced. “The girl just disappeared and so did Lady Illusion.”

“Are you sure the girl wasn’t Lady Illusion?” Ace said sternly. “You shouldn’t have chased off after them by yourself. You’re lucky you’re still alive.”

Sparx sighed. “Yeah, I know. But it wasn’t her, I saw them both at the same time. Only then Lady Illusion threw a smoke bomb and escaped, she knew I’d got her beaten, and then this wolf attacked…hey! She probably kidnapped the girl so she could kill her this time!”

“You said you thought you were winning, Sparx. Are you sure she’d have had enough energy to teleport two?”

Sparx hesitated. “Maybe not,” she said reluctantly. “She didn’t seem to have much power. But it’s weird. Luna just went, like that!”

“You said she wasn’t human,” Ace said. “Maybe she was a teleporter.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Sparx replied. She chewed on her lip thoughtfully. “She was a good kid,” she said. “I hope I see her again.”

--

It was sunset, and Luna was half dreading it.

The Master—Kilobyte was his name, she thought—had locked her in a cage at sunrise, saying that it was her wolf form that he needed. He was evil, Luna thought; there was something wrong about him, something that made her shiver when she looked at him. It was horrible that she was trapped like this, wolf by night and human by day, and as a wolf obedient to the Master’s every command. A dog on a leash. Luna had never particularly liked animals, but she resolved that she would never imprison anyone, human or animal, ever.

“I did not know Kilobyte had you.” It was the green-skinned woman; Luna could just make her out in the half-light.

“You turned me into this!” Luna said, angrily. “Why did you do this to me?”

“You would not believe me if I claimed it was an accident,” the woman said. “I cannot apologise. I harmed you, and it is not within my power to assist you.”

“I’ll kill you,” Luna whispered. It was the best threat she could think of. “You hurt me, and you tried to kill Sparx. Watch your back, lady.”

“Many have possessed that urge. I still live.” The woman turned away. “I owe you, even so,” she said as she left. “Bonds such as these have power, here.”

Luna sagged against the bars of the cage as the woman left, and waited for the Master as the sun dipped below the distant hills.

He approached then, just before sunset.

“Time for you to be released, I think,” he said, stretching a tentacle to the lock on the cage. “Tonight, you will hunt and feed in the Maze, to develop your skill.”

No, Luna wanted to say, I will not do your will, but she could not.

The Change came, her body reshaping itself, as painful as it was every night, and the wolf howled into the sky as she began the hunt.


Hyperpsychomaniac
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She was growing. Her leafy tendrils now claimed most of the dark corners of the carnival. She liked this world. The sunlight was strong; she could feel it as it pumped its life giving energy into her stalks and leaves. Yet there were still enough dark places she could withdraw into if she felt threatened.

It had been a few weeks since she’d arrived through the portal, carried in the fur of the flying rodent. Back in the sixth dimension there had been no place for her to take root. The Knights had taken care of that a long time ago. Burning her and her kind to the ground like some common weed. Her leaves shook in rage at the memory. Everywhere that her brothers and sisters who had survived had tried to re-establish themselves had been quickly destroyed. But she, she had waited, patiently floating around as nothing larger than a piece of dust.

Now this world offered everything she needed. In those few short weeks she had grown closer and closer to her former glory. In the past few days she’d been working on regrowing her primary weapons. Long, thin, pointed thorns. A half a dozen fist sized pods now sprouted on various stalks from her body, the thorns hidden inside. The pods were also filled with a thick mucus – it was poisonous of course. The poison worked slowly, draining her preys strength until she could drag them into her monstrous mouth with her vine-like tendrils. The sunlight and nutrients of this world were all well and good, but she needed real food to truly grow. Lately she had only been able to catch a few small creatures; one had resembled a Hell Hound, only far less vicious and easily caught. By now she suspected she could consume one of the mortals which were so numerous in this dimension.

What she really wanted though, was a Lightning Knight. Her body shook and her leaves rattled at the thought of them, still remembering the feel of their electricity setting her alight. She had not quite grown large enough to catch one yet; they would only destroy her, even if she filled them with her thorns. Though she had considered risking it, just the thought of their energy being torn away by her poison, tearing them apart from the inside made her mouth water. No, she’d wait, until her poison and tendrils grew stronger. She’d wait as she had for years.

Poison Ivy would soon suck the life from a Lightning Knight. Slowly, she thought, very, very slowly… Her leaves rustled again, the noise loud and out of place in the still, windless air.

Scarab Dynasty

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The smoke was his cover. His means of escape and sometimes, his means of concealment. His fortification, if you will, allowing him to creep into the places where even that emancipated corpse wouldn’t dare, places that allowed him to get closer to Kilobyte than others could get without ending up back in the sixth dimension with the headache of a lifetime. He feathered in and out of walls with no concept of solidity.

That, and his uncanny knack for knowing the very thoughts that raced around her head, was how he learned of her betrayal.

