The blue sun was bright in the sky, lighting up the busy streets of Berlim.

People strolled up and down the sidewalks and among them were Champion and Pretty Boy on an errand for the house. A broad smile was splayed across his face as Champion bashed in the sunlight. However, Pretty Boy was frowning with his arms folded over his chest. Champion glanced over to his pouting companion.

"What's wrong?" He asked getting a growl in return.

"Not only do I have to run an errand in this unbearable heat after I worked 3 hours to get my hair this perfect," Pretty Boy complained, poking his bottom lip out, "but I couldn't find my mirror this morning. I bet it was Rockie and Triton who took it. Those two know how I am without my mirror."

Champion chuckled under his breath as the boy whimpered for his loss.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, your hair hasn't fell out of place."

"Yeah, thanks a lot," Pretty Boy grumbled, then unfurled his arms and looked down at them. "Ew, now I'm starting to sweat-"

"AAAAAHHHHHH" they heard a woman scream and then suddenly the windows of a store a couple buildings ahead of them shattered as two figures jumped through. The boys eyes flew out of their sockets at the sight.

Standing before them were two women; one was bald-headed wearing a pink hockey mask and the other had gold, bouncy hair with two spiral horns sprouting from her forehead. Both women were completely naked carrying sacks filled with jewelry.

People watched the scene in horror and some in lust. The two women searched around the area then started to run, but Champion stepped in front of them.

"You want to rethink that?" The fire magic asked as his hands flamed up.

The women looked at each other then looked back at the teen.

"I'll take that as a no," Champion settled on and took a fighting stance.

The women looked to each other again, then the one with the mask on suddenly ran up and kicked Champion in his chest. The boy flew back into another building across the road, sending bricks out into the streets. Watchers screamed and ran from the collapsing store. The dust cleared up to show Champion knocked out among the rubble.

The women whirled around to face Pretty Boy.

"Whoa," Pretty Boy said quickly throwing up both hands in surrender.

They stared at him for a second before turning to run up the street.

"Shit crackers," Pretty Boy gasped and clasped at his chest while taking deep breaths as he watched the women's retreating ass- backs. Then he looked over at Champion and the crowd gathering around him. "Damn."

Intro: Helena, My Chemical Romance

10

Holy shit, It's raining naked chicks!

In DC's main hall...

"What'cha got?" King asked from his side of the table that was surrounded by books. Ricky sat across from him, reading from a piece of paper. Scattered notes were laying around his side.

Ever since the egg situation, King has been making it his mission to search every store and athenaeum to gather as much information as possible. However, with so little evidence, the master was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Nothing new. It's all just like the kid said. This way of communicating has been long gone. Nobody even knows about this anymore. And for the egg to be reacting means this guy is still breathing."

"So, Arius is alive out there somewhere? Sonuvabitch," King sighed, leaning back in his seat and rubbing his hands down his face. He was tired in every category possible and this just put the cherry on the shit sundae.

"It's gotta be the only answer." Ricky answered not looking up from the notes.

"That bastard has disrespected me and my family, so I don't care what it takes or how long, but he will pay." King growled as he clenched his jaw and fists.

"Spot on with that one," Ricky chuckled, and looked at King over the paper. "We'll eventually figure somethin' out. There's just a missing link in all of this."

"What I don't get is why not come talk to us in person like a man instead of making up an objective that almost got my children killed," The master roared and slammed his fist down, shaking the table which knocked down a few books and sent some notes fluttering off.

Ricky just stared at him, letting King have his moment and calm down before he spoke, "Unless he's declaring war."

"Yeah? Then we'll just show him why he fucked up." A smile grew on King's face then he laughed and Ricky joined in. The master stood up and bent down to pick up the books from the floor when a bolded title caught his attention.

"The Lyn Prophecy?" King questioned out loud getting Ricky's attention.

The guild's door burst open and Pretty Boy swayed through, dragging an unconscious Champion on his shoulder.

"Help! Help me please somebody, he's so heavy." Pretty Boy cried out as he struggled to hold the boys' weight.

King and Ricky stood and raced the stairs to help.

"What happened?" King asked as he took a hold of Champion.

"T-t-there were t-these girls... N-naked girls and they just. They just jumped through and... they were so strong-"

"Wait a minute, okay? Now take a deep breath and calm down." King instructed calmly to the fretting teen. "Now, tell us calmly what happened."

"Yeah, and start with the part 'bout the naked ladies." Ricky added in with a grin.

