The Powerless

The Note

       When you wake up again, you are in a closed confinement. The note still shoved in your pocket. You take it out. Gazing upon it.

'Dear Powerless,

As you may see, you have just got kidnapped. Your most recent dream, was actually a vision of the future that you have given yourself. Now, when you see the event starting to unfold, mutter ' Ta óneira zontanévoun.' and you should start recording what you see, it will then be sent to a past dream. Though, only I can complete these connections and you can't use the power all Willy nilly.

Best of luck,

Luna Dreamer'

You know now, that today is going to be a tough day. You look around the pitch back room. Till you are indeed thrown back. Your head hits the wall behind you, so hard that you fall unconscious again. But before you do, you mutter those words to yourself. As you recognize a voice. The voice of the angel.

You woke up once more. Seeing Cherry Blossom loom over you. "Eh, the kiddo is actually up for once." She's still as soft and as beautiful when you first saw her. Almost human, but not quite. You knew exactly what you were to reply with.

"Kiddo has a name." Well, it's not really a name. More or less a title.

"Like I care, bucko, you meddled in my business." You had no clue what her business was. You still have no clue what her business is.

"And? It was an accident. Does it look like I cared what you do? I don't. I got my own issues that are much b-"

"GOSH DARN IT, YOU BROUGHT THE FUZZ." She screams. Punching you in the arm.

"Not any ol' fuzz," you recognize the voice. A fierce warrior. A worthy battle companion. The mysterious girl who wore that fedora and trench coat. You turn your head to see it was the very same girl. "It is I, Detective Biz,"

"And you're still as stupid as ever, even after gettin' the protection of those stupid Shadow Clan ruffians." You appear to be in the middle of a turf war.

"Calm down ladies," you beg. Spreading your hands. Going all Chris Prat on them, as if they were a bunch of raptors. And the sleuth was holding a gun. Pointed at the robot. Well. At you since you were in the middle of the two. "Let's talk it out, like I don't know, actual adults."

"Does it look like I was created yesterday?" Hisses the robot.

"Her name is Cherry Blossom, commonly known as Cherry Bomb. She was created 10 years ago, on the day March 20, 3031. Her creator is-"

"Is that my wiki page that you're spouting out? Who put my actual name on it?" The bot puffs. Steam escaping from her golden vents. In well large quantities. She took a knife from an inner leg compartment. And threw it at one of the people moving crates.

You still have no clue why the crates are being moved. Doubt you ever will.

"Calm down, deep breath. Cherry, Miss Biz. Maybe we can come to an agreement."

"Agreement my ass. This Gumshoe is better off a pancake." She growls.

"We are not going-"

"I'm going to lock you up, I just think that's da bomb"

"I'll blow up your office," she hisses.

"Hey. No one is killing anyone while I'm here." You growl. Glaring at the robot. Taking a knife and throwing it at her shoulder. "That's a warning shot, next time you're loosing an eye. Now stop."

Cherry looks at the knife in her arm. "Fine, mostly because you destroyed my favorite blouse."

"Now sit. Cherry. Tell me your occupations and abilities."

"She's one of the top drug dealers here, her territory is wide. With her drug ring so big. She's also running a mafia."

"Did I say that Miss Biz tells me about it? No. I said Cherry does. Now silence and wait your turn."

"My abilities, well, easy. I can calculate anything and everything in my head. I can also be very persuasive. Along with my own robotic strength."

"Now, miss biz, I know you're a detective. But what's your first name and your ability."

"I'm Carmen Biz, and I have a brilliant photographic memory. It's unfaltering in every way."

"Now. Cherry. Do me a favor and hit me in the head. I'll explain later. " you request. Before you knew it Cherry hit your head. So very hard. You fell unconscious.

Everything went down exactly like the dream. Down to the very end.