Hunter was uncomfortable, it grimaced and observed distrustfully around. On the living room couch were Paris Healtown and Zach Mole and on an armchair, with its back to the sliding door of the yard, Eni. In front of Paris and Zach, there was a crystal nightstand with a photography of the Belts – a little Gina and her parents – and some plastic flowers. Everyone waited for Gina to step down the stairs. Mr Mitchell was working at the pizza place.

Gina got down and sat on another armchair, in front of Eni and separated by the nightstand. Gina witnessed Hunter's discomfort and deemed it funny, afterwards, she observed Randall eating or licking mochi on the nightstand. She was dying for hugging it but pulled herself together. Tobby and Billy Bear were also on there. It was the first meeting for all of these characters.

Paris was a bit disgusted for having to meet in Nettai, in the house of the simple Gina Belt. There weren't stripes anywhere and the food she offered was for havenots; her tone of prepotency was superb and seemed to be embedded in her skin. She looked at every wall thinking of how to tear them down and remodel, the aesthetic furniture she'd bring.

Zach was glad.

"Well, lass," Hunter began, "tell us what's the deal." The tone of the 'dog' sounded jaded, like it needed to go back to rest.

"As I already mentioned to everyone," Eni responded, "there's a latent peril over you..."

"And that peril," Hunter went on, propped on Gina's armchair arm, "has to do with the meteor Nettai."

"I guess it is like that."

Randall continued gulping mochi. It was a mess but at least it kept it still, like an infant. Tobby, walleyed, would only stick its tongue out and panted its name from time to time. Hunter looked, from everyone, like the one who mastered the conversation.

"I'm not ok with suppositions, lass. What are you sure of?"

Eni disliked the dog's tone and waited to reply. She had this somber aura and countenance that didn't regal her as an ally.

"Who lurks you is an old entity, more ancient than humankind."

"Have you seen it clearly, in your ... visions?" Gina asked.

"I thought you all already had," Eni denied.

"No. What we saw was a tall shadow with a horrid voice," Paris added, making faces of surfeit.

"He got horns," Zach cut.

Gina rose an eyebrow. She, who believed herself observant and was there at the very place, when that beast slammed her to the airs, hadn't noticed that. That irked her a little; over all, coming from a moloid with a terrible vision.

"He had a pair of horns under its hood."

"Who could have horns?" A nonplussed Paris questioned. Tobby panted 'Tobby.'

"It can be an akki," Hunter mumbled aloud. It left its head down as pensive.

"It is what for all of you means a demon," Billy Bear explained. Its raspy voice was heard for the first time and it caused expectation.

Billy Bear, who was sitting on the nightstand, sat up and took a bow to everyone.

"Good evening to all of you. My name is Billy Bear and this is my brother, Randall," it pointed at the tiny bear gulping mochi, "we are Zach Mole's teddysprouts. I will explain to you what an akki is..."

"No need of lengthening this meeting more than what we should, Billy Bear," Hunter cut from the armchair. "Especially when we're working from suppositions."

"Oh, but the danger is there," Eni hinted. "I wouldn't come to all the changers if it weren't. Take into consideration that I moved in here to find all of you."

"What's a changer?" Paris asked.

A signal of annoyance was shown by Gina and Hunter, expressing their disgruntlement with Paris's ignorance, at the same time, Zach tried to explain to his friend and Eni was talking too. It had gone a hubbub of voices.

"Silence!" Billy Bear shouted.

"I see Tobby hasn't done a very good job as a teddysprout," Hunter complained.

"What do you expect if the teddy doesn't even speak," Gina chuckled.

"Don't mess with my Tobby," the aforementioned hopped from the nightstand to Paris's lap, "you havenot."

"What did you call me?" Gina Belt lit a sphere on her glove.

"Silence!" Billy Bear shouted. "Keep the composure, please."

"What kind of team is this?" Eni asked.

"We're not a team!" Both Paris and Gina said.

"But you must be!" Eni said. "Isn't that right, you, Superior Teddysprout?" The girl in uniform headed Hunter, questioning its authority. "I think here that to be at the head of the rubin hunting, the one with a questionable job is you."

Hunter couldn't reply. Gina got madder, took the offense herself.

"Miss Healtown," Billy Bear took over, "teddysprouts need a changer to guard the meteor Nettai. Tobby and you are that, exactly. And, Miss Belt, it is not that Tobby does not speak, you the humans do not understand what it says. It is speaking the language of the teddysprouts. Not all of us are able to communicate with their changers in the same language."

