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John-Harry | "The Twins" | Midas' house

John had never meant to do such an evil thing as ruin Christmas. It had been his stupid, wannabe criminal mastermind twin who had had those ideas. John had never been involved in crime before. That was until his body had fused with the thief in an unfortunate accident with John's time machine. It had been about two years since the Twins had fused together, but they were younger than they should be, because they kept traveling through time and space. They had both decided to stay where they were currently, at that time period, since it didn't necessarily bother any of them.

John snapped back to the present. It was no time to dream. There was a lot of action going on in that house. He had seen a group of armed men go in. He had then moved to a place where he was hidden in the shadows but could still see through a crack in the garage door, which was ajar. He saw a lot of commotion coming from the garage, and he saw two men fighting. One fell on top of the other and seemed to stay there, as if something heavy didn't let him get up. Then he heard the men talk.


"We caught this guy skulking about outside with some kind of strange device," one of them said.

Then the one on the floor answered, "That wasn't me! Well, it was, but you don't understand-"

The other men payed him no heed. They got him and cuffed him, seemingly not believing him. But John knew that even if they did not believe him fully, they would still go out to check who the man with the strange device had been. And that man was John.

The armed men took a heavy-looking jacket off from the burglar and started to escort him outside. John watched as the burglar and the house's owner looked at each other and exchanged a silent dialogue. There was going to be some more fighting, John was sure of it. But he couldn't just stay and stare. He would get caught eventually. So there was only one choice left.

John had never imagined a situation like that would come to his hands, but he knew what he had to do. In order not to be caught, he had to side with the bad guys.

But I can't just fight the armed men bare-handed, he thought, I must use my brain. Think.

His eyes went down to his remote controller. The lights in the building were already off, so he couldn't do much with that. An idea crept into his mind. There seemed to be a lot of machinery around the garage. Without knowing what would really happen or whether his plan would work, John's hands started automatically tinkering with the machine. It only took him a few seconds. He examined the remote in his hands quickly, and sighed.

I must be going crazy. He pressed a button on the remote.

Immediately, every single electronic device in the garage turned on. Fortunately for the distraction's sake, those devices included the cars. All five sports cars roared to life. The lights in the garage turned on. The house's alarm started wailing. All five horns from the cars blared in unison.

Maybe it wasn't true that John was evil. Maybe his fusion with Harry Smith was affecting him more than he thought. Unwillingly, unconsciously, a smile crept to his lips. He didn't like the chaos he had just created. He exulted in it.

Q | Somewhere in the streets | December 24
*

I first appeared in a train station. No one seemed to be around at first, until I walked up some stairs. I had never been close to that many people at once before. Observing them, yes, but now they were moving all around me, pushing each other, each one in terrible rush and carrying bags and boxes of all shapes and sizes. Most of them were adults, as much as I knew; their bodies and sizes suggested so, and the way they talked. I spotted some children as well, but they weren't carrying that many things - they would mostly stand around their adults and chew on something, or speak in a slightly different language. Their adults seemed to understand their language, while the little ones apparently couldn't quite figure the language of other adults. It was strange. Strange and fascinating, how they talked and created little clouds before their faces. Those clouds didn't seem to bother them - I remembered seeing them before, they were always there as the year would grow old.
I frowned. Was that how they thought about it? It must've been. If each year had twelve months, then in its last, the twelfth, it must've been old already.

Snow started falling around the afternoon, when there were less people in the streets. By then, as I raised my hand to wipe off a snowflake from my face, my skin seemed weird. It was always pretty light, as much as I could compare it to that of the mortals around, but now it got even lighter, and I couldn't quite feel it when I touched my cheek. I should've felt it, every mortal I ever saw seemed to be able to. But instead, I just felt strange kind of tingling as I pressed harder. Was that how they always felt things? It seemed unusual - but then again, everything around me was unusual.
*

