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Chapter 19
"ROCKCITE! Where is he?! I've been calling him for hours and he does not answer. He's getting as sloppy at this game as Jadeite was." Queen Hate said.
"Perhaps he's been killed, your Highness?" A dark and fell voice echoed in the darkness of the Chamber of the Throne.
"I don't think so. If I had been killed then I would not be here right now." Rockcite said as he appeared in the center of the Chamber.
"It's about time you got here, Rockcite. I've been trying to reach you for hours." Queen Hate said.
"What is your will, My Queen?" Rockcite said.
"I trust that your next fight with the Light Warriors will be a good one....in your favor?" Queen Hate said.
"It will, My Queen. I shall use the Powers of the Stars to defeat them. There is no way in all of this world that they can survive that kind of Power. I'll also watch them as they change, for I plan to lure them into the open, force them to change, and then, when their guard is down....kill them." Rockcite said.
"I hope you succeed, for your sake." Queen Hate said.
"I would like to help Rockcite in this battle, My Queen." Another voice said from the darkness. Rockcites' faced turned to a scowl of hatred. He knew who the voice belonged to.
"I need no help from a woman, much less from a female like yourself, Amethyst!" Rockcite said as a woman with long blond hair and dark green eyes appeared above Rockcite and a little to the left of him. She was wearing the same clothing as Rockcite wore: A dark grey pair of pants with a red line on the seams of the pants and on the seams of her dark grey long sleeved shirt. The cuffs of the shirt were also lined with red. She wore white hand gloves upon her hands. Her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, but two thin strips of hair hung down behind her ears, one behind each ear. Dark green earrings were worn upon her ears. She had dark black boots, that went up to her knees, upon her legs.
"My Queen, I think that this mission could use a more feminist touch." Amethyst said.
"I've got everything under control, lady! I need no help from the likes of you! Be gone and trouble me no more!" Rockcite shouted at Amethyst. He balled his right hand into a tight fist until it glowed a deep blue color. He then threw his hand, palm open and facing the girl before him, towards Amethyst. A large ball of energy sprang from his open palm and then shot towards her with surprizing speed.
"AAAAAAH!" Amethyst screamed and then disappeared without being hurt. A smile came Hates' thin mouth. She knew what was going on: Rockcite was getting cocky and so didn't wanted to admit it by taking the help that he had been offered. He bowed to her and then disappeared. He was back at the Mall of America. He was wearing the same jeans and shirt that he had worn the last time that he had been here. This time he was only here to find the five or six rooms that he would take over in order to fight the Light Warriors in. He found four of the five rooms, the fifth room was located on the first floor. It was the Camp Snoopy area that he would use as his final battle grounds. He was just leaveing the Camp Snoopy area, when the smae girl that he had run into the day before, tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around. Molly faced the man dead on, a light shinning in her eyes.
"Uh, hi. I thought that was you. You remeber me right? You and I bumped into each other the other day." Molly said.
"Yes, I do remember." Rockcite said.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for bumping into you like I did. I didn't see you." Molly said.
"That's alright. Listen, um..." Rockcite said.
"Oh, my name is Molly." Molly said for him.
"Listen, Molly, I've got to go now." Rockcite said.
"By the way, what's your name?" Molly asked.
"Ronald Davison." Rockcite lied through his teeth.
"Not the Ronald Davison?! You mean to say that I have been talking to the Ronald Davison from California? The guy who owns and markets the Trilitheum Computers Company?!" Molly said. Rockcite decided to play out this lie a little more. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd get some usefull information from this human girl.
"That's right." Rockcite said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davison." Molly said. Rockcite took her hand and shook it firmly.
"Please. Call me Ronald." He said.
"Sure. I'll see you later?" Molly said.
"Perhaps. Good-bye Molly." Rockcite said. He turned and was soon out of Mollys' sight.
"I can't believe that I actually bumped into the Ronald Davison! Wait till Jessie hears about this!" Molly said. She hurried to find her mother and then the two of them went home. The moment Molly got home, she called her friend, Jessie on the phone.
