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Here we are! Season 2: Chaos Control is on the air! If you haven't completely read Season 1 (Number Hunters), then I highly advise you to do so before moving ahead, as this season may contain spoilers to past events in the first season. Read at your own risk otherwise.
The continuation of Django's story in his fight against Lucifer. After a miraculous comeback victory, Django has defeated Lucifer. But, the evil, demonic Psykinox is still alive and in hiding, meaning he's far from gone. Django and friends will soon encounter other threats that are being manipulated by the psycho Psykinox. New allies, new enemies, new adventures, new Duels await them. The stakes have been raised, and soon it'll evolve itself into a major crisis if not stopped. Can the gang stop Lucifer's evil rampage before the world suffers his wrath? We will find out.
Now, onto the main event: Chapter 1: Memory, is on the air!
I will admit, it's a short, somewhat slow and emotional chapter. I admit, it was kinda hard to write this without myself tearing up. But it reveals more of Django's personality and backstory. The next chapter will be somewhat the same, but at least on a more cheerful note. So until then, guys!
The continuation of Django's story in his fight against Lucifer. After a miraculous comeback victory, Django has defeated Lucifer. But, the evil, demonic Psykinox is still alive and in hiding, meaning he's far from gone. Django and friends will soon encounter other threats that are being manipulated by the psycho Psykinox. New allies, new enemies, new adventures, new Duels await them. The stakes have been raised, and soon it'll evolve itself into a major crisis if not stopped. Can the gang stop Lucifer's evil rampage before the world suffers his wrath? We will find out.
Now, onto the main event: Chapter 1: Memory, is on the air!
Memory
It had been a week since the Duel between Django and Lucifer. Things had returned to normal for the gang. Django had completely recovered from the Psychic Duels and was now enjoying the peace.
On Friday, the gang was out at the local pizza parlor, enjoying some lunch. While they happily chatted and poked fun at each other, Django, however, was spacing out, something was on his mind.
Tempest asked, “What do you think, Django? Hmm? Django? You in there? Django?”
He snapped out of his state, looking a bit confused, “Huh? Oh, Tempest. Sorry, I didn’t catch what you said.”
She asked, concerned, “Are you okay? You’ve been spacing out a lot today. Is something wrong?”
Jack asked, “Is Lucifer still on your mind?”
The inventor shook his head, “No, it’s not Lucifer, per se, but it is something else of importance. At least to me. We’re… approaching a certain day of the year. One that… well…” he trailed off, his eyes shifting downward, growing dull.
Fiona figured it out, “I think I know. It’s the anniversary of your parents’ deaths, isn’t it? The day that Lucifer murdered them, right?”
He nodded sadly, “Yes, it is. This Saturday marks the 16th anniversary of my parents' deaths at the hands of Lucifer. They’re buried here, in Cyber City Cemetery. I’ll be visiting their graves tomorrow, to pay my respects.” He gave a sad sigh, but then tried to cover it up with a smile, “Don’t mind me, guys. It’s just a hard time of the year for me, but I’ll be fine. So don’t worry about it. I’ll be okay.”
The gang knew he was lying, but they didn’t push the issue. They resumed eating their lunch, but secretly had other plans.
Later that day, Django and Tempest were back at their home. Django had purchased three bouquets of flowers earlier, and was preparing them for the next day. Tempest was in her room, worried about him.
She thought, “Tomorrow will be a hard day for him. The day that Lucifer turned his life completely upside-down out of spite, jealousy, and lust for power. Django doesn’t have to face it alone. But it’s times like this that I realize how fragile he is. He tries his hardest to keep his spirits up, to maintain a cheerful disposition, but, deep down, he’s in a lot of emotional turmoil. Emotional turmoil that won’t be at peace until Lucifer is no longer in existence. I won’t let him face this alone. He has to realize that we’re all here for him. I’ll make sure of it.”
