"Kelly? What are you doing here?" Kan asks. "Well, I knew you guys were going to the airport, so I went by to steal my car back and ran into Nero," Kelly says. "I figured I'd help save you, to try and make up for the whole attempted murder thing." "Thanks, I guess?" Kan says. Sydney Young leaps out of the greased part of the tarmac. His clothes are completely soaked, as much in blood as in rain. He fires a quill at the white convertible speeding away; it comes up short. Johana looks out the back of the convertible, at the cruel man raving in the rain. Then she notices it, something floating in the air, pushed back and forth by opposing winds. A black cap with a gold star, her only memento of her father. Johana's suitcase was destroyed when the plane crashed. But, my some small twist of fate, the hat survived. Set free of its suitcase, the cap twirls through the air. Johana looks at Young again. He's a man who lives only to spread pain and suffering, a man who will never stop killing as long as he draws breath. Johana clenches her fists and finally decides to stop running. She leaps out of the car, using Hamon and her Stand to amplify the strength of her jump. At the top of her arc, Johana snatches her father's cap out of the sky and places it on her head as she lands. "I hate fighting and Stands and violence," Johana shouts through the rain. "Most of all, I hate watching people die. I ran away from home, not because I hated my family, but because I knew I would see each and every one of them die if I stuck around. But I've realized that there's something out there I hate more than watching people die: people like you." "I don't know if this is what my father thought his duty was, but it's a duty I shall begrudgingly take. As long as people like you exist, people who live only to kill and cause pain, I will swallow my fears and fight. No one else is ever going to die so you can get your goddamn rush, Sydney," Johana shouts. Johana's Stand appears behind her and roars. It slams its fists together as its revolver bracers spin up and create that jet engine roar. "This is my Stand, the Stand passed down by my sister and awakened by my rage," Johana screams. "This is my Twisted Sister, the Stand that will defeat you!" Johana and Young charge at each other, Twisted Sister and Thunderstruck floating behind them. Thunderstruck fires a volley of quills at Johana. "ORA ORA ORA ORA!" Johana shouts as Twisted Sister punches the air before her, creating a swirling gust of wind that knocks the quills off course. Young fires three quills at Johana's feet. Johana dodges by leaping into the air. Young follows, using his overcharged muscles to send himself flying at Johana. Johana jerks her head back just in time to avoid being kneed in the face. Her Stand slams its fist into Young's mouth, knocking out a mouthful of teeth. Thunderstruck fires a quill into Johana's shoulder. A bolt of lightning begins shooting down from the clouds. Twisted Sister slams its hand on Johana's Shoulder, knocking the quill out and sending it rocketing down to the tarmac. Twisted Sister grabs Young's ankle and spins around. Its foot meets Thunderstruck's chest. Twisted Sister kicks off Thunderstruck's stomach and shoots towards the ground, chasing the quill and followed by the bolt of lightning. The bolt tears through Thunderstruck as Twisted Sister slams Young into the ground, right on top of the quill. Johana jumps out of the way just in time to dodge the lightning bolt. Young isn't so lucky. The lightning bolt crashes down into his chest and bounces between the quills in his body, completely destroying him. Sydney Young - Age 33 - Annihilated Johana stands over her felled foe and catches her breath. The quiet girl running from her past she was a mere day ago is gone. What stands in her places is something different, a woman reforged by the flames of battle. Her purple raincoat and twisted blue braids flap in the wind. Bandages are wrapped around her fists like exercise tape. A black cap sits on her head, emblazoned with a star that matches the one on her shoulder. Her name is Johana Joestar, wielder of the Stand Twisted Sister. The convertible pulls up beside her. Nero, Kan, and even Kelly run up to see if she's okay. "I've decided I'm not going to run anymore," she says. "Woodstock, his Stand Users, the police, even Leadbelly, I'll take each of them as they come. If the Stand Users of London are going to fight, then I'll be the last one standing. This path before me will be long and full of bloodshed. I'll understand if you guys would like to leave-" "I'll follow you anywhere you go," Kan says. "I owe you for sparing me, it would be wrong to ditch you," Kelly says. "Johana, it is my fault that you became involved in this mess. I would be a monster if I abandoned you," Nero says. Johana hops into the backseat of the convertible. "Let's get out of here, the cops'll be here soon and I don't feel like telling Inspector Sting that I actually killed this one," she says. The quartet drive off towards their destiny. STAND STATS Name: Twisted Sister Dub Name: Twisted Destiny User: Johana Joestar Namesake: "Twisted Sister" (American Heavy Metal Band) Appearance: Twisted Sister is tall and thin, with mechanical joints and iron skin. Its skin is covered in scratches and rust. It wears a pair of triangular sunglasses that cover its golden eyes. A mohawk made of red spikes covers the Stand's head. Dozens of metal rods poke out of the Stand's back. Red bands, like the cylinders of a revolver, cover the Stand's wrists. Abilities: By spinning its wrist gauntlets, Twisted Sister is able to generate rotational energy and send it into objects it touches with its hands. Using this energy, Johana is able to make objects spin. At higher speeds, the rotational energy is enough to tear objects and living beings apart. In addition, Johana is capable of making ropes bundle up and thrown objects boomerang back. Stats: Power-A, Speed-A, Range: D, Durability-C, Precision-B, Potential-C To be Continued in Chapter 20: Interlude