s**t. There was no denying it. Damn that ******** pink smiling face. Why are you smiling? Haley Jones threw the pregnancy stick as far as she could into the woods before making her way back to the Resistance camp.

This was the last thing she wanted to deal with. She had heard a pregnancy would prevent her from powering up, but she couldn’t have that happening. Not at a time like this. Not when things were at such a critical point.

“Ricky, babe,” she stepped into the tent she shared with her husband, Ricky Cunningham, Troy Knight of Chronos. “We need to talk.”

“Hey there, what’s up?” he asked, powering up. “Do we need ta now? They’re calling some kinda big meeting.”

“It’s important.”

“Then tell me after, we can’t miss this. C’mon.” Troy grabbed her hand and dragged her to the large huddle of Resistance members.

“Wait,” she pulled back. “Do you ever think about…running away? From all of this?” She could barely believe the words coming out of her mouth.

“What?” he asked. “Are ya kidding?” He paused. “All the time. I wanna be with you, but you know you ain’t the type to ride off in the sunset without finishing the job first. And this meetin’ might just lead to that. So c’mon!”

He dragged her closer to the meeting. “Ain’t ya gonna power up?”

“They all know who I am anyways,” Haley protested, masking for her secret.

The meeting went on as it always did. Pointless arguing over who has the best option for fighting back. But then things took a turn – fast. The Chaos forces attacked, and everything went to s**t.

Haley grabbed her husband’s hand as they started to run. For a moment, she looked back – and the vision would never leave her mind. A blade shot out of Troy’s chest, his blood spraying his wife’s face like a violent crimson mist. He gasped for air, but his lungs were punctured and filling with blood as he collapsed to the ground.

“Ricky!” she cried, falling to the floor with him. She tried to power up, tried to avenge him. But nothing. Paralyzed in every way, she froze with her husband's corpse in her arms, allowing for her imminent capture.