Author's Note: Hey there all you Rainbow Cloud Believers! So, this is my first story I'll be publishing on this site. I have to warn you though; I might be slow on publishing new chapters because of my school work. If you would like to give me some ideas for the names of heroes or villains to be in my story, I would really like that! If I do use your character, I'll make sure to mention you in the author's note of the chapter your character premiers in! Now, I should probably stop rambling, so on with the story!

Edit (1/27/13): I finally got to editing the story! XD I'll be posting the new and improved chapters today so please feel free to look at them if you may! Also, I submitted two of my characters in for some stuff on fanfiction; 'Total Drama Hotel' and 'Total Drama (Super) High School' So I really hope they make it in!

Also, I'll only be able to post on weekends (hopefully) now so don't expect me to update in the middle of the week. For any newcomers, I hope you like my story!

Disclaimer: If any of the characters or situations appear to be from something else, it is by pure coincidence.

November 9, 2005

2:27 a.m. PST

Rossville, Washington

I don't know why daddy's worried about me attempting this mission, even though I'm a lot younger than most people in the society, being eight years old and all. Besides, Griffin tells me that I'm the best in the business. He also says that the people who work for daddy along with us are badass. He just turned twelve, but acts like a five year old with a potty mouth. He's the spitting image of daddy except for his eyes; his eyes come from mommy. And me, I'm Samantha. Known as The Psycho to the rest of the world. Mommy tells me I am just like she was when she was little, but she doesn't know my secret identity.

I work as an assassin for daddy's society alongside my brother, and it's a blast! Not many kids can say they have a secret identity. Well, technically I can't say that I have a secret identity, but still.

Daddy, Griffin, and I all mastered the art of sorcery, as well as many different weapons. This makes us some of the deadliest assassins in the world. Today, my mission is to annihilate the mayor of Rossville-a mission that has been attempted by countless others, but the goal never was achieved. I've been aching to have this mission assigned to me for ages. Based on the history this mission holds, I should be worrying that my turn will be another failed attempt. Yet, for some reason, this only motivates me more. Like the members of Daddy's society say: "That's what makes the game more interesting."

I was running across the rooftops, embracing the chills running up my spine, the winter winds blowing around me. My brother, following close behind, is ready to distract any party crashers. My dark wavy hair is being blown around, looking even more unruly than it normally is. My icy blue eyes pierced through the night as if they're glowing, even though I wasn't using my powers yet, and they stick out even more next to the psychotic brown and green patterns splattered over my skin. My eyes glowed a subtle shade of purple as I established a mental link with my brother.

Ready? Griffin asked me in a serious tone.

Yes sir! I responded in my best impression of a soldier that I can do. When we got to the entrance, I sensed something was off, almost as if I was being watched. Clone yourself, Griffin; we got ourselves some party crashers on our tail.

On it!

I made an opening in the ceiling and dropped down to the floor. I took one look at the mayor and smile. He's a pudgy old man with thin salt and pepper hair. How did he ever get elected? Mayor's asleep. What do you say; wake him up and play with his mind, or kill him in his sleep?

Play with his mind! Griffin replied, a sadistic cackle erupting from his mouth.

I rolled my eyes and muttered; "Twelve year olds." I looked around, trying to figure out how I should prepare to kill the man. He had a lot of precautions for situations like this, but I know how to counteract all of them.

I ran my fingers over the scar on my face I received from Daddy as the symbol of my loyalty to him. The scar is shaped like a cross on a diagonal and takes up the entirety of my face. I always run my fingers over the scar for good luck. I took out my knife and get to work; cutting telephone wires, taking out security, and moving all of his mobile forms of communication to a dark corner in the room. I held my hand out and a hammer materializes into my hand. "Time for the mayor's wake-up call," I said to myself, a vicious smile pulling at my lips. I looked at my handiwork as I toss my lucky hammer from hand to hand. Gripping my hammer with both my hands, I dropped to my knees, brought the hammer back, and began smashing the technology, screaming in a psychotic rage.

The mayor jumped out of his skin. I remain unseen by his eyes, cloaked by the darkness.

"H-hello?" He asked shakily as he tried to turn on his light, but, because of me, the room remains pitch black. I moved through the darkness to the opposite side of the room. "I-I'm going to call security," he threatened, but I knew that it's an empty threat.

I started laughing, falling to my knees and crawling to the side of the bed. I stopped laughing and stood up when his back was turned, hiding my hammer behind my back. I leaned over, my mouth right next to his ear, and whispered: "Boo."

He screamed, turning to face the one who woke him from his slumber, as I straightened up my posture. "A little girl?" He asked in disbelief. "What is this, some sort of twisted prank?"

I smiled innocently, shaking my head. "Oh no, Mr. Mayor. I could never prank anyone." I teleported to the other side of the bed and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and realized who I am.

"W-wait a minute. I've heard of you before. Aren't you The Psy-psy-…" He started, stumbling over his words, but I wouldn't let him finish.

