I groaned as I woke up from my sleep. Norel was okay, but in order to bring Charlotte back, was a pain in the ass. Norel on the way found bandages on the way back to the circus from a bullet train station. We patched her up, then he patched himself up, then we found better things to help Charlotte and Norel at the circus. I was sleeping in the room I woke up in when Charlotte belted me in the jaw. I was only in clown trousers, as my older clothes were rotted away from the acid fog that entered the atmosphere when I was present. I tore off the connecting socks and shoes, and the foam balls at the end of the knees and waist.

We put Charlotte on an old stretcher we found in the storage room, conveniently having a life support system with active IV still in the pouches, hooked onto the side of the stand that was the life support system. I entered a dusty room where Charlotte was being kept, having a chair beside the bed, in which Norel was resting in. I whispered his name, and he didn't answer. I then poked his arm and he awoke abruptly, shaking his head to wake himself up.

"What, what? Oh right, Steward, did you check Charlotte?"

I crossed my arms across my chest. "I thought you were to check her?"

We then both looked at Charlotte's supply of IV, and it was at very low. The monitor beside her began to beep a lot. Faster and louder than ever. Norel dashed for the IV bag, while I darted towards her IV supply and began to take it off. She raised her arm, wanting to say something. I in a rush, took off the oxygen mask. Her oxygen supply wasn't good either. She moaned and groaned, breathing in air, that wasn't forced down her throat.

Norel rushed back, then punched me in the gut. I felt winded, and jabbed him back. I frowned at him, he just lowered his arms. "What the hell are you doing?! Do you want her to die?!"

"No, she looked like she wanted to say something. So I took off her mask. Anyways, she was going to die anyways."

I gestured to the oxygen pump. He gasped as Charlotte began to speak.

"He was right. He was always right. Even executing me for the law, but I murdered for a reason."

Norel's eyes widened while Charlotte continued.

"Except I was doing it for a reason that would shatter a sector, if it was set out. I had powers before, too. Just wasn't able to control it then. My powers were the show of brute strength, and because of it, I was to be killed."

"Except why did they want you dead?"

Charlotte sighed.

"Because I killed Mr. Tall."

Both Norel and I gasped. Norel rubbed his chin.

"But, how? Mr. Tall was just here, right?"

Charlotte sighed again. "There is a universe of superhuman people, that are fighting for power. They are all linked to god, assumed by Django Du-Shea. One with that link of people. I am the bait. The one destined to die at the hands of someone higher than I am in the link. They tried to kill me because they need to to rise in power and numbers. It's how they-they...."

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp.....

Norel's jaw has dropped, my fists are clenched, and Charlotte is dead on the bed, unable to finish the important information of domination.