A/N: I’d like to thank all the people who’ve reviewed thus far. That includes the compliments, the suggestions, and the constructive criticism, all of it. Without it, I doubt I would have tried to write this one so fast. For that though, I am partially sorry, since I feel that my quality might suffer when I write things like this, but I do enjoy being consistent. Now, like last time, I would very much appreciate all your suggestions, so give me whatever you’ve got. This time though, I’d also like anyone reading to try to spot whatever typos I may have left in this from not reading it over, or anything that I greatly need to fix. It’d be very appreciated. ~VLU
As opposed the beautiful vistas of her Vancouver penthouse, Doctor Drakkens geothermal lair built into the side of Mount Kilauea was a humbling sight for its malicious visage alone. It had been built low on the volcanos side, between the cone and the ocean, where the only landmarks were rocks that had overlapped each other, forming odd patterns like that of melting rubber. The lair had a similar motif on the outside as well, looking much like the lava had poured over the ground, then raised up like a ramp, before dripping down the edge of a otherwise metallic black building. The outside had only a single door on it, which lead all of three feet before terminating into a sulfur vent.