"No way! You couldn't have bumped into him!" Jessie was saying on the phone as Mollys' mother walked into the house with an arm load of bags. She set them down on the table and then looked over to her daughter.
"I'll need some help to get that darn dog crate into the garage, dear." She said to her. Molly nodded and then turned back to her converstation with Jessie:
"I'm not kidding, Jessie! I did meet him." She said.
"Alright, I believe you. I still say that meeting him is so strange. Didn't he have a body guard around or anything?" Jessie asked.
"Nope. There was just me, him and about forty trillion other people." Molly said.
"Hey, find out if this guy has a brother, will you?" Jessie said.
"Jessie, I hardly even know him! I just met him today!" Molly said.
"Sorry. Look, I'll talk to you later alright? I've got to go." Jessie said. They said good-bye to each other and then Molly went to help her mother move the dog crate, that was in the back of their white van, into the garage so that her father could use it to keep a puppy that he had agreed to take care of for the next few days while a friend o his went out of town. This would be a really big change for Molly. She had never had any type of livving animal in the house before and she was very excited by just the crate being in the garage!
"Mom, can I sleep with the puppy tonight?" She asked as she put her end of the crate down onto the cold cement floor of the garage.
"Of coarse not! He's six months old for crying out loud! He doesn't need any one to baby-sit for him. Besides you have your own darn bed to sleep in." Her mother smiled and then shook her head. "You know I could really get used to having a dog around the house." She said after a slight pause. Within an hours' time, Mollys' father came home with the dog in his car. It was a large animal for being only six months old. It was brown and white and had litte black spots on his feet. His tounge was long and red and it slobered everything that he touched with it. The first thing that the pupy did when it got into the garage was lift its leg up and pee on the garage door. Molly and her mother looked over at one another for a moment.
"He's just marking his territory. The next time that he does this on the garage door, tell him that he's a bad dog and take him outside to the backyard." Mollys' father said.
The sun rose into a rosy field of clouds and singing of birds. Its light pierced the eveing night and drove it to the deepest shadows of the earth to wait till it had grown tired of staring down at the world and had gone to stare at another part of it to watch what the mortal men and women did upon the face of their planet. At about seven that day Molly rose with the sting of her alarm clocks' loud buzzer. She showered and then dressed herself. After eating her beakfast and then brushing her teeth, she climbed onto her bike and rode to her friends', Jessies', house. The two of them met up with the Randy, Scot, Elisabeth, and Jacky and then they all biked over to school. Near the end of the day, the school bell rang for the kids to go home. Molly got to her house at about three that afternoon. She opened the door of mail box, that was nailed to their front door, and pulled out all of the mail that her family had gotten that day. "Let's see here. Bills, bills, bills, and more bills. Sheesh! How many things are we getting billed on, Dad?" Molly said aloud, though no answer came to her. Her parents were not home yet and so no one could really answer her question. Then she spyed an envenlope addressed to her. There was no return adress marked upon the letter. She walked into her home and then closed the door behind herself. She then set all of the mail, save for the letter that she had gotten, upon the kitchen table and walked up to her room. Once there she opened the letter and withdrew the paper that was concealed within.
Meet me at the Mall of America tonight at nine o'clock. Please do not be late. Yours' truly: The Dark Warrior.
"Who the heck is the Dark Warrior and how did this person get my address?" Molly thought. She shrugged, put the letter upon the old and beaten up surface of her desk, and then began to do her homework. As she was completing her math work, a thought entered her mind. She took hold of the letter and then read it again.
