A New Ground's Story - Part 14.2

GreenLanturn and Moloko were walking together, hand in hand, backpacks and baggage with them. They were leaving town on the Southern Road. Forever. Hopefully Nightcrawler would survive the Moderators' wrath and would find a way out of New Ground himself.
GreenLanturn suddenly stopped. He looked over his shoulder at the Village where he grown. He looked at the Mountain in the background, the Asylum's shade barely visible in the night. Moloko pulled his hand.
-Come on dear, we have to leave.
GreenLanturn looked at his wife.
-I know sweetheart. I'm just sad. I'm going to miss the Village. Hopefully they wont find us in Macromedia city... wait what was that?
He pulled his pistol out of his jacket. Something moved behind him as he turned back to his wife.
-There's someone around here... we must not stay... MOLOKO!
Her wife was smiling at him. A fine drip of blood fell off her mouth. A bolt was stuck in her head. She fell on her knees and stood in this position. Dead.
-GOD DAMN IT NEW GROUND! WHAT DO YOU WANT? yelled GreenLanturn.
A second bolt him in the chest. He stood there a few seconds. He didn't have much time.
He dropped his backpack, and turned to his wife. The pain was running to his brain. He had to make it quick.
-I love you Moloko.
In spite of the pain the bolt anchored in his chest was creating, and the blood he was quickly losing, he opened his bag and grabbed a round object.
-RON, SHOW YOURSELF!
A shade moved in his direction. He finally got close enough to GreenLanturn so he could see the details of the Moderator.
A tall, bald, big, bad man was standing in front of him.
Bigbadron.
-The Twins wanted to kill you themselves... Oh well, I guess it's my turn to have some fun. Also, next time you want to protect your monstrous friends, don't accord confidence in some stupid junkies, would you?
Greenlanturn groaned. Bigbadron smiled and said:
-Die.
Greenlanturn fell on his knee, just like his wife. He was really pale. He lost a lot of blood. He grabbed the item hidden in his pocket with his two hands and removed the safety pin.
-No, you, replied the man on the ground.
-You little... started Ron, but the grenade exploded, instantly killing the two men.
Bigbadron the Moderator, was no more.

Two. There were two women in the Apartment. He could smell it. He could smell the hatred of one of them, and the amusement of the other. Let's see if you could catch one of them in order to regain some forces. It was going to be hard though. He was so hungry he didn't even know if he had the strength to teleport. He was walking in a corridor leading to the two staircases at the eighth floor. One of them was close. The amused one was right under him. He'd have to find a new hideout in the Apartment.
Nightcrawler started walking towards a door when he heard noise behind him and in front of him. The two girls were in the two different staircases. Quickly, he ran to the closest apartment door but it was locked. He shook the handle rudely until he understood he'd have to teleport.
But nothing happened when he tried. He was too hungry. He looked at his left, then right, no sign of anyone yet. He looked again at his left and saw a gun pointed in front of him, at less than an inch of his nose.
He smiled. He had a plan.
-Give me your gun, said the dark haired woman in front of him.
The woman's makeup was undone, like if she had cried. She was wearing a small white blouse and a schoolgirl skirt. He docilely reached for his Magnum in his pants and threw it on the floor with a lot of noise. He had a plan. He removed his hat and bowed in front of the woman.
-You got me, Sadic Schoolgirl. You've won. Now you will kill me, I presume?
Sadic grinned, her eyebrows still frowning.
-Not so fast, old man. First you'll suffer. Oh you will suffrer.
Nightcrawler coughed. He was talking a little bit louder when he said:
-I really apologize for FBIpolux. I understand the lost must have been difficult for you. Let me help you...
Before he could do anything, Sadic grabbed his wrists and locked some handcuffs on there.
-Well, well, well. What do we have here? said a voice behind Nightcrawler.
Carmilla was walking in their direction, a smile on her face.
-Oh I see you captured him for me! said the Twin. Why thank you!
Sadic Schoolgirl shook her head.
-No, no, no, said Sadic. He's mine, I found him first. I will kill him. He killed my husband, it's personal.
Nightcrawler closed his eyes. His plan was working perfectly. Now he had to rest a little bit while his jailors were deciding what would happen next.
Carmilla laughed.
-Do you think I care? Ramagi asked me to bring this man to her. So get out of my way or I'll have to kill you too.
Sadic stepped back, her rifle pointed on the Moderator.
-Kill me? I'm sorry beautiful, but I'm the one holding the gun right now. Nightcrawler is leaving with me. I don't care about your little instructions, mission, or whatever. He killed my husband and he will pay for it... by my hand. You can just leave it to me. I'll take good care of him. Tell Ramagi Charlotte took care of him. She'll understand.
Carmilla frowned.
-Are you menacing me? Bad idea cutie.
The Twin moved in between Nightcrawler and Sadic.
-I have instructions, and I never fail my missions. I will bring Nightcrawler with me, if you like it or not. Now leave this building before something bad happens to you.
A hand grabbed Sadic's shoulder. Nephthys was standing behind her, smiling.
-Hello Charlotte! What's the problem now?
Sadic jolted. She was trapped in between the Twins.
-He... he's mine. I'm taking Nightcrawler with me, said Sadic. Why don't you guys just leave?
Neph winked at her.
-Not so fast... she said. You don't seem to understand the problem here. Nightcrawler's coming with us, not you. If you're not happy we will kill you. And point this gun away from my sister in crime.
A gun was pointed in Sadic's back. She had no choice. She lowered her weapon.
Right now was the time, thought Nightcrawler.
Quickly, he sneaked behind Carmilla and took a good bite in her right shoulder.
Carmilla yelled but it was too late. Nightcrawler swallowed the flesh and teleported.
-NO! yelled Nephthys and Sadic Schoolgirl in echo.

