Three is the MAGYK Number

Edge

Lightning illuminated the gloomy, gloomy sky. The sky was so gloomy, it was killing me. It was as if the sky could just drop, and blanket me into a dark, meaningless state. However, with everything people are saying, it could happen, if those crazy, nonhuman humans try to push the Earth to the Sun again. It's funny how I have the authority to call people crazy.

When the lightning came, it jolted me from my daze and I welcomed the light that brought vigorous joy to the dark night. I smiled at the sky and begged for more. And I got more. And more. It was a symbol. I had the urge to throw back my head and howl with laughter. After three years, the Earth had finally found it's greatest embarrassment. My granddad had told me about lightning warnings. They were virtual lightning and the shape of the lightning was the name of a threat. A criminal. The lightning was shaped Edge. I grabbed my backpack and headed back into my cave.

It was funny. They hadn't actually found out it was me. I had finished one of my small heists, just a bank robbery and I had painted with a neon paint, EDGE WAS HERE!

I arrived at my cave and I gave the knock.

"Hey boss!" A slender but short boy jogged over to me.

"Hey Star. How's it going?" I said ruffling his hair.

"I'm fine. Kinda bored though. I just played with that new mLoGo. It wasn't a really good design, I took it apart and replaced the the mLoGo's armor with the aLoGo's armor and then I dropped it down the stairs and IT DIDN'T BREAK! HA I'M A GENIUS JUST LIKE YOU BOSS!" He exclaimed, then dropped onto the floor panting. Then, as fast as he dropped down, he popped up and said, "Hey boss, I could show it to you-"

"How about this Star. You want to work on a project with me?"

"B-b-boss. Y-Yeah i would."

"Get me the mLogo aLogo hybrid."

Star scrambled down stairs and I sat down on our couch and watched the news. It was the same things with everyone blowing things up and halfway through the news, the camera man gets shot and things like that. Then, something caught my attention. It was a small, puny boy. He had extremely thick glasses and was... not someone you would call cool. He was talking. And he was good at it. People had guns pointed at him but he didn't waiver one bit. Until he said the word.

"Everyone. Listen. Please. I am from a place called California. That is the rumor of the dreamland that everyone is talking about. It is the only place in this world that is torn with this nonsense. I can stop this war. The carnage and everything that comes with war. All you need. Is. Government.

Bang

The boy slumped and fell on his knees. He lifted his head. There was a glowing, murderous purple glow in his eyes.

"No."