Wh-where am I?" muttered Nightmare as he regained consciousness. He glanced at his surroundings. He was in a dark room, strapped to a chair with steel cables. No one else was in the room but him… he thought. The room had one door, facing right in front of him.
The door opened suddenly, and in walked none other than Grey and Alvosta. Grey was abnormally quiet, but Alvosta seemed to be in a talkative mood.
"So, Nightmare comes to me again, and this time in costume. Splendid. You know, if I was some sort of super-villain, right now I would be telling you my master plan to take over the world and so on. Unfortunately for you, I have no master plan. I'm just a simple businessman who… doesn't like fierce competition from rivals. So, since I don't get to do any of that fun stuff, I guess I'll just have to make use of this AK-47." Pulling out the gun, his smile vanished. "You would be fine right now if you had just let Grey kill your friend, you know. Any last words, Nightmare?"
Defiant to the last, Nightmare responded. "Get a life."
Carefully aiming the gun, Alvosta fired. Nightmare responded. Knocking the chair to the ground in spite of his bonds, the bullets missed him. Struggling on the ground, a bullet pierced his foot. He use his legs to trip Alvosta, and Grey went into action. Jumping onto his foe, Grey sunk his teeth into Nightmare. Nightmare set the cables on his neck, and Grey could not stop himself in time. Nightmare was free.
Dashing out the door, he discovered that he was in Alvosta's closed building. There were a million hiding places to choose from. He took the elevator up to the tenth floor and dove under a desk, planning quickly for his next fight against Grey.
"Where are you, Nightmare?!?!" hissed Grey evilly.
"Idiot, don't toy with him!" scolded Alvosta nearby. "That was my mistake. Kill him quickly if you find him before me."
"Yes, masssster."
Nightmare was as quiet as a mouse under the desk, waiting for one of the duo to find him. He blended in perfectly thanks to his black costume. He looked around for a weapon. He would need one if Grey found him first. His luck was much different from the rooftop battle. Nothing! The closest thing to a weapon he could see was a telephone!
Suddenly, a cold, clammy hand reached under the desk and grabbed his leg.
"Got you, you pessssky hero!"
Nightmare kicked Grey in the stomach, the same spot where several ribs were still broken. Grey clutched his stomach and bent over in pain, giving Nightmare his opportunity. He punched Grey in the face as though his fist was an anvil. Grey fell to the ground in soreness, unable to stand again. His back was broken, and he would never walk again. "Masssster!" he called out. "Massster!"
Alvosta came running, firing bullets in all directions. Barely able top stand from his foot wound, Nightmare dove low and hit Alvosta in the groin. Dropping his gun, Alvosta fell to the ground, holding the tender spot in pain. Nightmare punched him in the face again, and Alvosta worked his way over to the window. With a high kick, the window's glass fell to the ground. All that remained was a hole were the window once was.
"Masssster!" the fallen Grey called out. "Help me!!!! Masssster!!!!"
Alvosta shouted, "Shut up! You are nothing to me!"
Nightmare sent another punch and Alvosta was backed up against the tenth story window.
Grey picked up the gun and fired at his former master. "More than nothing… master."
Alvosta fell out, a bullet embedded in his chest, to his death.
Then, Grey raised the gun to his head, and the life of Grey, servant of Alvosta, ended.