Goldaimond looked around the forested area he was in. The ground was a crystalline surface, with structures that jauntly spiral in all directions. The trees themselves were simply wooden versions of Ralph Nader waving a sparkler around and singing the theme song to every infomercial he could think of.

"That's... Just not right..." He thought to himself as there was a thundering crash and a shower of grass like blood.

"That's... Even worse." He thought to himself as the next of the Six Strands slammed her tiny fists into a nearby mushroom, causing it to crash to the ground, all five ounces of it making as much noise as a cottonball landing on a moving truck.

"So... Who are you? I mean to say, what should I call you?" Goldaimond asked calmly as the tiny Strands seemed more like a pixie than anything else.

"I AM MIGHTY!" She shouted voraciously.

"You... Are tiny." Goldiamond muttered under his breath as he flexed his new shiny muscles.

"Heh, so you're the one that defeated Diamond? I'm not surprised, that idiot was always letting himself be caught off gaurd. You won't be as lucky with me though. My main body is spread out all over the place! I'm know as the Stellar Strands!"

"That's not so... I know you, don't I?" Goldaimond yawned with little to no energy, leaning against one of the many crystalline structures as he did so.

"We were placed on a two person team together in the final days of our first year of growth. You were known as Goldy back then." The Stellar Strands began sadly. "I don't want to fight you." She said calmly as her mind focused, ready to unleash any number of moves.

Goldaimond closed his eyes as well, smiling as a diamond and gold flecked cowboy hat formed on his head.

"None of us do. But, what can we do right? To fight each other once the Highlander Event has begun is literally in our D.N.A. We are gentically compelled to go at eachother's throats, because in the end, it's just our purpose."

The Stellar Strands readied herself as star powered circuitry inked itself over her body, neck, and head.

"So... I'm assuming that you have the control over stars, technology, and performers?" Goldiamond asked.

"Watch and learned Mineral Boy. Watch and learn! Puru?am?nu??ra n?ma Clooney phi?aph??a b?m?!" She shouted as the circuitry snaked out and slammed into the gorund, growing into a copy of George Clooney accepting his award for being a smug bastard.

"I'd like to thank the Academy for..." He stopped midsentence and turned with lightning reflexes towards Goldaimond. "KICKING HIS ****!" The actor screamed as he ran wildly at the strands who simply stood there.

"Wow. That's... Not impressive at all. Lemme try! Todesfälle Greifen Hurrikan Feuer Bombe!"

The Stellar Strands were caught off gaurd as a diamond encrusted Skeletal Angel wrapped in black fire chains rose from a fissure in the ground. It's empty eye sockets were ice cold, but instantly exploded to life as fire from the hearts of a billion of the hottest stars streamed into its agape mouth. George Clooney continued running at Goldiamond, who simply pointed a finger and smiled while the Skeletal Angel roared and slung its long arms around the the actor, cackling as it did. The actor screamed as the glowing circuitry sprang to life and exploded outwards, trapping the Skeletal Angel where it floated, the cackling never stopping.

"Go on boy... Explode." Goldiamond snickered, lowering the hat just above his eyes.

The Stellar Strands zipping through both undead angel and actor alike, ramming her tiny fist into his ankle.

"Nope." He smiled as the actors screams of rage turned into that of agony.

"George, you know what to do!" The Stellar Strands commanded, the summon grinning wildly and snapping the angel's neck like a twig before the angel exploded like a wild time bomb.

"That was... Entertaining." Goldiamond mentioned coldly.

"That was nothing. Ch???pathasa?kr?nta gh?r?ab?ta!" The Stellar Strands whispered as her oppenent was transported into the eye of a five billion mile wide and tall merging of fourty Galaxies, the stars slamming him into a growing gravity well. Goldiamond simply shrugged as the intense pressures started to crumple him into a singularity.

"HA! Now I've got you!"

The Galaxies finished merging, in the process creating a ultra massive black hole, imploding and exploding five times before releasing the energies in a single stream of black fire.

"You aren't so tough!" The Stellar Strands scoffed as she turned to walk away.

"I'm not dead... Yet." She heard Goldiamond's voice state plainly. "That was quite the stretch I was looking for. Anyways, is there anything else you want to try?" He laughed lazily. 'Dang, maybe I got his laid back ways as well?' He thought to himself.

