The Lucky Thirteen

I can't believe i'm here, I can't believe that i'm about to do this. My confessions in a dark, dank room, far away from my headquarters so my friends can't catch me..Ha, friends. I can't remember the last time we had a "good" conversation that didn't include the words, "Work" "Mind-Control" or "I-Hate-You".

ha ha ha, remembering the good 'ol days makes a guy as cold me tear. Just starting out as a fresh company, that supposedly sold paper to other companies. We were the best thing that happened to the people that we came into contact with. Well, 11 of them to be exact. My name is Seph Armanies, and i started Lucky Incorporated with my best friend, Faye Foranim. *sigh* Faye, I wonder how long it's been since I last said your real name. Faye is indeed a guy, with what seems to be a girls name. I use to joke about it all the time, but I stopped, when I found out what he can do.

You see, me and my other "Friends" have different ... strengths, if you want to call it that, I call it a curse. We only call eachother by our titles now-a-days. I'm Dark Simion, decendant of my great grandfather, Leminx Armanies, apparently, he was a bad man. I adopted his power that I still to this day do not know the name of, i think it was, eh, Dark Matter. Whatever, it's a sort of Anti-matter-like gas that destroys anything that gets in it's path permanently.

Enough about me, back to Faye. He was a rather tall friend. He had dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Oh, and his title was Doppleganger. His power is what attracted me the most to be his friend, he was able to stretch any part of his body as far as he wanted, AND he could also duplicate himself thousands of times over. Bery strong indeed. We thought we were unique, until we met the other eleven, that is.

His name was John Gold, he was an amazing character, his favorite color was hazel, and so he wore it. His title was Pointdexter, he didn't nessessarily have a power, he was a mathmatical, technical genius. As a defence, he had 20 or so, inch thick, razor tipped tentacles that protruded out from the under the brown trench coat that he wore to hide most of them. He was ... nerdy in a sense. He was the sole assailant that killed relentlessly in the massacre of New Metrocal High, with those tentacles, he killed all the people that had harmed him. Me and Faye happened to think he would be a reliable person, and so, he became one of us.

The fourth in my collegues is Norma Anomalia. She was the brightest of us all, her title was Revenant. She had a power similar to mine, only that she was able to slip in and out of a shadow and end up in any other place in the world. That may not seem like a "Strong" power, but she backed it up with a few black belts in many martial arts. She is how we were able to keep our corporation thriving, stealing the money was easy. She was one of us now, and we used her well.

The fifth was another girl named olny to us by Madaam (Meant to spell it like that) and she was the killjoy, she NEVER spoke. Not even when spoken too. Her title was Doomsdayer. She had a critical mass temper, meaning she was a ticking time bomb. She was our terrorist of the group, causing mass mayhem in such times as, 9/11, and the Cuban missle crises. As well as some suicide bombers in iraq. She kept the world interesting. Although she was quite wierd.

The Sixth member was a guy. A special guy to be exact. He had almost hollow eyes, and the personality of a tree. His name was Oliver Smile, and his title was An Unfimiliar. His power was amazing, and very useful to our cause. He could creep into the mind of another person, and slowly take what he needed, making them forget, or making them go insane. We now know that Irony is pretty messed up. He could get into any mind and take personalities, but he couldn't have a personality of his own. A pity though.

The other seven members of our group, seemed to be wiped from my mind. You see, i'm not in this room because I needed some people to talk to, i'm here because i'm running away from our enemies.

All 13 of us planned to rule the world, so we sent out a brain-washing type video out to the world. This is why i'm running, running away from the many people that were able to escape our mind-control. The message went as this:

" Hello Friend. Do You think that you deserve more in life? Do you think that you should be showered with love because of the things you do? Do you believe that only a higher power can bring you what you want? Then come to us, the lucky thirteen, we'll take good care of you. Be loved, be happy, Be Controlled."

And here I am, the sole survivor of the lucky thirteen, running from apparent death in the eyes of our rival company, Gospel.

I just wanted to say goodbye to anyone lives to see this recording, i just need to say: "The Twelve Live!"