A/N: Sorry for breaking the cycle. Been working with homework, reading assignments and projects. OH MY! ...Anyway, here a little chapter. Hope you like it and please read and review.

Ch. 10 New Plan

"You know..." Sheila asks Evile, "Does Leroy know you sneak out?"

"No," he quickly answers.

"No?" she parrots confused, "What do you mean 'no'?"

"For all he knows, I'm still back there sleeping in my room. I'm still there with him," he explains.

"Man," she comments, "how long does he sleep then?"

"Long periods," Evile informs her.

"Wow," she replies, "he's a heavy sleeper. Thought for sure his inner mechanics were fine, guess I'm wrong."

"No," she turns to him and tilts her head perplexed as he continues, "his bodily functions are still the same as before he lost his powers, that means even his metabolism works well at burning loads of energy."

"Well," she interjects, "shouldn't he be awake by now and trying to find you?"

She adds as she narrows her eyes, "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Evile asks her, intrigued with her statement.

"Unless you put sedatives into his food and drink so that way he won't follow you," she reasons with a knowing smirk.

Evile remains silent and she concludes, "Wow Evile, you're cold. I mean... That's cold. Forcing him to sleep while you play."

"Believe me," he counters, "if I haven't he'll be trying to follow us and try to prove he can be helpful. Don't need him to get hurt before we can use him to help our means."

"I completely forgot you were the "King of Compartmentalization"," she air quoted it.

"Very funny," he remarks.

They finally land on a two story building that was looking at the shady complex and both were kneeling in the shadows; gazing it carefully.

He asks her, "So he's down there?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Sheila nods.

Evile turns to her and eyes widen, "What you do think you're doing?"

"Bhat?" she asks as she takes a bite out of a piece of bread, "I'm hungry."

"Want a bite?" she questions as she hands him a piece.

"Uh... Not really," he answers her as he pushes her paw away, "Just not used to eating while spying on someone."

She shrugs as she continues eating and he states questioningly, "So...Do you think the weapons are in there?"

She answers with a mouthful, "Probably."

"Alright then," he states as stands up, "time to finish this."

He jumps off while Sheila screams, "MMFH!"

In the building...

A bunch of goons wearing full black suits and were scattered around the place. Some were standing, some were sitting and one was leaning on the door. One was telling a story while everyone was listening, "So I got this sucker by the throat, you see and-and... Um... He says-"

He was interrupted by the sound of the door ripping off its hinges and knocking out the goon by the door. Evile stands there with his claws extended while Sheila was grabbing her throat and panting.

The goon under the door groans painfully, "Well... I supposed that's one way of opening the door. Ow."

"What do we have here?" another goon asks, "This is a pleasant surprise, isn't it?"

"Wait..." Sheila tries to breath, "Hang on... Bread... Lodged... In esophagus."

She coughs, "Man... Almost like hacking a hairball."

Another goon walks over to Evile and unsheathes his sword, placing it on Evile's shoulder. "Ain't no one gets near the boss without first making an a "point"ment."

He laughs while Evile continues to glare, "Get my "point"?"

"Hey you hard of hearing?" he asks Evile, "you can't just barge in here. The boss is busy, you can't just "cut" in front of his other clients. You ain't never gonna live to see tomorrow. Did ya get that?"

"The only thing I'm having trouble of comprehending...or in your words, "struggling to get", is how you can talk easily while using double negatives like it's breathing air."

"Huh?" he asks Evile, "What?"

"You don't even realize it," Evile sighs, "here let me show you."

He raises on paw and slices through the goons neck, the head rolls off and the body flops onto the floor.

"Damn...," he waves his paw clean of blood, "I meant to fix his grammar and I went on and cut off his head instead. My, my... I really do need to work on that."

The Boxer, Rocky, wearing a red light armor with no helmet, shaking his head with a disappointed sigh. "Tsk. Tsk."

He turns to one of his subordinates, "Rex, what have I always told you?"

Rex reciting what Rocky has told me and others countless times before, ""Never get in punchin' range unless yer knife already in their chest.""

"As I thought," Rocky nods as he orders, "Now...clean up this mess and either burn the corpse or throw it over a cliff."

"As you wish," one of the goons comply as they grab the body and leave the room.

Rocky turns his attention to Evile and Sheila with a harden glare, "So... What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"For one to see what goods you have," Sheila admits.

"Secondly," Evile adds, "because we want the money."

Sheila concurs, "Yeah, especially the money."

"My," he smiles, "I like how "The Lady" thinks."