Billy Bear's courtesy counteracted the boiling mood and personalities of the ones gathered.

"That akki must be one of the so many beings that crave for the Posterity Arm. Hunter, we cannot discard it could be related to the Witch."

Hunter nodded at the bear.

"So far, just suppositions, but," the dog emphasized to stop Eni from complaining, "it's not extra to keep an eye on the menace."

"What have you been able to reunite so far?" Billy Bear asked. Hunter hopped from the armchair to the nightstand, it introduced a foot inside its body and got a shining out. When the dog placed what it had gotten out, the shining was a miniscule abstract figurine made of onyx-ish crystal.

"This is what we've collected for the Big Sphere."

Everyone sat up and approached to look at the nightstand.

"What the hell is that?" Paris asked. "It looks like a knicknack from a flea market."

"Is this supposed to be a sphere someday?" Zach questioned, fumbling it.

"It's so little," Eni added.

"I know!" Hunter looked directly at Gina scornfully. "But we've had some setbacks."

"Well, no more," Billy Bear commanded. "We are three groups, the three will look for rubins. We cannot sit and wait for others to know the meteor has bursted out and the rubins are all over. From today, the three changers need to commit to unite."

"I'll be the team captain," Paris said rising her hand.

"Get rotten, Paris Healtown. You're the worst option," Gina replied.

Paris and Gina then started yelling at each other even less creative invectives until Zach swam and put them off.

"He will eat you alive, yum yum."

Everyone thought it'd been Billy Bear's raspy voice. However, it'd been Randall.

"Who?" Gina asked it, sarcastically. "Troubles?"

The black-haired girl had named the enemy this way.

"Did he say that to you, Randall?" Zach asked.

"Something like that, yum yum."

"Did he say any other else?"

"Mmm ... yum yum. That he would find the teddysprout spot and get rid of it, yum yum. "

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Gina was at the girls' bathroom washing her hands after lunch. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She flipped her hair and said to herself that every girl should envy her for having the hair that long. Indeed, Gina's hair touched her thighs. After meeting Samantha out, Gina couldn't help noticing her redhead friend wore a cap which hid her hair.

"Why the new look, Samantha?"

"Didn't you hear? It seems there's coots in the third years."

"Yuck!"

"You better cover your hair or end up trimming it."

"I wouldn't worry. I care about my hair a lot. Not any coots could enter."

"You never know, Gina."

Some girls approached Gina and asked a picture with her. Gina agreed.

"Well, I knew I was pretty but not that much," the long-haired girl said once they were gone.

"Everyone at school is saying you're with the police catching bad guys."

Gina looked at Samantha's eyes. To be a very lazy student, Samantha was always aware of everything around even though she wasn't a real gossip.

"Who spread that?"

"Maybe me. I have my informers. Isn't it true, or is it?"

"I won't tell," Gina smiled.

Both Gina and Samantha had to attend an elective class with the fourth years. It was the only unfortunate time she shared classroom with Paris Healtown. Gina deemed funny how most of the girl wore her hair tied or covered by hats, even the teacher was wearing a fishing hat.

"Oh, none of those bugs of poor will get me, my hair is expensive," Paris Healtown was heard saying.

In the middle of the class, some girls started scratching their heads and Gina trembled. Quickly, she tied her long black shineless hair in a ponytail. The Healtown girl observed and grimaced.

In the recess, some other group of girls took pictures with Gina but she was too pensive to brag about her status of semicelebrity, evading questions and only offering a forced smile. Gina scratched her nape with insistence. Samantha, who was in front of her at the cement table, tightened her cap with her two hands and asked if she was ok.

"I'm all right, why you ask?"

"..."

Paris Healtown approached to them tapping the hard floor with her shrilling boots, her left elbow propped on her right fist. An entourage of girls behind her.

"See? I told you. Gina Belt has the coots."

"What?" Gina spitted her chocolate milk and screamed. "That's not true."

"Then," the blonde continued, "why are you scratching, hotkey?"

The girls were looking at themselves stirred by the accusations. All the school was kind of listening. Gina got uncomfortable.

"I ... I." She mumbled.

"What's that then, huh?" Paris's hand pointed at Gina's right shoulder. Some disgusting vermins appeared walking but they didn't look like lice, more like sandflies. Everybody gasped.