It was not just the love she supposedly felt for that… creature, that idealistic hero, that hurt him; rather it was the source of that love: the pitiful emotions of a human. It was this world that had done it to her, this wretched world with all its penetrating textures and ugly colours in a thousand shades that were so more complex and bizarre and bewildering than any of those at the carnival back in the Sixth Dimension. Even the master of delusion himself had taken his time getting used to it. She was becoming more and more like one of these ridiculous mortals with every passing minute.

Lord Fear had been a worse enough prospect. The program’s sick idea of a joke, he imagined, pairing such a beauty with such an incompetent fool who wasn’t fit to call amongst the living. But this…

A rattling web of bones suddenly collapsed out of a hole in the ceiling, swinging back and forth before him with a mechanical screech from a hidden speaker. The count started, momentarily alarmed. Then he smiled and reached out to rip down the plastic bones. A ridiculous human prank, but a reasonable one. It almost surprised him.

One thing he DID admire about these humans was their ability for fooling one another and finding it fun, and for seeking out the lies others told them and seeing through the heaviest of facades using nothing but their… what did they call it? Gut instinct? This was an ability that the brat whose body he had just left lying, out-cold in the corridor to the haunted house, had apparently not yet grasped.

What had surprised him, especially, was that the boy had followed him. The count had known that the boy hadn’t trusted him; had not believed that he really knew how to free his friends. He had made no secret of that. And yet he had still followed, driven by the longing to find the friends he had lost in this place. Perhaps, the boy had considered the Count to be more like his sister than he was: Susceptible to his… emotions, and more recently, even to pity. Perhaps he had assumed himself strong enough to challenge him. The count had not bothered to read his thoughts and find out before he peppered him with more concentrated energy than a supercharger, but both would have been foolish mistakes. The count now went on through the haunted house alone. Leaving the boy for the evils to find. He'd been an unfortunate niusance, that was all, only useful for getitng him into the haunted house. Maybe Lord Fear could think of a suitable use for him and his Lightning Knight friends.

That was when he saw her, and her him. Or rather she saw the essence of him, the smoke that covered his form as he crept up beside her and gripped her wrist in his hands.

‘You… really should get away from me…’

He gripped her thin shoulder’s tighter still, laughing, thinking how skinny she was and how much he disliked her, yet still there was…

There was what? Sympathy for her? Pity? Why not pity a woman stuck with that skeletal freak for a companion? Still, the count thought a great deal less of her other choices. While his hatred at her betrayal ordered him to rip the skin from her very bones, years of bondage as her brother kept him wavering hopelessly.

As much as he despised her for betraying him, leaving him to rot all those years ago when they were trapped in the prison of the Sixth Dimension, he… disliked all this, her being tossed back and forth from freak to freak, between anyone who whimmed her. One’s plaything, another’s curiosity and a third’s Zoar-knows-what… worse still was that the Lightning Knight Hero should be the one to have her heart.

Who would have thought that Count Delusion’s own sister could even have a heart? Much less one so easily shattered.

She is my sister. Mine. He emphasised this by griping her arm tightly in his.

‘Not even a hello for old times sake, my lady? Aren’t you happy to see your dear brother?’

‘I warn you, let go,’ Lady Illusion held up her free hand, a crystal ball of glowing energy materialising in her palm and she held it at arms length with every intention of using it. ‘Don’t think I won’t. If I can do it to him I can do it to you.’

She didn’t have to explain herself, of course, and she knew she didn’t. The count had never needed anything explaining. He had seen her fire at Ace Lightning and rip him apart with the feelings she gave him, and he had watched her take pleasure in bringing this pain to the one whom she loved, at least at that one, single deluded moment, he had been able to convince himself that she hated Ace Lightning. The Count had never been there to witness any of these events, but he had not needed to be. One minute in her company was all he needed to have at least a vague idea about all of her secrets.

If those were the kind of things she would do to Ace Lightning, then he dreaded to think what she might do to those she hated and did not fear. She feared Kilobyte but she did not fear the count. He was her brother after all.

‘Now is this any way to treat a brother, my lady?’

‘Who needs brothers?’ she snarls at him, her eyes are as hot and violent as ever they were but something in them has changed and he cannot think what. ‘How did you get here? I have no amulet pieces. You shouldn’t BE here.’ She said it with such malice that he thought she hated him as much as he hated her. Looking into her mind soon confirms these suspicions. They hover on the delicate brink between bound siblings and furious forgotten brother and sister who failed each other a long time ago and have never come to terms with hating each other for it. Both of them willing to kill the other if it hadn’t been for the few strands of programming that made them brother and sister. If it hadn’t been for the wretched programming.

The count knew how entangled she was in that program. How blinded she was by it, how it forced her into doing things she did not wish to do and hurting those she no longer wished to hurt. To him the program was nothing worth fighting against.

‘You do, you needed me so I came here, no amulet pieces, no nothing… your power was enough to bring me here, sister. You need my protection.’

‘Protection from who?’ she spat the word. She knows protection is not what he had in mind. Spying more like, stalking.

‘You know whom I mean.’