After a nice dinner, the two went into their rooms and prepared for bed. Before doing so, Django took a small picture down from the top of his dresser. It had an old image in it, though it was still in good condition. It showed three individuals. One was a handsome man, with a broad body, peach skin, white spiky hair that reached his shoulders, gold eyes, and a kind, yet sharp face with two venom green zigzag marks under his eyes. He was wearing a headband with eye-like markings, a green vest over a red shirt, cargo pants with a belt, boots, and a small pair of glasses perched on his nose. The second individual was a beautiful young woman, with a slender yet curvy body, long flowing ice blue hair, radiant emerald green eyes, pale, supple skin, and a smooth face with two aqua triangles on her forehead. She was wearing a sapphire blue shirt, grey shorts, knee-high socks, silver shoes, and a gold ring around her right wrist. They were kneeling next to a young boy who was wearing a red tee shirt, blue shorts, sneakers, and narrow rectangular glasses. He had white hair, emerald green eyes, and peach skin. As the young adult looked at the image, he could feel his eyes gaining water.
“Mom… dad… I miss you. I hope you’re doing well among the stars. Why did Lucifer have to kill you? We were so happy, not a care in the world, and yet… now you’re gone. Taken away by brutal force…” Tears started to roll down his cheeks, “Lucifer… why did you take such delight in ruining the lives of others? Because of you, my family, my only family, is gone. Everything that mattered to me was ripped apart by your hands. Just because we were Spirits and you’re a Bloodlust doesn’t mean you had the right to destroy all that is precious. Because of you… I’m alone, the sole survivor of your murderous rampage. Everything that mattered to me is gone, forcing me to survive alone. You will pay for your crimes.”
Wiping away his tears, Django put the picture back on top of his dresser, walked over to his bed, and slipped under the covers. He took his glasses off, turned out the light, and rolled on his side, nuzzling his head in his pillow. He drifted off into a dreamless sleep, but the pain in his heart was still present. Watching over him, his Duel Spirits observed his pain, all of them with solemn expressions.
Dark Magician mused, “You’re not alone anymore, Django. You may have lost all that is precious to you years ago, but you have gained something just as valuable. Your friends, who will stand by you for years to come, are always with you.”
The next day, Django was very quiet at breakfast, his eyes dull. Tempest observed this, concerned, but the wheels in her mind were in high gear. After breakfast, the Psykinox returned upstairs to get prepared for his yearly ritual. When he came back downstairs, he was surprised to find the Elemental female by the door, waiting for him. She was dressed in her new standard outfit. While she was still wearing her green tub top and blue mini skirt, she was now wearing a pink sleeveless jacket, black ankle socks and red platform sandals, along with several pieces of wrist chains and bracelets. She was holding the three bouquets of flowers.
She said, “Before you say anything, I’m coming along. You don’t have to face this alone. I’ll always be by your side, always, so don’t forget that. I want to you realize that, as your friend, I can always be called upon. So don’t argue, because I’m coming with you no matter what.”
He gained a surprised expression, eyes wide, but then it melted into a warm smile.
He replied, “Thank you, Tempest. We better get going.”
She smiled as they walked outside, placed the three bouquets of flowers in the back seat, and drove off into town. When they arrived at the cemetery, Django was in for yet another surprise. When they got out, they were greeted by Cody, Jack, Leo, and Fiona, all waiting for the duo.
“Guys? What are you doing here?” the inventor asked, puzzled.
Leo stated, “The same reason you’re here: to pay our respects to a great family.”
Cody added, “Yeah, buddy, we’re here for ya. We know you’d do the same fer us, so it’s our turn to do it fer you.”
Fiona nodded, “It’s obvious how much your family meant to you. So we wanted to come along to reassure you that you’re no longer alone.”
Jack said, “We hope you don’t mind. After what we’ve heard about Astral and Elna, we wanted to be by your side to pay respects to some great people. They obviously mean so much to you, so we wanted to be part of it, to show them and you that everything will be fine.”
Tempest smiled, “I hope you don’t mind, Django, but we set this up for you. You have to remember that you no longer have to face this alone. We’re together as one, so whatever affects you will affect us. So we’re here for you.”
Django’s eyes widened, then he lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes. A single tear leaked out of his eyes, but he gained a smile.
