Hopeful Fanguin Publicity

Scene 1-Party Area

Rico: You OK?
Tressa had fallen down. She stood up with anger.
Tressa: I told you “NO KABOOM!” ! *points Rico and Kaitlyn*
Kaitlyn: It wasn’t our fault.
Tressa: I can’t hear anything. *after a few seconds* Okay, my hearing is back.
Nia: Look, something is burning!!!
Monique extinguished the fire. They all looked the camera which had burned.
Kowalski: This camera must have controlled by someone to explode.
“Someone who will kill you.” Tressa heard the whisper and looked around to find where it came from. “Say bye to your friends.” Emma realized Tressa.
Emma:(worried)...

“RUN!” Shouted Kowalski. But it was to late to run, by the time he started to run the dog had grabbed him and started to tear into Kowalski’s wings. “Kowalski!” screamed Private. But as soon as Private turned around he saw the other dog charging towards him. The dog tackled Private and began to scratch, tear, rip, and bite Private, throwing him around like a ragdoll. The dogs weren’t hungry, so they left their torn bodies in a corner for later. The dogs left the lair.
Hours later at HQ….
“they haven’t come back yet Rico….could they have……you know…..”said Loren slowly....

P4:Stop! Na na na! You'd better save it!
Stop, stop, stop, you'd better save it!

Private: When we played tag in grade school
You wanted to be It.
But chasing boys was just a fad
You crossed your heart you'd quit.

When we grew up you traded
Your promise for my ring
Now just like back to grade school
You're doing the same old thing!

CHORUS:
Stop! The love you save may be your own!
Darling, take it slow
Or some day you'll be all alone.
You'd better stop the love you save may be your own!
Darling, look both ways before you cross me
You're headed for the danger zone.

I'm the one who loves you!
I'm...

The stinging wind of that evening and snow flying about contrasted greatly to the horrific scene on the ground, a crumbled up body that not too long ago breathed its last, and succumbed to the unforgiving grasp of death. A stench of rusting iron filled the air. Blood cascaded into a warm puddle around the body, and in the midst of this, the frolicking of what one might have thought was a hatchling making snow angels. 

"Such warmth..." The Kid softly cooed, getting a slight chill from the wind whipping his body. 

It took not even five minutes for him to finish up again, making one careful U-shaped...