Sheila retorts irked, ""The Lady" is going to start hurting people if you keep talking; especially like that."

"Mmm," he comments, "Foxy... Fiery. Very well then, what can Rocky do for you?"

"The weapon package. Where is it?" she asks with a demanding tone.

Rocky grabs his crotch, "Right here, take a look at it."

Sheila pulls out a hilt as a red energy forms a blade and she cuts a chair while talking venomously, "Wrong...Answer."

"Hmm," he playfully teases them, "if only I knew where my key was."

Sheila eyed the floor and found what looks like a gold key. She was about to grab it, until Evile stops her by pulling her paw.

She looks back at him and he states, "It's a fake."

Rocky chortles with an amused smirk, "I'm very impressed. I'm very impressed with your skills, even the best gold smith's here would never notice that was a forgery; however, you noticed it in just a glance."

Evile speaks to Rocky, "Listen up. Make this easy on yourself and hand over the weapons you're hiding."

"Hah," Rocky guffaw loudly, "that was a good one."

Rocky snaps his fingers as his henchmen surround Evile and Sheila, "Kill the girl, but not him. I want him alive."

Sheila brings out another energy sword as she and Evile are back-to-back.

"So...," Evile speak over his shoulder, "Want to know something about these guys?"

Sheila replies with a confident smirk, "Oh, please do tell."

He explains, "Every single one of these scum bags are guilty of at least one count of murder."

She raises a brow with a smirk, "Oh, are they now?"

A goon laughs as he places spiked knuckle braces, "Yeah, and? So what yer point?"

Another adds while swinging two energy scimitars, "Gonna be two more counts when we dun wit you assholes."

Evile informs them calmly, "Here's a little – special publicized fact for you, little boys and girls."

"In the land and especially within the boundaries of the palace," he speaks as he enters a fighting stance, "murder carries the death penalty."

He tells Sheila, "After you."

The goon with the braces rushed over to do a frontal attack at Evile. He blocks it with his arm and Evile stabs the man in the abdomen, stunning him and the slashes at his throat. He sidesteps to avoid being hit by the other goon's energy scimitar. Sheila was about charge at Rocky, but stops as she ducks to avoid a swing of an ax. She jumps back as the goon shows off his skills with his two axes.

"You know," she smirks widely, "you shouldn't play with sharp toys like those?"

"Oh," he comments, "why's dat?"

She smiles and he growls, "You teasin' me?"

Before she could even say a thing; he threw one of his axes at her and she side-stepped to avoid the attack. When she turns back, the axe swished through the air vertically, Sheila leaping to the side. It crashed into the ground and emitted a shower of sparks, the yellow spheres cascading onto his clothing.

The impact crack the ground and another goon fell into the small crevice. The axe wielding one charges at Sheila and swings his axe down, but Sheila brings up the sword and blocks the attack. Both were in a stand still, until Sheila started to smirk. "This is why little boys shouldn't play with sharp toys."

She quickly pushes up and the axe slices through his head with a sickening crunch and then he falls onto the floor. She turns around as another goon cautiously takes his stance while Evile was looking at another.

All four stop as Rocky lightly snickers with a soft clap of appreciation.

"My, my... Evile, you are quite the monster. Very efficient killer you are," Rocky comments.

"I wonder..." he continues as he rubs his chin, "I wonder how you knew I was here? Hmm... Or better, why are you here yourself?"

Evile glares at him as Rocky talks away, "Trying to do an assassination job, are you? I wouldn't blame you. With your skills, easy job and faster money. Which means you'll leave and when you do, we'll have only a loose end to worry."

"Now that loose end..." Rocky looks only at Evile, "Leroy. What to do with Leroy?"

Evile explodes with anger as he stands up, bring his second head and extends his spikes and extra set of arms.

He growls as he is on the floor, like an animal waiting to attack, "Don't you dare bring him into this! He has nothing to do with this! I swear, if you do something...I'M GOING TO SPLIT YOUR FACE OPEN, GROUND YOUR BODY UP AND STORE IT UP IN A BOTTLE AND THROW IT INTO THE SEA!"

Rocky stands from his booth, "My, my, my... Such morbid imagination you have too... Such a menacing creature you are. "

He adds giving a quick glance to Evile, " Of course, I'd never fight with you head on... I wouldn't stand a chance. Especially in my condition, with my unfit busted leg and my fractured arm, which never healed."

Sheila walks over to him, "What are you playing?"

He smiles, "Recovery was such a bitch."

Sheila rolls her eyes, "Big whoop! You spent mad loads of money to help you."