"Maybe its that cute guy from California. Oh, I hope it is him. I'd like to get to know him a lot better while he's here." Molly said. "Ronald, I hope that it is you." Molly thought to herself. She then finished her homework. Soon the hour of eight o'clock arose from the depths of time and space. Molly wasn't home. She had written her parents a note saying that she had gone to a friends' house to study for an upcoming math test, which was partly true: she did plan to go to a friends' to study, after she had gone to the Mall of America, but it wasn't a math test that she would study for, it was really a history test. She got to the Mall at about eight thirty. No one was about the Mall of America, for once, was void of all human life. Even the guards that could be seen patrolling the Mall grounds, were gone. Molly didn't notice that there wasn't any human life around the place. She walked up to the doors of glass and then opened them. She stepped into the west side entrance and then made her way to the center of the main floor. From there she would start a sytamatic search of the floors. She walked over to an escalator and looked up. The lights on the second floor were also off. Then it happened.
***
Jessie got home about five that evening, for she had band practice that day. She got her mail from her mother and then went to her room to open it and read it. She found that she had gotten a queer letter. There was no return adress upon the envenlope and the person who had written it puzzled her. It was from the Dark Warrior.
Meet me at the Mall of America at nine o'clock tonight. I have information that wil help you in your fight against the Dark Land. The Dark Warrior.
"Why the heck does he want to meet at the Mall of America and not just come to our own homes?" Jessie thought. She knew that if he had to meet them some other place other than the temple or at their own homes, the the Dark Warrior was really in danger or they were and he was trying to get them away from the danger before it struck. At eight thirty that night, Jessie was driven to the Mall by her father and then entered the building. The lights were on and everything was dead silent. She crept around the first floor like a bug does on a leaf. She made no sound whatsoever. She noticed that the lights were only on in a certain area of the mall. She crept closer to them and then saw that they were lighted only on the second floor. She walked towards the escalator and stopped.
"I trust that your journey here was safe, Molly." A voice said from the top of the escalator. Jessie hid behind a wall that would allow her to see what was going on over at that part of the Mall.
"I got here early so that I could have more time to get to know you better, sir. I hope that you don't mind." Jessie heard her friend Molly say to someone.
"I don't mind at all." The voice said.
"That voice sounds like......" Jessie thought and then a horrible thought crossed her mind. Molly wasn't part of the Light Warrior team, so why was she at the Mall of America and talking with the voice that Jessie heard? She peered around the wall and then saw a shadowy figure standing at the top of the escalator steps. He seemed to be wearing a long cape and had a top hat on, but that was all that she could tell. Perhaps Molly was speaking with the Dark Warrior?
"So why did you want to meet me here?" Molly asked.
"Simple, really. Have you ever heard of a group of people who call themselves the Light Warriors?" The voice asked.
"No, but a friend of mine has told me a lot about them. I think that they fight for the good of this world, but I can't remember." Molly said. Rockcites' faced turned into a scowl of hate.
"Good. You just gave away who you really are!" He shouted and then leapt down from the escalator at Molly. He landed about a foot from her and then reached to her with his right hand, index finger touching her throat.
"I know who you are, you paracite from hell! You're one of those Light Warriors!" Rockcite shouted.
"I don't understand!" Molly exclaimed. "I have no idea about what you're talking about. I'm just a girl who has been asked to be here by you and that's all!"
"You're lieing! Admit it! I've got you trapped. You can't run from me because I've blocked all of the exits!" Rockcite said.
"But....."
"Forget it girl! You're going to die right here and now!"
"No you won't Molly, not if Life has anything to say about that!" Jessie said to herself and then transformed into the Light Warrior of Life. While she did so, Rockcites' index finger glowed a bright red. Then the light that was glowing at the tip of his finger spread over Molly and she was paralyized. Her energy was being swiftly sapped from her body. The energy that Rockcite was taking from Molly floated above him in a small ball of twirling and twisting red mist. Slowly Molly closed her eyes and then fell backwards. Rockcite caught her and then held her up so that he could make sure that he had sapped all of her energy. Once he was done, he let her body drop like a stone to the floor. Jessie stepped out of hiding.
"Rockcite! I demand that you return the energy that you have stollen from Molly." She said.
"Who's there?" Rockcite said.
