Outside the town hall, long lines of people that formed outside the town hall. It was the day of the election and after the events of the campaign festival, everyone had basically had their minds set on who they were voting for.
Meanwhile from the shadows, the Skinwalkers hid and observed from alleyways. They couldn't wait for what was about to go down.
Above a roof, a trio of Skinwalkers observed the lines, looking for their targets.
They found them moments later, getting on line.
"Ah, there they are," one Skinwalker said. He turned towards his comrade. "Go tell the others."
The other Skinwalker nodded and scampered down the building. He snuck through the dark alleyways and climbed up another building.
"Look alive comrades!" the skinwalker announced. "Out targets have arrived."
"Finally!" One skinwalker stood up. "Let's get them!"
The skinwalkers scampered down the buildings, quickly and quietly sneaking through the empty alleyways. They peeked around a corner, catching sight of their targets: Gran'pa Ken and his grandsons.
The skinwalkers picked up some empty cans from the ground and threw them at Gran'pa Ken when he wasn't looking.
"Ow!" Gran'pa Ken yelped. He turned around. "Who did that?"
He walked into the alleyway to find the perpetrators. "Come out, you thugs." He raised his fists. "You're going to pay for throwing those cans at me!"
The Skinwalkers jumped down from the rooftops and landed on top of Ken. They held him down and beat him.
"Gran'pa!" Mordecai and Menard quickly ran to assist their grandfather, only to be subdued by the Skinwalkers.
In a matter of moments, the entire family was bound by their feet and wrists, gagged and unconscious. The Skinwalkers took a moment to marvel at their work, before carrying their captives away.
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The tree Moon Sisters were sitting around at the front of the town hall. The lines were getting shorter, but there was no sign of Gran'pa Ken or his grandsons.
"Where are they?" Avaron asked impatiently. They said they would meet us out here."
"Maybe the lines are holding them back?" Bella craned her neck forward to get a better look at the long, slow-moving lines. "They're rather long."
"Well, nothing we can do to speed up the pace." Imala scratched her eyelid. "We just have to wait."
Suddenly, a frightened scream pierced the air. The sisters' pointy ears jerked up with surprise and fear, as if they had been poked in their pressure points.
Everyone looked up to see a masked figure wearing a cloak, with their face covered by a mask. Some Skinwalkers walked up next to him, snarling and growling at the crowd below.
The sisters were shocked. Hadn't they just beaten back the Skinwalkers?
"But how...?" Imala asked.
The Masked One turned his cold gaze towards the sisters. He pointed a finger towards the sisters.
"Get them," he commanded the Skinwalkers.