"You don't even want to KNOW!" I screamed as I began smashing him murderously on the head with my hammer, taking a few blows to kill him, but I like to have my fun completing my assignments. I jumped up onto the bed and sat on top of him, took my hammer and tore open his chest, blood splattering all over the room, and demolish his heart. What I didn't expect was for someone to pull me off of him and push me to the ground. I smirk at who I see, giving him a sly smile and saying; "Hey there, Speed Freak. I was wondering when you'd show up."

"Hey there, Psycho. What're you doing?" He asked me in a mocking tone. I growl at him, but smile.

"Tying you up."

"What do you mean by—" He doesn't finish his question because a gag appeared over his mouth and rope started coming from nowhere and tied him up. He tried to hop away, but fell to his face. I lifted him up and placed him in a chair. The fall had caused blood to rush to his face, making his right cheek bright red. I almost felt bad for him… almost.

I looked up at the ceiling and saw an open skylight. I walked over and yelled; "Hey Junior! We got a party crasher down here, don't worry though cause I finished the job. I'll be coming up soon so—"

"Finish up here? You got it!" He yelled back as he continued to fight who I assume to be Envision, Speedster's little partner in fighting crime.

I walked over to Speedster, gripping my hammer. He had removed the gag covering his mouth and was glaring at me. He just turned nine, but he was a freaking genius! He's ten times smarter than Griffin. Heck, even Daddy!

What I did next, I don't even know… I don't know why either. I stood in front of Speed Freak, casting my looming shadow over him, and began stroking his chocolate brown hair. His hair was almost as dark as mine, but my hair was closer to the color of coffee. I found myself kneeling down in front of him as he was squirming, trying to get as far away from me as he could. "Stop squirming you little Speed Freak!" I yelled. He stopped squirming and looked down at me with his vibrant blue-green eyes, like the ocean's water, when a sudden thought popped into my head. I put my hammer down and cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "Listen, I will free you, but only if—"

"What? What do you want?" He choked out, fear emanating from his voice. He was starting to freak out, and I definitely did not want there to be any witnesses to what I was about to do.

"First, I need you to calm down." I said as calmly as I could, stroking his hair again. He started taking deep breaths, looked up at me, and gived me a nod. I nodded back and continued, "Second, you need to swear on your life that you won't tell anyone! Understand?" My eyes now glow a murderous shade of purple as I levitated my hammer near his head. He nodded, not even bothering to look me in the eyes, instead staring at my hammer, which was threatening to crack his skull…

After untying Speedster, whose face had grown an impossible shade of scarlet, I grabbed him by the arm and levitated him and myself out through the skylight. I let Speedster go and he ran over to untie Envision. Junior started picking a fight with Speedster, so I ran over and place a hand on his shoulder. "Not now, Junior. Besides, they failed and we weren't given orders to kill them." He calms down at this. As we were leaving, I heard Speedster telling Envision what happened and I tuned myself into their conversation for a little bit. Speedster didn't mention what I did.

When we arrived home, I noticed that Mommy wasn't there. "Hey Griffin, where's Mommy?" I ask while we're putting away our weapons.

"I don't know. We'll ask dad when he gets home." He responded, almost as though he knew something I didn't. But I don't question him.

When Daddy got home, he explained to us that mommy had been killed in a car crash that day on the way home from work, and that I'd never see her again. I wouldn't believe him though; I called him a liar and ran to my room crying. I'd been closer to Mommy than Daddy, but I had strived to be more like Daddy for some reason.

Griffin came into my room and told me he was sneaking me out of the house and sending me off to live with another family because he didn't think it was good for me to think the things I did were okay. I was going to stay with Mommy's friends, but under a different name: Owen Roberts.

Author's note: So that's the prologue! Please don't expect chapter one to come along too soon, but I promise I will update this story as soon as I can! The prologue is 5 pages long and just over 2200 words including the author's notes. Again, please give me any hero or villain personas you would like to see in this story! (Must be original characters!)

Some guidelines for creating a character:

-The Hero/Villain can be any age, race, gender, species, or size. (Not all people are as fit as the YJ crew!)

-They can have whatever superpower you want them to have, or they can have none.

-You must give me their full name/hero persona and a full description of their powers and personality. This includes background info. I want a good idea of who the character is so I can portray them correctly.

-I would also like a description of what they look like. If you are an artist and have an account on deviantART, please draw a picture and post a comment on my page with a link to the picture. I go by RainbowCloudArt on there too so that makes it easier to find me!

-Any other info would also be great, like family relations, who their friends are (can also be created by the person creating the character), and things like that.

-I will dedicate this story (if it ever becomes a book) to everyone who helps me with this story. From people who created characters to people who helped me with grammatical errors.

Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read this! Please let me know how I can make this better because I am still making edits to the prologue and I will probably edit the one you just read some time in the future. So please tell me if you think I should make any changes!

Bye bye Rainbow Cloud Believers!