Chapter 4, and this one's my first real fight scene. Tell me what you think!

Oh, and I wanted to update sooner, but something happened to my computer. I swear, if it isn't the crappiest thing in the world in comes in close second.

Disclaimer: It's been four chapters, but I still don't own Suite Life or the characters.

Drew had been having second thoughts about the "plan" since the moment Chris had put it to him, but his resolve was hardening with every step towards Old Yew house he took.

Why in God's name should he let some blonde fourteen-year-old beat him in a fight? The very thought made him gag. He was the best fighter there was, plain and simple. He had a reputation to consider.

If he didn't know Chris could- and would- act on any disloyalty, he would have thrown the idea back in that ugly midget's face there and then.

9: 24, and the twins were walking to the Old Yew house (school had once again been deemed unimportant), and for the way Cody was acting, Zack could have believed he had made a mistake yesterday and accidentally put Cody in for the fight.

His brother was nervous, very nervous- which was ridiculous, considering Zack hadn't given his decision to fist-fight with the best in the school a second thought.

He finished his bar of stolen chocolate (he had to blot out a lecture on stealing form Cody every day) and screwed up the wrapper.

"Zack, you sure this is a good idea?" Only the tenth time he's asked, Zack considered. He didn't bother to reply.

"But seriously, Zack, you sure you can actually beat him? He's one and a half years older than you."

Now Zack had to reply; he couldn't let his skill be insulted. "Of course I can, idiot, I've taken worse than him." He landed a casual backhand to the ear, "besides, if he starts winning I've always got you to lecture him about morals and kindness and all that crap." He smirked. "or you can throw your blanket at him."

Cody finally shrivelled up. Silence. Zack tossed the empty wrapper over a fence and lit a cigarette.

Cody Martin felt more depressed now than he had been since Zack had first started- and that was saying something. Because now, the grim truth was blaringly obvious, Zack was not only dangerous, he was also arrogant. Arrogant enough to take on any opponent, even one who was perfectly capable of killing him.

The thought that he was missing a geography exam he had revised for every day for three weeks seemed like nothing in comparison. A year ago Cody would have walked through seven Hells to keep his grades up. Now he knew he had been wrong. How things changed.

Breathing ragged, Carey crouched down behind the low brick wall across the street from Old Yew House. A motley collection of boys had already gathered. She didn't need to find out why they were there.

She knew Zack hadn't gone to school that morning; she sincerely doubted that Cody had either. But it had been only that very morning, when informed by a polite lad from Zack's school named Chris, that she had found out what exactly had been happening. The truth was shocking.

She felt tears forming, but she ignored them; this was no time for softness; Zack and Cody would be here any time.

She had to see it for herself. Nothing but her own eyes would be able to convince here that her twin sons had become criminals and street fighters.

Drew was already waiting for him when he arrived. There were about twenty-five others there, a few Zack recognised. John walked up beside him as he stepped towards his opponent. No words were exchanged.

Cody wasn't with him. With much encouragement he had gone off reluctantly to talk to some kid named Chris; God only knew what that was about. Yet the name seemed vaguely familiar. His memory was not what it had been- that is to say, he had developed a tendency to forget anything he deemed inconsequential. So it couldn't be anything that mattered. Besides, the loss of his younger twin couldn't be anything but a blessing.

He stepped into the forming semi-circle of onlookers, before the gnarled gates. Drew looked positively blood-hungry. Slinging off his jacket he threw it to John. Two pairs of fists came up.

"I'm going to wipe your remains all over the pavement, blondie!"

Zack gave no response, but took a single step to the right. Drew stepped left, to keep them opposite each-other.

"You're really sure you're ready for this?!"

Still no answer, and that agitated the older boy. He wasn't used to being ignored.

"I'm going to pound you so bad you're own momma won't recognise you." He adopted his trademark smirk, "and then everyone you know will laugh whenever they see your smashed face, 'cause they know: there's the idiot who tried to take on Drew."

Zack laughed.

With a roar of fury, Drew hurled himself into a straight right. Zack, changed to fighter in a heartbeat, pivoted on the spot. The blow sailed past him. Leaning back in, he eased his right foot under Drew's, and with a casual flick turned all of his opponents momentum against him, spinning him to the ground.

Furious at being floored so easily, Drew staggered up. Zack stood, not even in a stance. No mercy! He sure as hell wasn't losing to this guy!

Charging in, he threw an inept punch; Zack's left hand turned it away and the right thundered into his chin. Drew stumbled, only to be struck in the stomach by Zack's knee. He doubled over, and as he did Zack crashed his elbow into Drew's head, flooring him for a second time.

Drew could not believe it. The fight had been going ten seconds and he had been floored twice. Get yourself together, Drew! He couldn't lose here. He wouldn't! He struggled up.

Zack met his return with a fearsome right hook, the blow caught his eyebrow with a sickening impact. A left hook flew around his arms and glanced his head. Drew threw a straight right of his own, catching him full in the face, but Zack rolled with it deftly and struck a terrible blow which caught his cheek and split the skin.

In a rage Drew threw everything he had into blow after blow. Zack's hands came up again and again, but finally his blows broke through and he caught the blond twice in the jaw.

Zack fell back, finally giving ground. But Drew would not let him escape. Following up, he brought both arms down in a lethal axe handle. Zack was blasted onto one knee. Drew brought up his hands and hit him again. And again.

And then Zack made his move, launching up from the ground into a tackle which caught Drew around the waist and shoved him back against the gates. Drew took the full force with a sound like a train wreck, knocking the wind out of him. Zack, glaring with killer intent, brought back his fist and slammed it full on into Drew's face, crushing his nose; even as he recovered Zack's left crashed into him, then right, then left, filling his entire world with searing, grinding pain.

His shirt was grabbed. Zack dragged him into a terrific head-butt, then slammed his head back against the metal gates. There was a crack like a watermelon being hit with a shotgun. Drew was sure he was dead and gone to hell; he couldn't see for the blood in his eyes, or hear for the pounding. There was just an eternal ocean of pain, battering him in a constant tide.

It stopped abruptly. Drew idly wondered if God would forgive his crimes.

End of chapter 4

Bit off a cliff-hanger there! I was going to keep gong with this chapter but it was already longer than the others so I decided to stop. Sorry for the abrupt ending.