[center][b][h1][color=crimson]Enemies[/color][/h1][/b][/center]

[color=darkgray]	The convict patted his body uncontrollably. The fire caused parts of his body to begin peeling. His blood began boiling and his skin was producing sweat. Roars and hisses were heard alternatively. Slave was acting like a maniac while the shrunken head tried his best to console the dumbfounded individual. 

	The convict suddenly had his right shoulder pushed back. It swung backwards with enough strength to have him stumble in the same direction. A huge piece of concrete had dislocated his shoulder. Today was not his day. The fat criminal saw the lizard man charging towards him. Preparing a stance, he readied himself for the charging green giant. 

	With only his left arm, Kurt was easily able to overpower the obese man. As a normal response, the convict attempted to use his other arm. It was all too much; there were so many variables that his dumb mind couldn’t keep up. Being consumed by flames and a dislocated shoulder brought enough stress to his body that he lost his grip. 

	The shrunken head dropped to the floor and rolled behind the giant feet of the convict. 
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[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

[color=cyan]	Marcus kept pushing out his flames. His forehead dripped sweat as he constantly drew out the fire. He never preferred using fire against an opponent. Burning someone alive and hearing their screams would always be haunting. The boy has seen horror movies and suspenseful thrillers; they sometimes showcased the villain of the show or even a protagonist cry out in flames. 

	Television had it way wrong. This was real-life. The screams from the convict were genuine and discomforting to hear. It was evident that he tried killing Marcus and the other two, but he couldn’t help feel wrongful for his actions. Marcus saw how the fire affected the criminal. 

	Turning his head, he could hear the titanium girl speak. She appeared to be out of stamina. Currently, she was hugging onto a street pole for balance. Marcus scoffed, “I think you should worry about yourself right now.” Marcus glanced back at the fight. His flames might have affected Kurt too; however, Marcus tried his best to aim at the corpulent thug. 

	Marcus then saw something roll behind the convict. His eyes opened wide once he came to the realization. “The shrunken head…” He gasped and dropped his hands to his side. Going into a full sprint, he dived towards the cement floor. His elbows slammed into the pavement. The boy breathed hard as he reached for the charm and grasped onto its face. 

	“I got you now, sucker.” He teased as he looked at the shrunken head in his hand. The texture was scratchy. Even up close, the charm was revolting to look at. “Any last words?” Marcus recognized the head scrunched its face to express anger. It began to unhinge its mouth like a snake. The shrunken head released a deafening wail. 

	Marcus screamed along as his ears began to bleed. He responded by trying to cover them up with his shoulders. “Damn you. Just die!” With anger, Marcus discharged fire from his palms. In a matter of seconds, the shrunken head shifted into a pile of ashes. [/color]

[center][h2][color=limegreen]Narrative [/color][/h2][/center]

[color=deepskyblue]	A thousand whispers of torture surrounded the three teenagers and the convict. They all came at once. Black smoke erupted from Marcus’ hand. It was hard to explain the supernatural events that were happening. The whispers were speaking in English, but because it was all at once it was difficult to decipher. 
 
	One second, they were speaking. Another second, complete silence. The fat convict broke into a fit. He stopped resisting Kurt and allowed the giant lizard to push him onto the floor. The flame began swallowing him as Kurt pulled his hair. Hard to understand, but it was possible that Slave might have been frustrated. The convict had a look of despair on his face.

	The criminal then stopped fidgeting. His entire body went limp and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The sound of fire and the smell of burning flesh was the only thing present. Most likely, the death wasn’t from the fire or the dislocated shoulder. Could it have been from the charm? 

	The obese criminal’s physical self began glowing a bright blue. It was a strange reaction likely to scare the teenagers. His entire body was becoming swallowed by a blue light. Afterwards, he materialized out of thin air. A couple feet away, the same reaction was happening to the body of Predator Percy. 

	Sound of speakers turned on. [i]Initializing congratulations dialogue. All convicts have been defeated. Objective complete. Good work...maggots.[/i] A victory horn salute could be heard afterward which came off as kind of sarcastic given the current mood. [/color]