Pretty Boy took a deep breath and dramatically explained to them what had happened, highly emphasizing about himself, as they carried Champion downstairs and laid him on a couch.

"But King, they were really strong. I mean, they did that," Pretty Boy pointed towards Champion, "With one hit."

King placed his hands on his hips as he chewed his lip, trying to take in the situation. "And you said a woman did this?" He asked raising a brow at the smart teen.

Pretty Boy nodded his head as he rubbed his left elbow anxiously.

Ricky huffed. "So, what you think?"

"To be honest with you," Pretty Boy said with a sigh. "It all happened so fast that I really couldn't focus on them, but I got this. I couldn't read from them."

"And they were stealing jewelry?" King asked giving Pretty Boy his full attention.

"Yes sir."

"Hmm," King hummed, nodding his head and taking a few steps away from them. He gave a two finger signal for Ricky to step closer and the man joined the master's side. "What do you think?"

"Girls gone wild," Ricky joked with a chuckle, "But, I don't know. It's really bleak right now. Two naked girls with bags full of jewelry. Only one place I can think of that'll have action."

The left side of King's lips curled up. "The Lauza."

"I was going to say the pawn shop, but yeah. What lady can resist going to the Lauza after nabbing all that loot. If they're smart, they're probably cashing it in now."

"Smart," King nodded along. "We'll catch them there. Nobody messes with an Hindentt and gets away with it." Then he turned toward his boys and noticed Champion starting to stir. "Get him to Doc when he come to. We're going to find the women who did this." King stated as he and Ricky headed towards the staircase.

"Okay." Pretty Boy said.

"Tell your mother we'll be at the Lauza looking for them and'll be back before dinner."

"Wait... No, King-" Pretty Boy started, taking a few steps forward.

"Don't worry, we got this. You just watch over your brother." He waved the teen off then opened the door and walked out.

"They're-" The boy tried again.

"See ya kid." Ricky said then closed the door behind them.

"They're not actually living." Pretty Boy said to the quiet room, then huffed. "They didn't even have nipples." He shuddered.

...

King and Ricky sat on a bench that was perched outside of the Lauza, in Earth terms, the beach. It wasn't as full as most days, but it was halfway filled with women, young children and elderly people. The clear purple waves splashed against the orange grainy sand. The shops behind them had a few stragglers coming and going. Ricky slurped from a foam cup he'd purchased from a nearby shack and King was munching on a fried baby krakken on a stick. It was the size of his forearm. They passively scoped the place.

"So," Ricky started, slurping from his soda, then clicked his tongue. "When we find these women, what are we suppose to do?"

"Num num, fight'em," King answered while chewing a huge chunk of meat and then turned to lick the grease from his fingers. "What do you mean? They're obviously magic. You saw what they did to Champion."

"I know. Look brotha, we can't be out here attacking women in broad day. And at the Lauza of all places. It's not like we need any more attention from the counsel than we already get."

"When we find them," King mumbled, eating the remaining meat from the stick.

"We got nothing on them. Besides them running 'round ass out, we got that one wore a mask and what good is that goin'a get us. And yeah, they might be magic, but we don't know what we're up against. The boy said he couldn't get a read from them which means they could not be magic. You rushed out here blind and that's not like you," Ricky huffed a dry laugh when King's face scrunched up.

King eyed the other man with a huff. "You're beside me too ain't it?"

"Yeah because I'm behind my master no matter how stupid his decisions are." Ricky retorted back. "What's been going on with you lately?" He asked, truly concerned as he placed his cup to the ground.

"They hurt Champion." King spoke softly.

"Ya think I don't know that. Brotha, are you hearing me?"

"I'm listening." King answered nonchalantly.

Ricky grunted, "That's not the same."

"Target at 2 o'clock." King jolted upright, startling Ricky when he slammed his palm flat against his chest. They both looked to the right to see two women dashing across the sand with bags in their hands. And what tipped it off; they both were naked. Both women had rainbow paper masked a top their heads. Fit the profile, right?

"King-"

"I got this." King grinned, tossing his greasy stick back and stood to his feet to walk towards the ladies.

He walked unto the sand, dodging around people until he stopped to face the oncoming women running at him fast.

"Ladies," he smiled charmingly, yet they just split around him and kept on running. King slowly did a 180 and watched them. "The hard way then."

The women continued their joy run as they laughed freely.

"Who was that creep?" The one on the right asked.

