((Author's note: The first three chapters of this were written about thirteen years ago, when I was about eleven years old. I've kept all the grammar and dialogue and spelling mistakes the same as a tribute to the little chungus that was my pubescent self, and have decided to continue this fic as a twenty-four year-old. Hopefully you won't notice any changes in tone or content!))
Chapter 4: The Return
Brad "DaMunkus" Evans leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. He grinned to himself, because finally he could do it. Everyone elses' eyes were glued to the monitors following Vinsfield's slow but sure infilitration of the chateau. Brad had one shot to get it done, he had to satisfy the itch that had been tempting him for so long. Making sure he was in perfect position to get the job done in a covert manner, Brad's lean became a full forward bend as he pressed the crack of his ass into the wall. Brad had just began gyrating his hips and grinding against the wall when Tim turned to him.
"What do you think, Br-what are you doing?" Tim interuptted himself in a disbelief with an expression that could only be read as "honestly, what the fuck?". Brad nearly jumped in surprise. His immediate reaction was to awkwardly press his index finger to his lips even though his arms were still crossed. "Shhh", Brad whispered. Brad's behind was itching, bad, but he wouldn't dare break his cool, everything's-in-control arms-crossed stance. "Look! It's Liz and Ard!" Ashley exclaimed. Tim turned back to the moniter, but not after shooting Brad another uncomfortable glance. Saved by the bell, Brad thought as he sighed with relief.
Liz and Ard appeared before Vinsfield, blocking his way to the main hallway. "We won't let your image pass through this time" said Liz, speaking in his own nonsense vernacular. "Ard! Ard!" added Ard, who seemed almost giddy to be playing the hero. "Let's begin fight like gentlemen" Liz suggested, attempting to make sense. Vinsfield, without skipping a beat, replied with a careless "Nah", only moments before swinging his massive blade in a perfectly horizontal stroke across Liz's face and Ard's gut, splitting both wide open.
Ashley and company reacted with mild horror as they witnessed their old acquantainces' evisceration, similar to how one might react to randomly violent scene in a movie. "I mean, what do you expect" quipped Lilika. "What were they going to do, quiz him to death?" The room erupted with laughter, a cathartic response to the all the built-up anxiety. Kate reeled back in her chair, wiping away tears of laughter, coming down from the breif euphoria. "At least it's a good way to remember them, right?" Pooka added.
Future ideas: the gang discovers people have been writing fanfic about them, particularly shocked by Brat+Tim fics