Gary took a peice of the broken ladder and banged it against the rocky wall, hoping for a miricle to happen. "Nope, nothing." He said in disapointment. The characters sighed. "What do we do now?"
~ Log from Sinister Six: In The Twilight Zone.

CHAPTER 3

The next morning wasn't any better. Each television channel was broadcasting all the events that were happening. It seemed like the world was going into eternal blackness. Some unnatural, unfamiliar source has the world wrapped up in darkness. The clouds haven't moved since last night, and doesn't seem like they were going to budge at all. An uneasy feeling crept all around the people. Animals weren't acting normal, and house hold pets left homes and escaped zoos. Fleeing as if some source was going to evaporate the planet. Even Robots, Androids, and Humanoids felt a disturbing force in their power structure. All in all, something was amiss and it felt horrible.

The Mechanical Maniacs had decided to take care of a Robotic uprising in China. A bunch of renegade robots had went insane, and starting mauling and killing for no apparent reason. Sinister Six HQ since then had been quiet and lonely. The Six started missing their company. The Mechs would return within a few days. With little source information to go by, The Sinister Six couldn't really do much with the strange phenomenon. However they did monitor outside information, and kept close watch on Super Chaos, who surprisingly didn't cause any trouble since his break out.

On a patrol watch however Andon ran across Forte-Chan who seemed to have been disturbed. He approached her sitting on a bench alone. "Oh heya hun? How's it going?" She spoke without facing him.

"I'm a bit worried Classi, I've never seen you down in the dumps this long before." He sat next to her not sure what to do to comfort her. He ran his hand through is spiky blue hair.

"It's my Mango Tree Andon...it's dying." A tear fell from her eye. Even though she was an Android, she had a beautiful face. Mixed up with Green sparkly hair, and her large eyes shown her true beauty. Normally a face like hers was always cheery, and full of loving life. The type to cheer someone else up when they are down. She had the body armor of Bass, but a lot skinner and flimsier. More of the female type.

"What?" Andon spoke aloud even surprising himself. "But how!? Mango's don't die in the middle of Spring. Things are just growing back!" Forte-Chan then faced Andon for the first time, eyes all teary. "All living plants are dying Andon...Look at the trees and the grass..." She said tilting her head.

She was right. Andon hit himself not noticing this before. Trees leaves were dimming with color, but not just the leaves...but the trunks. They all seemed to be drooping. Like its very life force is being drained. Most tree trunks turned a sour brown or a nasty gray...which didn't look healthy at all. The Grass had nearly turned a pale orange color. As if it was lacking sunlight.

"It's the sunlight Andon...without it...plant life will die." She spoke again. "And that's not all." She pulled out a bag full of bread pieces. "I come here almost everyday...for piece and quiet....to feed the pigeons." She said slowly. She looked around as if trying to find something important to her. The area was way to quiet. Not a single bird was chirping.

"The Pigeons.....they've gone."

Downtown inspections weren't any better as IRA wandered down to a Liquor store. "I guess a small break of checking out the town is in order." He said as he clasped his hands together and went inside. A small rush of bad air flew past IRA as he entered. The place had a wretched stench that he'll remember for days. The place was rotting with drunks. At first glace people who seemed the least drunk were crying. One man in the far end was shouting "It's the end of the world...we all are going to die!"

IRA didn't know what to make of it. The people were so drunk and wasted and were convinced the world was going to end. One person was tugging on IRA's loose pants. Begging him to put him out of his misery. IRA eyeballed every one of the insiders. They looked absolutely terrible. He thought to himself. 'Is this what I look like when I'm out. It's quite embarrassing.' IRA turned his head away in disbelief. "Now's not the time to be drinking, I have a world to save." And he left the store without a second thought. Not purchasing a single booze product. IRA began to wonder if the meteorite infected everything, including himself. Never has he turned down a shot of beer.

Does the Meteorite not just affect the climate but its inhabitants too? IRA turned down liquor? Or maybe I'm just on something...

At Super Chaos's base a lone figure prowls through the abandoned fortress, searching for any signs of the big yellow, one-eyed beast. Jason, so far the only Sinister Six Member in his armor used his incredible abilities to jump over the castle's roof top. Jason in his Cutman armor had unremarkable jumping abilities, much like the Rest of The Sinister Six. But with his abilities to attack from not just from the ground, but from the sky, made him one of the highest jumpers, next to Bombman himself. Cutman ran and flew through the air like he could fly. Hoping to see what Super Chaos was up to. To his instant surprise, the big yellow blob wasn't no where to be seen. And if Chaos was clever enough, he would have at least spawned a trap on Cutman. "This isn't like our most famous adversary...broken out of Prison for a week, and not a single uprising...has he turned over a new leaf? But breaking out of jail was bad as it can come." Jason spoke to a large stone wall on the roof top when gave up on Super Chaos.

