Mari: I am glad you are enjoying Zeke and Danielle. I also hope you like
some of the twists in the story. Though, some can be predictable, lol.
Sakura123: I also agree about Zeke. I don't really care for his character in the movie, but after a couple viewings, I found him quite charming. For a drug pusher...and a potty mouth, hehe. You'll get to see Casey get his share of running soon.
Now on to Chapter 5. Thanks for the reviews.
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 5 ~ A Falling Out
Casey arrived at Delilah's house, holding the baby and trying not to jostle it much. Many things were going through his mind at the moment, but the top one was what the teachers had been talking about. Sighing, Casey walked up to the only two-story house on the block. He walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell.
Delilah answered shortly after. "Oh, Casey! What are you doing here?" she asked casually.
"What a wonderful greeting to your boyfriend," Casey teased.
She said no comment about his remark but opened the screen door that stood before them. "Come in."
Casey walked in and looked around the halls. The house was very well tended too. French pictures lined the foyer and a few little statuettes sat on shelves. There was a large sliding glass door down the hall that lead to the back yard covered with cream horizontal blinds. Making sure not to knock anything over, Casey walked in the center of the hall and followed Delilah into the living area. "I have something I wanted to talk to you about," he commented with uncertainty in his voice.
Delilah walked into the kitchen and brought out a cup of carrots to nibble on. She then joined Casey, who had taken a seat on the couch. She sat quiet for a moment, but after some silence, Delilah cocked her head slightly at Casey. "What is it?"
Casey looked into Delilah's eyes, trying to think of the best way to tell her his fears. After all, they were pretty absurd and after the first time, people might actually think that he would say this to get attention. But Delilah was his girlfriend and she experienced the first time with him. Surely she would believe him. "I think the aliens are back."
"Casey, how can the aliens be back?" Delilah asked with a start. She sat up straight and eyed Casey coolly. "You killed them; there are no more."
"No, you don't understand. I overheard the coach speaking with Mrs. Matters and saying that they were running out of time to do something and that they would have to do what ever it is at the Prom. I think they are up to something Delilah."
"I think your head is cracked," answered the girl as she stood up. "They could have been saying anything. Giving out awards, making some sort of school announcement."
"Right, an announcement letting everyone know they are being invaded," Casey grunted.
"For god's sake Casey-"
"I know this sounds whacked but Delilah, you know it is possible. You know something is out there and I need your help. I can't do this alone."
"What about Stokely?" Delilah asked before biting a bit of carrot. "She knows more about this stuff than I do. She might actually believe it is happening again."
"I thought you would be with me on this," Casey stated with some shock in his voice. "I thought you cared."
"I do care," answered Delilah. She then placed the cup of carrots on the kitchen counter and turned back towards Casey. Her eyes looked confused and unsure at what was going on, but then they quickly changed into something more confident.
"Delilah," Casey pleaded. "Do you think I like telling you about aliens and making myself sound crazy?" A frown appeared on the boy's face then. He looked down to the mechanical baby in his arms, thinking about what he had heard. Delilah could be right. Perhaps the coach was talking about something else.
"Can you prove the aliens are back Casey?" Delilah finally asked, as if she were considering the concept. "Last time you found that 'new species.' Did you find anything like that?"
Casey had to shake his head 'no.' He had not found anything of that sort to help prove his case. He had not had the time to look. He heard Delilah let out a sigh, she was torn between calling him crazy and believing him. But Delilah was too 'down to earth' to believe without proof. "If you find something like that Casey, I could be more decisive on this."
"I am not asking you to be decisive," Casey snapped back, forgetting his temper.
Delilah said nothing though. She just walked over to the sliding glass doors and looked outside. There was silence for what seemed like years before the baby began crying. It snapped both out of their trances and Delilah looked over to Casey who was now working the key in the fake child's back. When Casey finished, he looked up to Delilah and blushed lightly.
"Anyway," Casey finally said. He chose to speak no more about the aliens. He was tired of trying to make her believe him. If she wanted proof he would have to find it. But now was not the time. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Prom with me."
"It depends," Delilah said hesitantly. Casey looked up, wondering what that meant.
"Depends on what?" he asked.