Evile adds quickly glancing at Sheila, "Just because you healed yourself, doesn't make a difference that you can't beat us."

"Oh Evile, Evile, Evile..." he begins to walk, "I had so much m-"

He stops as he extends his arm out and blocks Sheila's surprised attack, stunning both Evile and Sheila. Then he quickly punches her in the gut and she groans, "Gah!"

Her body flies across the room into a wall, breaking a table and made a decent crack in the wall. Also, a loud echoing Crack sound was heard as she falls harshly onto the floor.

"Such crude behavior," he dusts off his armor and cracks his knuckles, "I was in the middle of saying something."

"Anyway," he lightly paces back and forth, "I know you probably already read my files and thought 'Rocky's not that strong.' But...times change and people change as well."

"That still won't be enough," Evile remarks.

Rocky stops and turns to him, "Enough? It's more than enough! These passed six or seven months have been nothing but hell! We need to change things here in order to live!"

"You'd think a revolution will help you?" Evile asks him.

"Revolution is the only way we of the lower class can topple our oppressor and make the change," Rocky states seriously.

"That plan will never work," Evile counters with a growl, "I'll make sure of it. That it won't work. I'll make sure nobody does. You can't use people to help with your means!"

"Nobody eh?" Rocky smirks, "Use people... What about you Evile? You must've used and double-crossed people in your line of work."

He adds, "And Leroy is just one more name to that list, isn't he?"

"Nnggg," Shelia groans as she softly lifts her head, which is bleeding from the impact from the floor.

Rocky continues, "You're going to drop him on a whim like that."

"Grrrr. SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Evile yells as he fires a beam out of his eyes.

Rocky dodges the three hits like it was nothing.

'He was tough, no doubt.' Evile notes as he stood tensely with his muscles tingling.

He charges at Rocky with a swipe of his razor claws. Swish!

Rocky places both hand behind his back as he keeps evading the strikes, "I really got to drop the habit of dodgin'. There's no fun at all for me."

Rocky turns to kick at Evile's side, but Evile quickly duck from a hit from Rocky's kick. Rocky manages to find Sheila's discarded weapon and bolts to Evile. A narrow miss from Rocky's attack, Evile avoided only by a nimble leap to the side. Another trio of slashes forced him to roll backwards, the blade coming close enough to whip a breeze across his skin.

"What's the matter Evile?" he teases Evile, "Is this all you got?"

"Nnnyaahhh!" Evile screams as he tries to punch Rocky, "Take this!"

Rocky grabs Evile's fist like it was nothing and Evile's eyes widen as Rocky pulls back his fist, which glowed, and a straight hammer fist in Evile's sternum. Evile spat in pain, "Guh!"

He heard a loud crack as he flies down the room. Evile grabs his chest as he tries to stand.

So they stood, staring each other down. Rocky's eyes never blinked once.

'It's going to be quick,' he rejoiced in thought as a smirk creeps on his face.

Evile trying to get into a good defense stance, but his enemy lashed out with an assault that came on like lightning.

'Unbelievable, he's too fast,' Evile thought, barely able to avoid the lethal blow of Rocky's sword.

Evile dodge rolls away to avoid the attack, but Rocky was behind his and kicks him hard. Evile flies through a wall and slams into a wall in the alley as his body slumps onto the floor.

Rocky causally walks out the door and asks, "Had enough yet?"

Evile tries to make a comeback, "Ffff... Fff..."

"Now, don't worry your pretty little head Evile," Rocky comments as he kneels in front of Evile, "I'm not gonna kill ya. If I do that... I'll have more people on my tail. If I get more people on my tail, I'll never be able to set my plans in motion. So... I'm allowing you to live so that way you can be an example of my strength and what happens if anyone opposes me."

Rocky grabs Evile's face and adds, "If I ever catch you again though; I'll kill you and make that bitch of yours scream like no tomorrow."

Rocky retracts his hand as Evile tries to bite it, "My, my...Still have some juice in ya?"

Rocky gets ready to punch, but Sheila appears in a blinding light and grabs Rocky's fist.

"What the-!" Rocky asks shocked as Sheila bites her tongue not to scream from the block.

"I...think," she pants as she pushes back his fist, "we'll pass."

She pushes a button on her wrist and both are gone in a bright light.

"She's a sneaky one," Rocky comments as he looks at the empty spot, "Bitch has more tricks on her sleeve."

He turns around and adds, "Doesn't matter. They're both wet behind the ears and are years away from my level."