the days leading up to the president's ball the troupe strengthened and practiced their skills. the sewers gave into a room the size of a small house. dark oak boards covered the floor, on the left side of the room where punching bags and dummies, on the other side was targets with guns in holsters and knives in a box on a table. in the center of the room there was a stair case which led to two rooms one for the boys one for the girls. in the rooms bunk beds lined the walls. downstairs discord was beating up a dummy from time to time frying it's face with electricity, Isaac willaims was meditating with a glow of fire bursting around him, crimson sat beside him trying to read his every thought Isaac had gotten used to this and was able to block with ease. atomic was throwing knives each one hitting on point right were he wanted it to. surge was practicing changing form animal to animal in her quarters, flint was rocking back and forth in his.
treeman was preparing for his mighty ball, all was to be perfect. he had invited all the most amazing people rich, famous, powerful. "i need everything to be perfect!" treeman yelled at his minions "no one i tell you no one must know what i did, i will be over taken by the people of new york and killed! no one must know!" treeman yelled and yelled but didn't help any. "you!" he pointed at one of his minions "go prepare for the ball!" while treeman was having problems they were nothing compared to the things that are coming
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The Tremor Troupe rough draft
ActionTHIS MIGHT BE A LITTLE MUCH FOR YOUNG READERS BUT NOT ENOUGH FOR MATURE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! after a terrible threat is defeated a new one rises will the world be able to handle it? there will be many factors to make this story enjoyable romance...
