Underground in the city theirs a huge Military base. Only known to those who live their. This base contains all items and creatures that you can hardly belive actully exist. In the most secured room a girl in her teens live, dreaming about the outside.

"Fish again?!" Amy complained as she hid under her bed. "This is the third time in a row." She continued. "We are really thin on the economy." The chef says and rolls hes eyes, tierd of Amys shit. "Then why did you buy new weponds if you allready have a ton?" The chef became silent and put the plate with the fish infront of her on the floor. "Eat or starve." He says and leaves. Amy groaned and began eating the disgusting fish. She crawled out of the bed when she was done and looked around in her room. The room had white walls, A table, A bed, a Tv and a sofa. The room was isolated and had a huge black window were the scientists could watch her. They usally bought video games to keep her entertained and not trying to esacpe. This made her want to escape even more.

Dean idly swung his feet over the edge of a rooftop in the city. Next to him was a McDonald's bag filled with a double cheeseburger, large fries, 20 piece chicken nuggets, and an apple pie. Beside the bag was a water bottle and a small vanilla milkshake. Oh if Striker knew he was indulging in this crap, he'd probably flip his lid. Striker was a health nut and had everyone back at the hide out eating lowfat or fatfree shit all the time. He didn't allow junk food in his place. Junk food in his opinion slowed you down. And while maybe that was true, Dean didn't care. He wasn't about to eat something without taste. He preferred to run extra laps and do extra training to keep the weight off than to diet in a strict environment. Ember drunk energy drinks without Striker knowing. Reiner did alcohol. Doniel would just complain loudly but wasn't smart enough to just sneak out and get something else. And Conner.... well, Conner was the good child. He didn't do anything against the diet. The bastard.

Dean pulled out his cheeseburger and peeled back the wrapper to reveal the prized food inside. Although all the food was high fatty food, Dean still didn't indulge in soda. That was one thing he did stick to. Soda would cause his acid reflux to act up and he'd regret that later when they were doing intense training. He supposed he'd just pop some tums thirty minutes before training incase this food came back to bite him back. Until then, he was in a little piece of heaven.

Dean had a friend that worked at McDonalds. All he had to do was call him on a pay phone and tell him what he wanted and he'd make it for him for his break. On his break, Dean would meet him in the parking lot, hand over the money and then leave. It was a good little trade, considering Dean couldn't just walk into a McDonald's without the cops being called. He supposed he could rob a McDonald's, but that'd likely be in the news about how a Strike Out member robbed a fast food restaurant. Striker would kill him for making that news worthy. People in the underworld would be laughing for while that Dean had stuck up a fast food place just to order a cheeseburger. Yeah, it just didn't seem like a good play. So instead, he made it his priority to figure out who worked at what fast food place and eventually bring one of them to his side. Terry, his friend at McDonald's, was a small time criminal, so he wasn't really known because everything he did was under the table. Still, good enough of an opening for Dean.

It was sometime at night. Dean supposed he could've checked his watch, but he wasn't time obsessed like Striker. He'd set it to warn him when to go back, and so until then, it didn't really matter what time it was.

Amy laid in her bed and threw a ball at the wall then catched it as it returned. Throw, catch, throw, catch, you get her daily routine. She accdently threw the ball at a security guard that had entered without her attention. She took the shot and knocked him out. The girl looked at the black glass and saw a faint view of empty chairs. No one watched. Great. She slowly took the knocked out guards passcard and sneaked out. She knew the way to every room and she sneaked into the equipment room, seemed empty, lucky her. Or mabye not. She heard two men speaking, two guards walked down the locker room and talked about some football game. Amy opened a locker slowly and putted on a guard armor and helmet. She looked like any other guard. She walked out and as her foot touched the entrence to the hallway the lights turned red and a alarm shouts in her ears. They noticed she was gone. Crap. Amy hurried to the exit were she held the passcard onto the security machine. The doors opened slowly and revealed a staircase. She begain walking up and after a few minutes walking upstairs a trapdoor was reaveled. She opend it and looked around. It looked like some kind of supply room. She walked up and closed the door slowly as she took of the armor and reaveled her light clothing, A pair of jeans and red sneakers and a white t-shirt with a grey hoodie over it.


