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W.I.T.C.H.
Xiaolin
Rangers

This little fanfic’s a crossover of the two series Xiaolin Showdown and W.i.t.c.h..
Well, more of the latter. I don’t own the two show’s characters nor anything taken from those.
But I own some of the characters, who will appear. They’re going to be very important in my very own first fantasy-novel-series ( as well as it’s sequels), called The Philosopher’s Stone, with the first novel carrying the title Dimensions. And with my series of Central Secret Chilling, first book entitled Teenagers. You’ll know which Characters that will be.
Unfortunately I’m no native English speaker, some bad aspect of being German. But I’ll try my best on not messing this up.

So, now the story, first part.

From Zero To Hero

It had been a long and rather exhausting day for poor Martin Tubbs, honor student of Sheffield Academy and the top-school-nerd. Uriah and his gang had really gone for him this time. Ending with him being hooked to a tree branch by his underpants. As if that hadn’t been enough for a single day, he now had the darkest of nightmares.

In this worst dream of dreams he couldn’t do anything but sit there and watch his world go down the drain. Black and blood red sky without one single sunray. All the light came from infernal burning flames throughout the city. A humanoid black and golden dinosaur-man ripping and slashing his way through the inhabitants of his home town. A black dressed, fire-red-haired witch summoning enormous golem-like rock-monsters to destroy the remnants of the city from the top of a dark mountain she had created in the very heart of Heatherfield. Legions of golden and black colored robots marching through deserted and trashed streets. A demonic being, partially clad in some kind of armor…
Worst of all, there were his ah so beloved Irma with her friends and the families. With the five girls surprisingly trying to defend their loved ones from impending doom. Their efforts were futile from the beginning. Martin tried to scream and help them, but not even a single muscle in his body twitched. His heart seemed to break when one of those monsters, some grey haired werewolf-beast pounced its claw straight through Mrs. Lair’s back and deep into Irma’s chest, ripping out nearly her entire spine.

“You want to help her, protect her, prove your worth to her. But you are weak.” If his body had listened to him, he would have swung around. But this way the person behind him had do step in front of him. Gasping for air- in his mind only- he saw this strange but angel-like beautiful being. A creature of pure light as it seemed, though with the outlines of a female humanoid. Long tentacles of light flowing from her back, almost surrounding him.
“Many thousands of years ago a group of mighty heroes traveled through the dimensions to protect the heart of every world there is. For this sole reason they created powerful items, each one with a unique trait, the Shen Gong Wu. The last of these heroes, the Grand Master Dragon Dashi, scattered the inactive Shen Gong Wu throughout the dimensions so that the evil forces would not use their power for destruction. Mainly a very dark and fearsome witch called Wuya. Grand Master Dashi managed to trap her inside a magical puzzle-box after a grand battle. After all these years Wuya has been released from her prison. Though lacking a physical body it is only a matter of time before she will be able to collect the Shen Gong Wu and cover all existence in eternal darkness.”
Now, why was she telling him this? Him, the school-nerd and #1-bully-sandbag?
“You have been chosen, mortal one. You will be one of the five Xiaolin-Dragons, the defenders of the Shen Gong Wu. Dojo Kanojo Cho, the Guardian of the Ancient Magical Scroll of the Shen Gong Wu will accompany the Xiaolin-Dragons on their journey. Being a Xiaolin-Dragon you will gain a basic affinity for your destined element which you will have to train hard on. Ultimately you will be given a magical wristband, enabling you to change in your Dragon-Robes and keeping contact with your fellow dragons and Dojo. But for now, you have to start your journey of a thousand miles…”

Next thing Martin Tubbs knew he was standing on the roof of a skyscraper in the middle of Heatherfield. Fully dressed, including his glasses, he wasn’t alone up here. Next to him stood four people, he knew from school. At least by sight. Red haired Nigel Ashcroft, a member of the school’s favorite student band Wreck 55 and part-time member of Uriah’s gang.
Next one was Eric Lyndon, who Martin knew lived at the observatory with his grandfather. New Kid on the block. Possibly a bit crazy about technology and science.
Then there was Alchemy. The bit shy and insecure girl who had always been friends with the now long gone Elyon. By the way, where WAS Elyon?
Oh, yeah. There was Matthew Olsen, called Matt by nearly everyone. Lead guitarist of Wreck 55 and a good character, as Martin thought. Man, he looked tired. Causing Martin to imagine if Matt had possibly spent most of the night on a date with his obvious crush Will Vandom, her in turn being a good friend to Martin’s own crush Irma.
“What… are we doing here?”, Alchemy managed to ask the boys.
Martin had just recognized the wristbands on an all the five teen’s wrists and answered.
Matt’s being purple, Nigel’s being yellow-golden, Eric’s was orange-red while Alchemy’s was light mint-green and Martin’s own light blue.
“You didn’t have kind of a strange dream, did you?”
“How did you know?”, Eric exclaimed stunned. “I think those weren’t dreams.”, Matt voiced.
“Of course those weren’t dreams. They were visions.” All five teens jumped backwards a good meter and looked down at this snakelike lizard-thing. Standing halfway upright- though lacking legs- it looked at all the five teens, scratching it’s chin and stroking it’s tomato-red beard with one of it’s two claws. “So you’re the five chosen ones.” Alchemy nearly screamed.
“I am Dojo Kanojo Cho, Dragon-Guardian of the Ancient Scroll of the Shen Gong Wu.” Suddenly this dragon began shaking like nuts. “Oh, no!” Suddenly he had pulled out an old paper scroll from… nowhere? Only thing on this scroll were a large blue circle, including the scheme of a person and surrounded by some black stylised ring plus a few black ink marks.
From one second to another the drawing of the person changed to one of a coin with a square hole in the middle and the marks had formed words spelling ‘ Mantis Flip Coin’, while the drawing began to move and show a person doing high jumps complete with twists and turns in midair. “What’s going on?”, Nigel really wanted to know. “The Mantis Flip Coin just activated itself.”, Dojo gave a short explanation. Just before a total change to a 50 feet dragon, flying right beside the skyscraper. “Hop on!” If they wanted to save the world- which they obviously did, not having been chosen as Xiaolin-Dragons otherwise- they would have to hurry up. “Hold on tight, this’s goin’ to be…”
So, what were those strange wristbands for? “Changing into your Dragon Robes and communications.” Short answer again. And… how would they do that? “Concentration.” And a bit of talking. Something like “Dragon Power Infinity!” for the robes and just the names for speaking with the others. Hey, those wristbands were magical. “Wuya will probably have already gotten herself a henchman of sorts to collect the Shen Gong Wu. Something for ‘ya to know: There can be battles fought for Shen Gong Wu, called Showdowns.
Those touching one at the same time will engage in this battle.” Of course others must be challenged to a Showdown. “But we’re just teenagers. How could we possibly fight…?”, Alchemy asked, more than slightly afraid. By using their elemental powers and a big amount of training, of course. “Hopefully we’ll get the coin before someone else.”
By the way. What elemental powers did they have? Oh, they would know. For Martin this seemed to be the beginning of a wonderful time. Now he could become strong and prove himself to Irma. This dream would NOT become reality. He would protect her at all cost.
“Ya know, we’ve got to keep this secret.”, Matt sighed. Of course they wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell that story to anybody. If anything, they knew from their everyday-comics what happened to revealed superheroes. Superheroes, they were gonna be superheroes.
Man, coping with that sure took some time.
“We’re nearly there. The Mantis Flip Coin’s gotta be hidden on that bridge.”
The Golden Gate Bridge to be exact. “First time around and everybody’s gonna see us.”
Great, really. One of the greatest emblems of the United States and they were going to fight on it- in the middle of the night. “We’re gonna make breaking news for breakfast, won’t we?” A dragon, six or more people, possibly a bunch of high-tech-robot-warriors and a ghost.
Yup, breaking news for breakfast.
“Are you ready?”, Matt asked the rest of the newly formed Xiaolin-Dragon-Warriors. Standing up on Dojo’s back, they answered. “Ready!”
“Dragon Power Infinity!”
And it began.

Next morning Martin nearly fell asleep in his cornflakes. Yawning a bit too loudly he stretched himself on his seat. Prompting his parents to make this certain…
“You haven’t been up all night, have you?” Nope, not for the last three or four hours.
Just for the fun of it, he turned on the TV in the living room. Just in time. “Special bulletin from San Franciso…” Damn. All they could see on TV were the five Xiaolins battling a horde of so-called Jack-Bots. Flying tin cans that resembled a humans upper-half.
At least they gave a good show. Even in some close-ups. All five Xiaolon-Warriors were dressed in some kind of tight, black Ninja-Outfit, exactly looking like dragon-hide with its small scales. Each one of them had a slightly pointed metal mask covering mouth, cheeks and even the nose, latching under the tight fitting headgear. In addition, they all wore something that looked like a Y-shaped, armoured loincloth-vest-combination made out of leather and a belt attached to it. Mask, the metallic-leathered bracers and combination had a special colouring that resembled the wearer’s element. For Matt they were purple, resembling water. Martin himself wore light blue for his affinity with air. Nigel had a cool yellow-golden look for his element of ‘Heart’. While Eric got to become used to wearing red, his element being fire. Lastly, Alchemy, who wore mint-green for her unfaltering resemblance of earth. By all means, Martin couldn’t help himself but smile broadly. “Superheroes.” Whistling happily he left the house.

Meanwhile Nigel met his girlfriend Taranee Cook. Dark skinned with Asian and African ancestors and dependent on glasses she was possibly the most intelligent girl at Sheffield Academy. “Hi, T.” What was with her? “You’re lookin’ sad.” She seemed really surprised. Well, it was that… oh, she didn’t really know herself what was wrong with her. Nigel whispered into her ear, just as they had passed the snowy street. “Afraid of becoming a little grey mouse? Don’t be. I don’t want to hear that kind of stupid thin’ from the most intelligent girl at the whole Academy. Especially if she’s my very own totally special girlfriend.” By the looks of it Taranee must’ve been nearly melting to some puddle of girl. Oh, by the way. Nigel also had a special surprise for her in store. Just before the school grounds he got that surprise out of his coat’s pocket. At first sight, Taranee hat to take of her glasses and rub her eyes.
“Well, I’ve heard your father’s allergic to fur and I found this little fella in a supermarket.”
Closer look. “ A naked mole rat? With a woolen cap, winter jacket and scarf? “ His name’s Rufus and he’s very intelligent and amazingly skilled.” Just perfect for her. “ You’ll see.” Well, Nigel wore that certain smile.
One thing was really surprising. Uriah and his both lackeys were hanging from tree branches by their underpants. “Mean wedgie.” Seemed as they had finally gotten what they deserved.
And there were the friends.
“Strange.”, Nigel thought loudly. “I think that guy followed us.” Taranee had seen that strange man too. “Man? What man?” Well, friends seemed cheaper if they came by the dozen.
“You ought to be cautious.” Alchemy seemed a bit scared. “Remember Mr. Louis from the book shop? He disappeared around the same time as Elyon.” And that had been months ago.
Cornelia changed subject surprisingly quick. “What’s that!?”, she nearly screamed. “My new pet mole rat. Nigel bought it for me. Isn’t it sweet?”
“Yeah.” Oh, they finally got to notice the new guy. Most of all, how he stood behind Hay Lin.
With Cornelia’s expression telling everything. New boyfriend? Seemed like.
“Well, I’ve heard you’re playing the sax. How `bout joining our band?”, Matt asked interested. “So, we’ll see you later.”
After school at the latest, with the boys carrying the girls backpacks? “That would be nice.”
“And my ex-boyfriend’s not here.” Cornelia didn’t seem that happy.

“She nearly crashed you?” Martin couldn’t believe Eric’s story. Hay Lin slipping on some patch of ice and directly falling into his arms. “And you bought your girlfriend a naked mole rat in Frisco.” Nigel smiled, a bit uneasily. “You all good?” They still couldn’t believe it that they had really become superheroes last night. “How should we train? I mean, we don’t have any experience with these things.” Fighting and use of their respective elements. “Leave that to me. I’ll look something up.”, Martin sounded really self-confident. `Course there were more than enough stories and movies and such things to lent training-techniques from.
“I don’t think that guy who followed us was one of the good ones.”, stated Nigel. He had had some strange feeling about him. “Maybe he’s after teenage girls and…” Alchemy didn’t manage to finish her own sentence. “We’ll keep an eye on our girlfriends.”, Eric assured. He had just gotten his first real gf, he wouldn’t allow someone to kidnap her right in front of his eyes. “I’m with Cornelia.”, stated Alchemy. Maybe that kidnapper would think twice if there were two girls accompanying each other home. Matt would already have to talk to Will about something private in recess, so he could mention this problem. “At least we don’t have to worry about the Wu right now.” Dojo would contact them if another one activated itself and they only had one right now, with Martin carrying it around a chain on his neck. “That’s the bell.” Time for school.

