Red Crown: If you wish you may refer to me as RC. I would like to thank you for reading my story. I wish you a happy reading.
I have decided to remove the spiritual element of this fic and just turn it into a traditional action and romance genre. Please enjoy.
CHAPTER ONE: "Break In"
Monstrous roars and howls from many beasts filled the air. Blood curdling screams quickly followed. The sound of automatic weapons fire and cannons was meshed in with the chaotic noises.
14 year-old Blossom opened her eyes and found herself in downtown Townsville. Her long red hair was soaked in the rain. She wore light blue jeans tucked into white ugg boots and a simple pink sweater that had written on it in white, glittery letters: "You are well-educated and you look cute, but that's not going to cut it." She was laying on her back in the middle of the street. It was cold, drafty, and a heavy rain was showering the city.
As she looked around she had come to find that the city of Townsville was a mess. Vicious monsters unlike any she had ever seen were rampant in the streets. They all wore armor and some even carried weapons. The city itself was in ruins and looked as if it had been struck by a horrible hurricane. The people of Townsville were running everywhere and trying to get away from the horrible beasts. The Townsville police force had called in the help of the military and this had turned Townsville into a battle zone between the army of monsters and the military with the innocent people caught in the middle.
Then a thought struck her, "Where are my sisters?"
She launched into the air in a desperate search for Bubbles and Buttercup. She weaved through the many monsters, battle tanks, and attack helicopters that were locked in combat. Finally she found them both in craters on the ground in front of a church. They were bruised, battered, and bleeding. Blossom landed by them and checked her sisters for a pulse. The pulses were there, but they were weak. Blossom swiftly pulled them both into the church.
The vast church was empty. It consisted of two wide aisles that went down to a pulpit that had a podium and a large white cross behind it. The sounds of beasts and battle were muffled from inside. She went to the bathroom and grabbed some water and antibacterial soap. She came back and cleaned their wounds, then bandaged them up with a first-aid kit that she found behind the podium.
With that done she wondered where the professor was, but then she decided that she couldn't worry about him right now. Many other people's lives were at stake and it would be selfish to be concerned only with the ones she loved. She had to focus on saving the people and the best way to do that was to save her sisters. She and her sisters might be Townsville's only chance.
Bubbles groaned. Her eyes slowly creaked open. Blossom went to her side immediately.
"Bubbles, who's responsible for this?" she asked.
Bubbles' arm slowly lifted and pointed behind Blossom toward the church doors. "Behind you," she said.
Blossom jerked around and found three silhouetted figures standing in the door way. The sounds of battle poured into the room from outside. A bolt of lightning struck the sky behind them and for a brief moment she saw their features.
Suddenly a large red claw came crashing down through the roof of the church and grabbed her. The claw was nearly the size of the church itself and she was being pinched on its tip. Only her head was visible. Blossom tried to fight it, but all her might was useless against its crushing grip.
It lifted her off the ground and raised her high into the sky. The raging battle between the military and the monsters below suddenly seemed small. Her eyes traced the long arm to find that it belonged to non other than Him. He was massive in size. His height rivaled that of the Twin Towers. He laughed maniacally, and his laugh echoed through the sky.
Far off in the distance Blossom heard a woman screaming as if she were being brutally murdered.
"Wake up, Red!"
Blossom snapped her eyes open and shot up in bed.
She awoke in a cold sweat. Her covers were nearly soaked. She was sitting up in the room that she had spent her child hood in. She was laying on a brand new triple bunk bed that the professor had made for her and her sisters. She shared an unusually close bond with her sisters so none of them minded keeping the same room, but they each wanted their own bed. Her bed was on the top bunk. Bubbles and Buttercup were floating at her side. The professor had rushed up stairs and was standing in the doorway, light pouring in from the hall. All of them were in their nightgowns.
"Blossom, you were screaming in your sleep. Are you okay?" asked Bubbles.
"Of course she's not okay, Bubbles. She's sweating cold," said Buttercup.
"Blossom, what happened?" asked the Professor.
Blossom was thankful to have her family that loved her. However, she didn't want to worry them over something as little as a dream. She also wanted her sisters to know that she was still a confident and reliable leader and no dream was going to change that.
"I'm alright. I just had a bad dream. Don't worry about it," she replied.
"Are you sure? I've never heard you scream like that even when we're fighting the worst of villains," replied Buttercup.
"Yeah, It was just a really scary nightmare," she said.
"Want to talk about?" asked Bubbles.
"No, thanks. I'd rather just get back to bed," she said.
"Well, if you ever need anything, we're always here for you," said the professor.
Bubbles climbed into her bed, which was the middle bunk, and Buttercup climbed into her bed, the bottom bunk. The professor closed the door and returned to his own bed.
After they had all gone back to sleep Blossom decided to do the same and get as much rest as she possibly could. Tomorrow was a busy day and she would need the rest.
Midnight: the darkest hour of the day. The street lamps and the bright white sphere in the sky were the only sources of illumination. The paved streets were well kept. A sign on a traffic light designated the street "St. Key." At the end of St. Key stood the Townsville Museum. The Townsville Museum was vast in size and at this time of night had all its lights dimmed. Only a few security guards armed with flashlights and clubs patrolled the hallways.
