A/N

As stated before, this one was written earlier than the previous one, but I needed to make some adjustments before I released it. Mainly, I needed to fix some minor plot elements.

"How could you not have read or something before?" Nick asked. He had Ashlie's phone in hand, waiting for her to respond. The two of them were sitting in her bedroom, white light filling the room.

"It's complicated. It has to do with how early I showed my powers; it's different for everyone. I coughed up fire when I was three, so my parents had me pushed immediately into a training program. Uni started lifting objects with his mind when he was 8 and Dawn didn't have his powers until he was 15. It rarely goes into adulthood, however" she answered. There was a moment of silence between the two of them.

"So, are you interested in anything? Like magic or mythology?" he asked, trying to break the silence.

"Nothing like that, really. I've read a lot of things before, by the way. Even though they were reports, I can read decently complicated works," Ashlie responded. He thought for a minute. What could he give her to read that would grab her attention? He suddenly had an idea, and while he didn't read all the books himself, he only heard glowing reviews. Practically everyone read at least one book from this series. Nick just needed to find a free pdf version.

"Okay, this is really illegal but..." he trailed off, finding one within a few minutes. "I think you'll enjoy this. It's a pretty old series that I didn't read all that much, but literally everyone else has. Read the synopsis if you want to," he passed the redhead her phone. She looked at it with skepticism.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone?" she asked, reading the title.

"Yeah, it sounds kind of weird, but this one and the second one are the only ones I've read, so I can tell you that this one is really good," he commented. She gave him a shrug before swiping downwards.

"Can I read it out loud? I usually read reports out loud to Uni and Dawn, so I think it'll make me a bit more comfortable," he gave her a nod before she started reading.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say..."

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It had been awhile since Ashlie started reading and they were already in the fifth chapter. Nick had found himself lying at the footboard of her bed, while she continued to speak. From what he could tell, she was immersed into the book, her tone filled with wonder.

"Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held out his leg-" she was cut off when the door to her room burst open. Matt tumbled out from behind it, carrying a slew of documents in his right hand. He looked incredibly concerned as well as confused.

"Ashlie, you need to come, now. Everyone's in the medical bay; Uni and Dawn have been critically injured and Uni's powers are totally out of wack," he managed to get out, but by how fast he was talking, Nick couldn't understand half of what he was saying. He was panicking and Nick didn't know how to respond to that. "Nick, come too. Mr. Scape wants me to show you something," he nodded, concerned for their safety, but also curious of what they needed to show him. Ashlie put her phone down before rushing over to the door.

"I hopes he's alright," she worried, Nick following her before she closed the door.

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Jax took off his mask, throwing onto his host's bed. He had worked extra hard for the past few hours trying to keep his host at bay, the constant pulling severely draining his power. He would just have enough strength to get what information he needed.

He needed to do two things and both of them would be fast.

Jax was lucky that his host held sentimental value to certain objects, especially old family gifts. They were called yearbooks, apparently, and he had caught his host looking through one of them on occasion. There was one that was different from the others, however. There was scribble on the back of the cover, and while Jax could barely read the illegible handwriting, it talked about how it was an extra copy given to his host because he helped out one of its creators in making it. Out on the battlefield, he didn't notice it, but those pale eyes looked vaguely familiar. If he hadn't noticed the record book that sat next to the bed, he wouldn't have thought of it.

The book itself was unprofessionally made, mainly because the teachers and students made it. His host's younger relative, whether it was a cousin or sibling didn't matter to him, had given it to him for a holiday or something. The relative was apparently homeschooled. The book itself didn't matter to Jax, the only thing that mattered where its contents. He flipped to a random page, looking for the information he needed before finally settling on one. It was to the right of the page that his host always looked at.

He knew he saw those white eyes somewhere.

On the page was an old photograph of a young boy with electric blue hair and snow colored eyes. The boy couldn't have been too old, his facial feature still childish. This must've been taken when he was in elementary school. Despite the drastic age difference, it was undoubtedly Spark Shot. His eyes ghosted over the name.

"Dawn Riku. Isn't that a girl's name?" he shut the book before he could ponder any longer. He put the yearbook back to where it was originally. He knew his name, now all he needed to do was use it against him.

Jax then pulled out that strange object from his host's bag, opening it and turning it on. He had seen his host use this laptop before and had consumed enough information to be able to use it.

He clicked on the search tab before typing in a name. He had recalled from what that hero, Sixth Sense, had said. He was just loud enough for Jax to hear, and seeing how close he was to his head during one point in the fight, he heard everything. He could even remember the exact few words.

"Matt, it's me Sixth. Spark is down..."

From there, Jax heard another line from when he swooped down to Sixth Sense while that machine chased him, hell-bent on destroying his amulet.

"Mr. Red, do you have any reason why it's aiming for the amulet?"

Matt or Matthew Red was in his sight. Typing in "Matthew Red" didn't get any results other than a random civilian from the next town over, but what he got from his other option was much more interesting.

Matt Red had only one relevant result, relevant as in relevant to his question: a single, old social media account. It clearly looked like it hadn't been used in a while, the latest date on the page being three years ago, but it did give him a close approximation to what this man looked like: brown hair, caramel eyes, and a youthful looking face. It even confirmed he was in the same city as he was.

He had what he needed. He could finally let go, knowing fully that he wouldn't be able to view his host's actions until he had enough energy. Jax shut the laptop close before losing complete consciousness, his host's head hitting the top of the object.

Jon didn't feel any pain at first, but as soon as he lifted his head, he felt a surge of agony through out his entire body. It was like the previous injury in his arm, but it had surged throughout his body. He tensed up, his hands curling into fists. He didn't even take notice of where he was or ask why he was at his desk, instead falling out of the chair and laying down on the floor.

He had lain there for at least ten minutes, accepting each wave of pain. By the time he managed to get up, he had already begun asking questions.

"What the hell? Why am I at my...." He muttered to himself, trailing off. He quickly opened the laptop, not bothering to change out of his costume. Jon wasn't too sure what Jax was up to, but it wasn't anything good. The spirit didn't always interact with him and didn't always watch what he was doing, and seeing how physically and mentally tired Jon was, he certainly wasn't watching right now. Jax held him off for far too long, the spirit needing rest.

Jon's eyes immediately widened. He was at someone's social media page from a site that had fallen out of popular use years ago. This person in question, Matt Red, had nothing to do with Jax. Why was he on there?

Well, whatever it was, Jon knew that it wasn't good. He knew he still had an account from a few years back. He needed to warn this person. Using what login information he remembered, Jon shifted to this person's direct messages. It looked like he lived in the same city as he did, the name of it being displayed underneath his name. He typed something up quickly, not wanting to worry the person with too much information. Jax may read it; it would be unwise for him to be blatant, so Jon needed to stay as vague as possible. He finished typing his message before clicking send.

He could only hope Matt Red would be safe.

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Matt's phone buzzed while he was on the way to tell Ashlie and Nick about Uni and Dawn. He pulled it out to check on it, notice the new notification.

Someone had messaged him on an account he abandoned when he started working at the Industry. This person was even from the same city he was in. Matt clicked the notification and unlocked his phone only to be met with five sinister words.

Someone dangerous is after you.

A/N

Well, that's it for now. I'm working on the next chapter, but I have a lot of different ideas for it so it might take a bit longer for me to sort things out.