I'm baaaa-aaaack. And sooner than expected. This chapter is weirdish. It's kind of a prologue to the next chapter. There will probably be one of these before each Elimidate day. Don't worry, Im working on the next chapter right now. This wasn't supposed to be this long and was initially going to lead into the Elimidate Day. I didn't mean to ramble so much... Sorry.

Close by, in a small nondescript apartment building in Los Angeles, sat a blonde young woman. Or was she old? Middle- aged perhaps? People could scarcely tell. Even those close to her. Speaking of which, two teenage girls stood outside in the hallway, pounding frantically on her door.

"Déje entrarme! LET ME IN!"

"Jimena..." Serena gave an embarrassed grin as a terrified old woman tip toed pass the girls.

Jimena started to remove something hard and black from her pocket when, finally, the hinges creaked and the door swung open.

"Hi girls!" The woman-whose-age-could-not-be-determined beamed.

"Hi Maggie!" They beamed back.

"I made cookies!" The woman held up a plate of big, round chocolate chip cookies and their smiles slowly deteriorated. Neither of them had the heart to admit how much they hated Maggie's baking. So both of them immediately grabbed a cookie and shoved it into their mouths.

"So," Maggie closed the door, her usual warm glow fading away. "What do you have for me?"

Jimena forced the rock hard dough down her throat. "Alfrutado. Definitely homosexual."

Maggie frowned. "Anything important?"

Jimena paused, warily. "... nada."

Maggie bit her bottom lip and the two girls exchanged worried glances. Maggie was getting angry.

And they knew what happened when Maggie got angry...

"Nada?!"

The girls trembled.

"I send you two imbeciles out to do fucking child's play and you come back with nada?!"

They nodded slowly.

"Didn't you get his agenda? His whereabouts? His favorite sex position? ANYTHING?!"

"No, ma'am." They squeaked in unison.

"You're a disgrace to the moon!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"IDIOTS!"

"We know."

"Why back in my day..."

The girls sighed as Maggie went on about lynches and guillotines and dozens of other deathly devices.

"... but nooo! Kids these days can run around like a chicken with it's head cut off and not even get a smack on the hand. Spare the rod! Spoil the child! That's what I always say..."

Jimena removed her purple Razor cell phone from her purse and Serena began to practice her cello. They were going to be there for a while...

An hour later...

"... and I slapped him across the face, I did! I said... ARE YOU GIRLS LISTENING TO ME?!"

Jimena, who had been talking to Collin, immediately slammed her phone shut and Serena, who was in the middle of Pachelbel's Canon, tossed her cello across the room.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Maggie snarled, an icy fire raging in her blue eyes. "And where are the rest of you? You know... the blonde one... and... those other two..."

"Vanessa, Catty, and Tianna?"

"Don't correct me, child."

"Yes, ma'am." Serena swallowed hard. "Catty had to ... work tonight. Tianna's still washing the mud out of her hair, and Vanessa... well, she's just scared of you."

"Besides," Jimena added. "They don't even know what's going on. When we found out who Stanton was, Vanessa almost gave away our cover. We had to sneak away from them to call you."

Maggie froze for a few seconds. Then, taking the plate of cookies, she flung them across the room. Serena and Jimena nearly jumped at the crash, but at the least, it meant no more cookies...

"Foolish girls..." Maggie hissed before rounding on them. "And what were you thinking? YOU!" She pointed at Serena, who nearly dove off of the couch she was seated on.

"Speak up! You're too quiet!"

"But-"

"You've got a nice body! Learn how to use it!"

Serena and Jimena stared at each other in awe.

"And you!"

Jimena gulped. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Act like you've got some goddamn sense, child! And no more of that!" She pointed at the girl's baggy jeans and extra large navy blue T. "Dress the part." Smoothing her white sun dress down, she made her way across the room. "Well now," A wide, sickeningly sweet grin spread across Maggie's thin pink lips as she removed a few cookies from the rug. "A little dirt never hurt anyone, hm?"

The girls started to whimper.

"Stanton."

"..."

"Stanton?"

"..."

"Stanton!"

"What?" An annoyed Stanton blinked at the television screen. "Can't you see I'm watching Sailor Moon?! This is the episode when Darien finds out who Serena really-"

Karyl flicked the TV off and Stanton went ballistic.

"I WAS WATCHING THAT!" He ran for the remote, but Karyl just moved out of the way.

"No, Stanton." Karyl frowned solemnly. As much he loved Sailor Moon, he had made a promise and he would keep it. "You're watching it for all the wrong reasons!"

"I-"

"Do you think Sailor Moon looks good in that fuku?"

Stanton rolled his eyes. "Well, duh, Karyl. She is under aged and hot, but damn, that Tuxedo Mask-"

"See what I mean?" Karyl sighed, running an anxious hand through his dark, curly hair. He'd been up all day trying to reform Stanton with no such luck, and he hadn't had anytime to perfect his spikes. "We're gonna watch a real man's show." He flicked the television back on and turned to channel five.

Stanton cocked an eyebrow as a bunch of tall, muscular men scrambled over a field. He frowned.

"I can't see their faces."

"You're not supposed to."

"Why?"

"They have to wear helmets."

"Why?"

"Because football is a dangerous sport." Karyl clenched his fist. This was like dealing with a five year old...