Lady Illusion tensed in his stare for she knew that his mind was penetrating hers. She alone could feel that: the sensation of his mind reading as he probed her thoughts and memories. The thought of him rooting around in her head was disgusting to her, yet she couldn’t prevent it and didn’t bother to try.

He reads her thoughts carefully like the pages of a complicated manual you must read very closely in order to understand everything that it is trying to say to you. The mortal music, the hands at her waist, the grey-blue eyes staring into hers, the soft kiss on a frozen cheek, her hands grasped within his…

Then the shocks of pink electricity and green energy. Another pair of eyes, still blue but angry this time, and flaming with energy and determination. The screaming pain both inside and out. The sheer programmed hate in his sister's mind, fighting with the love in her heart as she drives one of her powerful explosives of energy into his chest, willing him to break.

And the pain of it… the pain is awful, raging back and forth between beautiful and terrible. It spirals round and round inside of her, eating at her program like a virus. Guilt, anger, guilt pain, guilt and back to pain again. Whatever this love is it is endless and unbreakable and rages against her programming. It could kill her, and yet she’s still alive.

He drew back, close to screaming out with rage. The smoke that made up his body billowed around him. He knew that he had had to touch her, to dig as deep into her mind as it was possible to go to convince himself these were not his own delusions. There was no hiding from the truth now and a sense of betrayal raged within him. Ace Lightning… of all the damned people in the Sixth dimension!

‘Seen what you wanted to see?’ Lady Illusion asked. Her voice was antagonizing and infuriating, she knew that what he had just seen disgusted him. She knew that he had expected to see it, yet had not wanted to imagine it possible. She knew now that he had seen her truth, felt her truth, and she was glad of it.

So now what would he do to her?

‘So that’s what you’ve been up to sister,’ he almost smiled, but it was a violent smile, without any kindness. ‘Betraying Fear for your hero, betraying the hero for Kilobyte and then risking death in Kilobyte’s hands when you remember what you feel for the man you tried to hate. Kilobyte would murder you if he had this knowledge.’

Lady Illusion hesitated, her face set deep with anger, and now there was some confusion there too as she tried to work out whether her own brother was daring to blackmail her. No, she wouldn’t take that. Being blackmailed by an ugly fat toad on a cane she would take, but not her own flesh and data.

Then she stepped back, he allowed her to pull out of his grip, and she sneered, then laughed at him loudly a laugh that was truely evil incarnate. And yet it was fake, brittle and empty; the count wondered why she bothered to pretend some time. Perhaps it was a pretence to hide her fears from those less sensitive to such things than he was. It didn't work with him.

He reached for her arm again, missed and instead gripped the hem of her shirt, tightly. Almost tight enough to rip it had the material not been un-rippable. ‘Come now sister, you know that you have never had any secrets from me…’ he was barely able to keep up his mask and hide the fury in his voice but now, it seemed like she was the mind reader and knew all he is feeling.

‘Yet your existence revolves around secrets. Secrets and lies and deception. Now that you know mine what will you do about them? Kill me? I’ve already been threatened with that time and again and it’s starting to become old. Perhaps you’ll think too much of me to turn me in. You are my brother, after all.’

He sneered back, yet a part of him knew it was true. Knew that he would keep his lady’s secret, the secret of Ace Lightning and her and all the feelings she was never supposed to feel. He doesn’t understand it, and yet he will. ‘Both our lives revolve around deception and illusions, it seems my lady… it has always been so. Our names say as much. So is a secret like this worth keeping?’

She smiled, and this time the smile was a genuine one, small, tthin, but genuine and filled with contempt. As if she knows of things he will never know of and has felt things that no amount of reading her mind will give him.

She nodded her head slowly, deliberately. ‘Yes.’

The count released her, he stepped back. There was still a fury in his eyes that she’d rather not be witness to. The smoke that billowed up around him took on a tinge of furious purple. It was so thick and potent that she could taste it on her tongue, and when she looked again he has gone, taking her secret with him. A few moments later, she started to wonder if perhaps she had imagined him.

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Rotgut

Lancelot, Captain of the Guard, stood proudly within the keep of Climbcrag Castle. Lancelot was a tall man, about five-foot four. He was a moustached man with green eyes that made him look evil, because of their glowing colour. He wore silver armour from head to toe. Two metallic grey bat wings protruded from his shoulders and a long, green, scaly lizard tail wriggled out of his backside, making him look like he was transforming into a dragon. In his hands was a long golden lance and in the other was a large wooden shield in the other.

He heard a beating of drums and realised the enemy were coming. He ran for a wooden door, flung it open and ran down a wall, where other soldiers were loading up cannons and catapults. He reached a large building and ran into a throne room, where a burly man wearing a crown sat in a golden chair. Lancelot bowed before the man.

"Your majesty, the enemies have reached the castle" said Lancelot.

"Very well," said the king "Prepare yourself!".

"What will you do, your highness?" asked Lancelot.

Just then, several servants entered carrying plates of food and placed them on a long table beside a wall. The king happily got out of his chair and wandered over to the table and started chowing down on a chicken bone. Lancelot grimaced as the king quickly swallowed the chicken and began feasting on some roasted pig. The king turned to his warrior.

