A/N: After you read this story you may think I am sick and twisted and just wrong. I hope you this and please leave a review and I will try to do the same for you.

Chapter 1: Just a Normal day for Rav and Vince

The world is a dead rock hurling through outer space, rotating around the dying sun. Most cities lay in ruin. The ones that do occupy humans are hardly suitable to sustain life. The largest and most populous city is that of Grimen. It is a ghastly city smitten with government corruption. Living conditions are much better than most cities, but they are still vile and wretched for most that dwell in it. The city is made up of tall brick buildings that look as if they have been stacked on top of each other like behemoth sized books scraping against the sad sky. The city's color of choice is black, which resembles each and everyone's clothing. Dirty, old, torn, and aged. There isn't much hope for this city, or life on Earth itself, but that little bit of hope is the duo Raven and Vincent. Raven, the younger part of the duo, about seventeen years old, has the talent of reading minds and even controlling objects with his mind. Vincent, the oldest, about twenty, has the skill of unparalleled strength and can lift up to three tons. Raven and Vincent, a duo that has sworn to protect the city of Grimen from the villainous organization T.O.M.V. which stands for Team OF Merciless Villains. Yes they could of made up a better name than that, but what they lack in creative title making they make up in sheer terror.

A gargantuan sized explosion sounded from City Hall. Screams of horror and terror traveled through the city like a wildfire. Most people didn't know what they were screaming for, but did so anyway to follow the mayor's law. This is quite a ridiculous law, so ridiculous I will set aside some space for laughter (Insert forced laughter here). The law was like many of the mayor's laws, stupid and highly unnecessary. The law was when ever a gargantuan sized explosion is heard scream as loud as you can until you pass out. As the people around either passed out from shock or screaming too long, a member of T.O.M.V. stepped out onto the main street. This villain was dastardly sneaky, but also extremely creative. When he did something treacherously evil he did it in a way that could be considered a form of art. He is known as the

"Bomber!" yelled Raven as he leaned on a mostly dead tree. Bomber looked at him through his bright purple smiling masquerade mask. The Bomber shrieked with laughter. The laugh sounded like two people, one male and one female laughing.

"Bomber this is the last time you escape, you won't get away with this bombing," yelled Vincent as he tried to talk over the screaming civilians while he leaned on the other side of the mostly dead tree. The Bomber reached in a brown dirty looking bag that seemed like it had seen too much patchwork. He pulled out an already lit bomb. It was large, round, bright blue and had a huge smile full of teeth spread across it.

"Grotesque! Your absolutely grotesque!" screamed five young looking kids all with identical outfits and smiling masquerade masks that strongly resembled The Bomber's. Bomber let out a high-pitched laugh.

"You have fans now?" said Raven looking at the kids as though he had failed them. The Bomber cocked his head to the children.

"HE HE HE HE HE" laughed Bomber laying a white gloved hand over the mouth of the smiling masquerade mask.

"Fiddle me de, fiddle me do, look what I've got for you!" he yelled as he tossed the bomb into Raven's arms. Raven quickly tossed the bomb in the air tossed his short black hair out of the way of his eyes and used a skill called telekinesis and crushed the bomb in mid-air causing it to explode. Raven brushed off his black suit jacket that was really getting worn out. There were holes found all over the jacket. He reached in his pocket and revealed a pistol and pointed it at the Bomber. The Bomber shrieked like a helpless scared woman and fell to the ground. He wore some overly high heeled bright purple stiletto boots.

"Oh no, Bomber is sleep, time for us to weep," said the child in unison rubbing the eyes of the now frowning masquerade masks simultaneously. There were five of them, three boys and two girls. They all also had overly high heeled stiletto boots. As Raven stood there pointing the gun at the Bomber wondering what he was up to, Vincent go up from the mostly dead tree and walked toward the children.

"Bomber get up, your going to jail," Raven said getting a bit closer. The Bomber laughed loudly and was shaking violently.

"Children, show this two fine young men the show we put together!" said The Bomber still laughing uncontrollably, but quickly raising from ground. The children gave a highly over exaggerated nod and stood in a straight line facing Raven. The Bomber once again laid a white gloved hand over the mouth of his smiling masquerade mask.

"HE HE HE HE HE HE," Bomber laughed cynically. The children then began to sing.

We are the Bomber Children

We blow up things for amusement

We'd use ourselves as a suicide bomb

If Bomber told us to do it

BOOM!

