The Turn: Chapter Forty-Three

The Turn

Chapter Forty-Three

~The End of the Order – Part 3~

The Turn

The driver ditched the limo a safe distance from the mansion. He grabbed anther car and continued on. The driver sped through the streets. He was unhappy, very unhappy. It was true. When Scar had seen him as a friend, the driver had seen Scar as a necessary resource to bring the New Order into being. Scar was just a mindless pawn that the driver had used for his own proposes.

He had had everything planned out. Scar would have lived a few more months, maybe a year if the driver allowed it, and would die from natural causes leaving him, the driver, in charge of the New Order. Everything was going according to plan. But then there was that pesky Tower and its Agents and the driver dealt with them accordingly. He thought that the rest of his plan would go on smoothly. But no, the Tower didn’t stay dealt with.

After the Tower fell, he made valiant efforts to find and capture its leader without avail. He did, however, find several documents, mostly newspaper clippings and pictures of a prominent family. With their pictures taken frequently, the driver assumed that that was who he was looking for. So he went behind Scar’s back, as he did frequently, and hired Others to go to the Island and find anyone in the family there.

They evaded the New Order’s watchful eyes until the driver got news that two of the family members had been spotted traveling together: a boy and a young girl. The rest of the family had been rumored to have escaped the Island. The driver commanded their capture and hoped that they would draw out the rest of the family from hiding. It didn’t work. The two evaded the hunters that he sent after them. As of six months ago, there was no sight of them.

If that wasn’t bad enough, now his whole plan to rule the world was in jeopardy and was starting to fray at the edges. Now, the former members of the Tower and many Others were fighting against the New Order. HIS New Order!

The driver gripped the steering wheel. The anger inside of him was building. Was it really any of the Tower’s business what he did? They should stay out of peoples business.

As he though angrily, someone walked casually out into the street. The driver swerved to avoid hitting the person. He crashed into a light pole. The driver managed to get out unharmed and looked around the deserted street. There was no sign of the man that he had seen cross the street.

He walked into the center of the street. There was only a doll laying on the pavement. The doll wore a grey coat and a grey hat. Its silver colored hair was neat and orderly, strange for something that could have been tossed onto the ground. It had no eyes, just shallow craters for eyes. The driver looked around but there was indeed no one to be seen.

The driver swore and turned up the street to look for another car. He heard something and turned. A ways away was another doll sitting on the curb of the road. It sat in a pink dress and had blond curls. A pink and white lase bonnet sat lightly on her head. The driver turned away and looked at the car. Sitting on the back trunk was another doll wearing a tiny suit and tie. It looked at the driver underneath its long black bangs.

The doll that lay on the ground sat up and got to its feet. Startle, the driver kicked the doll. In flew into a building wall and fell to the ground. The doll got back up and shook its head. It started walking toward the driver. The other dolls also got to their feet and started walking toward him. More dolls walked out from the alley ways. The driver turned and ran.

He ran down the street away from the strange dolls. The driver found another car and smashed the window open. He took the car and started driving. When he looked into the rearview mirror he slammed on the breaks.

“Who the heck are you!?” the driver shouted at the man in the back seat.

The man shrugged, “Who knows really? My parents called me Aaron, my uncle called me his apprentice, and my friends call me Puppetmaster. But my enemies,” Puppetmaster glared at the man, “You can call me Reaper.”

The driver drew his gun, “Get out.”

Puppetmaster held his hands out in front of him and smiled, “Now, now, there’s no need for that. I’m just here to tell you’re not going to win. Figured it’d be fair if you had a little warning at least.”

“I said get out!” the driver yelled.

The gem in Puppetmaster’s hair started to glow, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Puppetmaster snapped his fingers and he vanished in a swirl of purple mist. The driver looked around to make sure the intruder was truly gone. When he was confident that he was, the driver continued down the road.

There was a thump as a doll fell on the windshield. It sat up and looked at the driver. Another on fell on the roof, though the driver couldn’t see it he could hear it walking around on the roof. More and more fell from the sky on to his car. They blocked his vision of the street. They hung on his side mirrors and windows. The driver tried every way to rid himself of the dolls.

