His day had been going on as it normally did. He trained with Nova, built with Otto,

slept through Gibsons lesson, and went on a date with Jinmay. He was now walking

back to the robot to meditate with Antauri, a task he was greatly looking forward to.

He smiled slightly at the thought of his mentor, his hands in his pockets. He pulled out

his walk-man and placed his bright orange headphones on his ears, while turning on

and up his favorite song.

I can, not find, a way to describe it.

Its there, inside. All I do is hide...

He hummed along quietly, music vibrating in his ears.

I wish, that it, would just go away.

What would, you do? You do, if you knew.

What would you do?

He paused, mid-step, music still playing and turned to face the figure now standing

before him.

He calmly removed his headphones, placing them around his neck, still humming the song.

"Hello oh, Chosen One," the figure rasped, clawed hand raising in mock salute.

Chiro said nothing, still humming his song.

"Fearless as always, aren't we?" growled the Formless in Skeleton King's voice.

Chiro halted his hum, and stared intently at the Formless. "Why are you here?"

"Simply to deliver a message," smirked the Formless, like a child dying to tell a secret.

"Well? What?"

"For five days time, starting tomorrow, somewhere on Shuggazoom, my assassins will appear.

You must defeat all five by the end of the five days, one a day. If you fail, you die."

"But be warned," he smirked, "For when the assassin sees you he will immediatly attack you.

"Why are you telling me?" Chiro asked confusion in his eyes.

"Because I want to see your pain when you die, even having known what was to happen. And also-"

he paused seemingly in thought, "I don't think you would appreciate the red primates death just yet."

Chiro's hands shook with rage, 'So thats where Sprx was!' His eyes glowed red with hatred. "I-"

He was cut off, "Oh, and one more thing. You may not reveal the terms to your team. They may help you,

but only with the last assassin. They take the form of anything. Your worst enemy, your best friend.

Trust no one."

Chiro stopped shaking, his eyes returning to their original saphire color. He stuck out his hand and with a

sad look said, "I accept those terms."

The Formless smirked and grasped his hand.

"Then let the games begin."