He replied, “Thank you… for everything. I really appreciate this.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, smiling. After a moment, Django took out two of the bouquets of flowers and guided the gang into the cemetery. It was a quiet day. It wasn’t long before they reached two gravestones. Both were tall and handsome, but weathered and worn from the hands of time, each with an angel on top. One read “Astral Spirit” while the other read “Elna Spirit”.
Django slowly approached the graves, placing one collection of flowers on each. He went on one knee and gave a small, silent prayer. Everyone else, much to his surprise, knelt down next to him and each gave a silent prayer of their own. Another tear leaked out of his eye in response, a sad smile forming on his face. After a few moments, they all got up from their positions and started to leave. Django took one last look at the graves before they departed. Once they were past the cemetery gate, he turned to his gang.
“I have one more stop to make. If you’re willing to go, I’ll show you the way.”
Cody smiled, “Of course we’ll come along, D-Man. You don’t have to face any of this alone. If one of us was in yer situation, we know you’d do the same. So just lead the way, buddy.”
Django nodded and they all piled into their two cars. Django’s took the lead, with Cody’s just behind it. They drove toward the southern part of the city, then out into a small suburb. After a little drive, Django pulled over, Cody doing the same behind him. They had stopped in an older part of the area, full of old houses, but many of which were still occupied. The two cars had parked in front of the ruins of a fairly large home.
It was just slightly smaller than Django’s current home, built of stone, steel, and brick, with a large front yard surrounded by a metal fence, two brick columns in front, and what appeared to be the remains of a two-car garage. One of the columns was mostly destroyed, leaving only a bit of the base, while the other was still standing strong. A plaque was on the remaining column, made of bronze, with the word “Spirit” engraved on it, and on top was a strange upside-down triangle symbol, also made of bronze. The parts of the house that was still standing was covered in moss, mold, and decaying, yet somehow still seemed sturdy. As the gang got out, they observed the ruins of the once mighty home.
Fiona asked, “Is this… your original home, Django?”
He nodded, “Yes. This is where my parents and I lived our happy lives… along with where Lucifer committed his crime against my family. Every year on this day I come back to this place. I don’t know why, to be honest, but it seems like something is drawing me here every year. Even though I’d rather not be here, as it brings back too many painful memories, well, here I stand.”
Leo then noticed something. He saw a sign on part of the rusty fence. He quickly read it, his eyes widening.
“Hey, this house has been scheduled for demolition. And judging by the date on this sign… this order is over ten years old.”
Jack asked, “If those orders are over ten years old, then why is the house still standing? Or what’s left of it, anyway.”
Django replied, “Yes, this house has been scheduled for demolition for a long time, but something has been keeping crews from tearing it down. They say some sort of entity roams the house, protecting it, preventing its destruction. Every piece of equipment that tries to touch the house suddenly malfunctions and shuts down. Even when they’ve tried to demolish it by hand, such as with sledge hammers, something causes that equipment to disappear into thin air. Some residences in the area say they can see a glowing light roam the hallowed halls. Because of that, no construction crew has come back.”
Cody looked frightened, “Ya mean there’s a GHOST in that house!?”
Tempest quirked an eyebrow, “A ghost? I highly doubt it. While I’m not a skeptic, even with all this Psykinox stuff, I don’t think any ghosts wander this house. And I bet you don’t either, Django. Right?”
The inventor replied, “I’m not so sure about that, Tempest.”
Now she looked frightened, “Y-You mean you think there really IS a ghost in there!?”
“I didn’t say ghost, per se, Tempest. Every time I come here, I do sense another presence. I don’t know what kind of presence it is, exactly, but I don’t think it’s threatening. But obviously something is keeping the demolition crews from destroying this house, so I doubt it’s just a rumor. I don’t know exactly what it is, but something is protecting my former home’s remains. Protecting it for what reason, however, is another mystery. But time for that later.” He opened the back seat door, taking out the last bouquet, “This is the last piece of my ritual for the day. Just give me a moment, please.”