Ahead, Hina walked into the center of the road. The driver was blinded and was swerving all over the road. Hina placed her hands on her hips and sighed. The chains were still attached to her hands and fell to the ground. She looked over to her brother who was on the roof of the building next her. He tossed his head over to the car as if to say ‘well, get on with it’. Hina shrugged and raised her arms.

The chains whipped into the air and glowed a purple color. When she pulled the chains down they struck the ground. The shock wave that was created flipped the car over. The car spun over Hina as she ducked down. The car crashed and rolled further down the street.

Deontay walked out of an alley way toward the car. Dolls were scattered all over and he tried his best to avoid them while they got to their feet again. Deontay grabbed the driver side door and pulled it off its hinges. He threw it to one side and reached into the damaged car. He pulled the driver out of the car and pulled him to his feet.

“Well, look who we have here,” Deontay stated.

“Isn’t that the guy who spoiled our mission that time?” Vicky stood a ways a way.

 Zara walked up closer. She stood barely an inch from his face. With a smile she took a few steps back before uppercutting the driver in the chin and kicking his legs out from under him.

Chaud stood back and raised an eyebrow, “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that it is.”

The driver was sprawled on the ground. He tried to reach for his gun but Zara kicked it out of his hand. Vicky stooped down to pick up the weapon. Zara grabbed the driver and pulled him to his feet.

“I hate losing,” she stated, “I really, really, really hate losing.”

“It true,” Deontay nodded, “The girl hates to lose.”

“And as I count it,” Zara smiled, “You’ve beaten me twice. I mean you walked into that building and pointed us out. At that point I was pretty ticked. After that my team and I set out to find out where this New Order hang out was and we lost. So you can understand my frustration when you destroyed my island, right? I lost twice already and that you appear off our shores and blow everything up. That made three losses. At this point, right now, it’s personal.”

Zara punched him in the face and let him fall to the ground. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You feeling okay?” Chaud asked.

Zara nodded, “It wasn’t Scar but it felt good. Didn’t realize how much I hated this guy until now.”

Hina shrugged, “It happens.”

“What do we have here?” Kaiba walked up.

Fang stayed in his wolf form. He walked alongside Kaiba.

Kaiba looked at the driver and sighed, “Aren’t you supposed to be on the other side of town?”

Chaud looked at the others, “We got done early so we decided to do a little sightseeing. Found this guy here in the process.”

The others agreed, nodding their heads and saying agreeing statements. Kaiba sighed and rolled his eyes.

Fang walked up to the driver, “You won’t be causing us anymore trouble will you?”

“What are you doing here?” Chaud said, “Aren’t you supposed to be on the other side of town?”

“We’re here for him,” Kaiba nodded to the driver, “He killed Scar.”

“Wait,” Hina shook her head, “Aren’t they on the same side?”

“Apparently not,” Naru appeared out of nowhere. He was always light on his feet.

“We’ll know more later,” Kaiba stated, “For now we have a lot of work to do.”

Insanity Chapter Forty-Three

**Author’s Note

            Okay, we are now entering *da, de, da, na, da, de, da, na* (Twilight Zone Theme) the fictional New York. The building is like only kind of in this chapter but I just wanted to get this out of the way. The building is freakishly tall, like taller than the tallest building tall with a flat top. Why am I adding a fictional building to my landscape of New York? Because 1) I can. I’m the author. 2) I need a tall building with a flat top but when I looked up tallest buildings in New York…it sucked… 3) This is a fictional story. No harm in adding more fiction! 4) Try setting up a world domination device on the Empire State Building! Guess what! It doesn’t work! That pointy top isn’t doing anybody anything! 5) I’m the author. My story. My New York. Go get your own!

Insanity

Chapter Forty-Three

~It All Starts Now~

Day Thirty-Five

Fang jolted up. He sat up in bed, his breathing was heavy. The sun seeped through the western window. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead and face. He stayed still, calming himself before he would go do something else. He barely remembered falling asleep.