Before recess, Martin already had some ideas concerning training of his new comrades in arms. The new Xiaolin-Dragons, excluding Matt who had to talk to Will, were discussing their new ‘employment’ in the possibly farthest corner of the cafeteria. “We’ll use the typical training methods for martial arts, I suggest.” He remembered having seen an add of a martial arts studio in the newspaper some time ago. “And we could use some training-weights to carry around all the day to get used to them.” Torso, arms, shin. “Oh, I get it. Subconscious muscle training. And helping us with getting faster by the way.”, Nigel understood the implication. But Martin had something else in store for speed training. “I remember a technique in which you use water-filled bowls to train your hand-eye-coordination and speed of your hits. Though I don’t know why they don’t use it for kick-training.”
Alchemy was thinking about her friend Elyon, hoping she and her parents would soon turn up again. “Don’t worry. Just keep jour faith.”, Eric tried to calm her down a bit. It wouldn’t help anybody if she got nuts over her worries. After all, Elyon was a nice girl and a good friend to many of the Sheffield students. “Matt’s having a good time with his girlfriend.” So, why didn’t they join the fun? However, they stopped dead when this astonishing beautiful girl entered the cafeteria. Long, flowing, pitch black hair, silver-green eyes and that certain asian-look. Martin nearly spilled his milk when he recognized the blue strip of cloth on that girl’s left chest. Why he was that nervous? That strip of blue cloth had a golden American eagle on the right end. The whole thing was just the size of a military ribbon.
Just under that one this girl ore a white strip with to blood-red endings. And under that one a multi-colored one. Golden endings, dark blue parts followed by light blue parts more to the middle which was used up by one red between two white vertical stripes.
Now Martin nearly faded. “What IS with you, man?” Well, Martin couldn’t believe himself being right in something just this once. “That’s impossible.”, he started to explain to his friends. “That girl over there is wearing the badges of three of the most prestigious decorations in the world.” Right. They didn’t seem to believe that at first. But then again- hey- who had become a superhero lately? These badges the girl was wearing belonged to the USA- decoration of the Presidential Medal of Freedom with Distinction- the highest civilian decoration of the states- and the Order of the Rising Sun- which was the second most prestigious decoration of Japan and the third apparently being the Congressional Space Medal of Honor. But at least the last one was SO impossible for a schoolgirl to be awarded, being only awarded to real astronauts under the authority of NASA.
Now most of the students stopped dead as that girl stood behind Uriah and his goons- arms folded across her chest and floor-tapping with her foot. Obviously they hadn’t learned from their morning-wedgie. But the point was that the three bullies actually seemed to fear this new girl. Sweating as if they were trying to compete against the Niagaras and almost doing the Crouching Tiger Uriah, Kurt and Clubber left the cafeteria.
Now THAT was news.

Will was the possibly one of the most happy girls in the world that afternoon. “You know, I’m really happy.”, she whispered into Matt’s ear, holding his hand tightly. “And I’m one of the most luckiest guys in the world.”, he whispered back, almost fluting. “So? Why would that be?”, asked Will with a hint of mock annoyance. “Oh, well… Matt started to count with his fingers. “You’re beautiful, kind, strong-willed, intelligent…” and lastly she was a superhero. But Matt couldn’t finish with Will throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.
“Now the only problem is how we break our… engagement to your mom.” At the mention of ‘engagement’ Will’s eyes started to shine like stars. Just for a second but Matt noticed that anyway. “You’re kiddin’, right?”, she wanted to know. “With what?”, he answered, grinning broadly. “That I love you more than anything in the world? That I’d do anything in my powers to protect you from harm? That I’d fight gods to…?” He fully meant it and Will kissed him again. Well, seemed like this would be one long engagement. Hopefully, Will’s mum wouldn’t drag her back to Fadden Hills because of that. None of the two would ever allow THAT.

Irma wasn’t having that good of a time. Martin had begged her to carry her backpack home for her and she had accepted on the condition that he kept his mouth shut.
“Irma?”, he asked. But Miss Lair just raised her hand. “Condition.”
So he closed up to her. “We’re being followed.” For one moment only she was scared but Martin laid an arm around her back and pushed her on, unnoticed from this guy. “Can’t be one of the good guys, can he?”, Martin whispered. Irma suspected the opposite. But this creep surely wouldn’t do anything with all those people around. But Irma’s neighborhood wasn’t that bristling with people. In fact it seemed more like a snow-white ghost-town. That bad-ass was still stalking them. No way, that this was a good guy. But Martin had an idea. He’d drop back and check who that creep followed. Him or Irma. Then he’d phone Mr. Lair, cop by profession. Mr. Evil-Guy would soon wish he’d never ’ve messed with the Xiaolin-Dragons and their friends. But if that son of a bitch really stalked Irma, Martin would do anything to save her. With the Mantis Flip Coin and his not yet trained Xiaolin-Powers as last resort only.
So he slowed his pace and watched this guy passing him.
With just a few meters between them, Martin bulled out his mobile and called Mr. Lair.
“Mr. Lair. Sir, this is Martin Tubbs, it’s about Irma. She’s being stalked by some creep…”
Just then that creep tried to grab Irma by the ankles, causing her to scream in fright.
But Martin reacted promptly by throwing his school bag against that sicko’s head. That made him throw Irma against a nearby tree and turn around. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, whimp.”, growled that goon. But then he already had to catch a kick by Martin, followed by a fist and the second foot. Last of which actually blowed a hit. “Irma! Run! I’ll cover you!” Back on that goon Martin whipped his nose tip with his thumb. “And you’re messin’ with that girl’s boyfriend. Man, you’re in some hell of troubles.” “You don’t know nothing of your so called girlfriend! Or did she tell you of her secret?” That guy had to be totally nuts. “I don’t care. We’re friends. That’s all that counts.” Just in time Martin jumped so that this guy’s blow only hit the pile of snow right behind where the boy had stood only seconds before. But the second hit plucked Martin right out of the air and he was thrown hard through that wooden fence right beside him. “Martin!”, screamed Irma. How weak her little friend was. So he wanted to kill Martin right in front of Irma. But Martin was faster than the blow. He managed a handstand on the guy’s fist, thrusting himself of right on a piece of garden wall. “I’ve got no time for this child play.”, grumbled the villain and grabbed Irma again. With one hand he held both of her ankles, raising her off of her feet. “ Let me go, you sick bastard!”, she screamed. With the other he pulled Martin of his back just about ramming him into the ground. “Police! Freeze!” Right on time.

“So, how did Rufus behave today in school?”, Nigel asked Taranee as they were leaving Sheffield Institute. “Oh, he was quiet and slept most of the day. Until lunch break. I just don’t get it where he put all that food.” At least now it was proven that the cafeteria-food actually was pet food. Rufus being the first known being to actually like that stuff. “I’m always waiting to see if that shit starts creeping around.”, laughed the boy. Taranee had a great idea.
“Why don’t we ask Hay Lin’s granny to cook something for the caf?” So that - just once in eternity- that ‘food’ was actually not hazardous.
“I just hope your parents don’t sue me for giving you little Rufus.”, Nigel joked.
“Dunno, possible. They’ll probably want your CV and criminal record before you’ll be allowed to actually even date me.”, laughed Taranee. “Well I think that’s worth trying. What could possibly happen? Not that they know some rocket scientist who’d put me on a one-way-rocket to the nearest black hole.” Though the Cook-Parents were known to be a bit overprotective, in cases concerning their daughter. A patch on Nigel’s wristband began to shine slightly, plus he felt a bit of a nudge on his mind. The patch had the form of a stylized Asian Dragon and the color of Martin’s element. “What’s up?”, Nigel whispered into the contact of his wristband. “Contact. That creep was after Irma and a real brutish grunt.” So the others had to keep an eye on the girls and best reserve themselves a seat in the hospital’s emergency ambulance. “’ya know maybe we’d try and save the day once in a while.”, laughed Nigel. “Think of it we’re havin’ a dinner-date at a nice little restaurant and some stupid Bonnie & Clyde – impostors try ‘n rob that place.” “I’ll bet my A-Levels on it.” On her mother accusing Nigel of persuading her to rob that place just because the police came in as they had the robber’s masks. “Maybe she’d even spring a fuse on that.” Speaking of the devil. Mrs. Cook just exited her car in front of the Cook residence. “You better split. I don’t want her to…” Taranee didn’t have to finish the sentence. Less was able to as Nigel kissed her deeply. “Take care, you two.” Meaning Rufus as well as Taranee. They were safe, for now.

“What do you think happened to Elyon?”, Alchemy asked Cornelia on her way back home.
“Well, Hay Lin said they were in the Australian outback.”, explained the straw-blonde. But that was just one of the stories that cursed around in Sheffield. Australian outback, Bora Bora, skiing in the alps, Hawaii… Though none of that mattered. No one seemed to have heard or gotten any mail from her or her parents. It was as if they had just disappeared of the planet. Alchemy feared that the Browns might have gotten into real trouble. You know, with all the wars and organized crime and terrorism and that all…
“Don’t worry. Elyon’s a smart girl and not some stupid cheerleader chick.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But what about that strange guy, Taranee said was following her? And Mr. Louis from the bookshop? Maybe they’ve got something to do with it.” Alchemy started shaking with fear and Cornelia took her into her arms. “You don’t have to…” Her mobile rang. “Yeah?” The news she got just then from Irma were something that could have made her shaky, like Alchemy. “You better come home with me. My mom’ll bring you home.” Of course the other girl wanted to know what was up now. “That guy?”, she suspected correctly. “He tried to kidnap Irma and actually kill Martin.” The police were trying to get some identikit right now. They couldn’t leave that kind of psycho running loose in Heatherfield. Lucky for the two attacked friends they were not really harmed. Surprisingly Martin didn’t even have a broken bone. And that with having been thrown through a fence and rammed into the sidewalk. “So, I’m nearly home. Whoever that creep is, he wouldn’t dare break into this building.” Cornelia sounded confident.

Eric was having a bit of trouble with keeping Hay Lin at bay. The Chinese-American girl was really excited and somehow impersonating a rabbit with happily jumping around and clutching Eric’s arm. “Maybe you ought to chill down a bit. We don’t want anyone taking a picture of you jumping over tall buildings…”, Eric laughed. He had heard Hay Lin could build cool Chinese kites. Blushing, she nodded. “So, how about you and me take one of your fine kites, hook a digi-cam to it and use my electric scooter to tow it through the city? Could be hell of a cool vid.” Sci-Fi-style. At least the streets were quiet so no one complained when Hay Lin pinned Eric to the wall, kissing him. A totally cool idea was just flicking on the light bulb over Eric’s head. “Well, how ‘bout I get you some grub at the Silver Dragon?”, whispered Hay Lin with more than a hint of interest in her voice. Well, since he’d get her home anyways…

Matt now had gotten Will home safe. Just in front of the apartment-door. “You don’t actually believe I’d leave you alone while this creep’s loose `round here, do ‘ya?” Will smiled a bit uneasily. At least her mother wasn’t home right now. “My mom’d go nuts if she knew we’re dating.” “Mother’s right.”, stated Matt. They both had had the same idea about that creep. It was sure as hell that he was some bad guy from Meridian. That was the major cause why Matt wouldn’t leave her, alone in this apartment, even if his life depended on it. So, if he was staying anyways…. She grabbed his hand and led him into her bedroom. “Will… wait!” What’s crakin’? She placed him before the window. “Don’t peek.” He didn’t. But he wasn’t stupid. He gulped, as the sound of clothes being discarded was unmistakable. “Will…”, the tried to change her mind on what… “Please, I need you.” She wouldn’t start begging, would she? “Look at me, please?” Or was she that ugly? So Matt turned around. Will stood there, in all her naked glory. “Tell me…” He took her hands, blushing deeply. “You’re not ugly.”
But she… “Do never ever say that. You mustn’t make yourself responsible for your genes.” As Taranee would say. “It’s what you make of what you got that counts.” Now he took a good look, his roaming eyes making her blush in turn. “You really mustn’t be embarrassed by your body.”, he commented his sight. Only seconds later she had wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, and he had laid one hand on her back and the other on her hip. It was this hand that started wandering further down and caressing her butt, making Will moan slightly into Matt’s mouth. Subconsciously she raised her leg, wrapping it around Matt.
Just then the mood-breaker entered the room.
Suddenly Matthew Olsen realized what the scariest, most terrifying thing in the whole wide world was. It wasn’t laser death rays or flesh eating monsters or…
It was being caught by Mrs. Vandom in the middle of some romantic-sexy scene with her nude daughter and trying to make polite conversation with her while at the same time trying to surreptitiously slide his hands from her 13-year old daughter’s ass. He just prayed that there would be enough of him left to bury. “Out.”, Mrs. Vandom growled. No shame if Matt had squeaked like a little girl and wet himself.
But he had promised Will he’d not let her down. So he sat down just beside the apartment door and waited. Mrs. Vandom’s voice could surely be heard in Australia right now. Man, part of him wished Will would tell her mother the whole story.
Ten minutes later Mrs. Vandom left Will’s room, looking really angry and terrifying.
Her sight seemed able to kill. But Matt stood there, upright and facing danger. She could claim temporary diminished responsibility if she killed him right there. “I can explain everything.”, Matt finally said. “Try.”
That bought him some minutes, at least.

