Sylva: Can we get on with this now?

Kye: What about the thing?

Sylva: Oh yeah. Attention all readers! Review and get to kiss one of us! Girls get a choice of Kye, any form of Mushrambo, Mushra or Sago. Boys have to choose between either me or... Um... my twin, Streak! So review, please??? Free gift each chapter to reviewers!

Windflame – Sylva: Hercule? Gotcha. gives you 240 pack of pixy stix Enjoy the free gift with your package! hands over Rusephine, a resurrection pack and a box full of explosives

Fufa – Sylva: Harry Potter? Right...gives you 240 pack of pixy stix Enjoy your free gift! Rusephine, a resurrection pack and a box full of explosives is handed over

Sylva: We will now continue with your normal daytime program.

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Sylva pulled out her list. Windflame wanted Hercule dead, and Fufa wanted a Mr Harry Potter removed from existence.

"Kye! Can you wipe out that cowardly arsehole, Hercule?" The cobra boy grinned and nodded, taking out his katana. The blade gleamed in anticipation of a kill. Kye slipped out into the dark. For safety purposes, they had decided to keep the Dark form of Mushrambo. Not to mention, he was a lot more violent.

"Who are we killing?" He asked softly, sipping a glass of red wine. She threw an arm around his shoulder.

"We, my dear Mushrambo, are going to flip-up-and-endo Harry Potter." Grabbing their weapons, the two stalked off.

--Watch the Dragon!--

Kye crept softly through the undergrowth in the forest, listening. He honed in on the racket that was Hercule. The cowardly oaf was talking to the Z Fighters, bragging.

"...And POW! I knocked him clean out the ring! What do you think of that, huh? And then, remember Cell? He fought me before you even got there! He was just too embarrassed to admit I beat him! Hahahahahah!" Vegeta looked like he was going to kill something, and the others were half asleep.

"Well, who do we have here?" Vegeta rumbled, dragging Kye out from his hiding place. Hercule started laughing.

"Ha! It's probably just someone who wants to challenge me. Well, you think you can beat me? Get ready to lose!"

"I beg to differ." Came the reply from the soft spoken boy. Hercule nodded, and got into a fighting stance. Kye pulled the katana from its sheath.

"WAIT!" A reporter tumbled out of the bush. Kye shook his head.

"I should have known." With that, he turned around, hiding his face. Hercule pointed at him.

"Well, aren't ya gonna fight me? Or are ya scared of me? Huh?" Kye swung round, his eyes blazing. No-one ever called him a coward or even insinuated it and survived.

"For that, the reporter goes too." He charged at Hercule, his sword to the side. Hercule simply stood there, overconfident and cocky. He realized his mistake a minute too late, at his head went flying through the air, with a spray of red blood following from his neck. The body flopped lifelessly to the ground. The reporter stared in shock and horror at the coldness of it all. Kye turned, his gold eyes seeming to glow. "You have two seconds to start running."

"Y-Yes sir!" The reporter's legs carried him faster than ever as he ran for cover. After two seconds, Kye raised his hand, and shot a ball of ice energy at the human. He was encased in a block, and the cobra boy smashed it to pieces in one hit.

--flip-up-and-endo Harry Potter--

"So, where are they?" Dark Mushrambo asked, as the two traipsed down the silent and empty halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sylva checked a room for inhabitants, and found a group of Slytherins and Hufflepuffs having a lesson with McGonagall.

"Excuse me, young lady, but..."

"Sorry, wrong room." Sylva said, chucking in a mini nuke. Dark Mushrambo stared.

"Where did you get those?"

"My school, Illuminati University. Want to learn absolutely anything? You can learn it there." She looked in another classroom. "Nope, wrong room...Heya, Cedric!" She shut the door, tossing in a nuke. Screams were heard as the door blew out. "Ravenclaw girls and Cedric..."

"I think this is it." Dark Mushrambo poked her in the side. Sylva was really grouchy. She wanted to kill Harry Potter, right now. And she also wanted to kill Hermione. "Hey Sylva..." He began, but she had looked in already, and asked a random student,

"Does anyone know where the Gryffindors are?"

"They are in their common room, having a party in Potter's honour." She nodded, and suddenly zipped off, dark Mushrambo at her heels. They slashed open the painting of the Fat Lady, and stepped in. All of Gryffindor was there, partying away. She spotted Harry, and whispered in his ear.

"Mr Potter, could you step outside with us for a minute? Miss Granger?" Both followed, as Ron yelled,

"What about me?"

"Ron, we'll be back in a minute." Hermione answered, not at all shaken by the fact that two people with swords were taking them outside. She was soon, as Sylva pressed her up against the wall, Harry following soon after thanks to the Enterran Samurai. "What are you doing?" She gasped, as both took out wooden stakes. They grinned evilly.

"Oh, nothing. Just...eliminating...Some targets." She and Harry screamed as the stakes passed through their stomachs. Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she slipped into darkness. Harry, however, was a bit stronger. He was trying to pull the stake out, but to no avail. "We'll just leave you there, Harry. No point waiting around." They both stalked away, leaving him to die slowly and painfully.

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Sylva: So, what do you think? Fufa, I hope you're happy.