Author's Note: Ah, who am I kidding? I couldn't resist posting another chapter, so technically this fanfic isn't on hiatus. I feel like I lied to everyone about that. Anyway, school's fine and whatnot, Superjailfan101's life still is a bit much, and I'm having to deal with a lot myself. (Plus, there's the fact that I'm in love with Ty, even though he has a fiancee.) Whatever, whatever. Please enjoy this chapter.

-Voltalia

Fidel Avila II was flying over the Atlantic Ocean inside an old U.S Army fighter plane from the Bay of Pigs days. With him were the feminist extremist Charlotte Lucien, her intern Bertha Larsson, and their hostage Finn Warden whom they had drafted to lure his sister Mistress Minor and her other siblings into a trap. Fidel was still amazed that they got away with kidnapping Finn and all, having expected one of the Nurses (or at least someone) to notice at some point. His favorite part of the plan was persuading the Doctor and the Nurses that he had come to them based on concern and not malice. Charlotte didn't even have to say or do anything besides watch how Finn was being questioned. However, they were a bit concerned about the fact that Finn was housing his dead parents in his mind and would let them take over him any moment now. Nevertheless, they were confident that they would get their revenge.

Fidel sighed.

"Never you worry, young Felix." the Cuban leader said. "The universe I'm going to drop you off at will be no better than the universe you know and love. You poor scared lil' bastard, I almost feel sorry for the pain you must be going through. But where we're going, you won't even need to suffer. Despite what others have said, Hell is actually a rather nice place. So I think you'll like it. So sweet dreams, boy."

"Fidel?" Bertha spoke up meekly.

"Yes?" the sooty black-haired Cuban leader asked.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" the Danish girl replied with another question.

Fidel scowled to himself and promptly ignored her. Finn tried his best to stay awake but he couldn't resist the urge to nod off.

"So anyway..." Charlotte started speaking up. "You were talking about your sister Marcela?"

"Yeah." Fidel replied happily. "I can't believe it myself. She's probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen on the planet. and lo and behold, she is expecting my niece. I can't believe this is the same woman who, as a little girl, helped accompany Mother on her attacks of the shantytowns and the internment camps filled with prisoners of war and their children. God bless the women who would willingly hurt others..."

"From what I'm getting, she sounds about as attractive as my father's corpse." Finn murmured in his sleep, having been possessed by his father Warden just now.

"You better take that back, you sack of shit!" Fidel hissed into his face.

"Fidel, leave him alone." Charlotte firmly commanded. "He's better off asleep now. Trust me. He's no better than all the other men but we can't risk him screaming for help."

"I suppose you're right." Fidel reluctantly said. "But we still have to ditch him once we go through that portal."

"How long until we get to Madagascar, sir?" Bertha asked.

"Soon, Bertha." Fidel replied confidently. "Soon."


A few hours later, they landed in their destination.

"Ahh, Madagascar." Fidel exhaled. "You smell that? That is the smell of success."

"No it's not." Bertha contradicted. "Success doesn't have a smell. In fact, it smells like urine and, I guess, sulfur or something..."

"You're an idiot." Finn, now being possessed by his mother Mistress Major, simply said.

"Thanks, Felix or- should I say? -Mistress Major." Fidel gratefully said for once. "I think she needed that."

At that moment, they came across a Malagasy girl, probably around seven or eight, who blocked their path.

"You shall not pass!" she shouted.

"Oh ho." Fidel chuckled to himself. "Excuse me, little girl, but did anyone tell you to respect grown-ups?"

"You shall not pass!" the girl repeated.

"Screaming! Why are you screaming?!" Finn asked in his usual manner. "Stop screaming!"

"Make me!" the girl yelled back.

Finn lunged forward at the girl and they fought for a bit. The girl, surprisingly strong for her age, began to beat the crap out of the seventeen-year-old boy. Finn felt powerless until his hands extended over the girl's shoulders and onto the nape of her neck. He tried to get up, but he lost his balance and fell backward, accidentally snapping the girl's neck on the way down. Suddenly, Finn was calm yet frightened for a second. He stared at Fidel.

"Felix?" Fidel stared back at Finn for quite a while.

"Look what I've done, you maniac!" Finn screamed at Fidel. "Look what I've done! Look what I've done!"

Fidel couldn't help but look at the girl that now lay deceased. Charlotte didn't resist the chance, either, and then turned her head to Fidel.

"This is why I hate men like you." Charlotte coldly said. "All you've ever done since the world began was kill and destroy and lie and cheat and steal. That's all you've ever done."

"Now wait just a minute, Charlotte." Fidel began. "What about you? You've probably lied and cheated and stolen, too. Isn't that worth bringing up?"

Charlotte suddenly socked him across the face and then promptly slapped him.

"Screw this boy!" Charlotte yelled, pointing at Finn. "I'm going to take matter into my own hands. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to borrow your fighter plane for a moment."