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A fun little one-shot idea which again involves Warren getting what he deserves, hope all enjoy.

In a museum at night, a person dressed all in black descended from the domed ceiling on a thin wire, à la Tom Cruise in "Mission Impossible." He stopped, hovering beside a display case in the center of the room.

It was Andrew, wearing all black clothes and a black beret and a small microphone headset. He attached a small metal device to the side of the display case. Warren and Jonathan walked up beside him.

Warren asked Andrew. "Dude, what are you doing?"

Jonathan pointed out to him. "We're not breaking into Langley here. It's Sunnydale."

Andrew lamely defended himself. "Well, you never know what new stuff they have, better safe than- "

"Okay, the security system here is a guy named Rusty", Warren gave Andrew a shove so that he started spinning head-over-heels in the air. He spun a few times before managing to stop himself.

Warren and Jonathan grinned as the former said. "Now get up."

"Whoa, head rush. Cool", Andrew grinned, disconnecting himself from the wires.

"Guys, come on, quit jerking around", Warren walked over to the display case. He had a small gas tank strapped to his back.

He removed the device that Andrew attached to the glass, tossing it over his shoulder. Jonathan caught it. Warren produced a small blowtorch and began cutting the glass.

Andrew then told Jonathan. "See, that's cool. How come he gets to play with all the cool stuff?"

Jonathan reminded. "Because I'm allergic to methane and you're still afraid of hot things?"

Andrew was pouty. "I know."

"Besides, the tank kept making both of us tip over, remember?" Jonathan added.

Warren had finished cutting up the whole glass. He knocked out the whole glass, revealing a long and beautiful sword inside.

It was one from a bygone age, one that none remembered, and Warren had heard tales of its power from people, and read up online too, and in some books.

If he wanted to be the ultimate arch-nemesis to the Slayer, this sword would come in good use.

"Whoa man! We finally have that sword!" Andrew said with wide and awed eyes.

"But didn't the book on this say that if someone evil touches it, the original owner shall kill that person?" Jonathan then reminded.

Warren scoffed. "Don't believe in fairy stories. A sword that old has to be really powerful, so they made a story to stop people from taking it."

With that, he touched the hilt of the sword, and in that moment, the truth about the enchantment was revealed.

A smoke swirled, and formed a tall Man, of 6 feet and 6 inches, wearing kingly armor and a cloak, with a beard and long hair.

In his eyes was wisdom and experience acquired over a long life, and the sword went right into his hand.

"Uh, who are you?" Jonathan asked him.

"I am Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, High King of Gondor and Arnor", Aragorn introduced himself with pride in his voice, before holding up the sword. "This is Andúril, the Flame of the West, my sword."

"All right, nice history lesson, now give it to me", Warren spoke up.

"If any who touches this sword be evil, I am summoned", Aragorn spoke, now making Warren's eyes widen, and Aragorn looked down on the pathetic scum. "And you are the one who touched it, you are evil."

"No! I am not! There has been a mistake!" Warren shook his head.

Aragorn decided he could be fair, and inquired. "Tell me what you intend to do."

"We shall be rulers of this town, ultimate evil villains like Lex Luthor, and make the Slayer our sex slave!" Andrew spoke up confidently, before realizing what he had said as Warren shot him a glare.

"Who is the Slayer?" Aragorn simply asked, though what Andrew had just said made it clear what their intentions were.

"A Woman chosen to fight evil and the forces of darkness in every generation", Jonathan said, and now Aragorn's choice was clear.

"Then I have to end your evil here", Aragorn declared, as Warren was terrified.

"Come on! Do something!" Warren yelled to the other two, as Jonathan started digging into his bag, but they were too slow.

Aragorn ran his sword through Warren's chest, and he gasped as blood poured out of his mouth, his last sight being that of Aragorn looking at him neutrally, and then his eyes turned glassy as his life left him.

Aragorn pulled his sword out as Warren's corpse fell to the ground, with Jonathan and Andrew looking in horror.

Next moment, the sword was back where it was supposed to be, and Aragorn was nowhere to be seen.

The two quickly bolted out, and left the town in fear that his spirit may haunt them if they remained in Sunnydale.

And like that, Aragorn once more destroyed evil even generations after his passing.

Aragorn the hero, taking down evil even after his time has passed. Warren should not touch things he is unworthy of.

Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another update.