Amy sneaked out of a door and revealed that the house she was in was called "Burger King." What a weird name. She looked around and people were watching her like she was some kind of freak. She had that effect on new people in the headquarter but this was diffrent. Her horns. That must be it. She put on her hoddie and enters a alley were she begins to climb the house to have a overlook over the people. The scientists and guards had told her that this world was filthy and scary. This was amazing. Everyone had so simple lifes, yet so complicated. They ran around with cellphones and yelled at eachother. The happy teen glanced over to her side and a few meter forwards she saw someone sitting on the roof. She slowly sneaked up on him to inspect him.

Dean was enjoying his meal. Times like this, Dean was so glad he didn't follow Striker's health plan. He'd be missing out on one of the pure joys of life. Once he was done with his burger and crumpled up the wrapper and threw it over the roof. Who was he to care about littering? He already broke every law here. Well, aside from the killing. He'd never killed anyone, nor had he sexual assaulted anyone. So every rule but two? Oh well, he wasn't keeping score.

Dean took a swig of water and moved onto his chicken nuggets. It was a little bit later when he realized someone was watching him. Dean looked down to see a girl with a hoodie watching him. He scoffed knowing he'd probably have to leave soon because she'd call the police on him no doubt, but didn't give her much thought. What harm could she do? He could always defend himself if she climbed up on the roofs to get him. He thought the hoodie was shaped a little weird, but didn't really consider why. People were weird in this city and Dean didn't question it. As a criminal, he didn't really have a right to judge any of them.

Amy inspected him from hes shoes to hes face. She looked at the trash then back at him. "Who are you?" She asked and raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you dressed like that?" She continues. The teenager was used to people with either lab coats or armor. This was very new to her. "Whats that?" She said and pointed at the trash. "Why does the metal live?" She asked, Refrering to the cars.

"Why is it so drafty up here?" Amy continued asking questions. She held onto her hoddie as the wind blew in her face.

The girl didn't run or go get the police as Dean had expected telling Dean she either wasn't from around this place or she had a death wish or she was one of those rare fans of the Strike Out team and wanted to talk to him or something. Dean watched her carefully as he continued eating his food. Then she started spit-firing a million questions. Dean raised his eyes brow at the girl. Was she serious?

"If you don't know who I am, you'd not form around here. If you don't recognize the uniform I dress in, you're definitely not from around here. Trash. Have no idea what metal you're referring to and obviously you're on a roof and there's wind." Dean said answering all the questions in order.

"Now then my turn. Who are you? Where are you from? And why are you here?" Dean asked. His voice sounded bored the whole time. He wasn't much of a conversationalist. The only people he ever talked to was his team, and even then he barely talked to Doniel.

Amy raised an eyebrow before opening her mouth to awnser. "Amy Eklund. Im not sure. I am up here so my security wont catch me." She held onto her hoddie tighter. "And what do you mean by dramatic pose and saying 'Your not around from here?' Its like a comic book quote." Amy says and gasps. "Are you in a gang? Like dudes in comic books?" She asks and looks exited out. She looked pretty tierd and her stomach growled but she tried to not to think about the growing pain in her stomach.

"Amy Eklund. Im not sure. I am up here so my security wont catch me." She said. So she was a criminal. Great. At least he didn't have to worry about the cops. Whatever. He still didn't trust her. Something was off about this girl. "And what do you mean by dramatic pose and saying 'Your not around from here?' Its like a comic book quote." She continued. Okay, what? A dramatic pose? Where had that come from? Dean furrowed his eyebrows a little further trying to figure this girl out. "Are you in a gang? Like dudes in comic books?" She finished. Again with the comic books. What was that even supposed to mean?

