"Igahn agaarhg adghadg Yeghas Ivergaa" Aaron Pittman called out to the elves.

The elf waved back. "ShgDGha Eesgahra agadhgal!"

Miles frowned. "Elves, seriously?"

Dirk Speedblood shrugged. "I know as much as you do. I think it has to do with Aaron really liking elves. Somehow, when the nano turned off the power, it put a forest of elves between Canada and the United States."

Monroe shook his head. "I don't know about you guys, but I could really go for some Elvis music right about now."

"Greetings, friend, and welcome to our village!" the chief elf spoke as he approached the group.

"Greetings!" Dirk Speedblood addressed the elf. "Can you help us fight the Patriots?"

"Yes, I, Lord Elff and my ten thousand elf soldiers, will help you take down your enemies!"

"Score!" Charlie high fived Rachel. "Those Patriots don't stand a ghost of a chance!"

Monroe sharpened his blade. "They'll be ghosts when I'm done with them. Isn't that right Miles?"

"Right on bro."

"Well, let's hit the road," Rachel's dad Gene said. So everyone got in the car (or on the car or skitching behind it) and drove to Washington DC while the elves followed on foot.

When they got to Washington DC, they found the whole Patriot army waiting in front of the White House. President Potus stood on the roof taunting them.

"So, you came here even though the prophecy said you would die. You have balls, Dirk Speedblood!" shouted President Potus at the top of his lungs. "But all the balls in the world will not protect you from my nano powers!" Glowing firefly things circled around Potus.

Charlie pointed an angry hand at Potus. "I've fought many fights that they said I couldn't win. And then I did win them. So they were wrong. Just like you are wrong!"

Potus grinned an angry grin. "Well if I'm wrong, I'd rather be wrong than dead, which is what you'll be in a few seconds. Charge!" As he said "Charge!" Potus commanded all his soldiers to charge at the good guys and their elf army.

Potus wasn't ready for how awesome the elves were. Each one of them was just like Miles. They cut through Patriot soldiers like a Dynasty Warriors video game, twirling around swinging blades fast as lightning. Miles himself stood on a pile of fallen Patriots swinging both his machetes like crazy.

Rachel and Gene Matheson formed a command post where they gave orders to the elves, telling them where to go. Neville snuck behind enemy lines and started killing high ranking Patriot officials who had considered themselves out of danger. Miles and Monroe went back-to-back and spun in a circle, wiping out a big part of the Patriot horde.

"Hey Charlie," said Dirk Speedblood. "Do you want to go back-to-back, too?"

Charlie blushed at the proposal, lowering her bow for a second. "I would normally only do it with someone I trust with all my heart, but I kind of trust you, so I guess I will. Let's take down those Patriots!"

Surrounded by Patriots, Dirk Speedblood and Charlie went back to back and spun around. Charlie kept firing arrows and Dirk Speedblood made his hands fly around with his double Urofo no Mofo slashing Patriots. Pretty soon, all of the Patriots were too injured to fight, but not dead.

"Blasphemy!" cried President Potus. "You've defeated all my troops. But remember, I have the power of the nano, and the nano can start people on fire! Plus, the prophecy said Dirk Speedblood will die today, and in some way, shape or form, that prophecy will be fulfilled! Burn!"

All of the elves started on fire, and pretty quickly, the battlefield was covered with elf-ash. "Noooooooooooo!" shouted Dirk Speedblood. "You killed Lord Elff! And all the other elves, too! They were the last of their kind, you monster!"

Potus chuckled. "With the power of the nano, I, now Dark Lord Potus, can make as many elves as I want. Though of course I will make dark elves, not this crappy kind." Potus thought for a second. "Wait a second, why didn't you burn?"

Everyone smiled except for Potus, and Rachel Matheson said something. "We knew you had the power to burn people, so before the fight we covered ourselves in diesel gas. Unlike regular gas, diesel doesn't burn, so it's the perfect counter to your burning power!"