The stellar strands snapped her fingers and a single basketball sized sun appeared. "This will fix you!"

"You sure about that?" Goldiamond yawned. "Todesfälle Greifen Holzhacker!" He said curtly. Another skeletal angel rose up, this one draped in a large Death Shroud that had golden designs sown into it. The magnetic pull from the tiny sun pulled the shroud off the angel, whose eyes had a dark grey smoke waterfalling from the sockets and open mouth. "This is a personafication of Death. The thing that meets all at the end of their life. Apparently, he is now my style of fighting, or element. Ironic given my... History."

The Stellar Strands only huffed as the shroud smacked her in the face, stuffing itself down her throat and choking the life out of her. The body fell to the ground, its limbs shaking as the final rattles of life ran its course.

"I told you, I am everywhere! N?k?atra kl?na ?il?br??i!" She called out, seemingly everywhere as once. "Did you wonder why there were crystal structures all over the place? Crystal itself can capture and transmit all light sources, in some cases, even turning the energy captured into a beam of highly condensed fire!" She cackled as the Clones become absorbed into the many structures.

This caught Goldiamond off gard as he became aware of her intention.

"Oh ****... This again." Were the only words he could muster as fire burned into his diamond muscles, the Angel of Death only floating silently, like a ever present reminder of his ultimate fate. "Won't end up at the blade of your scythe... You anerexic bastard!" He shouted as the heat built up inside of him, starting to melt the gold skeleton that somehow held him up.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW!?" She screeched at the top of her lungs.

The Stellar strands eyes lit up like Chistmas tree decorations as Goldiamond fell forward in a lifeless heap, his exposed muscles trying to reform the golden skeleton that had held them up to know avail.

"HA!" The Stellar Strands guffawed as she clapped her tiny hands excitedly, "I KNEW YOU WEREN'T AS STRONG AS YOU WERE RUMORED TO BE! WHY, without your precious Lost Wolf, you're no stronger than a boiled noodle stopping traffic!"

Goldiamond smiled as best he could when he felt a thump rumble through the strange and dream like forest. The Hyperwolf appeared instantly without effect, as the Stellar Strands stared in disbelief, "B-B-B-BUT-"

The Hyperwolf said nothing, did nothing to help or hinder Goldiamond's battle against the Strands. Though the momentary distraction was all he needed to reform his bones and get back to proper fighting levels.

"You're welcome." The Hyperwolf mentioned and disappeared to continue onward towards his own goals.

The Stellar Strands simply scratched her tiny head as Goldiamond unleashed a flurry of well timed punches, the blows slamming chunks of material off of the Stellar Strands.

"No-"

A punch to the face sent her into the air and impaled on a crystal spire.

"You can't!" She bellowed as a drop kick slammed her further down the spire. He silently walked up to her upside down face, closed his eyes, and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Why? Why allow yourself to go through the heart break of winning these fights? Do you even really want to see this through!?" She panicked, struggling against Goldiamonds grip, but unable to make any headway.

"W-we were meant to do this together! You and me against everyone else! The...." Her voice trailed off as her mind began to shut down, Goldiamonds emotionally distant look defiantly hiding the turmoil he was going through.

"The Highlander event... You know as well as I do the fate we all share. We can only trying to swim against the tsunami of this incredably wrong and hate filled event the Core programmed into us. Stellar, I am truly sorry we had to meet up like this...." He said faintly as the last of her energy seeped outwards.

Goldiamond softly carressed her face, his fingers tracing her cheek, lips and chin as she started to tremble violently.

"Shh... It'll all be over soon." was the only thing he truly wished to say.

Sasha noted to herself that even though the battles was fierce and emotionally turbulent, the Strands truly and deeply cared for each other. Goldiamond watched as the Stellar Strands remaining clones began to fall dead, melt into puddles that swam towards him, and were absorbed into his being, becoming his central nervous system. The nerves themselves branched outwards spiraling out and inwards, reaching their destinations and settled. Goldiamond felt the cool night air brush against his exposed muscles for the first time in his entire being. He liked the feeling it presented him. Silently, he turned to Sasha and nodded, it was time for them to continue their journey.

Far, far ahead of them, the Hyperwolf bolted forward through increasingly strange and wonderful landscapes. The world he had come to know and love was changed for the worse.