"Eat of course" laughed the king and turned away from Lancelot.

Lancelot bowed uneasily and marched out of the throne room, but then bumped into a fair maiden, a long red beard growing from her chin.

"Oh, my apologies to thee fair maiden" said Lancelot, whisking the bearded lady off her feet.

"Thy brave knight must battle against the enemy, and then you can whisk me off my feet."

"Yes ma'am!" said Lancelot and was about to walk away, when a giant ball of crackling electricity exploded through a wall and collided with the maiden and ripped her clothes to pieces. She fell to the floor as the ball vanished. Lancelot cast aside his weapons and ran over to his beloved lady. She slowly looked up, her eyes weary.

"My love..." whispered the maiden "Farewell...".

And with that, she was gone, her spirit departed.

"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" cried Lancelot, clutching the maiden's limp body.

Another knight ran in and crouched down beside Lancelot.

"Sir, you must come, we are losing this fight" pleaded the knight.

Lancelot stood up, picked up his weapons and he bravely ran out to face the enemies. The castle was overwhelmed with flying projectiles and lightning bolts. Knights were being slain by the Lightning Knights, mysterious beings that could control electricity.

Lancelot swung his lance and sliced through a Lightning Knight.

"Die, you demonic villains! This is for my beloved maiden!" shrieked Lancelot.

A Lightning Knight with blonde hair flew down from a tower and fired lightning bolts at Lancelot. They struck the knight and he fell to the stone ground, unconsious.

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Lancelot then regained consiousness and slowly stood up. The castle was in ruins, walls crumbled, flags ripped, tower destroyed. There were thousands of skeletons lying around the castle, many in suits of armour, others in peaseant clothes and uniforms from Lightning Knights. Swords and shields were scattered around the levels of the castle.

Lancelot ran into the throne room. It was the same there. A lone skeleton, wearing a crown sat on the throne which was rusted.

"What has happened here?" asked Lancelot.

"The castle has aged..." said a voice.

Lancelot turned around to see another skeleton, dressed in blue clothing limping towards him. In the skeleton's hand was a staff with a winged frog on the end.

"What do you mean?" asked Lancelot.

"It has been 450 years since the battle against the Lightning Knights, your very old" explained the skeleton.

Lancelot was shocked. He had travelled through time somehow, and was the only living person left in the entire kingdom.

"It was Ace Lightning that killed your love, take revenge on him!" said the skeleton.

Lancelot nodded. His heart was full of anger, depression and vengeance. He wanted to slay this Ace Lightning and somehow be reunited with his love.

"Very well, I shall smite this Ace Lightning and becomethe strongest knight in the universe!" declared Lancelot and sent out a bellow of laughter; the skeleton joined in.

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Here is a new villain. Behold the spooky and fast-moving Roller Ghoster!

Name: Roller Ghoster
Species: Phantom
Description: Green ghost in a dark green cloak with glowing yellow eyes, bony hands and metal chains wrapped around his body.
Aim: To scare the living daylights out of mortals.
Special Skills: Can fly, manipulate his chains so they can bind an enemy, and also controls rollercoasters.
Weapons: His chains and a scythe which he can magically create.
Weakness: Dislikes slow rides at the Kent Brothers Carnival.
Morphing Item: The rollercoaster...well, if the carnival actually gets one!
Other Info: The Roller Ghoster was rumoured to have died when on a rollercoaster and haunts one. He only comes out at night, and doesn't really get along with practically anyone.

Spooookkkkyyy? :blink: :huh: ;) <_<

Spooky indeed... I rather like this one :)

Woo-hoo! :D

LOL. Glad you like that Rotgut :)

Whilew e're here, My cousin has a new character design , sort of an evolution of Fred, he called it. A sort of insect humanoid, capable of firing poison. He called it Stinger. Bless him, he's quite imaginative for a ten year old :)

Really, speaking of young family members designing characters, my cousin told me of this super-powered version of Ace, when he uses the Amulet's power. Ace has spiky yellow hair and his clothes all turn gold and silver. He is able to summon lightning from the sky.

Hm... both george's deisgn and that one sound a little... power rangersish... but not bad

Here is a new villain, which is in the video game: The Hell Hound

The Hell Hound
Species: Undead Doberman
Aim: To patrol the Carnival of Doom and make Staff Head jealous.
Special Skills: Super sensed smell and hearing, can see heat signatures and is able to breath fire.
Weapon: Razor-sharp teeth and his fire-breathing skills.
Weakness: Likes being petted by Lord Fear.
Morphing Item: A statue of a wolf in the haunted house.
Other Info: Hell Hound is rumoured to have been patrolling the cemetery in the video game, when he was summoned to Earth by Lord Fear. He has become Lord Fear's new pet guard dog and likes to make Staff Head jealous. Hell Hound patrols the carnival during the day and night and rips any intruders to shreds, or burns them with his fiery breath.

