Shadows danced about the forest of flesh with glee, celebrating the dark flames that gave them life. The throne they danced around, the one their creators sat upon, stood still, frozen in time. Wax coated flesh trees stood tall and eerily still, like massive candles made for the dinner table of the gods. In the center of it all, a living wax figure of Jeffrey Epstein staring Peggy Hill in the eyes.

"You gonna stand there the whole time like a deer in headlights? I haven't even finished warming up" Peggy boasted. Epstein didn't react.

He's using the fire to keep me away, somehow he's already figured out that my jutsu relies on feet, Peggy thought to herself, took it long enough, I figured out his jutsu relies on wax right off the bat. She took a deep breath. Upon release, she threw a sweeping kick that sent a massive gust of chakra infused wind at the flaming forest. The flames shrunk a little, but sprang back to life in an instant. The creature performed a short hand sign. A few yards from Peggy, a long candle grew from the ground, lit with a purple flame. The flame grew intense and then shot a ball of fire at Peggy, who jumped to the side. It shot another, she leapt again. Another, she jumped out of range of the candle, which sunk back into the ground. Once again, a candle grew nearby and began shooting balls of fire at her. Peggy ran towards a large waxy tentacle spire and jumped off of it to propel herself through the air and into the candle with a kick, snapping in two, before jumping back out of range of the black flames.

I can't run from these purple flames forever she thought to herself. Another candle popped up nearby and began shooting at her, forcing her to continue running along the coast of the flaming area. She noticed a tentacle tree nearby that stood taller than the other and ran to it. Quickly scaling the tree, a fleet of flames following from behind, she made it to the top. She then launched herself from the tree to the ceiling of the haunted house, before shooting back down at an incomprehensible velocity, carrying a single kick which she expelled with all the chakra infused wind she could muster. The blast of two hundred mile per hour chakra wind continuously berated the black flames for six whole seconds, extinguishing a majority of them. Giving Peggy just enough time to follow through with an overhead head kick to Epstein's skull.

"I can do this all day," Peggy said. The magnum opus collapsed into a hot puddle of wax. Another wax clone, she thought, scanning her surroundings. The black fire crept back in, slowly growing and surrounding her like an angry crowd. She hopped out of the wax forest where Epstein stood waiting for her. He blew a wave of heat towards her, forcing her to expel chakra from her feet, diverting her path left with a twirl. A few inches of her pompadour were burned off as she narrowly avoided incineration.

"It's one thing to stab my son, but to burn the hair I spent all morning on?" she yelled, landing on a tree and jumping back towards the creature. She began barrel-rolling foot-fist towards it in a drill-like motion.

"Peggy-style, daredevils drill," she said, plowing into Epstein's ribs with a flurry of kicks. The magnum opus's chest melted into hot wax, engulfing her feet. It quickly rehardened, trapping her.

"Looks like your ribcage became a rib cage," she said, laughing at her own joke. The creature grunted in confusion. Peggy threw her weight into a sideways twist, slamming Epstein into the ground. She expelled chakra from her feet, blowing a massive hole in the chest of the creature and releasing her. She gracefully landed nearby. The creature once again burst into hot wax.

"Vivemos trucos es simplest," Peggy said, "stop playing hwuegos and fight me."

Epstein rose from the wax behind her like a glossy vampire and sent an uppercut into her spine. Peggy fell forward, coughing blood, before turning around with a spinning kick. The creature caught her kick effortlessly. He mercilessly drove his elbow into her leg, causing her to yelp in pain and fall to the ground. He stomped on her face – an eyeball popped out! He stomped on her face again, completely crushing her skull. He drew back his leg for one final stomp, inhaling deeply. He threw all his weight into an Earth shattering stomp that splattered her head, painting their surroundings with meat. The magnum opus stepped back to admire it's handy work, but Peggy's body suddenly morphed into a pile of spaghetti. Before it had time to think, Peggy unleashed a mighty kick to Epstein's groin, sending it to the roof. It's head slammed into the ceiling, then it fell back to the ground with a thud.

"Please, do you think you're the only one who can make clones?" Peggy said with a devilish grin, "Spa-Peggy and meatballs clone. A Peggy-style specialty on the house, courtesy of your chef, Peggy Hill." The magnum opus slowly rose to its feet, violently shaking from the pain in it's crotch. Peggy charged at it with another kick, but the creature leapt out of the way and back into the black flames.

Ho-yeah, another blow like that and he's done for, Peggy thought to herself, just gotta take care of those black flames. She searched the surrounding area for any way to put out the flames. Nothing but an endless forest of tentacles and two mountains of rodent carcasses nearby. Leaping from tree to tree, avoiding purple flames, Peggy carefully recalled a phrase she had read in a magazine.