A New Ground's Story - Part 15.1

-We're finally arrived, Lidov!
One hundred yards away from them was New Ground. DancingTurkeyGod hugged Lidov and stepped forward in direction of the Village. Lidov stood there a few minutes, nervous. They finally had made it back to the Village... but they were carrying a secret that could doom them if someone was to discover them. That's why they had to find the Security Guards before the Moderators find them.
They were right behind a house now, on the border of the forest. It was now or never.
-Are you ready? asked DTG. We need to find a member of the Security guard as soon as we can... only they can protect us.
-I still think we're not safe here... We should have gone back to the Asylum and try finding the Kharmah's leaders.
DancingTurkeyGod frowned.
-They probably think were friends of the Moderators... You and Scott were there to find the murderer of a crime THEY committed for the good of New Ground to bring him in justice. If you haven't noticed the Kharmah sent an assassin to stop us from escaping... So... we have to find someone who will listen to us before trying to slit our throats. I still sense the Assassin not too far behind us. We need to move.

-I can't believe we left DanMalo alive... what if he escapes? You know what we risk?
-Calm down Sanjay, said Sarai. It'll be fine.
Sanjay was walking in the middle of the main street along with Protège-moi and Sarai, the two newest members of the Kharmah.
-I still don't understand... started Protège-moi. What are the Moderators planning on doing? They want to incite a coup on the Administrators of New Ground? Doesn't Ramagi already have every possible power?
Sanjay looked around him and lowered his voice:
-She has the power to control people with the rules the Administrators set... but she doesn't have the power to create new rules. She and all the Moderation team wish for only one thing: The total control of New Ground. They want to supplant the Administrators in New Ground. The biggest problem about this is that the Administration is NEVER around the Village. They have their full confidence into the Moderation team. This is why the Moderators can do whatever they want here, except making new rules. They are bound to the rules the Administrators wrote for them.
The little group walked past the fountain and turned in some dark alley in between two stores.
-What's going to happen if the Moderators take full control of New Ground? asked Sarai. And how will they proceed? I mean, how could they possibly get rid of the Administration?
Sanjay stopped in the middle of the alley and faced the two women.
-I ignore it. But I believe they will simply attempt to kill them. They've already killed liljim from what I've heard. He's the original creator of the Kharmah. He made this organization to watch over the village, since he didn't trust the Moderators Wade Fulp nominated. And now something is about to happen. Ramagi announced that the Administrators were coming tonight in the Village to announce something really important.
Protège-moi lighted a cigarette and asked:
-And you believe that's when the Moderators are going to strike? Tonight?
-Yes, said Sanjay. With all the information I've gathered, I KNOW they are going to strike tonight, whenever the Administration team shows up. I'm a Moderator after all... And this is why I'm going to need you two. I've learned the Twins were going to be there... and I also heard that you guys know them well.

