"Hey Golan! I have found the weapon that you will use to destroy this dimension! I present to you the sword that I found in the schools basement!" Dylan said as she held up a bright blue sword that seemed to drip water. Golan sat up to see what she was holding before him. He laid back down.

"I already tried to use that last month." Golan said. "And besides I heard that Keith is going to have his twenty-fifth birthday party there and I don't want to miss that."

"GOD DAMMIT GOLAN! I have been the only one trying to murder, pillage, or even torture anything for the last two years and the only thing you do is by accident!" Dylan screams at Golan.

"Whoa there kiddo, those are fighting words! Now leave me to my sleep or I'll kill you or something." He said waving off his nineteen year old acolyte.

"Not this time!" Dylan said as she jumped on his belly that had gotten surprisingly smaller than when he first came to their world. "Today we are going to do something to raise your popularity and if you don't I will use the tome to send you back to your dimension!" Dylan said threateningly while inching closer to his face. "And you remember what it was like last year." Dylan said in a whisper.

"Fine kiddo, you know I never noticed how much easier it is to sit up now." Golan said getting up from Dylan's bed. "Also why was it that you never sleep in the bed anymore? You stopped doing it like four years ago." Golan asked.

"That's a secret, now come on we have to inflict terror on this stupid town." She said as she left Golan alone in the room.

"Stupid girl problems I suppose!" Golan said with his hands cupped around his mouth.

"This is it Golan everyone will remember how terrifying you really are, MOUHAHAHAHA." Dylan said at the middle of the street.

"Yeah like they're going to be intimidated by a nineteen year old that can't read."

"What did you say?!" Dylan yelled turning around. "It doesn't matter all that matters is that people die today, do you understand that? You. Have. To. Kill. People."

"Yeah I understand that, but wouldn't you be more interested in guys at this age? I'm just saying, wouldn't it make sense for you to go after guys just a little bit?" Golan questioned.

"Golan you assume that I am just a stereotypical frilly girl teen, but you should know by now that my purpose is to serve you and cause death and destruction among this pitiful world!" Dylan said putting her hands in the air. Golan was paying attention but was looking at something in the distance.

"Yeah, then go over there and handle that human over there." Golan said with a smirk.

"If it will please you master." Dylan said very happy to be ordered to get rid of a poor sap of a human simply sitting on a bench. She started walking over to the human ready to lay whatever punishment she wanted to on this stranger. She was so happy she didn't notice that under her feet were little craters that spread an inch or so away from her feet. Golan noticed and started to worry a bit.

"Oh fuck, this might not have been the best idea." Golan said with a shake in his voice. "OK Golan you've been doing the same spell for years now you can put a little more energy in this time just let her kill him, you can do this." he spoke to himself for encouragement.

"Stand up if you want an honourable death." Dylan said standing tall above the blond human with his head to the ground. He began to look up very happily with a stupid smile on his face.

"That voice! Dylan is that you?!" he said standing up very quickly from his original position. "I haven't seen you in years! Oh my god this is great!" This sent Dylan backwards a few steps, a little scared of the reaction but quickly regained her footing.

"And who exactly are you to be happy to see me?" Dylan said even though she thought she knew this person well and was kind of felt like she should remember something about this.

"What?" Hearing her say this made him become a little less happy and give a sad smile. "Maybe I should introduce myself just like the first time we met." He said as he backed up a step and grabbed something out of his pocket.

"If it would make it happier for me to kill you after you introduced yourself by all means, go ahead." Dylan said now with almost a quiver in her voice as a few tears started to build up from not knowing who this person was.

"Okay, you ready?" He asked. She nodded. "Okay lets see if you remember this." his voice seemed to stop abruptly. After a second he spoke.

"HI MY NAME IS SWINGLY I CAN HOLD MY BREATH AND DRAW THE UNITED STATES BY MEMORY, WANNA SEE?!" He yelled. Golan in the distance heard this.

"Oh fuck, I really need to put a lot of energy into this spell now." Golan said starting to fall and starting to cast an incantation.

"I- I strongly doubt that.. you can do that." Dylan tried to hide the stutter in her voice but it was too obvious, especially since tears were starting to flow.

Swingly started to hold his breath and draw the united states with a green crayon on his stomach. Something about this seemed so familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. After a few moments of this Swingly fell down almost passed out.

Dylan didn't know why she started to say she didn't even know what she was saying. "Bad-ass." With that she remembered.

Nothing, she remembered nothing about this even though she wanted too, she could feel like she almost had it the memory of whoever this was and why he was important.

"Heh, you're pretty cool but I have to kill you nonetheless. Understand if I could save someone it would be you." Dylan said even though she didn't want to, she wanted to kill everyone, to serve Golan, right?