By the time night feel over the city, there was no one outside anymore. I could see lights behind some windows, but most of them turned dark as well, safe for dancing lights in different colours which seemed to be popular around this time of the year. I untied my hair as I felt myself changing, and smiled a bit at the wind blowing in my face. Without mortals to push me around, this world didn't look so bad. There was certain kind of beauty in the way they built their cities, so much different from what cities once used to be, and I liked their way of decorating their homes. I wanted to see them from inside, because it had been centuries since I'd last stepped inside of someone's house, but I remembered they always needed to sleep during the night, and I couldn't be sure how they'd react to a stranger waking them up. It was almost funny - they liked to say they believed in one god or more of them, but they couldn't recognise one when staring into their faces. In past eras, people seemed far more aware of our existance; but then again, back then we were different too. Back then I was even younger than I am now, and I wasn't nearly as close to being a god then as I am now. I turned my eyes to the sky, hoping it wouldn't turn light too soon. I liked the darkness and powers that came with it, and the way everything was quiet. I liked how the colourful lights cut through the night too, in all the various shapes and sizes, as I walked down the big street.

I saw only one human on my way, when my legs already started feeling a bit heavier and I concluded my body was getting tired. The human was alone, curled by a wall of some building, and his lips looked blue. He asked me if I came for him as I stepped closer, but all I could do was to shake my head. Up until a short while ago, I would've smiled a bit at the question and offered my hand to him, and then take him on - but it wasn't my duty to do that now, so instead I sat down too and kept looking at the sky and colourful lights across the street. I didn't quite understand why this mortal was sitting outside, if most of them were inside, but I didn't want to ask.

"What are you doing here, Q?" I didn't know the name of the person who approached, but I knew he - it looked like a he at the moment, at least - wasn't a mortal. The human could see him too, I knew from the way their eyes met, and even though I couldn't feel it, I knew his heart stopped beating soon enough. How can mortals reconcile with such short lives? How can they even begin to live properly in those few years they have on their disposal?

"I'm on a task of a sort," I muttered, getting up. "I'm fairly sure you know about it, though. Everyone has heard."

He shook his head. "I know why you're among mortals and looking like one, yes, but you shouldn't be out in the streets at this time." His fingers passed through my wrist instead of gripping it. I could see him, but not touch him - just barely more than any other mortal. "You're only immortal in your mind, Q. You can freeze or starve or get killed or hit by a car.. you're not invincible, even if you have some bits and pieces of powers." He glanced to the east, as if looking through the buildings, towards the rising sun. "Create yourself some money while you're strong enough for that, and find a place to stay. And no mortal with a brain would walk dressed like that in this weather." He turned. "See you around, Q."

| December 25

"I'm not a mortal," I muttered, long after he was already gone, walking towards some park. Coins and papers felt strange in my hand. I knew what money was used for, but I couldn't tell how much I'd had to spend to get something - and I didn't know what I was supposed to get. Place to stay, he said. Clothes.. food? I had no idea what anything tasted, nor what exactly a person in my position should ask for. I can't attract too much attention.
I sighed as I reached a bench, wondering if there would be as many people outside today as it was the day before. There usually wasn't - a lot of them seemed to like spending this day indoors, with all the dancing lights and different boxes they brought home the day before.

I watched as the lights turned on behind many windows, as snow started falling again, turning into a storm in barely a few minutes. I frowned, straightening up. Was it normal for snow to behave like that? I remembered seeing snowstorms before, but nonetheless something seemed wrong, and I didn't like that - especially not while I was barely a bit more than a mortal myself.

I got up, shielding my face so I could see the path in front of me as I took a few steps towards a cafe or restaurant of some sort, which seemed to have been open all night. There had to be food there, and it was a place one could stay at. Mortals liked going to such places, did they not? It had to be a good spot to blend in, and keep myself safe until nightfall.
***

Priscilla Clermont | The White Witch

Earlier that morning, around six in the morning, a cat had been ran over. Around noon, someone has stopped and put the dead carcass in a plastic bag and threw it away. Around one thirty, a dumpster truck came by and took it to the city dump.

All of this she could sense in the air that lingered where the animal was hit. Priscilla frowned at such a tragedy and cursed the human who took it upon herself to throw the cat away. If she hadn't, Priscilla could've brought him back to life.

Some myths believe that you can only resurrect the dead while the soul is intact; as in, the soul has stayed behind because they are not ready to cross over yet. This is not true for animals because they have no soul. Priscilla could have brought the cat back today or she could have brought it back a week from now. Any longer, she isn't sure. She hasn't tried yet.

But whether this applies for humans is a different story, and Pris was going to find a way to bring her dad back or she was going to die trying.