"It is no matter," said Potus. "You will die beneath my blade all the same." And he got into a fighting stance.

"But how can we fight him?" Charlie asked. "He's up on the roof, and we're down here!"

Dirk Speedblood detached his hands and grabbed himself with them, and the flying hands hoisted him aloft. He knew from the prophecy that someone going by Dirk Speedblood would die today, but he hoped it would happen after taking down Potus. "That's how," he said as he looked down and gave a goodbye look to Charlie.

"You seem prepared to die!" said Potus. "Now die!" He ran screaming at Dirk Speedblood. Dirk Speedblood raised his katanas to block Potus's attack. When Potus's sword hit Dirk Speedblood's blades, the dual katanas started showing little cracks. Potus's sword was glowing with the power of the nano.

Rachel shouted up to Dirk Speedblood. "It's no good! He's infused with the power of the nano. You can't beat him!"

"Ha ha ha. Rachel is smart. Plus, there is one more thing you don't know!" Potus sliced again. Dirk Speedblood knew his swords couldn't take much more so he dodged backwards. Potus's sword grazed the scar on Dirk Speedblood's face, cutting open the old wound.

Neville called up from ground level. "Oh yeah? And what could that possibly be?"

"Remember how there was that prophecy about how Dirk Speedblood would die? Well, there was another prophecy!"

"I hate prophecies," said Aaron.

"Did you ever wonder why I called my army the Patriots? Well, it's because of the prophecy. As long as Potus is on American soil, he cannot be killed by one born of America!"

Charlie pouted. "Shoot, I was born in America."

"As was I!" Miles raised a frustrated fist.

All of the party gave similar murmurs of agreement. All but Dirk Speedblood.

"Ha, Potus, you made one horrible mistake. Dirk Speedblood was born of Canada!" And Dirk Speedblood dashed forward in an attack. The attack didn't break Potus's defense, but it pushed him back a step.

"Even so!" Potus swung an arcing slice that left a bloody graze on Dirk Speedblood's personal logo tattoo on his forearm. "You've got no weapon that can hurt me."

Dirk Speedblood looked at his two katanas. Both were showing cracks and wear from the beating he was taking. They didn't have much left in them.

All of a sudden, the roar of an engine cut through the air. "What the heck?" Potus turned and looked. Suddenly he was clobbered by an airborne Honda Civic. Dirk Speedblood's Honda Civic! Miles had ramped the car onto the roof of the White House.

Miles rolled out of the car, pulling out his machete. "Dirk Speedblood, do you have one last attack left in you?"

Potus struggled back to his feet. "Why…? Why can't you accept me as your leader?"

Miles and Dirk Speedblood spoke at the same time. "Because… because, it's a REVOLUTION!"

They charged at Potus, weapons drawn. Dirk Speedblood closed both his blades around the sides of Miles's machetes, and together, all the blades made one really big blade.

"Nooooooo!" Potus yelled as the combined blade smashed through his defense. The force sent him flying off the roof where he exploded into a massive fireball. Down below, everyone cheered.

But the party was short lived. The glowing fireflies from the nano started to hover around, and all of a sudden they turned into glowing, nano-powered killer bees!

Aaron shivered. "No, not the bees! It's the nano's strongest attack!"

Miles hacked through a cloud of bees with his machetes. "We can take them! Just keep fighting!"

Gene pulverized a cloud of bees with his shotgun. Charlie shot a fire arrow into a cloud of bees and they went up in flames.

"No, there's too many of them!" Monroe shouted. "Pretty soon, they'll be all over us."

Monroe was right. The glowing bees came from all directions, and there was no clear way out. They wouldn't be able to fight this many bees.

Dirk Speedblood saw a Patriots train parked nearby. "Hey Miles, that yellow gas the Patriots use… That kills bees, doesn't it?"

Miles grinned. "Of course! All we have to do is puncture the tank, then get out of there before we get gassed ourselves. It'll take out all the bees!"