"This wouldn't be the first time you killed me." Swingly said with a smile on his face.

And with that Dylan did a quick incantation and made her right arm about twenty times the original size. With one quick motion she brought her arm down and crushed the ground where the boy was. Golan; having seen this, began to lift the spell he was casting so strongly but just enough that the effects stayed.

"Well how was that kiddo? You really took your time with him, did he say something?" Golan said without worry in his voice. Dylan just walked by with her now giant hand trailing behind her creating it's own trail pushing up gravel.

"Lets just go home, you can rest if you want, I heard that New 'American Food History of Old Present Day Discoveries in Science' had a new season premiere tonight." She said while walking away from Golan.

"Yeah but kiddo, that's tonight and it's afternoon right now. And don't you want to go and release some energy like you wanted?" Golan asked the seemingly unresponsive Dylan that stopped in the middle of the road. After almost half a minute of just standing there she finally responded.

"No, lets just go home Golan." She said obviously irritating Golan.

"Fine! But you dragged me out here just so you could kill only one human when you were wanting to destroy the entire neighborhood! So, if were going home were racing!" Golan yelled obviously peaking Dylan's interest.

"Fine." Dylan said with a smirk. "But I'm going to win." She said kneeling down to touch the ground with her hands.

"Three."

"Two."

"One!"

And with that Dylan said jumping forward and falling to the ground running much faster than what Golan was expecting and caught him off guard. Golan tried to catch up with her but the closest he got was a block away from her.

"Damn her, what has she been eating, I need to go on a diet of what she's having." Golan was caught off guard once again as he heard a loud shock-wave or even an explosion he couldn't tell until he saw repetitive craters on the ground. He looked over to where Dylan was and saw that the sounds and craters were being caused by her large arm smashing against the ground. "NO MAGIC IN RACES!" He yelled out to his opponent.

"ITS YOUR HANDICAP!" She yelled back obviously enjoying the competition between her and her master.

Back at the house Dylan was patiently waiting for Golan at her houses front door. She was completely fine with no problems; other than her massive arm not having a proper place to rest, while Golan was just reaching the door with heavy breathing.

"Just getting here are you? You used to be faster, but then you decided to not try to destroy the world." Dylan said sarcastically.

"How did you get so fast kid?" Golan said falling down at the steps.

"Outrunning the cops for a few years, oh and also having a magic gem crushed and sprinkled on me."

"Wait that's what those rocks were?! But you said you wanted the feeling of rock dust in your eyes." Golan said remembering a couple of years ago when Dylan to crush rocks and throw their remains in her eyes.

"Yeah well anyway you should go watch some TV." Dylan said causing Golan to get excited about watching mindless dribble and walking inside only to fall on the sofa. "I am going to clean our room, are you okay with that?"

"Yeah do whatever." Golan said brushing her off.

Walking through the hallway is awkward for Dylan and that's mainly why she only comes in to get Golan. It's awkward because her mother is almost a complete vegetable due to what she did. She almost killed her when she was denied to go her school when it was a day off, she just wanted to go so she could plant land mines. During that argument she almost killed her mother but the upside was that she doesn't interfere with Dylan's plans.

When Dylan reaches her room or maybe it should be called Golan's room because she doesn't really go in there to sleep anymore. She goes over to the bed; that has been suppressed in the middle with springs popping out of it from years of wear and tear, she sits down and stares at her arm contemplating something that seems to be quite heavy on her mind. After minutes of just sitting there sitting there her arm begins to shrink greatly in size becoming too small to hold what it was holding before. It was the person that she was going to kill along with some gravel that she picked up by accident. He was pretty beaten up having bruises and cuts around his body but conscious nonetheless.

"Not exactly the first time I've been crushed, but it is the first time by a giant hand." Swingly said with a chuckle even though he had multiple injuries.

"What is with you?!" Dylan screamed. "How in the world could you be laughing; although I would be doing the same thing but my situation is different, you almost died!"

"So? I have died before about twice before, yet again you were there." Swingly said sitting up holding his right arm that had lots of blood coming out of it.

"Stop saying that like we have some sort of wonderful history together where we went on adventures like on television, I don't know you!"

"Then why did you let me live?" Swingly asked looking straight into Dylan's eyes. "You could have killed me like I'm just another pawn."

"Well I- um..." Dylan gained a blush as she couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, having him stare into her eyes was unnerving also the only time this ever happens is when Golan is staring her down for dominance. "Well you're the first guy that talked to me in a long time, yeah t-that's totally why."

"Really? Well then I guess the guys that you talk to nowadays aren't very nice." Swingly said looking a little irritated by her comment just not towards her. "What about McKenzie?"

"Saying that name was a mistake." Dylan said with pure hate in her eyes holding a sword up to Swingly's face only an inch away from his face.

