Now, for something completely different from the rest of my fanfiction! Hope someone out there likes this...
I don't own Runaways! end /AN/
Molly frowned in concentration. It seemed there would be no way out this time... No retreat, no reinforcments, no Hail Mary passes. She was severely outnumbered and completely cornered.
Victor chuckled maliciously. "And it seems our chase has finally come to an end, doesn't it? I'm going to squash you like a bug!"
Molly scowled. "Vic! How can you do this to me?! After all we've been through! We're teammates, Vic! Doesn't that mean anything anymore?!"
Victor raised an eyebrow, looking back at her skeptically. "Like you wouldn't do the exact same thing to me if our roles were reversed!" Molly glared back. "I so would not! Because I actually have a conscience, Victor!"
Victor laughed at that so hard it looked like he would fall down. He wiped his eyes. "You always were a funny one, Molly. Now, I'm afraid it's time for you to cash in your chips! Prepare to die!"
"Nooooo!" Molly howled as Victor knocked her king over, laughing like an evil warlord. Nico looked up from her magazine, rolling her eyes. "Guys, can you keep it down? It's just chess."
"Oh, come on! I want a rematch, I was so close!" Molly whined, while Victor shook his head. "Nope. Bedtime!"
Molly continued to whine as Victor cleaned up, but finally did head for the bathroom, claiming dibs. Victor chuckled and put away the chess set, heading for his own room.
Nico just shook her head. "I swear I'll never understand them..."
/AN/ Well, I hope that was satifactory... Maybe even short and sweet? Please review if you liked it!