"On the meet tomorrow," Delilah stated. She then walked over to the couch and sat beside Casey again. "You know the rules. I go with who ever wins the race tomorrow. I do it every year."
Casey couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the girl. "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, Delilah. You're my girlfriend and you want to go to the dance with another guy just because he runs fast?"
"Casey, you know taking me as a girl friend that I had responsibilities and a reputation to hold. I will be the laughing stock of the school if you loose the competition and I go with you."
"So already you are looking for a way out if I embarrass you. I thought you were over your bitchy ways?"
"Case, don't get so upset about this, it is only one dance."
Casey stood up from the couch, unable to look Delilah in the eye. It hurt that she could still be so frivolous. He thought she had changed. Yes, she was the most popular girl in school and yes, she had duties because of being the most popular girl in school. But not being able to take his girlfriend to the school dance because it is more important for her to be hanging on some jock's shoulder was ridiculous.
"I'm out of here," he informed Delilah. She did not follow him though. There was nothing more to say and with Casey being the one to leave, she was not about to beg for him. She heard the front door and the screen door slam shut and soon, Delilah was alone. Maybe she should have followed. She ran to the door and looked out the window. Casey was already running down the block.
"Great work," she muttered to herself before setting her forehead against the glass of the window.
Back outside, Casey was walking down the road towards his own home. He cradled the baby into his arms snugly and sighed. "Well, little princes," he cooed to the doll. "Looks like your daddy is not the most loved guy right now." Casey then smiled to himself. He could not believe he was talking to a toy. "Well, at least you appreciate me." Just then, the baby's crying went off again. Casey groaned to himself and searched for his key.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Tracy," asked Stan stubbornly. He sat beside Stokely inside a local Cafe. He held a warm cup of coffee in his hand was looked at Stokely expectantly.
"No," she replied irritably.
"I am going to find your first name, just watch," Stan grunted as he took a sip of his drink. Stokely just sighed and shook her head as she returned to reading a book she had brought while they waited for Casey.
"I wonder what he wanted," Stan then commented.
"I don't know but it seemed urgent," Stokely replied. At that moment, Casey walked into the cafe. His eyes widened with relief when he saw his friends waiting. Quickening his pace, he met the two at the table and sat down. "Hey Case," Stokely greeted.
"What's so important, you wanted to meet us here?" asked Stan.
"Well," Casey began. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise to hear me out first."
Stan looked over to Stokely and visa versa. The two then returned their eyes to Casey and nodded. Casey took a deep breath and prepared himself. Then, he spoke. "I think the aliens are back."
Silence.
"Are you sure about this?" asked Stan with hesitation in his voice. "Yea, Case," added Stokely. "Has something happened?"
It was then that Casey explained to the two about the incident in the library. He told of the odd behavior of both coach Willis and Mrs. Matters and of the other voice he could not decipher. Both Stan and Stokely listened intently and carefully at everything. "I felt this feeling of deja vu. Like it was happening again."
"Have you told Delilah about this?" asked Stan.
"Yea, and she doesn't believe me," Casey returned. "She thinks I am saying these things to get attention."
"Just like her," Stokely rolled her eyes. "Well, what do you want us to do?"
"I don't know," Casey returned. "I have no proof the aliens are back. So I have to find some."
"I would think your best bet would be the library," Stan suggested. "They didn't want you guys in there, so naturally it is there they are hiding." Casey nodded in agreement. What ever was going on, whether the faculty were aliens again or not, the truth was in that library.
"Well, what do you need from us?" asked Stokely. She finally closed her book and placed it on the table surface. Her brow furrowed from concentration.
"I need someone to come with me to the library, I was hoping one of you guys."
"We can go now," Stan said thoughtfully. The school will be closing and no one should be in the library.
"I can't," Casey shook his head. "I am starting the track meet tomorrow and I have homework,"
"Ah, the class wuss turned jock," Stokely smirked. She then glanced over to Stan, studying his face for some sort of sign. He nodded to her and she returned her attention to Casey. "We'll go ourselves and tell you if we find out anything."
Casey's eyes brightened and a curl appeared on his lips. "Thanks."
"Let's just hope it's your imagination though, Casey," Stan added. "I can't believe the aliens are back. I thought we killed them all."