Gone were the simple days of hanging out in the student council office.

Gone were the conversations with Sarah.

The awkward glances at Kim.

The long walks home.

The simple dreams he had.

They were gone.

Much like most of everything else he knew at one point or another. The Hyperwolf stopped suddenly, the shockwaves finally catching up to him after five minutes.

"I found you... At last. You know, it's awful hard to keep up with the many places you've visited since your change. You do remember me right?" A female voice said behind him. The Hyperwolf said nothing as the final changes to his semisolid form finished.

"Love the new look, it's dark, mysterious, dangerous, lethal, venomous, and suductive. Sarah would be proud."

He turned to her, his eyes no longer human in many respects. Solid black, bright blue iris with five fiery red tomos arranged in a spiral fashion. A motorcycle helmet crystalized over his head with a single dark orange lightning bolt down one side.

"I have to say this Morgan, but you have been at this for longer then you care to remember." The voice siad again.

"Kim." Was the word that was uttered from beneath the covering.

"That's right!" She said menacingly. "You know, the other day, I was watching the Puppet King do battle with some polotically correct slugs, and the strangest thing happened. A woman in a yellow dress appeared out of thin air! Now... We both know what that means don't we? A dangerous change is happening, small armies are becoming big ones, and there are many of those armies who would love to have your head on a spike for the hell you've unleashed!" She yelled at him angrilly.

The Hyperwolf saying nothing in response as his attention was drawn elsewhere.

They were on top of a mountain, the base of which led right into a dark red and midnight black vortex of energies. Beyond the vortex was infinite space, filled with stars, galaxies, planets, and universes that seemed to be drawn to the Hyperwolfs position.

"Oh go on then, do your business, but try not to fall in too deep with this new personality you've got going for you." He only nodded at her request, turned, and began walking away. The Hyperwolf stopped suddenly, turned back around, and bolted straight towards Kim, he grabbed a hold of her and pulled her out of the way just as a large boulder slammed down on the ground. It shattered a little at the base, and a shelf popped out. On that shelf was a record player.

Crappy music started playing from it, but the message along with the music wasn't to be taken lightly.

"Oh Wolfy, Wolfy, Wolfy. It seems you've lived yet again. Just know that both sides, Existence and Nonexistence are after you! Don't trust anyone, or you'll die in a focused hail of these bad boys!" The message ended with a high pitched cackling that broke the boulder down even more. The Hyperwolf turned towards Kim and regarded her for a moment, then turned away yet again.

"I'll be following you closely, and to prove I meant what I said, I'll follow you on Twitter." The Hyperwolf was confused at this, but quickly shook it off and bolted forward to his next destination, leaving Kim standing next to the boulder.

The next track playing. "He's going to go full tilt, aint he?" The voice rumbled. Kim shook her head silently, gave the boulder a tap, and quietly followed his trail.

Blake's lightcycle stopped suddenly, nearly launching the blond man off and into the path of Daniel.

"What's wrong?" He asked out of concern.

Blake readjusted himself into the seat and looked at the display that Holoahl had put infront of him. "Seems like Morg's found his next destination. It's only about fourty miles due north of here. So we should probably head there now to avoid any traffic."

Bobby slowed down at Blakes side, gave a quick look around the ruined highway, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Dude, there's no traffic for a least two thousand miles in any direction, plus, these things can **** fly! So why are we concerned about-" Bobbys answer was given as a storm clouds of angry, diarhetic, constipated pidgeons flew over their current location. Blake simply pointed upwards, gave Bobby a knowing stare, and flipped off hovercycle mode.

"Cause we REALLY don't want to get caught in THAT." Skylar mentioned. "Holoahl, can you find us any shelter that can hold up against the literal **** storm we'd come under otherwise?"

The Holo was silently, and then an evil laugh ruptured through the speakers in their helmets.

"NO!" Blake yelled as he thought the worst had happened. It wasn't until concert music was heard that everyone calmed down. "Well duh. There's an old abandoned library just two miles in the same direction Morgans next destination is. Although to be fair, he is one FAST **** at this point. If we stop there and wait for the storm to pass, he could be hundreds of miles away at this point. "

"Um...HELLO!? We have Dream Dimension tech at our finger tips! We could just port our asses to his location in no time flat! Why the hell are we even worried about travel times anyways!?" Bobby scoffed.

