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The Guardians of Kernsville

By Nightwing27th All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Chapter 15: Riverstone's Not That Far Away

The Crystal Girl backed up to the front of the Cougar Shipping building. As they came closer, she saw that the girl in black had two black bracelets covered in red diamonds, with a matching belt, necklace, and crown. As she got a closer look at the man, she realized she recognized him. “You’re the villain from Riverstone, aren’t you? A little far from home, don’t you think?” For a split second, she forgot she had powers.

“Shut up, and I’ll make this quick,” Bandit said, as he held up his bow.

“What do you think’s going to happen, Bandit? That I’m going to let you and your girlfriend get away with this?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He shot an arrow at her. She stood her ground as she watched the arrow shatter on her crystal skin.

“Caster…?” Bandit said, in a nervous tone of voice.

“On it.” She put her hand on her hip. “It’s not working”

“Get back to the van.” He fired two more arrows. Caster ran to the van and got in the passenger seat.

“You’re just wasting your arrows,” The Crystal Girl told him. As Bandit walked to the van, he continued to shoot arrows at her. Then, he jumped in the van and closed the door. The van took off down the road.

By the time The Crystal Girl had her gun out, they were out of range.


Proto watched from the woods, as they threw Dark Vengeance into the river. Then, a black van pulled up and the girls got in. As soon as they drove away, Proto ran as fast as he could across the field. Almost there, he slipped in the mud, and twisted his ankle.

Determined to save his owner, Proto got up and tried to walk as fast as he could. When he got to the edge, he looked in to the water. The water was brown, it was raining, and it was pitch black outside.

Then, he heard something move in the water and jumped in. A few seconds later, Proto came to the surface with a mouth full of Dark Vengeance’s cape. Proto fought the currents and the pain from his ankle, and pulled Dark Vengeance to shore.

As soon as they were on land, Proto put his head on her chest and heard her heart beat. Then, he calmed down and lay down next to her. Dark Vengeance slightly opened her eyes and saw Proto next to her. “Good boy,” she whispered, and her eyes closed again.

8:50 p.m.

Proto opened his eyes as he heard the sound of tires on gravel. A few seconds later, the sound stopped. Not knowing who it was, he stayed low to the ground. In between the rain drops, he heard footsteps. Then, he saw the light from a flashlight shining on everything, and heard someone shouting. It’s Abigail.

He raised his head and let out the loudest bark he could, and kept barking.

“Proto?” The Crystal Girl shined her light on them. “Oh, my goodness!” She ran over to them. Proto kept barking. “What happened?”

Proto grabbed the car keys out of Dark Vengeance’s belt, and gave them to The Crystal Girl. She nodded her head.

“I’ll be right back.” The Crystal Girl left and came back a few minutes later with the jeep.


Frank sat at the table waiting for Rebbeca.

“What on Earth is taking her so long?” May asked. They began to worry.

“I don’t know,” Frank said. The doorbell rang. He looked at May, got up, and answered the door. Standing in front of him, was a very wet Abigail Lancaster, with Dark Vengeance propped up on her shoulder.

“What happened?”

She didn’t reply. Abigail handed Dark Vengeance to him, and then ran back to the jeep. Frank carried Dark Vengeance upstairs and Abigail came back inside with Proto. She laid him on the couch and waited for Frank. May got a towel and wrapped it around Abigail.

She went upstairs as Frank came down. “Start from the beginning,” he told her. “What happened?”

Five Days Later…

Abigail drove into town, while she thought about the last few days. Three days ago, she turned sixteen. Wasn’t much of a celebration, she thought. No one could think about anything but finding Drake, so saying it was her birthday, was like saying it was raining. But she felt better after Rebbeca promised her they’d have a party when this was over.

She parked her car on the side of the road, and walked up to the door of a small white house. Abigail knocked, but no one answered. She pulled a key out of her pocket and stuck it in the door. She opened the door and walked inside.

Even though no one’s home, she still feels like she shouldn’t be here. “Hello?” she yelled. But no one replied. Then, she put her finger up to her ear. “Hey, Beca, are you still there?”

“Yeah,” Rebbeca replied from the other end of the phone. “Anyone home?”

“No, but you’re right.”

“Yeah, they really should redecorate.”

“John’s not here,” Abigail said, ignoring her. “Doesn’t look like anyone has been here in a while.”

“I’m not surprised. He was always going on business trips.”

“That’s nice.”

“And leaving a note for Drake to find.”

“So, I better get looking.” She started going room-by-room.

“So, how are you holding up?” Rebbeca asked.

“Oh, you know.”

“I mean, how are you dealing with this whole thing?”

“I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to deal with anything, when the only people you can talk to are your friends.”

“But that’s what friends are for. To trust, to support, to tell secrets to, and most importantly, to catch you when you fall.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t fall, someone else did,” Abigail said, with anger in her voice. She walked into Drake’s room.

“Angel is smart enough to keep him alive until we find him.”

“I found the note.”

“What does it say?”

“’Drake, something came up and I have to leave’,” Abigail read, “’I’ll be gone for two weeks, at most. I left the car and three hundred dollars in the normal spot. If you need me, I’m on my cell. Remember, Riverstone’s not that far away –Dad’.” She folded the letter and put it back. “Based on the date, he doesn’t even know Drake’s gone.”

“Good,” Rebbeca said, “then I know where we’re going.”

“What’s this ‘we’ business?”

“I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m not going to do anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. Besides, I’m still trying to fix my costume.”

“Fine.”

“Good, because we leave tonight.”


Rebbeca walked into her dad’s home office, and knocked on the door.

“Hey, Honey,” Frank said, as he looked up at her. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know that Abigail, Proto, and I are going to Riverstone for a few days.” She sneezed.

“No, not in your condition.”

“That’s what you call a sore back and a cold?”

“Don’t start.”

“I feel fine.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then, what is?”

“I don’t want you being a hero. I never did.”

“Neither did I,” she said. “But now, I can’t stop.” He looked at his computer. “Dad, no matter how much you want to, you can’t always protect me. You always told me, I could be whatever I wanted, and I’ve chosen.” Frank didn’t reply. So, Rebbeca turned around and left the room.


Abigail packed her bags as night began to fall. No one knows how long they’ll be gone, so she made reservations at a hotel in the heart of Riverstone. Rebbeca walked into Abigail’s room and saw her packing her bags. “You ready?”

“Yeah, did you put your stuff in my car?”

“Yeah, and I added something to the car.”

“What did you do?”

“Long story short…your car can now change color, like mine.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. All I do is plug it in.”

They walked downstairs and to the garage. Inside, was Abigail’s new car: a pink, 1955 Cadillac Coupe Deville. They got in her car and started driving toward Riverstone.

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