"See? I was right. She brought the cooties. We have to cut her hair," she just fished small scissors out of her handbag and following, she did the impossible. She grabbed Gina's ponytail and snipped her ends a bit. Maybe if the teenagers around hadn't made that surprise sound that navigated the patio, Paris Healtown would've massacred Gina's entire hair.

Gina's countenance wasn't as scary at that point as the gesture she did afterwards. She sat up, fumbled her ponytail to inspect it, the odd ends, and smirked gladly. She started opening her gait among the gathered teens and passed along Paris. She whispered something at her and then patted the blonde's shoulders smoothly.

"You will pay some day soon," Gina said.

Paris's face didn't show fear but a bit of absorption.

After Gina had almost blown her bedroom up with screams and bombs, chair launching and kicks, Mr Mitchell advised her to go to the salon to fix her hair. The girl came back with what used to be a very long black hair as far as the thighs and now it was trimmed to her waist height. She sobbed like a Samson dispensed with his hair, and then crunched her fist.

"I'm sure I was framed by that bimbo," she gritted her teeth as a clue of her rage. "That wretched left those bugs in my hair. I will murder her!"

"Can't murder any other changer," Hunter said from the main couch of the living room. It was watching the news. "How can people use that technology to steal identities? Incredible."

"I'm not gonna murder her literally. Just a few orbs on her face."

"You're stuffed with rage, lass."

'Mode One,' the voice of the gloves said. Gina cast a blue sphere and blew it to the dog. She burned part of the furniture.

"Tomorrow, Paris Healtown will be unmasked."

Next day, after classes allowed herself to break for recess, Gina rushed to where the populars sat at the patio. Of course everyone was commenting about what had happened yesterday but half of the girls from the entire school had been accused of having lice so, Gina was not that much recriminated. The way she trotted made her now not-so-long hair bounce –she didn't tie it this time– and once in front of them, she breathed heavily. Samantha Wayne was behind her, if Gina needed backup, she was there for her.

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Zach Mole was sitting next to the striped girl and the Ashes, and other popular boys from the smartball team were bantering.

"You, Pa..."

Gina stopped dead in her tracks.

She observed this persona and she saw it was not the one she was looking for.

"Where's Paris Healtown, moloid," Gina asked Zach.

"What do you mean?" He asked back, frowning.

Everybody looked at Gina amused.

"Where is she? I need to talk to her."

Samantha, from behind, frowned too. Then, she made Gina turn around and whispered. "What're you saying, Gina, Paris Healtown is right there next to Zach Mole."

Gina turned around again.

The girl next to Zach was dressed in stripes, was blond and had the same shape than the Healtown girl but she was not her at all.

"Hello?" She didn't even sound like Paris. "I'm right hear, Ginabell."

"Who is she?"

The girl's skin was covered in make-up but it was seeable her actual skin was brown. Her nose was bloated and her eyes were using contacts. Her villainous smile was broad and her teeth bigger than anyone else. Gina also noticed she was wearing a wig.

"Who you?" Gina asked confused.

"What do you mean? Did you hit your head before waking up, Gina Belt?" Zach said. "She's Paris."

"No, she isn't."

Gina started thinking it was a bad joke to make her trip up but Samantha was also there and her look added up to the others'. Gina was cunning. Another scandal would wash her away so, she decided to leave the battle with her friend, trotting agitatedly like she had come. She turned her head once and found Paris waving bye at her with a self-sufficient smile.

In the elective class, everything was taken as if the real heiress of Healtown fortune was sitting at the last column. Gina set her eye on her. 'Did she get into a tanning bed? She's rich, she can do weird things. No. Not like that. She's not Paris Healtown, she doesn't even sound like her. What does she want? Is this a plan to let her skip classes?'

The next day, fake Paris Healtown arrived at school out her limousine with Zach Mole. The butler himself had opened the door for them and the duo entered the building. The striped girl walked just as Paris, with her left elbow propped on her right fist.

Gina sidled up to the butler before he got in the car.

'Psst, where's Paris?'

'Oh, she just got in, Ms Belt,' the butler's unruffled face was peak.

'No,' Gina clicked, 'I mean the real one.'

'I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying.'

'Your boss, the Healtowns' daughter. Do I have to buy that one is really her?'

Jim didn't respond. His phlegmatic face was a waste of time anyway.

