Django rode through the gates of the underworld, which were unlocked by the guitar craftsman, Francisco, riding upon his flame-engulfed horse. His father glared through the window, watching his son ride off to forbid his orders and be with that human. His eyes burned with seething hatred, but he remembered the love he felt for his mother. He would have to let Django figure it out for himself, and who knew? Maybe it would work out.
Django rode, his poncho in the breeze. He was galloping down the street at an amazing speed. Several citizens looked in fear and then awe at the flaming horse, the flames changing color as he rode. Finally Django reached Zoe's house. Zoe pranced outside, and Django strummed on his guitar. The horse disipated and a motorcycle crafted from the bones of enemies and their weapons arose out of the flames where the horse had been. Django was wearing his leather jacket to cover his guitar and poncho, and the motorcycle helmet to cover his skull. Zoe put on a motorcycle helmet (similar to her battlesuit helmet, but slightly different) and hopped onto the motorcycle.
The two rode off as the sun rose, Zoe's mother and grandmother followed them with their eyes until the two had disappeared. "It seems to be working." her mother said. "Well, let's not get too cocky, it could still backfire." her grandmother added, hoping it didn't.
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The two snuck into a movies all day, some romance (as preferred for a date) and some action and heist movies (preferred for the supervillian in them). They stole popcorn and knocked out people who were disrupting the movies. They were finally caught and thrown out of the movie theater. "Yeah, well, to hell with you too, buddy!" Django shot back as the owner cursed. Zoe threw a rock at the bulletproof windown and it cracked the window. The man came out again, cursing up a storm before the two laughing teens jumped onto Django's motorcycle and rode away.
Driving away, the two felt destruction was good for today. The two quickly changed into their alter egos and rushed into the powerplant. Django's guitar was out in an instant as he fired and knocked out the guards. Zoe flew over him and went through the security systems with ease, jumping through them with amazing agility. She disarmed them and opened the door in time for Django to throw in a stranged, jewel-encrusted skull. "We need to get out of here quickly if that skull does what Nana said it does." Django said, grabbing Zoe by the waist and jumped on his guitar to slide out of the plant. Zoe blushed from the sudden movement.
The plant went up in smoke, none harmed, but all power in Miracle City was out for the rest of the day, allowing a large crime spree (of which Django and Zoe took advantage of and snagged a couple of 'souveneirs'). The two laughed as they flew away from the flaming, burglarized city. They were cut off in their merriment when a chain-linked claw flew around Django and pulled him down to the ground. He landed six feet under the ground. "That always happens..." he muttered slowly.
"El Tigre!" Zoe cried as she flew downwards, surprised at his sudden appearance, but then realised that he was probably being 'good' today. She zommed in for a kick, but missed by an inch and was grabbed by the foot. She stumbled and fell on the ground. "Oof!" she muttered as she came out of her spin. Django had witnessed the whole thing and jumped out of the whole in a spiral of fire and smoke. Several bolts from his magic guitar nearly hit Manny, but Manny turned the tables on them and managed to cause him to flip over and land on top of Zoe. Manny grabbed Django's guitar before he could reach it. "No!" Django cried, missing it by mere inches.
Manny prepared to break, but changed his mind. "Hmmm... You always come back when it's destroyed, so if I just keep it, you don't have any powers..." Manny reasoned, walking away with the guitar. "Hey!" Django yelled, getting off of Zoe to go steal his guitar back. Manny launched his clawed hand and Django ran into it, falling backwards. Manny then wrapped the two together in his claw and spun them around like a top. The two flew into the back of a nearby police van, Zoe's jetpack broken and Django's guitar stolen. As the van pulled away, both Django and Zoe called out of the back, "Vendetta on you, El Tigre! Vendetta!!!!!!" Manny waved them off and returned to normal, putting Django's guitar on his back.
