"Ready. Set. Action!"

My visions blurred as I tried to force myself awake. My head felt heavy and there was a shooting pain coming from my forehead. I went to feel my head, and when I looked at my hands they were red. Was I bleeding?

"Hey stand still," A familiar voice spoke, "can't have you bleeding on set!"

My vision was still blurry and the pangs in my head were getting worse as the mysterious voice dabbed a cloth on my head.

"That explosion was a little ruff on you." My vision became clearer and I realized who was tending to my wounds. Red hair topped I Firez head as he continued to pat down what blood he could get rid off.

I grabbed his hand and pushed him away from me, still in a drunk like gaze.

I Firez glared at me. "I'm just trying to do my job."

"Why- what?" I mumbled, "where are we?"

"I'm not going to hurt you. I've been forced here to," I Firez threw the rag at me. "Well all I know is that Andor's daddy issues are going to be solved."

"-what?" I tried to lean up, and realized I was sitting on a chair, a white chair with a booth in front.

On that booth was buzzer and instead of I Firez being in his cloak, he was in a bleach white suit. Don't worry though, enough red glitter was complimenting the whole ensemble to give me another headache.

Hope laid flat against my leg also knocked out, except thank god she didn't have any bruises or cuts.

I shook her until her heavy eyelids started to open.

"Kid," I shook her some more. "Wake up."

"What." She groaned, propping herself on her arm. "Where are we?"

I glanced up from the booth. In front of us was a row of seats, which were only filled with three audience members. Andor, Martha, and Dianite. All three were in some comatose sleep. The Wizards, other then I Firez, were in bright orange maintenance outfits which they were sporting elegantly.

To the left and right of Hope and I was one identical booth. Tucker and Sonja, were sitting in one, rubbing their heads and just waking up. Tom drooling on the one booth, and Wag trying to ignore him, wide awake, sitting in the same booth as him.

"What the fuck is going on-?" I said aloud, but I was interrupted.

Gobos on top of us started flashing red and white lights, the house lights turned off and I couldn't see the sleeping faces of Martha, Andor, and Dianite anymore.

Then some jazzy music started playing as I Firez snapped along.

He pointed to the audience of three, still sporting his new Tux. All of my team, including Wag, still perplexed with the same questions as me. Except Tom, of course, but he was still passed out cold.

"Helloooooo RUXOMAR!" I Firez led his words down into an unnaturally low tone. "And this is a new show I like to call-" I Firez spun 360 degrees and pointed back at the audience "-Answer The Overly Personal Questions Right or You Blow Up!"

I heard slow clapping and booing from Dianite.

"What a catchy title." Hope commented groggily, her head sitting on the booths table.

"Catchy like a disease," Wag snarked.

I Firez folded his hands overtop his lap. "Now any questions before we start the gameshow."

Sonja raised her hand.

"Yes," I Firez asked.

"Yeah," Sonja started off nonchalantly. She cleared her throat. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING HERE!" She screamed in such a high pitched tone that I thought the gobos were going to shatter and die.

I Firez cleared his throat too, but a lot more calmly. "Well that's a good question. By what Data I have came across is that someone hacked in Dianites little cube home, stole our powers, and is now using them for evil to make a T.V show-"

"Why am I involved?" Wag yelled out.

"You helped them save Andor. Your part of the problem," I Firez pointed to Wag.

"Bloody hell," Wag mumbled, sinking down into his seat.

I Firez practically glided over to Tom and Wags seat. I Firez have one solid long look at the sleeping Tom. He waved his hand, grabbing an Airhorn in midair. He put the airhorn up to Tom's ear and made a loud enough noise that Tom woke up.

I also sensed that the airhorn woke up the rest of the audience because I heard a gasp from Martha, and I heard someone falling of a chair, which was probably Andor.

Tom raised his head calmly. We all waited for a blow up as Tom peered into the stage lights as he tried to figure out what was going on.

The his eyes widened, and Tom was quiet for a few more moments until. "Where the bloody hell are we!?"

"On a game show," Hope answered abruptly.

"Okay so the idea of this game is to help your team bonding," I Firez explained, whisking up a match of notes cards and shuffling them in his hand.