The piece of paper in her hand told her to find Daniel Stone, a selfproclaimed supervillian that requested any and all evil help to destroy Christmas. Which was fine by her, since she had no one to celebrate the holiday with. Plus, she planned on having this man, who claimed to be Midas, turn things into gold so she could sell them and use the money for more research. If he was lying, well.. she'd find a way to make him pay.

Upon arriving at his house, she saw a SWAT team pointing guns at some scrawny looking guy and leading him towards the truck, while another guy followed behind them. He seemed to be casually chatting with a SWAT officer before he suddenly swung a hand out and instantly turned the man's firearm to solid gold! Pris' eyes widened in greed.

Some of the other guards were taken down before someone screamed out and they started to fight against who she assumed was Daniel.

Pris ran forward and touched the ground, sensing a dead dog buried underneath. Her hands started to glow green and she shouted out an alchemic word and slammed the ground. It made a large and deep gash, knocking some officers off their feet. While they stared in shock, a rotting dog slowly crawled out of what seemed like hell, scraps of skin hanging from its bones.

It bared its teeth and, on her command, attacked.

The men, including the ones holding the other guy, made a run for the vehicle and drove away, terrified.

Pris waved her hand and the dog fell back down into the earth, the ground sealing itself. "We need to relocate, and now. It won't be too long before they turn around, and with backup."

Jay Vankleve | Eis | City | About 9:15 am

The wind raged, wild and angry. The storm was growing ever stronger. Jay loved it. This was the kind of weather that made him happy. It was already causing more than enough chaos. Many accidents had already occurred on the roadways as people found themselves suddenly stuck in an unpredicted and terrible blizzard. He could almost laugh at the scared, scampering people as they ran to get out of the weather.

People always sang songs about being nice and cozy in front of a nice warm fire at this time of year, but they were fools. The most desirable weather was always the weather they avoided. A nice chilling kiss from Winter's lovely roaring winds was always far more pleasant than even the smallest of fires.

Jay jumped from the roof top, riding the icy winds like a falling snowflake. His body spun around quickly as he flew through the air, and in a few seconds his body turned to solid ice, then shattered, then melted away like snow next to a candlestick. The storm roared on, traveling across town at an intense pace. The snow flew about in torrents across the city, continuing to freeze all it touched. Jay loved the snow. Jay was the snow, and the snow was him.

He could feel it all; just as if it were a part of him. He could feel every snowflake that fell, every breeze that blew, every change in the sky. The blizzard stopped it's movement, lingering over a portion of the city. He could see all; everything that the blizzard covered. All of it was in his gaze. He could see the waters as they became solid ice before him, through the windows of the houses he could see everyone sitting inside their shelters. He could see it all, the body laying frozen in a lonely alley, the man hiding in the shadows, a few unconscious forms of some members of a SWAT team laying out on the street outside the home of Midas.

"Oh, Midas has been busy too it seems," The icy winds seemed to whisper quietly.

The snow fell and gathered and the icy winds blew. The snow turned to ice in mid flight in front of the house of Midas. As the ice appeared it quickly drew together, forming a smooth, icy body. The ice became flesh, or as close it it ever could. The fleshy ice formed a man. It was a man, a frozen man.

"Hello Midas," Eis spoke, his voice trailing through the air like a quiet but certainly audible breeze, " It seems you had company."

"Yes, but nothing I couldn't handle," Midas replied. He stood there, two other's were beside him. They were not anyone that Eis recognized.

"Who might these be?" Eis inquired of him, as he fixated his gaze upon them. The male returned the stare back to him, the look on his face told Eis that the man was already trying to figure him out. Eis' focus shifted to the woman, and she suddenly shivered as his gaze rested upon her.

"This man here's a burglar who was trying to steal from me just minutes before, and the w-"

"That was a mistake."

"Yes, but I can't say I blame him for trying," Midas responded. "As for the girl, she only appeared a moment ago. She assisted in-"

"I take it you are unaware of the man in the bushes over there then?"

"What man are you talking-"

With a sudden gesture towards the area he had indicated a pillar of ice sprang up, and with it a man was thrown into sight. "This is the man."