The Museum was completely dark. No lights were on. Night Crawler had definitely left the town. Oh well, the moderator standing next to the Museum's door, holding a briefcase, had to enter the old men's domain anyways. He'd have a perfect view of the whole village when the Administrators would be there. Poxpower grinned. He'd have a perfect shot on the true Leader of New Ground. He had been waiting for this moment for a while now. Tonight was their night.

The New Ground Tank was leading the diligence, Johnny Utah driving it. Will smiled, tonight was their night. The achievement of years of work, they will finally release it. Will Stamper was sitting in a saloon car with the four main Administrators of New Ground. Bob was driving them to New Ground. He hadn't been there forever... hopefully James had kept everything under control during their absence. He looked at his friends, Wade, Tom, Tim and Ross.
-I hope you guys know what you're doing, said Stamper.
Ross nosed up from the giant book he was reading and looked at Stamper.
-Of course, we've been working on this for quite a while now. Everything will be fine. The New Grounders will be happy.
Stamper looked away from him and whispered to himself:
-I really hope... because I have a bad feeling about this.
The car crossed a sign: Welcome to New Ground!
Tonight was their night.

-I think I just stepped on a corpse.
DancingTurkeyGod turned back to Lidov.
-Come on now, we're almost there. We're going to be back out in the surface really soon, don't worry.
They were right under the fountain.
-Maybe I forgot to tell you, but I hate sewers, said Lidov. And I'm claustrophobic.
DTG stopped in front of some ladder and started climbing it. Lidov followed her quickly and checked behind him. The shadows were taking control once again in the sewers as DTG's flashlight was going up the ladder and leaving the sewers.
-Wait for me!
He pulled himself out of the sewers and closed the sewer's drain cover slowly, trying to make the less noise possible. He rose up and considered how dirty his clothes were. He turned around to find DTG when he realized something was wrong. She was on the ground, lying down. One second later someone grabbed his arms and immobilized him on the ground just as well.
-Wait a second! said a feminine voice near DTG. I recognize him. It's Lidov... It's safe, you can let him go.
The person holding him stepped back and Lidov rose on his feet again. He looked behind him to see his aggressor and saw tall women with glasses and long brown hair. She was looking at him with a cold eye.
-So, what was your car doing in the Asylum's garage?
Lidov looked over his shoulder. Sarai was standing right next to him a katana pointed on him. He raised his hands over his head and said:
-God damn it. I knew I shouldn't have taken my GTO... now I won't be able to put my hand on my baby anymore...
Sarai poked him with her sword.
-AEOW! Why did you do that?
-Answer my question, Lidov, said the Asian girl.
-All right! All right! I went to the Asylum with Scottmale to find out who murdered his brother... then we got stuck inside and they put us in a cell with this woman over there, DancingTurkeyGod.
Sarai's eyebrows rose up.
-The girl that almost got Ramagi killed?
Lidov looked at DTG, unconscious on the ground with surprise.
-Uh, I guess. I don't know I heard she just threw something at her. Anyways, we managed to escape the Asylum, and I believe we're still getting chased by one of their Assassins. What are YOU guys doing here? Weren't you banned from New Ground Sarai? And who's this girl with you? What's happening here?
Sarai made some sign at the other girl and put her attention back on Lidov.
-So you're not with the Moderators?
-Uh? asked Lidov. What do you mean? You... know about the Moderators?
Sarai looked surprised.
-Of course we know, said Sarai. We're trying to stop them. They are going to do something tonight. We're trying to figure out what's going to happen.
-And what do YOU know about the Moderators yourself, Lidov? asked a man voice with an Indian accent somewhere in the dark alley.
-Sanjay? Is that you?
The Moderator stepped out of the shades in front of him. He had a long saber in his back and an AK-47 in his hands.
-Of course it's me. So tell me what you know. I'm not on their side, so don't worry about me being a Mod and all that.
Lidov was confused. So much stuff was happening at the same time. It was too late to turn back; he had to tell them about the book. He explained how DTG found liljim's notes in the mountain and their meeting with Shrapnel.
-We should not stay here... said Lidov. Shrapnel could have followed us, or that Assassin from the Asylum.
-Jade? asked Sanjay. She's on our side, don't worry about her. The Asylum's Queen probably thought you were spies for the Moderator. Wait...
Somewhere in the village, close to them, an engine was approaching.
-The Administration is already there. We have to move. Take your friend with you.