He spun around again, holding the note cards more steadily, pointing at my booth. "So Jordan-"

Oh boy...

"I'm going to ask Hope a question," he explained "and I want you to tell me what you think she would answer. Let's see how well you two actually know each other."

"Wait," Hope questioned, "so I'm not asking the question-" she continued to try to stall.

We have to find a way to brake this spell, or whatever is making the Wizards do this. We have to brake their bond to the core and give it back to Dianite.

"Now Hope," I Firez cleared his throat, holding up card uno, "I want you to think about what you would answer carefully."

I Firez took a deep breath, trying to get as much power in his voice as possible. "Why do you think your an orphan?-"

Hope was immediately taken back, for obvious reasons. "What?"

"-is it because," I Firez held up one finger, "- A. You were a disappointment and they wanted to get rid of you. B. They were brutally murdered.-" I Firez held up three fingers.

I blinked slowly, trying to wrap around my brain what would posses a person to ask a question like that. Better yet this could give me clues to who planned all this. Maybe if we continued on long enough with the game, we could figure out who bound themselves with the Wizards.

"-or C.-" I Firez continued, as Hope listed pale in the face, more pale then normal. "-you were a freak of nature and fate killed off your parents to smite them for having another half angel child."

There was a long pause. No one dared say a word.

"What-?" Hope spoke out meekly. She looked as if she was going to be sick, and she held her chest as if her heart was going to beat out of her body. "How do you know these things-?"

"-just reading off the script, dearest." I Firez answered. "Now Jordan, which choice do you think Hope has chosen. A, B, or C."

So the idea is to know your teammate best. Maybe if we get through the game we get out. So maybe I should try to play the game.

So why would Hope think her parents got rid of her? What would Hope decided happened? I can't decided the obvious answer, which is B. I have the pick the one she would think, and as I know that she is self loathing it's probably-.

"A," I answered. "She guessed A."

I Firez looked up dramatically to the red and white gobos, taking a deep breath. He held tightly to the bow tie of his bleach white and red glittery suit. He then quickly moved his head down to look back at us.

"Yoooouuuu arrrre," he stalled out his words as long as possible, adding dramatic affect as gameshow hosts do. "CORRECT!" He shouted so loud, no wonder he didn't have a mic.

"But you didn't even ask me-"

I Firez shushed Hope. "We all knew what you were going to answer sweetheart. You hate yourself."

Some more music started to play. This time it was more of an elevator music mixed with "I'm not copyrighted because this show can't afford it".

I Firez went to his deep and gritty gameshow host voice. "Oh you know what that music means."

"No we don't!" Martha screamed out from the audience. "Let us go!"

"No one asked you audience." I Firez appeared with a red bucket in his hand. He snapped his fingers, and a glass beaker formed out of white smoke in front of Team Mianite and, what looked to be, Team Dianite's booths.

I Firez glided over to the Mianite's beaker. "See now these beakers are going to filled with," He poured half of the buckets components into the beaker.

The liquid that was now in the beaker was a shade of blood red, an unnaturally bright shade of blood red. I could feel the heat radiating from the bucket. It was a human type of heat, that was human blood, or blood from something that used to be alive.

"-is going to be filled with the blood of the monster of fear. Very rare I don't know how we had the budget for this stuff."

"The monster of what?" I yelled out, gripping the side of my booth. "You mean fears a thing."

"-not really your fear," I Firez looked up at the gobos again, collecting his thoughts, carefully thinking of the next word he should say. "Well I can't speak anymore. You know spoilers."

I Firez went over to the beaker by the Dianites and put the rest of the buckets remnants in it.

"How does he know all of this," Hope whispered to me. Her skin was pale white, and she still looked ill. Her eyes were shining with 'wake up call' in them.

"I don't think it's him speaking," I answered, following I Firez with my eyes. I could only feel pity for the man because I knew he was still in their, screaming to escape. "He's been possessed. A real Wizard wouldn't tell us anything."

Hope glanced up at me for some reassurance because for once I'm pretty sure she didn't think we were getting out of this.

I smiled as bright as I would let myself. "We'll figure it out kid."

