Prologue: The Final Countdown

"Ahh. 7:30 on the nose." A teenage girl gets up from her bed and out of her flower-decorated blanket. She walks over to the bathroom with her blue eyes, purple with patches of blonde and straight hair, and perfect face. She adds a little makeup, then walks out. Her cheery dad is making breakfast for her.

"How do you like some eggs, bacon, and sausage in the morning?"

The teenager chuckles. "I like them when Mom makes them."

"C'mon, Alice, don't you like your eggs scrambled with a little salt?" Alice. The perfect name for a perfect girl. She looks at her father with a smug look.

"I'll be with a little salt if I won't be able to read my book in peace." Alice goes back to reading her book with laughter slowly making its way out through Alice's lips. Her father takes a hint and stays quiet.

"Boom! Kapow! Kablamo! Shazam! Pow!" Alice's little brother bursts out of his room in his birthday suit with another teenager equally as handsome as Alice doing his best to safely, yet effectively restrain Alice's little brother. Alice jumps out of the couch to see what is going on as her dad turns off the stove and quickly follows her. As they see the situation, Alice and her father erupt into a state of uncontrollable laughter. The teenage boy blushes a little and loses his grip on the kid until quickly realizing his mistake. The little kid sees his chance; however, he is too late by just barely as the teenager tightened his grip once more to ensure for no escape for the little rascal, but the teenager can not hold it for long.

"A little help here?!" The teenager cries out. He is struggling, especially now that the little kid has begun to start fighting back, landing direct hits using his elbows on the teenager's face and stomach. "Please, help me!"

Alice manages to get out a couple words before going back into her crippled state of laughter. "I thought you were strong!"

"Alice! Are you going to help me or-ow!" The little rascal had gotten off another blow on the teenager's precious face.

"Silence, prisoner! I shall have you tortured and punished for this crime!" The kid proclaimed. The teenager now had a worried face on him while Alice and her father were laughing even harder. It seems to the teenager that the kid wasn't taken seriously when he made possible death threats like that in his birthday suit.

Alice begins to recover from her crippled state of laughter. "Blyke, this is enough! Leave John alone!" She walks over to them and picks Blyke up from John's slightly muscular arms.

"How dare you put your filthy female paws on me! Unhand me at now, criminal, or I shall have you beheaded!"

John, in a slight fit of rage and embarrassment, manages to be savage on Blyke. "Yeah, yeah, go do that with clothes on besides your 'warrior outfit.' It makes you look from the normal one-year-old look you have when your mad to a baby who was just brought into this world."

Alice puts one of her hands over her mouth with a shocked look on her face. "Roasted so much that now there's a fourth-degree just to describe you, Blyke!" Alice's dad is still on the floor, erupting with laughter at everything that has been going on. John manages to chuckle a little at Alice's comment while blushing. Alice walks back into Blyke's room, noticing John's blushing, and blushes back. She locks the door behind her while she's in the room, and Blyke and Alice have an all-out brawl to get Blyke some clothes on him besides his birthday suit. As that continues, with screams, shouts, and sounds as if a hard force had collided with another one, another teenage girl knocks on the door and rings the doorbell. The black girl is slightly shorter than Alice and has brown, puffy, curly hair. She knocks on the door again and rings the doorbell. John gets back up and walks over to the door, opens it, and greets the old friend.

"Hey, Maria! How have you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" They exchange a quick hug and a long laugh.

"If by forever, you mean one day." She walks past John and helps the still-laughing father up to his feet. He appears to have the same eye and hair color as Alice, but he is a foot taller than everyone else. John walks over and creates a casual conversation with Maria and Alice's father. "Hello, President Boris! How has Alice and John been treating you?" She nudges at John, and he laughs a little in response. Then she quickly salutes to him as a joke.

"I can't get enough of them! They help with chores, errands, and around the house in general! It's amazing how well-behaved they are!"

"You mean it's shocking, right? The truth is that they aren't as innocent as they seem to be, President Boris."

"You mean you're joking, right? These young adults will be amazing citizens and always complete their work and civic responsibilities on time!"

"Unlike you." John coughs out just loud enough for President Boris to just barely hear it.

"See? You definitely aren't talking about John and Alice!"

"Believe it or not, he is! He's just not talking about you."

This comeback gets President Boris to roar out in laughter and slowly recover with a teardrop running down his face. "You guys are hilarious!" Maria checks the time on her phone and nudges at John. He immediately understands as he runs over to Blyke's room and opens the door. Alice and Blyke are still fighting for their survival, yet Alice made a surprising amount of progress.

"Alice, time to go!" As John runs out, Alice shortly follows when Blyke jumps onto her back. She then tears him off and throws him into the bed. Alice, Maria, and John run out of the house in all fancy clothes and John drives the group away and into a teenage party. And, little to any of them know, the countdown has begun.