"You could say I'm in a gang." Dean shrugged. "Which means, you should probably run or something before I call them here to mug you or something." Dean said popping another chicken nugget in his mouth. He could hear her stomach growl but ignored it. He didn't share his food, especially not with strangers. If she wanted food, she'd have to go get it the same way he did.

Then Dean sudden spotted what was so off about the girl. The horns on her head. How had he missed that. "Dude, it's not Halloween for another month." He mused. He didn't think the horns were real. Just probably some head band that the girl was wearing. Still, this girl clearly had a few screws loose in Dean's opinion.

"Wha-?" Amy raised an eyebrow at him. On Halloween you weared costumes like monsters...oh. "Do you mean my horns?" She suggested. Mabye the people up here thought this was normal? Then why has she spent her whole life down their? She pulled down her hoddie and showed of her horns. "Arent they cool?" Amy said and grabbed onto them. She got lost in her own thoughts for a few seconds and zoned out. She thought about the time when their was only one person that talked to her. His name was Barry. He often bought comic books and such for her so she could be entertained. But he was a security guard so they didnt spend much time together. She was starting to become mad because they isolated her completly and just looked at what she did all days. Wasnt much. After a few days of that kind of isolation they send in one of the secruity guards to talk to her. Barry came into the picture and was paid to be her friend. She didnt know about the payment. She only cared back then that she had someone to talk to and trust. When the scientist realized she lost energy slower then normal people they thought they could use it and trained her with a sword, turning her into a wepond. Amy just thought they helped her turn into a superhero like she allways wanted. The girl got back into the real world. She heard some shouts and her secruity was looking for her. The guards stormed out of Burger Kings back door. "We should probebly leave!" Amy told him and punched hes arm to get him moving.

"Wha-? Do you mean my horns?" She pulled down her hoddie and showed of her horns. "Arent they cool?"

"Amazing." Dean said dully popping another chicken nugget into his mouth. The girl didn't seem to hear him, as she phased out in whatever dream world or memory she was thinking about. Very strange behavior in Dean's opinion. He didn't know much of what to think about the girl. Where the heck was this girl from? Where ever she was from, she wasn't going to last long in this city and Dean could see that. Not unless this girl had some hidden talent or something. Or was actually a lot stronger than he thought.

Suddenly there was some shouting from Burger King and Dean stood up to see if this was another gang fight or something. Instead, he could see people exiting in guard uniforms looking for something... or someone.

"We should probably leave!" Amy said punching him in his arm. Dean froze in shock a moment that the girl had just hit him, Dean from Strike Out. But when she started running Dean had to make a decision. To follow her or stay where he was. He was tempted to follow her and beat the crap out of her for daring to hit him like that. But then again, she was clearly mental. But Dean looked back at the guards coming out of Burger King and curiosity got the best of him. He pocketed the apple pie in a box and the rest of his chicken nuggets before taking off after the girl. He was a fast runner and so he could catch up with nearly anyone he wanted to. That and with the training he did everyday, he had all the endurance he'd need to follow behind as long as she planned to run.

Amys exellent stamina held her up on her feet and she with grace jumped over vents and to other buildings. The Dude followed her. She was enjoying the freedom and grinned. Amy looked back. The guards were alot slower because of their heavy armor. She glaced at The Dude anf wondered why he followed. Shouldn't he be freaked put about her horns? Amy looked back. Seemed like they lost em. She panted and sat down. She held onto her horns while leaning on a vent. "Quite a run." She said under her breath. "So, whats this gang your in? Do you have like a secret hideout?" Amy asked. "Can i join?" She continued. Amy was waiting for the awnser no.

"Give me a wepond and ill prove that i can fight!" Amy says and stands up. Her energy had regenerated and she was ready to go!

"Quite a run." She said under her breath when they stopped. Dean took a moment to catch his breath too, so he didn't answer. "So, whats this gang your in? Do you have like a secret hideout? Can i join?" He raised an eyebrow in shock. Was this kid nuts? "Give me a weapon and ill prove that I can fight!" She said jumping up. Dean could only stare a moment in surprise. Apparently so.