Gina decided to skip her own classes to stalk 'Paris Healtown.' She got in the court for her PE class and witnessed from the bleachers how the girl was agiler than usual. She made pirouettes and big jumps as if here body was lacking any organ. The rest of the class clapped at her while she laughed erratically. 'Well, fairly, I can't compare this to any of her other performances at PE because I'm not her classmate but ...' Gina started remembering, 'I know how she handles battles and she's athletically useless. She didn't behave like this in the forest.'

After that, Gina got in 4th year Physics class and took one of the seats. A boy complained she was sitting in his but she threatened him using her gloves, "Pick another one!" She also slightly threatened the teacher when she mentioned she couldn't attend that class. When 'Paris' finally showed up, she observed Gina scornfully and then took her seat. Most of the students were wearing hats. Gina sharpened her ears and heard Paris asking the reason why. "Don't you remember, the cooties are still a menace," a girl replied.

"Oh yuck!" Paris yapped, "How scary!"

Gina smiled.

'Gotcha,' she thought.

In the halls, the 'new Paris' was talking to the Psychology teacher. Gina was walking along with a bottle of water from the taps she had just filled and she 'slid' and couldn't help throwing the water on Paris's face.

"Oh, what...!"

"I'm sorry, I tripped!" Gina let say. She saw how Paris's make-up started falling off. This one just went away straight to the bathroom. Gina followed.

One of the receptacles was occupied. She observed the boots through the groove.

"Who are you, girl?" Gina asked.

There was silence.

"Stop giving yourself importance. Tell me why Paris Healtown and you are playing this game."

There was silence.

"I swear I don't mind blowing that door up."

Paris cracked a giggle. Her noise equaled a horse-like laughter. The receptacle door was forced open and then it bounced back but a hand stopped it with a thump. The girl who came out was fresh and dry, happy, like nothing happened out there. She was arranged.

"My name is Paris Heeltown," her breath clouded Gina's face.

The black-haired girl squeezed her eyes.

"Oh yeah? What's Paris's catchphrase?"

"The what?"

"Paris's catchphrase."

"I have classes, I don't have time for this. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Gina was ironic. The other girl was walking out. "You're not ... Paris Healtown. I will prove it."

"Good luck with that, Gina Belt," the striped girl neighed and left.

'Georgina Belt, you're required in the principal's office,' a female voice in the speaker communicated. She repeated her note and Gina's forehead vein was about to explode.

"Paris Healtown," Mrs Moonface started once she had Gina sitting in the red chair in front of her, "told me you're stalking her."

"I'm not..."

"Silence!" The woman shouted. "Let adults finish talking."

In a big contrast to Mr Moonface, the former principal, this woman seemed hateful and unnecessarily mean. She looked like the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland

"I need you to stop harassing Paris Healtown."

"Beg your pardon?" Gina's voice pitched incredulous.

"Are you talking back?"

"Seems so, doesn't it?"

Gina wasn't easy to bulldoze. Her body expression invited Mrs Moonface to feel challenged.

"Look, Belt," the woman wiggled her posture, "the Healtown family does way too good to our school and I won't make them feel any inconvenience so, go find their daughter and apologize."

"Ha!" Gina laughed shortly. "That girl is not ... You know what? Whatever. I remind you she took a pair of scissors and snipped my hair in front of half a school. Didn't you know that?"

"In her defense, you brought the coots."

"I don't have coots!"

"Silence! Nobody rises their voice more than me in this office, you spoiled brat. Do you want me to expel you?"

Gina grumbled. She didn't want to sully her academical record, which was really good.

"You're just part of those people in Nettai who hate me for no reason."

"Get it over, Gina Belt. You're no white dove. You're truly far away being one. Behave yourself and I won't have to expel you."

"That is it?"

"Yeah, go away."

Gina stretched upwards.

"Just remember what I said."

Gina's ideas in her mind just confirmed after this chat that it'd be delicious to have Mr Moonface replace that woman.

By the evening, Mr Mitchell was watching tv covered by a blanket – he felt sick and milked it. The only tv set in the house was placed in the living room so it could be seen from both here and the kitchen board. He was tuning an event in Downtown region when Gina and Hunter got in the house.

"We went to hunt rubins," Gina replied when her dad asked why was she arriving that late, "What're you watching?" Gina took her sweater off.

"An event by the mayor. I think he's giving scholarships to some college students.