He walked up to the front porch of the ruined home. He gingerly walked up the two wooden steps, stopped just shy of the door, and placed the last bouquet on the doorstep. He gave one last silent prayer, turned around, and slowly walked back. He took one last glance at the home, something bugging him.
“Strange…” he thought, “It feels like something inside there is calling me. I don’t know what, but I can sense something within these hallowed halls. Maybe there is some entity protecting something in there. But what?”
He shook his head, turned back to the others, and returned to them.
He sighed, but smiled, “Thank you for doing this, guys. It really means a lot to me. It’s nice to know I have such great support. I hope this wasn’t too much of a gloomy day for you, but I really appreciate you guys coming along.”
Jack smiled, “We’re your friends, pal. You have to remember that you’re not alone anymore. We’re here for you, man.”
Cody nodded, “You got that right, Jack. Friends stick together to the end. We’re all in this fight, and until Lucifer is history, we’ll stand by ya to the bitter end. But we know it won’t be bitter, as we’re the A-Team, so Lucifer is as good as a goner.”
Leo added, “Yeah, you said it! Whatever affects one of us, affects all of us, so we’re here for you. The Legendary Number Hunters are forever a team. No matter what, we’ll always be there for one another.”
Fiona nodded, “Too true, big bro, too true. As long as we have each other, then nothing will stop us from bringing peace and harmony to our world. That’s what friends do, after all.”
Django’s eyes started to glimmer, “Thank you, all of you, for everything you’ve done for me. My existence is no longer dark, as you guys are the light. That same light will banish the evil of Lucifer forever. But thank you.”
He held out his hand. Each member of the group placed one hand over it, all smiling. They threw their hands up in the air triumphantly.
“Now, as thanks, how about we get something really good to eat. My treat. Sound good?”
Cody and Jack said in unison, “Food is always good, man! Let’s go!”
Smiling, the gang left the ruins of the Spirit household, heading back into the main part of the city. Little did they know that a rainbow-colored orb of light floated out of the front door. It seemed to look around, floated down to the flowers, picked them up, and carried them back into the house.
That evening, Django was on his balcony, looking up at the stars. They seemed extra bright tonight, just as high as his spirits.
He said silently, “Tempest, Cody, Jack, Leo, and Fiona… the best friends a guy like me could ever get. I don’t know why fate united us, but I’m grateful for it. They’re right; I’m not alone anymore. They are like my new family now. They may have their quirks, but I know I can always count on them. Watch out, Lucifer, because your days are numbered. You may have killed the original Spirit family, but let’s see you do the same to THIS family. We’ve wised up to your tricks, so don’t think your underhanded, cowardly tactics will take us by surprise. So watch your back, Lucifer, because we’ll break it.”
Next Chapter: Customize
It had been a week since the Duel between Django and Lucifer. Things had returned to normal for the gang. Django had completely recovered from the Psychic Duels and was now enjoying the peace.
On Friday, the gang was out at the local pizza parlor, enjoying some lunch. While they happily chatted and poked fun at each other, Django, however, was spacing out, something was on his mind.
Tempest asked, “What do you think, Django? Hmm? Django? You in there? Django?”
He snapped out of his state, looking a bit confused, “Huh? Oh, Tempest. Sorry, I didn’t catch what you said.”
She asked, concerned, “Are you okay? You’ve been spacing out a lot today. Is something wrong?”
Jack asked, “Is Lucifer still on your mind?”
The inventor shook his head, “No, it’s not Lucifer, per se, but it is something else of importance. At least to me. We’re… approaching a certain day of the year. One that… well…” he trailed off, his eyes shifting downward, growing dull.
Fiona figured it out, “I think I know. It’s the anniversary of your parents’ deaths, isn’t it? The day that Lucifer murdered them, right?”
He nodded sadly, “Yes, it is. This Saturday marks the 16th anniversary of my parents' deaths at the hands of Lucifer. They’re buried here, in Cyber City Cemetery. I’ll be visiting their graves tomorrow, to pay my respects.” He gave a sad sigh, but then tried to cover it up with a smile, “Don’t mind me, guys. It’s just a hard time of the year for me, but I’ll be fine. So don’t worry about it. I’ll be okay.”