Silently, three dark figures landed on the top of the dome shaped roof that was made of glass. The three individuals were clad in black. They had ski masks to cover their faces and pushed up on their foreheads were sets of night vision goggles. Strapped to their sides were small sacks filled with a variety of devices. Only their eyes were visible. One sported blue eyes, the other barred forest green, and the leader adorned crimson red.
The one with blue eyes reached into his sack and pulled out a glass cutter. He carefully cut a hole in the glass equal in size to a phone booth. He then pulled a suction cup device out of his sack and put it to the glass. With careful precision he lifted the cut of glass out of its place and gently put it down near the side of the hole. All three figures dropped in the hole. Well before they reached the floor they stopped and hovered several feet above the many lasers and cameras that they knew were in the area.
The red eyed leader scanned the room. The only light in the room was from the full moon. Various artifacts were encased in glass and open for display. He spotted one camera that was surveying the direction he wanted to proceed in. He squinted his eyes and unleashed a concentrated stream of laser energy that fried the lens of the camera. He then reached into his sack and pulled out a spray can of water. He sprayed a misty cloud of water in front of him and watched as the laser lights reflected off the tiny droplets. Stealthily the three figures moved on, careful to avoid disturbing any of the laser beams.
They went down a rather crooked hallway that was laden with lasers. Guided by the mist from the leader's spray can they carefully avoided all the beams.
When they reached the end of the hallway, they suddenly heard foot steps coming from the right. Quickly they pressed their backs against the right wall. A security guard strolled by carelessly whistling an unknown tune and holding a newspaper. He sat down on a bench that was located near some dinosaur fossil models and began to read the paper. His back was towards the three figures.
"How on earth did the Giants beat the Patriots?" mumbled the guard.
The leader wanted to leave as little evidence of their presence there as possible. However, he didn't know how long the guard was going to be there. If the guard was there too long, then he and his team might be spotted by another guard that could be passing by. There was no other choice. He motioned to his green eyed accomplice to take the guard out.
His accomplice's eyes lit up with joy as he immediately bolted to the guard and struck him in the back of his head. The blow was silent, swift, and precise. The man went limp, fell to the side, and collapsed on the bench.
"Hopefully when he wakes up he will assume that he just fell asleep reading the paper," thought the leader.
He then looked down the hall to his right. There was a door labeled "B-432 Roman Civilization." His eyes were filled with delight upon finding his goal, but then became filled with horror as he realized that there was a video camera on the wall above the door and it was looking in the direction of the knocked out guard. He scolded himself in his thoughts for not being more careful. Quickly, he burned out the lens with a concentrated stream of his laser vision. With any luck, his accomplice might not have been in the camera's view long enough to be identified.
He then motioned for both of his comrades to head to the door. They swiftly and stealthily made their way to the door. The leader jiggled the handle and found that it was locked. Not a problem, he thought. He rushed over to the unconscious guard and took the ring of keys from his belt. He then flipped through them until he found a key with "B-432" imprinted on the head. He put the key in the door and it fit like a glove. With the door unlocked he opened it just a crack, then sprayed a cloud of mist inside. There were no lasers.
He then opened the door all the way and entered. There were no windows in the room to allow moonlight inside and all the lights had been switched off. It was pitch black. Each of the three thieves dawned their night vision goggles and searched the room. They immediately discarded the vast variety of artifacts and displays about the room. What they wanted was on a stand in the center of the room encased in glass.
In the center of the room was a large vase with markings that paid homage to the ancient Roman god Hades. The vase was filled with dust that happened to be the remains of a Roman of the time. The leader sprayed a cloud of mist around the glass case. The sides of the case were covered in lasers. Only a single laser protected the top of the case. The leader motioned for his blue eyed assistant to take care of the case and his green eyed assailant to take care of the laser.
The green eyed thief reached into his sack and pulled out a small mirror and some measuring tape. Most laser alarm systems worked by using a laser to measure the distance to the other side of the wall. If something were to pass through the beam and the length of the laser was shortened, it would set off the alarm. He made a precise estimate with the measuring tape of where the middle of the beam was and slowly cut the beam with the mirror. He made sure that the beam was being reflected at a point on the opposite wall that left the beam with exactly the same length it would have had if it were facing straight. He held it with steady hands in that position.
The one with blues eyes then made a circular incision in the top of the glass case and used the suction cup to lift it out of place. This allowed the leader to reach into the vase. He fumbled around inside the vase until he found what he was looking for: a shiny metal object that could not be properly seen in the amount of light given in the room. He stuffed the object in his sack and motioned to his companions that the job was finished.
The one with blue eyes replaced the glass and the one whose gaze was green removed the mirror. After locking the door and giving the guard back his keys the three headed out the same way that they had entered. Just before they left, the leader used his laser vision to weld the glass hole in the roof back together. To the untrained eye, it appeared as if they were never there. With that finished the three flew away, victorious in their mission.