"It is possible that these could be different aliens," Stokely stated distantly. "Or the same kind only more of them. A different queen."
"Lovely," Stan huffed. "So, what do we do?"
The three were silent for a few moments. Casey could not answer Stan's question. They needed some basis to start on, some sort of idea of where to look and what to do. It was then that Casey noticed the book Stokely was reading. It was Star Wars, by the logo on the cover. "The Empire Strikes Back?" Casey asked with a raised eyebrow. Stokely looked at the book and thumbed through the pages she had already read. "Is it as good as the movie?"
Stokely shrugged and nodded. "It is the movie, only some geek decided he wants to read it instead of watch it."
"Like you," Casey teased. Stokely smirked at the comment and placed the book back on the table.
"It's one of my favorite sequels and I thought I would read while waiting for-" Stokely paused for a moment, her face straining with concentration. Casey noticed the look immediately, as did Stan. "That's it."
"What's it?" asked Stan.
"A sequel. What if the aliens returning is our sequel?"
Casey and Stan looked at each other, now intrigued by the suggestion. "It is possible," answered Casey. "But, how do we know if we are in a sequel or not?"
"There are a certain aspects of the story that changes in a sequel. Things evolve into more intricate story plots." Stokely was still thinking about her theory. All kinds of ideas were going through her head. She trusted Casey and knew he would not make something up like returning aliens.
"I don't think I believe this," Stan said with a strained laugh. "I mean, this isn't the movies; it's real life, we don't have sequels."
"No?" asked Stokely, now determined to prove Stan wrong. "Let's look at the evidence. There are certain themes that belong in a sequel: first, there is the introduction to new characters." She then looked over to Casey with a quizzical look. "Know anyone new?"
"Morgance," Casey responded hesitantly.
"Yes, Morgance," answered Stokely. "Which leads us into the next theme of a sequel. Angst. All good stories need character development. Events and people that make a main character grow." Stokely paused and leaned into the table. "Look at yourself, joining the track team because of Delilah and actually liking it; it screams character development."
"True, I suppose," said Casey with a scowl. He really was not in the mood to be thinking about track, Delilah, or anything else about his personal life at the moment. He let out a sigh, and looked at Stokely with determination and curiosity. "What else?"
"Well, this is a small one but still found in sequels. There is usually some sort of comic relief; usually someone different and you would not expect."
"Well that isn't suitable with us," said Casey. "Non of us have done anything funny."
"Wait," said Stan with a grin. "Stokes, what about Jane? Is your first name Jane?""
"Stan," Stokely growled but tried to keep her voice in a whisper. "We are in the middle of a conversation and I am not telling you my first name." Stan leaned back on his chair and threw an arm up in defeat before falling silent again.
Casey bowed his head in thought and then looked up for more tips. "Go on."
"In sequels to stories, someone is usually betrayed. Someone trusted becomes a back-stabber. Look at Lando Calrissian in Empire, for example. Also, the main character is usually forced to confront a major fear."
"Like me running?" asked Casey.
"No, you don't have a fear of running; you just don't like to do it. There is a difference," answered Stokely. "No, this will be something big; something you won't expect." There was silence for a moment. "The last thing I can think of is the effects and the aliens themselves are always bigger and stronger; harder to beat."
"Oh," Stan finally interrupted. "Wonderful."
"Not something I am looking forward to either," said Casey.
"It will be all right, Casey; there is always the phrase: the bigger they are, the harder they fall."
"I just hope that statement is true in our situation," answered Casey.
"Well, we got a sequel on our hands, so I suppose we better get to work before it gets too late," Stan stated with a sigh. He did not like this alien bit at all. Why couldn't the blasted creatures just die and not bother with this world? "Get some rest tonight, we'll see what we can find."
"Thanks Stan," Casey replied before leaving the Cafe. Stan was quiet until the boy left. He then turned to Stokely, his face full of worry.
"Do you really think the aliens are back?"
Stokely shrugged her shoulders before standing up. "Who knows? But I'm not taking any chances." Stan nodded in agreement and a few moments later, both left the cafe and made their way back to the high school.
"I just don't understand. We killed their first Queen. You would think they wouldn't want to come here and live anymore," Stan shrugged.
"It's not about living anymore," answered Stokely. "In the sequels, there is only one reason for the villains to return."