At the same time Martin had been finished with the police and was on his way home.
The story about that creep would definitively make headlines. Just as he turned around the corner he heard the sirens of multiple fire engines wailing. Seconds later they rushed by him.
Maybe he couldn’t tell anybody of his double identity and hero life, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a hero. So he ran into the next alley. “Dragon Power Infinity.” A gust of wind catched him, whirled around him, covered him from head to toe and as it had disappeared the Xiaolin-Dragon of Wind had been reborn. It only took him a few jumps between the alley’s buildings to reach the roof and from there the street. Jumping from one side of the street to the other, high above the ground, sometimes even walking on the walls, he followed the fire engine’s wail to a burning apartment-building. Even from a block away he could her the desperate cries of a mother begging somebody, anybody, to rescue her child from the flaming inferno. Just opposite of the wrecked building he stopped, hanging oblique from the wall, holding himself with one hand from a window still. Mere seconds after the people on the street had noticed him, he jumped right trough a window of the burning building.
For moments he didn’t feel the heat. It seemed as if the flames didn’t dare reach out for him. As if a shield of cool air surrounded him. Where was the baby? Most of the building’s structure already had already gone to hell. Had to happen, if you build a house on the basis of wooden planks. Parts of the ceiling broke down. How was he supposed to get the baby?
Explosions shook the building, ripped out a whole row of windows with parts of the wall. The people screamed in panic, stepped back. Even firefighters and police-officers feared for their lives. And then this black scheme appeared from a jet of exploding fire, landing on the street with a loop. “Here’s your baby. He’s unharmed.” The Xaiolin-Dragon of Wind handed the little baby to it’s mother. The woman nearly went to her knees, shaking with relief and sobbing with joy. “Thank you! Oh, thank you!” But who was he? By the time that question was asked he was already squatting on a streetlight. “A friend.”

Later the same day Herbert Olsen, Matt’s grandfather, picked him up with his car.
“I think now’s time for ‘the talk’.”, he began. Matt grinned uneasily. “Well I don’t know who you are anymore. You shirk your chores. You often just disappear. You sleep in class…”
“I’ve got other things on my mind.”, Matt interrupted. “Like little Will Vandom? You’re changing. I went through exactly the same thing when I was your age.”
“No. Not the same thing. It’s different.”
“Matt. These are the years when a man changes into the man he’s gonna be the rest of his life. Just be careful what kind of man you change into.” Mr. Olsen paused. “Remember: With great power comes great responsibility.”
That made Matt truly smile. “I’m not stupid. I’d never hurt Will or do something to her.” Old Mr. Olsen knew that. Matt had always been a good and bright boy. And now he had something to tell. “I’ll promise you something, grandpa.” They had just stopped at some traffic lights. The right moment for Matt to leave the car. “I’ll become more than a man. I’ll devote my life.” Devote his life to something good, something good and great. “I’ll make you proud. Just trust me.”

She was a young girl, and the shadow was sure that she was younger than itself, who was pressed against the wall by this older man. A gray haired man who rudely stuck his hand under her skirt und surely had found his target. One hand turned her around harsh, the young girl with the brown hair, green eyes reflecting her fright as she was pushed backwards into this dark alley, surrounded trashcans and old posters that had once covered different walls.
Graffiti gave the alley a hint of color as she looked into the eyes of this man, a scar above his brows paying tribute to his age. She could smell the alcohol and it was beginning to dawn upon her in what mess she had gotten herself. With his big hand he held both of her wrists above her head and the free one roamed under her skirt. Only a silent cry escaped her mouth. So scared and she couldn’t even manage a scream for help. “Pretty bitch.”, she heard and hard breath escaped his throat. Her lips were painted by dark lipstick to make her appear older. Her eye shadow bit itself with her green eyes. The rouge on her cheeks mockingly covered her scare. Her eyes were open wide with horror as her last piece of clothing fell to the floor. “Let’s have some fun.” Her leg was raised. Tears were welling up in her eyes as this man was about to rob her of the last thing that reminded her that she stil was a young girl.
The shadow couldn’t believe that men existed who bought young girls for their entertainment. Some of them were young, so young. What must have happened to them that they sold themselves this way? Or were sold. It was obvious that some brothels bought these poor children from orphanages, stuck the in those horrible sick clothes, painted them a bit with make-up and gave them to men to toy with. The shadow asked itself how sick someone had to be to touch children this way. But nobody in this part of town cared about it. Not one person. The screams and the crying were ignored. Nobody wanted to hear them. Nobody help those helpless and weak children. Nobody protected them from their gruesome fate. Nobody cared if one of them committed suicide because they couldn’t live with the pain and disgrace anymore.
No one.
Until now.

A sudden flash of light lid the alley and blinded the man for a moment. Enough time to free the girl from his grasp. By the time the sicko could see again he faced five black dressed people. “Who are you freaks?”, hissed the man.
“Ember, Dragon of Earth.”
“Khor, Dragon of Fire.”
“Tridart, Dragon of Wind.”
“Shagon, Dragon of Water.”
“Long, Dragon of Heart.”
And that bastard was going to rot behind bars. Well, Mr. Lair found him and the girl not even half an hour later on his patrol, hanging upside down from a streetlamp’s post, complete with photos of the bastard trying to rape the girl.

Next morning, Matt was yawning a bit too loud. Mrs. Vandom opened the door before he could even ring the bell. “Hello, Matt. Are you here to accompany Will to school?”, she asked with noticeable suspicion in her voice. “Well, I had this nightmare about Will, her friends and this lunatic freak. So I at least wanted to convince myself that she’s all right.”
So… he could take Will to school. Just one more thing. “No careless or rash making out.”
“Mom!”, Will tried to protest, blushing a deep crimson. But Matt raised one hand while he took Will’s with the other. “I promise we won’t be that stupid.” There were enough people who’d want his head served on a silver plate if something like that happened.
Mrs. Vandom being the prime candidate. “And? You got some news?” Will leaned into Matt’s arm an sighed. “Yeah. That guy was Frost.” One of the goons from Meridian. “Knew you could take care of him yourself.” The boy held the girl a bit closer. He could feel it. Will shook a bit with fear. “The girls and I’re magical superheroes.”, she began with an almost feeble voice. “But this fear….” Fear of normal gangsters. Bad guys with guns and…
“You don’t need to be afraid.”, Matt tried to console her. “I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to you.” But thinking of the people who could want some powers like hers…
They didn’t need to actually be criminals or lunatics. Could be part of the military or some police force. He’d bet his whole life’s allowance on that. “Just to make sure. Maybe Principal Knickerbocker already got the FBI or even Interpol on that case. Ya know, Elyon’s disappearance and now this creep. You’ve got the right to make a phone call, you don’t have to say anything without a lawyer, they’re not allowed to threaten you or your family nor are they allowed to torture you. Well, simply the basic human rights.” Will gave him a nudge with her elbow. “You’re here to protect me, remember? Not frighten me.” She changed subject. “So, was your grandpa angry with you?” Nope. “He just tried to have ‘the talk’ with me. Did, somehow. I told him, he doesn’t have to worry.”
“Yeah, my mom to. That’ve been some long hours.” Of course, a 13-year old girl with her first boyfriend. But there was something else chewing on her mind. With last night and everything. “You know, that was nice, back there.” Matt smiled meaningful. That surprised Will and made her blush and lean into Matt some more. “Really nice.” Her very first experience with that kind of thing. But it wasn’t good to rush these things. “I had to think about that.” Long into the night. “But I just couldn’t quite imagine how that would be. Being a family and having a baby and all.” Matt’s face went from cool-bleached to tomato-alert in under three seconds. Of course Will wanted to be part of the Olympic swimming team one day and maybe to even win gold. It was her big dream. “Right now I can’t even talk with my mum about my problems.” That’s one of the points why being a superhero will sure as hell really suck sometimes. “One of the primary problems of superheroship.”, Matt understood. “The fear your loved ones could be hurt because of you being a superhero. That’s why most of us keep our dual identities a secret. We were damn lucky Phobos didn’t sink that low. And how could our families react to our big secret? The second primary problem.” They could be terrified of them, their children being abnormal monsters. “I’m afraid.”, Will admitted.
“You know, maybe I’ll sound like some sort of preach or somethin’ but I’ll tell you anyway. People don’t always say that faith is capable of moving mountains because it’s one big hoax. Power doesn’t only come from here.” He took her hand and formed it into a fist. “It also comes from here.” He tipped her forehead. “And here.” He laid his hand on her chest.
“You- most of all- ought to know that. The universe is a wondrous place where just about anything might happen. Just open your senses and take it in.” Thinking of it…
Matt handed her a present. “Nothin’ big. Just something any superhero could use.” That Will had to see. ‘Fine Aphorisms For Each Day Of The Year.’ A book about wise philosophical and theological sayings, mostly of asian origin. It was a saying of Chuang Tzu, a Tao philosopher, about a man who hated his own shadow and tried to get rid of it just to fall to the ground and be dead. It’ so simple to loose your shadow. Just lie down beneath a tree and relax. Just relax.
But right about now Will hugged Matt tightly.
Sadly, this cute little scene was ruined by the school’s bell.

Minutes later they met Irma’s father. “Hello, Will, Matt.” Knickerbocker had called the cops.
“Mr. Lair?”, Will asked surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m helping two agents from the crime psychology department of Interpol.” That fit. Will sighed. “It’s just that her mother caught us in some rather incriminating situation, yesterday after school.” It took some moments for Mr. Lair to catch the meaning of these words. “Oh.” Maybe he ought to have some words with his daughter when she got home from school. But for now the Interpol-Agents were waiting for Will. Matt pressed her hand to reassure her and to help her remember what he had told her minutes ago.
“Will, these are Agents Medina and McTiennan.” Female Agent Medina with long, brown hairs in a very long pony tail, wearing big, thin rimmed glasses. Male Agent McTiennan with shoulder long straw colored hair. Both of them confirming the cliché of the typical agent. Complete with trench coat and everything. “We were told you knew something about the Brown’s disappearance.” Thought they were cool or somethin’. “I heard Elyon and her family were in the alps, skiing.” Will had closed her eyes to help her keep calm, her hands and arms wrapped around her new book. “Tell me, how do you think one teenage girl or perhaps five could be able to make another girl and her parents disappear. Perhaps even without a single trace left behind.” Direct hit. “Aren’t you just somehow trying to lose your own shadows by running as fast as you can? I’d rather sit down beneath a tree and relax.” She actually smiled.
“Every teenage girl has her secrets. I, for example, didn’t tell my mom about my boyfriend. Yesterday she caught us.” “Aren’t you a bit young for that kind of relationship?” Sweet. McTiennan seemed to care about that. “There are 4th-graders making out. Besides my boyfriend and me didn’t really. And now I’d like to get to my class.” Oh, and she’d be happy to help find Elyon. After all, Elyon was a nice girl. And a friend. “Why don’t you concentrate on that creep who tried to kidnap and murder friends of mine?”

Lunch break. “All cool?”, Matt asked his girlfriend. Not really. “I hate maths.”, Will sighed.
“Hy’a, ladies. Want to sign my petition?” Martin, grinning broadly. “Petition? What do you petition against?”, Hay Lin wanted to know. “Dihydrogen monoxide. That stuff’s really dangerous.” Martin handed her a leaflet with pictures and all the negative effects of dihydrogen monoxide. “Inhalation of vapor may cause death, major component in acid rain…” “Sounds really bad.”, Irma thought. And all streams, lakes and even oceans were contaminated with it. Matt, grinning up to his ears bowed down and whispered something into Will’s ear. “Dihydrogen monoxide means water.” H2O. Startled, Will looked over the table into Irma’s face. “Hey, even those two Interpol-Agents signed.”, Cornelia noticed.
“That’s not some kind of joke.” Wow, Taranee even recognized what Martin was talking about. “Scientific research covered in a joke shrouded in the darkness of an test of intellect.”, was Martin’s answer. “Dihydrogen monoxide means water.”, Taranee whispered. “So that’s why someone wrote ‘nice try’ in Cantonese.” “Mandarin, not Cantonese.” That was this new girl. “Don’t ever sneak up on me like that again!”, demanded Cornelia. “My name’s Shen Long. I’m from San Francisco.” Hay Lin nearly spilled her orange juice. “Just like that. My mom’s parents thought that was funny and meaningful at the same time. Calling her Kin.” Mind if she took the last seat? “No, it’s all right.” But what was that interesting about her name that Hay Lin nearly made a mess and now just about fainted? “They’re only names.” “Shenlong is the name of a powerful dragon in Chinese mythology.”, explained Hay Lin. Meaning ‘Celestial Dragon’ and Qing Long was the primary of the four celestial guardians, the ‘Azure Dragon’.
“And that little standard quadratic equation’s not that complex.” Shen grinned warmly. “Yeah, for you and your knack for maths.”, Will commented. “Nope. I’m not a genius like Miss Cook here. I’m just used to be doing far more complex formulas.” Like what? “Like operations research, advanced statistics and orbital and stellar trajectories.” Oh, that. The boys and girls couldn’t believe that.
“Look. All you have to do is scan the whole exercise for equations where you’ve got a real number. You take the variable which belongs to that number and look up if that variable is used in a different equation. Then you take the value of the variable from the first equation and insert it in the second equation. If you can’t manage an exercise, maybe you should draw a diagram of it. Look for the values that ought to be used in the diagram. That would be x and y for most of the time.”
“I think I got it.”, Will answered, hesitating for a moment. “Then it’s good.” Shen smiled and left the table.