The gang knew he was lying, but they didn’t push the issue. They resumed eating their lunch, but secretly had other plans.
Later that day, Django and Tempest were back at their home. Django had purchased three bouquets of flowers earlier, and was preparing them for the next day. Tempest was in her room, worried about him.
She thought, “Tomorrow will be a hard day for him. The day that Lucifer turned his life completely upside-down out of spite, jealousy, and lust for power. Django doesn’t have to face it alone. But it’s times like this that I realize how fragile he is. He tries his hardest to keep his spirits up, to maintain a cheerful disposition, but, deep down, he’s in a lot of emotional turmoil. Emotional turmoil that won’t be at peace until Lucifer is no longer in existence. I won’t let him face this alone. He has to realize that we’re all here for him. I’ll make sure of it.”
After a nice dinner, the two went into their rooms and prepared for bed. Before doing so, Django took a small picture down from the top of his dresser. It had an old image in it, though it was still in good condition. It showed three individuals. One was a handsome man, with a broad body, peach skin, white spiky hair that reached his shoulders, gold eyes, and a kind, yet sharp face with two venom green zigzag marks under his eyes. He was wearing a headband with eye-like markings, a green vest over a red shirt, cargo pants with a belt, boots, and a small pair of glasses perched on his nose. The second individual was a beautiful young woman, with a slender yet curvy body, long flowing ice blue hair, radiant emerald green eyes, pale, supple skin, and a smooth face with two aqua triangles on her forehead. She was wearing a sapphire blue shirt, grey shorts, knee-high socks, silver shoes, and a gold ring around her right wrist. They were kneeling next to a young boy who was wearing a red tee shirt, blue shorts, sneakers, and narrow rectangular glasses. He had white hair, emerald green eyes, and peach skin. As the young adult looked at the image, he could feel his eyes gaining water.
“Mom… dad… I miss you. I hope you’re doing well among the stars. Why did Lucifer have to kill you? We were so happy, not a care in the world, and yet… now you’re gone. Taken away by brutal force…” Tears started to roll down his cheeks, “Lucifer… why did you take such delight in ruining the lives of others? Because of you, my family, my only family, is gone. Everything that mattered to me was ripped apart by your hands. Just because we were Spirits and you’re a Bloodlust doesn’t mean you had the right to destroy all that is precious. Because of you… I’m alone, the sole survivor of your murderous rampage. Everything that mattered to me is gone, forcing me to survive alone. You will pay for your crimes.”
Wiping away his tears, Django put the picture back on top of his dresser, walked over to his bed, and slipped under the covers. He took his glasses off, turned out the light, and rolled on his side, nuzzling his head in his pillow. He drifted off into a dreamless sleep, but the pain in his heart was still present. Watching over him, his Duel Spirits observed his pain, all of them with solemn expressions.
Dark Magician mused, “You’re not alone anymore, Django. You may have lost all that is precious to you years ago, but you have gained something just as valuable. Your friends, who will stand by you for years to come, are always with you.”
The next day, Django was very quiet at breakfast, his eyes dull. Tempest observed this, concerned, but the wheels in her mind were in high gear. After breakfast, the Psykinox returned upstairs to get prepared for his yearly ritual. When he came back downstairs, he was surprised to find the Elemental female by the door, waiting for him. She was dressed in her new standard outfit. While she was still wearing her green tub top and blue mini skirt, she was now wearing a pink sleeveless jacket, black ankle socks and red platform sandals, along with several pieces of wrist chains and bracelets. She was holding the three bouquets of flowers.
She said, “Before you say anything, I’m coming along. You don’t have to face this alone. I’ll always be by your side, always, so don’t forget that. I want to you realize that, as your friend, I can always be called upon. So don’t argue, because I’m coming with you no matter what.”
He gained a surprised expression, eyes wide, but then it melted into a warm smile.
He replied, “Thank you, Tempest. We better get going.”