I Firez went back to the front of the stage, facing the audience. He spun the bucket around in his hand. I could see the blood that was left in the bottom of the bucket slip down to his palm, and it burned his skin. Still he didn't notice, his eyes were blank. The wizard we knew wasn't there, he was trapped.

"Now," I Firez went back to his explaining voice, "if those beakers fill up the whole way, you will get drenched by that blood, and trust me," I Firez let out a rich sinister laugh, "you don't want that."

He cleared his throat again, wiping the evil smirk of his face as easily as if it was a dry erase board. "Next question, for Tom. What was it like to kill your god. Was it A. Fun, B. Heartbreaking, or C. The only choice you ha-"

I Firez suddenly stopped talking, and his face went to a confused grimace. He seemed to be fighting two voices in his head. He grabbed the bucket, more blood dropped off onto his skin and burned him.

I Firez held up the bucket to his ear, like it was a telephone. "Hello- yes- hel- hello." He sat down on the stage, hiding his head with his hands, "were not- were not what." His voiced raised, and he peeked up his head a bit, almost out of shock. "Were not getting good ratings!"

He lowered his head again, going back into whisperings that I couldn't hear. It almost seemed more like a chant then a phone conversation.

He stood up, bucket still to ear. "Yeah okay. I'll brake the news." He held out his hand, bucket still with it. Then he dropped the bucket, braking the silence as everyone watched I Firez with complete curiosity.

"Such a shame kids," I Firez shrugged, "shows been canceled." His face went gloomy as he glared at us. "Now get out."

He snapped his fingers.

We were the audience now.

Hope, Jordan, Sonja, Tucker, even Wag. We sat in the red stage seats. Almost glued to the chairs. Forced by some sort of magic to watch the new revamped show.

No one knew how to get out of this. We had never dealt with magic like this. Something that made us work like puppets. We were pretty much screwed, except I could see in Jordan's eyes that the gears in his mind were on. He was thinking of some plan.

I leaned up in my seat, which even took a lot of force, to get a better look at the stage. My arms were still glued to the arms of the chair, but I could see who were the stars of the show now.

The old audience, Martha, Andor, and Dianite, were sitting three different cushioned chairs that actually would seem very comfortable if the three didn't look so constricted. They were pressed down in their seats, not even given an extra inch of tether. There needed to be extra strength to keep them down, I guessed.

I also saw, to my horror, four more cushioned seats filled, Ianite and Steve were sitting in the seats on the right with Andor. On the left with Dianite and Martha surprised.

Helgrind froze with fear in the final chair. His chest rose up and down as he breathed hard, trying to grasp air. He had dirt painted on his face, and he had bruises on every part of his body I could see. Is this what Mianite did to him because he let Andor escape.

The seat in the middle was obvious. I Firez sat with his hands folded, still in the same suit. The half of his face that was splattered by the blood of fear melted even more. The skin on the side of his face was bubbled and blistered like a bad sunburn. His red pupils were almost gone, and his eyes had almost all of the life drained out of them. We needed to save him soon.

"With a quick rewrite I fixed the show up," I Firez, if that was even him anymore, nodded surely. "Talk shows are all the rage. Dr. Phil, Tyra Banks." He paused pointed out to the audience, pointing out to us, "you know what I'm talking about Mr. Sparkles."

Jordan glared at I Firez, hands gripping down on the arms of the chairs. His eyes still trying to think of a plan. "Screw you," Jordan mumbled.

"Now," I Firez tapped the note cards on his leg and leaned up to look at the people in the chairs beside him, "I don't have a girl who think she's having the next Messiah as a child, but there's enough family drama here for a whole season."

"He's not wrong," Hope sighed to herself.

"Where should I start?" I Firez smirked.

Andor looked dumbfounded and a little pissed. You couldn't really blame him though. His failure of a father who he thought was dead was sitting right in front of him.

I Firez noticed as well, "ah yes, right here." He motioned to Andor.

"Leave my son alone!" The King yelled out in a raspy voice.

"Son!?" Steve interrupted with the fiery rage that he only had when he was standing up for somebody he loved. "I was more of a father to him than you were ever, and he wasn't even my own!"