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Manny returned with Django's guitar to where Frida was waiting for him, right under a tree in front of her house. He pulled it off of his back. "Is that... Django's guitar?!" Frida asked, shocked and amazed. "Yeah! I think I should keep it in a safe place so that way Django can never use it again!" Manny said. After a moment the two shared a smirking glance.
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"Faster, grandson! The cops are gaining on us!" Puma Loco hollered to Manny and Frida as they slid down a hill on Django's guitar, following Manny's grandfather. They had a treasure trove of gold and jewels from the bank and from captured villians.
Zoe looked through the barred window of the holding cell at jail. "Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps he's being bad today..." Zoe said to herself. Django began to scratch his back. "Man! It feels like my back is being rubbed against pavement at 70 miles per hour!" Django said, his irritation growing as he scratched more. "Try 83." Zoe said, pointing outside. Django looked and gasped. "It's a guitar! Not a, a, a skateboard!" Zoe sat down, calming Django down. Several villians in the hold stared at the two. "Well, what the hell are you all looking at?!" Zoe asked, her Argentine accent tinged with rage. The other villians all looked away.
Django suddenly remembered he didn't need his guitar for immortality or super strength and pried the bars open with his hands. Only he and Zoe could fit through the bars as all the other villians were to bulky. "Adios, muchachos!" Django called back. Zoe and Django laughed as they ran up to meet the three fleeing people. Django jumped onto the back of his guitar, and Zoe jumped onto the front. "Aye! It's Black Cuervo and Django of the Dead! Again..." Frida said, surprised at first but then bored. "Si, senorita! Now I want my guitar back so I might drop my gi-- Errrr... Zo-- Er... Black Cuervo off at her house!" Django said, putting his clawed fists up into a fighting stance. "Awwww.... You called me your gi--! That's so sweet!" Zoe said behind him. Django would've blushed if he had flesh or blood.
"Well, I can't give you the guitar back yet! We're escaping the police!" Manny explained. "Typical Rivera..." Zoe muttered under her breath. "Well, then give me the guitar! I can buy you four some time!" Django said. "Whoa. You'd help out your two archenemies, my Grandpapi, and Black Cuervo, just like that?" Manny asked. Django simply nodded. "I'm not letting you go it all alone!" Zoe shouted at her undead companion. "And don't leave me here with... with... Suarez!" she whisper-hollered. "Zo-- Cuervo, hon-- bab-- Chica? Chica's good. I thought we agreed we'd get over our obsesion with hating those two... Even though I reeeeaaally want too..." Django began to mutter under his breath. "No, I suppose you're right..." Zoe said. Manny, Frida, and a reluctant Zoe got off his guitar. In one swift kick of his boot, he brought the guitar to his hands. He began playing a slow, wiry tune as he walked towards the police.
Zoe was dragged into the nearest alley by Manny and Frida. Zoe turned around the corner to watch as the police cars slowed at the precise moment the music had picked up. Django's eyes glowed like magma in the night, every note of the now fiery song igniting a mystical undead bolt that melted the tires of the cop cars, had undead arms grab the officers to slow them down, or just plain knocked them out. Out of no where, a lightning fast kick silenced the music. "Huh?" Django yelped, looking down to see a hole straight through him and his guitar. He rocked a little bit and fell apart, disintegrated, and sunk into the earth.
"White Pantera!" Manny's father shouted as he had kicked the undead being. Zoe gasped and fainted, falling back into Manny and Frida's arms. Frida was reluctant to keep her held up, but she felt it was the right thing to do. "Uh... She knows that Django will probably be back to normal by tomorrow, right?" Frida asked. Manny shrugged and Zoe began to come too. "Ugh... I had a horrible nightmare that this great guy killed himself to save..." she looked up, "SUAREZ!!!!" she yelled, jumping constantly upwards, off of the walls of the alley until she rached the rooftop. "I SWEAR VENDETTAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" she screamed over the beginning thunderstorm. She rand off into the night. "I guess that's a no..." Manny said.