Fallen Demon turned a lot of heads as he had entered the Cohndale Public Library. It had more people than one might of expected to be there in the early mid morning. The people of Cohndale appreciated a nice book. Well, that and the staff was fairly large for a normal town. Fallen Demon ignored the people as he grabbed a random book on a shelf, walked over to and sat down at an unattended table near a large window, and began to read the book in order to pass the time. The book was titled 'Morgan Freeman: A Biography'. Fallen Demon dropped the book in surprise, since the same actor, Morgan Freeman, had been mentioned in his dream by the singing children. He picked the book up, walked back to the shelf he had taken it from, and put it back. He then walked over to another shelf and picked another random book. He looked at the cover and it was 'London Taxis in Camera'. He quickly put it back. He found it strange that the second book he had selected was also tied to his dream, from the same bizarre song. Fallen Demon decided to randomly select another book from a shelf farther away from the first two. It was an ordinary agriculture textbook.
"Eh, well that's good enough." He said to himself.
Fallen Demon walked back over to the table by the window and opened the textbook. He then noticed a piece of folded paper that was near the middle of the book, likely a forgotten makeshift placeholder. He plucked it out and unfolded it, revealing a pencil drawing an anime-style schoolgirl holding a saxophone. He was getting weirded out. He then noticed an old gray-haired librarian approaching him. With a handgun pointed his way. Fallen Demon sprung up just as the old woman began to open fire at him. He grabbed the chair he had been sitting in and threw it at the woman, but she jumped away with surprising swiftness, avoiding it. She fired again as the shocked people in the library began to run out the entrance to safety. Fallen Demon summoned a dao, a Chinese sabre, and used it to block the projectiles going his way before charging at the mad librarian and slashing her gun into two. The old woman produced another gun from behind her back and shot at his feet, prompting him to instinctively form his wings and go into the air above her. He then kicked her in the back of the head, but only hard enough to make her slightly stumble, allowing him to land, shove her to the floor and swipe away her second gun, cutting it in two with his dao as well. The old woman held up her hands in surrender.
Then the entire library went black.
Sulphus sat down at a coffee table as his lookalike, Chen, poured them both some tea from a kettle. The two had left Chen's office and gone to a combined sitting room-kitchen area of the factory to talk in private. Outside of the room were the two young women from earlier, who Chen had explained were his bodyguards known as the Bang Sisters. Sulphus blew on his tea before taking a sip, as did Chen, who then began to explain his plot to his superpowered counterpart.
"I'll start at the beginning, Montgomery. A few months ago I ordered some of my men to track down a scientist who had gone missing in Peru. The scientist was rumored to be working on something highly coveted by a do-gooder organization known as the WillCorps. My men found that the man had actually just ran off with some chick who was half his age, leaving the prototype of his masterpiece locked up in his basement. My team managed to smuggle it out of Peru and back stateside."
"Okay...so what does that have to do with me ending up on another world?" Sulphus asked as he added some sugar to his tea.
"Well..." Chen began, "...I have no idea why our worlds are intersecting like this, but the Peruvian guy's machine is able to identify those who travel to this reality before they arrive. Who they're the doppelgänger of to be exact. The technology could be used to prevent a lot of trouble, which is why the WillCorps wanted to have it. My main guy who monitors the machine detected a whole bunch of people crossing over from your world to mine. When I saw that my double was among them...well, I figured we should meet.
"Makes sense to me!" Sulphus said.
"So...do you want to help a brother out in becoming the most powerful crime lord in America?" Chen asked.
"It'd be weird if I didn't!" Sulphus laughed.
Chen got a huge grin on his face.
"Wonderful!" Chen laughed, "The Mormon is finally going to be put in his place!"
Sulphus got a confused look.
The Gavel knew it would be a long trip from a small Texas town to a town in Minnesota. It was obvious to anyone with a map. It would take them over nineteen hours to get there by driving. The group had planned on taking the plane Black River had taken from the lunatic tricycle tycoon, but the team had found that that was now impossible just as they arrived at the open field outside of town where they had left it. Joan, Crann Bethadh, Black River, Dendrite, and Beatdown stood with their mouths agape, unable to believe the scene they had interrupted when they arrived. The plane had been torn in half by a small army regiment's worth of men dressed as steamboat workers. The group of approximately one thousand and thirty men looked up from the torn up metal at their feet and began to charge to attack the Gavel, but the team was ready to fight.
"Gavel...Attack!" Joan yelled out.
Black River created a giant whip of his water and used it knock away as many men as possible, Beatdown began to punch and kick in all directions to deflect men heading his way, Crann Bethadh caused roots to jut up from the ground and tangle up the legs of men who ran towards her, and Dendrite used telekinetic pushes to knock down all the men she could. Joan had flown up above to see everything as his happened to try to single out the leader of their opponents. There's always a leader of some kind. Joan noticed a man still back at the wreck of the plane who was speaking into an iPhone. She flew down and snatched him up into the sky. The man was about her age, with pale skin and curly brown hair. He seemed oddly unfazed by his current predicament.
"Can you stop this madness? If you can, you should...or else!" Joan ordered.
"Oolishfe omanwe!" the man said with a smug grin, "Isthe ellowfe ervesse ishe asterme oneale!"
Joan was not a fan of pig Latin. She threw the man into a pile of his knocked over compatriots and flew back down to assist her team, kicking away a few men scrambling to tackle Beatdown from behind.
"Thanks!" Beatdown yelled to Joan as he punch two men out at once.
"Joan!" Crann called out, "There are too many of them! They're recovering and regrouping almost as fast as we can throw the others off!"
Dendrite ran over to Joan.
"If I can focus for long enough, I can disable all of these creeps!" She said.
Joan nodded and threw herself over Dendrite. Beatdown also ran over and put himself over her. Black River and Crann Bethadh refocused their abilities to form a barrier around their allies. The steamboat worker men began to throw rocks from the ground at the Gavel, but it was no use. Dendrite let out a telekinetic pulse that forced them all to the ground, including the ones who had already been taken care of. Dendrite rose, looking incredulous and annoyed.
"What is it?" Black River asked her.
"These...losers..." Dendrite said annoyed, "I was able to read their minds and...ugh, I can't believe this. These people call themselves 'The Steamboat Saints' and...they travel America...looking for planes so they can destroy them for 'stealing' the people who could travel by old times steamboats."
"That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard outside of politics." Joan said.
"I'll call the WillCorps," Beatdown piped in, "so they can take care of these yahoos. And get us a new ride."
It was going to be a long, long day.
"Power...power...need more...more power...power..."
A group of teenagers looked in horror at what had appeared before them. Just a moment ago they were just in detention after school for pointless reasons. But then the classroom gained a new visitor in the form of an emancipated, bald, grayish woman in a tattered poncho-like garment with a giant red jewel attached to her chest on top of it. She looked up at them from the body of their teacher, who she had beaten to the ground before them.
The teens ran to the open window and threw themselves out the window, landing on the ground. It had been the first floor, so it wasn't nearly as perilous as staying in range of this terrifying woman. They ran like they never had before, and one of them was from the track team, so that was impressive.
"I need more power. Magic for my thirst. Power..."