BOOM!

Scream till you pass out

BOOM!

BOOM!

Come on and shout!

Raven and Vincent looked at the children oddly and gave each other confused looks. Suddenly they both noticed that the Bomber had ran away toward a rusty looking pick-up truck with a extremely skinny and extremely pale woman in the driver's seat. The woman was also a member of T.O.M.V. Known as Blaring Clare at a young age she used to scream for no reason at all and her mother told her if she kept doing it her voice would either go out forever or go out for a long period of time and then once it come back it she wouldn't be able to talk to anyone because her voice would be extremely too loud. Ironically what her mother said actually came to pass. Blaring Clare's voice had went out for five years. On her sixteenth birthday when she was being forced by her mother to clean her room, Blaring Clare decided that she would just try to scream in her mother's ear while she slept. But to her surprise (and later her diabolical enjoyment) her voice came back and it was louder than ever. The scream was so loud that it tore through her mother's skull and brain like scissors through paper. Yes Blaring Clare was shocked....but she also enjoyed it and was happy that her mom was dead, she had blamed the fact that her voice went out all those years because...what do the young generation call it nowadays, I don't know, but in my day we called it jinxing. When ever jinxed you were to knock on wood, something Blaring Clare overlooked to complete. But, she could now blast through almost anything with her screaming, which she did. Oh, I'm sorry, I must get back to story, just thought you'd like a bit of background information. Raven chased after Bomber frantically. Strangely Bomber was running quite well with the overly high heeled stiletto boots. He hopped in the truck and Blaring Clare pushed her foot on the gas.

"Have a BLAST children....I know you will...HE HE HE HE..DO IT!," yelled the Bomber out of the window of the rusty pick-up truck as they rode down the main street. Blaring Clare didn't care about the civilians that had passed out from either shock or screaming too long because as she drove down the black bricked road she didn't bother to drive around them, she just rode over them crushing them underneath the tires. Anger built up in Raven. It was an anger none of us would like to feel. It was the type of anger you would get if you would have received a Britney Spears greatest hits album for Christmas, or maybe if you spent eight fifty on the movie House of the Dead only to find it is the worst movie ever made. That was the type of anger that built up in Raven. He quickly used his mind power to control objects and attempted to stop the rusty pick-up truck. He stopped it, but briefly. He had become distracted.

"We love you Vincent, we really do!" yelled the children in unison as they grabbed the legs of Vincent. Vincent tried to walk but couldn't.

"Help me Rav!" he yelled.

We are the Bomber Children

We blow up things for amusement

We'd use ourselves as a suicide bomb

If Bomber told us to do it

BOOM!

BOOM!

Scream till you pass out

BOOM!

BOOM!

Come on and shout!

"We'd use ourselves as a suicide bomb, If Bomber told us to do it?!" said Raven to himself. Then it hit him, he remembered the last thing Bomber yelled wasDO IT.

"Man, get off me you kids," yelled Vincent in a half serious and half playful tone.

"Vincent, they have bombs on them, they are suicide bombers!" Raven yelled looking down the black brick rode watching the now very distant rusty pick-up truck, "Take the bombs off them!"

Vincent looked all around the children and found no bombs.

"Are you sure?" said Vincent lifting one of the boy's purple shirt up to reveal where the bombs were. Now this may be too much for some to stomach. So if you can't stomach the death of five children, three boys and two girls, please don't continue, and I would like to thank you for reading this far.

"Oh my god, Rav, the bombs are imbedded in their skin, the only way to talk them out is to rip their skin, the wire work is all throughout their body!" said Vincent nervously, knowing that the children will probably die.

"5!" said the boy that Vincent was looking over.

"4!" said another boy who had one of Vincent's legs.

"3!"said a girl who also had one of Vincent's legs

"They are counting down, throw them Vince, we can't take the bombs out in time, they were probably surgically implanted!" yelled Raven, pulling two children off.

"2!" yelled another boy who was hurling through the air. The last one was attached to Vincent's leg. Vincent kicked the child off as hard as he could and she flipped through the air yelling the last and final number

"1!" yelled the girl.

I don't think I have to go any further with this. I think you all can picture five very young children exploding in mid-air. If you can't the only detail I can give you is tomato paste and tomato sauce...let your imagination run wild with that. The exploding let off a gargantuansized exploding sound which meant only one thing...more screaming...more passing out. I can't go any further with this story, not until I wake up from screaming until I've passed out.