Johnny Utah immobilized the Tank in the middle of the Village, at the public place. Ramagi's limousine was already there, next to an empty pickup. Utah opened the Tank's top trapdoor and came out of the vehicle. Bob's car stopped right next to him.
-Aahh, New Ground, said Utah. I've missed you.

A New Ground's Story - Part 15.2

Inside the limousine, Ramagi was drinking her scotch. She hadn't had a drop of alcohol for years. Tonight was the big night. She checked her watch. 2:13 A.M.
They could be there any minute now. She grabbed her pocket mirror and made sure she was presentable for the Administrators. After putting some additional makeup, she reached for her purse lying at her feet and pulled out a revolver. The Villagers would soon see why she's known as the Blam Queen. She looked through the tainted window and saw the Tank immobilize, then Tom Fulp's personal Saloon car. She looked in her pocket mirror once more, hided the revolver in her purse and asked for her driver to open the limousine's door.

Ozcar was sweating. The moment was close, their moment of victory. The Administration team had just arrived; Ramagi had prevented them into the radio. For once his sombrero was not sitting on his head. Dobio, Nephthys, Carmilla, a bandage on her shoulder, Afro Ninja, Maus, Enoll, Zerok and Dirty Syko were there, sitting around an immense table in the Moderator's lounge, on the last floor of the New Ground hotel.
-Where the hell is Dan Malo? asked Ozcar after hitting the table with his fist, breaking the silence installed after Ramagi told them to be patient on the radio. I asked him to be there after he'd be done with his task... tontopollas... It appears we're going to do this without him. Carmilla, you think you will be good to go joust with the Admins?
Carmilla removed her bandage, where you could see where Nightcrawler took a bite. She gritted her teeth when she touched the wound. Nephthys grabbed her hand and started massaging it.
-I... I guess I can just shoot with my left arm, said the wounded Twin. Nephthys can fight for both of us. That old men's escape enraged her... She could probably take all the Admins by herself.
Enoll laughed. He had a strong beard and was patiently waiting for some action leaning next to the room's window.
-You sincerely believe the Administrator came here defenseless? First you've heard Ramagi, they have the Tank and I wouldn't be surprised if Mindchamber was with them somewhere. I guess our job will be to take down the Tank, or make him surrender? I highly doubt we can take down the New Ground Tank. I've never seen something like this engine before.
-What, you think it's MAGICAL? asked Maus with an ironic tone while making some hand gestures in the air.
Dirty Syko, who was playing with a lighter, looked up.
-There's no Tanks I can't destroy, magical or not. I've got plenty of supplies downstairs. They're going to go boom boom if they don't give up. I'd be more worried about Mindchamber than some fairy-like Tank. I'll take care of Utah.
-...and Poxpower is already in place in the Museum, continued Ozcar. He has a good view of the place. With his rifle he'll be able to take anyone who tries to fight back. Now Zerok...
He got interrupted because the radio on the table emitted a voice.
"Everyone in position, we're going soon." said Ramagi's voice.
-Let's go guys, said the Spanish Moderator. It's our night.

-Where did DancingTurkeyGod and Lidov go? asked Sanjay, visibly angered. I told them to stay with us!
Protège-moi sighed.
-Who cares, they were useless anyways, replied the women. They won't do any good against forty Moderators. Now come on, we need to get closer to the Admins. The attack could happen anytime. Now let's get in position.

