Soapwort, Velgan, Strizar, Ambra, Brychan, and Akhmad were getting ready to ambush the submarine. Then, they finally got there. Ambra teleported them in there.
"Someone's in here…" Xanthus muttered.
Suddenly, all six of them showed up in the main room. Everybody split up six ways. Akhmad followed Wayne, Ethan, Greg, and the Doge-y Gang. Akhmad knocked out Ethan with a punch, and kicked Greg down. He threw Wayne against the wall. It looked like he had won, but the Doge-y Gang started attacking him, and they won.
Brychan ran after Jerry, Zafar, and Anton. He effortlessly defeated Anton, but Zafar attacked him from behind. Then Jerry kicked him backwards, and they won.
Ambra attacked Eun-Seoung, but was punched back by Bethany. Then Austin attacked her. She was defeated.
Strizar pulled out a sword and knocked Dan and Kalen down. Then he tried to attack Jackson, but failed. Scott and Desmond finished the job.
Velgan ran towards Ochard and started to fight him. "How dare you disgrace Uncle Lucifer by working with these insignificant humans?"
Ochard attacked back. "I always stayed loyal to father. I saved him when no one else could. You betrayed him!"
Xanthus tried to stop them, but couldn't. Fred pulled out a freeze ray and shot it at Velgan.
Soapwort fought Jason, and Jason was actually winning, unlike the others at first. Then Soapwort stopped fighting for no reason. Jason knocked him down. Zak walked over to Jason. Soapwort saw him.
"You're… you're the chosen one."
"Chosen for what?" Zak asked.
"Chosen to stop Perry Satuman, once and for all. I'm one of the few who actually believed it. Most of the others were executed for their beliefs."
Zak and Jason exchanged looks. Then they picked up Soapwort and dragged him to the cellblock.
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Project Dead
Paranormal"We were unstoppable... unbeatable, but yet, we were tore apart like junk mail." _____ The Paranormal Squad, founded by the Lord of Hell's very own nephew, Damien, was feared by all. But now? They've been dismantled by a couple of rebel creatures. ...