The rest of the day went smooth and without much trouble, save for Martin who’d nearly got beaten by the football-team. Will had told Matt she wanted to help Cornelia cope with Caleb’s absence. That’s why she even brought her friend a little black and gray kitten that evening. Though it only took minutes and Lilian, Cornelia’s little sister, claimed the kitten as her own and named it Napoleon. But unknown to the teen-superheroes, the two agents from Interpol had met a strange little girl.

“Another one? Now?” The five Xiaolin-Dragons had just met at the backyard pool, having been noticed that another Shen Gong Wu was active. “I don’t believe it! The Eye of Dashi!”, Dojo the dragon exclaimed, totally surprised. “Wasn’t Dashi the name of that all-powerful master?” Yup, the same. The Wu was a rhomb-amulett with an oval ruby in the middle that was supposed to be able to throw bolts of electricity. For one moment they all were silent and exactly in that moment they heard a girl’s voice. “Ain’t it sweet, Sandpit? The officials will be accusing the guardians of a crime that was never committed.” Just in time the five Xiaolins and Dojo managed to hide in the back entrance of the Brown’s run-down house. “That’s this strange girl!”, Martin hissed. Then came the big surprise. The girl turned into some kind of totally black haired spider with four grayish, long and muscular limbs and four ice-blue eyes. In her company was a walking, humanoid pile of sand. “Definitively bad guys.” Matt remembered that spider-creature-girl from the last battle against Phobos, only days ago. She somehow must have found a way to come to earth and harm the girls. It was obvious what crime she had been talking about. “Better take care of these monsters.”, Nigel suggested. He didn’t want his girlfriend to be attacked by those two. “Ready?”, asked Matt. “Ready.”, the other four Xiaolins answered. “Dragon Power Infinity!” The monsters turned around to see the five heroes fully transformed into Xiaolin-Dragons. “Who are you?”, the spider-beast-girl hissed angrily. “We’re the Xiaolin-Dragons.”, Shagon teased. “And you monsters are not wanted on our world.”, Khor added. “We give you one chance to leave unharmed. Go or be banished.”, Tridart gave the warning. Instead of retreating the two monsters attacked. “Mantis Flip Coin!”, the Dragon of Wind activated his Shen Gong Wu. Before the spider-monster could react he had jumped around the place like a renegade gum-ball. “Sandpit! Help me here!” Oh, was the itsy-bitsy spider trapped in a web? The sand-monster’s arm had turned into blades and smashed Ember into the house’s foundation. “One down, four to go.”
“Too bad Ember’s the Dragon of Earth, bitch.” Khor lit a lighter and exhaled into the spider-monster’s direction, causing the sand-monster to partly turn into glass. Tridart and Shagon meanwhile put the spider-bitch into a trashcan. “Have you heard that!?” Crap. Just for one moment the Xiaolins got distracted by the Interpol agent’s voice. “Damn! Those two!”
“Dojo!” For the single moment they had been distracted the two monsters had managed to disappear through a shining portal-like apparition. “Hey! You!” The little snake-dragon had just opened one of those blue-shining portal-thingies all the six comrades jumped through just in time and rode away on Big-Dojo. “Now, this is another dimension?”, Tridart asked surprised. It didn’t look very different from what they knew, at least at first sight. “This is Metamoor.”, Dojo explained. “Haven’t been here some time. Bad guy-thing.” Now, where was that Shen Gong Wu? They were flying over an area of woods, surrounded by mountains.
“There’s a village down there.”, Shagon noticed. A village with a miraculous castle, resting atop a monolithic mountain. The Dragon of Water closed his eyes for a moment. Of all the places in the universe, why did they have to come here? “Just be warned. Not everybody here is human.” They could have thought about that. “And please don’t ruin the place more as it is anyway. People here have suffered for fourteen years.” Yeah. “Everything here looks like taken right out of a fairy-tale.”, thought Ember. No, not everything. That village over there seemed to have been totaled. “Where do we start searching for the Wu?”, Dojo was asked. It felt as if it was round that village near the foot of the castle-mountain that was surrounded by one big lake. Shagon sighed. “Let’s just try and not be spotted.” He didn’t want to mess with the good soldiers of Meridian. Those had just freed their home of evil prince Phobos and earned themselves their peace. “Let’s land outside and sneak into the village.” Being dressed almost completely in black they surely wouldn’t be spotted that quickly. Unhampered they reached the first buildings. Two soldiers of a bit brutish appearance patrolled the area. They seemed to have grayish-brown skin and sport some kind of partial horn-like trimmings. A human appeared from inside a building, shoulder-long, straw-colored hair and too sporting some of that trimming as it seemed. The two guards greeted him as if he were an officer. Shagon, wearing the darkest color, led the way with Dojo on his shoulder. He waved his hand, signaling his friends to hush through this alley before the guards could come round. “Did you hear what they were talking about?”, Tridart was asked, his element being air. “Yeah. They’re relieved that some evil prince Phobos is finally defeated. And they seemed to be very grateful towards some guardian-girls.” Guardians? “That spider-girl was talking about guardians.” Could she have meant the same? Interesting. “You found the Eye yet?”, Shagon wanted to know from Dojo. “More into the direction of the castle.” And with that, more into the direction of trouble.
“There in that other ruin.” The five Xiaolins and Dojo were hiding behind the inner corner of what were the remnants of a townhouse. On the other side of this square seemed to be their target. “How are we supposed to find the Eye of Dashi in that pile of rubble?” And how were they going to cross the square without being seen by the guards? Under his mask, Nigel began to grin. “Why won’t we let our new friend Dojo earn himself this one?” With being not larger than a snake, the little dragon could sneak into the other ruin and search it for the Wu. “Don’t be such a fuzz. At least….” Eric stopped short of his words. “We’ve been spotted.”, he surmised the look in his friends’ eyes. “Who are you?” Great. A whole bunch of soldiers. Four regulars lead by one who had a sickly green skin, was bald ad sported more than average of these horn-trimmings. That one was armed with a crossbow, holding it with both hands in a ready position. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to move a muscle. “We’re the Xiaolin-Dragons and we’re searching for a magical artifact.”, Shagon tried to explain. “Why are you sneaking around our town in the middle of night like some…?” “The artifact only activated hours ago and we couldn’t search for it before that had happened.” Under his Xiaolin-mask Shagon smiled. “We’re the good guys and if we don’t find the artifact before our enemy does…” The officer demanded to know who this enemy of these so called ‘good guys’ was.
“Them.” Just in time Shagon managed to shove the officer aside and the others to scatter.
Shagon came to his feet with the help of one of his hands, using a deep position. “Wuya!”, Ember shouted, getting herself up from one wrecked cart. “Hey!”, that crazed boy-genious up there complained. The old hag’s wannabe lackey. Wuya nowadays was nothing more than a black, white and red masked spectre that looked something like violet a cross between an octopus and a star-shaped cross. Jack Spicer called himself a boy-genious and wore boots to fingerless gloves and a half-ruined black trench coat. His yellow goggles looked almost like Wuya’s eyes and held back his fiery red hair. On his back he had a backpack-helicopter actually nothing more than a motor with two helicopter-rotators on poles.
The real problem was his army of so called Jack-Bots. Those mecha-electronic warriors hovered a dozen meters over the ground, firing laser-death-rays trashing around with rotary-swords and that kind of shit. “What are those monsters!?”, the soldier-guards screamed.
The officer tried to destroy one of the bots with using his crossbow-bolts.
“They’re armored!” Khor jumped to intercept some of the laser-bolts that were fired at a group of guards. “Khor!” Shagon grabbed a sword, ran to his other to comrades who supported his jump with a push. While landing on one of the bots he saw that Khor was unharmed, having crossed his arms in front of his torso and his suit absorbed and deflected most of the energy. Ember just grabbed the retractable arm of a low flying bot, whirling him around and slamming him into the ground. Shagon rammed the sword through the head of his bot. Just as he jumped, grabbing onto another one, his attention was drawn to a spark in this ruin down there. “Stupid boy! Get the Shen Gong Wu!”, bickered Wuya. Shagon got his hand on the Wu just as Jack burrowed his head into the ground, right besides the Wu. “What now!?”, the wannabe-evil-sidekick wailed. “Jack Spicer! I challenge you to a Showdown!”, Shagon called out. “Whoever reaches the Wu first!” Crap. Shagon would have to remember that the surrounding goes crazy when a Showdown is called for. In this case it was a plain that was spiked with abnormally large wreckage from buildings with a monolithic mountain in the middle on with the Wu waited. Gong Yi Tanpai!

“I wonder why the veil was lifted.”, Matt mumbled to himself the next morning.
Man, his body hurt. That had been some intense Showdown. At least they had gotten the Eye of Dashi. Though he surely wouldn’t be able to move his limbs correctly for a few days.
But that was worth it. He wondered what would happen with the scrap metal from the Jack-Bots Wuya and Jack had left behind. The Meridians were little technologically advanced, limping hundreds of years behind earth. And now they got those high-tech-parts. That was surely going to be difficult. Will nearly screamed as she opened the door. She was shocked to see her boyfriend sporting bruises and a shiner. “What happened?”, she asked whispering, fright and care mixed in her voice. “I wanted to do a bit of training. Got slightly out of control.” Training? What for? How did he dare to frighten her like that? “I promised to protect you. And I want to protect the ones I love.” He would do everything he could to accomplish that. Both yawned at exactly the same moment. “Long night?”, Matt asked.
“Candracar called in the middle of night.” Did it?
“And I thought that was just some kind of brand name.”, the boyfriend joked. Giant, bluish castle complex, surrounded by sky and masses of clouds. “The Council of Candracar wanted to tell us guardians and Elyon a thing or two about the veil before they lifted it.” No more portals? Instead she had to learn to create space-folds. “You know, they could have warned us before they transported us there. It was SO embarrassing, when they met us.” The five guardians and Elyon only being in their nightclothes. “Could’ve been much worse.”, Matt commented, smiling and eyeing her. Oh! She blushed and lowered her head. “We don’t seem to be getting some free time of being guardians. Meridian has been attacked last night. I’m not the only one here who can create portals or space-folds. Aldarn and Tynar told us it was some kind of ghost and a flying boy.” Problem was, they had an army of flying robots and seemed to originate from somewhere on earth. “I don’t want to make things worse but last night I saw that spider-girl and a walking pile of sand.”, Matt confessed. Shocked, Will inhaled audibly. “Miranda!?” Yup. “Better look if she managed to nick some of your stuff.” Good point.
“My calculator!” She had put it back in her bag last eve and now it was gone. “But what could she want with my calculator?” Lots of stuff. Remember? The enemy was capable of magic. Matt shrugged. “Maybe they wanted to plan false evidence and make you look responsible for Elyon’s disappearance.” Great. The last thing they needed was to be under constant surveillance. “When hell breaks loose you could always grab your families and move to Meridian. Elyon’s got a nice place there.”, Matt suggested. “But if W.i.t.c.h. goes public they’ll probably won’t leave anyone of our friends and families alone.”, Will feared. “At least Elyon will be coming back. When we told her about the problem she said she would be trying to convince Alborn and Miriadel to let her finish this semester.” Then Interpol hopefully would close this case. But Matt thought, he’d rather bet on them sending a spy.