Sounds interesting, RG, thanks. :)

Thanks Sarah, and congratulations to you on becoming the second person to get three green square thingys under your name! :D

Here is a new villain that loves to create mayhem and art: The Graffiti Ghoul.

The Graffiti Ghoul
Species: Poltergiest
Aim: To spray paint practically everything in sight.
Description: Transparent painter wearing a messy white coat and a french hat thingy (whatever it is called), and has a pair of spraycans in a pocket.
Special Skills: Can magically create graffiti anywhere and never runs out of spray paint.
Weapons: Likes to spray enemies in the face with spray paint, so I guess that counts.
Weakness: His hobby of painting on anything.
Morphing Item: The Kent Brothers' Carnival banner.
Other Info: Graffiti Ghoul enjoys painting, or spray painting to be precise. He sometimes goes to the school and graffitis on the walls, annoying Mr. Chesebrough, who believes Wayne is behind it.

You know, I really like this idea. Very quirky and interesting, RG. :)

Yes I agree :) a very nice idea, unique and well tied in to canon. You should fic him Rotgut.

I think it's called a... Beret... isn't it? I dunno...

Thanks for that partners, since you have liked my past three creations, test your brains on these crazy characters, both good and evil.

Rilla Ramba
Character: A muscle-bound gorilla with a nasty temper.
Aim: To punch the Lightning Knights into oblivion.
Special Skills: Super human strength which allows Rilla to bend metal plates in half, and the ability to locate bananas without having to sniff the air.
Weapons: His powerful punches and likes to stomp the ground to send enemies flying.
Weakness: Bananas.
Morphing Item: Banana boat ride (just imagine the carnival has one).
Other Info: Rilla Ramba lived all his life in the Lost Jungle, eating bananas and practicing his punches on palm trees. He was then summoned to Earth by Lord Fear. Rilla is a little dim-witted, but is practically the only villain in Lord Fear's gang who has more strength than Ace Lightning.

Psykid
Character: A young boy with amazing psychic powers.
Aim: To help Ace Lightning defeat Lord Fear.
Special Skills: Can use psychic powers and control a person's mind, even Kilobyte's.
Weapons: His psychic attacks: Psychic Flame, Psychic Thunder and Psychic Wind.
Weakness: Like Ace, Psykid must constantly recharge his energy, otherwise he cannot use his powers.
Other Info: Psykid was once a ordinary kid living in the Sixth Dimension in Psychocity, until he saved Count Delusion from a pack of thugs. Delusion gave Psykid his psychic abilities, but doesn't know that Psykid has become a Lightning Knight.

Stickman
Character: A stickman from an old game Rick created, The Stickman.
Aim: To defeat the Lightning Knights and find a way to become 3D.
Special Skills: Can summon other 2D objects from the Stickman game.
Weapons: A number of different items:
-A frying pan.
-A flamethrower.
-A mallet.
-A bucket.
-A bottle of pesticide.
-A chair.
-A crash helmet.
-A diver's helmet (uses it for heabutting enemies).
-A massive key.
-A collection of bombs.
-A chainsaw.
Weakness: Tickilish practically everywhere on his body.
Morphing Item: Stickman morphs out of an old gameboy Duff has in his trailer.
Other Info: Stickman was the main character from the first video game Rick created: The Stickman. The players would have to guide Stickman through a series of 2D levels, using a bunch of random items as weapons. Stickman was, however, deleted from the Rick's hardrive, but Lord Fear managed to save him. Stickman doesn't care about getting rid of Rick, for he is too busy battling the Lightning Knights. He is the only 2D character on earth.

The Ice Twins
Character: A pair of twins who enjoy ice climbing, named Wawa and Lolo.
Aim: To climb up to the top of the Infinite Glacier that has appeared on Earth.
Special Skills: Can practically climb up any surface and can produce ice.
Weapons: Their ice picks and ice attacks.
Weakness: Avalanches and landslides.
Other Info: Wawa and Lolo are twin brother and sister. They arrived in earth when the Infinite Glacier appeared out of no where. Although Ace believes that the Sxith Dimension is starting to morph with Earth, but Wawa and Lolo think they just were summoned by him. The two wish to climb to the summit of the Infinite Glacier and see what is up there, and they will not rest until their dream is fulfilled.

Hamsterdude
Character: A friendly, but giant hamster.
Aim: To have a layedback life and not get interrupted by the Lightning Knights or evil.
Special Skills: Being lazy.
Weapons: None.
Weakness: His craving for having a layedback life.
Other Info: Hamsterdude is a giant friendly hamster, who enjoys nothing better than sleeping and being lazy. He lives in the abandoned treehouse in the park, which isn't really the place for battles to happen.

Blobbo
Character: A living slime monster that works for Lord Fear.
Aim: To slime Ace Lightning into defeat.
Special Skills: Able to suck characters into his liquid body and drain their energy and leave them a nervous wreck.
Weapons: His sucking ability and two gooey whips he has hidden in his body.
Weakness: Fire, which can burn his body.
Morphing Item: A toilet in the carnival's lavatories.
Other Info: Blobbo is a living slime creature that is completely made out of slime, snot and dirty water. He lived in the dark sewers of the Sixth Dimension, until he was mysteriously brought to earth. Could the Sixth Dimension possibly be morphing with Earth?