This just wasn't right. Where could he be? It seemed even Super Chaos was aware of such current events at the moment. He was probably hiding where The Six couldn't find him. After several hours of scouting, he contacted Tim over his communications device and headed back to HQ. His leave caused a small stir not to far off. A lone figure with white glowing eyes and a large blackened body was watching from afar. Huge in size, and measuring up to nearly 11 feet. Recognizable from the same shape that appeared from the meteorite, a glance at it would cause anyone to startle and stare in fear. After Jason's departure, The big creature left the area as well, leaving enormous marks in the street in its wake.

Tim closed down his connection at Sinister Six HQ after talking with Jason. Scott and Jonathon (Clownman) were close by awaiting any other member responses. Clownman had once again decided to stay with The Sinister Six for a while. Hiding out in his circus alone...during this time of crisis, was too much to bear for the shaken Clown.

"Any word from Gary yet?" Clownman asked with curiosity. He was bundled up in what seemed like a thousand blankets. Lying on the couch in front of the fireplace, drinking his hot cappuccino. Scott brought him some Banana nut bread to munch on. "Here ya go! Enjoy!" Scott happily hands the food to Jonathan and runs back out into the kitchen.

Tim let out a small sigh. "Poor kid. He's been drivin' a lot by cooking to get the mess out of his mind." He said sitting down on another couch by Clownman.

"We gotta find someway to keep ourselves occupied. Some people speculate, this could be the end of the world." Clown said sipping a glass of Cappuccino.

Tim making careful sure that Clownman doesn't spill any of it on his expensive blankets commented with. "I suppose, it's a shame we can't do much but keep extra alert. Don't think there's much to do with weird cloud formations, and local plant life dying...scientists are basically the only hope now. Not crime fighters like us."

Clown nodded and took another sip from his cup. A small drop started to seep from the rim and slowly started to drip from the cup. Tim had immediately caught sight of it...and eyeballed it slowly. The drip now had seeped to the side of the cup, running down at a slower pace. Tim had followed its every movement. Reflection of the drip inside his beetle-black shades. Clownman being totally oblivious to what was going on took another sip from his cup. The drip this time had fallen down to the bottom edge of the cup. Shaking slowly.

A large sweat drop had grown over Tim's pale brown hair. The drip shook a little sideways with Clownman taking another long (and what seemed for eternity for Tim) sip. Finally Clownman had whipped the bottom edge of the cup with his hand and continued staring into the fire.

A sharp ring startled Tim out of his seat. Turning his attention back to his communicator he flipped the switch on and to his relief, Gary was on the other line. Dressed up in his Iceman armor.

"I’ve just arrived at the Meteorite site. I'll get back with you if I find anything unusual." Gary spoke...looking out of breath.

"Alright, what's the matter?" Tim asked. "Why you so tired?"

"It was the strangest thing. I saw a large purple like dinosaur with green on its belly. It was terrible. It said 'give me a birthday cake...or die!' I didn't know what to do...so I ran...especially when it sang some I love you...you love me song...god...it was horrible...." Gary said huffing and puffing with a slight grin.

"Very funny. Just call if anything interesting comes up." Tim said flicking the switch off. The screen turned black and traveling through the screen link, you see electric devices and wires connecting the two signals. Upon exiting the other end you come out and see Iceman's wrist. Iceman had quickly managed to climb up the long hill with timed jumps and leaps.

The entire field looked like something had happened before. Smoke continued to steam from large cracks in the Earth's surface surrounding the Meteor. Upon closer investigation, the Meteor itself seemed to be dying away like everything else on the planet. Iceman had made sure not to inhale any harmful fumes coming from the meteor as he examined it closer.

When he touched it however something strange happened. He saw images of a large beetle-like creature, about 11 feet in height. It seemed to be undergoing some kind of pain. Fighting off something strange. But its opponent wasn't in view. Iceman tried to stray for a better sight...mostly the images were fuzzy. The creature...for whatever it was, was undergoing a massive battle. From what it seemed like in its head. Iceman then heard some sort of orange-yellow electricity eloped the creature yelled an enormous roaring scream. It was subdued. Its eyes had now turned a solid white. Glowing with what seemed to be another life. The large beetle beast's armor had turned darker. And Paler. As if something had just taken control of it. Before Iceman can understand anything else...the images vanished. He was staring back at the meteor. The black rock seemed to have given off some comforting radiation. For Iceman felt a sudden feeling for it. As if the meteor had tried to tell him something. Something very important. Something bad....but turned to even more evil.

Iceman immediately contacted Tim on his communicator. Before Tim had picked up, Gary noticed he had his hand on the Meteor. As if he was saying "thanks" for the strange information. Iceman hoped The Six and himself would be able to save it...along with everything else on the planet. It was then Iceman noticed Wily's Skullker far off on a cliff. It looked as though it was badley dented and battered. Like something had attacked it. Something large. There was no sign of the scientist. Gary then saw traces of blood and one of Bass' arms laying out near the machine. This didn't look good either. And with Jason's squall over no hint of Super Chaos’s location...Iceman knew this can't get any better.