Now, what? “Irma! What’s going on?”, Will asked one of her best friends. “Seems, as if those Agents disappeared last night.” So, that’s why Mr. Lair was waiting for her. “Good morning, Mr. Lair.”, Will greeted. “Will, we have to talk.” He didn’t seem to bee in a good mood. “Is there a problem?” The redhead sounded really innocent. Just like a little girl. Even tried to do a bit of puppy-eyes. “Yesterday, Agents Medina and McTiennan got a search warrant for the Brown’s abandoned home. I heard they had found something hours earlier. They were last seen entering the house. We found this in the basement.” Will’s face went chalk-white. “My calculator!”, she exclaimed. “So you confess, that this is yours?”
“Hey, Will.” Cornelia proved quick thinking. “Didn’t you loose your calculator yesterday?”
“Yeah. You looked for it.”, Hay Lin added. Hadn’t that been when she’d run into this new girl? What was her name? Maybe one of the friends had met her too and learned her name. Chin-long, smooth black hair, grayish-green eyes, purple skirt. “Strange. I’ve seen that girl too.”, commented Martin. “But I can’t remember having seen her before the day before yesterday.”
But then… “I think I’d better check back with your principal.” That had been close.
“Man, this sucks. Why always us?”, Irma complained. “Wait a sec.” Taranee had this look again. What now? “Maybe Miranda and Sandpit have kidnapped those agents “ Duh! “Imagine what could happen!” All five Witch-girls shuddered. “I’ll take care of that.”, Matt volunteered. “What?” Now, Will wouldn’t let that happen. “You’ll be under close watch by the cops and I’ll talk to Elyon about that problem.” But those agents were sure to recognize him. Or maybe they’d seen a picture of Caleb and recognized him too. “No prob’. We’ll just masquerade ourselves.” As he insisted.

Will surely had to train her aiming-skills with the space-folds. Matt had appeared well over the lake. “At least ‘t was only water.” Could’ve been some manure heap. “Hey! You!” Two guards, good. “The guardians sent me!”, Matt explained hastily. “I’ve gotta see the queen at once!” “Who says you’re not one of…” “You were at the feast.”, another guard remembered. Then it was okay. “They’ve got big problems. I need to talk to Caleb and the queen at once.”
Lucky thing they had one of those hugongs ready so Matt could be at the castle within a few minutes. “Songboy!” Of all the friends it was Blunk who was first to greet Matt.
“Blunk! Where’re Elyon and Caleb? We’ve got some hell of an emergency!”
“Queen and Caleb in throne’s room.”, the little green passling explained.
“Matt!” Of course, they all wondered what this normal earth-boy was doing here. “Grand problem! The two agents from Interpol who’re investigating your ‘disappearance’ have vanished themselves. Problem is, I’ve seen Miranda and Sandpit last night. Seems as if they were plotting something.” Miranda and Sandpit were on earth? How was that possible? “Could they have kidnapped those agents?”, Caleb asked. “Possibly.”, Alborn thought. “We’ve gotta find them.” Find them and delete their recent memories before someone did something really stupid. “How are Cornelia and the others?”, Caleb wanted to know. They all had been a bit scared when they’d noticed Matt’s current state. “Police are keeping close watch on them.” Obviously they really thought that five girls could make two profi-agents disappear. “We’d better masquerade.”, Matt advised Caleb and the Browns.
No problem for the latter two with them having Meridianite-Forms. Agents Medina and McTiennan sure as hell had guns on them. “Blunk, you better come with us. You ought to be able to sniff those two out.” Blunk good tracker. “I’m coming with you. I’m the only one here who knows what the agents look like.” Allright. But he’d get some armor. At least a full helmet and kind of mask for a disguise. Tynar ad Drake had already been called for and were now rushing into the throne room. “We’ve come as you wished your highness.”
“Two people from earth have possibly come through earth last night. It is most important they are found and brought here as soon as possibly and they must not be harmed.”, Elyon bade.
“It’s sure that they’re armed with small but powerful earth-weapons.” Matt gave them a quick briefing, including a rather good description of the agents. “I suggest we take five groups and search the nearest surroundings of the villages around the lake.”, Miriadel proposed. Alborn would stay within the castle with a sixth group in case of emergencies. Blunk would accompany Caleb. Matt closed his eyes so he could better remember where Dojo hat opened the portal and the first space-fold last night. They had to have passed through either. “Will’s told me that the guardians’ve been here last night. Better check around every portal or space-fold from last night that you know of.” Good.

“Hey, T.”, Nigel greeted his girlfriend at lunchtime. Cornelia still seemed to hold a grudge or something against Rufus. “What’s on?” The blonde sure had a loss for words. “I must say, a naked mole rat IS strange.”, Hay Lin confessed. Strange but absolutely cool. “He can even brush his teeth.” No way! And Rufus fancied cheese. What was with Will? She seemed unnerved. “It’s the whole Elyon-thing.”, Irma explained. “Those cops are treating us as if we’re mass murderers or something.” Plus the fact that both classes would be visiting the museum for the new antiques-exhibition. Will imagined that her mother would be accompanying them for additional supervision and- worse- snogging with Mr. Collins. She just hoped, everything would turn out good in the end. “So, would ‘ya tell us normal mortals why you disapprove that?” Honestly, Will thought, she’d only heard the voice in her mind and didn’t really bother to answer. “I know how it is, if your boyfriend isn’t that welcome at your home.”, Taranee explained, eyeing Nigel who was standing behind her, giving her shoulders a comfortable massage. “Ya know, I’ve got a criminal record.” He smiled warmly and broadly. “I’ll have to save your life or somethin’ to convince your mum, that I’m a good guy.”, he joked, bowing down and having his head just besides his girlfriend’s. “Bet you’ll have to become a superhero and save the world.”, Irma laughed. “Or maybe he’s gotta take a space-shuttle and destroy some really big asteroid that would kill all life on earth.”, Hay Lin added. Hey, he’d do that on the spot. “Hi’ya, fellas.” The friends were startled to see Martin sporting a shiner and some bruises. “What happened?”, Irma demanded to know. “Uriah and his goon-squad.” She practically dragged him to the infirmary. “Ain’t they some nice couple?”, Eric thought. “Yeah.”, Hay Lin agreed, appearing a bit to dreamily. Oh, yeah. She was holding Eric’s hand. That explained everything. Raging hormones, teenager stuff. She didn’t even notice the weight-bands on his arm.

Matt had appeared back at school just in time for the last class. Now he’d gotten detention, every afternoon `till weekend. But at least he’d seen Will before she’d left school. “Don’t worry. We’ve got the agents covered.”, he had whispered into her ear. That was when she’d kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks.” No big.
The big thing was the baboons in the detention-classroom. Uriah and his two nutbrain-sidekicks were goofing around as if there was no tomorrow. Totally normal, no cheerleaders or jocks around here. Of all the…
Well at least Matt had enough time to check through the song Martin had given him. A little love song, what else.

Speaking of which. Martin had still insisted on accompanying Irma home, claiming that it had saved her only the day before. While Irma tried to loose him by explaining that he’d nearly been killed by that meanie. But he hadn’t and that creep had fled. And besides that, since she had taken care of him after he’d met Uriah this day, he owed her that. Least of all.
“No.”, Irma had stopped just a second before she turned around. “We’re even.”, she insisted. Martin had saved her life and she had almost done the same for him. Okay, not exactly even.
Both of them knew and Martin just smiled. He was content with carrying her bag on her way home. On thing wondered Irma. Normally Martin would’ve called her by those embarrassing nicknames, at least a good hundred times this day alone. But he had not done half of the time he normally used to. “You know, Buttercup. I think you’re gonna be a big presenter one day.”
That startled Irma. She really hadn’t expected something like THAT. Well, at least Martin had started calling her nicknames again. So at least this was all right now.
But then… her father was waiting for her at home.

Nigel was writing on his own little lovesong. Feet on his desk he was half way dreaming about Taranee, staring at his room’s ceiling. That was when his mobile was ringing. “Yeah.”
It was her. “I’ve just been thinking of you.” He smiled. Obviously she had done the same. She ought to be careful. At least her mother wouldn’t be too happy if she knew they were keeping contact. “Don’t ‘ya think your mother keeps your mobile tapped?”, he joked. But that was not funny. “I’m glad she let me keep it. With the whole Elyon-thing going. She was near the point where she wanted to accuse you…” That he had been responsible for her helping with Elyon’s disappearance. “See, how ‘bout we get some grub? Friday afternoon?” Silence from the other end. Oh, she was just surprised that he really asked her on a… “A date?” Yup, a date. A real, live-action, soap-opera-like date. So, they would spend Friday afternoon together. Just Nigel and Taranee. Best in a small restaurant. That would really be nice. He just hoped that nothing serious would cross this date. Hopefully her mother wouldn’t find out and ruin the plans. He sighed. For now, he got himself a date with his girlfriend. That was worth any trouble. Even facing a rampaging judge-mother. We’ll ‘t was just the same thing as with Matt and Will. They’d just have to prove that they were made for each other.

Eric was visiting the Silver Dragon with his grandfather for some dinner. “Hey, ‘ya.”, Eric greeted Hay Lin. “What‘re you doing here?”, the girl asked, with happy anticipation.
“Seems as if we got some totally empty fridge back home and we’re really hungry, ‘ya know.” He took her hands and asked in a concerned tone: “And how’s the thing with the cops?” Better, thank you. Now came the problematic part. He gulped slightly. “Well, what I wanted to ask. How about- if it’s not too much trouble- you and me and your gran and my gramps, well I thought we could…” Just then Yan Lin appeared in the doorway. “How about just now? Double-date, sounds cool. And your grandfather’s some hot stud.” Hay Lin and Eric flung open their eyes with amazement of Yan Lin’s commentary.
So, everybody here got what they wanted.

Right after his detention, Matt headed straight for Will’s place. Just to check up on her. Man, he had this awful feeling that something was absolutely wrong. As if… someone was following him. He’d put his allowance on the chance that this had something to do with those two agents reappearing in Frisco. Could’ve been some better plan though. That was not the cops. At least it didn’t feel like the cops, neither like goons from Meridian. He’d have to talk to Will about this. Whoever was following him had surely targeted her. With all the strange things that had been happening with her around, that would be no surprise. Why couldn’t they’ve found some Shen Gong Wu that could take you wherever you wanted? “That’d be cool.”
Now, that was too obvious. A guy with a cam, crouching in his car. PE, so. Matt was just ringing the doorbell when a bunch of cops made their entrance. “Out of the way, boy.”, the first of these law-keepers barked. “Police! Open up!”
They didn’t even bother to explain anything to Mrs. Vandom and burst past her, searching the apartment. “What is going on!?”, Will’s mother demanded to know. “Will!” The girl had screamed, almost in terror. “Get off me!” “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Nobody saw it coming. The blow of Matt’s fist sent one of the cop’s teeth flying. Exactly the one that was kneeing above Will and cuffing her ankles like she was some mass murdering criminal, about to hit her with his fist. Matt’s next move was picking up his girlfriend and shoving her behind himself. “Anybody else with an urgent wish to suck his food through a straw?” He sounded confident and heroic. But this was SO out of control. Some of the coppers were readying their truncheons, the others were fingering their guns. “Now, we can do this gig like civilized people. Without you guys harassing and groping my girlfriend and me beating you senseless for it, MK-Style.”
“Or maybe we’ll just shut ‘ya up.” The shot bellowed through the apartment. “Matt!”, screamed Will in shock and panic. Her boyfriend fell against her and sank into her arms, unconscious. For ‘bout half a minute none of the cops moved. “Are you out of yer mind?”, one of the coppers shouted. Will had sunk to her knees, holding Matt’s motionless body in her arms. “Matt.”, she sobbed. Anger and hate were beginning to flow, mixing with her grief.
Had her body been a cannon, she’d fired her heart at them.
“Now, bitch.” One of the bad cops grabbed Will by her hair. Not even one second later he himself was grabbed. “You harm her and you’re dead.” Now, Will was just about freaked out while Matt was getting to his feet again, pushing the bad cop away from his girlfriend. “Yeah, shit happens.” He showed some teeth, grinning a bit. “Where were we?”
Damn. Tarry situation. Really problematic, all this shit.
“Now, we both are gonna leave.” Both him and Will moved slightly so Will could grab some clothes and the Heart of Candracar from her bed. “Sorry, mum!”, Will shouted as they both passed Mrs. Vandom and locked the bedroom-door. “What are you…?”
For a moment Will looked at her mother, the sorrow in her eyes. Hugging her she whispered: “It’ll all turn out well, promise.” Susan Vandom had tears in her eyes. Didn’t want to let her daughter go. Then the cops started hammering on the door. “Go!”, she hissed and shoved the girl into Matt’s arms. Just outside the apartment, Will wanted to open a space-fold, having the heart ready. “Don’t.”, Matt warned her just in time. “Cam.” Now, what was THAT shit about?!
Matt’s mobile started ringing as they were hurrying down the stairs.
He couldn’t believe who was calling him. “’ts Shen Long. She says, she’s got a car waiting in front of the house.” No questions now.
Right, car waiting in front of the house and no cops in sight. Black car with running engine. “Hop in!” Shen was standing there, holding the backseat-door open. “Kick it!”, Shen shouted to the driver as the cops were already starting to shoot at them.
“Now, if you could tell me what the fuck’s going on?”, Shen asked calmly. Will was snuggling into Matt’s arms who was planting a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t know.”, she explained sniffing. The cops had just broken into the apartment, forced her to the ground and… “I was lucky Matt was there…” Protecting her, saving her. They couldn’t make out if the story was upsetting Shen or whatever. The Asian-American girl didn’t even twitch a muscle. “Girl, you have an awesome boyfriend here.” Now, Shen began to smile. “Don’t worry. I know just the place where you could find some accommodation.” A place in the suburbs of Heatherfield? Nice little house. Garage with driveway, quite some front lawn, porch and a second floor with a roof-balcony. That looked nice. “The place belongs to friends of mine. Feel at home.” Matt and Will hurried inside while Shen used her mobile to phone someone before entering the house herself. “Bedrooms and major bathroom are upstairs. You’ll find sheets in the closet. Fridge’s filled.” Will and Matt looked around, fascinated. “Nothing big but a nice place for y’er first conjugal home.” The other two teens froze on the spot and Shen started laughing. “Hey, you’re a couple on the run. You’d better accommodate.” And most of all make some calls with this new mobile Shen gave Will. Their friends would surely be awake and being questioned by the cops right now. At least Will would only need to call Taranee and her mother. “Taranee, this is Will.” Wait, no group-connection. Just a few things. First, Will and Matt needed Taranee’s father as lawyer. They’d call late in the morning. Second they’d send someone for the details. Third, none of the friends ought to do something stupid, please. It was all weird enough. “Too short for them to get a trace.” How’d Shen know that? “Connections.”, was the mysterious answer. “Besides, that mobile’s something special. Pal of mine made it untraceable.” So, she was off. “Good night, you two.”

