Nightmare

Prolouge:

Clouds grew in the sky above a castle over-looking a near by stream. The clouds rumbled as if angry, a storm would be upon them soon. A thunderclap broke out and it was followed by more violent thunderclaps. Lightening streaked across the sky and struck the ground like a gun shot from the heavens. Inside was Spat, the hamster to be feared, the hamster who hates all love and seeks to destroy it. At least he used to be a threat, now nearly a month after the incident (The game Ham-ham Heart break) he is as feared as night light.

Spat paced around his throne grumbling to himself about what he was to do. He was falling in a deep depression ever since Hamtaro and Bijou's triumph over him. No hamster feared him now, they all knew his face, they all knew his name and they all knew his tricks.

Spat though to himself'Maybe I should quit now, try to change my ways, oh what the heck am I thinking? 'Change' my ways? What an idiotic idea! I could always move to another town, no, no, that won't work either, I could never just leave Spat Tower, not when I've invested my life into it.'

"Stupid Hamtaro! Stupid Bijou! Stupid Harmony!" Spat shouted out to the world, a thundercrack clapped again. "I'm a wash out because of them, I can't even show my face in public without a battalion of hamsters breathing down my neck! Ptpth! Ptpth!" He pattered over to where he kept his pitchfork, a stand beside his throne so that it was in easy reach.

Another clap of thunder was heard the flashes of lightening stirred fear in anyone who heard it. A door creaked, it sounded like the main door, Spat spun around with a growl expecting to see Harmony as an unwelcome vistor, there to try and 'save' him. Instead a black hamster was seen, sporting a evil grin on his face, he had bat wings just like Spat, but they were larger, much larger.

"Who are you? Ptpth." Spat growled with distrust, "Why do you come to my palace UN-invited?!?"

"Pretty nice pad you got here," the black hamster growled. "They call me Nightmare, and I here to gain my rightful place."

"Rightful place? Ptpth! The only rightful place anyone who dares enter my home is out in the pouring rain. State your business and leave!" Spat growled unhappily.

"Spat you've got it all wrong, I'm here to replace you," Nightmare snickered drawing closer to Spat.

"Re-re-replace me?" Spat repeated his words, shocked. "What do you mean replace me, ptpth?"

"Frankly, Spat you've lost your touch, now I've come to fill in the holes in our plan you've dug." Nightmare growled in anger, "The boss isn't happy, and he needs a hamster like me to finish the job! So I'm taking everything from you; your castle, your life, and your magic trident thingie."

"It's a pitchfork, that's one, ptpth, and two, you don't honestly think I'm stepping down from my position do ya? And what boss are you talking about?" Spat growled grabbing his pitchfork and aiming it at Nightmare.

"I don't have the patience or the time to explain it to you!" Nightmare hisses taking to the sky. He flew to Spat and dived down upon him like a hawk. Knocking Spat over onto the ground. He grabbed Spat's pitchfork and attempted to free Spat of it, but Spat wasn't going to let go without a fight.

The two wrestled on the ground biting and scraching each other vicously. Nightmare punched Spat in the stomach making Spat wail in pain, then he yanked to pitchfork from Spat's paws. Nightmare kicked Spat back down as he tried to get up, and punched him when Spat tried to swipe his pitchfork back.

Finally fed up with Spat petty fight, Nightmare swung the pitchfork and hit Spat in the face. Knocking him down for the count, or so it seemed. Nightmare grinned triumphly, and stepped on Spat making him yelp in pain.

"Let it be known that I, Nightmare, lord of darkness, have defeated the great Spat, the hater of love!" Nightmare laughed out evilly. Spat's anger grew to fever pitch, and he flipped the black hamster off him and threw him against a wall.

"Take that! You so-called lord of darkness!" Spat laughed triumphly. He stomped over to Nightmare who sat there slightly dazed at what just happened. Spat took back his prized weapon and scoffed at Nightmare, "Ptpth!"

Suddenly just as Spat was walking away an orange blast from out of nowhere hit Spat from behind. It was so powerful it knocked down Spat and his pitchfork. Spat gazed around dizzily as he tried to regain the feeling in his limbs. If he could only reach his pitchfork to defend himself, but Spat's limbs won't respond they felt numb. An orange hamster (no not hamtaro) walked over to Spat and grabbed his pitch fork.

"No one denies my son his right place!" growled the hamster.

"Dad, I could have just took care of it!" Nightmare said with a whiney voice.

"Shut up, whelp, you've got the fork thingie don't you? So keep your mouth shut," the father growled looking at Spat.

"What should we do with the body?" Nightmare said quizzitivly.

"Body?…I…I'm…not dead," Spat grumbled uncomfortably.

"I'll take care of it, son," the orange hamster said looking mischieviously at the unmoving Spat. "I'll take care of every thing."

(ooh! poor Spat! Don't worry I would never kill him off. Please Review!)