A/N Hi this is my first fanfic EVER. I'm so excited to finally put it up, please don't flame. Errrrr…that's it I guess. No warnings except for some-ish violence. Not really any pairings either, just a weird oneshot that kept going through my head. Enjoy! (please)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot(unfortunately)

She had been lurking in the darkness for a long time now, among the lost, forgotten things. Waiting, just waiting. For that perfect opportunity that she knew was approaching, closer and closer. She heard footsteps and knew the time was near. When the door opened she shrank back further into the darkness, still waiting for the moment when her victim's back would turn. And then she would strike.

Gilbert blinked. He could have sworn that he saw the glint of green eyes in the hall closet. No, that was nonsense. How could someone have managed to break into his awesome house? "WHERE ARE MY SHOES?" he turned and yelled, before remembering that the house was empty except for him. "Hah. It's because no-one else is awesome enough to live here." He muttered to himself, not knowing that she had been planning this revenge for many weeks and everyone else had known better than to be anywhere near him when it was carried out.

Turning, he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but was too slow to react. –CLANG—he met head on with the frying pan he had become far too familiar with over the course of many years. As he blacked out, he heard the malicious cackle that he knew all too well.

Elizaveta smirked. Mission accomplished, for now at least. And now she had to get the dent removed from her frying pan. Again. "Oh well, it was worth it to see the look of shock on his face. Again." She thought to herself. She couldn't remember what it was that he had done this time to deserve it, but she remembered that it was for something. And that's what matters. She would probably end up having to do this again. She sighed. Oh well, she was beginning to have to think out new places to jump from and whack im. He was beginning to expect her attacks. She looked down at Gilbert, still blacked out on his own hallway carpet, and pushed him into the closet she had just jumped out of. Then she shut the door and locked it with the key she had 'borrowed' from the kitchen table. Someone would find him…..eventually.

A/N So thats it! Please review and tell me how I did!