AN: I've decided to continue this. Each chapter is going to be a different way for Dylan to die. I just like killing Dylan, okay? I had another sudden urge to kill Dylan today. Yes, I'm violent and have anger management issues. I probably need therapy…

Disclaimer: I don't own MR. *breaks down crying*

One thing Dylan had never expected to happen to him was getting killed by ninjas. And Dylan was a human-avian hybrid; he'd seen a lot of strange things in his short, pathetic life. He'd seen a man regrow a finger. He'd seen a girl heal a deep wound in a matter of seconds.

But black-clad ninjas who seemed to come straight out of a Japanese action movie? Never.

He'd always thought ninjas were pretty cool. How they moved silently. How they could blend into the shadows perfectly. How they made unnecessary noises when killing someone.

Yes, Dylan thought ninjas were pretty dang awesome.

But maybe his opinion of ninjas would change today.

Three men and a woman, all three of them dressed in black ninja suits, approached the large house in Colorado warily, hoping nobody would notice them. These people were professionals, and they were naturally stealthy. They knew how to keep quiet, how to stay inconspicuous and unnoticed.

Well, all of them except for one.

"I'm hungry. Can we stop to get some sushi?" one of the men asked. He was a bit…fatter than the others and didn't seem to be focused on the mission at all. Instead, he was picking his nose. His companions sincerely hoped he would wash his hands before he decided to eat anything.

"NO," the woman hissed. "We're on a mission here. A mission. We're not here to have fun."

"But I didn't ask for this. You people dragged me here!" the man protested.

"Well, deal with it," she retorted venomously.

The man sighed and his shoulders slumped in defeat. All he wanted to do was go home and watch TV. Maybe he shouldn't have even considered becoming a ninja as a possible career choice. It was too late to go back out now. Once a ninja took an oath to be a ninja, he or she was in for life. He wondered if he would still be a ninja when he was an old man with a beard. Hopefully not.

Lost in his thoughts, he had strayed far behind the other three. One of the other two men glared at him. "Get your ass over here. We can't wait for you forever!"

Yes, "Get your ass over here" is something a typical ninja would say.

The man who was behind hurried to catch up to the other three. He was sweaty. Black clothing was very impractical for such a hot day. Why must ninjas always wear black? Oh, wait. He had the answer to that. It just plain looked cool.

"So what's the plan?" he asked when he caught up. He was panting; running fast was not a talent of his. In fact, he was bad at anything a ninja would have to do regularly. The other three gave him disgusted looks.

"We've gone over this countless times. You weren't listening?" the woman asked. She was the one in charge here. The man started to open his mouth to answer, but the woman cut him off "Shut up," she said, "I don't want to know what you were doing when you were supposedly listening."

The man had an urge to say, "Your mom" as a joke, but he resisted. He didn't want to die.

When the man didn't answer, the woman rolled her eyes and continued. "We're going to wait until Dylan goes outside to fly. He has to come outside alone sometime. When he does, we're going to ambush him and…kill him." The woman rubbed her hands together evilly and there was a demented look in her eyes. The man backed away slightly. Well, he didn't want to make her mad.

"So what do we do now?" he asked.

"We stay here and wait." She gestured to a couple of trees. "Hide behind them," she instructed.

The men sighed. This woman was bossy, but they would have to put up with her. She was the best fighter in their group, as much as the men hated to admit it. So they headed over to the trees to start their long wait.

They hadn't even waited five minutes before the slightly fat man began to complain again. "I want sushi. Now!" As if to emphasize his last statement, his stomach growled. "See?"

"Shut the hell up!" the woman hissed back. She slapped his cheek hard. There was a red mark on the man's cheek where her hand made contact with it and the man pouted. He had just been slapped by a female.

Suddenly, something that looked like a teenager with wings on his back jumped out the window of the house. He started flapping his wings in a desperate attempt to stay aloft. He fell a few feet, but managed to rise again before he hit the ground. Oh, what a shame.

The woman smiled. "Time to die, Dylan," she whispered under her breath. There was obvious menace in her voice.

"So, he's flying… How are we supposed to catch him? We can't fly," one of the men asked.

"Wait for it…" she whispered. Dylan began dropping again, and this time, he seemed too tired to try to stay in the air. He landed, and the ninjas saw their chance to attack. "Dylan hasn't known how to fly for very long. He was bound to get tired eventually," the woman explained. She pulled a black piece of cloth over her face to hide it and took her sword out of its sheath. The three men mimicked her actions.

"Ready to kill someone?" she asked. The men nodded and prepared themselves.

The ninjas ran toward Dylan swiftly. He was sitting on the ground, tired. In minutes, they had him surrounded.

He looked at the black-clad figures in surprise. "You're ninjas! Have you come to take me to Ninja-land to become a ninja?" he asked, his eyes wide and innocent.

The woman growled. "NO! We're here to kill you!"

"Yeah!" the men yelled simultaneously. The woman glared at them.

"But I'm so awesome! Why would you kill me?" Dylan asked, looking like he was on the verge of tears.

"BECAUSE WE'RE VIOLENT AND HAVE ANGER ISSUES!" the woman yelled.

"Well…that's nice. Can I at least know your names?" he asked, trying to stall for time.

The woman glared at Dylan suspiciously, but then shrugged. "Ah, whatever. You're going to die anyway. I'm Sayaka."

"I'm Hisuku," one of the men said.

"I'm Seki," one of the other men said.

"I'm Bob!" the man who had previously wanted sushi said cheerfully.

The other ninjas looked at him. "I told you to change your name," Hisuku said.

Bob shrugged. "I like my name!" Bob said defensively.

Dylan looked at Bob, amused. "The other ninjas have cool names. And your name is…Bob." If he wasn't about to be killed, he would have burst out laughing.

Bob narrowed his eyes at Dylan. "Big mistake, Dylan," he hissed. Dylan widened his eyes a little. "No one makes fun of my name and lives!"

And before Dylan could say "Mommy!" Bob ran his sword through Dylan's cold heart. As Dylan's now-dead body fell to the ground, Sayaka turned toward Bob angrily.

"He was mine to kill! MINE!" she yelled, grabbing his shoulders. There was murderous fury in her eyes and she shook his shoulders hard. She was definitely the most violent of the group.

Bob looked sheepish. "Oopsies," he said with a small smile.

AN: Wow, Dylan got killed by a ninja named Bob. It was just a random idea I had. So, what did you think? Ideas are welcome.