"Are you listening Triskix?" the leader asked.
I blinked once....
"Triskix? Are you listening?" the leader asked again.
I cocked my head up to look at the leader. No one knew anything about the Leader except that for some reason he had called us, all the nobodies, to him.
"Yes," I answered.
"Good. Now then, we are going to start Castle Oblivion up again and get it to running again so that plans for domination can be met," the leader said in a shap voice that reminded me of tacks.
"Yes I understand," I answered, "And you have chose the perfect right hand man."
"I am aware of you pedigree," the leader said, "And your spiteful nature. They go hand in hand with you don't they?"
"Yes," I answered, "And I take this job."
"Good," the leader said, "I know you will keep order among them."
The leader pushed a door behind him open and I saw each of the organization members. Each of them glared at me, but I merely cocked my head.
"So this is the black mob I have to look after," I said rolling my eyes, "Fine."
"Triskix," the leader said, "Do not fail me. Teach each and every single one of them their powers and make them stronger. If they already know their powers than force them to become stronger. There are some you probably recognize from your youth."
"Don't talk as if I am old. You are the old one here," I answered.
