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Connie jerked awake. Where am I? She thought to herself. She seemed to be in some sort of bedroom, but all she knew was that she had a splitting headache. Over in the corner stood two men, whispering to each other. The two men complemented each other perfectly. One was tall– well over six feet – and very thin, with tall spiked black hair. He was dressed like a goth, wearing a spiked dog collar, an ripped up Madonna t-shirt, and flowing black pants that gave the impression of a skirt. At first Connie thought that his pale complexion– so pale he was virtually white – was just typical gothic makeup. But a closer examination showed that all exposed skin was porcelain white. Must be part of his mutation, she thought to herself.
"Yes, my white skin is part of my mutation," the pretty boy replied.
Do you have Deep Telepathy? She thought towards him.
"Yes, I can hear all thoughts, but I can't send them out. My name is Spike, by the way. That is, in case you couldn't have guessed." Connie chuckled. Apart from kidnapping her, Spike seemed like a pretty nice guy.
"So, Spike, who's your friend?" The other young man seemed almost oafish. He was very short, maybe only four feet tall at the most, and he was rather chubby. He had short, curly green hair and a kind face, though it had a bit of an orange cast to it, which strongly contrasted his bright green eyes.
"Oh, this is Lenny."
"What are your guys' powers?" She asked, curious.
"Well," began Spike, in his lilting voice that sounded like melted chocolate looked, "I have Zebra, Deep Telepathy, and Electricity. Lenny here has Pumpkin, Restoration, and Teleportation. I'd ask about you, but we already know: Dreams, Weather, and Precognition, right? The Goblin briefed us well."
Connie gasped. They worked for the Goblin? But they seemed so nice.
"What does the Goblin want with me, anyway?"
"We don't exactly know, but knowing her, it probably has something to do with taking over the world. She's insane, but she pays well, and gave me a home when I had nowhere to go. Without her, I'd probably be lying dead in a gutter. She's really not as awful as everyone thinks. She's only ever treated me as her own child. Oh! Now that you're awake, we have permission to take you around the mansion and give you a tour, providing you promise not to escape."
"I promise."
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"Hey, has anybody seen Connie?" Guy looked around.
"I think she went back to the bus for her jacket." Julie answered him. So the two of them went to the bus, and saw Connie's jacket lying in the dirt. Guy panicked. It was too much for his brain. His duck mind took over and he turned into a duck. Julie eyed him hungrily as he waddled out of his clothes.
Julie! I am not your next meal, I am your best friend's boyfriend! So PLEASE, stop looking at me like supper and help me! Guy said to her, telepathically. She shook the hungry look out of her eyes, slung his clothing over her shoulder, picked him up and ran into the locker room.
"Everybody! Connie's missing! Oh! And Guy's a duck again."
"GUY!" Everyone shouted at him.
Julie! Turn around please. When the girl was no longer looking, he calmed down his mind, and turned back into Guy. Quickly throwing on his clothes, he gave her the heads up, and she turned back around.
"Okay, Like I was saying. Connie went back to the bus, and now she's gone. We checked. Her jacket was lying on the ground and there was no trace of her anywhere. Coach, I don't know what to do!" Coach Orion put his arm around the very upset teenage girl (a move that in most modern situations would seem inappropriate, but we're gonna let it slide).
"Julie, I'm sure she's fine. But just in case, I'm going to call the school and have them alert MIA. But we have a game to play, so why don't you all hurry up and get changed. Play this one for Connie, wherever she is!" They all cheered, and got ready to play.