I Firez clapped in a laughing uproar. "Oh this is brilliant, keep on going!"

"Stay out of this loony!" Steve snapped. Then he glared daggers right back to the king. If he wasn't bonded to that chair he would have probably snapped the Kings neck. "What did you want out of the kid anyway!? What was so damn bloody important that you had to brainwash him and ruin what little life he had left after his mum died!?"

The King gulped down what little pride he had left. No matter how shit of a dad the King had been, their was no denying that he wasn't guilty.

"I - just-" the king stammered. He was so bloody and dirty that I almost felt bad, almost. "-I wanted him to be something that I could be proud of." The king spoke meekly, as if the truth hurt to say. "He's my kid after all."

"It's not a kids job to make you proud!" Steve pounded his fist on the arm of the chair. "Kids are there to steal your food and brake your heart, and that's what you should damn well expect out of them! You raise em to be themselves, and if you raised em right, themselves makes you proud!"

I Firez slow clapped. About everyone moved glances to him, either anger or, mostly from the gods, an odd calm. Except Andor, he was still amazed that his abusive dad was still alive.

"You should write a book," I Firez spoke, "You know about parenting and stuff."

"Leave me alone," Steve mumbled.

"So," I Firez motioned to Ianite, Martha, and The King. "What happened with you guys? Teen rebellion go a little to rebellious."

No one answered.

"Got to much tension for your show you fuck!" Sonja yelled, not directly at I Firez though, she moved her vision to the nothingness behind him. The dark pitch black behind the stage. She was yelling at whatever force was making us all their puppets.

The king mumbled something under his breath.

"Hmm," I Firez cupped his ear, which was torn and scared from the blood that he had in the bucket. "I can't hear you. You have a snarky remark to. Your family seems to make a habit of hiding your insecurities behind sarcasm."

"Which rebellion?" The King mumbled louder. "Because I might as well start another one." There was mockery and scorn in his voice, and he was definitely going to hide his guilt behind sarcasm. "That's what people seem to do when they get mad, start rebellions."

I heard a chair slam back on the floor. Andor stood up, his chair sprawled behind him. He mustered up so much energy from sitting and sulking that he broke the spell and threw the poor chair to the floor.

The King sat stiffly in his chair, gripping the arms in fear. He paled and could only look at his son, how finally said something back.

Okay this is kinda entertaining.

It got less entertaining though because I could feel the tension get thicker- if that was possible. The King actually seemed scared. Andor didn't even move an inch, he was probably more scared of the scars that his dad's left on his arm then about how made he is at his dad.

Still Helgrind feared for his own life, like he always does. Even at the moment that his son deserved the most pity.

"Alright this is getting out of hand." I Firez stood up, holding out his hand to his right.

The seat that had been thrown to the ground sat back upright all on its own and Andor was thrown back into his chair. Stiffly sitting upright. He was out of breath, upset, trying not to scream out some more choice words.

Hope, on the other hand, seemed to have had enough energy to get up the whole time because she stood up from that chair so fast that if we weren't bound to the audience, she would have had I Firez hanging as one of those Gobos.

"Let us go. You've had your fun," She yelled, fists clenched. She was itching to have her bow.

"No, No, No," I Firez scolded, standing up from his chair. He started to saunter around the stage like a caged tiger. "Actually I could use all this anger if I had a safer environment. No death, and if their is an injury the privileged family can pay for the medical bills."

I Firez though some more. Pacing and pacing.

Jordan on the other hand, was bright eyed looking at the ceiling. He had almost cracked the case, he just needed a chance to get to the case.

He whispered something to Hope that looked a lot like "boost me."

I Firez spun around to us, the audience, with his gameshow host spin. His voice went into a low grumble that was supposed to be charming. "Can you guess what the setting is."

"Err," Jordan spoke quickly, trying to keep I Firez busy as Hope gathered enough strength to get back up. "Upstate New York."

"Nope," I Firez gave a ridged smirk, "close though."

He brought his hands up, his concentration going to his mind where he was mumbling another scripted spell. His smirk went into a bright smile, an insane smile. I notice that almost all of the color in his eyes were gone.

"A sitcom!"