Confusion

Chapter 9

From their place away from headquarters, Black Mist, Astral, and Edward felt a huge surge if energy all around them, interrupting their talking. Black Mist stood at such a fast rate that Astral and Edward jumped in surprise.

"It's them," he growled, his tense nature returning. "We have to go as far away as possible."

"Who is it?" Astral asked, getting up.

"The Light Forces. Somehow, they got super mad. We have to go."

Edward sighed and puffed on his cigarette, which he found never went out. "I don't think they'll find us here. We're safe."

Black Mist whirled on Ed and growled. "They can and they will!"

"Just calm down for a second. If they're mad, then they'll concentrate that anger on the group that made them mad; I'm sure of it." He pulled Black Mist down into his lap and held him. The Dark Number protested, of course, struggling to get out of his grip, but he eventually gave up. He was still simmering down, but he was considerably calmer.

Astral looked in the general direction of the burst of angry energy worriedly, wondering if everyone was safe there.

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All twenty-five people there covered their heads, as if the roar were a physical wave that threatened to drown them. The Light Forces were obviously angry.

"HOW DARE YOU!?" It was now clear that it was multiple voices talking because all of them spoke at different times. In the distance, they saw twelve figures. "WE ARE CREATING THE IDEAL SOCIETY!! WE ARE JUSTICE!!!"

All of the Agents plus Dark Mist covered their ears, squinting in the sudden light. Astral put up a shield to block most of the hurt.

"This isn't justice!" 17 exclaimed over the white noise. "This is instilling fear! You're even doing it to your Agents!"

"SILENCE!!!" In the near-foggy distance, all twelve figures covered their ears, as if in denial.

Dark Mist was about to go out there, but Astral held on to his wrist. "If you break contact with me, you will be out of the barrier and this dream realm."