Took some moments before the two teens really understood, what had just happened. “Mum?” Now, Will had phoned her mother to check back on her. Of course, Mrs. Vandom had panicked in the last thirty minutes. “We’re good. Someone gave us a nice place to stay. Good food, warm beds and all.” Her mother Susan had all rights to demand an explanation. Loud enough that Matt could understand her. So, he laid his hands on her shoulders from behind, calming and reassuring her. “Mum, I don’t know what’s going on! I haven’t done anything!” And Will had thought, her mother would be able to trust her own daughter.
Matt took her in his arms, embracing her both lovingly and strong. “She’s just confused, with this mess and all.”, he calmed the girl he loved so much. She didn’t have to worry. “But I thought, I’d lost you!”, Will cried. “Told ‘ya, I’d train a bit.” Yeah, she felt something under his sweater. So he took it of and showed his weight-vest. The point where the cop’s bullet hat hit him was clearly visible. He’d been afraid too. But they were safe now. He looked into her eyes. So full of love, concern and relief. “It’s late. We’d better get ready for bed.” Will nodded slowly. The two bedrooms lay side by side upstairs on the right half of the house. One had a bed that easily passed as a double bed. “Hey, the bed’s already made.” Will kept holding Matt’s hand, obviously not wanting him to leave her now. So she hugged him again. “You don’t have a nightdress with you.”, Matt meant. To be precise, she still only wore her bathrobe. The young heroine stepped away one step, still holding his hands. Having her eyes closed for a moment she said: “Maybe… this is it.” To be true, she didn’t exactly know what made her say that. Perhaps the need to feel her love’s presence and warmth. To reassure her that everything would truly turn out well. Not to be alone. Surely she was still young and this wasn’t the best of places at the best of time… “Please?”
Matt sighed. Will was doing the puppy-face-thing. This was too much. “I promised your mother something.” That they wouldn’t do something stupid. “I’d be happy to spend the night with you.”, he whispered and took her face into his hands. The kiss was so lovingly and full of care. He lowered a hand, his fingertips brushing over her chin and her neck, gliding under the collar of her robe. While he caressed her shoulder, Will almost instinctively relaxed and she felt the fabric of her bathrobe gliding off her shoulder. His kisses wandered lover, concentrating on her neck while she gasped at the gentle touch of his one hand on her tender breast and his other hand slowly wandering from her hip forward to her belly. Will felt this hand releasing the belt of her robe and then again touching her skin –oh- so softly with the caresses of slow and gentle wandering to her back and a bit lower, almost to her tights where it started kneading her butt. Not too hard, just a caring and loving massage. She couldn’t do anything but stand there, moaning at the burning feelings that were welling up inside her young and innocent body. In this leaping and tumbling mix of joy and pleasure she didn’t even notice the lights darkening and only as through shadows and veils that Matt’s strong arms lifted her onto the bed. For a moment she felt the touches of his hands and his lips ceasing, causing her to groan in disagreement. She gasped as she felt his lips again, but this time right on top of on of her breast’s fleshy and soft mounds. His tongue touched her nipple, sending a shiver through her entire body. It only made her moan in sheer ecstasy as he began kneading her other breast, rubbing her nipple, squeezing and twisting it while his other hand roamed all over her body, touching her in sensitive spots she had never known she possessed. It almost threw her over the edge when he cupped her most private spot, firmly pressing his hand against her body.
“Matt!”, she cried with excitement and he began rubbing and squeezing it gently. The effect was immediate. Will’s head rolled back, her eye-lids twitching half-shut. Her panting only intensified and she ground and twisted her legs, locking Matt’s hand to her body. Will’s body now acted only on instinct, the being inside nearly completely covered with pure bliss and euphoria. Will was just about reduced to a panting, pleasure-wrecked, euphoric shell of her earlier self. It took Will even farther when Matt slid a finger between her lower petals and let his tongue roam around her already wet aureole, sucking on her nipple as if he was a hungry baby, seeking his mother’s milk. Will could just unconsciously howl of pleasure and passion. Her eyes shut tight and her back began to slowly arch and her hips began to slightly rock back and forth as Matt was actually sending a second finger inside his lover’s dripping wet slit, pumping them both in and out at a rapid but rhythmic pace. Her moans and yelps increased in pitch, volume and even frequency as she was about to- for the first time in her life- was about to cross the borderline into paradise. Matt intentionally increased his fingers- now three- pace, his hand’s movements becoming harder and faster. Then it happened. With one more push, past his fingers second knuckle, Will blew open the doors to paradise. Her back arched like madly and her inner walls clamped down on his fingers as if they were about to press them as thin as paper. Her juices soaked his hand completely while he draped his other arm around her body, holding her to his chest as close as possible to accompany her through this special moment. So, this was it for the night.

Next morning at Sheffield Institute.
“Shut the fuck up and listen.” Shen Long wore something that seemed to resemble a crossover between a doctor’s outfit and a Chinese dress-gown, completely white save for the dark blue trimmings and seams, including long gloves and boots. All covered by a dark black winter coat. “I know perfectly what’s happened to your friend.”, she hissed. Will’s four female friends had just been discussing the problem that Taranee had told them only minutes before. “I was the one that brought her to safety.” The four other girls shot her looks of pure disbelief. “Cops broke into the Vandom’s apartment and wanted to arrest Will. Only problem was that they were rude and harsh and her boyfriend noticed that. He punched one of the cops and was nearly shot.” The W.i.t.c.h.-girls’ mouths fell open. “Lucky bastard wore some sort of armor. They fled the scene. That was just when a friend of mine and I came passing by in a car.” Shen threw Irma an almost deadly look. “I wonder. What would your father think of cops that shoot at an unarmed teenager who’s trying to protect his girlfriend. But I think I can get something for the news.” Over there, by the school-building’s doors, two seemingly upset agents and a few cops were waiting. They must had noticed Shen talking to the four friends.
“So, I’m off again. Got to get a thing or two for those two fugitive lovebirds.”
But then again… there were some bad looking cops in her way as she was about to leave the Sheffield Institute grounds again. “Where do you thing you’re going?”, those coppers tried to stop her.
Shen grinned a bit sadistically-mischievously. “Baltimore-Washington Parkway, employee-exit for Fort Meade. Just wanted to cal my pal in Washington.” But she’d thought it over. Now she’d twist their noses, pull their underpants over their heads and then take the employee-exit. “Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, Hay Lin!” That was Alchemy, running towards the four friends. “Do you know what’s going on?” The four other girls sent the cops and agents the darkest of looks. “Seems as if some cops stormed Will’s home yesterday eve, hurt her and tried to kill Matt. Now they’re on the run.” It really got on Irma’s nerves. Alchemy couldn’t just believe that. “You’re not serious, are you?” SO totally serious. “They even want my father as lawyer. Phoned me late at night.”, Taranee confessed the friend. “Look at that!”, screamed a voice. The girls looked around and saw how Shen was beating up those cops without even beating them. “Mucho grande zen.”, Cornelia commented those moves with astonished disbelief. The new girl had even crossed her arms behind her back only doing the most slightest of moves for evading the cop’s fists and truncheons. Yeah, all those cops doing what those two Interpol-REMFs told them. Then she did a series of moves that brought her away from her aggressors and her into a low posture with both legs spread and supported by one hand. “Ya don’t stand no chance against me, guys.” As she stood up she shrugged of the coat and showed them what she got.
First, the badges of her orders and medals. Second, a black martial-arts belt around her waist, complete with three red stripes right of the buckle and badges that showed the arts she’d mastered. “Krav Maga, Kali, Tai Chi Chuan, Kapueira, Kung Fu, Ninjitsu, Hokuto Shinken.”, Shen shortly explained each of the symbols. “Shame they didn’t want to teach me Dimac.”, she audibly said to herself. “Ya better split. I don’t want to have to resort to the Five-Step-Exploding-Heart-Technique.” Somebody yelled that had sounded like some videogame special-move. “Five pressure points on the heart of the enemy. One for each finger of a single hand. After walking five steps the enemy’s heart will explode inside the body.”
The roaring of a powerful engine stopped everything on the spot.
Almost all faces derailed when the students and teachers of Sheffield and the cops saw that awesome super sports car. No, a real supercar. Painted in Phantom Gray Metallic with Pearl Gray fenders and spoilers in a semi-killer-whale-like pattern. “Yo, Shen!” Another girl exited the car. Black haired, reddish-gray eyes and definite Asian-American looks. “Yo, Lilly!”, Shen greeted the obviously older girl happily. “What gives?”, she asked loudly. “Was in the city and thought I could take yer Veyron for a walk.”

Bugatti Veyron 16.4, the most powerful, most expensive and fastest street-legal production car in the world.
Body Style: 2-door Mid-4WD coupe.
Engine: 8.0 L quad-turbo W16.
Transmission: 7-speed dual clutch sequential manual.
Wheelbase: 106.3 inches.
Length: 175.8 in.
Width: 78.7 in.
Height: 47.5 in.
Power: 1001 hp.
Acceleration: 0- 62 mph in 2.5 sec, 0- 124 mph in 7.3 sec, 0- 186 mph in 16.7 sec.
Top Speed: 253 mph
Price: 1.3 mil. US-Dollars

Eric almost screamed with excitement when he noticed the car. Actually, he even began to drool a bit. “Excuse me, is this…” He swallowed. “Yup. Bugatti Veyron 16.4.” The girl who was standing at the driver’s door smiled. “Nope, not mine. Hers.” Just then Shen Long jumped over the wall that surrounded Sheffield Academy. Reality seemed to mock logics. How could it be possible that a 14year-old girl owned the most expensive sportscar in the world? “Alexis wants a full club meeting back in the clubhouse.”, explained the older girl. “No way. Why didn’t Jimmy call me?” Apparently just came in.
Well, they were off. So, Eric asked the girls wtf was going on. But first of all he kissed Hay Lin on the cheek. For a second it seemed as if she was on her way to cloud seven, literally.
“What’s going on here?” Oh, well. Nigel had asked the question. “Oh, well. It’s just a SWAG, but I think that the cops raided Will’s apartment and nearly shot Matt because he was protecting her and now they’re on the run.”, Hay Lin explained, looking a bit into the sky and tipping her chin with her index finger as if she was trying to remember what she was going to say.
“Cornelia, Alchemy, Hay Lin, Irma, Taranee, Nigel!” The girls and the two boys turned around to see Elyon running towards them. “Elyon!”, Alchemy cried with excitement and delight and hugged her long missed best friend. “You’re back!” “Sorry, that I caused you that much worry. Our vacation took longer than we thought.” Oh, were’d she left her manners? This tall, good looking dark brown-haired guy here was her cousin Caleb. “Hey, I remember him! He was at Will’s birthday party!” That meant that- back then- Elyon had flirted with her cousin? Gross. “I didn’t know he was my cousin.” So, Elyon changed subject a bit hastily. “Is Will not at school? I hope she’s not ill.” Or far worse, had moved. The other girls sighed. “Will and Matt are on the run from the police.”