If you can't beat 'em, suffocate them, she remembered. Peggy veered left and away from the dark embers towards the two mountains. Quickly weaving between the corrupt grass, careful not to brush against it, she came to the foot of one of the hills. She used chakra to launch herself up and over the mountain with a front flip.

If I kick this mountain too hard, the bodies will be destroyed. I'll need to hold back, she thought to herself, gracefully positioning herself in mid-air. Halfway through her descent, she positioned herself vertically so that both her feet were facing the mountain. She then kicked the mountain, shredding it and sending a storm of strong winds, chakra, and dead rodents towards the black flames. She side hopped to the other hill and kicked it with the same force. The strong winds reduced the burning blaze to faint flickers, and the piling bodies of rats and racoons blanketed what remained.

Peggy made a mad dash for the newly formed pile with a lust to lacerate. From the center of the rodent pile, a fiery vortex shot to the sky. As it dissipated, the magnum opus emerged, half-molten and motionless. Without hesitation, Peggy jumped at Epstein and unleashed a flurry of kicks. To the side of the face, to the liver, the side of the knee, a groin shot, a kick to the jaw; Peggy kicked each rib like Mozart stroking the keys of a piano.

Epstein grunted with each kick, the most emotion he'd expressed since the knife lick. Peggy finished with another overhead blow sending Epstein to the ground like the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs, but worse. The gaping crater left from the vicious blow destroyed the entirety of the wax forest and all the rodent carcasses sitting atop it. All that remained was a puddle of hot wax.

I… I did it… I should start a blog, Peggy thought to herself, a smile growing on her face. She made her way over to the puddle. Looking at it, it seemed deeper than would be natural. She reached out to the puddle, and a wax hand shot out and grasped her.

"Oh!" Peggy screamed, yanking her arm away. The hand held on, causing Peggy to pull the creature out of the puddle. It was Epstein. He grabbed Peggy by the neck with his other hand. Peggy went to kick him but he headbutted her first, causing her to stumble back in a daze. He uppercut punched her gut, causing her to wheeze and fall to the floor. Epstein loomed over her, gripping his dagger tight. Peggy scrambled to crawl away, but the searing pain wouldn't allow it. She wondered if one of her lungs collapsed. Epstein's glare moved down to her feet. He put the dagger back in his pocket.

"Get away from me," she cried, putting her hands up.

Epstein performed a set of hand signs then blew flames at Peggy's feet, scorching her nerves and chakra points. Her screams could be heard all the way from the entrance where Bobby had led Shaggy and Scooby.

Scooby-Doo whimpered at the sound of her torturous shreiks. Bobby pet Scooby to soothe him.

"It's okay Scooby, my moms strong, she'll handle that creep 'til we find my dad," Bobby reassured him. The three left the tent in search of Hank.

Rats, my Peggy-style's useless without my feet. Don't tell me I have to resort to… well I wouldn't expect any less from a wax figure made by Peggy Hill, Peggy thought to herself. Epstein watched as she struggled for her pocket. Putting her hand in, she pulled out a pristine pack of premium cigarettes.

I'm sorry Hank, Peggy thought, lighting one of the cigs with a nearby ember. She put it to her lips. The sweet draw. The cloud of chemicals hugged her lungs. That sweet sensation; a woozy delight.

"You can burn my feet," Peggy spat out, standing up, "take away my jutsu," Puss oozed from her blistered feet as she stood, "but Peggy Hill is one fire you can't put out." Beyond reinvigorated, she threw herself into battle. She entered with a soaring kick; Epstein held his arms up in defense, but the kick still threw him back a hundred meters. He peered up – kicked in the jaw. His body flew left like a ragdoll. Before he could land, he took another blow to the chest from above. He could feel his rib cage collapse as he rocketed to the ground. Before he could land, Peggy kicked him in the spine from below. Again, from above. Then below. Above. Below. Peggy knocked him back and forth through the air like a game of Pong. The magnum opus managed to catch a kick, only to be kicked in the face with her other leg, finally allowing him the relief of hitting the ground.

"You might be my magnum opus, but Peggy Hill is God's magnum opus, ho-yeah" Peggy triumphantly announced. She lifted her bruised, bloody, and burned foot for a fierce fatality – the big finale. A head stomp to stomp all head stomps, it had to pop. She gave her foot the drop. Pop.

Is it over? Peggy wondered, whipping wax from her feet. She fell to the floor, lying next to her creation. Her feet wouldn't carry her any further. The nicotine had entirely worn off and the sharp pain began setting back in. Peggy trembled, but still smiled. She had protected her child. She had proven her strength. Peggy Hill, she thought to herself, kicked someone's ass. The body was grotesque, crumpled and broken. Peggy turned and inspected it. The outer waxy layer was only a shell. Inside, a person; or at least the remaining mush of one. Suddenly, It began melting. Peggy's eyes shot wide open as her heart sank.