She smiled as they walked outside, placed the three bouquets of flowers in the back seat, and drove off into town. When they arrived at the cemetery, Django was in for yet another surprise. When they got out, they were greeted by Cody, Jack, Leo, and Fiona, all waiting for the duo.
“Guys? What are you doing here?” the inventor asked, puzzled.
Leo stated, “The same reason you’re here: to pay our respects to a great family.”
Cody added, “Yeah, buddy, we’re here for ya. We know you’d do the same fer us, so it’s our turn to do it fer you.”
Fiona nodded, “It’s obvious how much your family meant to you. So we wanted to come along to reassure you that you’re no longer alone.”
Jack said, “We hope you don’t mind. After what we’ve heard about Astral and Elna, we wanted to be by your side to pay respects to some great people. They obviously mean so much to you, so we wanted to be part of it, to show them and you that everything will be fine.”
Tempest smiled, “I hope you don’t mind, Django, but we set this up for you. You have to remember that you no longer have to face this alone. We’re together as one, so whatever affects you will affect us. So we’re here for you.”
Django’s eyes widened, then he lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes. A single tear leaked out of his eyes, but he gained a smile.
He replied, “Thank you… for everything. I really appreciate this.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, smiling. After a moment, Django took out two of the bouquets of flowers and guided the gang into the cemetery. It was a quiet day. It wasn’t long before they reached two gravestones. Both were tall and handsome, but weathered and worn from the hands of time, each with an angel on top. One read “Astral Spirit” while the other read “Elna Spirit”.
Django slowly approached the graves, placing one collection of flowers on each. He went on one knee and gave a small, silent prayer. Everyone else, much to his surprise, knelt down next to him and each gave a silent prayer of their own. Another tear leaked out of his eye in response, a sad smile forming on his face. After a few moments, they all got up from their positions and started to leave. Django took one last look at the graves before they departed. Once they were past the cemetery gate, he turned to his gang.
“I have one more stop to make. If you’re willing to go, I’ll show you the way.”
Cody smiled, “Of course we’ll come along, D-Man. You don’t have to face any of this alone. If one of us was in yer situation, we know you’d do the same. So just lead the way, buddy.”
Django nodded and they all piled into their two cars. Django’s took the lead, with Cody’s just behind it. They drove toward the southern part of the city, then out into a small suburb. After a little drive, Django pulled over, Cody doing the same behind him. They had stopped in an older part of the area, full of old houses, but many of which were still occupied. The two cars had parked in front of the ruins of a fairly large home.
It was just slightly smaller than Django’s current home, built of stone, steel, and brick, with a large front yard surrounded by a metal fence, two brick columns in front, and what appeared to be the remains of a two-car garage. One of the columns was mostly destroyed, leaving only a bit of the base, while the other was still standing strong. A plaque was on the remaining column, made of bronze, with the word “Spirit” engraved on it, and on top was a strange upside-down triangle symbol, also made of bronze. The parts of the house that was still standing was covered in moss, mold, and decaying, yet somehow still seemed sturdy. As the gang got out, they observed the ruins of the once mighty home.
Fiona asked, “Is this… your original home, Django?”
He nodded, “Yes. This is where my parents and I lived our happy lives… along with where Lucifer committed his crime against my family. Every year on this day I come back to this place. I don’t know why, to be honest, but it seems like something is drawing me here every year. Even though I’d rather not be here, as it brings back too many painful memories, well, here I stand.”
Leo then noticed something. He saw a sign on part of the rusty fence. He quickly read it, his eyes widening.
“Hey, this house has been scheduled for demolition. And judging by the date on this sign… this order is over ten years old.”
Jack asked, “If those orders are over ten years old, then why is the house still standing? Or what’s left of it, anyway.”
Django replied, “Yes, this house has been scheduled for demolition for a long time, but something has been keeping crews from tearing it down. They say some sort of entity roams the house, protecting it, preventing its destruction. Every piece of equipment that tries to touch the house suddenly malfunctions and shuts down. Even when they’ve tried to demolish it by hand, such as with sledge hammers, something causes that equipment to disappear into thin air. Some residences in the area say they can see a glowing light roam the hallowed halls. Because of that, no construction crew has come back.”
