My imaginary little brother is awesome!  

That's a cool title, CL! I may use it. I was also considering The Forbiddens or Forbidden or By Any Other Name.

Anydoodle:

Part 17~

It had been four weeks since Peter, Somebody, Booksy, Saint, and Balea had begun to form their plan, and still Somebody hadn't put it into action until just now.

Peter had been annoyed by this to no end, but now that their plan was finally in effect, he hesitated.

The Cure was the key. He didn't know if he wanted that key, or whether he wanted to fling it down a gutter into the sewers and watch it rot into nothing.

The girls assured him that Somebody would be okay. He hoped so.

Somebody had managed to steal a single vial of the Cure while disguised as an agent of the True Guard. It was a transparent liquid that seemed to hover inside the tube. As she prepared it for injection, she too hesitated.

Peter nodded to her silently as she prepared; Saint scowled with determination, Booksy gnawed at her lip, and Balea fingered her now-two-feet-long hair. 

Somebody slowly injected herself. She winced in pain, and Peter resisted the urge to run to her.

As the liquid went into the skin above her True Name, the skin of her wrist seemed to be pulled taut. She slowly pulled what at first appeared to be blood out of her wrist, but Peter soon realized was bright purple. Her True Name vanished from her right wrist like invisible ink.

As Booksy had called it, it was "the very essence of her True Name".

Saint took the syringe as Peter gingerly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. It felt odd, knowing there would soon be an extra True Name there.

Saint looked towards Booksy. "You're sure this won't-"

"Yes," Booksy said, kneading her hands. Saint pushed the needle into the blank surface of Peter's left wrist.

Spots of pain floated across his vision; he fell to his knees. The shouts of the girls faded into the background as his vision turned white-

Peter woke in a field of pure white. There was no temperature; no sound but the beating of his heart and the slow bellow of his breath on silent wind.

"You must be Peter," someone said.

He whirled to see a girl standing behind him. She had shimmering red locks and a dust of freckles.

"Y-yes," he said, "and you-"

"Catherine," she said, "in your part of reality, you know me as Curio."

Peter backed away rapidly and she faded. He bumped into something and whirled. She was now standing behind him.

"Go away!" he shouted, "You're evil!"

"As you know me, yes," she said sadly, "I fear that in this Universe, I am... not one of the good guys." she finished.

Peter's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Curio sighed. "Peter," she said, "you're so young. When the time is right, you'll know what to do with this."

She handed him a small vial of prismatic fluid that appeared to have the same consistency as a True Name in a syringe.

"Your time is one of countless others," Curio said, smiling sadly, "and soon you will be-"

The white field faded into nothing as she spoke the last words.

Peter woke up and gasped. Somebody sobbed in relief, while the others looked on in shock.

"What's wrong?" he asked, frightened.

"What's wrong? Peter, you stopped breathing!" Balea was almost shouting.

"It worked," Saint said, relieved, "it worked and he's okay."

Somebody wiped her tears and smiled. "I'm so glad you're alive," she said.

Peter smiled at her, then frowned. He felt a strange, hard, cylindrical object in his back pocket...

"What's wrong, Petey?" Somebody asked, concerned.

"N-nothing," he said.

He looked at his right wrist. As always, it said Phoenix.

He looked at his left, slowly pulling back the sleeve.

It felt alien, wrong. He wanted to scratch the name off of his skin and return it to his sister.

On his left wrist was another True Name: Somebody. 

when will Whiz Kids show?

Good luck! We shall await the wonderous return of the story!