"I'm so thrilled I was invited hear..." The tv said.

Gina transfixed. She heard that voice and accent before. She approached the tv quickly.

"Look, it's Paris Healtown on tv," Hunter said.

"You too?" Gina complained. "Dad, what is she doing there?"

"I think she'll be presenting the decorations. Why are you so surprised? Isn't she the mayor's niece?"

"She's not Paris Healtown! But this ends now."

Gina opened the door again, clicked on the orange button of her rocketboots and they started to give off fire, she was scorching the front mat. "Gina, don't turn that on here!" Mr Mitchell's pitchy voice was opaque and Gina's rage was vivid. She ascended while the womanly voice incorporated in the rocketboots said "Velocity Two."

When Gina landed, she was on the white steps of the Healtown manor. She didn't mind calling through the machine of the grind to introduce herself or waiting to fight the numerous dobermans and biting ducks for the security. She went straight to knock on the rosewood gate.

When Hasuba, the deaf maid, opened, Gina entered the manor. The woman was making signs meaning she couldn't break into but Gina was massively pissed off and didn't give a damn; she trotted through the marble foyer until she ascended the elegant staircase. Petra was there sobbing.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Gina Belt. Where's Paris?"

"Are you a classmate of Ms Paris's?"

"Yeah, now where is she?"

"Oh, sniff," the annoying maid sobbed, "she out with her uncle..."

"Which is her room?"

"What?"

"Quick, woman, where is her room?"

"I don't think ..."

'Mode One,' Gina lit her gloves and showed a blue sphere to Petra. "Show me to her bedroom."

The maid yapped and pointed at the middle door in that hall. Gina turned the doorknob and started inspected the whole white room. Petra entered too to check if this girl was a burglar.

The black-haired girl scooted the mattress, went in the bathroom, checked the length of her hair in the mirror, hated Paris Healtown with depth, opened the small first-aid box on the wall full of coke sodas, and then asked the maid to open the black two-door closet that had a lock.

"What do you want?!" Petra screamed.

"Shut your mouth and open the damn closet or..." Gina threatened the woman with a sphere.

Petra sobbed and fumbled the keys she got from her pockets. When she opened the closet, Gina was astounded on the amount of striped black and white dresses and general clothing Paris Healtown kept. The closet was also huge inside and had a small hall that lead to a dark bottom. Almost, a tiny room.

"What the hall?"

Some mumbling and whining was heard. Gina got through the dresses world and wasn't seen no more. Petra was alarmed. After some minutes, Gina Belt came out with a girl in a striped pajamas, gagged and roped.

"This one is Paris Healtown," she chucked her to the carpeted floor of the bedroom.

The maid gasped and kneeled to ungag the girl.

"Petra, you're useless!" Paris complained. "I was attacked and kidnapped in my own house, hotkey!"

Gina smiled. "I was right. Well, you're welcome!" She did the victory sign.

"Shut up, Gina Belt, just get that stupid girl who did this. She wants to pose as me to get the combination of our safe," Paris complained while her maid tried to untie her.

Gina wasn't happy she rescued the Healtown girl but by the fact she was right the whole time. She opened the window and threw herself from there just to rise the sky flying. She looked like a Superman.

When the fake Paris was about to put a medal on some boy, a flying girl took her by the shoulders and, like a harpy on a prey, she lifted her up while the striped girl wriggled and kicked the air.

Gina chucked her onto the roof of a building. Downtown region was the house of skyscrapers and factories. All about cylinders environment.

Gina and the other girl were face to face.

"I just set Paris free. The real one," she said flippantly. Her arms were crossed and her black hair waved carried by the wind. It was night already.

The other girl smiled.

"You're very smart, Ginabell," she cackled in her horse-like laughter. "Or everyone here is dumb."

"You can tell me now who the hell you are and how you got in the Healtowns."

"A good magician doesn't reveal her secrets."

"Enough," Gina changed her posture, 'Mode One' and the sphere were blasted straight but hey, the fake Paris was just too much good at evading. She was light as a feather. "Who are you?"

The other girl laughed and started making cartwheels.

Gina blasted and blasted spheres that scorched the floor and the ACs over the building top but she evaded all. Gina came to a point where she was losing it.

"You will never get me, Ginabell."

The fake Paris jumped off the building.

"Wait!!"

Gina thought the criminal had decided to commit suicide. When she approached the border, she saw the fake Paris onto a smaller building top still acting like a monkey.