"I am the Light Warrior of Life!" Jessie said. She then stepped into the brighter lights and Rockcite smiled to himself. It was twisted and evil smile. His eyes told nothing save evil and his face was a mask of hate and evil all at once.
"Well, at least I got one of you here! Where are the other four? Don't you stupid Warriors of trash fight together and never alone?" Rockcite said.
"Oh, shut up! Are you going to give Molly back her energy or do I have to force you to do it?" Jessie said.
"Well, well, well. Look who's making such annoying threats." Rockcite said coldly. "Being in tuned with the planets, I hope that you're aware of the power of the stars!" Rockcite looked at Jessie for a moment and then jumped into the air. He rose about eight feet into the air then froze and threw his arms out so that they stretched full length on a horizontal line. His face was a mask of fury and hate and anger and evil. "I summon Orion, the Hunter and Sirus, the Dog Star!" Rockcite shouted as twenty clones of himself appeared in the air above Jessie. They were all trasparent and all of them had their arms spread out like the original Rockcite had his. The lights went off and then the constellations that Rockcite had so named appeared in front of him. Then they floated down tot he floor and became the human and the dog. Orion was wearing silver armor that covered his shoulders, his chest and stomach, and his back and went down to his knee caps. He held a sword in his right hand and golden shield in his left hand. His blue hair shinned brightly in the light of the Mall of Americas' lights. His red eyes sparkled with the feeling of doom for Jessie. He was out for blood and she knew it. The sword had a silver blade and was about four feet long and about three inches wide. It was also razor sharp. The hilt was made from gold and so was the handle, both of which were plain and had no designs upon them.
Sirus was a large beast with dark coal black fur with a few thin stripes of grey and silver coloring on his back and mussle. His legs were srong and sinewy, the muscles standing out on his hind and front legs and back and neck. His teeth, he bared at Jessie and then gleamed a bright white. His eyes were a bright red and evil and fell to look upon. He dropped into a crouch and got ready for an attack. Then he sprang forward........
Here ends the first chapter in the war of hate........
"ROCKCITE! Where is he?! I've been calling him for hours and he does not answer. He's getting as sloppy at this game as Jadeite was." Queen Hate said.
"Perhaps he's been killed, your Highness?" A dark and fell voice echoed in the darkness of the Chamber of the Throne.
"I don't think so. If I had been killed then I would not be here right now." Rockcite said as he appeared in the center of the Chamber.
"It's about time you got here, Rockcite. I've been trying to reach you for hours." Queen Hate said.
"What is your will, My Queen?" Rockcite said.
"I trust that your next fight with the Light Warriors will be a good one....in your favor?" Queen Hate said.
"It will, My Queen. I shall use the Powers of the Stars to defeat them. There is no way in all of this world that they can survive that kind of Power. I'll also watch them as they change, for I plan to lure them into the open, force them to change, and then, when their guard is down....kill them." Rockcite said.
"I hope you succeed, for your sake." Queen Hate said.
"I would like to help Rockcite in this battle, My Queen." Another voice said from the darkness. Rockcites' faced turned to a scowl of hatred. He knew who the voice belonged to.
"I need no help from a woman, much less from a female like yourself, Amethyst!" Rockcite said as a woman with long blond hair and dark green eyes appeared above Rockcite and a little to the left of him. She was wearing the same clothing as Rockcite wore: A dark grey pair of pants with a red line on the seams of the pants and on the seams of her dark grey long sleeved shirt. The cuffs of the shirt were also lined with red. She wore white hand gloves upon her hands. Her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, but two thin strips of hair hung down behind her ears, one behind each ear. Dark green earrings were worn upon her ears. She had dark black boots, that went up to her knees, upon her legs.
"My Queen, I think that this mission could use a more feminist touch." Amethyst said.
"I've got everything under control, lady! I need no help from the likes of you! Be gone and trouble me no more!" Rockcite shouted at Amethyst. He balled his right hand into a tight fist until it glowed a deep blue color. He then threw his hand, palm open and facing the girl before him, towards Amethyst. A large ball of energy sprang from his open palm and then shot towards her with surprizing speed.