Stanton squinted hard at the screen. "What's that little brown thing?"

"... that's the football, Stanton..."

"...oh..."

Karyl swallowed hard. Okay, so sports weren't working. Maybe Stanton could be one of those artistic types. He better fit the dark and brooding category anyway and chicks loved that type...

"New plan!" Karyl flicked the television off. "Do you play an instrument?"

Stanton thought about it. "Just the accordion."

Karyl slapped a hand to his face. Of all the things to play... "Pick an instrument."

"Well..." A dreamy look floated across Stanton's face. "I always wanted to play the har-"

"The guitar. Right. Be right back." An exasperated Karyl stepped out of the apartment. A few seconds later screams of horror came from the apartment across the hall and Karyl stepped back in with a brand new black and white guitar.

"Nice." Stanton smirked. "Who'd you steal it from?"

Karyl polished his new guitar. "That wimpy human across the hall. Mark. The one all the followers rip on."

Mark's tortured howls could be heard all over the building. It was a wonder that he hadn't moved away yet.

"You have to learn to play this..." Karyl held the guitar up. "By tomorrow morning."

Stanton groaned. "I'm boooored, Karyl. Let's do something else." He rolled off of the couch and gave Karyl... The Look.

"Karyl" he rang in a sing song voice.

Gulping, Karyl slowly began to shake his head. "Oh no. Not that again, Stanton. I thought you wanted to be straight!"

Stanton started towards him. "So I'll be straight tomorrow!"

"You can't just be gay one day and straight the next! It doesn't work that way!" Karyl was nearly pulling his hair out now.

"Come on, Karyl!" Stanton reached for him.

"I'm not coming on!" Karyl started to back away.

"I'll let you do it this time."

"You have to be straight for Elimidate!" Karyl ducked as Stanton went for his waist.

"Fuck Elimidate!" he snapped, missing the boy yet again.

Karyl bit his lip. Stanton was starting to look like one pissed off minion of darkness. And that was just an understatement. He groaned as Stanton dissolved into shadow. The door was only about four feet away. Maybe if he ran really fast...

Too late. He gasped as a hand took him by the wrist and heaved him straight across the room onto a Spongebob water bed.

"You can't do this!"

"I can do whatever I want! I'm the fucking Prince of Night!"

"But the girls-"

"WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT THE GIRLS?!" Stanton bellowed. "I'M TIRED OF GIRLS! CAN'T I JUST FUCK ONE GUY?!"

"..."

They both fearfully looked up to see the Atrox glowering at them from the doorway.

A look of disgust had formed on its shadowy features.

As expected, Stanton sent Karyl flying to the opposite side of the room.

"What were you two doing?" The Atrox demanded as Karyl made impact with the wall.

"W-we were..." Stanton scrambled for an explanation. "We were-"

"Practicing," Karyl finished.

"For the annual Follower's play!"

The Atrox cocked an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware that there was an annual Follower's play."

"It's a surprise!" They both grinned widely.

"A play has been going on behind my back every year for the past centuries?"

"That's why it's a surprise." Stanton explained.

"I see..." The Atrox started to walk away before stopping abruptly and giving them both a suspicious look. "Are you sure you weren't just trying to rape Karyl?"

Stanton gasped loudly, putting on his usual Convincing-The-Atrox-That-I'm-Not-Gay act "Noooooooo. How could you think such a thing?! ... Right Karyl?"

Karyl tried to look more sincere and less murderous. "Right."

The Atrox stared at them for a while longer before shaking his head and heading down the hallway. They could hear Mark screaming a minute later about tall shadowy creatures.

"Dammit, Stanton!" Karyl scolded, when the Atrox was out of earshot. "Now he thinks I'm gay too!"

"Well, you are, aren't you?"

"... maybe a little."

Stanton grabbed at his shaggy blonde bangs and growled. "I can't depend on a gay guy to teach me how to be straight!"

"Well, do you know any straight guys?"

They both silenced in thought.

"... nope."

"Me neither."

Stanton frowned. "What about that Michael kid? Vanessa's boyfriend?"

Karyl raised an eyebrow. "Well, if she has a boyfriend, why is she competing for you?"

Stanton gave him an annoyed look. "Why is the sky blue, Karyl? Why is Tianna around when she doesn't show up for another four books? Why am I not with Serena already? Why aren't I straight?!"

Karyl swallowed hard. "Okay, I see your point. But you'd just turn Michael gay anyway. He's only straight because the script calls for it..."

"True..."

Karyl sighed. "I guess I'm as close to straight you're going to get." He retrieved the guitar from the carpet where he'd left it. "I'll teach you, but you have to pay attention! And no more trying to rape me!"

Stanton reluctantly agreed.

"Now, first of all, the whores stay! Prudes go. Got that?"

Stanton nodded.

"Secondly, we'll work on your delivery. 'Favorite cartoon characters?' What was that?"

Stanton shrugged, an irritated expression on his face. He couldn't think of anything better to ask...

"Thirdly, you're the man! And you can't let those two dark haired bitches boss you around!"

Stanton trembled slightly. Stand up to Jimena? That didn't sound particularly safe...

Karyl rolled his eyes as Mulan's I'll Make a Man Out of You started to play in the background. He felt a montage coming on...