Brandon Peck | Midas' house | 9:00

Everything was going like clockwork. Dan was turning their guns to gold, which was a handy trick to have, and Brandon was busy with the Special Forces guys.

For some reason, all of the electrical in the entire property just turned on. Radios blared, lights turned on, and horns honked. It was a perfect distracter for him!

It was difficult fighting with his hands handcuffed. Luckily, they had done it with his hands in front of him, so he had more room. And he had fought in handcuffs a few times before, so it wasn't a big deal.

After headbutting the unlucky one who was closest, the others were on to his game. He smashed the second with his elbow and kicked the third in the chest. He realized he was actually enjoying himself! Daniel was screaming, presumably in pain. Rolling his eyes, he kicked Dan's opponent in the face, sending him to the ground.

Then the weird stuff started happening...

At first there was just a girl watching them across the street. But she didn't look... normal. He noticed that she was touching the ground with her hands, which was weird. Then she hit the ground and yelled something into the cold air, which was even weirder.

Then a creature that looked like it used to be a dog crawled out of a hole that just appeared in Midas' front yard. The girl seemed to be controlling it, because when she yelled an order to it, he attacked the remaining men, scattering them and sending them running like hell towards their truck.

Once they were gone, she yelled another order to the dog. The rotting corpse growled quietly one last time and then it sunk back into the ground from where it had come.

"And I used to like dogs," Midas said quietly.

"We need to relocate, and now. It won't be too long before they turn around, and with backup." The girl said, walking briskly towards them.

"Who the hell are you?" Midas said, kicking a gold gun away from his feet. He walked towards her slowly. "What did you just do? That thing you did, with the electrical sounding off and now that grotesque animal you called up. How did you do that?"

Then a voice came from overhead. "Hello Midas, It seems you have company."

Looking at the speaker, Brandon could say that he was loosely a person. But he looked like he was made of ice. His body looked like a statue carved from a glacier.

Midas and the icy guy talked for a while, exchanging rude remarks all centered on Brandon. He wanted to just reach over and punch him in the face, but it would most likely result with him on the ground again, so he didn't.

Then the guy in the shadows was exposed. He looked anything but normal, a typical super-villain. He seemed to have two heads, the one speaking and focusing on them, the other staring straight ahead, looking and talking to no one.

"I did the electrical stunt, not the girl." He said.

" That's great," Midas said. "Another villain working at my place, and not ruining someone else's Christmas. What happened to all the fun we were going to have?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but is anyone else really cold?" Brandon rubbed his bare arms. "I know that in December its cold to begin with, but it just seems way colder than it should."

The girl snorted. "You're just being a sissy. Its not that cold out here."

"So says the girl with the parka on," Brandon returned. "I'm in my bare sleeves here. My jacket is solid gold right now, so its kind of useless."

"If you guys want," Midas gestured to all four of them. "We could go inside my place for a minute, to get our bearings, warm up and find out where we want to go and what we want to do."

"That's fine with me." Brandon said. "My car keys are kind of golden right now, anyway and I don't want to hot wire it in this weather..."

The girl nodded reluctantly. "We can only stay for a minute... They will be coming back."

The two headed guy walked towards them, keeping a wary eye on the icy guy. "I shall come, too."

Daniel Stone | Midas | Dan's House | 9:20am

"Great, it's a party at mine." Dan flashed them a smile and turned to lead the way back through the garage and into the living quarters of his house. On the way, he gave a wide berth to the cars as they had, afterall, been revving their engines not more than a few minutes ago.

Dan punched the buttons on his gloves to put his golden hands away before pushing open the interior door. He'd learned what happened when you turned doors into very heavy gold things and it wasn't fun.

"Those were merely the footmen, I am certain they will be accompanied by some variety of leader when they return." Eis had a way of speaking that could never be called warm. Nothing about him was anything less than cold, but somehow Midas got a good feeling about the guy. Not exactly all warm and fuzzy, but of all the villains who decided to turn up at his doorstep, he was cool for Eis to be one of them.

"Well if their boss is as dumb as them, it'll be a piece of cake." The burglar seemed to be in good spirits and Dan couldn't help but notice how he was ogling all the gold things in his house.

"Hey, stop scouting my pad," Daniel complained. He felt a shiver run down his back as Eis stepped closer and was pleased to see the burglar wrap his arms more tightly around himself.

