Pain pressed play on his CD player and snapped his fingers in the air. He danced to the beat of his favourite song, jumping in the air and belting out the lyrics.
"Pain. Pain." Panic whispered as he scurried into the living room.
"What do you want now?"
"I heard a sound outside! Do you think it could be Hades?" said Panic.
"No." Pain said. "He knows we don't work for him anymore."
Pain poked him head into the warm summer air and saw two neighbourhood kids skulking around the trash cans. He went inside and cranked up the song Twisted Nerve as loud as it would go. Panic was nervously tapping his fingers together and Pain grinned at him. You might as well have a good soundtrack when terrorizing the neighbours.