Dirk Speedblood hopped into the driver's seat of the Honda Civic. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Everyone crammed into the Civic and Dirk Speedblood jammed on the gas.

"You better hurry, kid! They're getting pretty close!" Miles rolled up his window just in time as a few bees splattered against it.

Dirk Speedblood pushed the car into 6th gear, reaching his top speed. "There it is! Miles, take the wheel!"

From the passenger seat, Miles grabbed the wheel, and Dirk Speedblood opened his door and rolled out of the car right by the gas tanker. Miles drove the Civic to a safe distance away. "Well, if I'm going to die, might as well go out a hero!" said Dirk Speedblood. He ripped open a valve on the tanker, and yellow gas started pouring out.

All of the bees turned to fly in the other direction, but it was too late. The bees dropped like flies, and pretty soon, they were all dead. Dirk Speedblood could see Miles and the others celebrating from a safe distance.

As the yellow gas crept closer and closer to Dirk Speedblood's face, he decided to reject his fate. "No! I will not die here, not how!" And he held his breath and started running toward his friends.

"There's no way he's going to make it!" said Aaron. "It's way too far!"

But Miles just nodded and said, "Let's see about that. I've got a theory about our friend Dirk Speedblood."

And soon enough, Dirk Speedblood got to a safe distance and took a deep breath, and everyone patted him on the back.

Gene looked insanely confused. "Did you just run a kilometer while holding your breath? No person in the world can do that."

Miles began to explain his theory, but he was interrupted by Neville grabbing Dirk Speedblood and holding a gun to his head. "I don't care about your theories, Miles. For my money, it's the nano's magic, and we need to stop it once and for all. Remember, Dirk Speedblood's hands are made of nano!"

Dirk Speedblood looked down at his hands. Neville was right. The hands opened and closed like mouths and gave crazy whispers, like the nano was getting ready to regain its power.

"See what I mean?" said Neville. "The prophecy was right. Dirk Speedblood needs to die today, or else we'll never be free of the nano, and then this Revolution was for nothing!"

Neville dragged Dirk Speedblood to a nearby building, where a big sign indicated that this was the Patriot's main weapons forge. He pulled Dirk Speedblood onto a metal catwalk above the molten metal while everyone else followed at a safe distance. Neville got ready to throw Dirk Speedblood into the red hot pool of metal.

Miles stepped forward reassuringly. "No, Tom, I don't think it's nano magic that gave Dirk Speedblood his power back there."

"What do you mean?"

"I came to realize something," Miles spoke clearly. "Gene was right, no mere person could run a kilometer while holding their breath. Or rally an army of elves to fight the Patriots. Or have a car that keeps running even after the black out. What I realized is that Dirk Speedblood is not just a person- he's an idea. And you can't kill an idea!"

Neville started shaking his head violently. "No, that can't be. He's a person, and I can kill him right now!" Neville held Dirk Speedblood over the hot metal lava.

"No," said Miles. "You can't. Because Dirk Speedblood is an idea. And that means that I can say that I am Dirk Speedblood also."

Charlie stepped forward. "And I'm Dirk Speedblood, too! If you hurt one Dirk Speedblood, you have to deal with the rest of us!"

Everyone else made similar statements and reassured Neville that they were all essentially the idea of Dirk Speedblood.

Neville's eyes bulged. "But… but… does this mean that I'm also Dirk Speedblood? That can't be!"

Aaron cried out. "Oh no, he's going to drop Dirk Speedblood!"

At the last second, Connor dove forward and knocked Dirk Speedblood back onto the safety of the catwalk but leaving himself with nothing to hold onto. As Connor fell toward the molten pool of metal, he said "Yes, I am also Dirk Speedblood, and my last act is saving another Dirk Speedblood. Just as Dirk Speedblood once saved me." Connor fell into the pool of metal with a splash, and as he sank, he gave a thumbs up, both telling everyone he was happy with his decision and making a reference to the end of Terminator 2, which was his favorite movie before the black out.