"And what would that be?"
"Revenge."
Sakura123: I also agree about Zeke. I don't really care for his character in the movie, but after a couple viewings, I found him quite charming. For a drug pusher...and a potty mouth, hehe. You'll get to see Casey get his share of running soon.
Now on to Chapter 5. Thanks for the reviews.
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 5 ~ A Falling Out
Casey arrived at Delilah's house, holding the baby and trying not to jostle it much. Many things were going through his mind at the moment, but the top one was what the teachers had been talking about. Sighing, Casey walked up to the only two-story house on the block. He walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell.
Delilah answered shortly after. "Oh, Casey! What are you doing here?" she asked casually.
"What a wonderful greeting to your boyfriend," Casey teased.
She said no comment about his remark but opened the screen door that stood before them. "Come in."
Casey walked in and looked around the halls. The house was very well tended too. French pictures lined the foyer and a few little statuettes sat on shelves. There was a large sliding glass door down the hall that lead to the back yard covered with cream horizontal blinds. Making sure not to knock anything over, Casey walked in the center of the hall and followed Delilah into the living area. "I have something I wanted to talk to you about," he commented with uncertainty in his voice.
Delilah walked into the kitchen and brought out a cup of carrots to nibble on. She then joined Casey, who had taken a seat on the couch. She sat quiet for a moment, but after some silence, Delilah cocked her head slightly at Casey. "What is it?"
Casey looked into Delilah's eyes, trying to think of the best way to tell her his fears. After all, they were pretty absurd and after the first time, people might actually think that he would say this to get attention. But Delilah was his girlfriend and she experienced the first time with him. Surely she would believe him. "I think the aliens are back."
"Casey, how can the aliens be back?" Delilah asked with a start. She sat up straight and eyed Casey coolly. "You killed them; there are no more."
"No, you don't understand. I overheard the coach speaking with Mrs. Matters and saying that they were running out of time to do something and that they would have to do what ever it is at the Prom. I think they are up to something Delilah."
"I think your head is cracked," answered the girl as she stood up. "They could have been saying anything. Giving out awards, making some sort of school announcement."
"Right, an announcement letting everyone know they are being invaded," Casey grunted.
"For god's sake Casey-"
"I know this sounds whacked but Delilah, you know it is possible. You know something is out there and I need your help. I can't do this alone."
"What about Stokely?" Delilah asked before biting a bit of carrot. "She knows more about this stuff than I do. She might actually believe it is happening again."
"I thought you would be with me on this," Casey stated with some shock in his voice. "I thought you cared."
"I do care," answered Delilah. She then placed the cup of carrots on the kitchen counter and turned back towards Casey. Her eyes looked confused and unsure at what was going on, but then they quickly changed into something more confident.
"Delilah," Casey pleaded. "Do you think I like telling you about aliens and making myself sound crazy?" A frown appeared on the boy's face then. He looked down to the mechanical baby in his arms, thinking about what he had heard. Delilah could be right. Perhaps the coach was talking about something else.
"Can you prove the aliens are back Casey?" Delilah finally asked, as if she were considering the concept. "Last time you found that 'new species.' Did you find anything like that?"
Casey had to shake his head 'no.' He had not found anything of that sort to help prove his case. He had not had the time to look. He heard Delilah let out a sigh, she was torn between calling him crazy and believing him. But Delilah was too 'down to earth' to believe without proof. "If you find something like that Casey, I could be more decisive on this."
"I am not asking you to be decisive," Casey snapped back, forgetting his temper.
Delilah said nothing though. She just walked over to the sliding glass doors and looked outside. There was silence for what seemed like years before the baby began crying. It snapped both out of their trances and Delilah looked over to Casey who was now working the key in the fake child's back. When Casey finished, he looked up to Delilah and blushed lightly.
"Anyway," Casey finally said. He chose to speak no more about the aliens. He was tired of trying to make her believe him. If she wanted proof he would have to find it. But now was not the time. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Prom with me."
"It depends," Delilah said hesitantly. Casey looked up, wondering what that meant.
"Depends on what?" he asked.
"On the meet tomorrow," Delilah stated. She then walked over to the couch and sat beside Casey again. "You know the rules. I go with who ever wins the race tomorrow. I do it every year."