This morning, Will was woken by the sounds of a guitar being played. At first, she’d thought she was in her bed at home. She felt the warmth of the sheets on her body, the fabric gently touching her naked skin. Naked skin!? From one moment to the other she sat upright I the bed. “Good morning, dear.” It was Matt, sitting in a chair next to the bedroom window and tinkling on a old-fashioned guitar. He smiled warmly. For a second Will got scared because he could sure as hell see her naked breasts and he only wore boxers. That made him laugh. “I take, you had a nice, deep and dreamy sleep.” Oh, and he had seen her breasts twice before, having even done a few things with them the last time. She ought to remember that. As she did, her cheeks blushed red, even rivaling her hair. Now, Matt put the guitar aside and walked over to the bed, cupping Will’s face with his hands and kissing he lovingly. “Now, how `bout some breakfast?” “Sounds wonderful.”, she answered dreamily. Okay, she only had a pair of panties, her dungarees and a t-shirt with her, plus the bathrobe. Not even a bra or slippers. “I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen.” Matt just put his jeans on and left the bedroom, smiling.
Well, that had been their first night together. He had to confess to himself that he’d even gotten an orgasm himself, just from holding Will tight to his body while she had ridden through her own very first orgasm. Wow. Now, what did they have in the fridge? Cool. They could make bacon with eggs and toast. “Smells good.” Will had decided she’d only wear her bathrobe for breakfast. She had that questioning, uneasy look on her face. “Your mum won’t kill us for last night.” Will sighed in relief. “You’d make a good house-man.”, she joked and sat down at the kitchen table. “Yeah.”, Matt smiled and served breakfast. “You know, I could get used to this. You and me, eating breakfast together.” And sharing lunch and dinner. “Yeah, me too.” Only minutes later it began to dawn Will that this… no, that wasn’t possible. Matt laid his hand over hers. They way he smiled at her, so full of love and care. She could almost feel the caresses and touches of the previous night return. “Maybe you’d want to take a shower, darling.” He had, hadn’t he? Now, he was even calling her darling. That made her all mushy. Really? If everything would go as she wanted, they’d be far away now, maybe on a tropical island’s beach, and making out. She couldn’t help herself but she just had to imagine that scenery as the warm water was dripping down her naked body. Subconsciously she held her arms folded in front of her body, her hands touching her hips, as if they belonged to Matt instead of her. One of her hands began to wander up, caressing her sensitive skin. An audible moan escaped her lips at the first touch of her fingertips on the soft flesh of her breast. She felt her nipple harden under the touch of her firm fingers. Then she felt this sensation again, tingling and burning between her legs. Her other hand began to caress her most private parts. Something changed. There was this little nub she just had to stroke over. In an instant her body shook with waves of pleasure. She felt her clit open to her under her palm’s touch. As if by accident one of her fingers slipped into her folds while her other hand’s fingers were flipping, pinching and twisting her nipple. With more and more excitement and pleasure her legs began to weaken and seemed to melt. That made her slide down the shower-wall in a corner and spread her legs wide so she could feel more of this.
Moaning and shaking she could barely even breathe when the sensation of last night’s lovemaking returned to her body and sent her into heaven. Breathing hard she lay there, looking a bit blankly at the opposite wall. No, this hadn’t really been it. Heaven, yes, but not the paradise Matt had sent her to last night.

When she finally came down, Matt had already called his grandfather to check up on him and tell him that Will and him were fine. Actually Matt hoped he could invite him over soon. “Do you think that Elyon and Caleb are already at school?”, he asked Will as she entered the living-room. “Sure.” Then it wouldn’t be long before the charges against Will would be dropped. At least she’d be safe then. On the other hand it could have been some kind of self-defence. If they would just have some proof of the police-brutality and shit. “I think we’d better call Mr. Cook now.”, Will thought. Yeah, right. “Good morning, Mr. Cook. Hi, this is Will Vandom.” Ah, yes. Taranee had told him about her and Matt. What exactly was their problem and their part of the story? “It started with those two agents from Interpol…”
Well, that was something new. Now he had a call on the other line. Will and Matt thought, they wouldn’t believe it. Elyon and Caleb had really turned up and- most surprising- Shen Long had messed with the cops who had been present at school, all according to Taranee. Just a second. Will and Matt heard a different male voice, perhaps the secretary. “No way!”, Will exclaimed when she heard the fresh news. “Surveillance-cam? In my bedroom!?”
“I knew of the one in the stairwell.”, Matt whispered. “Mr. Cook? Yesterday Matt found a cam in the in the stairwell just in front of our apartment. Could it be that someone is spying on my mum and me?” Possibly. But fact is that they now had this recording that showed what had happened in the bedroom. It was all clear from what he saw. Those policemen were going to have some real problems. Will and Matt sighed in relief. “We’ll stay in our new home for the rest of the week, just in case.” But… could he please check back on her mum? Maybe she was just overreacting. Just in case, those cops were going to make sure no witness could… Mr. Cook had understood.

Mrs. Vandom had stayed at home. In this situation it had seemed the only good thing she could have done. Now it was nearly 12 o’clock and she hadn’t heard from her daughter.
“Mrs. Vandom? Hi, my name’s Shen Long.” The girl whispered the next sentences. “I’m here to get a few things for Will. Don’t worry, she’s safe and sound.”
Right now, Shen wore a Chinese-Style shirt and fitting trousers in combination to fingerless gloves and karate-shoes. “I heard that the cops are after Will because of this Elyon-thing.”, she said loudly. “Yeah.” Susan Vandom had her seated and made a cup of hot chocolate. “Thanks.” “I just can’t imagine how anyone could believe that a 13-year old girl could make another girl and two adults disappear without any traces. And yesterday those policemen stormed my apartment and…” She stopped. “Heard of it at school. More than six cops for a teenage girl. Really crazy.” Shen had pulled out something like short black box. Looked strangely like a remote. “Surveillance.”, she mouthed and started to search the room with that thing. “Have you heard anything from her? Hope she’s all right. Would be a shame if such a good girl were wasted because of some SWAGs by Interpol-REMFs.” Shen peeled on the wall and found a bug, no bigger than a fingernail.
Fifteen minutes later Shen had found almost two dozen bugs, including cams. Now she was sitting in the living-room again and drinking chocolate and Mrs. Vandom had packed a few important things for Will. “I really don’t understand this.”, she referred to the pile of destroyed bugs on the table. And how was she going to get the clothes and things to Will while the cops were still looking for her? “I can count on a bunch of totally cool friends. They even made it possible for me to give this to Will.” A paper-scroll. That surprised Mrs. Vandom. Now, it was time for her to leave. “Thank you very much for the chocolate. I think Will is going to call you later.” She was just at the apartment-door as she said: “Some people find more important things than school, some keep secrets to protect the ones they love. Most of those people would make their loved ones very proud. Fine young people.” Smiled and closed the door behind her.

Susan Vandom sat there on her daughter’s bed, more confused and worried than before. What had the girl meant? Did she really know more about Will than she herself? What kind of awful mother was she, letting such things happen to her child? Why couldn’t they talk to each other anymore? Had Will and she been living themselves that far apart? Oh, what had she done?

Lunchtime at Sheffield Institute.
The whole gang was sitting in the cafeteria.
“I’d not touch that meat loaf if I were you.”, Nigel warned Caleb. “It can’t be that bad.”, Caleb dismissed the warning. “Worse?” Worse than bad, far worse. “Strange guy, your cousin.”, Martin told Elyon. “Oh!” Irma put her hands on the table loudly. “I can’t stand this anymore!” She almost began to swear. “We’re all concerned about Will and Matt.” Cornelia sounded a bit as if it wasn’t of any concern to her. “But we can’t do anything for them right now, can we? Not with all those cops on our tails.”
“Why don’t we visit Will’s mother after school?”. Alchemy asked. “At least we’d take care of her for a bit.” Mrs. Vandom surely would need all the help she could get until this whole case was solved. She could just about be heartbroken. “Now THAT’s something we CAN do.”, Hay Lin commented with a smile. Elyon on the other hand sighed. “I wish I’d never gone on those holidays.” “Hey, you’re not responsible for some lunatic cops.”, Eric contradicted. After all, they had gone an a rampage after those two agents had strangely disappeared. “Any of you got an idea, how that could have happened?” The whole table went quiet. Director Knickerbocker stood right behind Elyon. “Miss Brown, I think we need to talk about you having skipped that many lessons.”
Great. That sounded like… months of detention.
A pity that Elyon wasn’t the queen of Heatherfield. She could’ve put the principal into the deepest dungeon.

Will and Matt nearly jumped through the ceiling when the doorbell rang.
“Guys? It’s me, Shen! Somebody home?” Hastily, Matt opened the door and let her in. “S’pose you guys already settled down, didn’t ‘ya?”, the guest smiled at the two inhabitants.
Shen was laden with two big sports-bags and put them both on the living-room’s couch. “That girl those agents were looking for.”, she began. “Elyon.”, said Will. “Yeah, her. She appeared at school this morning and spend most of it in the principal’s office with those REMF’s from Interpol. And y’er mum’s apartment’s been laden with bugs. Put them all out in the trash. You’d better call her, she seemed very concerned.” Well, this bag was her stuff and the other was Matt’s. “Oh, and here’s a little something.” Exactly the scroll of paper Shen had shown Susan Vandom earlier. Matt and Will both reacted the same way. “What… is that?”, Will asked, hesitating for a second. “Seems like a deed to me.”, Matt thought. “It IS a deed. This home’s deed, in fact. And here it is.” With the last four words she put the deed in Will’s hand and closed it. “So, how does it feel to own a house?” Shen smiled a bit devilish.
What!?
“The signature says that you own this nice little house.”, Shen repeated.
Will looked at Matt with a loss of words. “It’s yours. You can do with it whatever you want.”, Shen explained. “How about you let your mum live here?”, Matt proposed. Fool, practically inviting your mother-in-law to live with you forever. Will better call her, first of all.
Right.
“Mum?” Susan Vandom’s sigh of relief could be heard by all three teens. “We’re all right, mum. How about you? Are you okay? I’m so sorry all this happened. I know we used to…”
What? She tried to accept that there could be things a daughter wouldn’t talk about with her mother? “Mum, I’d love to talk about it with you. It’s just…. I don’t want you to be harmed because of me.” What was going on in the apartment? Sounded like some kind of party. “Irma? What are you doing in….?” Well, that was obvious. “The gang’s at my mum’s. Irma says they wanted to take care of my mum while we’re on the run.”, Will explained to Matt, causing him to smile broadly. “So, why don’t ‘ya invite them to our housewarming-party?” Good idea.
“Listen, Irma. Matt and I’re very grateful that you and the gang are looking after our families.” No big. “Is big. Well, we thought we’d invite you to our housewarming-party. As soon as this’s all over, we’ll have this party. See, we’ve- that means me- been given a house.”
She was joking, right? They couldn’t ‘ve been given a house. Almost all the girls could be heard in the background. “I’m not joking. I’m holding the deed right in my other hand and it’s signed with my name. What means- as Matt says- that I’m officially a house owner.” So, the whole gang was invited to the party, in addition to both families. If all went well the party could be this weekend already. “Sounds great. What presents ’d you want?” Now it was Hay Lin on the phone. Well, it was a housewarming-party. So they ought to bring things you could use in a new house with only few furniture and stuff. Oh, and they’d need some food. “Our fridge’s filled but, since we can’t really go shopping as fugitives, it would be nice if you girls and boys brought some grub.” Matt had taken the phone. “I’d say we’d pull the band together for the party.” Of course! That would be a grand party.

But for now, Will and Matt were alone again. “So, let’s see, what Lady Santa brought us.”, Matt joked. They found not only clothes, but in Will’s case also school-books for her most important courses that created a pained expression on Will’s face. “You DO hate maths.”
She did. “With all this surveillance on our friends it could be almost impossible for Elyon and Caleb to got to Meridian.” It would be easier for Matt and Will to walk into a police-station without being recognized. That left Julian, Aldarn, Tynar and Drake in charge of things on Metamoor. Well, they could accomplish that. At least for a few days. “Hey, let’s have a look at the house.”, Matt had the idea, since it was now Will’s place.
The living-room was left of the entrance, parted from the hallway by a long arch. Kitchen was on the back of the house, complete with pantry and a small arch that parted it from the living-room, big enough to host a round dining-table. It could also be reached directly from the hallway. On the right side was a study with attached sunroom that was built with metal and smart glass, facing the backyard. Then there was the dining-room, opposite the living-room. Between the study and the kitchen was the ground-level toilet. Both living-room and dining-room hat lager bays facing the street. “Really nice, honey.”, Matt said, having laid an arm around her waist. They couldn’t believe the spacious basement at first. Four rooms total. “Storage room, studio, game room, party room.” At least that was what seemed propable. Upstairs on the first floor were the two rather spacious bedrooms, a large bathroom and the terrace with brick and metal railing.
“Ya’ve got some nice place here, Will.” Will obviously thought different pressing Matt against the Wall in the upper hallway and leaning into him. “We’ve got some nice place here.” That was, if he wanted to. Matt laughed heartily and draped his arms around her waist. “We could keep this up, I mean proposing to each other at least once an hour until we come of age or we could just visit meridian and get us some rings.”, he said softly, just before kissing her. And while they already were in Meridian, they could go and visit the Megentian Waterfalls for a bit of swimming. “That sounds wonderful.” Though Will couldn’t bring herself to choose between her swimsuits. The light-green bikini, the blue full body-suit or the dark one with straps and free back? Finally she settled for the last option, that one being easiest to put on and to undress. “I think we better prepare for the possibility that we miss the house on the way home.”, she sighed as they had everything packed for the little trip. SO they put on some warmer clothes.

