"Well then, The Crimson Conj... Conjur... You know it's really hard to say it quickly", he says jokingly.

"Just call me Crimson", I reply coolly.

"Okay, Crimson, we better introduce you to the others then. May I?" he bellows and takes my hand. He walks me over to a group of Savages of many different colours and sizes. "Saokags!" They all turn obediently and look at me in a curious, but slightly patronising way. I look down at my hands and I see them gradually turn a deep pink-red. I feel this new colour rise up my body and into my cheeks, making my spines darken until they are burgundy.

"Say hello to Crimson, our newest member", he beams. They smile, but don't say anything. I suppose I'm a bit alien here, but saying that I was alien everywhere I went. "Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself to her?"

A girl at the front pipes up. She has a mousey face that is pale white and she has swirling purple markings on her cheeks and forehead. Her hair is purple and red going down to her shoulders and her eyes are ice-blue. Her attire is quite fancy, a frilly blouse and purple bell bottoms adorn her tiny frame. "I'm Magika. I can cast spells and have hex powers and stuff", she yells sweetly.

Another boy, slightly older than her, but more youthful looking, grins at me. His long blonde fringe hides his eyes and he flicks it back to reveal that they are of a snake's. He has scales on his face and a green tinge smudged across it. He is wearing a crocodile skin jacket and khaki shorts. "Hi, my name is Gator, I have claws and sharp teeth that have poison in them. Pretty boring I know..."

Four more people introduce them to me: Titan, the strongman, Frozana, the girl that controls ice, and Fireon, the hot one. Oh, I mean that he controls fire that is hot and it – oh who am I kidding, he is the other hot too. I smile at them all, my new family of misfits. But then a darkened face catches my eye. It skulks in the shadows and I head towards it. "No, Crimson, don't go there. She doesn't like to be disturbed", says a concerned Firestone.

"Oh, boss. You know I love new visitors", says the unknown voice. A snow white face appears from the darkness, attached to a weak, hunched over body wearing a black robe. "La Muerte", she continues holding out her hand for my to shake it. "Oh, actually better not. I'll kill you if I do". Her hand has no flesh, it is just bone and an outline of a skull protrudes through her face. 

"La Muerte has the 'deathseid' power. She kills anyone she touches and then can control and reanimate their bodies", Firestone explains. 

"Well, it's lovely to meet you La Muerte. I'm Crimson, and I can transfer energy types into different energies, I think". She gives a wrinkled grin and a tiny red glow appears in her eyes, almost like a sparkle, but more like a promise. Because we all want the same thing: vengence.