A/N: Jello! My loyal followers (if any). This WAS going to be the new edition to the 'library of stories' but it was so good, and I have a plot for it soooo...yeah. Any ways, This story will be the kick off of the summer of '12. Maybe I'll finish it by the end of summer? Fair warning: this story will switch perspectives every chapter (usually, may have some exceptions). Enjoy:

"Someone has got to be the bland comedy relief for this group," Shane argued, after multiple complaints from his colleagues, Bo (the muscle) and Boyle (the brains). Bo was just a guy they picked up for the job, he was tall and stocky. Like, super buff. That's really the only reason he was here. Shane and Boyle wouldn't stand for much in a physical confrontation. Any way, Bo's head was neatly shaven, his head polished and gleaming. He had dark eyes. The pupil almost indistinguishable from the actual iris. He lumbered around, not quietly some might add, bumping into things causing them to drop to the floor with a large metal clatter when they impacted the metal grated floor. Boyle, on the other hand, was short and composed. His eyes were a quiet blue, contrasting the dark suit he was wearing. A suit? Really? Shane thought. That kind of out-fit didn't really seem to fit a covert secret mission, like the one they were on right now. Not that Shane was dressed any more appropriately. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt. His shins were hidden inside the black boots that he adorned. Bo hit an antic pot and it fell to the floor, shattering. Shane winced. He was sure anyone near would've heard that. But no one came. Boyle's first name was Robert. Robert Boyle was the famous father of modern chemistry. He 'died' in 1691. Even though it was currently 2011.

They were walking through a narrow dimly lit hallway with a metal floor. Peculiar choice, Shane thought. On one side was a wall lined with shelves filled with ancient pots and artifacts. Perfect for Bo to break. On the other, almost nothing. It was just a blank canvas of concrete, save for the occasional painting. The trio's shoes clanged of the metal. Except for Boyle's. The sound of his shoes was just a tiny tip-tap.

"I suppose your right. I mean, where would we be without you?" Boyle said. Shane could never tell if he was being sarcastic. He guessed so. "On the contrary, if you hadn't cracked that joke in front Ba Xian, we wouldn't be here right now, would we? So without you, we wouldn't be here, which is ideal." Shane frowned. The Chemist was relentless. He would continue to shower Shane with insults (witty ones) for the next half hour or so, if the past was any indication. Which is was, in this case.

"Hey, you chose to be immortal. That's not my problem. And now you're stuck with me, so get used to it," Shane retorted. Boyle sighed.

"Worst decision of my life…" He said. Somehow, Shane got out of it. He knew he wouldn't be attacked anymore. He noted that. Next time he got in a similar situation, he would just bring that up. After ten minutes or so of silence, the hallway opened up into a dark room. The metal floor extended out into a bridge, like one might find over a stage. The bottom of the floor was not visible. I was just a void of black. The ceiling was skewed with dangling wires and old pipes encrusted with orange rust. The bridge extended across to the center of the room and then split into a four way intersection. Boyle and Shane stopped, and Bo bumped into them, pushed them out of the way, and continued across the bridge.

"I'm not sure that is the best…" Shane began, but was interrupted by the screech of metal to their left. The three turned in that direction. Where the left section of the metal bridge was (that is, the left turn in the intersection) there was a doorway. Emerging from the dark archway was a lumbering beast. Its body of a lion, its head of a ram. It was a criosphinx. Bo's eyes widened, meanwhile Boyle and Shane groaned. "I HATE these things," Shane stated before hurrying out on the bridge to join Bo, closely followed by Boyle.

"What… is that?" Bo said, voice trembling.

"That…" Boyle said, gesturing to the creature slowly approaching, "… is a problem."

"I told you we'd be handling exotic animals…" Shane added.

••••

"You are soooo weird," Sadie said into her cell phone.

"What? What did I do?" Her overly peppy friend Marissa replied. Sadie was about to tell her why (which was because, in Sadie's opinion, she wore(?) too much pink, was super picky about food, and because she had once again used overly complicated words like unorthodox, antidistablishtarinism, and histrionics) when a powerful gust of wind pushed her over. She fell back, her arms flailing up, her blonde hair flying about her head, and flinging her phone against the dirt and grass of the field she was in. The case broke open and the battery flew out and skidded across the floor. Her head smacked the floor and she let small yell. After the wind died down. Sadie sat up. The back of her head throbbed where she hit it. She stood up and grabbed her phone and putting it back together. She pushed the power button. Nothing happened. "Oh no, my phone," Sadie groaned. A slight breeze brushed by, pushing up her now frizzy hair. She hadn't even given a thought to the unusually powerful gust. She was too distracted by her phone disaster. Just as she was getting frustrated trying to get her phone to work, she saw her fifteen year old brother round the top of the grassy hill she was standing in front of. He was sprinting. She could see the tall grass rippling in the wind; it seemed to be following him, the wind, that is. Sadie squinted as she looked at him; the sun was setting behind the hill. She couldn't really make out the expression on his face, but it looked like fear to her. In a couple of seconds (or maybe a minute) he would reach her, and she would know what his deal was, so she didn't put too much thought into it, and returned to fiddling with her damaged cell phone. A few seconds later, she had the wind knocked out of her. She grunted as she was tackled to the ground. "Scott! What's the big idea!" she yelled trying to free herself from her brother's grasp. Suddenly, another massive gust of wind hit. It dragged the two children across the field, nearly lifting them off the ground. Sadie screamed and Scott scrambled for purchase with his hands on a dirt patch. The ground came apart in his hands the duo continued rolling across the grassy plain. In between smashing his face into the dirt and staring at the sky, Scott saw that a residential street was coming up. They were heading straight towards a parked car. They had to stop before then or else… The wind picked up. Oh no! Scott was screaming in his mind. Their speed increased as they neared the car. Scott gave up hope for stopping, wrapped his arms tighter around his sister, and braced for impact. Moments later, and Scott's back smashed into the metal door of the car. Scott yelped in pain. The two crunched the door and left a body sized dent in the side of the car. The unnatural wind died abruptly and dropped the two crashing into the concrete sidewalk adjacent to the car. Through Sadie's uneven and heavy breaths and the ringing in his ears, Scott could hear the car alarm going off. Scott's vision was hazy and he seemed to be dipping in and out of consciousness, but he thought he could hear distant rotors of a helicopter and thought he could see a faint black dot on the horizon. Curious

Curious isn't it? Fun fact Robert Boyle and Ba Xian are real things\people. Look 'em up! Like it? LOVE IT? (hate it? however unlikely...) either way REVEIW! All forms of reviews are accepted, but no all are appreciated. By the way, I forgive, but I never forget (refence to those of you who understand).