"Noooo!" Monroe ran forward and punched Neville. "You killed my bastard son, you bastard!"

Monroe tried to throw Neville into the pool, but Miles held him back. "We've lost enough today. No one else has to die."

Neville was shocked by Connor's sudden death, and it showed in his face. "Well, the prophecy has been fulfilled, but we still haven't solved our problem…" As if on cue, Dirk Speedblood's hands began to chatter even louder.

Miles wagged a finger at Neville. "And I've got just the answer!" He grabbed Dirk Speedblood's feet and tossed him over the railing. "You have to trust me, Dirk Speedblood!"

Dirk Speedblood thought he was about to die. He felt the heat of the metal lava below him, getting closer by the second. But at the last moment, he felt a strong hand grab his foot. Dirk Speedblood fell close to the hot liquid metal, so close that his hands got dipped in the hot substance. "Ouch! This really hurts!"

Miles pulled Dirk Speedblood back up after a few seconds. Dirk Speedblood flexed his hands. Now they were silver, completely coated in metal. But most importantly, they no longer talked. It appeared that Miles's plan had worked and sealed away the nano magic within Dirk Speedblood's hands. "There we go! All done!" Miles looked proud of himself.

Everyone was happy but Monroe. "But what about Connor?" he looked at Miles longingly. He was so upset he didn't even bother with his usual clever wordplay.

"I have an idea about that, too," said Miles. "This place wasn't always a weapons forge. Before the black out, it was something else entirely… a car factory!"

Miles pulled a few levers and hit a few buttons, and the machines whirred into motion. With the nano locked away, it seemed that power was starting to come back. Within a few seconds, the hot metal was poured into the shape of a brand new Lancer Evolution.

Monroe blinked through his tears and hopped in the driver seat. Then he noticed that the car's license plate spelled CONNOR. "Connor, is that you?" Monroe said. The car honked an affirmative.

"Wow," Rachel said. "There must have been enough residual nano magic to transfer Connor's soul into the metal itself, which is now the car. Miles, you're a genius."

Miles grinned. "All in a good day's work! Now what do you say we have a race?"

Dirk Speedblood hopped into his Civic, and everyone else hopped into the Lan Evo. But suddenly passenger-side door of the Civic opened, and Charlie hopped in! "I hope you don't mind if I ride with you…" she said and blushed.

"Not at all!" said Dirk Speedblood. "But my scar… How can you bear to look at it?"

"Well," Charlie said, "I never told you this before, but I think your scar is cool!"

Dirk Speedblood felt a surge of pride. "Then let's win this race, you and me. My Civic can take them!" And he threw the car into fourth gear and burst off the starting line. He drifted through the first corner perfectly, but Monroe also took a good line and stayed neck and neck.

As the finish line drew closer, Dirk Speedblood looked over, and he could see Monroe and Miles having fun, just like they used to before the black out. Everyone in the Lan Evo was smiling. Regardless of who would win the race, everyone was happy.

Suddenly, a pitch black 2007 Honda Civic came out of nowhere and rammed the side of Dirk Speedblood's red Civic. Dirk Speedblood threw his car into neutral to help him control the spin and come around safely. The Lan Evo blew past and crossed the finish line as Dirk Speedblood's Civic came to a stop and the airbag deployed.

"Who is it?" shouted Charlie, frantically trying to get a look at the driver of the black Civic. But Dirk Speedblood knew that car anywhere. The last time he had seen it, it was falling into a ravine in a mountain pass. He was sure the car had been destroyed and its driver killed. But here it was, and he recognized the driver, too.

"Charlie," Dirk Speedblood said, "That's Maxx Speedblood… My brother!"

THE END

Author's Note: It was tough putting a conclusion on everything, but I think I made it pretty exciting. This is the end of Olympic Brake though not the end of Dirk Speedblood's story. I'm planning on continuing the story when Revolution season 3 starts up, so see you all then!