Thanks to SapphireShadowgirl for giving me another idea. You are all now getting a deadline for entering the wierdist pairing possible. I amg oing to write the chapter on WEDNESDAY, 7th. Submit them now!

Baron Vengeous walked the desolate streets of Roarhaven. It was an unfortunately bright day today. He grimaced. He hated the Sun. Why didn't it just hurry up and burn out aleady? He carried on his walk of strength. There was a body on the floor. He ran to it and began to jump over it.

He miscalculated the height of the body, tripping over its arm and faceplanting the hard ground. He grumbled to the concrete.

"Do you need any help down there?" Vengeous looked up. There was a preety young girl with crazy blue hair coming towards him. He frowned at her. She smiled back at him. "Hello, I'm Clarabelle. What's your name?"

Vengeous frowned. Didn't she know who he was? He was a world famous evil villian. Everyone with half a brain knew him. Unless she was short of brain. That must have been it!

"I'm Sir Charles Fredreckson, at your service." He stood up and did a mocking bow.

"Well hello there. Would you like me to bandage you up?" She obviously didn't understand sarcasm.

"No, I don't need anyone's help! I'm a world famous evil villian! Aren't you the tiniest bit scared right now?"

"No Sir Fredreckson!" She did a salute and stomped her feet together. He sighed. She really was short on brain.

"I'm not Sir Fredreckson. I'm Baron Vengeous, and if you don't stop annoying me, I'll most likely kill you."

He sighed and looked at her. She was still smiling. She must be testing me, he thought, she's seeing how long it takes for me to snap. I'll show her then.

He walked up to her and took her hand. "My dearest..." What's her name again? Claris? Clara?
Clarabelle! "My dearest Clarabelle, how I love you so. Would you like to destroy the world with me?" She stayed silent. I've done it! I've actually scared her. But it didn't last for long.

"Thank God you told me now. You see, I was on my way to find my pet rock, to say sorry and make amends.
I was going to propose to her, but I see this is more important."

"Alas, our love cannot be. You love another. Oh, how it pains my to hear you say it. Go to her, my love!" Clarabelle looked confused. VERY confused.

"What's last?" Vengeous fapepalmed.

"Not last, alas!"

"Alas what?"

"What?"

"Where?"

"Clarabele, what are you on about?"

"Who's on what where?"

"... Go propose to your pet rock please."

"But... You said you loved me!" She started to cry.

"No, Claris- Clarabelle! I do love you! See?" He held her hand. "There we go, stop crying."

"I was crying?"

"Yes, but you aren't now, okay?" She nodded. "Where do you live? I'll take you back home."

Clarabelle lived in an apartment down town. She had painted the walls pink, had pink carpet, and had bought all pink furniture to match. Once the door opened, Vengeous was greeted with an explosion of bright pink horror. See, this is what happens when you're good. This is why you're evil. He shook his head of thoughts and focused on Clarabelle.

She went into the kitchen and got some gingerbread men out.

"Here," she said, handing him one.

"What's this?" She laughed. She has a sweet laugh. Almost heavenly.

"It's a gingerbread it." She laughed again as he bit into it and nearly spat it out. "I made them myself, but I'm not good at anything. Hence the gingerbread men. They look more like gingerbread splodges. And as for the taste... Well, not the best I've ever tasted." She laughed again, this time at herself. It was even more sweet and innocent than ever.

He was beginning to enjoy her company now. She was quite nice when you got use to her. Especially her laugh. And her twonkling blue eyes matching her soft blue hair.

"Would you like some gingerbread, or some banana bread? I had a baking day yesterday." Vengeous shook his head and sat down on the hot pink sofa. He must have stuck out in the room like a circus tent in a field. He was wearing dull black clothes, compared to the rest of the living room.

"Listen, Baron, this won't work. I love my pet rock to much to let her go." She gave him a small smile. He nodded, then walked to the door. He opened it, then turned to face her.

"Bye, Clarabelle." He shut the door.

As he dragged himself to the Grotesquery, he thought to himself. What was Clarabelle doing? He was doing all this for her. Forgetting her. Trying to, anyway. Her sweet laugh filled his head as the Grotesquery reached down to him. He wished he had spent more time with her tht day, instead of leaving. How stupid he had been. He loved her. Oh, God, he loved her and hadn't done anything about it. Now he was going to die realising who he truly loved in life. The crazy, blue-haired woman he had known for an hour.

In his last moment, he only had one thing in his head. All this that he had done over the past three days, was for her. But one thing stood out. Would she ever know it was for her?

The Grotesquery squished his head and he died.

Sorry, that was really rubbish! I was distracted by my mother being wound up by her boyfriend. They got me involved. Don't worry though,it was harmless fun, and I even made them laugh. Horray for me! Sorry. Right, if you have any ideas whatsoever, tell me! I'll mention you, and I will love you forever... PLEASE?! Xxx