“What the…?”, Matt exclaimed when they had found themselves a good mile above the Elyon’s castle and the surrounding villages. “Will unite!” She got him safe there. “Strong arms, honey.”, the young man commented. “I didn’t know you could fly this high.” Her neither. As they sank down to the ground they started to hear screams of terror and sounds of a battle. “There!” When Will identified the ones who where attacking the village, her eyebrow began to twitch. “Raythor, Frost, the Tracker, Gargoyle, Sandpit AND Miranda!?” What the fuck where those goons doing working together!? This was SO the worst possible timing imaginable. “Will! Give me a fast landing and I’ll see what I can do.”, Matt said, his head slightly turned upwards to his lover. Will hesitated for a moment, then asked: “You shure?” Sure as hell.
So Will swooped in low and let Matt’s hands go as soon as his feet touched ground. In passing, he grabbed a plank and swung it low at that spider-girl-bitch Miranda. The strike caught the monster-girl completely off-guard and swept her from her feet just as she was about to fire her webs at the guard called Tynar. “That’s for messin’ up our lives, bitch!” One strike and Miranda was knocked out? Extreme.

Sensing an attack from behind, Matt did a high-jump with backflip, landing an some canopy’s wooden pole. That had been this walking pile of sand, down there. But now he was jumped at from the side by this strong barbaric brute and slammed face first into the ground. “ Now, what ‘ya gonna do, weakling?”, that goon asked in a satisfied tone.
"Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape.", Matt growled with a deep, angry voice. Before Frost could react Matt had reared his back and sent him flying right into a just finished building. “You gorram morons ruined a perfectly good day, again!”, he heard Will shout. Just then Matt had rolled over and been grabbed by the forearm. “What do you thing you are doing, peasant?” That was this evil soldier guy. Had to be this Raythor, guy, Will was talking about. “Messing with our rightful vengeance?” With the enemie’s sword raised and about to come onto him, Matt had to react very quick. A move he had once seen in a movie snapped into his mind and he turned his captured hand, gabbing Rraythor’s forearm in turn. Just the blink of an eye later the evil soldier lay on his back, his own sword’s tip right above his throat. “What are you waiting for?”, Raythor hissed, grinning his teeth. “You may be the kind of villain that gives a superhero one of these sadistic joices of choosing between the live of the woman he loves or the lives of a bunch of Innocent kids.” That was right as Matt heard the sobbing screams of a little girl. Right in the path of this giant rock monster’s rampage. “But I’m the kind of hero who chooses to do his best to try and protect both.”
That cyclopian rock-monster called Gargoyle was just about to smash the girl into a puddle as Matt reached her in a deep dive. Ending with a roll and finishing in a deep posture he had his legs spread, supported by one hand and holding the girl tight in his other arm.
“I wont’ any of you bastards hurt even one innocent child.”, he growled angrily. “Run, up to the castle. You’ll be safe there.” As the girl ran he raised his head, having this distinct violet glow in his eyes. "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"
He heard a loud barking noise and the hissing of lightning-flashes, making him turn around hastily. There stood Will, having rammed that monster-mutt’s head into the ground with both feed and having catched that bat-monsters glowing whip-mace with one hand, speaking of which was currently reduced to a pile of rags. “Knew I had to watch your back.” Will actually smiled. What Matt returne with a compliment. “’course mine not as sexy as yours.” And by the way. “Am I dreaming or are we both really winning this gig?” WRONG!
They were both hit by a storm of lightning-bolts, thrown of their feet and hard against a near building’s wall. Great, the queen of those bitches just had arrived and she was NOT in a very good mood. Apparently she was enraged that her goon-squad was unable to get just one of their targets and them being held up by one single guardian and her plain human boyfriend. “Who are ‘ya callin’ weak, ‘yer wicked witch of the west?” Without even thinking about it Matt had lifted a wooden beam off himself and Will. Now he closed his eyes to slits, just waiting for that old… “Now, I think I got it. ‘yer only using these morons for a diversion and sure as hell…..” The old hag was just about to throw another storm of lightning at him as even she twitched at the thundering roar from above. “That… is a dragon.”, Matt stated the obvious. A fiery red Chinese-style snake-dragon to be exact, with bat-like wings in the second quarter and his second third being significantly broader, resembling a chest and four five-toed claws. “Knights, we are going.” In a flash of light the goon-squad and the old hag had disappeared while this dragon was still descending right into the direction of the villages, right at Will and Matt. Man, these people could be fast when it came to hiding.
Will rubbed her eyes as the dragon touched down right on the big market-square, yawned loudly, coiled itself up a bit and really started snoring, it’s head resting on it’s own body, it’s eyes being covered by one of it’s wings. “Pinch me, I’m dreaming.” Not Will, but this dragon apparently was. “Everybody all right?”, Tynar asked. “What are we going to do now?”, Drake wanted to know. “One thing for sure. We’re NOT going to wake this dragon up.”, Will answered with a hissing tone. Not them, that was for sure. ‘t was that stinking passling Blunk who just then fell through a space-fold and landed right in front of the dragon’s nose. “Man, why him?”, Drake sighed. Just the one being whose smell could nearly wake the dead. The dragon’s nostrils began to twitch. “Eeeeewwww!”, the dragon’s voice boomed as it’s head and front rose hastily. “I just wanted to find a nice place for a nap and now I won’t be able to get this stink out of my nose for ages!” Right over Blunk another space-fold opened and the dragon vanished through it, leaving a gush of water and fish to drop through it and onto Blunk, nearly drowning him. Just a second, please. Blunk stank bad enough to make a dragon split!? “Now, that’s a story for the others.”, Matt judged.

“We were lucky you just came in time.”, Tynar said. “Yes, with the queen gone at the moment they could’ve destroyed the castle.” Or worse: freed Phobos. But it seemed as if they had come to get Tynar. “They’ll think twice of attacking you now.”, Matt was sure. As they weren’t even ‘capable of defeating one plain weak human’. But why had they come? Matt had told them that the guardians had big troubles. “They grew even bigger.”, Will answered Drake’s question. “Even Elyon, Caleb and the Browns are under constant surveillance.” What exactly was the point why Blunk had appeared. “Blunk wanted to come tell.” Tell and check up on Will and Matt. “Yeah, good pal.” But the Meridian-Bosses had to know that the guardians were unavailable right now as Will and Matt were on the run from the cops. “Then why are you here?” The second point of their visit. “Well…” Will’s face went a bit red. “We were looking for….” Matt took her hand. “We were looking for engagement-rings.” Engagement-rings? “It’s a tradition in most parts of earth.”, Will explained, a bit embarrassed. “When two people decide that they want to marry….” Oh. OH! They knew the perfect jeweler for this occasion.

Only a few hours later Will and Matt were standing on top of a waterfall and looking over the area of Megentian Waterfalls. Cliffs, woods and lakes. “Beautiful.”, Will whispered in astonishment. “Nothing compared to you, honey.”
Will leaned into him, placing a kiss on his cheek. A minute later they were standing on the lake’s beach. “Good temperature.”, judged Matt, checking the water.
This was a good place for a holiday house, definitively. While Matt was pulling his jeans down and taking off his sweater, Will had hidden a bit from view to make herself ready. Just as Matt was prepared and had slightly turned around, Will seemed to appear from nowhere, grabbed his arm and used her guardian-given strength to hurl her lover into the lake.
“Hey!”, Matt shouted, breaking through the surface again and coughed up some water. But Will had already disappeared into the water. “Knew ‘t was a good idea.”, he smiled.
Matt could see Will’s curvaceous body wriggling under the surface, speeding like a pike.

Later
Will was completely surprised to see that it was Matt’s hand that was currently squeezing her ass, trailing his fingers under the fabric of her swimsuit before moving his hands around, softly stroking over her front and just missing the most important parts. Instead his fingers travelled through her hair as he firmly kissed her, pushing his hardened manhood in between her cheeks. Breaking away from the kiss for a moment, Matt stared into her eyes, melting into them as he started to lick her lips, running his tongue around on the insides of her mouth as she moaned very softly, this holiday-adventure feeling better every second. She started to grind back against him, returning his kiss, her moans mixing with the ones she was stirring out of her lover as his hand started to move from her hair and began to trail down her neck.
Will’s mind had completely gone berserk and finally stopped only in paradise. She could feel his lips trailing after his hands as they moved down her neck, stopping his kisses not too far down but his hands continued to move down, his fingers lightly raking with her swimsuit’s straps. They drew closer to her plump breasts, taking the fabric with them. As they had almost reached her elbows he let his hands glide under her arms and to her front, just not reaching her slightly exposed breast, instead slowly making small circles around her soft mounds. Her pleasure and excitement both hat ripped her consciousness from her mind, desperately wanting him to provide her with more, as her mind was racing between the finger’s touch and the kisses he was trailing around her shoulders, stopping at certain sensitive parts to let his tongue lick on her skin, up and down and everywhere as he started to push up against her even more with his hardened cock, which she eagerly returned by pressing back against him, rubbing her tight ass against it, drawing moans from both of them.
“Matt, please!”, she gasped, her voice trembling. Will’s body shook as she felt his fingers finally reach the outside of her now exposed globes, his fingers pressing firmly into them, making twirls around them. His lips moved back up to her eager, moaning lips and captured them again. Just then Matt had chosen to move to her nipples and pinch them firmly, tugging on them gently which caused a loud moan to escape her throat and into his mouth involuntarily as his tongue roamed around her mouth, liking at her tongue and swirling around it. Her moans could’ve probably be heard back in Meridian but that only encouraged him to roll her nipples between his middle, index finger and thumb as he went in to kiss her again. A bit hastily she moved around and Matt began to slide a hand down under her swimsuit and to her belly and further between her legs, dragging the fabric down also, his other hand cupping and squeezing her right breast, his mouth moving off from her lips and down to her now neglected left breast, kissing around the outside of it lovingly.
“So good…” Oh, please! More! “Need it!”
“As you wish, my love.”, Matt answered whispering, letting his other hand glide to her back under the last part of her fitting swimsuit and caressing her butt. Now her swimsuit finally left her body and slid down her legs. “Just relax.”, Matt moaned himself, cupping both her butt-cheeks in his hands and carrying her towards some tree roots that reached into the water. Will leaned against the wood, her ecstasy and excitement making her stick her arms under the roots and grabbing them tightly. Matt moved his fingers up to her inner tights and spread her legs out, gently laying them on his shoulders and causing a slight moan to escape for her lips as he moved in closer to examine her, his tongue lashing out to lap at her outer lips, sucking in her juices greedily, his mouth latching onto her lips with hunger, letting her juices flow directly into his throat. He could feel her legs closing on his back, attempting to pull him even closer to her. He gladly tried to do just that, sliding his tongue deeper inside of her, causing her to moan out louder and louder, her voice carrying out across the lake as his tongue swirled around inside of her, lapping at the edges of her pussy, twisting around in her as her hips bucked forward involuntarily, her whole body shaking of it. She couldn’t believe that anyone would’ve ever been able to reach some of the spots he touched with his tongue. Pulling back just a little, as he quickly located her clit, which stuck out in front of him, he quickly moved to, pressing his tongue against it, and she screamed out at this, not even aware that he had started to slide his tongue inside of her again. As she began to calm down from his first attack on her clit, she screamed again when he slid it deeper inside of her, working it slowly in as he realized that she was tight around it her muscles trying to draw it in further.
His lips continued to press against her clit, caressing it to drive her wild as she nearly screamed with ecstasy, not to mention impossibly loud, the last thought would have made Matt laugh, if he wasn’t in the middle of eating her out. He started to thrust his tongue inside of her now, moving it as fast as he could as her moans began to pick up even more, her gasps in between telling him she was getting close. Knowing what would take her through the roof, he gently closed her lips over her clit and began to hum, vibrating his voice through it, what caused her to cries of pleasure to practically boom over the surrounding lakes, her pussy contracting over his tongue as her juiced flowed wildly, which Matt pulled back to start sucking and lapping out, trying to get as much as he could inside of his mouth. Meanwhile, Will was shaking as her mind became a whirling blur, freak-waves running constantly through her and her mind finally going bye-bye on his tongue entering again and finding just THE right spot.
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