Holoahl's form appeared before the four men. "Well, if memory serves correctly- Asshat- Because of the recent damage to the barriers, if we tried porting to him, our individual locations would be kinda screwed over." The hologram finished as he disappeared.

"Well... Can't we at least upgrade our lightcycles to a universally aknowleged -"

There was a sudden cooing as the pidgeons frightfully interrupted their intense discussion.

"BOMBENWAGEN!" It shouted furiously as it squeezed as hard as it could. "DAMN YOU JENNY-" It couldn't finish as the energy it had built up ruptured outwards and exploded. It's tiny messenger cap falling like a marble in a fishtank to the ground.

"**** this. Lets get to the library as fast as we can!" Blake shouted in righteous fury.

"AGREED!" Bobby exlaimed.

"DAMN IT! STOP AGREEING AND GET THE **** ON WITH IT!" A Vietnam veteran yelled from his wheelchair.

"WHO THE **** ARE YOU!?" Daniel yelled back, just as angry.

"TOM **** JONES! NOW GET YER ASSES OUTA HERE WHILE I DEAL WITH THESE STATUE CRAPPERS!" Tom roared as he pulled out a quadruple Hurricane class mingun out from his pocket and smiled in glee. "COME GET SOME YOU FEATHERED, STATUE OF LIBERTY RUINING, SPORTS CAR CRAPPING, OMELET LAYING SONS OF BI-" Tom, in a blind flurry of exploding pidgeons, died uselessly as his wheelchair was launched into the air, sending the remains of the veteran along with it.

"That... was **** funny." Blake said with a stone face.

"Come on, let's get to the library before any MORE strange **** starts happening. AVENGERS-" Bobby was interrupted by a funny little man.

"GO AWAY! WE DON'T WANT ANY!" A film critic said before he too was bombarded by exploding pidgeons.

"HA! That guy DIDN'T have a wheel- Nope, there it is now." Daniel said with some concerted effort not the wet his pants with laughter.

Stephen Colbert looked at his watch. His show was starting any minute, and they had just announced the winner of the "Holy **** that's awesome" Contest. Ever since he submitted video of him doing a monologue while leaping from a long line of lit sticks of dynamite, there had been so many questions.

The anchorman took out his Gun of Truthiness, and looked around nervously. He had taken out Rachel a couple of years back, but ever since the barriers that seperated the Dimensions and Existences was torn down, there had been tiny rat like Brenchal clones nesting in the walls of the studio. At one point, he found a nest of them, nawing away at one of his Peabody awards, he had nightmares for weeks after that.

Sometimes he woke up in a cold sweat, staring intently at the remains of his awards that he had won. The painting of himselves staring accusingly at him, as if to ask "how could YOU let this happen!?"

The theme song to his show started playing, and the stone faced gargoyls that were his audience came to life, and started cheering him on cue.

The web browser glowed in the weirdly lit cubicle, as the letters flashed across the screen. The images reflected off of the Hyperwolfs eyes like some demented advertiser trying to get his attention, only to fail. The Hyperwolf said nothing as he furiously typed away at the keyboard, looking for something to bide his time with.

He searched up midgets.

Stilts.

Squirrels on tiny ladders.

And horse hooves.

He didn't know why it was important that he searched up horse hooves, but there it was anyways. The midgets and squirrels he could understand without a shadow of a doubt, but horse hooves seemed a little off to him.

"Um excuse me?" The tiny voice asked coldly as the mostrous and horrifyingly loud air conditioner started up. The Hyperwolf looked up, stretching his back out to its full length as he did so. "You're typing too loud, its distracting me from Oprah. She's a very powerful woman in the world you know."

The Hyperwolf shrugged as he went back to his midgets, squirrels and horse hooves for a minutes more before the tiny person interrupted him again.

"AHEM!" He blurted out, this time, waving his hands frantically. "YOU ARE INTERRUPTING MY OPRAH TIME! SHE IS A VERY, VERY POWERFUL WOMAN! KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE WRITING ALREADY! YOU TYPING IS WAY THE **** TOO **** LOUD! YOU HAVE NO CONSIDERATION FOR OTHER PEOPLES-"