DancingTomato and a few other people had been awakening with all the noise coming from the Village's place. The butcher walked out of his house to see New Ground's Tank parked next to the fountain. Something important was going on. He noticed other people were zoning out of their houses, curious to see what was happening. The Administrators were in the middle of the Village, speaking with Ramagi, the Village's leader. DancingTomato's attention suddenly got drawn by something else. Something passed over his head in the sky, a big, blue plane, or something similar. A flying aircraft was patrolling over the Village, high in the sky, too far to distinguish.

DTG was putting her clothes back on. Lidov was asleep in his bed, exhausted. They deserved that, after all the effort they given during the last day. She deserved that little threat. She hadn't had sex with anyone for years. That raunchy little trip in the exaltation calmed her body, which had been under constant tension for a while. She sat on the mechanic's bed and smiled while watching him sleep.
-I'll be back, I promise, she said, more to her than to the sleeping guy. I guess Sanjay will need my powers.
She put her boots back on her feet when the room's door opened. A lady in a long ebony robe was standing under the frame. Her black hair were messy and she had mud on her hands, which were holding long knife and a pistol, pointed on DTG. The Assassin's eyes were circled by fatigue.
-I finally find you, she said before DTG can do anything.
She looked at Lidov, naked under the covers and smiled.
-It looks like you've had a little fun before the big jump. You should've done that outside of the Village, because now there's no more escape.
DancingTurkeyGod rose on her feet and quickly said:
-Wait! We're on the same side, calm down, and let me explain... We're not spies for the Mods...
Jade's smile stood still on her face, her gun pointed on DTG.
-I know that. Who told you I do not work for them myself?
DancingTurkeyGod stepped back and sat back on the bed.
-Calm down, friend... we can work things out. There's no need to...
-I'm not your friend, buddy, interrupted Jade the Assassin of the Asylum. You have some important book in your possession. Give me that book.
DTG sighed:
-Sure...
Quickly, she reached for her backpack hidden behind the bed and extracted liljim's notebook out of it.
-Now give it to me, said Jade.
-As you wish.
DancingTurkeyGod closed her eyes. She focused all of her powers on the little book she was still holding in her right hand. Finally, she threw it at Jade; with the help of her mental powers, the book literally flew out of her hand, aimed for the Assassin's head. Before Jade could do anything, the book had already hit her head and broke her nose. She fell on her back, blood spreading everywhere on the floor. Lidov suddenly woke up and grabbed a gun under his pillow and pointed it on the wounded girl groaning on the floor.
-I see you didn't need my help to take care of that problem... said Lidov, lowering his weapon. I didn't think she'd find us here. What happened? I thought she was an ally of us.
DTG explained the whole scene to Lidov and he nodded. He put his clothes back on and walked to the Assassin. He grabbed her gun and her knife and threw them on the other side of the room.
-I'll take care of her, he said while pulling Jade in another room. You should go help Sanjay.
DTG followed Lidov and pulled his arm as he started tying Jade with some garage chain. He faced her and she kissed him on the lips.
-I love you.
And she left the house as fast as she could to rejoin Sanjay and the others.