Terrodractyl
Character: A vicious Vampire Dragon from Dimension One.
Aim: To steal the Amulet and use it for his own diabolical schemes.
Special Skills: Can fly at great speeds, and fire lightning bolts from his mouth.
Weapons: His sharp claws, deadly fangs, and lightning bolt attacks.
Weakness: Unknown.
Morphing Item: One of those buses parked outside the carnival.
Other Info: Terrordractyl is half dragon, half vampire, half pterodactyl. He soars across the skies on massive dragon wings. His ability to fire lightning bolts from his mouth makes people believe that there are freak thunderstorms in the air. Terrodractyl is immune to the electrical attacks, meaning the Ace and the other knights have difficulty attacking him. Terrordractyl made his debute when Kilobyte returned to earth, and the Vampire Dragon managed to fly through the portal Kilobyte used at the last moment.

Balloon Fighter
Character: A mutant who flies in the air using a bunch of balloons.
Aim: To drop bombs on the Lightning Knights.
Special Skills: Comes prepared with a unlimited supply of balloons and a balloon pump.
Weapons: The bombs he attacks with.
Weakness: His balloons can easily be bursted with attacks from the Lightning Knights.
Morphing Item: A balloon stand.
Other Info: Balloon Fighter is an expert with flying with balloons. He has two types of bombs, one that causes damage to the victims, and the other that can put them to sleep. Balloon Fighter appeared like other characters from the game when Kilobyte returned.

Rapid Shootout
Character: A crocodile with a bazooka for a head, able to use any type of gun.
Aim: To help Lord Fear and Kilobyte destroy Ace Lightning.
Special Skills: Able to morph his arms and tail into any type of gun, even a water gun!
Weapons: All the type of guns he can use, most deadly are his machine guns and rifles.
Weakness: Rapid does have difficulty controlling the direction he is firing and can sometimes go crazy.
Morphing Item: The Shooting Gallery.
Other Info: Rapid is fierce 24/7. He is able to transform his arms and tail into different types of guns, including machine guns, pistols and water guns. He has difficulty controlling his firing range, making him a dangerous thing to mess with.

That is all I have at the moment, but I'll think of more creatures to enter our world.

More villains :) cool...

Giant HAMSTER? O_o

Hey, maybe Kilobyte can do his evil mutifying trick on Chika?

Chika is dead :P. I killed him.

Well... actually only on the RP. And conviently replaced him with an identical hamster before Ashley found out. :D

http://www.livejournal.com/users/programmed_hero/4525.html

Well, if he could then they'd have an evil mutant hamster running around. And then it might start attacking people. And the only way it could be stopped was by Ashley's love!!11!!1one!! *falls over*

You like these guys? Well, that is fantastic! We get the Olympics in 2012. *does a funny dance* :lol:

Here are some new villains:

Cheddar Monster
Character: A living piece of cheddar cheese.
Aim: To knock people unconsious with his strong smell of cheddar.
Special Skills: Can melt into a large lump of melted cheese.
Weapons: His mega-strong smell of cheddar.
Weakness: Toasted Cheese Sandwiches.
Morphing Item: The large burger-shaped food booth.
Other Info: N/A

Snowy the Snow Beast
Character: A evil yeti who lives on top of the Infinite Glacier.
Aim: To purge the world of its beauty and turn it into a frozen wasteland.
Special Skills: Can cause avalanches and freeze things by touching them.
Weapons: The giant snowballs he likes to throw a huge sharp icicle.
Weakness: Being in hot places for too long!
Morphing Item: The fridge in the haunted house.
Other Info: Snowy is a living snowman, or actually a yeti in reality. He guards the peak of the Infinite Glacier, dreaming of freezing the entire world using his freezing abilities with the combined power of the Amulet. He arrived on earth when a rip in the datastream opened, thanks to a battle between Ace and Kilobyte. Snowy's arch enemies are The Ice Twins.

Winston the Wizard
Character: An elderly medieval wizard with powerful magic attacks.
Aim: To show off his magical skills to the world.
Special Skills: Is able to teleport short distances.
Weapons: Powerful purple blasts of energy which Winston fires from his hands.
Weakness: Dislikes our kind of magician.
Morphing Item: Poster of a wizard.
Other Info: Winston is a powerful and wise wizard from Climbcrag Castle. This caped crook has a magic touch, and is able to transform the Lightning Knights into toads and even evil servants. Winston comes in old wizard fashion, with a long white beard, wizard hat and cloak and a magic wand.