"AAAAAAH!" Amethyst screamed and then disappeared without being hurt. A smile came Hates' thin mouth. She knew what was going on: Rockcite was getting cocky and so didn't wanted to admit it by taking the help that he had been offered. He bowed to her and then disappeared. He was back at the Mall of America. He was wearing the same jeans and shirt that he had worn the last time that he had been here. This time he was only here to find the five or six rooms that he would take over in order to fight the Light Warriors in. He found four of the five rooms, the fifth room was located on the first floor. It was the Camp Snoopy area that he would use as his final battle grounds. He was just leaveing the Camp Snoopy area, when the smae girl that he had run into the day before, tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around. Molly faced the man dead on, a light shinning in her eyes.
"Uh, hi. I thought that was you. You remeber me right? You and I bumped into each other the other day." Molly said.
"Yes, I do remember." Rockcite said.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for bumping into you like I did. I didn't see you." Molly said.
"That's alright. Listen, um..." Rockcite said.
"Oh, my name is Molly." Molly said for him.
"Listen, Molly, I've got to go now." Rockcite said.
"By the way, what's your name?" Molly asked.
"Ronald Davison." Rockcite lied through his teeth.
"Not the Ronald Davison?! You mean to say that I have been talking to the Ronald Davison from California? The guy who owns and markets the Trilitheum Computers Company?!" Molly said. Rockcite decided to play out this lie a little more. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd get some usefull information from this human girl.
"That's right." Rockcite said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davison." Molly said. Rockcite took her hand and shook it firmly.
"Please. Call me Ronald." He said.
"Sure. I'll see you later?" Molly said.
"Perhaps. Good-bye Molly." Rockcite said. He turned and was soon out of Mollys' sight.
"I can't believe that I actually bumped into the Ronald Davison! Wait till Jessie hears about this!" Molly said. She hurried to find her mother and then the two of them went home. The moment Molly got home, she called her friend, Jessie on the phone.
"No way! You couldn't have bumped into him!" Jessie was saying on the phone as Mollys' mother walked into the house with an arm load of bags. She set them down on the table and then looked over to her daughter.
"I'll need some help to get that darn dog crate into the garage, dear." She said to her. Molly nodded and then turned back to her converstation with Jessie:
"I'm not kidding, Jessie! I did meet him." She said.
"Alright, I believe you. I still say that meeting him is so strange. Didn't he have a body guard around or anything?" Jessie asked.
"Nope. There was just me, him and about forty trillion other people." Molly said.
"Hey, find out if this guy has a brother, will you?" Jessie said.
"Jessie, I hardly even know him! I just met him today!" Molly said.
"Sorry. Look, I'll talk to you later alright? I've got to go." Jessie said. They said good-bye to each other and then Molly went to help her mother move the dog crate, that was in the back of their white van, into the garage so that her father could use it to keep a puppy that he had agreed to take care of for the next few days while a friend o his went out of town. This would be a really big change for Molly. She had never had any type of livving animal in the house before and she was very excited by just the crate being in the garage!
"Mom, can I sleep with the puppy tonight?" She asked as she put her end of the crate down onto the cold cement floor of the garage.
"Of coarse not! He's six months old for crying out loud! He doesn't need any one to baby-sit for him. Besides you have your own darn bed to sleep in." Her mother smiled and then shook her head. "You know I could really get used to having a dog around the house." She said after a slight pause. Within an hours' time, Mollys' father came home with the dog in his car. It was a large animal for being only six months old. It was brown and white and had litte black spots on his feet. His tounge was long and red and it slobered everything that he touched with it. The first thing that the pupy did when it got into the garage was lift its leg up and pee on the garage door. Molly and her mother looked over at one another for a moment.
"He's just marking his territory. The next time that he does this on the garage door, tell him that he's a bad dog and take him outside to the backyard." Mollys' father said.
