Stand Name: Cigarette Daydreams Stand User: Arya Speedwagon Stand Ability: This stand takes form as a whip with many barbs. It can be used to swing, grab, attack, and strangle.

"What's taking Aaron so long?" Artyom asked out loud. He was ordered by Aaron to wait at the back of the plane for Aaron to chase the enemy to the back of the plane. Though, he never showed up. "You! You're Artyom, right? Apparently, people want you dead, but I'm taking the bounty!" Said the woman. "You're quite open, aren't you?" He spat back. "As are all Speedwagons." The two came to a silent agreement. They both rushed at each other, prepared to kill. "Symphony!" Artyom shouted. Symphony punched a light and broke it, exposing the wires. Suddenly, two sparks were seen, one on the wires, and the other on Symphony's fist. "Punch the ground!" He ordered. In the commotion of evacuating the plane, multiple people had dropped their drinks. The stain reached from Artyom to the woman. Once Symphony punched it, it sent a deadly electrical current. Artyom punched over Symphony, all angles were covered. "What?" The woman announced. Time seemed to move much slower than usual. "Didn't you notice? I used Symphony to punch the ground, sending an electric current and punched above. Now, you have a choice." Artyom explained quickly. "A choice of how you'll be defeated!"

"You didn't hear me, did you? I'm Arya Speedwagon! Prepare yourself!" Arya dropped to the floor and suffered an intense electrical shock. "What was that? What should I be preparing myself for?" Suddenly, Arya summoned her stand and wrapped it around Artyom's neck.

"That! I win!" She pulled with all her might, slowly puncturing his neck. Artyom's vision started to falter. Arya stood up and put her foot on top of Artyom's back. "You shouldn't talk like that unless you already have the fight wrapped up." She gave the whip a bit of slack and put all her weight into pulling it. "Say goodbye, Artyom-" "MUDA!" Arya felt something fly into the back of her head. "A-Aaron?" Artyom choked. Arya turned around to see the kid she had just sent into the sky, standing before her. "How?! How the hell are you alive?!" Arya shouted. The light from the hole above him blocked his eyes from view. "You didn't think to disable me before you threw me into the sky?" He said simply. Suddenly, everything clicked in Arya's head. "Y-you don't mean..."



"Yeah, it was surprisingly easy. I stabbed my sword into the roof of the plane and held on for dear life. And," Aaron raised his arm and his shield came flying back. "I saw the fight between you and Artyom." Arya shook with fear. She was through. "Nice job, Aaron!" Artyom choked. Arya glanced at him and pulled the whip tighter around his neck.

"Stop right there, Aaron! If you take another step closer, I'll- I'll kill him!" She shouted. Aaron raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Oh, yeah?" He sneered. "I'd like to see you try." Arya felt herself being backed into a corner and lost it. "Fine then! I will!" The gripped the whip until her knuckles were white. "Die, Artyom!" "MUDA!" Aaron shouted. Dry Hands threw his shield once more, hitting Arya in the back of the head and freeing Artyom. "You lose Arya," Aaron said as he stopped in front of her. "Now, I'll make you an offer, one that you can't refuse. We'll let you go, if, you tell whoever you're working for that we're dead." He said confidently. "F-fine. I will." Arya said shakily. "Good." Aaron immediately went to help Artyom, but something stopped him. It was Arya launching her whip at Aaron. "Ugh, you really are a bother." He rolled his eyes and summoned Dry Hands. The whip made a clanging sound against his shield. "I knew you'd do that. Now, time for some payback. Don't you think, Dry Hands?" He said to his stand. It growled in delight. "I'll turn your bones into that whip you use." Aaron stared at Arya and took a deep breath. "Dry Hands! MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!" With every slash, a speed line was quickly created and then dissipated. They suddenly all reappeared and made a star-like shape before blasting Arya back into a row of seats. Aaron used Dry Hands and picked up Artyom. Aaron put on the parachute vest under his seat and put one on Artyom too. "Aaron..." Artyom whispered. "Save her, she could be useful in killing the president." Aaron sighed and put Artyom down. "You can jump on your own, right?" He asked. Artyom nodded and shakily stood up. Artyom disappeared into the sky. Aaron picked up Arya with Dry hands and took a running start before jumping out of the plane. The plane had only made it halfway to their destination of Virginia, landing the group in Pennsylvania. In an abandoned house, somewhere in Northern Pennsylvania, around where the group was landing, someone was talking to someone via earpiece.



"I told you it'd be Simon!" A German woman shouted through the earpiece. "Why couldn't it have been Piquer?" Simon groaned. "Aaron and Artyom are strong and I might lose-wait. Who is Aaron carrying?"

"Watch yourself, Simon. Bring glory to your country!" A French man shouted. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Alright, I'm up. I'll update you all in a bit!" "Simon has left the call." A robotic voice announced. "And the new bot for our calls works smoothly." The German woman said smugly. "I just hope that Simon's alright, not for his sake, but for Aaron. He wouldn't want to fight me. Especially now with my new invention." The German woman cackled like an evil scientist. Which she was.