Fang paused suddenly. He grabbed his gun from the nightstand and aimed it at the door. The lock beeped its approval of the hotel card and the door started to open.

“Geez, Fang! Put the gun down!” Shadow shouted as he hid behind the door yet again, “Can I come in now?”

Fang rolled his eyes and put down the gun, “I’ve lost count at how many times I’ve almost killed you, but this is one more than that.”

Shadow looked interested, “You loosing count? Don’t you have a whole section in your brain devoted to keeping count?”

Fang looked at him blankly, “If I kept track of every little thing that you six do and then some, I’d go insane.”

“Any second thoughts about bringing us together?” Shadow asked as he walked into the bathroom.

“Not at all,” Fang said without thinking.

He lay back in his bed again. Fang stared at the ceiling trying to remember what had woken him up so suddenly. What was his train of thought before he fell asleep? Fang paused in his thinking process; when exactly had he fallen asleep? Frustrated by that stubborn road block he closed his eyes.

Fang went through all he had done since he came through the bedroom door the day before. He had sat on his bed. He had been thinking when Shadow so rudely came into his room, he had a knack for doing that it seemed. After Shadow had left he thought some more. He thought about plans and all their possible outcomes, both good and bad, and Zero and death.

Fang suddenly opened his eyes.

Shadow was leading over him as he sat in a chair by the bed. He was a little close for comfort and Fang was thankful he didn’t sit up or their lips would have practically collided.

“Did you figure it out?” Shadow asked.

Fang chose to ignore his question but he couldn’t help take notice of Shadow’s features, after all they were barely an inch apart. Shadow’s red eyes looked down at him, expecting something. His lips were curved up in a crafty smile, while his black hair was draped over one of his shoulders. Only the shorter strands were lightly touching Fang’s face.

He’s changed, Fang couldn’t help thinking.

Shadow’s brow folded into a worried scowl, “Fang? You okay? Did you like have a heart attack or something?”

Fang sighed, if only he didn’t say anything at all…ever…like Blue life would be so much easier. Heck, Fang would rather hear Blue’s voice than Shadow’s.

“I’m fine,” Fang muttered.

“Well, did you figure it out?” Shadow asked again.

“What?”

“What was bothering you?” Shadow explained, “Did you figure it out?” he started to sit up when Fang’s muscled began to flex. If his fists hurt as bad as they did, getting hit in the head must feel even worse.

“Nothing’s bothering me,” Fang sat up.

Shadow smiled, “Yeah, now. That’s because you figured it out!”

“So in essence, you answered your own question,” Fang stood up and walked toward the bathroom leaving Shadow with a slightly confused look on his face.

Fang took off the shirt that he had worn since the day before. He threw it on the ground and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He started the water and while he waited he undressed. When the water was ready, he walked into the shower and drew the curtain. Almost instantly, Shadow walked in recovering from his ‘wow, that was dumb’ moment.

“What were you thinking about?” Shadow asked.

Fang sighed but answered anyway, “A dream.”

“What dream?”

“Go away,” Fang muttered.

Shadow crossed his arms and leaned against the sink, “No.”

Fang let the water cascade over his head. “No?” he said at last, “What are you, four?”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what you dreamt,” Shadow stated, “I was obvious that it bothered you so come on out and say it. We leave in three hours. Mother can be quite the B*** in that period of time. You want me to start now or should I wait until you come out of the shower?”

There was a long pause.

“So what was the dream about?” Shadow asked.

Fang paused, not sure if he should be furious or thankful but either way he wanted to punch Shadow’s face in, “I don’t remember much, but I Zero leaning over me and pulling my heart out.”

Shadow nodded.

“You were all dead—”

“That sucks.”

“The world ended as we know it—”

“Eh,” Shadow shrugged.

“And I think there was a cop there giving me a citation for the illegal parking of an unidentified flying object.”

“Really?”

“It’s a dream, what do you expect?”