Cody looked frightened, “Ya mean there’s a GHOST in that house!?”
Tempest quirked an eyebrow, “A ghost? I highly doubt it. While I’m not a skeptic, even with all this Psykinox stuff, I don’t think any ghosts wander this house. And I bet you don’t either, Django. Right?”
The inventor replied, “I’m not so sure about that, Tempest.”
Now she looked frightened, “Y-You mean you think there really IS a ghost in there!?”
“I didn’t say ghost, per se, Tempest. Every time I come here, I do sense another presence. I don’t know what kind of presence it is, exactly, but I don’t think it’s threatening. But obviously something is keeping the demolition crews from destroying this house, so I doubt it’s just a rumor. I don’t know exactly what it is, but something is protecting my former home’s remains. Protecting it for what reason, however, is another mystery. But time for that later.” He opened the back seat door, taking out the last bouquet, “This is the last piece of my ritual for the day. Just give me a moment, please.”
He walked up to the front porch of the ruined home. He gingerly walked up the two wooden steps, stopped just shy of the door, and placed the last bouquet on the doorstep. He gave one last silent prayer, turned around, and slowly walked back. He took one last glance at the home, something bugging him.
“Strange…” he thought, “It feels like something inside there is calling me. I don’t know what, but I can sense something within these hallowed halls. Maybe there is some entity protecting something in there. But what?”
He shook his head, turned back to the others, and returned to them.
He sighed, but smiled, “Thank you for doing this, guys. It really means a lot to me. It’s nice to know I have such great support. I hope this wasn’t too much of a gloomy day for you, but I really appreciate you guys coming along.”
Jack smiled, “We’re your friends, pal. You have to remember that you’re not alone anymore. We’re here for you, man.”
Cody nodded, “You got that right, Jack. Friends stick together to the end. We’re all in this fight, and until Lucifer is history, we’ll stand by ya to the bitter end. But we know it won’t be bitter, as we’re the A-Team, so Lucifer is as good as a goner.”
Leo added, “Yeah, you said it! Whatever affects one of us, affects all of us, so we’re here for you. The Legendary Number Hunters are forever a team. No matter what, we’ll always be there for one another.”
Fiona nodded, “Too true, big bro, too true. As long as we have each other, then nothing will stop us from bringing peace and harmony to our world. That’s what friends do, after all.”
Django’s eyes started to glimmer, “Thank you, all of you, for everything you’ve done for me. My existence is no longer dark, as you guys are the light. That same light will banish the evil of Lucifer forever. But thank you.”
He held out his hand. Each member of the group placed one hand over it, all smiling. They threw their hands up in the air triumphantly.
“Now, as thanks, how about we get something really good to eat. My treat. Sound good?”
Cody and Jack said in unison, “Food is always good, man! Let’s go!”
Smiling, the gang left the ruins of the Spirit household, heading back into the main part of the city. Little did they know that a rainbow-colored orb of light floated out of the front door. It seemed to look around, floated down to the flowers, picked them up, and carried them back into the house.
That evening, Django was on his balcony, looking up at the stars. They seemed extra bright tonight, just as high as his spirits.
He said silently, “Tempest, Cody, Jack, Leo, and Fiona… the best friends a guy like me could ever get. I don’t know why fate united us, but I’m grateful for it. They’re right; I’m not alone anymore. They are like my new family now. They may have their quirks, but I know I can always count on them. Watch out, Lucifer, because your days are numbered. You may have killed the original Spirit family, but let’s see you do the same to THIS family. We’ve wised up to your tricks, so don’t think your underhanded, cowardly tactics will take us by surprise. So watch your back, Lucifer, because we’ll break it.”
Next Chapter: Customize
I will admit, it's a short, somewhat slow and emotional chapter. I admit, it was kinda hard to write this without myself tearing up. But it reveals more of Django's personality and backstory. The next chapter will be somewhat the same, but at least on a more cheerful note. So until then, guys!
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I have just finished reading chapter 19 of the first season. Man I am so much far behind :/