"That's not really my call." Dean replied trying to let the girl down as gently as possible. "I'm not the leader of it. But even so... It's not an honest life and you seem a little too innocent to end up in jail." Someone who wore fake horns and hopped about eagerly to prove themselves, likely wasn't fit to be on a well known criminal team. His thoughts went to Doniel, but he pushed it away. Doniel at least didn't wear fake horns.

"Why were we running in the first place? Who are you running from? That didn't look much like the cops I'm used to." Dean question suspiciously. This was the whole reason he'd followed. To figure out what was up with the girl. So he was going to do just that.

"Oh ok." Amy said. Slighly disopointed. She stared at him for a dew seconds before anwsering hes question.
"I was kind of locked in a underground millitary place. I escaped and they are trying to catch me. To be honest, i dont really remember how i got their." Amy explains and hold onto her horns. "I only remember a few details when i was a kid." She continues and looks at him. Mabye he would count as her second friend? That would be something.

"Why havent you freaked out about my horns yet?" Amy asks and looks at him courious. Mabye he had seen worse? "The new staff down their allways freaked out and it usally takes a few days before they get used to me."
She looks around on the roof. Its just some junk around here. Amy picks up a long metal stick. Wonder how this got here. "I might need this against the guards some day?" She mumbles to herself and imagine that she fights the guards on a roof top and protecting her freedom. Amy has allways been a fan of fighting since she got her hands on her first comic book. She could relate more to the villians then to the heroes then she cares to admit.

"Oh ok." Disappointment. Dean could hear it clear in her voice. He had always been a people watcher. He monitored people's expression, body language, tones, and hand movements when he spoke to someone. He was always paranoid of people. He tended to be overly suspicious and nosy into people's lives. He didn't trust often or easily, and trust with him could be broken quickly and without warning. He could hear her disappointment, but it didn't phase him much because he didn't know her. He only knew she was some strange girl that had interrupted his dinner. But Dean listened as she continued.

"I was kind of locked in a underground millitary place. I escaped and they are trying to catch me. To be honest, i dont really remember how i got there. I only remember a few details when i was a kid." She says. Dean watched for any signs of lying. Any hints that this girl was beating around the bush. He couldn't see any for now so he simply raised an eyebrow. An underground military base? Where exactly underground was it considering the black market was underground. Or perhaps it wasn't located in Reighs City. It was located else where and that's why the girl didn't have a clue on anything with this city.

"Why haven't you freaked out about my horns yet? The new staff down their always freaked out and it usually takes a few days before they get used to me." She asks her next question. Dean's eyes again go to the horns. They really did look real. But he was still positive they were fake. People just didn't have horns grow out of their heads after all.

"They're fake, aren't they?" He replied smoothly. "I have no reason to freak out over them. And I supposed if they are real, it's not as if you're planning to run me through like a bull, so again, there's not a reason to worry." Dean shrugged. He saw the metal stick in her hand and narrowed his eyes a little. What was she planning? An attack? He could probably take her. He just needed to keep an eye on her so he wasn't caught off guard with her first attack.

"This underground base..." Dean begin his interrogation once more. "Where's it located? What's the purpose of it? Why would they lock you down there?"

Amy raised an eyebrow at him. "They are real." She awnsers and chuckles slightly over hes joke about running him over like a bull. "Do you wanna touch em?" Amy jokws and laughs.

"I dont know much about the base. Its under Burger King." She told him and scratched the back of her head. "In the comic books they hold in wierd mutants and stuff in labs." Amy continued and held onto her stick when she heard shouts of the guards a few houses away.
"You think its safe here?" She asks him. Amy was starting to get nervous but she was about 1% abselutly sure they wouldnt find them.

Amys hand held the stick harder as she was getting nervous. She laughted quietly and abit muffled in stress and fear.