This vignette provides some glimpses into the history of the beautiful, talented, and fabulous Imp.

This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe.

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Story under construction.

Everyone knows that heroes are good and villains are bad, but what is a poor Imp to do when these roles get blurred.

This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe. This is also the third story about the Imp, with the first being The Art of Being the Imp and the second being Mission Imp-Probable. I plan on posting the new updates to this site a week after each one is posted on the official Whateley site.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html

Here's a spin-off of my story "Brave New World". It introduces a character who was later important to the final arc of that story, as well as a few that aren't.

Chapter One: The First Time

The Big Fight, Part Three

Charlie followed the man, at least until Elliot grabbed her by the hand. "Stop!" he said. "We don't even know who this guy is! He could be the Benefactor, for all we know!"

She shook her head. "No. He's not. Tim's fighting the Benefactor right now."

Allie asked, "How can you know that?"

She turned to her friends. "Because he told me. The Benefactor did."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Why would he do that?"

"Because..." She rubbed at her arm, sighed. "Because he used to love me."

"What?!" Allie asked.

The Big Fight, Part One

A Strange & Different World, Part One

With the gunshot, I closed my eyes as if that would matter. Maybe I just didn't want Charlie seeing me with my eyes wide open when she found my body. Truth be told, I didn't want to be dead, because Charlie had lost enough people recently. Yeah, just her dad, but that was enough.

The Big Talk

The most important room in the White House existed in the building's West Wing, made iconically famous in the television series of the same name. The room earned its name by its shape, and thus it was called the Oval Office. At one side, in front of a grouping of windows, sat a large desk with more papers atop it than any man cared to believe he could have piled on his desk. Just slightly off center was a grouping of couches, maybe a couple chairs, and a small coffee table, around which the furniture was placed.

Across the River, Part Two

Tim felt himself falling asleep in the chair beside Charlie's hospital bed. He had told her that he wouldn't leave, and he wasn't going to. He decided to stand up and do some walking around to stay awake. He knew he didn't exactly need to stay awake, as Mr. Brand's security people were doing their job outside the door.

I wonder what his interest in the Chosen is. Probably just like that Kennedy guy, wants to make money helping them. Hmph, now that I think about it, why aren't there any of his guys here?

The Punchline

"I'm swingin' in the rain! I'm swingin' in the rain!" I sang as I swung through, well, the rain. Sure, my suit was incredibly wet, but it was still fun to swing through the rain, on my way to beat up some bad guys who thought a thunderstorm was the best time to rob liquor stores or gas stations or...

Apparently, comic book shops.

Mother and Daughter

I couldn't help but stare at her, lying there in my bed, her baby brother crying just a few feet away. I wanted to cry. My daughter wasn't talking to me at all, hadn't spoken to me at all in the two days since she her father's funeral, and I knew exactly why. I simply stood in the doorway and held her book bag out for her. "C'mon, Charlie, it's time for school," I said, my voice soft. I hoped she heard me.

Lucky me, she did. "Go away, Mom. I don't feel good."

I sighed. "Please, sweetie?"

Movie Magic

"What exactly do you mean, Mr. Saul," Dad asked, not even caring how increasingly red-faced I was getting listening to this whole thing.

"I didn't mean anything, I was just saying that - "

"You were just saying that my police force is useless now that there are super heroes on the scene, right?" Dad leaned forward in his seat. "That's not exactly something I like to hear, I hope you know."

The Gathering, Part Three

Korra stole the ball from Peter and bounced it off of his head for a moment before sinking another basket. She was enjoying herself, and enjoying the fact that she was enjoying herself. It had only been a week, but being at Ms. Morris' school wasn't all that bad. She wished there were a few more students, as opposed to just the five of them, but she was getting along with her new family.

The Gathering, Part One

I'm one of those people who actually likes school, but going there has gotten increasingly difficult, especially since I got my powers. I've had a hard time learning to control them, and I've even accidentally burst the toilet pipes at home more than once. I can't begin to count how many times we've called a plumber in to fix things. At least I'm not blowing up my TV anymore. I also haven't blown up the microwave in the past couple days. Aunt Holly was at least starting to tolerate this whole mess.

Secret Origins, Part Two

Frank hadn't escaped punishment of his own, once he got home. His father attempted to calm his mother down, but it was no use, she was too angry at their son for his actions. During the argument, he grabbed his mother's sewing kit and quietly escaped to his bedroom. There, he took the silly Wolverine costume that Charlie had bought for him, and turned it into Seeker's costume.

Everyone knows that heroes are good and villains are bad, but what is a poor Imp to do when these roles get blurred.

This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe. This is also the third story about the Imp, with the first being The Art of Being the Imp and the second being Mission Imp-Probable. I plan on posting the new updates to this site a week after each one is posted on the official Whateley site.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html