Jason, Omac, and Handles
Three Months Ago
The army raged towards the mystical man with the staff, never stopping even after he aimed his destructive blasts of light at them. Omac looked back to his shattered sword then to the satellite aimed directly at him. In one press of a button from the wizard they would find themselves blown across the known universe, or maybe it would destroy them completely. In between their impending doom was two boys floating in bubbles above them. One could have been no more then five, and the other looked like the others teenage brother. Omac looked back to his army as each member was slowly being blown to shred by the continuous beams from the staff. He looked to his other versions and shook his head for them to stop fighting. Any sudden moves and that satellite would send him and his other selves flying off in opposite directions. He couldn't even fight back.
Jason stepped forward, flipping his hockey mask up through his hair so he could look Omac directly in the eyes. "I know what we can do." He looked up to the satellite and raised his machete in the air. He refused to look back towards Omac directly, only staring at a glance. "“It’s been a lot of fun watching the world burn with you. Maybe one day we can do it again.” He reached for Piper's hand. "Of all the people who need redemption I think it is us.” They blasted off towards the satellite using Piper's power over sound. When they came into contact with it they both started to use their powers to corrode it, forcing it to explode, but containing the blast between them. Instead Jason pulled out his pen. "We always knew one of us wouldn't make it to the final battle. One of us would have to leave. Last year someone told you that one of us couldn’t make it and it doesn’t have to be you. I’m going to make sure it is." With that statement a portal opened up behind Piper forcing him to be sucked backwards.
There was a blast of light. Jason dangled from the satellite, his arms barely holding him up and his legs aimed towards the ground. His hands started to feel a sharp burn, his safely stored machete's blade started to turn a faint red. He looked back down to Omac as he waved goodbye with his eyes before the battle commenced. The second blast of light created a ball of fire which sent Jason hurdling towards the sky. He went higher and higher until he was coming close to the stars and then he broke through the glass-like domain to a white room around him. He looked around at the nothing that stood around him. There wasn't any walls or color or anything else. Just the gaping hole that Jason had emerged from. Then there was a faint whisper, followed by a large shadow that filled the white room with darkness. It looked like a face at first, then it's mouth opened and a row of sharp teeth nearly swallowed Jason whole. He leap out of the way, landing only a few inches from the thing. For once he was afraid of it, but even worse, it wasn't afraid of him.
It spoke in a familiar tone. "Where do you think you're going hero of light? You aren't even a full 8th of yourself!" It snickered, it's teeth cracking the floor with every movement. "Now you are in my domain; the world between worlds. Do not worry, I have no intention of keeping you." It paused. "Yet. One day you will be mine, Hero, but I will wait until the day I can have all of you."
"What do you want with me?"
It's smiled faded. "I want to make you a deal."
In a different corner of the universe sat a small bar. At first, there wasn't anything seemingly interesting happening. It was almost peaceful. That was immediately interrupted when I massive explosion comes from the sky, sending an unconscious boy in a hockey mask hurdling towards the concrete. As soon as he hit the pavement he awoke with a scream. His machete still hot from the explosion, forcing him to release it to the ground unless he wanted it to burn him. He sat up, looking at the bar in front of him. "Where the hell am I? This doesn't look like somewhere in the Fragmented Dimension..." He pulled out a pen with three feathers on the end of it, one blue, red, and yellow. He shook it with no effect. "Damn it isn't working." he paused. "Wait, can I curse here? I must really have been knocked around a good one' to end up somewhere like this." He stood up, looking for a sign on the bar but his eyes were still adjusting. "Where exactly is here?"