"Wanna play, monkey girl? Let's whack-a-mole then." Gina grabbed her right wrist with her other hand and closed one of her eyes. She was trying to act like a sniper and from her open right palm, she started shooting. 'Mode Two.' A volley of blue orbs lit the air. Although Gina became a machine gun, the targeted girl evaded and evaded, cartwheels, somersaults, ballerina acts, she moved through the rooftops ahead.

"Goddamn! You won't escape, I swear!" 'Velocity 3. Your boots may be turned off after a while.' "Shut up, stupid boots."

Gina's boots and gloves somehow said erratic comments. The girl was flying as a superhero catching their nemesis. The fake Paris incredibly jumped from one building to another like she was going to win a parkour race.

Gina had desisted to blow more spheres from the air and focused on making the monkey girl stop so she could apprehend her. That way, it would be unable to move around as a circus attraction. Our girl understood her aim wasn't that good. But, Gina had a whole weaponry inside her belt.

"Let's see how this works on you, freaking poser." 'Bombon,' the womanly voice said.

The flying girl had dropped a bomb to a building! She was out of her mind. It seemed Gina didn't mind she was attacking New Heart Hill's property. The bomb exploded and somewhat hurt the fake Paris. Gina descended to the explosion and witnessed the burned wig.

The fake Paris took the wig out and soon, all of her disguise.

"Almost," she smiled. Gina saw a slim dark-skinned girl with a silky blueish outfit. Her hair was black and a sunflower was pinned to it. "I'm Midmoon," she confessed, "the most skillful identity stealer. I'm so good nobody ever notices."

"Even though it's way too obvious."

"I could even be you and nobody could ever tell."

"They would! You don't even look like me!"

"Oh yeah?" Midmoon gyrated and soon she became a Gina Belt with dark skin but she didn't look nothing like the original. "I can take a selfie and post it saying I'm you right now, that I just made a terrorist act on te rooftop of the sugar factory!"

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"Stop it!"

"Just let me go, Ginabell."

"You're a criminal..."

"So what? Are you a superhero? You're better than me?"

"Guess what, I actually am."

Gina trotted ahead, a physical assault came over. Gina threw a slap and kicks but Midmoon was indeed agiler and quicker to respond. Gina turned around and kicked strongly, Midmoon hopped but then Gina blew a sphere against her.

She finally hurt her. The disguise had disappeared. The criminal was hit on her belly, this made her run and jump to another building.

Gina ascended again. "This is taking too much. I need her to stop moving."

Once again, the flying girl ascended and descended, Gina was also agile but she couldn't match Midmoon's pace and she was getting tired. Although she tried to blast more spheres from the Mode 1, Gina sucked. Midmoon laughed. "Just stop there you freaking monkey!" Gina flew forward and started wrestling with Midmoon. Again, the girl with the gloves slammed and kicked to the air but the criminal foresaw her movements, then, she attacked back. Midmoon's counterattacks were heavier in contrast to Gina's, she felt punches and finally, a shin hit on the face. Gina was sent away to the dusty floor of an apartment building.

Midmoon then fished a small dagger out of her boots. "I'm not good at cutting," she says, "but if you're over, I can finish what I came for."

A flying scooter made a sound around with the fire it gave off. It inundated the echoing emptiness of the night and started making circles on the building. It was Paris Healtown. "You filthy raccoon!" She said and then threw a small ringbox against Midmoon.

Gina stood up and then saw how her enemy in front of hair screamed like in possession of a demon. Paris had thrown a box of headbugs at Midmoon and they walked all over her face and hair. "Help me, help me!!!!" She screamed, shaking them all over. Gina smiled and took the chance; from her bandana, she pressed a stud and it suddenly became a rope. She lassoed the criminal and had her fall to her knees.

"Finally caught you, victory!"

Paris Healtown landed on the top. "She needs to pay for everything! How dare she try to become moi!"

Gina rose an eyebrow. She was exhausted and punched but she hadn't forgotten everything the real Paris Healtown had done these days. Midmoon was traumatized more than usual, she wanted to escape assuming another person's identity but she had the coots now and her hair needed to be cut. That's all what she was thinking of. A macabre voice was heard inside her. She opened her teary eyes and moved her sight everywhere around but the two other girls seemed not to listen to what she was told innerly. She gave up, as the voice suggested. They called the police after that.