The New Ground's Story: Conclusion

-Hello, Ramagi, said Tom Fulp while shaking her hand. It's been a while. I'm glad to see my Village is still as clean as it was the last time I came!
Ramagi smiled and greeted the other Administrators.
-So, started Ramagi, why does the whole Administration team give us tonight the great pleasure of visiting the Village?
Wade removed his shades and eyed Ramagi.
-We have an important announcement to make, said Wade Fulp. We'd need to talk to the whole Mod team first. Do you think you could wake them up and ask them to come meet us in the Lounge?
-Sure... just let me warn the other Moderators, said Ramagi while heading back to her Limousine.
Wade put his shades back on and leaned on Bob's car. Ross finally put his coding book away and zoned out of the car. Something was wrong; more people should have been there to greet them, not only Ramagi all by herself. They had warned her they would be there tonight a few weeks ago and from what he had heard Ramagi would rarely go out without protection ever since some woman attempted a murder on her person during a ceremony. He looked around him. People were getting outside of their houses to see what was causing so much noise in the middle of the village. Ross' attention finally stopped on a huge manor on top of New Ground's highest hill, the Museum, owned by Nightcrawler. Something caught his attention on top of the Museum's highest window... like a white flash, like if some light reflected on a mirror, or something similar. Or a lens. Something was wrong. Ramagi had disappeared in her Limousine and everything was quiet, too quiet. Except for Tom talking with Will Stamper and Bob, it was all-silent. Finally something happened: a woman walked towards them, apparently alone. She walked by the Tank and Ross finally recognized her: Nephthys, a Moderator of New Ground. She kept walking until she arrived next to their group. She stopped next to the car and said:
-Why hello there! What a marvelous surprise we have there tonight! All of the Administrators are here! Oh wait, but there are two people missing... Where is Mike?
Ross turned to Wade, who responded:
-Mike had important stuff to take care of. Where are the other Moderators? We'd like to converse with everyone, not just you.
Nephthys stepped back with an exaggerated drama queen expression on her face.
-How rude! I believe I'm sufficient for now.
Ross understood everything, everything James, liljim, had tried to make him understand. Something was not working as intended. The Moderators were plotting something. He pulled Tom's arm, which grabbed his attention.
-What?
-Tom... I believe something bad is about to happen. We need to get out of there, or launch the project right now.
Tom smiled:
-Ha ha, what could be happening Ross? Everything is fine. We have good protection anyways.
Ross looked at Nephthys who was still talking with Wade. He pulled Tom away from her and whispered:
-I know... but something is going to happen. James warned me about it a while ago but I never really paid attention to it, and now James disappeared without leaving any traces. Don't you see?
-Come on, Ross, said Tom. You're just nervous because what were about to do will change the face of New Ground. You know James has always been like that, distant. He's probably going to show up tonight, he knows what's happening.
Right as Tom said that, more people approached them. Dirty Syko and Enoll were already next to the tank.
-See, said Nephthys, I dislike it when people are rude with me, Wade. I HIGHLY dislike it. I don't care of who you are, what you do, but I'm not some simple peon you can use like you want. You people should have seen it coming years ago, but tonight is your end, and our beginning.
-What? simply said Wade.
-NOW! yelled Nephthys while grabbing her gun.
Ross had seen it coming, that whole time. He pushed Tom and stood in front of him. At the same time the shot came, right from the Museum's last window. Intended for Tom Fulp, the bullet pierced Ross' skull and instantly killed him. At the same time, Moderators were invading the fountain place, at least ten of them. Tom backed off to the car.
-Cease fire, pox! yelled Dobio in a walkie-talkie while marching towards Tom, a shotgun in his hands. We got this.
He grinned at Tom and arrived next to him.
-Well it's been fun, Tom, said the Canadian Moderator. But every fun things have an end!
He pointed the shotgun on Tom's face but when he put the finger on the trigger, a wide beam pierced a hole in his chest. The second later he was dead and fell on Tom. Disgusted, Tom moved away from the cadaver and saw all the Moderators look at the sky. A huge blue machine landed right on Evark as he yelled something, pointing something over him, cracking the ground around it. MindChamber, the Administrator's Robot guard finally arrived. Nephthys jumped behind the car and engaged combat with Wade as Johnny Utah started operating the Tank.
He didn't notice Dirty Syko had planted explosives in the tail of the Tank but someone else did. Sprinting quickly to reach the Moderator before it was too late; Sarai jumped on Dirty Syko and slashed his head with a quick Katana strike. She jumped on the detonator still held in his hand and threw it away. She looked over the car and saw Protège-Moi was already heading for Bob's car. Sanjay also joined the battle with his AK-47. He shot a few bullets at Maus but she dodged them and ran into SlipperyMooseCakes' bar where she started firing from. Will Stamper opened the car's door and jumped into it, while Tom opened the trunk and grabbed two Uzis. He pointed them on Enoll who was busy fighting Sarai and shot him three times in the chest. Another shot fired from the Museum missed him by an inch and he decided it was more prudent to wait into the car with Stamper.
Meanwhile DancingTurkeyGod entered the field as well. Her hair were strangely dressed all over her head, like a static afro and she was walking towards Ramagi's limousine. Ramagi was inside of it, shooting from the window with her revolver. She was aiming at Tim who was crouching behind the Tank, unarmed.
DancingTurkeyGod focused all of her powers once again. This time she was aiming for something much, much, much bigger than a book. Her concentration was completely focused on Ramagi's car, a 7200 pounds limousine. Weight didn't matter for much, but it was still harder to work with something with such a big mass than a little notebook. She tried to clean her mind, and closed her eyes. She was in the middle of the field, but she didn't have much to worry about. The Moderators probably hadn't even noticed her yet. Finally it came; she felt the power rise through her and directed it on the luxurious car. Slowly, the limousine left the ground. Ramagi, inside the car, stop firing and started panicking. She had asked her driver, Denvish, to lock the doors in case someone would try to get to her and forgot about it. Now she was trapped into her own limousine which was for some reason levitating in the sky. Johnny Utah noticed it too. He stopped the Tank and pointed the canon towards the car. Finally Ramagi saw who was responsible of this abnormal act and recognized DTG... the girl who attempted a murder on her person. She aimed her revolver at her and shot twice. The first bullet missed but the second hit her left arm, breaking her concentration. DTG's hair fell back on her head as the limousine fell back to the ground. At the same time Johnny Utah fired with the Tank but the rocket missed the Limousine attracted by the sudden gravity and flew over it... heading straight for the New Ground Museum. Poxpower saw the projectile arrive right into his Sniper rifle's scope a few second before the building exploded. Ramagi's Limousine crashed on the ground, nose first, instantly killing its passenger.
DTG smiled. Finally.
MindChamber was getting hooked to the ground by Alastor and Afro Ninja, as more Moderators arrived in the combat. Carmilla and Nephthys were now side by side, fighting Wade Fulp. Wade was dodging all of their attacks but couldn't do anything himself, overwhelmed by the hits. Protège-Moi was fighting Ozcar and Sanjay was dealing with Zerok.