The sun rose into a rosy field of clouds and singing of birds. Its light pierced the eveing night and drove it to the deepest shadows of the earth to wait till it had grown tired of staring down at the world and had gone to stare at another part of it to watch what the mortal men and women did upon the face of their planet. At about seven that day Molly rose with the sting of her alarm clocks' loud buzzer. She showered and then dressed herself. After eating her beakfast and then brushing her teeth, she climbed onto her bike and rode to her friends', Jessies', house. The two of them met up with the Randy, Scot, Elisabeth, and Jacky and then they all biked over to school. Near the end of the day, the school bell rang for the kids to go home. Molly got to her house at about three that afternoon. She opened the door of mail box, that was nailed to their front door, and pulled out all of the mail that her family had gotten that day. "Let's see here. Bills, bills, bills, and more bills. Sheesh! How many things are we getting billed on, Dad?" Molly said aloud, though no answer came to her. Her parents were not home yet and so no one could really answer her question. Then she spyed an envenlope addressed to her. There was no return adress marked upon the letter. She walked into her home and then closed the door behind herself. She then set all of the mail, save for the letter that she had gotten, upon the kitchen table and walked up to her room. Once there she opened the letter and withdrew the paper that was concealed within.
Meet me at the Mall of America tonight at nine o'clock. Please do not be late. Yours' truly: The Dark Warrior.
"Who the heck is the Dark Warrior and how did this person get my address?" Molly thought. She shrugged, put the letter upon the old and beaten up surface of her desk, and then began to do her homework. As she was completing her math work, a thought entered her mind. She took hold of the letter and then read it again.
"Maybe its that cute guy from California. Oh, I hope it is him. I'd like to get to know him a lot better while he's here." Molly said. "Ronald, I hope that it is you." Molly thought to herself. She then finished her homework. Soon the hour of eight o'clock arose from the depths of time and space. Molly wasn't home. She had written her parents a note saying that she had gone to a friends' house to study for an upcoming math test, which was partly true: she did plan to go to a friends' to study, after she had gone to the Mall of America, but it wasn't a math test that she would study for, it was really a history test. She got to the Mall at about eight thirty. No one was about the Mall of America, for once, was void of all human life. Even the guards that could be seen patrolling the Mall grounds, were gone. Molly didn't notice that there wasn't any human life around the place. She walked up to the doors of glass and then opened them. She stepped into the west side entrance and then made her way to the center of the main floor. From there she would start a sytamatic search of the floors. She walked over to an escalator and looked up. The lights on the second floor were also off. Then it happened.
***
Jessie got home about five that evening, for she had band practice that day. She got her mail from her mother and then went to her room to open it and read it. She found that she had gotten a queer letter. There was no return adress upon the envenlope and the person who had written it puzzled her. It was from the Dark Warrior.
Meet me at the Mall of America at nine o'clock tonight. I have information that wil help you in your fight against the Dark Land. The Dark Warrior.
"Why the heck does he want to meet at the Mall of America and not just come to our own homes?" Jessie thought. She knew that if he had to meet them some other place other than the temple or at their own homes, the the Dark Warrior was really in danger or they were and he was trying to get them away from the danger before it struck. At eight thirty that night, Jessie was driven to the Mall by her father and then entered the building. The lights were on and everything was dead silent. She crept around the first floor like a bug does on a leaf. She made no sound whatsoever. She noticed that the lights were only on in a certain area of the mall. She crept closer to them and then saw that they were lighted only on the second floor. She walked towards the escalator and stopped.
"I trust that your journey here was safe, Molly." A voice said from the top of the escalator. Jessie hid behind a wall that would allow her to see what was going on over at that part of the Mall.
"I got here early so that I could have more time to get to know you better, sir. I hope that you don't mind." Jessie heard her friend Molly say to someone.
"I don't mind at all." The voice said.