Casey couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the girl. "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, Delilah. You're my girlfriend and you want to go to the dance with another guy just because he runs fast?"
"Casey, you know taking me as a girl friend that I had responsibilities and a reputation to hold. I will be the laughing stock of the school if you loose the competition and I go with you."
"So already you are looking for a way out if I embarrass you. I thought you were over your bitchy ways?"
"Case, don't get so upset about this, it is only one dance."
Casey stood up from the couch, unable to look Delilah in the eye. It hurt that she could still be so frivolous. He thought she had changed. Yes, she was the most popular girl in school and yes, she had duties because of being the most popular girl in school. But not being able to take his girlfriend to the school dance because it is more important for her to be hanging on some jock's shoulder was ridiculous.
"I'm out of here," he informed Delilah. She did not follow him though. There was nothing more to say and with Casey being the one to leave, she was not about to beg for him. She heard the front door and the screen door slam shut and soon, Delilah was alone. Maybe she should have followed. She ran to the door and looked out the window. Casey was already running down the block.
"Great work," she muttered to herself before setting her forehead against the glass of the window.
Back outside, Casey was walking down the road towards his own home. He cradled the baby into his arms snugly and sighed. "Well, little princes," he cooed to the doll. "Looks like your daddy is not the most loved guy right now." Casey then smiled to himself. He could not believe he was talking to a toy. "Well, at least you appreciate me." Just then, the baby's crying went off again. Casey groaned to himself and searched for his key.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Tracy," asked Stan stubbornly. He sat beside Stokely inside a local Cafe. He held a warm cup of coffee in his hand was looked at Stokely expectantly.
"No," she replied irritably.
"I am going to find your first name, just watch," Stan grunted as he took a sip of his drink. Stokely just sighed and shook her head as she returned to reading a book she had brought while they waited for Casey.
"I wonder what he wanted," Stan then commented.
"I don't know but it seemed urgent," Stokely replied. At that moment, Casey walked into the cafe. His eyes widened with relief when he saw his friends waiting. Quickening his pace, he met the two at the table and sat down. "Hey Case," Stokely greeted.
"What's so important, you wanted to meet us here?" asked Stan.
"Well," Casey began. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise to hear me out first."
Stan looked over to Stokely and visa versa. The two then returned their eyes to Casey and nodded. Casey took a deep breath and prepared himself. Then, he spoke. "I think the aliens are back."
Silence.
"Are you sure about this?" asked Stan with hesitation in his voice. "Yea, Case," added Stokely. "Has something happened?"
It was then that Casey explained to the two about the incident in the library. He told of the odd behavior of both coach Willis and Mrs. Matters and of the other voice he could not decipher. Both Stan and Stokely listened intently and carefully at everything. "I felt this feeling of deja vu. Like it was happening again."
"Have you told Delilah about this?" asked Stan.
"Yea, and she doesn't believe me," Casey returned. "She thinks I am saying these things to get attention."
"Just like her," Stokely rolled her eyes. "Well, what do you want us to do?"
"I don't know," Casey returned. "I have no proof the aliens are back. So I have to find some."
"I would think your best bet would be the library," Stan suggested. "They didn't want you guys in there, so naturally it is there they are hiding." Casey nodded in agreement. What ever was going on, whether the faculty were aliens again or not, the truth was in that library.
"Well, what do you need from us?" asked Stokely. She finally closed her book and placed it on the table surface. Her brow furrowed from concentration.
"I need someone to come with me to the library, I was hoping one of you guys."
"We can go now," Stan said thoughtfully. The school will be closing and no one should be in the library.
"I can't," Casey shook his head. "I am starting the track meet tomorrow and I have homework,"
"Ah, the class wuss turned jock," Stokely smirked. She then glanced over to Stan, studying his face for some sort of sign. He nodded to her and she returned her attention to Casey. "We'll go ourselves and tell you if we find out anything."
Casey's eyes brightened and a curl appeared on his lips. "Thanks."
"Let's just hope it's your imagination though, Casey," Stan added. "I can't believe the aliens are back. I thought we killed them all."
"It is possible that these could be different aliens," Stokely stated distantly. "Or the same kind only more of them. A different queen."
