"That had to be the corniest movie you've ever made us see with you, Bayley," said Sasha, her magenta hair flaring sideways with the wind as the four women walked down the street. Becky snorted at her as her brown hair tangled with Sasha's.

"You can admit you liked it. I heard you sniffling when Dory found her parents, Sash." This caused Bayley to jump in glee spinning around and walking backwards, facing the group, as they moved further down the street.

"Ha! I knew you would like it! You owe me ten bucks Charlotte!" Charlotte just rolled her eyes and flicked Bayley's forehead causing her to scrunch her face up to try to see it, which Sasha and Becky found hilarious.

"I bought you two Icees. Two, cause you said you needed both blue and red and," Charlotte raised her voice to an impression of Bayley's, "Why would I mix the two together Charlotte, that's weird and I get less of each."

Bayley took it in good nature and just stuck her blue and red colored tongue at the other three girls as they snickered at her. Becky controlled her laughter to check her phone, seeing how late it was she groaned, causing her three best friends to look at her. She showed them the time on her phone, her lock screen a picture of the four of them.

"I have to be at work at like nine am tomorrow or Baron might actually fire me this time."

Sasha rolled her eyes, "Well maybe if you didn't insist on annoying him with chatter every day at work he wouldn't be so up your ass about being on time and working early."

Becky gave Sasha the finger, causing Sasha to lean forward and try to bite it off of her hand. Becky quickly snatched her hand back from her roommate. She glared at her while Sasha just gave her a sickly sweet smile. Before they could say anything else, Becky felt an arm around her shoulders, while Sasha seemed to almost stumble from the weight she took from Bayley as she gave them both one-armed side hugs.

"No fighting you two, we had a great night and we aren't going to end it with you two bickering like old ladies-" Charlotte stumbled back into them, her eyes turned skyward. They all held her steady and their eyes turned up as well. Shooting across the sky was a huge ball of fire. It seemed to be coming down on top of them as it hurtled towards earth. It seemed to change directions and shoot across towards a small park that was nearby. Luckily, Becky thought, it would be too late for anyone to be there; there wasn't even any traffic. The girls felt the crash before they heard the screeching of metal.

None of the girls moved, before Becky felt Bayley's arm shift and saw the girl sprint off towards the wreck. Becky didn't even think twice before going after her friend. She heard Sasha's boot steps right beside her and could hear the click of Charlotte's small heels behind them. When they came to the park there was a small crater, and in the middle of that crater was a car. It would flicker and then reveal some sort of metal pod before flickering back into the disguise of a car.

Bayley had already jumped into the crater by the time the others got there. She was trying her best to break into the pod by lifting the top half, which seemed to have hinges on, up to release whatever was trapped. "Guys someone is trapped in here, help me get this open!"

Becky, Sasha, and Charlotte all ran over and began tugging on the same side that Bayley were. With a small hiss the door seemed to give way and lift up. A puff of smoke showered over the girls as they tried to peer through and see the person that needed help. What they did see made Becky almost lose her lunch. An old man sat in the pilot's chair, everything about him seemed normal, but his eyes kept flickering to milk white every few seconds before appearing blue, just like his pod. An old cowboy hat also sat flickering on the top of his head. But the most noticeable thing about him was the metal rod that was poking through the front of his chest. Around it showed a painting of green blood on his shirt. His eyes flicked to Becky's before moving down the line to each of the other girls'.

Bayley was the first of them to gain her wits; she crouched down and tried to see if there was any way to get him out. But all of them knew that the pipe was most likely the only thing keeping him alive at this point. "Sir, are you okay?" Bayley asked in a mostly steady voice.

Sasha bit out a curse, "Of course he's not okay Bayley!" The old man seemed to chuckle, but winced as it caused him pain to move his chest.

"No, little babay… I'm not gonna be okay. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in my chest…" He seemed to almost give them a faint smile, and it would have been funny under different circumstances. "I… wanted to come here, to earth, find my oldest son, make things right with him… I even brought his little brother. I think he landed safely elsewhere…" He gave a deep gasp of pain and shuddered and seemed to not be able to speak anymore.

Charlotte bent down to him and tried to soothe him, she kept her voice soft, "Your oldest son? Who is he? Maybe we can find him."

The old man gave a cough, "You earthlings know him as Goldust… I don't have enough time for you to find him. But if you see him… can you tell him I love him. And that I'm so very sorry…" He gave another cough, covering his mouth. "My other boy… Stardust, he is a good boy just gets a bit angry sometimes… I hope his brother can take good care of him."

Becky bent down to him next to Charlotte, "We will tell them both if we can. What is your name? I'm Becky, this is Charlotte, Bayley, and that's Sasha." She gave him a small, sad smile. "Might as well get to know you…"

The old man, gave her a smile, "I'm Dusty…" He shuddered again, his eyes starting to close, "I… I could have gone in worse ways… surrounded by beautiful earth women… Not so bad." His voice turned into a hoarse whisper. "Not so ba-" His head lolled to the side and his breathing went still. Becky put her head down in respect, while Charlotte tried to drag a crying Bayley away from the sweet old man. Sasha was standing back away from the pod, keeping lookout.

All the girls were quiet out of respect and sadness, the only soft sounds of the city behind them and the quiet murmurings of Charlotte's comforting words as they tried to soothe Bayley. They had just seen the father of the well-known hero Goldust die in front of them; they didn't know what to do. Bayley was still staring at Dusty's body with tear tracks down her face. Becky sympathized with her; Bayley sometimes cared too much about other people. It was her best trait, but also had drawbacks like this.

Suddenly, sirens could be heard in the distant. Sasha seemed to spring into protective mode and tried to usher the girls away from the wreck. They didn't need to be around when the cops showed up or they'd start asking questions that led to them getting detained or worse. As Sasha and Charlotte tried to move Bayley out of the crater, Bayley broke free and ran back towards the pod. When the other girls got there, Bayley had her hand paused just outside of the pod. She turned back to them, her nose sniffling cutely, "We… we should close his eyes at least." Sasha sighed, but nodded, prodding her to go on. Bayley's hand reached out and slowly closed Dusty's eyes. She seemed to sit back and sniffle once.

Then a bright light began to build in luminance and Sasha gasped as she lunged forward for Bayley, whom had her eyes closed in prayer. Charlotte tried to take Becky's arm but it was too late. A crystal rose up from behind Dusty's head and shined with deep purple energy. The girls didn't move, not knowing if motion would set something off. It levitated above Dusty's head and dimmed. Becky breathed out a sigh of relief before all of a sudden the sound of breaking glass hit the girl's ear and a shockwave went through each of them before they dropped to the dirt in unconsciousness.

While they lay there, each glowed bright with the same purple light that the crystal had glowed with. Soon they each dematerialized into the air, not knowing that they were being transported back to their houses, into their beds, where tomorrow an amazing surprise would await all four of them. This surprise would shape their lives unlike anything had before and set them all on paths that intersected and paralleled one another. Sometimes they would cross for the better, and sometimes for evil.

And in the distance, through the trees of the small park, a painted face watched each of the young girls disappear. And with each little pixel floating into the air he felt his hate and anger grow. He would get his revenge for them not saving his father; he'd find them and eliminate them. Even if it was the last thing he did.