"Have you killed her yet?" Swingly said not having budged an inch from her actions. "I remember that you hated her with a passion."

Dylan lowered her sword and was kind of freaked out by how calm he was around her, doesn't he know that he should tremble before her. "No, no I haven't."

"Oh should we go over now and kill her?" This did freak her out, someone she just met seemed to be in sync with what she wanted, she couldn't explain it.

"Tell me first." Dylan began stopping him from continuing. "Who are you and how do you know me?"

"Oh that is an easy question for me to answer, I was afraid you were going to give me a math question." Swingly said as he turned around and lifted up his shirt while Dylan watched. She felt very uncomfortable watching him practically strip in front of her. As he lifted his shirt she could tell that he wasn't some skinny that just sits there, it seemed like from his back he was someone that tried to stay in shape. He lifted his shirt to reveal the symbol of Golan on his back, it was in the place most people can't scratch.

"When did you, how did you?" Dylan said muttering her words.

"I got this about seven years ago, from you." Swingly said causing Dylan to become even more confused. "You brought me in here so that I could join 'the cult of Golan' as you used to call it. You were pretty cute so I joined, you used to love being called cute even though you said you hated it you always asked whether or not you were prettier than McKenzie."

"Stop talking." Dylan said but unfortunately he didn't hear her so he continued.

"Golan hated my guts though, always pushed me over to you whenever he had the chance, but now that I think about it he might have been playing matchmaker.

"Shut up you idiot!" Dylan yelled at him, this caused him to turn around and act like a dog as if he enjoyed her yelling at him. "This is too weird, how in the world would I not remember that? The only way I couldn't remember is if none of what you're saying is true."

"Oh, I can assure you that it's true. Here-" He said as he grabbed Dylan's arm and started pulling toward the door. "We can just go ask Golan."

"I have a better idea than that if you're telling the truth." Dylan said as she resisted being pulled and instead brought him closer to her mouth as to whisper to him. "~~~~~~~~~~"

"That would never work, what if he asks questions? We should just go in head first and be direct." Swingly said in protest of Dylan's plan.

"Don't worry I have a plan for any questions he may have but yet again he is lazy and might not ask any questions."

"Hey Golan do you know a kid named Swingly?!" Dylan yelled from the railing of the stairs.

"Huh?" Golan said surprised by the sudden question. "Yeah, of course I do what kind of stupid question is that?" Golan said as if an automatic response.

"Never mind, thanks!" Dylan said as she ran back to the room.

"Stupid kid why wouldn't I know Swing-" Golan stopped talking as his eyes grew wider. "Did she say Swingly?! Oh fuck me!"

"What's the matter Golan?" Dylan said as she ran back out of the room to check on her god-lord. "I heard you scream is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong kiddo, but did you say Swingly?" Golan asked.

"Yeah is something the matter with that?" Dylan answered.

"WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT NAME?!" Golan screamed walking closer to Dylan with every word.

"It was the name of that kid I killed earlier, why?" Dylan lied.

"You killed him?"

"Yeah."

"Never mind false alarm." Golan told Dylan. "It's just that Swingly is the name of one of my mortal enemies and if he found his way here there would be an epic battle that would most likely take out all television." Golan said lying through his teeth.

"Whoa, really?!" Dylan said with fake excitement knowing when he was lying. "If that's true then I will kill anyone with that name! FOR GOLAN!"

"That's the spirit kiddo now go back to whatever you were doing I have TV to watch." Golan said brushing Dylan aside.

"Well did he know me?" Swingly asked with great enthusiasm in his voice.

"Yes he knew you." Dylan said with a sigh. She turned around to see Swingly doing a upside down handstand with his head on her bed. Seeing this freaked her out a little but then she noticed something. "What happened to all your wounds?! You almost had a broken arm earlier?! How in the world of fucking anal hell are you doing that and not getting hurt?!" Dylan screamed in a panic with questions pouring out of her one after the other.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, I heal very fast another reason that you liked to use me as a human shield." Swingly said to a panicked Dylan that wasn't understanding what she was seeing. He started to get her to calm down when he thought it was a good time to joke. "You know I actually remember out first time anal." He said jokingly. This caused a strange game of tag between Dylan and Swingly as Dylan started to try to crush Swingly with murderous intent in her eyes. "It was just a joke! Just a joke I swear." Swingly said laughing at how Dylan was missing him with every blow. Hearing this calmed her down and made her stop her frantic attack. He looked at he dead in the eye from the corner of the room.

"Everything else it true though, right?" Dylan asked with all seriousness in her voice, she could tell that with the look he was giving her was one of total truth.

"Everything else is true I promise." Swingly said making Dylan sigh. "But I actually do not remember if we did do anal."

CRASH!

"Tag you're it." Dylan said.