"Lovely," Stan huffed. "So, what do we do?"
The three were silent for a few moments. Casey could not answer Stan's question. They needed some basis to start on, some sort of idea of where to look and what to do. It was then that Casey noticed the book Stokely was reading. It was Star Wars, by the logo on the cover. "The Empire Strikes Back?" Casey asked with a raised eyebrow. Stokely looked at the book and thumbed through the pages she had already read. "Is it as good as the movie?"
Stokely shrugged and nodded. "It is the movie, only some geek decided he wants to read it instead of watch it."
"Like you," Casey teased. Stokely smirked at the comment and placed the book back on the table.
"It's one of my favorite sequels and I thought I would read while waiting for-" Stokely paused for a moment, her face straining with concentration. Casey noticed the look immediately, as did Stan. "That's it."
"What's it?" asked Stan.
"A sequel. What if the aliens returning is our sequel?"
Casey and Stan looked at each other, now intrigued by the suggestion. "It is possible," answered Casey. "But, how do we know if we are in a sequel or not?"
"There are a certain aspects of the story that changes in a sequel. Things evolve into more intricate story plots." Stokely was still thinking about her theory. All kinds of ideas were going through her head. She trusted Casey and knew he would not make something up like returning aliens.
"I don't think I believe this," Stan said with a strained laugh. "I mean, this isn't the movies; it's real life, we don't have sequels."
"No?" asked Stokely, now determined to prove Stan wrong. "Let's look at the evidence. There are certain themes that belong in a sequel: first, there is the introduction to new characters." She then looked over to Casey with a quizzical look. "Know anyone new?"
"Morgance," Casey responded hesitantly.
"Yes, Morgance," answered Stokely. "Which leads us into the next theme of a sequel. Angst. All good stories need character development. Events and people that make a main character grow." Stokely paused and leaned into the table. "Look at yourself, joining the track team because of Delilah and actually liking it; it screams character development."
"True, I suppose," said Casey with a scowl. He really was not in the mood to be thinking about track, Delilah, or anything else about his personal life at the moment. He let out a sigh, and looked at Stokely with determination and curiosity. "What else?"
"Well, this is a small one but still found in sequels. There is usually some sort of comic relief; usually someone different and you would not expect."
"Well that isn't suitable with us," said Casey. "Non of us have done anything funny."
"Wait," said Stan with a grin. "Stokes, what about Jane? Is your first name Jane?""
"Stan," Stokely growled but tried to keep her voice in a whisper. "We are in the middle of a conversation and I am not telling you my first name." Stan leaned back on his chair and threw an arm up in defeat before falling silent again.
Casey bowed his head in thought and then looked up for more tips. "Go on."
"In sequels to stories, someone is usually betrayed. Someone trusted becomes a back-stabber. Look at Lando Calrissian in Empire, for example. Also, the main character is usually forced to confront a major fear."
"Like me running?" asked Casey.
"No, you don't have a fear of running; you just don't like to do it. There is a difference," answered Stokely. "No, this will be something big; something you won't expect." There was silence for a moment. "The last thing I can think of is the effects and the aliens themselves are always bigger and stronger; harder to beat."
"Oh," Stan finally interrupted. "Wonderful."
"Not something I am looking forward to either," said Casey.
"It will be all right, Casey; there is always the phrase: the bigger they are, the harder they fall."
"I just hope that statement is true in our situation," answered Casey.
"Well, we got a sequel on our hands, so I suppose we better get to work before it gets too late," Stan stated with a sigh. He did not like this alien bit at all. Why couldn't the blasted creatures just die and not bother with this world? "Get some rest tonight, we'll see what we can find."
"Thanks Stan," Casey replied before leaving the Cafe. Stan was quiet until the boy left. He then turned to Stokely, his face full of worry.
"Do you really think the aliens are back?"
Stokely shrugged her shoulders before standing up. "Who knows? But I'm not taking any chances." Stan nodded in agreement and a few moments later, both left the cafe and made their way back to the high school.
"I just don't understand. We killed their first Queen. You would think they wouldn't want to come here and live anymore," Stan shrugged.
"It's not about living anymore," answered Stokely. "In the sequels, there is only one reason for the villains to return."
"And what would that be?"
"Revenge."