"Forget about him, babe. Let's party!" The other one shouted, then the two woohoo-ed excitedly. Out of nowhere a force jerked them forward. King tackled the girls down and wrestled with them through the sand.

"Get off of me."

"Sicko."

"Pervert."

"RAPE"

King ignored the comments, too focused on untangling one woman's bag from her hand. Once he had the bag, he laughed.

"What's in the bag?" He slyly asked, reaching into the bag only to pull out... a strap on. "What?"

"Heeyah," One woman cried out and kicked King right in his sack.

"My boys," he wheezed out, grasping his junk.

The next thing King felt was an electric current shocking his muscles before he fell back to the sand unconscious. The crowd watched as mothers grabbed their children close. Some guards ran to the scene.

Ricky chuckled lowly, hiding his face as he watched the whole thing unfold. He let out a deep breath, placing his hands to his hips and shook his head disappointingly as he saw the guards handcuffing and lifting their guild master from the ground while talking to the women. "Dumbass."

Berlim's downtown marketplace...

Parker stared at the necklace set that sat along the wood plank attached to a jewelry stand. They were all nice, but her heart longed for the silver necklace with a sapphire amulet in the shape of wings. She really wanted it, but it was pretty pricey.

And the sad part was that the market place was were you could purchase items at very affordable prices, but even then, some things were still expensive.

"Little lady. Are you going to buy something or just take up all the air." The booth owner aggressively said as he leaned on his left elbow against the plank.

Parker blushed, embarrassed at being caught, and stammered, "N-no, I was just looking. I really like the sapphire one."

"Oh yeah, it cost a pretty coin that one does." The man said, looking at Parker and then he lifted his eyebrows. "I bet that necklace'll look real pretty 'round your neck. I'm willing to negotiate if you're..." the man leered, "willing."

"How kind, but umm..."

"Parker!" Young voices called out to the young lady causing her to turn her head and see Lacey, Daisy, and Triton playing behind her. She'd almost forgotten what she had really came for.

"So?" the man asked with a crooked smirk, "How bad do you want it?"

"I really want it. It would mean the world to me if I had it." Parker stated, eyes wide and gleaming. "Just name your-"

"Parks!"

"Par-Ker!"

Parker took a breath, "I'm sorry, but I'm really busy right now. I'll be sure to come back tomorrow." She said sincerely. Triton ran up and latched onto her arm and tugged on it.

"Parks, come on. The Rowdy triplets are about to light up their giant dragon rocket and I don't want to miss it." The boy exclaimed, excitedly dragging Parker away from the stand. "Hurry."

"Okay, we can go, but not too close. We don't want anybody getting hurt." Parker told the children as they started to walk. "After, we have to do what we came here for- oof," she groaned when she accidentally bumped into somebody. Hands grabbed a hold of her biceps to keep her steady.

"I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz." Parker laughed abashed and looked up at the man.

He wore a long, gray coat with thin broken glasses on his face and black curly hair. He smiled sweetly at Parker. "No. You're perfect." He rasped, going to thumb her cheek, but she leaned away throwing him a questioning look.

Crashing and thumping caught their attention and they turned and watched as the jewelry stand was raided by two women. One had the worker in a choke hold and the other one was loading the merchandise in a bag, including the sapphire wing necklace.

Parker's skin bristled as she stepped forward, "Wait a second."

Snap Snap. The man snapped his fingers, causing the ladies to stop and exit the stand. The lady holding the worker flung him back crashing into the stand. One was partially clothed with some kind of red sheet and the other one wore only yellow panties. A chunk of her face around the left eye was missing, revealing wires and cords underneath.

Parker paused. Triton, Lacey, and Daisy crept closer to their older sister's legs, fear on their faces.

"They are beautiful aren't they?" the man spoke up from behind the four and he took slow and measured steps until he was in front of the women. "I've worked hard to get them so," he smiled and grabbed a hand of theirs each, then brought them up to his lips for a kiss, "perfect."

"P-Park-ker c-can we g-go," Lacey shakily mumbled, squeezing Parker's leg tightly and hiding her face. "H-he... he's s-s-scarying m-me." Tears glossed her eyes.

Parker looked down to see the other two frighten and close to tears as well. She frowned and then glared over at the man. "Who are you?"

"Who me? I go by many names, not to gloat, but you shall call me, Dollhouse and these are my prized creations." He said, smiling proudly as he took steps until he was behind the women. "My dolls. Feast your eyes on my masterpiece and if your intent is to stop me then go right ahead. I've been waiting to test them out anyway."

... Brain break ...