It didn't take Candi long to find trouble in town! An unusually well-dressed thug showed up, holding a woman against the wall.

Tristen: "Shoot me! I won't change my mind! You won't get a thing!!!"



Amin: "This is your last chance! Comply, or die, I say!!!"



Amin never saw it coming! Candi didn't waste time; she just leapt. Her centilegs burst out immediately. He had to be stopped!



Candi fought ruthlessly, until the gun was missing from Amin's hands. He had clearly suffered too much from the stings, and passed out. It was a crude maneuver, but at least he was alive...and so was Tristen.

Tristen: "Oh my..."

Candi: "Relax! He's not dead! I'll leave that for the judge!"



Candi retracted her centilegs slowly, so as not to startle the already-shocked Tristen.

Candi: "No injuries?"

Tristen: "No. But whatever the heck you just did, that's creepy!"

Candi: "I am the city's centipede guardian. Before he wakes up, make sure you inform the police that he has a gun!"

Tristen: "Sure...whatever...just get out of here!"



Candi: "No problem!"

She leapt into the air quickly, and with a few whisps of her centilegs, was back on the roof again.



Who was that freakish girl that Tristen had just scared off? And without her, how was she to explain anything to the police? After all...the girl was wearing a mask.



Tristen didn't make good on her promise. Amin would wake up without the gun and with Tristen gone.

There weren't any witnesses to the events, and neither Candi nor Tristen felt like the trouble. Amin would be picked up by guards for loitering. In the mean time, Candi thought she'd try her hand at something fun that evening.

Without removing her mask, she entered the skating rink whereupon she had recently made a daring rescue. Entry fees were paltry, so she decided to give it a shot.



A woman looking similar to Tristen was on the roller rink: Amy Goldman, the unmatched master of the floor!



Candi was soon greeted by a very enthusiastic stranger.

Ed: "Hi! Name's Eddie! I'm very close to the guys that run this joint!"

Candi: "Hi Ed...I'm...not supposed to say who I am."

Ed: "That mask is hot!"

Candi: "Nice you think of it that way!"



Ed: "I'm gettin' you in the groove pretty quickly!"

Candi: "Yeah, I know! But these moves are awfully suggestive, don't you think? Say...I really don't know you...so, could you lay off a bit?"



Ed: "You'll loosen up! Say, you see Amy out there?"

Candi: "Who's Amy?"

Ed: "That girl that thinks she's all that! Out there! Tell you what...I have a prize waiting for whomever wins the contest!"

Candi was on guard. She didn't need to worry about money. And this guy wanted to give her a prize? But she decided to go along with it, lest he catch on that she was alarmed.

Candi: "Contest?"



Ed: "Pretty soon, the DJ's gonna announce it! When the roller ball comes out...well...few survive the roller ball!"

Candi: "What???"

Ed: "Get inside the Ball of Doom...and give us a better show than what Amy can!!!"

Candi: "Oh...all right."

Ed: "Say...got at least a stage name?"

Candi: "Why?"

Ed: "Everyone has one!"

Candi: "Er...the Orange Centipede."

Ed: "Vigilante Centipede! We'll call it a deal!"



Ed: "Trevor!"

Trevor: "Yes?"

Ed: "Be ready in the back! You know what to do!"



Ed: "Everybody out there!!!"

The house suddenly fell silent, and Ed took to the floor.

Ed: "We would like all of you to get ready! It's that time of year in Viron; and now, Amy the Amp has a contender!"



There were mixed reactions in the club, as not everyone there was a fan of Amy's.

Claire: "Let her have it! I'm scarier than that centipede wench! But if she can top Amy, sure thing!"



The contest continued to rile itself up, and Candi didn't quite know why she was being so easily thrown into it. All she knew is that all eyes were now on the mysterious centipede that had dropped from the sky.

Candi: "Wait...what do I do?"

Cale: "Just hang on for dear life, that's what!"



Candi: "Hovering? Nobody said anything about hovering!"

Cale: "Well...that means you're new to town!"

Candi decided to put her apprehension about the spinning behind. After all...she was the human centipede! But she was concerned about Eddie. Instincts told her he was up to no good.



Amy: "Any day, anywhere, any time! No ditz in a centipede suit is going to steal my thunder!"



Ed: "Trevor...back so soon! Got the darts?"

Trevor: "Yeah!"

Ed: "This is our chance! Once those things are in their systems, they'll be down for the count!"

Trevor: "For cad sakes, Ed, you're gonna get yourself sick the way you go at 'em!"

Ed: "Yeah. But I like to break the rules! You're a wuss!"

Trevor: "Ain't nothin' wrong with a little respect!"

Ed: "Just shut up and get ready!"