"Perhaps we should take the fight somewhere with water," Eis suggested.

"Sure, I think the Senator's got some fountains at his place." They were in the kitchen now and Dan reached into the fridge to pull out a couple of beers. He offered one to the girl and then wondered how old she was. Ah well, corrupting a minor would just be another step to ruining Christmas.

"Why do you want to go to the Senator's?" The two headed guy asked with a confused frown. Midas reached out to put an arm across his shoulder.

"Why, to give him a present of course! Everyone thinks a golden house is so much fun, but people should be careful what they wish for."

Priscilla Clermont | The White Witch

The two men were giving her strange looks, while the one who was being arrested muttered something about liking dogs. She rolled her eyes and felt the wind turn icy. Her blonde hair whipped around her face as a man landed next to her, instantly making her shiver.

While they talked and some man from behind a bush was revealed, she gazed at him. It seemed he had a control over ice, or was it water? Either way, she felt a rush of envy and frowned at him.

The man who she presumed to be Midas offered to relocate in his house and they followed him inside. His house was filled with a number of gold objects and Pris felt her eyes widen to the size of the gold snow-globe she was eyeballing.

"Stop oogling my stuff." Midas grumbled as he passed her and she rolled her eyes.

"Your gold is the only reason I'm here," she said, accepting the beer he handed her but not drinking it. There were in the kitchen and she hoisted herself onto the counter, kicking her feet as Midas proposed to attack the Senator. It was a bit more drastic than what she'd pictured, but she shrugged to herself.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves and our talents?" The burglar suggested, eyeing her nervously.

They all turned their attention to her and Pris sighed. "Call me The White Witch. I can raise animals from the dead. I also have some power over live animals, but it's not quite as advanced." she turned to Midas and pointed to his hands. "Look, I help you ruin Christmas and you turn some things into gold for me. That's why I'm here. Deal?"

Daniel Stone | Midas | Dan's House | 9:30am

"Look, I help you ruin Christmas and you turn some things into gold for me. That's why I'm here. Deal?"

Midas wondered if he should tell her that the things he turned to gold were only temporary. Whether it lasted for hours, days, or even weeks, it always turned back to its original form. The villains who knew him well had asked for their payment in silver, though one foolish guy had stated gold (real gold) but Midas didn't intend to be anywhere near him when he discovered his mistake. He'd chiselled the wooden blocks himself and they were going to look all shiny when he handed them over.

Crooks seemed to think that they could tell the difference between a fake and the real thing, but when it came to Midas, it was the real thing, if only temporary.

"You're sure about that?" Midas asked as he took a casual swig of beer. "Don't worry, I'll pay. Wealth is hardly an issue for a man of my talents." He flashed her a grin and then gestured in Eis' direction with the beer bottle.

"I think it's obvious that my friend Eis here - that's Eis with an e - makes things really icy. And if the burgular can break into my place then getting into the senator's house should be a piece of cake. So. Are you guys ready to roll?"

Daniel took another swig of his beer and then set it down before leading the way to the back of his house. He pushed the door open, pressed the button to open his gloves (might as well turn a few things shiny on the way) and stopped as his back garden was thrown into illumination by some very big lights. There was a sudden whir of helicopters and lots of shouting of things like 'freeze' and then quickly 'don't freeze!' when Eis was kind enough to comply.

Midas whistled at the big, icy gun pointed in their direction and wished he had some range on his gold-turning skills.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Daniel demanded as he strode toward the person who was roughly central of the big, bad display and clearly calling the shots. It was a woman and there was another, very strangely dressed woman beside her. "I want you and miss medieval and all these other goons off my property now!" Daniel insisted.

"We had reports of a burglary at your house, Mr. Gold," the woman in charge explained in a silky voice. "And this was swiftly followed by reports of an assault on my men."

"That was all just a misunderstanding, uh-"

"Holmes," the woman filled in for him. Great, a spy with a huge ego. Daniel tried to give her his most charming smile.

"Well Holmes, how about a little Christmas spirit at this wonderful time of year? We were just going out to enjoy the festivities. It is true that a man tried to break into my house tonight, but it was just a little joke by a friend and your guys startled us. What else was I meant to think when they came streaming onto my property. We thought we were under attack, isn't that right, pals?" Daniel turned to the group who all started nodding vaguely, except for Eis who just stared flatly ahead. Cool as ever, that one. "So you see, Holmes, it's really just a misunderstanding."

