The week had gone by quickly and happily for the two young couples. During the day, the two couples would spend time with eachother, glare, compete, admit equality, and go back to working together. At night, if the couples weren't on a double date or dating seperately, the four would usually meet up robbing banks and musuems or El Tigre and Frida would be trying to stop Django and Black Cuervo from robbing banks and musuems. Near the end of the week El Tigre, Frida, Black Cuervo, and Django of the Dead were all sitting on a large sack of cash, jewels, gold, and rare and valuable bird-themed statues and vases, talking about there families.
"Ugh... My dad keeps trying to get me to be a police officer when I get out of high school. Can't he see that I just want to be a rock star?" Frida moaned, taking a bite out of a churro they had stolen. "That's nothing! I have distant cousins who are a constant nuisance..." Zoe said, "I mean, you know how my family, the Flock of Fury, is all bird-themed? Well, these locos are all--" she was cut off by the wall behind them exploding and several well-dressed gentleman with various mechanical objects protruding from their backpacks walked through. One was in a trench coat and wore a German Officer uniform and a pack that had four mechanical spider-like limbs protruding from his pack. Another wore a tuxedo and had four insect-like wings sticking out of the sides of his pack. The last one had a zoot suit and had a pack armed with various needles and chemical vats.
"Speak of the devils now..." Zoe muttered. "Krieg Spinne!!!" the German-spider-legged villian yelled. "Tuxedo Dragonfly!!!" the winged-tuxedo-themed villian yelled. "Tóxico Zoot!!!" the last villian yelled. "Together we are the Insectos Señores!!!" they yelled in unison, flying up to the top of the sack of loot. "Good day, girlie!" Dragonfly said to Frida. "Hello Cuervo." Krieg said flatly, "Your family decided not to show up to the reunion again." "Because we'd rather be dead than go to a reunion of that part of our family! He was a monster and a pervert, and you know it!" "Yes, but it's a mutual hatred we share for our common ancestor! Our ancestors were abused by him as well, and our families are the descendants of his love-children! Can't we bond over that?" Krieg asked. "No." Zoe responded flatly. "Very well, than be destroyed!" Krieg yelled, his mechanical legs rising high into the air and then crashing down into the sack of loot.
The group was swept away, downhill by the wave of riches only for Dragonfly to swoop down and grab Frida, and Zoot to harpoon Django and reel him out of the wave. Manny launched his claw at Dragonfly, wrapping it around his foot. Dragonfly laughed maniacally as he flew. "Huh?" he muttered, noticing he wasn't going anywhere. "El Tigre! Ha! You have yet to see my wings at full speed!" Dragonfly shouted back to Manny before his wings began to beat faster and faster, dragging Manny along with him.
Zoot kept launching poison-drenched metal spikes into Django's clothing and the spikes grappled onto his bones. Zoot laughed menacingly as he began to drag the ever-resisting Django clsoer and closer into his clutches. Granted the poison would have no effect on him, put the acidic properties could wreak havoc on his guitar. Zoe was having a hard time dodging her cousin who's mechanical limbs helped him jump high after her as sh tried to fly away. Finally, he fired a net launcher from his pack. Zoe's foot got caught in the net. "End of the line, little birdie!" Krieg cried from below.
Thinkg fast, Zoe began to shake her leg back and forth. At first, not much happened and Krieg laughed at her. Soon he was dragged forward, and then backwards. "What the hell?" he muttered. Eventually, the momentum had built up and Zoe was swinging him faster and faster, off of the ground, in the air where his limbs were all but useless. She angled the kick right and fired her laser at the rope. Krieg went flying through the air, screaming as he came crashing down onto Dragonfly.
Django was tied up, his guitar held the hands of the insidious Zoot who produced a vile of acid. "Adios, Django of the Dead!" he laughed before being buried by his cousins. The guitar slid back into the hands of Django who broke free of his bondings. The cousins took off their broken packs and looked up as four shadows loomed over them. "Heheh... Uh... Boys will be boys?" Krieg said weakly. A laser-packed uppercut sent the three flying into the darkness of the night, screaming.
"Well, it's getting late and I gotta get back before Dad kills me..." Manny said. "Yeah, I don't feel like being interrogated by my dad." Frida agreed. "I have to help my grandmother and mother steal some gem tonight." Zoe said, "And don't tell your father I said that either." she followed, pointing at El Tigre. "Yeah, and Nana said she wanted to talk to me about something." Django added. The four seperated and went to their individual homes, Django giving Zoe a ride and Manny walking Frida home since they were near her house.
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Django arrived home, whistling as he opened the door. He stopped whistling when he saw his dad and Sartana standing in front of him. "Young man..." Sartana said, in a low menacing growl, "You've just been accepted to the greatest academy of evil, in the world!!!!" she finished, her voice perking up to a happy tone. Django's mouth gaped. "I true honor! Every member of the 'of the Dead' family has attended the school and we expect you to be no different, son." his father said. "An academy of evil?" Django asked, "They really have one of those?" he asked in disbelief. "Yes, there is actually an academy of evil!" his father said. "It's a choice to go, but if you don't, you'll have to wait nearly a millenia to be accepted again, just like your great-great-great grandfather, Great-Great-Grandfather of Sartana!" Django blinked. "That was his name?" he asked, again in disbelief. "Believe it or not, yes." Sartana said.
"So, what if I wanted to wait a millenia?" Django asked. "Oh, well we'd feel you had learned nothing from us on seizing oppurtunities when they arise and would be heartbroken and disappointed in you." his father said. "Really? Heheh... I can always change my mind if I want to go?" Django asked, nervous. "Of course! But remember, you can never change your mind on going! You have a week of preperation and then it's off to the school!" Sartana chimed, leaving the room with his father.
Django stood there, silent at first. "Hooray." he said weakly. He pulled out the locket of him and Zoe, a nice picture of them sitting in a park bench, laughing. Many would say it must have been a sweet moment, and to Zoe and him it was. They had just tripped rollerskaters that were passing by and began to laugh about it. Django smiled, but inside he was torn up. He couldn't leave Zoe, but a millenia of living with his disappointed parents was almost unimaginable. Django looked up to the stars and sighed.