Shadow smiled, “You know what surprises me the most? It’s that Zero was able to get a hold of you heart at all. I mean everyone thought you had no heart so—”

“Shadow.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking before I can’t refrain myself from killing you,” Fang said in a way that made even the water temperature drop a degree.

For a moment, Shadow complied. Fang could almost picture him weighing his options.

“See, didn’t that feel better,” Shadow stated after a while.

“Shadow!”

“Okay, okay! I’m getting the others ready! I’m going, I’m going!”

Fang heard the door close. A thought suddenly struck him. How had Shadow gotten ahold of his room key? He had gone through the wall the night before… Fang let out a shuttering sigh. The thief, that smirk, that no good little—

“Shadow!” Fang banged on the bathroom wall so the next room heard.

He heard an unmistakable laugh from the other room. He could hear Alister asking what the heck was going on. He assumed Blue was staring blankly at the laughing Shadow. Despite himself, however, Fang smiled. He couldn’t remember how he had lived before he met them. He knew though that his life before was much more boring than it was now. That was something wasn’t it?

Fang exited the room. The others were already in the hallway. Shadow, with his back turned, looked over his shoulder and smiled.

“So what’s the plan, Fang?” Shadow asked.

All the others grew quiet, even Arisa. Fang walked down the hallway and looked at each member of his team. The first one was Alister.

Under close inspection, he did have a resemblance to Undertaker. His orange eyes looked back at Fang. At times, most of the time, Alister acted stupid, incompetent and despite the saying, he asked stupid questions. But the determination in his eyes showed that he was reliable. He might make a gazillion mistakes when he’s given a task but he would do everything to make it right.

“Alister,” Fang started, “Your Police Unit lost a good cop. Feel free to be trigger happy.”

Alister gave him an ‘aren’t I always’ look.

Raven was next in line. Her dark green eyes looked at Fang expectantly. She had left her cloak behind and now wore tight fitting shirt and pants. A black belt was around her waist holding two hand guns. On her back was a dual sheath for her swords.

“I hope you don’t regret being here,” Fang stated.

“This beats the socks off telling phony fortunes,” Raven said in her monotone voice, “Although, I have to say, I’m only saving the world for myself. I can’t stand that Zero creep.”

“Ditto!” Arisa chimed.

Ditto? Blue asked.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know about ditto!” Arisa wailed.

“It basically means ‘same’,” Shadow explained.

“Wait,” Alister started, “is that why the Pokémon Ditto can look like all the other Pokémon?”

He received black stares.

“What!? There is nothin’ interestin’ on on Saturday mornings! It was either that or Bakugon! Take your pick!”

Arisa and Blue were next. Arisa stiffened up and raised her right hand over her right eye brow. She briefly looked up at Blue to see if he was following her lead. Hesitantly, Blue did. What a trouper, Blue was. Fang looked down at the little firecracker of a girl. She wore a black ruffled skirt with black leggings and a black tank top. Arisa looked up at him with a big smile and shining gold yellow eyes. She couldn’t contain her excitement and hopped a little in place.

Fang smiled back at her, “Take your time growing up. There isn’t a rush.”

Arisa looked confused but maintained her rigid stance, “Yes, Sir!”

Fang looked up at Blue. Blue’s eyes looked back at him with a kind of understanding. Come to think of it, Blue was probably tied with Shadow about picking up things. It must be an interesting life, just sitting and listening, observing and not talking. Of course, Blue had his reasons but Fang couldn’t help think about how much more Blue could probably tell about him by just looking and listening.

“Normally, we have two ears and one mouth so hopefully we can listen twice as much than when we talk. But in your case, Blue, your voice will always be welcomed no matter what you have to say.”

Blue was visibly embarrassed. He moved his right hand from his forehead to the back of his head.

We’ll see, I guess.

“That’s all we can ask, Blue.”

“Oh-my-effing-god! He can’t talk!” Alister cried, “Forget me ‘aving an ‘imaginary friend’! You’re all the crazy ones! You’re makin’ a human being who can’t talk, talk to you in your heads! That is effin’ crazy!”