Creeper
Character: A zombie who roams the land, searching for dark nightmares to consume.
Aim: To fill of the world with nightmares and then eat the dreams.
Special Skills: He has a special ability called "Dream Eater" which basically consumes dreams from a sleeping person and replaces them with horrifying nightmares. He can also walk through walls.
Weapons: His large hands which he uses for slapping his enemies.
Weakness: He is blind, but his smell and hearing abilities draw him to his victims.
Morphing Item: The ugly looking face on the lone doombuggy outside the haunted house.
Other Info: Creeper is incredible, and I mean as incredibly scary. He prowls the night, searching for sleeping humans, especially children. He then feeds on their dreams and replaces them with terrible nightmares. Creeper was called the Creeper, because he was...a creep!

Chickenstein
Character: A chicken frankenstein monster who is very nasty.
Aim: To pluck, stuff or roast the Lightning Knights.
Special Skills: Can lay eggs which hatch into zombie chicks.
Weapons: His lethal claws and sharp beak.
Weakness: Like all chickens, he cannot fly, although he thinks he can.
Morphing Item: The hot dog stand. (I couldn't think of anything else that a zombie chicken creature would morph out of!)
Other Info: Chickenstein is one fowl piece of work! (get it! :D ). His crows are mighty and can shatter glass. When Ace first battled Chickenstein, he nearly got plucked. It was lucky Sparx came to his rescue, otherwise Ace would have been deep-fried! :o

The Rug-b Ruffian
Character: The undead corpse of a rug-b player, returning for revenge.
Aim: To destroy the history of Rug-B and kill the Lightning Knights too.
Special Skills: Can manipulate Rug-B balls and use them as weapons.
Weapons: Can fire lasers from his ghostly eyes and uses rug-b balls as weapons.
Weakness: In the groin! :D
Morphing Item: The robotic goalie in the carnival's Beat The Goalie game.
Other Info: The Rug-b Ruffian, also known as Rufus Rumpybumpy. He was once a quarter-and-a-half-back of the Knights Team, but was killed during the collapse of one of the goal posts. His zombie form now is seeking revenge on the Lightning Knights, as they were the creators of the Knights Team, who Rufus believes murdered him. He also wants to kill his sister's lawyer, who failed to save her from a life in prison. Guess the lawyer didn't do a very good job in defence! :lol:

Murdmaid (AKA: The Gilled Goon)
Character: A murderous mermaid who is vicious and pure evil.
Aim: To flood the land and drown the Lightning Knights in her ocean of terror.
Special Skills: Able to control and create water, melt in water, transform her body parts into watery weapons.
Weapons: The blasts of water she can fire from her hands, plus tidal waves, whirlpools and typhoons.
Weakness: Electricity.
Morphing Item: The fishing game.
Other Info: Murdmaid is also named the Gilled Goon. She lives in the Black Ocean in Dimension Four, where she has her own undersea kingdom, Atlantuskanewiji. She was summoned to our world, where there is hardly any water anywhere, so Murdmaid hides in the plumming of the carnival and has been known to leap out and surprise mortals while they are in the toilets. She may look harmless, but she is enough to even keep the bravest of warriors out of the sea.

The Bone Brothers
Character: A pair of skeleton brothers who rival eachother with their slapstick personalities.
Aim: To overpower the other with their slapstick humour.
Special Skills: Can still move when there bodies have fallen apart.
Weapons: Can morph together into a spider-like skeleton and fire bones at foes.
Weakness: Eachother.
Morphing Item: The skeletons in the lone doombuggy outside the haunted house.
Other Info: These two skeleton-cyclops creatures are brothers. Bones, the red-eyed skeleton is the smart one and keeps himself and his brother, Numbskull, in line. The two like to try and overpower eachother with their slapstick humour and are able to fuse together into one scary skeleton.

Giggling Green Ghost
Character: A giggling ghoul who loves to play pranks on his friends and foes.
Aim: To pull pranks on everyone he meets.
Special Skills: Can create any type of gag you'd see in a cartoon or comedy.
Weapons: All kinds of zany gadgets, from bombs to giant rolling donuts!
Weakness: Pranks, jokes, gags and Googler.
Morphing Item: A small jack-in-the-box.
Other Info: This green ghoul's name may make him seem harmless, but the Giggling Green Ghost, or Giggles, as Googler calls him, is a crazy character who loves to play practical jokes on friends and foes. When he gets with Googler, the two become an unstoppable force of gags.

Bandit Deadeye
Character: A rogue mining zombie who is Rotgut's rival.
Aim: To mine up some trouble for the Lightning Knights.
Special Skills: Can cause earthquakes.
Weapons: His lethal pickaxe.
Weakness: Slow-moving.
Morphing Item: A skeleton wielding a pickaxe in the mini-golf course.
Other Info: Bandit Deadeye is indeed a bandit, and a miner as well. He is Rotgut's rival, but he is almost as stupid as Rotgut is. Deadeye has a gargantuan stomach which is so bouncy, that when enemies go to attack him, they go flying across the sky.