Emma Thomas Sur | Outside in the snow, completely lost

It was dark and I couldn't grab my surroundings. All I could think was I needed to find a way out of this shit. So, I pushed through the snow. My car broke down a few kilometers back, so I was on foot.

The snow managed to seep through my snow boots, creating an Ice Age at my feet. My teeth chattered as I braced the cold.

I had left Lady Ellyn with Bartek. He would take care of her. We had a teleporter just in the basement of the building. It's top secret. the basement isn't even in the buildings charts. I managed to make it hidden. All that mattered is that that machine shouldn't break and she goes back home for Christmas. I sue hope it works.

"Bloody hell!" I screamed as I fell through a hole in the snow.

The next thing I knew, I was sliding. Into the hole. Now, it was pitch black and I only smelt metal around me. Snow followed after me as a slid down this slide. Suddenly, a light appeared at the end and I fell on a mat.

Taking in my surrounding, I noticed I was in a mansion. A mansion made of gold.

"Intruder alert!" an alarm went off around me.

Nonononono!!

My ideas aren't that bright today. I apologize

Brandon Peck |Falcon| Midas' house

Things were moving too fast for Brandon's taste. Midas had invited them into his house, which was great, because it was better than being outside in the cold. And even though it was kind of the wrong time of the day for beer, he accepted it. After all, it would have been rude to refuse...

Eis really creeped him out. He was so cold... Even his speech seemed to spread a chill out everywhere.

The whole day was ruined. It had started out as a simple day. Go and break into some guys house, steal some stuff, and then run like hell towards home. Pretty simple. But this?

Secret agents, alchemists. And then this guy, Eis, seemed like a god of some sorts. Then there was the girl... What had she called herself? Oh yeah, the White Witch... Just like the old story. She freaked him out more than any of them, even the two headed fellow.

It probably had something to do with the fact that she summoned a rotting dog from the dead to help them fight off the SWAT team. And then she just walked up like nothing had happened... And he wasn't good with women to begin with, so that made everything even harder.

Here he was, in the middle of superheroes, gods, alchemists, and scientists, and he had nothing except for a few puny skills. Oh, well. Maybe he had it coming to him.

"So what are we planning now?" He asked them, after the agents had left. Now that had been a fix, at least he thought so. But Midas seemed perfectly at ease, something Brandon wasn't capable of under the circumstances.

He figured that he was supposed to act natural, so while some icy guns were pointed at him, he kept drinking the beer calmly, leaning against the dining table.

Midas watched the agents leave. "I am thinking that you break into the Senator's house."

"And what would be my motive?"

Midas just smiled. "I want you to set off the fire alarms, raise a lot of ruckus. Maybe even set off the sprinklers while you're at it. Then I'll come in once everybody is gone and turn everything golden."

"And why would I do that?"

"Loosen up, man?" Midas punched him on the shoulder. "This is all in the name of fun! Lets go have a party, play with the senator, and then have a big party when we get back! It'll be great!"

The two headed guy stepped forward. "I can do all that without breaking in to the house, Midas."

Midas frowned. unfortunately, he did have a point. And he wanted everyone else to have a part in this, anyways. He gestured them to gather around.

"Alright. Here's what we're going to do."

Priscilla Clermont | The White Witch

"Then we have a deal." she said, nodding at the man. Then the burglar, who called himself Falcon, stepped forward and spoke. Pris- no, The White Witch half-listened to him. Her attention was on the door, listening. Over the years, she had adapted a dog's sense of hearing and what she heard was propellers, and she could smell the sweat forming underneath the uniforms of the men who were flying towards the house.

"We need to leave, Midas!" she said loudly right as there was a knock at the door.

Midas had a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. He quickly gathered his composure, then opened the door. A headstrong FBI agent introduced herself as Holmes and was in the middle of demanding he let her inside. Her voice was stern, but the Witch could tell she was growing impatient and would barge inside, search warrant be dammed.

"Eis. Freeze them." she whispered lightly, knowing the wind would carry her words to the icy man.