Will Stamper was looking at the fight from inside Bob's car. Bob had rejoined them a few minutes ago and was very nervous.
-We need to act soon, he said. If we launch it right now it will stop the Moderators...
He watched Alastor smash MindChamber's circuits with a maul as Afro Ninja and Red Circle were trying to avoid getting hit by his laser beams. Joe and Uber Barista were on top of the Tank and were trying to get it opened with a blow torch.
-You are right, Bob, said Tom. Will, I'll let you have this honor.
Tom Fulp reached under the seat for an old laptop and handed it to Stamper.
Stamper gazed the computer.
-Are you sure? he asked.
Tom nodded:
-Of course, go ahead. We've waited long enough. I guess we're going to have to find a new Moderator team after the Re-Design is complete... unless their brains are successfully wiped out by the process.
Stamper held his breath and pressed a button.
The Re-Design got launched. New Ground was no more. Only a few remained conscious: the members of the Administration Team. They gently put Ross' corpse inside the car and left the Village. In a few days the Village would become something different, something much bigger.
In a few days no one would remember what happened on this date, and everything that happened before.
Except maybe...

Epilogue

Nightcrawler was in pain. He'd need more human flesh soon. He had a long way to go back to rejoin his kind... and he'd have to teleport a lot to make the travel easier. He was close to a town though... he could smell it. He could also smell the lady chasing him; that Sadic Schoolgirl would never stop. Not until she had his head on a trophy. He had no idea of how could she track him so easily, but she was going to have a huge surprise when she'd find him... with a few friends at his side.
He smiled and teleported in the night.

Comments from the author: Thank you for reading this... I took me a while to finish this story but it was worth it. I hope you enjoyed, and feel free to give a feedback or such. I've had a lot of fun writing this story and I hope you've had a lot of fun reading it! Once again, if you find any horrible spelling mistakes, make sure you tell me!

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