Dr. Coffin
Character: The ghost of a mad paramedic who loved to operate on people and rip off their limbs.
Aim: To "operate" on a certain Lightning Knight...
Special Skills: Can create any kind of injury on a person.
Weapons: A poison-filled syringe and a razor-sharp scalpel.
Weakness: His passion for seeing blood, which is hardly ever.
Morphing Item: The Mad Scientist cage Mr. Chesebrough was locked in.
Other Info: This paranormal paramedic is as scary as heck. He kidnapped victims and operated on them, ripping off their limbs and taking out their vital organs. His end came, when he electrocuted himself with a pair of those shocker thingys. Dr. Coffin now is back to operate on some more victims, depsite the fact he is a ghost, he can pick up objects and still use them to hurt his victims. He even drives a disappearing ambulance!

Deep Sea Diver of Doom
Character: The ghost of dead deep sea diver.
Aim: Unknown, he only groans, so we don't know!
Special Skills: No real abilities, except his diving helmet glows with a spooky light.
Weapons: A deadly spear-gun.
Weakness: His fishy smell.
Morphing Item: Cardboard cuttout of a diver.
Other Info: The Deep Sea Diver of Doom is a mysterious ghost who hides in dark corners...well, then do most villains. He was rumoured to have died, after he was crushed by a falling anchor, while deep sea diving in Dimension Four. He has a deadly spear-gun that can fire ghostly torpedoes right through solid steel. Deep Sea Diver of Doom has several other interesting features, including a seaweed-covered diving suit, a glowing diving helmet and a wooden helm attached to his back.

Tired out...need rest! *falls to the floor*


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Nice characters :)

I know! Isn't it great that we got the olympics? Don't throw it in the other alfs faces though,that's cruel :P *giggles and jumps about*

Of course not Scarab. You got three green squares next to your name! Congratulations!

Merci :)

I like the chicken. :D Wouldn't that cheddar monster run into some trouble with Dirty Rat? :lol:

Goint point! Terrible what happened in London, and just when everything was all super dandy in this country! :(

Anyway to brighten up your day, here is a idea I had for a fanfic, but I may start it, even though I haven't not completed my current Ace fic:

Kilobyte, Rick and Lady Illusion return to our dimension. When Ace and Kilobyte battle over the Amulet, which is caught in a powerful blast, it shatters and opens a rip in the datastream, which starts to fuse Earth with the Sixth Dimension. Eventually, characters, places and other such things appear all over Conestoga Hills. Rick believes that if the two world fully fuse, then everyone in both worlds are doomed, if he doesn't delete Ace Lightning permeantely! What will the heroes and villains do?

Here are some new characters who appear on Earth:

Croclaptrap
Character: A small but deadly alligator from the Lost Jungle of Dimension Three.
Aim: To snap himself up some meat.
Special Skills: Can snap his sharp fangs through titanium.
Weapons: His sharp fangs.
Weakness: Toothpaste.
Morphing Item: A pair of chattering vampire teeth.
Other Info: This low-slung alligator lives in the Lost Jungle of Dimension Three. Common in the Mamba Wamba River, this reptile leaps up with out warning and can take a chunk out of its victim with its sharp jaws. The best way to defeat Croclaptrap is to leap on his back and pull on his tongue.

Evil Moon
Character: The evil moon that hovers over the Sixth Dimension, waiting...
Aim: To slowly float down towards Mech City, and then destroy it!
Special Skills: Can launches powerful fireballs from its craters.
Weapons: Fireballs it can fire and also may cause a mighty shockwave if it hits Mech City.
Weakness: Its core, the Luna Spark.
Morphing Item: The Earth's Moon.
Other Info: This dark moon is the biggest villain the Lightning Knights have faced. Shrouded in mystery and feared by all, Evil Moon threatens to devour everything and everyone in a cataclysm of fire. Its core contains the magical Luna Spark, which controls the Evil Moon's fiery attacks. If someone destroys the Luna Spark, then the Evil Moon will crumble and break to dust. Since it arrived in our dimension, it now wishes to destroy wherever the Lightning Knights are. In this case, Conestoga Hills!!!

Oakley
Character: A friendly great oak tree who lives in the forest, near the Thunder Tower.
Aim: To live at least one thousand years, in peace and harmony.
Special Skills: Can create super strong tornadoes.
Weapons: Apples which fall from her branches when she rustles her leaves.
Weakness: Like all creatures made from wood, fire!
Other Info: Oakley is a 566 year old oak tree living in the heart of the forest near the Thunder Tower. She is kind and wise and knows a lot about the Sixth Dimension and enjoys telling stories to her friends. She gets on well with Poison Ivy, and has once managed to have a friendly conversation with Lord Fear. Oakley attacks by creating whirlwinds which can blow her enemies away.

I REALLY like the evil moon idea, seems rather original and kinda creepy. :) You should write a fic with that one Rotgut.

and since when have thigns been fine and dandy in this country? Well unless you're talking about yesterdays Olkympic bid - this was obviously delierabtely aimed at now.

Ooo nice story idea. Yeah, that evil moon sounds awesome. It's going to be noticed though, but you could probably get some pretty interesting stuff in with all the astronomers going 'ooo wow'. That could be interesting. Please write this!

Yes, I reinforce what H said, it would be a good story for you, of course it's up to you Rotgut :) You are rather talented at creating characters.