"That voice sounds like......" Jessie thought and then a horrible thought crossed her mind. Molly wasn't part of the Light Warrior team, so why was she at the Mall of America and talking with the voice that Jessie heard? She peered around the wall and then saw a shadowy figure standing at the top of the escalator steps. He seemed to be wearing a long cape and had a top hat on, but that was all that she could tell. Perhaps Molly was speaking with the Dark Warrior?
"So why did you want to meet me here?" Molly asked.
"Simple, really. Have you ever heard of a group of people who call themselves the Light Warriors?" The voice asked.
"No, but a friend of mine has told me a lot about them. I think that they fight for the good of this world, but I can't remember." Molly said. Rockcites' faced turned into a scowl of hate.
"Good. You just gave away who you really are!" He shouted and then leapt down from the escalator at Molly. He landed about a foot from her and then reached to her with his right hand, index finger touching her throat.
"I know who you are, you paracite from hell! You're one of those Light Warriors!" Rockcite shouted.
"I don't understand!" Molly exclaimed. "I have no idea about what you're talking about. I'm just a girl who has been asked to be here by you and that's all!"
"You're lieing! Admit it! I've got you trapped. You can't run from me because I've blocked all of the exits!" Rockcite said.
"But....."
"Forget it girl! You're going to die right here and now!"
"No you won't Molly, not if Life has anything to say about that!" Jessie said to herself and then transformed into the Light Warrior of Life. While she did so, Rockcites' index finger glowed a bright red. Then the light that was glowing at the tip of his finger spread over Molly and she was paralyized. Her energy was being swiftly sapped from her body. The energy that Rockcite was taking from Molly floated above him in a small ball of twirling and twisting red mist. Slowly Molly closed her eyes and then fell backwards. Rockcite caught her and then held her up so that he could make sure that he had sapped all of her energy. Once he was done, he let her body drop like a stone to the floor. Jessie stepped out of hiding.
"Rockcite! I demand that you return the energy that you have stollen from Molly." She said.
"Who's there?" Rockcite said.
"I am the Light Warrior of Life!" Jessie said. She then stepped into the brighter lights and Rockcite smiled to himself. It was twisted and evil smile. His eyes told nothing save evil and his face was a mask of hate and evil all at once.
"Well, at least I got one of you here! Where are the other four? Don't you stupid Warriors of trash fight together and never alone?" Rockcite said.
"Oh, shut up! Are you going to give Molly back her energy or do I have to force you to do it?" Jessie said.
"Well, well, well. Look who's making such annoying threats." Rockcite said coldly. "Being in tuned with the planets, I hope that you're aware of the power of the stars!" Rockcite looked at Jessie for a moment and then jumped into the air. He rose about eight feet into the air then froze and threw his arms out so that they stretched full length on a horizontal line. His face was a mask of fury and hate and anger and evil. "I summon Orion, the Hunter and Sirus, the Dog Star!" Rockcite shouted as twenty clones of himself appeared in the air above Jessie. They were all trasparent and all of them had their arms spread out like the original Rockcite had his. The lights went off and then the constellations that Rockcite had so named appeared in front of him. Then they floated down tot he floor and became the human and the dog. Orion was wearing silver armor that covered his shoulders, his chest and stomach, and his back and went down to his knee caps. He held a sword in his right hand and golden shield in his left hand. His blue hair shinned brightly in the light of the Mall of Americas' lights. His red eyes sparkled with the feeling of doom for Jessie. He was out for blood and she knew it. The sword had a silver blade and was about four feet long and about three inches wide. It was also razor sharp. The hilt was made from gold and so was the handle, both of which were plain and had no designs upon them.
Sirus was a large beast with dark coal black fur with a few thin stripes of grey and silver coloring on his back and mussle. His legs were srong and sinewy, the muscles standing out on his hind and front legs and back and neck. His teeth, he bared at Jessie and then gleamed a bright white. His eyes were a bright red and evil and fell to look upon. He dropped into a crouch and got ready for an attack. Then he sprang forward........
Here ends the first chapter in the war of hate........