Again he received blank stares…and Blue’s ‘I’m seriously going to effing kill you one day’ glare.

To Blue’s right was Penelope. She pushed up her glassed with her index finger. She still looked like the female version of Waldo if Waldo wore blue and yellow instead of red and white. Her purple eyes were huge behind her glasses.

“You have different personalities,” Fang began, “but each of them make you up as a whole. There’s the you now—”

“I-I-I consider myself Shippo from Inuyasha.”

Fang paused, not exactly sure what that meant, “Okay, and then theres the battle you—”

“Sh-sh-she’s Inuyasha.”

“Yes,” Fang paused again, “now, I’m not sure if there are anymore but—”

“There aren’t.”

Fang sighed, “Either way, no matter what society says, the more there are of you, the more there is to love. Just try not to get caught hacking.”

“Yep!” Penelope’s eyes narrowed as she nodded.

Looking over the group, Fang nodded. He finally got his feelings out there in the manliest way possible with out to many people noticing. He started walking toward the stairs when Shadow called out.

“Hey, what about me?” Shadow said, “Don’t you have something to say to me?”

Fang looked over his shoulder and saw that signature smirk on Shadow’s face. He thought a moment.

“Stay out of my way or I will shoot you between the eyes,” Fang said before walking away.

Shadow shrugged, “I guess I had that coming. But I’ll get a real one before this thing starts, right?”

Fang didn’t answer. The others followed him to the roof. They waited as Fang looked over at the horizon. The sun had set maybe forty-five minutes ago and the sky was getting darker. Fang looked toward that darker half of the sky to start his search.

A cell phone rang in Fang’s pocket. He answered it without taking his eyes off the buildings around him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Fang! What’s shaking?”

Fang paused, “Shifter, is that you?”

“Yeah! So um, you still doing that whole ‘save the New York, stop Zero’ thing or what?”

Only Shifter could make saving the world sound like taking a walk at the park.

“Yeah, we’re seeing where they’re located now,” Fang answered.

“Oh! Great! Cause I kinda got this package. You know kinda like those military packages only we’re not military. Funny thing though…I don’t know where you guys are in New York…soooooo…”

Fang gave him the address of the hotel.

“Great! You’re on the roof, right?”

“Yes.”

“Could I ask you to run and take cover? You’re standing there at your own risk.”

Fang looked up but saw nothing. He could hear something but he couldn’t see anything. That was never good if you had a package coming from the Tower.

“Alright everyone, get near the edge!” he commanded.

Obediently everyone did so. Shortly afterward the package, more like a giant crate, fell from the sky and landed with a loud thud on top of the roof where the wolves had been standing moments before.

“Did you get it?” Shifter asked on the phone.

“Yeah,” Fang said a little absent mindedly.

“That’s good, cause I was kinda running out of gas there,” Shifter paused, “Oh, and Fang?”

“Yes, Shifter?”

“Sage doesn’t know that I gave you that package. I’m in big trouble when I get back. Especially if you don’t win. So if nothing else motivates you…win for me…please…you still owe me you know.”

“I think we settled that already.”

“OH! C’mon Fang! All that work and I get to stay at your house! My job was on the line! My job is on the line! Why is my job always on the line around you!?”

Fang sighed, “Depends on what’s in this package.”

“Oh, thanks Fang!” Shifter paused, “Good luck. Hope they help.”

Fang hung up the phone, “Alister, open it up!”

Alister walked up to the large container, grabbed the crowbar that was conveniently attached to the doors and pried them open. Alister smiled wide when he saw the contents. He pulled out a huge gun that seemed to fit his liking. Fang walked up and also looked at the contents inside. He noticed some flat discs on the shelving inside.

“Claymores,” Raven explained, “Step on one of those and not even your own mother can find you.”

Fang looked at the other contents and smile. Finally, a firm plan was getting together. The sky was dark and he looked behind him. The tallest building (the one I made up cause this is MY New York!) had a strange bluish glow on top of it.

“I thought you’d be there,” Fang whispered, “It all starts now.”