Chapter 10: Epic battle.. BEGIN!

[A/n] SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRy! I'm NOT dead! :'( Anywho.. There will be '2p!Rain' (Really don't know how to describe her...), her name's Amaya. So... oh yeah, Sangre will be here (maybe even BlackComet) .. Listen to.. pfft, anything!

Right now, I'm listening to: Bones Shatter by Hedley.. It's catchy.. :)

Alfred and Zitlally browsed through Hot Topic, picking up some Avengers T-shirts. The brunette picked up a stuffed toy of GIR from Invader Zim, she cooed at how cute it was. The two laughed, and searched. Alfred then decided to go home.

As they walked to the car, Alfred paused at the car window. He saw a figure approaching their car. It faded, and the blonde shrugged it off. As his hand reached the handle, a hard jerk pulled him back. Red eyes glared into sky blue.

"Where do you think you're going?" The man with tan skin, brownish red hair, an evil sneer, and shades hissed. Alfred struggled from his hold, "Let me go. They already took Arthur, who else do you want?"

The man grabbed Alfred's collar and whispered, "You, of course. As you can tell, I'm just a dark shadow clone of you. I need you so I can be complete."

Alfred gritted his teeth, "Over, my fucking, dead, body." The man smirked, "If you wanted to be dead. You could've just asked. Also, if you're wondering who I am, The name's Al."

Al rose a bat with nails, and smacked Alfred. Ugly, bloody, scrapes lined Alfred's arm. Zitlally got out a pistol and slid on the car hood to meet the attacker.

"Leave my, hermano alone. If not, Te vas a morir por esta pistola, aquí en mis manos, (You will die by the pistol that's in my hands)" Zitlally rose the weapon and readied it. A blonde with shades on his head, a red jacket, and a cigarette in his mouth, jumped in. He rose his bloody hockey stick, "The only one who's going to die, c'est vous. (is you)"

The Mexican barked, a little in fear, "¡Cállate! No voy a morir. Ni ahora ni nunca! (Shut up! I will not die! Not now, not ever!)"

Al smirked and replied while smirking, "A little over protective, now are we? Don't worry.. we'll take good care of him..." Zitlally pulled the trigger, the bullet zipped to Al, which he quickly dodged. The blonde named Matt dashed over to the girl brunette and swung his hockey stick. She was hit several times, but used her arms to block the blows. Zitlally was bleeding, she fell to the floor in exhaustion.

Alfred stood up, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Hey, haven't you heard that men aren't suppose to hit women?.. shame on you bastards.." He took out two pistols and shot at the two 2p!s. Matt's eyes widened in a bit of shock, 'Looks like he's actually useful..'

Al blocked the bullets, and got closer to Alfred, "It's no use! You can't beat us! Just come quietly, there's no use for fighting!"

"Let's test your theory!" Alfred shot at his doppelganger, gritting his teeth as he did so.

Alfred ran out of bullets, he cursed silently. Al was about to strike when Alfred jabbed him in his rib with his trusty weapon. The 2p! hacked and stepped back, he cringed at the pain. Matt was slinking towards The american blonde, his black form making him look hazily. Alfred tried to hit him, but he was too fast. His shadowy form twisting quickly to escape the blows.

"Come on.. your not able to defeat me.. not so easily like my dim-witted brother.." Matt chuckled and kicked our beloved american in the shoulder. Alfred staggered, struggling to stand and focus on the Canadian 2p!. Al finally stood up and growled, "It's over, pork chops.."

Alfred was kicked to the ground, his weapons slipped from within his reach. He tried to get back up but a boot slammed down onto his back.

"Lights out."

Al was aiming for the blonde's head, "Let's not hit him so hard.. I want an undamaged body.."

Alfred closed his eyes, waiting for the blow.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

The two 2p! brothers glanced from their shades to see, Ivan, Yao, Kiku, Feliciano, Ludwig, Francis, Antonio, Lovino, Gilbert and Zitally.

The brothers turned and smirked, "We're just having a bit of fun.. besides.."

Al slung his bat behind his back, "This is our job and none of your business.. so why don't you just run off.. enjoy your fucking vacation.."

Ivan shook his head, "We're not here to say 'Hello'." he tilted his head in a creepy way, "We're here to KILL you."

"Und besides zhat you're outnumbered," Ludwig began. Gilbert scoffed, "You're also messing vith one of our friends."

Antonio replied, "And you don't mess with our friends."

Kiku then said to finish, "So, it is YOUR turn, to run."

Sorry.. wanted to end it here.. UM.. CLIFFY!

HASTA LA PASTA, MI DUCKIES!