His eyes narrowed. "On my word, make Midas move."

She stepped forward and stood beside Midas, facing the female FBI agent. "Hello Holmes. I'm afraid we have to refuse your request to search the house. We do have some guests over and would not like to disturb them."

The Witch made to close the door, but was stopped by a black boot. Holmes shoved the door open. "I'm under strict orders to-"

"If you'd like to search the house, come back with a warrant." she replied.

"Little girl, you really don't want to play this game wi-"

Now.

The Witch shoved Midas out of the way, a shot of icy wind grazing the ends of her hair and freezing them. The woman was thrown across the land and everyone and everything started to freeze.

"Go!" she shrieked and sprinted towards the back door, where Midas threw it open and ran towards his black van. They all climbed inside and Midas hit the gas, speeding down the road and disappearing in minutes.

So here I try to get things rolling again, guys! I am trying to resurrect this, although I am not sure if that is wanted or not. I just felt like posting. I did a pretty lame job of getting Q with the rest of the gang, but hey! I did it. xD

Brandon Peck | Falcon


There was only two words that Brandon could think of to describe this girl who called herself The White Witch. She was very close to what the White Witch was in the old stories. Dangerous and Assertive. She was a tiny little thing, but everyone-even Eis-obeyed her without question.

Midas was sitting at the wheel in his black van, staring out at the road and repeating over and over., "Oh My Gosh. Oh My Gosh." He seemed pretty freaked out about the whole deal. Apparently, it was the first time agents had visited his house.

Brandon was used to it, though. Agents meant guns and blowing up stuff. And that mean ouch time. And, like the White Witch said, then its TIME TO GO!! Got it. Taken care of.

"So where are we off to now?" Brandon asked hesitantly.

"We could just continue with our plan and go to the senator's house and turn it gold." Midas suggested.

"Nah," the White Witch said with a wave of her hand. "That sounds boring. Why don't we go and raise some critters from the dead and freak everybody out!"

"Too one-sided," Brandon argued. "What if we went and robbed a bank or a jewelry store."

Eis rolled his eyes and moved closer to the party, oozing coldness and the general feel of winter. "And you talked about one-sided. That is one-sided if I ever heard it... We could just freeze the whole world over?"

Midas chuckled. "Its wintertime, Eis. The weather has taken care of that for us. No need to further it. We do want to be able to drive, don't we?"

"Hold it. Hold it. Just a second here. What if we-"

"Whoah!" Midas pulled off to the side of the road. "Someone is out in this weather?" He stopped the van and pointed out a lone man walking through the snowy blizzard. "Does he look familiar to you guys at all?"

Eis looked closer and then nodded. "Yes. He is one of the people like me. Not human, and yet not immortal. We must pick him up! His name is Q and he is a little strange and whatnot, but he will be a valuable member of our team."

Daniel Stone | Midas | In the van | 10:00am

Midas was a bit miffed about the agents cramping his style, but hopefully they'd be over it by the next day or the day after that. They couldn't stay mad about it forever, right? Midas didn't think so. It wasn't like he was really a bad guy, just a bit roguish, that was all. And everybody loved a rogue, right?

Well they loved him when his pockets were made of gold anyway.

"So what were you doing out in the cold?" Midas asked the one named Q as he started up the van again. He didn't think much about picking up the stranger - if Eis said he was cool then that was cool with him.

"I was walking," Q said in a flat tone. The guy's teeth shivered together every now and then as he recovered from the cold.

"Freezing to death more like," the burglar butted in.

"It is a cold day, Q. That was not very intelligent of you." Eis managed to make it sound like almost freezing to death was a small mistake to make. Midas shook his head and then suddenly laughed. He had a van full of lunatics.

"Alrighty, let's go and have some fun!" Midas pulled the van to a screeching halt and then pushed the door open and jumped out.

"Where are we?" the White Witch asked.

"What are we doing?" the two headed guy folded his arms across his chest and nobody else made a move to get out of the van.

"Come on, this is the Senator's house! Let's turn it gold!"

"I thought we'd decided that was boring." The White Witch frowned and scrunched up her face but Midas returned her glare with a grin.

"Don't worry, we'll hit the rest of the town after. And I know his beloved dog schnukhams died last year. Why don't we reunite the two?"